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Post by William Riley on Jul 31, 2011 13:53:55 GMT -5
After nineteen years of being alive, William had mastered very few talents. He'd mastered exactly three things; healing, surfing aaand, most importantly, arts and crafts. He may as well have been the inventor of arts and crafts, or at least crafts, that's how good he was. Or at least that's how good he liked to believe he was. He had a right to be egotistical about at least one thing in his life. This just so happened to be what he chose.
Sitting at one of the pottery tables, Will looked like one hell of a dork. His fingers were covered in the sticky clay substance that he'd used to make a deformed dragon out of. He had a beautifully colored macaroni necklace hanging around his neck (a real quality William Riley made product). He even had a number of 'spirit' bracelets wrapped around his wrist, courtesy of some nine year old who had insisted that they would help keep William's 'inner demons' away. He hadn't said anything besides 'thank you' at the time, but he was curious as to whether or not the kid had chowed down on a pan of marijuana induced brownies. Where anyone would have found marijuana was beyond him, but those Hermes kids had ways, and he wouldn't put it past them to bake a drug into a dessert.
Reaching up to adjust his construction paper crown, Will managed to somehow smear clay all over the top half of his face. "..Nevermind sword-fighting, that takes skill," He shook his head, trying to rub the clay out of his eyes using his semi-clean wrists. Needless to say, with his 'skill', he managed to get even more dirt and grime in his eyes and on his face. This must have been why most people washed their hands before trying to clean up.
"Call me a badass," He commented sarcastically to himself as he spotted his own reflection in one of the tin containers that held numerous beads and bracelets. He had never looked more like a dork in his life-oh no, wait. There were a couple of times that topped even this. Luckily no one besides his old friend Everett had been around to witness those incidents though. "Oh hold on," He paused, talking to no one but himself. Sliding on a pair of neon bright yellow sunglasses, William only furthered his already well established status as a dork. "Now I'm badass, or in the very least..a dumb-," He cut himself off as a passing ten year-old gave him a purely horrified look. "What? It's not like I used the F-word."
The little kid promptly responded by giving him the finger then skipping off. "..Did I just get flipped off by a ten year old?" He wondered aloud, a little shocked..and also, if he was being honest, a little amused. Will had not been expecting that, but thinking about it, it wasn't all that surprising. Those Ares kids probably felt no shame in teaching a little kid how to be a Class A Twerp.
Tag :: Anna Bo Banna
Word Count :: 524
Note :: I hate my starter posts >.< [/size] |
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Aug 8, 2011 12:43:46 GMT -5
If there was one thing Annabeth had learned here, besides fighting and survival skills and all that sort, it was that teen girls could be vicious. Teen demigod girls seemed to be doubly so when they wanted, especially those of certain cabins. So when she overheard a couple of Aphrodite girls just a few years younger than her harassing someone behind their back as they walked along giggling and as good as pointing back at the craft pavilion, she decided to see what damage had been done. Considering this was Aphrodite girls in question, there was a decent chance there was some damage. They occasionally left their prey alone, or deemed them unworthy or whatever, but that was a slim chance.
She was nearly run into by a kid skipping or running or something away from the pavilion. The point being, he was moving at a speed that would have been unpleasant had she not dodged. Then she heard someone talking out loud from the pavilion itself, where she had expected to find the ‘carnage’ the little harpies from Aphrodite cabin had left behind. Instead, when she looked up to the voice, she saw a guy slightly older than her who appeared to have been attacked by something entirely different: children’s crafts. Clay, macaroni, beads, strings, bobbles - you name it, it was present somewhere on this guy’s person. No doubt this was the source of all the behind-the-back-chatting from before.
Sources of relief, especially comedic relief in this case, were welcome though. And she wasn’t much of a gossiper anyway, so she walked right up to the unusual sight. “Interesting, um… sculpture.” She took a second to attempt to take in his entire get-up again. It was only from this closer range that she could see a smear of clay or mud or something taking up a good portion of his cheek - it had looked like a simple shadow before, and his sunglasses covered most of it. “Um, you do know there’s something on your cheek, right?” Probably not the best introduction, but it was what it was. He didn’t seem like the type who would mind an abnormal intro anyway. Word Count: 363
Tag: Will! ^-^ |
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Post by William Riley on Aug 8, 2011 21:24:14 GMT -5
Glancing up from his masterpiece, William flushed a light pink color at being caught looking like the craft house had just thrown up on him. He didn’t feel too embarrassed about it though because well he’d been caught in silly situations worse than this one. “Is interesting your polite way of saying it totally blows?” He quirked an eyebrow as he glanced back down to his mediocre sculpture. He knew it was far from being beautiful, but he did appreciate that the girl was attempting to sugarcoat her criticism of it. And she was even sugarcoating her criticism of him as well simply by not saying anything.
Sliding his sunglasses up and onto the top off his head, Will squinted at the girl standing across him, trying to place how he knew her. She had a face that he knew he should recognize but he didn’t have the best memory so he was having a little trouble figuring out her identity. She looked a bit like a younger, brunette version of Reese Witherspoon, but that observation didn’t really help him out much. This was why he had pneumonic devices to remember people’s names..Here goes…Saw her at the dining pavilion. Dining pavilion is where you eat lunch. You eat bananas at lunch..Banana rhymes with Anna…Annabeth! Ten points to William Riley!
So this was the all-famous Annabeth Chase then. He’d been expecting someone a little more impressive, but then again maybe it was that whole appearances were deceiving bull…She did at least look smart, and she was quite pretty. But that’s all he could really pick up on by just judging her based on first glance. Oh and there was also that she seemed at least partly polite or nice, since she hadn’t immediately started laughing at his crafty accessories.
“No I really hadn’t noticed,” Will replied with a little sarcasm, as he used his forearm to wipe away a little clay from his face. He didn’t mean for it to sound harsh, and hopefully it didn’t, but he really just couldn’t stop the sarcasm. It was something that slipped out because of habit. “How about you..you know, you have a little something..” He pointed at his left cheek as if to show her where there was some dirt or something on her face. “Oh no, here just let me get it.” Will held up a hand, and swiped a little bit of clay right down the side of the other girl’s face. “Hm..maybe there wasn’t anything there in the first place…My mistake. Oh well, there’s certainly something there now.” He shrugged, giving her a little mischievous wink to show that he was only just playing.
Tag :: AB
Word Count :: 468 [/size] |
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Aug 9, 2011 9:44:36 GMT -5
Annabeth had to laugh at his question. “No, I didn’t say that. It’s just my way of saying I can’t quite tell what it is from this angle. I mean, I have some ideas, but I don’t want to insult you by guessing or something. No hard feelings.” She watched him for a minute as he stared her down for no apparent reason. She wasn’t sure what to make of his expression, like it was somewhere around deep concentration, which looked rather funny with the clay smudge. Though he seemed to get over the whole concentration thing fast enough and at that point she decided it was best just to not try to read his expressions because, in all honesty, they made no sense. So instead she took the opportunity to study him.
His adornments were very distracting, that was for sure. The colorful macaroni necklace was actually pretty interesting. Definitely hand-made, though whether by the wearer or a younger camper she wasn’t sure to be honest. And the bracelets were quite curious as well, though not nearly as colorful. Though that was made up for by the sunglasses that she was pretty sure could glow in the dark they were so brightly colored. And, of course, all topped off with a crown that reminded her strongly of the several times her two mortal half-brothers had insisted she accompany them to Burger King back in San Francisco. All of that out of the way, though - as well as the clay smear and completely grey hands from his little art project - he really did have a lot going for him in the appearance department. And judging from his entrance line, same went for personality. Camp Half-Blood needed a good few more people who knew how to make a joke.
She rolled her eyes at his sarcasm. Yes, he did indeed have a strong personality. It stood out a lot more than the colorful necklace or paper crown. Likely one of those have to get to know him sort of things. She frowned when he mentioned there being something on her face as well. Why on earth would she have something on her face? She’d just come from studying, not anything like Tracking Skills class or Camouflage lessons or anything like that. Then he reached out, and oh yes, there was something on her face.
