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[darius]

Darius walked into the Armory and looked around, there was nobody vacant at the moment to show him around. Shrugging, he walked in and took a look around, the place wasn’t that bad, it just needed to be cleaned up. Just before he got here, Hephaestus came to him and claimed him as his own, even though his mother told him what happened. Darius didn’t want anything to do with him right now, all he could think about was that he was a child of rape, and that didn’t change anything. Yes he still loved his family just the same and he loved his Step-Father, but he always had a hunch that he never was his. Their looks we’re totally different, and they didn’t have much of anything in common. After hearing what he heard from his mother, it was a relief, and a curse to hear it.

Walking around, he seen a huge hammer lay on the table, he picked it up and held it. It was light but looked like it could do some real damage on someone or something. Putting it down, he looked and seen all the armory that hung on the walls and laid on the shelves, everything was starting to settle on him. He was an actual Demi-God, and they really had to fight to survive from the monsters and other evil gods. Everything also settled in, now he knew why he could withstand heat at high rates, why he could make anything he wanted, and why he was so damn strong.

Chuckling to himself, he sat on the a stool and picked up some scrap metal, seeing an image of Hephaestus in his mind. As he thought to himself, his hands were working on a project all on their own. The metal twisted, turned, and started to take shape as he let his mind wandered. Once he was done, he looked down and seen an exact replica of Hephaestus holding a hammer over his shoulder. Darius stared at it and just set it to the side putting his head in his hands.

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[andy]

Andy was a failure at swordfighting, well maybe not completely. Though she had pretty much gotten her a-double-s handed to her on a silver platter. The Ares kids didn't exactly go easy on those who were new at the game. Which she had originally thought would be no problem considering she didn't like it when anyone went easy on her. Although she hadn't really expected one of them to actually cut her up with their sword. Didn't they have like a safeword or something? Apparently not, because no one had said a word, and now her shoulder was dripping with blood of a sick crimson color. Not to mention the blood smelled rusty and, frankly Andy hated the sight of blood. Of course, after that, she had ended up elbowing the idiot in the face, landing him with a bloody, and possibly broken, nose. She was lucky that this was a camp for nasty, fighting, demi-gods or she would be in trouble for that. Not that Andy would have had a problem with being in trouble, mind you. Though, she didn't really deal well with talking to people of authority. The result from that would be some very nasty backtalk on her part.

Of course, her impulsive pick on a sword had probably been half the cause for her issues. She had no idea what she was doing when it came to picking out a fighting sword. Bow and arrows she could deal with, even knives were good, but swords were a no-go. The daughter of Persephone had considered asking one of the dorky Hephaestus kids about it, but had decided that associating with them was just to much of a hassle. Plus they probably would have ended up storming away because she most likely would have insulted them to the point where they got extremely annoyed.

Entering the armory, she immediately rolled her eyes at the presence of another demi-god before sliding the sword back into it's original place. It just so happened that before she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of what the kid was doing through her sunglasses. "And I thought the Poseidon kid was a daddy's boy," Andy muttered, her tone probably just loud enough for him to hear, not that she minded. Tons of people already disliked her, or even hated her, why not add one more to the list?

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[darius]

Darius heard a female voice and he turned to look at her and rolled his eyes, Your kidding right? I’m not anything, I hate my father. he said looking down at the statue and then crumpling it with his hands. Looking at the girl, she had red hair with bright eyes, talk about that facial expression, she looked like the kind of girl who looked mad all the time. Getting up, Darius walked over to her and looked down at redhead. What are you doing in here anyways, you don’t look like a Hephaestus child. he said to her. Even saying his name made his blood boil, he just shook his head and walked over to a sword and started swinging it.

The sword was a beautiful one, it was bronze on he one part, but then on the grip, it was intricate knots and swirls. Staring at it, the sword looked like it could be upgraded or at least use a new design. Images of different swords started to swirl in Darius’ head, he didn’t know where this was all coming from, but he had to listen to it if he wanted to fit into this camp. Darius laid down the sword and picked up a heavy looking shield, he seen that there were pictures that told stories on them. This particular one looked like it was a story of Hercules defeating the Niemen Lion, he just set it back down and turned to the girl who was standing there.

Walking back towards the girl he sat back down on the stool and crossed his arms, So what is there to do for fun around here? Place looks pretty dull if you ask me. he said looking around and then back at the girl. He hasn’t seen much of the place yet, but it looked like it could be somewhere that could get old and boring fast.

