Post by Roland Prescott on Oct 23, 2011 8:01:20 GMT -7
It was slightly unusual to see Roland out and about at this time in the afternoon. Usually he lurked around Academy in the evenings and would stay up until past curfew...an act which had earned him several lectures from Bob. Not only did the old Titan want to much on his skull he didn't seem to understand that Roland was simply more inclined to the darkness. As the son of the God of Fear, he needed to put 'bump' in the phrase, 'things that go bump in the night'. It was his duty, though Bob only saw it as defiance. While that was partly true, Roland often wondered why the titan had to be so rigid. One would think that being alive for several thousand years would give someone imagination and a sense of humour. Couldn't he just pretend to believe in one of Roland's excuses for once? Even if it was for several seconds? Still, it would take more then boring lectures and extra chores and cleaning harpies to stop Roland from his late nights. Extra chores he could easily ignore and those beasts were really old softies once you got over how ugly they were. They were still women after all, albeit women of a different species, and all Roland had to do was spit out some lies and he was in the clear.
Heh. Prettier then Aphrodite? Dream. On. Though on second thoughts, Roland decided that he didn't want to know what went on in the dreams of harpies. Probably some really weird sh*t, he thought as he rolled his eyes. At the moment Roland was just wandering aimlessly around campus, feeling more and more resentful that he couldn't curl up under his sheets and go to sleep. But his new half sibling was kind of irritating and had the habit of blasting Lady Gaga at all hours. There was only so much of Poker Face that Roland could take before his restraint broke and he actually did some real life face poking. These were the times when he actually missed being an only child.
Siblings could be used, he thought to himself as he finally came to the lake. There were kids around it, sunbathing and swimming and rowing and generally having fun. It was kind of annoying for a second and Roland also contemplated on making them think that a Kraken was in the water. An illusion like that would freak out other kids but the students here would probably ask it for it's autograph. Rolling his eyes, he made his way to the nearest cluster of trees. He would be well hidden in them and they were close enough so that he could spy on the action with the binoculars that he currently wore around his neck. What better way then to ogle at hot girls and to stare at their butts and boobs without them turning their noses up at him or lecturing him or spewing all that 'I'm a strong minded and independent woman, who's totally like kewl! Roar!' bullsh*t. Good eye candy was eye candy that generally didn't talk back to you.
Roland cast a quick look around before he started to climb. It was wishful thinking but he hoped that he'd at least manage to catch a glimpse of girl on girl making out today.
Word count: 566
Notes: Yeah I posted something like this once before, but it had a lot of camp references instead and Riddle is not a minor god any more. Here's the second attempt.
Heh. Prettier then Aphrodite? Dream. On. Though on second thoughts, Roland decided that he didn't want to know what went on in the dreams of harpies. Probably some really weird sh*t, he thought as he rolled his eyes. At the moment Roland was just wandering aimlessly around campus, feeling more and more resentful that he couldn't curl up under his sheets and go to sleep. But his new half sibling was kind of irritating and had the habit of blasting Lady Gaga at all hours. There was only so much of Poker Face that Roland could take before his restraint broke and he actually did some real life face poking. These were the times when he actually missed being an only child.
Siblings could be used, he thought to himself as he finally came to the lake. There were kids around it, sunbathing and swimming and rowing and generally having fun. It was kind of annoying for a second and Roland also contemplated on making them think that a Kraken was in the water. An illusion like that would freak out other kids but the students here would probably ask it for it's autograph. Rolling his eyes, he made his way to the nearest cluster of trees. He would be well hidden in them and they were close enough so that he could spy on the action with the binoculars that he currently wore around his neck. What better way then to ogle at hot girls and to stare at their butts and boobs without them turning their noses up at him or lecturing him or spewing all that 'I'm a strong minded and independent woman, who's totally like kewl! Roar!' bullsh*t. Good eye candy was eye candy that generally didn't talk back to you.
Roland cast a quick look around before he started to climb. It was wishful thinking but he hoped that he'd at least manage to catch a glimpse of girl on girl making out today.
Word count: 566
Notes: Yeah I posted something like this once before, but it had a lot of camp references instead and Riddle is not a minor god any more. Here's the second attempt.