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Post by Riven Dupont on Sept 21, 2010 2:52:17 GMT -7
Things had not gone on as planned for Riven. He had wanted to spend a full year at camp and that had managed a few weeks or so before receiving a rather frantic Iris message from his mother. His grandfather had gotten into an accident and the family was flying back to France. She had been so upset and had sounded so frantic that Riven hadn't found it in himself to deny her. He had had his bags packed within the hour and after writing a rushed note to his residence leader and Pontos he had rushed off.
Unfortunately his grandfather did not make it and the family ended up staying in France while his mother and step father tied up loose ends and provided emotional support to his newly widowed grandmother. Riven had refrained from saying anything while the old lady had babbled about her husband now being in haven with the angels. As far as he knew there was no such thing as angels in the Underworld. The only things with wings being the Furies. Thinking about it made Riven hope that his late grandfather would not come nose to nose with those. Still their trip to France had stretched and stretched and Riven was a little late in coming back to the Academy.
Once he was back though, Riven had thrown himself into his training. He had wasted enough time with mortal affairs. Riven only took breaks from his tight training regiment to eat and even that was done quickly. At the moment he was at the archery range, planning on polishing up his skills with his throwing knives. Riven hadn't expected total silence at the archery range but he hadn't expected to find a lover's spat there either. All that shouting and screaming quickly drew his attention to a couple standing smack in the middle of the archery range. At the sight, Riven felt his eyebrows draw together in a frown. Not only was this disrespectful it was also highly undignified.
"Are they the targets for today?" He voiced out loud. He wasn't talking to anyone in particular, but as he watched the train wreck in front of him, Riven felt the urge to say something.
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Post by Stefan Della Vega on Sept 30, 2010 5:00:06 GMT -7
Perfectly Tousled Hair?
Check.
Wicked grin and pearly whites?
Check.
Neatly pressed shirt made from the finest Egyptian cotton?
Check.
Jeans that emphasizes butt?
Check.
I’m awesome. Stefan gave his reflection a wink as he adjusted his collar, seemingly deciding that he looked great (as always) to do his usual hobby of scouting for another girl to flirt on later. He checked every facial angle, smirking a bit when he was satisfied with what he saw. Yes, he was arrogant. And yes, he was vain. Raised in the elite society, he was brought up with the learning that impressions leave lasting remarks. The reason why appearances can sometimes be everything. Was it wrong to care much about how you look like? Stefan didn’t think so. He thought that the only people who believe otherwise are just using that as an excuse because they don’t have what it takes to be good-looking enough.
Not like him.
Got it, he has.
Bom chicka wow wowwww.
Whistling to himself as he got out of the residence, Stefan walked out of the door with an almost panther-like grace, frowning a bit, however, when he saw the gathering storm. Father is in an especially good mood today, he mulled over, scratching his chin as he wondered what might have caused that. Rain is going to ruin my hair, though. The hair that he had taken ages to comb and fix just for that especially roguish look. He wrinkled his nose. No matter. Maybe if I get drenched, the shirt will cling to me and show off my abs. He grinned at that idea. If anyone would have taken a peek at his thoughts, he was pretty sure there’ll be a lot of eye-rolling. But so what? Stefan didn’t care. He knew they’re all just jealous.
Not that he knew the feeling.
He had never been jealous in his life. Ever. Jealousy requires longing, and since Stefan had pretty much been given everything he wanted, he had never had a reason to long for something.
So, yeah. Suck on that, peasants!
Life was good to him.
Walking towards the archery range, whistling to himself in a nonchalant manner, Stefan thought that it had been a very beautiful day at the Academy for him to waste indoors. Sure it was a bit gloomy, but Zeus kids thrive in the rain, don't they? Of course, there was the fact that he wanted to acquaint himself with some girls, as the last one he had been with had turned all freaky and clingy on him. Breaking up with her had been one huge drama, since she had seemed to have this idea of them being in a fairytale. He snorted. Stefan was no Prince Charming. Sure, he could win over any girl if he wants to, but he knew he could never give them their Ever After. The only make-believe character he was probably closest in comparison to was the Big Bad Wolf. Innocent Little Red Riding Hoods who can’t stand the heat should stay out of kitchen.
Stefan remembered quite vividly how hard she had brought her palm against his cheek when he had told her that the fun was over. And that was just it for him. Fun. He couldn’t understand why they’d have to go think otherwise when everything was just fine the way it was. Couldn’t they just be satisfied with what they had between them? He shrugged. Well, that’s that. There’s no use dwelling on the past. Only one way to go. Forward.
Allowing himself a seat and making himself comfortable in the stands, Stefan let his eyes roam lazily around the place, taking in the sight of the few students present in the area. A loud noise suddenly grabbed his attention and he turned his head to where the sound came from. He grinned slowly when he saw a girl from campus fall down and drop the shield and armors she was carrying. They fell with a clang. Sensing his chance, Stefan walked over to her and decided to play the gentleman. He hurriedly knelt down to pick her up and put the tiniest hint of concern in his voice. Up close, she was pretty. But then again, Stefan had his fair share of pretty girls. "Are you alright?" A little stare. A charming smile. "Here, let me help you with that."
She blushed.
Inwardly, he smirked.
It was on.
Muse: Neither here nor here.twist my nipples. Notes: His being "awesome" was inspired by that guy in Fired Up who thinks too much of himself.twist my nipples ; tag Vessie next
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Post by vesper on Jan 23, 2011 13:42:48 GMT -7
It didn’t matter what she did this days. From planting ideas to rare good deeds that she would make sure were never spoken about. Ever since that fateful accident involving a rabbit infestation that included not finger paint- but paw paints- all over the manse hall. Vesper found herself having frequent runs with that estranged bother –brother- of hers.
She wasn’t one to complain. She always had something dastardly entertaining to plan and it usually always ended with Scooby making a fool of himself and the fooled never took notice. The worst part was he actually took it as a show of affection from her part, and she hated the clinginess. But there was a pro: at least she was not at the receiving end of the repercussion speech.
But whenever she was around ‘him’. The ‘other’ bother. She always ended up doing something wrong. Wrong on her behalf, at least. Hell of repercussions! Hell all Relatives! She had been easily dared into dipping the rabbit’s foot into that paint, which would’ve cost her quite a bit if she hadn’t improvised and told the headmaster her (biological) brother was the culprit. The full accident looked like something Scooby would have accidently created himself anyway...
In the end everything resolved itself, she got out of it unblemished but double-crossed by her step brother. that stroke her ego pretty badly. Scooby on the other end, got all the blame and the manse hall got a make over.It looked pretty monotonous, anyway. At least now it was decorated...The only casualty was the rabbit. Too much paint seemed to intoxicate the poor creature to near death. Recovery was next on the list.
But Vesper couldn’t afford to take another chance around Stefan. Another cross on her record and you could say bye bye to hierarchy, the stool of power, her leadership status. She never really got close to anything. But this. This was something that eventually did grow on her. As much as she liked to burst she only hang on to it because she liked to be in charge. She was quite fond of her cabin... maybe minus a few individuals ( Scooby ).
