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Post by Ryan Simons on Jan 31, 2011 21:47:08 GMT -5
"Upset? I'm not upset. You have no idea much pain I'm in. It's like being cut open every day, bleeding onto the stones. I can't understand how any of you failed to see the blood...." ~Ashfur, Warriors by Erin Hunter[/size][/font][/right] Ryan just sat there. He was just beginning to feel numb; everything hurt. He meant everything; physically, but mostly mentally. He could take a stab and getting thrown around like doll; he was used to that. Ryan was just used to getting beaten up physically. Not so much emotionally. Sure, every passing day he was alone. He was always by himself. After he had lost Edmund, he just figured that it'd be better that way. Edmund.... gods why couldn't he have gotten shot instead? He was sure that Kath wouldn't of cared in the least. That, plus this entire thing wouldn't of happened. Ryan would of never come to Camp, which would of been great for almost everyone. He would never of gotten the quest... would of never let Aria die.
He sighed and just put his forehead to his knees; tears were still going down the side of his face. It was mostly worse than Alex. Ryan hadn't seen Alex in years; Ryan didn't know if Alex cared or didn't anymore. Ryan was never going to forgive himself for any of this. This was all his fault... he had put all of their lives in danger. Mainly Avery and Aria. He didn't really care what happened to him. He had almost killed Avery, and he had killed Aria. Worse part was... he actually did care about them. No matter how many times he detested it, it was all false. That went for half the Camp. They just were never able to stick around him long enough to find that out though. Ryan just felt himself caving in. This was all his fault, mainly because he was alive.
They could of sat hours; he didn't know. All he knew was that it hurt; it hurt way worse get getting cut open by Kath on a regular basis. He was used to having no one there; used to just sucking it in and living with it. Used to just be on the brink of breaking down or something with no one there for him. Kath hadn't been; she had just made him train harder. Before, Ryan had just blocked off caring; he figured that it just hurt to care. The more you cared, the more you had to loose. He had cared a lot about Edmund... and then ended up killing him. He had let his wall melt a little for Avery and Aria. He had come to trust Aria and even like her... she had become his responsibility.
In his mind, he was already a failure, he had been long before he even stepped through those Camp gates; his entire quest was a fail, just as he was. He failed at caring and at saving the few that he let close to him. All he had now was guilt about killing three people for the rest of his life. He just had to come to terms that he was a murderer and that was it. Ryan felt that he could just go on for the rest of his life with a list of why all three deaths were because of him. It felt like he was just getting ripped from the inside out; like it had felt when he saw Edmund die and Alex's empty house. The look on Aria's face and her last scream... all because of him.
The lifted his head up slightly and looked at Avery. He had been responsible for both of them and had failed on one. He wasn't failing on the other; he was now going full out protective on her. Right now, her safety came first. Out of the reflection of the moon, he saw something dark growing on the back of Avery's head. He gave a slight grimace. "A-Ave... w-we need to do something about your head," he spoke up; his voice cracked slightly as tears continued to go down his face. It sounded as if it hadn't been used in a while; that could of been him loosing his voice.
Avery was now the only one he had left; he was staying with her and not letting her out his sight. Period. He felt a hand on his shoulder and didn't even try to shrug it off. Ryan tried to snap himself back like had done with Blake, but it just didn't work. He got up and nodded. "My arm's fine," he said automatically. "We need to find something for your head." Ryan looked around, grabbing his remaining weapons. He just looked at her. "Look," he took a breath, trying to get his voice even again. "no offense, but you look awful; you did all the work out there... If anything I'm taking first watch... when we find something." He was still trying to scrap himself together; he wasn't sure if he would be able to entirely though... not for the rest of his life.Character Name: Ryan Simons Mood: Upset, Gulity x1,000 To: Avery Reynolds-Daughter of Hermes IC Word Count: 836
Legend: "Ryan Speaking" Ryan Thinking [/size][/font]
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Post by Avery Reynolds on Feb 1, 2011 17:23:15 GMT -5
"Your arm is not fine, little buddy. We'll take care of it when we find some shelter." Avery just didn't argue with him on the rest thing. She would have gladly protested, but honestly didn't see the point. She was tired and exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Just one little emotional push was sure to put her over the edge at this point. And the thought that she probably would never see Camp Half-Blood again definitely wasn't helping. Maybe, eventually, she'd be able to transport herself and her little buddy back home if she mustered up the strength. But the least she needed in order for that to happen was some rest. Maybe some food, but the only snacks Avery had brought with her had been on the boat. The Titanic had nothing on this.
