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Post by andy on Oct 2, 2010 11:36:50 GMT -5
Andy found the idea of sitting at a specific table absoloutly idiotic. Was this elementary school? No, she didn't think so. Though half of the time Camp Half-Blood certainly had a childish, and not to mention idiotic air to it. Only through the ages of six to about ten did she ever really sit at an 'assigned' table, and back then it was only because if you didn't sit with your class at lunchtime then recess was cancelled for you. Which wasn't all that terrible of a punishment, since she'd hated recess anyways, but she still did like the chance to be outdoors. It was much less stuffy, and boring than sitting in the principle's office. There was always the downside of the screaming kids outside on the playground though. Those kids had no definition of the word silence, and to be honest, they utterly failed at the 'Quiet Game'. Andy, on the other hand, probably could have stayed quiet for days if she had so desired.
It was a little past lunchtime so the pavilion was empty, leaving her to seat wherever she damn well pleased. In her littl time here, she had already planned out her schedule so that she had minimal interaction with other annoying demigods. This planned schedule included always arriving late for lunch, and dinner, and then also arriving early for breakfast. Sadly though, she had yet to master a way to avoid her half-siblings. All of these measures taken made it obvious to anyone that she didn't want to be social. The people her were either too perky, making them annoying, too whiney, also making them annoying, and/or too cocky. That last one obviously tagged them as being annoying as well. The worst type though were the happy, perky kind that never whiped those stupid smiles off their faces. No one was happy all of the time, and yet those people felt obligated to act that way. Apparently, they didn't get the memo that life was as frustrating as the Underworld itself. This negative outlook didn't make her suicidal, it just meant that she wasn't going to walk around with a fake smile plastered on her face.
After a long moment over debating what to eat, Andy decided on a big bowl of salad with some ranch dressing drizzles over top. Oh what she wouldn't give for a bag of Doritos right about now. These people were too obsessed with their healthy eating a majority of the time. Her salad bowl made a dull thud as she set it down on whatever table was closest to the window. She believed it to be the Ares table, which was quite fitting considering her personality. Andy had a feeling that she would get along better with Ares kids than she would with her own siblings. Although they probably spent a lot of time talking about fighting and things related to it, which would get equally annoying as listening to the giggles of the Persephone girls.
Spreading out on one of the benchs, she leaned up against the wall with one elbow resting on the table. Much more comfortable than squished between two people at lunchtime if you asked her. Twirling her fork in the salad, she plucked out two pieces with it, popping them into her waiting mouth. [/size] |
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Post by Ryan Simons on Oct 3, 2010 8:15:21 GMT -5
Ryan hated camp. What didn't he hate? Oh, right, almost everything in this stupid, freaking, idiotic world that the gods were doing such a great job of running. Honestly, a two year old could do better! Stupid immortals! They had a bunch of kids, never cared about them and then figured that they'd automatically side with them. Heh, heh. WRONG! Ryan hated immortals, he hated Camp, he hated every other freaking person on the planet; in return, they hated him back. That was probably why he was always alone. He always took deliberate measures to be away from anyone and everyone. Some could look at it as antisocial; so could he. Ryan thought he was and he was fine with it; he didn't care. He didn't want anything to do with Camp, anyway. The son of Ares didn't go to the Camp sing alongs (honestly, it sounded more like people dying a horrible death of torture rather than singing), he always was training, ate at bizarre hours, went stalking around the forest and was almost never in his Cabin. The only good part of Camp (Camp had a good part if you could believe it) was the forest and the training grounds.
True, against his better judgement, he had gone to the sing along once. That one time was his last. All he did was stare at the changing color flames, the only thing worth looking or listening to. Training was pretty much obvious. During almost every waking hour he was in some area where he could train. That was all he had known during his life, and that was what he was going to keep doing. Just because he was now in Camp didn't mean that he would stop doing what he had been taught to do. True, he had taken beatings here, but he was way to used to it. After what he had gone through at his aunt's (which was anything but pleasant or anything positive), he was pretty much okay with getting beat up by the Campers. Being claimed by Ares? Being a son of him? Bull. He didn't give a dang drachma who his parent was. He had no family; he was by himself, an antisocial, loner and outsider. Everyone hated him, he hated everyone; it all worked out quite well.
When he really thought about it, the Dining Pavilion, when it was full, was worse than the Hermes Cabin. They were both way too overcrowded. While in the Unclaimed Cabin, Ryan developed the habit of just sleeping there for a few hours and then avoiding it every other time of day. Ryan thought this whole Camp was too overcrowded. How the heck did people live this close to eachother? Especially in the Cabins and Mess Hall. That was why Ryan would be found always eating much earlier or later, and not eat much at that. He had grown up with a limited diet, so it was just normal for him to not eat as much as he wanted. Like he wasn't used to seeing so many people at once, he wasn't used to eating as much as he wanted or whatever he wanted. Camp mostly had the food he was used to. But there was this one food that he had no idea about. It looked like meat on a stick with some dripping sauce. Ryan had looked at it several times but he didn't think he'd ever eat it. Every time he walked up to the fire, he resented and hated that he had to say Ares. Yet, he was walking up to the eating Hall now. It was late and hopefully everyone would of emptied out. He hated sitting with his 'siblings' and at an assigned-especially-for-kids-of-Ares table. It was beyond stupid. The other kids of Ares weren't and never would his siblings and he didn't belong to Ares either.
He walked in and saw just one kid sitting at the Ares table. Whatever, he wasn't going to sit there anyway. It would just identify him with Ares and his other kids and that was not what he wanted. He just took a small bit of salad. He was about to go over to the fire and do the offering thing, but then glared at the green flame and just sat at some other random table. He wasn't going to do it and he didn't care if he was going to get into trouble. Ryan had no idea who's table it was since he never cared to look around. When he first came, he remembered either Fish Face or Owl Brian saying that he was to eat at the Hermes Table and showed him where it was. Then after he got claimed, they told him that his table was where the other girl was sitting now. That first time at the Hermes Table was the first and last time he sat in the very full Dining Pavilion. They just showed him the Ares table after sort of cornering him, but he had never really sat there and its location just stuck in his head for some reason. Now, he would sit where ever he'd like.OOC: Hope you don't mind if I come in...
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry (total surprise XD)
To: Andrea (Andy) Lawson
IC Word Count: 886
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font]
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Post by andy on Oct 3, 2010 19:22:49 GMT -5
The demi-god already regretted her choice of salad with ranch. The salad tasted bland, and worse than bland was the fact that the ranch tasted…well it tasted rancid. It was absolutely disgusting in terms of taste, as if it was expired. Although maybe she just wasn’t a big fan of the type of ranch itself. The only ranch she had ever particularly enjoyed was the kind that came from Pizza Hut, and sadly this crappy Camp didn’t order their selection of food from there. Or maybe they did, and they secretly stashed it for only the counselor people like Chiron-who, by the way, on a small sidenote: she hated. It wasn’t like she was prejudiced against centaurs, she just tended to hate any authority figure in general. Not to mention he reminded her a bit of her dad before he had went into abusive-alcoholic mode. It was almost safe to say that anyone who even slightly resembled her dad was not a friend in her book. Although she supposed that wasn’t saying much either considering she didn’t have friends. Not a one. But that was purely by choice, considering she seemed to have a natural distaste for people in general.
