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Post by Symantha Meckosaly on Jun 2, 2011 17:56:20 GMT -7
"And the prince and the princess lived happily ever after. The end," Sym read, smiling gently at the children that were sitting in front of her. "Alright you little kiddies, time calls for bed," she told them. A mixture of groans and protests filled the air, and even though Sym could not hear them, she knew that they all didn't want to sleep. They wanted another story, to stay up later, for her not to leave. Sym gave them all a tiny smile. "I'll read to you tomorrow once school lets out, alright?" Sym told them.
After a solid 15 minutes and triple checking to make sure everyone was in bed, Sym finally closed the door to the Olympian dormitory, and turned to stare out across the academy grounds. It was such a beautiful night, the stars were twinkling above her head, and she knew better than to stay cooped up in her dormitory. Stuffing the picture book into her messenger bag for another night, Sym glanced around at the various activities that was going on. Generally Sym didn't get out much, and while hanging out with her siblings were fun, it got a bit dull after a while. She needed to talk to someone different for a change. Someone outside her circle of siblings. Sym wasn't picky, but knew that it had to be someone with at least a positive attitude.
Sym started towards the garden, seeing as if she couldn't find someone there, she could at least work with the plants. It seemed boring to most people, but it was something that Sym liked to do. Besides, it killed the extra time she had. As she arrived, she couldn't help but notice that the flowers and general plants looked beautiful under the moonlight. Generally they were all beautiful, but somehow the moonlight managed to make them look even more stunning than usual. Sym sat down in front of the daffodils that were getting ready to blossom, and started to attempt something she wasn't good at: getting flowers to bloom. Sym knew that if she kept up with this, then she better be prepared for a long night.
Words: 375 Muse: Alright for a start Notes: Open to anyone~
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Post by echoe on Jun 3, 2011 3:36:46 GMT -7
Artemis wandered around the gardens, doing nothing in particular, as usual. He was bored, very much so, and so he had resorted to wandering around the grounds aimlessly, which appeared to have become a favorite pastime over the past month or so.
As usual, he had chosen to wear his long sleeved blue shirt, rather than the t-shirt, and jeans. An odd combination, but it was comfortable and that was all that he cared for in terms of clothing. He preferred to wear this particular shirt because it kept his forearm from view, which he had become very self conscious of.
Arty stumbled through the gardens, attempting in vain not to trample the flowers underfoot without much luck. It was a lot harder than it looked, as there seemed to be plants of every kind all over the place. The fact that it was another swealteringly warm night wasn't helping his mood, especially as he was sweating from the heat, probably due to his warm clothing. He wouldn't wear t-shirts if he could help it, no matter what, which was apparently unusual for a twelve year old, or any child at that, to prefer his long sleeved shirts, which just happened to be ever so slightly formal. Not his fault.
While he was wrapped up in his own thoughts, he wasn't really concentrating on where he was going, which was not a good idea at the best of times, let alone in the dark. He may or may not have seen the girl bending over the flowers, tending to them, and so walking into her was a perfectly reasonable thing to do. Sort of.
"Sorry," he muttered, almost incoherent, as he took a few steps back, stumbling into yet another flower bed. "Didn't see you there. It's an easy mistake to make." He added, embarrassed and understandably so.
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Post by Symantha Meckosaly on Jun 3, 2011 23:18:24 GMT -7
Sym was staying pretty concentrated on the daffodil, and she was nearing completion. It was about halfway open when something collided into her. She had let out a small squeak of surprise, then quickly looked up to find the culprit. Well...she didn't have to look up very much, to say the least. The boy looked pretty young.
As he mumbled apologies that Sym didn't, couldn't, and wouldn't hear, she glanced back down at the daffodil. It has snapped back shut, and Sym knew that if she attempted to open it again, it wasn't going to budge. She sighed gently. Ah well, there was always other days to work on it, and definitely in better times. She stared back up at the boy, noticing that his mouth moved just a bit differently...not a lot, but enough for someone like Sym to notice...an accent. Damn it... Sym wasn't good at reading accents. It was odd, but Sym felt a bit confident. She could read out what he was saying, and that was all she basically needed.
"Hey, don't sweat it," Sym said, giving him a small smile. She straightened up, and brushed the invisible dirt off of her hands. She took a moment to take a good look at him. He was...adorable. That was the only adjective Sym could think of. He looked adorable. His chocolate brown eyes reminded her a bit of a little puppy dog's. And his smile seemed to tie everything together. Unfortunately, he was a bit...young for her taste. She was going to be a senior the following fall, wheras he looked like he could barely pass middle school.
Sym brushed some of her blonde hair behind her ear, then noticed the long sleeves. She didn't say anything about it, because for all she could know, he was probably cold. "I'm Symantha, though you can call me Sym." she told him after she realized that she hadn't introduced herself yet. "So...what brings you here?" she asked, gesturing to the gardens that were surrounding them.
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Post by echoe on Jun 4, 2011 15:06:01 GMT -7
Hearing her speak halted Artemis' rambling almost immediately, though he was surprised by her use of words. Hey, don't sweat it. Artemis could not suppress a faint smile, which had an uncanny resemblance to a smirk. Using the word 'sweat' in that context seemed unusual, and it reminded him of the song that one of the security guards liked back home.
In the day we sweat it out on the streets on a runaway American dream. At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines..
Many a time had he asked this particular person to 'turn it down,' though secretly, he had quite enjoyed listening to it at times. Artemis' smile widened momentarily and a dreamy expression passed over his features at the thought of such a fond memory, though it flickered back to the smirk almost as though it had simply never been there.
