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Post by Jacob Orion on Sept 10, 2010 15:22:55 GMT -7
Jacob Orion, former resident of Camp Half-Blood and the Lotus Casino, co-owner and proprietor of Club Orion, leaned back in his plush leather desk chair, his ear to the phone listening to yet another talent agency making up excuses as to why their clients would be unable to preform for the Club's Opening night. "Right, so what you're telling me, is that you are unable or are unwilling to fulfill your contract and provide the talent, I have already paid for, for our opening night. No don't try to talk your way out of it, when it comes to business and contracts I have a memory like a steel trap. So here's what's going to happen. Your agency and clients which have already taken payment will refund that payment, and it'll will happen by close of business today. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about this. You will make it happen, or you will face fierce legal action. There's a good man, I knew you could do it. Now once the refunds have been deposited into my account, consider yourself, and you agency fired." Orion put the old fashioned receiver back into it's cradle with a weary sigh. He had had numerous big name acts booked and paid for, only to have every last one of them back out at the last minute. "Well, Orion what are you going to do now?" he muttered to himself as he filed away, yet another voided contract, being interrupted by a quiet knock at the door. "Come in," Orion called as he closed the file drawer. "Orion, I just wanted to come by and drop off my set list for tonight," Nicky Wolf, son of Apollo and resident DJ commented as he sat a list of songs down on Orion's massive desk. Orion gave the list a quick glance before and idea hit him. "Nicky, my man, I have decided that you deserve better than to just run this small set list during midshift. You my friend are to be our Primary House DJ. You are going to be the main event, well co-main event if you will. I want you working the booth as part of my opening act," Orion offered with a smile that could charm the stars from the skies. "That would be amazing, but I don't have anything prepared for the opening act or anything..." the fourteen year old stammered lightly as Orion watched the wheels turning in the boy's fertile mind. He got up from his chair, walking around the deck, throwing a friendly arm around the boy's shoulders. "No need to worry, I have the whole opening planned out already, just two or three explosive songs, I preform as you spin the music and Club Orion opens with a bang. Couldn't be simpler. Once we're open, the place is yours, except of course the Cabaret, where I will be putting on my show...trust me it'll be a cinch. I can think of no one else I would rather have at my side, making the music happen," his words were sincere enough to win Nicky over, at least for the moment. "Meet me in the Lounge in about an hour, we'll go through a rehearsal to get you familiar with what needs to happen, then in four short hours after that it's show time, and together we will out shine the moon and the stars," ***Five hours later*** Orion peeked out from the wings of the temporary stage set up in the court yard of the club. The place was packed, a sight Orion just loved to see. Nicky on the other hand looked extremely nervous in his Secret Service style black suit and aviator sunglasses. "Relax, you'll knock 'em dead. You'll have them eating out of your hand in no time," Orion said laying a reassuring hand on Nicky's shoulder. "No matter what happens, we're in this together," Orion paused to double check his costume, the fur lined over coat reaching down to the top of his knee high riding boots, and veiled Audrey Hepburn style hat topping off the ensemble. "Ok DJ Wolf, it's show time," Nicky squared his shoulders, push his sunglasses further up his nose and marched out on to the main stage to the trob the opening number. Orion followed behind about a dozen steps swishing his hips as he lip synced to the music. "I feel like the DJ is my bodyguard You see the way he keeps me safe With the treble and that bass I feel free enough to party hard This dress won't go to waste" Orion paused gesturing down his body at his overcoat playing the rich debutant all the way. "Feels like I own the place V.I.P to to be the boss You see the way these people stare Watching how I fling my hair"Orion flung his hair as he pulled off his hat tossing it over to the DJ booth, where Nicky stood, headphones on over his ears working the controls with an expert hand. "I'm a dancefloor lover Baby there's no other Who do it like I do it yeah
From here on out I'll be your commander No fear no doubt I'll provide the answer Right now I command you to dance I'll be your commander Right now I command you to dance I'll be your commander Right now I command you to...
I- I'll be your commander I'll provide the answer"As the chorus hit, Orion let the overcoat fall to the stage revealing him dressed in a smart tuxedo jacket, crisp white shirt, ever present bowtie, and dark blue plaid kilt, which had been hidden by the over coat. He stood grinning as he bellowed out, "HELLO HALF-BLOOD ACADEMY!" With that Nicky changed up the music, flawlessly as Orion jumped off the stage and started singing out as he strolled through the crowd. "It's alright, You're ready for the night of your life stars will shine so bright; they say we're dancing the stress away. This beat Is underneath your feet. Right now, together we will meet this place will blow your mind away.spank me hardspank me hard. Welcome to the club now! Gonna pump it up now. This is an emergency, Music is my galaxy. Welcome to the club now. Everybody up now, We've gotta going on Till the break of dawn. So put the record on. Right now we're standing here in line. Open up the door Mr. Frankenstein!" As Orion sang out the last line, he stood in front of the main doors grinning, the massive door flying open. "Welcome! Welcome one and all! Welcome to Club Orion!" Word Count: 1159 (raw) Muse: Showing off Lyrics by: Commander-Kelly Rowland; Welcome to the Club - DJ Manian Notes: Club Orion is now Officially open for everyone who wants to post. Please enjoy
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Post by brookelet on Sept 12, 2010 13:26:43 GMT -7
Heaven really wasn't the club going person. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Whenever she was back in Houston visiting family and friends she would often sneak into #'s the alternative club in downtown. Her mother, Dymphna, didn't really care what her daughter did, just so long as she didn't have to bail the teenager out of jail. Of course, Heaven wasn't stupid enough to go alone, she often went with Jazz, the piercer that worked at Back in Black, her mother's tattoo parlor. he wasn't that bad looking and he could dance well, though Heaven still wasn't very good at dancing to Trance music. Tonight was different though. Tonight Club Orion was opening.
She wasn't normally a vain girl either, but for this opening tonight she was determined to look her best. She had thrown all of her clothing out onto her bed and had stared at it for a good ten minutes. Where her clothes all black? There were a few splashes of bright colors here and there, but for the most part the clothing was all black. She shrugged her small shoulder. Oh well, she did like black, even though her favorite color was silver. She reached into the pile of clothes and pulled out a random top and made a small, happy noise when she saw what it was. It was black, of course, sleeveless, and it circled her neck in a tight band. The back, however, made up for severity of the front. The only part of the back was a small band of material around her waist and neck, to secure the material to her body, the rest was left bare. She loved this top for one reason, and one reason only; it showed off her corset piercing. She had gone through the pain of getting one on for her sixteenth birthday. She had even opted in to make them dermal anchors instead of surface piercings. If she was going to go through all the pain to put them in, why would she want them to grow out in six months? The anchors made them permanent. With this top on everyone would be able to see the bright purple ribbon that was threaded through the special made ring anchors. They would also get a great view of the black wings that her mother had inked on her shoulders as a going away present. true, she had been 15 when she had gotten it done, which made it illegal in Texas, but she didn't really care.She then turned back to the pile, digging around for a pair of shorts that the knew would match the color of her ribbon, after all, she had bough the shorts for that purpose alone. They were a little too long to be shorts really, they did come down to right above her knees. A pair of fishnets and her trusty black leather platform boots that added a good three inches to her height. She had pulled her long black hair into a simple pony tail, her bangs slipping out of the band to settle around her green eyes. As usual, the only make up she had bothered with was black eyeliner.
