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Post by Alexander Ruckshack on Sept 20, 2010 7:27:12 GMT -5
Can't close my eyes They're wide awake Every hair on my body has got a thing for this place Oh empty my heart I've got to make room for this feeling so much bigger than me ~Can't Take It In, Imogen Heap (Chronicles of Narnia)[/size][/font] *Sry for that link, couldn't find it with lyrics or music video that she made so I just decided to get something from what she made it for XD[/color][/size][/right] To Alex, boredom did sound like an okay reason. Everyone got bored; people in New York got bored, so sometimes they'd just go out of their apartments to take a walk. If Alex hadn't known better and he had just thought that Nike was a normal person, then when she said boredom (taking out the knowledge that she didn't originally live in New York) he would of thought that she was just out for a walk or to go out shopping. Either that, or see tourist attractions. Then again, that thought was for regular people. Taken into consideration that she was a goddess, then her answer made a bit more sense. Then she asked his reason and he had to laugh. "Partially," he chuckled, looking down at his bag of bottles and cans that he had accumulated. True, he had been around collecting these, but that wasn't the entire reason; these were just for additional money. Now his real was going to be harder to explain. More so now that he knew what she was. Alex did want to tell her the truth... didn't he? She was being so honest and nice to him, he could only return the favor. He wondered how people from the Greek World would take it. Would they be angry that a mortal knew about them and just wanted to snoop around? Shocked? Curious? He had no idea although he knew that when he had learned about them, he had been shocked, curious, and even a bit, well, frustrated for some reason.
The mortal just hoped that the gods wouldn't zap him for knowing about them and taking curiosity in their kids. He looked at her and grinned, "They're not that amazing, my da probably could of done better," he said modestly. Yeah, she really should go into the theatre area, he thought with amusement. "Besides... I'm not exactly here to just recycle," he said, thinking on how to put it. Finally, after a few seconds of trying to cast around for words, it was way to hard and he just decided to tell her flat out. For a second, he listened to see if there were any approaching foot steps and tried to sense if anyone was around. He still didn't trust his Dark Fighting skills though, so he looked up momentarily and then back to Nike. "I'm looking for the demigods... or anything of the greek world," he muttered. "And I guess I've been lucky over the past few weeks." Now all that was left to do to see how she'd take it.
Just then, the mortal realized that he had just acted like his brother with the whole 'I say I'm alright but I'm really not' response'. Half his mind still couldn't believe that he had a sibling and of all people, Ryan, since, all of his life, he had thought he was an only child. It had been quite a shock initially. He didn't think they looked that much a like at all or anything; if anything, he thought that they were as unmatched as sibling could come. Alex gave her a slight smile and nod, it's not what it had seemed when he met Hecate. "But I can see thought the Mist and I'm not sure if that just, I don't know... do they knew if a mortal can see through the Mist, anyway?" He grinned at her. "I'm sure you will be," he chuckled. Being who you actually are, anyway, he added internally. She looked far from a fighter if you didn't know that she was the Goddess of Victory. He'd be happy to have her on his side in a fight anytime; metaphorically of course, he didn't want to get into any otehr fights any time soon.
"Really?" he asked with a laugh. He had been teasing her, of course, but he had no idea that it was her legal name in New York. "So... Nike Victory huh?" he asked, smiling at her. It sounded like a nice name. For some reason he had never wanted his name changed or anything, he didn't even ask where it came from. To him, he was just Alexander. That's what his parents named him, that's what his name was and that was it, no questions asked. In all reality, if she was just normal, it would be rather different to be named that. Just because your parent's last names were Victory they decided to call their child Nike. He smiled at her. "No, no, I think it's fine!" he chuckled. Sometimes he thought Ruckshack was slightly odd. It sounded like ruckus and shack put together; like rough shack or something, he didn't know. After meeting Kath, he had considered adding Simons on as a hyphenation before Ruckshack, but he still wasn't sure. It wasn't that it would be a long name (which it would be... Alexander James Matthew Simons-Ruckshack, boy would that be a mouthful), but he just sort of still thought it slightly weird that he had family outside of his father and his relatives. He had no idea why he had never asked about a mother in his past. Actually, he had asked, once or twice, but never pushed it. Every time he'd ask, his father would just ignore it. He just grew up like that, so he never really thought about why.
"No, she can't," he said, shaking his head. "But she was involved with the Greek World for a few years and knows about it." He looked at the goddess, a thought coming to his head. "Why? Is it hereditary or just random?" he asked. That was another thing. Why him out of all people, would be chosen to see through the Mist? For a second he had thought it was hereditary. He thought he had gotten it genetically Kath, until he realized that she couldn't see through the Mist nor was a demigod; for a while, he played with the idea of her being a never claimed demigod just because her parent was a minor, forgot about her and didn't care. Although Kath did seen crazy enough to be the daughter of Mania, Phobos, Eris or even that darkness god whose name escaped him at the moment, she wasn't. Then again, having his mother and brother involved with the Greek World could of increased his chances, maybe, he wasn't sure. He had chucked the hereditary idea out the window, perhaps be had been wrong to do so. He watched her. "Seriously, its fine if you don't want to explain right now, I'll learn at some point if I have to," he said, smiling at her.
He started to wonder how many people, mortals or demigods were lost in that battle. It was sad. The only thing he had been awake for was the moving statues. Well, apparently it had been enough for his father. "It's fine," he said, waving away her apology. "General gist is just fine." Besides, when details were useful, they were also rather confusing. "Okay..." Alex nodded, then listened. "No, no, you're not, it's fine," he said, smiling at her. He went on review in his head. Luke Castellan was upset with the gods (probably because his parent ignored him... that would be Alex's reason for being upset, anyway), so he joined Titan Kronos who had been rotting in Tartarus. "No... I think I'm okay," he muttered, trying to remember what he had learned in school. "Tartarus is that really awful place in Hades and Kronos is one of the bad Titans I'm guessing?" He wasn't that much attuned to all the greek world, he really needed to brush up, so he guessed a lesson here and there would help.[/size] OOC: Lol, its completely fine ^^ Where do you think I got Alex's dislike of sweets, coffee and love of recycling? XD I'm not that spectacular at explanations either. Once again, I know you'll detest it, but this should of been up last night. I sorries! Character Name: Alexander Ruckshack... or Lexie if you really wanted to annoy him XD Mood: Happy, Curious To: Nike IC Word Count: 1,334 Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font]
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Post by *nike* on Sept 25, 2010 14:06:21 GMT -5
Biting down on her lip, the goddess refrained from making any comments on Alex’s silence. He seemed to be debating whether or not to elaborate on what he was doing. And honestly, Nike could be a very impatient person, this apparently seemed to be one of those times because she went even so far as to open her mouth to ask him about it. She was able to stop herself though, because she certainly got annoyed when people got nosy, and tried to snoop around in her business. So she usually liked to refrain from being nosy herself, because she knew how frustrating it was. “Pshaw,” She waved off his claim about not being that amazing. “You’re just being modest, which is unnecessary, well at least to a point,” She added the last bit, also knowing all too well that excessive bragging was one of the most annoying things. Well at least it was in her opinion. She found it one of her pet peeves, which the girl had quite a lot of. Thought Nike knew that some of the things she did were probably everyone else’s pet peeves, including her tapping her fingernails, and chewing on her lip. The words ‘No duh’ almost escaped her lips as he commented on being here for something other than recycling. Looking for demi-gods? Well that was an interesting reason for sure. The way it sounded almost made the boy seem like a bit of a stalker, but she knew that that probably wasn’t true. Maybe it was though, she really wasn’t sure on it. It seemed more like maybe he was just curious though, rather than stalkerish. Not that that’s a word, the brunette added to herself. Though she tended to use a lot of made-up words, including stalkerish, sketchville, and other miscellaneous words that most people found odd. “Looking for something in particular?” She tilted her head to the side, curious, but a little suspicious of him at the same time.