All her deals were starting to become sketchy, her love for making a chaotic mess was slowly decreasing, and the only sources behind it was this insufferable little boy with too much hormones running wild, prancing around the academy like he was the attention of the world and had everybody wrapped around her fingers . Joy. That was supposed to be HER!
Shaking her thoughts back to the present. Vesper tugged on her crossbow lazily, just scrutinizing the object in her hold. You could say by the way she was inspecting the less then curious object, that she definitely had it there just for show. In truth she had only chosen the selected object because between the bow n arrow and it. She had felt, it was the one that would ask the least of her efforts. Why was she here again? If she wanted to vent oon someone she usually just used a punching bag-Scooby- or just highlight that name on her creig list...
She really didn’t get what was it with boys and their toys when all around her there was such a commotion to get the best weapons. Wrestling out of the way, through her rabid fellow classmates she looked absolutely wretched after she got out of the crowd. and everybody's attention was diverted at a match down on the ground.Seriously, what was with guys and toys. And fighting for toys...
Before she could make some snide remark at some student who just shoved her around to go and cheer for his peer. She was met with a sight that made her eyes roll almost a 360.And Look wat the cat brought in. Of course, he was doing his usual display ‘Alla Casanova’ with the next random girl he laid his eyes upon.Typical.
And she had to have the pleasure, of been in the presence of the smug bastard in the flash. With his shirt looking like it’s never been wrinkled even when it was starting t pour like there was no tomorrow; his shirt had never been anything less than perfectly pressed, never had a hair out of place his whole f*cking life. Which almost just made her eyes roll out of it's sockets.
He was clearly doing his usual business. Looking around for his next best ‘acquisition’, you could call it.Vesper crossed her arms and her feet dragged her feet close behind ‘her annoyance in the flash’. It pained her to say but she enjoyed their little games. Especially when there was nothing better to do. Unless betting against who might loose the more teeth. She looked behind at the crowed. Thoughtfully. She shook her head mentally.Nah.
Watching two hollow heads loosing teeth. Old school. Scooby could loose five at once if she asked him to anyway. She was going to play with Stefan’s little game until she found a cheat code or a way out for a better one . Either way she figured her short term future wasn’t going to be much fun. Unless the choice straight across from her.. She crossed her arms over her chest.
“I don’t suppose you’re here to shop for a new set shiny toys?” she inquired from his shoulder, prodding her presence without saying anylick my nostrils, that would seem like she actually regarded him as a somebody “…but, I think blondie over there would fit the bill much better don’t you think ? Innocent and naïve more of your type?”She said nodding to the girl who just fell, “you know the drill, Stefan” a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, “go get her tiger” She smirked as the girl was in total rapture.
Naïve.
From behind her she heard something of a grunt and barely caught on the words. But for what she heard, she could have not voiced it better herself… Moving targets. It was not a bad idea at all. Especially when you want to get rid of an eye sore. She gave the speaker a passing glance, “ …now wouldn't that be a dare” she mused, recognising him as one of them Hades. Sporting a genuine look of disgust, that she couldn't have agreed to more.
She only new him by glance and never spoke to him. Then again she had been told speaking with him wouldn’t be one of the options. Unless you liked to hear the sound of your voice. Hades. She thought. All the same inside and out…have their heads stuck up their arse. Speaking of arse-nal, she looked down at her crossbow, peeking her head around checking if she had the clear.Fortunately, the occupants of the large archery area were too engrossed in the current fight and least cared about anyone about to target Della Vega. Even the teacher seemed to be partaking...
"Time to put to the test, how useful this things really are " she mused and elevated the crossbow to eye level centring the target. Soliciting she addressed the nameless Hades again “Didn’t think Hades kids liked moving targets, usually your all pro: rigid and lifeless”
She squinted her eyes, finally finding her centre, while imagining an invisible apple and pulsed at the mechanism of the crossbow, shooting the arrow where she hoped it would land. Her lips curled up just at the corners, altogether too smug to be a smile.
count:1120 muse: rocky notes; lameeee, I know! You'd think after been dormant for so long I would actually come out with a decent post, blah.
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Post by novembermason on Jan 23, 2011 14:55:27 GMT -7
f*cking molasses, thought November Mason, daughter of Nyx, as she walked through camp. God, I hate daytime, why am I even awake? The reason she was even awake was, of course, that no other students were up when she was, and even November got lonely. Her mother hadn’t been visiting her dreams lately (out-of-universe, again), and Than was too busy with all his teacherly duties and such to spend one-on-one time with his little sister. So here November was, in the middle of the day, slow of mind and body, trying to make friends. If only someone else was a night student; she was a whole lot better when the sun was down. A nocturnal kind of girl. But with the sun high, like it was now (even though no one could see it), she couldn’t even shadow-travel. Gah. She caught sight of herself in a window as she passed; the blue streaks in her hair would need to be redone. Yeah. In her copious spare time. She still had that essay due for Biology and then that short story for English and that worksheet for math and the fact sheet for history and…urgh. She’d get it all done, eventually, just…later. As in, not now. Technically, if she didn’t want to get busted for violating her curfew by some teacher, she should be doing all that, plus the blue streaks. But no way was she doing her homework or her hair while her brain was in snail mode. The last time she’d trying doing schoolwork in the daytime she’d gotten instructions to re-do it, at night this time, and a stern admonition not to do that again, Miss Mason, or she would find herself looking at an F. Etcetera and so forth. November wasn’t actually paying attention to where she was going, and blinked, mildly surprised, when she registered that she’d arrived at the archery range. There was Vesper Vane, who was very hot and very out of her league, and that guy behind her was…what was his name? November took slow, absent-minded steps forward as she tried to remember. Lessee…Timothy? Nah. Tom? Un-unh. Demitrius? Mmmm…nope. Alexander? Close, but no cylindrical smoking thing. Maybe…Matthias? Yeah, that was i— November made an embarrassing noise halfway between a yelp and a shriek as she tripped over a boy who had crouched down to help a girl who’d dropped her armor, sending them both sprawling into the dirt. “Crap,” said November, sitting up slowly and brushing her hair out of her face. “Sorry. Not paying attention.”
words: 443 muse: Beware the Touch by Hannah Fury
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Post by jacen on Jan 24, 2011 11:49:53 GMT -7
Jacen was lithe, fast, good with a Huthvir, and powerful. Somewhere, deep inside of him, he knew that. Yet somehow, ranged weapons, be it and arrow, a throwing knife, or a needle, he couldn't deal with.
Even a basketball asked for too much; he simply lacked hand-eye coordination with anything but a sword, which was rather easy to see, generally.
And while he was lazy, and while he could be in bed, he had dragged himself out to this rather chilly lot to try and practice. The last time he'd practiced, things hadn't gone so well; he'd put a hole in the door, a hole in a wall, and not a hole on the target.
