The Old Are Reborn [Greek Gods RP] Open and Accepting

[Iam Loveless]

Destera looked over the boy, more out of courtesy for his greeting than any real curiousity. He was a strange one, though there was that beauty she had been thinking before around him. It would seem she was looking at someone who was not of the mortal plane, however he may look it. Someone much like herself. Not that it mattered to her, anyway. He was just another person who existed, one more person to add to the millions living today. Black eyes turned back to the secretary as Destera let out a soft, "Hello," her voice low and cool, much like the dark of the moon.

"Well," Mrs. Maria finally said after watching their interaction, "If you two would kindly follow me, I will take you on a tour of the school. Afterwards I will give you your schedules and then let you settle in." She gave the two a smile, more directed at Destera than Andrew, before turning and walking into the school. Not seeing much of a choice in the matter the former goddess followed. Already she wished it were night, so she could go out and enjoy it. The daylight had sapped her of most of her mental strength, as it was wont to do on occasion. She supposed it was because of what she was, and what she was affiliated with.

As they walked inside, Destera became impressed with the school all over again. The inside was tastefully decorated, with statues of the different gods and goddesses placed in different places, mixed in with large vases of flowers. The girl had a feeling she was going to like it here.

[BlackMageLeah]

Even as her carriage rolled to a stop, Arielle Christine Oliver was too absorbed in her book to notice. She did not notice the opened door, nor did she notice the breeze on her fair skin and in her long, blond hair. Shaded as they were under a scarlet messenger cap's visor that hid the upper part of her pigtails as well, a pair of bright blue eyes glimmered behind a pair of red-rimmed glasses. Neatly manicured silver nails delicately flipped the page, though the girl they were connected to did not seem to notice the sudden introduction of sunlight. She didn't seem to be aware of the world around her in the slightest, until her head snapped up at the light tap on her arm.

"We've arrived," the source of that poke informed her. It was the coachman - someone had to drive these old fashioned things.

Arielle did not make a sound; she merely gave a nod of acknowledgement and slipped slim legs out of the door. Her capri-cut pants were the same scarlet as her hat, their vibrant color a stark contrast to her simple white short-sleeved hoodie with its black ribbon accent. Once her simple white sneakered feet were set softly on the ground, it was quite clear that, despite the rather forbidding scowl on her features, she did not exactly carry an intimidating height to accompany it.

So this was Pantheon, her new school. Nothing too odd. As a life-long private school girl, she had attended her fair share of odd school buildings, so in perspective this wasn't all that different. What she could see of the decour did seem quite splendid, though.

With a rather exasperated sigh, she snapped her book shut and slipped into a red messenger bag that hung at her side. Delicate arms dangled by her sides, and trailed on the railing as she made her way up the stairs. Her glasses were reading glasses, though she never took them off since her nose was nigh constantly in a book. Farsighted, not nearsighted, Arielle's bright eyes could pick up distant details with great ease and accuracy, though she sometimes had difficulty seeing things that were right in front of her. As such, she had long since noticed the distant human forms move into the building with what appeared to be someone who worked there. With a sigh, Arielle began to run to catch up to them. Missing a tour would mean having to waste her precious time finding the library later - time that could be spent properly browsing its collection.

[Kiki_Hiraku]

Kinara fidgeted in the coach as it approached Pantheon. She was dressed in a chic black skirt and off-the-shoulder sweater her mother had insisted she wear for the first day.
‘To set a good first impression,’ the straight-laced woman had said.
Kin hoped that the dorms were ready so she could change. She pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail as the coach slowed. Pieces of flame-red hair immediately fell around her face as she hopped off the coach; the grandeur of the building was enough to make her pause in wonder. Catching movement in the corner of her eye, she looked down in time to see a small figure disappear into the building. Sighing, she grabbed her duffel and large case containing her bow. The rest of her things should have arrived already, but she didn’t trust her parents with her bow. They would’ve paid the movers extra just to dump it on the way.
Running up to the doors, she caught up with four people; one obviously worked at the school, acting as a tour guide. The others were like contrasting paintings. One of the girls was gorgeous and dark, the other intelligent and pale, and the boy was...eye-catching. Yes. That was an understatement. The teens seemed to be her age, and they were all very attractive.
They also, Kinara thought, gave off a strange vib. Like...supernatural, almost.
She nodded to the secretary. “Sorry if I’m late,” she said. “I’m Kinara Winset.” She glanced over at the boy, smiling slightly. “Nice hair.”