Nike shrugged, because honestly she didn’t have much of an answer for the question. She’d really never bothered to figure out whether or not monsters knew which mortals could see through the Mist, because it wasn’t something that either affected her or somebody she knew. The immortal had only really ever met a handful of mortals who could see through the Mist, and honestly before this boy she had found the majority of those ones annoying. They thought they were simply amazing because they saw things that other mortals didn’t, and that got under her skin. “All I know is that in all likeliness they won’t attack you, they’re more after the demi-gods,” Which wasn’t much assurance to demi-gods, but she thought that maybe it eased Alex’s thoughts about getting eaten up by a hellhound or something similar.
“That would be me,” She smiled sheepishly, laughing a bit at her own ‘legal’ name. It was either Nike Victory or Nike Pearson at the time, and somehow she just didn’t think Pearson was very fitting. Pearson was a last name for a dumb jock on the football team, who got drunk on Saturday nights. Or at least that was how she decided to see it. “Sure you do,” She laughed, clearly unbelieving of his claim. Her name was tacky in that Soap Opera show way. She could have been a character on Days of Our Lives with her ‘legal’ name. “Ah,” The goddess nodded her head, already deciding that his mom had been involved with a god. Since Alex was only a mortal, she must have had another kid who happened to be a demi-god. “It’s mostly just random,[” She confirmed, shaking the Starbucks cup to estimate how much coffee remained in it. Unfortunately it seemed that she was nearly out, which was a little sad considering she hadn’t purchased it all that long ago. “Oh no, it’s fine,” Nike smiled, “I just have to set everything straight in my mind.” She finished off the coffee, setting her empty cup down on the cement so that she could throw it out later when she left. “Plus I don’t think you’re going to get that much information out of another god or goddess, or heck even a demi-god.” She pointed out, knowing that any three of those types of people wouldn’t waste their time. Well maybe one of those friendly types of demi-gods would.
“Oh please, my explaining skills are terrible so don’t lie!” Nike laughed quietly, sure that he was probably just trying to be nice. That or he was afraid that he was going to tick her off if he said otherwise. “Correct to both of those questions.” She nodded, wondering where to go from there. “So…lots of other demi-gods who were mad at the gods as well, and well a couple of minor gods joined the bad guy side..And yes, that’s what I’m going to refer to it as. So the bad guy side, were going to try and kill all of the demi-gods, and gods and whatnot, on the good guy side which was going to mostly require them to go and destroy Olympus itself.” Wow this is way harder than I thought it was going to be to explain, Nike shook her head, biting down on her lip as she debated how to continue again.
Tag; Alex Word Count; 923 Comments;...Terrible explainer=Me. [/size]
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Post by Alexander Ruckshack on Sept 25, 2010 19:47:27 GMT -5
It started out as a feeling Which then grew into a hope Which then turned into a quiet thought Which then turned into a quiet word And then that word grew louder and louder 'Til it was a battle cry ~The Call, Regina Spektor[/size][/font] Narnia song with Lyrics! Couldn't find it with Outsiders...[/right] Alex drummed his fingers on the seat, considering how much he should tell her. Nike was biting on her lip and Alex couldn't help a slight chuckle. Looks like someone was getting a bit impatient. Alex, himself, had never really been that impatient. For the most part, he had a rather long fuse; his time in the forest with one angry kid and one hyper kid probably lengthened his fuse and patience. He gave his head a slight shake and grinned. Then he went back to thinking if he really should tell her a lot or not. She seemed trust worthy, but he still wasn't sure if she'd blow on him or anything. Alex didn't know why he thought Nike would be angry at him or anything, but for some reason, he was just exercising slight caution.
He gave a slight smile and just shook his head as she waved away that he wasn't that awesome. "You seem pretty awesome yourself," he said, smiling at her. The mortal gave a slight shrug. He never really liked to be put on the spot. In school, he had been the shy kid who never talked much. Heck, he could count the number of words he had said to his teachers (yes, plural) during freshman year. Those words were: Hello, Happy Holidays, Yes, Here, Alex, Thank you. That was the extent of his talking. He had never gotten any friends either since he had been outwardly angry after his father moved Alex to the Bronx without his consent. True, Alex had been quite miffed about the move from upstate New York to the city. Add his dad telling him that one of his best friends had killed his other friend, and making him take kung fu, and Alex wasn't that happy. He shook it off and wondered how Nike would take his 'looking for demigods' answer. At first, he was thinking that he would sound sort of like a stalker or something. Seriously? Out in New York just to get a tiny chance to see a half god? "Eh..." Alex mused. He really wasn't sure if he was looking for anything in particular. No monsters, that was for sure. "Nothing that specific..." he muttered. "Just curious." Gosh he must sound so weird and suspicious around her. Then again, he was sort of wondering if he would run into his half brother; that was one thing he wasn't sure if he should be excited about or not though.
The mortal began thinking back to the time that Hecate had showed him what it would of been like if he couldn't see through the Mist. He wondered what Nike would look like if he couldn't see. Hecate had sure looked different, so did her three headed dog. The sixteen year old gave a inward smile. Fluffy! he thought randomly. Yes, he was a Harry Potter fan and not afraid to admit it. He still couldn't believe that the series had come to an end though... so sad. Alex turned his attention back to the goddess nodded. "Yeah, guess so," he said. Kath had told him that as well. The Monsters were more after the demigods than the mortals who could see through the Mist. Quite personally, Alex didn't really think himself that special. Sometimes he liked that he could see, sometimes he didn't. One of the didn't points was that he got kicked out of the house.
"It's unique," he said, grinning at her. Then he remembered something from when he was younger. "Quite honestly, I thought my last name was weird when I was a kid," he chuckled. "Ruckshack, sheesh! It sounds like a backpack or a fun house or something," he laughed, his gentle brown eyes lit up with laughter. He smiled at her. "Nah, it sounds fine to me," he said, giving her a smile. "I think it's sort of original... especially if it was a normal kid."
"Mhm..." Alex mused, still not believing that his mother had been involved with a god. It was just... creepy. THen he had a random thought. Had Kath and his dad ever been married? Gotten a divorce? Kath had clearly freaked Derrick out so much that he had ran... with Alex. He had gotten so much information in just a few days that he was still trying to process all of it. "Oh," he nodded. Well, good to know that. "Ah, alright," he said, turning his attention to her as she said that she was fine with explaining things to him. She put her coffee cup down and from the sound it made, Alex guessed it was empty. "Did you enjoy your coffee and whip cream?" he teased. He nodded. "Ah, okay." He wondered why. Gods and goddesses were pretty clear. Most of them weren't friendly, or so he had been taught. Nike had proved that wrong so far. Hecate had been nice, but had a way creepy element to her. Perhaps he'd get bias from other gods and goddesses or whatever; they'd probably not even want to deal with a mortal. The demigods? He had no idea why they wouldn't tell him. Maybe they'd get suspicious or paranoid or something. It was true, it wasn't every day a mortal came around and said that he knew about their world and whatnot. Oh well, what mattered was that he was learning now.
