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Post by Ryan Simons on Oct 31, 2010 17:51:25 GMT -5
I am a question to the world, Not an answer to be heard... And what do you think you'd ever say? I won't listen anyway You don't know me, And I’ll never be what you want me to be. ~I'm Still Here, John Rzeznik[/size][/font][/right] "Really?" Ryan snorted sarcastically. "I had absolutely no idea," he growled, again sarcastic, and again rolling his eyes. Eye rolling had become so common to him that he barely knew when he was doing it anymore. That, along with sarcasm were two things he did unconsciously. He did know when someone was being sarcastic towards him, most probably because he used it so much himself. He really had no one to talk to while living with his aunt; he didn't even talk to Alex or Edmund when he had met them. Ryan would just mentally vent. Whenever they asked about his life Ryan just shrugged and gave it to them in a nut shell. He lived with his aunt, who was training him how to handle weapons, the end. Once, Ed asked about all the cuts and bruises that Ryan had started to get before and during spear and dagger training. He just shrugged and said he fell while they were running around the forest. Not that he cared that he had a lot of scars from training, it was fine, he had grown up with them all over him. His issue with telling? Ryan had zero tolerance for pity. He couldn't stand it, at all.
When asked, Ryan would of liked to have said that he had grown up in a normal environment, but that was far from the case. When was any demigod's case normal? He knew that all the demigods here (and all people for that matter) had their own problems and their own pasts, including this girl that he was sitting across the room from. Ryan would leave them to their own problems, he didn't really care if they didn't want to share; he didn't need to know. Ryan had never told anyone his real background; he had always just been really vague. It was his history and he fully accepted it. He didn't care what other people thought about him, and they had no right to tell him what or what not to be. Ryan knew who he was, for the most part. That went for anyone. People shouldn't be saying anything unless they led the life that the person had. Ryan was just a product of his environment and that was it. Once Kath had taught him about the nature versus nurture thing. In his head, it was nurture. Others, would say nature as well since he was in Ares' Cabin. They would say Ares was his parent, therefore, Ryan got his traits from the god of war as well. Ryan, however, didn't acknowledge any god in this at all; he was a son of no one. He was brought up in a very violent environment where it was adapt or die and that was it. That was how he came to be who he was, end of story. Sometimes Ryan thought that Kath would of killed him if not for his actual mother, who (Ryan thought this was really abnormal) Kath seemed to have been sort of close to. Sometimes he really wished that his actual mother hadn't died. Then again, when did anything ever work out for him? True, Kath had said that he had lived with her for a year, but still it would of been nice to just to stay with her, period. It had been great, learning the weapons, but at some points, he really questioned his aunt's teaching methods.
The demigod just rolled his eyes to her comment. "Really?" he asked skeptically, preparing to just leave it at that. Ryan snorted as the older girl added something. He rolled his dark grey eyes, where the high Hades had she gotten that idea from? Oh, right. Her overgrown head. "Are you aware of your conceitedness as well?" he growled. Ryan couldn't stand those people who thought they were the best. "Or has your oh so brilliant mind already comprehended that?" he added sarcastically. "No wait, don't answer that. Your brain's to small for your overgrown head to comprehend anything," he snorted, answering his own question before she could comment. She had done that without knowing his real response. He had just answered his own question, and his answer surely wasn't anywhere near what she would of said. Maybe about him, but not about herself. At least he didn't try to answer what she would have said back.
