Once Again... (Luna/Open)

[Ryan Simons]

Ryan was off and sulking again. It wasn't much of a surprise to Campers who had seen him for the past three years. Then again, who would care to even observe him? He was mostly the loner, antisocial type. Camp Fire sing alongs? Forget them, they were horrible. Camp Activities? They were... really weird and, as far as he was concerned, stupid. He had no idea what the event they were calling the 'volleyball' was about. True, against his better judgement, and just like the Camp Fire sing alongs for a night, he had watched. It looked like they were just hitting a round projectile around with their hands; trying to hit it over a high net that the opposing teams had established between them. Ryan wasn't sure what the round thing was supposed to do. Was the it supposed to hit the opposing side in the head and knock them out or what? Although the opposite side did seem rather angry when the ball hit the ground. It made no sense to Ryan whatsoever.

Very little except things fighting related made sense to the son of Ares. He scowled looking across the hill to where his prison's borders stretched out around him. A few feet ahead of him was Pinecone Head's tree, a dragon, and a piece of sheep fur. He rolled his dark grey eyes and let out a hiss of frustration. The fifteen year old couldn't believe it. Of all the stupid objects in this freaking god run world, a mangy piece of fur and an old pine tree kept the freaks of nature, the kids of the gods, safe. Ryan scowled and took out his dagger, throwing it from side to side. At least he was alone and away from the freaking stupid Camp. He hated it there, it was just way to over crowded. It was all freaking Traitor's and Fish Face's fault with the: You must Claim your kid. The more kids claimed, the more and more camp filled up and overflowed with people. It was sickening. Ryan couldn't go anywhere without lots of people around him. He strived to be alone. That meant going to eat at odd hours, not going to Camp Fire Sing Alongs, and not following the agenda set for him. Ryan was following his own plans.

His plans consisted of staying out of the Ares Cabin, eating at weird hours, spending the whole day training and stalking off into the forest after curfew with random visits to the armory in between. Basically, he'd do anything to avoid people. Then again, he hadn't been having much luck as of late. Nothing ever worked out for him, anyway. He should of been used to it by now, but he still kept stubbornly (and foolishly) hoping that something would work out. Ryan knew it never would though. Things never had gone right since the day he was born. Raised by a madwoman and having the god of War as your father resulted in a very crazy and violent kid. The son of Ares' reputation was far from great and he didn't give a drachma. He didn't want a good reputation. All he wanted to do was to train and to become the best warrior he could become. It all worked out for him just fine. He was hated and he hated right back. To Camp he was a violent, antisocial, independent outsider whose life consisted of fighting. That was fine with him, he couldn't care less.

OOC: Look forward to RPing with you and with anyone else who decides to join in! ^^
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Word From the Character: *rolls eyes* Great, another opportunity to meat another idiot of Camp Hades
Mood: Angry
To: Luna Knight and Open
IC Word Count: 597
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy

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Luna laid in the grass staring at the seemingly endless blue sky. The feeling of disappointment hadn't left her yet. She had hoped she was one of the rare Hephaestus child that had control over fire. It was an extremely rare ability for Cabin Nine and Luna should have figured it wrong to get her hopes up. Though Luna could not deny how bad she wished for the power. Recently, yet more unrealistically, Luna was hoping for a visit to from her dad. That wanted came from nowhere, bur it hit her hard hours ago. Now her mind had trouble straying from anything else but the fire ability and Hephaestus.

Moment later a light breeze began to blow over the hill. Luna fire-red hair blew in her face and Luna just brushed it away. This seemed to be one of the lazier days here at camp. Noone seemed to want to have done anything, all except those who had known the situation with Phobos. Those said being The Her of Olympus himself, his girlfriend Annabeth Chase, Chiron, and a few others being involved with the case. "Ah!" Luna said, jumping a little. Whenever her mind strayed to Phobos, her necklace from Hephaestus seemed to burn her a bit. Luna was sure Hephaestus was trying to tell her something, Luna just couldn't figure out what. Something about Phobos, that was for sure. Just a bit more of a hint could help...