An hour later she was waiting the crowd with everyone else, waiting for the new club to open. If she didn't like it this once, she told herself as people talked and laughed around her, then she didn't ever have to come back. She didn't have anything better to do, so why not check out what nightlife there was going to be at the academy.
She was singing softly to herself under her breath, playing with the ring in her lip, when the music started. She jerked her head up and pushed her way to the front of the crowd so she could see. A few people complained, but being a daughter of Ares had it perks. All Heaven had to do was glare at the person and tug at their emotions and they parted , allowing her to move up so she could see. Being short wasn't any fun at all.
That was the owner, wasn't it? Jacob Orion, if she was remembering thing correctly. Of course, she could be wrong. She was a bit forgetful when it came to names. People she could remember, just not names. She watched and listened with a critical ear. He was good, she decided after he finished his peace. She clapped and cheer along with everyone else as she waited to the party to start.
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Post by cicero on Sept 13, 2010 17:00:24 GMT -7
CY was anxious. Then again, this was a mild understatement. He was anxious, excited, blissful and amused by his surroundings. Seeing a few girls who were trapped by their excitement to get into the club, and knowing they would not leave the line for anything, CY started cracking a few jokes. To no surprise, they like them. Cicero grinned, flashing his usual Chesire grin and began to move closer. They let him. After five minutes of uproarious laughter on the girls' parts, he had one under each arm and was now fascinating them on his tales of rapping with Usher and Eminem. So, the tales were not real, but the girls were eating it up. A few people ahead of him, CY noticed a very serious and punkish looking girl.
He pushed ahead of the people in front of him, dragging his conquests under his suddenly strong arms and stopped behind her. "Hey, Sunshine." He said in a turtley manner, tilting his head so he could see her reaction. He was momentarily distracted by the supposed owner coming out and announcing that, yes, the club was open. "Woo!" CY cheered, his arms flying over his head. He then broke into laughter. CY left his girls and crossed his arms, wanting to talk to this girl. There was something about her.
"CY." He said, introducing himself with the moniker he had adopted soon after he came to Half Blood Academy. He followed the girl into the crowd, wincing at the loud beats of the bass. He was never one for club music. Just rap and classical. Two opposites on the musical spectrum. Oh, he wanted to bust a rap so bad, but he pushed these urges away and made himself sway to the music. He looked up at the blonde kid, younger then him surely, who was the DJ for the night. He was into it, that was for sure.
CY was dressed in his usual emsemble. Jeans, and a t-shirt with something funny and/or witty on it. This one was white and said, 'Zeus's my homie'. He had had it made at a local store back home. It was one of his favorites. His red sneakers squeaked on the floor and his large chain (with a comedy mask on it) and he wore gold rimmed sunglasses. "Dance or die!" He declared, snagging a random chick and spinning her away from him in a fluid motion. "Dance! Dance!" he chanted, cackling madly with laughter. They were all so foolish, he knew, but here he was with them, dancing and thriving on blasphemy. Well, he would go to hell and he would go to hell in a fun way.
Cicero remembered the owner and flagged him down. "Yo! Brother, is this your joint?" He shouted over the heavy beats. "This is one jumping mutha!" He declared, impressed. "I wanna talk to you about some oppurtunites for both of us!" He said, cupping his hands around his mouth. "I'm CY and I rap." He finally said. He was not desperate for a job, but he loved performing and being the center of attention. "I also read a mean Shakespeare." He glanced around, trying to find the girl from before but having no luck. His earlier conquests were currently dancing on a raised platform to the hoots and hollers of ape-like men.
"So... What's it gonna be homes?" He asked, giving his trademark grin.
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Post by brookelet on Sept 13, 2010 21:34:01 GMT -7
Sunshine? Had someone really just called her sunshine? Were they trying to be funny? Or were the blind? Or maybe just stupid. Heaven rolled her green eyes and turned around to see who had addressed her. One black eyebrow raised when she saw just who was addressing her. The boy wasn't bad looking, the two girls under his arms were testament to that fact. If he was thinking of picking her up, though, he was sadly mistaken. Well, he'd told her his name, she might as well tell him hers. "It's Heaven, not Sunshine."
She watched in amusement as the boy snatched up a random girl and spun away from her. Well, that made things easier for her. She made her way inside and grimaced slightly. This music really didn't appeal to her, but music was music. She could suffer through at least one night. If she didn't like it here, she didn't have to come back again. Of course, she would probably come back a few times when she got bored enough.
A quick trip to the dance floor was in order, she decided. She spent a good ten minutes on the dance floor before she noticed that the people surrounding her had edged away and there were several arguing couples. Heaven sighed and stopped dancing. This happened sometimes. If she didn't pay close enough attention to herself and her surroundings sometimes her powers just... leaked out. Sometimes the whole negative empathy power was cool, but during times like this when she was just trying to let lose and have fun, it was a major pain. She sighed loudly and exited the dance floor.
She made her way over to a group of chairs, just a little ways away from the dance floor and flopped down. Waves of negative emotions poured off of her as she watched people pass by. It's not that Heaven was in a bad mood, it just took a while for her to reign her power in once it had been released.
A few people braved the halo of negative emotions that radiated from the short girl. When you first entered the ring of emotions you felt like you wanted to punch someone and the closer you go to the short girl, the worse it got. Once you got within two feet of Heaven, however, the feelings seemed to vanish. None of the other students seemed to make it past the ring of her emotions though. Pity.
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Post by cicero on Sept 15, 2010 14:04:08 GMT -7
Cicero grinned at the girl, "Heaven? Interesting. I'm CY. I'll see you later angel." He winked and then spun away in a flash of skirts and weaves. He was soon swallowed by the crowd. CY actually started to bob his head to the music, actually drowning out the techno-esque music. He waved his hands in the air and cracked a few jokes, bringing laughter from all around. He was jostled and pushed as people retreated from a place on the floor. He thought someone was having an overdose, but no, it was Heaven. She was dancing and repulsing people. He felt slight anger at the very pretty and simple minded girl beside him, but pushed it away. Interesting.
CY turned his back and was soon sandwiched between people, grinding and swaying to the music. He made up words and sang them at the top of his lungs. CY nevertheless watched the girl make her way to the wall and sit. People came and people left just as quickly. She was a curious thing. CY moved toward the back of the club, shaking off the girls as he went. He put a turtley grin on his face and approached her confidently. Suddenly, he swung around and nailed a guy in the face. CY looked at his hand with slight curiousity. That was weird...
