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Post by Ryan Simons on Jan 11, 2011 23:06:30 GMT -5
Ryan sort of hated water. It wasn't the best place for him to be around, but he could bear it. Half his life was him just gritting his teeth and baring it. His life was just a battle ground where he had to rough everything out himself. He guessed that one of the main reasons he didn't really like the large blue liquid infront of him was, well, he didn't know how to swim. At all. That would become a problem at some point of his life, he knew it. Being a demigod, they needed to know sort of a lot about survival and well, to him, swimming sort of seemed important. There wasn't any lake or anything near his aunt's house, so he had never learned. Now that he was at Camp, he wasn't ever going to ask any time soon.
He had no idea why he was sitting down here, by the lake. It was sort of a bad memory of getting beat up by Reena. That had not been fun. His left side all out, getting stabbed with a dagger; then again, he was used to just bleeding out and collapsing on the spot. It had been a part of his daily training while he was younger. He randomly flipped a stone in his hand then threw it into the water, watching the ripples go and expand. It was fascinating, and almost (if he dare think it) peaceful to watch. He had never really watched it do that in a large body of water. The most he had ever seen it, was in his sink at his former home; if one could even call it a home.
The demigod just kept his eyes on the water. He was tense, as he always was. In that sense, he was a tad bit paranoid. Ryan blamed his aunt about that. Sometimes, he questioned her teaching methods in his head. Even though she told him he wasn't allowed to question anything, she couldn't stop him from thinking. Besides, at that point of his life, he still knew how to ask. He had never voiced them, since he'd more than likely get slapped or hit with something sharp. Instead of trying to teach Ryan how to control his ADHD, Kath had just encouraged it. She would always just attack him, with a weapon or empty handed, for no apparent reason other then to start an on the spot spar. Half of him thought that it could be practical. No enemy or monster would just be like a red flag and have a sign announcing they were there and ready to attack. Then again, it was bad since he was expecting to be attacked at any given time.OOC: Hope this is okay ^^ Sorry for the shortness 
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry, Wary, On Guard
To: Toby Davis-Son of Apollo
IC Word Count: 465
Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy
Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
Ryan's Story Thinking [/size][/font]
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Post by toby on Jan 18, 2011 19:11:58 GMT -5
Snapping his mind back to reality-- he had a tendency to zone out, but had no control over it --the young demigod sat down next to the guy. He wasn’t sure if that was a smart move or not, never meeting the other demigod before, but hell that was how he had first met Sol and it seemed to have worked out fine. “Um, hey…” he said hesitantly with a small smile on his face. He bit his lip, hoping the other boy would reply and not shoo him off like he was some annoying fly or nat. “Um, I’m Toby Davis…son of Apollo…………what’s your name?” His smile turned more nervous. He wasn’t sure why, but making friends at camp…it was different than making friends at home. A part of him actually cared about what the other demigods thought about him, when usually anything that had to do with himself was pushed into the back of his mind. He usually didn’t care whether people saw the bruises or scars on him, even though he had been told many times by his step-father to hide them, but that had only been because he didn’t want the police or whatever getting involved or something like that, he wasn’t sure. Now, though, he always seemed to make an effort to wear his jacket and cover up the scars and bruises. He had even insisted on wearing it while sparing with Sol, despite eventually getting hot and sweaty. The right arm of his jacket, though, was slightly ripped now by his elbow where the blonde’s sword had come closer to the brunette than he would have liked. It didn’t show any scars, though and he was thankfully for that.
Even now, he felt his hand absent-mindedly brushing his fingers across his own neck, where he still had a mark from his step-father trying to strangle him. Jeez, would that mark ever fade? He hoped so. It had already brought unwanted attention. He knew Sol had noticed it, but thankfully his friend hadn’t said anything about it. Toby turned his mind back onto the person he was currently with. He wondered how the other boy’s life had been. Had it been rough? Easy? A piece of cake? He doubted it. He had yet to meet a demigod with a easy life in the past, though pasts were something people rarely seemed to want to talk about.
