Post by Ryan Simons on Apr 24, 2011 9:58:10 GMT -5
Now and forever, ever more, Ryan would be asking why he didn't get thrown off the boat instead. Why the hades had he even gotten a quest in the first place?! He couldn't lead for his life, was practically a failure and had no idea what to do. Most of Camp claimed him as an "Ares kid" but where was his pride and leadership skills? As far as he was concerned, they were both at level zero and possibly in the negatives. The boy almost never listened, but if anyone brought up quest, he wouldn't listen. Mostly because he never thought he'd ever get one. Who in their right mind would think that a crazy, antisocial, negative, angry, son of claimed "no one", would get a quest? Not him, that was for sure; Ryan had never thought that he'd ever get a quest.
He had never even wanted one; there was to much responsibility, leadership and attention involved. Ryan hated all of them, but not as much as the attention aspect. If Ryan hated anything, it was attention. Mostly because he wasn't used to it; in the positive light, anyway. Kath had never given him any attention expect when beating him up. Ryan wasn't sure how to react to it, or how to take it; hence becoming anti-social (except when fighting) at Camp. The Oracle Girl saw it differently though; he was going on one weather he liked it or not. Ryan remembered feeling bitter resentment towards the Red-Head, but she couldn't help it, whatever. He was used to his life being messed up by people. It wasn't her fault that she was a broken, prophecy spewing record. Ryan remembered wanting to just say no. He had wanted to just say "no, I'm not doing it," and walk away. He had wanted to run out of Camp by himself, with the hope that he'd get himself killed. He was sure that was probably the Camp's objective.
It would just be easier to get rid of Ryan. He had zero friends, the entire Camp as an enemy, negative, hated everyone and was great at starting fights, whether he won them or not. Ryan mostly lost, just like he had while in his "mother's care". He remembered planning to just run out of Camp. Run out and never look back. When he went to do it, but he ran into Blake. After that, he just... couldn't. But even then, it was too late. He had already asked Aria and Avery; that had been a big mistake. He should of never of dragged them into it. The truth was, that seeing Blake had freaked him out far more then he had let on. It was more of an after affect, combined with something happening prior; he had appeared fine immediately and during, but the shock had worn off after a few hours. After the combination of learning that Alex was dead and then half dragging, half carrying a dead body back to Camp, he was faced with the reality that he was... well, actually sort of scared to go on a quest by himself. Ryan had been ashamed to admit it to himself, but had had to make himself admit it in order to get past his stubbornness.
Ryan distantly wondered about the Cabin that people claimed to be his. If they were so certain, whatever; fine, Ryan slept there, only because he didn't want to be sleeping in the trees and whatnot. He had slept there quite a few times, along with other places that weren't beds. Not comfortable; not that he really cared, but a bed and heat was better than sleeping outside. If he went MIA, his cabin wouldn't care, would they? No... probably not. He never spoke to any of them at all and disowned all of them. He didn't even know why people said he was a kid of the war god. Ryan had a pride level of zero, one of the most distinguishing characteristics of a kid of Ares. He was violent, crazed, short-tempered and angry, sure, but he credited that to his upbringing, not his lineage. He had dirty blonde hair, which mostly went to the Sunshine kids, and grey eyes which mostly went to the Owl Brains. All in all, he just didn't see himself as anyone's kid... but that was his stubbornness talking. The stubbornness that had survived through so much; so much that he was probably never going to let it go, even if it was just one pitiful thread. He pretty much hated his family, on both sides; in turn, they probably all hated him right back. He didn't care, he was too used to it.
His dull grey eyes looked up at Sophie as he heard a slight snap. Her palm opened and he saw blood oozing out. The arrow in her hand must of snapped. she began to talk to him again. He quickly looked her over, but it didn't really seem like she had noticed or had felt it. He went to tear off the other sleeve of his already torn up jacket. "Want me to wrap that for you?" he asked quietly, looking at her hand; guilt prickled at him and a knot came into his stomach. Blood loss did not feel good; he knew from experience, a lot of it. She probably had experienced blood loss too at one time or another. Not fun. His left arm would of bleed out in the ocean and on the island if it hadn't been for Avery. It was on the very slow heal now, but at least he still had it attached to his body.
The fifteen year old heard the girl get up and slowly looked up at her while she started talking. He just gave a slight shrug, not used to being thanked for anything. "No problem," he said in a slight mutter, rubbing his neck and getting up himself. Even if he ever did get used to it, he felt like he shouldn't be thanked for anything. Ruining people's lives? Yes. Being around? No. "If you'd like... sure," Ryan said quietly. He really wasn't sure why she was calling him her friend. He had practically killed her sister. With Sophie becoming his friend... well, it'd probably take longer, but he'd keep his mouth shut about that, for once. Besides, Ryan owed her, Avery and the rest of the Apollo Cabin.
