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Post by Gail Atrova on May 13, 2010 21:50:11 GMT -5
If there was one thing Gail Atrova was marvelously skilled at, it was swordfighting.
She offered her current opponent no mercy, some sap from the Hermes cabin who thought they could best the expert combatist in a simple duel. Gail smile grimly as she parried, thrusted, and sliced, always remaining on the offensive and never staying on the defensive for more than a minute. She had to admit, this opponent was one of the best yet, but they were no match for her skill, speed, and strategy. Sons and daughters of Athena were always hard to beat, as their mother was one of the best fighters known to Olympus. And as Gail was swiftly proving to this young, arrogent Hermes boy and his companions, she was no exception.
Gail delivered the final blow, striking the Hermes' boy's sword straight out of his grasp, six feet away from them where he had no hope of retrieving it. She held her sword's tip to his throat, and he gulped and raised his hands in surrender. A small cheer arose from the tiny crowd that surrounded them. The surprised daughter of Athena glanced around, her sharp eyes taking in everyone around her. She hadn't known she'd acquired a fan club on top of everything else. A smirk met her face as she lowered her sword from the boy and turned away. She had proved herself once again, and she was a champion once more. Just the way she liked it.
She flicked a strand of bright blond hair away from her face, and turned away from the surrendered boy. Gail raised her sword and her other hand as if in a challenge. "Does anyone else fancy a challenge? I'm still fresh out of the market," she declared, though that wasn't entirely true. A sheen of sweat was beginning to form on her brow - the last battle hadn't exactly been easy. "Come. Tell me that Camp Half-blood hasn't already offered its best."
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Post by Nicholai Hawthorn on May 14, 2010 13:17:54 GMT -5
Nick stood in the crowed with the rest of the spectators, though he stood taller then most of the kids. He had to admit the girl was impressive, definitely a daughter of Athena. He also couldn’t help but notice she was beautiful, but he quickly pushed that thought out of his mind. Knowing his luck that line of thinking would land him in trouble. He watched her closely as she fought the kid from Hermes cabin, making him look like a fool pretty much. A smirk formed on his lips the more he watched, he absent mindedly rubbed his left wrist where he wore a leather strap arm band that covered his whole wrist, with a rather large bronze lightning bolt on the front of it. It was a gift from his father, the only thing he had from him.
When the girl asked for another challenge, the young Russian boy blinked. He hadn’t even noticed she had stopped fighting for a moment there, getting lost in his own thoughts. He waited a few breaths, to see if anyone else challenged her, when they didn’t he stepped threw the crowd and looked at her with his soft blue eyes.” Well, seeing no one else seems brave enough. I guess that just leaves me.” He said as he took the lightning bolt off of his wrist and it turned into a sword in his hand.
He walked towards her until he was standing in front of her, about three feet away.” Unless you rather take on another Hermes kid?” He said with a playful glint in his eye before he twirled his sword a bit in his hand.” But, could I know your name before we see who is better with their sword? Im Nick.” He asked offering his hand that wasn’t holding his sword. Though keeping his guard up incase she was one for a surprise attack.
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Post by Gail Atrova on May 15, 2010 16:53:42 GMT -5
It seemed, for a moment, that nobody was going to step forward to challenge her, and Gail was slightly disappointed. She didn't want to retire to her cabin just yet - she wanted to show her skills once more, at least before dinner. After eating a nice supper of chicken wings and baked potatoes, Gail was thinking about retiring to her cabin to sharpen the dagger that she always kept on her belt that was from her mother. It had been getting dull lately - she'd been practicing throwing it at targets for so long that the blade was beginning to become ragged. But the daughter of Athena could not allow her precious gift to do such a thing.
Her thoughts were interrupted as a boy stepped out from the crowd. A smile grew on Gail's face as she appraised him. Tall, strong, and incredibly handsome. But Gail was a daughter of Athena - she wouldn't let herself be distracted by such things if he wanted a duel. He looked capable of holding his own in a fight, and so she was vaguely interested in seeing how he would do against her. This would be intruguing to say the least, and she could see from his sword that he wasn't just any camper - he was a son of the Big Three. Only adding more suspense to the mix, she supposed.
