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Post by Natalie Ramsey on Nov 12, 2010 9:29:45 GMT -5
 There was something about the daughters of Aphrodite that made Natalie’s skin crawl. She had never seen so much make up on a person other than a clown. And while they looked like circus freaks and porcelain dolls they had the nerve to eye and judge Natalie. She wore make up when she felt like it and when she wasn’t going to sweat it off during the climbing wall. Her camp shirt and jean shorts were singed from the lava and ash was smudged across her face. Natalie self-consciously dragged her arm across her cheek; it only caused the ash to smear. The Aphrodite girls giggled and rolled their eyes as Natalie passed them. What a surprise, they were seated out in the open laying on towels sun tanning in their perfectly toned and already tanned bodies.
Natalie scowled at them. Her skin was usually red with sunburn because she spent so much time out and about actually training. She was built differently than her siblings. Natalie was one of the few Ares kids who was not built like the Incredible Hulk. She had feminine curves and features; she was quite pretty even with her hair knotted in a bun on the back of her head. Her looks were probably what made the Aphrodite kids to mock her each time she walked by. They were offended by her fairly attractiveness and how Natalie chose to deal with it. She wore little make up and her face had tiny cuts from training year round.
It was a struggle to keep her temper from exploding as she walked by the Aphrodite kids. They jeered at her and Natalie pictured her sword cutting off all of their pretty hair. It made her smile a little and she tried to shut out the harsh words. Any other kid of Ares would have pummeled them on the spot but Natalie didn’t think it would be fair to the spoiled little brats who probably only picked up a sword once in their lives. Instead she continued on crossing the creek, passing the cabins and arena and walked into the armory.
Natalie didn’t realize how tense her shoulders were or how her hands were balled so tight that her nails were digging into her palms. She stopped next to a rack of spears. Natalie could still hear their laughter in her head. She had half the mind to march back out there and show them what for. Instead Natalie let out a cry of frustration and anger and shoved the collection of spear sending then clattering to the floor. She bent over grabbing one of them and tossed it across the armory. The spear tip hit the wall and stuck.
Natalie kicked at the spears on the ground and moved over to a workbench. A few swords had been left out no doubt to be sharpened. Natalie pulled at the ponytail holder and yanked it out. Her dark hair fell over her shoulders in a knotted clump. She tried her best to run her fingers through it to smooth the mess out. After a few run through she gave up and leaned forward on the workbench. She buried her face in her hands. |
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Post by Ryan Simons on Nov 19, 2010 17:46:29 GMT -5
Don't be afraid
I've taken my beating...
I'm strong on the surface
Not all the way through
I've never been perfect
But neither have you
~Leave Out All The Rest, Linkin Park[/size][/font] With Narnia...[/right] Ryan was stalking towards the armory. Sometimes he really wished that weapons could maintain themselves, but that was never really going to ever be the case. He had made half his weapons when he came here to camp because of the celestial bronze thing and then continued to maintain his regular steel weapons. A regular blade could do fine as well as a celestial bronze any day. Apparently not in demigod world. Demigods could get hurt by either celestial or steel; mortals could only get hurt by steel and monsters only by the celestial. It sort of made no sense in Ryan's head. A blade was a blade; then again, a lot of stuff didn't make sense in this Hades hole.
Suddenly, the demigod boy gave a slight wince and looked at his right hand. It was the usual sight he looked at every day: all scarred up. Weird thing was, one of his scars had sort of just throbbed; a slight pain was jolting down it. Ryan shook his hand and bit his tongue sort of hard; he tasted blood a few seconds later. The scars on his hands were old, healed over, and Ryan hadn't gotten them cut open since he came to Camp. The only reason for that was probably that no one played Catch the Dagger with him here. Sure, they could if they hated him enough; but they couldn't do anything to take his staff away.
He had just come back from the forest. Dirt smudged his usually long sleeved shirt and pants. Yes, he was sort of an odd one. Long sleeves and long pants, summer included. In his old home, if he wasn't dying of heat, he was freezing in the cold. Lucky him hadn't had that much heat in his room. Whichever way it worked, it was usually in the extreme. The only visible scars on him were the ones on his hands, if people cared to look. Not that he cared that they were there; they just were and he had gotten used to them. If he had short sleeves and shorts, then that would a different story. He sort of deemed himself lucky (if that was possible for a demigod) that he didn't have any marks on his face. It was actually sort of weird when he thought about it. Ryan was scared up almost every place but his face and neck.