And so, there was yet another thing to add to his growing list of things of what he should and should not do. Making a conscious effort not to associate absolutely everything with home or Jupiter for one thing, and to look where he was going for another, which went without saying really. It was generally accepted in society that one did not go around crashing into people, after all.
He looked up at her, looking at her throughly for the first time, and the first thought that crossed his mind was something along the lines of, Geez, is it compulsory that every girl here is pretty, tall and over the age of 15? If she had been approximately five, maybe four years younger, Artemis would most likely be all over her, (metaphorically, not literally) what with her sleek, long blonde hair and somewhat intense, yet warm hazel eyes. Stunning, if she hadn't looked about the age to take her GCSEs. It was all thoroughly depressing, or so to speak.
When she spoke, she naturally spoke in the American accent that was to be expected, though it sounded almost lyrical, perfect even, when she used it. A shame, really, that she was significantly older than himself.
"Well, Sym, it is nice to meet you. I'm Artemis, and you can call me, well, Artemis. I don't particularly like the use of abbreviations of my name." As usual, his flawless, though stereotypical English accent flowed perfectly, which always seemed a little out of place at the academy, in his opinion. It got annoying at times, but then, everything seemed to annoy him in some way. It was probably best to be more optimistic about life in general. So he was a demigod. Big deal. So he was screwed and had a disadvantage at the Encampment. Great! His life was ruined! Yaay! The sooner he accepted it, the more at peace with himself he would be, probably.
Despite the obvious difference in height making him feel awkward for some reason, Artemis extended a hand in greeting, which was a habit that he picked up when he was a little unsure of what to think of someone. Why, he hadn't a clue. It just seemed like the right thing to do.
"I'm bored, actually. Simple as that," he replied, surprised by his lack of formality, which was yet another habit that he adopted around people he didn't know, which would certainly make first place on his list."What about yourself? I assume that you're a daughter of Flora, Demeter or whatever, on a totally different topic? As you seem to be one of the only campers who care about the plants, no offense meant by the way." He added the last part hurriedly, the words rushing out at top speed as he had just realized that he'd insulted her, which wasn't good at all. He simply couldn't go around saying things like that, it just wouldn't do.
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Post by Symantha Meckosaly on Jun 4, 2011 17:40:00 GMT -7
As Sym continued to talk with the boy, she decided it would probably be best to not let him know she was deaf. The boy seemed smart enough to figure it out sometime. And if not...well, then Sym guessed that she would go as long as possible with seeming like she could hear him and other outside noises when she couldn't. She didn't mind, most people simply brushed it off after the shock when they realized that she could still fully function. Though she did miss music. She hadn't heard one note for nearly 10 years. Now that Sym thought about it, she was actually a bit surprised she hadn't gone insane yet from hearing internal silence.
The boy introduced himself as Artemis. Artemis....such a pretty name, but for a boy? But then again, Sym had to remember; she didn't exactly have a normal name. It sounded right to someone who said it, but the spelling was different. Sym was happy for her name though, her father had given it to her, and she wouldn't change it for the world. Because of this, Sym didn't mention anything about Artemis being a girl name to him, otherwise it might upset him. "You've got an awesome name." Sym said, smiling gently at Artemis and brushing her strands of hair that refused to stay tucked behind her ear. He held out his hand, which she took and gently shook. She felt like her hands were old and bony compared to his.
Sym frowned slightly when he said he was bored. "Being bored isn't fun. But guess it's your lucky day, my siblings say I have this odd thing where I can seem to unbore people. Quite useful actually, since a lot of people tend to be such lazy bones nowadays. Our generation says we're bored, but really we just have stuff to do and no motivation. But I don't think it's the case for you, you seem like you actually have motivation, but really nothing to do," Sym babbled. She quickly cut herself off when she realized she was rambling. "Sorry." she said, blushing slightly.
Artemis went on to talking about how she seemed to be a daughter of Demeter, but ended up rushing on the last part, making it somewhat difficult for Sym to read his lips. Despite it, she gave him a little smile that Sym generally made. "You're correct, I'm a daughter of Demeter. And don't worry, I'm nothing like my mother on the whole 'people need more wheat in their diet' thing. I don't believe I'm the only person to tend to the gardens. I believe the Dionysus kids do sometimes, and my siblings do every once in a while. I haven't been here in a bit to be honest," she told Artemis. "Just...do me a favor, and talk a bit slower, please?" Sym wasn't offended at all by what he said, she had completely disregarded it since she wasn't able to read it.
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Post by echoe on Jun 7, 2011 12:02:18 GMT -7
Artemis gave her a skeptical look, though he decided that it would be best not to argue about a single, light hearted comment, no matter how unlikely it was. It would depend on what the individual found to be fun to actually be 'unbored,' as Sym had said, though maybe he was the problem, being such a pessimist at his age. He would have to work on that, certianly.
Sym seemed nice enough, and genuinely so, though something about her seemed a little unusual, though not horribly so, just.. different. Perhaps it was his imagination; it was most likely to be nothing. Artemis was known at home for his knack for imagining things that weren't there, so it would probably something liie her smile being forced, though it looked genuine enough. Curious.
He waited surprisingly patiently for her to stop talking, though he was by no means annoyed. He was simply waiting for Sym to stop so that he couod reply. " Uhh.. okay. Well, anyway. You're right, of course. I guess I shouldn't be so stereotypical, as I'm not exactly a complete genius. That doesn't make literal sense, but you get the general idea, or I hope so anyway. I'm probably rambling as much as you now, so its alright."
Artemis truly hated to misuse perfectly good words, but he wasn't really in the mood to care at the moment anyway.
(Sorry, its a short fail post, but I'm revising for exams and all that boring stuff at the moment, so I'll probably be busy until the end of this week, sorry.)
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