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Post by Ezra Friedman on Sept 16, 2010 23:53:01 GMT -7
He had a feeling that this year was going to be more or less a none event. This Summer had been a rather quiet one for Ezra. Usually he would be buzzing about getting the latest gossip on the goings on around campus but this couldn't be further away from the truth. He felt more then a little out of touch with everything lately and knew that it all had to do with a certain boy. But oh well..it was fun while it had lasted. Ezra would have been the first to tell you that love was a fleeting thing. He just wished it wasn't so...all consuming. A boy could loose track of all the gossip and come out with nothing worth sharing once the fires of passion had burned out.
The only thing left to do now was to reconnect with all of his contacts. This was all tedious at best, so Ezra had mostly settled on people watching. He had gotten an eyeful of that fight between a daughter of Zeus and a son of Hades. What was most intriguing was that the boy had gone off later with a boy from the Poseidon residence. There seemed to be something going on there and Ezra was just going to fan the flame of rumors even higher. Maybe the Zeus girl had lost her boyfriend to a son of Poseidon? It didn't have to be accurate, it just had to be sensational. But even people watching had it's limits. Ezra loved socializing but there was only so much he could take of people before he got sick of them.
At the moment he was at the stables. It was that time of the day when the sun was high in the sky and nobody wanted to be outside riding because it had gotten too hot. Ezra had slipped into the stables because he knew that this was when it would be the most deserted. And if he was lucky maybe he'd be able to spot another scandal. He had heard that certain people were using the stables as a place to hook up. Ezra himself didn't like the feel of straw under his naked back...but beggars couldn't be choosy. He had a feeling that it was Cole from the Dionysus residence though and made a mental note to spread that bit of information around.
Reaching the stall of his favorite Pegasus though, Ezra pushed those thoughts out of his mind. "Hey there..." He smiled at the beautiful animal, reaching into his pockets for the sugar cubes he had stashed there. This got the Pegasus' attention and soon Ezra had it eating out of his hand. "Boring day huh?" Ezra said even though the animal could not understand him.
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Post by aimeezhou on Sept 17, 2010 12:53:56 GMT -7
This was starting to get really old, really fast. It was the fourth time that week she had been picked on for her choice of clothes. Now, it was true she didn't put that much thought into matching. Well, she did but she didn't. Like today's outfit for example, at least everything had some shade of pink in it, so it did match. But that wasn't the point, the point was, she was sick of being the butt end of jokes. She wore what she liked, and that was the end of it. Aimee trudged her way through the courtyard, what was a girl to do? it was the middle of the day, doubtful there would be any parties going on. Her dark eyes slowly scanned the area. Yep, she was right, nothing much of interest going on. Nothing that would hold her interest anyway. Like most demigods Aimee struggled with the usually ADHD. But she also struggled with keeping her hold on reality. Such is the price for being a daughter of Dionysus. Her gaze turned to the stables, now there was a place she hadn't been in quite sometime. And hopefully it would hold something entertaining to do. Aimee brushed a few wayward strains of her jet black hair from her face as she slipped inside. Well, at least it was slightly cooler in here then it was outside. She stood at the entrance, letting her eyes adjust to the sudden change in brightness. A smile came across her face as she saw the different Pegasuses. Aimee always had a fondness for the creatures, they were beautiful. She stepped toward the one closest to her, and gently rubbed the soft muzzle. "Bet you don't get picked on for what you wear." Aimee mumbled half to herself and half to the animal in front of her. Another voice caught her attention and she raised her head to search for the speaker. Aimee smiled as she walked up behind him. "Don't you wish they could talk back?" She asked in a bright voice, staying a small distance away as she spoke. Words: 365 Comments: Fail post!! sorry bout that >_< Outfit: Clickit
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Post by Ezra Friedman on Oct 4, 2010 18:30:05 GMT -7
In a very absent and preoccupied manner, Ezra reached out and started to stroke and pet the Pegasus' neck. She was your typical all white mare but there was something comforting in the limpid brown eyes. Like any child of Aphrodite, Ezra could appreciate beauty and there was certainly plenty of that attribute in the creature in front of him. The graceful but powerful lines of it's body, the way the sunlight shone and reflected off it's pristine white feathers, Ezra had to wonder sometimes how a brute like Poseidon could dream up beautiful animals such as these. But he had just created normal horses right? In the quiet of his own mind Ezra like to image that it had been his mother who had somehow influenced the creation of these elegant winged ones. Maybe he was wrong, but Ezra didn't care. He had never met or spoken with Aphrodite and thought that it was his right to image what he liked about her.
