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Post by echoe on Jun 1, 2011 16:55:26 GMT -7
Artemis sat bolt upright on one of the deckchairs, attempting to ignore the fact that he way sitting on the roof of a three storey building, somewhat unsuccessfully. The fact that the building was known as Club Orion wasn't helping too much either, not only because of the fact that Orion was a Greek mythological figure, but he was all too aware of the fact that in the myths, Artemis and Orion seemed to hate each other, assuming that he was named after the Goddess of the Hunt anyway. He couldn't be sure, as there was a lot that he didn't know about himself, like who his dad was, or where the hell he came from. Simple stuff like that. It became rather annoying at times. No doubt about it, Artemis absolutely hated his lot in life, even more so over the past few years at this crazy military style camp run by a talking wolf and the insufferable Jason Grace, who was apparently completely awesome because he was a son of Jupiter. Personally, he couldn't stand Jupiter and he thought that Lupa was creepy in a stalker-ish way, but apparently voicing his opinions caused a huge offence and often ended with punishment and a lot of cursing.
He tugged at the sleeve of his silk shirt, ensuring that the horrid tattoo was not at all visible for the hundreth time, mainly out of habit. Why couldn't they have beads like a normal camp? This was torture. Artemis hated to wear his designer clothing, as it drew unwanted attention, especially the platinum Armani watch and sky blue silk (Gucci) shirt, but it was better than the vivid purple one that they had given him. Heck, anything was better than that. He sighed, stroking his owl absent mindedly. The whole Academy was a little weird, he had to admit.
It was then that he noticed someone watching him, out of the corner of his eye. Perhaps they weren't planning on killing him, but they were a potential threat nontheless. Checking his watch, Artemis rose and turned around slowly, no sudden movements, as he could startle the onlooker, though the onlooker himself seemed to think that the kid was acting very strangely indeed. Realising that he was overreacting, Artemis strode sheepishly over to the counter, where what one assume to be the bartender stood. "Hello," he began in his flawless English accent, "I would like some tea, Earl Grey if you have it, although I will settle for coffee or some other caffeine based drink if not. Don't skimp on the sugar, by the way. The greater amount of sugar, the better the taste. Or do you not serve coffee to minors?" He added, noticing the bemused expression that was quickly spreading across the bartender's features.
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Post by cheshire on Jun 1, 2011 22:36:51 GMT -7
Fagan sat at the bar, swishing the ice cubes in her coke around with the bright yellow straw. Artemis would wring her is she knew Fagan were drinking this "poison." Then again, she was an all knowing goddess; of course she knew she what her Hunters were drinking, when, and where. Still, she'd not been scolded yet by some beast or sign, so why ruin a good thing? Fagan picked up the straw and took a long sip of the fizzling liquid.
The night was quiet, but it was so beautiful. Finally summer was here. She should be out on the Hunt, but she'd been volunteered, along with a few other Hunters, to stay at the academy. Not that she didn't love it here. It was great; but being on the Hunt was something different. Something, unreal: ethereal.
She was usually dressed up when she came to the club, but that was only because she was down in the cabaret. She'd been performing for the past few weeks down there; singing and playing various instruments with her half-brothers and sisters. Tonight was a night for herself; a night to relax. She'd actually picked out an outfit that wouldn't piss of her Sisters. A comfy, gray dress, sandals, and only her wooden bracelet for jewelery. Her red hair was down and wavy, kept at bay with a headband decorated with a peaturtle feather. She'd already sworn eternal celibacy; might as well find another way to honor the goddess of marriage.
Not too many of the kids were on the roof tonight. A few other demi-gods, a couple Titan kids, the usual. It was kind of weird, but it was the beginning of summer. There were a lot more cooler places to hang then the roof top of Orion's. Not that the club's not cool, but it gets old, you know?
From the corner of her eye she saw a young boy approach the bar. Really young; like, baby young. Not baby like diapers and throw-up babies. Like, child baby: like baby-faced little boy baby. Dressed up like some sleaze ball record producer from Hollywood; not that the kid was a sleaze ball. Look at that face. He's just a baby. Fagan kept her attention on her ice-cubes.
The boy spoke, and out came this accent. This pure, unadulterated British cadence. If John Lennon and Julie Andrews met up, and their voices had a baby.. Then that baby would sound like this boy here. It was lyrical; and it was now that Fagan realized the kid was rambling on about sugar. A moment later she realized that he wasn't Olympian. He was a Roman.