She was more of an animal person, or she supposed even sometimes a really little kid person. Like kids ranging from the ages of three to eight. When she was a kid though, she of course hated them, but now they were about the only people she could stand to tolerate. In fact Andy liked them a majority of the time. They were still so innocent, and they still thought that everything in the world should be fair. They weren’t broken yet, and they still believed in fairytale endings. Which as Andy had learned, were nonexistent. Or at least for her they were. She wasn’t Aurora from Sleeping Beauty, or Belle from Beauty and the Beast, nor was she Ariel from The Little Mermaid. Though she was thankful for that. This daughter of Persephone didn’t want a prince to rescue her, nor did she want a clichéd ending.
One more thing she didn’t want? Another person in the dining pavilion. Though it seemed that Andy didn’t get a lot of things she wanted, because here came someone to ruin her supposedly peaceful lunchtime. He was definitely a bit younger than herself, and had a scowl similar to her own. She was trying to convince herself that maybe company wouldn't be so bad, but was unable to do so. Popping another bite of salad into her mouth, she chewed at it thoughtfully debating whether or not to just throw it out and start over with an apple. In the end, the redhead figured it would be a waste of food. Starving kids in Africa and all that dramatic stuff. She wasn't so cruel as to wish they would die of starvation, she was mean, not sadistic, or inhumane.
The other demi-god took a seat at what happened to be her own table. Or what was supposed to be her table, but she would never actually claim as hers. As far as she knew, they were definately not related. She may have avoided her half-siblings whenever possible, but she still knew who they were, and he wasn't one of them. "What? Scared of the big bad fire?" Andy called out mockingly as the boy fixated a glare on the flame that was supposed to be fed food sacrifices for the gods as some sign of thanks or respect. She wasn't a fan of it herself, but she had scraped some of her food into the fire before. Though it was more so she wouldn't get yelled at, then out of actual respect for her mother. The girl didn't hate her mother, nor did she have any reason to like her. She wasn't a factor in Andy's life, though it would have been nice if Persephone had bailed her out of being abused by her father, but hey, for the majority of the time Persephone was stuck in the Underworld anyways
Tag; Ryan Simons
Word Count; 703
Comments; I never mind! [/size] |
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Post by Ryan Simons on Oct 4, 2010 20:44:00 GMT -5
Camp's food was probably really bad by just regular standard. Then again, what wasn't bad about this Hades hole? Ryan probably wouldn't of really noticed though. He wasn't sure if his aunt was a good cook or not since he had nothing to compare it to. Her food and Camp's food tasted pretty much the same though. He looked at his small salad and stabbed a piece of lettuce with his fork. Food was food. At least he was guaranteed food around here; if he showed up, that is. The fifteen year old had grown up around a really healthy and pretty much dull (but he didn't know that part) diet. The simple diet they gave them at Camp was normal, for him, at least. Ryan looked up, wondering if any of the senior Campers or authoritative figures were around. None were, good. They were probably the most annoying in Camp; in general everyone was annoying, but the Camp counselors like the centaur, Fish Face and Owl Brain where the most annoying. He didn't take orders from anyone and he hated that they were always around and bossy. Oh well, if one of them did come in, Ryan wasn't budging and that was final.
The son of Ares didn't like many things. Not animals. Certainly not people. The only things he really liked were fighting, the forest and the armory. Those were the spots where you'd find him most of the time; not the armory a lot, but a heck of a lot more than his Cabin. He was mostly alone too, given that he wasn't fighting with someone, and he didn't give a drachma. Plus, if he was fighting with someone, it was just practice anyway; what didn't kill made you stronger, and it made you learn. Besides, it was much better when he was alone. Then again, he didn't really see a lot of solitude coming his way. As his days at the Camp grew, more and more new people came. He couldn't really escape it, either, he was a year rounder; at least Camp meant no Kath. The more people that came, the more that grew to dislike him when they came into contact with him. Ryan didn't care; lots of people already disliked him, why not add more? Better to be hated than loved in his head. Pretty messed up to some other people, but perfect sense to him. Yeah, mental son of Ares alright.
To Ryan, it seemed that almost everyone here wanted to prove themselves, become a hero and whatever. Be like Fish Face or Owl Brain; whichever way you saw it. Ryan darn well knew he wasn't a hero and would never become one any time soon. Good. He didn't want it; he liked being the way he was now. He gritted his teeth as his eyes flashed and narrowed to the girl inside the Pavilion. Another thing about having a big, overly crowded Camp. You could never get a moment by yourself. The son of Ares bit his tongue and just rolled his eyes. Just want he needed to get ticked off: another Camper in the freaking place. Then again, what didn't tick him off. Sure, it'd annoy the Hades out of him to have her there, but if she kept to herself and didn't give him any reason to get on her case, he'd just stalk out after he finished his food and take out his frustrations on a dummy or something.
Ryan stabbed another piece of lettuce with his fork and just continued to eat and just keep quiet to himself. He wasn't the very talkative person, as most kids of Ares were, but if you got him going, he would usually rant out. Quite naturally, he had no idea who the girl was. Ryan didn't really know a lot of people around Camp. Sure, he had seen them walking around, probably many times. Then again, when you spent three flipping years here, non stop, you see most of Camp and its Campers. He had seen them, but never got to know any of them at all. Ryan didn't want to. His dark and fiery grey eyes flickered over the girl again. He had seen her once or twice, but didn't know know her; like her name and parent and whatever. He didn't know and he didn't care. Just like he didn't care about her sitting at the Ares table. Ryan was about to finish off his salad when a voice reached his ears. His head whipped up and his eyes narrowed at the girl that had talked. The girl sitting in the Ares table, duh, she was the only one here. "No," he growled. "Scared that you'll get into trouble if you don't kiss up and give tribute to the gods?" he retorted. Ryan had no idea if she had done the tribute thingy or not. All he knew was that he wasn't going to do it. No if ands or buts. If he got yelled at or if he got into trouble, whatever, fine. He had been yelled at, been in trouble and all to many times for anything to have effect on him; if they thought that they were going to intimidate him by yelling at him or punishing him or whatever, they were dead wrong. Scoldings and insults from people in charge (which he particularly hated) or not, just bounced off him like a ball.OOC: ^^ Thanks! So much fun RPing with you. No protests: Sry for lateness! 