The mare nudged him lightly, causing Ezra to giggle. "What am I standing here for?" He wasn't a child of Poseidon to understand the Pegasi but that mean he couldn't pretend that he did. "Oh I'm just killing time." He let out another giggle as the mare continued to nudge him rather playfully. It seemed to Ezra that she wanted him to take her out of the stables and go for a ride. But it was still too hot outside and Ezra didn't feel like sweating buckets. If there was one thing he hated on a brand new shirt it was sweat stains. "I don't think I'm going to muck out your stable for you!" He continued to joke, and since he had his right hand still full of sugar cubes Ezra used his left to wag a finger at the Pegasus. He probably looked really silly but he was alone and if you couldn't do silly things when you were alone, then when could you do them?
Or at least Ezra thought he was alone. This was shattered when a voice sounded from somewhere behind him and Ezra was so startled that he spun quickly around, dropping what was left of the sugar cubes. "Uh...wha- What?" A blush colored his cheeks and his blue eyes looked glassy and disoriented as he started to the girl who had spoken. Behind him the mare gave an irritated sounding whinny and butted her head against the small of his back, effectively sending him stumbling forward. "Uh...yeah yeah...I wish I could understand them but I think what she's trying to say now couldn't be repeated in front of a bunch of kids." He jerked his thumb at the Pegasus and got a snort from the animal in return.
Word count: 474 Muse: Sleeping. Notes: I'm very sorry at the lateness of this post. Got caught up in work and there was some other business I had to settle. Again, my apologies.
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D.J. Nelson
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Son of Poseidon
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Post by D.J. Nelson on Oct 31, 2010 9:42:35 GMT -7
It had taken far longer than anyone had anticipated, but DJ had finally gotten that pair of horses to actually take to the chases of a chariot, and start working as a team. That was a small accomplishment if that since he was supposed to be one of the more skilled horse training children of Poseidon at the Academy. It was like these two made it up in the minds that they were going to do everything they could to make him look bad, and the fact that his clothes were covered in dirt and horse sh*t, seemed to prove that point without a doubt. He was none too pleased at how difficult they had been to train, it was almost as though they were speaking in a different language, or were too dumb to realize who he was. Or more importantly, who his father was.
He drove the "demon team", as he was now want to call them, around the practice paddock, finally getting them to follow his commands. Bone tired and mentally fried he commented to the team, "It's about bloody time. Tomorrow, we'll get you two paired up with another team, and by Poseidon, we'll make a team out of you yet," apparently they didn't much care for that idea and bolted for the paddock fence, dragging DJ and his chariot behind them.
He anchored himself to the chariot as best he could, tugging the reins as far back as they could go, cursing out the dumb animals in colorful ancient Greek as he fought for control. The pair wanted to take off in different directions, but because of the harness and reins and all the other attachments that held them fast to the chariot, they were forced to work together, running full tilt toward the fence, then turning sharply just in time to send DJ and the chariot careening into the fence.
The battered training chariot didn't stand much chance, shattering into fire wood, DJ flying off, landing hard on his back, knocking the wind out of him for a time. The demon team kept running in circles trying to shake off the wreckage of the chariot remains, whinnying in terror. DJ managed to force himself upright, and stumble after the dumb brutes coughing out,
"THAT'S ENOUGH DAMNIT!" he caught hold of the reins yanking them just hard enough to get their attention and force them to stop.
"You two have to be the worst pair I have ever SEEN. I don't know what you are, maybe the bastard offspring of mules or something, but you most definitely are NOT the creations of Poseidon, that's for damn sure!" he yanked out his pocket knife and hacked off the wreckage leaving it behind as he dragged the pair back to the stables by their reins, tying them in a stall while he went back to the paddock to take care of the carnage they had left behind. He gathered up the debris tossing it all together near the ruined part of the fence grumbling to himself, then went back to the stall and brushed down the pair before they could get sick or something.
"Oliver! These two are hopeless! Tell Pontos they have to go, they will never make good chariot horses. Send them to some mustang ranch in the west or something. I have had it, they refuse to listen, they refuse to cooperate, and I am damned tired of them trying to kill me," DJ ranted at a satyr tossing the harnesses and reins into the rubbish heap.
"Nice job boss, you showed them," the Pegasus, Bucephalus snickered from his own stall.
"Quiet you, no one asked your opinion," DJ shot back moodily. "Sure, sure boss, whatever you say. Um, boss you do know there are other people hear listening to your little hissy fit right?" DJ whirled around noticing the pair for the first time, muttering under his breath, "Well f*ck,"
Word Count: 669 Muse: irritable Tags: Ezra, Aimee
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