You're at a night club and you order tea? Fagan laughed, flashing the boy a dazzling smile. You guys really do like your tea, huh?
[/color] Fagan turned in her bar stool to face the boy. He was a cutie; kinda short for the age he looked. His eyes were intense, but they had a beautiful quality to them. Now that she looked at him full on, he looked even younger. Sure the Romans where hardcore, but he seemed so young. My name's Fagan, and don't worry: there's no ban of coffee,[/color] she winked. Don't look so nervous kiddo; we're all family here![/color] He wasn't though. He was Roman. A distant cousin twice removed and then thrown back in for the sake of peace. But this kid was so young. Fagan had hunted enough to pick up on fear, and she could sense the uneasiness of the boy. What's your name, Shorty?[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size]
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Post by echoe on Jun 1, 2011 23:57:32 GMT -7
Artemis, who had been attempting to ignore the girl, had no choice but to look up at her. And so he did, with absolutely no expression on his face. Her grey dress made her long red hair stand out in a way that was absolutely beautiful. It was strange how something so simple could look quite like that. Sure, she was pretty, really pretty, but he thought himself a little young to think of girls like that. Especially this one, as there was no doubt that she was a great deal older than himself, anyway.
"Well, actually, I'm not allowed caffeine anywhere else at the academy, so I might as well make the most of it." She seemed to be looking at him as though she thought him 'cute' or something, as quite a few people who didn't know him did. Which alone was intimidating, and yet she continued with even more smiles and winks as she spoke, as though she felt the need to act unnaturally happy around him, very much like a children's entertainer. "Actually, we're not 'all family here,' as I am sure that you are all too aware of, so I don't see the point of saying otherwise." He gave her a cold, hard look that was probably something between a glare and a half smile, which probably made him look a little creepy, but he really didn't care.
He attempted to ignore the fact that the summer heat was obviously bothering him. One thing that he hated about this particular part of America was the swealteringly hot weather that seemed to be constant, even in the evening. He certianly preferred the English weather; not too hot, and not too cold. Perfect.
If anything, the girl made him feel slightly more uneasy, if that was even possible on the roof of a three storey building. A three storey building. What was he thinking? He knew that he should have stayed on the first floor, but he had cone to relax, and as far as he knew one couldn't relax in the entrance of Orion's.
"I'm Artemis F-" he corrected himself, "Artemis. Well, its nice to meet you, Fagan." He wasn't one to be exceptionally sociable, and he didn't really want to talk to so many people at once, and so he resorted to saying little. At least he was trying, anyway. He barely talked to a single person at the best of times, let alone two.
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Post by cheshire on Jun 2, 2011 19:18:37 GMT -7
Well, so much for trying to make this kid feel a little more comfortable. She should have known better then to try and act friendly toward a Roman. Fagan wasn't spiteful though, and if this little boy was going to give her an attitude then she'd just put a bright, shining smile worthy of Apollo on and push his buttons a little more.
But wait a minute. The boy gave her his name, and it took everything she had not to laugh. Artemis? The kid was named after her aunt and goddess? What in Zues' name was his mortal parent thinking? Of course, she probably shouldn't think this way. To honor the Huntress is very important; and nothing stands out more then a name. But, he's a boy! The irony of it almost caused Fagan to snort Coke out of her nose.
I feel you,
[/color] Fagan said, choking down her laughter. My goddess would skin me if she knew I was drinking pop.[/color] She remained quiet, studying the boy closely. He was cold and reclusive; he didn't seem to want to speak to her at all. Too bad. The kid wanted to act snooty, cool. Two could play the game. The warm smile faded from her face. She sat a little taller, crossing her legs. Her smile was replaced with an emotionless mask; only her eyes gave away any thing. Judgement, glazed over with mischief shone in those blue eyes. Even the air seemed to chill around her, which as an insult to her father's blood. This was how a Hunter must act: noble, distant, observant. Was this boy worthy of her aunt's name? That's a unique name you've been given,[/color] she said, a sly smile creeping across her face. My aunt shares the same, exact name with you.[/color] Her eyes slid up to the sky, where the moon hung in the night sky. A perfect, glowing crescent. Her eyes fell back to Artemis, the boy. She had a sudden dislike for him; just that Hunter nature coming out in her. It would pass: probably. Not until she'd messed with the kid a good deal though. Ever gone on a hunting trip? I hear those Romans can really throw a homecoming party.He probably hated hearing comments on his name. She was sure with that name he had gotten plenty of taunts from other demi-gods. She wondered if any of them had been a hand-maiden to the boy's namesake. Hunting by the light of the moon; now that's where it's at Shorty.[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size]
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Post by echoe on Jun 3, 2011 1:06:15 GMT -7
It must be said that Artemis felt a slight pinprick of guilt at acting in such a way towards someone who had shown nothing but kindness so far, as was his nature. He had to mentally force himself to act so coldly, though it was a good way of judging someone's personality. If they can withstand his impudence, then they are more likely to be a nicer person. Saying that, whrn he had introduced himself, he noticed that the girl, Fagan, was working very hard to surpress a laugh, though she hid it well. Naturally, he would have expected nothing less from a Hunter of Artemis.