He assumed it was upper-body strength, or something; he'd read about shooting a bow, and apparently, when its done right, one shoots from the back. Whatever that meant.
Maybe his back muscles were weak, maybe his brain was incapable of it, maybe Apollo had a grudge or something, but Jacen at least wanted to try.
He took a knife, first, to throw, and walked from the armory-section to the open fields, where people had already set up their weapons.
He saw a rather good-looking, but snobby-looking, kid flirting with a girl. He saw one sleepy-looking girl, one he'd definitely seen before, but couldn't remember the name at the moment, trip over another boy....
Damn; what had he been doing for the past four months? He'd been here for a while, yet other than Jesse and Cami, he knew no one!
He threw a knife at the target, and nearly hit the one nixt door, were an Apollo was masterfully planting arrows straight into it. Apologizing, he moved onto archery, and failed euqally.
He sighed.
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Post by Stefan Della Vega on Jan 27, 2011 10:50:14 GMT -7
The moment the girl fluttered her eyelashes at him, Stefan knew that by the end of the conversation, he'd have her on a date tonight. She definitely was pretty enough for his taste. Golden blond and blue-eyed with just the tiniest hint of coyness, she looked like the carefree sort. An Aphrodite kid most likely. He schooled his features, giving only a small half-smile while inwardly, he was widely grinning, waiting for the perfect moment to cast his net and pull her in.
He was just about to ask for her name when suddenly, out of nowhere, his Eris stepsister, Vesper Vane, appeared. Cunning and manipulative, Vesper could pass as a female Stefan Della Vega. Except, as much as Stefan loved himself, Vesper hated his guts. Maybe it had to do a lot with his flirting with her all the time. Maybe it had to do a lot with his flirting. Period. Who knows? The fact was that his stepsister was at the top of the list of the very few who was able to see through him and resist his charms.
Raising a dark eyebrow at her, he was surprised to see that she was all alone and not with her usual entourage of a trailing crazy half-brother, Scooby Drew, and flanked by two burly sumo-wrestler bodyguards named Crabbe and Goyle. Yes, she named her minions after those Slytherin dumbasses in that wizard book. He gave his stepsister a look, telling her to be quiet without words while he is trying to reel in the girl he was checking out. Giving the Aphrodite girl a small apologetic smile for the interruption Vesper had caused, he handed her the shield that she had dropped. When she looked away as if shy of his stare, he didn't missed that opportunity to check out her chest. Nice... he grinned. When she looked back up to say her thank you, Stefan quickly arranged his features back to a sympathetic one and said that it was nothing. He added that it was always a pleasure to help pretty girls such as her. He saw her blush and knew without a doubt that his flattery worked. If he plays his cards just right, another hour with her and they'd be found in one of the school's dark broom closets. Stefan felt like giving himself a pat on the back.
He took her hand, trying to help her up, and was about to stand himself when something hard hit him on the side, toppling him and sending him sprawling on the ground. A little dazed, it took a moment for him to register what had just happened and a second more to realize that his very expensive clothes were now covered in dirt. Add to that the humiliation in front of his prospective make-out buddy.
sh*t!
Slowly standing up, his rage rising uncontrollably, Stefan dusted himself. The muscles in his jaw were clenched tight and one could almost feel the air spark with electricity from the palpable tension. Normally, he was slow to anger and his temper was easily reined, but the fact that quite a few students were present in the arena as he, STEFAN DELLA VEGA, was shamed by the likes of this...this clumsy commoner was enough to bring out his worst.
And usually, when that happens, things could get pretty ugly.
Most of the time it ends with one being fried. That one being not Stefan. However, as he still didn't want to lose his chance with the Aphrodite girl, he struggled not to lash out at the bumbling fool who was either stupid enough or insane to not watch their way with him around. His hand glowing, he summoned an energy ball and threw it somewhere. It landed about a meter in front of a Titan boy where it loudly exploded on the ground, sending dust particles flying everywhere. But Stefan didn't even turn his head nor did he care about where it blasted. All he was concerned about was that it made him feel a little better letting that out.
"Watch where you're going," he whispered lowly, the words almost a hiss. "Or next time, I won't be so forgiving."
Notes:spank me hard November!spank me hard Jacen! Welcome to the thread. ;D Stefan is one of my arrogant characters. Don't mind him.
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Post by novembermason on Jan 27, 2011 11:12:47 GMT -7
It took November a few seconds to realize the boy had been threatening her with that fireball or whatever it had been. The air seemed electrically charged—oh, of course. A son of Zeus. Named Steven or something. Whatever. Not like her mom couldn’t beat the sky god with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back.
November got up and dusted herself off. Her right hand stung a little; she’d scraped it when she’d fallen, but it would be all healed up by nightfall. Ugh. At least the pain had sped her up from the pace of a snail.
Sweet grandmother chaos, she needed a nap. Damned insomnia. Or soda. Maybe coffee. Something with caffeine in it. Hell, a lightning shock from Steven or whatever his name was would have woken her up a bit. Pity he’d hit the ground in front of that kid, what was his name, Jacen. A son of Eurybia? Yep, she was pretty sure that was it.
“Pretty impressive for a guy,” she said, yawning. “But.” November smiled and took a step forward, one hand resting on the hilt of her knife, index finger tapping absentmindedly. She almost wanted Than to catch them out at this, let Steven-or-whatever-his-name-was see who he was dealing with. “There are consequences that’d come with frying me, pretty boy. Not least the fact that if the sun wasn’t up I could kick your scrawny, ugly little behind to Olympus and back.”
Now, of course, that was no sure bet, but she was being snarky, wasn’t she? And, “where two or three snark in my name, there am I”. Momos would look after her if Steven (or-whatever—well, you know the drill) got offended and decided to actually roast her. That’d be fun to watch. “So, Steve, or whatever your name is, how ‘bout we call it even, you go back to flirting with Blondie over there—hi, honey, he doesn’t deserve you—and I go get myself something with caffeine in it?”
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Post by jacen on Jan 27, 2011 12:30:46 GMT -7
Midway through firing an arrow at a target, knowing he would fail catastrophically, an energy ball exploded a meter to his left. He dropped the bow, and rolled to his right, going instinctively into battle mode.
He'd long since been told by demigods and demititans that could read minds that he had post-traumatic stress syndrome, from his not-so-luxury vacation on Mt. Orthys a year ago. All he knew for sure was that, when surprised, he launched straight into a fight.
Now, he raised his arms, and the wind went mad, throwing arrows and projectiles wide as a gale rushed at the person who'd thrown the energy ball at him.
His powers, which had been so tightly reined in ever since Pontos had resigned, were going mad now, and his water power began to unfold, making it rain from the moisture in the air.
While the effort tired him, he was mostly buzzing off of an energy he hadn't experienced in weeks, and loving it. He knew, somewhere deep down, that what he was doing was dangerous, and that the winds had to come from somewhere, and that he was most likely pissing off Aeolus, who was already mad to begin with.