Ryan rolled his eyes. This was stupid; instead of wasting his breath to answer, he ate some of his salad. He was making this as drawn out and deliberate as possible. Ryan wasn't going to give himself an excuse to leave, so he just ate one or two mouthfuls more. Ryan once wondered if his stomach had shrank or something. He was barely hungry anymore, he mostly drank water if anything during the day. Usually, he'd only stay here to eat for twenty minutes or something. However, if something popped up, like an annoying camper who wouldn't leave, then he'd stay and refuse to leave first. He took his measures to be by himself, and if someone stopped his plans, then they could reconfigure their own. He looked at her through narrowed eyes. What the heck was a girls night out? It had to do with girls, obviously. Even he wasn't that stupid. Manicures? Pedicures? What the high Hades were those? Whatever they were, Ryan was next to positive that he wouldn't like it. He just rolled his eyes and shook his head in disgust. "Exactly the point," he growled, rolling his eyes. He was fully aware that she was being sarcastic, but he didn't care.Character Name: Ryan Simons Mood: Angry, Stubborn To: Andrea "Andy" Lawson IC Word Count: 957 Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font]
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Post by andy on Nov 6, 2010 21:21:01 GMT -5
Andy nodded, somehow still unbothered by his presence. It was actually a little surprising to her. Maybe it was because his cynical attitude lacked the annoyance factor that other people with positive attitudes had. Surprisingly enough, she had even used to have that sort of attitude, the positive kind. And she’d also been shy, which she was far from anymore. Shy and anti-social were two completely different things. Shy was basically being afraid that you’d embarrass yourself if you spoke up, while anti-social was her hating pretty much everyone so she avoided a good majority of the people here. Or maybe she should refer to them as freaks, because well that’s what demi-gods were. Not mighty enough to be immortal, yet too odd to still be considered just a human. “I figured I should make sure you knew. You know, just in case.” She spoke up, borrowing his same use of sarcasm.
“So what happened to you that makes you all doom and gloom?” She finally decided to ask, even though there were several reasons as to why it was probably pointless to. One: If he did tell her, she still probably wouldn’t care all that much. Two: It probably wasn’t a very good reason for being so negative anyways. She didn’t know for sure, but she was going to go ahead and assume. Even though assuming hadn’t always worked out for her well in the past. And Three: He probably wouldn’t even tell her. It wasn’t like this was share-your-life-story day. And even if it was-which that would be ridiculous-he probably wouldn’t participate in the appointed day anyways. She certainly wouldn’t. Not because she cared if people knew, but because it would be really stupid, and also because that would require participating in conversations with people. That she most definitely would not do. “Besides the fact that your immortal parent is probably Ares or Thanatos or one of those other one’s who constantly seems to be PMS-ing.” A small smirk playing on her lips as she spoke.
“It’s called sarcasm, idiot. You think you, who uses it all of the time, would recognize it.” Andy rolled her eyes, muttering in response. She was way far away from being conceited. Sure some of her comments sometimes made it seem like she may be conceited, but there was always pure sarcasm behind them. It wasn’t like she had no self-esteem, but she didn’t have near as much as he was currently making it seem. She rolled her eyes in the slightest bit of annoyance as he continued to rant on about how ‘conceited’ she supposedly was. “Maybe while you’re ranting on about how self-absorbed and narcissistic I am, I could rant on about how ignorant and unintelligent you happen to be.” She sneered, finishing off her cup of water with a few last sips. Apparently she’d been a little thirsty. Understandable since the vinaigrette had a sort of rich taste to it.
“I wouldn’t criticize my intelligence.” The redhead raised an eyebrow, noting his unnecessary focus on the salad he was eating. Last time she had checked, it wasn’t that hard to eat salad. Or at least for her, and most normal people it wasn’t. The boy seemed to purposefully be taking his time, which was sort of a stupid idea in her opinion. He was clearly annoyed with her so she didn’t see why he didn’t just leave to avoid her. Apparently he was just too stubborn for that. Which didn’t bother her, since she figured, in terms of stubbornness, she was probably worse than he was. “Oh, oh, I get where you’re going with this.” Andy nodded her head, her green eyes sparking with a supposed look of understanding. “You don’t want to do your nails in purple nail polish…” She trailed off, before smirking at him. “I get it now. You’re more of a hot pink kind of person, aren’t you?” Although it was clear he wasn’t, she still wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to thoroughly annoy him further. “Or maybe neon pink? I don’t know how well that would work with your complexion though.” She pulled a fake frown as if she was actually saddened by that fact. In all honesty, she didn’t have any idea how pink went with his complexion. Why would she? She was no make-up artist, nor was she an Aphrodite girl. That much was obvious.
Tag; Rye-pie! Word Count; 777 [/size]
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Post by Ryan Simons on Nov 7, 2010 21:16:50 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, Yu-Gi-Oh[/size][/font] Lol, yes it is Yu Gi Oh.. have never watched the TV show though XD[/right] Ryan just rolled his eyes. Whatever. Stupid campers, this one looked older than him, but whatever. Most campers in this Hades were, besides, age didn't matter to him. Just like the Cabins, and the tables and almost everything else. He hadn't exactly started out like this, but whatever, he was like this now and that was the only thing that mattered at the moment. No reason dwelling on the past when nothing could be done to change it. Ryan realized that, knew what he did and just moved on from there. Maybe not in the right direction, thanks to the lovely environment he grew up in, but he moved on. He lost two people and got a great education in weapons; depending on how people saw it. True, he knew how to use them, but the route to that was sort of a gruesome one. It was sort of sickening when he actually thought about how he was when he was younger. It wasn't exactly nice, but it was amped down by about one thousand; that was the time when he was around six. After one cold autumn day, his life took a nosedive for the worse. There was proof that one day could change a life. Yeah, more like five hours, the demigod boy thought bitterly.
He shrugged. "What happened to you that makes you so nosey?" Ryan snapped back icily, thoroughly uninterested in the answer. She probably wouldn't give a drachma, not that gave an inch of a care for what she thought. He wasn't just going to go snooping through her past life. For one, he didn't care; every freaking demigod had their own flipping problems, and Ryan would just leave them to it. He didn't care why, it was just that it was. Besides, why should he tell her? She hadn't given him a reason to. In a condensed nutshell, and if he ever told anyone it would be: "I was raised and trained by my aunt." The end, hooray, next idiot take the stand and take place in this stupid story time. By the way, he was never going to do that, because that involved a lot of people and civil talking. Two things that Ryan hated most, besides his aunt and pity and praise. No, scratch that. Along side everything else. He rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he growled. HE could take jabs about his parent, since, in his head, he didn't have one in this Hades. He only went into the Ares Cabin, and only for a short amount of time, because he didn't really want to sleep in the forest or anywhere else. Ryan had slept without a bed in several occasions, it wasn't pleasant.
The demigod boy shrugged and just rolled his eyes. He shut her off, her comments about him began to just bounce off him like a rubber ball. Another thing he learned? He learned how to take negative criticism, yelling, punishment and all that stuff. Now a days, it just bounced off him and he didn't care; that now a days started when he was around eight. "Yeah, bet you could," the fifteen year old growled dryly. She probably could, and he wouldn't care. By now, and being around this Hades, he had sort of picked up that he had been sort of sheltered at his aunt's house. Whatever, not his problem; he'd learn by himself some day, one day. The only question was: what day would that be? Probably never because of his stubbornness with not asking help.
"Sure you wouldn't," he growled, rolling his eyes again. He finished his salad and looked at her as she began talking. Gods this was going to take a while. Whatever happened, he wasn't budging and that was it. She seemed stubborn as well. Whatever, he guessed that he'd just see who'd win this. Half of him really hoped that this wouldn't continue until other people came in for dinner, the other half didn't really care and said that he'd take it for just the night, providing that she didn't leave first. True, he'd probably get into trouble with Fish Face and Owl Brian for being at the wrong table and all that other idiotic, stupid rules, but whatever. "Sure you do," he growled sarcastically, rolling his eyes. No one would ever get him or get to know him, sincerely, ever. He just rolled his eyes and shut her off again. What she was speaking, was nonsense to him; that, plus it didn't make any sense to him. It was moronic, stupid words just stringed together. "Hope you choke on it," he snarled at her. Although, half of him was wondering what neon was.OOC: Lol XD I love the nail polish idea! *has flash back to Nike/Adonia trick* Hilarious. Character Name: Ryan Simons Word From the Character: *growls* DON'T call me that! Mood: Angry, Stubborn To: Andrea "Andy" Lawson IC Word Count: 808 Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy
Legend: "Ryan Speaking" Ryan Thinking "Ryan's Story Thinking" [/size][/font]
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Post by andy on Nov 25, 2010 0:11:15 GMT -5
Her fork made a hollow clinking sound as it connected with her now empty bowl. Well not completely empty, there was a mixture of vinagrette and some crappy ranch still clinging to the insides of the bowl. Surprisingly her salad had actually been quite filling. Usually she would need something besides just a starter salad. That was probably why restaurants usually served salad, a main course and then dessert. Or even soup, salad and so on. Personally she preferred what they did at Olive Garden, or even Red Lobster. They usually had salad, and then Olive Garden had breadsticks while Red Lobster had those garlic cheese biscuits. Either way, both the breadsticks and biscuits were amazing. Two years without good food, and Andy was nearly ready to sell a body part for just something decent to eat. Well at least they had the option of something good to drink. She'd admit those cups that would allow you to drink anything you wanted were pretty cool. She usually opted for a Shirley Temple or a flavored lemonade. Huckleberry or raspberry lemonades in particular.