He had never even wanted one; there was to much responsibility, leadership and attention involved. Ryan hated all of them, but not as much as the attention aspect. If Ryan hated anything, it was attention. Mostly because he wasn't used to it; in the positive light, anyway. Kath had never given him any attention expect when beating him up. Ryan wasn't sure how to react to it, or how to take it; hence becoming anti-social (except when fighting) at Camp. The Oracle Girl saw it differently though; he was going on one weather he liked it or not. Ryan remembered feeling bitter resentment towards the Red-Head, but she couldn't help it, whatever. He was used to his life being messed up by people. It wasn't her fault that she was a broken, prophecy spewing record. Ryan remembered wanting to just say no. He had wanted to just say "no, I'm not doing it," and walk away. He had wanted to run out of Camp by himself, with the hope that he'd get himself killed. He was sure that was probably the Camp's objective.
It would just be easier to get rid of Ryan. He had zero friends, the entire Camp as an enemy, negative, hated everyone and was great at starting fights, whether he won them or not. Ryan mostly lost, just like he had while in his "mother's care". He remembered planning to just run out of Camp. Run out and never look back. When he went to do it, but he ran into Blake. After that, he just... couldn't. But even then, it was too late. He had already asked Aria and Avery; that had been a big mistake. He should of never of dragged them into it. The truth was, that seeing Blake had freaked him out far more then he had let on. It was more of an after affect, combined with something happening prior; he had appeared fine immediately and during, but the shock had worn off after a few hours. After the combination of learning that Alex was dead and then half dragging, half carrying a dead body back to Camp, he was faced with the reality that he was... well, actually sort of scared to go on a quest by himself. Ryan had been ashamed to admit it to himself, but had had to make himself admit it in order to get past his stubbornness.
Ryan distantly wondered about the Cabin that people claimed to be his. If they were so certain, whatever; fine, Ryan slept there, only because he didn't want to be sleeping in the trees and whatnot. He had slept there quite a few times, along with other places that weren't beds. Not comfortable; not that he really cared, but a bed and heat was better than sleeping outside. If he went MIA, his cabin wouldn't care, would they? No... probably not. He never spoke to any of them at all and disowned all of them. He didn't even know why people said he was a kid of the war god. Ryan had a pride level of zero, one of the most distinguishing characteristics of a kid of Ares. He was violent, crazed, short-tempered and angry, sure, but he credited that to his upbringing, not his lineage. He had dirty blonde hair, which mostly went to the Sunshine kids, and grey eyes which mostly went to the Owl Brains. All in all, he just didn't see himself as anyone's kid... but that was his stubbornness talking. The stubbornness that had survived through so much; so much that he was probably never going to let it go, even if it was just one pitiful thread. He pretty much hated his family, on both sides; in turn, they probably all hated him right back. He didn't care, he was too used to it.
His dull grey eyes looked up at Sophie as he heard a slight snap. Her palm opened and he saw blood oozing out. The arrow in her hand must of snapped. she began to talk to him again. He quickly looked her over, but it didn't really seem like she had noticed or had felt it. He went to tear off the other sleeve of his already torn up jacket. "Want me to wrap that for you?" he asked quietly, looking at her hand; guilt prickled at him and a knot came into his stomach. Blood loss did not feel good; he knew from experience, a lot of it. She probably had experienced blood loss too at one time or another. Not fun. His left arm would of bleed out in the ocean and on the island if it hadn't been for Avery. It was on the very slow heal now, but at least he still had it attached to his body.
The fifteen year old heard the girl get up and slowly looked up at her while she started talking. He just gave a slight shrug, not used to being thanked for anything. "No problem," he said in a slight mutter, rubbing his neck and getting up himself. Even if he ever did get used to it, he felt like he shouldn't be thanked for anything. Ruining people's lives? Yes. Being around? No. "If you'd like... sure," Ryan said quietly. He really wasn't sure why she was calling him her friend. He had practically killed her sister. With Sophie becoming his friend... well, it'd probably take longer, but he'd keep his mouth shut about that, for once. Besides, Ryan owed her, Avery and the rest of the Apollo Cabin.
OOC: MEEP! *covers eyes in shame* The wait... I'll try to become faster!
Character Name: Ryan Simons-Son ofAres No One
Mood: Upset, Guilty, Depressed, Slightly Protective
To: Sophia "Sophie" Greene-Daughter of Apollo
IC Word Count: 1,106
Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
[/size][/font]Character Name: Ryan Simons-Son of
Mood: Upset, Guilty, Depressed, Slightly Protective
To: Sophia "Sophie" Greene-Daughter of Apollo
IC Word Count: 1,106
Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking