Not a Morning Person [OPEN]

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Jett had never been much of a morning person. Morning was bothersome, sudden, humid, and just a dull reminder you had yet another terribly boring day to drag yourself through. Perhaps this was a dramatization on this bitter demigod’s part, but dawn had always irked her. Snuggled in bed, oblivious to the world around her, and then BAM she’s awake and feels like french fries cooked in the microwave- floppy and bland.

However hard she tried, Jett could not block the persistent sunshine from her eyes. It streamed through the windows, and even though she had her face buried into a pillow, it still managed to get through and sabotage her peaceful slumber, the first of that adjective in days. Groaning softly, Jett lifted her head and fished around her bed for a spare blanket. Once she found one, she promptly grabbed the neon green duct tape she kept on hanging from the ladder leading to the bunk above her and fashioned some tacky but effective curtains.

Thirty minutes passed, and Jett unwillingly realized she was already wide awake. A couple of curses slipped from her mouth as she sat up and ran a hand through her tangled hair. Currently it was at a solid red with faded yellow roots. She stood up and shuffled over to her dresser, taking a shy peek at herself in the mirror but instantly regretting it. Her hair was tangle-y, freckles screaming ‘nerd! nerd!’, and her eyes that dull green-brown. Ick.

By the time all the tangles were out of Jett’s hair, the comb she had used had mini-hairballs weaved around the teeth and her scalp hurt like hell. The daughter of Odyne sighed and changed into something a little less comfortable than sweatpants big enough for someone triple her size and a tank top- a t-shirt with a hippie smiley face on it and some canary yellow jeans. She’d slept in a rubber bracelet with the word ‘NOM’ on it, so didn’t bother grabbing another from the multitude of bracelets she had hanging from the ladder beside her bed; in fact that was where she hung most of her stuff. Jett decided to grab her nerd glasses too, since today she really looked like a bit of a dork.

Still looking a little petulant, Jett yanked on a pair of sneakers and skedaddled her way out of her rather morbid looking cabin. As soon as she step foot into the blinding sunlight, she wished she had been logical and bought some sunglasses instead of freaking lens-less nerd glasses. Crossly she held up her hand to shield her burning eyes.
Once her eyes recovered from the abrupt change from a dim to a dazzling background, the young lady leaned back against the wall, shutting her eyes and enjoying the silence.

Before long her little reverie at the porch had gotten old and she left the shade of her cabin behind. The lake was always nice in the morning. But it almost always had people near it, and today Jett wanted to spend her daily morning sulking time alone.

Jett finally made up her mind to go to the creek; she hadn’t been there a while and was fairly certain it wasn’t a very popular hot-spot with the other campers, most likely because it almost always had monsters near it. Eh, she’d brought a dagger. That would be all she needed, wouldn’t it? One glance from Jett and the dumb beast would be vulnerable, however armored it was.

Well, at least that was what she hoped would happen.

The walk to the Zephynos Creek wasn’t too bad- so far there were no monsters around, which improved her day slightly in itself. Last time she had come she had dealt with two giant slimy things, and that had grossed her out so much she didn’t return for a full two years. Even today it wasn’t her first choice; her hand rested gently on the (sheathed, of coarse) dagger hanging from her belt like a key-chain. Jett was amazed that the whole thing hadn’t at least shown some kind of imperfection after washing it with her other clothes so many times. It was almost like that specific dagger was attached to the specific pair of yellow jeans- rarely she took it off.

The creek was particularly sparkly today. It glistened continuously with the current, making a little splish every time it slapped against one of the rocks jutting out of the clear water. Oh, how special. Jett walked forward, sitting down by the rather abrupt edge and ripping off her shoes and socks. Gods, she hadn’t prepared to go wading today. Oh well. Jett liked too do things on a whim.

WORDS;; 802
LYRICS;; Honey and the Bee by Owl City
MUSE;; Started out great last night, but bleh today.
CREDIT;; It's Leah's, dun't steal or she'll drink all of your coffee and go on a rampage through your house!

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[Nathaniel Ryder]

The forest was about the only place that Nathan could test out his little inventions without his siblings breathing down his neck. He liked to get up early to work before camp activities took up the majority of his time. Plus Nathan liked the silence, and a body of water around was the safest thing. At the lake the water nymphs had refused to let him anywhere near the water without making threats of drowning him. They were still mad about the Pegasus dung incident. That was like a few days ago, one would think they would get over it by now. Nathan tinkered away at his pair of metal wings. He felt a little like Daedalus except he was smarter for making wings that wouldn't melt in the heat of the sun. What moron made wings out of wax and feathers?

He used his wrench to scratch his back and then his head. The oil that was on the end wiped off in his hair but Nathan didn't give it a second thought. He chewed a toothpick and muttered a few things under his breath. "They shouldn't be overheating like this." He grumbled poking at a few wires and gears inside the main controls. Nathan had been having problems with this project for the last few weeks. He designed and built them with no trouble but when it came to getting the set of ten-foot wing span to work he was having rotten luck.

Nathan groaned and flicked the toothpick from his mouth. He sniffed and sat back unable to figure out what was going wrong. In a fit of anger he hit the wings with his mother's wrench before sliding it back into his belt. The wings shuddered and started to move. But not only that the gears and engine began to smoke as they lifted off the ground. Nathan, in reaction to possibly losing his project, grabbed a hold of the wings. For some reason Nathan thought he might be able to pull them back to the ground, instead Nathan's feet lifted from the ground.