[x__f o r k i f i e d]

•' Andrew Carter '•

A long sigh escaped Andrew's lips as he once again took out another ciggerette out of his pocket. He placed it carefully into his mouth as he shoved his hand into his pocket, fishing for his aqua-teal colored lighter, leaving him in an akward position as he wanked along with the others. Once Andrew foulnd the lighter, he threw it in the air and swung his arm around to catch it. Click, it went as a small ember appeared in front of the cigerette. He inhaled, he inhaled hard, as if smoking was the best thing in the world. Small puffs of smoke came from the sides of Andrew's mouth, the danced infront of him and squiggled by amost like faces you pass along a busy sidewalk.


The secretary gave the for mormer God a nasty look, he ignored her and directed his attention to the other teen, though he was only looking ahead of himself. With his middle and index finger holding the ciggerette tightly, he pulled it out. A puff of smoke came from Andrews lungs and into the air.


"So what brings you here, Miss Pretty Face?" Andrew asked with no curiosty and a blank expression plasted on his face. He was staring ahead, looking at nothing in particular. It was almost as if he was a walking corpse.


Little ashes sprinkled to the floor as Andrew tapped the used ciggerette. As th group got closer to a trash can, he stopped in his tracked and took the ciggerette out of his mouth. Andrew thew the ciggerette into the trash can in a basket-ball fasion, his one hand held a base for the smoke, then the other hand's wrist swung to catapolt it.


"Swish!" The words slipped from Andrew's lips as the ciggerette landed safely into the trash can.


With a slight smile on his face, Andrew caught up to the group once again, a small chuckle arising from his throat as he did so, hands shoved in his hot-pink pants' pockets.


As another girl approached their gruop, he kept his mouth shut, his eyes examined her, there was a godly luminecence surrounding her. His ice blue eyes were peircing, giving her a cold "What the hell?" kind of look.

As another girl approached the group, Andrew gave another sigh, also giving her a peircing look.

"Thanks." The words escaped from his lips as he examined her, too. No one had ever commented on his hair before, but he could sense a himt of sarcasam, it pissed him off. A small frown appeared on his face as he shoved his hands into his pockets once again, humphing slightly.


"So wazzup?" The words came upon the air as he took out another ciggerette, lighting it with his teal-aqua lighter once again. He inhaled deeply once more, taking in the smoke as if it was the most essential thing in life.

"Screw all the rules, you only live once."

[Kiki_Hiraku]

He had pretty eyes, Kinara thought, a smile staying on her face. Even if he did seem pissed.
"Not much yet. My parents shipped me off to this place 'cuz I'm not commercial enough for them." She raised an eyebrow as he lit a cigarette, but didn't comment. She glanced at the girls, then back to him. "What's your story? And your name, maybe?"

[Iam Loveless]

Destera turned narrowed black eyes on Andrew, a cold warning in their depths. "Do not call me that," she informed him. "As for why I am here, why do you think? That I just came here for a stroll?" Honestly his question was a little idiotic. For surely he had recieved the same letter as she, stating the same words. Why was she here? So she could regain her powers. So she wouldn't have to hide what she was, for fear of her mortal family finding out. Though Destera detested hiding, she knew her parents (a strange concept to the former goddess) would not take kindly to their daughter being different.

The minute the words left her lips the brunette turned back to watch what the secretary was pointing out, taking in everything. Only seconds later did she hear the sound of footsteps, alerting her to the presence of others. Destera looked at the two newcomers as Mrs. Maria introduced herself yet again, studying them. Like Andrew and herself, they bore the unmistakeable aura of the immortal, strong and beautiful. Destera offered no introduction, not being particularly outgoing. She hated it, actually.

