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Ophelia Ralter

"I'm probably going to die soon. Might as well do what I want, right?"

0 · 378 views · located in Lahaina, Maui, Hawaii

a character in “Our Island”, as played by Vix

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{“Oh, darling. I adore a good challenge.” }

|| Beautiful Diaster || Bad Reputation ||

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|{Full Name}|
Ophelia Anita Ralter

|{Nickname}|
She tends to go by "Oar" or just "O". She hates when people call her by her first name.

|{Birthday}|
December 25th, 1993 [20 y.o.]

|{Sexuality}|
She's Bisexual with no specific preference




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{“Oh, shove off, mate!” }

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|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
She has a pretty strong habit stealing things
She cracks her knuckles and laughs a lot when she's nervous
She stares blankly at people for extended periods of time when thinking

|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
Stealing
Lying
Escaping Handcuffs
Running -- Especially From Cops
Going Unnoticed
Skateboarding

|{Flaws || Weakness}|
Extremely Arrogant
Compulsive Liar
Pathological Thief
Leukemia

|{Fears}|
øBeing Caught And Unable To Escapeø
øFalling In Loveø
øStaying In One Placeø
øPrisonø

|{Secrets}|
She doesn't exactly tell everyone she meets that she's a thief
She has acute myeloid leukemia

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{“If you've got a problem with me... Well, couldn't care less.” }




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|{Personality}|
A cunning little thing, Ophelia is a young woman who always has more than a few tricks up her sleeve. Unfortunately for the people who dare to trust her and fall for her charms, she doesn't have a deep sense of trust or loyalty towards anyone except for herself. She lives her life constantly on the run and tends to pick up a few things along the way that don't really belong to her. She feels no shame for her sticky fingers and feels that it's the only way she can survive. The idea of getting a steady job and staying in one place for too long, making friends and becoming part of a community... It doesn't appeal to her because she somewhat just hates the world. She's seen the ugly side of the world and she has no hope for anyone. Because of this, she has adopted a rather indulgent nature and cares only for herself. She's been described by many to be very amoral due to her lifestyle of partying, her outspoken views, and simply because she challenges almost every social norm. She is in constant pursuit of new things -- Seeing new places, trying to learn new skills, meeting new people, eating new foods. New experiences are simply what she lives for, aside from art. She can be a bit thoughtless sometimes, having her head in the clouds as she thinks about fantasy realms. She's a very intense person as well, though she prefers the word "passionate". When she does something, she gives it her all. She tends to throw herself into her work and allows her feelings to run deep and amplify beyond what is generally normal. She has a craving and an obsession for all things that are beautiful, surrounding herself with beautiful things and beautiful people. All in all, she's definitely the girl that you want at a party. However, she's not someone you want to get on the bad side of. She can be very manipulative and knows very well how to dig up dirt on just about anyone and she will not hesitate to hurt someone for any given reason that she deems worthy. Because of her shameless lifestyle, she often looks down on people who claim to have values and morals, convinced that they are stupid for holding back what she says is only natural. Because of this, people will often tell her that she is too "righteous for all the wrong things". She's a compulsive liar, seeing no harm in it for herself. She's never even told anyone her real name since her life on the run.




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{“Money is what makes my world go 'round.” }



|{Likes}|

Stealing Food Parties Dancing




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{“I don't like you, for bloody starters.” }



|{Dislikes}|

Getting Sick Showing Weakness People Feeling For Others




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{“Don't cry for me.” }

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|{History}|
Ophelia's life story isn't one that is particularly long or exciting -- It's mostly quite sad. She was born to two rather average people, a middle class working family. Shortly after her sixth birthday, the small family relocated from Cuba to London to be with her father's side of the family. She had a simple life with a few friends and made decent grades at school while keeping out of trouble for the most part. She was diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia when she was ten years old and things spiraled from there. Shortly after being diagnosed, she began undergoing treatments until it was in remission and many of her friends were scared to play with her. She was teased at school, called "Radioactive Girl" by bullies. She had to quit her dance team because physical exertion brought on dizzy spells, labored breathing, chest pains, and sometimes even nose bleeds. Her friends didn't know what was happening and thought that she was dying, trying to be sympathetic to her plight. She barely even knew what was going on and she hated that her friends now saw her as fragile, always giving her looks of pity. Her family went into debt to pay for her treatments and get her stabilized, something that she blames on herself despite having no control over the situation. Her mother was killed, robbed at an ATM when Ophelia was twelve years old and this lead her father into heavy drinking. He had to pick up more hours at the garage where he worked just to keep food on the table and found himself stressed while dealing with the loss of his wife, work hours, bills, scarce food, and his constantly sick child. His wife had been better equipped for it and it came to the point where he couldn't handle it, committing suicide when Ophelia was fifteen. She had been stable for a few months and had even gotten a part time job. But it wasn't enough and his fear of her illness spiking up as well as the already built of stress drove him over the edge. She had come home to find him dead from prescription pill overdose, not even a note of apology left behind. Her family members refused to adopt her, not wanting that sort of potential medical debt on their hands and also frightened that she would die because of their inability to care for her. So, she was placed into the system. That didn't last long, as she ran away at the first chance she got and has been on the run since then. She's always managed to have money on hand from doing dirty jobs while passing through towns to simply stealing what she could and pawning them so she could keep moving. She never stayed in one place longer for a month and always made sure to stay in large cities where her face was easily lost in the crowd. She would continue paying for a few treatments over the course of five years, always paying with cash up front and using false identification. She had been caught a number of times for a number of crimes but had always managed to escape potential prison visits by playing the sympathy card and blaming her illness so that she never served longer than a month or two in a small jail cell. She had no problem exploiting her sickness for her own gain to manipulate people even though it was sometimes a blow to her pride, hating to see people look at her with true pity in their eyes. It was the one truth she ever told people. She had become cold and hard, uncaring for how her action affected others around her. She cared only for herself. But, she one day messed with the wrong people. She got mixed up in a gang and had stolen £3,280 worth of jewels and guns only to end up caught by the police. One her bail was posted, she knew she had to run. They were going to kill her. In her anger, she trashed a few police cars before taking what little money she had left, stowing away on a cruise ship bound for the beautiful Hawaii.

