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 Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 5:47 am
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[align=left][color=white]xxx[/color][size=11][color=skyblue]Why does it seem like you can't even [/color][color=violet]◢ [ s є є ] ◣[/color] [color=skyblue]me?[/size][/color]
[color=white]xxx[/color][size=11][color=skyblue]Am I so annoying that you have to [/color][color=violet]◢ [ i ɠ ɳ ø я e ] ◣[/color] [color=skyblue]me?[/color][/size][/align]
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 10:56 am
[align=center][color=lightskyblue][size=19]★ ღ[/size] [size=29]м[/size][size=20]εℓαηįε ღ ★[/size][/color][/align][align=left][img]http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad169/girlpower298/Random Junk/1250230ftygxciskl.jpg[/img][/align][align=center][color=indigo] Text goes here....[/color][/align]
[b][align=right][color=lightpink]♥~Violeteyes8~♥[/color][/align][/b]
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 12:34 pm
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✗ ωнεη ιτ яαιηs σn τhis side σғ τσwn ιτ τσuchεs εvεяyτhιng.Say ιτ αgαιη αnd Mεαη ιτ. ✗
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Posted: Sat Sep 04, 2010 7:38 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 8:24 am
I know its not good BUT STILL DON'T TAKE ANYTHING!Yup all rules apply with my layouts. XXXXXXIf looks could kill....Text goes here. Text goes here. Text goes here. Text goes here.Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here. Text Goes Here.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 3:25 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 5:55 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 6:24 pm
This form helps out alot.. My friend made it in another giuld, but it easy to copy and paste from.. And if anyone really needs other help, just PM me and i would be happy to hep as much as I can. Form of Helpfullness~ Thank you ThatMayhemMayFollow
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 12:56 pm
xxxxx❀xxxxxxxxι'м нεαят sιcк, нεαℓ мεxxxxбε cяαzч, cαη'т ℓεт чσυ gσxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘↘xxxbad girl, your reminiscences are driving me crazyтнε sριяιтυαℓ DAFNI orLAUREL TREE NYMPH She was unsure if he was actually mad or disgraced at the fact that he had been attracted to Chloe.She had always been good at reading faces, but Sophia wasn't. If she had been so oblivious-which she hadn't, thankfully, seeing as her sight was probably the eldest out of all of them-then she would have probably hurt herself for her stupidity. Like how some hit their heads on a desk when they got something wrong or something. It was Sophia's body anyways, not her own, and Gaia wanted out of this body more than anything. She wasn't like her children, who were still pretty tall, but not as big as her, or the gods who were even smaller. Or mortals. She wasn't a mortal, small and pathetic. So, being cooped up in the small body of Miss Johnson, it did depress herself slightly. Why even get dressed, get up, get yourself to look as close to your old form as possible if you weren't your old form? She moved her fingers around, obviously not important in the conversation anymore. It wasn't like anyone was really addressing her, only Ouranos who looked at her for a second to almost clarify before returning back to Iapetos and her current female state. She had noticed a lot of people plagued with this, even if she was sure that Dionysos who she had seen wearing female clothes was still a male, only up to his usual cross dressing tricks. No, Ge didn't really care about what happened to her grandchildren, or her great grandchildren. They all seemed to follow in their parents' footsteps, especially the children of Keraunos. Yet, it did pain her to see gods stuck as females, or goddesses stuck as males. It was like having sex with a mortal, degrading. Why do you think Aphrodite hadn't wanted Ankhises to tell? If she wasn't such a good mother, she would have not cared and have been on her little merry way. Both her and Ouranos were their normal genders, so she didn't need to really care about her children. Though, she was a good mother. She was Mother Earth. She cared about the kids she mothered till they were born till the day they were full gods. Even if they had four million heads. Laying in the grass, she breathed in slow breaths, gathering the September air. 'The leaves will start turning colors soon and start to fall.' was all she could think of.
