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Post by Cordelia Marshall on Dec 15, 2010 22:10:46 GMT -5
It was extremely sunny for that early in the morning and Delia loved it. She laid amongst the strawberries, hidden from the sight of anybody who didn't look close enough. If passerby's weren't careful chances were they would trip over her. She knew that the children of Demeter would be angry if they stumbled upon her but she didn't mind. She laid there soaking up the sun, her sunglasses over her eyes. The good mood the sun was giving her was infectious, she pushed herself up off the ground. Delia's inner soundtrack was on blast. She danced happily around the strawberry fields singing Jason Derulo. Even though she couldn't sing she didn't let it bother her.
Delia couldn't place what had her feeling so good. Around her everyone was freaking out about the dance and by everyone, she meant everyone that wasn't in Aphrodite cabin. The big issue most of them had been dealing with was finding a date, on the bright side a fair amount of the Aphrodite girls were all ready taken. After all the chaos, Delia was beginning to be thankful to be alone. Things were complicated when you involved other people she knew that well. She had been there and done that before, it hadn't ended well and she knew it was all her fault. Things had been hectic and she had been crazy to think she could deal with someone else when she couldn't even handle herself.
"I'm feeling like a star, you can't stop my shine. I'm loving cloud nine, my head's in the sky," she smiled happily as she continued to dance around. Delia had never been a fan of getting too much attention, so dancing around and singing at the top of her lungs probably wasn't the best idea she ever had. She laughed happily, careless, and then fell to the ground continuing to soak up the sun. She really believed in that moment nothing could stop her shine. Delia was on top of the world for no reason she knew and she was loving every second of it.
Delia released a sigh of shear happiness. Company, she thought, that would be nice. Things hadn't been all that exciting since she got back but she was hopeful that would change soon. Something interesting was destined, if for no other reason then it was Camp Half-Blood. After all, a ton of teenagers with powers, nothing could be boring for long. But for now, peace and maybe company. That was enough for her.
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Post by Ψ ADMIN SUSHI Ψ on Dec 15, 2010 22:35:07 GMT -5
 Percy needed to get away. Trouble was there weren’t many places to go to around camp. He just needed to avoid Annabeth and Luke a little longer while he sorted out his thoughts and emotions. Mostly, Percy needed to figure out what to tell them. Was he really going to deal the, “A God made me do it” card? Luke used that one up a few years ago. On the plus side, there didn’t seem to be much action Phobos wise running around in his seaweed brain.
Percy sighed; he missed Annabeth calling him that. He hated being angry at her and hated that she was angry at him. It was a vicious unforgiving cycle of teen angst. Since when did his life become a teen soap opera? It even had the once evil friend who came back to life. Percy hated those shows; his mom loved watching them though. Percy could never wrap his head around them. They made even less sense than his entire life spun together. And Percy’s life was a bucket full of crazy.
Figuring that Annabeth would be most like to hang around the Arena, or the cabins Percy made sure to stay on the other side of it all. He had never really been to the strawberry fields before. His visits were short and unmemorable. Percy hadn’t the slightest idea what he was going to do here. It wasn’t like he brought anything other than Anaklusmos with him. Perhaps he should have brought a book or that ipod his Mom and Paul got him for Christmas last year, he hardly used it. Percy kicked at the grass too lazy to turn around now and risk being seen by Annabeth or Luke. He would find something to do, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and slugged through the fields.
A female voice caused Percy to jump slightly. He didn’t expect anyone to be here. Maybe it was a nymph or dryad or something like that. Percy glanced up and watched a blond girl danced into view. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. She was a demigod and she looked familiar. He watched her trying to place a name to the face. He had defiantly seen her around over the last couple years.
Then Percy realized he hadn’t spoken up yet and he had spent the last three minutes trying to narrow down a name in his head. When he realized this, Percy starred like a deer in headlights. Percy stood there awkwardly, it was too late to turn and act like he hadn’t seen her. He had clearly been standing there like a creep watching her dance. Percy tried not to turn beat red. He took one of his hands and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Umm, nice dancing.”
WORD COUNT”471
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Post by Cordelia Marshall on Dec 16, 2010 0:15:22 GMT -5
Delia had been so caught up in her own good mood that she didn’t even realize somebody else was around. At least not until she returned to laying on the ground and he spoke up. Delia propped herself up on her elbows looking at the figure in front of her through the tinted plastic of her sunglasses. She didn’t have to be a genius to know who she was looking at. Ever since the day he had set foot on camp soil things had been chaotic. It seemed that where ever he went something interesting was destined to happen. Which, given her current mood, was a delightful thing. “Thanks, but I am sure there’s a fair share of people who would disagree,” she laughed.
