17 | Blind | Mount Olympus High | Nemesis
Hello, my name is Nessa. You've probably never noticed me anyway, but that's all right.
I've noticed you.
And I know what you've done.
Hello friends! I am sorry to say, but it is time for me to retire Nessa and leave MOH. I don't want to clog up the dash with my blah blah so it'll be under the cut.
I joined MOH as Nessa back in 2012 when it first opened, she was my second ever tumblr muse and I have loved her so much during the time I have had her. I am so glad I got to join this rp and play with all of you lovely people. I made a lot of friends and I hope you all don't hate me and we can still be friends. I still love this roleplay, it's such a great idea and it's been fun and I owe Cole and Samwise so much for their patience. They are awesome mods and have done an incredible job with everything. This is getting too sappy and gross so I'm gonna stop myself. But I'm gonna post my kik in the ooc and it's still up on the list as far as I know, so hit me up if you ever want to talk or rp or scream at each other you know whatever. I would be happy to one on one rp with anyone, and if you send me a message I will give you my personal tumblr. Even if we only talked once or never it's all good I love you all and I'm super cool so you know. I've been up for a long time I'm a little rambly I'm sorry. BUT I LOVE YOU ALL I WISH YOU ALL LUCK.
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Nadezhda Myest made more than an honest living, her reputation in the courtroom proceeding her when she arrived in America. If anyone found her accent funny at first they never mentioned it, and certainly changed their mind as she won battle after battle with defendants sobbing in their seats and her own expression icy, voice never raising as she tore her opposition to shreds. Through a combination of her incredible talent and perhaps just fear on the part of her clients, Nadezhda makes enough to keep her and her daughter in a gated community in northern Portland.
Much to Nessa's dismay, the house is entirely white, kept a gleaming color with well tended flowers giving the illusion of a wholesome family who care very much about the length of their grass and the regulations of the community. In reality, Nadezhda pays people to do all of the outside work, not seeing much point in gardening herself, other than to make herself look better to potential clients and competition alike. She likewise hires a cleaning woman to do all of the housework once every two weeks.
The house is a two story colonial style, and the entire bottom floor is dedicated to Nadezhda's work. The Myest house looks more like an office upon entering than it does a home, with multiple offices filled with meticulously organized filing cabinets and walls upon walls of book shelves overflowing with cases and laws and textbooks. A small waiting room plays the part of the foyer, with a soft red couch and a few chairs allowing for clients to sit while they wait for Nadezhda's precious time to be devoted to them.
Nessa can't remember ever spending time in the waiting room/foyer, and always passes by that soft red couch and chairs as if they don't exist, heading instead through the door at the back of the room, which leads to a much less organized looking room of files and books and desks. This is where her mother often spends sleepless nights pouring over documents and evidence over too strong coffee until she finally has a break through. The bottom floor also is home to a small bathroom for guests, and the Myest kitchen. The kitchen is almost entirely for show, with only the microwave and refrigerator of any real use to anyone. Neither woman cooks much, and meals are usually frozen, microwavable, or bought pre prepared at another location.
The top floor is where Nessa spends most of her time. The top of the steps lets off into a wide room that neither Nessa nor her mother has ever bothered to name, but some people might refer to it as a living room. Complete with two sofas, a television, a long table for eating meals, a smaller refrigerator and another microwave, Nessa never sees much use for the bottom floor of the house. To the far right is Nadezhda's room, and to the left is Nessa's. Both women have their own bathrooms, never using the one downstairs. Various pieces of art adorn the walls, and all the furniture, rugs, plants and various centerpieces all match with the detail reminiscent of a Pier One Catalog, but none of it was put together by Nessa or her mother, and neither move any of it.
Nessa enjoys her bedroom just fine, but often sleeps out on the couch she has claimed as hers, for no real reason at all. Her bedroom has purple walls currently, though that is prone to change. Random pieces of her own artwork cover her walls, causing a chaotic effect despite the lack of other personal touches. Other than a dresser, a nightstand, a book shelf and her bed, there isn't much in Nessa's room to see. She spends her time listening to books on tape or radio and podcast shows while spread out on her floor. It is unknown what Nessa's aversion to beds is, but she has also been known to pull the pillows and covers off and sleep on the carpet instead.