Andy shrugged indifferently, debating whether or not to refill her glass with some more water. It was probably about time for her to be heading back to the archery fields for practice. She could bet that a couple of kids would still be there, but probably just the regulars. And the regulars knew by now to leave her alone. It was the occasional drop-ins who wanted to learn archery that bothered her. They always wanted to talk while they were practicing, and more often than not, they needed help from someone to actually learn archery. Somehow they always seemed to think that she would be the person to help them out. It got very irritating after a while. So irritating, in fact, that she had practically chewed the last person's head off who had asked her for help. Needless to say, she hadn't seen that person around the archery fields since then. "I figured trust and honesty is the best way to establish our never-ending friendship." The redhead smirked, content with the fact that she'd already found, possibly, the best way to annoy this kid. With the pansy Hephaestus boy, she could annoy him simply by being her usual mean self. With this kid, it was all about making sarcastic, snide comments about them supposedly being 'friends' and also about girly activities such as painting their nails.
"Is this you admitting to the fact that you're kind of stupid?" The demi-god wondered, tapping her fingers along her chin. Her face expressing almost nothing, but boredom. Frankly she probably would have rather been practicing archery, but she was too dang stubborn to actually leave now. She could tell that this boy took insults just as well as she did. Which probably meant that he had been insulted a lot before. That's certainly how she had built up her tolerance for insults. She'd been called a lot worse than stupid or idiotic. And she'd been called all of those worse things by her father. Well him and the occasional clique girls from her old high school. But the worst she had heard was obviously from her mortal parent. By now she knew a whole collection of bad words herself, including a sizeable number in Spanish. She'd taken a couple years of Spanish during school, but she'd learned the swear words from a variety of movies. Or even songs, in some cases.
Andy almost felt compelled to smack her own forehead. It was starting to feel like it wasn't even worth it to just sit here. He was starting to make it look like this little stubborn competition was going to last a very long time. Sure it wasn't like she had much better things to do in this camp, but she'd certainly rather be elsewhere. Like maybe at the lake, or possibly even tending to the flowers planted outside the Persephone cabin. But only if none of the other kids of Persephone were there doing the same thing. There were only one or two of her half-siblings that she really found tolerable. And that was because they were a bit negative, just like her. Although they didn't reach the same level of negativity as she did. "But if I choked it, then I might die. And I just know you'd miss me I I did." The girl pointed out. Though what she really knew, was that he'd probably be relieved if she dropped dead on the spot. And he probably wasn't the only one who'd be relieved. There were a lot of people in this camp who didn't really appreciate her company. Not that she appreciated their company anyways.
Tag; Ry-Ry Word Count; 812 Notes; First I'm sorry that took so long and second I'm sorry it was kind of a bad post. I've apparently moved on from cruddy cold to a major splitting headache =[ [/size]
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Post by Ryan Simons on Nov 27, 2010 23:28:33 GMT -5
The demigod boy gave his eyes a roll. Well, he was finished, and he was not moving, he had been building up to much stubbornness to move now. The fifteen year old wasn't sure of many things, but those were two things he knew for sure. Ryan glared bitterly at the bowl of his finished salad. The only good thing about this dumb Hades was that they were guaranteed food. It was food he was used to, surprisingly. Nothing fancy and all on the lean, healthy side. Well, demigods sort of needed to stay in shape, if training practice wasn't enough to do it to them. Dang, he was sticking up for Camp. What a sickening feeling that brought to his stomach. He looked at his cup; he had seen various campers on his first week here fill it with all sorts of weird stuff. All he ever asked for was water; it was simple and it was what he was used it. All the other things they had called out during that first week, things like Sprite, Orange Juice and a few other things he couldn't' think of, made no sense to him.