His teasing wink was just about all that saved him. With how volatile her moods had been lately since Percy had let her know more or less that the last two years were a waste of time, she had been slightly less predictable than normal. She was working on it, and showing progress, but unfortunately, still having problems with getting angry over little things. This time, though, it miraculously didn’t happen. “Oh, is that so!” She reached down and ran a couple fingers through the tin of clay supply before swiping them across the cleaner side of his face and pausing to admire her handiwork. It was hard not to laugh. “Whoops, must have slipped, sorry.” She grinned, obviously on the brink of laughing out loud. “It’s a good look for you though.” Word Count: 528
Tag: Will! You’re it!
Notes: Omg, this is turning out to be a lot of fun! ^-^ |
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Post by William Riley on Aug 10, 2011 0:17:15 GMT -5
"I don't really think you could guess what it is from any angle." He admitted honestly, chipping off some of the clay that was drying on his arms. He was most definitely going to need a shower after this unless he wanted to walk around looking like a walking human clay statue. "And please go ahead and guess." He offered, waving a hand at the 'dragon' sculpture. Will had never been that easily offended, and he knew Annabeth didn't mean any harm in mentally criticizing his sculpture. "I'd really love to hear what you think it is..because I am honestly kind of starting to doubt what I think it is."
William couldn't help but notice the fact that Annabeth was taking her time in assessing his appearance...Mostly because she wasn't exactly being discreet about it. "Staring's not nice, Miss Chase." He made a small tsking noise at her. He even tried to make the little hand motion that went with it, but the sticky clay prevented it from being too much of a success. "Even if I'm quite an amusing sight." Will took a quick look down at himself, deciding that perhaps he was a little overdone. With one quick shake of his head, he easily knocked the crown off of his head. Well at least that was a little better...right?
"Yes it really is so." He nodded, a little relieved that she didn't totally just flip out on him and start yelling at him. He'd more or less been expecting that so it was a bit of a shock when she didn't bite his arm off. You never really knew how certain people would respond to silliness so Will was always taking a big gamble because he was quite a silly person. Or as most people would call him...a dork. Now he didn't really disagree with that title, but you would think someone could come up with a more polite way to say it.
"Hey, hey, hey," William held up a finger and made a face at Annabeth after she smeared more clay on his face. He let out an exasperated sigh and shook his head at the younger girl. "If you're going to go to the trouble of wiping clay on my face..you should at least make the lie about it, believable." He gave her a slightly disapproving look. "Honestly Miss Chase, I expected more from you!" He chuckled though, despite his fake disappointed voice. Will had to give her props for at least participating in the silliness. "Or well we could always just do this the traditional way." Will suggested, dipping his hands in the clay again before smudging it all throughout Annabeth's hair. "..I'm not even sorry." He grinned while trying to hold back another laugh of his own.
Tag :: AB
Word Count :: 482
Notes :: Clay fights are FUN [/size] |
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Aug 25, 2011 19:46:59 GMT -5
Annabeth had to smile and, despite herself, decided to guess when he invited her to. If it was wrong, it was wrong. “Um…. A dog? No… I don’t know. What is it?” She was probably wrong, but she was starting to get the idea that someone who wore a home-made Burger King crown in public was not likely to take a terrible amount of offense at an educated guess. As much as she hated to admit it, she honestly had no idea what the little sculpture could be. She could guess that it wasn’t the sort of thing she usually made when working with clay. That was to say, it wasn’t some form of architectural piece, but to each their own.
She stopped short in her thoughts when he tsked her for staring. Come to think of it, she guessed she probably had been staring, though she hadn’t intended it that way. “Sorry, didn’t mean to. I just can’t say that I’ve seen anyone with such an odd assortment of… decorations. Where did you get all of that?” For a minute, it seemed like a regular conversation between a couple of demigods, albeit one of them heavily decorated in what looked like children’s camp crafts. That didn’t last long though. She had only meant to make sure he knew that his face wasn’t exactly spotless. She had not intended for it to turn into her getting clay on herself. And had someone told her she would be joining in a clay fight five, or even one, minute ago, she would have laughed in their face. But here she was.
She couldn’t help but grin at his chastisement. “Oh, I am terribly sorry my blatant lie was a little too blatant for you. Can you ever forgive me?” It was all teasing, of course. And, since the last day or two had been nothing but very, very slowly getting over losing what she had considered the greatest thing in her life, it was nice to have something carefree, a little childish, and just plain fun for a change. That was about when he took it to the next level. Traditional? He had just declared clay war! And war, at least one that she knew she stood a good chance of winning, was not something she backed down from. Especially when it involved having a genuinely good time. So she did the only natural thing in response to his heinous crime: she marched around the table, taking a whole handful of clay on the way, and full-out tackled him out of his seat. She made sure to get clay everywhere she could: his hair, his shirt, his face. She was ready to show why no one picked a battle with cabin 6, even if it was just clay. That, and there was something quite satisfying about simply smearing someone with as much clay as possible. Again, had someone told her a few minutes ago that she would have gone to this extent, she never in her life would have believed them. Word Count: 509
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Post by William Riley on Aug 29, 2011 1:13:20 GMT -5
Will couldn’t stop himself from chuckling quietly at her guess. Looking at his sculpture though, he could certainly see where she might get a dog from. Well actually he was finding that if you looked at it certain ways, it could basically be anything you wanted it to be. At least if one looked hard enough, that is. “A dragon actually..But you know, dog..dragon. They’re pretty close right? They start with the letter D.” He shrugged, pulling at certain parts of the clay sculpture until it more closely resemble a dog..or maybe a bat with those pointy of ears..”And well you know..dogs have tails..dragons have scales..Scales and tails rhyme! Or well..Dragons have tails too I guess. I suppose that would have been a better comparison, wouldn’t it?” He scratched his chin, accidentally, but still effectively, smearing a small clay goatee on his face.
“Apology accepted, Anna Banana.” He offered her a goofy grin, while fiddling with the bracelets wrapped around his wrist. Stupid ADHD always had to divert his attention to something other than what he should be focusing on, like this conversation. “Hm? Oh yes. Well we’re in the arts and crafts room..I think it’s probably safe for you to assume that I made them.” Will nodded his head slightly, taking a quick pause before deciding to amend that. “Well actually I guess one would assume that a nine year old made them and then gave them to me..But I assure you, they are all William Riley originals, except for a few of the bracelets.” He supposed that anyone would think that the accessories were made by a younger camper, because who would expect a nineteen year old guy to spend an hour making macaroni necklaces and ‘friendship bracelets’? No one..well unless they knew Will. Then they would expect this kind of thing from him. It wasn’t that he was overly immature, but he just felt that he needed to dial down the crazy in his life by letting his inner child have a little fun. Other people in camp needed to do that too, they just wouldn’t admit it.
“Hmm..To be honest I don’t think I can. It was just so pathetic a lie, that I can’t even…” Will paused dramatically, shaking his head in feigned disappointment. “I just..I can’t.” He sighed, accidentally letting a smile slip. Apparently he wasn’t as good at acting as he wished he was. Ah well, it wasn’t as if Miss Chase was a professional actress herself. Well she could’ve been, because she was starting to really surprise him. He’d heard quite a few things in the past week, one of them being that Percy had kicked her to the curb like last week’s tuna sandwich (perhaps that was bad wording considering that the boy was a tuna..or at least a catfish), and she wasn’t exactly taking it well. So he wasn’t exactly expecting her to be that chipper, but she seemed just fine to him. Better than fine really, she was the most cheerful person he’d talked to all week.