|{Happiest Memory}|
She was seven years old when she won her first trophy at a dance competition.

|{Saddest Memory}|
Her father was drunk and blamed her for her mother's death.





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{“Don't you know enough?” }




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So begins...

Ophelia Ralter's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Hiwalani-Noa Kealoha Character Portrait: Keokolo Kealoha Character Portrait: Daniel Hilton Character Portrait: Ophelia Ralter Character Portrait: Kick Masters Character Portrait: Ursula Yancey
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{6:49pm -- Mano's Place}



Na ‘Aumakua mai ka la hiki a ka la kau!
Mai ka ho’oku’i a ka halawai
Na ‘Aumakua ia Kahinakua, ia Kahina’alo
Ia ka’a ‘akau i ka lani
‘O kiha i ka lani
‘Owe i ka lani
Nunulu i ka lani
Kaholo i ka lani
Eia na pulapula a ‘oukou ‘o ka po’e Hawai’i
E malama ‘oukou ia makou
E ulu i ka lani
E ulu i ka honua
E ulu i ka pae’aina o Hawai’i
E ho mai i ka ‘ike
E ho mai i ka ikaika
E ho mai i ke akamai
E ho mai i ka maopopo pono
E ho mai i ka ‘ike papalua
E ho mai i ka mana.
‘Amama ua noa.





A chorus of cheers, heavy grunting of approval, and various other noises that made Kick feel like a Puritan among heathens. All around him were the natives in a variety of strange clothing. The men seemed to forget that shirts existed and the women flaunted their breasts, legs, and abdominals like beautiful savages. He watched from the back patio, doing his best to remain hidden, partially in fear that one of the Kealohas he had encountered earlier would notice him. It seemed as though the entire Kealoha family had taken the stage inside Mano's Place, or at least the children. They moved in unison as their dance flowed gracefully, beautifully. It surprised him that even the muscular males could move so beautifully. His eyes remained fixated on one person in particular: Hiwalani-Noa. He heard her voice above the others as they all cried out in their native tongue, often reaching skyward. He could only assume that they were doing some sort of prayer ritual. He found it peculiar and a bit offensive but he knew that he couldn't say as much. He watched as it ended and thought that it might be safe to venture into the crowd of maoli jostling one another as they jumped around.

But it wasn't over just yet.

Hiwalani-Noa took center stage and the atmosphere completely changed. The aggression and inspiration was tangible as she raised a fist in the air and let out what sounded like a battle cry. She was met with more fists in the air and a resounding roar from the crowd and her family behind her. Everyone seemed to be flexing like bodybuilders on steroids at this point, stomping rhythmically and slapping their hands against their chest. “Ngā kaitiaki ki te whawhai!” She cried out into the evening as she and her family engaged in an aggressive war dance that echoed across the beach. “Ngā kaitiaki ki te aroha!” Her family cried back at her and the air grew only thicker and Kick could literally feel fear in his bones but he didn't know why. It began as simply an uncomfortable feeling from such a strange surrounding. It wasn't that he'd never been exposed to the strange traditions of other cultures before. But he'd never been greeted with hatred and hostility. He felt as though all of the natives saw him as a threat now, an enemy.

Noa could feel the energy of her family, of her people, surging through her and it only served to drive her more. Passion was in her voice and she could not stop herself. She could feel it from Hikialani, Hanini, and Honi as well. The four of them allowed the strong merfolk magic that rushed through their veins emanate from their body. It pulsated around them as their emotions flowed through their chant, their voices rising. The chant was one passed down from their great grandfather, the last lover of Liliʻuokalani. It was their family ha'a and a creed to protect Hawaii, something that they lived by every day of their lives. Noa hadn't done this in years and... She missed it. Despite her face being drawn into an expression of fierceness, she was joyous. I'm home, she thought to herself.