She winced slightly at the thought, hating the fact that it was coming up soon. She loved fall. The feeling of the leaves falling on her skin, tickling her, it was probably one of the things she looked up to. She hadn't really told Demeter that she liked it-seeing as it would have probably made her granddaughter extremely mad at her- but as the Earth you would think that the goddess of corn would have come to her more. Yet, it wasn't like she could tell Demeter, could she? She had practically wanted to kill her favorite son for actually killing her granddaughter. Out of all the gods, the golden haired beauty had probably been the closest to her, and she didn't like it when Mason was just killing off everyone in their family tree. Her eyes leaked back to stare at Ouranos, who was still talking to Iapetos, and have his side a stare. It was obvious he would probably have a hit list himself, Kronos being at the top. Yes, the fact that the Titan was killing everyone and forcing her to 'help' him this time around did make her angry, but the youngest had always been her favorite. Why? Maybe because he had been the only one willing. She knew she wasn't really persuasive back then-she barely spoke most of the time-and she knew that her words she was telling her children about their father probably didn't do much. And maybe she should have given up.. But the pain. She looked down at her rather skinny stomach, the images of when it had been swollen with the kyklopes and hekatonkheires. She hadn't really spoken when she had been the earth, even if she was the voice of the environment pretty much, which might have been the reason she hadn't really pestered her husband about it. Sucking up pain was probably the worst thing, but rights for women were different back home. Was that one of the reasons she actually liked being reborn? So that if she wanted, she could just simply leave this behind and find a better husband? Dionysos never fully explained of what happened after, so if they stayed like this forever, she could just go. Her eyes looked back to the conversation at hand, which seemed to have finished, seeing as Chloe was now bowing to her father. Finding the action slightly unexpected, she watched her son kiss her hand delicately, making her skin tone in her cheeks turn a little pink.
Once the brunette left, her eyes returned to Ouranos, who seemed to be looking at her. So, did he really want to talk, or was this a bad time or something? She was actually hoping to stay on the hill for a few minutes longer and just think, but if he wanted something, she would have to agree, correct? Sure, she was his mom, but was mom really an appropriate word? She had created him, but it wasn't really giving birth to him or anything. It was just creating the sky and Tarturos, and deities just happened to come along with it. "Sure,"she said, sighing slightly as he showed her his number, before rushing down the hill. Could he already use his air and sky powers? Her hands dug into the soil-which hurt her slightly, she was still pretty close to the earth even in Sophia's body-, watching him disappear behind the crowds. Her eyes went to her bag, where she pulled out her phone. What had been his mortal name again? Urbano? She typed in his name and number, adding him as a contact before putting it back in her bag. He had better things to do than get pestered by his old life, right? She certainly didn't like it dragging on her, but Gaia guessed it was better than having Sophia control her. She was petrified of the goddess, so scared that the girl didn't really care of having her take over the mortal's body. Why didn't she wipe everything, then? What use did she have? It was mainly for mortal ties. The Johnson family, her old relationships, all those little people that had appeared in her life before she turned twenty, and started to remember. The littlest things came first, and then they just started adding up and up. All up until she knew exactly who she was, what she was missing, and what she needed. She needed escape. And seeing as the other two were now gone, she closed her eyes, keeping her breathing in check as she simply calmed down. The curfew. When was it anyways? It was probably close, and she still needed to get into her dorm. And get the key. She had rushed out of the lobby rather quickly in hopes of going to the hill.
A few minutes later, her shoulders were sore from the bumpiness of the hill. Groaning, she hated the weakness of her body. Why did she couldn't she do just as much as she had been able to do before? Why was her body so annoying? The earth had been a bed for her once she had been a goddess, immortal and far more beautiful than what she was now. She didn't have so much pain, but she supposed the world had been abused during her absence. Many times she had awoken from a stressed sleep and felt sick. So sick. Pontus had been sick too. Another reason why she liked being reborn, her strength didn't come from how strong the earth was. She didn't have to be half-way in the earth to live, she wasn't so attached. Sitting up, she rubbed her shoulders, feeling the fabric of her gloves on her skin. She needed to change, and take a shower. And some sleep. But how much time would she be given to do this? Well, if she hurried up, she might get more time. Standing up, her calf muscles screaming at her slightly as she did so, she grabbed her back and slung in on her back, grass falling down back onto the ground. Her eyes looked back at the grass, noticing that it had been wrecked slightly from her and Chloe sitting down on it. She hadn't really practiced her powers, it was more of a thing she did back home. But maybe, if no one was looking? Her eyes looked around, not many people were looking. And anyways, it looked as if it was about to rain. She crouched down, making her legs hurt even more, as she studied the grass. Before running her fingers through the blades as if she was running a hand through her hair. A smile appeared on her face as it turned back to it's luscious green, which made the rest of the field look even more yellow than it actually was. The landscaper could think whatever he wanted, and the rain would help the grass. Ah, rain. Another thing she liked, feeling the moist touch of the water on her skin. Yet, she didn't want to take her shower outside, and started a well paced walk back to the hotel, hoping she didn't accidentally get lost on the way back, which was something she'd probably do.
