Post by Jacob Orion on Sept 14, 2010 0:01:28 GMT -7
It had taking some getting used to life at camp again, and even more so getting used to a new life at the Academy, after having been gone for so long. But the harder he looked at how things had changed, the easier to see how they had stayed the same. He had easily found and reclaimed his old bunk, The residence leader had been kind enough to help get that arranged. Orion had been delighted to find that not all of his secrets had been discovered by his siblings while he had been away, he tapped out the right places on the wall, and the panel slid away, just as smooth as silk. On the other side was Orion's old smuggler's hold, the only place that had been secure enough to keep his siblings from taking the few things he held precious. It wasn't much of a room, maybe 8 foot by 8 foot by 8 foot, but it had been Orion's favorite place, in the old days.
He carried his magic knapsack into the room, sliding the panel back into place behind him, opening another secret compartment. He set the bag on the floor and pulled out the nicest clothes, and the ones he liked the most and stashed them in a secret wardrobe and hiding the bag full of money and trinkets in the secret compartment. He snuck back out of the room grabbing some clothes as he went.
He started pulling off his dirty traveling clothes tossing them in the laundry bin, satisfied that no one had seen him, or if they had, they couldn't possibly break in. He grabbed a towel and dashed for the the showers. Not much had changed in those communal showers, not that Orion was complaining. Everyone was keeping their heads down and washing as quickly as possible to get out of the now cold water and back to their various houses, all this suited Orion just fine, he didn't need the distractions from what he was planning. The quick walk back to the house was more than enough to get the details sorted in his head. It would be considered a breech of trust, but Orion just had to know.
He pulled on his clothes, looking at a kilt hanging in the closet considering it for a moment, but no, this wasn't the kind of operation one could wear a kilt in. So he pulled on his trousers slipped his suspenders over his shoulders and walked over to the mirror. He was the same old Orion, just the setting had changed he reminded himself as he tied his bow tie. Shrugging on his tweed jacket he checked his pockets, there it was, his Skeleton key. A nifty little invention he had made himself nearly a century ago. He could configure it so that it could open and door and any lock at need, it didn't take more than a minute or two. He smiled broadly, satisfied he was presentable enough to undertake this highly risky venture.
Strolling along nonchalantly he made his way past the Dionysus Residence, where Ashley was in a deep discussion with on of the girls there, Orion couldn't help but check him out as he walked a discrete distance away. "Damn he has a cute ass," he couldn't help in thinking, but forced himself to focus again, his senses switching to over drive as he neared the Gorgan Residence.
It was immediately apparent that the occupant, one Ashley McArthur, shared no love for his mother, as all images or any indications of her, were discretely covered up or hidden. Orion cased the building with sad eyes, renewing his resolve to bring that boy happiness, even if it killed him. Satisfied that there was only one way in, and no one was within range of detection, he set his Skeleton Key to work. A short while later he was rewarded with a click, and the door swung open. Quickly stepping inside, closing the door behind him, Orion took in the scene.
It wasn't really all that different from the outside, all the Medusa or gorgan images were covered up and hidden, a simple neat bed, a tidy dresser and closet. Every thing neat and clean, but with just the slightest hint that someone actually lived there. At the foot of the bed was a locked trunk, that just seemed to call to Orion to unlock and take a peek inside. Opening it up, Orion was a bit surprised. There were all sorts of trinkets and knick-knacks, little gifts from admirers from the look of them. It surprised Orion how much stuff there was, but then again, Ashley was a very handsome boy. He closed and locked the trunk looking across the room to a nice sized work desk, with some file boxes stacked on the floor next to it.
Orion crept over to it, giving everything a once over, learning that these were new student files, he wasn't that big of a snoop, so he left them alone. There were two files set apart from the others, one was very old and dusty, the other much new and laying on top. He carefully opened the file, learning that it was Ashley's own file. The first few pages were Chiron and Pontos' notes on him, nothing too revealing there, other than he refused to use weapons which had anything to do with gorgans, but Orion had already guessed that, and was already making plans in that regard. The next page contained Newspaper clippings. They were stories on the mysterious disappearance of Evan McArthur, followed by another on the mysterious reappearance with a son in tow, the last was one on Evan's second disappearance along with his son, and the discovery of a strange stone effigy of Evan in his apartment.
