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Post by Ryan Simons on Dec 22, 2011 16:50:51 GMT -5
Ryan couldn't believe he was back in here. On initially coming back, fighting had been on the bottom of his list of things to do. Of course, he knew that he needed to make himself fight and get back into it. Whenever the Midgets decided to come knocking, he had to be ready. He had started this war after all, so it was only fair to have him help end it. Easier thought than done. Before, he had no will power to make himself do it, but Avery had finally gotten him back to doing it. It seemed like she was moving on, so it was only fair that Ryan try too. It was rough, but they'd make it. If she could get over this, he could too. Eventually.
He exhaled, looking around the range. The last few times he decided to come here, it had not worked out well for him. Then again, Ryan was too stubborn to let that get the best of him. First it had been with Annabeth; she had told him off and then got challenged to a fight in the arena. He lost. Next Harper had found him and challenged him to a archery contest. Once again, he had lost. (Anyone see a pattern forming?) Yeah, he pretty much lost/failed in every single fight that came his way at Camp. Quest included. Most recently (before today), Rion had found him, and Ryan had been invited to lunch. That had been a very interesting event indeed.
Right now, since everyone else (or so he hoped) was eating lunch, the ring was empty. Ryan just hoped it stayed that way. For one, he didn't even have an excuse to be here. He didn't even have his archery set anymore. It was down at the bottom of the ocean... with Aria. Ryan exhaled, trying not to let the ever present feeling of guilt flame up again. He still thought it was his fault, but he wouldn't say that out loud, less he get hit by Avery. He knew he deserved it, but having an option of getting hit or not, he didn't exactly want it. For another, he just didn't want to be around anyone but Avery.
People were still half heartedly coming up to him, and Ryan was still full out ignoring them. Truth be told, he was pretty sure if he started talking, his voice would be hoarse from it not being used that much. He flipped the remaining dagger in his good hand and nearly dropped it; Ryan managed to keep it in his hand by grabbing it right near the blade. Dangerously close. He hadn't made a stupid mistake like that since learning. Yeah, he was out of it. Moment of truth: Ryan went to shoot it at the target. Right before he threw, he thought he saw Avery, or Aria... he couldn't exactly tell. A flash of panic washed over him and he went to take the dagger back, but it was too late. "No..." he gasped, a cold feeling suddenly flooding through him.
The dagger ended up flying to the right of the target and a couple of yards beyond. Ryan's mind finally snapped back into reality. The image of his quest mate was replaced by the target. The demigod couldn't help feel a slight wave of relief, but at the same time, he felt slightly frustrated at himself. "This is not going to work," he mumbled to himself, trudging over to retrieve his weapon.
OOC: ..... >.> too much of his muse *now goes to hunt Ellie's muse* IC: 596
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Post by Iris Grear on Jan 14, 2012 3:10:48 GMT -5
To be honest, Iris was still getting a feel for the place. Exploring and discovering new things was still part of her routine. The Camp grounds were large and confusing for her, though it helped that she oddly understood any of Greek alphabet that she came across. But still, it was a whole new place, and she didn't quite feel like she belonged here yet. She saw Cameron in passing, but seeing as he was with some other campers, was too shy to greet him. Ellie was just as quiet as she, herself could get. She was cute, but it wasn't like they saw a whole lot of each other as well. Her half-brother (to her it was still completely weird to say that) was kind and friendly, but she hadn't made many other friends. She didn't complain though. The most important thing for her at the moment was making sure she knew where she was going. How embarrassing would it be to be walking the wrong way when she was supposed to be somewhere? She had most of the activity stations pin-pointed in her mind, and was in the process of remembering which cabin was which. There were a couple more attractions on the list of things to do. Iris was planning on completing it today. So far she was making pretty good time. She was out in the archery field now, trying to find where exactly people got bows and arrows from. Was there a shed, or...? The question in her mind was cut short when she noticed a row of targets set up. Iris had been wandering around the wide expanse a little aimlessly and brainlessly. Not concerned with wonders, and less with where she was walking. Seeing them, she stopped and looked around for the shed she thought might be there. Perhaps it was because she didn't know what she was looking for, but she saw nothing except for a blonde boy standing in the field. And he didn't have any bows or arrows. If he had either, she might have stayed quiet and watched him until he was packing up, but clearly that wasn't going to work if he had no equipment. About to take a step towards him, she quickly paused, seeming him make a rather large, bodily movement. Of course, she thought he was having some sort of spasm, or even