.Whipalicious[Alex].

[*nike*]

"Venti white chocolate mocha," The usual order for the goddess of victory. Some of the Starbucks employees new her usual by now, which she admitted was a little pathetic. Had she really come here that many times? The answer to that was yes, and she couldn't really deny that. The current barista knew her by name, and Nike knew the girl's name as well. Her name was Felicia and the boy working with her was Greg. Both were college students who needed to pay the bills somehow. Nike made casual conversation with the both of them every time she dropped by. Both of them were nice, but both of them thought that she was actually named after the shoe brand. Ah, those poor mortals who couldn't see through the mist. They weren't the brightest, but fortunately for them they didn't have to know about the gods and their messy problems. Sometimes Nike wished she didn't know about the problems herself.

"Here you go, Nike," Felicia handed the immortal a large cup of a piping hot coffee drink. Probably not a normal choice since it was approximately 80 degrees outside. Nike thanked the girl, dropping a ten dollar bill as payment, and leaving the remainder of it as a tip. Not like she really needed the change back. Waving a small goodbye, she exited the coffee shop, sipping at her mocha. The beverage was frothy, but almost too hot for her tongue. Just how she liked it. Extra whip cream too! And she hadn't even mentioned it. This was why she only went to that specific Starbucks. 

Her flats were clicking on the sidewalk as she walked along it. She was a little undecided about where she wanted to go for the moment. Not back to the camp, that was for sure. She just wasn't in the mood for that. Her options ranged from clothes shopping, going to a movie, or maybe even bowling. Ooh I do like bowling, She squealed internally. But bowling was normally something for people to do as a group, so she crossed that off the list of things she could do. Next she debated about buying a new book to read, but really she didn't read much besides trashy magazines. And she had read all of the most recent ones.

Crossing the street, Nike wasn't even vaguely concerned when a crazed taxi driver almost nailed her with his cab. The only fact that bothered her was that he cussed her out afterwards. "Pedestrian has right of way, idiot!" She called out sweetly, smirking at him. She ignored the profanity that followed after that as well. 

Picking an open bench in front of a library, she sat down lazily. She was in one of her good moods, well except for that small incident with the taxi. She credited her mood to the simple fact that there was extra whip cream in her drink. Ridiculous, but that was how she saw it. "Whipalicious," Nike claimed, removing the lid and taking a plain lick of whip cream. What could she say? She loved her whip cream. On her Starbucks, on her pumpkin pie, and heck even just straight out of the spray can.

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[Alexander Ruckshack]

New York... fun. Alex would still never really get used to this place. His heart was still upstate; he sort of hated all the lights and loud nosies and stuff. Still, and he had lived here for seven years. That was just sad to him. Most people would just stare at him as if he was crazy if he told them that he hated the city. Alex didn't really care what people thought of him; if it was badly, so be it. If they thought that he was weirdo, fine; everyone was entitled to their own opinions, besides, they may just not feel things differently. Alex was getting sort of sick of running around with no success. He sighed, he was sort of hungry, but nothing was cheap here, oh well. Maybe he could start working in a gas station again. That or redeem bottles and cans. He weighed the options. Gas station or bottles and cans? He'd take bottles and cans. He had enjoyed working at a gas station, but it was a bit time consuming. Besides, he didn't want a permanent job, he just needed money when he needed it. He had a bit left over from the $150 he had left with.

Alex sighed, oh well. No time to start like the present. He found a bag and then started to peak around garbage cans. Hey, he was getting money and helping the environment. He had grown up in a 'green' sort of environment. Alex's father had been sort of obsessed about it. Make the earth green, stop global warming and stuff like that. The whole reduce, reuse, recycle thing. They had always done bottles and cans together and they would bring reusable bags to stores so they wouldn't use the plastic bags. For a while, Alex's father had wanted to put in solar panels. Alex thought he had gone a bit overboard with it. He found a garbage can and started to pick out Sprite and Coca Cola cans. There were also lots of water bottles in there. Finally, after he thought had gotten all of them, he tied up the bag and started walking to try and find a redeem center.

He still wasn't that comfortable with wandering around this place. Especially after what had happened to him when he had met Hecate. That had been the most creepy experience of his life. Sure, he had seen the statues getting up and walking around two years ago, but seeing those things and having to fight them was just... he shivered. It was something he'd like to forget. He stopped by an ice cream truck. Gosh, it was hot out today. Not that he minded, he was good with hot weather. It was cold weather that he couldn't stand. He was really bad with it, he was always freezing and always needed a jacket. he just thought that it'd be good to treat himself every once in a while. He bought a pop and then continued down the street. Alex was still hopelessly lost, but all he wanted to do was find somewhere to redeem these and then just... he didn't know. The mortal continued to look around as he finished his icicle. He looked at the Popsicle stick and put it in his pocket, he threw the wrapper away.

Dang... where do they have recycling centers around here?! Alex was getting sort of tired from walking around aimlessly. He'd find a center eventually. Maybe he just needed a few minutes to think. He saw a library with an open bench. Open plus a brunette girl sitting on it, oh well, everyone could sit on a public bench. He saw her open her cup and lick the whip cream off; it was a Starbuck's cup. The mortal couldn't help but smile slightly. He had never really been into those sort of breakfast, coffee places. Alex didn't like coffee at all, it gave him a headache. He went to look at the sun and down the lane when he had to do a double take at the girl that was sitting on the bench with him. Was that a golden glow? He blinked and shook his head. It was another goddess. No, hang on. Maybe he was just imagining the glow, maybe it was just the sun or maybe he had stayed to long with Hecate and just thought random girls gave off glows.

Him being him, he had to start being outwardly friendly. Alex put the bag with the bottles and cans at his feet and looked up at the brunette. The girl looked a bit older than him, but then again, he was horrible with ages. They didn't really matter to him. Taking into consideration his age, Alex thought he was doing rather well by himself. "Hiya," the sixteen year old said, smiling at the girl. It wasn't that he felt awkward or anything with the silence. It would just seem plain rude to him if he didn't acknowledge that she was there. She had been there first, after all. Gosh, was his thinking messed up or what? She was a complete stranger and he feels obliged to talk and be friendly to her.

[*nike*]

People watching was an interesting thing for Nike to do. She found it very entertaining, depending on what kind of people were around. Currently there was a dorky boy reading on the library steps, a couple playing tonsil-hockey on one of the other benchs, and some crazy lady holding a purse with a chihuaha tucked in it. The chihuaha was wearing a rhinestone studded collar, a dark purple jacket and was that hot pink nail polish painted on his claws?! "Animal abuse," She muttered, using a cough to cover it up. The lady took a quick glance her way and Nike met her gaze with her best innocent look. Dressing up dogs was not acceptable in her opinion. And painting his nails was ridiculous as well. It was really a bizarre form of torture if one thought about it. And Nike was definately thinking about, probably because she didn't have much else to do.

She needed entertainment of some sort, and apparently that entertainment was in the form of the newspaper. She had for an unknown reason purchased it back at one of the many gas stations in town. She really wasn't sure as to why she had bought it, because Nike absoloutly didn't like to read the news. All it was ever about was politics. Or more accurately complaining about Democrats, Republicans, the president and all of that. All of them were a bit cutthroat if you asked the goddess. Which no one really did, but Nike always gave her honest opinions.