All this was dropped when compared to the power he felt running through him, and the sheer force of it added to his strength, equaling a wind strong enough to put a man on his knees.
And just like that, he stopped, coming out of his trance. The wind, which had blown arrows every which way like tenpins, calmed, and the pounding rain, though there was no clouds, stopped, too.
With his buzz gone, he felt dizzy and a bit weak, and as soon as he tried to take a step, he sagged. Sitting down on an armory table he began to drink a cup of water from the Gatorade container set there by some helpful, likely experienced archer.
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Post by vesper on Jan 28, 2011 2:17:38 GMT -7
"And… Bullz-eye. " her cheeks flexed as she pursed her lips into that undying, annoyingly-antagonising smirk that people could tell something was going down. Down her way. Everybody knew she liked the lime light. But in all reality she was a behind the scenes working girl, all the way. If any of the bystanders would have seen her face contort from bored to amused. Instead directing their full attention to the two people mud-covered on the ground. They would have seen that instant change in her eyes. The gleam that now was obscuring those grey flaked green orbs, down right to a tinge of evil as everything was turning into what she liked to call sunday afternoon entertainment after you change channel from the soap operas that always likes threatening you with boredom and that bile ready to come out for the unbelievable cheesiness of it all.
The arrow she had launched, landed itself in between a pair of feet that had quit a reputation for been deliberately clumsy in the day. Nothing short of her luck. Vesper been Vesper found the situation comical as it was perfectly convenient for the opportunity to stain that blazingly white shirt of his, that annoyingly Stefan had managed not to already. Surprising to Vesper, she had to intervene to make the daughter of Nyx trip on her two. Usually it took just a few steps and she always landed on the floor from the thew times she had seen her in the hallways of the academy. Definitely should never wear heels in the morning, is all vesper had advised the klutz. If her feet faltered every step like that. Imagine the double dose of bruise she would gain with a pair of heels. Nasty.Not nastier then the maroon colour that now stained Stefan's perfectly white shirt thought. After the arrow landing that made Nyx-girl topple over him . Leaving one angry tainted-muddy son of zeus looking like a popper next to the" commoner" as he had just spat out . Unfortunate-really, for the daughter of Nyx, who was really just a a mistaken assaulter in all this.
Vesper stood there for a moment admiring her andy work and silently complimenting her archery skills. She should have been a cherub! -if the job didn't entitle brining two pieces together to make a nice pumping heart-Part of it was the wise and amazing advice she had received from Edith, one of artemis's hunters. Yet she was sure, the huntress wouldn't be too pleased, with the sort of thing she was using her improved skills with. In fact better not let anybody find out. Otherwise, she was next to be bolted with a nasty thunder crack, as one almost dangerously hit one of the demi-titan kids. Slightly turning her head to the side remembering the Hades guy she brought a finger to her mouth in a hushing motion, hoping he would keep his mouth shout about her interfering, while the fight lasted.
Wasn't it great to know how her step brother ticked? one stained t-shirt and kaboom, he turned like a menic on the dance floor. That small little arrow had escalated the whole situation to the point of fight. As the air around them was slightly channeling into a small storm, it suddenly all stopped. and so did the smirk on her face. Everything now was going aloof. Apparently the dem-ititan was growing awareness and her little arrow went to waste. One of her eyebrows perked up, why did he stop she wined to her self. grinding her left foot the ground to stop herself from launching inanimate objects at the kid.Vesper was sure that if he didn’t budge under the pressure of arrow point, he’d certainly budge after what she could put into that head of his.. But change of plans. " Tempah Stefan! I Think you just scarred ridding hood off into the woods. Bad fishing day for you today" she left the last sentence hagging with a click of her tongue. "Lost your touch" She wasn't one to leash out, she usually somehow had people leash out for her. making herself a target. But she sure as hell was not going to jeopardise the chaos that little arrow could have made and go though the day without some sort of amusement.
count: 754 notes: Okay the logistics in this thread are messed up.i put curlers on my pubes Beetle juice is on tonight ~! Yaix!
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Post by alexa on Jan 28, 2011 12:33:50 GMT -7
Alexa made her way down to the dining pavilion, skipping along as she normally did, she came across something peculiar looking and bent down to pick it up. Looking around to make sure no one else was near, she looked back at it and smiled. She dusted it off quickly and she found that it was a nice looking ring. She put it into her pocket and went on her way into the dining hall. There was nothing more satisfying then eating something great and nutritious early in the morning. Alexa thought back to the time when she had first arrived here at the camp, it was a wonder how she had even survived the first few weeks, but she did. During that time though she didn't make a ton of friends, and those that she had were now out of the school and camp. She sighed and took a seat near the window. She sprinkled some sugar on her grapefruit and smiled as she felt the suns warm rays hitting her face. Alexa started to eat, then she heard the bustle of the other students getting up and coming in. She noticed that some of her mates were looking at her weirdly. She just rolled her eyes and stood up. "Look, if you guys are gonna keep giving me looks then just talk to me instead of whispering among yourselves. It's kinda annoying when your the brunt of a joke that you want to hear right?" She continued to eat her grapefruit. " Oh and another thing, I don't appreciate the staring..its umm creepy." Tags:everyone Words:honestly forgot to count Clothing :http://www.angryyoungandpoor.com/store/pc/viewPrd.asp?idproduct=180408&idcategory=317
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Post by Jacob Orion on Jan 28, 2011 16:45:34 GMT -7
"Where to run? Where to run?" were the only thoughts echoing in Orion's mind as he bolted out of the Aphrodite House with various articles of clothing stuffed in his pockets, or in the bra he had some how managed to strap on to his chest. There was nothing like a daylight raid on the Aphrodite House to get the blood pumping, except for maybe a raid on the Ares House, but then again that was usually a rather stupid thing to do. The Ares House rarely had anything of value to anyone, but the other member of the Ares House. So it was rather pointless to risk one's life in a raid if there was no profit in it. He could hear the girl's enraged screams, and was fairly certain he saw a pair of heels or two come flying in his general direction, he sent a small thank you prayer to Apollo that Aphrodite girls were usually rubbish shots. "Ah! The archery range! No one ever expects a thief to hide out in the archery range...except of course for those that do...never mind that now, make with the running Orion, if you get caught...well let's not think about that,"Orion was almost giggling to himself as he rounded corners at breakneck speed, careful not to lose any of his...booty. He down right laughed at that thought and bounded across the open terrain to the shooters line, maybe there would be a chance they'd mistake him for a practice dummy...on second thought that wasn't a very pleasant thought after all. Noticing, almost at the last second, three rather attractive and imposing looking fellows, one of which he seemed to recall seeing somewhere before, but he wasn't quite sure where, along with several pretty girls. He skid to a stop, almost toppling over, as he realized who the boy was, Stefan something-or-other, that bit wasn't important, what was important was that he was a Zeus kid... "This isn't what it looks like," Orion blurted out, then looking at the bra he was wearing over his shirt and jacket, stuffed full of clothing and other items, he grinned sheepishly confessing, "Ok, it's exactly what it looks like, but that's no reason to turn me into a kabob or anything. You know me, sticky fingers, light on my feet, the O-mazing Orion and all that, Oh Stefan my man, I believe these are yours," Orion reached inside the bra and tossed Stefan a pair of boxers. "It's best not to ask where I found them, just that it wasn't in your house or mine...you know how it is, questions lead to questions and all that don't ya know...methinks I hear the clatter of Pradaed feet, time to go, cheers boyos," With that he was off again running and laughing like a maniac, he hadn't had this much fun in years. Word Count: 507 (raw) Muse: recycled Notes: can anyone say a drive by Orion-ing...or somethingtwist my nipples
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Post by Stefan Della Vega on Jan 29, 2011 9:14:02 GMT -7
It was a very good thing that Stefan was not able to read what was going on inside that clumsy oaf's brain at that moment. Would he have, he might have laughed his head off and ruin further his composure. If Nyx was indeed more powerful than his father, she would have long ago been the ruler. How come she wasn't able to take the crown away? Oh yeah, that's right! Because she couldn't. As much as Nyx has her minions, Zeus still is the Chieftain of the gods and therefore, all answer to him.