Time seemed to decide to stand still for a while after that. Luna had hardly done anything but took a breath since, and well, cursed Kronos under her breath for time being, or just seeming slow, Luna couldn't really tell at this point. She just knew she didn't like it. Now Luna was regretting picking this place to come too. Noone was here, but Luna was to lazy to leave. Well, in some religions laziness was a sin, but then again those religions didn't know what in Hephaestus' name they were talking about. Luna giggled a little when she thought that.

The next time she rolled onto her other side, Luna saw someone walking by the Hill. Luna didn't know who he, but knew he was from the Ares Cabin. It was basically the same situation with that girl in the Arena. Luna didn't know her name, but she knew what cabin she was from. in this case both happened to be from the same cabin. Luna was happy that someone was here now, Ares or no Ares.

"Hi!!" She screamed running down the hill and gaining speed with every step. This was definitely going to cause trouble, but Luna was having to much fun to care. "I'm Luna!" Luna said running into him and then jumping back. he laughed. "Sorry..."

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[Ryan Simons]

Most of the time, when Ryan wasn't denying that Ares was his Olympian Parent, he thought that he wasn't a kid of Ares' anyway. Sometimes he just hoped that he'd wake up and find himself back at his aunt's. Okay, maybe that was a bit of a stretch. Besides, coming here meant not randomly being hit, given scars, and guaranteed food. The only thing that made this place worse than his torture camp? The people. There were so many of them it was freaky. Ryan had absolutely no idea how they lived so close to eachother, it was sickening. Then again, this was coming from a kid who had lived in isolation for twelve years.

Darn ADHD, he could never keep his thoughts straight! What was the topic again? Oh, right, his 'parent'. Ares wasn't his parent. He didn't have any family. He probably just got claimed as a freak of a mistake. Even if he was a child of Ares, he would never believe it; Ryan really was starting to believe that he had stubbornness issues. The fifteen year old went to focus his mind on his train of thought again. He was getting beaten by almost every freaking person he fought, most of them girls, but he didn't care about that part. Seriously, he never cared about gender. His aunt had taught him that girls weren't weak. They could fight if they wanted to, and pretty darn well. Ryan grew up with that knowledge since his aunt was the only person he was around for the majority of his life. She was a girl, and a heck of a good fighter.

Ryan's eyes narrowed as he scanned the horizon and near PineCone Head's tree again. His dark grey eyes saw another Camper; Ryan gave a slight snarl and rolled his eyes. He could never escape anyone these days! Someone always had to come and break him being by himself. This is why Ryan hated Camp. It was so freaking big that people were almost always somewhere. Ryan could never get any solitude; that was the only good thing about his past life. No crowded palaces. Then again, that could of hurt more than helped him here. His grey eyes flashed to the Random Camper again. Naturally he had no idea who she was. Ryan had almost no clue who anyone was around this Hades of a dump. He had met people here over his three years (unfortunately) but still didn't know, know them. His knowledge of them mostly came from when they were in the arena and fighting. The demigod hissed as he glared back up the hill. Whatever. He decided to just ignore or walk around him or her.

He tensed as a shrill voice reached his ears. Ryan was always tense and on guard; hearing the shrill just made him tenser, if that was possible. It was a greeting to someone. Ryan scanned the area to see if anyone was around. Nope, she must be referring to him; he rolled his eyes. Dang, by the gods! He couldn't be left alone for even a flipping second?! Apparently not. Nothing ever worked out for him. The demigod gave a start as the figure began to run down the hill. Based on the sound of the voice from earlier, Ryan took it to be a girl. His mind snapped back to the matter. She was running down the hill. That wasn't good, it would be quite an impact. Ryan tensed and went to roll out of the way. Wasn't this girl ever taught any common sense?! He was almost out of the way, when she crashed into him.

First thought: Ow. His shoulder got the most of it. Not that he wasn't used to it, but that still didn't take away the sting of impact. Unlike usual people, Ryan didn't go to hold his arm, wince or anything. To him, getting hit like that felt sort of normal. The son of Ares glared at her. "Hi," he growled back. The demigod boy shrugged. "Whatever."