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry
To: Andrea "Andy" Lawson
IC Word Count: 941
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font]
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Post by andy on Oct 7, 2010 23:25:40 GMT -5
Picking through the salad, Andrea fished out only the pieces that weren't contaminated with cruddy ranch. It was bland, sure, but she was practically starving after she had skipped out completely on breakfast this morning. Usually she stuck to a granola bar, pear, or something of the sort, but this morning she had went off straight to archery practice. If not for her attitude then someone may have mistaken her for a daughter of Apollo. Yet the attitude was the there and so obviously made her anything but a daughter of the god of sun. God of sun was practically interchangable with god of happiness, or cheer, or something ridiculous like that. People didn't even peg her for a daughter of Persephone because they figured only happy girls would deal with growing spring flowers and what not. Normally people assumed she was a daughter of Ares, or Thanatos or someone else with a dreary and gloomy outlook on life. Not that she minded the judgemental assumptions, in fact she was used to them by now. And honestly, she could see why people came to those negative conclusions.
Personally Andy probably wouldn't have been minding either of those gods' kid. Practically having mastery in all areas of fighting just because you happen to be the god of war's kid? That'd be pretty damn useful, especially since besides knife fighting and archery she was a terrible fighter. She didn't have too much strength so actually physical combat was out of the question, well not completely. She could probably still take on one of the other girly demi-gods, but certainly not a monster or anything similar. The daughter of Persephone also lacked in the sword-fighting department. She had no knowledge in that area, and she was too grumpy and anti-people to actually ask for someone to teach her about it. Instead she just kind of tried to wing it whenever she went to the arena. That never ended well though, and when she said that she meant she ended up with multiple bruises and cuts afterwards. Injuries were never fun because she usually had to go get them checked out at the infirmary where she was berrated for not being careful enough and not wearing armor. She'd long since taken to just hiding a first aid kit under her bed so she could fix up her cuts herself. It created much less hassle.
Looking up from the table, she noticed the boy briefly studying her before turning back to stab his salad repeatedly with a fork. At least she didn't take her anger out on an inanimate, edible object. She would ask what the salad ever did to him, but she would feel a tad hypocritical. Andy was never nice to people regardless of how they treated her. If they were mean, then she was mean, and if they were nice, she was still mean. She still found it slightly odd though that he was abusing his lunch. Maybe she could comprehend if he was like using a meat cleaver to soften up some raw hamburger meat, but that wasn't the case. Salad required no softening, nor grinding.
"Me, a kiss up?" The redhead rolled her eyes, her shoes making a thud as she repositioned her feet on the table. Oh how the kitchen crew would hate her for being so unsanitary. Well it wasn't like they would ever find out, unless of course the boy was a tattle-tale. Which seemed highly unlikely, considering his attitude was seemingly similar to her own. Or at least it had appeared that way so far. He even had that permanent scowl thing going on. "As if," Andy added as an afterthought. An unnecessary one, considering anyone could have guessed from her tone that she was disgusted at the very thought of being considered a suck up. "What about you? I don't think you're going to win Olympian's Pet of the month with that attitude," She commented, referring to the fact that she hadn't seen him give a little tribute either.
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Post by Ryan Simons on Oct 8, 2010 18:54:59 GMT -5
No one understands
What I would do to change my life for just one day
Don't say if I were you (say if I were you)
Or tell me what you'd do
Or things would be if
You were in my shoes
Cuz you're not me
~You're Not Me, From YuGiOh[/size][/font] Lol XD Yes it is from YuGiOh... I found it on an Outsiders vid[/right] Ryan just sat there, finishing his salad and trying to ignore the other camper. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her going through the salad. Picky much? He had learned to eat what he could get. Ryan had done a failed attempt to make his own food after a whole kitchen incident. It had worked out as well as anything else that work out for him. Quite actually, nothing ever worked out for him, so the result turned out quite badly. To put it simply, it was an epic fail. Kath could sort of tell that she got to him after he went unconscious on her once or twice while sparring because of the lack of energy. He wondered if that on first impression, people would know his parent (even though he denied he had one, which he didn't) Sure, he could fight, but that, he was crediting to Kath. That was the only thing good that came out of Kath. Everything else: his scars, busies, broken bones, starvation, etc., he hated her for.
The fifteen year old thought his parent was quite obvious, and truthfully, he didn't care about other people's parents. True, it could hint at what powers and or weaknesses they had, but he really didn't care. He couldn't do that with a Monster or a mortal, so whenever he sparred he just noted them on their fighting technique in the heat of the moment. Guesses at his parent had been wrong once or twice, however. Not that he cared, anyway. He had gotten Apollo more than once since he was in the archery range and because he had blonde hair. Just because he had blonde hair was a stupid reason for people thinking he was a kid of the sun god. They were way to happy. Someone seriously needed to slap them into the reality of life. The archery range was a different story. He had only two months of experience with it and he was dismal say the least. If you asked him to throw and aim a disk, dagger or spear, he was fine. However, if you asked him to shoot a target with an arrow, he'd miss. Ryan had only hit the center once, and that was probably just dumb luck. It wasn't because of his technique or knowledge of archery or anything; just dumb, stupid, demigod, ADHD, adrenaline, luck.
Usually, after sparring he was quite beat up. Not as bad as when he sparred at his aunts. Those spars had probably been the worse. At least at Camp most of the Campers would stop once you were at sword or dagger or whatever blade point. That, plus they didn't just strike you on the face for no apparent reason at all. She had taught him how to duck and whatever. Throughout his training, his aunt threw in some martial arts, but Ryan just wasn't good with them. He could duck out of the way and stuff when it was weapon related, but her open hand blows on him were always just so random and unpredictable that after a while, he just didn't bother to avoid her. Complaining or whining didn't do him much good around his household either. She said if he ever whined, he'd really be given something to whine about. So, that was the way he grew up. No complaining, no crying, no thinking you were the best; train hard, take what your given (which pretty much applied to anything: food, weapons, blows etc.) and keep your mouth shut. Those were Kath's life morals to him and the conditions for staying alive around her place. Sometimes Ryan looked on them as sort of harsh, but they were dang well effective. Besides, he had grown up like this and didn't know anything besides the life and environment he was growing up in. Maybe his effectiveness with weapons could half be accredited to Ares, but Ryan still thought not. He wasn't a master at every single weapon and he dang well knew it. Next to archery, he was a fail at Dark Fighting, which was just as it sounded. Fighting in the dark.
He snorted and just rolled his eyes, scowling at her and glaring at the red head with narrowed grey eyes. She seemed to have no regard for the rules either, a slight ghost a smirk flitted across this son of Ares' face. Quite secretly, he hoped when they both leaved that the Camp kitchen crew would get ticked. He wasn't a tattle tale, because that would be very hypocritical since he wasn't a rule follower at all. Ryan wasn't sure if she had given the gods food, but that retort had been the first in his head. "I'm not giving anything," he growled. Ryan didn't give a care if he got into trouble or she told on him. He had been in trouble plenty. "Spectacular!" he snapped, his voice thick with sarcasm. "I don't want it!" he snarled. That was the last thing on the whole freaking planet he wanted to be, apart from being nice. OOC: No reason to apologize!