“So Percy Jackson, what brings you here?” she asked curiously. She had seen him around a fair amount, after all, he had been around for six years. Though, in fairness he had spent most of his time on quests so he wasn’t really around all that much. None the less, everybody knew him and when ever he was around, everyone knew it. They hadn’t talked much though, which was understandable. After the whole Luke debacle Hermes’ kids tended to avoid Percy, or at least Delia did. Now that that was behind them, well sort of, there was nothing wrong with a little friendly conversation.
Delia pushed herself up off the ground for the second time. She pulled up her sunglasses, using them to push back her golden blond hair. She closed the gap between the two, sizing him up. Delia wasn’t really sure what she expected but he wasn’t exactly it. Then again, she was kind of abnormal for a Hermes kid. Now that she thought about it though, All Hermes kids were abnormal so she couldn’t really make that argument.
She hooked her thumb on the pocket of her shorts.“So any epic prophecies lately? Apart from the obvious.” She was just messing with him. It seemed like the words epic and Percy Jackson were just meant to be together. Delia was sure it probably sucked for everybody to expect so much of him, but at the same time it had to be nice knowing you are important. That things would be really different if you weren’t around and in Percy’s case, catastrophic.
Delia shrugged it off. She wasn’t going to let expectations ruin her awesome mood. Instead she was going to continue to enjoy the sunshine and the company of Percy. She didn’t have any plans for the day and wasting away seemed perfect.
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Post by Ψ ADMIN SUSHI Ψ on Dec 21, 2010 12:35:39 GMT -5
The name Cordelia suddenly entered Percy’s head as she looked up at him. She was a daughter of Hermes. Percy arched one of his brows and stared at Cordelia as she looked up at him. He had seen her and spoke with her a few times over the last couple years. But with his brain insanely occupied with the most recent drama, he had momentarily forgotten her name. He felt bad for it as she clearly knew him. Then again pretty much everyone knew him at camp even if it was their first week.
Percy wasn’t going to answer the question honestly. He was sure people were suspicious of the situation between he and Annabeth. The two were normally together and in the past few days Percy spent his time avoiding Annabeth. He sighed, “Can’t a son of Poseidon enjoy a walk in the strawberry fields by himself?” Percy was really starting to wish he had turned around and walked away even though Delia had spotted him first. When she came up and over to him Percy found himself straightening his back to make his stature look bigger than what he really was.
He felt like Delia was putting him under the microscope as she stared at him. It was kind of uncomfortable. Percy waited for her to criticize him for how he had been acting recently. Everyone in camp had to know by now; he was a little different since the last quest. The whole problem with Luke really shook Percy more than he liked to admit.
Percy rolled his eyes at Delia. He really didn’t want to get into a Luke discussion with one of his sisters. That kind of thing was just asking for trouble. “What prophecy isn’t epic?” He murmured. “I would describe them as trouble more than epic actually.” Every quest Percy had been on always turned out to be more trouble than it was worth, at least most of the time. He scratched his head and shifted his weight. This encounter was just awkward. Percy was looking for solitude and wasn’t prepared for conversation.
“So how does it feel to have your brother back?” Percy asked his eyes slowly moving up to Delia’s face. He wasn’t so sure if this was the way to take the conversation but everyone kind of ignored the elephant in the room, Luke Castellan back from the dead. “I bet everyone in Hermes cabin is a little ecstatic about the hero of the last Great Prophecy.” It sounded bitterer than Percy would have liked but he couldn’t help it.
WORD COUNT”430
NOTES”Not the best, ugh bad bad muse >.<
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Post by Cordelia Marshall on Dec 25, 2010 23:27:41 GMT -5
So this was Percy Jackson. He was wasn't really what she expected and in many ways it was a good thing. There was something about him that made him seem every bit the hero she knew him to be. But at the same time, there was something very humble about him. It was odd, but it worked for him in a strangely cute way. Not many could pull it off but he did it well enough. Then she was quickly reminded of why he made so many people nervous. The second she asked him why he had come to the Strawberry fields she regretted it. She didn't think it was that imposing of a question but it seemed to rub him the wrong way. "Of course he can," she said with a soft smile, "I was just wondering if there was a reason." After a second the end of his sentence registered. He had said by himself and it made Delia feel like she was intruding, but in fairness, she had been there first. "Did you want to be alone?" she asked. Given the damper he was putting on her good mood then she was completely willing to leave him be.
