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Post by Azrael Everett on Mar 20, 2011 22:12:24 GMT -5
 The world was pretty fucked up. The Gods were ignoring their kids--that was nothing extremely new—the Gods that did pay attention had planned on killing them, camp was a mess of teenage hormones, and what was worse was that Azrael found himself completely smitten with one Avery Reynolds. She was still a minor, which was only a minor problem. The girl would be legal soon, like a matter of weeks. Besides, who said love had to have an age limit? Not that he loved Avery. He just liked her, a whole lot. She did remind him of Katrina the Aphrodite girl who was killed on his watch and who he was certainly in love with. Again, fucked up world.
Azrael kicked off his boots and carefully sat inside his hammock making sure his weight was evenly distributed. He didn’t need to flip over and be sent crashing to the ground. Cracking his neck Azrael let himself rock back and forth as he watched the tops of the trees. No demigod came out this far and the silence was most welcoming. There was a cabin by now built and ready for kids of Thanatos but Azrael wasn’t a people person. He still hated what almost happened that day he found out he had a brother. Azrael could have killed that Hermes girl thank Gods he didn’t.
He met Dan though which was....cool. Azrael didn’t know how to describe it. It was nice to know he didn’t have to feel alone in knowing what it was like to be a child of Thanatos. However, their loving father had claimed Dan and not him. Azrael was a touch bitter about that one. It stung more than Azrael wanted to let on. Azrael got annoyed with the silence. He sat up firecly almost flipping the hammock. He buried his face in his bare hands. After a moment he sat back and looked down at his hands. He rubbed his fingers together slowly examining his weapons. Immune to his own power, it was unfair. If he could take the lives of others why should he be exempt to the rule? It was just another reminder that even if Avery happened to like him--that was a big fat if--he couldn’t be with her. Sure there were always gloves but Azrael felt that the gloves were a prison.
Azrael bowed his head and wrung his hands together. After a moment of stillness Azrael stood and grabbed the wood side table he had borrowed from the camp and tossed it across the clearing. It sailed through the air crashing to the ground and breaking upon impact. “I hate you!” Azrael shouted at the top of his lungs his voice echoing through the forest. Startled birds flew from the branches. The cruel words were aimed at one person, his father. Azrael knew he wasn’t listening and if he was he didn’t care. The anger Azrael had built up over the years suddenly exploded in one violent minute. He took a deep breath and kicked the ground.
Everything about his existence felt like a cage. His demigod powers were the cause of every tragedy to befall him. Azrael swallowed and brought his hand up to his face. It was wet. He didn’t realize that he was crying. Quickly Az dried the tears and leaned against the trunk of one of the trees that held his hammock. He shook his head embarrassed at himself for letting his temper escape him, even for a moment. It was unnecessary and came out of nowhere. Azrael was haunted by the ghosts of his past but he couldn’t let that defeat him. He cleared his throat and glanced up at the sky, “You guys should read a parenting magazine once in a while.” He grumbled half joking. Azrael pinched the bridge of his nose. The world was seriously f’d up. |
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Post by Daniel Zacharias on Aug 9, 2011 18:37:57 GMT -5
Dan had been at camp a long time now, so long that he was now watching over his shoulder every other moment. Wondering when Phobos would appear to ask why he hadn’t been reporting to him yet. He wasn’t sure what he would tell him, even though he knew full well what the real reason was. He had friends here now, he had a brother, even though they had only recently found out about each other. Dan couldn’t help but be glad he found him, someone who probably understood him more than anyone else probably could ever hope too. If given the chance that is, then there was Delia. A beautiful girl who he had rescued, no scratch that ‘helped’ escape from the infirmary. In a short time, she already had him falling for her sweet smile and spunky attitude, but who was he kidding?