CY quickly apologized to the guy, slipped him a ten to pay for a cab or drinks or emergency room, whichever came first, and tried to approach the girl again. This time, he gritted his teeth, waved his arms wildly at anyone near and then emerged, gasping, into the small circle around her that had no affect. He was quite close. Two feet. He sat down beside her, right beside her, and looked at her. "Quite an affect you have on others." He told her quietly, grinning manically.
"So... Do you always sit on the wall by yourself?" He asked, trying to get her to talk. "Sorry 'bout the Sunshine comment, but I couldn't resist." He gestured to her clothes. "Heaven's a weird name. One of my girlfriend's names was Nevaeh, but I suppose that's less normal then Heaven. Or Cicero." He finished darkly, then suddenly his face lit up. "So... Do you go to The School?" He asked, not finding it necessary to clarify which school he meant. "I do. I'm a junior." He yawned slightly and brought his arms above his head, one settling on the top of the seat behind her, and the other stretching away toward another girl.
The other girl glared at him and he smiled brightly at her, showing most of his teeth. "Hey." He said, jerking his head up in greeting. She huffed and flounced off. "Touchy." He muttered.
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Post by September Marisol Summers on Sept 15, 2010 16:43:48 GMT -7
Seppie, was one of those girls that sat near a table, behind hoards of screaming and partying crowds, waiting for something to happen. She never liked parties, unless it involved her and her best friends or at least her love interest (which she had neither right now). Today was the grand opening of Club Orion, the hottest one around since... well since a long time ago. It was Las Vegas out of Vegas.
Sitting near a glass of champagne, Seppie sighed with boredom. She didn't even know why she came to this place anyways. And she couldn't believe she wore the only Armani spaghetti halter dress. I mean, you'd think everyone else would have it too, right? Well, it does pay off when your mom has a bunch of drachmas that she could use to bribe people for dresses right? Well, that's what Seppie did.
Straining her eyes, Seppie saw a lone girl breaking out some moves. At first, everyone went along with her, but suddenly they formed a ring of fighting ans squabbling, 20 ft around that one girl. Odd. Seppie stepped on to the floor, and pushed her way through. She wanted a closer look at the ring. Making her way through, she felt something bubbling inside her. Ignoring that fact, Seppie continued on. As she got closer to the fighting and yelling, Seppie's body welled up with anger, and the lust to fight. Something that was not normal to her. Someone suddenly slapped her.
WHOP! [/b] The impact left a red hand print on her left cheek. Whirling around, September saw that the culprit was a little dirty thing, face red and swelled, her hair messed up like a dust rag used to clean a cactus. She was breathing hard, full of fury like a Spartan warrior. "You....are...a b*tch.[/color] she spat. Seppie was mortified at the turn of events, the look of shock evident. "You are too. And thanks for the compliment." she replied nonchalantly. Seppie rubbed her slapped cheek lightly before slapping the slapper promptly in return. "Buh bye." she said, before preceding onward like a knight. Within 10 feet of the girl, Seppie saw a young man punch someone in the face before turning tails and running. Running towards the girl in the center of the dance floor. He had gotten about 2 feet away from her, before stopping and starting some chit chat. Seppie could feel her anger grow larger and larger like a tumor; it seemed like hell would explode any second. But it didn't. Once she had gotten within a few feet from the man and girl, Seppie's anger subsided little by little. Soon, when she had reached the 'inner ring' just like that dude, there was no anger left. Her fuse had been burnt out, luckily. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but is this fighting all because of you?" Seppie inquired, hoping her tone wasn't full of accusation. "My name is September by the way, but you can call me Seppie," she said, casting a small wink at the young man beside her. "What are you names?"Muse: Eh. Alright. Word Count: 557 Comments: Nothing.[/left]
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Post by Jacob Orion on Sept 16, 2010 16:22:11 GMT -7
Orion's experienced eye pierced through the crowds, seek those who were not enjoying themselves, attempting to make a mental note of where they were and what they looked like, to see if he couldn't tilt the scales a little further back in his favor. He made he rounds exchanging polite pleasantries, a few business cards and a comment or two on the comforts of wearing kilts. All in all things were running smoothly, Nicky had really stepped up to the task of DJing, but Orion knew he would have to find some more talent in the near future to help ease young Nicky's burden.
"Yo! Brother, is this your joint?" voice called out over the beats. "This is one jumping mutha!" the voice declared, impressed.
"Thank you, you're too kind," Orion answered not trying to be rude but still wanting to make his way through the crowd.
"I wanna talk to you about some opportunity for both of us!" the boy said, making Orion stop in his tracks.
"You have my full and undivided attention sir," already Orion's mind for business was kicking into full gear and ready to see what the young man had to offer. "I'm CY and I rap. I also read a mean Shakespeare."
Ah, so that was it, the boy was looking for a job, talk about perfect timing. "Here's my card why don't you drop by the office around noon tomorrow and we can discuss things," Orion said politely as he excused himself to get a high vantage point and get a feel for the room. It was a beautiful scene, people filling the place to bursting, but inside and out, the music never missing a beat, people dancing drinking, just having the times of their lives...for the most part.
There were a few there because they had nothing better to do, or were dragged in by friends against their will, such was the clientele of any club. And just as their were those hard core partyers having an amazing time, there were those looking for trouble. Fortunately, Orion had had the foresight to ask Bob the Titan, the Academy's security chief, to help with things for the Opening Night. Bob had done a pretty good job of keeping the trouble makers out, even so there were a few that managed to slip passed the Titan. In fact they seemed to be centered around one particular spot.
Orion headed back down to the main floor, zeroing in on the epicenter of the trouble, he knew immediately it was nothing more than the result of a demigods powers gone stray, and judging from the looks on the faces close to her, it was all purely accidental.
"Attention everyone within the sound of my voice, drinks on the House up on the Roof Top Patio!" he hoped that would help thin the crowds around the girl enough to keep the fighting from getting too bad. He walked up to the girl, noting that a couple of other student managed to break past the Ring of "Fire" as it were, and were trying to chat with the girl.
"Hello, I'm Orion, and this is my club, I do hope you all are enjoying yourselves. If there is anything I can get for you, drinks, snacks, maybe the key to a private room or something, please let me know. We are happy to be of service," he gave them his best used car salesman grin, hoping they would take him up on his offer, at least until the girl had her "gift" back under control.
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Post by brookelet on Sept 16, 2010 19:14:39 GMT -7
Heaven was lounging by herself when CY sat down next to her, a Cheshire cat grin on her face. She quirked one eyebrow and listened as he spoke, trying to pull her power back into check. She considered blowing the boy off, but he'd breached her ring. That had to say something about his character. She watched him for a moment longer before she spoke. "My middle name makes it even weirder. It's one cruel mother who names their oldest child Heaven Lee when they're Wiccan. And yes," she added as she sifted in her sear,"I go to the school. My dad's Ares, hence the brawl that's going on right now." She sighed deeply and reached inside of herself, tugging and pulling with all her might. She clenched her green eyes closed and began to bottle up her power. It was hard to do and it was the reason she didn't let her power out. Of course, she could still pull at people's emotions without unleashing her ability to cause people to grow angry. It was different and complicated. She gasped slightly and opened her eyes when her power was in check.