To: Urbano
From: Sophia
Message: Where to?
I don't really know any places in London
Don't really travel much..
Pressing SEND and sending the text, her flats hit the steps of the hotel as she entered. Sure, the text did say a little about Sophia, but wasn't that what she wanted? For him to know about who she was now, and what to expect? Though, maybe she could have not added the not traveling part. It was only because she was afraid of heights. Maybe she would always be that close to the earth, if she liked it or not. Looking around for the desk, she shook the minimal water from the rain that started. Though, most eyes were on the bodies. Bodies. "I don't know their names. Two killed though,"she heard from developing conversations. If it was a normal person, if it was someone that didn't have any importance in the Ancient Greek world, than she wouldn't need to care. But yet, her luck was never that good. She didn't need to see. The feeling was all to familiar. Aphrodite's. Goddess of beauty, love and lust, Ouranos' daughter. Did she even know she was Aphrodite, though? If not, that would have just been a waste for whoever the killer was. The killer.. Obviously her mind jumped to her son first, seeing as Mason had an ever growing hit list, one that she wouldn't be surprised to see Urbano come on once the narcissist found out that he was alive and planning to kill him. It was a hoop of hatred, wasn't it? Where was a goddess of peace when you needed her? Probably not made up somewhere. She had only started to see a few of the Muses, which were still rather important people back home. The next character didn't really interest her, and she continued walking towards the desk. Picking up a key and nodding at the teacher, she walked up to the elevator, waiting patiently. Sure, she had been a rather impatient goddess back when she was the earth, but she hadn't really been given the respect she had deserved. Now she was rather unknown, all up until people started realizing that Mother had finally returned. She actually did miss her Titanides, but she hadn't really seen them. Okeanos too-who hadn't overthrown Ouranos- would have brought a smile to her face, but it was always the wicked ones that came.
Heading up to her room, she fit the key in the slot, only to see someone who brought a smile to her face. So this was Billie, correct? The other two names seemed more masculine, so she guessed that the blond that sat on the bed, watching the door was probably Billie. She didn't care about that name, though, but actually preferring the sea dog that was underneath. Okeanos, probably one of the Titans that actually had a brain, and didn't fight in that war. Smart. Wars wrecked up her soil, anyways, made it impossible to grow anything, made her skin ashy and rough. She smiled, before closing the door behind her. "Hello, Okeanos,"she said, before looking around the room for her bags. Finding them, she took the bed nearest to her son. Or daughter. Like Iapetos, it seemed that the Titan of the Ocean was locked up in a mortal body. What would Tethys think? Some relationships were actually better than others, and those two were probably a good example. Out of the many that didn't work out that well, or didn't work at all. Sitting cross legged, she was tempted to ask a few questions. She didn't want to sound overly excited, though she did love her Titans. And Okeanos had been the first born, the one that had taken the throne after Ouranos was imprisoned. "Or do you prefer to be called Billie? Whichever is fine in my opinion, I don't mind.. It's just nice to see a Titan once again that doesn't want my head." A laugh escaped her lips at this, knowing that her sons probably hated her for helping the gods in the Titan War. Hugging her son tightly, she looked at the blond for awhile, before realizing the time. She only had a few minutes, she might as well get ready. Kissing the girl's cheek before pinching the other one, she ran to the bathroom-after getting an outfit from her suitcase in a rush-and took a shower. Now dressed up in some rather normal clothes, she zipped up her hoodie before taking out her phone, looking to see if Urbano had texted back. Was his dorm that interesting?
