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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 5:42 pm

Well, hi! This is my random blurb area. Don't I sound narcissistic?

So guys, is this a lot?

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx the typical jock

If a normal person exercised for three hours, running and doing track, they would be exhausted and aching by the morning. As the light went through the cracks of his curtains, and lied down on his face, only his shoulders were sore. Being in sports for most of your life, you’d be used to the pain that arrived in the morning. He did escape a groan, though, as he opened his eyes. Falling to sleep late and forcing to wake up early wasn’t something he was used to, at all. As the groan ran through the room as if he was in a cave, he looked at the sun that had gone into his room. It was just rising, and he expected it was around six in the morning. Because of a lack of an alarm clock, Blake had to pass by looking at the sun for time. He hoped it was six, he knew he had to get up and go to the airport soon. Unlike others, the Porter family lived farther than his friends when it came to getting to the airport. So, if he was going to get there on time, he would have to get up, now. “Blake! Get up! Italy!” a shrill voice rang through his ears. And of course, his mom was driving him to the airport. The morning person she was, it was obvious she would want him to get up super early. He groaned back at her, before replying by getting out of his ruined bed. His shoulders screamed at him, and some red marks were on his chest, showing the restless sleep he had had. He looked down warily at his chest, the small abs popping from the paler white flesh. After staring for about an hour, in his mind, he got up.

Rubbing the sleep that had collected under his eyelids, and digging his nails into his hair, he tried to wake himself up. He trotted downstairs, still in boxers, and found his mother making some coffee. She was wearing her usual gym clothing, as she would usually be running by this time. She raised her eyebrow at the boxers, but she knew why he was down. Grabbing an orange mug, in four steady gulps he finished the coffee that was inside. Out of all the drinks he liked, it was probably coffee that awoke him the most. Of course, it had been only a few months ago until his parents told him he could take coffee. It would supposedly change up his game, which he didn’t believe at all. After he found out coffee had caffeine, and lived with his parent’s protests. His mom watched him as he drank, hoping for some conversation. She was the time of mother that liked to talk a lot, and for long periods at time. For him it was a drag he would live with, it was a gene the females of the family had passed along. His sister, Dalia, had a constant chatter gene, and his grandma talked his ear off every visit. He loved the girls in his family, immensely, but his father and him were the only two that weren’t the talkers. Unless at school. Noticing her discomfort, he smiled at her as he set down the cup. Waving sheepishly, he walked back upstairs, now fully awake. His shoulders still groaned at him.

His bare feet touched the tile flooring of his bathroom. He slipped off his underwear, after turning on the shower. Putting his hand into the shower, he felt the warmth of the water. The warmer the better. Once it fit his temperature, he stepped inside, allowing the water to dampen his hair. He preferred taking showers, being so used to it in the gyms. Most boys spent only a period or two in the gym, but he had the most time in it. He was now able to change in a few minutes, a record the people in the change room timed. Time. It was always on his side, in sports, and in life. The time he woke up was a clear example. The water dripping down his body, he took some apricot shampoo. Lathering his hair in a circular motion, he stepped out of the water’s spray. It was useless to put in shampoo while you were under the water, he considered. After the shampoo got out of his hair, he took a bar of ivory soap to wash him down. Once he had rubbed himself down, he put the soap bar back where it belonged, near the side of the shower. Blake was now clean, or how clean he could be. He didn’t necessarily need to have a shower, he had one last night, but it helped him wake up even more. Maybe the coffee didn’t work as good as he had hoped. Shutting off the water, he took a tower, and stepped out of the shower. The mirror was covered in steam.

Dressed in a navy blue t-shirt and some jeans, he walked back into the bathroom. By the time it took him to choose his outfit, the mirror had gone back to normal. He looked at his dripping wet hair, he wasn’t amused with it. Taking his hairdryer, he passed it in his hair for ten minutes, in his mind. Unlike time, his mind clock could be longer or shorter than real life. Many people would correct him upon the time, but he didn’t believe it. Or just said he didn’t care. After his hair was dried, up until the ends which dried easily. Then he decided to style it to his pleasure. He could be a jock, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t look good. Making the bangs wave so that they didn’t escape into his eyes, the ends slightly curve. How he loved it. He brushed his teeth, making them shine, and shaved a small bit from his chin. By the shirt he wore showed his arm muscles, they weren’t inhumane, but still looked good in him. Winking at himself, which made him smirk, he walked out of the bathroom. He slipped on some white, short socks, which went up slightly past his ankles. Then putting on some addidas running shoes, tying up the laces, he jogged down the steps. His mom raised an eyebrow in surprise. Obviously she didn’t like the idea of him wearing shoes in her house, but Blake’s mom had gone through much just by living with him.