She turned her attention to a girl who had made it through her powers and groaned softly. Yet another person coming to complain. "Yeah, that was me. Sorry, I lost control of my powers." Who else had noticed that she'd lost control and was the cause of the fights. It wasn't like she had done it on purpose, this time. It had just happened. "I'm Heaven, nice to meet you," she nodded to the girl from her seat.
Heaven groaned again, and louder, when yet another person made their way over to them. She was about to snap at the boy and unleash her temper on him, but pulled up short when she saw that it was the club owner. "Oh gods, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to start anything. Things just got away from me," she said with a sheepish smile to Orion. She watched him for a moment before she spoke again. "You've got a great singing voice by the way. Most guys don't have that kind of range," she said with smile. As a child, her grandmother had tried to stick her in lots of classes such as dance, piano, and singing lessons. The singing lessons had been the only one that Heaven had taken a liking to. She wasn't an expert or anything, but she did have a good ear and knew a good voice when she heard one.
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Cole Pierce
Hiatus
Son of Dionysus
Tempted with the forbidden fruit.
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Post by Cole Pierce on Sept 18, 2010 0:42:50 GMT -7
Cole awoke with a grunt. Something or someone was making so much noise, it had roused him from his deep slumber. He opened his eyes, blinking a little as they adjusted to the light, and proceeded to stretch taut his almost-naked body. He sat up, yawning and wondering which part of the Academy he was at now. The last thing he had remembered was an afternoon rendezvous with one of the Aphrodite girls.
A slow grin appeared in his features at that memory. That was certainly…fun. Shaking his head in amusement, he thought what a hellcat she was. The scratches on his back and the marks she left on his skin were certain evidences of that.
He looked at his surroundings and saw that he was at the stables and the noises that had disturbed him were from the Pegasi. The one in his stall was giving him an almost stern look, as if it had disapproved of Cole’s activities earlier. Thinking of it now, he recalled how his escapade had disturbed the sleeping horses in the stables. He chuckled. Little Miss Adventurous was now long gone and he was left alone in that place. Not that he had a problem with it, really. It was all cool for him. It’s not like he was expecting her to stay around. He would have done the same thing too if he had woken up first.
Standing up, he wrinkled his nose a bit as the familiar stench of the place filled his senses. Cole picked up his shirt and jeans, so casually thrown about from impatience on his partner’s part. He put them on.
“Got yourself an eyeful, eh? Well, I hope you enjoyed the show.” He said to the horse, fixing up the last two buttons of his shirt. His hair was a mess, every strand sticking in all directions, and he hastily combed them with his fingers, brushing off some hay straws that had stuck there in the process. In response to his comment, the Pegasi snorted and flapped its wings. Cole laughed hard at its reaction before patting its head and slowly walking out of the stables, whistling happily to himself. Arriving at his residence, he saw that it was empty. He gathered that his siblings must have already gone to party at Club Orion. He heard it was having its grand opening tonight. He checked his watch and saw that he still had plenty of time before the fun starts. Cole didn’t really see the point why he had to arrive there early.
He took a quick shower, wanting to get the stink off of the stables away from his body. It wouldn’t do good to his concentration if he smelled like horse’s crap. Plus, he doubted the ladies would like it much. Can’t hurt to smell nice for them, can it? Cole grinned. If he’s lucky, he can convince some lucky females from the club to accompany with him back tonight to his residence. Not that he had any doubt it won’t happen. He was pretty confident an easy victory is at hand.
Looking at the mirror, he saw his reflection and noticed a small red mark on his neck. He lifted one dark eyebrow and smirked as he tentatively touched it. Little Miss Adventurous really was something else.
Raising his collar a bit to hide the hickey, Cole finally turned his back and walked outside of the Dionysus residence, pausing at the porch to fill his lungs with the night air. Outside, the silvery moon was shining brightly, its light projecting a halo around the round edges. He thought if some Huntresses asked it from the goddess herself, and considered wishing something from his father too. He wasn’t sure what to wish for, though. Another girl to go crazy for me? Somehow, he doubted those kind of prayers would be heard. Besides, I don’t need to pray for that, he thought with smug arrogance. What with his charm and all.
He arrived at the club and saw that quite a few people had already gathered there. He could almost feel the palpable excitement in the air. Music was pumping and blasting from every corner. He could pick out a few familiar faces of the members of the Academy looking as if they were having the time of their life, and Cole chuckled softly to himself.
Shrugging his shoulders, he looked around him and decided to join the gathering crowd. There were quite of lot people present, some in very strange attires that it gave Cole the impression he was in some sort of costume party. Lots of hot chicks. Lots of weirdos. Place was really packing. And it was kind of noisy too. Great deal of bustling and chattering.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Cole saw a slight movement, and instinctively, he turned his head to look more at it. What he saw left him made him stop and stare.
Celeste!
A hundred million flashbacks seemed to uncover before him as his tried in futile attempt to grasp at what they were. There were coming out in a rush that Cole had no time to neither understand nor comprehend what those mental images were about. A musical laugh. A ship. The ocean. A ball. Corset dresses. He stood there, frozen and confused, not knowing what he should do next. It was highly unlike him. Cole was the confident, arrogant type. Never the one to run out of words. Therefore, this being dumbstruck and stunned was something completely alien to him.
Blinking his eyes a couple of times, he stared again at the female in front of him. The long flowing blond hair. The hazel eyes. She seemed terribly familiar, like he had known her from long ago. Normally, Cole would just have had passed her for another girl, except… there was that strong instant pull in his gut. And then there were the visions too. It left him a bit dazed and breathless, unnerving him badly, and making him lose the tough guy image he was constantly projecting.
Slowly, he raised his right hand as if he wanted to reach out and touch her…
“Celeste.”
Tagged: Edith Muse: -_- Music: None Notes: I merged them.
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Edith Vanderbilt
Demigod
Mortal Child Huntress of Artemis
Siggies made by Ves the Genius.
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Post by Edith Vanderbilt on Sept 19, 2010 21:43:11 GMT -7
As soon as she had heard about the grand opening of Club Orion, Edith knew that it would be a wonderful chance to do some sort of social observation. Her own experiences had taught her that parties brought out the best, the worst and the more interesting aspects of human behavior so she wanted to be there to people watch and possibly take note of the majority of what will transpire during the course of the night. Edith had even brought a little notebook with her and it was something that had gotten her mistaken for a journalist. Or perhaps the boy who had come up to her and asked if she was a journalist was only trying to 'chat her up' as they say. He did try to buy her a drink though Edith had politely declined. Watching the party and all the various interactions was far too interesting and required all of her attention, and after a little bit of small talk the boy had drifted off. Edith didn't take the faintly disappointed look on his face to heart though, there were plenty of other girls here and if there was one thing she noticed about teenaged boys it was that they tended to get back on their feet pretty quickly. Sometimes too quickly for Edith's taste.