“So Miss Ch-ah!” He grunted as the younger daughter of Athena tackled him straight to the floor. There was another thing he hadn’t exactly been expecting. Sucking in a breath of air, Will tried to recollect himself after a small moment of dizziness and shock. “Big mistake, Chase.” The boy chuckled after a moment, smearing a fistful of clay across the front of her shirt just as she covered his face in a thick, but kind of patchy, layer of clay. “Did I mention your hair looks spectacular today?” Will laughed as he ran another handful of clay through her already messy hair. This certainly wasn’t going to be fun to wash out later (especially for her with her long hair), but he figured it was worth the ten or so minutes of unrestricted fun.
Tag :: AB the amazing!
Word Count :: 678
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Sept 13, 2011 22:36:35 GMT -5
Annabeth tilted her head and looked at the clay creation again. “Okay, I can see dragon.” She had to smile as he rearranged the sculpture’s features. “For the sake of argument, we’ll say they’re so close as to be easily mistaken, shall we? Though I have a feeling if we had a poodle at the pine tree things might be a little different.” The very idea was rather entertaining really. And as if the clay wasn’t distracting enough to her own attention issues, he started fiddling with his bracelets. “Yes, well, thought I’d ask. And… Anna Banana?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. She didn’t have that many nicknames really, and certainly none of them had ever been this peculiar. At least, not since she was about ten. Luke had given her some rather unusual nicknames in his time, before the whole Kronos thing.
And to be honest, this time of not really caring what anyone thought of her was rather therapeutic. She’d spent too long wrapped in her little disaster world. Meeting this other carefree camper here was almost a blessing. In passing, his name had seemed as just another tidbit. Good to know, yes, but that was it. Then it hit her. Wow, he looked a lot different in macaroni and clay than he did in armor. William Riley, the unclaimed healer from the Battle of Manhattan. She recalled enough to know that he’d been through some rough times then, but then again, who didn’t. And now William Riley, the clay and craft
Well, Mr. Riley needed a good clay-cover anyway. So she decided to take care of that for him, and was quite satisfied when he seemed surprised by the attack. The news that it was a big mistake really wasn’t news at all. Mistake or incentive for something more entertaining than discussing dragons versus dogs? It was sort of a moot point really. “Well, guess we define mistake differently then.” She laughed, not caring how loud it was for a change, and tried to block his efforts to completely ruin her hair. It didn’t work. “Oh, thank you sooo much. As does yours. I don’t know what sort of shampoo you use, but it’s working wonders.” Sure, she was getting to the imitating Aphrodite kids, a normally taken advantage of sport around the camp. With that, she too smeared her hair with clay. “Yes, I must say, absolutely lovely.” As long as no one came to the arts and crafts tent, because she was pretty certain this would look awfully weird. Word Count: 425
Tag: Will, the Craft Master Extraordinaire! |
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Post by William Riley on Sept 17, 2011 14:06:47 GMT -5
“Really? Because I can’t anymore.” He chuckled as he wiped his hands off on his jeans. He didn’t know if that would leave a stain, but undoubtedly there were already at least several stains on his pants so it wouldn’t make much of a difference if he added another one to the collection. “Sounds like a plan, plus I don’t really think anyone besides you and I would even care to venture a guess at what it is.” Which was entirely true since no one even usually ventured into the arts and crafts area. Probably because they didn’t have the playfulness levels of a five year old. Or the creativity of a professional artist, as Will obviously did. “Ugh, poodles. It’s like they’re trying too hard to be a dog, and a sheep at the same time, and they’re failing at being either.” Not to mention they were just stupid, though perhaps he was just biased because poodles were the only dog his step-mother had ever bought. And they always seemed to hate him. The feeling was mutual though, one time he had ‘accidentally’ kicked one of them down the stairs.
“What? No nicknames?” If so he was kind of bummed out about that. The name Annabeth had a lot of potential for some good nicknames. Anna Banana, Anna Bo Banna Fo Fo Fo Fana, Anna Bandana..and if you really wanted to go somewhere stupid with it, Anna Montana. Maybe with the last one she could become a terrible, teenage, popstar. If she did…he was pretty sure they could never be friends after that. He didn’t associate with people like that. “Because I was really kind of excited about trying out my nicknaming skills…home slice.” He hesitated before making a little face. “I’m too white to say that, aren’t I?”