"Oh shush, you'll be absolutely fine," Alex said, shaking his head and waving her claim away. "And I'm not lying," he said, shaking his head. He wasn't trying to be nice either. Everyone had their own ways of explaining things, and in his book, there was really no such thing as a bad explanation. Knowledge was knowledge, it was just how the person interpreted it. "Oh, okay. So I'm not as dumb as I thought I was," he said with a laugh. He listened to her and nodded. "Well... I wouldn't think it possible that just demigods, mortals and minor gods could bring Olympus down..." he said, thinking. However, he could see where the demigods got their anger to the gods from. Some parents had never claimed their kids or paid any attention to them. Some didn't care and just left, leaving them with the single parent. That would probably tick him off. Then again, he was sort of in that situation, but not exactly, so he wasn't ticked.OOC: Oh come on! You're FINE at explaining! ^^ Nice Alex... one of the last threads with him XD Character Name: Alexander Ruckshack Word From the Character: Aww come on Nike, you're a good explainer ^^ Mood: Happy, Curious To: Nike IC Word Count: 1,095 Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font]
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Post by *nike* on Sept 26, 2010 22:05:55 GMT -5
Nike glanced up at the sound of Alex’s laugh, almost startled by it, but not quite. It appeared that he had picked up on her impatience. “Sorry,” She smiled sheepishly, rubbing her neck in embarrassment. Normally people didn’t pick up on her small actions so she didn’t have to worry about offending anyone, or embarrassing herself. “I swear I sometimes have ADHD myself,” She claimed, because honestly she was just as restless as those demi-gods were sometimes. People would think that after a couple of thousand years that she would have developed some patience, but one would be surprised.
“Aw, well thank you sweetheart,” Her lips twitched upward into a shy smile. Complements were the one things that could really make her shy. She didn’t do the whole ‘I’m-amazing’ attitude that other gods had, well unless of course she was joking about it. Which she’d admit that she did quite frequently. Even referring to Alex as sweetheart didn’t make her shy, she called a lot of people by those types of names. She called Ryan ‘mon cherie’ which translated to my darling, and she probably referred to some of the other demi-gods as similar names. Darling was her favorite one to use, though she’d use any one that she preferred. She used the little names out of habit, though she was unsure of where she’d pick those up as a habit. Maybe it was because her mother and father used to call her darling, and sweetheart all of the time. Sometimes she wondered if they actually remembered her name, because she couldn’t really remember many times when they’d actually called her Nike. “Understandable,” She nodded in response to his comment about simply being curious about the demi-gods. “But the creepy muttering kind of makes it seem more like you’re a bit of a stalker,” The goddess added teasingly, her suspicion fading because of the tone of honesty that seemed to lay in his voice.
“Unique?” Nike laughed, finding it the opposite of that. Ruckshack? Well that was a bit of an odd name, but then again so were a lot of last names. Look at any page in the phonebook and you could find at least 20 or so unusual names. “I think that is legitimately like a backpack!” She exclaimed, her laughter attracting the attention of several of the people standing around the library. Not that she really minded, if they wanted to stare than let them stare. “Oh…no, wait. That’s a rucksack,” She corrected herself, amused at her own mistake in vocabulary. “It’s a shame it’s not for a normal kid though.”
“As a matter of fact, I did.” She confirmed, her violet eyes dancing with laughter. “Thanks for asking,” Nike added, wiping her chin to make sure that no remnants of whip cream remained. It would have been a bit embarrassing if she had been walking around with a whip cream mustache or beard for the rest of the day. Despite enjoying her drink she could have gone with a bit of water to wash down the chocolate taste. Sometimes Starbucks went a little overkill on the flavors. Not that they didn’t taste good, but the richness could get to her.
“If you say so,” Nike mumbled, tapping her fingers on her chin. Apparently she was only a terrible explainer in her opinion. Well and probably in the opinion of rude people, which Alex was not. And she appreciated that. “Hey! You’re not dumb!” She insisted, before quickly adding as a joke, “Or at least not that dumb.” Obviously they weren’t strong enough to bring down Olympus, since it was quite clear that they’d failed. “…I think I forgot that there were quite a few Titans included in the group, as well as a lot of monsters.” She smiled a little sheepishly, wondering if she’d forgotten that small fact. Which she probably did because she tended to forget quite a few things. “Alright so…Hmm.. Big battle in Manhattan near the Empire State Building, right? Um..Oh crap, forgot!” She mumbled, smacking her head as she realized she left something out. “So the kid Luke, decided to allow Kronos to kind of possess his body..Okay then there’s these two demi-gods, Percy, and Annabeth, went to stop Kronos from destroying Olympus.” She paused, giving the boy some time to process all of what she’d just said.
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Post by Alexander Ruckshack on Sept 29, 2010 20:20:30 GMT -5
A gentle smile flitted across Alex face as the immortal apologized. "No problem," he said, still with a trace of a grin upon his face. He watched her rub her neck. "No reason to be embarrassed," he said with a kind smile and waving her apology away with a shake of his head. Now that he thought about it, emotion reading, along with patience had been arts worth perfecting Arts that he didn't necessarily have when he was seven, and things that he was happy that he could do now, it just took one kid to make him realize it. "It's fine," he replied to her, a slight chuckle in his voice. He had never been as restless as to think he had ADHD, but he did have some restless moments; like when he was about to go into a spar, he couldn't stay still.
He looked at her. "You're welcome." It was true, Nike was pretty awesome. From how she'd been around him so far, anyway. He was sure she would be great in battle as well as just being a friend with the whole Goddess of Victory thing. All in all, she seemed pretty modest, but loved to joke around. Now that he thought about it, he had never really been called sweetheart. He had been raised by his dad for the major majority of his life. That, plus he doubted that Kath would ever call him sweetheart. She didn't seem like the tender name sort of person. So, as he figured, the odds of getting called sweetheart from his parents were not in his favor. Alex didn't mind though, he wasn't used to it, anyway. The only nicknames he was used to was Al or Alex; those two, plus Lexi, which Edmund had called him; he had given Alex the female nickname for Alexis or Alexandra or something like that. It was used mostly to tease him, but it had some getting used to at first. Other than the dead eight year old, no one had ever called him that. Alex gave a nod. His in general interest, plus the fact that he had a demigod brother that he had no idea about for the past fifteen years was enough curiosity to drive him to try and find the demigods. He chuckled, his eyes bright. "Oh, really?" he asked in a teasing mutter.
Yeah, his name wasn't the weirdest ever. You always had the ones from foreign countries that sounded odd to Americans. "Well, not the craziest," he said, shrugging. Then, after a moment of consideration of what he said, he laughed. "Wait, hang on. Maybe I'm mixing it up rucksack," he mused. Nike realized her own mistake and he chuckled. "Yup, I defiantly did," he said, grinning and shaking his head as she mentioned it. Then he smiled. "That it is..." he said, grinning and chuckling as she realized her own mistake. "Messed that one up too," he laughed. Ah well, they all made mistakes at one point or another. Ruckshack, rucksack... just add or subtract one letter and the person either got a backpack or his last name. True, it wasn't for a normal person, but it still sounded alright.
"Awesome!" Alex laughed. "Good to hear that they make good coffee with whip cream." Not that he'd ever buy it, coffee gave him a headache, but it was good to hear that Nike had enjoyed it. She seemed like the sort of person (or goddess) that deserved to enjoy life... a whole eternity of it. To bad that reality and life hit people hard sometimes. Even if they had an eternity to life, sometimes they wouldn't get certain problems cleared up. Then again, the immortals had an eternity to face an many problem. Alex wondered if they dealt with it the same way mortals did. His dark brown eyes went back to Nike's purple ones. "No problem," he said, giving her a smile.