"Come on," she said, wincing as her head throbbed. "I'm sure we'll find some shelter somewhere." Avery could see that Ryan was struggling with this just as much as she was - both of them would be mourning the loss of Aria for a very long time. There was no telling if they would even end up atoning for it in this lifetime. Avery liked to think that she knew Ryan - she knew that he would be blaming himself just as much as she blamed herself, if not worse. She also wasn't one of those fools who believed that everything happened for a reason. She didn't believe in fate. Sure, there were prophecies and stuff like that, but Avery didn't believe in the whole 'you were meant for this' mumbo-jumbo. Therefore, she didn't believe that Aria had been meant to die on this journey. It was through her own mistakes that the little daughter of Apollo had died.
Sighing, Avery led her little buddy into the forest. She tugged one of the hairpins from her hair free, and clipped it open so that it changed into a little throwing knive. It wouldn't do so well in hand-to-hand combat, but she felt safer holding an actual weapon in her hand. Avery kept glancing over her shoulder to make sure Ryan was still with her, and sure enough, he was every time. Eventually, after about ten minutes of searching (she was beginning to get a little dizzy at this point), she found something. It looked like a tree had been halfway uprooted, its roots forming a suitable-looking shelter for what was enough for about two people. What was important was that the ground underneath was dry.
"There. Come on, little buddy, let's get out of the rain." Her voice was fairly soft - she was attempting to be comforting but Avery highly doubted that it was working. She'd never been the motherly, comforting type. She didn't know how to be that way - Hades knows her mother was never like that. Avery's mother had literally been the "let them go on their own and see what happens" types, because as soon as she'd discovered that Avery had been expelled from school, she'd kicked her six-year old daughter out of the house. Two years on the street had ensued, and that had been when the satyr had found her.
Nine years of training. Nine years of training, and Avery hadn't even been able to save a single life. Sure, she'd fought in the Battle of Manhattan with the rest of the camp, but for the most part she was with the Stoll brothers and looted some of the city for supplies they'd need for base camp. Avery sighed, trying not to think about camp and the people there too much. Chances were she'd never see any of them again. She was probably going to die here, with Ryan. Or maybe he'd get back to camp, tell everyone what happened. She wondered who would actually mourn her loss, if any at all.
Avery crawled into the little shelter - it felt like an animal den almost. She shivered and gestured for Ryan to get in there with her. There was hardly enough room for one person to lay down and one person to sit. Avery took off her hoodie and wrung it outside of their shelter so she wouldn't get the dry dirt inside wet. It was a reasonably thin hoodie, so Avery didn't have much trouble ripping the sleeve off of the main part. She looked at Ryan. "Come here, bud. I need to wrap that arm. Don't worry about my head - it'll be fine."
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Post by Ryan Simons on Feb 1, 2011 21:06:06 GMT -5
"It is," Ryan insisted stubbornly. "And I'll take care of your head." He may of been on full out guilt, mourning mode, but his persistent stubbornness was still there. It always would be. Even though his arm was bleeding, he was to used to it; way to used to it. At least he hadn't lost his arm. If he did get a scar out of it, he wouldn't care; it'd just blend in with all of his others. His mind started going; Avery needed to get rest; sheesh, she had been doing almost all the work out there. Ryan was pretty much sure that her head bleeding wasn't helping anything. If anything, it'd just make her pass out sooner either from both physical and emotional distress or from blood loss; or from a combination of both. He started looking around the trees, wondering if he could possibly climb one to get food for them. Using his good arm, he put his swords back on and wedged his staff in between them.
