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Post by toby on Jan 6, 2011 3:08:31 GMT -5
Sitting down with his back leaning up against a tree, the teenager set the bow and arrows down on the ground and took out his journal. He sat cross-legged and opened the small book, uncapping a pen. He shifted through the many poems he had already written until he found a blank page. He liked writing poems and even songs. He wasn’t that good at it, but he still gave it a try. Scribbling down the first thing that popped into his head, the brunette every now and then looked up when he heard the littlest of noises. The last thing he wanted was to get mauled by some monster. When he put the pen and journal down on the ground, he set his hands on his knees and took in his surroundings. It was pretty peaceful here. It was quiet. No campers being loud, just the sound of nature…and the occasional noise which he prayed to the gods was not a monster.
Toby wasn’t really sure what to think when it came to the gods. Did he believe in them? He thought there was a possibility that they really existed. Did he like them? He wasn’t sure. How could he form opinions of someone he had never even met before? He had thought about contacting his father several times, or trying to contact him at least, maybe even pray to him……but he was scared. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone but the one person’s opinion that mattered to him was his father’s. He figured that since his father had never visited or contacted him in any means save claiming him, that he hated the teen. What kind of father would leave a son they loved behind with an asshole that beat him with his fists, feet, and even sometimes minor weapons and some drunk slut? Sure those were harsh things to think of about his mother and step-father, but he hated them. They were evil people in his mind. They took away his child hood, made him work and get jobs at ages when most kids would be simply worrying about school. Thankfully in New York one had to be a certain age in order to get a job, but that didn’t stop them from working his ass off at home. School wasn’t an issue. He had been taught that it was should be low on his priority list and that pleasing his mom and step-dad should be what he had to worry about. He had almost flunked every class, but somehow managed to pull each grade up to a C before each semester ended.
A quiet groan escaped the demi-god. Why was he thinking about all that? That was in the past. He had to forget about it and move on. He couldn’t let them haunt him for the rest of his life. The teenager stood up and slipped his black leather jacket off, dropping it onto the ground next to his journal and pen. His orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt showed the scars and bruises he still had on his arms and even a bruise around his neck from when his step-dad had tried to strangle him. That had only been a few days before he had arrived at camp. It had been when monsters had destroyed their house to be exact. His grip had been hard and tight, but thankfully the bruise was fading. It kept Toby awake at night though. He felt like he could still feel his step-dad’s cold hands grasping his neck tightly, trying to choke the life out of him.
OOC comment: Toby dwells on the past too much in my opinion -.-
Word count: 763
Character mood: depressed a bit, kind of confused, and a smidge lonely
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Post by sundude on Jan 6, 2011 19:40:45 GMT -5
 332 // Toby // Bothered
It had been along day for Apollo. He had visited his daughters and helped an Athena kid out, but now something was nagging him. He couldn’t figure out why but something was very wrong. Idly he walked through the forest trying to decipher what was up. Then in the distance he noticed someone. More like he noticed a mess of brown hair hunched over in a familiar position. He was writing, which further intrigued the god. Writing was his domain so naturally he had every right to figure out exactly who this boy was. Apollo didn’t bother walking, he wanted to figure out who he was without the kid realizing him.
Apollo leaned against the tree beside him, looking over the kids shoulder. Poetry? And songs? For the god of intellectual thought it took a moment to put two and two together. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. Toby. The more of his children he encountered the worse he felt about being a father. Some of them he had watched grow up, but others they were complete strangers. Unfortunately, Toby was one of them. He knew how strange it was to just unknowingly watch his son but he didn’t let it bother him. The scars and bruises that were hidden beneath his sweater. Apollo was a nice guy, but this was one of those times he made an exception. Somebody was going to hurt for this.
He wouldn’t let that get to him though. Not now at least. He decided to abate his anger now, by distracting himself with something he knew well. Apollo picked up the bow against the tree, pulling back the string. “Not bad hardware kid,” he said further investigating the bow. He wondered if Toby would mind if he shot an arrow. Carelessly he picked an arrow, sizing up a tree in the distance. There was no doubt in his mind he could hit the target. The only question was, would the arrow hold up?
fading muse // wearing as seen // finished!