Promptly forgetting about the boy who had been nice enough to offer to buy her a drink but had forgotten to mention his name, Edith let her hazel eyed gaze roam over the gathering. She took in the sights and sounds of what the club had to offer with a certain kind of academic hunger. Aside from the advances in technology and medicine, Edith was also curious to see how customs and mannerisms had also evolved down the ages. Clothing styles that would have been scandalous when Edith was a normal mortal girl was the norm now for one thing. And from the way some of the girls here were dancing? They would surely have made many a society matron faint. Thinking about how own uptight mother and aunts would have reacted to such a scene made a small smile spread across Edith's features. Though in all honesty, the wouldn't get around to taking a look at the party after getting an eyeful of what Edith was currently wearing. It was nothing revealing in the least, but it was a tuxedo suit and pants on a woman was more or less the ultimate taboo. Edith had however chosen this get up because of said taboo. It was her own private joke, her way of saying that she was never going to wear swishy skirts or elaborate dresses to any party ever again. She was so busy indulging in these self satisfied thoughts that she didn't noticed that she was being watched. At least until the boy opened his mouth and uttered the name that made Edith feel hot and cold all over.
Celeste...
Celeste? It was her middle name and something she had not gone by for close to a century. Even her sisters didn’t know that the name used to belong to her so who…? Logic kicked in about a second later though and Edith told herself that there could be another camper at the clearing who’s name was Celeste. Still, she could not help but turn and the sight of the caller made Edith pause. Most of all it was his eyes that caught her attention, his gaze piercing through her and dragging up long buried memories. The ocean. Laughter. Sharing knowing looks across the dance floor of a boring party. He was looking at her still…he knew her name. Who are you? Edith shook herself. This was silly and wrong…the person she was thinking about lead a life without her and was long dead.
She turned away, rejecting the boy and the memory of those eyes. Funny how she had been so smug when she thought about the past. It certainly didn't waste it's time in biting her in the backside!
Word count: 686 Muse: Died a bit at the end. Tags: Cole.
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Cole Pierce
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Post by Cole Pierce on Sept 24, 2010 1:11:31 GMT -7
Let’s face it.
He wasn’t exactly the type of guy who’d go for silly things such as romantic ideals. He was blunt and brash and extremely arrogant, and he doubted he could stay long with somebody before she’d bore him out of his mind. Cole Pierce and the word romantic shouldn’t even be in the same sentence. One could consider it a crime even. He was practical and his “relationships,” if those could even be called that, that he had with women were usually Wham! Bam! Thank you, Maam! Moments. It would take a lot more on the girl’s part to unnerve and pin down this flitting butterfly.
And yet, as Cole stared at the girl in front of him, his hands raised as if he wanted to touch her, he felt a sudden sense of foreboding that a net was coming down on him. He wondered what Leeland, Keller and Flynn would make of that and mentally grimaced. It wasn’t that hard picturing them out laughing hard at him.
When the girl turned around to face him and her eyes made contact with his, Cole thought he saw a brief look of confusion and doubt in there. Then it was gone and he wondered what that was all about. Conscious now of his hand still hovering in the air, he let it fall to his side where it balled to a fist as if he had regretted what he just did. He tried a smile to cover up his discomfiture before pocketing both his hands, not trusting himself to have them out in the open anymore. “Sorry, I thought you were someone else,” he managed to say in a casual manner, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly to hide what he was feeling. It was a strange emotion, embarrassment that is. Usually, it was him doing that to someone else, not the other way around. Being on the receiving end wasn’t exactly what Cole called pleasant.
Then she turned her back on him and he headed out to a barstool, quickly signaling the bartender for vodka and trying much hard not to look back. He slowly sipped the contents of his glass, feeling the hot liquid burn the inside of his throat and slide into his gut. One good thing about being a son of Dionysus was that he never gets drunk no matter how high the levels of alcohol were in his system. Cole could drink all night, finish every single drop of booze in the place, and he still wouldn’t feel the least bit woozy. Aftereffects, such as the next morning’s hangover, were unheard of by him too. But really, it wasn’t that completely surprising considering that his father is the god of wine himself. And yes, of Madness as well too. This is probably the reason why most of this god’s children never seem to be as “normal” as the other demigods in the Academy. Insanity flows hot and true in their veins.
Then again, the connotation of normalcy at the Mortal world compared to the Half Blood realm wasn’t what you exactly call the same. Because seriously, monsters and creatures that humans believe exist only in dreams? Yeah, they were an everyday thing at school. Demigods eat beasts for breakfast. Sometimes, quite literally. Cole remembered last year when Hyppalektryons’ omelettes were served as one of the main dishes in the Easter feast. These beings with the front half of a horse and the rear end of rooster weren’t really that mythological as most people would think. And then there were others too. Fire-breathing dragons and hellhounds and furies and if he’d stay there and name every damn monster in the book, it would take him a year to completely list them all out.
Leaning forward in the counter, he lifted his glass and swirled the clear liquid with the ice, trying to distract himself from returning his gaze back to the girl. He wasn’t exactly sure how he had known that she had hazel eyes, considering it was kind of dark here inside the place. He wondered if maybe he had seen her before. She seemed so terribly familiar and yet so different, he had second thoughts if maybe he had just imagined those things earlier. Mind tricks and all those shindigs.
It baffled him too, the visions. Laid-back and happy-go-lucky as Cole was, he knew that dreams and premonitions were not to be taken lightly as they were usually messages of utmost importance from the gods themselves. But for the life of him, he could not pinpoint what exactly were those snotty Olympians trying to communicate. He wasn’t even sure what it had to do with the girl too.
There’s no doubt that she was a looker… if you like the innocent, virginal type. But Cole, being the guy that he is, usually steers clear out of their way for three reasons. One, he was a player, and girls like that usually end up being clingy and whiny when he tries to break off with them. Two, if the clinging and whining won’t work, guilt trips are usually next. And three, although he won’t much admit it, the guilt trips do work, and more often than not, he finds himself pissed off for letting them get into him. It didn’t bode well for his reputation as one of the Academy’s resident bad boys to show any hint of pity or compassion. Appearances, you know?
Inwardly irritated with himself and deciding that he was acting like a sissy and very much unlike his usual arrogant ass with all these avoiding, he turned around slightly in his seat to study her quite obviously. His unabashed gaze raked all over her body, trying to observe and determine what to make of her. The multicolored lights in the dimness of the club casted shadows and flashes on her face, playing with her features and making her look almost mysterious. In a way, it was kind of enchanting and hypnotic. Cole suddenly had the vague notion that he was being put under some kind of trance, considering how looking at her seemed to drown out even the loud blast of noise in the room.