She sighed, and took her purse and put on a black coat. “Blake, you don’t have much time. You’re bags are in the car.” she told him, and opened the door. She walked out with haste. Picking up his carry-on, a backpack, he followed her out. By the time he locked the door, she was already getting into the car. Someone’s impatient this morning. he thought with a smirk, and entered the passenger seat. He placed his backpack at his feet, and lied back in the seat. The car turned on, and she started to drive. In his eyes, she wasn’t a good driver. Maybe he took it up from his father, who had concluded that all women were bad drivers. It took thirty seven minutes to get to the airport, and by that time, he had received a text by another impatient lady. Alexx, the dorky girl of the group, had sent him the text. Thing is, he had a small crush on her. Was it the reason they became friends? Blake already knew that she wasn’t into him, yet, which did make him sigh. Thing was, she didn’t know that he liked her, so their relationship hadn’t really been tainted. And that made him smile. Chuckling at her text, he replied back to the girl. Alexx seemed very exited for their trip to Italy. He had liked the idea of it, before something called teachers entered the plan.

To:Alexx
From: Blake
Message: Soon there, see ya there

He pressed send, and leaned back in his chair. A few minutes later, the car drove up to the airport. A few ‘bye’s and kisses later, the embarrassed boy took his bags and walked into the airport. He wasn’t sure of where Alexx would be. Probably somewhere obvious. Brushing some hair from his eyes, he looked around. His shoulders had tamed it’s groan at him, but his carry-on on his shoulders didn’t help it. Blake shifted the straps, and walked up to a set of seats. Alexx was there, along with another girl from school. With a cocky smile, he sat down beside her. “Good morning.” he told her.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx blake nathan porter

Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 1:59 pm

(You guys can post, ya know. Any questions for the VC?)

The Big Six's Journals
Hestia- - First born daughter of Rhea and Cronus, goddess of hearth and home.

Out of all the many acclaimed goddesses, I find myself the one that is the most forgotten. Why? Well, people talk so much about Zeus and his feats, Poseidon and his kingdom, and the gloomy version of Hades. Have you ever seen me in a movie as a main or secondary character? Yeah, I’m Hestia, the goddess of the hearth and home. In Ancient Greece I was important, but now the mortals seem to have forgotten me. I’m usually quite peaceful, but after that Disney movie, I’m starting to get worried. Has everyone forgotten my feats? I guess I should start with the beginning. On a wonderful morning, I was born. (Okay, back up). Thing is, I was a daughter to a tyrant, named Cronus, and his simple wife named Rhea, who was the complete opposite.Okay, so this immortal person, not sure if it’s a god or a titan, named Chaos appeared. He created my grandparents, and my grand-uncles and aunts. Thing was, they weren’t like… people. They were things like the earth, her name being Gaea, and there was the darkness and shadows, Nyx and Erebus. They married and had children, but that’s not where my dad came in. Gaea and Tarturus, the area under the earth, had a son named Uranus(don’t laugh, he’s pretty powerful, even now). Uranus was dubbed the King of the Sky, being the sky itself. With some trickery with Eros, who had come with the others, made Gaea and Uranus fall for each other, and then had around eighteen children together. Ew, I know, but Eros has his ways.
Twelve of those kids were the twelve Titans. They were strong, mighty, and scary in the eyes of Uranus. In fear of having them overthrow him, as the prophecy said, he locked them up in Tarturus. Which just happens to be Gaea’s belly. That caused her severe pain, and pleaded for Uranus to let them out. He refused, but didn’t like the idea of his wife/mother in pain. In revenge, she taught Cronus, the youngest and fiercest of the twelve. Once he was old enough, she gave him an unbreakable sickle. If it hadn’t been so vicious, it would have been beautiful. Cronus, with the help of Hyperion(Titan of Illumination), Iapteus(Titan of Mortality), Coeus(Titan of wisdom), and Crius(The Titan of constellations), he took his sickle and ‘castrated’ him. Now, where do I fit into all of this? Well, I was a daughter of Cronus, and his sister, Rhea. The two weren’t very much alike, but because of his power, Rhea was forced into marrying him. Hyperion went with Theia, and had Helios, Selene and Eos. Coeus went with Phoebe, and had Leto(one of the many mistresses of my brother) and Asteria. Crius went with Eurybia, and had Pallas, Perses and Python. And well, Iapteus, he had three influential children. He had four, the mother we are still finding out who it is, but Prometheus, Menoetius, and Atlas were probably more of the important. Epithemeus, the Titan of afterthought, is more important in following chapters. Now, like most things, there was a prophecy. My father and my mom were to have six children, three boys and three girls, but his son would overthrow him. Which, like Uranus, freaked him out. But Cronus wasn’t dumb, he had learned from his father’s mistake. So instead, he swallowed his children, starting with his first one. Guess who that was.
Me. It was pretty lonely, in Cronus’ stomach, but we had nothing I could do. I sort of got this calmer and peaceful attitude, which was quite different than when the first thump of a new baby ran to me. Unfolding the cloth, I found that it was a male. I learned well. Supposedly, his name was Hades. I learned from the protests coming from Rhea. Yeah, I could hear. Hades grew to have a short temper from his father, and he was constantly walking the stomach, bored. He seemed to be bored, and almost isolated. He didn’t really like me that well, and when the second child came down, I was hopeful. Unfortunately, Poseidon wasn’t like most children. He was moody, one minute crying the next he’d be happy. The nectar and ambrosia my father ate kept us well and strong, but we were still pretty lanky.
They kept coming. Next came the careful Demeter, her hair the color of wheat. She didn’t like tight spaces, supposedly, and got very claustrophobic. I was fortunate for a sister, but she was so fidgety, it was hard to understand what she said sometimes. And finally, Hera came along. Bossy, she was. Pushing Hades around, making him get up and ‘DO SOMETHING’(Direct quote), which led to a lot of fights coming from our siblings. And which peaceful goddess had to get things back to order? Me. I seemed to get all the bad. Plus, a few years later, my father drank some awful drink. It was stinky, and his stomach started to rumble. I understood he was about to vomit, but most of the time it wasn’t so intense. He vomited every one of us, me being the last, and as we spurted onto the palace floor, we found a tall, broad and selfish blond male standing in front of us. It was nice to know what time of day it was, but boy, he was annoying. “I saved you, by giving Cronus a drink! You owe me.” he said. We figured out Rhea had helped, big time, and that Zeus was turning out to be a big liar.
Well, we had another war, which I pretty much stayed out of. I would tend the fire, and laugh at Prometheus’ jokes. He was a really nice guy, and supposedly could see glimpses of the future. Awesome, I commented. Zeus had been married, three times, before the ten year war ended. Once to Metis, who he swallowed, one time to Eurynome, who he dumped, and another time to Themis, who just left him. But they became pregnant, and he had little children of his running around. The Three Graces singing, the Hours and the Seasons changing the muck, and it didn’t help when he started getting headaches. Or maybe it did, cause a trained goddess of war came out, Athena.
So after the war, the Big Three boys decided on their places, and twelve Olympians were chosen to rule. Not me, of course. I prefer staying a goddess of hearth and home, and I still admire Prometheus. Even if I swore upon Zeus’ forehead that I wouldn’t marry or have sex, I still find a liking to him. Because, he did make sacrifices, and I was the one they were forced to sacrifice to.

