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 Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 1:33 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾  Roxy waved goodbye to Martin before realizing that Archery had been her last class. That was right, she had two archery classes, and tomorrow she'd have one third block. Except, tomorrow's class would be more on hunting in general. So, she watched Ryan head off to class before following behind him.
She was so lucky that she got to tag along in his extra classes like that. Well, she didn't like all of his extra classes, mainly just the Archery, and anything like that. Her feet had taken her the long way to the grounds, stopping by the cafeteria. Oh, right, water. She went up and bought a couple of bottles for both her and Ryan.
Once that was done, she headed out to the cafeteria courtyard, and from there she headed down to where the Archery class was held. By the look on Ryan's face when she got there, he didn't like his assignment too well. She smiled up at the coach, she was one of his favorite students. Ah, that was why he looked a bit pale...well, paler than normal. You'd think the god of the sun would be tan and all, but he wasn't.
He had to kill an animal, that was why he looked a bit sick. Poor Ryan. She knew he hated that kind of thing. "Come on, Ryan, let's go..." She trailed off, grabbing his forearm and nearly dragging him into the woods. "We're gonna get you that animal even if it kills me..." She said with a smirk.
Once they were a good twenty or so feet within the woods, she let him go, following her instinct. Roxy sometimes felt this pull towards her prey, and whenever she followed her gut, she usually found her game. Her eyes scanned the woods around her. She saw a few birds, a squirrel or too, but she knew those just weren't what she was looking for. Something on the ground caught her eyes. Fresh tracks, deer tracks. A smirk creeped it's way onto her face. Yes, that was what she was looking for.
You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 1:49 pm
Snow White said when I was young,
"One day my prince will come."
So I wait for that date.
They say its hard to meet your match,
Find my better half.
So we make perfect shapes ❅Bianca❅Aneira❅VonStumph❅  Bianca had dozed off in the woods. Probably not the smartest thing to do, but at the moment she couldn't bring herself to care. Her eyes fluttered open slowly. It had been a restful nap, however, that probably just meant it would take forever for her to fall asleep later, even with the sleeping pills. That would be frustrating in itself.
She went to sit up more when something caught her eyes. An animal, and no small one. It took a moment for her eyes to focus through the sleepy haze, but her eyes widened once she realized what it was. A Stag.
He was no baby, Bianca could tell, he had big antlers. He was a beauty too. She sat up cautiously, watching the buck to make sure she wasn't scaring him off. He didn't even acknowledge her other than a quick glance. Sweet! Maybe she could get closer.
Just as slowly as she sat up, she stood up, walking ever so cautiously towards the deer. As she approached, it lifted it's head up to get a good look at her, causing her to freeze. Apparently she wasn't much of a threat, for moment's later, it began drinking from the stream. Bianca was so nervous and excited at the moment.
Her hand had been inches from petting the stag's head when she heard a quick zip through the air that confused her. However, it dropped to the ground before she could pet it. Bianca's skin instantly blanched and she felt sick to her stomach. For, the deer she had been about to pet was now dead with an arrow sticking out of its side. The sight of it's blood nearly made her retch.
Who would do such a thing?! Bianca knelt down to examine the instrument that killed the defenseless creature. The Arrow had a crescent moon carved into it. That meant one person..."Artemis!" Bianca stated loudly, upset. .
If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 3:05 pm
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ ||  So this was the King of Thieves. Sierra had mentioned him at one point at lunch. But he hadn't thought that he would actually meet the very person they had been talking about later that day. The fact that Stetson thought to come here after Sierra and he spoke briefly earlier on spoke of something. Maybe a odd bit of trust?
At Sierra's introduction Marcel inclined his head slightly toward the other males direction. His hand already reaching out to take Stetson's hand in greeting, and his mouth curving in a teasing smile as he responded to the other in kind, " I could say the same."
The response was meant for both statements, of course. If Sierra trusted the King to at least this extent then he couldn't be that bad a person. And he would trust her instinct on that. As he would at any other time. But on the other hand, he wouldn't exactly be willing to just give out his secrets all at once. Even if this relation moved beyond polite acquaintance to unsteady friendship...it would take more than just a winning personalty to earn a bit of his loyalty. No matter how much the guy interested him already.