"Yeah, I so say so!" Alex proclaimed with a grin. People were their own worst critic. For example, Alex thought his sword fighting was terrible... wait, it really was; Kath said so herself. Ah well, he didn't have the fighting genes; in his mind it was good, in Kath's mind, not so much. Alex laughed and shook his head. "Eh," he pondered, shrugging modestly. "Well... I do have those blank out moments..." he mused as she told him he wasn't dumb. He laughed and shook his head as she teased him. "... and what's my name again?" he laughed. He listened to her. "Nah, that's fine," he said, smiling; everyone forgot some minor details every one and a while. Himself included. "I'm thinking that they joined the bad side?" Titans and monsters... they sounded like evil material in his head. "Big battle in Manhattan the Empire state building..." he repeated. Whoa, how could he have missed that? Well, for one, he didn't think his relatives house was near the State Building, he had just seen the statue action of the battle. He gave a slight smile. "Nah, it's fine," he said, and waited for her to think of the thing that she had forgotten to add. "So the Luke kid really wasn't evil? He just let the bad guy take over his body?" he asked. Sure, a kid could be angry at the gods, but that didn't automatically make him evil and all. "So Percy and Annabeth were able to stop Olympus from going down..." Alex said, his mind trying to process all of it. "Okay... I think I got it," he confirmed, smiling at Nike. OOC: Lol, once again, sry for the lateness Character Name: Alexander Ruckshack aka Alex... or Lexi Mood: Happy, Curious To: Nike IC Word Count: 957 Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font]
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Post by *nike* on Oct 1, 2010 22:31:06 GMT -5
Alex was slightly changing Nike's opinions about mortals. She thought they were nice but not too bright, but now he was proving her thoughts otherwise. He seemed pretty intelligent though that was probably due to his ability to see through the Mist. "Still, sorry," She repeated with a small smile. The apologies were a bit of a habit, she didn't usually like to offend people so she threw the 'sorries' in just to make sure that she really didn't offend. They served more of as a precaution as opposed to an actual necessity, since most people tended to enjoy her company. Well that or half of them found her annoying. That one she didn't mind though, because she wasn't going to change her personality to please them.
The goddess considered apologizing for the small 'sweetheart' tacked on, because she'd met quite a few people that hated being called anything of the such. Some guys found it, they claimed, degrading, some had girlfriends and they got annoyed with it. She decided against the apology though for he didn't seem that bothered by that either. "Just a tad bit," She confirmed, holding her fingers a small distance apart to use as an example. The muttering was a characteristic trait for a stalker, combined with the 'looking for the greek world' answer at least. It was a bit strange and the collecting bottles was as well, but it was probably just Nike's overanalyzing personality kicking in.
"Very good point, I've met quite a lot of people with even more 'unique' names." Though she'd had quite an extended period of time to meet said people. Even first names were starting to get pretty freaky. For example just the other day she'd met someone whose actual name was Spartacus. No joke there, and it literally had been yesterday and not a couple hundred or thousand years ago. "Well it's only a letter difference so really?! Who can blame us for getting confused!" She exclaimed semi-dramatically. It was a valid point though, they almost sounded the same as well.
"It's actually a white chocolate mocha. Sheesh, get it right!" Nike corrected with a small wink of the eye. The name or she supposed, type, wasn't actually important or relevent, but she chose to include it just as a small joke. Though it did happen to have coffee in it, and probably quite a bit of it. What could she say? She loved anything that was coffee. Coffee ice cream, plain coffee, coffee-flavored candy, and so on and so forth. The coffee flavored Werther's were a little iffy though, in her opinion.
The goddess shrugged at his comment about blanking out. "Everybody has those," Which was completely true. She did it all of the time, sometimes even when people were talking to. It was sort of like you read a whole page of the book, but then you realize you don't actually remember what happened so you have to reread several times before you can actually focus on it. "Hm...Can't quite remember really," She played along, a chuckle sounding in her throat. "Correct, as well." Nike nodded. It seemed her explanation just seemed to keep spiraling downward. "Well actually he was evil, so he willingly let the Titan possess his body and all. So the boy, Luke, took a swim in the Styx River. Which nearly makes a person immotal except for one weak spot where if they are stabbed, they are so dead." Nike pursed her lips as if that were a real bummer. "Well anyways in the end, the Annabeth girl, I believe, convinced Luke to kind of break through the possesion and stab himself."
Note: So don't worry about it, considering my post was terrible!
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Post by Alexander Ruckshack on Oct 3, 2010 10:45:00 GMT -5
Alex gave a slight chuckle and shook his head. "I still say no reason to be. No problem," he said, giving her a warm smile. She seemed like a very nice person indeed. "And I'm not just being polite," he added with a slight grin. "Just to clarify." In truth, little could really get him upset and worked up. If people where out to upset him or make him really angry, not many things worked; he had developed a very long fuse when he was little. Good thing too, it was really useful to have. Why get worked up over small things? Besides, it took a lot of energy to be angry... and well, a lot of energy to be overly hyper, but still. Better to be overly hyper happy than want to chop someone's head off ever second.
Yes, he was aware he looked weird carrying around a load of bottles and cans. He was helping the environment, but he was getting money too. His money had almost run out as he had been running around the city, so this was one way of getting money. Alex didn't have any working papers or anything on him, so he couldn't really get a job. He tapped his fingers on the bench and then looked at the people just passing by. Watching people just walk by, along with window shopping had become his habit while wandering around the city. A slight smile flickered across Alex's face. "Yeah, guess so," he said with a slight shrug.
"Yeah," Alex agreed. There were some people with really odd names around; not laughable, but ones that you wouldn't hear on a daily basis. His school had been rather diverse and there, he had seen and heard a few names that he had never even though would of existed. There were some people from China, Brazil, Africa, Hati, you name the place, at least one kid was there or had a slight origin to it. Then there was the literature world where some of the characters had absurd names. Naming their kids after flowers and other quirky things. Harry Potter names had a lot to do with flowers: Petunia, Lily, Pansy... okay, maybe not a lot of flower names, but a fair few. Then there was the weird name from The Outsiders: Ponyboy. Sodapop as a name was a bit odd, but it was something he was used to hearing. How the heck had the author come up with the name of Ponyboy? And then there had been this movie that they had watched in school called MoonDance Alexander about a girl and raising a horse. At first Alex had thought MoonDance was the horse's name, but it turned out to be the girl's. The mortal laughed and nodded. One letter difference could be confusing. Now that he actually thought about it, when he was younger, one or two of his teachers had actually called him Rucksack when they first went down the list. They eventually realized their own mistake since Alex was to shy to correct them. "Yup," he chucked. They both did look and sound very similar.
The sixteen year old laughed. To tell the truth, he could tell the difference from coffees at all. All he knew was that he liked the smell of Hazel Nut coffee; it was addicting, sort of like the Sharpie smell. A random thought hit him: Why was the Sharpie smell so addicting anyway? He liked the smell of Hazel Nut coffee, but not the taste. "Okay okay, gee!" he groaned, feigning hurt. He shook his head teasingly. "You'd think saying the wrong name was the end of the world," he laughed. From what he had gathered from his dad there were different types of coffee. Lattes, mochas and... that was all he could come up with. Alex remembered trying them and either never trying them again, or semi spitting it out. Fun times.
"True," Alex nodded as the goddess pointed out that everyone had blank out moments. Usually when Alex was reading a book for enjoyment, it stuck in his head. When he had to read a book for school, then he had to reread a page several times before actually having the words sink in. Alex grinned. "Well, that makes two of us then," he laughed. He nodded. "Alright." The mortal continued to listen to Nike's explanation. "Wow, that's crazy," Alex said, staring at her. One swim in the River Syx. He gave a slight wince. "Ouch," he grimaced. "So.... he died?" he asked, remembering what she said. That if you got stabbed in one particular spot, you'd die. The teenager looked at her, slightly sad. Even though Nike had said that he was evil, Alex could sort of see where he had been coming from and felt sort of bad for him. Even though he already knew the answer to this, he felt compelled to ask. "Did a lot of other demigods die?" Of course a lot did dummy,[/i] his mind said. They were in a war.[/i][/size][/font] OOC: *shakes head* Your posts are always awesome, like you ^^ Character Name: Alexander Ruckshack Word From the Character: Poor Luke.... Mood: Happy, Curious, Slightly Sad To: Nike IC Word Count: 854 Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font]
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Post by *nike* on Oct 8, 2010 19:48:51 GMT -5
"Fine, fine, fine. Though I think you still would've said that even if you really were lying." Nike pointed out, lining her lips with a layer of chapstick to soften them. She really believed that he was too nice to make even one little comment that could make someone else feel bad. Whoever had raised him had done a pretty good job of making sure he turned out a positive and happy person. It was a shame that there weren't more people around like him. The world would be a better place overall. Sadly though, none of the Titans or neglected minor gods could ever have his attitude. If they had then there never would have been a Titan/Olympian war in the first place. In her opinion, the minor gods were being a little overdramatic when they decided to join the Titans just because they weren't as noticed as the Olympians. Was that really so important to them? Because Nike didn't actually care who did or didn't notice her.