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Word From the Character: Stupid freaking Olymus
Mood: Angry... and annoyed
To: Andrea "Andy" Lawson
IC Word Count: 872
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font] |
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Post by andy on Oct 10, 2010 12:13:26 GMT -5
The demi-god could feel the boy's eyes occasionally wandering over in her direction. There was a critical feel to his gaze, which bothered her a tad bit, apparently enough for her to pipe up about it. "I know I'm just fascinating and all, but could you find something else to stare at?" Andy waved her fork in the air as if to accentuate her comment about herself. There was an air of attitude to her words though that made it clear that neither she, nor probably he, found herself all that fascinating. If he did that would be a little creepy in her opinion considering she didn't know him. Well she'd seen him around camp probably once or twice, but it wasn't as if they had actually conversed or even acknowledged the other's existance. Andy didn't acknowledge him, because she simply didn't acknowledge anyone. The boy either hadn't noticed her, or had her same attitude towards people. It seemed that it was probably the latter, though it could be a combination of both.
After scraping off as much ranch as possible with her fork, the girl set off towards the counter in search of something else. Her pick was a raspberry vinagrette of some sorts that she drizzled over the remaining salad in her bowl. She could already tell that it was better than her last choice, of ranch. She wiped her fork off on a napkin, before stirring up the salad to distribute the vinagrette evenly. Snagging a cup of water as well, Andy returned to what she was currently using as her designated seat. One thing she couldn't complain about here was the water. Surprisingly it didn't taste like mucky city water. Probably courtesy of that sheepskin, which she found more than a little ugly and tacky. She didn't care if it was golden, it was still something that belonged in an obsessive hunter's house along with a collection of deer antlers and poor stuffed game. The boy sitting at her own table probably was nephew to one of those types of people. That or she would say son, but she, for some reason, thought that the boy was a son of Ares. And typically the creepy animal-stuffing hunters weren't girls. Maybe she was generalizing, but she didn't care enough to correct herself. Not like anyone could hear what she said in her head anyways.
Well maybe Persephone could. She'd heard of the gods advising their kids through messages in their heads, but she was pretty sure Persephone had never done that with her. That, or Andy had just never noticed it, but she was pretty sure it was meant to be really noticeable. She couldn't really say she minded though, that her immortal parent didn't talk to her via thought messenger. Honestly, she'd probably just be creeped out, or annoyed if the goddess ever tried that. Andy's head was one of the few places she could count on to stay private from everyone else. People were everywhere in this cursed Camp. Just looking up from her salad, she could pinpoint Example A. Even her designated meal time, which was supposed to be 'alone time' as well, was now being invaded upon. The only alone time she could manage now was at the archery range. And she wasn't even alone at that time! She just cranked up her iPod really high so everyone would understand that she would prefer to be left alone. Some people still approached her though, and instead of doing the nice thing and making polite chit-chat, she either chewed them out till they went away, or ignored them till they took the hint. Nice was no where close to her middle name. Her middle name was Rose though, which she found fitting in the whole flower sense, but roses were generally associated with romance, and that could make her gag. The only time she'd really liked roses was when she'd used to watch Beauty and the Beast when she was a kid. Completely unrealistic, but she had enjoyed it when she was younger.
"Maybe if you glare long enough, you'll actually hurt my feelings." Andy suggested in response to his angry looks. It looked a bit like he was squinting at her, rather than glaring. It was almost a little funny to her, how ridiculous he looked. The redhead gave a small sarcastic gasp as the boy mentioned he wasn't going to tribute. "Didn't your parents teach you to share?" Yeah right. She knew, at least, that his immortal parent hadn't taught him that. "Really? I couldn't tell," Andy commented, her tone of voice was quite noticeably sarcastic. It was more than a little obvious that he wasn't exactly a suck-up to the immortals. She wasn't really a fan of kissing up to the gods either. Andy wasn't here to please anyone. [/size] |
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Post by Ryan Simons on Oct 11, 2010 9:07:59 GMT -5
Ryan was sort of the tense, paranoid type. Always suspecting people as enemies first unless they showed otherwise. Few did, especially in Camp Hades where fighting was practically what other demigods were always doing. Either training or sparring, himself included. That was the other thing, he was almost always ready to fight too. Half of him knew that no random demigod would just flat out attack him for no apparent reason. Okay, maybe some would if they really hated his guts (which he wouldn't be surprised at) or they were as crazy as his aunt. That sort of paranoia had always stuck with him since he was four and Kath had randomly started hitting him with either her hand or her staff. It was never good when he didn't have a staff and she did. He snapped out of his thoughts and rolled his eyes as her voice reached his ears. Gee! No one could ever have any peace around here, could they?! His head snapped up and glared at her. "I'll stare at whoever I'd like," he growled. He took orders from no one. Not Fish Face, not Owl Brain, not the immortals and certainly not from any other random Camper! The son of Ares eyed her. He had probably seen her once or twice around Camp. Being here three years, he had to eventually see every Camper at some point. Whether he acknowledged or got to know them was a different story. Entirely. He had never done so; never in a friendly manner, anyway. If they tried to get to know him and whatnot, it usually ended up in a fight, or a challenge or them fighting verbally. Ryan wasn't here to make friends and whatever. This wasn't social time. He was here to train... and to try and live another day.
He was almost finished with his salad when he heard the sound of a scraping chair. Ryan didn't need to look up to know that the girl had risen from her seat. He tensed and half picked up his head. She went back to the counter to get something else. Ryan rolled his eyes, shrugged and continued to eat what he had. A minute later along with another scrape, and he figured she had sat down again. People may think he was totally ignorant of everything, but he actually took note on everything that was happening around him. He took tabs on almost everything; providing when he was around people, that is. If someone asked him to describe a scene to him, Ryan could probably tell him or her. He just took note on his settings and what was going on around him. Not the specific people. It would be: Random camper (or their nickname if Ryan came up with one) did this and this. He didn't have any personal information about people though, because in that case he didn't give a care. The only personal knowledge he cared about was knowledge that would be useful if they ever got into a spar. Things like how many strides to they take, what side do they favor, what weapons do they use and whatnot.