The King seemed like the kind of guy that he could get along with. A being with a personality that meshed with his well enough that they could either become great friends...or enemies if the right cord was struck. And the fact that he had seemed genuinely concerned about Sierra's well being put him in his good book as well. Though he wouldn't make any rash judgments about him until his true intentions were proven. If there was one thing that he learned over time, it was this: Never trust a friendly face on first glance.
The truth of that rule was etched deep on his side. The mark of a wicked blade cut deep. A memento from another person with a friendly face. And the reason that the rule was in place from then on. So it was with this in mind that Marcel politely ignored the tea left on the counter for his convenience . It was nothing personal...just...insurance. Besides. Compared to coffee, tea has never been his favorite beverage. It was too weak for his liking. And the only reason he drank it at times was either because there was no coffee to be had or Sierra happened to offer it to him. Another polite gesture that he willingly gave in the name of friendship.
Leaning forward slightly so that his elbows rested upon his knees, Marcel threaded his fingers together under his chin. The pose one of careful attention as he too waited for Sierra's answer. This conversation was going into a interesting direction. And he didn't want to spoil it with early input on something he didn't know the cause or reason of. So for now...he stayed mostly silent.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 7:51 pm
 R Y A N 0000 D .00000 L A P P E T0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000A P O L L O
Ryan followed behind Roxy silently, if there's one thing he could do it was walk like a ninja... That is until he watched her draw her bow back and take aim... She let the arrow fly and Ryan watched at it hit a Stag squarely in the heart... The animal dropped to the ground and Ryan started to run towards it. As he got closer he saw that Bianca was crouching beside the deer, she looked angry or upset or something. The boy walked up to crouch beside her and look at what she was looking at... That was when he started having trouble catching his breath.
"O-Oh god, It's D-D-Dead! Ah, Um, Is it? What do we? Oh God!"
The more Ryan tried to think about what he should be doing right then the more he panicked. The boy stood up really fast and was about to run to get help or something when his vision started to blur and well... He fainted. Ryan was no unaccustomed to fainting. Plenty of things could make him pass out, Blood, Any kind of Gore, stress, panic, hell even love. He was just not a strong guy. Ry fell backwards, his head landing on the dirt, luckily he didn't break anything. His arms and legs were splayed out around him and his glasses had fallen off of his face and lay beside him.
Ryan wouldn't have been able to do what Roxy did... He couldn't just kill something, he couldn't just take aim and let the arrow fly. He would have over thought it, he would have missed, hitting the poor animal in the heel and having to kill it was a knife after it exhausted it''s self. At least this one died without realizing what happened to it. Ryan on the other hand... He would make a better deer then he would a hunter. He lay on his back, unconscious and breathing shallowly. No one understood him, or at least that's what he thought. Everything some one thought they got him... He ended up making them realize he was no where near as strong as they might think. At least he hadn't vomited. That would have been really embarrassing.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 8:11 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾ Roxy had followed the tracks in the dirt. The deer looked as if it was looking for food. She saw where the tracks led ahead, and she actually saw the beast up ahead. Agh. She didn't have a clear shot at it. She stealthily moved on, maneuvering herself to stay out of sight.
Yes. The buck had stopped at a nearby stream to take a drink of water. As it looked up at something, she quickly counted the points it had. Easily over twenty. Man, this stag was old. She knew that they shed their antlers every year, but when a buck got older, more prongs grew. So, without a second thought, she drew back the bow and let her arrow fly right to the approximate area of the stags heart.
It dropped like a rock, Roxy was pleased. However, a moment later she heard someone nearly shout her name, and it wasn't Ryan. She raised an eyebrow, slightly confused. Well, she'd have to go get the buck one way or another, so, she walked up to the stream to see little miss Snow White kneeling over the carcass. "Oh, so it was you that distracted the buck...darn..." That meant that Bianca had interfered with her kill. Not cool.
Crap. Roxy hadn't noticed how closely Ryan had followed her. Now he was freaking out over the dead deer. Seriously, the kid was nearly having a panic attack. It was just a deer, get over it. She honestly had been about to shake him to his senses before he went and feinted on her. "Oh my gods, Ryan..." She said, exasperated.
Roxy went over to the stream while Snow White decided to give her a piece of her mind about the whole thing. She simply rolled her eyes as the girl talked to her back. Roxy cupped some water in her hands and walked over to Apollo. "Wakey, wakey..." she said before splashing the water in his face. That should do the trick.