Tilting her head to the side, she finally decided to ask the question that had been picking at her. "Would you mind telling me exactly, why you're carrying around a bag of recyclables?" She raised an eyebrow. It wasn't that big of a deal, but it was playing at her curiosity. "I mean, yay for the environment and all, but I'm just wondering." The goddess tacked on the last statement, just to clarify that she wasn't anti-environment. She simply expected there to be some sort of ulterior motive behind his recycling habit. Not many people these days still did things just to get a fuzzy, warm feeling in their heart.
At one point in her overly extended life, Nike'd tried working a job involving sorting medical files. That was where she had learned just how unique names could be. Not to mention, she'd also learned just how unique some medical cases could get. She didn't care much for the 'Confidential' labels, and so she read the files whenever she was bored. Luckily her increased sense of hearing meant she never got caught. Also her speed had even made her one of the top workers there. She'd sort for nearly an hour, when she'd run out of files, then she'd sit there for the rest of the day, reading about so-and-so's medical condition. Nike actually found medical information very interesting.
"How do you know it's not the end of world because of that?" She inquired with a small joking exclamation to the end of her question. As far as she knew, his lack of specifity wouldn't effect how long the world would live for. Neither would that stupid Mayan calendar. The world ending in 2012? Oh give me a break, Nike muttered internally. She certainly wasn't superstitious, especially since she had no reason to be. The gods had been around long before the Mayans, and if there was going to be any end to the world, she would've know about it a long time ago.
"Apparently, we're not the brightest of people." The immortal laughed, though she only half agreed with her own statement. She could sometimes be pretty dumb in her own way. She may have been smarter than the mortals, and demi-gods for the most part, but that didn't mean she didn't still trip over sidewalk cracks, and have those annoying blonde moments. "Unfortunately yeah, but now he's a ghost. I actually met him the other day. He seemed pretty nice to me," Nike smiled, recalling her encounter with the ghostly Hermes boy. She almost laughed just remembering how the only thing he really wanted was one of the cupcakes she was baking at the time. "Yeah, quite a few did." Nike frowned, remembering the bloody battle in specific detail. Her memory of it was near sickening to her.
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Post by Alexander Ruckshack on Oct 9, 2010 21:15:22 GMT -5
"Nope!" Alex protested, shaking his head. An amused expression flickered over his face, Nike was quite the character. He watched, a bemused expression his face while the brunette girl applied chapstick. "I thought you looked just fine without it," he commented with a smile at the immortal. The sixteen year old had never really saw the point in lipstick or chapstick or make-up for that matter. Then again, he was a guy and he never had anything to do with that stuff. Alex had never been into theatre or dance so he never had to wear any sort of cosmetic products associated with it. Alex had always thought natural looks were best and that make-up could distort you to an extent to where you didn't look like what you were originally supposed to look like, if people could see his logic in the matter.
Alex had always been a really shy with a dash of weird kid in school. Then again, having to transfer schools in the middle of the year when he was nine didn't help. His dad hadn't even asked him if he wanted to move! All he remembered is getting picked up and then he had fallen asleep again. Next moment, they were buying an apartment in the Bronx. How his dad had gotten all their stuff together so fast, Alex would never know. He got shook out of his thoughts as Nike asked him why he was carrying around a bunch of bottles and cans. He couldn't help but laugh. "Well, yes that," Alex nodded with a grin. Yes, recycling was part of it; but not the entire. "Just to get some extra cash I suppose." It was true, he was sorta running out of the $150 that he had ran with.
The mortal ran through some names he had heard in his class when he was a younger kid and living near a large forest. He actually really missed the forest. They didn't really have one in the middle of the Bronx. His father had taken him through some nature trails, but it still wasn't the same as the forest he had gone into when he was a kid. It had sort of a calming effect on him and it had been lots of fun. Sure, you would get cuts, bruises and hits from when a tree branch would hit you, but then again, what's life without a little risk? Actually, the one and only scar on Alex (thankfully Kath hadn't pummeled him) was tiny. It was from getting hit by a tree branch when he was playing in the clearing. That had not been fun. He had to explain to his dad, who had been rather unhappy. For a few days, Alex was actually in jeopardy to be banned from going into the woods.
He began to give it fake thought. "It's... coffee?" he asked, a slight grin on his face. "Unless it's the crazy coffee that explodes the second you get its name wrong," he chuckled. Yes, he had heard of the 2012 stuff and he wasn't buying it. He had asked his father when the school had started to go bezerk over it and Derrick told him not to worry. They had been predicting it before, again and again, and it had never once happened. Alex wasn't buying that anything was going to happen any time soon. It was just something to get the world excited and or scared about and seriously, they didn't need any more chaos. They had Eris for that. Which made him think: Did she come up with that rumor or was it on one of the ancient calenders or according to scientists or whatnot?
"Apparently not," he teased, grinning at her. He was a mortal, and did have his stupid moments. It was weird, especially when he blanked when someone would ask his address or phone number. They were things that he knew, for sure and were used to writing down and such on mailing labels or whatever. However, people didn't necessarily just say phone numbers repeatedly. They just... knew it. Once or twice, Alex had actually started giving his old address and phone number. Those would be no good, he wondered if his house was still there. How the heck had his father found that place? it was practically in the middle of no where! "Oh..." Alex said, nodding. So Luke was still here, floating around as a ghost. "You did? That's nice," he said, smiling at her. Good to hear that he was being nice. Maybe he wasn't as bad as she had said he was when Kronos was taking over his body. Alex's face twisted into a slight frown. "That stinks..." he sighed. Lots of demigods gone just in one showdown. One battle was all it took for many to be lost.Character Name: Alexander Ruckshack aka Alex, Al or Lexi Word From the Character: And this is why violence is never the answer Mood: Happy, Slightly Sad To: Nike the Awesome ^^ IC Word Count: 827 Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font]
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Post by *nike* on Oct 20, 2010 19:42:04 GMT -5
“Yeah-huh!” Nike nodded her head rapidly, very aware of the fact that she looked like a preschooler at that moment. The last time she’d seen someone have this type of argument was on a Disney channel movie. She believed it was something about llamas, or maybe it was alpacas. Either way it was practically the same thing. They were probably members of the same animal type family. The immortal gave me a small puzzled look before glancing at the chapstick. “It’s for the chapped lips, not so much appearance,” She held up the chapstick, revealing that it was completely clear. The only thing it added possibly was the smell of strawberries since it was Strawberry Softlips. She wasn’t a big fan of makeup herself. The only time she used much was when she was dressing up for something, and even then she didn’t do all that much. Make-up just took too much time and a lot of the time it wasn’t even worth the effort because Nike did too many active things for it to even stay in its place. Mascara and lipstick smudged, she didn’t have a steady enough hand to apply eyeliner, and eyeshadow was just too complicated to match colors and blend and what-not. Blush was a possibility, but that usually faded away by noon anyways.
“Ohhh, alright then.” She nodded in understanding, content that she now had the explanation for his recycling habit. “Sorry it’s just you don’t see a lot of people collecting recyclables.” Nike smiled at the light sound of his laughter. It was probably the cheeriest sound within a couple of blocks. She found Manhattan to be a sort of depressing area. It seemed a lot less cheery and joyful then other simple places. There were too many cynical people, and everyone always seemed in too much of a hurry. The constant sound of car horns honking was proof of that. The goddess preferred smaller cities where there was less hustle and bustle. She’d lived down in Savannah, Georgia once and that had probably been near perfect for her. It was a town right along the beach, and it was fairly quiet and small. The smell of the ocean was also enjoyable in her opinion.
Sometimes she thought that maybe she had made a mistake in moving from there, but the area around Camp Half-Blood offered a more social experience. Sure she could be social in Georgia, but she preferred the company of demi-gods over the company of mortals. Though she could admit some mortals were certainly good company. And luckily for her, Nike practically had her little unlimited bank account so she still owned a beach house down in Georgia. She used it primarily for a vacation spot when she felt like she wanted to get away to a warmer climate area. Which was actually quite frequently since it got kind of cold up here in Manhattan.
“I thought we just established that it was a white chocolate mocha,” The brunette replied with a laughable snap of her fingers for a joking emphasis. “You know, it could be!” She exclaimed, even though that was completely ridiculous. She’d never once heard of a coffee (or she supposed, white chocolate mocha) that exploded in one’s face. That’d be a tad absurd if it did. It’d certainly be one of the worst ways to try and kill someone. Not that many baristas would be trying to kill anyone anyways. Well unless they were mental, in which case they should be in some sort of institution.
“Not that that’s anything to be ashamed of though,” She shrugged, figuring there were a lot more people out there who were even less smart than they appeared to be. A couple of days ago she’d even heard some teenage girl ask someone what the number for 911 was. Nike literally had to ask if the girl was joking, but apparently she wasn’t because the girl’s tone was in all seriousness. No doubt when she mentioned that Luke was a ghost, Alex was probably a little weirded out. She was sure that it took some adjusting for demi-gods, and mortals who could see through the Mist. It was probably a bit of a shocker to learn that all of these demons and what-not existed. “Yeah, but it was for a good cause I suppose.” Nike mumbled, trying to push away the mental pictures from that day.
Tag; Alex Word Count; 760 Notes; Sorry it took so long....like really super long time.... [/size]
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Post by Alexander Ruckshack on Oct 24, 2010 17:07:19 GMT -5
"Nu-uh," Alex chimed back, trying to keep a serious face. He was largely unsuccessful, his face split into a grin and he started to laugh. Fully aware that they both looked like two stubborn preschoolers, the mortal shook his head in amusement. Now, he was beginning to think that his family had stubbornness issues, himself included. Not so much his dad, but his mother and brother. Big time with his mother and brother; he thought that his father had sort of balanced him out in the stubbornness area, but not by much. He tried to think of where he had heard the yeah-huh, nuh-uh argument before. Then it came to him: The Emperor's New Groove, Patcha's kids did that. Yes, Alex was a movie person, not so much television, but he liked watching movies and renting them. He watched the immortal as a small, perplexed look crossed her face. "Oh," he said, chuckling slightly. "My bad then," he said, laughing. He looked at the thing that Nike was holding up. Completely clear, but gave off some sort of scent. Nope, he wasn't into any of that sort of stuff. If he had chapped lips, he would usually just drink something. His friends who had been in theatre were into the make-up aspect, and were pretty good at putting it on, but Alex had never been into acting or anything. It was really cool, what they did with themselves. One of his friends had painted his entire face to it look like the Monkey King for some Oriental Asian Festival that he was a part of. His friend had to take a weaponry class because of the acrobatics part, so he and Alex spent a few weeks teaching eachother. Face painting and things like were fascinating to watch, but Alex didn't ever picture himself doing it to himself or others. For him doing it to himself or someone putting it on him: to much stuff on his face at one time. For him doing it to another person: he wasn't any good at color matching or blending, he didn't have that steady of a hand when it came to going near someone's face, and it took a really long time. Fun to watch, not so much to do yourself.
"Yup," Alex grinned. "Satisfied?" he teased her. He didn't mind, he couldn't help thinking it was odd himself sometimes. A sixteen year old kid going around, window shopping then looking for recyclables. "Nah, its fine," he laughed. "With the exception of my weirdness," he joked. Living in the Bronx for seven years had been almost depressing. There were so many people who were alone and just trying to get by. Some of them were kids with no parents. They had reminded him of Edmund sort of. Alex had never seen Edmund's parents and Ed had never really talked about it. He had made friends with one of the kids, who, through action, had taught and told Alex about how to survive on the streets. It wasn't pleasant. Right now, Alex really owed him since he was now basically doing the same thing. He didn't have a house to go back to. He sort of did, but wasn't going back now.
Sometimes Alex wondered if running out on his father had been right. It was sort of an awkward situation. Alex not knowing about his mother and then his dad just blowing up when Alex started mentioning the moving statues. At age fifteen, Alex knew how to piece that together. True, he did miss living the way he did, but at least he hadn't been outright kicked out and moved to an orphanage or anything. Kath's house had been like Ryan had told him. Down right simple. Sheesh, the woman even did her own wash. It was like she was living in the twentieth century or something! It had been interesting learning experience to say the least. Sword fighting and living the life like colonials. Alex didn't really think they meshed well, but it was livable to an extent. He had forgotten how much he had missed the forest and the wide open spaces and just nature. It was really nice where he had lived before his dad made him move.
"Oh right," Alex laughed. "So, if that's a white chocolate mocha, is there just a chocolate mocha or would that just be to much chocolate?" he grinned. If he ate anything really sweet, his stomach hurt. He used to have a really good quality chocolate chip cookie every once and again and those had made his stomach complain. Sheesh! And it wasn't even everyday, it was more like once a month to just reward himself for getting past school. He laughed and shook his head. "Really?" he asked, grinning. "That'd be quite the explosive," he mused, shaking his head. Well, yes it would be. How many people bought coffee everyday? The person would have to be a real psychopath if he or she wanted to create an explosive coffee; it could easily get rid of a lot of people really fast. Then again, carbon dioxide helped things explode if he was remembering correctly, and he didn't think that coffee had a lot of that gas in it.
"Guess not," he shrugged. Alex was a decent student when he was in school. He wasn't the smartest person ever, but he had okay grades in school. Probably the best in English and History. He was a bit weaker in the Mathematics and Science departments. He turned his attention back to the immortal. Ghosts! Of all things. Luke, son of Hermes if he remembered correctly, a ghost! Alex had been brought up like every kid. Ghost stories, spooky stories. He didn't like them, but he lived with them. He was the kind of person who got spooked out easily. Alex blinked and shook his head. He had a hard time enough, believing all this Greek stuff was happening. But to include ghosts in there... ones that actually existed as a solid fact. That was just down right creepy. "I still can't believe that all this stuff still exists..." he grumbled, shaking his head again. The sixteen year old sighed. "Yeah... I guess so," he mused, shaking his head. It was just so awful that so many demigods had died during that battle.OOC: I'm telling you. Its FINE! I'm sorry that THIS one took so long. Character Name: Alexander Ruckshack Mood: Happy, Curious, Slightly Sad To: Nike IC Word Count: 1,084 Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font]
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Post by *nike* on Oct 29, 2010 19:36:44 GMT -5
"Oh, you lose!" Nike exclaimed with a laugh, as Alex's serious face morphed into a smiling one. In the contest of arguing childishly with a serious face, she bet she could probably win against anyone. Possibly an actual child who was actually serious about the situation could beat her, but she still found she had a good chance. Being the goddess of victory obviously made her a very competitive person, and also a person who liked to win. Surprisingly she wasn't too sore of a loser. Though with her title it was obvious she certainly didn't appreciate losing either. "I'm not really a big fan of lipsticks, or lipglosses. Unless they smell realllly good." She may have not been into make-up, but she absoloutly loved scents! Bath and Body Works was her one addiction besides caffeine. They had the best products, and practically every single one smelled wonderful. Especially the seasonal scents. Winter Candy Apple was her ultimate favorite, and luckily they sold it every year around Christmas time. She only ever bought lipglosses at Bath and Body Works and the Winter Candy Apple was one of those types of lipglosses. The Cinnamon Pumpkin smelled great as well, but sadly they didn't have that scent in lipgloss. It smelled similar to pumpkin pie, but it still wasn't the same as fresh baked pumpkin pie right out of the oven.