Nessa is fond of her house, though she has no incredibly strong physical attention to it. If she was forced to move again, it is only with a slight pang of nostalgia that she would admit to missing it.
Nadezhda Myest is the only family Nessa has ever known, with the brief exception of her maternal grandparents who flit in and out of her life every few years. When Nessa was born, her mother was a successful prosecution lawyer in Russia, and at the time of her daughter's birth she had no plans of changing that. It wasn't until Nessa was five years old that her mother decided to leave her parents and take Nessa to America with her. The cause for the relocation is a touchy subject between mother and daughter, and Nessa had never fully received a reason for the move. Nessa does not know who her father is, but knows he was an American lawyer, who Nessa's mother met while they were on opposite side of court room together.
Nadezhda is best described by her opponents and colleagues alike as cold, unyielding and dangerously cunning. She is not a fire, she is an ice-storm, and she will destroy anything that gets in the way of her success with the same apathetic indifference that she had branded as her own. Whether or not Nadezhda ever smiles has caused a great deal of debate among those who know her best.
Nessa takes after Nadezhda heavily, and many who know the mother daughter duo would say the younger is almost a copy of her mother. There is one major exception to their likemind, if anyone bothers to ask Nadezhda about it, and that is Nessa's weakness for emotional reactions. Nessa has struggled with her OCD all her life, and while her mother does her best to understand and reign in her unruly daughter, it is often a thing she doesn't understand. Nessa's compulsions to seek vengeance and retribution through any means necessary has often left her at odds with her lawyer mother. No matter how many lectures and lessons Nadezhda tries to instill in her daughter, it never seems to help.
Nadezhda learned very early on that Nessa's eyesight would not be the same as other children, and was only going to deterioriate over time. Nadezhda accepted the information with hard eyes and the inside of her cheek between her teeth, but once assured there was nothing to be done she moved on. Nessa has never seen her eyesight as a weakness, because her mother would never allow her too. True sight came from intelligence and patience, and any obstacle in the way would simply have to move. Besides, the world was not that beautiful a thing to behold anyway.
Nadezhda is not a strict paternal figure to Nessa, giving her pretty much free reign to do what she wants - with a heavy expectation that she cleans up all messes she makes- and trusting her to her own judgment and cleverness. Mother and daughter will tell others that they are close, and indeed they certainly feel that way, but it is mostly because neither enjoy close relationships of any kind. They are both content with their mutual fondness for one another from a respectable distance, and mostly do not communicate while Nessa is away at school. When Nessa is at home, they often eat their meals together, in a silence that most would describe as uncomfortable and boarding on hostile, but neither would prefer it any other way.
Nadezhda is currently a prosecution lawyer in Portland, and work occupies most of her time. She knows Nessa wishes to be follow in her line of work, and Nadezhda is intent on making that happen.
a rather proud expression clawed at kat’s expression, despite her best efforts to shrug it off. so, she played to it, wearing the pride as it hit. whether or not nessa had intended it to be sarcastic or not wasn’t even in question. kat eyed small pods of teenagers shy away from the two as they walked through the hallways; this, of course, only heightened the sense of importance deep within the brunette. she listened to nessa as she spoke, to which she responded by letting out a short breath of a laugh, followed by,
❛ you know, i never pegged you for the hopeless romantic type.
but here we are, i guess. can i expect a wet, white shirt, and a bouquet
of roses to accompany that compliment ? 'cause i think i'd settle for
a reason as to why you’ve been away for so long. russia, again ? ❜
from what kat could remember, the girl was able to speak russian, and… there was something to do with her mother being batshit crazy, but there was a good chance that this belief was tainted with the memories of her own mother. despite it being christmas, katherine still hadn’t heard from her parents in, at least, five months. that felt like possibly the best christmas gift they could’ve given—but she wasn’t going to hold her breath. odds were that darling ma and pa would somehow contact pascal. ugh.
"A wet white shirt and a wilted flower are just about what passes for romance here, so you should expect both within the week. Not that either will be mine, but I have heard it is the thought that counts."
Her pleased smirk faded at the edges as Kat questioned her whereabouts, a pinch in her cheek the only indication of her displeasure. "Unfortunately. It was...decided to be in my best interests to take a break from...everything. But that matters little, as I am here now."