Hestia

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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 4:34 pm

Zeus-Ruler of the Skies and Heavens, god of weather and controller of man

Coming soon!
Gonna make him how he really is
Narcissistic, rude, and scandalous!

Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 4:25 pm

Whipping winds and a gathering of icy hail drifted slowing in from the north, funneling into a small cavern just outside of Thrace. Hauling together, a figure could finally be seen at the center of this whirlwind blizzard. It was a tall figure, lean and muscular, with a hiker's beard, white and covered with shards of icy frost building up around the tips of his whiskers and beard. He wore a long, blue and white cloak, much like every other Greek was wearing at the time. That wasn't what made him different, however. Though he looked old, he was still a powerful looking man, easily judgeable by the size of his arms and chest. His cloak was billowing, even though there seemed to be no wind after his arrival. In his hand, he held a large conch shell, roughly the size of a human head.

It was Boreas, Greek God of the Northern Winds, and the bringer of winter.

In a sluggish fashion, Boreas walked casually towards a large chair, formed entirely out of stone and ice. His face showed anger, a sort of frustration that doesn't ever go away. This was what he always looked like. He raised up an arm and rested his head along it, peering out miserably as the sun began to show up above the horizon. He made a slight hmph sound, as if he expected Apollo to hear his frustrated remark. The time of winter was over, and spring was well on its way, followed closely after by summer. Boreas' job was finally done, and he hated it. He never enjoyed the company of his brothers. Zephyr, being the main one as he followed after him, was flying gracefully towards Mount Olympus, where he could begin conducting the symphony of his spring-like control. He would summon up warm, gentle winds to help cast aside the cold and icy leftovers of winter. Boreas was not happy, nor was he ever. From there, he went on.

"Oh, my dearest brethren, how I have yearned for your arrival. Closing up my reign of winter, only to warm the mortals which I so grudgingly despise! It makes me sick. If not for my sons, I would have tried to put the mortals in a winter so harsh, they would all die of hypoborea, frozen in my eternal, icy grasp. If anyone survived, they would have died of starvation. Why...why must you bring the mortals such flights of fancy? Why not relinquish their existence, much lie myself? Though I know now that it is their very existence which keeps us alive, I can not stomach the thought that we, the Gods, have to rely on such small, pestilent creatures! I anticipate my coming recycle, when my permafrost might extinguish the warmth and reviving sensation of the warmer days. 'Til then, my belove'd brothers, I shall rest."

With that, Boreas closed his large, blue, cold eyes and his body became a literal encasement. Freezing himself from the bottom up, Boreas lay perfectly still. Only the end of summer will cause his apparently frozen state to thaw, and he will once again reign his icy cold wrath upon the mortals of the earth.