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((What do you mean, the fight won't end until Adonia forgives Kevin? When Gabriel and Kevin fight, and Gabriel forgives Kevin, I feel that Adonia should be able to forgive Kevin too. She doesn't really care that Kevin kissed Lyra. She cares because it made Gabriel upset. And stop using 'you'. I'm no angry at Kevin, Adonia is. Perhaps you can PM me and tell me exactly what you want, and why this fight is suddenly about Adonia and Kevin instead of Gabriel and Kevin, like it should be.))

»Gabe reached out and took a slice of pizza, placing it on a napkin and taking a nice bite out of the slender side. It was incredible. It tasted exactly like it had back at the Big House a few days ago. He smiled a bit as he chewed, knowing that his stomach was going to thank him for the food.

Upon hearing Adonia's question about Kevin, however, Gabe's smiled turned into a somewhat sad or aggravated frown, like he was hoping that topic wouldn't be brought up. None the less, it had, and knowing full well that he would have to face the problem sooner or later, he decided to go through with the answer.

"I...don't know what's going to happen between me and Kevin. He...he had my trust, my friendship...and he goes and does that behind my back. H-he had even asked me prior if I liked her, and I said yes. He knew...he knew that I liked her before we had even said we were 'going out', and he does it anyway...I'm just...very upset and pissed off at him." he replied, looking out into the shimmering lake surface as he spoke. He tried not to think of Lyra, as it would most likely make him even more upset about the situation, so he just kept his mind on Kevin at the moment.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with him. I wish I could fight him...show him how pissed off and upset I really am. But, he's a son of Ares, the god of war. He would beat me easily, so much so that I doubt he would even break a sweat." he went on, looking down at his feet, which were stretched out on the sand covering the front of the lake. He finally managed to turn up towards Adonia after a few moments of silence and staring out at the lake. He sighed and took another bite of his pizza. Though he didn't really enjoy hot food on an already hot day, his stomach would take just about anything, even an Apollo's cattle burger.

S o n O f B o r e a s . .

. . . . . I W i l l N o t F a d e . . .

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Adonia sighed, her brow furrowed. She reached out an touched his arm, her eyes full of worry. She really didn't know who Kevin was anymore. "Maybe the two of you should talk. I mean, everything kind of worked out. In a really messed up way." She sighed, her frown deepening.

"It's hard to get along with Kevin. If he tries to be nice, he'll just add something like 'you're wrong' or 'that's pathetic' and it really makes you want to strangle him." She laughed sadly, taking another slice of pizza and biting into it.

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O God most glorious, called by many a name, Nature's great King, through endless years the same; Omnipotence, who by your just decree Controls all, hail, Zeus, for unto you Must your creatures in all lands call. We are your children, we alone, of all On earth's broad ways that wander to and fro, Bearing your image wheresoever we go.
Cleanthes
(c. 300 - 220 B.C.)

((Hooray short post time!))

Kevin sighed and stood up, brushing the sand off of himself. He looked over at them talking, took a deep breath, and slowly walked over to them slowly, when he was about 15 feet away, he motioned for Adonia to come over, seeing as he didn't want to talk to Gabe just yet.

((That one even looked short from my iPod ^^))

((He's actually not in the dark. It was just a very very subtle motion. Subtle, like when somebody steals your chips at lunch, and without anybody getting up, the chips somehow end up in like, up state Michigan. That subtle. Yea, it was very subtle.))

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Love: The best pain life has to offer.


Did she seriously say snogged? Gods...she's so British, it's ridiculous. He thought to himself, laughing slightly on the inside. Kevin yawned, the emotion draining from his face somewhat. That was also not a correct use of the word contradict...but whatever. Maybe in England it means something else, but I don't really know or care, so whatever. He thought to himself, realizing he was veering slightly from the topic at hand, and focusing on the important matter.

"You thought that I didn't feel sorry? Of course I feel sorry. I'm not that remorseless." He said, flicking his head to the side to get his hair out of his eyes. He turned away from Adonia and stared down. "Saying sorry doesn't always work. That's the one thing I've learned from this whole mess." He said slowly, turning to face the water, the wind blowing his hair slightly across his face.

There was once a young boy, from sparta, training to be a warrior. He, along with his brothers had to forage and steal for food. He found a live wolf and stuffed it under his shirt, bringing it back to his barracks to kill and eat. His instructor asked what was under his shirt, and he told him nothing was. The instructor believed the young boy, and left. The young boy later died of laceration wounds delivered by the wolf, and for this, he was awarded the greatest possible honor. A true warrior, never shows pain, or any sign of weakness. Ever.

((Why is her hand out? Does she want a High five? Or a handshake? Or what? I'm confused, slightly. Also, what problem?))

((Adonia has a smilar problem? o_O I'd like to argue otherwise. To be honest.))

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Love: The best pain life has to offer.


Kevin pulled his knees in, letting them each fall slightly to either side. He wrapped his arms around his knees and grabbed his wrist in front of them. "Really? You seem to be reaping some pretty nice rewards pissed off. For one, I'm unhappy, which seems like a plus for you. Two, Gabe wants to kill me, which again, plus for you. And three, you have a new boyfriend. You act like you have it just as hard as me, but it's not even close." He said, shaking his head slightly.

He laughed once, pushing his tongue against the side of his mouth, shaking his head again. "How can you act like you've been trying to fix this whole mess? Lyra's been in the Ares cabin, crying like a newborn baby, I haven't slept in 2 days. Where were you then?" He asked, turning to face her. "Where were you when everybody else was feeling like crap? How can you even say we've had the same problem, when you're reaping rewards during this situation?" He asked, standing up, leaning against a rock that was about 8 or 9 feet tall.

He sighed and looked down, drawing a circle in the sand with his foot. "You don't seem to care about seeing me unhappy, and it doesn't seem like you care a whole lot about seeing Lyra like this, either." He said, shaking his head again. He looked up at her. "You don't hate seeing everybody upset-...-you hate seeing Gabe upset." He said, turning away from her, coughing once, before taking a deep breath.

"I want to apologize, it wasn't all your fault, but you're acting like I'm getting more of a kick out of this then you are. You can't pretend like you care as much about Lyra as you do for Gabe. You don't care about me at all, it seems...." He said, trailing off slightly. "And my plan? What plan?" He asked, looking down again. "It's like I said before-" He continued, stopping mid sentence and taking a breath.

"Apologizing isn't always enough. I went to far this time...and I can't fix it." He said, swallowing. He wanted to believe that what he did wasn't that bad, but he couldn't pretend like he didn't care anymore. The problem had been eating at his conscience for the past few days, and it was finally dawning on him now, that saying sorry wouldn't change anything. For the first time in his life, he had done irreparable damage to himself, mentally, and emotionally, and for the first time, he had no idea of what to do. He looked down grimly and sighed.

There was once a young boy, from sparta, training to be a warrior. He, along with his brothers had to forage and steal for food. He found a live wolf and stuffed it under his shirt, bringing it back to his barracks to kill and eat. His instructor asked what was under his shirt, and he told him nothing was. The instructor believed the young boy, and left. The young boy later died of laceration wounds delivered by the wolf, and for this, he was awarded the greatest possible honor. A true warrior, never shows pain, or any sign of weakness. Ever.