He nodded and followed Avery closely, keeping his dagger out. Right now, she was all he had. He eyed her hairpin. Well, that was rather handy to have. After walking for a few minutes, his head finally came around to it. He had actually been responding to Avery's nickname of Little Buddy; in all reality, it wasn't that bad. That, and he had come around to calling her by her actual name, after one of her last name. Aria? He had skipped right to her actual name. Aria... it felt like his insides were about to collapse. This was all his fault... he should of never of asked them. No, this was not supposed to of happened. Aria and Avery should of stayed at Camp. Ryan didn't think this was going to be something he was ever going to forgive himself for. Ever.
It looked like Avery had done it again; she had found an uprooted tree. That was fine with him. Ryan took off his jacket, biting his tongue and wincing slightly as he took it off from his bad arm; he did what he always did, he sucked it up. Underneath, he had a long sleeved black shirt. Ryan looked at his arm. It was bleeding, but he was used to getting hurt and then fighting until the knock out. This would be no different. The boy took the opposite arm, the one not mostly covered in blood and tore the sleeve off. He looked over at her as she began to speak; his only way of really knowing someone's emotions. He still stank at facial expressions. Her voice sounded soft and that confused him. Ryan had no idea what that voice was since he had never heard it.
The boy still couldn't believe that they were here without Aria. They should of reached land together. He cast his gaze around slightly. Expecting her to just come out of the bushes or something. He had been trained by Kath for years. Since before he could even remember. He had been taught everything from catching daggers, to healing himself, to making weapons. Why couldn't he of been taught to swim? He couldn't even save people for his life; all he was good at was disposing of them; he suddenly felt like he was about to get sick again. If anything, he was not going to sleep. He didn't want another nightmare with Aria's death thrown in. Ryan needed to focus. Avery needed to survive. She had to. He was sure that she had actual siblings who she cared about and who cared about her. Ryan was not just going to let her die like he had done with Aria.
Ryan watched Avery go into the tree first. Good, maybe she'd be able to get some rest first; he didn't mind staying up for first watch. His body was used to just staying up. The adrenaline going through his system was helping that. He looked at his arm; it didn't look as bad as it could of been. He took the other side of his sleeve, the one with the blood, put pressure on it and wiped off some of the blood. "Uh, no; head injury is worse. I say your head comes first." Ryan looked at her, half a desperately; half coming into the tree, he just looked her in the eye. "Please?" Wow. Talk about a brian shock. He didn't remember hearing or saying that word in quite a long time. It felt weird to his mouth. "I can heal my own arm, trust me." He wasn't sure if Avery would. He didn't really trust himself right now. However, the part about him being able to heal himself was true. After he was eight, he was on his own for healing. Kath would patch him up a little if he got knocked out from it, but when he woke up it was all him. She wasn't exactly the motherly type; his stomach rolled over. Right, she was now biologically his mom. Well, she the motherly type if typical mothers beat their kids with weapons from age three and up.
In the rain and talking to Avery, both of them bleeding and saying that they were fine. He was just coming to realize that he was a hypocrite. Big time. That, plus he lied a lot whenever he said he was fine. "No, your head is not fine." Well, in his head his arm was fine; he was sure that people debated if his head was in stable condition frequently. He was even questioning it after failing to save Aria. "You could go into trauma or get a concussion or..." he didn't even want to think about it if he had go through loosing Avery too. Camp would hate him and he'd hate himself; as if he didn't hate himself enough already. "I can survive with my arm cut; both of us can't if your head is."OOC: Hope this is okay... Character Name: Ryan Simons Mood: Upset, Guilty, Protective To: Avery Reynolds-Daughter of Hermes IC Word Count: 1,025
Legend: "Ryan Speaking" Ryan Thinking [/size][/font]
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Post by Avery Reynolds on Feb 2, 2011 20:45:26 GMT -5
Avery winced as the pain in her head seemed to increase tenfold when she accidentally bumped the back of her head against the tree. She reached back to feel that same hot stickiness, and looked with disgust at the blood that stained her hand. She then turned her gaze to Ryan, who was pleading with her to allow him wrap her head first. Ave hated to admit it, but he was right - head injuries were the worst. She had no idea if she had a concussion or not, but if she did and fell asleep, she was screwed. Then again, Ryan was here - he could wake her up periodically, right?
