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Post by andy on Nov 27, 2010 1:18:12 GMT -5
If there was ever a perfect time to ditch Camp Half-Dork, now would be it. It was about halfway through lunch time meaning that no one was out and wandering along the property line. Excluding her, of course, and a small variety of other demi-gods who were either laying in the infirmary or skipping lunch because the carbs were too excessive. In other words, just the useless idiots and the appearance obsessed children of Aphrodite-who Andy seemed to think was the most pointless of all gods and goddesses. The only gods she could really think of who were even more pointless, were Aphrodite’s immortal children, such as Eros and Anteros. Anytime she even thought of the concept of love she wanted to gag. The closest she had ever gotten to it, was her adoration for her stuffed teddy bear.
Despite it being perfect time to escape this place, Andy couldn’t really find the motivation to leave. She was of legal age now so she could easily just slip back into the mortal world. But she wasn’t going to kid herself into thinking that she would actually last long. She had nowhere to go, except for her father’s house, but there was no way in Hades that was going to happen. Truthfully the girl would probably rather actually venture to the Underworld then back to her childhood home. Her monetary funds were also too insufficient for her to make it very far. It was possible that her mother, Persephone, would lend her some cash, but Andy didn't really want a hand-out, even from her own mother. Neither of those reasons, though were why she opted against leaving. It was the simple fact that she knew she wouldn't last too long against the slew of monsters that would, no doubt, be hunting down lone demi-gods.
Her fighting skills were mediocre at best when it came to close-contact fighting. She was decent with a dagger at close-range, but her body lacked the muscle necessary to actually win a fight against a monster. The redhead was best with a bow and a couple of arrows. But admittedly they weren't the best unless one was fighting a monster from a sizeable distance. In short, Andy would most likely be dead in a month (and a month was probably being generous). Even though she highly disliked this place, she still preferred it over dying in the outside world.
Dropping down into a seated position on the soft ground, Andy allowed herself to slouch against one of the trees just inside the property line. Her legs were lazily spread out, from her knee down crossing over the invisible border line. She didn't really think that mattered though. It was highly doubtful that a hell hound would jump out and drag her by the feet out of camp. The redhead figured they weren't even smart enough to realize that her legs were outside the line anyways. The other demi-gods probably wouldn't even realize it. They were a bunch of dim-wits, that was for certain. Her half-siblings and anyone she even remotely tolerated were still included in the 'dim-wit' category. Recently, she'd categorized all things from the Greek world as stupid, pathetic and/or useless. The only thing so far that she liked about this Camp, was that she knew the right people to talk to-or insult-to get outside items. Outside items such as the Big Red gum she was blowing bubbles with.
Tag; Deimos
Word Count; 598
Outfit; Clickeh
Note; Sorry if that was kind of bleh, starter posts are never that spectacular, or at least mine certainly aren't XD
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Post by Deimos on Nov 30, 2010 17:47:21 GMT -5
Every single one of them would burn in Tartarus.
Deimos was gazing down at Camp Half-blood from a tree just otuside the property with ill-disguised hatred in his eyes. Over the past few years it had become a symbol of arrogant demi-gods and their like, namely of that Percy Jackson that he and his brother were so intent on destroying. Obliterating Camp Half-blood and all within it would not only destory Jackson's life, but it would also bring attention to Phobos and Deimos, as was the plan. The gods would feel pain, and they would suffer, as they watched every single one of their children bear torture and painful deaths. Some would be quick, and others would be drawn out. Deimos was still in the process of which way to go with each demi-god.
There was also, of course, his monster to feed. His pet that could go from sea monster to dragon to just about anything. It did whatever Deimos wanted him to... eating demi-gods was surely something his monster was capable of doing. It was probably something he would even enjoy, and something that would terrify... yes, feeding a few demi-gods to his monster sounded like an excellent option. It was something he'd save for his favorites, or rather, his least favorites... favorite enemy? Perhaps that wasn't the right wording for it. The ones he hated most. There, that made sense.
Just as he was considering this, a demi-god approached. Deimos smiled grimly. He wasn't in the particular mood to kill at the moment, but tease and anger and just overall irritate was probably within his range at the moment. Maybe do a little bit of terrorizing. That always got them running and squealing like the little pigs that they were. Smirking, Deimos briefly considered what to do about this demi-god, even though his mind was basically made for him.