Flipping the page she attempted to focus on a story that wasn't about politics. Unfortunately that meant it was about a family of three who were murdered. Too depressing, The goddess decided, skipping a couple of pages. She would have been better off reading one of those crazy newspapers about people spotting aliens. Ah, at least three articles about freak accidents that were really incidents caused by some angry gods or goddesses. The comic section, Bonus! She quickly located her favorite of the comics, Garfield.

Glancing up from her paper she noticed a new addition to the people in the park. It seemed that he had switched places with the chihuaha lady because she was no longer in sight. He had on an amused face as she licked at the whip cream. It didn't look mocking, just simply amused. Well she supposed that she did look a little weird licking whip cream. But she could argue that the whip cream was always the best part. The boy was dark haired and was carrying around a plastic bag full of...Coke bottles? Okay so he was a bit unique himself. Maybe he was just one of those save-the-earth people. Though the confused or maybe shocked look he was giving her, was a little disturbing in her opinion.

Nike wasn't really surprised that he chose to sit next to her, since the only other options were the ground and the bench with the couple. She was a bit surprised though that he actually acknowledged her. The majority of the city people were a bit rude. Okay a bit was probably an understatement. "Hey!" The goddess replied, her enthusiasm in her voice not fake at all. She wasn't exactly sure if he was going for conversation or if he was just being polite so she decided to introduce herself for a start. "I'm Nike, by the way." She introduced, holding her hand while waiting for the 'That's an unusual name, I'm ___'. It's like people thought she didn't know it wasn't unusual.

[Sorry it's not very good, I accidentally erased the first version and then I was miffed about it since I had to retype]

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[Alexander Ruckshack]

(No problem at all. That happens to me on occasion. Very annoying... )

Usually Alex wasn't bored. The smallest things usually fascinated him, but the city was so much full of little things that and really big things. This place was to big, loud and crazy for him to actually really enjoy it. To try and amuse himself with little things was putting his brain on overdrive. Also, the people here weren't the nicest in the world. If he ever stopped to look at something on a busy street, he'd mostly get shoved around and told to get moving. True, he did like the first few days, but he didn't really have the money to do anything exciting for himself while waiting and watching and stuff. All he could do was wander around and window shop really. Watching people walk around would amuse him for a few minutes, but he was the type who couldn't stay down for long. For Alex to sit down for a long period of time, he had to have his mind occupied with something, or talking to someone. Alex was beginning to realize that some people in here were a bit odd. Crazy hair colorings, strange piercing, tattoos and whatnot. Not that Alex hadn't been exposed to it while he was living with his father in the Bronx, he had been, but on a much more scaled down level. There were lots of more people here than in the other burrows of New York.

Alex had never really been into reading news papers or magazines, so that wouldn't help him at all in the entertainment section. Maybe he could take out a book. Then again, if he was moved, he may not get to return it at all. Take his bout with Hecate for example, he didn't even think he'd get out of that alley way alive. Now that had been one of the most freakish experiences of his life. Almost as bad as that haunted house that he went into when he was younger. Okay, no never mind. His and Hecate's run in with the three monsters was way worse. At least Alex didn't have to fight in the Haunted House. The mortal shivered. Since then, he had been a tad bit more on guard than usual. That wasn't saying much because he never really was on guard. Now he could see that becoming a problem; Hecate had told him that he was in danger, not as much danger as the demigods, but still, in danger because he was seeing things he wasn't supposed to be seeing.

Dang Mist again. Of all the mortals, why did it have to be Alex who got the sight into the Greek Mythology world where nothing made sense to him. Everything that existed there, should not of existed in his mind. They were only stories made up to explain the universe, yet it was a living story. It was living right under all the other mortals' noses! Alex began to wonder exactly how many people could see through this Mist. He knew that he didn't finally accept that he was different until after seeing statues getting up and walking. Everything else he saw, he had brushed off and told himself that it was one of those things that the world did and you could never understand. THen again, he was younger when he saw those signs, so maybe he didn't really understand what he was seeing. Maybe he got this ability because he had a half blooded brother. Probably not, a lot of kids at the Camp must of had mortal siblings. Alex could bet not many of them could see through the Mist. Hecate had said only some mortals could. Question was: how many was 'some'?

The girl glanced up as she saw that he had come to sit on the bench with her. He found her licking off the whip cream amusing, not in an insulting way though, just unique. He had never really had a sweet tooth; Alex just liked some chocolate and a popsicle on occasion. He knew he must of looked a bit odd with a bad of Coke and Sprite bottles and cans in a bag, but he didn't really mind. He had gotten enough stares in his life to be used to it. He hadn't really been a 'normal' boy, even though he was a mortal. Not that he didn't like his life, he didn't people to think that. Besides, in a competition between who's life was more abnormal: his or a demigod's, the demigod would win by a landslide, hands down. Besides, he knew who he was; other people could say other wise and he didn't really mind. It was then that he realized that a semi shocked look was on his face and he gave a slight apologetic smile to the girl. Heck, would this be embarrassing if he was hallucinating this glow?

As Alex sat on the bench with the girl, he wondered if he had acted a bit off for people in New York. Sure, he was always a bit off with the Mist thing and the personality, usually. He decided it would be okay if the girl didn't acknowledge him back. Alex had had his share of mean people in the world to tolerate and accept that. Even if she wasn't friendly to him, he had every right to be friendly to her. A smile spread across his face as she greeted him back with enthusiasm; much more than he was expecting. The girl introduced herself. Nike. Alex had heard that name before, he knew he had. The mortal wasn't familiar with most of the minor gods, but he did know a few. He was getting a feeling that this was one of them. It was either her parents were freaks and she was named after the shoe or... Alex looked at her, the golden glow was still there. Her name was Nike, and she was giving off a golden glow. So he hadn't been hallucinating at all; this was a goddess; the goddess of victory if he remembered correctly. He looked at her extended hand and shook it, smiling. "Nice to meet you, Nike," he said, smiling. He had to confirm his thought now; he had to be told weather his hunch was right or wrong. Now seemed the most appropriate moment to him. If he was wrong, this would defiantly go into the 'Most Embarrassing Moments' book. He gave a quick look around to see if anyone was watching and lowered his voice. "Goddess of Victory," he added in a mumble. He tensed slightly, wondering what her reaction would be. He turned his voice into normal level. "I'm Alexander, but you can call me Alex if you'd like."

[*nike*]

The sound of her fingernails made a clicking noise as she tapped her fingers impatiently on the uncomfortable park bench. Besides being uncomfortable, she could definately tell that there was gum stuck to the underside of it. That, was in no way appetizing. It almost made her lose her appetite for the mocha. Almost. She preferred to drink the beverage while it was still hot. And plus it was just too good of a drink to waste because of the gum situation. She uncrossed her legs, and then recrossed them, slumped down in her seat, and then aimed for better posture. Okay, so it was virtually impossible to be comfortable in these stupid, cold, metal benchs. Her eyes were focused on the tips of her shoes, studying them as if there was actually something interesting about them.

Garfield was a bit of a disappointment today, way less entertaining than usual. But still better than whatever other comics there were, which she read just for the fact that she was bored and there wasn't much else she could do. Okay, it was time for the newspaper to go, she decided. Doing nothing was moderately better than reading the newspaper. Why, oh why, hadn't she grabbed the People magazine instead? It wasn't educational in the least, but at least it was more entertaining.

The lack of things to do led to Nike reading the information off the cup in her hand. Something about being recycled or green. Well at least it wasn't a total enviornment ruiner. Just 3/4 of a environment ruiner which still kind of miffed her off. It wasn't that Nike was obsessively in love with saving the environment, but saving it wasn't a bad thing at all. She tried to do her fair share of helping, but it wasn't all the helpful when other people weren't doing it as well.

"I like whip cream," She informed the boy, though she figured that he might have been able to figure that out on his own. Well unless he was a little on the dumb side, but he didn't look to be. Although looks weren't always a good judge of a person's character. Nike did get a good feeling from the small smile that may have represented an apology. She smiled back gently, as a signal that it was alright. It was a friendly enough smile so that if his wasn't an apology then he would just take it as a sign of acknowledgement. She didn't really appreciate looking like a total idiot. Well actually, she usually couldn't care less.

There was enough space on the bench that the two could sit together without having to be jammed up against each other like the PDA couple. There almost seemed to be a click of recognition in the boy's face as she introduced herself. Not at Nike herself, but it seemed to be that he recognized the name. Ah, at least they were teaching mythology in the English classes. Or that was what Nike assumed until she heard him mumble something. She caught that he'd said 'Goddess of victory'. The way he said it though was more than just a 'Oh, I remember that I was taught this in class.' It seemed more of not an accusation but a claim that she was the goddess of victory. That was correct, but she hadn't really been expecting it. "I might be," Nike replied, in reference to the comment that probably wasn't supposed to be a question but she took at as one because he didn't really look like he was entirely sure. "Nice to meet you as well, Alex."

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[Alexander Ruckshack]

Alex sighed, wondering what sort of amusement he could cook up for himself. He wasn't a trouble starter or anything... OH! Those geysers that he had seen when he had went collecting cans before. Then he thought about it. He had no idea where they were now. Aw dang it, he groaned internally. He had really wanted to splash around get get wet. Even though it wasn't as hot as it could be today, it was still sorta yucky. Besides, he hadn't gotten to do after meeting that girl. True, she had been nice, but he wanted to go splashing right now, it seemed so... normal. He half shook his head. If he still had those dreams of being normal, he'd have to stop. He wasn't normal, as far as mortals went, anyway. Normal mortals didn't see through the Mist; they didn't see statues getting up and walking on a random night in Manhattan. Alex knew he was much, much, much more normal than a demigod or god though.

As he continued walking, he began to think how lucky he was to have had his father. At least he wasn't as crazy as Kath or anything. She had been pretty bad; most of the time Alex was there, he had wished that he was back with his dad. Derrick had been pretty good to let Alex persue kung fu and stuff. Truthfully, Alex hadn't really minded dropping out of school to get a job. He was one of the ones that didn't really mind school and got good grades, so he had been pretty well off. Maybe after all of this he could go back to college, finish his education and stuff. Maybe, he'd have to get some sort of job again. This was crazy... at least he had snatched his working papers from home along with his money before he had left. Dang Mist sight... if it wasn't for that he wouldn't of gotten semi kicked out anyway. Alex just had to go open his mouth and tell his dad. Then he had to go and start searching for his mother who happened to be a lunatic of a woman. Alex sighed and rolled his eyes. Talk about bad judgement on his part.

He had liked working at a gas station though. It had been very interesting and Alex had found it enjoyable. He had met a lot of people, some who were very interesting. While there, Alex had been pretty okay if someone asked for directions. Overall, he had been pretty good with directions where he had lived, he wasn't a walking GPS. One of his friends at the gas station was like that, it as freakily scary, Alex was no where near that, but he could manage to get himself around. It was just in unknown places (like these) that he entirely clueless. He'd learn his way around here sooner or later though; hopefully sooner rather than later. To be honest, Alex was sort of getting sick of getting lost. Plus, if he did finally memorize some of it then have to or decide to move again and star the process all over, he'd get sort of ticked at himself. Well, if things had to go like that, then so be it; that was life, sometimes unfortunately. The mortal gave a small smile and continued his walk down the street. He had no idea why he decided to keep the popsicle stick, but for whatever reason, he'd find something to do with it. Maybe he could start collecting them and then make something out of them. Gosh, he sounded like his dead, recycling and reusing and stuff.

The sixteen year old gave an amused smile. It wasn't mean or sarcastic or making fun of her or anything like that, it was just amused. "Yeah, I can see that," he said, with a tease. If she didn't like whip cream, she wouldn't be just straight licking it off the top of her drink. She seemed like a pretty nice girl. The mortal remembered something: Looks could be deceiving. Alex had thought Kath was nice since she looked pretty. Yet another one of his bad judgements. He thought she was nice, until she swung a sword at him. Oh dang, that glow again... what about it? Either she was a goddess or not, and it'd be driving him up the walls if he didn't find out soon. Sure, he'd ask soon, but if he was wrong, he'd probably end up looking like a complete idiot. Then again, he didn't really care what others thought about him. He'd just be embarrassed, being him. She gave him a gentle smile. Okay, so she did seem nice. It would really be weird if it was this evil goddess just faking to be the goddess of Victory. Then again, the goddess of Victory could be mean. Nah, she was being way to nice to him, from her actions so far.

Okay, great. The question was out. Either she'd look at him like he was a total creep/moron or she'd do something else. He really hoped that she wasn't a type of goddess who zapped you for knowing her identity, but hey, she had been the one to introduce herself with her goddess name. Truthfully, Alex had thought that they would of made up fake names or something when they came out into the mortal world. True, he had been taught that the gods and goddess of Olympus were sort of on the brutal side, the ones he had met so far were being rather nice. He had learned about most of the gods and goddesses, more the major ones than the minor ones. Still, he knew names of very few minor gods. Some that had stuck in his head while researching for doing a presentation were: Phobos, Eros, Mania, Nike and Eris. That was his extent of minor god knowledge, those five, plus Hecate and Erebus now that he had met them. "Oh, okay," Alex said, with a shrug and nod. He decided not not push it. If she wanted to tell him weather she was or wasn't she could in her own time. At least he hadn't been chewed out as an idiot. A smile flickered across his face. "So, how's the drink?" he asked, nodding at her Starbuck's cup. "Aside from obviously yummy whip cream," he said in a tease. He smiled at her. "Thanks," he said.

((Lol, found this funny: IC Word Count: 1111))

[*nike*]

Her shoes were a dark purple color, and had no designs besides the ones that she drew on them herself. After the first war with the Titans, Nike had fallen into a continuous bout of drawing. She drew swirls, stars, hearts, anything. She figured that if she had gotten a therapist, which she never would in her life, they probably would have said she was using drawing as an outlet for her feelings of betrayal, sadness and anger. The girl had been able to diagnose that for herself. She hadn't shed one tear for her father after his betrayal, except for that one time when she had been talking to Ryan. She was going to blame that on the Ares boy, since his topic had been very depressing all on its own. See, that's where a therapist would ask: Was it really because of his depressing thoughts? And they would probably be right in assuming that that wasn't really why she was upset. And that was the reason she would never go to a therapist, because she might be able to deny to herself, but she was sure that any decent therapist wouldn't let her get away with it.