The fifteen year old was always serious, uptight, negative and things that made him well, him. However, that didn't mean he had a sense of 'fun'. It was a weird, twisted sense of fun. That part of him was only a small fraction of a centimeter and he didn't show the side very often, but he had it. Last time he had been here, he had help to initiate a full blown out food fight including Ghost Girl (Celeste), Owl Brain (Annabeth), an Overdramatic Annoying Pipsqueak (Nathan), and two cowards (Agatha and Ellie). At least he hadn't been throwing sharp objects. Well, scratch that, actually he did throw that cup at the boy's head. After the boy had thrown one at him. It had been the most 'fun' he had ever had in Camp ever. It also had began his down hill shoot of rule breaking. Once he had 'fun' rules would start going out the window. Besides breaking curfew for the forest, Ryan had surprisingly been sort of behaved for the first three years here. The food fight changed everything; after the food fight, he finally realized that he was sick and tired of actually sort of trying to be behaved. He hated it when he was at Kath's with so many rules. He hated it, but dared not complain, break the rules or anything. So, he automatically just started to obey most of the rules at Camp, thinking that he was going to get abused if he didn't. He never tried to break them, and no one ever caught him sneaking out, so he didn't know the punishments. Oh well, whatever. If it was anything like he was used to, it would just bounce off him.
"Whatever," he growled at her. "Don't care." This girl was seriously getting annoying. He didn't start it this time, he was just responding to what was around him, as usual. He was a product of his surroundings. "No," he snarled icily. Not by any side of parent. Aunt Kath certainly hadn't, and Ares had never been in his life. Maybe Lila had and he had just been to little. The demigod just rolled his eyes. "Gods, you're observant," he snarled sarcastically.Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry. Surprising, right? XD
To: Andrea "Andy" Lawson
IC Word Count: 916
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font]
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Post by andy on Oct 12, 2010 21:18:20 GMT -5
It seemed that Andy was already getting on someone's nerves, and it had only been a couple of minutes. He was similar to her in the sense that they both wanted to eat their lunch alone, and for the most part in silence. Though she was rooting more for being alone, so she was planning on annoying this boy until he got ticked off enough to leave tje pavilion. Probably wouldn't take long now, considering how annoyed he got just by a couple of words. It was a well known fact by anyone who knew her, that Andy Lawson was as stubborn as she was mean. Which meant she certainly wasn't going to be the one to leave, nor was she going to give up on trying to get him to leave. Well unless of course she finished her salad before she managed to shoo him out of here. That was highly unlikely though because normally the girl liked to take her time when eating. The reason for that? One: she was just kind of a slow eater. And two: it meant more time spent alone. Or at least usually that's what it amounted to. "Seems I was wrong in my deduction that you weren't a creep." The demi-god didn't really mind the judgemental looks, but it was a little bothersome when people kept glancing at her repetitively.
She fixed the boy with a glare as his eyes came up to peer at her again. Sure she wasn't really the most threatening of people, but that didn't mean that she didn't still have a nasty glare. The girl had a variety of facial expressions that could really intimdate people, even those who were a couple inches taller than her, or who had larger muscles than her. Though practically anyone had larger muscles than the daughter of Persephone. She wasn't built for physical fighting that relied on strength. She was either a bow-and-arrow girl or a quick, slide-in, slide-out knife fighter. Using knives was all about the speed for her. If she was fast enough, and clever enough then strength was irrelevent. It'd probably be a smart idea to work out more with strength training, and sword fighting and all, but Andy had never particularly enjoyed any of that. Running, she enjoyed so speed was never an issue. And archery she enjoyed so that wasn't an issue either. For the demi-god, she pretty much had to enjoy the activity to even consider participating in it. Anything else was out of the question. That included even the smallest activities around the Camp. Examples of those activities included arts and crafts (which she personally thought was for five-year olds), singing with the Apollo kids at the Amphitheater (too social of an event), and even Capture the Flag (Which was also for five-year olds. Well maybe eight-year olds).
A lot of required activities she even chose to skip out on. Most people didn't even notice her absence because truthfully, most people either didn't know her or simply didn't care. The only times she ever got caught, doing anything against the rules, was when some nosy little twit decided to tattle on her. Some people just didn't know how to mind their own business. Which was a real shame, because then Andy always had to think of some new way to embarrass the Hades out of whoever had gotten her into trouble. Her ideas never lacked creativity though, since most of the other demi-gods could at least keep their traps closed. It wasn't that she really cared about any of the punishments, but it was more that she just really hated nosy tattle-tales. Andy figured her continuous streak of rebellion was a result of the lack of freedom she had had when she lived with her father. After all of the times she'd been punished at home, one would assume that she'd never break any rules ever, but sadly those beatings weren't even a result of disobedience. They were the result of a cheap bottle of tequila and one man's anger.
"Wow, good comeback there, smartie." The daughter of Persephone rolled her eyes, taking another bite of salad now. Hm, so the vinagrette wasn't terrible at least. Much more bearable than the ranch, of course. Glancing up, she couldn't find it all that surprising that his mortal parent hadn't taught him to share either. He certainly didn't seem to have any manners, just like herself. "Well I certainly think I am." Andy took another bite of salad, washing it down with a small sip of water. [/size] |
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Post by Ryan Simons on Oct 13, 2010 20:37:52 GMT -5
What the **heck** is wrong with me
Don't fit in with anybody
How did this happen to me?
Wide awake, I'm bored, and I can't fall asleep
And every night is the worse night ever
~I'm Just A Kid, Simple Plan[/size][/font] **= word replaced for a word originally in the lyrics[/right] It was sort of evident that something very minor could greatly annoy the son of Ares. That was true, the smallest things would easily annoy him like Hades. He just glared down after his eyes flicked over her then left once again. Ryan didn't know why, but he sort of felt like he was being sized up, sort of like before a fight. Very fast, he was sort of thinking that this was going to evolve into a verbal quarrel. Whatever, he could deal with those. The fifteen year old bit his tongue and just kept quiet. No reason to start chewing her out unless she started first. If she dropped it, then he would and she would just have to live with him watching her. Big deal, get over it. She didn't drop it and opened her mouth. Ryan's head snapped up again and glared at her. He also got really stubborn, really fast. The girl hadn't stopped, so neither would he. Stubbornness and impulsiveness were probably his biggest flaws ever. Ryan wasn't going to leave first. "Oh, that's a big surprise," he growled, his voice thick with sarcasm. "Then again, when is the female population ever correct?" he snapped. He rolled his eyes and snorted. "Sure, whatever, call me what you want," he growled indifferently. He didn't care about rude nicknames. He'd grown up with the name of 'Boy' and several other very unpleasant names.
As she went to glare at him, Ryan just kept his gaze and glared back. Great, glaring contest again. He had done this so much with his aunt it wasn't even funny. She glared at him, and after a few days he learned to just keep his ground and glare back. Days of being a kid, shrinking back and getting intimidated were long over. The last time he had been intimidated by a stare was at age five. That's when the random hitting started. The girl looked almost as fierce as a kid of Ares. She wasn't built up or anything, but that didn't mean that she couldn't fight. He'd been beaten, mostly by girls, for most of his life, so he knew about that stuff. He didn't judge by age, size or Cabin. Sure, he chewed them out, but he learned not to underestimate fighting ability. Even though he didn't participate in any social events at all and spent most of his time training, he knew there were people here that were more experienced in fighting and were way better at it than him. He knew that and accepted it. Ryan never asked for help, he only observed those who he thought to be better than him. Ryan had never asked for, received or given help at all at Camp, ever. Mostly because he was antisocial and didn't want anyone to help him and he didn't want to help anyone. He doubted anyone would want his help, anyway.