As he passed between the Cabins and the Dining Pavilion, a surge of angry stubbornness came over him. All those two places were good for was for distinguishing each demigod by parent. It was so stupid! Ryan was no one's kid in his head, even though he had a Cabin full of so called 'siblings' to tell him other wise. Whatever. Ryan could hardly distinguish his 'siblings' from other faceless nobodies in Camp. That was how little he cared. He also didn't hang around the Cabin for long so he couldn't name-face associate that way; that was on the top of the 'where not to find Ryan' list. He rolled his eyes; he didn't give a care about his Cabin, or his Table. As far as the Tables went, he usually went to eat when there was no one around. That and he sat wherever he wanted. The very idea that he had been sort of good during his first week here was repulsive.
Nearing the armory, he heard a sort of war cry and a fairly loud crash. Ryan rolled his eyes, great, he was about to encounter another demigod. Well, whatever, he wasn't just going to turn around and leave now, he had had made a commitment to coming here. He marched straight in and didn't even flinch as he heard a whack of a spear against wall to the right of him. "Pretty decent throw," he commented dryly to the girl who then turned her back and sat on a bench. True, he may of seemed like a cold, negative and crazy demigod in the Camp, but he knew a good throw when he saw one. Just because the person was a girl and perhaps even younger than him, didn't mean that she couldn't fight. Ryan knew a lot of pretty decent girl fighters. He also knew that there were those out there that were better at him. Take his older 'siblings' for instance.OOC: Hope you don't mind me jumping in... hope the post is okay
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Word From the Character: Dang you Ellie, stop making me meet other freaking demigods
Mood: Angry, Stubborn
To: Natalie "Nat" Ramsey, Open
IC Word Count: 745
Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy
Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
Ryan's Story Thinking [/size][/font] |
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Post by Natalie Ramsey on Nov 23, 2010 9:40:32 GMT -5
Natalie rubbed her temples trying to tell herself to calm down. Over reacting wasn’t exactly in her vocabulary. However an outsider might say that what Natalie did was an overreaction. Her temper was never the best and she blamed it on Ares. Natalie didn’t hate or even dislike her father for it but she didn’t want to take the blame for her anger. Emotions showed weakness and anger was one of them.
At the sound of another voice Natalie stood up straight grabbed the nearest sword and whipped around. Her eyes were on fire and she was ready to slice the dice the person who snuck up on her. It only took a few seconds to realize that the person was her brother Ryan. She let her arm drop and she tossed the sword off to the side. Her eyes still narrowed on her brother looking him up and down. Her nose turned up slightly and touched her hair to make sure it was still in place and nothing was messed up.
“Of course it was.” She sneered. Natalie believed herself to be different than the rest of her siblings. She wasn’t as hateful toward the other campers. Natalie knew her younger brother though. Ryan wasn’t exactly popular around camp. He had been here for three years and Natalie knew him to be mean to just about everyone. He was probably one of her favorites though, even though he was her brother she enjoyed to pick on him. Right now though it wasn’t the time to mess around. Natalie felt more than slightly embarrassed for someone catching her during the mini tantrum.
She walked over to the wall and yanked the spear free. Natalie began picking up the mess she made without a second thought. She acted as though she hadn’t been the cause of it. “Is there anything I can help you with Ryan? Or are you here to mock me too?” Natalie didn’t make an attempt to hide the coldness from her voice. For a second she thought she felt tears push on the back of her eyes but Natalie quickly drew in a deep breath and puffed out her chest attempting to keep from crying. |
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Post by Ryan Simons on Nov 23, 2010 19:56:15 GMT -5
When Ryan entered, it became sort of apparent that he had walked in at a bad time. Since when was his very existence ever convenient? His first clue about an untimely entrance? The girl had just thrown a spear at the wall. Throughout the years, Ryan had associated throwing things at a target, object or person, as a way to get frustration or anger out. Either that, or they were training. It was in the armory, and they had the arena and archery range for missile practice, so he eliminated down to the possibility of frustration. That was his way to get his anger out, anyway. The way her posture was though, told him that she was sort of uptight; Ryan finally landed on that she was frustrated about something. The demigod gave his eyes a slight roll and waited to see this girl's reaction as he spoke; he stood as he always did, tense and expecting the worst. He still hated his aunt for this.