Besides, if ever there was going to be a fight, it was going to be between them, not between their parents. Did she really think that she can just summon the Immortals like animals just like that? The gods have more important things to do than cater to their kids' whims. Also, they have a lot of children. Tending to them would be a full time job--- something that they can't do while they have their respective jobs for the entire world to go on.
Stefan raised an eyebrow at the girl, letting his eyes rake over her as if he was wondering who this peasant was who had the balls to talk back to him. He tried to search her face for some sort of recognition, but he got nothing. She didnt ring a bell, and he gathered she must be one of those nameless faces in school not worthy to be looked over twice. She's not even pretty.
Curbing the urge to yawn in her face, he heard her snide remarks and almost let out a smile. "But the sun is up now, isnt it?" He drawled. "Don't be making threats you can't keep."
And then suddenly, then it started raining and the wind howled like crazy. Stefan realized that it was blowing towards him, trying to bring him down to his knees. Tough luck on that. His father is a cloud gatherer and rainmaker. Stefan was immune to storms.
As he saw arrows and projectiles flew towards him, Stefan didnt even budge from his standpoint as bolt after bolt after bolt of quick lighting fell from the sky and zap the projectiles, incinerating them into ashes before they could hit him. As the wind settled, it went away just as fast as it had came. And then finally there was one last arrow left. The last arrow heading to him he managed to catch midair when it was but an inch away from his face.
Turning back to the nameless girl, he crumpled the arrow's wooden length, breaking it into two with one hand, and dropped it to the muddy ground where he stepped on the pieces. He didn't even care to turn around and face who had caused all the ruckus.
"Anything else you want to add?" he drawled in a bored manner, hair and clothes dripping wet from the rain, but his eyes didn't lose that dangerous glint. He turned to the blond girl he was talking to earlier, offered his arm and signalled for them to go since the arena was getting crowded and boring. He came here to check out some chicks and he saw one. He was leaving with her. When she took his arm, Stefan threw Vesper an arrogant smirk. Lost his touch? She must be out of her mind.
Just as they were about to go, he saw that Hermes kid who was rumored to have had eaten a flower from the Lotus hotel run around the place in a skirt and bra. He scanned his mind for a name. Orion, yeah that was it! The Hermes boy handed him a pair of boxers and started to chat nonchalantly about where he had found it. Instead of being insulted or worried that it might turn off the Aphrodite girl he was with though, Stefan grinned widely. He must have left them again from that other girl's cabin during his last night's rendezvous.
Nodding his thanks, he returned his attention back to the girl beside him. She didnt look the least bothered with the events. On the contrary, she was just giving his wet shirt that clung to his body sly side glances. He could almost see the cogs turning in her brain and he grinned lazily at that.
"Shall we?"
She gave him a bright smile and they walked away together.
Notes: Too many people.twist my nipples. It's too confusing.
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Post by novembermason on Jan 29, 2011 9:31:17 GMT -7
“Nope,” said November, “Moon’s down right now.”
She was about to say more when the wind kicked up. She raised a hand to shield her eyes from the flying dust.
November was soaked to the skin in seconds. Gah. The wind was fairly strong, but November braced herself against it, locking her knees. No way was she falling over in front of this prick.
Showoff, she thought as lightning struck the ground, incinerating the arrows Jacen was randomly firing. Poor kid.
“Anything else you’d like to add?” asked the son of Zeus as the storm died out, catching the last of the arrows and snapping it in two with his bare hands.
“Only that you can go away now, Steve or whatever your name is,” said November. “I’ve got better things to do. Enjoy yourself.” She turned away—risky, she knew—and pulled the vial of honey out of her pocket. There wasn’t a lot left, but one drop should be enough to wake her up some more. She knocked some back.
Ahhhh…much better. November rolled her head from side to side, cracking her neck. Okay. She was soaking wet, but that would dry, and she was kind of hungry now--
You should really get some sleep, little one, said a dry voice inside her head, tinged with irony, sarcasm, and mockery.
“Oh, I don’t hear from anyone but Than for months, and when you finally talk to me it’s to tell me to go to bed?” said November. “Thanks, Momos.”
NOTES: enemies? *evil laughter*
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Post by jacen on Jan 29, 2011 10:09:51 GMT -7
This kid was really pissing him off; he'd nearly passedo ut after his effort with the storm, but what did he get? A wave-off from some snotty Zeus kid. Could Zeus control the oceans? No, he didn't think so!
He doubted the kid could even really fight, with a sword, at least. The sidelong glances he'd spotted from the blonde next to him had given Jacen a good idea of what they might be doing now, and how god the Zeus kid was at it.
"Yeah, that's it," he said lamely to the dude's back, but he was already gone. Looking around, Jacen eyed the wet ground, and the damaged dummies he'd caused.
Pontos would have understood, but Apollo would kill him for the broken archery range. No matter, it would only be one of many altercations he would likely have with the god; usually, Jacen had a high degree of respect for the gods, but a god who was skilled in everything Jacen wasn't (archery, singing, poetry, seeing the future), highlighted his mortality, and rubbed him the wrong way.
He didn't like Apollo.
He spotted a girl, drenched from his rainstorm, and walked over, his mind whirring. He always did this; thought out theoretical and cray ways to use his powers, that an enemy would never expect, but that he'd probably never use.
Technically, since he could control water, he could control moisture...
Waving a hand, he was pleased to see that droplets flew out every which way, flying off of her skin, her clothes, and her hair. Then, he dropped them, leaving a ring of wet sand under her, but her completely dry.
Jacen held out a hand.
"Hi, I'm Jacen, son of Eurybia."