"So that's why he doesn't let people get close to him, he's afraid she'll find them," Orion concluded as he closed the file, discovering the one beneath it was his own. Curiosity got the better of him, he opened it up finding nothing surprising, or of any use until he noticed a small article from the Chicago Tribune, where Orion's family had been living before his quest. It was from August 31st 1918, and told a story of how Private First Class Jacob Orion, lead an elite team behind enemy lines in Greece to liberate prisoners taken by the Axis powers. It told of how his team rescued all of the prisoners, but lost their own lives in exchange. He was being held as a home town hero...Orion couldn't read any more. He closed the file guilt ridden over every thing. He closed the file mindlessly walking back over by the bed, when he heard a key in the door lock. His mind suddenly switching to high gear, he lay down in Ashley's bed, his arms behind his head and ankles crossed, like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be lying there. The door opened and Orion called out playfully,
"Hello Sweetie,"
Word Count: 1208
Muse: Pretty damn good
Tags: Ashley
He carried his magic knapsack into the room, sliding the panel back into place behind him, opening another secret compartment. He set the bag on the floor and pulled out the nicest clothes, and the ones he liked the most and stashed them in a secret wardrobe and hiding the bag full of money and trinkets in the secret compartment. He snuck back out of the room grabbing some clothes as he went.
He started pulling off his dirty traveling clothes tossing them in the laundry bin, satisfied that no one had seen him, or if they had, they couldn't possibly break in. He grabbed a towel and dashed for the the showers. Not much had changed in those communal showers, not that Orion was complaining. Everyone was keeping their heads down and washing as quickly as possible to get out of the now cold water and back to their various houses, all this suited Orion just fine, he didn't need the distractions from what he was planning. The quick walk back to the house was more than enough to get the details sorted in his head. It would be considered a breech of trust, but Orion just had to know.
He pulled on his clothes, looking at a kilt hanging in the closet considering it for a moment, but no, this wasn't the kind of operation one could wear a kilt in. So he pulled on his trousers slipped his suspenders over his shoulders and walked over to the mirror. He was the same old Orion, just the setting had changed he reminded himself as he tied his bow tie. Shrugging on his tweed jacket he checked his pockets, there it was, his Skeleton key. A nifty little invention he had made himself nearly a century ago. He could configure it so that it could open and door and any lock at need, it didn't take more than a minute or two. He smiled broadly, satisfied he was presentable enough to undertake this highly risky venture.
Strolling along nonchalantly he made his way past the Dionysus Residence, where Ashley was in a deep discussion with on of the girls there, Orion couldn't help but check him out as he walked a discrete distance away. "Damn he has a cute ass," he couldn't help in thinking, but forced himself to focus again, his senses switching to over drive as he neared the Gorgan Residence.
It was immediately apparent that the occupant, one Ashley McArthur, shared no love for his mother, as all images or any indications of her, were discretely covered up or hidden. Orion cased the building with sad eyes, renewing his resolve to bring that boy happiness, even if it killed him. Satisfied that there was only one way in, and no one was within range of detection, he set his Skeleton Key to work. A short while later he was rewarded with a click, and the door swung open. Quickly stepping inside, closing the door behind him, Orion took in the scene.
It wasn't really all that different from the outside, all the Medusa or gorgan images were covered up and hidden, a simple neat bed, a tidy dresser and closet. Every thing neat and clean, but with just the slightest hint that someone actually lived there. At the foot of the bed was a locked trunk, that just seemed to call to Orion to unlock and take a peek inside. Opening it up, Orion was a bit surprised. There were all sorts of trinkets and knick-knacks, little gifts from admirers from the look of them. It surprised Orion how much stuff there was, but then again, Ashley was a very handsome boy. He closed and locked the trunk looking across the room to a nice sized work desk, with some file boxes stacked on the floor next to it.
Orion crept over to it, giving everything a once over, learning that these were new student files, he wasn't that big of a snoop, so he left them alone. There were two files set apart from the others, one was very old and dusty, the other much new and laying on top. He carefully opened the file, learning that it was Ashley's own file. The first few pages were Chiron and Pontos' notes on him, nothing too revealing there, other than he refused to use weapons which had anything to do with gorgans, but Orion had already guessed that, and was already making plans in that regard. The next page contained Newspaper clippings. They were stories on the mysterious disappearance of Evan McArthur, followed by another on the mysterious reappearance with a son in tow, the last was one on Evan's second disappearance along with his son, and the discovery of a strange stone effigy of Evan in his apartment.
"So that's why he doesn't let people get close to him, he's afraid she'll find them," Orion concluded as he closed the file, discovering the one beneath it was his own. Curiosity got the better of him, he opened it up finding nothing surprising, or of any use until he noticed a small article from the Chicago Tribune, where Orion's family had been living before his quest. It was from August 31st 1918, and told a story of how Private First Class Jacob Orion, lead an elite team behind enemy lines in Greece to liberate prisoners taken by the Axis powers. It told of how his team rescued all of the prisoners, but lost their own lives in exchange. He was being held as a home town hero...Orion couldn't read any more. He closed the file guilt ridden over every thing. He closed the file mindlessly walking back over by the bed, when he heard a key in the door lock. His mind suddenly switching to high gear, he lay down in Ashley's bed, his arms behind his head and ankles crossed, like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be lying there. The door opened and Orion called out playfully,
"Hello Sweetie,"
Word Count: 1208
Muse: Pretty damn good
Tags: Ashley
just wanted to pop in and say i miss yall
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