Shrugging, she placed her phone back in her pocket. She might as well try to go look for some place, if she was actually going to try to fit him in before curfew. Running down the steps, she jumped the last few before landing on the final landing and pushing the door open. Heading out of the hotel, her eyes scanned the busy streets of London. Truthfully, she never really liked big cities. Why couldn't they choose a small place off to the side, close to the big cities but farther enough away? Where was the next place, anyways? Paris. Where you'd be able to choose your rooms. Slightly afraid, she tried to keep her hair from getting wet as she walked the streets, happy that the teacher didn't scream at her to come back in. 'Some place close,' she told herself as her eyes scanned around, only before settling on a place that didn't seem to packed at this time of hour. Pulling out her phone once more, she sent the name of the place to Urbano via another text. She knew that texts over and over would probably annoy him, but she wasn't trying to be annoying. She wasn't the type to like to see people's buttons pressed. Walking into the shop, she simply ordered a water as she waited. "He better not order any meat,"she muttered, revealing that she was vegetarian. Animals were practically her children, though.
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[size=10]She was unsure if he was actually mad or disgraced at the fact that he had been attracted to Chloe.She had always been good at reading faces, but Sophia wasn't. If she had been so oblivious-which she hadn't, thankfully, seeing as her sight was probably the eldest out of all of them-then she would have probably hurt herself for her stupidity. Like how some hit their heads on a desk when they got something wrong or something. It was Sophia's body anyways, not her own, and Gaia wanted out of this body more than anything. She wasn't like her children, who were still pretty tall, but not as big as her, or the gods who were even smaller. Or mortals. She wasn't a mortal, small and pathetic. So, being cooped up in the small body of Miss Johnson, it did depress herself slightly. Why even get dressed, get up, get yourself to look as close to your old form as possible if you weren't your old form? She moved her fingers around, obviously not important in the conversation anymore. It wasn't like anyone was really addressing her, only Ouranos who looked at her for a second to almost clarify before returning back to Iapetos and her current female state. She had noticed a lot of people plagued with this, even if she was sure that Dionysos who she had seen wearing female clothes was still a male, only up to his usual cross dressing tricks. No, Ge didn't really care about what happened to her grandchildren, or her great grandchildren. They all seemed to follow in their parents' footsteps, especially the children of Keraunos. Yet, it did pain her to see gods stuck as females, or goddesses stuck as males. It was like having sex with a mortal, degrading. Why do you think Aphrodite hadn't wanted Ankhises to tell? If she wasn't such a good mother, she would have not cared and have been on her little merry way. Both her and Ouranos were their normal genders, so she didn't need to really care about her children. Though, she was a good mother. She was Mother Earth. She cared about the kids she mothered till they were born till the day they were full gods. Even if they had four million heads. Laying in the grass, she breathed in slow breaths, gathering the September air. [color=#E4317F][i]'The leaves will start turning colors soon and start to fall.'[/color][/i] was all she could think of.
She winced slightly at the thought, hating the fact that it was coming up soon. She loved fall. The feeling of the leaves falling on her skin, tickling her, it was probably one of the things she looked up to. She hadn't really told Demeter that she liked it-seeing as it would have probably made her granddaughter extremely mad at her- but as the Earth you would think that the goddess of corn would have come to her more. Yet, it wasn't like she could tell Demeter, could she? She had practically wanted to kill her favorite son for actually killing her granddaughter. Out of all the gods, the golden haired beauty had probably been the closest to her, and she didn't like it when Mason was just killing off everyone in their family tree. Her eyes leaked back to stare at Ouranos, who was still talking to Iapetos, and have his side a stare. It was obvious he would probably have a hit list himself, Kronos being at the top. Yes, the fact that the Titan was killing everyone and forcing her to 'help' him this time around did make her angry, but the youngest had always been her favorite. Why? Maybe because he had been the only one willing. She knew she wasn't really persuasive back then-she barely spoke most of the time-and she knew that her words she was telling her children about their father probably didn't do much. And maybe she should have given up.. But the pain. She looked down at her rather skinny stomach, the images of when it had been swollen with the kyklopes and hekatonkheires. She hadn't really spoken when she had been the earth, even if she was the voice of the environment pretty much, which might have been the reason she hadn't really pestered her husband about it. Sucking up pain was probably the worst thing, but rights for women were different back home. Was that one of the reasons she actually liked being reborn? So that if she wanted, she could just simply leave this behind and find a better husband? Dionysos never fully explained of what happened after, so if they stayed like this forever, she could just go. Her eyes looked back to the conversation at hand, which seemed to have finished, seeing as Chloe was now bowing to her father. Finding the action slightly unexpected, she watched her son kiss her hand delicately, making her skin tone in her cheeks turn a little pink.