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Post by toby on Jan 7, 2011 0:44:58 GMT -5
“I’m guessing you like archery?” the teenager guessed with a small smile on his face. If the guy did like archery then they had something in common. Archery was fun to the brunette, though he wasn’t the best at it, but he was still learning. He loved the feeling of having a new bow in his hands, and got excited when he shot an arrow. Even if it missed the target, it was still fun in his mind. It was an adventure, learning how the simplest of things could affect how the arrow worked or how it flew through the air. Several times he had made the mistake of walking in front of some people right as they had fired their arrows. It had been amusing to the people watching, as he had basically dropped to the ground and covered his head. For him? It had been embarrassing. But hey, at least he got to make some people laugh and thus put smiles on their faces.
Toby stepped closer to Apollo and looked in the direction where he thought he might be aiming at. “What are you aiming at?” he couldn’t help but ask as he looked up at the immortal. He normally would have introduced himself by then but didn’t want to seem too pushy. He quickly out a small smile on his face. He tended to forget to smile when he focused too much or thought about something too hard. He didn’t want to seem bored. He was far from bored. Bring up archery, poetry, music, and anything related to those and he was instantly interested. He was so interested that he actually forgot about the scars and marks on his arms and neck that were visible. Normally he would have quickly put his jacket on, not wanting people to see them. Normally when people saw his scars they asked what had happened. Rarely did someone ask who did it to him. The teenage demi-god usually just ended up lying about them anyways. He didn’t want to bother people with his past, he found it rude and he didn’t get why people actually asked. Why would he interest them? He was just a plain, ordinary-- save being a demi-god --boy. Nothing special.
OOC comment: Toby’s meeting his dad!! Yay!! ^^
Word count: 594
Character mood: interested, curious
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Post by sundude on Jan 10, 2011 17:00:38 GMT -5
637 // Toby // Skilled
The world was a dangerous and lonely place. Even the god of the sun knew that. Which was why he greatly disliked the idea of borrowed weapons. Especially when it was his child. There was no way of knowing when someone would ask for them back or if they had been messed with. Like the time that Luke kid put the master bolt in the shield and gave it to Percy Jackson. The memory put him in an even more unpleasant mood. The fact that it was a bow didn’t help much either. Apollo always believed that a bow and even the arrows were a very personal weapon, that it was important for the bow to be unique to the users style. Not that he really had room to talk, he had more bows then any of person required. Though he did use one of them more then the rest. Normally he preferred a classic long bow, but the new updates weren’t bad at all.
“I’d invest in my own if I were you kid, this one is all wrong for you.” Admittedly it probably didn’t sound all that nice the way he said it, but he meant it in a helpful manner. Bows were his thing, he knew them well better then anyone else. Except maybe his sister and he doubted that. She was more about the hunting then the actual sport of archery. Which meant that when it came to a bow and arrow he was the guru. Nobody had anything on him in that respect.
Apollo grinned about the archery comment. Apparently he was rather transparent when it came to this. Not that he really minded, archery was his thing why shouldn’t it look like he loved it. “You would be guessing correctly,” he said with a smile looking over at Toby. Some of Apollo’s best memories involved a bow. The accuracy he had gained from shooting all those years definitely had it’s perks. Ladies were always a sucker for some crazy stuffed animal at carnivals. Needless to say, Archery was the gift that just kept giving. Not that he really needed to be good at those cheesy games to make an impression, but it helped.
He set the bow with out looking away from his target, his eyes like a hawk focused in the distance. The question only barely breaking his concentration. “Do you see that red wood, past all those oak trees,” He questioned. There was no way of knowing if he really did. “I am aiming for that.” With that, Apollo drew back on the bow, his thumb lined up with the corner of his mouth, elbow straight and then he released. A smirk played on his lips when the arrow hit the red wood. He hadn’t really expected anything less. Apollo had to admit though, the arrow held up rather nicely and the bow wasn’t too bad. Not really up to his standards but good enough for a camper. Though he was still debating whether or not it was good enough for his son.
“How about you? Are you a fan?” he asked putting the bow back down where he found it. It was rude of him to take it in the first place but the kid really didn’t seem to mind and besides he was a god. Not that Toby knew that but still. No one really complained about a god touching there stuff. Except of course other gods. “So you’re new at camp,” he questioned nonchalantly as if it didn’t make a difference to him either way. It was clear to him that anonymity would be the best way to get to know Toby. For some reason he made his children nervous, actually all demigods to be honest. Which he was being the god of truth and all.