He looked down at his gloved covered hand as he leaned against a tree in the forest; he glared at them like they had just insulted him or something. His powers would always be a road block if he wanted to be with Delia, or anyone for that matter. How could he expect her to want to be with a guy who could kill her just by touching her? A simple hug could turn into something deadly. Then there was the deal with Phobos, he had been young and stupid! Just from what he had heard around camp, that probably wouldn’t matter to anyone. What was he supposed to do? Betray Phobos and lose his little sister who was still in high school? Or betray everyone here and possibly help destroy the world? Both options sent an unpleasant shiver up his spine, he felt like his whole life was a prison and he was up for the death penalty no matter what he did.
He looked up at the stars for a moment before heading deeper into the forest, burying his gloved covered hands into his pockets again. It was a habit he had gotten used to over the years, if his hands where in his pockets he couldn’t hurt anyone. Not to mention a plaid long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows looked pretty damn weird with gloves, if his hands where in his pockets he felt less like an idiot. Though he actually doubted his touch would do anything to the person he was heading to see, his brother – Azrael. He was going to see if it would be a big thing if he came and camped out in the forest with him, he had tried staying in the thanatos cabin but truth was it was weird staying in there by himself, alone with his thoughts and staying so close to the rest of the camp had him on edge. Yeah, he was lonely but didn’t want to be near all the campers the whole time. Wow wasn’t he just a walking contradiction?
Also, not that he would admit it out loud, he wanted to get to know his brother and the relief to be able to hang out with someone without the risk of killing them would be pretty cool too. He was just nearing Az’s camp when he heard a crash. He sped up a little bit and reached the camp just in time to see his brother tell the thin air that they needed to read a few parenting magazines.” I myself have been thinking a nice trip to the Jerry springer show would do them some good, but then again that’s a good way for us to end up incinerated.” He said jokingly before tilting his head to the side a bit.” You alright Az…?” He asked looking concerned for the other man, he did seem upset and it wasn’t like he expected him to open up and share but he also wanted to make sure he knew that he was there if he needed to vent to someone who might be able to get it.
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Post by Azrael Everett on Sept 9, 2011 10:59:04 GMT -5
 Azrael took a deep breath, holding it for a minute before letting out. Things like this were supposed to be soothing but if anything it just made Azrael’s mind more troubled. Rubbing the back of his neck he moved back over to the hammock and eased himself into it. He had been angry with his father and himself for so long and every now and again Azrael couldn’t contain it and he just needed to shout. This was one of those times.
It was a bit selfish to think that he was the only demigod with parental issues. Everyone had their own baggage in regards to their family. It was unnatural for someone to be perfectly content. People here at camp were the same, all dealing with absent fathers or mothers. Demigods were a pretty damaged bunch of freaks. More tears threatened to pour forth from his eyes the more he thought about the topic. He sniffed and made an attempt to think of something else. Of course that proved impossible. And it was made more impossible with the presence of his brother.
Azrael’s head picked up a little but only turned it slightly toward Dan. He rolled his eyes at his brother’s comment giving him a complimentary smile. It didn’t reach his eyes and it vanished just as soon as it had appeared. “I don’t even think Jerry could handle our screwed up family.” he commented.
The concern that Dan had for Azrael had caught him off guard. True they were related and connected by the blood of a God, but did that automatically make them brothers? Azrael hardly knew Dan from Adam. Azrael didn’t know much about family or companionship of any kind. He traveled alone most of his life talking to the dead. Not exactly a social butterfly as the saying went. Still, Dan was a nice enough guy and he genuinely seemed to care to know what was bothering Az.
Az shrugged his shoulders and rocked a bit in the hammock. “Oh you know the usual. Pissed at an absent father who could care less about me. Pissed that I can’t shake hands with a person without nearly killing them. Just pissed in general. Oh right, nearly killed a Hermes kid while trying to help them.” Azrael reached down and grabbed his gloves and pulled them onto his hands. “I’m like Rogue on steroids and it freaking sucks!” he shouted aiming his anger it toward the sky and the Gods.
It felt good to vent to someone else besides the air and forest nymphs who were probably tired of hearing his complaining by now. He never usually complained to others and preferred to keep things bottled inside but again this was one of those moments where he could not contain his frustration. After a minute Azrael looked to Dan, “How about you Danny Boy? How is the life as a son of Thanatos treating you?” |
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