He was certianly not expecting for her to act in such a way it as well, however. She crossed her legs and straightened up, face void of emotion, mostly. Her eyes still had that mischevous glint that he found slightly unnerving. It was from that that he knew that she was messing with him, this clearly didn't come naturally.
"Yes, I know," he said wearily, as though he had explained this a hundred times before, "Its literal translation would be 'hunter,' after your Goddess, I presume. On occasion, a boy or girl was given the name if they were a great hunter, and though people don't do this anymore, I appear to share her name."
He greatly disliked having this particular conversation with anyone, but it seemed worse for some reason with Fagan. Sitting there, cold, and almost rigid as she was. She seemed to be radiating cold vibes, though metaphorically, of course. That alone seemed unnatural, looking at her usually warm features, the behaviour was obviously unusual for this daughter of Apollo. The worst thing that she could have done was to mention homecoming, and hunting, in the same sentence. The last hunt had gone horribly,for himself anyway. It was great fun according to pretty much everyone else. That nickname was bugging him, too.
"My name is Artemis, not Shorty. Please refrain from using that, or any nickname or version of my name except the original, when referring to myself. May I also point out that your own name is used in the novel, 'Oliver Twist,' so your own name is as unique as mine. In response to your question, yes I have been hunting before, though it often ends badly."
He focused on whatever Fagan was staring up at in the sky. There wasn't anything up there but the crescent moon, which wasn't exactly completely fascinating. It was dark and cold, with nothing interesting there. Confused, he couldn't help but ask, "Hey. Uhh.lick my nostril? I'm down here, not up there. What, if you don't mind me asking, is so interesting?"
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Post by cheshire on Jun 4, 2011 20:25:54 GMT -7
Oh, the moon of course,
[/color] she said, her eyes sliding back to the boy's face. The grin on her face broadened, Fagan unable to deal with the irony. This boy was named for the virgin goddess of the hunt; but the way he spoke he had no zeal for it. No enthusiasm often meant no talent. Mm, you're right. It's kind of funny though. Fagan is usually a boy's name; while Artemis is usually a girl's name, nowadays any ways.[/color] He took a long drink of her coke, and set the glass back down on the bar. When she turned her head back to the boy, the warm sunny smile returned to her face. As quickly as the cold air had come, she dismissed it; and the comfortable night air returned. It's a good name; so long as you do my aunt honor,[/color] she winked, Though, you might want to stay clear of the other Hunters at school. They're not so friendly toward boys as I am.[/color] That was an understatement, but if this Artemis came across her sisters he'd be torn to pieces. The others would torment this boy for having the Goddess's name; they wouldn't even stop to think that he didn't pick the name. So, if I can ask, what brought you clear across the pond to Half-Blood Academy? Aren't there any camps a little closer to home?[/color] ooc;; sorry, this is a crappy post. i had sats today and then worked all night. i'm dead tired; sorry again. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]
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Post by echoe on Jun 12, 2011 9:48:16 GMT -7
Just as he thought that he'd become accustomed to her personality, Fagan's grin widened, all hostility banished as though it had merely never existed. There was no doubt that she confused Artemis, and he found that quite irritating, to put it frankly. "Of course. How silly of me." He replied dryly, but by no means lacking in sarcasm.
Face devoid of emotion, he continued as though he had found Fagan's comments not at all amusing, attempting to force the smile from showing through, and so resorting to a scowl momentarily. "Being a boy, I doubt that your Goddess would think of anything I do as 'doing her honour,' to be honest. My mere existance probably sickens her. Hmm.. well, that's certianly a pleasant thought." Artemis virtually muttered, in a mockingly optimistic tone, all the while managing to remain emotionless.