Aaliyah knew Nessa was blind. She made sure she kept up with the Mount Olympus High gossip, and Nessa was certainly a more interesting student around. There was something to respect about anyone who could rely on themselves to get around, and Aaliyah certainly respected any female who could be as strong and self-possessed as herself. She smiled amusedly at the response she received, keeping stride and holding herself high.
"You don’t see complete anarchy yet, at least," she said. She knew, as well as she expected everyone else to, that she was essentially the school’s queen. Few could rival Aaliyah’s confidence, the freedom she embodied, the spirit with which she ruled — and she rarely worried if they tried. Things had a way of falling into their natural order, especially in the small realm a high school created, and its natural order put Aaliyah at the top. She would hardly argue that she kept the school running, but she was aware and convinced of her importance in its hierarchy. "Maybe that’ll happen tomorrow, but today seems as normal as ever."
"I do not believe this place has ever strayed away from anarchy, rather it has found a chaos all its own that has lulled everyone into believing there is order." Nessa's tone was dry, her voice flat and uninterested as if she had all ready moved on to bigger and better things in her own head. "Though I suppose it does seem all fires and actual rioting has yet to break out." What a shame.
"Normal is relative, and while the argument could be made for 'boring,' I still say there is much to do."
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Zane’s heart beat wildly as he fumbled to straighten his coat as he faced the girl. He flicked his hair to the side as he cleared his throat grandly, to stall for time. Of all things, he had to see Nessa today. And be actually speaking to her. This conversation didn’t seem to be heading in any nice direction—he had to change that. Maybe they could just push their past experiences behind and push for a brighter, better future? Yeah, yeah; good luck with that.
He finally forced himself to remain calm, standing straight with his hands clasped in front of him. “Just wanted to say hi,” he quipped, with a small wave of his hand. “And…happy holidays. And New Years.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out one of his several candy canes. “I was gonna throw this at you, y’know, for fun, but I didn’t want to risk giving a heart attack to a pretty lady.” Zane dared to throw her a wink accompanied with a smirk, wondering if she could even see his face clearly. He held out the treat to her. “Candy cane?”
Nessa smiled at him, a tight lipped malicious expression that held no fondness of any sort. "And a happy new year to you as well. Here's to hoping the new year is not like the last." Her smile waned, giving way into something slightly more wistful if no less dangerous. "It is my favorite time of the year. Everyone making new resolutions to become a better person and failing within the week."
Behind her sunglasses her eyes flickered down as Zane extended his arm, where evidently a candy cane was to be found. "No thank you," she clipped off promptly, lips pursed. "I don't much care for peppermint."
Situated in the far right corner of the building’s atrium, watching with dulled interest the constant ebb and flow of moving people stood Theodore, cigarette held between slim fingers, pale face temporarily flushed red from having been in the outdoor cold. He watched as she juggled with ease both a suitcase and a white cane, the dull click click it made on the path an almost hypnotic beat. Theodore knew her by sight and name only; he had never once uttered a word to the intimidating Nessa Myest but as she entered the building and the receptionist burnt even deeper holes in the back of his head as his cigarette began to burn itself out, he realised that today may be a day for trying something new.
❝I would argue that it hasn’t dilapidated
that badly in your absence. A little, of
course, but not ‘falling apart without you’.❞
Nessa smelled the smoke before she noticed the boy, his voice reaching her just as she placed a name to the smell and the frame. "Perhaps it's me that has been falling apart without this hell," she conceded as she turned to watch him over her shoulder. "Hearing myself sounds so...arrogant." She wrinkled her nose, a tiny movement that barely shifted her face but still managed to convey her upmost disgust. The expression only lasted a moment before it was smoothed over into her usual apathetic view. "Regardless, I still have work to do."
upon the realization that her previous statement could have been misinterpreted as a quip surrounding nessa’s disability, kat drew in a sharp breath. she quickly let it go, however, following the response that she’d heard. whilst katherine played to her lone wolf image, she did prefer to keep a relatively positive relationship with those who she identified as sharing common traits. in a world—let alone school—where the masses were prey, what was the sense in fighting what few predators there were ?
as katherine walked, a rather amused grin passed her lips. and while this image was obviously lost on the other predator, the dull notes of mirth were clearly laced within kat’s words.