Ryan wondered how long this girl was going to stick around for. He rotated his wrist slightly, feeling the hilt of a blade resting against his arm. It would come down if he flicked his wrist sharply, but he decided not to do that. Not yet, anyway. He liked being in the arena when people weren't there, but yet again, with his stupid demigod luck, he never got what he wanted. Usually it was crowded. In his opinion, crowded was two people or more. Yes, he knew it was sad, but he wasn't used to any amount over two, period. He knew that he should of gotten used to it over these three long years, but he hadn't, since he had resented it so much. The first year and week at Camp had been a pure Hades. Being in the Hermes Cabin was just heck; so very overcrowded. He rolled his eyes as her voice came to his ears again. "Great," he growled sarcastically. "And I've figured out that slicing your throat off would be the best way to end it," he growled, not really caring. No matter what, he was not and was never going to get any friends ever again, at all, end of story. No one at his Camp had ever done anything for him. The stupid Camp in its physical presence just kept them safe (and he was beginning to doubt that) by a stupid fee bag and a freaking pine tree. It was sad and pathetic, but not as much as the people at the Camp itself.
He shrugged, not really caring. What did he care about what people thought about him? The answer to that rhetorical question? Nothing. He didn't give a dang drachma about what others thought or said about him. He was way beyond caring and never would. "If you say so," he growled indifferently. Whether she agreed or disagreed to that statement was no care to him. Let her think what she wanted; he had taken way to many criticizing remarks, insults and bad mouthing to even care and filter anymore; they all just bounced off him. All he ever sort of took when he was older, was rather constructive and very heavy criticism from his aunt while weapon training. Surprisingly, his aunt had come up with some pretty good, insulting names for him over the years that he had spent with her. Most of the time, using-un-lady-like words. She'd call him anything but his own name. Maybe that was always why he hesitated when someone called him by his actual name; he wasn't used to it at all. Quite surprisingly, he had sort of remembered when Ed and Alex asked him; it had only taken five plus minutes. Even though they called him by it, he was always hesitant since he was still with his aunt. After two years, and after they both disappeared, Ryan got back to being called every other random, disdainful name even more heavily; his name nearly got wiped from his memory again. When he arrived at Camp and got asked by either Owl Brian or Fish Face or some other stupid official (he didn't remember or care), it again only took him around five to ten minutes to recollect.
It wasn't like Ryan had anywhere to go. Sure, there was training, but if too many people were there, forget it. The forest was another option, but he usually liked to do that after curfew and everything. He was his own schedule and wouldn't let anyone else take control of him. He could sit here if he really wanted to. His ADHD and adrenaline were annoying him, as always, but his stubborn determination kept him seated and immobile. "And that would be the point," Ryan growled, rolling his eyes. He didn't much enjoy other people, and it was sure as Hades clear that most people didn't enjoy him. Whatever, he didn't care. "Yeah, sure," he snarled. "As much as I would miss his frickin Hades hole," he growled under his breath.OOC: No, no apologies! It was absolutely fine, your posts are always awesome to read! Aw Bah That stinks! Hope you feel better soooon! *gives meds and a super hug* Sorry if this reply was late/bad Character Name: Ryan Simons Mood: Angry, Stubborn (not a surprise) To: Andrea "Andy" Lawson IC Word Count: 888 Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy
Legend: "Ryan Speaking" Ryan Thinking Ryan's Story Thinking [/size][/font]
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Post by andy on Dec 12, 2010 0:00:43 GMT -5
"Okay, seriously. What has that salad bowl ever done to you?" Andy pondered out loud as she observed him glaring murderously at the dishware. She was tempted, for a moment, to laugh at him because he looked a little more than ridiculous. The girl made a quick note to herself that making faces at inanimate objects made one look like an idiot. Not that she had been planning on doing that anytime soon. Sure, she normally wore a scowl on her face, but she found that quite different from outright glaring at objects. Well unless said objects were people. Then that was different, because she found that most people here deserved to be glared at anyways. Both the boy and herself included in that list. She knew she was a total brat, and that she was usually hated for it. Andy wasn't going to go ahead deny what she knew was the truth.