a seizure, until she saw the dark, pointed dagger flying towards the targets. To her surprise, it missed, but only by a little. To her, that was already some skill. From past experience, anything that didn't have to do with tools or cars was an activity designed to make her look like a fool. She was terrible at basketball, volleyball, badminton, tennis... any sport at school's Physical Education class that had any value in hand-eye coordination. Well, it wasn't like she tried, either. The dagger dove into the browning grass not too far from her (but not too close to cause discomfort), and once she saw the boy make towards it and was sure he wasn't about to chuck another, went and picked it up carefully. Just having it in hr hand struck a chord with her. She'd never handled a weapon like this, and she wasn't quite sure what to call the feeling she got from it. Instinct, or maybe some primal feeling of connection with it. Iris wanted to sit down and look at the metal in all it's beauty, but it was someone else's, and she had to return it. Walking closer and approaching the boy, she held it out to him, the dagger laying across her palm. A worried look came over her, as she realized her didn't have a very pleasant face on. Was it wrong of her to pick it up? Did she do something bad? "Um," she hesitated, voice shaking. "H-here's your..." she trailed off, the negative thoughts overwhelming her. What is he was angry? And she was giving him a weapon? What was she doing? Bloody hell. She might die right here. Words: 706 Hope this was okay. >_<
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Post by Ryan Simons on Feb 18, 2012 21:00:58 GMT -5
By now, Ryan had pretty much accepted that he'd never be accepted at Camp. He hadn't been accepted anywhere else, so why would this be any different? It had been three years, and his feelings about Camp had tweaked only slightly. Just because he was around other demigods, it didn't make it an automatic comfort zone or safe haven. On the contrary, things were starting to go down hill ever since he... There had already been one death on the Grounds. The one that he had been oh so lucky to have seen...the body, anyway. And then the causality of his quest: Aria. Something twisted in his stomach, making him feel light headed. Ryan half shut his eyes, tying to recreate the pitiful wall he had been able to build ever since coming back. He gritted his teeth in slight frustration at himself and at... well, everything. Of course if he let his head play around with him, he'd miss the target 100% of the time and would be dead in a heartbeat whenever Midget decided to show up on Camp's door step.
The fifteen year old exhaled, still grudgingly making his way back to his weapon; frustration at himself was starting to prickle up. This was not how Kath taught him to- Kath. Ryan felt another twist in his stomach. Stupid quest. Did quests always wreck a demigod's life? Ryan didn't even think he was worthy for a quest, and upon his return, he had just discovered how right he was. He had caused a death, he had started a war; Ryan was no hero. He was pretty much close to a villain. Ryan felt almost like a robot. Don't feel, just...do. He couldn't feel or else...well, the results wouldn't be good. The results would turn out like what had happened when he and Avery landed on the gods forsaken island. He did not want that again. Not at Camp.
Time for throw number two. Ryan was almost at his dagger when he saw someone pick it up first. The demigod boy blinked, almost surprised to see her there. Things almost never took Ryan by surprise since he was almost always on guard, but as of late, he had tried to become as detached as possible. His best guess: he just hadn't seen her walk up. She had the dagger in her hand and was looking at it. Ryan couldn't exactly distinguish how though... he had never exactly been into tune with facial expressions. Thank his aunt... mom (disgusting thought) and her limited social lessons she had given him.
Ryan did his best not to make eye contact. Even though he had stayed shut up about what happened during his quest, people were still asking. If they thought they were going to get anything out of him, they were so wrong. Ryan was not about to spill what happened, and was pretty sure that he'd take it to the grave. As he was within a few feet infront of her, she seemed almost hesitant to give the weapon back to him. Ryan didn't exactly blame her. He had come back minus one quest member (which he would eternally blame himself over), had found a dead body in the forest and (before his quest) had pretty much been known as one of the most angry/violent/fight seeking kids at Camp. Great titles, huh? How a week could change a person.
"Dagger?" Ryan supplied tonelessly. He subconsciously noticed that her voice was shaking, but he didn't care. His voice had been a wreck too, and he was pretty sure his voice sounded kinda horse from near zero use. Yeah, he was out of it. Old Ryan would of chewed her out, would of been ticked that she wasn't with everyone, being normal and eating at the Pavilion; yup, he was out of it, and he felt like he wasn't going to snap out. It was like a stupid demigod nightmare. He still couldn't sleep for fear of dreaming, but he just wanted to wake up. As in actually wake up. He wanted to wake up and realize he was his old self again... but he knew that would never happen. Just like he would never see Aria again.