Notes: Sorry this was crap, I'm still gettin the hang of posting with a male. Haha

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[andy]

Andy couldn't help but smirk at his small comment in which he'd accidentally referred to himself as nothing. She'd understood what he'd meant, but twist the words a little and voilà, you had a loser with no self-esteem. Which she kind of suspected he was anyways. "Ah, so you're the other type of tacky demi-god cliche?" In her opinion there were three types of demi-gods here. The first two were utterly cliche. They either adored their parent or hated them with a passion. The last kind were kids like her, who honestly didn't bother to think about their parents. She eyed the other kid warily as he approached her, still vaguely uncomfortable around and untrustworthy of any guy. She'd still be on her toes even if she was around the sweetest guy on the planet. "What? Am I not allowed to come here since I'm not Hephaestus' spawn?" The redhead questioned, meeting his gaze with her own. It seemed that the boy was almost trying to intimidate her with his height, but Andy wasn't bothered in the least by someone else's size. At least, not anymore.

As he turned away from her, the girl deemed it safe to pick out a suitable spot for her. She ended up choosing to sit on one of the work tables instead of an actual chair. They offered closer proximity to the exit in case she decided to bolt later on. Andy hadn't really been planning on hanging around in the armory, but she honestly had nothing better to do. And on the plus side, he seemed to know his way around the weapons in this place. If she didn't make him too angry, then maybe he'd help her out. Though the girl didn't really want to ask for help, in fact she hated asking for help. Maybe if she spent enough time around the armory she could pick it up on her own. Which was preferrable to asking Mr.Tall, Dark and Brooding over there. Admittedly though he wasn't that dark, it just went with her whole cliche expression. And she hadn't included handsome, but that was because she didn't really take a person's looks into her first impressions.

"That's because it is dull, although I don't really recall asking for your opinion on the matter," Andy commented, pulling her legs up onto the table so she could cross one over the other. The closest this place got to interesting was when someone got a quest, and even that, she found uninteresting. She only took interest in the flowers she could make sprout, especially the tulips and the daisies. Ironically daisies represented innocence, while tulips generally centered around cheerfulness. Neither of which Andy had or was.

Notes; That's alright, though sorry if mine was bad, still adjusting to a mean character!

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[darius]

Darius watched the girl smirk but he just looked away, it seemed like the redhead was playing games with him and he was in no mood. Cliché? I’m not a part of some tacky cliché. he said sneering at her. He didn’t know why he was being so mean to this girl, probably because she was doing it back, or he was just ill. Darius was never a hard guy, he was usually laid back and down right a good guy. Shrugging his shoulders he looked at her, I don’t know, I guess you can come in, its my first day. Give me a break, jeez. he said rolling his eyes and then looking at the ground. Darius looked back up and at her, she had bright eyes for someone with red hair.

He watched her sit on a work table, he just smirked and looked the other way shaking his head. Looked like she was going to stay around and pick on him some more, just great. He picked up a spear and started to swing it around his body and tossed it up in the air for something to do. Darius heard the girl’s response and shrugged, It was just a question. Why do you have to be all snippy every time I say something? Have a bad day with your hair or your flowers didn’t grow right? he asked her as he walked over to a different shield and checked it out. He didn’t know about the flower part, but it must have been the perfume or something that made her smell like a meadow, or if she was even wearing any. Darius put down the shield, looking around, he found a stool and pulled it towards him and sat down.

Looking at the bright eyed girl, he took a deep breath and exhaled, Bad start of meeting my first person here. Name’s Darius, and as you can tell I’m the son of Hephaestus. And you are… he asked holding out his hand waiting for her answer. He probably thought he was some psycho guy or had some personality disorder, but he had to learn to control his temper at all times. He didn’t want to do something that he’d regret.

Notes: No your doing good!! I know how you feel about an mean character…Cyrene haha

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[andy]

Soon she'd be adding another person to the list of people that hated her. Or at least from the sneer, that's what it seemed like to her. "Anybody who resides at this Camp is automatically cliche. You're cliche." She pointed at him, then redirected the finger at herself. "And I won't even deny that I'm cliche." Andy dropped her finger, using her whole hand instead, to prop up her head. She was strictly one for the truth, and the truth was; she was probably one of the worst cliches here. The demi-god who was beaten by her mortal parent, and as a result became an angry, all-around mean girl. How much more cliche could one get? You guess I can come in? She raised an eyebrow, choosing, for some reason, not to say the words aloud. Andy hadn't really been looking for his permission to be in the armory. The boy must've been dreaming if he thought she was going to cut him some slack. If he was looking for break from someone, then he'd picked the wrong person. The only people she sympathized with were those who had as crappy of a past as she had. And even then, she still wasn't very nice to those people.