"I suppose you'll do," she said with an affirmative nod. Gail lowered her sword for a moment, letting it sit in the dirt while she adjusted her shirt and shook her hair away from her face. If she was going to fight this boy, she needed to be fresh. A moment's rest wouldn't do any harm, certainly. She eyed the boy, recently introduced as Nick, for a moment before responding with her own name. "Gail Atrova, daughter of Athena. That is who you're crossing blades with today, Nick." She said it as if it were a well-known matter of fact, and she raised her eyebrow at him and picked up her sword once more and trained it at the boy. It was time to begin the fight. "And for being such a brave soul, I think I'll let you make the first move. We shall see who makes the better swordsman." Her smile turned grim and determined as she prepared herself.
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Post by Nicholai Hawthorn on May 16, 2010 21:09:25 GMT -5
When he caught her eye as he walked out of the crowed he couldn’t fight a smile from crossing his lips. A guy weaker than he would probably be tripping on his words when he looked into those eyes, they where heart stopping. Though he wasn’t weak, so he was able to keep himself serious as he approached her. A suppose you’ll do She said and he just let out a small chuckle before he looked at her.” Well I am glad a son of Zeus is up to your standards Ms.” He said with a small smirk before he let it fade, he needed to be serious if she wanted a dual.
He watched her as she adjusted her shirt and her hair, he knew that she had been threw a few rounds already and she had earned a rest. He wouldn’t want to fight a girl that was already tired out, if he could beat her he wanted it to be because he was better with his blade not because she was tired. “ Well it is a pleasure to meet you, and it will be a pleasure to show you who is best with the blade.” He said the second part with a teasing tone but then rose his sword as she did, he wasn’t going to go easy on her and he hoped she would do the same.
“ Alright daughter of Athena, may the best demigod win.” He said before he quickly rose his sword like he was going to strike with a downward swipe, but it was a fake out. About halfway threw the swipe he dropped to the ground and attempted to sweep the young blondes feet out from under her before he quickly got to his knees and really went for a swipe downward at her with his sword.
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Post by Gail Atrova on May 17, 2010 16:18:10 GMT -5
"Well it is a pleasure to meet you, and it will be a pleasure to show you who is best with the blade."
Gail narrowed her eyes, already seeing how he was a son of Zeus. Tall, muscular, (incredibly handsome and even a little "hot", though she didn't like to admit it), and it looked like he had a seasoned blade. Something special. Already the daughter of Athena was calculating what his strengths and weaknesses could be as he lifted his sword. She was a quick thinker, as all of her friends knew, and she was a fierce fighter when it came to battles and duels like this. Fighting was her forte, and just about everyone who knew her knew that too. She put herself on her toes, allowing herself to be agile enough to dodge any dangerous moves this boy made when he finally started the duel.
When his sword flashed towards her, and it flashed towards her feet, Gail jumped. Her quick, ADHD reflexes kicked in, and for a brief second in time she was quite proud of herself to dodging what could have been a disastrous blow. But then his sword came down on her again just as fast, and Gail barely managed to ward off the downward attack this time and glared at the son of Zeus as if he were causing her much more trouble than he was worth. She wouldn't allow herself to remain on the defensive, so as their swords clashed and Gail kept trying to hold his sword at bay, her glare hardened. She couldn't win this with sheer strength - being a son of Zeus, he had much more of that than she had. "You're good, Nick," she observed grudgingly. "I think the best demi-god may win yet." And in saying that, everyone around could tell that she had meant herself.
It was no question that Gail sometimes had modesty issues. Grinning with that same grim, she slipped her sword out from underneath his and turned around, trying to aim a blow at his side as she brought her sword down in a curve towards his ribs.
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Post by Nicholai Hawthorn on May 18, 2010 0:22:33 GMT -5
He could tell that he was annoying her, well it was better than him going easy on her. None of them could afford that now. Nick had been feeling for weeks that something bad was on the horizon and after he had talked to Annabeth that morning and she had said she felt the same way he knew they where right, which meant the whole camp needed to be ready. He held his sword against hers, staring into her eyes. Why did all the beautiful girls end up wanting to have him meet the business end of their sword? Though truth was he had been at camp two years and not many girls had caught his eye before. Just when he looked into her eyes it reminded him of a thunderstorm, which coming from a son of Zeus was definitely a good thing. They where a beautiful Grey, but so alive like storm clouds with flashes of lighting.