People claimed that it was better to 'let it out', and Nike had even said something along those lines to Ryan. But in this situation, she didn't think that she was ever going to follow that advice. So maybe she was a bit of a hypocrit, but it wasn't like that bothered her. The goddess had been called quite a few things in her life, some which were more bad than good. Being called a hypocrit was the least of her problems. No, wait. Reading a crappy newspaper was probably the least of her problems. In case it wasn't obvious from her 'problems' she didn't really have all that many real problems as of current.

Nike smiled in response, not the least bit offended. He actually seemed tolerable for a mortal. Maybe even likeable if his current attitude was any indication of who he was. "Just thought I'd clarify, in case there was any confusion." She nodded in all seriousness, although she was sure that he would be able to understand the playful tone underneath it. A normal mortal would have most likely been able to pick up on it, and she categorized him in a different class than a normal mortal. It was most likely the contemplating look that gave him away as a little more educated that most. Educated in the actualties of reality, not educated as in book-smart. Though he seemed like one who could possibly be book smart as well. Which was always useful since he would have to eventually find a job in this world if he wanted to actually have a decent life. "Want some? It's awesomely delicious." Nike offered, holding out the cup although her voice made it clear that she was joking. Even if the boy didn't catch onto that, she doubted that he was weird enough to actually accept the offer. And once again, even if he did, she honestly wouldn't care much. Well unless he seriously spit into the cup, that, she might have an issue with. The goddess wasn't exactly a germaphob and it wasn't like she could get any of those germs anyways.

Ah, yes. Apparently he actually didn't catch onto the fact that she had practically confirmed her status as the goddess of victory. She had stuck with the answer of 'I might be' because it was possible that he could have just been a really big mythology buff. Highly unlikely, but she still didn't always like having the appearance of being crazy. "Well, I'd say it's pretty delicious," Nike answered, popping the cap back onto her drink to prevent it from cooling down any further. "I feel like you're mocking my love for whip cream," She accused, a playful glint in her eyes. She wasn't one to get all huffy and angry over a simple joke, that was the job of other gods with a more superior attitude. This girl happened to be the goddess who would joke right back. "No thank you necessary. And I am her, by the way." Nike confirmed referring to the fact that she was, in fact, the goddess of victory like he had guessed. She wasn't completely sure that he would catch what she meant, but she figured that he was probably getting annoyed with her vague answer from earlier. Nike liked more straight forward answers, herself. Mystery could be considered a little less than fun for her.

[I'm so sorry Ellie! That was a terrible post! I swear that I'll try to make up for it for the next one!]

[Alexander Ruckshack]

Alex sometimes started randomly wondering (like now) about many random things. If he did that, along with this fascination of small things, he had no reason to be bored. He just kept telling himself that. It was just that sometimes it happened. Alex was just a teenager, after all. He had his bored moments and every other single emotion that other teens had. Well, almost all of them, anyways. For some reason he had never really been that girl crazy or in love in his life. Sure he had a few dumb crushes when he was smaller, but that was about it. Nothing when he was a preteen or even now for that matter. He had even gone to a coed school and everything. Well, whichever, they were all different. A random thought entered his head. How's Kath doing? Random thought? Very much so. He still couldn't believe that she was his mother. Of all people, his father and her had to fall in love. Kath and Derrick were total opposites! Kat was loony and crazy and off her rocker. Derrick was calm and down to earth and always nice. Then again, sometimes opposites attract. Obviously after he had been born, his father didn't think so. Alex had been told that living with one parent was hard. He didn't find it hard at all, but perhaps that was because he was used to it and he had grown up with only one parent. Maybe they were referring to when one parent dies or the parents divorce from eachother. Alex wasn't sure which would be harder. Having a parent die, or having the parents separate? Probably separate. The kid thinks that it's her or his own fault because the only major change that the parents have had in their life was having a kid. It must of been hard knowing that you still have both parents, but they don't like each other.

He thought that after living with his father, and since they were both male, that he'd be anxious to get a girl in his life. Well, quite obviously he had proved himself wrong about that thought. The sixteen year old grinned and kept moving through the streets. He still couldn't help being slightly ticked that he was wandering around aimlessly, just trying to find a recycling center. True, they were scattered and few in the Bronx, but at least he knew where they were. Mostly because his father had taken him there all the time and had Alex help him most of the time. Then he memorized the route there, on bicycle and on foot. They rarely used the car, even though it was the city. It was yet another one of his father's crazy go green things; Alex thought over the years his father had gone a bit over the edge with it. Recycling cans and bottles, reusing different various items and using recycled products he could see. It was when his father had tried to convince the land lord to put on solar panels; that's when Alex thought he had gone a bit over board with it.

The mortal gave a grin, seeing that she was playing along with him. She seemed really nice; then again, he had made that mistake about Kath. Well, Kath hadn't said anything, at least this girl was talking to him so he could have a bit more information. He smiled at her. "I think you've made it quite clear for my mortal head," he said with a tease. If Alex was going to enter the world of Greek Mythology as one who could see though the Mist, he'd have to really brush up on his gods, goddess, monsters and whatnot. Alex couldn't help but get a chill. Monsters, he and Hecate had been attacked by three; it had probably been the most scary experience of his life. Maybe he'd get a book on it later. He was pretty good with the major gods and goddess of Mount Olympus. It was the monsters and most of the minor gods that he needed to look up. He laughed. "Oh, no thanks," he said with a grin. "I'm fine," he declined, grinning. Truthfully, he had never liked whip cream. He had never really had a sweet tooth for anything except an occasional popsicle and plain vanilla cupcake. For some reason he hated icing, he always had scraped it off when he was little. He had been the odd ball in the sweets category. That, and his father never really liked them having fast food; they always cooked their own meals.

It was okay that she hadn't given a straight answer. If she wasn't her, at least she hadn't chewed him out for semi looking like a total idiot. If it was her and she just didn't want to tell him, he wasn't offended by that at all. If she wanted to tell him, she would and could in her own time. Besides, he wasn't sure why she'd be here. First Hecate, now Nike (if it was indeed her) he didn't think that the Olympus gods wanted anything to do with the mortal world. He smiled at her. "Well, that's good," he said. It was always good when you were drinking or eating something that you liked and tasted good; it just made it all the more enjoyable. He thought that was the same with weapons. If you like the weapon you were working with, you'd learn it and have a good time with it. Alex had hated swords, so he had quite obviously done poorly with them. Kath had wanted him to take them with him, but he refused. He wasn't going to go around New York carrying a sword! What if he got into a fight? He'd pull out a sword, they'd pull out a gun and Alex would be dead in two seconds. Then again, he was weaponless now, so it could happen; well, that was sort of unlikely since he hated to be the one to start and end fights. "Who knows, maybe I am," he teased, laughing. Hanging around her was becoming rather fun. She was her? What? Oh, right. The goddess of victory thing he had asked her before! "Oh, you are?" he asked, looking at her and tilting his head slightly. He smiled. "Thanks for telling me," he said, nodding. "So, how are you?" he asked, looking at her. Normal question for him.