"Not good." Nathan stated. The wings sputtered and shot off down the creek and through the trees with Nathan holding on for dear life. "Not good!" he shouted amongst his screams. The wings zigzagged around low hanging branches missing each tree and bush in its path. Nathan smiled a little, "At least the auto steering system works." He let out a tiny laugh before the wings sputtered once more and the engine stopped running. Nathan was gliding now but not for long. The wings became tangle in a tree and the impact caused for Nathan to lose his. Thankfully the creek was below and the tree was only about ten feet in the air.

Nathan landed in the middle of the creek with a great splash. He laid there for a moment his eyes shut. "I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead." He muttered over and over again. Nathan finally made his way over to the edge of the creek. He spit out water and picked leaves off him. After about half a minute of plucking the twigs and leaves from his hair, Nathan realized he wasn't exactly alone. Nathan blinked and looked up at a girl. His ears flushed pink. Someone had witnessed his stupidity. Great. Nathan flashed her his usual goofy grin. He sat there for a moment in awkward silence with the grin on his face.

"Um," he said after another minute. "How much of that did you actually see?"

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NOTES//[/size] gotta love Nathan [/center]

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After rolling her bright yellow jeans up to her knees, Jett let her feet dangle in the clear water. Little minnows darted in and out between her toes, and she watched them curiously. Briefly she wondered what a fish would do if it fell under her torture. Her hazel eyes brightened and centered on the largest one, eyebrows pulling together in concentration. The small creature froze in its peaceful nibbling of Jett’s feet, and an instant later began to thrash around. All the other little fishes bolted away, but the bigger one stayed wiggling. After a long moment, it neared the surface. Jett reached down, picked up the tiny minnow, and set it on her palm.

“Aww, did you die, little fishie?” She jeered, poking the still creature with her pinkie finger and rolling it around in her hand. It didn’t really change a bit; just stopped struggling to get back in the water and writhing in pain. Not too keen on smelling like fish, she dropped the carcass and watched it sink onto the bottom. A couple other minnows gathered around it, touching it with her nose like it was food. Jett laughed aloud.

A shout pierced the contented silence, along with a rather loud coughing noise, like a dying car. Jett’s head tilted backwards, catching a boy hanging on to a pair of…wings, were they? The daughter of Odyne grinned, certain this would end badly. She watched excitedly as the wings crashed into a tree, and let the boy plummet to the creek below.

Well damn. He didn’t look like he was in any serious pain. Or mild pain, for that matter.

Jett’s expression shifted into petulance, before a little smirk made it’s debut on her lips. She observed him, legs crossed in front of her and one eyebrow raised. It was a little while before he noticed her. Jett placed her hand in front of her and waved it once like a sarcastic greeting. Leaning back slightly, she smiled at him. “Most of it. Well, all I possibly could have seen. Clever invention, though I would have included a brake system.” She teased lightly, putting her bare feet into the water and standing. Dodging slippery or sharp-looking rocks, the red-haired girl stepped over and looked at him a bit expectantly.

“I’m Jett.”

WORDS;; 402
LYRICS;; Honey and the Bee by Owl City
MUSE;; Okay.
CREDIT;; It's Leah's, dun't steal or she'll drink all of your coffee and go on a rampage through your house!

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[Nathaniel Ryder]

Nathan sat there with a dumb look on his face staring up at the girl who had witnessed his stupidity. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head pulling off a wet leaf that had fallen into the creek. He shook the leaf from his hand, though it took a few tries. This further embarrassed Nathan causing him to blush deeper. As the girl referred to his invention as clever, Nathan perked up a little and smiled at her smugly. His mind chose not to take the last part of the sentence as an insult though.

“Yes well, the brake system is installed. It’s just malfunctioning at the moment. Early test phase lots of bugs to work out.” Nathan realized he was still sitting in the middle of the creek. Carefully getting to his feet, Nathan let the water run from his clothing. Jett. That was a pretty awesome name. She sounded like a superhero or something. Of course Nathan wouldn’t say that out loud.

“Jett? I like it, very Stan Lee superhero like.”

Maybe he would.

“I’m Nathan, or Nate the Great if you want to call me that.” Nathan extended his hand to the girl but then drew it back again. He was still soaking wet and standing in the creek. Not exactly the best first meeting. Nathan had seen the girl around camp but had never spoken a word to her. There were a lot of people like that. He was kind of a hermit, preferring to work on his inventions. He shook his head, as a dog would to dry off, sending water flying and causing his hair to plaster to his forehead. Nathan pushed the hair from his face and smiled slightly at Jett.

“Sorry. Umm, kid of Hephaestus if you wouldn’t tell by the mechanical pair of wings that I just crashed into that tree. Which I need to figure out how to get down.” He pondered looking back at the mess. No doubt the mechanics were screwed up more so than before. He hated having to go back several steps. Nathan waded his way out of the creek and plopped back down on the shore his clothes still dripping with water. He looked over to Jett trying to think up some kind of conversation.

“It’s dangerous to be out in the forest. Alone. Even in the morning. By the way what are you doing out here this early? No one is usually out and about before they have to be.” Nathan dug his pinky finger into his ear and then smacked the side of his hand trying to expel the water trapped inside.

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NOTES//[/size]sry it took so long for me to reply![/center]