❛ probably the latter. the school just feels so naked
and boring without some of my favourite people
roaming the halls. walking alone through a crowded hallway
makes people move, but walking in a pack… that makes them run.❜
The hitch in Katherine's breath did not go unnoticed by Nessa, as very few things ever did, but she did not comment on it. A slight raising of her eyebrow was the only indication that she had heard, but her controlled expression slipped as the other girl spoke.
A quiet of a laugh escaped her, barely above an unsettled breath as if she weren't accustom to the sound, and left a small and dangerous smile on her lips. "Ah, I had forgotten the absolute poetry you were capable of, Kat, it really is quite beautiful."
"I am truly glad you are still here however. I would have considered it a personal insult if you had gotten yourself expelled without me."
No one had to remind Aaliyah of her beauty and her power. She knew it. She saw it in the second glances sent her way, in the panicked looks underclassmen often wore when they fell in the way of a particularly gloomy day. She relished in the pulse even she could feel radiating off of her, the strength of the magnetic draw she possessed. It was hers. Aaliyah had never intended to achieve this status, this prowess, this sense of entitlement, but it had fallen into her hands, she had taken a bite, and the juices had run from her mouth onto her chin, and it made her feel alive. It fit her. She had gotten used to walking around with a defined weight on her shoulders.
Even now, as she leaned against the wall of the main building listening to a boy drone on about some athletic event, even as she barely heard a word he was saying, Aaliyah felt empowered. It was something she carried with her, it was something that came not from her peers, but from herself. It was her secret weapon. Her gaze flitted about the vicinity lazily until she saw her. Nessa, blind and beautiful and bitchy. She smiled and patted the shoulder of the boy in front of her, dismissing him with a few words of charm and flirtation, and sauntered over to where Nessa walked on. “I like to think that I’ve kept it in pretty good shape, actually.”
Nessa's failing eyesight had never been seen as a handicap, at least not by her personally. What everyone else thought, well, she didn't much care for opinions that were not her own so the issue had never much bothered her. People didn't need their eyes to see, and Nessa certainly didn't need them to recognize Aaliyah when she was near. As the other girl approached Nessa tilted her head to hear her better, only slowing in her stride a fraction of an amount to allow the other girl to fall in line.
"I believe that depends entirely on your definition of both words."
Zane huddled behind the trashcan, waiting silently for someone he knew to walk past him. He calmly checked his twitter while he waited, not in any hurry to do anything else. This was how you utilized the start of Winter Break. He was going to leap out from behind the smelly trashcan, shout, ‘MERRY CHRISTMAS!!’, throw a candy cane or two at the person, and make a heck of a run for it. It was going to be epic. He heard someone coming down the hall from the door—Zane stuffed his phone away and prepared for action. He counted down under his breath as they approached, closer. And closer.
With—what seemed like—perfect timing, Zane bounded out from the trashcan—“MERR-WHOAA—” Zane’s eyes widened as he saw how close he’d leaped to the person—yeah, it was his horrible timing skills—and also, with a millisecond-long glance, who it was. It was Nessa. How long had it been since they’d even interacted?? The opposite of nimble was what Zane was—he tried to stop himself before he collapsed on top of Nessa, and threw his body to the side, barely dodging her body.
Yeah, it was his horrible timing skills.
Unable to stop his momentum, Zane staggered several steps into the wall across from his trashcan, absolutely ungracefully. He collided with the wall, tripping over his own feet. With a jerk he uprighted himself and straightened his disheveled clothes, staring at Nessa’s face.
He was rather breathless—“I, um—uh, heeyy, Ness. Long time…no…uh. See.”
Nessa heard the beginning of the commotion before her would-be attacker began to yell, stopping herself short before a ball of blonde hair and energy bounded past her on a brutal collision course with the opposite wall. The wall, it would seem, fought better than it's opposition, as the boy staggered to collect himself. Back straight and suitcase pulled against her to protect it from any harm she blinked quickly a few times, trying to gather her bearings and process the bizarre scenario that had just transpired.