For at least the tenth time tonight, she wished that she was back at camp, in her warm, soft bunk in the Hermes cabin. Everybody was probably gathered around the campfire by now, feasting on pizza or something equally delicious and sipping on their favorite sodas and singing stupid little songs led by the Apollo cabin and just having a great old time. Thinking about the campfire and all the food made Avery's stomach growl, and she glared down at it as if it had just commited some heinous crime. After everything that had happened, she couldn't believe she was wishing for food and warmth. There was a daughter of Apollo to mourn, to grieve for, because Avery hadn't been quick enough. It was her fault.
Something in Ryan's voice made her reconsider. Avery looked down at the torn sleeve she'd ripped from her jacket and swallowed. "Look kid, I'll let you wrap my head, but then I wrap your arm. Deal?" she said. She was a reasonably intelligent girl, and it was obvious to see that unless one of them gave in, they'd be arguing about this all night. And honestly, Ave didn't have the energy for that. She barely had the energy to keep herself up now. She'd steered a boat for hours and had then swam a great deal, fighting a raging ocean, and had also lost a great deal of blood. She was surprised the pair of them hadn't gotten eaten by sharks. At least that was one thing they had going for them. Joy.
"Damn it, this hurts." Avery winced again, as the throbbing seemed to escalate. Any ambrosia or nectar she would have been able to consume had been on that blessed boat. That really sucked. She typically wasn't a crybaby - she was able to get through a lot of things, but this injury to her head was probably the worst she'd ever had. Even worse than that one time she'd accidentally set off an explosive when she'd been too close. Even that didn't beat this in the pain department, she didn't think. "I got it. If I even live through the night," she grumbled. "Look, when I go to sleep, wake me up in an hour or so - I don't know if I've got a concussion or not, but if I do, I don't want to slip into a coma." She held out the torn sleeve for him to take.
OOC: Sorry, it's so short. >_<
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Post by Ryan Simons on Feb 2, 2011 21:41:45 GMT -5
Ryan heard the slightest thump and then grimaced as he realized that Avery must of bumped her head. Ow; that had to hurt. "Wait, don't-" To late; the girl reached her hand up and pulled red blood away. Ryan had learned the hard way not to hold cuts. All the germs and gunk on the hands went into the cut and made it even more dangerous and prone to infection. The boy waited, hoping that she'd just let him do her head first. Head was way more serious than arm. People could live without an arm. He couldn't really make it out here if Avery got a concussion and then went into a coma. That, plus he didn't really want to argue about who was going to wrap up who until one of them passed out from blood loss.
His mind started to go. He needed to find food and maybe some marigold. Ryan also had to find a water source. Water came first, period. There was no way that they were drinking from the ocean. He also needed wood for fire and other critical survival stuff. He looked at her. They shouldn't even be out here. Gods, this was all his fault... he couldn't lead for his life and yet he was given a quest. Ryan was just a fail of a demigod all together. He had practically let Aria die and now they were on this gods forsaken land mass. Ryan heard Avery's stomach growl and that made him want to find food for her even more. He was used to not eating, as crazy as it sounded. That was one of the things he had liked about camp. He was guaranteed food. At his aunt's house? Not so much.
"Deal," he said, half in relief. He wasn't sure if would be able to argue long. Ryan was way to spent. Even though he was pretty much a wreck at this point, a small buzz of stubbornness was still going through him. Then again, he shouldn't be complaining. If anything, Avery should be resting first. She had driven the boat, swam and then had tugged him around. Ryan looked at her. He was sure it hurt; things to the head were never pleasant. Ryan wasn't the best in the comfort department. All because he had no idea how to be comforting, or even know what being comforted was for that matter. Ryan had taken a lot of daggers to the hand and that had been pretty bad. His arm wasn't the worse injury on him. He had to think his back scar had to be the worse. His aunt had actually tied him to his bed and had told him that he'd be paralyzed if he didn't heal properly. Did that stop him from trying to get back up? Nope.