(Oh, don't even start. That post was fine!! *hugs*)

[*nike*]

Three more reasons for never getting a therapist. One: It was a complete waste of money. Once again, she wasn't above saving a couple thousand bucks a year by skipping the therapist. The sessions were a total ripoff, and honestly, Nike didn't think that they would help her in any way. She could get the same results from the sessions as she could from finding a random stranger on the street and venting to them. Except they might walk away during the middle of her rant, which would be a little discouraging, but she wouldn't blame them if they did that. Or maybe they'd call a mental institution, which was equally fair in the goddess' opinion. Four padded walls, a straight jacket, and some big needles. Gods, that would get boring awful fast. Not to mention she'd probably destroy the whole facility during her escape. Which would probably also mean that she'd accidentally free all of the crazy people. Note to Self: Don't get put into a mental facility.

Reason Two: The girl could practically just use Ryan as a substitute therapist. Well maybe not Ryan since he had problems actually talking about his problems. Possibly somebody a bit more enthusiastic who had problems of their own. But the thing was, was that she didn't actually want someone to listen to her problems. She just needed someone to sit there and talk about their own problems so that they would drown each other out. Stupid solution, yes. But, she was really thinking that it was just what she needed.

And Reason Three: For the therapist to understand half of what she was talking about, Nike would have to explain the whole 'I'm a goddess' thing. Can we say 'Hello straightjacket?'. Even if the therapist believed her, Nike figured that she'd probably annoy the crap out of the therapist anyways. Was it possible for your own therapist to fire you? The goddess wasn't sure about that. Well, it was probably very uncommon, so she'd be the first to get fired.

"Just making sure," The brunette smiled, winking at him she took another sip of mocha. Eh, it was seemingly luke-warm now. Which was a bit of a disappointment since she hadn't even had it all that long. Well, at least it still tasted good. Not completely though, since Nike preferred a hot drink, not a mediocre, luke-warm, disappointment of a drink. "Your loss," She smiled brightly in response to the boy's grin. The words were spoken in such a way that they didn't really sound rude at all. Nike somehow always managed to do that. Maybe it was just her positive tone, or her overall positive attitude. At least he hadn't smacked the cup away in disgust. That was a worst case scenario, and she seriously doubted that Alex was rude enough for that. He seemed like a very polite person, or at least, a very nice person.

Nike was already thinking that it was a combination of both of those traits. This Alex boy was turning out to be a perfect example of the nice people in the world. Unfortunately not everyone could be like him. Even Nike wasn't always the most polite of people. "How rude!" She exclaimed, holding her hand to her heart as if she was truly offended by his words. Which even if Alex had meant them in an offensive way, Nike still probably wouldn't have minded. A small nod of her head confirmed it, and the goddess wasn't even that concerned about him knowing. What was the worst he could do? Run around screaming it to everyone would just make them think he was off his rocker. "Fantastic, and yourself?"[/size][/blockquote]

[Alexander Ruckshack]

Alex started to randomly wonder what some of the gods and goddesses did for fun. Dang, he was thinking about the Greek World a lot; a bit to much if he was honest with himself. Then again, it was still hard to accept that a load of these things he had been told were fake, where actually real and living among the mortals. Talk about a lot to digest in a week. Just a few months ago, he had thought seeing statues get up and walk were freaky. Now he had the whole idea of monsters coming after him just because he was seeing things he wasn't supposed to. The sixteen year old wondered if the immortals ever came into contact with the mortal world. As in actually talk to normal mortals. It must of been sort of odd if they did, just randomly talk to a mortal they met, if they did it, anyway. He didn't know why they would since they had Olympus and all. Alex thought that seeing Hecate just wandering around New York and they happened to meet eachother had been sort of odd. Then again, the world was full of surprises. Better just to meet it with open arms. Accepting that he was seeing this stuff just made it a bit easier. Better to accept than resent.

Seeing through the Mist didn't really bother him. He guessed he had accepted it by now. Alex was thinking he had sort of resented it for a few hours after his father told him to get out and join Kath and her crazy crew. There, he was way wrong in telling him that. One: Kath didn't have a crew, she lived by herself. The crazy part, Alex couldn't really deny. Kath couldn't see through the Mist like Alex could though, so she wasn't that type of crazy. So... wait. Alex was calling himself crazy for being able to see through the Mist? Yeah, maybe he was, because half of it was true. How else could a mortal be seeing all these things that were only supposed to exist in stories? Everyone had a bit of crazy in them, just some more than others. Alex was thinking he was a bit crazier since he had always had this wild imagination which could of also helped him get this sort of Sight. No, for Kath, Alex was thinking more along the lines of mentally crazy.

That woman seriously was though. If anyone had ever seen or read Harry Potter, the fifth one, they'd understand. Kath was sort of like Umbridge. Weird comparison, he knew, but he had loved Harry Potter growing up. His mom was and could be sweet. Sweet in a very sick and twisted way; she could be like that one moment then completely off her rocker and mental then next. She had attacked Alex when he first came, then had calmed down, much to his surprise after he had explained who he was. Ryan had told him about Kath but they had never actually met face to face in the two years that the three boys had grown up together in the forest. That had been weird realization; he had been near his own brother, a demigod and his own mother for two plus years and hadn't even known it. Oh well, at least he knew now. Him having more family than just his dad was still a shock to him since he had grown up thinking that his mother left and he was an only child.

He laughed and grinned at her. "Okay then," he said, smiling. "Thoughts confirmed!" he remarked with a laugh. He chucked and gave a playful shrug. "Eh, I'll take my chances," he mused with an amused grin flashing across his face again. She sounded like she was teasing him and he went with it, he didn't mind. This girl was being rather friendly to him and was proving to be good company. Alex was happy to be in someone else's company once again. He hadn't spent time with Sophie, even though he wished he could of. She had seemed like a very nice girl; he was still hoping that by chance that they'd meet up again. Prior to meeting the young girl, he had been living with Kath for a month or so (he had lost track of the time) and that had been nothing short of a living nightmare.

She had quite the teasing nature. It never sounded rude, always polite and just plain positive. His father had told him that there were a lot of mean people in the world (Cue Kath) but there were a few purely good people. Those were the people that others needed to learn from and follow. Alex had his moments, he was human after all. He didn't think he was high on the 'good person' list. Alex couldn't help but laugh in amusement, Nike was rather a nice goddess. He had been told that most of the immortals didn't bother themselves with mortals. Maybe she was different. Different wasn't bad at all; it was what made the world go round as they'd say. "Anyone ever tell you that you could become an actress?" he teased her. She nodded to confirm the who goddess of victory thing and he smiled. Cool. He certainly wouldn't go blabbing; that was the last thing on his mind. For one, everyone would think him crazy; two: he may be dumped into an asylum or something. He was not going to let that happen. Worse case scenario? If a normal mortal had heard any of their conversation and went blabbing, everyone else would think that he or she was just crazy. Then Alex decided to tell her, although he was guessing that she probably knew. How else could he know about all this and pick her out as a goddess from every other woman roaming the streets? "I'm a mortal who can see through the Mist," he grumbled to her. He smiled at her. "That's awesome!" he said, then tilted his head slightly. He had known someone who had always said he was fine, but wasn't... but she sounded sincere enough. "I'm great, thanks," he said, grinning at her.[/size]

OOC: Just trying out a new posting template I made ^^
Character Name: Alexander Ruckshack
Word From the Character: ^^ Finally, another person who's nice and sane!
Mood: Happy, Curious
To: Nike
IC Word Count: 1,068

[*nike*]

Maybe the mortal boy could act as her amateur therapist. He looked like he might tolerate her continuous rambling. Although, her rambling could get a little too annoying to take. She got carried away on a lot of subjects, but she was usually able to keep the rants to herself.  If anybody ever heard them, they would think that Nike was even crazier than they already thought she was. And that was practically Mania crazy. She had never actually met the goddess, but if she was goddess of the insane then she had to be pretty messed up herself. A great number of people had some serious issues and Nike wasn't sure if she counted herself among that group of people. She felt that her life could have been a lot worse, so she didn't want to throw herself a small pity party and assume that she had the worst life ever. Because that, most certainly was not true.