Just he wasn’t able to dwell on this long because her words snapped him out of it, and he mentally kicked himself for thinking along those lines at a time like this.” Your not so bad yourself Gail.” He said with a bit of strain in his voice, she was stronger than she looked but he guessed he was still stronger. Though when he could sense the spunky blonde in front of him was getting a bit of an ego he rolled his eyes.” We will just have to see who that will be than wont we?” He said with a small grin, but than her move took him by surprise and she nicked his ribs, since he wasn’t wearing much armor it left a scratch.” Lucky shot..” He said quickly before he actually spun at her and next time their swords connected there was a flash of electricity that caused the people watching to step back to avoid. Though his sword was not enchanted, the charge had come from his own hands and ran up the sword.
Nick then took a deep breath and took a swipe at her leg before he tried to hit her hand with the butt of his sword. The girl was really good, she knew how to keep him on his toes that was for sure, which made her even more interesting and annoying all at the same time.
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Post by Gail Atrova on May 18, 2010 17:20:30 GMT -5
Gail smiled in satisfaction as her sword nicked her opponent, but instantly she was back on her guard. This was one daughter of Athena who didn't like to be beaten, and she hadn't been in so long that she had grown exceedingly addicted to winning. Losing would be devastating, so she had to make sure it wasn't her. Even if it meant shaming Zeus's son. Maybe it would make her mother proud - and maybe she would see her for the second time in sixteen years.
Most kids Gail's age, mortals anyway, would say that becoming the equivalent to the world fencing champion at age sixteen was impossible. Well, at Camp Half-Blood as she had learned, anything was possible. Just as it was possible to defeat Nick, a son of Zeus, the most powerful Olympian god there was. "Luck has nothing to do with it," she grunted as she pulled her sword away from him. Gail wasn't really one to believe in luck - it was fickle, and it never stayed in one place for too long. And therefore, she never relied on it to win a battle for her. It was what made her so determined most of the time.
But when Nick's sword swiped out at her leg, she wasn't quick enough. Within one minute of having dealt a cut to him, he'd given her a wound as well. His sword cut through her jeans, and she hissed angrily as she felt the blade sting her leg. She didn't dare to look down to see if it was bleeding, but the sickening feel of something trickling down her legs was enough information in itself. "And as much as I hate to admit it, that had nothing to do with luck either," she growled as she jumped out of the way of his bringing his sword butt down on her. That would have ended the fight for sure, but Gail would not give in. Even with the sharp pain in her leg - the injury Nick had given her was slightly more serious.
"Though, I must admit..." Gail paused as she swung out with her sword towards his abdomen. "You certainly make an interesting opponent." She glanced up at him, noticing once more that he was exceedingly handsome, as she had expected children of Zeus to be. But, not allowing it to distract her, Gail moved in another maneuver in an attempt to disarm him, praying it would work. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold on.
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Post by Nicholai Hawthorn on May 18, 2010 21:01:32 GMT -5
Nick could tell they where pretty evenly matched, but he always knew that if he didn’t end this quickly he would tire out and she would defiantly take that opportunity to her advantage. He always believed that out of all of the things at camp, he was most skilled with the sword. Not to mention he was usually to stubborn to lose a fight unless someone put it where he was totally out of commission When she said nothing had to do with her shot, he had to agree but he didn’t voice the fact. This daughter of Athena knew she was good already, she didn’t need him feeding that confidence. At least not while he crossed swords with her.
When he took a swipe at her leg, he looked down for a moment. Just long enough to see the red liquid that was now running down the girls leg She would probably have to go to the big house and get that looked at, no matter who won the fight. He moved his sword down quickly to try and block her own but she still managed to nick him a bit.” I could say the same about you.” He said as he sounded a bit out of breath as he quickly dodged her disarming move before hitting her hand with her sword with the butt of his own to disarm her. After which he quickly kicked her sword away and held his own up to her neck.” I think that is the match.” He said with a small smirk before he lowered his sword, the kids around them clapping and mumbling amongst themselves.