It was a full half-hour before he had finally settled that he had done enough gawking. Downing his vodka in one gulp, he slammed the glass on the counter and slapped dollar bills on it too for good measure. He slowly stood up and swaggered his way over to the girl, keeping his unwavering intense eyes fixed on her. Cole wasn’t sure what he’s going to say. Hell, he wasn’t even sure why he’s doing this. And it’s not like he can blame his actions on the alcohol either. Maybe it was the madness coursing in his blood?
He had only taken a few steps however, when he got distracted and halted along the way, as some giggling females suddenly blocked his path and decided that it was just the right time to introduce themselves to him. Momentarily taking off his gaze away from the girl he had been staring at, he quickly brushed them off with Cole raising his voice impatiently, to be heard amidst the deafening music, that he just wasn’t interested. It took quite a while, a great deal of hand gestures, and his temper running paper thin, before they finally left him alone. When he looked up and couldn’t find the girl he had seen earlier, he muttered a very audible curse to nobody in particular. Cole didn’t waste any more time as he half-shoved dancing people out of his way, trying to get to the place where he had seen her last standing. His searching look scanned the entire room, his head turning in every direction hoping to catch a glimpse of her again.
Reaching the area and realizing that the girl was gone, he scowled darkly, brows coming together in a line, while a muscle moved dangerously in his jaw. It was as if she had just suddenly disappeared. Knowing the nature of his kind, it wasn’t unlikely that she too was a daughter of some goddess or god with that ability. Still… Cole couldn’t feel a little disappointed that he wasn’t able to talk to her at least.
Shaking his head and jamming his hands into his pockets, he let out a huge exhale.
Bah. Women.
Music: Don’t trust a hoe. Never trust a hoe. Won’t trust a hoe. Don’t trust Cole. Muse: Surprisingly got revived listening to this song.twist my nipples Notes: Got Mags’ permission for Edith disappearing. Maybe she went to the bathroom? ;D
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Edith Vanderbilt
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Post by Edith Vanderbilt on Sept 27, 2010 0:50:37 GMT -7
Simply putting it, Edith was just the type of person who had a big appetite when it came to books and reading. She had always been a girl with a healthy sense of curiosity, and once she was free of her mortal life and the ridiculous social notion that a girl should not concern herself with books and newspapers and knowledge in general, Edith would often fill up her time by reading. While out in the wilds with Lady Artemis and the rest of her sisters, she would always have a book or two in her pack though obviously her stint at the Academy had only made indulging this hobby all the easier. Despite the fact that the spawn of Olympians, Titans and monsters were plagued by dyslexia and ADHD, the Academy had a very large library and a very extensive collection of books to fill it up with. Maybe it was all for the look of the thing, since it was generally agreed upon that institutions of learning should have some sort of sprawling library, or perhaps the staff had included a library in the hopes that some of the students would find use for it if it were actually there but whatever the reasons behind it, Edith often used the place as some sort of refuge. How she wished she had gone there tonight and not have given in to the temptation to people watch. If she had she would not have found herself staring into a gaze that made her mouth go dry and made the memories of a less then pleasant time in her mortal life rush up to meet her. The look of mixed confusion and unease that passed across Edith's face also severed to make her appear vulnerable. Disorientated, she tore her gaze away from the boy's eyes where it landed on his outstretched hand. It was a blessing for both parties that he didn't actually move to touch her. Those memories had caused a kind of coiled up tension to built up inside Edith and a touch, no matter how innocent, would have caused her to lash out at him.
He said something to her, apologizing for mistaking her for someone else and the sound of his voice made her skin tingle. Sometimes Edith would hear a voice that would be more or less an echo of other voices of other people that she had known as a mortal girl but this voice wasn't like an echo at all. It was altogether too vivid, as if the person that this boy was reminding her of was standing there and speaking to her. Edith didn't know how or why this could be but it hurt the memories becoming knife sharp, ripping open the wounds that she thought had been long healed. Edith said nothing to him in reply, it was rude but she didn't trust herself to open her mouth and speak. She would demand to know who he was and had a feeling that she would not like the answer. It didn't take much for her to turn and walk away from him and Edith let the crowd swallow her up, trying not think of the fact that she was running away from a male. The calm confidence that she had come to the club with was shattered and she looked for a place to hide so that she could pick up the pieces in peace. Finding such a place, Edith leaned against comforting pillar and pinched the bridge of her nose. She wished that Rhodes were here, or another one of the Huntresses then she wouldn't have to feel so alone with all these memories out to get her.
Towards the end of it, Edith's mortal life had been a tangled snarl of personal betrayal and he was at the heart of it. The boy that she had thought about be her salvation had abandoned her, teaching her that there were no such things as knights in shining armor or guardian angles. You couldn't trust a man with a promise, any more then you could trust a raging alcoholic with a bottle of fine whiskey. As always, when she was reminded of these pesky facts, Edith would relay on anger to push keep the memories at bay. As if answering her prayers, a wave of such an emotion hit her, causing Edith's eyes to snap open. She looked over the crowd, and found a Daughter of Ares. That was understandable, she had heard about how the children of Ares could inspire rage and she welcomed the feeling as it washed over her. The blessing of Artemis would keep her from getting too carried away but Edith made a mental note to dedicate a portion of her meal to Ares as well the next time she was at the dining pavilion. Pushing herself from the pillar, Edith straightened her shoulders. Aside from that wave of anger, Edith had also felt the sensation of being looked at. She had hunted enough times to know when she was being watched and decided that she should feel irritated by this instead of being fooled into looking in the boy's direction again. Flipping open her notebook and slipping her pen out of her pocket, Edith tried to go back to people watching and making notes.
But it seemed as if he wasn't going to let her do that. Even though she told herself to ignore him, Edith noticed when the boy got up from his barstool and headed in her direction. She did not want to run away again, but certainly did not feel like just standing there and having him approach her. She still didn't trust herself not to ask him any stupid questions and was relieved when some girls stopped him on his way to her. Edith knew enough about girl behavior and body language to tell with a glance that they were flirting with him. The thought made her wrinkle her nose in distaste and..something else that she didn't want to acknowledge but they couldn't hold him for very long and soon he was staring in her direction once more. Still unsure of what to do and hating it, Edith melted back into the crowd surrounding them, using her training as a Huntress to hide herself from view. And now it was her turn to watch him, and she took note of the dark frown on his face. The way a muscle in his jaw moved as if he was annoyed that he hadn't managed to catch her. Edith knew that she should just leave, but despite that knowledge, she found herself moving forward.
"What do you want? Is there anything you might like me to help you with?" Her tone was cold and she carried herself with all the haughtiness of the old New York socialite that she once was. This of course was ruined by the fact that she could not bring herself to meet his gaze dead on.
Word count: 1180 Muse: Working. Tags: Cole.