Lazily standing up, the redhead fetched one of those actual 'magical' cups. She muttered the words 'chai tea' quietly and the cup filled up with a piping hot, creme-colored liquid. Tilting the cup backwards, she took a small sip of the tea. Unfortunately for her, it was just hot enough that it managed to burn her tongue. She didn't allow herself to reveal that though, because no doubt, the younger demi-god would snicker at her. And then she'd probably start to get annoyed with him. It was best for her when she was the one doing the annoying. Which she was about to be doing right now. If she wasn't already, that was. Taking her cup of tea, she approached the table that he was currently sitting at. Plopping down on the seat exactly opposite him, she propped her head up on her elbow, observing him intently. She already had the idea that he wasn't a fan of close proximity unless it was maybe while fighting. She herself, really wasn't a fan either, but if it was going to annoy him then it was worth it. Well maybe it wasn't, but she was already there and she wasn't going to move now. Not because she was lazy, but simply because the young boy might see that as a sign that he was winning this silent..well, she wasn't sure what to call it. Confrontation? No, that didn't sound right. Stand-off? Still, no. Oh well, she didn't really need to define it like one of those Athena nerds would.
Her eyebrows raised as he commented on his thought of killing her. She didn't honestly take it seriously, because he may have been as mean as her, but he didn't seem like much of a killer. Although she had heard that that Hermes boy hadn't seemed like a traitor...until, well, he betrayed this stupid camp. Though her character judgement was usually pretty good, and she was guessing the people who hung out with that Hermes kid were idiots anyways. They wouldn't be able to tell the difference between someone loyal and a traitor. With her, she could tell the difference between a cold-blooded killer and a really pissed off demi-god. This boy fell under that latter category. "If you want to get real about killing me, slitting my throat isn't really the best way to do it." Andy took another sip of her chai tea. It was sufficiently cooled down by this point. "I saw on CSI, that the best way is to kill a person is probably by injecting oxygen in through someone's eye. Or something like that." She nodded, a little disgusted by that idea. If she remembered correctly, the CSI people had said something about it leaving no obvious cause of death. Something like that. Not that she memorized the CSI episodes or anything. In fact she didn't really like that show. It just so happened that they used to have a lot of marathons for that tv series.
"Well I did say so," She pointed out, talking slowly as if to help him understand her. It was obviously meant in a mocking way, since it was clear she'd already clarified that she thought he was an idiot. "Aww, now I don't believe that you really want me to die." Andy rolled her eyes. What she said was at least partly true. She didn't believe that he actually wanted her to die, but she believed that he certainly wouldn't care if she did. Wanting something to happen and caring if it did were two different things "Wow, you must love this Hades hole a lot then." The redhead commented sarcastically, barely catching what it was that he said quietly.
Tag; Ry-Ry Word Count; 801 Note; I'm sooo sorry it took as long as it did...AND don't you dare say you don't care! [/size]
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Post by Ryan Simons on Dec 19, 2010 16:42:27 GMT -5
All of the sudden, Ryan got the sudden impulse to move. He started to fiddle around with the fork he had in his hand, twirling it around like a dagger. It'd be quite fun if he could launch it at the girl sitting at the table. He then, vaguely and quite randomly, remembered the food fight that had taken place a few months ago. He still wasn't sure what made him go to lunch at the regular hour; at first it seemed like no one was there. The result of more and more people coming in had been rather interesting, and surprisingly, he hadn't left while they all continued to join in. He had gotten to throw plates of food like projectiles and that was pretty cool in his mind. Throwing anything at anyone was all good in his head. Even better yet, he had hit annoying kid camper with a cup in the side of the head. In his defense, the kid had hit Ryan's head with a goblet first. It had given him a bump, a headache and a slight bruise; not that he cared though. Technically, Ryan had just gone on the defense; he didn't disobey the 'don't make the first move rule'. He had thrown the goblet on offense, true, but it was the second move. Ryan remember smirking when it hit. That had been great; probably the only ever, almost fun, thing that happened in this camp for him. Along with that, he had caught Owl Brian in the side of the head with a plate full of food.
