A reflection unknown (Ryan)

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Vidette crashed to the ground, the Sai falling out of her hand and skidding across the dusty ground. She'd been chased by one of Apollos children fro the past 10 minutes and was trying to get to the river before he did. Whichever one got there first won the scrimmage, but he was too fast for her. She could hear him on her tail as she ran through the forest. "Oh come on Vidette! Don't make it that easy!" She got up and bolted for the river, It was only 30 feet away, she could make it before him. She looked over her shoulder as she ran, he was right behind her. She growled under her breath and kept on running.

50 feet. 40 feet. 30 feet.

COME ON VIDETTE! She screamed at herself in fury. This was the third scrimmage she'd lost to an Apollo kid. The second time to this one in particular. He was running in pace with her now. "You're making this very hard on yourself, If you'd have paced yourself in the beginning you'd have been fine." She wiggled her fingers into a better grip on her Sai and thrust it at his leg. It pierced his skin and he fell to the ground behind her. He threw his knife at her back. She yelped and staggered back as it stuck in her shoulder. She started running fast again.

20 feet. 10 feet. 5 feet

The weapon would come out after she won. She would win this time. No questions asked. She skidded to a stop in front of the river and pulled off her boots, wincing as she moved her shoulder. She stepped into the cool river water and turned to look at the kid she'd beaten. "Take that!" She yelled at the fallen form, the rare smile that had crept onto her face wavered as she fell to her knees, her skirt getting soaked. She hand flew to her shoulder as she felt for the knife. She cried out in pain as she tried to remove the knife. No luck. She felt her breath grow heavy.

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Muse: The way you make me feel :: Michael Jackson

[Ryan Simons]

And what do you think you'd ever say?
I won't listen anyway…
You don't know me,
And I’ll never be what you want me to be.

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Ryan was by himself and in the forest. It was the one place he felt a tiny fraction of a millimeter relaxed in; his feelings with the forest were different from the arena or the armory, though. The forest was his one sort of comfort zone. He had spent most of his childhood near and in a forest. The forest was both relaxing and depressing for him. It was rather ironic when someone actually thought about it. He was completely up tight and stiff in Camp where no demigod would just randomly attack him without reason (unless they really hated his guts, which was possible), but was sort of kind of relaxed in a forest where, at any given moment a monster could just randomly attack him, no reason needed. Ryan was still uptight and stiff in the forest, but just a bit less so.

The demigod sighed and lightly fluttered his eyes shut, just listening. This was the place he had come just to be alone, hopefully. Then again, nothing ever worked out for him, ever. This stupid Camp, for instance. Out of one Hades, into another. There were so many people here, sheesh! Ryan couldn't' go anywhere without another person being there. That was how big this stupid freaking Hades was! Great job, Fish Face and Traitor. Ryan flipping hated the 'claim your kid' rule. His point of never getting a moment alone was proven as he heard, then saw two people racing towards the river. Ryan was sort of close to the flowing water, but kept a wide berth. He didn't know how to swim and was never taught. Now he sort of wanted to learn, especially since he learned that he was a demigod. There had been no place for him to learn when he was little. Ryan's extent of water was drinking and his bathtub. That wasn't saying much since all he grew up with, was a shower.

Two figures were racing, almost side by side. Then one figure took out a weapon and grazed the other's leg. Ryan smirked, seeing the figure hit the ground. They were to far off, Ryan couldn't see if they were male or female. He could only see their figures, since he was getting a side view and the two people were ahead of him. Then the figure that had stabbed the person got ahead. The person who was on the ground threw something, presumably a dagger, at the figure racing towards the river. Now the figure was clearer. It was a female and the dagger, yes Ryan's guess was right, had lodged itself in her shoulder. The demigod gave a smirk and kept walking. The girl had reached the river. She took off her shoes and went it. Ryan was about to turn around and walk the other way to avoid her, when her voice reached her ears. Ryan rolled his dark grey eyes and then strode up to her, rather fast considering the distance that had separated them before.

Keeping his distance from the bank of the river, he neared the girl so he was almost infront of her. "Like you took that?" the fifteen year old snorted skeptically, eyeing the dagger coming out of her shoulder. The girl went to remove it. "Don't take it out you idiot!" the boy snapped at her. The girl couldn't take it out and he snorted, rolling his eyes in disgust. Was anyone taught the way to handle weapons in this Hades?! At least when you had the weapon in, it would stop all the blood from coming out. Once the stopper was taken out though, the blood was going on a free for all out of the wound.

Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry
To: Vidette Owens
IC Word Count: 628
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy

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Vidette was in pain. The knife stuck in her shoulder stung, and she wasn't used to this sort of injury. She felt the inside of her jacket start to soak up the blood. I'll never get the blood out of this. She thought to herself angrily before realizing someone was speaking to her. She looked up. "I wasn't trying to take it out,"she lied easily "I was checking to see if he clipped the muscle." She wobbled into a standing position."Which he did." Vidette had fixed something on just about everyone in this camp, but if she'd fixed this is one she didn't know. I'd remember this one... She thought to her self as she took in his appearance.

She surprised herself at her own observation, this one was...cute. The way he talked to her was so commanding, and she did have a thing for men who knew how to take command. "Who are you anyways?" She asked and stepped out of the water. She slipped her boots back on and began to walk back towards the Apollo boy she'd beaten. "Aren't you glad you didn't bet money on this one?" She asked him and bent in front of the fallen son. He opened his mouth to reply but no words came out, he just clasped his hands to his leg and tried to crawl away.