"Welcome both of you," Mrs. Maria told the girls with that ever present smile. "You've arrived just in time for a tour. Though first, perhaps the rest of you would like to introduce yourselves?" The way she said it let you know she actually expected it, that it wasn't a suggestion. Well, there went Destera's plan of being quiet. She immediately wanted to kill the secretary when she looked at her first, especially since she seemed to be ignoring the others. "How about you dear?" Well, better to keep it short and simple.

"Destera Micheals."

[Kiki_Hiraku]

Kinara raised her eyebrows at Destera, her monosyllabic introduction hanging in the air. It was far too tense in here; what she wouldn't give to be outside. Preferably in front of a target with an armed bow.
"Nice to meet you, Destera," she offered softly. "Like I said, I'm Kinara, but call me Kin." Her eyes caught the waft of smoke coming from Andrew's cigarette, and it bothered her. She stared for a second, before her hand whipped out and snatched the cigarette from his lips. Putting it to her own lips, she said, "Pay attention, kid," and took a drag. Breathing out, she looked over at the only silent one, a pretty girl with long blond hair and blue eyes. "And what's your name, love?"

[BlackMageLeah]

"Arielle," the girl responded, her voice cold, as usual. One ivory skinned finger came up to push crimson spectacles back up her nose. "Arielle Christine Oliver." Bright blue orbs eyed the cigarette with scorn. "And hooking onto a deathstick doesn't make you cooler," she added coolly, her air rather aloof and detatched, as usual.

Honestly, it didn't look like any one member of this little group could hold her interest for more than a few seconds. With a rather drawn out sigh, she slid one thin hand into her bag and rather sharply snapped out her book, and held it up in front of her face. This was her very clear way of saying, "you bore me."

A tower had caught her attention as she had come up the stairs - it would be a wonderful place to set up her telescope tonight. Wouldn't it be grand if the library could be in a tower? Arielle was rather fond of heights, and it wasn't an uncommon sight to find her perched on top of a shelf with her nose in another volume of whatever it was she read.

[Kiki_Hiraku]

Kinara shrugged. "Oh, I know. I just thought I'd try it for funzies. It is rather gross." She turned to go put the 'deathstick' in the trash.
As soon as her face was averted to the group, she allowed herself to frown. Sheesh, so much for lightening the mood. It was becoming rather obvious that she wasn't compatible with anyone in the group. Shame. She had actually allowed herself to believe that she might make a friend. But this place was no different than the last.
Yes, being outside with an armed bow sounded very nice right now.

[x__f o r k i f i e d]

•' Andrew Carter '•

Andrew looked at Kinara for a moment, thinking about what he should say about how he got here. It was going to be painful, so he kept it short and sweet.

"Andrew Carter." He said under his breath, pausing from another moment, deep in thought. "My father and bro are pushing daisies from a car crash, my mom's too depressed to deal with me." Andrew finished with a blank expression on his face, but somewhere in his icey blue eyes there was a certian act of sorrow hidden behind the sapphire. It was hard to talk about his past, even though he had a strong antipathy for his family, he didn't think they deseved what they got.


As Destra talked, Andrew pulled his hands up into the air, as if a policeman was telling him to freeze. After having to do that so many times with real policemen, Andrew was an expert.


"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Sorry! I didn't mean to fog your sense of beauty and intellegence." Andrew said with a playful smile. This girl was so serious, but it didn't frighten Andrew, no way no how!


As Kinara snached the ciggerete out of his mouth, Andrew hend a supriesed expression on his face, but then a grin appeared on his face as he reached into his pocket. He held something inbetween his middle and index finger. It was a pink scuare little chip, it had strawberrie prints on it, he held it up for Kinara to see.


"You're a smoker? That's cool. Wanna peice of yellow sunshine?" Andrew said as his skinny hand reached closer to Kinara, chip in hand. It would be cool to have another druggie in the group, then he wouldn't feel so alone.


Andrew eyed Arielle with a playful envy trying to look as innnocent as possible, but there was no way that a guy with black eye liner and chunky boots, no way. Just no way. A chuckle escaped his lips for a second, it rolled smoothly over his tounge. It was a beautiful laugh.


"Hey! It's a serious addiction, and I didn't start doing it to be 'cool'." Cool was such a old word for Andrew. "Shiz-nit" Was his special word, pretty much the only word he considered to be a great discriptive word.