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Post by Jacob Orion on Oct 5, 2010 14:28:11 GMT -7
"You're too kind, I'm sure if you had a near century to practice, and play with it, you'd have no problems at all," Orion smiled sweetly, quite happy that things were back under control, when a weedly little man in coke bottle glasses, a cheap suit and carrying a scheduler book came up to him. Orion didn't purposely ignore the little man, it was just that the little man's voice was lost in the music and conversation going on around him, and well you can't blame a Hermes kid for having the attention span of a gnat. Orion went right back to chatting with his patron and enjoying the pulsing energy around him.
"Yo Boss," It was one of the hulking sons of the Titan Bob, he had hired for security, plowing his way through the crowd like a bulldozer, which didn't seem to phase him in the least.
"Yeah Bob?" Orion asked with mild amusement as the weedy little man scurried in Bob's wake. Bob didn't reply just nodded his head towards the main stage. "Oh right, I'm on it," Orion replied remembering that he had to make a quick announcement before the party could really kick off. He wormed his way through the crowd overhearing the indignant weedy little man complaining,
"I have been trying to get his attention for over an hour, and here it took you 30 seconds..." He ranted growing cherry faced as Bob just shrugged and answered back, "What? I have a way with people, so sue me," Orion couldn't help but laugh out loud as he finally recognized the little man as the Club's Master Scheduler. "I'll make it up to him later," he though grinning like a Cheshire cat as he took the stage.
"Good Evening Half-Blood Academy!" Orion Bellowed into the microphone as cheers rose to the rafters. "I hope you all have been enjoying yourselves this evening, I am you host, the O-mazing Orion," He paused for a few cheers from those who either really liked his shows, or just liked to party, he preferred to think of them as fans. "Thank you thank you. I am here to tell you that the party hasn't even really started yet. Club Orion has four amazing floors of entertainment for you. Down below, in the Underground, we have DJ Wolf spinning the hottest dance and rave music you will hear this side of Apollo's Temple on Olympus. Right here in the Lounge our House DJs will keep pumping the kick ass rockin' music you all love. For those looking for a little private fun talk to Titan Bob, our head of security, and he'll make sure you get a key. At midnight, in the Cabaret, I will be preforming my Vegas style, Lotus Casino honed and perfected, Cabaret show. And on the Roof Top Patio, it is Armature Hour Karaoke! From now til midnight all drinks from the Roof Top Patio are ON THE HOUSE," Orion had to stop and let the cheers die down for a moment.
"So make yourselves at home and please ENJOY CLUB ORION!" He called out, and all the doors to the other floors flew open inviting one and all to enjoy everything that Club Orion had to offer.
Word Count: 564 Muse: Not too bad Notes: Orion is out of this thread, and will be starting one in the Cabaret in the near future. Feel free to start new threads in any of the floors. If you want to start a thread in the Private Rooms, shoot me a PM and we'll go from there. Have fun!
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Cole Pierce
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Post by Cole Pierce on Oct 24, 2010 5:25:38 GMT -7
In a way, it was kind of amazing how he had managed to single out and hear her tone in a room full of people filled to the brim with loud pounding music. But he did. Maybe he had sensed her presence. Maybe he had felt her dagger looks behind his back. Maybe he had known deep in his gut that she’d never really left. Either way however, Cole Adam Pierce--- arrogant son of Dionysus, notorious playboy, and one of the four most infamous, most outrageous manwhores in campus, slowly turned around to face the owner of that voice.
As a pair of blue eyes descended on her, there was a brief, almost fleeting moment where he seemed to be caught off-guard on how she seemed to project toughness and innocence all at the same time. But the expression on his face was gone so quickly, you would think you’ve only imagined it. He forced himself to be casual like he usually was. Cole automatically turned on his careless charm, and his shoulders gradually relaxed. A small smile of easygoing appreciation made its way across his features as his eyes swept over the girl he had been searching for just a second ago.
She seemed quite miffed about something, although her gaze not meeting his let out the impression she was uncomfortable on his being near her. Raising one dark eyebrow in amusement, Cole tilted his head slightly to the side, unabashedly studying, with a faint smirk on, the female in front of him. He seemed to be thinking what to make of her, almost like he was trying to read her thoughts. Earlier’s visions completely unnerved him, but the more he took in the sight of her, the more he was returning back to his normal laid-back self. He had no idea what made him think otherwise earlier. Perhaps he was wrong to quickly assume anything with the dream flashes. Perhaps those were just instantaneous momentary tricks of the eye. They were probably nothing. He shouldn’t be making such a big deal out of them. After all…
She’s just a girl.
Yeah, Cole had his fair share of women and he had his misadventures with the lot of them. A young nun at a convent… a weeping daughter at her father’s funeral… two lovely sisters…
He had them and more. There was even that time he had been in hiding for a week because four jealous boyfriends hunted for his head all at the same time. They didn’t find it amusing at all to find him naked in the same bed with their girlfriends. Not that he could blame them. He guessed it wasn’t their fault they were dead boring as mud and couldn’t well satisfy their girlfriends.
Sometimes he wondered what happened to those girls he left behind though. Did they break up? Did they get into trouble? He supposed he’d never know. Cole never stayed long enough to find out.
He was only there for the moment.
He had clarified it with every girl he’d been with though, that he was just all in it for fun. Nothing serious. The instant that they’d start acting like they were putting him on a leash, he was gone before they could say pony. Probably he longest he had stayed with a girl was a week. And even that had been pushing it.
On the bright side however, one advantage of always being chased by murderous guys was that he‘d been able to improve his stealth and speed. All those unconscious trainings would certainly come in handy at CTF, especially since he was such a lazy-ass during practice sessions.
A very well-known flirt, Cole Pierce was just the kind of guy fathers won’t trust their daughters with… or their wives.
“I’d want to buy you a drink.” He said slowly, his voice a soft caress in the midst of the pandemonium around them. Cole wasn’t sure she’d even hear him, but he kept his eyes calmly leveled on hers even though she didn’t stare back. Her perfectly arched eyebrows drawn together in a line, however, made her annoyance with him quite obvious. Did he have an effect on her? He allowed himself to arrogantly wonder.
What was a good girl like her doing in a place like this? People around, including him, were animals. It was clear she didn’t fit in with the crowd. A small voice nagged at the back of his mind, telling him to stay away because the girl smelled of trouble, but he brushed it away. Tonight, he was going to tear down the rules he had set for himself.
She was a prude, her entire demeanor screamed of that.
But she was also a provocation.
And Cole wasn’t about to back down from the challenge.
What harm could arise from that?
Leaning back, hands still in his pockets, his eyes glinted.
Let the hunt begin.
