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Post by caitlinluciaflynn on Jan 18, 2011 21:00:03 GMT -7
Those who knew Cait well wouldn't be surprised that she was sitting at the piano, plinking out the melody of a song stuck in her head. At the moment, it was some song from the musical episode of some show about a vampire slayer. Something about walking through fire, which probably wasn't the best idea. Apparently, it was a metaphor for something going on in the plot. It had randomly popped into her head earlier that week, and had been playing in her head in an endless loop ever since. She hadn't heard it in a long time, and why it had crept into her mind she wasn't entirely sure. But it was there, and the best way for her to get it out was to play it out, as she had discovered from past experience. Many, many past experiences. Many of them with more annoying songs than this one. At least this one wasn't something that could be used as torture (ie; 'It's A Small World After All')
Suddenly, Cait stopped. It wasn't because she forgot the rest of the song. Her mind was just elsewhere. 'Aaron's turning twelve soon,' She realized. Gods, she was old. And she hadn't been there for his birthday since his sixth. Her little brother was growing up, and she was missing it. She was his older sister. She was supposed to be there for him, to harass him most of the time, and be protective of him the rest. "I am a crappy sister,
[/color]" She thought aloud. Yeah, she was there for her other siblings. But they could survive without her. And so could Aaron, pointed out the voice in the back of her mind. Obviously he could. When she did see him, he was always happy, and healthy. But she saw him so rarely. Cait wasn't entirely sure why this suddenly sprung into her mind. She hadn't thought like this for years. She had learned that it really didn't help at all. It just made things worse. But she couldn't help it. In another year, if Aaron had been like her, a demi god...he'd be here. Torn from his mother and the man who raised him. ' New line of thought would be nice any time now,[/color]" She thought wryly. Or, just someone to distract her.[/blockquote][/blockquote] Word count:[/b]419 Muse: 'Once More With Feeling' and 'Shrek: The Musical' Soundtracks Tag: Apollo Cabin and anyone else
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Post by Sebastian Aiden on Jan 21, 2011 8:56:50 GMT -7
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Horribly dazed and covered in feathers amidst shrieking Aphrodite girls who were trying to kill Crowley, Apollo's resident serpent, by pounding it with pillows, Sebastian Aiden blinked his eyes twice as his surroundings came into focus. Aphrodite House looks like a pillow fight arena now, with lots of little tufts of feathers floating around the place. The 12-meter long Albino Burmese Python looked a little frightened and a lot more dizzy as it huddled in a corner while being pummelled to death by screaming females. Sebastian almost felt sorry for it. Almost.
This bedlam would have not happened had Keller not mentioned earlier in the Apollo House that there were some very hot chicks in the 10th Residence. As it happened, Crowley, the stupid perpetually-hungry snake that he is, overheard Sebastian's younger brother made the comment. Misunderstanding Keller's meaning and literally translating "chicks" as chicken hatchlings, the snake had hurried itself to the Aphrodite House. The pandemonium that ensued afterwards as Crowley slithered all over the place, fighting for his dear life as crazy, albeit scared, girls tried to end his very existence, almost put CTF to shame.
Sebastian didn't really realized what had happened until one of his siblings fetched him, telling him that Crowley was about to be exterminated at the Aphrodite Residence. At first, Sebastian couldnt understand what his younger brother was babbling about, and then when he finally slowed down enough for Sebastian to understand, the Apollo Resident Leader almost laughed out loud. Seriously? Aphrodite warrior chicks? Everybody knows Aphrodite Residence couldn't fight. They'd be too worried they'd break their nails or mess up their hair or something.
But as soon as Sebastian stepped inside the Aphrodite House, he got knocked over by some bedraggled screaming chick with a pillow for weapon. It was utter chaos in the place! Things were strewn about, feathers were floating, his ears felt like it was bleeding from all the yelling, and oh yes, he got hit a lot in the crossfire... Sebastian was surprise none of the Eris kids were prancing in the background.
Wearily getting to his feet, the usually calm and aloof Apollo Resident Leader felt something brushed against his hand on the floor. He saw that it was some sort of black clothing and since it was the nearest thing he could grab, he was about to throw it to the angry mob, not realizing what it was until he happened to glance at it before throwing. Sebastian's brows knit in confusion as he dangled and stretched it in front of him.
"Thong?" He heard himself say.
Almost as if it was the magic word, every motion in the room ceased and the noises came to a halt. Along with that, he could feel every pair of eyes on him. He froze. Gulping and forcing himself to stay cool and casual, he took a deep breath and managed to strode over to Crowley, all the while keeping himself alert for any sign of hostile movements from the Aphrodite amazons. Sebastian grabbed the serpent's neck, half pulling and dragging behind him the now addled-brain snake who didn't look too well from all the blows it received. Turning to the Aphrodite Resident Leader, he cleared his throat, handed her the thong without a word, gave her a nod, and proceeded to make his way out of that House.
Even as he closed the door, the lock clicking quietly behind him, he left that place with every girl silent, a feat few man has ever managed to do. Whether the Aphrodite horde were horrified or embarrassed or incredulous, he didn't know or didn't care. He was just glad to be out of that war zone.
Arriving at Apollo cabin, he ceremonously dumped Crowley on Keller's bed and proceeded to collapse on his own one.Sebastian closed his eyes and rubbed his temples as if he was getting a migraine. He didn't need to have another House Leader pissed off. Athena Resident Leader was already mad at him.
