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Memories in the Mist Captain
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 Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 4:20 pm
The volleyball courts. Campers can come here to have fun.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 7:07 pm
Kiwi walked up to the vollyball court and watched a couple of Apollo kids playing ball. She sat on the sand, 10 feet away from them and watched the game intentivly. She looked back down at her gold chain around her left wrist and frowned. "I hope I don't end up like Sammy, being unclaimed for 7 years..." she said to herself.
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 5:27 pm
grace walks to the vollyball court and sits a few feet away fom kiwi and just watches the the ppl playing on the court.she still carieing her journal every were but this time she had the doll too.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 9:30 am
Myka yawned softly and sat down fairly close to the volleyball courts. She couldn't play, as she didn't know how. But the flaming red haired girl honeslty didn't want to. She sighed softly and ran a hand through her hair, all the while thinking that she should probably just let it grow in brown.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 10:00 am
Ayame sat in the shade of a large oak tree, her slender legs folded beneath her, and her vivid blue, mascara-framed eyes surveying the Volleyball Court with a look of mild interest. "This place is so dull." She murmured, unscrewing a bottle of neon peach-colored nail polish, and dragging the brush expertly across her nails. The day was so ridiculously hot that she doubted the paint would even dry on it's own. Not like that really mattered though. Ayame had a couple tricks up her sleeve for making stubborn nail polish dry. Reaching up one hand, she adjusted her messy bun, careful not to smudge the still-sticky polish that coated her fingers.XxX Sho wrinkled his nose as the acidic smell of nail polish hit him. "That smells disgusting." He told Ayame calmly before returning his attention to the collection of knives she had dumped on his bed earlier that morning, demanding that he sharpen them. And although he had had much more exciting plans in mind, when Ayame told you to do something, you did that something. Period. Sighing, he flexed his shoulders, the sticky summer air pressing down heavily on him. Even in the shade, he felt like he was slowly dying of the heat. The people who were currently playing volleyball must have been made of truly impressive stuff.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 10:06 am
Margarita sighed softly, laying back on the grass beside the volleyball courts. Crossing her ankles, she lifted one hand into the sky and stared at the engraving on it. Obidience red the scars in her right hand. Rita sighed softly and closed her eyes, red hair in a scarlet halo about her pretty face. She was tired. She wanted to leave and find her mother and her little sisters. She wanted to tell the CPA about what that b*****d Raoul had done to her and Vickie and Stella and get John put away simply because he was such a p***k. Rita groaned gently and rested the hand on her face, reaching out to kick Arson when he spoke. "Stop talking." she mumbled.
Arson had normally never really been one to bother Rita when she was thinking, but he had that nagging urge to try and speak with her. She had been oddly cold and aloof as of late, very distant. He worried about her. He was her only friend besides a few of the pegasi and he doubted that the creatures counted much for friends. "Don't look so depressed. I think you just might take a knife and ram it through your throat." he said as he stared down at his friend. He laughed lightly when Rita replied and swatted her lightly with his own foot. "You know I'm right."
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 10:12 am
Ayame waved her hands in the air, trying to dry the nail polish as she gazed around the surrounding area, her eyes narrowing slightly. This place really was the pits. And she didn't understand why there had been this calling inside her to come here either. She had been perfectly fine living in the mortal world, thank you very much. After listening to several stories about how other Campers had gotten attacked while living in the mortal world, Ayame had come to the conclusion that her Goddess parent must be a very minor one. Otherwise, why would she have lived a decent and safe life? "Well, not like this isn't fun just sitting around and doing nothing, but I think I'll go join those filthy-smelling boys playing volleyball." She said, standing up and dusting herself off.XxX Sho sighed again as he laid down the last of Ayame's mini-knives. Now that that was out of the way, maybe he could find something mildly entertaining to do. "Have fun with that." He called after Ayame's retreating form. It didn't really matter to him whether she was sitting beside him or if she was out grinding those boys face's into the dirt. Pulling his hair up into a pony-tail, Sho eyed Ayame's knives with interest. He was always complaining about his hair, after all. Now was as good a time as any to chop it all off. Seriously contemplating that idea gave Sho something to do for several minutes, although in the end, he decided against it. Leaning back against the tree's rough bark, he stared up at the blazingly blue sky, his mind blank.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 10:16 am
Rita sighed softly and stared up at the dark skinned boy who insisted on speaking with her this early in the afternoon. How could someone who knew her so well be so stupid? She knew he was aware of how she absoloutely loathe being talked to until it was well after noon, and how she refused to actually act like a human being until she had at least something moderately sugary. She grinned lightly when he tossed to her a bright green stick of rock candy and broke off a piece to place between her lips. She blinked curiously at him and her eyes flickered over to the new arrivals. "I don't like people." she stated. When her friend spoke again, Margarita actually was able to kick him and smiled up at his wince. "I don't like you."