“Tu tatou no te Hawaii!”
“Tu tatou no te Maoli!”
“Ki to tatou manawa whakamutunga whawhai tatou!”
“Ki to tatou manawa whakamutunga aroha tatou!”
“He tatou Kealohas me whakahau tatou!”
“He tatou Kealohas me he kingi tatou toto!”
“Kia arata'i ia tatou a koutou!”
“Kia tiakina ai matou e koe!”
“Whawhai tatou mo te ngakau o Hawaii!”
“Whawhai matou ki a koutou!”

As it came to an end, she flexed with her family, their eyes wide and crazy. Their tongues were extended far out of their mouth to the point that it almost hurt -- as they were taught -- and it only added to the ferocity of their appearance, as if the dark paint designs on their face didn't do the trick already. They were met with more calls and cries before they took their bows and exited the stage. Noa had quickly separated from her family to head for the bathroom to change. She re-emerged donning a floral print bikini, her makeup all washed away so that she sported only her permanent ink now, her dark curls dangling around her knees. She looked around, unable to find her friends, assuming that they were either gorging themselves at the buffet or dancing down in the sand. Shrugging, she sought out her date, pushing her way through the crowd with a smile until she had come to the patio table where she'd first met Daniel, her head leaning back when she'd taken her seat.

Kick had eventually mustered up the courage to mingle, swiping a cup of beer from someone passing by. Smirking, he quickly regained his confidence now that he couldn't find a Kealoha in sight, having quickly dodged the view of Noa. Chugging his drink, he threw the cup onto the ground and looked around to see that more “haole”, as the natives called them, began to join the party. He suspected that they weren't quite welcome to join in the natives' heathen ritual. He was definitely more comfortable now, moving his body with the music, thankful that at least that was modern. There were dancers on stage, one of which he recognized as Lilo Kealoha. He ducked so that she might not see him, bumping into a blonde that burgeoned right past him and practically threw him into a redhead. “My apologies, darlin'. I'm not exactly accustomed to such raging parties... These people certainly get out of hand, don't they?” He immediately recovered struck up conversation and put on the charm, his blue eyes twinkling in the firelight of the tiki torches and the golden glow of the setting sun that peeked through the windows. He stood out like a sore thumb, much like the other haole. He reached out and let his hands gently latch onto the pale female so that he might steady her from the bump.

The blonde who'd bumped into him smirked broadly as she continued to bumble around as though wasted already. Curses and laughter followed her as many told her to go home. However, she thought she had made out pretty well from her excursion. She shambled her way to her car and threw her bag into it before heading back towards the loud gathering. Ophelia hadn't come just to steal. The thing that she loved about Hawaii was that there seemed to be a neverending supply of parties – or “luaus”, as they called them – and with that came free food and free drinks. She was running low on cash since purchasing a new fake identification card as well as a cheap car to get around. By far, Hawaii seemed the easiest place to survive. She'd kill to have a roof over her head though. Still, she couldn't complain so long as she went to bed every night filled with pork and mai tais. The young Brit danced her way past a group of girls that looked as though they were in desperate need of some sun and made her way towards the native islanders. She found that they were usually more interesting. Grinning wide, she found herself assimilated into a group of guys and girls, moving her hips in time with the rhythm.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Hiwalani-Noa Kealoha Character Portrait: Keokolo Kealoha Character Portrait: Daniel Hilton Character Portrait: Ophelia Ralter Character Portrait: Kick Masters Character Portrait: Ursula Yancey
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Kick smiled a bit wider when Ursula agreed with him on the insanity of the party being held. His eyes could not contain the gleam of lust as he watched her purposefully poured out the rest of her drink only to ask that he buy her another. The tone of her already silky voice caused something in him to stir and he couldn't help but to lick his lips a bit too quickly. “Well, then. Allow me, my darling.” He took on his own seductive tone as he gently took her arm and guided her through the party goes, careful not to shove any of the natives but more than willing to push some of the tourists out of the way as they headed for the bar. He didn't recognize anybody behind the bar as a Kealoha, feeling a bit safe in that aspect.

“Apple martini for the lady. I'll have a bourbon on the rocks.” He immediately flagged down the nearest bartender before reaching into his pocket, searching for his wallet. A look of dread crossed his features as he realized it wasn't there. “That little bitch,” he muttered angrily to himself as he recalled the “drunken” blonde that'd bumped into him and threw him into Ursula. She must have picked his pocket. “I swear – These people are the most lawless heathens... They're worse than Mexicans,” he exclaimed to Ursula under his breath.

The bartender came around with their drinks but remained, staring down the young man as he waited for payment. “Can I help you?” He lifted a brow and played it off cool as he took his drink and offered the martini to Ursula before looking back to the young woman behind the bar. “Yeah – That's gonna be seven dollars.” There was spite in her voice, her accent thick. Kick only lifted a brow as if surprised. “Huh... I thought this was an open bar.”