"You will live through the night," Ryan said, a slight edge coming back into his voice and his eyes flashing back to sight anger. Then, the fire in his eyes died and he was left feeling a bit more worn out. She had to. By the gods... she just has to... If he was had to go back to Camp at all, it better be with her. If Avery died, then he'd honestly have no idea what to do with himself. That'd be just another person he killed. He'd probably flip (metaphorically) and go off the deep end. Quite literally if he could find a cliff facing the ocean. He nodded. "I will," he promised her. She had to survive this. He took the torn sleeve that she was offering him and slipped in behind her. It was a bit of a tight fit, but he'd make it.
He took the torn sleeve of his jacket, the one without the blood and carefully folded it; he pressed it against Avery's wound. Then he took Avery's sleeve and wrapped her head; he made sure that it covered and held the other jacket arm in place. Ryan wrapped it, bandanna style, around her head to make sure it would say in place. He finally tied it firmly so there would continual pressure against her open cut. "Sorry if that hurt..." he apologized quietly. He didn't want to hurt her more, but that was just how he was taught to take care of open wounds. Of course, gauze would of been in place of his jacket sleeve. The only other thing he had been missing was marigold paste.
Gods, he really wished he had some marigold to apply to her head. Maybe he could look for it outside while he was on watch. It was a forest after all; hopefully this forest grew flowers. He took his good arm and ripped another part of his jacket off. He had made a deal and intended to keep it, but only if Avery felt up to doing it. "Only if you feel up to it," he said, extending the second ripped off part of his jacket to Avery, along with his cut up arm. He really didn't mind if she just went to sleep. Ryan was just used to getting cuts and scars and then healing them himself; what he was not used to though, was having salt water get into them. That had hurt. A lot.OOC: No problem at all! ^^ It looked fine! Hope this is okay Character Name: Ryan Simons Mood: Sad, Upset, Guilty Protective To: Avery Reynolds-Daugher of Hermes IC Word Count: 906
Legend: "Ryan Speaking" Ryan Thinking [/size][/font]
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Post by Avery Reynolds on Feb 5, 2011 21:08:29 GMT -5
"Your determination is touching, little buddy," Avery said, wincing, as he told her that she wasn't going to die, and that she was going to make it through the night. She could guess how he felt. After everything that had just happened, Avery was pretty sure neither of them could handle something happening to the other. Avery knew that she was scared to be left alone, for fear of what would haunt her the instant she was. The guilt and the horror and the grief was eating away at her insides, and she almost felt nauseous like she was going to throw up any second. All the saltwater that had entered her lungs and stomach were doing nothing to help that problem, either.
When Ryan promised that he would wake her up on time, Avery had the unshakable faith that he would do as she said. Beneath all of that vicious, angry child of Ares was a kid who was hurt, and a kid who would do what he was told. She'd seen that from the beginning. A lot of the campers just saw some surly whiner who didn't want to be there, but Avery had seen differently. She trusted the kid, and was surprised to see that faith was so strongly rooted within her.
Avery hissed when he tied the sleeve like a bandanna over her bleeding head. It stung like the heavens, and she cursed the rock she'd hit to Tartarus. Ryan apologized, but Avery managed to grit out, "You did fine, kid. It just stings, is all. I'll... I'll be fine here in a sec." Note to self: Never get a head injury ever again. EVER. They hurt like hell. Her ears were ringing and a horrible headache was coming on - Avery could feel it. Even though she was exhausted, she wasn't entirely sure just how much sleep she would be able to get. She was pretty sure that this was a concussion, which really sucked. Concussions were not good, and even she knew that. Heavy, strenuous activity was not healthy after getting concussion, and dammit, Avery was on a quest.
When Ryan extended his arm and his torn jacket, and told her to do it only if she felt up to it, Avery lied. Like Ryan, she was stubborn. She was going to take care of him like he'd taken care of her, mainly because she needed to. She needed to make sure he was okay for herself. "Of course I'm up to it, don't be an idiot." She turned around, trying not to ignore the pounding and the stinging of her newly wrapped head, and gingerly took his sleeve jacket. It was still pouring down rain outside, so for a few seconds she let the edge of the sleeve get soaked. Using the wet end, Avery carefully dabbed at Ryan's cut arm, trying to clear some of the dried, gross blood away from the rest of the wound and huopefully get some of the salt out.