“Well your definition must be the right one, after all you’re the daughter of Athena here. You probably read dictionaries when you’re not picking fights with superior opponents.” Will joked as he laughed alongside her. He had never pictured her as the playful type, but she had easily proved him wrong. But maybe the Athena cabin wasn’t as uptight and stuffy as everyone else claimed, he didn’t know, he never really associated with them for whatever reason. He just automatically gravitated towards the cheerful or sneaky people from the Apollo and Hermes cabins, but now he could see himself at least being friends with Annabeth from the smart-kid cabin.
Smoothing his hair down, he effectively mixed the clay into his hair so that it would, no doubt, be even harder to wash out. “Well you know, it’s L’Oreal. Specifically the bottle that’s shaped like a fish, and doesn’t make you cry when you get it in your eyes.” Will chuckled, choosing that label seeing as it was the only type of shampoo that he could remember. “What about you, I’m thinking the fancy expensive shampoos?”
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word count ;; 510 [/size] |
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Sept 17, 2011 19:50:11 GMT -5
Annabeth smiled to herself as he worked on coating his jeans in clay as well. “I don’t know, I met a poodle on a quest once that Grover was able to talk to, who offered to turn himself back in to his owners for the reward money so we could get bus tickets. That one at least wasn’t too bad a dog, have to say. Though prior to that, never would have gone near them. Or anything small and yappy for that matter.” She had to think a moment on what she actually thought of the idea of weird nicknames. She usually didn’t even agree with most people shortening her name. Much less shortening her name and then adding a fruit for good measure. Then again, judging from the macaroni necklace and everything, as well as the conversation so far, normal nicknames didn’t happen. And besides, anyone who still used the term ‘home slice’ deserved some credit. She gave in to her laughter and shook her head. “Alright, fine. Not sure how well the gangster style works for you though. Just a thought.”
“Contrary to popular belief, I don’t know anyone, even in my cabin, who has read a dictionary front to back. Though I suppose with as many books as there are in cabin six, the average vocabulary might be a bit bigger. And also, picking fights with a superior opponent is usually not a wise choice. Equal at most. Possibly the most important part of strategy is knowing when to back down.” She paused from where she was sitting next to him on the ground. “I’m rambling again, aren’t I?” With a laugh, she leaned back on one hand and made an attempt to start getting some of the larger bits of clay out of her hair with the other. “Sorry. Feel free to yell at me when that happens. Which is usually often.”
She flicked a piece of clay from her finger that she’d managed to get out of her hair and looked at him. “The green one or the blue one? This is important stuff and all, you know.” Annabeth had to laugh at the suggestion that she would use good, expensive stuff. “You’re kidding, right? No, I tend to just go with whatever is on sale. Usually that Pantene stuff.” She paused. “Why are we talking about shampoos again?” The ridiculousness of the conversation bad her laugh. But at the same time, it was refreshing. A nice change of pace. Word Count: 415
Tag: Will… bo Bill? Yeah, that doesn’t work. |
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Post by William Riley on Sept 18, 2011 12:35:40 GMT -5
"Well then maybe I'll have to cut them a break then, since they're oh-so-nice to you," Will shrugged, mirroring Annabeth's smile with one of his own. It felt nice to know that she was only just amused by him, not just making fun of him. Not that he couldn't be the victim of the joke sometimes, but he just didn't like it like that all of the time. "However..I still maintain that they look weird as hell though." He ammended with a small chuckle. Undoubtedly he'd probably still maintain his hatred for them, but maybe he'd just be a little less obvious about it. Like next time he saw one, there would be a 'no kicking' rule.
It didn't work for him in the least, he could tell. But that was why it was fun. "Thanks for the input," he laughed, "Well wait, what about wearing my hat sideways? You think I could pull that off?" He propped his head up on his elbow looking thoughtful, or as thoughtful as a dork like him could look. Which probably wasn't very...especially since what he was thinking about wasn't worth much thought. "Why don't you try it? I think you could work it. Try saying like 'home biscuit' or something equally gangster and stupid."