Ryan didn't really care about missing out on social events. He didn't care for them at all and didn't care if he got into trouble either. So far, he hadn't been caught. When the singing started, that was his cue to go into the forest. During social events, he'd do the same thing, just escape into the forest. The arena, forest, and armory were pretty much where he was at any given time, in that order. One he didn't like them; two: no one would even want him there, he didn't care about that either. He had no friends to meet there, at all, and he hoped that it would stay that way. Either they didn't know him, didn't care, or hated him. Ryan was fine with all three. He never really had anything except fighting with Kath. It was more like an army camp than a home in all honesty. Not much to eat, waking up early, drills, fun and life threatening games, the usual. So when he came to Camp, he wasn't used to everything. It honestly freaked him out a little. The only things that he was familiar with was training grounds, the forest and the armory. It was then that he decided to just stop listening to orders when it came to curfew and about scheduled activities. For everything else, he was pretty well behaved. Then the food fight happened. After that, Ryan wasn't taking orders from anyone. It was just a pity that it took this long. He mostly disobeyed curfew because he was never allowed to do that at his aunt's. Kath would usually lock him in. After a while and a lot of practice, he would usually lock pick himself out. He got caught one night and well... the results weren't pleasant.
He rolled his eyes. "I'm full of them," he snapped sarcastically. He didn't care that she thought his response as horrible, he could care less. He just wasn't going to be the one to give in and leave first. If he gave himself an idea, there was no budging him from it. It stayed in his head and he wouldn't let it go. Ryan was going to stay here and he didn't care how long it took. He was going to stay here and not back down from this. He rolled his eyes. No manners from any side of the family and he honestly didn't care. He liked the way he was and he wasn't changing. He snorted. "Glad you think so highly of yourself," he sneered sarcastically. If not English and the little Greek he knew, his second language would probably be sarcasm.Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry, Stubborn
To: Andrea "Andy" Lawson
IC Word Count: 967
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font] |
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Post by andy on Oct 20, 2010 20:47:47 GMT -5
It appeared that this boy was just as addicted to sarcasm as Andy found herself. Sarcasm was one of those things that came naturally to her, and there weren’t that many things that she was a natural at. Practically only sarcasm and growing flowers were her natural talents. Archery was something that she’d had to pick up with practice on the other hand. Quite a lot of practice to be more specific. She’d be picked it up a little more easily than most people, but not quite as easily as some of those Apollo kids or Artemis’ Hunters. The girl had once considered joining that little group of Hunters, but had decided against it. She still kept it in her mind as an option, but there were several reasons as to why she didn’t join. The first being that she wasn’t sure if she really wanted to be immortal. It seemed as if it could get awfully boring pretty fast. Next there was the fact that the Hunters would probably annoy the crud out of her. Even if they were a bunch of guy-hating, archery-loving, girls, that didn’t mean they weren’t still probably annoying. The Hunters also even almost seemed similar to like some sort of cult. Not to mention they were all ‘Girl Power’, which made her want to gag a little bit.
“Well I’m going to go ahead and say that you wouldn’t know, considering you probably annoy them to the point where they can’t even stand to be around you.” She pointed out, though for the most part she had to agree with him. She didn’t think of herself as an idiot, but the rest of the female population she couldn’t, or she guessed she just didn’t want to, speak for. Maybe the Athena girls were bright, but they certainly were annoying as was any child of Athena. They were a bunch of bratty know-it-alls who felt the need to show up everyone. “Good, because I was going to anyways.” Andy muttered, taking a sip of her water again. She wasn’t particularly looking for permission from him. She was one of those types of people who did the opposite of what she was told. Permission wasn’t necessary in her book. It was for people who actually gave a crap about the rules, and she certainly wasn’t one of those people. That much was obvious.
Another thing for five-year olds? Staring contests. Or in this case, glaring contests. Which she seemed to have a lot of. Though that was probably because she always had some sort of look on her face that was unpleasant. Well except for when some of her expressions were accompanied by a sarcastic comment. Any one of her smiles could be included in that category of sarcastic expressions. The last time that she had really smiled was probably sometime in the fourth grade, maybe even farther back than that. Well maybe take that back, there had been a couple really really small smiles when she was around her teddy bear, Pennington. He’d honestly been her only sense of comfort when she lived at her father’s house. That may have been sad to other people, and she even found it a little pathetic herself, but it was the truth. Being abused was not something she had shared with others at the time. Plus Pennington was absoloutly adorable, and she’d smack anyone who argued differently. Though it wasn’t as if anyone knew about the small stuffed bear anyway. That was her one top secret. She had a reputation to uphold.
“So I noticed,” She rolled her eyes, aware of his sarcasm once again. At least his comebacks weren’t quite as bad as those of all of those nice kids who wouldn’t say anything back just for fear of offending someone. That was even worse than not having a comeback just do to stupidity. “I could really tell,” Andy replied dryly, really tempted to dump her salad overtop of his head. Not that he had done anything to her, but it was just for the simple fact that she would have found it entertaining. But she decided against it, since that would actually require her moving from her spot, which she was quite comfortable in at the moment. “Out of sheer curiosity, when are you leaving?” Andy grumbled, impatient for his departure. Sure she had started the conversation, but she had done that to try and annoy him to the point of leaving.
Tags; Ryan
Word Count; 773
Notes; Sorry it took so long..again! =) [/size] |
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Post by Ryan Simons on Oct 22, 2010 6:15:18 GMT -5
So go on and scream
Scream at me, I'm so far away
I won't be broken again
I've got to breathe, I can't keep going under
I'm dying again, I'm going under
~Going Under, Evanescence[/size][/font] ...with Narnia XD[/right] There were few things that came easy to Ryan. Being angry, handling weapons (sometimes, and excluding archery), snapping at people, getting ticked off real fast, okay, maybe lots of things. But they all had one thing in common, they were all on the negative scale. Anything that he could do well, was usually negative; almost nothing out of him was positive. Well, maybe wielding a weapon could be a positive thing, but getting to that point was not very positive at all. If anything, it was brutal. True, he thought of Camp as a living hades, but Kath's place came into close ranks with it. Maybe this place was worse, maybe not. Ryan had a lot of pros and cons to sort out, it would mostly be cons for both places. The only pro thing that Ryan could come up with was that at Kath's place there was really no one there. It was just her and him the majority of the time, and that turned out to be rather dangerous. Another thing was that here, he was guaranteed food, but had to deal with a lot of people. They pretty much balanced eachother out in Ryan's logic. Give up being alone to not getting starved and randomly slapped around.