"Sorry if this is hurting, buddy, it's gotta be done," Avery told him, beginning to wrap the sleeve firmly around his arm. She tucked the end of the sleeve into the cast, so she wasn't exactly sure how long that thing would hold when he got moving. But Avery had done the best she could with what she knew and she prayed that it would be enough. Not to mention it didn't look like they were going anywhere for a while.
Avery took what remained of her slightly soggy hoodie and rolled it up to resemble somewhat of a pillow. She was going to get cold, and she knew it, but they had practically no supplies. "Now," she said, "Tomorrow, I think we either need to find a way off this island or find out whatever the hell we're here for. And, uh... we can... we can have something like a... a burial. For her." Tears pricked at Avery's eyes, and she wiped them away hastily. This was no place to be crying, and she had to be strong. Always be strong. "Agreed? And like I said, wake me up in about an hour. Promise me that, okay, little buddy?"
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Post by Ryan Simons on Feb 6, 2011 21:59:08 GMT -5
Ryan just looked at her, the slight fire in his eyes dimming until they were dull grey again. Most of the time, he was all fired up; that last few hours just sucked it out of him. Ryan really didn't think he'd even be able to cope with himself if something happened to Avery. That was half the reason why he had insisted that he do her head first. He needed to keep himself sane; as sane as sane was in his book, and make sure that he didn't kill a second person. Ryan had needed to just heal her himself; if he put the wrap on wrong or whatever, it was still his fault. Everything was; Aria's death, Avery's head, the stupid boat going down, them being deserted on this gods forsaken land mass... everything. He could just felt everything just eating away at his insides. The dream, the storm, Aria, being alone in the rain... His mind and emotions were shooting all over the place and he honestly didn't really know how he felt. He knew he had a horrible sense of guilt starting to just demolish him.
Avery's voice brought him back to earth. He gave a half shrug and looked at the way he had tied it. Not as well as his mother would of done, but it'd hopefully hold. "Uh-huh," he said blandly as she said she'd be fine. She'd be fine when he stopped beating himself up. He gave a glance outside. Wonder if there was any marigold around here. The falling rain almost reminded him of crying. Now that he was just by himself and with Avery, he didn't know what to do with himself. For the first time in his life, he wished he was back with Kath and getting the hades beat out of him. Ryan wouldn't of had the energy to fight back to a great extent, but at least he would get what he deserved. It would give him something else to think about besides the fact that this whole quest and its outcome was his fault in entirety. Ryan half wondered why he hadn't beaten himself up to this extent a few weeks ago when Kath had told him that Alex was dead...
Pleasant time for that thought to enter his head. His guilt level shot upwards like a rocket. It sort of came to him; Ryan hadn't seen Alex in years, he didn't know if he still cared or not. Either of them. But Aria... she had been with him for the past few months... she had been with him through the boat and half way through the storm. And it was, by solid fact, his fault that she was now, probably dead on the ocean floor. He wasn't sure why Avery would ever trust him again; in all reality, he was beginning to not even trust himself. Ryan knew that she'd watch over him, so he would do the same for her. "Sure you are," he half growled, trying to get an edge of an unbelieving tone. He believed that she was lying. She said she was fine, like he always did; the stuff they had just been through said otherwise though. "Well, I've been known to be one for quite a while now," he said in a slight growl back.
It was just then that he realized that he was getting his edge back slightly. Ryan exhaled and shut his eyes, then looked at Avery, half apology reflecting in his eyes. She had done nothing that deserved him being angry at her. He would be dead if it wasn't for her. Ryan owed her his life; not just because of the quest. She was probably the only demigod to get straight through to him. She hadn't tried to change him in anyway, and that was something. Whenever he had snapped at her, she had just dealt with it. It had seemed, to him, that she was accepting him just the way he was. Ryan had to respect her for that, along with so many other things now. She had taken great command with the boat. Right now, all he was doing was just falling back onto the only things he knew. He only knew Kath's morals of don't complain, suck it up, pull it together, go on with life. He was also brought up with the ideas of staying strong and acting like nothing had happened at all; it was all fine, don't share emotions, don't show weakness. Why stop acting the same just because of one little event? If it keeps one alive as long as it has, why stop? Throw in his general attitude of negativity and anger, and a rebounding Ryan occurred.