He pointed down the way and indicated a number of locals being handed drinks without offering payment, giving the bartender a smug smile now. She returned it with one of her own, lifting her voice above the music. “Locals only!” Ah, and that's where he had her. Kick gave a shrug and sighed as he leaned forward. “It seems to me that around here locals only means whites excluded. That's called racism, dear. It's actually a punishable offense, that sort of discrimination.” He gave her a hard stare until her resolve crumbled and she was sent stomping away.

Victorious, he turned and raised his glass towards Ursula. “Just got to show 'em who's boss. Now then...” He offered out a hand to Ursula while sipping on his drink before setting the drink down. “Kick Masters, son of Greg Masters.” By his tone, it was easy to tell that he assumed that she would know who he was by his name and that of his father's if she hadn't already pegged him by face. I wonder what this lovely angel with locks of flame is doing here in this den of savages... She's smart, that much is obvious. College student, no doubt. Her face looks familiar... Her name... He gave a soft laugh before shaking his head. “Your mother wouldn't happen to be Amelia Yancey, by chance?”

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Hiwalani-Noa wasn't kept waiting for long, her eyes soon set on Daniel and her smile grew a bit. “You don't look half bad yourself, Daniel.” She took note of his excellent pronunciation and wondered just how often he visited Hawaii. Or perhaps he took some of the scarce classes that offered learning Hawaii's language. She assumed that he was just a frequent visitor. Along with his impeccable timbre, she took in his appearance and gave a light nod of approval. He was a lean thing, hardly bursting with muscles. Still, she could see that he at least worked out and she commended him for that. “I appreciate the offer, but it's an open bar.”

She gave a soft giggle and stood up, glancing to see her clique headed over, their bodies bobbing with the music as they called out to her in a chorus. “C'mon, Mano Wahine!” Cassidy, decked out in leis that Kona had helped her make, flaunted a pink bikini with a black sarong as she reached out and took Noa's hands. “Lilo's the DJ and I've got her playing all of our songs tonight! We'll totally rock the luau!” Noa laughed a bit more and took note that Cassidy was speaking with a heavy Hawaiian timbre. She and her brother had been doing their best to learn about and immerse themselves within the culture since they'd first arrived. Noa appreciated that about them.

Marcus, however, seemed a bit perturbed. He tried his best not to show it. “Who's new guy?” The muscular male stood alongside and equally irate Kimo, both of them flexing a bit as if to assert dominance. It was Alamea who spoke up, stepping forward past the two older guys that were wearing only black shorts so that they could show off their plethora of tattoos.

Alamea seemed to be the only one of their group that lacked in the body ink department, sporting only a small tribal tattoo that was a symbol of her family on her upper left forearm. It was obvious that she was “the shy and innocent” one of the group from her demeanor and plain pink one-piece bathing suit. “Daniel Hilton – Heir to the Hilton throne. He visits in the summer... You guys usually leave in summer, right?” She twirled her dark brown hair as she uncomfortably spoke louder than usual to beat the loud noise. This seemed to only further irritate Marcus and Kimo. The girls simply rolled their eyes. Noa pulled herself up with Cassidy's help before taking Daniel's hands and shimmying her way to the crowd to dance with him in tow.

“Let's work up a decent sweat before I take you up on that drink.”

She gave him her most dazzling smile as her friends joined her, Cassidy and Alamea keeping Marcus and Kimo entertained while Noa twirled and twerked, shuffled and swayed in time to the music and the heavy drums. She moved in close proximity to him, nearly every part of her body brushing against him. Her arms extended as her hands moved across him, caressing gently as she pulled him closer with laughter. Her movements were precise and fluid, moving with unearthly grace as she let the music fill her from head to toe and command her body.

She laughed some more when the song ended before feeling herself being pulled away by Alamea and Cassidy as Beyoncé's Upgrade U came over the speakers. The trio took a triangle formation before launching into a choreographed dance, their movements seductive and urban. The crowd formed a circle and cheered them on as they moved in sync with one another. They eventually dispersed into a one-by-one freestyle before moving into the crowd to give others the chance to show off. Noa clapped and cheered with her back against Daniel as she enjoyed the show. She turned her body just a bit, pressed tightly against him as she leaned up. “Enjoying yourself so far?”

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Ophelia had been blindly enjoying herself, sharing drinks with anyone who offered. She wasn't at all worried about being drugged, having been around Lahaina and its parties long enough to know that the natives weren't like that. That, and she was pretty sure that they hadn't built up a tolerance to roofies. She had passed a cup of strawberry daiquiri back to one of the guys she was dancing with before she found herself faced with Keokolo. The blonde's eyebrows shot up as he asked her to take his hand and go for a walk with him. Was he serious?

He seemed pretty serious.