"Just where do you think your going with my Sai in your leg? She asked and grabbed his ankle. "That's mine." she rolled him onto his back roughly and pulled the Sai out. He yelped in pain. "Thats what you get for messing with me, my first day back." She stood up and took her bag from the ground a few feet away. She pulled out a long bandage and a splint and set to work on his knee, careful not to move her shoulder too much.

Number of words: 400
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Muse: Gravity :: Amanda Palmer

[Ryan Simons]

Ryan had seen this before. The pain, the blood, the cries of pain; the fun, gruesome stuff. He had seen it before; all because he had been the one in pain and covered in blood 99.9% of the time. He looked at the knife coming out of her shoulder. If that had happened to him, as it had happened so many times, so many times it was hard to count, he would feel it, sure. No matter how many times he got stabbed in the shoulder, it would still be painful. Nothing could ever take away the pain of being stabbed, sure people could get used to it, but it would never not hurt. That was Ryan's situation. He was used to being slapped around and stabbed. It still hurt, but he was used to it. Unlike usual people he didn't ever wince or yell in pain, or hold on to were he got injured. Over the course of his training, he had been taught not to.

"Sure you weren't," he snorted, skeptically again. "So what was you yelling and holding onto the hilt about?" he growled, raising his eyebrow. Another thing he had been taught not to do? Yank a weapon out of his skin. When he did, all his aunt had done was stand there and smirk. Then Ryan passed out and woke up hours later, bandaged up. That was when he was younger though, as he got older he had to learn how to mend and heal himself, along with learning how to make his own weapons. He'd never be good as the Hephaestus kids, but they got the job done. Ryan rolled his eyes. "If it clipped the muscle then you can feel it in you, you don't need to go touching the hilt," he snapped. His grey eyes narrowed as he watched her look at him, almost analyzing him. There wasn't much to see. If he took off his jacket or showed his hands, palms up, then she'd really have something to stare at.

"Ryan," he snarled shortly after a slight hesitation. Yes, he still paused when giving his name. It was weird, but he still wasn't used to his own name. It hadn't been in use for a while. He just shrugged and rolled his eyes. "I don't know the terms or circumstances," he growled icily. He couldn't really make judgement on a fight unless he had been part of it. He guessed her winning was fair game, but it also depended on the terms of the race. It seemed it was to the river. Ryan wasn't sure if weapon usage had been agreed before the race, so he really couldn't say a verdict. "But no, since you got a shot as well," he growled. Well, that was his own opinion. He rolled his eyes as he watched the girl start to patch up the boy that she had taken down before.

Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry
To: Vidette Owens
IC Word Count: 502
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy

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Vidette ignored his comments about what she was doing wrong "The object was to get to the river first. You could use weapons, as long as you didn't do any major damage." She winced as she lifted her arm. "This one cheated. He's lucky I'm not leaving him here to go septic." She glared at the boy she was working on. She ripped his pants at the knee to examine the wound. "You're lucky, it's a clean cut." She put his leg on the splint and began to wrap it in the bandage.

"How come i haven't fixed you up before?" She asked Ryan, trying to distract him from asking her name."I have fixed something on almost everyone here, except for you." She finished with the Apollo boy and helped him stand up. "Don't scrim with me again." He gave her a frightened look and walked as fast as he could in the direction of the camp.

She picked up the Sai she'd taken out of the Apollo boys leg and wiped the blood on her skirt. "He was asking for it. I'm the only female child of Aesculapius and they think that's precedent for making fun of me." She leaned up against the closest tree and opened up her bag.

Number of words: 280
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Muse: Sounds of Fallout 3 New Vegas
Notes: Sorry for the shortness, gotta jet to school

[Ryan Simons]

The girl ignored his first few comments about her and the dagger. Whatever, Ryan didn't care if he was ignored or not. Ryan shrugged. "Whatever," he growled, rolling his eyes. He wasn't in it, so he wasn't going to comment. "Not my concern," he snapped. The demigod snorted. "How did he cheat? He got a good shot at your arm," he snarled curtly. Ryan just rolled his eyes and looked into the forest as the girl continued to patch up the boy. It looked almost quiet now; but Ryan knew that it could change at any moment. Example A was right infront of him. It had been quiet and peaceful, and then these two idiots had to come loping around. He didn't ask for her name, and wasn't even going to. He didn't care about it.

Ryan glared at her. "None of your business," he snapped at her. Like he was going to just tell her about him? He hated healing, healers, anything that had to do with the topic. Ryan had scars, and a lot of them. Most of them had been the result of before he came to camp and then there were the few that he had accumulated at this Hades. He avoided other people at any cost possible. He was a loner, an outsider, an antisocial person, whatever you wanted to call him. He ate at weird hours and spent most of his day at the arena. During the night or when he just felt like it, he'd stalk into the forest and stay there. The only time he'd be in his Cabin was for a few hours of rest and then that was it. He hated his Cabin. He narrowed his dark grey eyes at her. "Great for them," he growled sarcastically. Every single time he had ever gotten hurt, from age nine and onward, he had mended and healed himself.

He watched the boy who had been beaten go towards Camp. He rolled his eyes; how many more idiots would he have to encounter before he could get his own peace and quiet. He only shrugged as the girl started to talk again. "Whatever," he growled, rolling his eyes. What she was saying was of no interest to him. Like he gave a flipping care about her woes and about her sorrows that she was the only female in her dang parent's Cabin? Not likely.

Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry
To: Vidette Owens
IC Word Count: 410
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy

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