"Probably," he growled shortly with a shrug and eye roll. Rolling his eyes and shrugging were so common to him that he never really knew when he was doing it anymore. It just came as a natural habit. Darn demigod ADHD, couldn't keep his mind straight. Probably the only time he could think straight was physical fighting. If he stretched it a bit, he could say that he was fighting, but verbally. That didn't really count for him to being focused. Back to what Random Annoying said. He honestly didn't care either. All the better for him. If Camp didn't want to be around him, that was fine in his book. He didn't want to be around them either. He rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Fine," he growled curtly. He honestly didn't care. He had been called a lot of nasty things throughout his life, and he really didn't care less. If anything, living with his aunt had made him even more stubborn and rough. He learned not to care what others thought of him and learned how to make it on his own. Who could call that a real house hold was beyond him, but he was used to it. That was how he was raised and that was what he was used to.
Staring or glaring contests were something that Ryan had been doing ever since he had been... well, really little. It was easy to guess where they had come from. The first glare contest he had didn't end well. When did anything for demigods? Once he learned how to duck, however, the results improved. Half the time he wondered how his face never got all marked up. True, once she hit him and he got a black eye from something, but the marks around his face were minimal. Thank the gods that she missed his face every time she threw a throwable object. By throwable object, Ryan was thinking about pretty much anything that could serve as a potentially harmful missile. These included but where not limited to: dagger, disk, spear, lamp, book, scissors, the list would just go on and on. Ryan had never developed the habit of throwing anything except his weapons, and hoped he never would. Being able to throw weapons was one thing, throwing completely random objects was entirely another, and Ryan didn't want anything to do with it. That along with abusing walls of the house was a no no in Ryan's book. He did that in Kath's house, or anything against her rules, that would be a really big and nasty time out. Ryan never really got a time out. His time outs were more like a Sudden Death Spar.
"Oh, great," he growled sarcastically. This girl was really getting him ticked off. Yes, she had been here first, but she had also started the conversation first. Maybe if she hadn't piped up, they could of just coexisted. Maybe a bit tense, but Ryan could suck it up. He wasn't much the complaining out lout type. When he had been little he had to deal with someone who was constantly hyper and now that he looked back on it, it was a wonder Ryan didn't just kill himself. It had been good for the time being, but didn't help much in the long run. His eyes flashed at her. "Huh, I was pretty sure that you were observant enough," Ryan snorted, sarcastically, emphasizing the word observant, "to realize that I'm not leaving anytime soon," he ended icily. No, he wasn't going to be the first to leave and that was it. "Why, getting a little impatient?" the fifteen year old asked, smirking.OOC: No problem! ^^ You know I'd wait any amount of time for your posts!
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Word From the Character: Gods this is stupid...
Mood: Angry
To: Andrea "Andy" Lawson
IC Word Count: 842
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font] |
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Post by andy on Oct 22, 2010 19:43:57 GMT -5
“How is it that I don’t find that surprising at all?” Andy tilted her head to the side, her question, once again, rhetorical. He seemed quite similar to her, though she didn’t particularly like saying that about anyone. She wasn’t a fan of having anything in common with anyone, but in this case she had to admit they shared the same level of negativity. She could also assume that neither of them had a great collection of friends. The girl certainly didn’t, and she didn’t really mind that fact. People were annoying, and that was the end of that. So far, she hadn’t met one person at Camp whose company she had actually enjoyed. Well scratch that, she enjoyed some people’s company, but only for a limited period of time. And only because she found their idiocy entertaining. For example, Andy had found that Hephaestus’ kid’s company entertaining, but only because she’d had fun ticking him off. That probably wasn’t the way that most people enjoyed others company.
The redhead could count on one hand the number of friends she had. How did she count? By turning her fingers into the shape of a big fat zero. The only people she could possibly be friends with were people that were almost exactly like her. And even then, there was a big chance that they wouldn’t get along. She’d thought once that maybe she could get along with one of those scary types of gods such as Phobos, Eris, and the like. They were probably negative, and mean, and all the other things that she was. Though they were also most likely very sadistic and twisted. Even she wasn’t a big fan of murder and torture, which she had to assume they were. Another thing that probably would have bothered her, if she had been around them, was their egos. The gods were a collection of egotistical little brats. Even that Jackson kid probably didn’t have as big of an ego as them. And that was saying something, since he probably thought he was oh-so-amazing after the Battle of Manhattan.
“I agree,” Andy replied in her girly-girly imitation voice. It sounded wrong for her, but if it was pure sarcasm then people could agree that she could work with it. That type of voice belonged to a girl who was a shameless flirt, an airhead, and one who also had no dignity. And the daughter of Persephone was none of those things. She didn’t flirt with guys, because they were just as stupid as everyone else. Sure, she wasn’t a genius, but she certainly wasn’t an airhead. She’d gotten straight A’s in school, but at the same time she had been a slacker. And lastly, she had always had a sense of dignity. Or at least she did now, and she wasn’t planning on losing that anytime soon. Correction: She didn't plan on losing it ever.
The demi-god bit the side of her cheek in annoyance, resisting the urge to sigh in disappointment. She'd really been hoping he'd pick up his salad bowl and leave right then, but apparently that wasn't going to happen. That was a bit of a bummer, but it still didn't mean she was going to give up on getting him to leave. The one thing that she had learned so far at this Camp was that if you annoyed someone for long enough, then eventually, they would go away. Though she'd taught that little lesson to herself with a little bit of practice. "No, of course not." She paused to take another bite of salad. "I was just wondering how much time we'd have to spend together!" Andy exclaimed, faking excitement. She thought that it was quiet obvious that both of them wanted the other to leave, so there was really no reason to say other, but she had felt like it. Plus the boy would probably find her fake response annoying anyways. "You know, since we're having such a fun time. I was thinking that maybe we could paint our nails together," The redhead nodded her head. "I think you'd look good with a bright purple shade, don't you?"
Tag; Ryan
Word Count; 728
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Post by Ryan Simons on Oct 24, 2010 19:18:49 GMT -5
Ryan rolled his eyes. "Because you have no sense of awe?" he snorted sarcastically. This was going to just turn out into an all out verbal war. Not that he cared, it was a source of amusement to him. His source of amusement; some sick form of amusement, anyway. Getting into fights, in whatever area was amusing to him. It was just him being him. A him that would never change. He'd never change his ways and that was it. He'd stay negative, mean, I Hate the Worldish, and stubborn until the day he died. Besides weapons and breaking the rules, ticking people off and getting into fights ranked in the top five things he was best at. Among those five things, was being stubborn. Ryan had never really gotten around to ranking them one to five though. On the lines of stubbornness: Ryan wasn't going to leave now. Dang, did his family have stubborn issues. Maybe his mother hadn't, but her sister sure did. Being stubborn and not backing down was one of the things he had been taught at an early age. One of the top morals at his aunt's house. It had actually proved useful in everyday life. Ryan doubted he would of survived as long as he had without that rule in his life.
