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 Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 6:09 pm
Cassie had been smiling and shaking hands and handing out flyers. She was excited at the thought of becoming president... Still she hadn't forgotten who her real friends were.. She went to Mysia stables with arm fulls of fruit for the elephant. She feed Mysia and then started to bath the elephant while humming the Tiny Toons theme song.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 6:12 pm
"How is it, sister, that you are able to manage giving her a bath without receiving one yourself?"
**he smiles, walking into the stable...he had wandered all over campus, seeing more posters, until he sought a little solace...he should have known he would find either his sister or Wally with Mysia, both having taken it upon themselves to help care for the huge mascot**
"I have yet to bathe her without her turning the tables on me as they say."
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 6:22 pm
Cassie laughs..
" I don't know I guess she like me.."
Cassie pets Mysia in a friendly manner then looks at Achilles..
"How have you been? Is everything alright Achilles..?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 6:23 pm
Good job on busting Tetch. Wayne and Frost fired him today.
But..I didn't. Cassie caught it.
She caught it because you worked together. Remember that. Now get outta here.
*Chris heads out of the hidden room and the library.*
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 6:47 pm
Cassandra Sandsmark Cassie laughs.." I don't know I guess she like me.."Cassie pets Mysia in a friendly manner then looks at Achilles.."How have you been? Is everything alright Achilles..?" **smiles silently and nods at Cassandra's explanation...and just seems to shrug and appear indifferent** "Have I been that transparant sister?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 7:00 pm
" Well that trip to the underworld... it had an affect on all of us.."
Cassie shudders a while but then puts a hand on Achilles' shoulder.
"But we are family and if you need to talk about anything I am here for you."
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 7:08 pm
Counseling. That was the teacher's grand solution to the problem of the Rogue boys. None of them could remember a thing, but it was generally agreed that, somehow, they had been pawns in this entire 'gym sent to Hades' situation. It was impossible for the school to expel them without any proof and not even their own memories to condemn them.
So, instead, each of them was assigned mandatory counseling.
The school had two counselors...Doctor Quinzel (who was also the cheerleading coach) and Doctor Sampson (who, well, Hartley wasn't sure what the hell else he did). So now, tomorrow, Hartley had his first counseling session to look forward to.
"Wooo."
Hartley's social situation hadn't changed much since the dance. The Rogue boys were only popular with...a certain sect of the student body, and the trip through Hell hadn't changed anyone's opinions, yea or nay. Except for Piotr Rasputin, a guy on the football team, who seemed to be running into Hartley in front of his locker a lot more often. Hartley DID wonder what that was about.
And also why his nose was broken. That confused him. But Ms. Darkholme assured him and all of the Rogue boys that Ares was pleased with the entire thing, and that they had all done her proud. So Hartley didn't worry about a few clouded memories and a slightly crooked nose.
He DID worry, though, about this new song that he couldn't get out of his head. It was a very sad song, and when he tried to play it, it never came out quite right. It was beginning to wear on his nerves, and he started spending all of his free time under the big oak tree outside of the boy's dorm...playing on the flute, trying to remember the pieces of this song.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 7:08 pm
**he looks into her blue eyes and sees the sincerity there that makes him smile**
**he glances away, trying hard to figure out how to put it into words before he looks back at her**
"We were blessed by Eros himself as soul mates when we were but boys. He looked so young in the Elysian Fields sister. Patroclus, he....he could not be much older than I am now...than he and I both were when Zeus sent me here. That can only mean..."
**he shrugs and the words choke him deep within. He does not cry...ever...but the thought is too unreal of what seemingly had been revealed to him. He looks back at her imploringly**
"Princess Diana refuses me when I ask. No other teacher will allow me the history of Troy even though they ask me to speak in classes. Cassandra, sister... what happened to him? How did he come to death so young?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 7:15 pm
Cassie sighs..
"Unfortunately many people died in that war Achilles.. a mortal will one day die even Eros can not stop that. Diana and the others do not want to change history nor your destiny and what was in a previous life mine.."
Cassie takes a deep breath..
" You see in a previous life I was Priam's daughter .. the princess Cassandra of Troy and the histroy of Troy is not a happy one for either you or myself.. but it is history none the less and history should not be changed."
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 7:17 pm
**Achilles looks down as his arms are folded almost around himself in a self-embrace**
"Even if it might protect someone you cherish?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 7:18 pm
The notes filled the air with a sad sweetness, but the arrangement was all wrong. Hartley thumped his back against the tree (and groaned in pain, when did he get bruised ribs?!) and tried again from the beginning.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 7:21 pm
Cassie frowns ..
" Even then.. I lost people in Troy to Achilles.. my brothers, my parents, and I even wound up enslaved.. But it's history it must not be changed... I'm sorry I truly am."
Cassie then begins to walk away tears rolling down her cheeks.. she did not wish to discuss Troy.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 7:27 pm
"Lost them to..."
**Achilles blanches at this...Cassandra has just told him that he was responsible for the deaths of her past life's loved ones...**
**He is too shocked. He had already killed a slew of Trojan soldiers in the first days of the war before he was brought here. Could any of them have been...? He was a soldier....is a soldier. It is only obvious he would be responsible for deaths, especially if his name is as immortalized as it seems to be in this age...**
**But to be responsible for the deaths of his own sister's loved ones....it is no wonder she had turned a cold shoulder to him previously. He is too shocked to try to follow her, as he slowly sits down on the ground in the stable**
((ooc: away for the night...))
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 7:36 pm
Cassie went to the library.. hoping to run into Chris.. To talk to him about student council elections.. she walked in slowly..
" Um.. hello? Anyone here.?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 7:39 pm
"Jeezuz, Hart, what's with the downer music?" Hartley looked up to see James, floating a few feet above the ground. Sometime during their memory blackout, he'd apparently perfected his flying shoes.
James grew up in a circus. He was what Hartley's dad would refer to as 'Carnie folk,' which Hartley guessed explained why he was such a bozo. James rarely got through a day without someone punching him, either for running his mouth or one of his terrible practical jokes.
"Trying to remember something from those lost couple days. Can't get it out of my head. It's like it was always there, deep down inside, but something in the last couple days rattled it loose and-"
"HEY WOAH WOAH WOAH, the psycho-therapy doesn't start till tomorrow! Sheesh, I didn't ask for your whole life story, man!" James walked up higher in the air.
"Just wanted to let you know that after classes and THER-A-PEE tomorrow, Len and the guys are thinking about doing something...extra-curricular. If you know what I mean!" James waggled his eyebrows up and down.
"Oh yeah? Count me in." Hartley settled back against the tree and raised his flute again.
"Sure, just remember, cuz I'm sure once Mister Sampson gets you talking about feelings and nail polish and whatever that you'll be tough to shut up!"
James took off running through the air, snickering. Hartley winged a rock at him and nailed him on the temple as he disappeared.
"OW!"
Rolling his eyes, Hartley went back to work picking apart the melody from the back of his head. Some of it was coming a little easier now...sad, mournful music flowed up into the air.
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