Ryan reacted as fast as the girl did. Example B on why his stance was the way it was. Sometimes it helped, it was fair to say that he was mostly ready for anything any time. On the flip side, it sometimes hurt; every now and again, Ryan would over analyze something. Whatever, he'd just keep being him; it had worked for three years, so why would it suddenly just stop? As the girl moved towards a blade, he reached behind him and unsheathed his own sword with one fluid movement and pointed it at her, his grey eyes firing up. They stood there for a moment, before the girl lowered her weapon and tossed it to the side. Ryan rolled his eyes and lowered his sword, but kept it at his side.
He just glared back and stood his ground as she analyzed him through narrowed eyes; Ryan would probably have to go through millions of these narrowed or glared eyes analyzation through his lifetime; he had already gone through about one thousand. He snorted, hearing the female's response. Note to self: Never complement anyone ever again. He had tried, and to a pretty bad result. "Oh, of course," Ryan growled back sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Pretty decent conceitedness too," he snarled icily. Right, he forgot; some of these demigods at Camp Hades were full of themselves. He only had so much patience for people; not much with his temper and personality combined. In all truthfulness, it didn't take much for him to snap at someone verbally. Attack physically was a different story. He'd only attack if they did something that seriously hit home or if they attacked first. He had taken the girl's move as the first, so technically, he had just gone on the defense.
The boy just stood there as the seemingly older camper approached the wall and yanked the thrown spear out of it. For a nano second, he considered turning around to see who else had come in until he realized that she was addressing him. Shoot. He really needed to start getting used to hearing being addressed by his name. Yes, he did still hesitate, he was used to being called anything but his actual name. At least he knew his name, a smallish part of him did; it would be viewed as sad to some people, but it was true. It would just make it all the worse if anyone ever bothered to ask about his birthday (whatever that was) and he couldn't give an answer. "No," he snapped coldly and curtly. No, he didn't need anyone's help with anything; never did and never would. He was a loner, independent, and liked it that way. He rolled his eyes. "Only if you want me too," he sneered at her. He smirked, well, someone wasn't in a good mood. He could detect the coldness in her voice and assumed someone had already mocked her; that along with 'too'.OOC: Lol *has a Narnia moment* o.O DECEMBER 1st!
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Word From the Character: Ellie, if you start softening me up I am friggin going to kill you!
Mood: Angry, Tense
To: Natalie "Nat" Ramsey
IC Word Count: 671
Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy
Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
Ryan's Story Thinking [/size][/font]
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Post by Natalie Ramsey on Dec 21, 2010 13:10:12 GMT -5
Seeing her brother standing behind her was the last thing Natalie needed. She knew how kids of Ares operator, emotions other than anger were considered a weakness. Ares did not show weakness. There was no crying in war or battle. You sucked it up and drove forward and didn’t let others see what you really felt. Natalie lifted her head high and kept her chest puffed out. She didn’t look like most of her siblings or sisters, most certainly she was no Clarisse. Natalie was skinny and just shrieked weakling. She was anything but though. Natalie was perfectly capable of handling her own and she had proven it multiple times in the arena.
She glared over at Ryan and began cleaning up the mess she had made. His response was equally as cold and uncaring as Natalie’s question. She decided to ignore the comment about her being conceited. She replaced the spear and carefully arranged them keeping her back to her brother. She struggled with trying not to cry. Her emotions were at their extremes right now and she just wanted to disappear back to the cabin, or better yet the woods where no one would find her. Natalie needed time to work out her frustrations away from camp and away from judging eyes. She scoffed at Ryan’s response and rolled her eyes.
Natalie pulled on her ponytail to tighten and spun on the balls of her feet to face Ryan. She examined him up and down with a deadly serious expression. Natalie didn’t need to fight with her siblings as well; it was bad enough that everyone else in camp disliked her, or some aspect of her. “So I can only assume you have something to say about my tantrum. Its obvious that you saw all of that.” Natalie crossed her arms over her chest and jetted one of her hips out to the side. “Go ahead, Ry Ry. Make a comment about how a daughter of Ares lost her head and showed weakness. Run and tell everyone else, tell Clarisse tell everyone in camp.” Natalie drew in a breath and glanced at the ground.