OOC: Meh! Sorry for him not being very talkative...
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Word From the Character: Stupid freak, watch where you're going!
Mood: Angry
To: Luna Knight
IC Word Count: 693
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy

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A twitch of regret went through Luna. She didn't mean to upset him, Luna was just trying to enjoy herself today. Luna giggled. "Ares cabin right? What's your name?" she asked though she was sure he was. Luna had sen him by that cabin to many times to think otherwise. Luna stood up from her crouching position and stuck her hand out in a handshake. "I'm Luna Knight, daughter of Hephaestus." Luna said. In the back of her mind she wondered if this Ares camper would ask if Hephaestus was only supposed to have sons like alot of campers had asked her. That thought made her giggle again.

Luna studied the boy. The fact that he didn't fall over must have been because he was an Ares, or just used to being hit. Luna hoped that wasn't it. She didn't want her possible new friend to have been abused or something. Speaking of, Luna hoped his rude personality was an Ares trait.... or even from the fact that she just ran into him. She wouldn't have minded that, if it meant he wasn't abused in the past. Luna was highly against child abuse, even if technically now it was teenager abuse.

"It's nice to meet you." she said cheerily. Noone was going to kill her good mood today, Luna wouldn't allow it. None of what's been happening recently was going to bug her today. Not Phobos or... Luna shook her head at that point. Her thoughts were not going in that direction. Luna wouldn't let it be. She brushed some of her fire-red hair out of her face. Luna could feel it as a mess on her head. She giggled at that. This was going to be a good day no matter what. Maybe she would go hang with her brothers later. An idea struck her head. Movie night in the Hephaestus cabin! All of them could take a break from work and watch a movie and eat lots of junk food! That would be fun, but her attention would stay on the boy in front of her right now.

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[Ryan Simons]

Ryan glared at the girl that had nearly rammed him to him and backed up. Personal space, big time; Ryan was uncomfortable in close contact, except when fighting. He narrowed his grey eyes at her slightly. "No one's Cabin," he growled back at her. Ryan hated the Cabins, and he didn't have family, despite being told the whole Ares Cabin and Ares was. To Ryan, the Cabins was just another way of identifying himself with a flipping god that was never in his life and who didn't even flipping care. Ryan didn't give a drachma though; he was used to it. Besides, Ryan wasn't around the Cabin a lot anyway. Oddly enough, the boy paused before giving his name. "Ryan," he said after a moment of hesitation. Yes, he knew it was weird that he was still getting used to his name, but it hadn't been in use for around seven years.

The demigod just looked at Luna's outstretched hand and didn't take it. "Hi," he snarled indifferently Not taking the hand didn't make him feel awkward or anything, it was just the way he was. If she didn't like it, then she could just walk away if she wanted, he wouldn't care. He glared at her. "Do you have any specific reason besides being a girl that makes you so giggly?" he growled icily. Ryan not falling over or anything was half due to the fact that he had been through so much training, and half the fact that he had been toughened up by being randomly slapped around. The only good that had come out of that, was that he had become a decent fighter. His aunt had some whacky methods. Ryan was half relieved to be away from some of them.

This girl was confusing, Ryan had to admit. He just gave a shrug. "So nice that you have to come crashing into me?" he growled sarcastically. The fifteen year old just rolled his eyes again as the girl giggled. Sheesh, girls were so annoying! Why the Hades had he only run into girls in this freak of a Camp? It was like the female population take over and it was dang sickening! Being in a Camp that was this full was equally as sickening. Ryan still didn't get why and how people lived this close to eachother. It was jut gross.

OOC: Ugh, sry for my lateness!
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry
To: Luna Knight
IC Word Count: 407
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy

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What he said made Luna tilt her head a bit. Noone's cabin? That's not possible or else he wouldn't be here. A few moments later Luna thought she figured out what he meant. "You mean you're not claimed?" she asked him softly, then grinned. "That's ok! Trust me, I know what it feels like not knowing. You'll feel better when you are claimed." That was what Luna could do to comfort him. A glimmer of sadness as her thoughts drifted back to that one week where she didn't know who her parent may have been. Luna forced it away quickly, thinking about how wrong she was about the Ares thing.