*searches for muse* // wearing as seen // finished! Sorry for the delay
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Post by toby on Jan 10, 2011 22:13:43 GMT -5
“Yeah,” was the teenager’s quick response to Apollo asking if he was new to camp. The immortal was certainly going to have to work hard to get more out of the young demigod. “What about you? How long have you been at camp?” He figured the guy was a demigod, not knowing that gods could also get onto the camp grounds. He was still new to all of this and so far only knew for sure that mortals couldn’t get into the camp. Looking at his father-- of course not knowing that he was actually looking at his father --the brunette would have guessed him to have been at the camp for several years, that is thinking that he was a demigod. Maybe he was a camp staff member or whatever, someone who helped around and trained other demigods. It made sense in the teen’s mind.
“What’s your name, by the way? I’m Toby Davis.” Unaware that his father was right there, Toby felt the need to introduce himself though he left out the part about him being Apollo’s son. Course...maybe he should add that in? If he asked this guy about his Olympian parent, he would expect to know the teen’s…right? Well, wouldn’t hurt to mention it. “I’m a son of Apollo--" he shrugged and rolled his eyes slightly like who his parent was didn’t really matter. He didn’t want people knowing his dad had never once made contact with him. He didn’t want to be known as the disgrace in the family if that was what his father considered him as. “--what about you? Who’s your Olympian parent?”
OOC comment: lol I can just imagine Toby’s face if he ever finds out he’s talking to his dad XD
Word count: 475
Character mood: more friendly, still curious
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Post by sundude on Jan 20, 2011 17:04:20 GMT -5
605 // Toby // Tricky
The idea that a child of his sucked at archery did not make him happy. He was supposed to have a natural skill at it. Archery was in his blood, he should be unbelievable not bad. Apollo let the moment of disappointment go, reminding himself that Toby was new to this world, very new. Besides that Harper wasn’t the greatest archer either, Sophie was his ace in the hole there. It helped to be a good with one hundred titles, because when it came down to it all of his children were destined to have some sort of skill. Toby’s clearly was writing and that made Apollo proud beyond compare. At the rate he was going, he had a child for every title. Though he admittedly had a soft spot for writers. Poetry just seemed to speak to him, though recently his poetic muse had been lacking. He made a mental note to seek out Erato about this problem. The fact that Toby still liked archery despite his difficulties was heart warming. Apollo liked persistence it was a very good sign. “Well maybe I can help,” he said offering Toby the bow. If he couldn’t learn from Apollo then Toby’s hopes of being any good at archery were slim to none. Unless of course he spent an ungodly amount of time with Sophie.
Toby’s quick response to the camp question made him rather curious. He wasn’t a terrible father, he knew the kid didn’t like to talk about himself, but he didn’t imagine it was that bad. Granted, they hadn’t really seen each other in a long time. All he had to go off of were the glimpses he had seen of Toby when toying around with prophecy. The switch of conversation from Toby to him was a dangerous one. He could tell the truth but that would defeat the purpose of it all. Eventually Toby would figure it out but now didn’t seem like the time. “Me? A few years, mostly only the summers though.” It was true for the most part. Apollo usually only visited in the summers because prophecy didn’t seem to like snow much. As for the few years, his visits had been more common since the Artemis debacle. Though most of the time no one knew he was around. It was easier that way.
Names were complicated. Being the good of intellectual thought he should have known that was coming. Unfortunately for him he didn’t have a million and one names like the rest of his family, nor the affinity for lying. On the bright side, there was one name he could get away with. “I am Phoebus, my mother had a cruel sense of humor,” he joked, “Nice to meet you Toby.” It took Apollo a moment not to come off as too proud when Toby mentioned his parent. Going on an ego trip wasn’t an excellent way to portray his identity. Not that he had an overly large ego, but some things just got him going more then others. “Sweet, I hear Apollo is a cool guy.” Though complimenting himself wasn’t a common task it was a good way to find out where he stood with Toby. This way he would know if the relationship needed fixing or strengthening. “My dad is Zeus.” Much like Toby he shrugged the title off. Zeus wasn’t nearly as impressive to him as everyone else. Though he had to admit, the validity of his identity depended on the fact that Toby didn’t know Nick. There was only one demi-god son of Zeus at camp at his name surely was not Phoebus.
finding muse // wearing as seen // finished!