When Andrew heard the word "Funzies", he laughed, he laughed hard, really hard, clenching his stomach and leaning over. A kind of laugh you would laugh when someone made a really funny joke.


"Funzies? Ha! I can't belive anyone over fourteen would use the word "Funzies"! Hey, Smokes aren't gross, ther'e the shiz-nit!" Andrew said with a big grin on his face, c'mon, what could be funnier than hearing the word "Funzies" from what, a seventeen year old?



[[P.s.: "Yellow Sunshine" Is the street name for LSD; a hallucinogen drug.]]

"Screw all the rules, you only live once."

[Iam Loveless]

Destera gave Andrew a glare before focusing elsewhere, letting their words flow over her so she didn't have to listen. Just by hearing this conversation she knew if she had a choice, she would be staying far away from them. Of course, considering they were two goddesses and a god, most likely she wouldn't be able to escape them. Perfect. The brunette tuned them out as best she could, focusing instead on her surroundings. They were a lot more interesting anyway.

"Well, now that we've all gotten acquainted," Mrs. Maria spoke up, "I think it's time to begin the tour. So if you'll just follow me, we'll get started." The woman turned and began walking the way she had been going. Destera followed, wanting to know the layout so she wouldn't get lost. Of course, she never got lost. It was one of the few things she was truly thankful to have retained. No matter how twisted or dark the path, she could always find her way out. It was a comforting thought, to one who could no longer do as she pleased without worry.

As they walked the secretary pointed out rooms and corridors they would need to know, explaing them in detail when necessary. Destera only half listened, focusing more on remembering where they were than anything else. Absently her fingers came to toy with her hair, an old habit she couldn't quite dispose of. It was a sign that she was thinking, for the lock would whirl much like the gears in her mind.

[Kiki_Hiraku]

Kinara couldn't help it; when she heard Andrew laugh she had to smile again. His attitude was infectious.
Okay, she thought. Maybe one friend?
Still, a druggie? That cube he'd offered hadn't exactly been a Starburst. Something told her to be cautious around him; he could definitely lead her down a bad path. But how cool would that be, to have someone she could talk to? Looking at Destera and Arielle, one thought came to mind and that was: no way in Hell.
" 'Skiz-nit'? Are you serious?" she said, grinning as they continued the tour. "And I don't do drugs, or smoke all the time. Just when I'm stressed." She glanced at him. "I'm sorry about your family, by the way. Is that the reason you use? You seem to be enjoying yourself."

[Iam Loveless]

[A few people have posed this question, so I put this in the Profile Skeleton post. But just to let the ones who are already posting know, the relationships between the gods and goddesses in the myths do not have to take place here. Well, among the mortals anyway. Their past selves still had the relationships. If I've only succeeded in confusing you more, feel free to PM me.]

[PoisonRaindrops]

Daniel scuffed along the dusty track. It was another ordinary day with boredom smeared across the grey sky. His freshly ironed shirt hung untucked over his black trousers. Hair that smelt of lavender shampoo was unbrushed and tangled infront of his eyes. It gave the impression that he had attempted to make himself look decent but then, halfway through, lost the will power and didn't trouble himself to continue. He had woken up late that morning and was still munching on a slice of plain toast as he walked. He held his breakfast by his teeth whilst he pulled on a black hoody.

He hadn't taken the carriage this morning. Even if the carriage had come this late he didn't need to since he didn't like to make a scene on the first day. He knew the the direction as long as he could see where the tracks were that they made which would lead up to the school. And soon enough he could see through the trees the building ahead. He saw immediately the reason why the school was so far away from the town. The whole school seemed to be giving of a mystical aura that became stonger as he approached tentatively.

"Better not be late on the first day." he mumbled half-heartedly as he entered through the main entrance. He started down a corridor and glanced around at the doors, keeping in mind where he had been. A small map began to form in his head of the layout of the school. He could concentrate better by himself, learning the route in silence without the constant nag of a teacher. But, unfortuanately, he could see a brown haired woman with a trail of kids his age behind her and he knew that his tour had ended.