Okay, that girl was really getting on her nerves. Bianca was still preaching to her. She whipped around so quickly, it would have scared anyone in their right minds, and she stalked over to the girl, getting in her face. Easy enough. Bianca was short compared to her. "Shut the ******** up. Now. I don't care about your animal right's views and la de freakin da...You're preaching to the wrong person..." Roxy uttered in a low and scary tone. .
You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 8:29 pm
Snow White said when I was young,
"One day my prince will come."
So I wait for that date.
They say its hard to meet your match,
Find my better half.
So we make perfect shapes ❅Bianca❅Aneira❅VonStumph❅ Bianca watched as the tall red head appeared through the trees. Roxy looked at her as if she was disappointed. Wait? Was she actually upset that Bianca had been trying to get close to the stag? What the heck? She had been open her mouth to spout a retort before Roxy's 'brother', Ryan, came through the trees behind her. He was actually freaked out about the stags. Thank you! Finally, someone else around here with sense.
However, before Bianca could say how much he appreciated his reaction, he feinted. Odd. She'd never seen a guy feint before. Sure, she saw Andy pass out earlier, but that wasn't on his own accord. It had been because he had been suffocated, basically. With that thought, she felt a twinge of guilt. She shook her head and scooted her way over to Ryan, trying to get him to wake up.
What? Roxy was just going to let him lay there? "Hey, your brother passed out and you just walk off? What kind of person are you?.." She trailed off, very upset. "And, what was the point of killing that poor deer other than the fact you wanted to?" She stood up, anger building inside her. You don't just kill animals for the fun of it. It wasn't right.
Pissing Bianca off further, it seemed as if Roxy was ignoring her as she returned from the stream. "Hey, I'm talking to you...You don't even care, do you..It's not even hunting season! You shouldn't be allowed to hunt on school grounds anyways..It's wrong an immoral..." Bianca trailed off as the girl turned around almost instantaneously. It was kinda creepy.
As Roxy approached her, she couldn't help but back up a few steps. Crap, she just realized how tiny she was compared to the ginger. Before she knew it, the girl was in her face, talking in that scary calm kinda voice. It made Bianca freeze and reconsider what she had said. Not that she would take it back, but she probably shouldn't have said it to the goddess of the hunt.
Once Roxy had finished speaking, Bianca nodded once. That made the girl turn away and walk back over to her brother. It was then that Bianca realized she had been holding her breath. After taking a deep breath in, she turned around and ran out of the forest. It seemed as if it was no longer the comforting place it had been before. Maybe her room would be better. Wait, didn't she have a dance class with Ayden soon? Like, an extra thing because of the upcoming dance. She'd go find him, heading to check his dorm first.
If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 9:46 pm
R Y A N 0000 D .00000 L A P P E T0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000A P O L L O
Cold water falling onto his face woke the young god. He was on the ground, looking up, his glasses were not on his face and his head hurt... What happened? Ryan sat up and looked down to find his glasses right there... Lucky, Once they were safely on his face he looked around at the situation. A dead de-... Oh yeah. He remembered where he was and looked around for Bianca. she was no where to be seen though.
"My head hurts..."
Ryan wined and rubbed the back of his fragile skull. He looked up at his sister and then over at the dead animal... How were they suppose to get that back to the school? He couldn't carry it. The Stage weighted more then both of them combined. Ryan took a shakie breath and looked back up at Roxy.
"How are we going to get him back to the school?... I can't carry that."
Ryan coughed and made his way over to the dead animal. He pulled out the arrow and at the sight of the bloody arrow in his hand he scrambled to run about fifteen yards away before he vomited. The kid was not cut out for this kind of thing. He knelt in the tall meadow grass and expelled everything in his stomach from his body. Once he was done he walked back over to the deer and his sister. He looked gray and ill, not your average handsome god type.
"Sorry... I hate this kind of stuff."
It was true Ryan had never been okay with this kind of thing, it wasn't the killing he had a problem with, it was the seeing it right there. He had no problem with Roxy hunting, he just couldn't do it himself without getting violently ill.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 10:00 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾ Roxy smirked to herself as little miss Snow White ran off back to the school. Good, she didn't need her frilly, girly behind getting in the way of her hunting. "Sorry bout your head...If you weren't so far away, I'd have tried to catch you..." Roxy told him as she went over to examine the buck. "Oh, I scared Bianca off..." She noted as if it were no big deal.
Yeah, she knew they wouldn't be able to carry the deer back to his coach. So, Roxy took off her quiver and popped open the hidden compartment in the bottom. she pulled out a tarp and laid it on the ground next to the stag. Yes, the girl liked to hunt prepared. However, before she could even show this to Ryan, he darted off to retch. Poor kid. The coach would never believed he killed this deer.
So, while she flipped the stag over onto the tarp, she thought of a plan. By the time everything was situated for them to drag the deer back, Ryan had returned. "You don't think Coach would honestly believe you bagged this buck, right?" She asked him after he apologized, something he hadn't needed to do. "Give me your bow and arrows..I'll kill you a fox or bird or squirrel or something...Gah, it's gonna kill me to not shoot it perfectly, but if I do, he'll suspect something..."
Roxy was willing to cheat for him. It wasn't like he couldn't physically do this. She knew that if he applied all of those physics and math equations to hunting he'd get it better. Like the angles, force and motion and etc. It was really just his conscience getting to him. He shouldn't fail for that.
You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 10:26 pm
R Y A N 0000 D .00000 L A P P E T0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000A P O L L O
"Coach doesn't think I can do anything... Here,"
Ryan took off his quiver and handed it along with his bow to Roxy. She would be able to do this for him. Roxy was strong and talented she knew how to help him out big time. Ryan held her bow for her and sat down beside the tarp with the deer on it. He kept his eyes cast downward and avoided looking at the dead animal.
"Thanks for doing this Delia. I wouldn't be able to do this in a million years."
He was right. Ryan would be able to just let the arrow fly, he wouldn't be able to act that quickly. Roxy was a saint, Nay, a Goddess. She was really saving him here. After a few minute Ryan remembered that when one killed a deer they were suppose to cut out the organs and gutty-wets and such while still out in the forest. pushed the deer off of the tarp and took out his hunting knife, looking at the large dead animal. It's body was still warm under has hands. He took a deep breath then stabbed the deer in the belly area, cutting downward. As he neared the end of the deer body he watched as organs began to spill out. Ryan gulped and started to pull gutty-wets from the body cavity and leave them on the ground beside the river. Once there was a significant pile of ick in front of him and his hands were covered with warm deer's blood he started to have the blurred vision thing again. The boy gagged but nothing was left in him to vomit up. He swayed back and forth once before passing out, his face landing in the pile of Deer scraps. Well the side of it any way, he could still breath luckily. Blood got all over his face and the side of his head, not that he could control it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 10:29 pm
 ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l The young queen raised an eyebrow before she looked slightly unfocused. She considered Stetson's question and all of it's possible implications as quickly as she could. Sierra felt that he was looking for something, but what it was she wasn't sure of. "What is my royalty to me? A most interesting question..." She sipped her tea without making a face as to whether it was well made or not. She'd been too busy thinking up a proper answer. Sierra finally settled on a neutral one.
"It is first and foremost a title." She'd gone through many titles in her childhood; this was just another one to add to the list. "It is a rather important title which comes with its blessings and curses." She knew firsthand the power that titles came with...and the trouble that could go along with them. "I see my royal title as a responsibility and an honor. I understand the necessities of taking care of a place and people and realize the consequences of failing to do so. I believe that the honor comes from the fact that out of all people possible, I was chosen. Of all worthy people out there, it was I that received the attention. For that, I will always do my best to continue deserving my title."
Though she sounded relatively calm as she detailed her opinion, her words could have also been taken as a sign that she hated it. Oh she had meant all her words, but honor might not have been the word she would have used. It felt more like a punishment, that out of all people, she was singled out to bear the cross of previous Wicked Queens. Yes, she would continue her best to deserve it - she would bring down this place and watch it burn. She would deserve the title of Wicked then.
"I know that my particular title is thankless at best, but I also know that it is an important one. The story and it's moral would fall apart without the Queen's involvement." She took another long sip from her tea and stared at her feet. "For the sake of something important, I have found that many people, would push themselves beyond their limits. For someone with a royal title...most, if not all, have that same drive." She looked at him over her cup and stared right back. "What is your royalty to you?"