She kept her mouth closed, giving herself a mysterious and somewhat cold air as she pretended to ignore him, continuing to dance with almost everyone but him. She'd noticed him eying her earlier and she couldn't blame him. The buxom beauty sported a stylish one-piece that squeezed comfortably against her figure and accented the shape and size of her breasts and butt. The barefooted British beauty put her hands in the air as she swerved her body teasingly, taunting him with her rump as she lowered to the ground, earning cheers, and came back up.

She spun around to face Keokolo before taking a few closer steps until her breasts were pushed against him while she leaned up to his ear, her London accent coming out smooth and seductive with a playful tone. “You think you're quite charming, ay, mate?” She gave a soft giggle before pulling back, winking at him. She knew exactly who he was and who his family was. Most girls would be flattered and excited that Keo took notice in them, though Ophelia wasn't. She had picked up on his reputation rather quickly and knew that he'd fuck practically any female that offered. She was drunk enough that she'd probably end up making out with him, but the look in his eyes (and his rep) said that he wanted more. And she'd prefer that he worked for it. Plus, the native girl at the bar killing Ophelia a thousand times over with her gaze said that there'd be some drama if she decided to get buckwild with the handsome young prince.

She disappeared into the crowd, caring little whether he followed her or not. She twirled about and made her way to the buffet that they had laid out, piling food onto a plate before carrying herself down to the beach where the waves caressed the shore. She stood so that the waves chilled her feet, her toes curling into the soft, brown mud. She ate the delicious plate on her food and contemplated staying in Hawaii longer. She wondered if all the towns and cities were like this one, a smile on her face as she thought about it. She could spend the rest of her life hopping around and living off of the parties and picked pockets. It was a nice idea, that was for sure. The view was definitely worth it, finding herself constantly in awe of the scenery. It seemed that tonight was an exceptional night; The stars littered the sky and shone brightly, the orange moon full as the blue ocean reflected it hanging in the velvet sky.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Hiwalani-Noa Kealoha Character Portrait: Keokolo Kealoha Character Portrait: Daniel Hilton Character Portrait: Ophelia Ralter Character Portrait: Kick Masters Character Portrait: Ursula Yancey
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Daniel was seemingly untroubled by Noa's friend's agitated expression and flexing of the muscles. It seemed like aggression was just a normal trait all these Hawaiians had. At this point he was starting to get used to it. Though the shy girl of the group spoke on his behalf which won her a smile from him as a sign of thanks. Suddenly he was being dragged away by Noa to go dance in the crowd. Her movements were mesmerizing as her body brushed past him and gently touched his body. His own hips swaying back and forth smoothly with the blaring music with his arms lifted in the air in response to Noa. He laughed with her as they enjoyed themselves. Occasionally Daniel would slip his hands into hers and they would lift then drop like a wave in the music, his shoulders moving back and forth along with his feet. At one point he was just bouncing up and down thrusting his fist into the air.

Suddenly a new song began to play and Daniel recognized it to be by Beyonce, though he was not exactly familiar with the tune. Noa was quickly pulled away by her friends who then performed a choreographed dance in a triangle formation. Daniel had to admit he was quite impressed, he felt intoxicated even. This girl definitely knew how to have a great time. Everyone cheered, including Daniel and once the three broke away from the spotlight Noa was pressing up against him again with her back. “Enjoying yourself so far?" she asked.

Daniel could not help but laugh as he briefly wrapped his arms around her to speak in her ear, ”You're amazing Hiwalani. It's refreshing to meet someone with such energy. I'm very impressed.”

At that note, he grabbed her hands and twirled her around to face him again, a smile painted across his face. A new song began to play and Daniel felt quite excited by the atmosphere. He released her hands, his knees bending at a fair pace towards the beat. His dancing skills were not nearly on Noa's level, but they were decent enough. As the beat dropped he found himself throwing his fist into the air again and strobe lights began to flicker quickly as though their own reality was skipping frames. The party was just getting started and the night was young.

"For my first night back in Hawaii, this was definitely not what I was expecting," Daniel shouted above the music. "Shall we get some drinks? Let's take things up a notch!"



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As Kick passed her a new apple martini, she quickly took a few gulps at the fresh taste. This drink was one of her favorites. She could not help but smirk at Kick's remark about the people here. The comment seemed to be more of a short rant and she did not care to question him why. Ursula had to admit she felt quite aroused by the man's ability to handle himself. He managed to get them free drinks for the rest of the night. Now that was something.

“Kick Masters, son of Greg Masters,” Kick introduced himself. Ursula's eyes widened slightly as she did recognize his name which resulted in a sly grin as she took another sip of her drink. “Your mother wouldn't happen to be Amelia Yancey, by chance?"

This won Kick another smirk. Her eyes were approving. This man obviously had some class and intelligence. He was quite articulate, and if he was who he said he was... she could use this opportunity to her advantage. Her eyes glanced up at Kick seductively, mischievously even, ”Oh? Seems like someone knows all about me. Congratulations.” Her eyes rolled a bit at before returning to her sly grin.