As she was beginning the identify the over-eager and possibly-unstable boy trying to compose himself, he quickly spared her the trouble by speaking. "Zane." It wasn't a question or a greeting, more of an identification of the type of bug she had just stepped on. Her face quickly fell from indignant confusion to tired irritation. "Yes, about ten years in fact," she quipped with a half hearted eye roll, as if it were his fault she had to make a seeing joke anytime the opportunity presented itself and she were quite exasperated with him for it.
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feeling rather board, and ready to attempt
setting another student on fire, kat leaned
against her locker, surveying possible
victims. considering that it’d been a
relatively uneventful few weeks, anything
more interesting that somebody
accidentally walking into a locker door
would spark some amusement within her.
once she laid eyes on the familiar face,
kat felt somewhat relieved. after all,
nessa was at least somebody she liked.
leaving her locker, kat soon fell into step
with nessa. the chains that were hooked
to her pants smacked quite loudly together,
announcing her presence before she was
even able to speak.
❛ long time, no see.
s’funny, i actually missed
that mug of yours.❜
Nessa did not slow in her step as she heard someone approach, all ready vastly uninterested in whatever it was they were attempting to sell this afternoon. Her irritation only lasted a step before the rattle of chains and the distinctive smell of smoke came together in a combination that could only mean one person, even before she spoke. The corners of Nessa's mouth twitched as her disdain waned.
"I know the feeling," she joked, the words dry on her tongue. "Is it funny because my face is simply that unappealing or funny that you were capable of missing anyone at all?" She continued, only sparing the girl's figure -made distinctive by the mass of dark unruliness that sat atop it- a sideways glance.
With a suitcase clutched in one hand and careful steps Nessa approached the main building with no general sense of urgency, ignoring everyone she passed as clicked along the path. Held out before her was her trusty white cane, checking over the ground before her boots followed. She barely paused as she reached the door, the handle of her cane jerking out to hit the button to automatically open the door without her having to rearrange her belongings. Once inside she did not remove her glasses, but kept her cane by her side, knowing the path by memory.
"By the gods this place has been falling apart without me. It's a damn disgrace."
[Peter shook his head, not sure if he was supposed to be concerned at her accuracy or impressed by it.] The self-righteous bit kind of makes me sound like a dick, but I guess it’s not exactly wrong. [He laughed then, glancing at her.] And I don’t agree with the nothing-short-of-a-miracle part. [Smirking, he stands up a little straighter and jokes—] I’m just that good.
[Pride was the greatest sin Nessa could think of, but she could never quite stop the little spike of it she felt whenever she earned that reaction from someone. At his assessment of her assessment she pursed her lips slightly, but did not correct him, a slight raise of her eyebrows her only indication that she had heard]
I’m just that good.
At the risk of sounding cliche, I do believe that is what they all say - up until they meet their end.
”Subtlety can bite me in this case.” Kat flicked her hair over her shoulder and considered the devious little plans that had been building in her mind for the previous year. “Especially if I can find somewhere that’ll sell me bear traps,” she added, feeling a slight laugh grace her lips.
[Nessa raised an eyebrow, at once both exasperated and entertained by Kat's over the top antics] I thought the point was not to end up in jail before the end of the month.
A student with a missing limb might just call for an investigation.
Oh, such restrictions. Though you will be of no use to most of us in prison. Or an asylum. So we will have to work around that.
But it shouldn't be hard. This is an easily influenced lot, just a few suggestions here and there, a strategically placed rumor, and then all it takes is one, little [She raised one hand, flicking a finger as if she were flicking away a bug]. Not difficult at all. But of course, subtly has never been your modus operandi.
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[Feeling more at ease now that she hadn’t simply dismissed him, Peter proceeded to walk alongside her.] Heard plenty, huh? And what exactly have you heard about me?
[Nessa took a casual tone as they walked, keeping her eyes forward] Well, you are loud. Which is not something I have heard from other people, but my own deductions. You are overly friendly and overly ready to throw a punch at any given moment. You are self righteous to the point of vigilanteism and the fact that you are still alive is nothing short of a miracle.
Alright, sure. I can definitely do that. But there’s also a little bit of play-time fun I’m messing around with. Still not exactly sure what I want to do with them yet.
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