That had happened with Blake; Ryan had rebounded rather quickly. He was starting to feel that it was going to take much longer to rebound from this. Especially around Avery. She was giving him the one thing that he hadn't had in so long; someone who actually accepted him and took him as is. In Ryan's mind, it was the first step to actually changing him. It was an odd way of thinking, but it was Ryan. No logic whatsoever involved. Add in the fact that Avery was his quest partner, saved his life, that he actually liked her, got his trust and got his respect, she could of practically called herself one his... friends, possibly. If Aria had stayed around, she would of probably become one. It would of been a weird sort of truce, but it would of worked. But like everyone else, she had left him... had died... and because of him. "Whatever, don't worry about it," he said, half biting his tongue. It could of been worse... it could of been his whole arm.
The boy just nodded numbly. "Alright..." he said in a monotone. He felt his throat tighten slightly, but told himself to get a grip. Ryan had to knock himself back to himself... but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to do it entirely though. He looked at Avery and nodded. "Get some rest, I'll wake you up in an hour.... I promise." He wondered how he'd keep time. If Avery even had a chance of having one on her, it was probably broken or waterlogged. He rung out the remainder of his jacket outside their tree and drew his knees to his chest. "If you want to use my jacket as a blanket you can you know," he said, looking over at her. "Not sure if it'd do you any good damp, but once it dries you can use it," he offered.OOC: GAH! o.o Sorry about the post length... Character Name: Ryan Simons Mood: Upset, Guilty, Protective To: Avery Reynolds-Daughter of Hermes IC Word Count: 1,144
Legend: "Ryan Speaking" Ryan Thinking [/size][/font]
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Post by Avery Reynolds on Feb 13, 2011 14:13:56 GMT -5
Her head pounded without mercy, but at last the ringing in her ears had gone away for the most part. Avery was pretty sure she had a concussion, even though she didn't particularly know the symptoms that well. In fact, Avery was kind of ashamed and amused. She'd made it through everything, swimming in an ocean that eas probably full of sharks and managing to survive all of that just to get hit in the back of the head with some stupid rock. Either way, it could have been a lot worse, she imagined. If she'd been a mortal, the force of hitting that probably would have killed her. But she was stronger than that, so she just felt like she'd gotten hit by a semi, and her head felt like it was going to explode.
Sleep almost seemed impossible. But Avery knew that she had to try, and fact of the matter was that she really was exhausted. She didn't want to be tired tomorrow, when they'd need her energy. Having a concussion really sucked... that is, if she had one. "I know you will, little buddy," she said when he promised her that he'd wake her up. Avery trusted Ryan, she trusted him with her life at this point. If they couldn't trust each other, she had no idea how they would make it through this, so she'd decided the instant she'd taken Ryan and Aria on that boat that she would trust them.
She clenched her eyes shut at the thought of Aria. Gods, the little fireball had probably trusted her too, and she'd let her down. Avery hoped the little fireball made it to the Underworld okay, got to Elysium Fields, where she belonged. What she must think of them, of her and Ryan. They'd both let her down, in a way, but Avery felt as though she was more responsible for the tragedy that had occured. If she had been paying more attention to the weather, she would have been able to avoid this whole situation. But she hadn't been, and everything had happened, and now Aria was gone. Avery just couldn't seem to grasp that. She was gone. They'd never see her again. This might have ben even worse than finding out that Luke had died on Olympus after the battle.
"I'll be fine, little buddy," Avery said when Ryan offered her his jacket. She curled up on the ground and laid her head on her rolled up hoodie. She rubbed her arms, thanking the gods that she'd worn the long sleeved shirt underneath her hoodie. "You keep that jacket for yourself, alright?" With that, Avery closed her eyes. There was a few moments before finally sleep enveloped her, and all of the pain disappeared from her consciousness.
OOC: Sorry it was so short. >.>
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