”Well, I know plenty about yours and your father's... schemes. Bartender!” Ursula shouted after gulping down the last few sips of her glass and slamming her glass on the counter. ”Bring us a couple of shots, will 'ya?” She winked at the bartender who was scowling at her and Kick and angrily brought them their shots, the small glasses clanking loudly against the counter.

”Excuse me, but, are we going to have a problem here, miss? ” Ursula barked with spite. ”Because I really don't like when I'm provided with shitty service. Maybe I'll take it up with your manager and announce to the public just how much Mano's Place discriminates against it's customers.”

The bartender glared at her, her expression hardened before her lips turned back up into a happy smile, "Let me know if you need anything else." Ursula mockingly waved goodbye to the bartender before her focus reverted back to Kick. Her brow was slightly arched as she eyed him carefully, feeling the buzz starting to wash over her. She could not help but giggle as she set down the empty glass then stood up from her chair and began to shake her hips and scrunch her hair biting down on her lip. ”Do you dance, Kick?”



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Keokolo was quite taken aback with the babe's response. She completely ignored him, seemed annoyed even than had the audacity to tease him! He licked his lips and rubbed his chin with frustration as he longingly watched her dance with almost everyone but him. It was a bit humiliating for Keo, he hardly ever had a challenge. Then she was in front of him, her backside dropping towards the floor before coming back up and it took every nerve in his body not to grab her behind. He was breathless, watching how her breasts bounced in her one piece and she continued to teasingly flaunt her flawless body.

“You think you're quite charming, ay, mate?” she said sarcastically with a wink.

This killed Keokolo. Her British accent made him feel even more turned on. His expression said it all, mixed with disbelief and lust as he glanced her over again in the worst of ways. Suddenly she was gone, disappearing into the crowd. Keokolo shouted after her but she ignored him. Rejection stung and resonated in him and he angrily took a few more swigs of his beer, no longer dancing nor enjoying the music. He headed towards the bar grumpily, keeping an eye out for the dazzling blonde who got away from his sight. He then saw her at the buffet but he needed some time to recover from the sting she left him. He leaned up against the bar, quickly catching the glance of the bartender so he rose his beer bottle in the air and she nodded before bringing him another one.

”Mahalo,” Keo shouted above the music and loud drunken voices. He took a few more sips, not quite tipsy yet but felt himself getting there. Keokolo considered himself a 'professional' drinker as though it were something to be proud of. It was then that he caught the eye of Kick Masters and a fiery redhead beside him sitting at the bar. As though things could not possibly go 'worse' for Keo. What the hell was this haole doing back here? Then, across the room he saw Hiwalani dancing with the other haole from before! A scowl planted itself across his face and suddenly Keokolo was no longer enjoying this luau. Angrily he decided to approach Kick and his woman who he suddenly recognized to be that nasty Ursula Yancey he always hated. He never saw much of the girl, but the few times he did was enough to get underneath his skin. He then thought twice about what he was going to say to Kick since he felt quite suspicious that Ursula was even at a luau they were hosting. He never saw her at their parties, this was a first.

Keokolo then gripped Kick by the shoulder, his alcoholic breath meeting Kick's ear, ”Was the message earlier not clear enough for you, haole? Okole Puka! What the hell are you doing here?”

Keokolo had been drinking, which means he would not hesitate to be more aggressive than usual. He then caught the redhead's eye who was watching him curiously and with entirely too much excitement. It made Keokolo somewhat uncomfortable. He quickly straightened up deciding against starting a fight right then and there.

”I'm watching you, Kick,” Keo spat, gesturing two fingers at his eyes before pointing them back at Kick. It was the first time he said the blonde's name and he said it in a very mocking tone. He somewhat sloppily walked away, glaring directly at Noa and her friend Daniel. ”It's payback time, Hiwalani!” he muttered under his breath before chugging his beer bottle and tossing it in a nearby trash can. He'd get back Noa then go after that bodacious babe just one more time.

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“Schemes? You make it all sound... evil,” he laughed softly as he took another sip of his drink. “It's all just business.” He gave a shrug and watched with eyes of desire as she blackmailed the bartender, finding himself to be aroused by the sweetness of her voice despite being so harsh. Even her bark is like a drop of honey... He bit down on his bottom lip and lifted his chin some, watching as the bartender tried to adopt a kinder charade while pouring their shots. He downed the remainder of his liqueur before taking the shot poured for him, downing it just as quickly as she had. His eyes followed her, hungrily so, as she made her way to the floor with her enticing dance. While there were many other women dancing about, most of them far more scantily clad than she, his attention was focused solely on her.