The Ares boy was probably a prime example of someone who had a worse life than her. Oh how she was glad that she wasn't Ryan. Not that she meant any offense to him by that statement. Not that he can hear your thoughts, anyways, She pointed out, inwardly laughing at her blonde moment. On one of her many sidenotes: Why was it called a blonde moment? Who decided that a time of stupidity was automatically a blonde moment? Why wasn't it a red-head or brunette moment? Not that that was really important, but it was one of those things that picked at the goddess' curiosity. 

Back to her original point of how she was glad that she wasn't the angry demigod. Nike may have had problems herself, but somehow she was still managed to remain positive and upbeat most of the time. Ryan, on the other hand, was negative, cynical and pessimistic all at the same time. Honestly, Nike didn't like it. It wasn't because he was mean, that, she could deal with. She understood that he had a reason to be the way he was, but in her opinion his attitude was sort of like, well, giving up. His life had in fact sucked, and his aunt had made it that way. To Nike, giving into that negativity because of what Kath did was exactly like losing. And as anyone could assume, the goddess of victory didn't like losing. Although it wasn't her personal loss, she still didn't appreciate it since she was self-appointing herself as Ryan's only 'friend'.

Sliding one leg over the other, she repositioned herself on the small bench. Today seemed one of those days where she couldn't sit still. She almost felt a little similar to her and Ryan's Border Collie. Border Collies were overactive dogs who required lots of exercise or they'd get easily bored. That's why Nike had picked one as their dog. She got bored without exercise as well, and she figured that Lila would be a great jogging partner. Though her jogging was more like a mortal's full-out sprint. The girl was still a little unsure of whether or not that would tire Lila out, or if the dog would be perfectly happy with it. She was thinking that it would be the former for at least a while since she tended to run a lengthy amount at a ridiculous speed. "Your chances are probably pretty good without my mocha anyways," The goddess smiled, and her comment was actually probably true behind the joke of it. He'd probably be better off without her seriously unhealthy choice.

Alex's question received a small laugh from the immortal. "Yes, in fact, I have heard that." A smile graced her lips as she compared him and the last person that had given her that compliment. One, very polite and nice. The other, a real jerk, if she was being honest. Which she most definately was. Somehow she doubted that she could actually be an actress. Sure she was sometimes very good at conveying emotions, but Nike didn't think that she could actually take a script seriously. If anything she'd end up laughing her butt off during a supposedly tragic scene. And she didn't think that was what movie directors were looking for. "I figured," Nike whispered, a laugh laced in among her words. It was either he could see through the Mist, or he was just one of those people who believed on their own. Now they usually were thrown in an institution. Even though they were accurate when they assumed that the gods existed. "Good, I'm glad." Nike flashed him a bright smile, genuinely glad that he was doing well. He didn't seem like one who deserved to be unhappy.

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[Alexander Ruckshack]

Alex started to wonder what this goddess was doing here. Living a life of immortality must be hard. Hard, but like everything, it had its positives. Wouldn't the gods or goddess get bored a lot? He'd think so. If you had forever to live, then well, that sort of explained everything. Alex gave a slight smile and then curiosity took over him. "So, what are you doing in New York?" he finally asked. He didn't expect her to fully answer or anything. If she didn't want him to know, then she didn't need to tell him. He was a mortal and she was a goddess, after all. All his life, Alex had been taught to respect his elders and betters and all that good stuff. All in all, he had had a pretty decent life and childhood. He had been loved and he knew how to love back and tease and everything a normal boy should. Compared to some other people he knew, his life was awesome. Sure, he had some problems as all kids did growing up, but overall his life was fine. Alex didn't think he would want to change the way he was brought up for the world. He tried to think of that a lot (sometimes against his better judgement) when things were going rough for him. He knew somewhere out there that there was another person or group that was having a harder time than him. You were never on top of anything. There was always someone else out there. Someone who was braver, smarter, better at fighting and had a harder life.

This goddess of victory seemed to be very nice. Then again, he had to remind himself: looks could be deceiving. If she was deceiving him, she was doing a dang good job of it. She could make a career out of it. From his Greek Mythology classes, he had been told and taught that all the gods and goddesses were cruel. That they didn't care about their kids or anyone at all. When bad things happened, it was the gods' wrath on the mortals. Hopefully he wouldn't keep his prior knowledge of that as a bias. The immortals that the mortal had been meeting over the past few weeks had been proving that information wrong at every turn. Nike being the most (even though he had just met her) then Hecate. Nike was being absoulutly great to him. Hecate had been nice yet a bit creepy. He still couldn't get over the shock of being attacked by those monsters with her. On the bright side, he did have possession of a very cool weapon now. He wasn't sure if he would or could ever use it, but it was awfully nice of Hecate to give it to him. It was a great little tool to have. All weapons at his command with only one thing to carry around. At the moment, it was resting as a switchblade in his jeans pocket. He hoped that he would never have to use it against another monster or have to fight one ever again. It was very scary to say the least. At least he hadn't been tramauised or anything. That would of been bad. Alex wondered if he could ever repay her or thank her enough fr giving him such a good tool. Even though the sixteen year old didn't like weapons, he had to admit, the weapon he had received was pretty awesome.

She seemed to be a bit lost in thought. Alex kept his silence, he respected when people wanted and needed to think by themselves. It was sort of essential for martial arts, so he grew up with that moral as well. At least he had had a better up bringing than his brother. Half brother. It was still so werid to imagine that Ryan Simons, who was a demigod and a son of the god, Ares was his blood brother. It was so weird! Well, he wasn't anything special, he was sure a lot of mortals had demigods for siblings. There were probably plenty of mortals who had fallen in love with gods or goddess and then moved on to their normal mortal lives and normal families. That was how these familes went. Alex wondered how it was like having a demigod as a sibling. He sort of knew, but not really. He hadn't lived with his half god sibling. Just knew him for two years; but still, it wasn't the same. Then again, he could see through the Mist. That was sort of unusual as Hecate had pointed out. The mortal still couldn't see how in Hades Ryan was his brother. It was bizzare. For one, from what Kath had told him, they had both changed, by a lot. Now, seven years later, they were as opposite and different as night and day. Then again, as he had been taught in kung fu, evey thing was different yet the same. Everything needed it's opposite to be whole and all of that mystical stuff.