She laughed when he asked what prophecy wasn't epic, he had a point. Delia supposed it wasn't a laughing matter but she couldn't help herself. Things had been so depressing lately and she wanted to enjoy the day. He was right about them being a pain too. Delia had never been involved in a real quest, but she had undertaken a few of her own. Most of the time it seemed like on failure after another and if it did work out it was by some crazy chain of events. Luck, that's what it normally was. But Hades was the god of luck and she liked to believe it all worked out because of skill. "I stand corrected all prophecies are epic troubles and not heroic quests." He would probably disagree with that too but she didn't let it get to her too much.
Then he said it, the one thing that could ruin her mood no matter how happy she was. Luke was hell hound in the room. It seemed like a Hermes kid couldn't go anywhere with out his name coming up. Percy had called him a hero and even though it was sarcastic, Delia wasn't sure she agreed. Luke had been selfish and if it wasn't for him they wouldn't have needed a hero. All he really did was save a few people from dying, but he could have saved them all. Delia stopped her rampant thoughts. Luke was a sore subject for her, but she wasn't sure she should tell Percy that. He was practically a stranger after all and did strangers really share their secrets? "I expect I am supposed to say having him back is great," she remarked with a small grin biting back her bitterness.
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Post by Ψ ADMIN SUSHI Ψ on Jan 1, 2011 20:03:01 GMT -5
Percy gave a shrug to Cordelia. There was a specific reason for his seemingly random trip to the strawberry fields, to avoid his girlfriend and ex-rival. Percy wasn’t sure what he and Luke were now. They had once been friends, then rivals and enemies and then the whole prophecy came around and Luke killed himself to save Olympus and everyone else. Percy knew he was the true hero, and at the time he was thankful and forgave Luke for everything that had happened.
When Luke came back to life things suddenly changed. Percy didn’t think he would ever see Luke again and it was easier to say he had forgiven Luke for everything he did while on his deathbed. Now that Percy had to see him again it just reminded him of everything that happened, mostly what he had done to Annabeth. What was worse was that Percy was starting to believe Phobos when he said that Annabeth and Luke had mutual feelings. It was something Percy struggled with when he first met Annabeth and before they became boyfriend and girlfriend. The jealous boyfriend was surfacing and even Percy hated the way he was acting.
“No reason.” He lied. “I just don’t come over here that often.” It was a terrible lie, he wasn’t in the mood to tell a decent lie and make it convincing.
At Delia’s offer to leave him alone Percy came close to accepting but that would have been rude. She was here first and besides it was a free camp, and campers could be anywhere they wanted. Percy kept his less than enthusiastic expression and almost monotone voice. “No, its fine. You don’t have to go anywhere. I kind of ran into you, if anything I should just leave.”
Percy was caught off guard by Delia laughing. He hadn’t meant to be funny and in his mood of Eyor proportions he expected everyone else to be just as down as he was. Percy shoved his hands back into his pockets. His hand hit Riptide and he wrapped his fingers around the ballpoint pen. He was going to take it out and use it, but it was almost comforting to hold it and know it was there. The writing utensil slash deadly weapon had become a security blanket of sorts for him. “They’re heroic too, from an outsiders point of view. You don’t really think of yourself as a hero when your running from a giant monster who is trying to maim or kill you. The heroic bit is kind of an after thought.”
Delia’s slight change in mood did not go unnoticed as Percy brought up the topic of Luke. He wasn’t expecting the negative reaction and it made Percy do a double take. A look of confusion washed over his face for a second. She was grinning at him but the way Delia had phrased and said her reply to his question Percy knew there was more too it. “You’re not happy to see him back? I figured his siblings at least would be forgiving after the whole self-sacrifice I’m the real hero of the prophecy stunt he pulled on Olympus.” Percy shook his head slightly and his brow lifted in surprise. “I guess I was wrong. I’m not the only one.”
He didn’t actually mean to say the last sentence out loud. Percy’s face contorted upon realization that the thought had escaped his head and out his mouth. Quickly, Percy tried to recover from what he said but it was too late. “I mean, the way he came back isn’t something I can forgive, even if it wasn’t his choice or fault.” The second lie he told to Delia that wasn’t fully convincing.