Once the brunette left, her eyes returned to Ouranos, who seemed to be looking at her. So, did he really want to talk, or was this a bad time or something? She was actually hoping to stay on the hill for a few minutes longer and just think, but if he wanted something, she would have to agree, correct? Sure, she was his mom, but was mom really an appropriate word? She had created him, but it wasn't really giving birth to him or anything. It was just creating the sky and Tarturos, and deities just happened to come along with it. [color=#E4317F][b]"Sure,"[/color][/b]she said, sighing slightly as he showed her his number, before rushing down the hill. Could he already use his air and sky powers? Her hands dug into the soil-which hurt her slightly, she was still pretty close to the earth even in Sophia's body-, watching him disappear behind the crowds. Her eyes went to her bag, where she pulled out her phone. What had been his mortal name again? Urbano? She typed in his name and number, adding him as a contact before putting it back in her bag. He had better things to do than get pestered by his old life, right? She certainly didn't like it dragging on her, but Gaia guessed it was better than having Sophia control her. She was petrified of the goddess, so scared that the girl didn't really care of having her take over the mortal's body. Why didn't she wipe everything, then? What use did she have? It was mainly for mortal ties. The Johnson family, her old relationships, all those little people that had appeared in her life before she turned twenty, and started to remember. The littlest things came first, and then they just started adding up and up. All up until she knew exactly who she was, what she was missing, and what she needed. She needed escape. And seeing as the other two were now gone, she closed her eyes, keeping her breathing in check as she simply calmed down. The curfew. When was it anyways? It was probably close, and she still needed to get into her dorm. And get the key. She had rushed out of the lobby rather quickly in hopes of going to the hill.
A few minutes later, her shoulders were sore from the bumpiness of the hill. Groaning, she hated the weakness of her body. Why did she couldn't she do just as much as she had been able to do before? Why was her body so annoying? The earth had been a bed for her once she had been a goddess, immortal and far more beautiful than what she was now. She didn't have so much pain, but she supposed the world had been abused during her absence. Many times she had awoken from a stressed sleep and felt sick. So sick. Pontus had been sick too. Another reason why she liked being reborn, her strength didn't come from how strong the earth was. She didn't have to be half-way in the earth to live, she wasn't so attached. Sitting up, she rubbed her shoulders, feeling the fabric of her gloves on her skin. She needed to change, and take a shower. And some sleep. But how much time would she be given to do this? Well, if she hurried up, she might get more time. Standing up, her calf muscles screaming at her slightly as she did so, she grabbed her back and slung in on her back, grass falling down back onto the ground. Her eyes looked back at the grass, noticing that it had been wrecked slightly from her and Chloe sitting down on it. She hadn't really practiced her powers, it was more of a thing she did back home. But maybe, if no one was looking? Her eyes looked around, not many people were looking. And anyways, it looked as if it was about to rain. She crouched down, making her legs hurt even more, as she studied the grass. Before running her fingers through the blades as if she was running a hand through her hair. A smile appeared on her face as it turned back to it's luscious green, which made the rest of the field look even more yellow than it actually was. The landscaper could think whatever he wanted, and the rain would help the grass. Ah, rain. Another thing she liked, feeling the moist touch of the water on her skin. Yet, she didn't want to take her shower outside, and started a well paced walk back to the hotel, hoping she didn't accidentally get lost on the way back, which was something she'd probably do.
[color=#E4317F][u][color=black]To: Urbano
From: Sophia
Message: Where to?