Sierra understood that this was a veiled conversation and it would be somehow important for future conversations with Stetson. A lot of conversations with baddies had hidden messages somewhere. Hell, it was much the same with her best friend. Speaking of whom, she wondered what he'd thought of her answer and what this conversation was going to lead to.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 11:00 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾ Roxy took his bow and quiver from him gingerly, setting her own by the stream near Ryan. That way, if he needed it, it was there. As she got used to holding the weapon, she realized it was a bit heavier than her own. Nothing she couldn't handle though. She gave Ryan a smile before disappearing into the trees.
She got that pull again, and she followed her gut. Roxy just seemed to have the hunter's instinct. It wasn't long before she came across a few does, but that wasn't the animal she was looking for, so she passed them by. She'd been walking a good ten minutes before she spotted a squirrel. She took aim and shot it down expertly.
Sure, it wasn't in the best spot to aim at, but that was the whole point. A moment later,she spotted another, and killed it too. There, now Ryan had two squirrels with his arrows in them to show that 'he' killed them. After she gathered the little rodents up, she headed back to the stream and her brother.
When she finally spotted the stag, she nearly dropped the squirrels. Ryan had taken the liberty of dressing the buck, but had feinted in the guts. Ewww. She dropped the squirrels by her discarded bow and quiver before heading over to him. Not again. Roxy pulled Ryan over closer to the river before quickly dunking his head in the water. Hopefully that would wash the blood off his head and wake him up at the same time..
You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 10:05 am
 
“So, boyfriend, are we going to do any couple-ly stuff tonight.”
She couldn’t help but to notice he rolled her eyes, which caused her to giggle.
“Come on you have to at least act like you like me.”
She looked up at her best friend with eyes of adoration. It was anything but romantic, she wasn’t fond of him that way, but Ayden meant the world to her. Now, she was going to make sure they both got what they wanted. He knew so, but he was only looking at the negatives in their plan, like that, he had to kiss her.
She planted a small kiss on his lips before getting up, and laughed at his grimace. Then she left the room, knowing he hadn’t really cared where she went and what she was doing.
In her mind, she kept thinking the same thing, everything was going to be all right. It may have been different, but she hadn’t cared. She had morphed the negatives and made them look impossible. Maybe it was her being naïve, maybe it was her acting on her motto that ‘emotions are crap’, and self-doubt was indeed an emotion. Whatever the cause, she hadn’t cared and she walked out of Ayden’s room skipping.
Of course, she ran into Bianca on the way and gave her a wide grin. It truly was a rude thing, nonetheless Bridgett knew Bianca hadn’t known yet, therefore she passed acting as if nothing was wrong. Why not let Ayden break the news, hopefully he wasn’t bad at it.
She ended up in the library, and walked around and found her favorite book, Peter Pan. If she would be anyone besides the evil sea witch, it would be Peter Pan. Sure, she’d have to take some testosterone shots, but being a guy would be fun, and it was worth it. Flying around, fighting pirates, and giving girls there years of freedom. She would never have to grow up, she would never have to listen to anyone. It was marvelous.
Of course, being the sea witch wasn’t very bad in itself. She’d be forever alone, but guys were only good at sex anyways (Well, besides Andy and Ayden, but they were special). Moreover, with being a witch she could woo guys and have her fun, the teachers had assured her so. She would make magic, and swim with her wonderful ells for all of her days. It wasn’t a bad deal, and she couldn’t understand why everyone was so whiny with their parts. Sure, the evil queen danced in burning hot shoes, but after she lived almost all of her life in riches no one could imagine. So what if Bianca was forced to marry Ayden, he was hot and she’d live all of her life spoiled rotten. The list goes on and on, and it wasn’t as if the Students lived out their stories all of their lives, they were given a life once it was through. Yet, everyone whined and acted like it was a big deal.
Bridgett sighed, and opened the book to read. She had read the book endlessly, and she knew the story by heart, but it was a lovely one. Most of the books in the library were great; the students did have a spectacular life at the school. It was all Bridgett ever dreamed of, all she ever hoped for. Not to mention, she never had to see her treacherous mother.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 10:47 am
R Y A N 0000 D .00000 L A P P E T0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000A P O L L O
Unable to breath for a moment Ryan's body flailed and he gasped for breath finding himself beside the river, Roxy looking down at him... He passed out again didn't he? The red head couched up the water that had gotten into his mouth and was about to rub his eyes when he found his hands still covered with blood. Not good! The kid washed his hands in the river and bit his bottom lip to keep from crying.