The mortal let out a slight sigh and turned so he was facing the immortal a bit more comfortably. He really had to start getting his better posture back. Wandering around for these past few weeks had made him rather lazy. For a few days he thought of just randomly practicing kung fu in an empty alley way or something, but then decided against it. Not that he cared if people thought he was weird and all, but he just didn't want to go looking for trouble. He had been in good shape with Kath and he had to admit, that fight that he had done with Hecate could of been a bit more successful on his part. The sixteen year old couldn't help but give a slight shiver. He grinned. "Ah, alright, just making sure is all," he said with a laugh. Truth be told, he didn't really like coffee or anything like that; it gave him a headache. His eyes grinned as he looked at the goddess; being around Nike was proving to be rather fun. Here was a goddess who knew how to joke off and have fun. Even though her attitude was all over positive right now, Alex was sure that she could be scary when she wanted to, almost anyone could.

He smiled at her as she said that she had heard that before. "I'm not surprised," he said with a tease. He was being honest, he sort of did see her as an actress. Perhaps she had done that for a few years of her life. Besides, she was around since well... he had no idea. A very long time, quite obviously with her immortal status. He almost laughed. "Thought you would. Either that, or I've kept my head in the clouds for way to long and to much," he chuckled. He started to wonder about things. Why had statues been getting up and walking? His mom had never told him that. Why had he seen that of all things? Kath said she didn't know why. Alex wasn't sure about that. She was a pretty convincing liar on a daily basis. That ability could prove useful at some points and very frustrating at others. Mostly because he wasn't sure when she was telling him the truth and when she wasn't. He smiled at her. "Thanks." Then he decided to ask her. She surly wouldn't get angry... right? "Nike..." he asked slowly, lowering his voice a bit. "Two years ago I was at my aunt's house in Manhattan and I saw statues getting up..." he said, pausing slightly. "Does that happen every day or was that just a one time occurrence sort of thing?"[/size]

OCC: Sorry the reply took so long
Character Name: Alexander Ruckshack aka Alex
Mood: Happy, Curious
To: Nike
IC Word Count: 1,323
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy

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[*nike*]

What was she doing in New York? That was a very good question; one that she could only kind of answer. She was here to get a drink from Starbucks for one thing. Though she probably could have just as well picked a chocolate milk out of her fridge at her house. Although she supposed that the mortal boy probably expected her to be chilling up at Olympus, drinking ambrosia, and laughing at mortals such as himself. She knew that that was the last thing that she would be doing, but Alex didn't know that. He didn't know about her annoyance with cocky types of gods, or her preference for hanging around with either mortals or demi-gods. Which she didn't expect him to, considering he didn't know her in the slightest, and because any normal demi-god or mortal who could see through the Mist, would expect her to be a cocky brat. She couldn't blame them for making that assumption. Her title 'goddess of victory' just kind of made it one of those things that you would assume without even thinking about it.

"Well I suppose I'm here for.." The goddess trailed off, tapping her fingers against the hot coffee cup as she debated her answer. She could say the coffee, but that would seem inaccurate. "A cure for boredom?" It sounded more like a guess, than an actual statement, but she did think of it as what she was doing. It was either sitting at home watching The Little Mermaid, listening to Ryan snap at her, or this. This had sounded the most appealing at the time, which she supposed it was turning out to be pretty okay. Alex seemed much nicer than some of her options back at camp, and much brighter than the mortal friends that she had. And yes she did in fact have a couple of mortal friends. She was a social person, and she'd strike up a conversation with just about anyone if she so desired. One of her best friends in the 90s had in fact been some mortal guy. He was like 35 now though, so they weren't really friends anymore. It wasn't that she wouldn't mind being his friend, she didn't really care about the age factor, but he probably would have found it odd that she still looked exactly the same as she had 20 years ago. To her, she just wasn't sure if it would be worth it to change appearance and all all of the time. She was used to this one form now, basically she was 21 all of the time, because it was the perfect age. Not too old, but old enough to go out partying if she felt like it.

"You okay?" Nike raised an eyebrow, easily picking up on the almost unnoticeable shudder. She didn't really want to be pushy about anything, but she wanted to let him know that she was open to listening if he wanted to talk about something. The grin and laugh afterwards made it seem like maybe whatever it had been, was less disturbing than maybe Nike had assumed it was.

The immortal had decided that Alex was kind of like a guy version of that one Apollo girl. Well except she doubted that he loved the Backstreet Boys. But the point was he was a total sweetheart, just like the girl. He was very nice, funny, and well adorable! In that way where you thought a cute little five-year-old was adorable. In shorter words, Nike found him enjoyable company.

"What can I say? I'm just like amazing at everything!" The girl laughed playfully. That comment was far from the truth. She wasn't amazing at cooking, nor football, nor a lot of things. If anything she was near terrible at everything. The only things that she had really perfected included victory, strength, speed, and baking. The first three were obvious, and the last one was just something that she had almost perfected over time. Nike had even considered opening up her own little bakery at one, but had decided that it probably wouldn't be a good idea. She could do all of the baking, but she'd be terrible at keeping track of inventory, and empolyees and what-not. Maybe she could pick up a job at a bakery instead, though that had its drawbacks too. She wasn't a big fan of being told what to do. Nike just liked to drum to her own beat, metaphorically.

"Oh yeahhhh, that," She nodded to herself, remembering that day perfectly. The moving statues would have been cool, if there wasn't the whole looming threat of Kronos, and well if she hadn't seen things similar to it like that before. "Well something like that could happen again I suppose, but it's highly unlikely," Nike assured Alex, though she supposed the first part of her statement wasn't all that reassuring. "Let me repeat, very very unlikely. There was this Titan, and blah, blah, blah. If you want me to like really explain I can, but that's just me shortening the story." She smiled, her dark violet eyes twinkling with laughter at her shortened story.

Tag; Alex
Word Count; 887
Comments; One more time.....I'M SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK FOREVER!!

[Alexander Ruckshack]

During the time that he started to his mother's house and now, the sixteen year old would never of thought that he would find two immortals. He thought that the gods and goddesses just watched the mortal world going around day by day while staying around Olympus. On a random note, he began to wonder what Olympus looked like. It must of looked sort of nice since all the gods were up there and all of them could so their own thing to add to the beauty of it. After finding Kath and learning about the entire other world, Alex had come to realize that all his thoughts about the greek world had been dead wrong. His thoughts had come from school and then he let his imagination take over. The thought about an eye pleasing Olympus might of been one that he'd like to be correct about though. He really needed to get his facts straight about lineage and the different spheres of control if he was to be hanging around and sort of living in the other world. Only a few weeks ago, it was impossible to his mind that someone could live forever. Perhaps not entirely impossible; he had read a Lost Horizon and even though it had been fiction, interesting (and a complete snooze feast) he liked to imagine a few books as real life. With that book's concept of the long life, he sort of fantasized that. It would be good, to an extent. He didn't think he would of ever of picked that book for pleasure reading. Unfortunately, it had been a book assigned in school. He wondered what it was like to live forever, fall in love all the time and have to keep the world running. It had to be frustrating at times to say the least.

