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[ OPHELIA CORDOVA. 30. FEMALE. SHE/HER] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ 20 YEARS ] and are originally from [ BOSTON ]. They are a [ ELEMENTARY SCHOOL TEACHER ] and in their downtime love [ GARDENING ] and [ KICK BOXING ]. They look a lot like [ MARGOT ROBBIE ] and live [ ON REDCLIFF ST ].  

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“I always am, otherwise my mother would kill me because she would find a way to find out even if I was late to the dentist.” Heading into the house Elias gave the room a once over, a smile forming on his face, it was nice, felt much more homely than he had managed to ever make his place felt. A part of him was still waiting to pack up and move, be onto the next job and so stuff never really built up, but he could see that changing, Silverlake had been his longest stay so far and work was good. “That and I have an inner detector for fresh brewed coffee, where’s Chloe at today? Somewhere safe from all the trauma I think we’re about to go through?” The male mused with a light laugh, he was sure that she had to be exaggerating when she had told him how much stuff she had stuffed in the attic. 

“Oh, yeah that’s definitely a mom thing. We can tell by the sound of your voice when you lie so good job not being late.” Ophelia jokes, allowing him to walk inside before closing the door behind him. Thankfully, with the new rule they were trying to stick with in the house, Chloe was starting to put her toys away after playing so they didn’t have to step all over them. Those legos did hurt like a bitch. “Well, you did come all the way here, it’d be rude for me not to have some coffee prepared. She’s at her dad’s for the weekend. I can’t have her around while doing all that sorting, you know? And having her up there with me wasn’t really an option so...” Shrugging her shoulders, the blonde made her way toward the kitchen. “Ha. Remember, we can’t call 911, so you better be careful with everything you carry.” 

Axel: Holy shit Phe thats really bad. Are you sure you are ok?

Axel: That's my girl kick his ass! Wait how did you learn to fight like that.

Axel: You look like such a lady but you fight like prison bitch, I'm impressed!

Axel: Apart from the dickhead trying it on, did you have a good night?

ophelia: i'm fine. i punched him so hard, it felt good.

ophelia: i've been going to K.O for years

ophelia: getting some steam off, you know? but god, he thought that was okay and i couldn't hold back.

          he wasn’t surprised hearing she’d received formal training; not that it was impossible to be a formidable fighter without it, but something like the move she just pulled would be particularly difficult for someone whose experience was limited to street brawls such as himself. “shit, i already got half ‘a’ that down. always wanted t’ start fightin’ ‘n’ shit. my shrink says i shouldn’t use violence t’ get my anger out, but what the fuck does she know?” a soft laugh left him as he brought his glass to his lips and took a small sip. “how long ya been doin’ kickboxin’?”

Ophelia can’t say she’s that surprised by his reaction, mostly because half of the people would easily assume she could do no harm. Thinking that she’s a kind teacher who’s not capable of the move she just pulled was what pissed her off the most. Judging a book by its cover, like that guy did wasn’t the smartest thing on the planet. “I don’t listen to anyone but my own gut feeling. It’s not like I go around punching people anyone... anymore.” It’s a joke, though after he has witnessed she won’t think it’s odd if he believes her. “Seven or eight years. I’ve lost count.” she exclaims, remembering it was soon after she came home from college. “My dad taught me how to protect myself, but it’s not quite the same.” 

A contented smile crossed Holly’s features and they nodded, definitely taking onboard what Ophelia was saying. “You’re making some really good point here,” they commented lightly. “I should have spoken to you before. Sometimes it is really difficult not to listen to the criticism other people throw your way.” As she continued, their expression softened. “All things happen for a reason, so they say, maybe this is the way things are meant to be.”

“Well I think what your doing is badass. You may not feel it but it takes strength to do what you do.” Axel said softly. He smiled at his lizard. “ His name is Derek and the cat is called Linda. She just sits there and judges my life choices.” He chuckled.”  You’re right though it is the little victories that count, last year I struggled to get through the day. Now I have a life that I really wanted but couldn’t seem to find.” He gave a small shrug. “ Tough times don’t last forever, it just feels like they do.”

“Thank you.” the blonde responds softly, not knowing what else to say. She didn’t overthink the things she did, it was just life for Ophelia. “Wait, so your cat is cool with it? I didn’t think they’d get along.. that’s cool though.” The idea of a pet was nice, and as much as she’d like to have one, the young woman can’t handle the extra responsibility at the time being. “See? That’s exactly it. Not every day is easy, but it’s the little things that matter and motivate you to keep going.” 