"What, are you not enjoying my company?" The redhead titled her head to the side, knowing fully well that he probably was not, especially not from the way he was shaking his head at her. No one she had met so far did enjoy her company. Well except for the Pegasi, but that's because she was a heck of a lot nicer to animals than she was to actual people. To the Pegasi, and normal horses, she was the girl who snuck them an extra treat. But to the demi-gods, she was the girl to avoid at all costs. That title was earned by her own doing, and she worked hard to keep that title. Was that a little sad and twisted? Probably, but Andy didn't mind so much. "I wouldn't take it too personally, I'm this snippy with everyone." It'd been a very long time since the girl had heard anyone use the word snippy. Interesting choice. And by interesting, she really just found it a bit odd, and a word that someone such as her grandma would use. "My flowers always grow perfectly," A small tulip materialized in her palm as if to prove a point. It was of a lovely light purple color, because that just so happened to be her favorite color.

"Counting to ten?" The daughter of Persephone asked dryly as he seemed to be trying to dial down his own anger. Those stupid tricks had never really worked for her, which wasn't a surprise considering she'd always quit before she was even halfway through them. "Andy. Daughter of Persephone, but only on alternate Tuesdays." She reluctantly introduced herself, glancing at his offered hand before deciding not to take it.

[darius]

Crossing his arms, Darius looked a the girl when she said we’re all clichés. [brown]Oh yeah? Then I must be in the ‘I really hate my dad for what he did to my mother’ cliché right?[/brown] he said a bit sarcastically. Darius leaned on the table and nodded, [brown]So what kind of cliché are you in?[/brown] he asked pointing at her then dropping his hand. He didn’t want to say anything too meanly but she was being just as snappy as a snapping turtle, and he’s been bit by those before. She was a feisty little thing if you asked him, but it kept him amused, like a animal at the zoo. But he wouldn’t tell her that, then she would really bite his head off. He shook his head and smirked, [brown]It’s something I haven’t figured out just yet, why don’t you just insult me some more and we’ll find out. Unless you are leaving right?[/brown] he said trying not to laugh. Darius scratched his arm, and looked outside, people were walking back and forth and forth in front of the armory. He wondered where they went or what they were doing.

Darius chuckled a little laugh and eyed her, [brown]I never take anything too personally. Your just not a cheery person ay?[/brown] he said smirking at her. This girl reminded him of one of his friends back home, he was a cocky sucker and always maintained an attitude, she definitely reminded him of her. Looking away again to hide his smile she said something that thrown him off a little when she said her flowers always grew perfectly. Darius turned his head to see a purple tulip in her hand, [brown]Whoa, how’d you do that? Does the rest of your siblings do that?[/brown] he asked leaning in a little to see it. Without permission, the son of Hephaestus touched the flower to make sure it was real, yep and it was. [brown]Tulips are ok, I’m more of a Moonflower and Jasmine person. But roses too.[/brown] he said leaning back and looked down. Back home, his mother has Jasmine, Moonflowers, Roses, and just about everything you can name in her garden. But his favorites were those plants, and he liked to help water or take care of the garden whenever she needed him too.

[brown]No, that doesn’t help, I just take breaths to calm down a bit. I get irritated to easily and I don’t like to. So I just take a breath and hope I calm down.[/brown] he said standing up for a second and then sitting back down. They needed to make more comfortable seats in this place, they were just made of steel and no padding at all, talk about irritating. [brown]Well it’s nice to meet you Andy. Well then what are you on Tuesdays then? Do I sense multiple personality disorder?[/brown] he asked smirking knowing it was a pretty lame burn. He took his hand back after she glaced at it and looked back up at him. [brown]Still believe in guy germs?[/brown] he asked her.

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[andy]

Well his cliche almost sounded vaguely interesting. There was a little more edge to his voice then there should have been if he had just been referring to the normal 'he left her to raise me alone'. Which she always thought was a pointless reason to be mad at their immortal parent. For one, they had lives, which were presumably busy lives, considering their status as gods and all. And secondly, plenty of normal, mortal parents ditched on their kids as well and nobody ever got as mad at them as demi-gods got at their Olympian parents. "If you say so," Andy commented, not really knowing whether or not that was his cliched category. "Me?" She wrinkled her nose, debating whether or not to answer. Ah, heck why not? She'd never particularly cared before whether or not anyone knew. "I'm the girl turned bee-yotch, because daddy was an abusive alcoholic, cliche." She informed him without even batting an eyelash. It'd taken her a while to perfect the 'I-don't-care' look, but she had it nailed now. She'd specifically taken to perfecting it for whenever she had to talk about this particular topic with someone. "Well I'm certainly not opposed to insulting you some more." Which was 100 percent true. She was perfectly content sitting here for a while and making her typical snarky comments. "Oh, I think I'm going to stay. I think it's a great opportunity for some demi-god to demi-god bonding time!" If this boy missed her sarcasm in that statement, then he clearly couldn't be all that bright.

That was probably good for him, considering if he did take things personally then he'd most likely end up crying in his cabin every night. There were quite a few people here who were almost identical to Andy in terms of attitude. And surprisingly, there were a few with even worse attitudes. "How could you tell?" She asked, though it was more rhetorical than anything. "Magic," The redhead responded with a tinge of sarcasm. Twirling the flower in between her fingers, she brought it up to her nose before taking a small whiff of the aromatic flower. "Well yes, unless of course they are idiots." Which is quite true for the majority of them. The demi-god reasoned silently, eyeing him a little suspiciously as he reached out to touch the small tulip. "Jasmines are quite pretty, and not to mention they smell fantastic." She agreed, easily picturing the delicate white flower in her mind. Her voice was nearing calm, and lacked any sarcasm at that point. Flowers were the only topic that she could actually talk about without a snarky attitude. Sometimes she even sounded a little excited and happy when referring to her favorite flowers. Her attitude returned easily as she realized she was losing it. "Roses, on the other hand, are overrated."

"Yeah, good luck with that around here." In Camp Half-Blood, it was near impossible not to get frustrated. Or at least it was for Andy. The people would annoy you no matter how hard you tried not to let them. "Liar," She called out in response to his 'nice to meet you'. She knew that no one really thought it was nice to meet her. They were just usually too nice to say otherwise. "Nope. I'm all mean, all of the time." Andy placed the small flower on the workbench on which she currently sat. She'd debated at flicking it at Darius, but decided that the flower might get damaged if he swatted it away. "Only when they come from you, Chachi" The redhead smirked, flicking a strand of her curly hair out of her face.

[darius]

Darius sighed with Andy said ‘if you say so.’ comment, he didn’t mean it like that, he was sure mostly everyone hated their god parents. But has anyone’s parents did what his father did to his mother? Probably not, he didn’t want to tell her that, he didn’t know if he should tell her. He smiled a bit when she wrinkled her nose, it was funny to see on a face like hers, but his smile faltered when she said that she turned out that way because her dad used to beat her. [brown]Oh man I’m sorry about that.[/brown] he said rubbing the back of his neck and then looking at her. No one was deserved to get beat, ever. Darius looked back up at her, [brown]Then my cliché should be I hate my father because he raped my mother.[/brown] he said without hesitating. He didn’t know why he said it, probably because that she shared such personal information with him and he wanted to also so he didn’t look like a jerk? Probably, but hers sounded worse than his by a long shot. Darius shook his head smirking, [brown]Oh joy for insults and demi-god bonding. [/brown] he said rolling his eyes and shaking his head again.

The son of Hephaestus eyed the girl and sat straight up, [brown]Oh I don’t know probably because you seem like the ‘I sulk where ever I go and never have any fun type.’[/brown] he said and looked away. It was true though, she looked like the type that would sit at the side lines and not join in the game, did she have fun with other girls? He didn’t know, but he wondered most of the time. [brown]Magic? Not much magic there, more like powers you got off your parent.[/brown] he said to her. Darius noted the hint of sarcasm to her voice so he knew that she was either making fun of him again, or she just loved using sarcasm. He laughed, [brown]I’m pretty sure they’re not all idiots.[/brown] he said standing up and moving his legs. They were getting a bit numb sitting on those chairs, so he sat back down and looked at her. [brown]Yes they do. My mother grew a lot of jasmine in our back yard, along with a lot of other flowers and such, but she usually clipped the jasmine and brought it in the house. So it reminds me of home.[/brown] he said smiling as he imagined smelling that flower. Darius noticed that she didn’t have any hint of sarcasm in her voice, she sounded normal for once, it sounded nice. Then that all went down the drain when she said that roses were overrated, he laughed, [brown]Yeah I could see your point because they are the number one seller in flower shops, but they are still nice plants to grow.[/brown] he said shrugging.

[brown]I don’t need luck, it’s about self control[/brown] he said. He think she meant about the camp, but he wasn’t sure, so he just said something that sounded close to it. Darius was a little surprised when she said that he was a liar, [brown]Me a liar? No. What did I lie about?[/brown] saying the first sentence sarcastically, trying to be like her. But he did wonder what part did he lie about, but it didn’t make a big deal out of it. Just like whatever, [brown]Really your mean? I would’ve never thought about it.[/brown] he said rolling his eyes. [brown]Chachi? Are you speaking English?[/brown] he asked. He never heard of the word before, and it sounded weird, but he didn’t care if she made fun of him not knowing, he was getting used to her personality.