He was about to slide from his seat to join her before he was met by an angry, and apparently drunken, Keokolo Kealoha. He lifted a brow as the young native threatened him. He wasn't afraid this time, lifting his chin defiantly with a smirk as Keo made the universal signal for “I'm watching you” while also saying it before walking away. He was positive that the royal brat wouldn't dare to so much as raise a fist to him in such a public setting, inebriated as he might be. Shaking his head, he watched Keokolo turn his attention to his sister and Daniel. At the sight of Hiwalani-Noa out of her tribal gear and fierce paint, he could not help but to gawk. Her face was lit up with a smile and the bikini she wore... Oh, how it so tightly hugged her curves, as abundant as they were. Her flesh seemed to glow in the flickering firelight and that of the strobe lights. His eyes were drawn again to her breasts as they bounced with her body. Such a beautiful savage...

It seemed as though Keokolo was looking to pick a fight with the two of them and Kick was immediately sure that he didn't want a part of it. Instead, he looked over to see that the bartender had poured them another round of shots. Tearing his gaze from Hiwalani, he grabbed the two shot glasses and handed one to Ursula, watching the way she swayed her hips and bit down on her lip. He swayed with her in a much less graceful manner, finding it a bit strange. He wasn't much of a dancing guy and could just barely imitate the sort of random movements that he's seen Ian Somerhalder do as Damon Salvatore in Vampire Diaries, managing to muck that up a bit. “Actually, I do. But my preferred style is best done on a bed. Or beach. Backseat of a car.” He smirk suggestively as he dropped none-too-subtle hints about his intentions while he circled her after taking his shot and tossing the glass into a nearby trashbin.

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Hiwalani-Noa found herself thoroughly in a most enjoyable mood as she closed her eyes and danced with Daniel, her smile never leaving her face. She fist pumped with him, bouncing around as she watched Kimo and Marcus engage in a danceoff. “Oh, you haven't seen anything yet; You should see my house parties.” She laughed some more, seeming to be just bubbling over with giggles as the infectious music and Daniel's smiled moved her. Cassidy gave her a knowing look that made her just roll her eyes. She easily kept her energy flowing, having a copious amount of stamina to spend. Still, her tan body was glistening with sweat and her hair was beginning to stick to her as she whipped her neck around, a few people laughing as they got hit with the locks.

At the suggestion of drinks, she gave a bob of her head and yelled over the music. “Definitely!” She took his hands once more, noticing how soft they were, and tugged him through the crowd of sweaty maoli and haole jumping around and grinding against one another. It was definitely a great way to start off the summer, partying all night long with the people she grew up with. She could see her brothers around, only the older ones and the other three halves of her set. This luau was certainly not for any children – The others were at home with Mano and Ailani. Akamu was supervising, along with Lilo and Keoni since they were the oldest and Malie couldn't come. It certainly wouldn't look good on her aunt Malie at this point if she was caught doing a keg stand with a bunch of frat boys chanting “chug” around her.

Keoni watched from his perch near the stage, keeping a close eye on his family and making sure that there wasn't too much trouble. He sucked in his cheeks at the sight of Noa seeming to enjoy herself with Daniel. He didn't approve but he knew that he had no place to tell her what she could and couldn't do; The Kealoha family had always placed a high value on personal freedom. However, he would be watching the two of them until the end of the summer, suspicious of Daniel's intentions. He didn't want Hiwalani-Noa hurt and he certainly didn't want his family hurt because of it. He was more than aware of her desire for relationships but inability due to Keokolo. Part of him said that it wasn't his business while the other half assured him that it was completely his business. Such was a terrible situation to be stuck in. His eyes narrowed as she laughed her way into the restaurant, bumping into Keo. Noa turned to see her drunk brother a lifted a brow but took a step to go around him, still intent on ignoring him.

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She was followed and she didn't mind that quite so much. She was allowed to enjoy her food in peace, wading a bit further out into the water until it lapped at her legs. She looked around for a trash bin, but was unable to find one. Sighing, she headed to leave the water and made her way back to the party. She couldn't help but to smile a bit at how happy everyone was, though she had to dodge a bit to keep random sorority girls and frat boys from pulling her into a selfie. The last thing she needed was for the authorities to find her photograph online only to track her down and haul her off to prison. She was way too pretty for prison.

She found her way to the center of a dance circle and bust out a few of her own moves, earning her own cheers as she made a show of mambo mixed with shuffling along with a backflip, ending with the splits. She had to get up quickly to avoid getting sand into places that it shouldn't exist in, deciding that she'd go and find Keokolo to tease him a bit more. She didn't see any harm in it and, with perhaps a few bad judgment calls on her end, she might end with a fling by the end of the night. Unless she decided to string him along for a while and make him really work for it. She hadn't decided quite yet, trying to decide if she really wanted sex that badly.

She had found him eventually, after pushing through enough people, watching him angrily staring off with a girl and her date. She assumed that it might be an ex that broke his heart, but moving around so that she could see the girl's face allowed her to see that she was his sister. Ophelia knew of Hiwalani-Noa but, she was unaware of the feud between the two. Curious as to what would go down, she quickly grabbed a drink and a stool, taking a front row seat while she watched in a less than subtle manner.