Sometimes he did wonder what was worse. Would it have been worse if Ryan had never known his two friends from when he was younger? He would of been a bit more mean, maybe. He had no idea what would of happened, since that scenario never did happen. All he knew was what had happened. Which came to this question: was it worse the way it was? Ryan knew that he had belonged and had been loved for just once. Even if that 'once' was two years, it was something. Then, living with the knowledge that he killed one of his friends; that on top of both of them disappearing, out of his life within twenty four hours was rough. It hurt like heck, but Ryan had never showed that to anyone, ever. Not even his aunt. Ryan had let it out in his room, never infront of her; all he had said, once, was that he missed them. Those next two months were the worse in his life. Ryan was half shattered by then, half shattered by himself. Ryan shook his head, knowing that he made no sense. How the heck had he gotten onto this topic anyway? Stupid ADHD! Then again, it'd drive him up the walls if he didn't get this sorted out in his head. Fine, it did hurt for a few weeks, he had to admit it, but it had gotten better. Besides, if it hadn't happened, then he wouldn't of been here. He'd blame them for that. If it hadn't been for them, Ryan probably wouldn't of turned out like this, but then again, he had no way of knowing.
Stupid flipping Camp. He didn't care about keeping up a hero image or anything. He knew he wasn't a hero and hated all the egos around Camp. Especially Fish Face for the whole saving the world. If anything, the son of Ares hated him for making all the gods claim their kids. If it hadn't been for him and Traitor, the Camp wouldn't of been so freaking full! Ryan's eyes fired up and went back over to the Camper that had been talking to him before. "Great," he snorted sarcastically, rolling his eyes. This was so darn stupid, but he still wasn't going to give in and leave. Ryan had never had any socialization with girls ever. So, naturally, he never had flirted or felt any strong feelings towards girls. He hated them as he hated everyone in this Camp Hades. He knew that it would never change any time soon; half because he wouldn't change, half because the world wouldn't. He had never really gone to school or gotten a good education. With the exception of his aunt's home schooling, Ryan had never had any other schooling. She had taught him the basics and that was it. From what Kath had said, he had pretty much failed the English writing part, mostly because of the stupid demigod dyslexia.
The demigod continued with his salad, sort of slowly. His reason was to half annoy the girl. The other half was so he didn't have an excuse to leave. If he still had his food, he could still just stay here. Then again, even if he did finish, he'd stay. "Sure," he growled, rolling his eyes again. "Oh yippee," he snorted sarcastically. "I can't wait," he growled, rolling his eyes. If she was going to be stubborn, then they'd be here for quite a while. He stared at her. What the heck was that? He put the two things together and rolled his eyes. Okay, that was just revolting. "How about I dump it on your head?" he snapped.OOC: LOL! Sry for my lateness....
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry, Stubborn
To: Andrea "Andy" Lawson
IC Word Count: 857
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font]
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Post by andy on Oct 31, 2010 16:45:53 GMT -5
"Well that's not a very nice thing to say," Andy stated matter-of-factly. Though, as was obvious, neither of them were very nice people. And as a result, neither of them had anyhing nice to say to one another. Her attitude came from the 'hostile environment' she'd grown up in when she was a kid-or so she was told by an annoying shrink that her brother had paid for for one session. He'd only visited her and her father a couple of times, and each and every time, Andy's father pretended like everything was just fine. He also even avoided drinking when Paxton was home. It was on his very first visit that Andy had informed him of her father's drunken abusive habits. And what had Paxton done in response to that? Sent her to one session of therapy, then left the next day, and avoided returning. Thank you, big bro. She rolled her eyes, twirling her fork around in the remaining salad leaves. Since she came to Camp Demi-Dork, her brother had sent her a few dozen letters apologizing, and inviting her to visit him, and his new family. Which she all promptly ignored. She didn't want to meet his other family that he had completely ditched her for. Hades, she didn't even want to see his face ever again. His little four-year old that she'd read about in one of the letters,-one of those that she had actually read-she wouldn't mind meeting, but at the same time, it wasn't her responsibility to play World's Most Perfect Aunt.
Her curiosity was starting to tick away at her, unsatisfied by her lack of knowledge in the events that caused this boy's attitude. She liked knowing semi-interesting bits of information. And she constituted the cause for his personality traits as semi-interesting. Things she didn't find interesting included how one's hair looked on a given day, whether the Apollo kids were singing in tune or not, and also if 'purple passion' lipgloss looked the same as 'perfect plum' lipgloss. All which were topics that her half-sisters frequently discussed. During the middle of the night, no less. Quite annoying when one was trying to sleep. Needless to say, her siblings' gossiping habits had turned her into even more of an insomniac then she previously was. She was lucky to get five or six hours of sleep a night. And even if she did get that much sleep, it was a crappy and unfulfilling couple hours of sleep. Andy had been informed by one of her half-sisters- one that she could actually kind of tolerate-that she tossed and turned when she was sleeping. Which everyone in the cabin found annoying apparently, not that she cared, mind you. If possible she probably just would have just tossed and turned more just to annoy them as much as they annoyed her. The only time the redhead talked to her siblings in a civil manner was when they were discussing flowers, and things related to them. And even then the conversations could get a little argumentative when one didn't agree on flower arrangements or pairings. It almost made her feel a bit nerdy like those Athena kids, but she figured it was better than having a discussion about math.
"The sarcasm in your voice makes me think that you don't really think it's great," The girl commented tartly, fully aware that he didn't actually think it was great. She practically had a built in radar for detecting sarcasm. It was most likely a result of her overuseage of sarcasm. Andy practically already had the younger boy's response picked out in her mind. It was going to be something along the lines of a sarcastic comment about her being smart or something similar. Predictable was a perfect one-word description for him. Or at least she was thinking that so far. "I'm aware of my brilliance, by the way." She added, before the other demi-god could even comment on it. It's not like she had confirmation that he was going to mock her obvious statement, but she was about 90 percent sure that he would.
"Me neither," She smirked, before snacking on some more of her salad. She'd taken quite a bit of salad, resulting in her taking quiet a long time to eat it. "Maybe we could turn it into a girls' night in. Then we'll not just do manicures...but pedicures too!" Andy purposefully referred to it as a girls' night in just to annoy him. With his likely lack of association with girls, she doubted he even knew what that was. He almost looked a little confused when she had simply mentioned nail polish. He may not have been a girl, but she figured nail polish was common knowledge for anyone who lived in present time. "But then there wouldn't be any left for your nails!" Andy exclaimed in, what was clearly fake,disappointment.
Tag; Ry-Ry!
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