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any and all visitors were welcomed into the room of the intensive care unit . his nurses had commented on the amount of people he’d had visit , whether he was conscious for them or not , and the amount of gifts on his nightstand were a tactile reminder of his surprise popularity . shifting on the bed. , jaden’s shoulders rolled . “ i wouldn’t say i’m particularly allowed to eat a burger and fries , but i know my health better than , y’know , those medical professionals anyway , so if i want junk food i’m not gonna hold off . i’d rather have a temperamental stomach than lose all the muscle definition i’ve been working my ass off for . “ a wire-bound hand delicately patted the head of his new visitor ( the fluffy one , rather than phe ) . “ i’m doing okay . thanks for checkin’ up on me . if i learn anything from this it’s to get some better insurance , and go to the doctor if i notice anything funky instead of just ignoring it . “ 

javier: are you implying you're not cute or something?

javier: there's easter egg cheesecakes??? I've been dealing with some stuff so I haven't been out

javier: what about you, how's you and your kiddo?

ophelia: sometimes no, i'm just scary :)))

ophelia: but if you want to say i'm cute go ahead i won't stop you

ophelia: god, they're sooo good?? you should hurry, try them out

          all it took was one look from the male towards the person sitting at the stool adjacent to where ophelia was sitting for them to buzz off, allowing brennan to slip into the seat and lean against the bar. “wouldn’t dream of it,” he assured, flagging down the bartender and ordering another guinness to replace the one that had spilled all over the countertop just before. “i’m brennan, by the way. y’ got one helluva fuckin’ right cross. what is it, karate? muay thai? or are ya jus’ a natural born fuckin’ ass kicker?”

It wasn’t a moment to piss her off more because Ophelia knew how she was capable of breaking a bone or two, and that would surely put her behind bars --- something that wasn’t exactly her goal for the night. Letting out a sigh, she proms her elbow on the counter, making herself comfortable on the stool. “Mm, Ophelia.” the blonde mutters, glancing over at the guy for a moment. “Thanks. And no, just kick boxing and a temper. That can do miracles, you should try it.” 

Closed start for Ophelia | @phedova

Were there better things he could have been doing with his Easter Sunday? Of course. Was he far more excited than he should have been anyway? Yes. He wasn’t even sure what it was because it wasn’t like this was anything more than a friend helping out another friend but he was pretty sure the other day at the firehouse was the first time he had ever actually hung out with Ophelia just the two of them and now he had a whole day to actually just get to know her, laugh and have fun and there was no one lurking around the corner that was far to protective over here for one reason of the other. With breakfast in hand as promised Elias gave a rap of his knuckles on the door, biting back odd nerves that had seemingly appeared. 

Anyone would think that this Easter Sunday would be somewhat special, but with the clock ticking Ophelia was running out of time. She wanted to fix the attic, create another room of some sort so her dad could come and stay over when Chloe wasn’t around but that wasn’t possible with all that junk up there. Selling half of the tings she didn’t need was an option, but the blonde had decided to donate them instead. Another man's trash is another man's treasure, right? On the bright side, Phe didn’t have to deal with it alone and as soon as she pours some coffee into her cup, a smile forms on her face at the sound of knocking coming from the door. Slowly, the blonde pushed herself off the counter where she rested and made her way toward the door, “Hey, you’re just on time.” she greets, stepping aside to let Elias walk in. “I just made coffee.” 

Nic: Giving away one upright piano, to a good home

Nic: Only trouble is how I'm going to transport it on a budget

ophelia: wait for real? why?

Fallon: someone stop me from impulse buying a ferret

Fallon: or a hedgehog

Fallon: or a rat

Fallon: anything mildly fuzzy

ophelia: what? no i love hedgehogs 🥺

open starter @slchat​. based on the redcliff street bulletin from this post!

“Look at this. How bougie is this?” In his hands, the plastic wrapper from the gift basket addressed to the homeowner, his brother, had been torn off as he rummaged through the contents. “A thirty-dollar gift certificate for a massage, a fuckin’… scented candle, what? Yogurt-flavored gummies? What? Who even likes this shit?”

“Did you look for the cookies?” Ophelia mentions, glancing over at the plastic wrapper, that looked different from the one she got. “They gave me a candle that smells like shit, so I’m not going to be using that any time soon. Okay -- it was aloe, but the scent? Thanks, but no thanks.” 

who: @slchat​ where/when: funkytown thrift/anytime before the 60s night at Globos

“Oooh, what do you think of this?” Anna said as she tugged out an appropriately mod dress that had been buried in the racks at Funkytown, hiding like it had been waiting for her. “Good for the 60s? Or should I try to find something more along the hippie, flower-power vibes?”

“That one’s cute.” Nodding her head a little, the blonde rests her hands on her hips. “I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t go for a dress for this. It feels too easy. If you want to win, you might as well go all the way. Let’s find bell-bottom pants or long skirts. I’m sure there are a few larger shirts in here and some headbands.” 

Axel: what the hell happened?

Axel: One minute I was working the podium and then next I see you swing for a someone.

Axel: i'm glad you are ok. Who was it that pissed you off?

ophelia: this guy

ophelia: he didn't get the concept of what no means

ophelia: so i made sure he remembers next time

ophelia: and i did warn him multiple times so.

Where & When: Anything from the *April newsletter*

“Please tell me you got a lighter,” Marlon said, patting his pockets down once, and then a second time. “Because I’m pretty sure I left mine at home.” 

“Always.” Ophelia responds, reaching into her bag to search for the small object, “Are you going to smoke while having an ice cream sandwich?”