WORD COUNT”620
NOTES”Go Percy muse!
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Post by Cordelia Marshall on Jan 3, 2011 4:12:59 GMT -5
She grinned when he shrugged, he didn’t seem quite as annoyed then. Though he did seem sort of tense, like he was leaving something out. Delia had never been good at reading people but when you lived in a cabin that housed pretty much everyone at some point you could see tension with your eyes closed. As for secrets, her cabin was full of them and he seemed to have a few of his own at the moment. It was none of her business though and so she tried her hardest not to pry. Not that it would be hard to figure out if she cared enough. He was Percy Jackson after all, the rumors were probably all ready flying around about what ever it was.
“To be honest, I don’t come here that often so I wouldn’t know if you did anyways.” She was attempting to lighten the mood, to cling to the sunshine she was feeling on the inside. Delia doubted that it would linger much longer, her internal jukebox was stuck on repeat and she was getting rather annoyed. Percy speaking again pulled her out of her own head. In any other situation she would have thanked him for it but she didn’t bother. The idea of him leaving because she said so was funny to Delia, she doubted that it would ever happen. “It’s a free camp, you can stay if you want,” she said returning his shrug.
She noticed when he shoved his hands into his pocket and decided maybe laughing wasn’t the best thing to do, but she couldn’t help herself. Delia liked to laugh, she liked to see the good in things. Mostly because she very skillfully avoided the bad in everything. That skill landed her a very bad issue with running away that she was currently trying to overcome. It had been working out so far, but that was because she had yet to face any real problems. “You’re right, after all you would know. I have never been on a real quest which is probably a good thing,” she said with a smile. Even though he didn’t seem to be in a very good mood she knew how ridiculous it would be if she went on a quest. For that reason alone, she couldn’t stop herself from smiling.
You figured wrong! That was the first thing that came to mind but she didn’t voice it. There was no reason to be hostile towards him it’s not like any of this was Percy’s fault. “What is there to say? His betrayal hit us the hardest, everyone else just got to hate him, we had to deal with the backlash. I lost a lot in Luke’s war and I guess I am not as willing to forgive and forget as some people.” That was putting it nicely. Delia knew she could never forget what had happened. She blamed Luke, even though she knew it wasn’t his fault. Anabelle had made her own choice, but he had been the one to give her the option. “No Percy, no you are not,” she said agreeing with him once again.
She could tell instantly he regretted what he said, only because she knew she had worn that expression many times before. “You don’t have to explain yourself, trust me, I understand.” The last thing she wanted was for it to seem like he had to tip toe around her because Luke was her brother. She doubted that was it, but she still didn’t want it to be like that. Sure he was her brother and she still loved him, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t hate him too.
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Post by Ψ ADMIN SUSHI Ψ on Jan 6, 2011 9:35:57 GMT -5
Percy almost rolled his eyes at the passive aggressive comment Delia made about having never gone on a quest. There were a few kids at camp Percy had to believe were jealous of him, hated him in a way because of the quests he got to go on. The first time Percy remembered a lot of people being upset. Some campers wait years to go on a quest and Percy got one in a matter of days. All of the times after that Percy just sort of, went along. He didn’t feel he needed permission from some crusty old oracle to save his friends.
Percy made a mental note to never call Rachel a crusty old oracle, it might be the last thing he’d ever do. It kind of unfair how the oracle worked, but Percy could blame it all on fate and destiny. He wasn’t sure he wanted the glory that came with it all. Percy had sacrificed something on every quest in some form. Instead of verbalizing his thoughts Percy just shrugged at Delia letting the topic drop. He could argue till his was blue in the face, but where would that really get him?
It was a little surprising to Percy that Delia didn’t seem very welcoming of her half brother Luke. Most of the other kids at camp forgave and forgot the whole deal with Kronos, or if they remembered they just pushed it to the back of their mind. Did half of them even care another demigod died in the process? Did it matter that this girl Sami would never see her twin again because of Phobos? Apparently not. That is what angered Percy, people acted like the other son of Hermes, Riley didn’t exist in the first place. So what if the kid had never stepped foot inside camp, he was still one of them. Percy expected the Hermes kids to grieve a little, but the only person he saw grieving was Sami. It was a messed up situation.
Percy cleared his throat, “I just assumed that—nevermind.” He shouldn’t have just assumed Luke’s siblings would string up banners and streamers, and welcome him back to cabin eleven with open arms. He watched Delia carefully for a moment; he wondered what she meant exactly by the comment she made about Luke’s war. Percy didn’t know a lot about Cordelia, in fact Percy didn’t know the personal life about a good eight-nine percent of the camp. He just figured it was never any of his business to butt in on others. If this had to do with the second war against the Titans and Luke, Percy felt maybe he should have known about it. He did lead these kids into battle two years ago.
“We all lost a lot, but he saved us all in the end. Despite what you—we—may think about him, he’s the true hero of the prophecy. I thought it was me, and maybe that was selfish or egotistical, but it was him. He did a lot of terrible things, and I don’t condone him for that.” Percy scoffed, “And you really don’t need to hear me ramble on defending a guy I just punched in the jaw, kind of makes me look like a hypocrite.” He sighed trying not to think about the look on Annabeth’s face when he popped Luke in the face.
“When you say you lost a lot, do you mind if I ask you what...or who you’re talking about?” Percy knew of many casualties in the war, some of the campers he didn’t know by name.
WORD COUNT”599
NOTES”eh, its alright. lol
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Post by Cordelia Marshall on Jan 6, 2011 18:46:10 GMT -5
“You can say it, I don’t mind.” It seemed to Delia that when it came to her people assumed a lot of things. So when Percy said it, she wasn’t at all bothered by it. In fact she was used to people’s judgments of her and how she should feel. It was sad to think about it that way, but Delia usually tried not to waste her time with tears. Because that meant that she cared and she had had a hard time finding a reason to do that recently. Sure, her older brother who she once loved and idolized had been returned from the dead but why should she care about that? Once upon a time having Luke back would have meant the world to her, but that was years ago. Now he was back as a traitor -or a hero depending who you ask - and she was expected to welcome him with open arms. The only thing she wanted to do to him was punch him in the face for being an idiot. This was all his fault. She was alone with no real family anymore because of Luke’s stupid power hungry daddy hate. But of course she was a Hermes kid, so naturally she was supposed to love and forgive him. The idea made her want to vomit.
In her blind hatred Delia had one of those head desk moments. She knew a lot of people lost a lot of things in the war and she felt really bad for excluding them. But in a way, he was asking why she was bitter, wasn’t he? Either way, she felt sorry for everyone else. Everyone but Luke and herself. After all, if she had tried she could have saved her sister, right? “None of us would have needed to be saved if he hadn’t started the war in the first place!” she said rather bitterly. That was of course her official stance on the whole situation. “You know I can’t help but to think we would all have been better off with out him in the first place,” she mumbled.
Then he said something that made it seem like he was reading her mind. “You punched my brother?!” she exclaimed. The moment she said it she wanted to retract her statement. She didn’t care and he was not her brother, not anymore. That was one relationship that was as dead as he was supposed to be. In fact there was only one thing more dead then that…
He asked about her. For some reason Delia never really thought he would care enough to ask. He had his own problems, his own friends and she didn’t belong to either category. Suddenly he didn’t seem so much like a hero anymore, he didn’t even seem like a demi-god. He seemed like a normal guy who understood. But Delia didn’t want him to understand because that meant she wasn’t alone anymore and Delia liked being along. Nobody could hurt you if you didn’t let them.
“Her name was Anabelle. She was my twin sister and she died fighting for Luke.” She didn’t regret what she said this time. Sure it was hard to admit that not one, but two of her siblings tried to over throw Olympus, but it was the truth. Besides, as much as she hated to admit it, Delia was terrified of being alone and at least this way she wasn’t. Part of her knew she didn’t really hate Luke either, she was just severely pissed off. None the less, none of this was Percy’s fault. Even if he was the one who had personally destroyed her excellent mood.
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Post by Ψ ADMIN SUSHI Ψ on Feb 14, 2011 13:44:56 GMT -5
Percy had to admit he was very surprised at Delia and her reaction to Luke’s resurrection. He was still expecting all of the Hermes kids to roll out the welcome mat. Luke may have screwed up but he made up for it by saving everyone with his sacrifice. Percy didn’t hate Luke until he stepped foot on solid ground again. Did that make Percy a hypocrite? He stood up for Luke and came to his defense more than a few times while he was dead, but as soon as he retired as Casper all facades of kindness were off.
Percy did a double take thinking he heard Delia wrong at first but his ears weren’t playing tricks on him. When Delia muttered under her breath about being better off without him it made Percy think. He immensely disliked Luke for a lot of reasons but to say they would be better off without him in the first place was taking a step too far. It would mean that Annabeth wouldn’t be here. If Luke and Thalia hadn’t found Annabeth when she was little she probably would have been dead and that was thought Percy couldn’t stomach. He wouldn’t have known Annabeth at all. Percy wondered how different everything would be without Luke. It was a scary thought.
“You don’t mean that.” Percy said rolling his eyes. “I mean I’m probably one of the first to wave the anti-Luke flag but he’s affected everyone’s lives here good or bad. Annabeth, for example, probably would never had made it to camp.” Percy hated to admit that he owed Luke that much. He flinched a little and gave a shrug at Delia’s surprising defense against her brother. Percy wondered if Delia was jealous that he had gotten to Luke before she did.
“It kind of surprised me too.” Percy admitted. “I didn’t like plan in my head that I was going to punch him. I just got so angry and well, I guess I went all Incredible Hulk on him.”
The anger and resentment Delia had for Luke had to stem from somewhere. Percy doubted it simply had to do with the whole betrayal of camp. Sure he was her half brother but there seemed to be a deep rooted problem that was more personal that just a half-sibling betrayal. And Percy hated being right half the time. He felt his muscles tense when Delia explained the cause of her hatred. It sounded extremely familiar with Riley and Sami. Or at least there were aspects that were similar. He wasn’t sure what to say after that. Percy kicked at the ground and remained silent for a long minute.
“I’m sorry.” He murmured. “I didn’t know.” Percy felt like he should have known about Anabelle but the name hardly rang a bell. In that moment Percy felt like a complete jerk. He drew in a deep breath still at a loss of what he should say. Percy didn’t have a come back for that one.
WORD COUNT”501
NOTES”sry it took so long to reply!! >.<
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Post by Cordelia Marshall on Mar 28, 2011 12:01:31 GMT -5
Percy was right and she wasn’t going to deny it. Whether she agreed with it or not Luke had effected a lot of people’s lives. Sure she was mad at him now, but no matter how angry she got Delia never believed that any one deserved to die. It didn’t really surprise her that Percy was offended by that statement because of the possibility of AB getting hurt if Luke hadn’t been around. She was tempted to point out he wouldn’t have even known she existed for it to matter if Luke wasn’t around but that just seemed rude. Besides, Delia’s problem wasn’t with Percy and it would have been stupid of her to make him mad, he was Percy Jackson after all. “Do you know how there are just some things you have too say? No matter how ridiculous is it? Well for me that was just one of those things.” Delia wasn’t sure it really made sense but that was the best explanation that she could offer him.
“It’s complicated being related to him. Nobody can decide where they stand on the ‘issue’ anymore. Some people say he’s a hero and other people say he’s an idiot. I have my own issues to deal with and I am tired of having to deal with his too. It’s not his fault and really, I am happy he’s back, but still.” Delia stopped herself, she was rambling and she highly doubted that he cared. Like her, Percy had his own issues and he didn’t need to be absorbed in other peoples. That was the thing with this camp. Everybody here had so many issues, there was nothing easy about being a demi-god. As if it wasn’t bad enough that they had to deal with their own issues, they had to deal with the gods and their feuds and the other demi-gods and their troubles. It was so much effort that sometimes Delia wondered why she had stayed around as long as she did. In the back of her mind she knew the answer, but Cameron was none of Percy’s business.
It was the complete wrong time for it, but Delia couldn’t help but laugh. His Incredible Hulk comment immediately made her imagine what he would look like green. Needless to say, it wasn’t a flattering color on him. “It happens to the best of us,” she said with a shrug. Delia wasn’t really one for violence but sometimes you just couldn’t restrain yourself. After everything that Percy had been through with Luke she didn’t blame him at all. The pair of them had been on a roller coaster of chaos, throw AB into the mess and Delia knew it was a miracle the world was still in one piece. “Some things just have to be done.” She would leave it at that. Percy hit Luke, it was no big deal, he probably deserved it.
“It’s all right. She wasn’t around long. Most of the people who knew her are gone now,” Delia said as if it didn’t matter. It took her a long time to talk about it with out crying. She loved her sister but after what happened, her hatred was more geared to the fact they weren’t close anymore. That was the hardest part of all. “Besides, you were busy trying to save the rest of us,” she said with a small smile.
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