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Post by toby on Jan 31, 2011 21:31:35 GMT -5
Toby grinned and grasped the bow, taking it in his hands. Would this guy really help him? If so, that would be awesome! He set the bow on the ground, against the tree where the arrows were. “That’d be cool.” He wondered if he, himself, would be staying at the camp for only the summers. Did he have a place to go besides here? He didn’t think so, not unless he wanted to get strangled by his step-father again. He mentally shivered at the thought, hoping his distaste didn’t show on his face. He wasn’t in the mood to get hurt at all. Maybe he would stay a whole year at Camp Half-Blood? But…what would he do? What if any friend he made only stayed for the summer? Would he ask to stay with them? No, he would feel like he was intruding on their life. It wouldn’t feel right to him. He didn’t want to feel as if he was pushing himself onto anyone, figuratively of course.
“Phoebus? That’s a cool name,” the teenage demigod complimented. His smile faltered when “Phoebus” mentioned his father. So he had heard things about him? For a moment, the young boy racked his brain. Had he heard anything about his father? No, he hadn’t or at least he hadn’t paid any attention. When he heard about his father, he usually zoned the person who was talking out. It got him depressed, and he usually started thinking and wondering what he did wrong to make his father abandon him. He shook his head, for a moment forgetting his wasn’t alone. He rubbed his temples, muttering “Apollo isn’t that great of a guy.” Of course, if he had known his father was there, he wouldn’t have said a thing. He had muttered it, but it was still loud enough to be heard. His eyes were on the ground, distant and almost misty. He sniffled and rubbed his eyes, blinking as he remembered he wasn’t alone.
“Zeus? That’s cool! Isn’t he the um….king of the gods?” sadly, he honestly meant the question. He knew about Greek Mythology, but he didn’t know it that well. He put on a fake smile on his face as he looked up at “Phoebus”. He didn’t want to make the older guy feel as if he had to ask him what was wrong. Suddenly, he felt uncomfortable as he remembered the scars and marks that were on him. He shifted on his feet. He wanted to grab his jacket, but didn’t want to seem awkward or something. He leaned back against the tree, propping his foot on it thus bending his knee out. He held his hands together behind his back and looked at “Phoebus”, wondering what he would do or say next.
OOC comment: >< so so so sorry for late reply! My internet was down T.TWord count: 462Character: Toby Davis son of ApolloWritten by: Zoey on PropheciesTags: Apollo[/size] |
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Post by sundude on Apr 5, 2011 14:13:21 GMT -5
471 // Toby // Questionable
Apollo returned the grin when Toby said he would be willing to learn to shoot with his help. He was good at a lot of things - not that he was too self absorbed - but if he had to choose one that he loved above the others Archery was surely it. He couldn't really explain his reasoning but that's just the way it was. He knew no one could take away the music and so he prized his bow. Then again, who wouldn't prize his bow. Everyone had their own thing, Zeus's bolt, Poseidon's trident and Hermes Caduceus, Apollo had his bow. It probably came off as really irrational to some people but Apollo didn't care. He didn't exactly consider himself to be a pleaser. Though he was known to appease people from time to time.
He had to laugh when Toby called Phoebus a cool name. Apollo didn't particularly hold any ill will towards the title but cool would not have been the first word he choose to describe it. His 'name' was irrelevant though, Apollo had more pressing things to do with. Like for instance that his son had said he wasn't that great of a guy. Now that it was clear to him this was one of those fixer-upper relationships he had to reconsider how to deal with it. Not that he really expected any of his children to unconditionally love him. After all he had abandoned them through obligation and only appeared rarely when necessary. It was thoughts like this which reminded Apollo he was a terrible father but was trying to be better. "I'm sure he can't be all that bad," he spoke out of desperation. More out of hope really, that somewhere deep down inside Toby had the slightest love for his father. It was so much easier to fix things this way, though Apollo could remedy the issue regardless.
Zeus? Cool? The idea made Apollo scoff he was probably the lamest of the gods. It was true that he had some pretty cool abilities but that was about it. Zeus was distant, stubborn and all together self obsessed. Apollo stopped his momentary mind rant, that King of the Gods thing always seemed to be a redeeming quality that rather annoyed Apollo. It wasn't like he had any desire to overthrow Zeus, but he wished just once some one would give credit where credit was due. Heck, if it wasn't for Zeus then he probably would have still been able to see his children grow up. Bitter for the moment Apollo resolved this was all his fault. "Yeah, that's him. Though he isn't all he is cracked up to be. He's a slouch really," he said with a shrug.
finding muse // wearing as seen // finished!
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