Once the crowd had thinned quiet a bit he walked over to Gail, her leg looked pretty painful and he couldn’t help but feel guilty about it. What the Hades, he barely knew this girl and he was feeling remorse for hurting her in a fair fight? When he was standing beside her again he sighed a bit.” Hey, that looks pretty bad. Maybe I could carry you to the big house? It looks painful.” He said as he looked from her leg into her eyes, he had not idea why he wanted to help but he did and he really doubted he would take no for an answer, even if his sides and abdomen where bleeding a bit too. He was sure he could lift her though.” Since it is my fault anyways..”He added after a moment as he placed his sword back on the leather strap on his wrist where it turned back into a lightning bolt pendent.
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Post by Gail Atrova on May 18, 2010 21:32:06 GMT -5
Gail had been defeated.
It took the spirited daughter of Athena at least a few seconds to compute what had just taken place. Her sword was at least a few yards from her, and a foreign swordpoint was directed at her throat. The anger flashed in her eyes before her face really transformed. Momentarily forgetting the stinging sensation in her leg, all she could see or feel at the burning rage in her stomach at finally being defeated. She glared at Nick with her stormy eyes, her fists clenching and rechlenching as a sheen of sweat covered her forehead. She had gone all this day without losing, and all of a sudden some son of Zeus comes along and defeats her like it was nothing? Impossible.
When he offered to carry her to the Big House, she ignored his concerned tone and expression and laughed harshly. "Carried by you?" she demanded to know, and caught a glimpse of his bleeding ribs and abdomen. She was too much in a fit to really feel anything beyond mild concern at this point. She gestured to him. "You're injured as well, and I will not be treated like some damsel in distress. I can make it to the Big House all on my own without your help, thank you." Gail huffed and began taking a few steps just to prove her point.
She hissed though, when the pain grew to a startling amount. It seemed as shallow at the injury was, he'd at least nicked some of her muscle. Gail glared at Nick as if her not being able to walk far without pain was entirely his fault, as if he'd done it on purpose. But still, strengthened in her resolve, she took a couple more steps, a limp developing as she staggered her way through the small crowd of shocked campers. "I wouldn't want you to carry me even if I were dying on a battlefield!" she proclaimed. Was she being a little melodramatic? Perhaps. But at this point, Gail was a bit too upset to care. She really hated losing. "So please leave me alone, Nick." She growled his name as if she were come kind of feline.
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Post by Nicholai Hawthorn on May 20, 2010 0:09:27 GMT -5
As Nick held the sword up to her throat, he could see the anger begin in her eyes right before her face contorted in rage. He let his sword fall then, he could understand being upset she lost but she seemed to be taking it a lot harder then he would have first expected, even if she had been on a winning streak before he had come around but it had been a close fight, and he was bigger then her. That said a lot for her skill, but he just sighed and put his sword away before he into the angry eyes of the daughter of Athena.
He growled a bit at her harsh tone, but kept his temper in check at least for the moment. Him loosing his cool wouldn’t help the situation any and not to mention it may end with them both sustaining more injuries then they already had.” Yeah I’m injured, but its nothing that prevents me from walking well!” By the gods her stubbornness and all out pride was going to drive him insane if he doesn’t watch it. He took a few steps after her as she tried to prove her point, placing his hands in the pockets of his jeans.” I am not treating you like a damsel in distress. I am trying to treat you like the good solider you are, who doesn’t deserve to be in anymore pain then she already is. Isn’t it customary for other warriors to carry their comrades from battle?” He asked, some of his words sounding a little more formal then they where needed to be because of the fact English wasn’t his real first language and sometimes he still found himself at a loss on how to say something, though it did happen rarely now.
When she shouted that she wouldn’t want him to carry her even if he was dying he actually winced a bit, that actually hurt. Why? He didn’t know! He cursed himself under his breath in Russian before he sped up and stood in front of her, his crystal blue eyes looking down into hers.” Listen, I cant leave you alone until I know your at the big house and getting looked at alright?” He admitted with determination in his eyes, he found this girl stubborn and annoying yea. Just he had to make sure that she got help.” And walking on that leg will only make it worse, so it would be smart to let me carry you up there.” Then without another word, since they had reached a area where their spectators couldn’t see them Nick reached his arms down and picked up Gail like a groom would a bride. He winced a little bit at the motion because of his injuries.” Think of it this way, faster we get there faster you get rid of me.” He said with a half smile as he held her easily in his arms, and even somewhat protectively without meaning too.
He made it to the Big house and walked into the medical area that had a bunch of Apollo kids and counselors treating campers. One came over and asked what happened as Nick placed Gail down on a bed gently.” We had a sword match, her leg is really bothering her..” He said not really mentioning his own wounds but then sighing as he was lead to the bed next to hers to be looked at.” Im fine! Really…Ow” He said wincing as one of the counselors poked his abdomen.” Yeah she got me good.” He chuckled a little to himself before looking at her out of the corner of his eye. He had planned to leave, and kept telling them he was fine but they wouldn't let him go until they checked him out.
(move to big house? lol)
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Post by Gail Atrova on May 21, 2010 23:35:39 GMT -5
"Soldiers and warriors," Gail muttered in disdain, but liked the sound of it anyway. Never before had someone called her a warrior, or a soldier, and for some reason she really liked the sound of that. Being a warrior implied bravery, honor... things that Gail valued and things that she wished she could display openly in front of the entire camp. But, alas, it wasn't sensible and therefore Gail wouldn't even try. The idea of being treated by a warrior, as appealing as it was, just didn't seem right to the young daughter of Athena. Especially since she had lost. "Such warriors who are carried deserve to be. Those of us who are shamed with loss have not earned that honor, whether we be in pain or not."
And as much as Gail hated to admit, she probably would need at least some help getting back to the Big House - the laceration in her leg was stinging beyond compare, and putting weight down on the muscle made her legs scream in protest. But she wouldn't give in. Not to this boy Nick that she'd lost to. As he pushed his case for wanting to carry her, Gail only glared mercilessly up at him, trying to ignore how the concern on his face made something in her torso tug and do little flips. The only big upset came when his arms wrapped around her and lifted her up off the ground.
"I demand that you put me down this instant!" she shouted, knowing that she'd be ignored. In a panic, Gail flung her arms around his neck and clung to him so she wouldn't fall even if he dropped her - another thing that she doubted would happen. Instead, the warm feeling sprouted in her stomach at the feel of his arms around her, and she shoved it down. Such a silly crush she was developing, after only a few minutes of knowing this boy. Gail kept quiet the rest of the way to the Big House, knowing that she'd been defeated not once, but twice today.
As soon as someone was attending her on the bed, Gail found herself able to focus on Nick instead as they fetched her some nectar and ambrosia. She winced at the sight of the abdominal wound she'd dealt him. "I'm sorry," she grumbled, feeling to embarassed. Usually her fighting techniques allowed for nobody getting hurt. Perhaps she'd been tired and had gotten slopping. Maybe that was what had caused her the match. When the next healer came by, Gail tapped them. "I would like to see that someone helps him with his wounds. He does need help more than I do now. Abdominal wounds can be much more serious than the mere scratch I obtained. Not to mention he overworked himself carrying me here." The last part was directed at Nick, and she smirked devillishly back at him.
{OOC: Nah, we'll just finish up this thread here, even though I'm not sure if we're anywhere near done or not. I don't like moving threads or continuing them somewhere else. You don't mind, do you?}
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Post by Nicholai Hawthorn on May 23, 2010 12:22:45 GMT -5
“Well you certainly gave me a run for my money, so I think you deserve it.” He said before he swept her up off her feet. He couldn’t hold back a small chuckle when she ordered him to put her down, like that was going to happen. Even though that the weight on his arms was making his sides hurt more, though he ignored it. Instead he focused on how having her in his arms just felt nice, it made his chest swell in a way that he doubted was healthy. Though he also thought that maybe he could handle an unhealthy habit, because this girl in his arms may be annoying and sometimes even a little full of herself but though he wouldn’t admit it out loud. He may have been developing a crush on her, which was insane! With everything going on, last thing he needed was to grow feelings for someone.
As he walked her to the big house, he often looked down at her in his arms out of the corner of his eye and praying she didn’t notice. Once he had laid her on one of the beds and she was being tended too he went and sat down on the bed next to hers. However when she started insisting someone helped him with his wounds he rolled his eyes.” I’m fine really, and I didn’t overwork myself.” He said as he did his best to look annoyed but it wasn’t soon before he was smiling a little. Though when a healer came to look at him, and asked him to take off his shirt to look at the wounds he sighed and did as he was asked but then winced when the healer touched them.” Ow!” He then mumbled in Russian as they brought him some nectar and ambrosia also. He noticed how Gail winced at the sight of his wounds, was she actually concerned?
The thought that she may have been made his lips threaten to turn up in a soft smile, but he pushed the urge away. Once he had his nectar and ambrosia (which tasted like his moms Russian apple cinnamon desert) and had gotten his wounds bandaged he looked at Gail.” Well they say I will live, just to avoid overworking myself for a little while.” He said softly, but he rolled his eyes when he mentioned them saying he over worked himself. He never did that! Okay, maybe he did sometimes..but he wasn’t going to admit that out loud.” What about you? Your not going to die are you?” He asked teasingly as he fiddle with the leather band on his wrist that had the bronze lightning bolt on the front. Part of him thought of asking if she wanted him to walk her to her cabin when they got out of there, but knowing his luck he would get a response like I would rather die! like he had at the arena.” You are skilled with the sword. Very impressive.” He admitted in a soft tone, knowing that he just had to say that. Even if he did beat her, he would feel lucky to go into battle with her on his side.
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Post by Gail Atrova on May 23, 2010 14:49:56 GMT -5
Gail couldn’t help but snicker a few times as healers checked his wounds, and as much as he had protested that he was perfectly fine, his ‘ow!’ was enough of admittance to her. She, of course, couldn’t help but grunt in pain herself a few times as one of the healers checked out her leg and gave her some nectar of her own when they heard her in pain. Gail, knowing that too much of it was a bad thing, only sipped. It tasted like her brother’s homemade apple cider, like he made on those rare occasions when she saw him outside of camp. Thinking of her brother lightened up her mood, but only slightly, because she knew that she probably wouldn’t see him again for a fairly long time.
Gail shook her head and glanced over at Nick in surprise as he continued speaking with her. His voice was joking, and he asked her if she were going to die. Gail was just as good as the next joker, but at this moment in time she really didn’t feel like being amiable with the boy who’d just made her look weak in front of some campers. So she only looked at him stonily, just saying in reply, “I will be perfectly fine, but thank you for the concern. As long as I don’t do any running for a week, there will be no true damage.” Then her stony look turned into a glare. The words reminded her that she would be out of commission for at least a week. What on earth was she supposed to do while she was waiting for her ridiculous leg to heal?
That was when the sound of a compliment reached her ears. Gail whipped her head to look at him through her stormy gray eyes, and she contemplated making a harsh remark in reply. But he had, as much as she hated to admit it, just told her that she was skilled with a sword. As much as it irritated her, she would have to concede and pay him back with a compliment of her own. “Apparently not as skilled as you are,” Gail commented. Though she tried, the bitterness tainted her voice. “You obviously have some impressive skills of your own. Wherever did you learn to become such a swordsman?” So I can learn from them and defeat you someday, she added silently.
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Post by Nicholai Hawthorn on May 25, 2010 20:01:45 GMT -5
As the healers looked him over, he heard a soft snicker and his blue eyes fell on Gail.” I’m glad this amuses you.” He said with a bit of a sigh, guessing that she was finding the fact she had managed to hurt him amusing and not that he wasn’t hiding it well. Hey he was a seventeen year old guy, girls still tended to confuse him…a lot. Just for a moment he just leaned back in his bed and stared out the window, lost in his own thoughts. He had to go on a quest with Percy and Annabeth anytime now, they would be leaving sometime in the next twenty four hours. He just couldn’t help but pray that his new found scratches wouldn’t slow him down so much that it got either of the people going with him killed, but he had decided to keep the information from them because knowing Annabeth she would freak that he would get hurt worse, she was a good friend though.