Deimos vanished in a poof of yellow smoke - there was a rustling in the trees as he did so, and he reappeared behind the demi-god amongst the trees in Camp Half-blood. He did not want to be seen by many. His presence could cause a disturbance, and the element of mystery and fear had to remain in place if his and his brother's plan was to succeed. But that didn't mean they couldn't mess around with the locals every once in a while. Why, just a few weeks ago, Phobos and another god had killed the stupid Aileron boy - Deimos was sure the entire camp was still reeling from the loss, if it was a loss at all. The boy had seemed fairly weak anyway... maybe not many missed him. Shame.
"You know, there's safety in numbers," he said, his voice deep despite his, what some would call small, size. "You never know what could be lurking in the dark when you're by yourself. Something could snatch you up and leave your body for some unfortunate campers to find." Which was precisely what Deimos was considering doing.
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Post by andy on Dec 5, 2010 1:21:53 GMT -5
Andy was starting to wonder if this place was making her a little bit dellusional on top of the other things it made her (more irritated, angry and mean included in that list of things). She could have very well sworn she'd seen small wisps of yellow smoke fading away from the spot she had just arrived it. That was highly unlikely though considering the only places that emitted smoke around here were the forge and that stupid fire that the demi-gods were supposed to sacrifice good to. Which she never did. Growing girls had to eat after all. Giving her dinner away as a 'tribute' to Persephone was pointless. Not like the goddess needed it. Nor did any of the other immortals. It probably just made them feel important, superior, and even more of full of themselves. She'd only offered up a bit of food one or two times, and that was at the very start of her life at Camp Half-Blood. After the first two nights, she'd decided that she didn't have time to stroke her mother's ego.
Well, okay, so she had plenty of time. She always did in this camp, but she wasn't about to waste it. The demi-god always spent it doing more important things such as picking up on a little training tips here and there so that maybe in seven or so years, she could actually get out of here with a decent chance of surviving in the outside world. The outside world where she could finally enjoy the taste of restaurant food again, and where she could finally purchase some new clothes. Her wardrobe wasn't particularly extensive, certainly not like the Aphrodites' kids' were. Though it still wasn't as if she was lacking in the clothes department. She was just bored of the same old bright orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt mixed in with a small combination of old clothes that still fit her from when she first arrived. The Camp Half-Blood t-shirt was the thing that she really wished would go though. She was no fashion expert, but that orange was hideous...and so obviously a choice made by some idiotic camper or counselor.
Unaware of the fact that someone was nearby, the redhead admittedly jumped a little when she heard someone else's voice. Her surprise though was quickly replaced by an obvious irritation. Slowly she turned her head around, her narrowed eyes glancing into the trees behind her. The speaker was now almost obviously visible. Certainly not what she had been expecting when she'd heard his deep voice. To be honest, Andy had been expecting someone a little more threatening...and maybe taller. He almost looked like a kid at a high school that was constantly shoved into lockers, or thrown in dumpsters. The keyword to that description being almost.
There was seemingly an air of darkness surrounding the boy. An air that almost disturbed her. But he certainly didn't have the appearance to back that up. "There also tends to be safety in height and size, but I don't see you sprouting a couple of inches there, Napolean." Andy commented dryly, referencing to a previous Empereror of France, Napolean Bonaparte. The only thing she could really remember about him from history class was that he lacked in the height department. "And just what exactly is going to snatch me up?" The redhead pondered aloud, repositioning so she didn't have to twist her neck as much to see him. "Our friendly neighborhood Spiderman? Or would it be our unfriendly neighborhood creep?" She inquired sarcastically. Despite the fact that her voice and her attitude lacked any indication of fear, her body still remained a little tense as if it sensed the boy was a real threat.
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Post by Deimos on Dec 19, 2010 14:33:12 GMT -5
Deimos wondered how bad it would be if he just killed this demi-god here and now. He knew that his brother and some other goddess had done it a few weeks back, but two deaths too close to the other would show that something was definitely up. These demi-gods needed to be clueless until the very last minute, or rather, unsuspecting. Keeping them in fear was what they needed. Or, rather, that was what Deimos thought. Too much death would bring them out too quickly. The Olympians would not be able to ignore the situation if things got out of control.