OOC: Can you say late? >.> I am SO sorry. I finally pushed him into doing it. Hope you don't mind his untalkative/depressive-ness.... IC: 729
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Post by Iris Grear on Feb 25, 2012 2:07:10 GMT -5
She was still a little frightened of what might happen when the boy took the dagger from her. Would he be angry, or short with her? She didn't know much about all the campers here, but she did know there was a batch of them that seemed to like to get nippy with everyone. Of course she couldn't tell these people apart, but as he came closer, she picked up on his vibes a little more. He seemed lethargic, unmotivated, and a little sluggish in general. It was as if he had an invisible shackle holding him back from making moves with too much energy. There was something keeping down; his proverbial ball and chain. Iris was slightly taken aback. This was not what she expected. Most people around here had plenty of juice in them, and had no qualms about starting a little squabble here and there. Even after he completed her sentence, there was a definite uncomfortable silence, and she wasn't exactly sure what to do. Though he had a feeling she was the only one feeling that way. This guy probably had some big, looming thoughts swirling around that brain of his. It was like he was a bit of a shell. He was there, but at the same time not. Still holding the blade, Iris quietly studied him, so she might remember him if they crossed paths again. His negative demeanor was hard to get over though, and Iris couldn't stop herself from thinking he would break and crumble in front of her if he wasn't helped soon. A sense of helplessness came over her first, but then a little desire to take action fizzled to life. She didn't know him, but he seemed lonely and in need of somebody. Maybe a new friend, or there was someone he had in mind, but she felt this obligation to try anyway. A sort of act for humanity. (Wait, was she still human? What was she again? Demi-something...) Iris had to play her cards, even if she didn't have a good hand. And if not for this guy, then at least for herself. She'd have tried. The thoughts she had were a fuel for her, and her hand ran hot. Or was that the metal? Subconsciously, she had clenched around the dagger, and her palm had heat it up. Letting her grip go, she realized that it was a bit of a stupid thing to have done, seeing that the blade pressed tight tended to puncture skin a little. But no matter, it was just a tiny scratch. The warm metal gave her a sort of powerful surge of pizzazz, and she felt confidence swell in her stomach. Iris gently reached for the boy's hand, and before he could protest and pull away, set the handle of the dagger in his hand. She closed his fingers around it, and paused, to be sure he wasn't going to let it drop down. Standing straight, she looked him square in the eye, though she had a very disciplined expression on. "I don't know you, and I don't know what's gotten you..." there had been an ending to that sentence, but it seemed to have gone with the wind as soon as she opened her mouth. "Uh... well..." this was a much better idea in her head. "What I mean is... err... good luck? Wait, no no--"Iris was incredibly flustered now, scrambling for words she could say to fit the situation. But she didn't even know the situation! All that confidence and drive was flushed out, and she was left feeling silly, with her hand slapped over her face, regretting speaking at all. Words: 636
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Post by Ryan Simons on Jun 2, 2012 21:27:20 GMT -5
Ryan would of loved it if he could just start snapping at people again, but he had no energy. He would of loved to of had some energy. To actually find the old thrill that fighting used to give him. To start fights. But he felt none of it. If he had, then that would mean that things were back to normal. Things were probably never going to go back to normal for him. He had been completely and utterly zapped of himself ever since coming back. At first, he thought he could find his love for fighting again, but he had had no success so far. The most motivated he had gotten was after Avery threatened to whack him. That, and trying to find another pair of swords. Even though he knew he kinda deserved to be smacked around, it didn't necessarily mean he wanted to be. That in mind, he did his best to train when he wasn't around Avery. She was right, of course. He had gotten himself in a rut, and needed to get over it. He just didn't expect it to be this hard. So far, he had accepted everything about his quest, except that it wasn't his fault.
He looked at the girl infront of him. He made himself focus. Concentrate. Try to analyze the situation. She looked a bit older than him, then again, he didn't care about age. From her first sentence, there seemed to be a bit of tentativeness. And that would mean... well, what? She didn't really look like she had a weapon on her, besides his dagger in her hand. He felt her analyzing him slightly, but in a less intense way. It should of been weird, the way you felt when you knew someone was sizing you up, but Ryan was used to it, so he felt near nothing. He didn't mind the silence that followed. Ryan had lived most of his life in silence. After a while, what normal people would consider an "awkward silence", just became a silence. It just became normal. Besides, who cared about awkward silences when you had a million and one thoughts bouncing around in your head?
The demigod boy just gazed at a point between her hand and the hilt of his dagger. He had truthfully gotten semi-better since coming back. He was finished with full out breaking down; the only people allowed to see him in a full train wreck were Avery and Nike. When he had been normal, they were probably also the only ones who knew that he could have a semi, tiny-nice side. Since coming back, everyone else got a wall. For now, he was semi-trying to move on. Keep promises to Avery. Train. Fight. Survive. He started this war. It was only fair that he try to help end it as well.
Suddenly, he almost felt a change in the girl. The energy change almost went from timid and awkward to confident and set on something. Her hand seemed to clench around the dagger, causing a small cut. He blinked, confused for a moment, before she grabbed his hand. Normally, he would of resisted, but now, he just went with it. She placed the dagger back into his hand and closed his fingers around it. Ryan gazed at his blade for a second, before looking up. She was giving him a hard stare now. How the tides turned since coming back...
Surprisingly, her words registered and made sense must faster than he had been used to. He gave a slight shrug and trusted himself to open his mouth. "Not many do." Still, no filter. He looked at her slightly warily. At least she wasn't one of those campers who flat out asked what happened and started bouncing off speculations. "Not many people know that either," he said flatly. And it wasn't like he was going to share it either. Ryan looked at her, almost evenly. After that one strong moment, she went back to her stammer. "Forget luck. Hope you have a good sword arm is more like it," he said, with a shadow of his old smirk.
OOC: Once again, can you say l-a-t-e? Hope it's okay at least o.o IC: 704 Listening To: "Fix You" by Coldplay
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