When he tried to strike up a conversation with Gail he had to grit his teeth a bit, she was really taking the loss hard.” Well glad to hear that, sorry it will take so long though..” He said threw his gritted teeth and not looking at her, trying to get his temper in check a little before he spoke again. However when he did speak again his voice did sound a little calmer and he actually paid her a comment that even though she was being a very sore loser he felt she deserved. Though he did look over at her in surprise for a moment when she actually returned it. Just at her question he shrugged a little.” I learned here, I’ve just not been sleeping lately so I have been training instead to try and tire myself out.” he said as he sat up in the bed and turned to face her, letting his feet hit the ground. He leaned forward a little, resting his elbows on his knees.” Are you really that pissed off at me just because I beat you in a match?” He asked as he stared her down, his crystal blue eyes staring into hers intently. Why did she have to piss him off and make his stomach do summer salts all at the same time? Maybe she didnt tell him why she was so cross with him, but to him she was pretty easy to read in that aspect.
((sorry its annoyingly short >.>))
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Post by Gail Atrova on May 26, 2010 19:31:20 GMT -5
Gail observed the son of Zeus closely. She wasn't an idiot, not by a very ridiculously long shot, and could often see when something was troubling someone else. It had always been a particular gift of hers, something that she had apparently inherited from her father. Her older brother had once said that before he'd turned into a drunk, Mr. Atrova had been an exceedingly charming man who'd always had some kind of a gift with empathy. So Gail narrowed her eyes slightly, and couldn't hel but wonder if he was annoyed that she'd injured him. Not even knowing why she was interested, she asked, "Something seems to be troubling you. Are the wounds I inflicted on you more serious than they look? I apologize if they are."
Which, in a very strange and sincere way, she was. Gail had never been a particularly violent person - just a competitive one. She had also never been one to lie to someone, even if it was for their own good. She didn't believe in 'protecting' somebody else and all of that nonsense. She was straightforward, blunt and honest right to the very end. And that was why, if Nick paid any attention to her eyes, he could see that she truly was sorry if the wounds she'd given him had put him in distress.
But that, however, was when he asked the question. Why she was so angry. Gail could tell that he was trying to keep his temper in check, and she somewhat understood. But only to an extent. He had no real right to be angry, in her eyes. He, after all, had been the one to win. Perhaps it was her wounds angering him, or her sore attitude. Well, being competitive, Gail had always been a sore loser. Even as a child, she couldn't take being defeated very easily. She used to beat up her older brother whenever he finished a race first or beat her in soccer. Memories of Kevin rushed to her mind and made her smile just for a brief moment before she was sucked back into reality and looked back at Nick with that same calculating look in her eyes.
"No, it isn't just because I've been beaten," she mused, looking at him with all seriousness. "It's because you have proved yourself better than me, and I don't like being bested. It makes me feel... uncomfortable." Because heaven forbid she would say vulnerable. But it was true. Beneath everything, Gail hated being beaten because it made her feel inadequate, vulnerable. When she'd been younger, the only time she'd ever caught her father's attention was when she did very well. If someone beat her at something, he'd call her a disgrace to her mother, and that was the one thing that Gail never wanted to be. Being defeated... made her feel in such a way.
"And I truly am sorry if my sword nicked your skin too deeply," she continued, deciding to amplify her apology. Gail looked down at her leg and grimaced as one of the healers began wrapping it with gauze. Goodness, she'd look like a hospital patient at this rate. "That was never my intention. I usually do not wound my opponents too badly, unless they get cocky." Which, was entirely true. Realizing what she'd just said, Gail glanced at Nick in momentary panic. "Not that I'm saying you were arrogant. I honestly never meant to hurt you, you were a gentleman throughout the fight even if you..." She realized she was babbling, and shut herself up before she could make herself look like a rambling idiot.
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