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Ophelia's night had gone on and she didn't see Keokolo after that. She had made her way to more dancing before taking her small car and heading a few towns over, finding some seedy pawn shops to get rid of some things she had picked from pockets before ditching the wallets she had found. She had picked up enough money to get a cheap room on the second floor of the Kealoha hotel, deciding that it was a good investment. She loved that even the cheapest rooms were extremely nice and the staff was just as amazing. She crawled into bed in the wee hours of the morning, reeking of alcohol – She had gone back to the party for a while after spending her money and walked to the hotel. Keoni had been taking a shift that night, his father taking his post at the luau, and found her nearly passed out in the bushes. He helped her inside and even tucked her in. She was glad that she didn't embarrass herself by throwing herself at him. She didn't have time for that – She was too busy snoring.

She woke up to sunlight blinding her, wincing at the headache that worsened with the rays. Groaning, she stumbled out of bed and stripped off her clothes before heading for the shower to clear her head. She spent an hour under the water, staying there until it went completely cold. She was a bit surprised that nobody seemed fazed about her walking around in a silk robe as she went out to her car to get an outfit for the day.

After a good breakfast and about seven cups of coffee, five of them decaf, she was ready to tackle the day. She headed for the beach, walking at a leisurely pace with a smile. She was glad that she had chosen Hawaii, soaking up the atmosphere. Looking around, she got the simple feeling that everywhere was home. Everyone dressed so casually and greeted everyone with a smile. It gave her a nice feeling and only made her want to stay longer. She was offered some fruit by a few vendors and had racked up a nice little lunch by the time she reached the beach. She looked around and spotted a good amount of Kealohas, though she wasn't looking for any one of them in particular. Instead, she set up her towel near the shoreline, just out of reach of the waves. Her picnic was small, but she enjoyed the sandwiches and fruit.

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Ursula had hardly even slept last night. The night was hazy in her mind, her head throbbing with a hangover. She felt too tired to try to string together what even happened. What she did remember was her body rubbing against Kick Masters and feeling him thrust fiercely inside her in the backseat of her Lexus. That was followed by an officer knocking on the window and arresting the two of them for indecent exposure shortly after. It was safe to say Amelia Yancey was not very happy to receive a phone call from the police station explaining that her daughter had been arrested. As though she were in a crazed frenzy, Amelia Yancey rushed to the station and paid her daughter's bail as soon as she could. Oh did Ursula certainly get an earful from her mother. Not only for getting in trouble, but because it could possibly hurt her mother's campaign in her running for mayor. The press did not waste a second in writing the story, for it was already in the morning paper.

So Ursula was what she sarcastically called on "probation" with her mother. Amelia Yancey would remain furious with her daughter for awhile, unless she was to redeem herself that is... Her mother decided for her that she would go to the beach today to spy on the Kealoha's who would all be there for the most part. Ursula humbly agreed, guilty for her actions. Though she had a much more sinister plot stirring in her mind. She assumed the Kealoha's had played a part in her arrest last night, specifically the bartenders and that Keoni who seemed to had been running the bar. Her mother also demanded her to forget about that Kick character. Ursula just rolled her eyes at this but agreed. Though that may have been a lie. See, Kick Masters could be of later use to her. But she had to admit she wasn't even sure she liked him while sober and did not really want to deal with him. His ego was annoying huge, and he was way in over his head. After a few cups of coffee with her mother who was giving her the silent treatment, she quickly dressed in a pair of shorts that were ripped at the hemming as a style and an emerald green bikini. She let her hair hang loose, the beach waves of her hair flowing just past her shoulders and very little makeup. Puckering her lips as she admired herself in her vanity mirror, she decided to take off. It wasn't long before she had pulled up at the beach and made her way towards the shore. Plenty of people were starting to gather and the place was infested with Kealoha's. Ugh, how many of them are there? Did each Kealoha have about five illegitimate kids or something? Jeez. Her lips curled into a scowl as she removed her flip flops to walk more easily against the sand with a tote bag hanging around her shoulder.

Stopping a few feet away from a rather exquisite looking blonde, she set up her own beach towel then quickly rubbed sun tanning lotion on herself. Her pale skin burned rather easily so she had to be careful. Again she glanced at the blonde girl curiously as she leaned back, propped slightly against her elbows so she could observe her surroundings. Ursula automatically felt as though she would not like this female, though she could not help but feel some sort of lust towards her. Obviously she wasn't a native islander, but her lips were so plump looking that she craved to nibble on them. It had been some time since she last been with another girl. She was fairly certain she saw the girl at the luau last night too, but could not confirm this so the thought quickly left her mind. Regardless, it was best she avoid any more lewd encounters for awhile. She did not stare for long though, her attention quickly stolen by a few loud mouths laying on beach towels around a volleyball net. She quickly recognized two of them to be Hiwalani-Noa Kealoha and Lilo Kealoha. How perfect. The rest of them must be friends of theirs. She could hear a decent amount of their conversations as well which made her life easier. So she continued to act casual and rest against her towel, enjoying the heat and occasional breeze that came from the ocean.