I don't really know any places in London
Don't really travel much..[/color][/u][/color]
Pressing SEND and sending the text, her flats hit the steps of the hotel as she entered. Sure, the text did say a little about Sophia, but wasn't that what she wanted? For him to know about who she was now, and what to expect? Though, maybe she could have not added the not traveling part. It was only because she was afraid of heights. Maybe she would always be that close to the earth, if she liked it or not. Looking around for the desk, she shook the minimal water from the rain that started. Though, most eyes were on the bodies. Bodies. "I don't know their names. Two killed though,"she heard from developing conversations. If it was a normal person, if it was someone that didn't have any importance in the Ancient Greek world, than she wouldn't need to care. But yet, her luck was never that good. She didn't need to see. The feeling was all to familiar. Aphrodite's. Goddess of beauty, love and lust, Ouranos' daughter. Did she even know she was Aphrodite, though? If not, that would have just been a waste for whoever the killer was. The killer.. Obviously her mind jumped to her son first, seeing as Mason had an ever growing hit list, one that she wouldn't be surprised to see Urbano come on once the narcissist found out that he was alive and planning to kill him. It was a hoop of hatred, wasn't it? Where was a goddess of peace when you needed her? Probably not made up somewhere. She had only started to see a few of the Muses, which were still rather important people back home. The next character didn't really interest her, and she continued walking towards the desk. Picking up a key and nodding at the teacher, she walked up to the elevator, waiting patiently. Sure, she had been a rather impatient goddess back when she was the earth, but she hadn't really been given the respect she had deserved. Now she was rather unknown, all up until people started realizing that Mother had finally returned. She actually did miss her Titanides, but she hadn't really seen them. Okeanos too-who hadn't overthrown Ouranos- would have brought a smile to her face, but it was always the wicked ones that came.
Heading up to her room, she fit the key in the slot, only to see someone who brought a smile to her face. So this was Billie, correct? The other two names seemed more masculine, so she guessed that the blond that sat on the bed, watching the door was probably Billie. She didn't care about that name, though, but actually preferring the sea dog that was underneath. Okeanos, probably one of the Titans that actually had a brain, and didn't fight in that war. Smart. Wars wrecked up her soil, anyways, made it impossible to grow anything, made her skin ashy and rough. She smiled, before closing the door behind her. [color=#E4317F][b]"Hello, Okeanos,"[/color][/b]she said, before looking around the room for her bags. Finding them, she took the bed nearest to her son. Or daughter. Like Iapetos, it seemed that the Titan of the Ocean was locked up in a mortal body. What would Tethys think? Some relationships were actually better than others, and those two were probably a good example. Out of the many that didn't work out that well, or didn't work at all. Sitting cross legged, she was tempted to ask a few questions. She didn't want to sound overly excited, though she did love her Titans. And Okeanos had been the first born, the one that had taken the throne after Ouranos was imprisoned. [color=#E4317F][b]"Or do you prefer to be called Billie? Whichever is fine in my opinion, I don't mind.. It's just nice to see a Titan once again that doesn't want my head."[/color][/b] A laugh escaped her lips at this, knowing that her sons probably hated her for helping the gods in the Titan War. Hugging her son tightly, she looked at the blond for awhile, before realizing the time. She only had a few minutes, she might as well get ready. Kissing the girl's cheek before pinching the other one, she ran to the bathroom-after getting an outfit from her suitcase in a rush-and took a shower. Now dressed up in some rather [url=http://www.polyvore.com/gaia_trying/set?id=23040637]n[/url]ormal clothes, she zipped up her hoodie before taking out her phone, looking to see if Urbano had texted back. Was his dorm that interesting?
Shrugging, she placed her phone back in her pocket. She might as well try to go look for some place, if she was actually going to try to fit him in before curfew. Running down the steps, she jumped the last few before landing on the final landing and pushing the door open. Heading out of the hotel, her eyes scanned the busy streets of London. Truthfully, she never really liked big cities. Why couldn't they choose a small place off to the side, close to the big cities but farther enough away? Where was the next place, anyways? Paris. Where you'd be able to choose your rooms. Slightly afraid, she tried to keep her hair from getting wet as she walked the streets, happy that the teacher didn't scream at her to come back in. [color=#E4317F][i]'Some place close,'[/color][/i] she told herself as her eyes scanned around, only before settling on a place that didn't seem to packed at this time of hour. Pulling out her phone once more, she sent the name of the place to Urbano via another text. She knew that texts over and over would probably annoy him, but she wasn't trying to be annoying. She wasn't the type to like to see people's buttons pressed. Walking into the shop, she simply ordered a water as she waited. [color=#E4317F][b]"He better not order any meat,"[/color][/b]she muttered, revealing that she was vegetarian. Animals were practically her children, though.
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 1:37 pm
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[align=left][size=9][i]"That's us," he said. "Those five pinecones right there."
"Which one is me?" I asked.
"The little deformed one," Zoe suggested.
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"Which one is me?" I asked.
"The little deformed one," Zoe suggested.
-pєrcч jαcksσn & thє σlчmpíαns
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