Because this one had a mouth on her. The sarcastic, supposedly witty kind - which was precisely the kind that Deimos couldn't stand. In reality, though, thinking about it, there really weren't any kind of mouth on a demi-god that he liked. Unless, of course, they were saying things like, "Yes, Lord Deimos," or "Of course, your Majesty," or things like that. Because, essentially, that's what he'd make them say someday when he was sitting on the throne of Olympus. Just the thought of that alone was enough to pacify him... for now, at least. Besides, they all mouthed off to him in the beginning, no matter who they were, because of who he was. (Even if this demi-god didn't know who he was.) They'd all see in the end.
"Napoleon conquered most of Europe, and slaughtered many people - sure you want to compare me to such a mortal?" Even though Deimos found the comparison rather flattering... despite the fact that Napoleon was only a mortal. "And someone like me doesn't need size or numbers to do what I want - keep that in mind."
Deimos frowned. He did know what Spiderman meant, only that it was some mortal fad that had occured a while back. Perhaps a superhero? Yes, that's what he remembered. It was some useless mortal superhero who shot spiderweb from his hands. A useless ability. And a boring one, to boot. Why would you want do that when you could terrify groups of 100 or more at the same time and have control a beast that was so powerful it could eat the supposed Loch Ness Monster in one gulp? Hmph. "Want to step outside the boundary to see?" he asked with a snicker. "There may or may not be some hellhounds waiting for a snack out there."
Deimos snapped his fingers. Without warning, the baying and barking of hellhounds sounded just over the boundary. He had no such control over the beasts, but he had control over illusions, which is exactly what it was.
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Post by andy on Dec 22, 2010 20:07:06 GMT -5
Andrea had never the best at not pissing people off. In fact, she could practically win an award for pissing people off, if there was such a thing. Sometimes she didn’t even mean to make people mad on purpose, but her personality just automatically did it for her. She wasn’t going to pretend that she was a nice person just so that other people wouldn’t hate her. Nice was not her thing. Never had been, and probably never will be. Already the expression on this guy’s face was enough to tell her that he didn’t enjoy her company in the least bit. His look didn’t necessarily radiate hatred, but there was something about it that she just told her that he was annoyed. That was to be expected, considering most people didn’t like being insulted.
The demigod tilted her head back and forth as if considering her answer. “You’re right..You’re not like Napolean.” She informed him, tapping her fingernails along her shorts. A small pause accompanied her statement just for the effect. “You’re more like one of those munchkins from the Wizard of Oz.” Her lips twitched in the shape of a smirk, as she started to quietly hum ‘We’re off to See the Wizard’. It was a catchy tune really if one thought about it. All of those Disney songs were, even the ones off of the animated movies. The only movies she could watch anymore, without making fun of them, were original animated Disney movies, or possibly ones with Orlando Bloom or some other attractive celebrity. She still had her celebrity crushes, just like any other teenage girl.
Her eyebrows raised in suspicion at the guy’s follow-up comment. Wow, that’s the kind of thing only a rapist would say. She mused quietly to herself. “And what exactly is that you want to do?” Andy wondered aloud, deciding to leave out another rude comment that she had in mind. The way he said the word mortal made it seem as though he thought himself very superior to mortals. Now there were a couple of demigods who felt that way, but his superior attitude made it seem unlikely that he was a demigod either. Which basically left just one thing, and if he really was an immortal, then she should probably tone down her rude nature. Sure, she was still going to be mean (because she really couldn’t completely get rid of that part of her personality), but just a little less so. She didn’t need to get murdered by an angry immortal.
His almost puzzled expression at the mention of Spiderman further confirmed Andy’s earlier idea that perhaps he was a god. Well if this was what all gods were like, she was glad that she didn’t meet them often because, boy, was this guy irritating, and a little bit creepy. “Hm, I think I’ll stay right here, thanks for the offer though.” A small shiver ran up her spine at the sound of the hellhounds barking, but she refrained from flinching. She did end up pulling her legs back over the property line though. She didn’t need her legs becoming chew toys. “Why don’t you go play with them instead? I’m sure you’re very entertaining, especially at parties.” Her nonchalant tone slowly returned to her. Andy didn’t like it when people thought that she was afraid of them, so she’d long since practiced remaining monotone when she was shocked or frightened or anything of the sort. Though she hardly ever felt shocked or frightened anyways.
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