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Post by Ariel Spencer on Oct 5, 2011 8:28:18 GMT -7
Ariel was having a horrible, terrible day. The kind that made her want to cross her arms over her chest and pout. It had combined all the elements of things that made her annoyed and to make it worse the day was far from over. First there was a double period of Math in the morning, which shot her mood right to Hades. And then the mean new math teacher had picked on her and wasn't even very patient as she was struggling to answer an equation that had more twists then a hydra's head all tied up in knots. Third, it seemed that only she thought the question had been difficult. Ariel had caught whispers like 'Wow..she's that thick.' coming from the back of the class and that had thrown her concentration off even more.
Fourth, there was also a double period of weapons training and while Ariel had successfully stabbed her dummy in the face, she couldn't for the life of her get her sword out. She was tugging and tugging and tugging on it now, even going so far as to brace her right foot on the dummy's chest. She knew she looked silly, but Ariel didn't appreciate being laughed at the second time in a day. "Come on you stupid sword.." She muttered to herself, her movements getting more and more urgent. This also proved to be a mistake on her part because Ariel's hands slipped on the hit of the sword and inertia sent her staggering backwards into a satyr carrying an arm load of swords and shields and things.
The result? Two dented shields and a death glare from her daughter of Ares training instructor. Ariel squirmed under that gaze, biting down on her lower lip as she was reprimanded for carelessness in front of the entire class. She wanted to run away to the ocean and just hide there but that was not an option as those dented shields were thrust on her with the command to go to the forge to get them fixed.
Seeing that she had taken a pledge in her journal to avoid Paul at all costs, the forge was not a place that she wanted to be. There was the possibility that he would not be anyone near that place but judging from how her day was going. Sighing, Ariel dragged her feet to the forge, holding the shields like they might turn into snakes and bite her. She circled the place twice to check if Paul was around and since she could not procrastinate any longer tip toed in.
Oh it would be so bad if he were in here, though maybe he'd ask why she hadn't been around to see him since he got back. Maybe for once he'd notice that she hadn't been around much or maybe her absence had made him miss her or maybe she should look at where she was going.
Fifth in the list of bad things that happened on Ariel Spencer's bad day. Walking into a whole stand of spears and knocking them right over. When the banging and clanging finally stopped, Ariel opened her eyes to find a spears cluttered haphazardly at her feet. Was it too late to run?
Word count: 554 Muse: Here. Tags: Paul.
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Paul Haxon
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Post by Paul Haxon on Oct 11, 2011 9:19:24 GMT -7
There was always something about the fire that fascinates Hephaestus children. Whether it be the angry roaring red flames at the forges or the soft flicking light of a candle during a blackout, Hephy kids thrived in the safety of its wonderful heat, comforting them with its crackling lullaby, quite similar to how the waves at the shore calm Poseidon children.
Not everyone was gifted (or cursed) with the power of Fire, but each one of them Hephaestus children, could feel it burn and circulate nonetheless through their veins. Perhaps that was the reason why Paul Haxon was spending his free time right now, hammering with precision and skill the finishing touches of his frisbee that he had been working on for the past 3 days now. The frisbee in itself was, except for it made in shiny Titanium, looked just like any other flying disk---light, round, and common--- except for that small bronze button in the center. Once pressed, four curved, but wickedly sharp celestial bronze blades appear around the titanium circle, making the entire weapon look like a bigger version of a ninja shuriken.
So consumed was Paul with his work that it was only the loud crashing noise outside that startled him back to reality. Furrowing his dark brows, he set aside his hammer and chisel, and took off his coal-stained apron and blackened gloves, wondering what in Zeus’ name could it be that that made all the ruckus. Were Hermes kids pranking again? He hoped it wasn’t them. He had already caught 2 sneaking in that week. Haxon hoped they didn’t call for more back-up. Frowning, he decided to investigate. He didn’t exactly hurry, but his strides were long and pretty soon he had reached outside. The cool breeze hit his bare chest, fanning over him as he stepped out of the entrance. It was a welcomed feeling, as the heat inside the forges can sometimes make even the best blacksmiths drenched with perspiration. That was partly the reason why he takes off his shirt when working there. The other part was that he’d rather not have the laundry nymphs pissed off again when they see the work they have to do with his clothes.
Thinking that he’d not be gone for too long, he didn’t bother putting on something to cover himself up. It would probably just take a few minutes to drive those damn Hermes kids away. What he didn’t expect, however, was the sight of D.J.’s kid sister, Ariel, greeting him and he couldn’t contain his surprise.
“Ariel?”
He walked over to her and bent his knees so that he was at eye level with the redhead. Judging from the scattered spears around her and near her feet, he was willing to bet that she had bumped into them and landed on her butt. Her bright red hair was askew, and she looked ready to kick herself at that moment like a child that knew she was in deep trouble.
Studying her for a couple of seconds, Paul then shook his head and chuckled amusedly before raising a hand to sweep aside a few locks of hair that had fallen across her eyes. Blue orbs stared back at him.
“What are you doing here?”
Notes: None Muse: Clueless Music: What Makes You Beautiful
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Post by Ariel Spencer on Oct 16, 2011 8:08:43 GMT -7
I should get up. That thought was running around in circles in Ariel's head and she knew it was the best course of action yet she could not get her butt to move. This was largely due to the fact that she did not want to go inside the forge. Going inside would mean getting the shields fixed and then that would mean going back to class and struggling through another fun filled hour of arms training. She was probably going to get death looks from the instructor because of what she did and Ariel didn't fancy someone looking at her like she was something good to eat.
So she sat there, staring sullenly at the fallen spears until she heard someone come out of the forge. Please let it be Leland. Please let it be Leland. Please let it be Leland. She had even shut her eyes to pray but it seemed that the Fates were having none of it. Ariel wrinkled her nose as she heard Paul's all too familiar voice and thought about what she had promised her journal. He did talk to me first though, she thought to herself though before she could make her decision Paul was pushing back her hair and the feel of his fingers brushing against her skin sent her blushing.
Ariel flinched, her eyes snapping open to stare at him. Oh Gods of Olympus...why did he have to be shirtless!? Ariel wasn't a prude and she had DJ for an older brother but if it was possible her cheeks turned redder. It wasn't fair, he was not supposed to look like an ad for body oil. How did anyone expect her to talk much less answer a question with him looking like he did? Ariel stared for a couple more minutes, probably looking like more of a fool before she suddenly moved and held out the dented shields in front of her. At least they blocked her line of sight, though now she knew that it wasn't only men who were guilty of staring at chests.
"These need fixing." She said, but because she was mumbling it all came out jumbled and sounding like 'theseneedfixing'. Ariel cleared her throat and tried again. "These..need fixing. Please.." She peeked out from behind the shield to look at Paul, careful to meet his gaze and not let it go any lower.
Word count: 405 Muse: Er..well Tags: Paul
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Post by Paul Haxon on Oct 21, 2011 2:46:52 GMT -7
Paul looked at Ariel with obvious amusement, mirth making his eyes dance, softening his usual tough persona. He had known Ariel eversince he could remember. She was his bestfriend's sister, and she usually tags along with him and D.J. during their misadventures. He supposed she adores her older brother much. The girl was always so quiet and shy with Paul, but when D.J. was near, she becomes chatty and talkative, temporarily forgetting her reserve. Right now though, D.J. wasn't in sight and she had retreated back into the timid girl she was.
It wasn't that Paul hadn't tried initiating talk with her. He had, actually. Countless of times. But Ariel always seem to clam up and become silent when he nears her. Finally, after so many tries, he had concluded that maybe it was just her nature to be like that. It wasn't a problem really. She was like a child in so many ways. Ariel was a sweet girl, albeit a little ditzy, and she never bothers him or make a lot of fuss. Though her carefreeness always lands her into a lot of trouble, her bubbliness gets her out of it. She was most comfortable with herself than with other people, and her smile was always infectious. Even now, as she sits there on the floor, looking guilty and embarassed, Paul couldn't help but throw her a grin, hoping that it would somehow calm her down and tell her that it was alright. He had seen more messes made by the Academy's Hermes children. Her cluttering of the spears weren't that bad to fret about. Paul was only glad that Ariel didn't get herself hurt when they fell around her.
"This one?" he asked, taking the shield that she had handed out to him. He had caught her looking at him earlier, and he immediately thought that he was most likely that grimy from working at the forges that he was inrecognizable as a human. Add to that, he was sweaty and smelly. She probably thought I was a monster or something. He shrugged inwardly. I'll take a bath later. There's work to be done.
He inspected the shield. It was old and dented, but he suppose he could still fix it. "You can pick this up later this afternoon. It'll be a piece of cake." He looked at her and grinned again, an effort to make her at ease. Hopefully he doesn't scare her by how he looked like at the present. He pushed himself up with the shield, and stood. "Does anything hurt?" Glancing down at her, he offered her his hand to help her get up from the ground too. At least his palm was clean enough. It was the gloves he'd been wearing earlier that got much of the work dirt.
Notes: Short. -_-' Muse: Keeps getting distracted Music: I had a hard time finding a song to listen to to get this started up.
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