"Wow, that's surprisingly disappointing." Will commented in regards to no one having read the whole dictionary. He knew he was falling back on that Athena so-smart stereotype, but hey, it was an accurate stereotype. Not one of those kids had an IQ lower than the smartest kid or even, adult, in the nation...Maybe kids in China had them beat, those suckers were smart.
Rolling over onto his side, Will used his elbow to hold him up. "Don't apologize for being yourself," He grinned while trying to pull some clay out from behind his ears. "Plus if it makes you feel better, I find the rambling entertaining." Or at least so far it was proving to be pretty amusing and even a little educational. "You missed a spot by the way," He smirked at her, knowing fully well that it would take her multiple showers to get rid of all of that clay.
"Well actually it's like the yellowish-orange kind? Smells kind of like mango, you know?" He smiled before shaking his head like a dog to try and shake off some clay. "Pantene? Now does that even smell good and fruity?" Will looked at her with a fake criticizing look. "Er, cause we secretly wish we were Aphrodite kids?" He guessed, laughing to himself, though the laugh quickly turned into a round of coughing.
"I think I might have swallowed some clay."
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word count ;; 456
notes ;; clay is unsuitable for children (and will) to play with as it appears to pose as a choking hazard [/size] |
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Oct 24, 2011 16:32:16 GMT -5
Annabeth smirked at him. “Don’t go too easy on them. They are still pretty annoying and, yeah, beyond weird looking.” She tried to get some of the clay off her shirt as she listened to him. Trying to picture him wearing his hat sideways somehow didn’t make the talking like a gangster thing seem any more legitimate. Actually, it made it seem all the more ridiculous and hilarious. She was tempted to tell him it would definitely work just to see him try it, but that may not be the nicest thing. “Not sure the sideways hat thing is really for you. I bet it’s uncomfortable anyway, so not really missing anything.” She watched him attempt a deep-in-thought look, which was sort of thrown off by the smeared clay all over him. Ah well, she wouldn’t burst his bubble on that. His request, though, made her laugh. “Home biscuit? Can’t say I’ve heard of that one. I thought gangsters always said stuff like ‘dawg’. Not that, you know, I’m any sort of expert on this.”
She smiled and shook her head at his assessment of the whole dictionary ordeal. Honestly, who read the entire dictionary anyway? May as well humor him though. “I’m terribly sorry. I’ll get right on that, okay? As soon as I get back to my cabin.” Then came the rambling. She stopped herself at roughly the point that Percy or Grover or any of the other people she usually hung out with who were not from her cabin generally started zoning, but was a little surprised to see that Will was definitely not zoning. If anything, he complimented her. Don’t apologize for being yourself… She’d have to remember that one. Annabeth gave him a smile, “Thanks. Glad someone actually enjoys it.” She continued a little into her attempts at getting the clay out of her hair when he broke in with an unnecessary joking comment. Smirking at him, she pulled out larger chunk of clay, rolled it between her fingers, and flicked it at him. “Whoops. Though looks like you missed a spot too. Or twenty.” With a wink, she wiped her clay-smeared fingers on his shoulder.
“Mango, hmm? I’ll take your word for it. I’ve never actually used those things myself, just seen the ads years ago. Only reason at all I know about them. My brothers always went for the ones with Batman or Superman on them and me, well, just used what the camp store had when I was little. Not that I’m saying that stuff if for children, of course.” She let out a yelp and had to look away fast to avoid the several pieces of clay that went flying from Will’s excellent wet dog impersonation. “That was really classy,” she said when he finished, though smiled all the while. “And as for how it smells… um, I don’t know. Nice. Not really fruity, but not bad. And of course, who doesn’t?” she added at his idea of wanting to be an Aphrodite kid. She took part of her hair and dropped it over her face in a ridiculous, dramatic fashion, the clumps of clay making the gray streak slightly less pronounced. “I think I could pull it off, don’t you?” She stopped short when he started cough, brushing the hair out of her face without thinking about it. “Are you okay? Would water help?” Word Count: 564
Tag: Will!
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