If he was honest with himself, he had no idea whatsoever of how exactly he was supposed to act, let alone what to say. He was completely at a loss, and was almost glad when Fagan began speaking again, in the form of a question. "Well, actually, there aren't. So, the Academy was my best bet, though its location is quite inconvenient, I must say."
(No problem! I should probably apologize for my absence, and lack of content in my post, myself. I'll be online more often from now on.)
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Post by cheshire on Jun 12, 2011 15:54:54 GMT -7
Nahh, Artemis doesn't hate all men. After all, she was once in love with Orion. She even sent him to the stars to keep him from Hades.
[/color] Club Orion. Fagan was over all this irony. Besides,[/color] she said, taking a drink of her Coke, She brings baby boy's into the world all the time! Including you.[/color] The boy was either very cool, or he just didn't like her. He was Roman, and Fagan wasn't too familiar with them. She could pick out the Roman children of Apollo, and the Hunters; but after that she was lost. She wondered who's child this was. She debated whether or not to ask. Ahh, too bad. I'm used to travelling, going on the Hunts. But New York's not too bad once you find your thing. There are always great shows playing; musicals, plays, concerts. There are museums and libraries are amazing; the parks are beautiful. There's always some kind of street fight going on, if that's your thing,[/color] she laughed. She finished off her drink, and set the cup down on the bar. She studied the boy, trying to figure out who he was. He had intense gray eyes; just like her one friend Sean. She eyed him again, a knowing little smile on her face. So, where exactly are you from?[/color] She watched his eyes, regarding her with little interest. Those beautiful blue-gray eyes. Hard as steel, until they learned a new and interesting fact. Then they would light up and dance; or at least Sean's did. Those eyes. The same eyes that all the children of Athena share. Athena? Athena. Say, would you mind if I called you Arty? It's just, easier, ya'know?[/color] she winked. ooc; s'all good bro. (:[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size]
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Post by echoe on Jun 19, 2011 1:26:47 GMT -7
To begin with, Artemis was completely lost for words when he realized his error. And such an obvious one at that. He leaned against the bar, crossing his arms and looking downcast, silently fuming about the fact that he had allowed a single book to give him information of the subject of the Goddess Artemis, without even checking its accuracy. For all he knew, the entire book was complete fiction, as was her relationship with Orion, it would seem.
How embarrassing.
Making a mental note to destroy the blasphemous Greek Mythology book, he turned back to Fagan, cheeks slightly flushed. "I haven't seen a street fight in New York before, but I've been there. I'm from Kent, in England. About an hour away from London. And yourself?" Technically, he was being truthful, though not completely. And he wasn't about to admit to anything else any time soon.
As he was about to reply, the bartender spoke, causing Artemis to turn almost a beetroot red. "Are you gonna drink that, Fowl? I made an effort to make it, didn't I? The least you could do is drink it." He naturally responded by glaring at him, grabbing the cup and facing Fagan, so that he had his back to the bartender.
The problem with visiting often was the fact that people like this guy got to know you're name, and on occasion, you'd come across someone with an unusual one. So, it was nothing abnormal. Unless, of course, you happened to share the name of some stupid book character, which was rather unfortunate to say the least, in his opinion. Not to mention the Goddess... Artemis was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't even notice Fagan scrutinizing him.
"Uhh.. what? Oh. Right. I guess, ok. Nothing else, though." He added the last part hurriedly, as though it was essentially important that it was said, and hoping probably in vain that she hadn't heard the bartender. That would be very embarrasing.
(Sorry I'm not online much, and my posts are rushed, I'm revising and have a lot of homework at the moment. I will write better posts when I get a chance, I'm sorry.)
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Post by cheshire on Jun 20, 2011 14:51:38 GMT -7
Fagan hid a grin when the bartender scolded him. She made no comment, not wanting to make the boy's face turend a darker red then it already was. Fagan understood. She hated blushing herself; totally clashed with his hair.
The boy lightly gave her permission to be called Arty, and Fagan's smile emerged once again. Thanks then,
[/color] she laughed lightly. Arty had said he was from Kent, telling her it was just outside London. She of course knew that; the Kent Downs was a beautiful place, one of Artemis' favorite for relaxing after a hunt. Pittsburgh, down in Pennsylvania. Love it there; the underground music scenes are off the charts.[/color] ooc ;; it's okay. i understand. (: [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size]
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