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Apr 19 2018, 10:37 PM
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The day was finally here. Mari had spent a total of about a month living alone in the apartment and now she was waiting for her new roommate: Levi Andrews. Her mother, of all people, had expressed more doubts over this arrangement than Mari had. She wasn't sure that living with a boy was the greatest idea even if it was with a boy she knew. There was mention about how guys could be a distraction even for girls who had their heads on straight like her. It was enough to make Mari roll her eyes with fervor she hadn't done since she was a teenager. Sure, Mari didn't know Levi Andrews that well, but she and Levi had been in school together forever. They had swam together for years. He was always in the group of people that she went surfing with.
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He wasn't some creeper. He had always seemed like a nice enough guy and her friend Naomi had vouched for him when he asked her about the opening in her mother and now Mari's apartment. Mari hadn't been sure about the arrangement. She had barely gotten a handle on the whole demi-god powers that had plagued her life. The last thing she needed was to lose control and make more pipes explode or flood the apartment from the bathtub. The one person she had ended up accidentally showing her powers to happened to be a God. She was quite sure that the normal humans she hung around with would not be so accepting of random water spurting everywhere when she lost her temper. There were normal worries too, of course. Mari was not the most personable person on the planet. She liked her friends, but as a rule was not a real big fan of people in general. The idea of having to live with someone she barely knew was not the ideal situation.
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But rent. Her mother hadn't even wanted to charge her rent, but Mari insisted because part of the rent in the building came from this apartment. She knew exactly what the cafe made every month and how much this cost...they needed the income. So, she insisted she pay rent like any other renter. The problem was the cost of living in Maui was insane, so yeah having someone who could pay their share of the rent reliably was too good to turn down. So here she was, sitting in her apartment doing some last minute cleaning to keep herself busy while she waited for Levi to show up. Her mother had almost been here for this, but luckily Mari had been able to talk her out of it. The last thing she needed was for this to be more awkward than it was. Mari looked up from wiping down the kitchen counters as she heard the lock turn.
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The ginger took a deep breath. Well, here they went.