Speaking of which, he hasn't seen Shay du Rone lately. Ever since that second incident at the beach... He shook his head at himself. Not that Sebastian wanted to see her again. Or had even thought of her.
...
Okay, maybe he did think about her a little.
Or a lot.
Once. Twice....
Alright! A thousand times a day!
Gods!
So far today though, he'd only thought of her about two hundred times.
A really HUGE improvement.
But then again, it was still early morning.
Letting out a loud sigh, he decided that he needed to be distracted from the way his thoughts were leading once more. He pushed himself up on his bed with his elbows and though about letting out steam at the archery range. Out there, it would just be him and that bullseye. No snobby haughty-looking silver-eyed demi-goddess whose lips were always curled in annoyance at him. Yes, whose lips were always... Sebastian quickly shook his head. Time to go.
He was about to stand up and grab his bow and quiver of arrows when he noticed someone playing the piano. It was one of his more musically-inclined siblings. Never one to talk much, he gave her a nod of recognition.
"Hey."
Muse: Getting there. Note: This happened around 3 hours before the House United Thread, before Seb went to the archery range to practice. Also, thanks to Maggie for the Crowley-being-attacked-by-rabid-Aphrodite-girls idea. ;Dspank me hard Val.
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Post by novembermason on Jan 21, 2011 14:51:31 GMT -7
Gods, thought November Mason, daughter of Nyx, stretching. I feel like I’m walking through molasses. The young demititan—well, technically demi-protogenoi, but that didn’t exactly roll off the tongue—shouldn’t even have been up at this late hour, anyway. Well, early hour, for all those diurnal folks out there. But November definitely functioned much better at night. She was faster and stronger, and her mind was far sharper. Whereas right now she felt liked she was wading in thick, cloying mud. Or molasses. She preferred to think of it as molasses, because mud was just disgusting. November was fully aware she could have been much more powerful, but her mother had prevented that from happening. She’d asked once, and had been told it could have burned her out from the inside had Nyx done nothing. The mix of protogenoi and human hadn’t been stable before the elder goddess’s interference. She had no classes right now, and was going to catch hell from her big brother Thanatos for not observing her curfew later, but November—unusually—had insomnia. She’d been having some…funny dreams lately. She’d ask Nyx when next she saw her. Of course, given that Nyx was off doing something or other and probably wasn’t even in the same universe at the moment, that was likely to take a bit. November wandered around the academy, bored, trying to make herself tired enough to go back to bed. But though the walking-through-some-thick-substance-that-was-hopefully-not-mud feeling persisted, she didn’t feel any urge to sleep. Hypnos, big brother, you are being so unhelpful right now, she thought. Of course, Hypnos probably had some reason for not sending her to sleep. And she’d just love to hear it. November heard music coming from the Apollo cabin. Huh. Maybe a lullaby would work or something. She quickened her pace and headed towards the Apollo cabin. November pushed open the door. “H’lo?”
Words: 325 Notes: hope I’m not intruding
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Nicky Wolf
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Son of Apollo
♐I am the Golden God, who are you?♐
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Post by Nicky Wolf on Feb 11, 2011 17:32:28 GMT -7
Some times it was just good to be back home, no matter how good of a day it had been. Nicky had spent most of the day wandering around the campus with a guitar he had picked up somewhere along the way playing and serenading every random soul he came into contact with, with no real rhyme or reason to his actions. He did have to admit it was pretty damn funny when he an acoustic version of Another Brick in the Wall in all it's parts to a passing group of Hephaestus and Athena kids, the looks he got were priceless. It was also pretty funny when Leeland joined in playing his own version of Tenacious D's Tribute. All in all it was a good and entertaining day, even if he had skipped most of his classes, he was sure Apollo wouldn't mind too much, after all he had been out using the gifts the god had given him so as to speak.
He strolled into the house still strumming and humming random tunes aimlessly, not even noticing the other music coming from around him until he looked up seeing Caitlin at his usual place behind the piano keys. He wouldn't begrudge her that spot, he liked branching out into other instruments from time to time. If he really felt the need, he could have grabbed the keyboards and synthesizer from the back room and joined her composition, but that was more effort than Nicky was willing to put forward at the moment. So, he settled for continuing his random guitar playing, with Bad Moon Rising popping up from out of now where, some how transitioning to And then he kissed me he wasn't entirely sure how he had managed that, but he wasn't exactly complaining about it either.
"Awww Cait, you're not a bad sister, you're just another busy demigod like the rest of us," he commented still switching back and for between the two unrelated songs on the guitar. He stopped mid note as Sebastian returned Crowley to his "natural" habitat in the Apollo house. Nicky still hated that damn snake, and if ever tried to eat Remus again, Nicky would have a brand new python skin belt, boots and anything else he could think of. He glared daggers at the snake noting the "unslept-in" appearance of Keller's bed.
"Must still be out doing gods know what with Leeland again...lucky bastard," he thought frowning as he went back to his music, playing much more somber and sober tunes lost in his own thoughts. Having them interrupted by the front door opening yet again, he looked dead square into the unfamiliar face frowning. "Who are you?" he asked, a bit more bluntly than was his norm.
Word Count: 479 Muse: Rusty, Dusty, and dead at the end
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