On a sidenote; Nike certainly didn't like pumpkin pie. She had to pile on a ton of whip cream just to be able to choke it down. Maybe it wasn't just the taste of the pumpkin pie, but maybe it was also the time of year that it came around, that ruined it for her. Thanksgiving was a little depressing, or at least for her it was. For everybody else it was a time to spend with family, around a big table and a nice home-cooked meal. For the goddess of victory, it was a time for her to buy Stouffer's microwaveable macaroni and cheese, and sit around watching Disney movies repeatedly. Mulan, Aladdin, and the Lion King in particular. Oh and most of the time she'd also pause those movies to watch the James Bond marathon on TV. In other words, it was a very lonely time of year for her, and it was practically like every other day of the week. Christmas was kind of a bad time too, but less so than Thanksgiving. Most people would think it would be even more lonely, but she liked the warm and friendly feeling that came with the month of December. Not to mention the catchy Christmas carols were everywhere then.
"I am actually," She smiled in response to his teasing words. It was true though. If she didn't know the reason for something then that tended to bug her for the rest of the day. And that became extremely annoying to her. "You're not weird!" The immortal insisted, patting his shoulder reassuringly. "Well okay, not that weird." She compromised in a teasing manner. Nike didn't find him all that weird, to be honest. He seemed pretty normal to her. Probably the most normal person she had met in a long time. Though her view of normal was kind of biased since normal to her was being able to see through the Mist, and having the knowledge about gods and goddesses. That certainly wasn't normal to mortals, but that was normal to her, and probably all other immortals, and demi-gods. Well, scratch that, the demi-gods still probably found the Greek world a bit strange and abnormal since they'd all just been introduced to it, instead of knowing about it their whole lives.
Nike tapped her chin with her fingers, trying to recall the Starbucks menu. Which wasn't that hard for her since she went to that place a lot. "Well there's just a mocha. Which is basically, yeah, just replacing white chocolate with normal chocolate." She enjoyed that drink as well, but not as much as some of the other options. "Nah, it's a pretty could amount of chocolate. Though it's mostly coffee and steamed milk more than anything." Sometimes caramel if you asked for it. "Why not? A lot of people drink coffee, it's like the perfect thing to use for the base of an explosive." She shrugged indifferently.
In terms of book smart, the goddess could most likely easily ace school classes. After a couple centuries, one practically new everything that there ever was to know in classes such as science, math, history, etc. Though there were the occasional new bits of information, which she did keep up on so that she it was less likely she would make an idiot out of herself. "I can...But I suppose that's cause I've lived it, and well because I am one of those things that shouldn't exist." She laughed, trying to pull in that previous feeling of lightness and laughter.
Tag; Alex Word Count; 847 Notes; Sorry about my Bath and Body Works rant, I just went shopping there so that's where that came from!
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Post by Alexander Ruckshack on Oct 30, 2010 15:04:47 GMT -5
Alex laughed and nodded, grinning at her. "I suppose I do," he chuckled. "I'm way out of practice in the stay serious/glaring contests," he grinned. He hadn't done a serious one in quite a long time, around seven years. Alex did it for fun, but always ended up loosing. The mortal looked at Nike, sometimes, for split seconds, if not looking at the golden glow that surrounded her, he would think that she was just normal. That was far from the case though. "Then again, I wouldn't expect anything less," he teased, referring to her status as the goddess of victory. "Same. Actually, me not at all," he chuckled, a smile flickering over his face. "So, then what's the scent of that one?" he asked, looking at the tube of chap-stick that she still held in her hand. Alex had never really been into any sort of scents except for the Yankee Candles. His father always smelled them with him with he was a kid, but now that he was older, Alex was thinking that he only did it for him. As far as scents went in his family, his father hated them and he was pretty sure that Kath didn't like the scent of Cherry Blossoms around her home around the Holidays. He remembered that once, when he was little and living upstate, his father had tried using scented pine cones for the house around Christmas. The pine cones ended up in the forest a day or two later.
Sometimes he wondered if Ed had found them. Alex remembered that he had buried them for safe keeping with the thought that he could come back for them later. Unlike his father, he didn't really mind the scent that the pine cones gave off; to him, it was sort of refreshing, but his dad didn't like it at all. The squirrels buried stuff and then came back for the objects, so why not him? A few days into meeting the two others in the forest, Alex remembered that he had put the pine cones somewhere and went to dig them back up again. He never found them and he was pretty certain that he had been in the right spot. Even though it had been such a long time ago, Alex still remembered because it had always bothered him that he couldn't find them. It had just occurred to him as he got older that perhaps an actual animal, or even Ed had found them. He hadn't thought of that when he was younger, nor did he even think to ask his friends. He remembered once about asking them how they spent their Holidays. They had both given him blank looks.
"Awesome," Alex laughed. "I live to satisfy," he joked. He guessed he was like that to an extent; he didn't know who his mom was, so that started to bother him and finally he asked. That also led him to be here, so he wasn't sure if he should be liking or disliking the quality. Not that he regretted meeting Nike or anyone else, it was just the 'get thrown out of the house' aspect that he didn't like much. At least he had left by himself and hadn't given his dad the chance to throw him in an orphanage or something. The sixteen year old half shook his head, lost in thought. Now that would of been slightly scary. He chuckled. "Knew it," he laughed, shaking his head in amusement. He began to wonder what normal was for her. It must of been sort of different from his. Then again, everyone was abnormal to some extent in their own weird and crazy way. His normal had to do with someone who could see things like a regular mortal, since that was all he lived with until a few months ago. His normal was that none of this Greek world stuff existed, once again, proved wrong by Nike's blood and flesh existence right next to him. Alex exhaled; sometimes he still had a hard time believing that this stuff really existed. Even though he had met quite a few immortals and had seen a monster. Yeah, after all of that, he still had a hard time wrapping his head around it. It went against everything he was taught.
"Oh, okay," Alex nodded. So white chocolate mocha was just putting white chocolate in it, while a regular mocha was with regular chocolate. Either way, Alex didn't think he'd really like it. "Alright," he nodded again. Well, this was an interesting coffee lesson; Alex didn't think he had ever had one before. All he knew was coffee and that was it, none of the types. "I dunno," he shrugged. "Suppose they do. It'd have to be a real physco-path though, to want to get rid of that many people at once."