Finding Nike in New York was sort of like finding Hecate in the alley way. Sure it was a bit odd, but at least they had been nice. Maybe they liked to be around the mortal world more than the other gods did. He laughed. "That sounds like a good enough reason," he said, grinning. "Better than my reason," he chuckled. Anyone on the street of New York could Nike's response as a plausible answer. If someone asked him why he was in New York, by himself and carrying around a bag of recyclables, then that would be a slightly longer and much much less believable story. Well, less believable to the normal person, slightly suspicious to the Greek World. Honestly, who wouldn't suspect a mortal who knew all about them? At least he had someone to talk too, he had been getting slightly lonely by himself. Usually, Alex liked to be around people and talking with them. Being alone in New York for a few weeks had made him eager for any type of company.

He tapped his fingers on the bench, randomly wondering what things were like at the Bronx. He had no idea what his dad had been on, but he had gone pretty crazy. "Hm?" he asked, looking at Nike. Oh, she had seem him shiver. It looked like she was pretty good about picking things up too. "Yeah... I'm alright," he muttered. "Just thinking about Monsters," he said truthfully. Well, that had been a pleasant note. Getting attacked by the three Furies had been scary. At least he had some experience with monsters; not that he wanted to be attacked again any time soon, but at least if he was, he would sort of know how to fight back. Good thing he had had Hecate with him. If he had been by himself for the first time, he probably would of just stared at them in shock, then died. That would not of been productive. The mortal shook it off and gave the immortal beside him a smile. She was being great company to him.

"Oh of course, Ms. Victory," Alex teased, laughing. Quite naturally she'd be good at her own sphere of control, but everything? True, she could get decently good at something if she put her mind to it; any body could. Since she was the goddess of victory, maybe that meant she wouldn't stop until she was victorious of it. He could of tried to become good at sword fighting, but hated it and dug his heals in. That had been one of his stubborn moments; he didn't have them often, but when he did, he wouldn't let up. Now, however, he was having second thoughts. Maybe he would never get as good as he could of gotten with a teacher, but he was thinking that he should retry sword fighting. Once again, defense only; he wasn't looking to start a fight with anyone at all. The switchblade was in his pocket and he hoped it would stay there, not in use, for a very long time.

Alex wondered if it was alright to bring that subject up. He nodded slightly as understanding came to her eyes about what he was getting at. "I mean... it was before I went to K- well, my mother's and found out about your world and everything, so I was just curious if it had any significance or anything," he explained, feeling like she deserved a reason why he was asking such a bizarre question. He really had to stop saying Kath, it was rude, she was his mother after all, even if she was a complete psycho. "Oh, okay," he nodded. So, it had been almost a once in a life time thing. He had to admit, watching them had been cool, but the after effects nearly a year and a half later (or a few weeks ago to him) hadn't been that pretty. "There was a Titan who what?" Weren't the titans the bad guys in Tartarus? Probably not, he seriously needed to get better at greek mythology. He grinned. "The blah blah sounds interesting," he teased. Then he smiled at her. "Only if you feel up to explaining to me," he said. He didn't mind sitting and listening to her explain, but he didn't want her to if she didn't want to.[/size]

OOC: I tell you, its fine. I'll wait any amount of time for your posts! ... sorry if this one is bad.
Character Name: Alexander Ruckshack
Mood: Happy, Curious
To: Nike
IC Word Count: 1,052
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy

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Good reason? She didn't particularly agree, but if he wanted to say it was then she wouldn't argue. A good reason would have been something along the lines of having a business meeting or maybe that she was in town for some type of walk for cancer. Yes, those were good answers, but boredom was not. "And your reason is...recycling?" Nike guessed, glancing at the plastic bag full of recyclable materials. It was a reasonable guess, but who knew? Maybe he was just a slightly unique kid who collected plastic bottles. Or maybe he peeled off the labels and kept those instead? He didn't really strike her as the geeky, weird kid type though. He seemed more like the nice guy at school who everbody knew and liked. If she went to school, she'd be the sarcastic, yet still friendly girl who half of the people hated, and the other half kind of liked, yet at the same time were a little confused by her personality. "And how is my reason better? You're the one saving the world with your amazing recycling skills!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up for emphasis. The emphasis was probably unlikely though, considering her voice had probably already done that. She had a naturally sounding enthusastic voice, so the gestures just exaggerated that.

His answer to her question made her automatically think of Ryan. They pretty much had the exact same answer, and both of their answers lacked any ounce of truth. Well maybe that was untrue, Alex seemed way better off than the demi-god. "Don't get too worried about them, they're not all that interested in attacking random mortals," She smiled in an attempt to comfort him. "Plus, I'm always here if they decide to try," She wasn't sure how reassuring he would find that, but if a person thought about it, it should have been very reassuring. She was the goddess of three things, all which were quite useful in a fight. Of course, if you looked at the girl right now, you'd see a slim, 21 year old girl in an outfit which was probably not the best for fighting in. Her almost defenseless appearance probably wasn't assuring, but anybody who knew who she actually was would probably be grateful to have her on their side.

"You know that actually is my name as deemed by the state of New York!" Nike informed him. Her name on her driver's license read Nike Victory, as did every other sort of file the United States had on her. Whenever some mythology dork asked about it, she claimed that her parents thought it would be funny to name her after the goddess of victory since her last name was victory. In reality she just lacked the motivation to come up with a better last name for herself. To her it wasn't important, though she had considered sitting around for a day trying to come up with a better last name for herself. Although, she was always unsuccessful. She'd even considered the possibility of French words that meant something either hilarious, or rude. "Sorry, I just lack enough creativity to come up with a better last name for myself," She apologized through a laugh.

"Your mother can see through the Mist too?" The goddess inquired, finding that a bit odd. It wasn't exactly a hereditary thing so much as a person either saw through the Mist or they didn't. Maybe his mother was a demi-god? That seemed unlikely though for some reason. She didn't know why, but that just didn't seem likely. Most demi-gods still lived inside of Camp no matter what their age, because usually if they left they were Monster chow. "Well he...yeah.." She paused, chewing on her lip as she debated how to explain it.

The story was a ridiculously long one, and some parts of it she honestly wasn't clear on. She'd only really gotten involved in the actual physical fighting part of the battle. Well she'd also been talked to by one of the gods on the opposing sides, who'd been trying to convince her to join them, but that was practically a one-sided conversation. Nike had honestly ignored them the whole time that they were talking, and then basically told him to leave her alone. Except she'd used different words, words that were quite harsh. "I'd love to explain..except I'm probably not the best person to be asking. I don't know all the juicy details, but I've got the general gist of it."She explained briefly, biting down on her tongue as she thought about it. "Okay well, let's start off with Luke Castellan. He was one of Hermes' kids who was seriously upset with the gods, right? So, he kind of decided to team up with this Titan named Kronos, who was pretty much rotting in Tartarus. Oh gosh..I'm pretty much the worst explainer ever..." She commented, smacking her forehead with her hand. "Okay do you need me to explain any of what I just said, like Tartarus, or any of the vocabulary?" Nike asked, wondering just how much he knew about the gods and their problems.

Tag; Alex
Word Count; 895
Notes; Sorry, I, myself, seriously suck at explaining stuff, so that's a little bit of me seeping into Nike.

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