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[andy]

Ah yes and here came the slightly awkward pause while he digested her life story in a nutshell. Generally that topic made it awkward for anyone, well that was, except for Andy. Instead of sitting there uncomfortably herself, she always chose to assess the other person's reaction to such information. She'd once gotten the 'that still gives you no right to be so mean' response, which she had laughed at. Unless the other person shared that past then they had no right to judge her on how she decided to deal with it. And others, just like him, stuck to the typical 'I'm sorry'. That, she also found a stupid response. "Why? It's not like it's your fault." This was always her reply to the little apology. The apologizer had nothing to do with what had happened to her, so why feel the need to apologize? His final response in terms of what kind of cliche actually surprised her. She hadn't really been expecting a dramatic story, or at least not one besides the usual. "Do you want me to say 'I'm sorry'? 'Cause seriously I'll I've got is 'Your dad is a serious pervert, no offense.' I'm not so good with the emotional, you-share-something, I-share-something kind of stuff," Obviously. The girl raised her eyebrows, for once not intending for this question to be mean. She was actually wondering as to what her response should be, considering she, herself, felt that apologies for something that you had no involvement in were useless. Besides her question about what she should say, there was also the more interesting question of why he had actually told her, of all people, about what was probably one of his little secrets? Andy was probably the last person anyone wanted to talk to about these things. It was the personality, not the fact that she couldn't keep secrets. Because she could keep secrets very, very well. "I can tell you're excited, I know I am!" The girl gave a sarcastic, and insincere thumbs up.

"Oh..I have fun. Just not necessarily the same type of fun that nice, happy people tend to have." When she said fun, she was generally either referring to rule breaking, archery, or insulting/annoying people. For example, she was having fun right now just by insulting Hephaestus boy, and she would probably soon be annoying him as well. Though he didn't seem all that easily annoyed which was somewhat of a shame. "Touche," The redhead muttered, drumming her fingers repeatedly on the work table. There was no magic too it, though she was being sarcastic when she had spoken anyways. "Oh, trust me, they are." She grumbled, repositioning so that she was laying on her stomach on the table. Not the most comfortable, but certainly more comfortable than he was making those chairs seem. "At least she has good taste. Did she grow lavender with the jasmine?" She asked him curiously. Andy personally preferred to pair the two together since they complemented each other quite well in terms of scent, and the colors also worked well together. "Too sappy," She argued, referring to the rose's normal symbolism of love.

So apparently Andy had no self-control because she always seemed to be getting frustrated. Though that was probably just her personality. She had self-control in other aspects of life though. Maybe she just felt no need to control her temper. Not that her normal temper was all that horrid, it took quite a lot for someone to actually get her really angry. "You're lying about it being nice to meet me. And stop trying to be sarcastic, it really doesn't suit you." The demi-god criticized Darius, already aware that he probably wasn't a sarcastic person by nature. Maybe she was a bad influence already. That, or he was mocking here. Either didn't really bother her. "Does it matter?" Andy shrugged, not really inclined to answer the question.

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[darius]

[brown]I know but…[/brown] Darius said rubbing his head. In society it was usually something that people are used to saying when they heard something horrible happen. He looked at Andy and seen that her cold eyes were looking at him, he didn’t know what to say really. [brown]No you don’t have to say that your sorry. I know he’s a pervert, do you think I wanted him to do that to my mother?[/brown] he said to her. He could hear the anger in his voice, he had to calm himself down before he got too angry. [brown]No offense taken. I couldn’t tell you didn’t like this kind of stuff.[/brown] he said a little sarcastically folding his arms together. Darius noticed that this girl could get annoying at sometimes, she was always so hard core and stand-offish at times also. But he knew how that could be, one of his brothers were the same way in his teens and talk about an annoying teenager. The dark haired boy didn’t say anything when she said her remark with her thumbs up, but he wished he had a camera to take of her like that, she looked out of the box.

He raised his eyebrows and shook his head, [brown]Are you the kind that likes to beat up kids and play mean pranks on them?[/brown] he said eyeing her. Darius wouldn’t lie, he had his time of playing pranks on kids all the time in high school, he guessed it was his rough patch in his teens. But he would have fun from time to time and be a rebel. He chuckled when she said that all her siblings were idiots, he hasn’t met his yet, he didn’t know if there were any here or not, but he guessed he would find out whenever he got back into his cabin. He watched her reposition herself on her stomach to the table, [brown]You know those tables are dirty right? Or don’t you care if your clothes get dirty.[/brown] he stated to her. Darius knew how girls could be when they get their clothes dirty, talk about over dramatic. Thinking about his mother’s garden he shook his head, [brown]I don’t think so. Why’s that?[/brown] he asked her. Looking at the floor he noticed that there was bugs were crawling on the ground, that was one thing that bothered him a bit. He did not like bugs. [brown]Too sappy? Really?[/brown] he smiled as he talked.