The mortal was thinking that Nike was pretty smart. Even with those regular blank out moments that everyone had. She was an immortal, after all. Living for a few centuries forever? That gave lots of time to learn and memorize almost everything and anything. "Point taken," he chuckled. True, it wouldn't be hard for her at all; especially since, as she stated, that she was indeed, one of those things that did exist and that in Alex's mind, shouldn't. "Guess I'll just have to get used to it in due course," he said, shrugging and looking at the goddess' golden glow illuminating her.OOC: Lol, no problem XD Character Name: Alexander Ruckshack Mood: Happy To: Nike IC Word Count: 936 Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font]
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Post by *nike* on Nov 6, 2010 16:44:28 GMT -5
“Apparently I’m not,” Nike laughed, “Which is a little bit sad.” Only little kids should have been that good at these ‘childish’ sorts of games. And yet here a goddess was, and she was still pretty decent at winning these games. Though Nike had never had a problem with being labeled ‘childish’ and ‘immature’. At least being those things was better than being a boring, serious adult. Which she knew she would absolutely hate. Having the same repetitive job would bore her beyond belief. Plus all the stress of having to pay bills, and deal with their bosses, and such. She clearly had enough money to pay the bills, but an annoying workplace? That would probably just bother her too much. A good portion of the time, she didn’t have enough patience to put up with people who annoyed her. Well, Ryan annoyed her sometimes, but his attitude was starting to become easier to deal with. The rude jabs were expected as was his constantly cynical and pessimistic attitude.
“I would hope you don’t wear that stuff!” The immortal chuckled, the idea of him wearing make-up was simply ridiculous. She’d seen a couple of guys wear make-up before, but that had just looked really odd to her. She had even once dared one of her mortal guy friends to do that. He was a really funny guy so he’d even actually taken the dare. Nike still had the picture of it on her cell phone. It was seriously hilarious, or at least it was to her. “It’s supposed to enhance your features..but no offense, I don’t think that’d work for you,” She smiled teasingly. He wouldn’t make a very pretty girl. Though she had serious doubts that he thought he would anyways. That’d be pushing the boundary of weird. “Just strawberry,” The brunette glanced at the chapstick, double checking her response. She also had the scent in raspberry and pomegranate and sometimes the scents started to smell the same. “Or at least, artificial smelling strawberry."
“Once again, no offense, but I really hope that’s not true.” That’d be a pretty boring way to live, in her opinion. If one was living for everyone else, then how could one actually be happy? Sure, she did like to make other people happy, but she factored her own happiness into the equation as well. Nike definitely wasn’t self-centered, but she knew that she had to take care of herself sometimes. Like sometimes people just needed a day to themselves. When the goddess did, she tended to either pick a day spent in the outdoors, a seriously long run, or also a day vegging out, having one of those at-home spa days. Cheesy, and kind of girly? Yes, but it was surprisingly very relaxing. Even if it made her feel like a bit of a girly-girl weirdo. “It’s the good kind of weird though!” She insisted, nudging him playfully on the shoulder.
If the immortal knew anything, it was types of coffee. She had a little coffee each day, usually in variations of flavor. That was probably ridiculous as well, but she tried to ignore that. If she ignored it, then she felt like a little bit less of a caffeine addict. What made her feel better was the small fact that she also was a bit of an H2O addict as well. Which was way better for her anyway. Not to mention its simplicity was very refreshing in comparison to sugar packed drinks. Well unless of course it was cruddy city water. Bottled water was bad for the environment, but it certainly tasted better. Recently she’d actually gotten a few of those new filtering water bottles that filtered the water while you drank. They actually made the city water taste pretty good. “True, but I’ve known a lot of psychopaths. So it’s highly possible.”
“Not necessarily. I knew a mortal who just chose to ignore it for the most part.” Nike informed him, wishing, for a moment, that she was one of those people who carried around water bottles. It would have been nice since it was actually turning out to be quite a warm day. “Pretty cool, huh?” She smiled as she noticed him probably observing the small gold tint that followed her around wherever she went. She thought it was at least a bit nifty. Not many people could say that they literally ‘glowed’.
Tag; Alex Word Count; 756 [/size]
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Post by Alexander Ruckshack on Nov 9, 2010 21:43:46 GMT -5
Alex laughed. "Apparently," he agreed, grinning at the goddess of victory. "Nah," he shook his head. He actually liked the stare games, even though he was slightly old for them; he didn't really mind being marked as childish. People were kids until they were twenty-one, last time Alex checked, he was sixteen. Even though people would debate that he was a teenager, he still liked to think most people were kids until they reached legal adult age. He grinned, thinking about the glare contest again. Mostly, he saw it in five to ten year olds; a slight grin flickered across his face. Yes he had done them seven years ago, with two different people and both for different purposes entirely. One was dead serious, the other just wanted to have fun. He loved that Nike was like this, it just seemed fitting for her now, for some really weird reason. At least she wasn't the type of goddess that was deeply irked by mortals. That would of not been fun; for one, the goddess that were irked by mortals would have probably already of zapped him by now. It seemed that Hecate wasn't deeply annoyed by him. That sort of surprised him when he actually stopped to think about it. Slightly abnormal, but he was rather glad that the goddess of witchcraft hadn't zapped him.
"Nope, never have, hopefully never will," Alex said, shaking his head and giving a slight chuckle. Thank goodness kung-fu didn't require face painting or anything. Although, Chinese weaponry seemed to. His mind went back to the kid he had been friends with. Even to this day, Alex still couldn't imagine how he could take to have all that stuff on his face. Alex would imagine that it'd be slightly uncomfortable and itchy. Even though he liked the different fragrances of things, it didn't exactly include lip gloss or chap-stick. He gave his head an amused shake. "Yeah, so I've heard," he laughed, thinking back two years. A lot of girls in his high school had started to wear make up for that 'enhance the features' reason. The mortal laughed. "And I know it. None taken at all!" In addition to boys wearing make-up being weird (unless it was for theater or something related to that) Alex was the type of kid who didn't really mind a whole lot about how he looked. He was also the type that didn't like stuff on his face. Eye patch on a pirates costume? He had even taken that off. "Ah," Alex nodded as she gave the scent of the said chap-stick. He had seen a variety of artificial scented chap-stick while at the store throughout his life. "Yup," he laughed.
"Nah, it's not," he laughed, shaking his head. "None taken," he said again. He had done a lot of things that hadn't pleased most people. Dropping out of high school for one. His father had not been happy at all. Alex had begun to think he was grounded for life. It seemed that Kath hadn't been to happy with him either. He wasn't exactly a fighting machine, he was far from it. Ever since he had left her house, he had felt a bit light headed, that had gone away after a few days. Good thing too, he didn't really like fighting Furies with only half a mind to. "Guess so," he laughed.
It seemed as if Alex had found quite the coffee expert. He half wondered if she had worked in a place related to coffee during some point of her life, or if she just liked coffee a lot. People who liked things tended to know more about the subject, naturally. Alex had heard a lot of different names, but had never really placed taste to name or anything. All he knew was Max House produced instant coffee... or at least he thought that was the name. He forgot. Then there was the coffee that his dad brought sometimes that really smelled good. The sixteen year old remembered his father calling it hazelnut coffee. Alex was more of a water person. He'd have soda every once in a while, mostly on special occasions, but that was pretty much it. He didn't grow up with a lot of soda around the house, so naturally he didn't really drink it much. "True," he agreed. It was sort of sad that the world had so many physco people.
"That's interesting..." Alex mused, thinking about that. He wondered if he could just do that. Ignore it. All of it. After going around in a few circles in his head, he finally reached the conclusion that he really couldn't. He was more the observant, imaginative type, and for this stuff to be real was shocking, yet very amazing to him. Not only that, he found himself not wanting to ignore it. Alex wanted to learn more about this world. If he was born with this abnormal, yet useful sight, why use it? He laughed. "Yeah, it is," he said as she seemed to notice him observing her golden glow. It was pretty cool; he wondered if people who couldn't see through could see it as well. It be slightly odd if they could; a person glowing to normal mortals was very odd indeed.OOC: Bleh, sry if that was a fail post. AND sorry for the lateness.... no saying "No sorries" (there's a word for it but I just can't think of it XD) Character Name: Alexander Ruckshack Mood: Happy To: Nike: Goddess of Victory, Strength, Speed and Awesome Hugs IC Word Count: 909 Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font]
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