Notes: Sorry it took so long. Got… distracted. *grins* Muse: You don’t want to know.twist my nipples Music: Erm… Animals by Nickelback. Artemis don’t know that you were missing. She’d be pissed if she could see the parts of you that I’ve been kissing…
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Edith Vanderbilt
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Post by Edith Vanderbilt on Feb 2, 2011 23:50:22 GMT -7
You are a weakling! Edith thought furiously to herself. It had been years....decades actually that she had stood in front of a man with her eyes downcast like this. Being a Huntress meant living in a world where males were less then second class and it felt wrong to not be looking this boy dead in the eyes. Anything less then telling him to make his way to Hades and then helping him by putting an arrow through his eye went against her training and everything she had been taught. Worse still she could not shake off the feeling that she had been in this position with him before. Dancing and laughter in a very crowded room...them squaring off with each other like this...an image from very long ago superimposed itself so vividly on the present that Edith could almost feel the whalebone corset that she was not wearing tighten up against her body, cutting off her air supply.
...Or perhaps that was just the bony hands of the Fates closing in on her.
Whatever it was, it felt as if she was being choked from the inside out and as Edith tried very desperately to pull herself together she once again wished for the presence of her sisters. Stupid to think that she could handle this on her own. She should have just ran when she had the chance. It was a good thing that Artemis was not here right now, certainly the Goddess would be shamed by how Edith was behaving. She was being punished for the arrogance and lapse of judgment for there was no stopping the torrent of memories and the emotions that came with them.
He was looking at her...she could feel it. The weight of his gaze pressing down on her like something unwanted. Edith could sense it as it traveled up and down her person. She was being given the, once over as they called it these days but no matter the term she had never liked being on the receiving end of it. Like she was something to be bought...Like a piece of meat that was ready to be eaten. Edith gritted her teeth, finally finding another spark of anger within her that she could hold onto. Hopefully it would carry her through this encounter and let her leave it with her sanity in tact.
Don't be a fool! She continued to rail at herself. Yes, he is familiar but why is this so! How is this so! Those were valid questions and she horded them, anger and logic both providing a potent shield against the feelings that had came so close to overwhelming her. The only reason she could come up with was magic. Despite the best efforts of school authorities, students here still threw their abilities around like nobody's business. This one could be playing a trick on her. Unsettle her enough so that she'd fall prey to whatever game he was playing. Once she found the answers she could stop being so...afraid (there she had said it) of him and everything that he inspired.
As if on cue he provided her with an opening, telling her that he wanted to buy her a drink. Fine. With effort she dragged her gaze to him and though she tried for defiant the look in them was just sad as she took him in. "Of course." Edith said in a formal tone and then moved toward the bar. Since he was in the way, she had to brush past him to reach her destination. That very slight contact made her grit her teeth and she did not look over her shoulder at him to confirm that he was following her.
"I'll have Zeus' Rusty Nail." Edith said to the bartender, naming a mocktail with a ridiculous name. It was also ridiculously priced, the most expansive drink there which was exactly why she had chosen it. Taking a deep breath she steadied herself before saying,
"I thought it was always introduction before drinks?" It was an invitation for him to tell her his name. In any sense, Edith wasn't going to be telling hers before then. But what would it matter really, he had already called her Celeste earlier that night.
Word count: 721 Muse: There. Distracted. It's a bit off at the end, I apologize.
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Cole Pierce
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Post by Cole Pierce on Mar 10, 2011 1:21:36 GMT -7
She was intimidated by him.
He could smell it from her like a panther would to his prey.
A very fitting comparison indeed, considering that Cole Pierce was one of the 4 notorious baddest boys in the entire campus. It was common knowledge to those who know him that his cold tin heart was painted jet black as a panther's fur would be. A coincidence perhaps, or maybe not. Jungle cats were some of Dionysus' sacred animals afterall.
And like a big cat, Cole lazily surveyed her up and down, curiously and calculatingly as if trying to make what of her. He could sense her discomfort and her masking of it, and he wondered if he should try to ease her around him or if it would be more fun to see her more unnerved. He inclined his head slightly to the side, a half-smile curling up the corner of his mouth while he studied her. She certainly wasn't dressed to impress nor entice, and yet even her loose, out-of-place clothes werent enough to hide the soft curves of her breasts or the length of her thighs or the firmness of her round ass.
She was ridiculously pretty. It wasn't that hard to mentally undress her.
He saw her eyes flashed bright with defiance when she finally met his gaze, almost daring him to say something teasing about this small act of bravado. Cole almost chuckled in amusement, but he guessed she wouldn't like it that much so he held it in. His smile turned to a smirk when she moved past and brushed slightly against him. It was only a light contact and yet, he knew that that it would have had made her more uneasy. From behind he, he didn't miss the opportunity to check out the sway of her hips or the chance to enjoy the sight of her butt. His face fell a little though when he heard her call out her order.
Quickly arranging his expression into an unaffected one, he followed her and signaled to the bartender the same drink he ordered earlier, sitting closely to the barstool beside so that his elbow and the girl's elbow touched. It didnt help much that the club was pretty crowded and some guy from Cole's other side was pushing him nearer towards the blond girl. He could have just as easily pushed the other guy away, but he was much too amused and curious to know how the girl would react to it. Letting himself just be pushed, he made more physical contact with her than what was necessary and he almost felt sorry their drinks arrived. It was the signal that he had to stop the guy to keep the liquids in their glasses from spilling over.
Cole wasnt exactly the smooth, conceited, arrogant type. He's more of the rough around the edges, blunt and brash, laidback, turtley kind. Though not mean, he has, however, the cynical and disbelieving nature, cruel and callous only when the need arises. With him, there's no sweet-talking, no beating around the bush, no flatteries...Nothing of that sort. There was only his view and what he thinks of the subject at hand. Others would find this incredibly rude, but not to Cole. To him it was either take it or leave it. Oddly enough, most of the chicks seem to dig it that way. God knows how many have thrown themselves at him.
He wasnt especially fond of small chat too. For Cole, talking was much too overrated. He doesnt initiate conversations, however if he finds the one talking to him interesting, he usually makes an exception. Such as the blonde beside him.
Swirling slowly his ice cubes inside his glass of vodka, he lifted it to his lips and drank the contents, feeling the bitter liquid burn the inside of his throat as it hotly coursed its way to his gut. It felt wonderful. Making a contented Aaaaahhh sound, he turned slightly in his seat to face her as he slammed his glass on the counter. "Cole Pierce from Dionysus Residence," he said, leaning in just a bit closer so that she can hear him above the noise. As he pulled back straight, he gave her a cheeky wink. "And you are?"
As soon as the last word left his mouth, the bartender that was just in front of them moved farther to entertain another costumer, and the dim light of the bar in that place hit her in a way that casted a soft glow about her. Startled, Cole paused. He remembered what he had asked and he wondered to himself if his question was about her name or what she was to him. Afterall, she had seemed incredibly familiar, almost as if she was part of a lingering remnant of some random memory. He couldn't be too sure which one it was or if it's just him having these kinds of thoughts .Finally unable to resist, he furrowed his brow in concentration.
"Have we met?"
It sounded like a pick-up line, and quickly realizing his error because that wasn't his intent, he covered it was a nonchalant shrug and a casual smile.
"Or maybe it was someone else."
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