Arson was fully aware of how Rita could get when she hadn't been properly 'nourished' so early in the afternoon. Hell, the girl ate so many sweets throughout the day, it was a wonder her teeth were all still pearly white. The black haired male reached around his his pocket for a few moments and smiled when he found what he was looking for. Rock candy was one of Rita's few weaknesses. Tossing it down to the girl he looked over, catching sight of two campers he hadn't seen before. "We've got some new arrivals. It'd be nice for you to meet some new people, you anti-social freak." he said, looking down at his friend. When she spoke, Arson rolled his eyes. "I'm a people. And so are you." He winced when her foot connected with his shin. He swore lightly at the girl and shook his head. "You're crazy."
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 10:34 am
"Now, repeat after me, please." Ayame instructed calmly, for all the world sounding like she was telling the boy who's face she was currently grinding into the dusty Earth how to bake an apple pie. " 'Just because a girl is beautiful and cares about her appearance and is a Daughter of Aphrodite doesn't mean that she is weak. I will never again consider myself a better person, and more specifically a better fighter, that a girl. And I am truly sorry about that way I treated you, Ayame Brookewood.' ". Letting go of the boy's hair (and thus slamming his face once again into the dirt) Ayame jammed one dangerous-looking high-heel into the boy's back as gazing down at her nails, a clear sign of victory. "You're lucky you didn't make me chip a nail." She continued sweetly, her full lips forming a perfect pout. "Otherwise I might seriously have to hurt you." Removing her foot from the boy's back, Ayame picked up the volleyball, and tossed it into the air before turning and leaving the court, smirking slightly to herself. What a lovely way to introduce herself to a mass of her fellow Campers!XxX Sho, who had been enjoying a peaceful state of mind that involved him thinking about nothing, and merely watching the cloud roll by, was dragged from his happy state of blankness by the sound of several people shouting at the top of their lungs. Without even opening his eyes to check, Sho knew Ayame was responsible. Standing up, he pasted a cool smile on his face and walked over to Ayame, who had been heading in his direction. "Now what did you do?" He asked her in a tone that indicated he really didn't care. Looking past Ayame's shoulder to the boy who was being gingerly helped off the ground by his friends, Sho couldn't help but snicker slightly. Stupid boy. The physical damage would hurt, but it would be nothing compared to the bruises his ego would be feeling. Strolling over to the group of boys, he smiled lazily. "A word of advice. Try not to piss Ayame off. Otherwise, you'll end up like your friend." He inclined his head towards Ayame's latest victim, who was staring at Sho murderously. Giving them all a sarcastic little smile that was clearly meant to be kind, Sho turned and followed Ayame back to the tree, hands in his pockets, and whistling an annoying cheery tune.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 10:39 am
Rita blinked, eyes set on the nearly cloudless blue sky. She toyed absentmindedly with the cndy between her lips and blinked, looking up abruptly when she heard sounds of a scuffle. Either she'd want in or she'd have to break it up and she really wasn't in the ood for either. When the auburn haired girl seemed to handle herself, Margarita nodded easily and smiled. "Though I might like her..." she stated mildly, a laugh on her lips as she watched the girl move gracefully away. She blinked at a dark haired male she hadn't noticed earlier. He was... Attractive and she tilted her head, green candy hanging from her lips. "Who are they?" she asked Arson curiously, tilting her head to the side as she watched them.
ARson blinked, slowly as his eyes scanned the volleyball courts.He had never really been one to play the game or watch it , but a certain new match caught his eye. A girl, robably a daughter of Aprhodite from the way she looked, was at one minute playing and at the next literally being the crap out of one of the boys. Had he said something to her? Perhaps. What was her name? He wracked her brain for a few moments and nodded when he found it. Ayame Brookewood. And the guy was the other new arrival; Sho. He laughed when Myka spoke and rolled his dark eyes, arms folded across his chest. "The girl is Ayame and the male is Sho." he stated, looking down as his friend nodded.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 10:49 am
Ayame sighed, and bent down to adjust the straps on one of her favourite high-heeled sandals. Whoever had come up with high-heels must have been a genius, because not only were they fashionable, but the heels would actually be turned into fairly decent weapons. "Oh, damn, I can't concentrate now that everyone's staring at me." She said to Sho in a tone of annoyance, even though she hadn't really had anything that demanded a large amount of concentration, and she'd brought most of the attention onto herself. Shaking her head, she reached down, and gathered up her collection of knives, slipping them into her pockets, and hiding them out of sight. Unlike Sho, she wasn't one to flaunt the fact that she had a weapon that she could kill you with. Perhaps it was in opposition to her jaw-dropping appearance, but Ayame wasn't one for noticeable weapons. Ugh. The day was so hot that she could practically FEEL her hair curl, and her make-up slowly sweat off her face. Sadly, even the best waterproof concealers and eye-enhancers couldn't hold their own against the summer weather. What a shame. "Perhaps we should go swimming later on in the day..." She mused aloud, hands on hips as she glanced around the court, her sharp gaze falling on two remotely interesting looking people. How odd. A girl and a boy, just like herself and Sho. Ayame smiled, and waved at them, but stayed where she was. "What do you say to the idea of making some friends in this hell hole?" She asked the collected Asian boy. "I'm sick and tired of talking to only you." XxX Sho was starting to seriously consider the idea of taking off his shirt. The sun's heat was just so overwhelming, and in the back of his mind, he wondered how Ayame could stand there, looking like some sun-kissed model standing against a fake tropical backdrop who was advertising heels, while he himself looked like he'd just run a marathon, complete with the dead-tired expression, and the sweat-dripping hair. Sometimes, he really did hate the Love Goddess's daughter who followed him around like a second shadow. "Yes, what a difficult life you lead; everyone is looking at you, and once again, you are the center of attention." Sho said in a rare display of what could have been sarcasm. "And besides, what does it matter? It's not like you were doing anything of importance." He tried to console himself that the heat was only this intense because it was midday and things would get better as time went by without much success. He really and truly hated it here. There was nothing to do (except for train), most kids were never even claimed by their parents (the Hermes's cabin was literally over flowing with unclaimed Campers), and the heat just by itself was enough to drive anyone insane. "A swim sounds nice, but aren't you afraid your make-up will run?" Sho asked Ayame sweetly, knowing full well that she wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to him, and when she said 'perhaps' she really meant 'we're going swimming later on today, get used to the idea'. Sighing again, he just shook his head at her when Ayame expressed the desire to make some more friends. Whatever kept her from disemboweling another kid.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 10:58 am
Rita pursed her lips, tilting her head as she watched hte two of them. They were an unlikely pair, much like herself and Arson. But that only gave her more resolve not to judge them. People who resembled herself made Rita wonder. Kindred sprits were few in this mad world and she relished it whenever she got the chance to meet one. "The guy's hair is so long..." she mumbled through a mouthful of rock candy. Biting down sharply on the piece, she made quick work of the green sugar, and rolled around the wooden stick on which it had been placed in her hand. She pouted lightly. "The girl is too pretty. I hope she isn't like the others from Aphrodite. Stupid bimbos." she swore beneath her breath, shaking her head as she did so. She rolled her eyes when Arson spoke. "You're just saying that because you can't wait to grope her." she stated bluntly. That was right about when his foot made contact with the side of her head. She was taken by surprise with the sudden burst of violence, but almost found herself proud of Arson for doing so. She had always been the more aggressive of the duo and it was a wonderful "Way to show some balls..." It took everything she had to not simply get up and take him to the ground. No. There were too many people and Rita's war cry was a frightful and banshee like wail. No need to scare away the newbies from their only source of 'hope' in this world. Scoffing darkly, Margarita rolled her maroon eyes. Nursing her head wound, the redhaired half-blood sighed. Abruptly, she dug her finger into Arson's leg and felt heat pool downwards her arm and onto her designated target. She smiled as he swore at her and muttered something about another pair of torn jeans. "Shut up. Torn jeans are sexy. They'll help you snag that lovely little bird over there." she teased, a bright smirk on her pale lips.
Arson scoffed lightly when Rita spoke. "Your hair used to be that long." he said offhandedly. He had heard stories from others at camp about Rita's hair and the way she never took much notice of it until someone yanked her by her braid in a fight. She had cut her hair right then and threw a few strays in her opponents eyes. Sure, it was a dirty, underhanded trick, and her hair was considerably shorter, but most knew never to talk about hair when it came to Margarita Tate's. Shrugging his own hair out of his eyes, Arson frowned lightly at the strands. Normally, he just willed them short or had Rita burn the ends. He never really took a pair of scissors to his own head, mostly because he'd end up cutting everything except for his messy ebony locks. He lifted a hand to wave at the auburn haired girl and snorted at his friend. "You shouldn't judge someone before you know them, Miss Rita." he said. Her next comment turned the bridge of his nose pink and he easily lifted his foot to kick Rita. He smiled when his foot made contact with the side of her head. Looking down at her, he let his hand fall down and rest in his pocket. Smiling down at his female friend he winked at her and her little statement. "Why thank you. Now all I have to do is chop off yours." he said. He supposed he earned what came next. He hissed, nearly jumping away from Rita if he hadn't already been used to the mischief she could make with heat and fire. "That's the third pair of jeans you've ruined this week, Margarita Naomi." he grumbled, reaching down to inspect the damage done. It wasn't too terrible, but it left him with a sour taste in his mouth and a groan towards his best friend. He reached down and placed his hand on Rita's head. "You seriously need to learn how to shut up." he said, an exhasperated sigh on his lips.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 11:01 am
Ayame eyed her two new subjects with interest. A boy and a girl hanging out together without the slightest hint of flirting always caught her attention, and the redhead and dark-skinned boy were among the few that Ayame had seen (so far) at Camp Half-Blood who actually looked like they might have a decent thought in their pretty little head. Even just from watching the two for a moment, she could determine several things. First, the boy, like Sho, was clearly a very passive person who's temper barely existed. She has to smile at that. Finally, someone for him to talk to. The girl, however, looked like she was definitely going to cause some waves on Ayame's world. If there was one thing Ayame hated, it was having to spend time with a independent, b itchy young girl like herself. She was used to being the top dog, and having plenty of thoughtless bubble-heads to manipulate. A girl who could think for herself always set Ayame's teeth on edge. It was undoubtly her greatest flaw; 'Works well with other people if she can control them'. And solely for the reason that this girl might just be a red haired carbon copy of herself, she considered turning her back on them, and dragging Sho off to some other part of the camp. But...she didn't. For whatever reason, Ayame made the decision to stay and greet them. The fact that the boy was on the more attractive side (although he still wasn't what Ayame would consider date-able) had nothing to do with her decision at all. No, it was more likely that Ayame just wanted to prove that a girl could be both pretty and powerful. These two semi-intelligent looking people were just the first step to accomplishing that goal. Even if the girl wasn't going to slavishly bow down to her, Ayame would still be able to put the girl to good use. All she needed was a couple friends. After that, everything was easy. First you had to make friends. Then, you could rule the world. Waving at them, Ayame turned towards Sho, tossing several strands of golden-brown hair over her shoulder as she did so. "Once again, I have saved the two of us from a long, mind-dulling, boring afternoon of sitting around and doing nothing." Ayame pointed with a long, orange fingernail towards the two. "Our newest friends, and, with a little luck, a way out of the stupidity of this place. Let's go introduce ourselves, shall we?" Ayame thought for a brief moment, then smiled, her eyes lighting up wickedly. "The girl looks pretty, doesn't she? I bet she's the kind of girl who speaks her mind, and doesn't let other people tell her what to do. Pretty and smart is always a good combination, right Sho?" She knew for a fact that the pale boy hated girls who couldn't form a logical thought. Pasting a smile on her face, Ayame began to walk towards the two, noticing as she did so that the red-head seemed to set the boy's pants on fire. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. A hint of wickedness slipped into Ayame's smile. Oh, she and this girl were going to get along just fine. Fire and water; opposites that could either cancel each other out, or basically destroy the world. Both were equally possible. The outcome just depended on the circumstances. Yes, this was going to be perfect.XxX Sho watched Ayame with something close to wary amusement. True, he also had noticed their new 'friends', but had paid them no attention since he lacked Ayame's ability to see rules behind the way teenage society was run, and then twist those to fit her needs. He saw them as people; Ayame saw them as stepping stones in just another one of her plans. He hadn't seen the way she acted around normal people, since he'd met her while on the way to Camp Half-Blood. But Sho had known Ayame long enough to figure out that she never 'just made friends'. For her, there was always a reason. Rolling his eye skyward, and praying to whatever Gods were listening that this wouldn't go horribly wrong, Sho mentally prepared himself for whatever was going to happen next. A bored, bland expression on his face, a slouch to his shoulders, and a smile that could be pulled out in a second, should he need to remedy the solution. He was tempted to ask his friend why she even bothered; clearly, she liked being friends with people she could control. So why didn't she just go back to the Aphrodite Cabin, and become besties with the girls in there? However, watching Ayame's eyes flicker slightly as she thought things through, Sho realized he already knew the answer to his own question. Because she liked the challenge. Sighing, he shook his head. Sooner or later, Ayame's plans were going to back-fire, and he was going to be screwed. Sho sincerely hoped that today was not going to be the day when her luck ran out. Should that ever happen, he personally would have liked to be as far away from the situation as possible. "Well, that is wonderful! What would I have done without you to save me from the pits of despair and the lethargic-ness of the doldrums?" He smiled serenely at Ayame, inclining his head towards the two who were either going to end up saving his life, or destroying it. He was tempted to say something more, preferably sarcastic, but refrained from doing so. The sooner he could get started on a peaceful frame of mind, the better. "I can't wait to meet them. You lead the way, oh Friend-Creating Mistress of Wonderfulness, and I will follow." Had anyone else said that, it would have sounded sarcastic and mean. But Sho's calm voice made it sound just like every other sentence that left his mouth; cool, collected, and not at all provocative. He said nothing when she mentioned his preferred personality traits of girls, merely just blinked his gray eyes at her slowly, as if he didn't understand what she saying. Yes, he liked girls who expressed their opinion...just as long as they weren't overbearing. Pulling his hair into another ponytail, he finalized this one by pulling a rubber band around the loose strands of hair. "Here goes nothing." Sho thought wryly before stepping out into the glaringly hot sun, and following after Ayame on her- 'their' quest for friends.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 11:09 am
Rita rolled her bright eyes. "My a**." she stated, her eyes shifting back to their normal soft blue hue. She was grateful she was around Arson. He was one of hte few people that could actually calm her down. Besides, she was also a bit of his crutch as well. Ever since Ivy died... Shaking the thoughts from her mind, Rita blinked as she saw the auburn haired girl wave again at them. Crap. "Forcing new people down my throat isn't going to make me less anti-social, Mr. Arsonic." she stated firmly. Margarita didn't like people. It was just that simple. It was a wonder she even had a friend or two in this Gods forsaken hellhole. IT was a wonder she even had a male friend considering all the crap she had been put through. A lot of negative energy was connected to men and she wasn't too keen on making another one a friend. But Rita was too open-minded for her own good. "Why don't you go and I'll stay here? You could even have a three way without me." she said, absentmindedly reaching to scratch at the scar on the back of her hand. She was only a little self concious around new people, mostly because of that irritating little scar. Otherwise, she was fine. Leather jacket hanging off her knee, 'Velvet Underground' t-shirt proud on her muscled frame, and jeans decorated with all kinds of safety pins and zippers? Rita was completely in her element. She tugged her red hair up into a ponytail and played absentmindedly with the strip of silver. Someone had once told her it was a clue as to who her father was, but she hadn't believed a lick of that bullsh*t. THe redhaired menace sighed, biting her lower lip. "What if I buy you a new pair of jeans?" she asked. She only pouted at his answer and reached out to punch his leg. A sigh coming to her pale lips, she leaned back on her left hand. When Arson got stubborn, Arson got stubborn. When it came to something he wanted, he was almost as bad as Rita, and that was saying something. On a regular basis, Arson was a lamb. But apparently when it came to the spitfire's social life (or lackthereof) he was a raging bull on testostorone and steroids. Frowning, Rita sighed. "You will be the death of me, Mr. Nightshade." she mumbled as she popped the last of her emerald rock candy into her mouth and gave these certain strangers curious glances. Her eyes roamed over the girl first. She was fit looking, well muscled. Her hands looked a little too soft for Rita's taste, but she could tell the girl knew how to fight. Her face was way too pretty. So much so, it nearly irritated the girl. Her eyes then flickered to the boy. He didn't look like much at first glance, but then again, neither did the girl. His hair was longer than she had seen from far away, and his eyes were an odd shade. He had a nice face and a simple build. He seemed to be a bit more muscled than her Arson, but Arson was far more well equipped for speed than actual fighting. Pouting her lips, she reached into the pocket of her jacket and fished around for a moment until she found a Sour Cherry Blowpop. AFter unwrapping the sugary treat, she popped the confection into her mouth and waited, legs crossed and weight on her hands as she wondered how this little scene would unfold.
Arson was aware of many things about Rita Tate. One; She hated being called by her full name (Margarita) unless being introduced to someone. Two; The quickest way to her heart, was through her stomach, via sweet tooth. Three; You couldn't control her in any way, shape or form. Four; She was an anti-social b*tch. "C'mon, Rita, these guys might not be as bad as you're already making them out to be." he said. Her firm response earned a scoff from him as he placed his hand back into his pocket. Staring down at the girl, he was grateful to see at least her eyes were back to normal. If she was less irritated, she was less likely to pick a fight. Less likely still didn't mean unlikely. "No, Rita Tate. You're going to make some new friends. I'm getting sick of your harping and nagging and being your only punching bag backslash dartboard." he said, albeit a bit crossly. "Besides, we'd need one more to have a magnificent, explosive orgy." he continued with a teasing smile. He looked back out over the two that had steadily begun their approach and a smile crossed his lips. "You're going to get me a new pair of jeans anyways, Rita. And you're going to replace all the other pairs you've 'enhanced'." he said. He merely smiled when Margarita spoke again, but didn't bother answering the girl. He was too occupied. Finally, he just might be able to schlepp the independent redhead off on these two. Yes, it'd be cruel, but Rita was annoying as hell. Shaking his head, he ran a hand through his dark bangs, effectively drawing the hairs from his eyes. "Hey!" he greeted the newcomers, a simple smile on his face.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 11:16 am
(Sorry, I know my post is much shorter than yours, but I just couldn't think of anything to say. Please don't hate me!) Ayame tried to convince herself that she was not nervous. Not at all. Not in the slightest. No way was she nervous. That would have gone against the very laws of nature; utterly and completely impossible. Ayame Brookewood did NOT get nervous. She was a people-person, and completely in her element when around other people. Okay, so maybe she was a little nervous. But not because she was afraid of the emo looking red-haired girl who was sitting next to the dark-skinned boy (who, Ayame couldn't help but notice, was looking more and more attractive as she got closer). Ayame was nervous-no, unnerved because she was afraid something might happen that would make her loose her temper and end up doing something she would, seconds later, regret. Really, she was trying to get a better control of her anger (and temper). But doing so was hard for the pretty brunette. Her desire to always be the head b itch coupled with the fact that she wasn't a sympathetic person made for some rather sticky situations. Situations that she had only gotten out of because of her friends (slaves), or, more recently, Sho. Ayame had had a nice life. And, yes, she knew that. But she was also just one of those people who couldn't stand other people whining and complaining about their lives without doing anything to fix their so-called issues. Sympathy just wasn't one of her defining traits. But that was okay. Ayame liked to think of herself as that little push that got you out of wallowing in self-pity, and actually changing the negative things about your situations. Placing one hand on her hip, Ayame smiled down at the two seated on the ground. Her entire body was singing with excitement, and her gracefully perfect slouch oozed teenage-girl friendlyness. "Hey yourself." She responded, a half smile, half smirk tugging on her lips. "I couldn't help but notice that you two seemed to be the only mildly interesting people in the desert, heat hole thing that others know by the name of Camp Half-Blood. Hope you don't mind that I dragged this one-" She jerked a thumb as Sho. "Along to come crash your party and introduce ourselves. I'm Ayame Brookewood. Lovely to meet you." She extended a hand daintily, eyes like twin pools of never-ending blue. At the same time she was introducing herself, Ayame was sizing the two up, forming judgements and conclusions. The girl was some emo/gothic chick, dressed in black and leather, silver pins and zippers dangling pointlessly off her clothes. Pale skin, red hair (possibly dyed), blue eyes. Tall, scar on her hand (the 'scar' was actually a flesh-carving of the word 'obedience', and it took all of Ayame's effort not to roll her eyes), well-toned. Ayame felt her upper lip curl back into that habitual sneer of disgust. Quickly turning the sneer into a smile, Ayame shifted her attention to the boy, hoping that he was going to be less of a cliche than his friend. He was less stereotypical than the girl, but also a bit more boring. Dusty-colored skin, black hair, tall, with limbs that were a bit too long. The kind of boy that had the potential to be cute...in a couple of years. "May I sit here?" Ayame nodded to the ground, having summed up her two new 'friends'. XxX Sho hung back, standing a little behind Ayame, his face unreadable. He'd let her do the talking for now, and only really jump in if things started to get too crazy. After all, Ayame was at home in the spotlight, and he wouldn't want to take that from her (Sho was more of a tech-person, to be honest). He nodded when Ayame motioned towards him, but waited for her to finish before he introduce himself. "Sho Hiroshi. Nice to meet you." He said politely, relishing in the fact that it actually was nice to meet them. At least, for now. Curious, he glanced over at Ayame, and saw she had already gone into 'super-judge/assume' mode. Well. That wasn't really very surprising. Sighing, and resisting the temptation to cross his arms, Sho examined the people sitting at the ground from blank eyes. Girl: Pretty in that gothic/emo/black leather and extreme hair-dye sort of way. Blue eyes, dyed hair, pale, tall, scar that was more like a carving (And he really hated judging other people, since that was more Ayame's thing, but if Sho had to guess, he would say the scar that read 'obedience' was self-inflicted), fairly muscular for a girl. He could already tell that this girl and Ayame were going to butt heads, often and painfully. The boy was a bit like himself; interesting enough, but nothing more than a second shadow when their female counterparts came around. Black hair, dark skin, gangly and loose limbed. Sho had to resist the urge to yawn. Blah, blah, blah. How very boring. To be honest, he'd had more fun sitting in the shade, sharpening Ayame's knives.
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