He didn't say anything for a while, just rubbed his hands under the cold clear water's surface... He was afraid that if he started talking he would start to sob or something... He had to go back inside soon, his skin felt warm and his back hurt...
"T-Thanks D... Can we go back now? I feel a little sick."
Ryan looked up at his sister and it was clear that he needed to not do this again any time soon. There were still a few spots on his face where the blood had dried and hadn't been washed off in the water. His hair was wet and dripping on his shirt and his skin was sickly gray and chalky. He wasn't met for this kind of thing.
"Um.. do you need me to- How do we? The deer. If you drag it back, I'll carry the bows and stuff."
That seemed fair, She would be good at it and the Bows were not to much for poor Ryan to deal with. Plus it was almost supper time, he wanted to get back to Sierra soon. She was far more interesting then this class had been for him. Ryan would have been perfectly content to never have to pick up a bow again. It wasn't natural. The boy wasn't built for this kind of thing... He was a scholar not a hunter.
"I need to take a shower... so bad."
Ryan forced a smile and looked down at the squirrels on the arrows he was carrying. Poor things. He felt a little guilty that Roxy killed more then one, he only needed one.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 11:31 am
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
He sipped his tea and hid his own grimace. He hated making tea. "I've always felt like my royalty and title were like a badge, that gave me the right to do things that no one else could. It was a cloak that protected me from reproach and made me untouchable to those below me." He rubbed his eyes for a few moments before continuing. "But now...it's like a shackle, and it holds me back from what I really want. Despite the fact that it usually gives me exactly what I want, I've come to find that this stupid title does nothing but hold me back from taking what I want." Schraeder wasn't talking only about Bianca; he was referring to the fact that he had to keep himself distant from everyone and everything as a king, and that he couldn't do things that normal kids could, like have a relationship or indulge in their desires without worrying about what that might do for their kingship. "I swore an oath on my kingship today," he said vehemently. "And I'm debating breaking it just to be rid of it. I can never dispose of my pride; I like to think that's what makes me who I am." He smiled wryly. "But this title is unnecessary, and I'm rapidly growing tired of the stigma that it forces me to wear. Especially in this place." He waved a hand at the walls around them, indicating the school.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 5:40 pm
☁☁☁
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
Delia Roxanne Platt ☽ Artemis ☾ Roxy rolled her eyes at Ryan as he woke up. Internally, she was very relieved that he was conscious again. The kid needed to stop feinting. Seriously. If he wanted to get a girl, he needed to man up. She watched as he washed the blood from his hands. She couldn't blame him for that. Delia herself couldn't stand having blood dry on her hands, just a pet peeve of hers.
While he was trying to keep himself composed, she went over to the deer to make sure things had been taken care of completely. To be honest, Ryan had done a great job at gutting the deer. His stomach just stopped him from getting up from his job. Roxy grabbed the deer and dragged it back onto the tarp, they needed to get back.
Then Ryan spoke up. Did he not realize that the buck was still too heavy for her to cart off by herself. "Umm...Ryan, I'm going to need your help dragging it...I'll fold the tarp over so you don't have to look at it, but I can't drag it by myself..." Yes, Roxy was strong for a girl, but she wasn't that strong.
"Just put the squirrels with the buck and we'll carry our quivers and bows. It shouldn't take us too long to get this thing back to the coach...I'll let him know you gutted my deer for me..." She said, giving him an encouraging smile. "And, yes...You do need a shower...Silly, you aren't supposed to roll around in guts..." Roxy was trying to lighten the mood, honestly, but she probably wasn't helping him any.
However, it wasn't like she could stop being that way. Hunting had been a part of her life since she was born, basically. She was raised around it, so it didn't bother her. Being girly bothered her. She never had to dress up at home, never wore dresses or skirts, never really dolled herself up. That's why whenever she had to dress as Artemis, she had a hard time wearing the dress like costume. She always tugged on the bottom hem to pull it down lower, wishing she was wearing pants. However, she didn't think anyone in ancient Greece wore pants. Figures.
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You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
☁☁☁
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