OOC comment: sorry it took me so long >< sorry sorry sorry!
Word count: 649
Character mood: nervous, friendly, tired from sparing
Tags: Ryan : D |
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Post by Ryan Simons on Jan 21, 2011 15:58:13 GMT -5
Ryan was anything but happy at Camp. It was better than his old life, but it didn't beat it by much. If anything, it took away a few bad parts, only to replace them with other things. Sometimes he'd get starved; here, he was guaranteed food. Not that he always took it, but now he had to deal with an over crowded place. He exhaled, half rolling his eyes and looking out over the water. If he didn't think it so terrifying, the water would of looked almost peaceful to him. The demigod boy took a small pebble off the ground and threw it into the lake. It rippled and Ryan watched it curiously. It was much more interesting to watch on a large scale; in his old home, he just had the sink and his fingers. He exhaled, continuing to watch the ripples spread; an odd sense of calm and near peacefulness came over him. Try putting the words Ryan and peaceful/calm together. They almost never worked; this was a very rare occasion in which it almost did.
He was only half calm or peaceful though. The other half, on default and habit, was always on guard. Always restless and driving his ADHD crazy. Ryan inhaled, the breeze lightly ruffling his dirty blonde hair. It was just down where it pleased; Ryan wasn't big on brushing his hair or anything. If that, he'd run his scarred fingers through his hair and then let it fall where it wanted. He shoved his hands in his jacket's pockets. The fifteen year old was in his normal attire. Long and black. Yes, he knew it was summer and yes, he knew that it was a training camp and he'd get hot and whatnot. Whatever, he'd just wear what he always wore. That was long black pants, a long sleeved shirt and a black jacket. It wasn't that he was interested in hiding the scars all over his body, it was just what he was used to wearing. That, plus these clothes could hold weapons inside them.
Up his sleeves, he had a dagger up one and disk in his opposite. Like wise, they resided in his shoes. When he was little, he always was puzzled as to how his aunt pulled weapons out of no where. As he grew, he figured out that they had been in her clothing. He also had to learn how to make things to carry his weapons around. That included his clothes, sheaths and his weapons belt. The weapons belt held a dagger, a disk, his staff and then a pouch with a sharpening stone and two attachable spear heads. One might think it was heavy, but it was actually a light weight. Add on the projectiles in his clothes and the swords and the bows and arrows strapped to his back, he was practically a walking weapons shop. Ryan knew he was, and he didn't care. He didn't care about anything anyone said about him.
Behind him, he heard someone approach and then felt them sit down beside him. Ryan wasn't really a fan of close contact unless fighting, but he could grit his teeth and just put up with it. It was what he had been doing most of his life. "Hi," he growled. Ryan rolled his eyes, and then grey-blue eyes snapped up to the boy who had just sat down. Ryan had no idea of the Random Annoying's facial expression, all he knew was that the guy had sounded nervous. He had good reason to be. He just shrugged as the boy introduced himself. Ryan had no interest in any demigod's personal things. Even though some part of his brian logged it away for later, he didn't care right now. The fifteen year old studied the boy for a few moments, buying his time. It was sad, but Ryan did forget his own name. It hadn't been in use a lot. He narrowed his eyes, wondering if he should tell the boy or not. Well, he had told him, so why not just return it?
"Ryan," he said shortly after a moment's hesitation. His analytical eyes watched the new boy's movement carefully. The new Random Annoying went to rub his neck and Ryan saw a bit of a mark. He half rolled his eyes and kept his hands in his pockets. The demigod had scars and markings everywhere: arms, legs, back and mostly his hands. It wasn't that he was ashamed of them or anything; he didn't care if people saw them or not. He cared very little, if at all about what people thought about him. They were a part of who he was now, permanently... unfortunately. OOC: Hope this is okay ^^ Sorry about his non chattiness...
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry, On Guard
To: Toby Davis-Son of Apollo
IC Word Count: 807
Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy
Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
Ryan's Story Thinking [/size][/font]
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