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 Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 6:20 pm
Resting at the tip of southern Florida lays the most populous city in that state. It's also important to the US with things like finance, commerce, culture, media, fashion, education, film, print media, entertainment, the arts and international trade. It gets hit with tons of hurricanes and the summers are rough in the heat and humidity.
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 7:50 pm
xxx♆xxxxxтнε ωαvεs cяαsн υρση тнε sнσяε
Mist had now covered the whole city as the two gods appeared in Miami. The waters here had apparently been affected by the drama back in France since it was still flooded. Though, it could've been affected by the god he wished to see so much and needed to ask him a favor. Poseidon was back in his mortal form with his normal day clothes and he carried the child, still unnamed and was sleeping with it's large wings tucked into it's back, in his arms. As they walked down the flooded town of Miami and headed towards the highest point in the city, Nethuns kept feeling a strong gust of wind. 'Good. He's still here,' he thought as they kept walking. Doors to houses looked forced open, all glass up to 6 feet was floating on the top of the water, cars where all stopped, trash was everywhere, some birds had flown over him to go north, and aquatic life from the Atlantic ocean and other ponds where now scoured the city. Looking all around the trashed city with a smile, he spotted a winged figure at the top of a hotel whose windows where all shattered. Apparently the god had noticed Poseidon because Hurricane (thanks for the name Moneta =P) was in front of the new father in a second. "What do you want from me, Poseidon?" the god asked with a grin. Those two had loved making hurricanes, especially together, note the nickname. "I need your help. As Iris had probably told you, Nike had eaten the sister of this one," Poseidon said indicating towards his newly born son. "What's his name?" the other god asked, still debating his answer knowing the unasked question. "I'm thinking of Sosigenes," Poseidon replied, trying to be patient to not rush the answer knowing Hurricane knew what he was going to ask. Glaring at Neptune, Hurricane sighed and replied slightly annoyed, "Fine. I'll raise him. But, you owe me." The ground shook when Nethuns spoke. "I promise upon the River of Styx that I'll do anything you say as long as it's in my control.""Good," Notus, the winged god of the south wind, replied taking the child from Poseidon.
xxx♆xxxxxωιριηg тнε cнασs ƒяσм бεƒσяε
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 6:50 pm
♥ x♥ x♥ xa p н r o d ι т exxxx 
Miami, Florida, a place with sun, fun, and men. Lot's of men. Laying out on the beach in her pink bikini and white bug eye sunglasses was Aphrodite. Her skin was sun kissed and warm to the touch. Next to her laid a man, a mortal, who knew his name. Do you need to know someone name to hook up with them? Nope, didn't think so. Her blond hair was tangled a bit, easily fixed when she ran three of her fingers through it. The man moved a bit. She sat up and examined the man next to her. She remembered hooking up with him, she was bored, nothing new. The man had shaggy brown hair along with green eyes. He was built, but not overly built. He was cute, for a mortal. He looked around the age of twenty one, which was good since she looked twenty, defiantly not billions of years old like she really was.
Aphrodite poked the man gently, trying to wake him up. Being her, she grew impatient fast. She smacked him in the face, actually leaving a bit of a mark. The man bolted upright, an 'Ow' escaped his lips. Aphrodite frowned at the man, he wasn't as cute as he was laying down,"What?" he asked rudely. He rubbed his eyes, waking up a bit more. Aphrodite wasn't very happy the way he addressed her,"Excuse me?" She demanded. Then man quickly realized that he probably made a mistake using that tone,"Uh, sorry." he said lying,
'You better be, ignorant mortal..' she thought to herself,"You're on my towel, off" she said to him. He stood up, got off, then walked away. She got the towel, stood up, and walked up to the boardwalk.
Aphrodite shook the sand off her towel. That was one of the things that bugged her in the mortal world, sand. It got everywhere, in her hair, in her bathing suit, on her towel. Everywhere. She rolled the towel up so it was nice and neat. She stuck the towel into her purse, which was enchanted of course so she could fit a ton of stuff in it. She reached into her purse, looking for the keys to her car. She didn't ever use a taxi, ever. The day you saw her in a taxi would mean that the apocalypse happened the day before. After a couple of seconds of rummaging, she felt them with her fingertips. She took a grip onto them, then pulled them out. The key to her car was pink, of course. It was her favorite color, so why not? She walked over to her car, opened the door, but the keys in, and drove away.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 8:36 pm
xxx♆xxxxxтнε ωαvεs cяαsн υρση тнε sнσяε (( Eh... Thanks for the Iris message, Moneta. Now I gotta switch it up ))
Mouth wide open in what the southern wind demanded, Poseidon wished he hadn't promised on the River of Styx. " You want me to do what?" the king of the sea asked again hoping he had heard wrong. "You heard me. I'm kinda tired of you knocking up a women and then leaving them alone. Plus, I know you're hurt whenever you saw her like that," Notus replied, slightly annoyed. Her snowy white wings torn off, hands ripped off from the immortal body, torched burnt out, and probably tormented. He guessed it was her brother, Zelos since Bia was on the floor, knocked out. Sighing Nethuns threatened," Fine. I'll help Nike. But if Kratos is there, you'll never see light again; bound to the sea, hoping not to get eaten and living forever in the belly of a whale if you're praying fails." He could easily find someone else to raise Sosigenes if Hurricane happened to turn into tasty krill. The winged god was still sleeping, and the father was glad he didn't see Victoria like that. What horrible memories and dreams the child would have. Giving the child one last look, he disappeared to go back to the place he had just left, Monticarlo.
xxx♆xxxxxωιριηg тнε cнασs ƒяσм бεƒσяε
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 9:45 pm
A young looking man was squatting down on a pier, not that far from the lake’s edges. He was wearing his simple fishing clothing, a sea greenish plaid shirt, white shirt underneath, and then a pair of holey and worn-out jeans. And no, he doesn’t wear shoes. In his hands was a spear; it’s metal tip shimmering in an olive color, matching his eyes. His nice black hair was combed back, and it looked as if he hadn’t shaved in a couple of months. Next to him laid a bucket filled with freshly caught fish, flopping around trying to get out and back into their home. If you where to get next to him, you’d smell nothing but fish too. The perfect fisherman he was. No one could argue with that, right? If so, why not start up another Tarpon Rodeo then? You and him, right then, right there. He was one competitive man, the fisherman was. Who was this mysterious man?
”Here fishy, fishy, fishy!” the man said to the fish as if the fish could actually understand him. Surprisingly, the fish listened and came closer, only to realize how much of a mistake that was. The spear’s tip smashed right through it, making a hole in the fish and then was brought out of the water only to be placed into the bucket with the rest of the lot. One billion and one fish now caught in one week. One trillion fishes now caught in one month. And a whole lot more in his lifetime, his short lifetime. Seconds ticked by as he caught another one and then another one. Not that much time passed until the fisherman got up, picked up the bucket, and tossed, mostly dumped, all the fish back into the lake. The fish swam off happily, and the hole in the middle of the body was now healed. Magic it was. And soon, the man disappeared as the wind blew harshly and brought in a fog leaving the lake in silence, excluding the lonely frog.
Light sea green wings connected to a shadowy figure, the fisherman, landed on top of the tallest tower in Miami with grace and elegance, showing off to all the mortals who saw through the mist. Fishermen, the ones who where still fishing, all over started to catch more fish than what they used to. The water level raised, now high tide. It was a pleasant job, much better than his mothers and father’s jobs in his opinion. ”Sosigenes! What’d I tell you ‘bout your wings?!” a voice shouted bitterly next to the winged man. ”Hush it, Notus! It was just for a quick moment anyways!” Sosigenes shouted back, his wings now being forced back into his back. Notus had always raised Poseidon’s son to never use his wings, reason unknown though the winged fisherman thought it was because how much his uncle, Zeus, hated him so much. But then again, Notus was just like always grump ‘bout that kinda stuff. The god of south-wind never really cared to tell much bout Sosigenes’s real mother or any of that kind of stuff. And neither did Poseidon, like they where trying to protect him. And now, both of the gods where just sitting on the building’s edge, a fishing pole in at least on of their hands, and casted out a couple of miles away and started to fish, a hobby both of them enjoyed while the other wind gods shared their own season with the rest of the world.
(( Kinda forgot ‘bout him to be honest. Hehe… Oh well, got at least one somewhat good post for him. ))
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 3:53 pm
Jason Nightengale left his house in the middle of Miami and decides to go over to Surfside Beach. He then notices he feels like he is being watched by someone or something he keeps walking to the beach which is only a few miles away. While looking around casually he proceeds to notice a strange man walking along near him. Jason stats to walk a little faster and soon he is almost at the beach. He as usual takes a short cut that no one else uses and the man keeps following him. Soon Jason finally turns and asks "Why are you following me.". The man then turns into a monster of some sort. Jason then tries to run and soon he turns around but he no longer sees the monster. Instead all he sees is the road behind him and a small pool of water. 
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 4:26 pm
What happened here? Jason thought Wasn't there a monster there?.
He eventually left and went back home. Little did he know he was the child of a prophecy.
Seven half-bloods shall answer the call.
To storm or fire, the world must fall.
An oath to keep with a final breath
and foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.
A few weeks later he looked back and remembered the events of that day but the next thing he knew was that he was a half-blood "A half what?" Jason asked "What is a half-blood?"
Jack a new boy Jason just meet says "Being a half blood means you are the son of a god. We are not sure which god you are the son of but you are.
"Okay."
"You need to come with us so we can teach you how to protect yourself but lucky we caught you early so monsters didn't attack you as much"
" Wait where are you taking me?" says Jason.
"We are taking you to a camp called Camp Half-Blood it is a training camp for half-bloods."
"OK but if what you are saying isn't true i will hurt you."
"Good luck you can try but i am a master swordsman."
"OK lets go."
Then Jason and his new friend Jack set off for Camp Half-Blood.
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 9:07 am
"Hey Jason." Jack said "You know how you were attacked by that monster earlier? Well it was me who killed it and made that puddle of water."
"OK." Jason said sorta expecting it. And with that the adventure to camp half-blood continues.
(Sorry it is so short i am on a rush for time.)
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