[brown]Ok so axe out the nice meeting you part. You aren’t nice so yeah, and I know I’m not good at sarcastic. So I take it doing an impression of you wouldn’t sound good?[/brown] he said laughing and then thinking about it for a bit. The demi-god never really had to be sarcastic, unless it was one of his teachers back in high school. [brown]No it don’t matter.[/brown] he said shrugging.

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Word Count: 600
Notes: Sorry it took so long!

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[andy]

"But nothing," Andy supplemented, picking at some of the blood that was starting to dry on her shoulder. Her shirt was now effectively stained, and a little shredded around the shoulder area, but she wasn't very concerned about it. Not like she hadn't ruined one before, except last time it had been from some idiot spilling a chocolate shake on her. Chocolate and white did not mix well. "Only if you're a very sick and twisted individual," She shrugged, giving him a once over look. "Which I assume you are not. Then again, I'm not always known for being right." The last part came out with a semi-softened tone. Despite the fact that her comment was way harsh, she did feel a bit bad for the kid (more so for the mother, though). That was the sympathetic part of her that allowed her to relate to other screwed up kids. It may be a very very small part of her, but it's there none-the-less. She almost wished she had chosen less bratty words, but it was too late to change them, and Andy made it a point to apologize as little as possible. "Though I don't really care if your father takes offense," Andy commented to herself. She also wasn't know for her respect for the gods. She didn't typically bash them, because it might result in her own death, but this was a an exception. For one, Hepheastus was a jerk in that situation, and two, she highly doubted that he paid attention to what a daughter of Persephone was saying anyways.

The demi-god shook her head, her auburn curls bouncing in unison. "That's what the stupid Hermes and Ares kids do. I more...verbally harass those who deserve it." And in her book practically everybody deserved it. Pranks, she found, were a waste of time for the most part. Beating kids up? That was just sterotypical bully style. Glancing down at her shirt, Andy observed the fact that it was indeed smeared with some dust and grime. "There's this wonderful thing. They call it laundry detergent," She rolled her eyes at him. The girl did like her clothes, but she was fine if they got a little messy. Oh how the Aphrodite girls would be ashamed. "Oh, it's just that I tend to match them together because the scents are complementary." Sweetpeas she also found to match the scent of jasmine. Some people disagreed, but she certainly liked it, even if it wasn't always a normal or perfect combination. "Yes. They're very commonly sold on Valentine's Day which is a ridiculous holiday that was made up just so florists and candy boutiques could scam people out of their money." Which she found to be quite true. The flowers and chocolate became way overpriced for its actual worth. "Roses are for people like...." Andy trailed off before pointing a finger at him. "You. The guys who go all lovey-dovey over their girlfriends, who are probably just selfish brats anyways. You buy them flowers, chocolate, and fancy-smancy rings that they don't even need. Then you plan stupid, 'romantic' dinners where there's rose petals, and expensive restaurants, and you two happily make a toast over over-priced, and probably bad-tasting champagne." She wasn't one hundred percent sure that he was that kind of guy, but she could definately picture it.

Wow, thanks Captain Obvious, The redhead rolled her eyes in response to his comment of 'you're not so nice.' Of course she wasn't nice, how long had it taken him to figure that out? "Oh I don't know, I'm sure you could get the girly sounding voice down. " Though besides that, he certainly couldn't nail the sarcasm that she had down to an art. Doesn't, She mentally corrected him, annoyed with his grammatical error.

Tag; Mister Darius
Word Count; 663
Note; Don't worry about it, but sorry about her seriously long rant about roses and Valentine's Day!

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[darius]

He didn’t respond to he remark, he kind of regretted saying sorry and should’ve not said anything at all. Darius watched her as she picked at her shoulder, he never really seen any girls do that but girls from the Ares cabin, but she was better looking than some of those girls. [brown]Yeah I can agree with you there, guess he was tired of getting rejected so he made himself look like my father.[/brown] he snorted and grabbed some scrap metal and started to work. All the sudden he started to feel a little nervous around her, but he couldn’t let her know that or she’ll tear him apart. He smiled and looked down at his hands, [/brown]Yeah you’re a bit right.[/brown] he said but didn’t want to say more. Once he was finished he looked down at his hands and made a wind up toy and it marched around the table. [brown]Cool[/brown] he said under his breath. [brown]I don’t care if he takes offense either really. I don’t really want to do anything with him.[/brown] he said. As he talked about him, he got a big angry, Darius needed to learn to accept what happened. But he couldn’t.

[brown]Oh cause that sounds so much better.[/brown] he said sarcastically rolling his eyes. [brown]But those who deserve it is fair enough….so did I deserved being harassed by you?[/brown] he said eyeing the redhead. He didn’t care if she got mad, he was just messing around with her. She did seem like a strong girl none-the-less, but she seemed broken inside, rough past and such, just like almost every kid in this place. The demi-god laughed when she said that remark, [brown]Well no duh flower girl, just a lot of girls just don’t like to get dirty during the day. You know?[/brown] he said folding his arms. He scratched his head and looked up at the ceiling, he seen there too were shields and stuff hanging from the chains that clung to the ceiling, hoping they won’t fall anytime soon upon them. [brown]Oh yeah? I’ll have to try it sometime. I heard honeysuckle and lilacs go together pretty well….I think.[/brown] he said to her. He wanted to impress her so he kind of pulled the flowers out of his hind end, she probably notice that the two probably go together, but he would just like to see what response she had for him.

Darius laughed when she gave out her opinion about Valentines Day. [brown]Well it could be right, but the day could also be about couples expressing love, or friends reaching out to each other, it’s a day of coming together.[/brown] he said softly. He was a big softie at time and he would buy gifts for his mother on this day and for his girlfriend if he had one when that day fell. Darius also thought that the day was about other types of couples other than romantic couples too, like he said friends, family, etc. He waited for her as she though, then seen her point her finger at him and started to rant off. He eyed her for a second be fore he could respond. [brown]Well your half right. Yes, I do buy my girlfriend, if I had one at the time, roses. I also buy my mother one just because I want to. Yes, I do take them out to dinner, but not a fancy night drinking champagne, I don’t like that stuff anyway. Also, I don’t buy them fancy rings and stuff, why would I buy them expensive stuff when I know we’ll break up one day and then I’ll be out of that money I spent on ridiculous stuff.[/brown] he said to her. Darius didn’t really know what her reaction would be and he wanted to know.

[brown]Uh….no I could not get the girly voice down, my voice is too low and I don’t want to sound like a dumbass.[/brown] he said to her. Darius never tried acting like a chick and he didn’t even want to start. [brown]Why have you tried acting like a big macho man?[/brown] he asked as he chuckled at the thought of her doing it.


Tags: Andy
Words: 695
Notes: Sorry it took so long!!

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[andy]

"Talk about desperate," The girl mumbled, as she continued to make a bigger mess of her shoulder than it probably was before. Glancing up, she noticed his eyes focused in on her picking away at her cuts. "Isn't there something more interesting for you to stare creepily at?" She remarked rudely, her eyebrows raised in suspicion. Or maybe just in a way that informed him she was annoyed with his look. "A bit right? Meaning, you do admit that you are at least a little sick and twisted?" Andy wondered allowed, taking a quick glance at whatever it was he was trying to make. She'd noticed the sort of intended end to his statement, but had tentatively ignored it. Maybe she had been wrong when saying that he was 'trying' to make something, because the product was already complete. It was similar to one of those wind up toys that little kids played with. She'd admit that that was a little cool the way he was able to just hash it out. Not something she would actually admit outloud of course. "Huh, really, cause I thought you two would be best pals." Cue the signature sarcasm.

Andy titled her head from one side to the other as if debating this information. Though she knew that she already had her response ready. "To me, everyone deserves it." She commented dryly. "Wouldn't want you to start thinking you're special now, there would we?" She added the last part, while picking up the purple tulip she had left abandoned next to her on the work table. The small flower was delicate to the touch, unsurprisingly. A small yellow tulip slowly started to take place in her hand, the bright color easily complementing the more deep purple. If she remembered correctly, those were the colors of some stupid-as-Hades football team, but that didn't really matter to her. She hated every little detail about football. Specifically the Superbowl. Why, one might ask? Because the night of the Superbowl was possibly the night of the year when her father was always at his worst level of drunk. Enough to be drunk, but not quite enough for him to pass out on the couch. Which she had crossed her fingers and wished for practically every night when she was at that house. "Flower girl? Well you're just so creative." The redhead snorted sarcastically. It didn't take a genius to figure out that nickname for a daughter of Persephone. Honeysuckle and lilac? Not bad for a scent together, but they certainly didn't pair well visibly, at least not to her. "You think? Basically...you have no idea what you're talking about, do you, Dare-Bear?" She asked him, pretty sure that he had no idea what he was talking about in reference to flowers. "Like how I stole your idea of using uncreative nicknames, right there?" On her small side note; Dare-Bear was almost way too ridiculous and pet-name like of a term for her to use.

"If they really loved each other, wouldn't you think that should be the goal everyday? Not just on some stupid appointed 'holiday'." Okay she could honestly say, she could barely even stand referring to it as a holiday. The only holiday she actually kind of liked was Halloween. The reason being was because she got to actually hand out the candy, and see all of the little cute kids(three to nine was considered cute in her book) in their costumes. Their parents annoyed her, as did the teenagers, and anyone else who attempted trick-or-treating. So she enjoyed about 1/8 of the population who would trick-or-treat at her house. Okay she still thought the roses were stupid, and she thought getting them for the girlfriend was stupid, as well as was fancy dinner. "I'd tell you what I think about that, but then it might actually seem like I care enough to." Andy informed him, practically opposed to everything he did for his girlfriend and mother. Yes, the giving his mother flowers, and taking her to dinner was a good move, but...Well roses should have been replaced by the girlfriend's/mother's favorite flowers. A picnic or a dinner cooked by himself was also a better idea than just treating them to dinner. She wasn't the most romantic girl-okay so she wasn't romantic at all-, but that was what should have been preferred by most girls. Especially the flowers..though that was probably just because of her love for flowers.

"But see, that's exactly why I want to hear your imitation of me. It would give me even more reason to make fun of you." The redhead pointed out with a snarky ring to her voice."Oh no, because then I would look like a dumbass." She commented. Which was better, if she looked like one, or if he did? Andy voted for the latter.

Tags; Dare-Bear!
Word Count; 842
Notes; Don't worry about it, that's fine!

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[darius]

[brown]Yeah seriously, I’ve seen him before and know I know why he disguised himself as my father, pathetic.[/brown] as he said the last word with hatred. He just had so much anger for the god, as he calmed himself down he seen that her shoulder was worse, [brown]Um, do you need a bandage or something? We have a big stock under one of these tables. So it don’t get infected, I’m no Apollo kid but I can get one for you.[/brown] he smiled at her and then looked down at his jeans, they were a bit dirty from the forge. [brown]Me staring creepily? No I’m not staring like that stalker type.[/brown] he said rudely right back to her, he wondered if he was annoying her, that wouldn’t be hard to do. [brown]What! No, no, seriously no.[/brown] he said shaking his head and rubbing his brown hair, [brown]Guess I’ve been working in that forge for too long.[/brown] he said with a sheepish grin. As the wind up toy stopped, he picked it up and started to tweak it a little as he thought about her response, and of course, she was being sarcastic. [brown]Oh yeah like I’d be friends with a rapist.[/brown] he said rolling his eyes and shaking his head at her. Once he finished it he wound it back up and this time it ran a bit faster towards the end of the table, jumped and took flight around Andy and then went back on the table and shut off. He was always proud of his inventions.

Darius looked at Andy while she tilted her head, he looked back down at the toy, [brown]Why does everyone deserve it, even the nicest people don’t deserve to be disrespected.[/brown] he said. He didn’t mean to but he was actually angry at her, there was no reason to be so mean to everyone when they were only trying to be nice to her. [brown]Well no, but I didn’t do anything to make you vile to me, didn’t know me sitting here annoyed you.[/brown] he said getting up and walking around the front part of the working station, he was a bit irritated by what she had said, he didn’t know why really again, he had come up with a temper since the time he had gotten here. He from across the room as the redhead picked up the tulip and in her palms another tulip was forming, but this one was yellow one, seeing this happen it calmed him down immediately and he walked back to his stool and looked at the two compliments, [brown]So you can conjure up any kind of flower?[/brown] he said grabbing some scrap metal and his hands started working as he thought about all different types of flowers. [brown]Yes flower girl, if I was creative I’d be an Apollo kid.[/brown] he said shrugging and smirking, he thought it was funny how she snorted. He laughed and shifted his working hands to the table, [brown]No not really haha….but my mom did grow lilac and honeysuckle together, so I kinda guessed them together. Dare-Bear? Really? You make me sound like a pansy. Yes I like how you stole it. I’ll figure something out that you’d think is repulsive.[/brown] he chuckled as he thought about the name.

Shrugging to himself, he nodded, [brown]Well….yeah I guess your right. But that particular day could always be that more special, and really go all out without thinking. Guess you never had a boyfriend ay?[/brown] he raised an eyebrow up to her. [brown]Or don’t you have feelings in there somewhere Ice Princess.[/brown] he said pointing to her heart. He noticed how she replied to his ranting just a few seconds ago, [brown]Then why don’t you, your sure good at opposing your opinion where it don’t belong.[/brown] he said staring at her and then back down at what he was working. It was starting to take shape, but it needed to be better, so he put it down and walked over to the other room real quick and came out with other tools from the back. He picked up it and started to work, he let his hands do the work, he kinda knew what he was creating but didn’t at the same time, if that made any sense. Darius laughed, [brown]Oh yeah and you want my self esteem to go down and your ego to go up two points?[/brown] he retorted to her statement of making fun of her. [brown]Good then, you can look like a dumb ass and I can laugh at you.[/brown] he said smirking at her and then back down at his creation.

Tags: Ice Princess….I know it’s not good enough, but I’ll think of one!
Words: 772
Notes: Hope it’s good enough!

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