She was acting childish; there was no doubt about it. And now she was taking her anger out on her brother. Ryan was probably the only Ares kid Natalie remotely liked even though he pretty much hated everyone in existence. “I’m sorry.” She dropped her arms back to her sides and picked up her sword once again. “I didn’t mean to snap at you, not like you care or anything, but sorry. Have you wanted to grab and Aphrodite kid by the hair and just take your sword and chop it all off?” Natalie had anger problems, then again what Ares kid didn’t. Normally Natalie was great at hiding her emotions from others but it was one of those rare days where she wanted to kick in the teeth of the ones who mocked her. “What am I talking about, course you have. I think everyone has felt that way about the Aphrodite cabin at least once or twice, even if they won’t admit it.” She chuckled a little. |
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Post by Ryan Simons on Dec 21, 2010 19:40:32 GMT -5
Ryan just stood there, eyeing the girl over. Then he remembered, quite vaguely, that she was in the same Cabin as him. Whatever, that didn't mean anything to him; he had only observed her there once or twice while near the stupid place. She didn't look like an Ares kid, but Ryan didn't doubt that she was. She was almost as skinny as a stick and on the petite side, not crazily built up. Whatever, physical appearance meant nothing to him. Ryan had blonde hair and grey eyes; someone had actually mistaken him for a kid of Apollo, then for a one of Athena once while he was in the Hermes Cabin. Someone else in the cabin was quick to tell the other off, that kids of Athena were claimed at birth. Starting a fight in an overpacked cabin of losers wasn't the best place to have a fight, but that was almost what had happened.
The fifteen year old returned the glare that the girl gave him and idly watched her start to clean up. Not surprisingly, she ignored his comment on her egotistical nature. That was fine with him; he was used to being ignored and hated, whatever. He noticed that she was purposefully keeping her back to him and he narrowed his eyes slightly. "You know I could of stabbed you in the back by now," he commented dryly. "Or would your oh so great senses pick that up and whack my neck off first?" he asked sarcastically. Then he heard a scoff and imagined her rolling her eyes, or that's what he'd do, anyway.
As Natalie spun around, Ryan just stood in place, not moving an inch. He held his gaze and she looked him up and down. Great, how many of these analytical looks would he have to receive in his demigod, short life time? Probably over one billion. He was up in the millions already, for sure. Not that he cared; what others thought about him, he didn't care. Why should he? He already knew that almost everyone hated him, and for good reason; it all worked out. He hated them and they hated him right back. "Well, Oh Great One," he started sarcastically, "your assumption is wrong," he ended in a snarl. Why she was up in emotion was no interest of his; it wasn't his business and he didn't want it to be. "Obvious? Really?" he asked rhetorically, in fake disbelief. "Who wouldn't notice a spear lodging itself a foot and a half away from their head unless they were blind or already dead?" he snorted, rolling his eyes, then mimicked her and crossed his arms.
He rolled his eyes, then glared at her. "Don't call me that!" he growled sharply. "Do you seriously want me to tell them?" he snorted, glaring at her. Even if she did, he never would. One, it wasn't his business; two, he didn't care; three, he was to antisocial; four, he wasn't a tattle tale; five, he didn't care, wait... that was already mentioned. "Because I wasn't going to in the first place," he growled. "It's not my business and I don't care about why you're like this!" he snapped. He eyed her weirdly. "Whatever," he shrugged as she apologized. Not like he cared any; he was to used to having anger being taken out on him, whether it be physical or verbal. All he could do was snap or fight back.
"Yes..." he answered in a slight growl, slight suspicion in his voice. Heck, he wanted to shatter their mirrors in their faces or something that'd mark up their flawless features. Being a kid of love and beauty, ugh. Two things Ryan despised and hated all in one package. His physical appearance was far from flawless; a lot of scars would do that to you. He shrugged. "Guess so," he shrugged indifferently.OOC: Woot! Ryan's muse return XD
Character Name: Ryan Simons aka Ryealicious
Word From the Character: ... I am so going to kill you -_-
Mood: Angry
To: Natalie "Nat" Ramsey-Daughter of Ares
IC Word Count: 667
Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy
Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
Ryan's Story Thinking [/size][/font]
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