Words: 306 Music: Behind Those Eyes by 3 Doors Down
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Post by novembermason on Jan 29, 2011 10:46:37 GMT -7
The boy who’d started the miniature storm walked up to her and waved his hand. November blinked as she was suddenly dry. “Hi,” he said. “I’m Jacen, son of Eurybia.” “November Mason,” replied November, shaking his hand. “Daughter of Nyx. That was pretty cool, so thanks. And no offense, but what’s with the storm? Isn’t that overreacting a little, or did I miss a memo?” If she wasn’t much mistaken, Apollo would be real pissed about the messed-up archery range, and no one else looked real happy about it either. Especially since everyone but her and Jacen was now wet to the bone. Wet demigods were about as happy as wet cats, unless they were children of water deities. Which—she scanned the present kids—no one here was. Oh, boy. You know, said Momos speculatively, He is rather handsome. For a son of Eurybia, that is. He snickered unpleasantly. “Get out of my head, big brother,” said November, rolling her eyes. “Don’t you have to go help inspire Jon Stewart or something?” And besides, you know I like Alexa. I only said that— “Get out!” Okay, okay, fine, you’re no fun, little sister. Momos went, and the slight, almost imperceptible pressure behind November’s eyes vanished. She let out a sigh and rubbed her eyes with the heals of her hands. Why they couldn’t just talk to her like a normal family… “Sorry about that. Dysfunctional family, yadda yadda. Momos in particular is a pain in the ass, like big brothers everywhere. Anything in particular you wanna say, or did you just come over to get rid of the water? Oh, and Apollo’s gonna kill you. Just saying.”
WORDS: 304 NOTES: you were talking to November, right? xD
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Post by jacen on Jan 29, 2011 12:40:55 GMT -7
OOC: Yep!
IC: Jacen smiled; the 'dysfunctional family' was so completely normal, that it made him almost nostalgic. He'd had a family, once. Before his dad had gone missing, they'd been close, closer than Momos and November evidently were.
"Hmm.... Momos.... god of sarcasm? A daimon I pay constant tribute to, actually. I'm very self-depricating, especially mentally.... Nyx, huh? What are the powers that come with that? You must have a lot of half siblings!"
It dawned on him that he was showing off his knowledge again. "Sorry, I'm bragging again; I was interested in Greek mythology even before I knew I was a demigod."
He didn't add that it had been his father, probably from Eurybia's influence, that had spawned and nurtured this interest, and that, now that his father was gone, it had grown far beyond anything his father had possessed.
Jacen glanced around at the other demigods. He already felt a bit dizzy, but he didn't want to make enemies by only drying one person, especially a girl. That would make rumors.
He focused, his brow creasing over closed eyes, and the water flew out of the people's clothes. His vision went green when he opened his eyes, but otherwise, he was fine.
"You didn't get the memo? Today's international overreact-and-destroy day."
Hm. Sarcasm didn't help with first impressions. He tried again.
"Yeah, I probably overreacted. Its just that... well, frankly, I'm a bit jumpy. Especially with explosions and attacks... It's a long story. And Apollo can make another archery range in the blink of an eye... but seeing how lazy he is, he probably won't."
This comment stemmed not from badassery, but more of a frustration of gods being angry at him for such little things.
Words: 315
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Post by novembermason on Jan 29, 2011 13:06:07 GMT -7
“Tell me about it,” said November. “I need a cheat sheet to keep track of everybody. And they can’t spend five minutes in each other’s company without getting into a fight. Which are actually pretty epic to watch, right up until the point where you get hit by a flying ball of antimatter. That leaves marks.”
November rubbed the small pattern of black dots on her right arm; that was a result of Hypnos and Philotes (affectionately called Lottie and sometimes Charlotte) having gotten into a fight about how best to tweak the atoms in a red dwarf. The antimatter had splashed off the wall next to her. On the bright side, that had ended the red dwarf fight. However, it had started another one about exactly whose fault it was their baby sister had almost gotten killed. Which had taken almost twice as long as the original argument and resulted in the almost total destruction of their hall on Olympus. (Which was later fixed, but that wasn’t the point.) Lucky for everyone that Pasithea had been there to break it up. (Pasithea wasn’t technically related to November; she was married to Hypnos, but she was pretty cool and an excellent diplomat, a must for anyone who spent any time at all with November’s family.)
“Sorry,” said Jacen. “I’m bragging again; I was interested in Greek mythology even before I knew I was a demigod.”
“Hey, no problem,” said November, shrugging. “Hardly anyone else knows who my mom is. Except that prick Steve, and he doesn’t count.” She snickered. “Apparently. Andspank me hard, I don’t blame you. I’m probably one of the only people here who wouldn’t be fazed by a ball of lightning. And meh. If Apollo doesn’t, Seph will.”
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Post by alexa on Jan 29, 2011 14:52:52 GMT -7
Alexa eyes fell upon Jacen and November talking. What was this she felt inside? Jealousy possibly? Alexa had only met November a few times. But that didn't stop her from feeling like she should've been the only one who had her interest. She knew that November had a crush on her, it wasn't a secret at all. Jacen was really trying his luck if he thought that he was going to win November over just like that. Alexa walked over to the two of them. "Greek Mythology is pretty interesting, but please, don't stop talking, its easy to get into it and get lost, I know how you feel." She said trying to act all nice. Deep down inside she didn't feel like being nice, she felt like hitting this guy for destroying her only peace and quiet place that she had come to love and yearn for each night. "Hey November, how you doing?" she asked giving the girl a slight hug. She knew she was being b*tchy, but she had to remind November that she was there, didn't she?
"I know you probably don't know who I am Jacen, but I am Alexa, Daughter of Athena. While it may be easy for Apollo to rebuild this in like a blink of an eye, I actually used this to prepare me up for battle, if we ever came that far in my lifespan. Which by the sounds of it, we might. Now, I don't know how old you are, but I suggest you clean this sight up before I report it to the higher authorities." Alexa brushed back her hair out of her eyes. Yes she looked great before Jacen's little storm, but now she looked horrendous and she needed a blow dryer immediately, if not new clothing on top of that.
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Post by jacen on Jan 30, 2011 3:23:36 GMT -7
Ugh; it wasn't like he could help it! PTSS was a serious condition, and an involuntary one. If he could stop freaking out every time someone threw an explosion his way, he would.
Even normal people jumped when a freaking ball of thunder almost hits you!
He sighed. Once upon a time, it would've been nigh on impossible to get Jacen this worked up, but he hadn't seen Jesse in a while, and he was not a morning person.
He made a mental note to find Jesse, maybe talk to him... or more. For now, introductions, if fake ones. If she was gonna play it b*tchy...
"Hello, Alexa!" he said brightly, grinning. "I'm Jacen, son of Eurybia, but you already knew that, I s'pose... eavesdropping, were you? I do that too often..."
He grinned again, smiling with fake cheer, and held out a hand to shake. Daughter of Athena, was she? He didn't much understand Athena's children; they were smart, but so was Jacen, and he had other powers.
Still, he did fee guilty about the archery range; while he didn't much like it, that was no excuse to destroy it for others. A few of the targets were still standing, the ones that had been farthest away from the tempest.
He walked to the table he'd gotten the Gatorade from, and grabbed some thick paper targets.
"Don't shoot!" he yelled, laughing a bit; all of the people there were still so confused and angry, none of them had picked up their bows.
He walked behind the low barrier, setting up fallen targets. He didn't dare dry them; he would faint before he got to the second one. The sun was shining, though, so they should dry normally soon enough.
In the next twenty minutes, the targets were set up. He then began on cleaning up the shattered arrow shafts, and he even tried to clean up the scorch mark from the Jerk's thunderbolt.
A half hour later, he walked back, smiling for real this time.
"Better, Alexa?"
Words: 368
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Post by Persephone on Jan 31, 2011 4:14:50 GMT -7
Worried and pissed off where the two words that would best describe Persephone these past few weeks. Indeed she alternated between the two and there was rarely a smile on her face these days as she taught her classes and made sure that everything on the Academy grounds was in order. She was already known to the student body to be a prickly one, but since her mood had taken a plunge everyone knew to get out of her way. These days, with Pontos having taken his leave and Apollo as acting Headmaster, Persephone was acting more and more like she did during her winters in the Underworld. Colder and more distant, Odysseus hadn't called her the Iron Queen for nothing and now she was stalking the halls of the Academy, dispensing detentions when needed.
It was not only the big quest and the reasons behind it that had Persephone on the edge but Hades was around. She had no idea why her husband would pop in and out and she would never think to inquire but she didn't like it. Persephone had taken this 'job' to take her mind of Hades and the long months she had to spend with him...she didn't need to feel his presence on the edge of her consciousness every so often. It made her feel as if she was back in the Underworld not not up here where sunshine ruled. It was not a reminder that she wanted but it also irked her that she was curious as to what he was doing here from time to time Probably to see his children, she thought. There was trouble brewing down below and he needed to keep in contact with them. Or perhaps he had found another mistress..she wouldn't put it pass him...Even at a time like this. Persephone clenched her jaw, annoyed that such a thought would cause her so much bitterness. So when she felt that..'disturbance' it was almost like a relief.
Someone was using their powers on campus. Oh...not another god, this burst was never as powerful as that but as she turned more of her attention on it, Persephone realized that this was not being done at the arena. Detention....She smiled like a shark would when it sensed blood in the water. In a flash she was there, at the archery range, her dark eyes taking in everything. She had been around for long enough to know that someone had cleaned up..and when someone had to do that a mess had happened.
"Stay." That simple word was directed to Stefan, she paid no attention to the girl that her...so called half brother was with. In fact she didn't even look in his direction. All that was important was that she had issued an order and it was expected to be obeyed. Her gaze was instead fixed on a certain trio and she walked, a clipboard appeared in Persephone's hand.
"Certainly it's not good enough for me." She said in greeting, flashing the three a tight little smile. "It is a simple rule. All displays of power are to be confined in the arena." Persephone stressed that last word. "If it is going to happen anywhere else, then one of the staff will be on hand to see that nothing gets out of control, school property does not get vandalized and you do not get carried away in showing off." Once again that last bit was stressed. This was a school for heroes and not petty showboats.
"Stefano Caleb Della Vega" Good Zeus..what a mouthful. "Two weeks of harpy cleaning." She paused. "All of them. I expect them all to be squeaky clean by the end of your punishment." He seemed to think himself a playboy...now she'd see how much he's going to enjoy giving a harpy (something that was a cross between a chicken and a grandmother) a bath. As she spoke her words wrote themselves across the paper and when she was finished it ripped itself away from the clipboard and flew over to where Stefan was standing. There it floated in front of his face waiting for him to pluck it out of the air.
"Jacen Grey" Persephone turned her eyes now to the showboat. "Two weeks of working in my garden. No powers." Everyone knew about Persephone's garden. When she told you weed, she'd make those weeds regrow over and over and over again. Not to mention that you could probably break your back while attempting to pull them out. There were...things in that garden that had thorns where thorns shouldn't be. As with Stefan's detention slip, once the words were written, the paper ripped itself and flew over to Jacen. He could chose not to take it, but it would follow him around and ignoring a detention would only result in another..and another.
"The two of you shall start tomorrow. You children enjoy the rest of your day." Alright that last bit was condescending, but really they were children. And, as Persephone vanished from view, she wondered if they would survive what would be coming at them next.
Word count: 875 Muse: There
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Post by alexa on Jan 31, 2011 7:00:19 GMT -7
Alexa had smiled for real the second time Jacen came back. The archery was cleaned and everything. When he had asked if it was better she nodded. Then something happened, Persephone came walking through, and Alexa guess she saw everything because by the look on her face, she was pissed. When Persephone spoke, it sent chills down her spine. Jacen and Stefan were in trouble, who would've thought? Alexa felt bad for Jacen, seeing as she had just met the guy and he was already in trouble. She didn't feel to bad for Stefan, considering he was treating November like crap. She didn't like that at all. Alexa flashed a smile to Persephone and opened her mouth " Please, your highness, Jacen really couldn't control his, he just lost control, and he did fix the archery back to what it was. Can't you please just let him go with a warning?" Alexa hoped that Jacen wouldn't mind her using her brain for this one. "I mean, haven't you ever gotten so mad that you just, you just sprouted snapping flowers in your garden, just so you could vent?"
Alexa stopped and let that settle in, she knew that what she was doing was considered really tricky, but she wasn't being rude or anything of the sort. " I mean, If I was in Jacens shoes, and I had some really awesome power like that, and I saw how Stefan was treating November, I would've been really mad as well. " Alexa then went over to the bench and sat back down, hoping that this wasn't a sign of disrespect. Alexa had a little bit of an issue, every once in a blue moon, her head would start throbbing and feel like she was going to pass out. "I don't mean to be rude your highness, but I really don't feel that well right now." she whispered.
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Post by novembermason on Jan 31, 2011 14:57:32 GMT -7
“Hey, November, how are you doing?
November blinked, momentarily thrown for a loop. Alexa. Alexa Blackwell. Was here. And hugging her. Alexa Blackwell was hugging her. November’s crush on Alexa was a fairly recent thing, but it was nearly as big as when Cupid met Pysche…She mentally composed herself as best she could (which wasn’t very well, considering the proximity of a certain daughter of Athena) and hugged Alexa back.
“Pretty good, thanks,” said November, pushing her hair out of her face. Gods don’t act nervous don’t ACT nervous just don’t, she thought. “How’re you?” She watched bemusedly as Alexa somehow managed to get Jacen to practically rebuild the archery range. That girl truly is amazing, November thought, biting her lip. And then, of all people, Lady Persephone appeared. November bowed respectfully. …and then, Lady Persephone handed out a two-week detention detail to both Jacen and Stefan (not that Stefan didn’t deserve it, but it hadn’t been Jacen’s fault). November opened her mouth to say something—this whole thing was, after all, sort of her fault (although Stefan deserved a good whack to the nether regions, preferably with something spiky)— And Alexa beat her to it. There was one word for this, and that was wow. She was actually…just…wow. November blinked. Alexa walked over to the bench and sat down on it. She didn’t look so good.
November walked over to the bench as quickly as she could without actually tripping over her feet or on some obstacle and sat down next to Alexa. “Um…are you okay, Alexa?” she said.
NOTES: sorry, guys, my muse went and ate itself…and o.O this thread snowballed.
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Post by jacen on Feb 1, 2011 8:51:06 GMT -7
"I- I.... huh?!"
She just... she just... Wow. Damn; she'd actually given a detention slip to someone with PTSS. Of course, he couldn't say as much; admitting to having a mental condition? Flat-out embarrassing.
He couldn't help it! It wasn't like he'd purposely committed vandalism, he'd cleaned up, and he still had to clean up in her garden?
He sighed, a tear in his eye. He wasn't too macho to admit that he was hurt by this, and one tear didn't really count as crying, did it?
He had heard nasty things about her garden; the plant goddess could make new weeds simply grow. The only reason she kept weeds in, in fact, was to punish students.
She could probably do it herself in a heartbeat. He quickly poked a loophole, though; he could dig the weeds out with a blade, couldn't he?
He appreciated the efforts of Alexa, a girl he'd only just met, risking her life, possibly; some gods were NOT reasonable. In fact, perhaps he shouldn't argue; Persephone could very well kill him on the spot, if she wished.
Anyway, detentions multiplied if ignored, like rabbits, so ignoring the floating slip, as he'd seen slips float after students in the hallways, would eventually block his sunlight.
That'd be annoying.
He sighed, took the slip, and after smiling sadly at Alexa and November ,and giving Stephan a cool, emotionless stare, he walked back into the Academy.
But not before one sardonic comment.
"Sorry, my lady. Next time someone throws an energy ball at me, and I'm jumpy, I'll make sure its done in the arena."
He said sarcastically.
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Post by Stefan Della Vega on Feb 4, 2011 3:40:28 GMT -7
Stefan had every intention of getting laid before the day ends. He had no doubt whatsoever that he'll get it too, from the coy, coveting looks the simpering girl beside him was throwing his way. He'd already been planning in his head what they'd be doing later, and the ideas forming bought a slow lazy grin to his features. Well, when you got it, you got it, he arrogantly thought.
Pushing aside wet hair that plastered on his forehead from the recent rain, he and the Aphrodite girl was almost at the exit when suddenly, from out of nowhere, the Lady of the Underworld appeared, her usual stern and unamused look ever present wtih her. Oh, there was no denying that Hades' Queen was strikingly beautiful, but at that moment, Stefan's half-sister from Zeus, Lady Persephone was thoroughly unimpressed. One word flew from her lips and instantly all visions of the blond girl undressing him out of his wet clothes went right out of the window. He knew a detention was coming his way, and though he didnt look especially regretful of his actions earlier, he was sorry that he had to postpone his fun. No matter, he said to himself. Day is still young and it's barely midmorning. He shrugged. I'll get her later.
Proud and conceited he was, Stefan was no fool. He knew there were still some forces and powers greater than his, though he'd rather die than admit it. He'd bow down to no one, of course. Halflings most especially. But to the gods, there were a few he'd make exceptions. Besides, he was one of the students who earn detentions on a weekly basis. He was practically immuned to them. He had been indignant, yes, and thoroughly humiliated during his first early detentions. Stefan thought that all those cleaning and scrubbing and hauling of Pegasi dung by the wagonload were works of peasants. Not him, Stefan Della Vega, heir to the Della Vega fortune and son of Zeus.
But gradually, he had gotten used to them. It just took practice, perhaps. Even considered it a personal challenge how many rules he can break without getting caught and be given those lowly punishments. It was only bad luck that one of the Academy's teachers were around while he had done his mischief. That and being distracted by the blond's boobs.
Best we get this over with.
Turning to his companion, he gave her a calculated sorrowful look, which wasnt really acting since he was genuinely and hugely disappointed by the turn of events. He took her hand and planted a light kiss on the back of her palm, his way of apology that she had to wait for him. "'l'll see you later?" he hopefully asked, although it wasnt a question. Not really.
When she nodded her assent, he gave her a half-smile and went back to follow Persephone's footsteps. There was no need to tell the girl he had just left where to find him. His display of lightning bolts earlier should make it obvious enough which House to find him.
Stefan took his time walking to where Persephone was. He didnt appear the least bit bothered by the angry goddess' demeanor, although he noted dryly to himself that she had stopped to where the fat-faced chick who had stumbled on him earlier was. Fat face had some people with her --- a boy and a girl --- both nameless which Stefan had no wish to acquaint himself with too. Of course, he didnt care much what they think of him. Their opinions didnt really matter since he thinks they were insignificant. He's a jerk, he knows. Then again, he's been called much worse.
Persephone handed him out his punishment and he took it with a smirk. Harpies again. Not his first time, wont be the last. Folding the note, he heard the two girls defend the boy and concluded to himself that this must be the guy who let loose earlier.
Bored out of his mind from all the talking around him, he rubbed his nails on his shirt and checked them out. They were far more interesting than all these yapping. When he looked up, he saw the clumsy girl (who shouldn't be allowed to have legs, in his opinion) walked to a bench, following the other girl, while the teary-eyed guy glare glaciers at him. Stefan raised a dark brow. This is pathetic. So pathetic, it's almost painful. He waved their reactions off, smirking even more irritatingly just to annoy them. Seriously, the two of them need to get themselves laid. Preferably with each other, and the sooner, the better. They sure act like they badly need it.
"Done?" he asked Persephone, not out of disrespect but out of impatience to get away from these twerps' presence.
Note: Been busy
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Post by alexa on Feb 4, 2011 17:12:36 GMT -7
Alexa nodded when November asked. "I am perfectly fine my dear. It's just a bit of headache, it shall go away on its own terms. As for now I best get going. I don't want to be late for classes. I mean..Well you get what I'm saying. After all, us Athenians have to study and all. " she said before getting up and walking towards the cabins. She wasn't going to classes, that much was sure, but she had to get away from everything that was happening. She couldn't shake the headache away, and lately she was getting them more than she was used to getting in a day. She sighed and kept on walking. What was it that was bothering her? Then she heard a voice in her head whispering to her, and she had no doubt of who it was.
"My dear Alexa, seek and ye shall find, not one but two in twined." Alexa was puzzled by what this meant, and pondered it over and over again. But she wasn't going to let this get to her just yet. She stumbled up the stairs into her room and settled down onto her bed. Thats when it hit her. "No...I can't...can I? It's just not possible...is it? God, I'm sounding crazy. Okay thats it." she shook her head and rubbed her hands through her hair, then she leaned over it turned out the light. She grabbed her blanket and pulled it up under her chin, no one would bother her here. She closed her eyes and slept on it.
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