"Aw." Luna pouted when he didn't shake her hand, and put the hand back by her side. He said his name to her and Luna responded with her usually cheeriness. "Ryan is a nice name!" Luna complemented, wanting to try and make him smile for once. When he asked about her giggling, the way he said threw Luna into a fit of giggles. When she calmed herself down she found that she couldn't get rid of the grin on her face. Her mood was the best it has been in awhile. Losing herself to another fit of giggles when he said about crashing into him, all Luna managed to giggle out was "Yep".

The next moment is when her day decided to take a turn for the worse. The sound was faint, but audible. Luna whipped Flame of her neck and turned it into a sword just in time to see a bronze knife flying towards the both of them with a light whizzz!. Luna grabbed Ryan by the sleeve of his coat, but ended up having the knife put a deep gash in her arm in return. Blood jumped from the wound onto Luna's face and hair. Luna swore, the cheeriness evaporating away from her like rain after a storm. Without thinking, Luna clamped the hand to the wound and pulled the knife out, which had previously gotten stuck in there. That was a bad move, blood gushed out like a mini fountain.

Then, after a moment, Luna made another mistake. Still incapable of thought, she clamped the hand of the other arm onto the painful wound, having pain shoot through her whole body again. Her vision turned fuzzy around the edges. Luna turned to Ryan for help.

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[Ryan Simons]

Ryan rolled his eyes. Idiot girl, thinking he was unclaimed. Didn't Fish Face ever tell his oh-so-famous tale to her? All demigods were now supposed to be claimed by thirteen. Stupid rule, dang, if it hadn't been for that Ryan could of bet that Camp wouldn't be as full as it was now. Now that the gods were all claiming their kids, the new demigods would have to get explanations and then, in most cases, dumped here. Ryan had the absolute pleasure of staying in the Unclaimed, Hermes Cabin for a year. It was as pleasurable as getting all the scars he had. Whatever, he'd just let her think he was unclaimed, he didn't care. "I doubt it," he growled. He shrugged. He hadn't felt any better when he had gotten claimed, around two years ago.

The demigod ignored her pout as he didn't take her hand for a shake. Oh well, she could complain all she wanted. He wasn't going to do it, and she had better get used to it. He shrugged as she commented on his name. Ryan himself was still getting used to it, whatever; he didn't care what others thought about him or any aspect of him for that matter. The fifteen year old let out a hiss of annoyance as she was just plunged into another fit of giggles. Stupid girls and their sense of amusement! At her reply, the demigod boy just growled and rolled his eyes.

It was then that he heard a whizz. After years around them, Ryan was too accustomed it by now. The object was a flying dagger; hands down and without any looking. He had thrown many of those himself, and had been the target of a greater quantity. He automatically ducked, then felt the girl latch onto his arm. He twisted his arm away from hers and whipped out his staff to try and catch the dagger in it. Then he heard a swear from the girl and saw that the knife had indented itself in her. "Don't-" he growled in a warning, seeing that she was about to yank it out. To late, she did. He rolled his eyes. At least when the thing was in there, it was stopping the blood from coming out, now the blood was on free reign.

Blood was getting everywhere. It wasn't a pretty vewing, but Ryan didn't mind the sight of it; he was used to it. "Will you just-" he hissed, watching her hand go towards the wound. He tried to grab her arm so she wouldn't put it over her arm, but to late. That wouldn't do any good either. If anything, make it more painful because the stuff on your hand would get into the wound. Ryan knew what it felt like. He had done this a lot when he was younger. Got hit with a dagger and did what any normal person did: take it out and hold the wound. His aunt would just stand there, smirking. His vision would go fuzzy, he'd black out, then wake up a day or so later with his arm bandaged up.

After a few of those, Ryan learned not to do that. He learned just to grit his teeth, not pull it out and keep fighting. Painful? Like Hades. He turned to Luna. "Take your hand off it! Your just contaminating it!" he hissed. He took of his jacket and got ready to wrap Luna's arm in it. He had long scars going down his arms and many various ones all over his hands. Where he came from, after reaching a certain age, he had to learn how to heal himself. Ryan hated the Big House healing place; usually, Ryan would just go and patch himself up. In all actuality, he hated staying down and healing, period.

OOC: Much better than my dismal last post.
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Word From the Character: Didn't anyone ever teach you about wounds and how to handle them?
Mood: Angry, Slightly Anxious
To: Luna Knight
IC Word Count: 657
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy

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