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Mari Zacharellis did not have many friends. She had some friends that she grew up with who knew that her bitchiness and no filter was very rarely meant in harm, but a lot of these friends were older or very busy with their lives. Mari really didn't have a ton of friends in college and so she was pretty protective of the very few that she did have. That was why the last text conversation she had had with one of said friends, Stella Valens, left her a little uneasy. It was not right for a girl who was as pretty, fun, and smart to be upset over someone like Bennett Sheridan. So, okay, Mari reluctantly admitted that she actually really didn't mind Bennett's company, but she still thought the guy was an idiot. He was oblivious, clearly. He was also very wrapped up in his own drama with his best friend from Texas.
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She had absolutely no idea if Bennett actually liked Stella back or not. Honestly, she thought that it was unlikely that he actually did because...well if he was, he clearly would've been picking up on the signs that Stella liked him. He would be looking for them and she wasn't exactly subtle. Since he was not looking for the signs...well, that probably meant he didn't like her. However, even Marina knew not to mention that to her friend who was very smitten with the Texan lacrosse player. That was why her plan was to distract Stella instead of just hashing over the details of her drunken encounter with the boy she liked. So Mari made her way across campus to Stella's room after her morning practice with two coffees in hand and a bag across her shoulder that carried her bathing suit and towel.
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The red-head swiped her student ID to let her into the dorm building and walked down the quiet halls to where she knew Stella's room was. The was quiet because no doubt students were still recovering from the night out the night before. No one on a college campus got up before ten a.m. if they didn't need to be. Lucky bastards, she thought. They didn't know how much of a privilege that was. Mari never slept in. She was either at morning practice or she was up and opening the cafe. On the very very rare days that she didn't have practice and didn't have to work...well, she got up and went for a run, swim, or surf anyway because there was no sleeping in for her. She just hoped that Stella wasn't a very heavy sleeper, if she was still sleeping that is. She didn't exactly want to wake up the entire dorm.
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Mari finally arrived at Stella's room and gave a heart knock on the door. "Stella! It's Mari. I'm kidnapping you so wake up!" She tried to keep her voice at a reasonable volume so that she wasn't going to be waking up her neighbors, but still loud enough to be heard. Mari leaned back and bounced on the balls of her feet as she waited for whatever version of Stella was going to emerge at the door.
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@STELLA M. VALENS
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<a href="http://tmine.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=464"><div class="likewoah">Little White Lies // Bennett Sheridan </div></a><br>
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<a href="http://tmine.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=458"><div class="likewoah">Melting Into You // Wyatt Gatwood </div></a><br>
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This is really a super duper open ad. I just really want Mari’s father (Poseidon) to come along and play with. Basically the story is that Mari’s mother, Amara Zacharellis, met Poseidon when she was a teenager. He presented himself as a surfer to her and the only way she has described him as been as having the eyes of the ocean. Whether or not he actually cared about Amara is completely up to you. Amara was pretty damn smitten with him (she never married) and never blamed him for leaving her and his daughter. She understood and never harbored any hate for him.
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Now Mari is different story. Mari was never told about her father until she was eighteen and suddenly developing powers to control small bits of water and it was responding to her. Now as a child she had not been her father’s biggest fan, but when she found out who he really was…she really turned on him. How the hell could a freaking GOD leave them to struggle the way they did? Why did he not at least set her mother up with some kind of safety net?
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Whether or not Poseidon knows about her is up to you, I imagine he might, but maybe he doesn’t! One way or another, however, they meet and maybe Poseidon is trying to protect her from the god-hunters that have suddenly made themselves known. She’s pretty young and she’s still learning to control the powers she has so maybe he’s concerned she will cause a scene and get noticed and whatever tiny fatherly instincts he has as a God makes him want to help her. It would be a bumpy long, somewhat angsty, and funny road the two of them would go on. Plus there is all the fun things a God could get into in Maui.
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It’d be so much fun, so please take him!
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<br>Marina Zacherellis is a third generation Hawaiian. Her grandparents moved here shortly after their wedding. It was their second wedding each and they both desired a fresh start. They moved here to get a fresh start. They promptly started a small café in their community. Since they were both over 40 years old they didn’t expect to have any children…but only a year into their marriage came along their daughter Amara.
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Amara grew up in Hawaii learning to swim and surf came as second nature. They were never surprised when their daughter came back smelling of salt water and grinning. They were surprised, however, when at eighteen Amara came back pregnant. They pressed for details on the father, but Amara was very close-lipped only saying it was a surfer with eyes as deep as the ocean itself. As nice as that was, it didn’t pay for the child that came along nine months later: Marina Zacharellis.
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Despite being a surprise and her mother having no education, Marina was very loved. She grew up in the small café and coffee shop that her grandparents ran and then eventually her mother as they retired. She asked about her father when she was old enough to understand that she didn’t have one and other children did. Her mother told her the same thing she told her parents, but promised when she was old enough she would tell her all about them.
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Mari decided quickly that if her father wasn’t there he wasn’t worth knowing anyway. She took to the water even more than her mother had. By the time she was seven Mari was on a local swim team and spending her free time surfing. As she grew older it became very clear that Mari was miles ahead of many of the swimmers on her team. She started winning races left and right. Mari threw herself into it seeing it as her way out. It was her way to college. Her mother couldn’t afford college on her own. Their little shop barely made ends meet every single month…let alone afford tuition.
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She was getting multiple offers from colleges when she was seventeen and preparing to apply to colleges. It was then, however, that her grandfather died of a heart attack. Within a year…her grandmother had gone as well. It threw off their entire family dynamic. It was just her and her mother now. They had no one else. Amara had never married. It was just them and their business.
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In all this mess, Mari turned eighteen. She was in the middle of a particularly hard work-out (by herself, luckily) and she smacked her head against the wall from not paying attention. She had risen and cursed and suddenly the weight of the past months had come washing over her and she was bawling from the pain of it all. It was then that very suddenly the pool water turned dark and the water began to move and wane, like an ocean might. It was forming full out waves and Mari had scrambled out faster than anything when she realized what was going on.
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She ran home shaking, not even bothering to have changed out of her suit, and cried the entire tale to her mother. To her shock, her mother didn’t seem surprised…instead she smiled. It came out then, the truth. That her father was indeed a surfer with eyes like the ocean because…he was the ocean. He was Poseidon. Mari thought she was insane. She had screamed at her. She had told her she was crazy, but as the days wore on water began reacting to Mari the way it had in the pool and she knew her mother wasn’t lying.
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Given all this had happened, Mari knew she couldn’t leave for college like she had been planning. She couldn’t exactly go to Vermont or California or any of the other schools that had offered her scholarships knowing all this. What if something happened and she couldn’t control herself? Anyway, who would take care of her mother? She had no one else.
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So despite her mother’s protests, Mari enrolled in Maui University. It would keep her near the ocean, which she rather begrudgingly now felt a very strong pull to, and allowed her to help out at the café and keep an eye on her mother. After all, no one else was going to do it.
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<p>friends Mari is a little rough around the edges. She’s competitive. She’s smart as a whip and with a tongue to go along with it. She’s got very little patience for people and their petty problems. She knows what it’s like to really go week-to-week paycheck to paycheck and she knows real loss. So, when friends get upset over a boy not liking them…she tells them to suck it up and get over yourself. That being said…she is a good friend once you are there. She may not be super cuddly, but she will always be there for you. No matter what.

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<p>foes Yeah so as I said Mari’s a bit rough around the edges. So…this is going to be people on her swim team at school who have tried to beat her and she’s been relentless in getting to where she is. It will be people who have a problem with the barbs of her personality. Her foe list may be longer than her friend list.

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<p>lovers From seventeen to about nineteen Mari was a bit wrapped up in the fact that she lost both her grandparents (her second parents) and suddenly got powers from a father she has never known to be dating people. Now she’s a bit more open in this area, but she’s not an easy person to get to know. Remember, in her mind men have never been upstanding in her life...so good luck if you like her. You’ve got quite a bit of work in front of you, but I’d love to see her open up to someone.


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