Finally, he realized that his eyes had been unfocused and that he was still twisting the fork around his fingers, becoming increasingly faster. He had been doing it so unconsciously, that he was surprised that the fork hadn't gone flying out of his fingers from the speed of the rotations. Only half hearing the girl when she spoke, he forced himself to stop moving, but then felt the urge to start flipping things around again. Stupid ADHD; sure, it worked on the battle field, but it was just annoying everywhere else. His focus turned back to the annoying girl camper and he rolled his eyes. "Everything," he snorted sarcastically, rolling his eyes again. His eyes snapped up at her as he heard the chair moving and her standing up. She grabbed one of the cups and muttered something. As always, a liquid pooled into it; Ryan's eyes converted to the cup, which he noticed, had steam coming out of it. "Hope it burns you," he growled. He really hoped that she would go away, but of course, as his luck worked out for him, she just sat directly across from him. Ryan scowled and rolled his eyes. He hated being in close proximity to people unless it was fighting. That was why he hated the Dining Pavilion at its regular eating hours and his Cabin at night. Not only did they classify him with an Olympian, but it was way to close proximity with other people. In that way, he was sort of claustrophobic. Fighting? He didn't care. But if it was for regular sort of things, he got annoyed and shifty. Even though the urge to just get up and start walking around started to kick in, his stubbornness kept him sitting down. Half of the time Ryan said those things, only a quarter or less really meant it. Not that he'd ever tell that to anyone. Sure, all of them ticked him off to no end, but he really didn't want to become a killer or anything. Something flipped in his stomach. You already are a killer, something reminded him. Ryan told that part of his brain to shut up as a wave of shock came over him and he felt himself slightly turning white. Stop it! he ordered himself, taking a deep breath and half shutting his eyes. He did not want to be doing this right now. Especially not in front of this girl, who, most likely would just laugh at him. Not that he cared; she could laugh and snicker and do whatever she wanted to him. He just didn't want to give her a direct excuse for doing it though. Ryan analyzed her through narrowed eyes. He had no idea of her age, or house, but he didn't care; all he cared was what was going down between them right now and that was it. Age or Cabin didn't matter when it came down to it. Sure, someone may be a girl. Sure they may be young, And sure, they may be in the worse or best Cabin for fighting. That didn't mean anything. The youngest kid could be the best fighter, why not? And even though girls weren't that marked down for the fighting type, the world was quickly proving that wrong. Ryan hated when other people had others pinned down as something when they had no clue. Who was to say that girls around here weren't good at fighting? The demigod boy snorted. "Yeah, I know," he snapped icily. He knew exactly how to kill and inflict serious injury. Mostly by experience of it being done to him, but Kath had taught him some pretty crazy and brutal techniques. Ryan gave her a weird look as she explained a technique. "Uh-huh," he said dryly. He had to admit, interesting, but he'd never say it out loud. Surprisingly, Ryan did listen most of the time. He was actually aware of almost everything around him. Courtesy of growing up with Kath. Even though others would beg to differ, he did, believe it or not. He'd have to keep that tactic in mind; if he had a tube of force oxygen, anyway.
"Whatever then," he replied, mimicking her slowed down tone and taking it in syllables. "You better believe it," Ryan snapped coldly. If he didn't kill anyone here himself yet... well, let's just say that there wasn't much chance of him doing it now, then if he hadn't done it before. Sure, he hated this place and hated everyone that the place possessed but- he cut his thoughts off there. That would be going into it way to much and that was something that he didn't want to do. He'd do that on his death bed. Wait, scratch that; he'd probably never do that. Besides, according to oh great Bird Brian, demigods didn't live that long. Awesome, Ryan was probably three-fourths finished with his life. Did he care? Not an inch. He had no reason to. "You have no idea," he growled back sarcastically.OOC: ^^ Yay Nike. *cough*Idon't*cough* Character Name: Ryan Simons aka Ryealicious Mood: Angry, Slightly Sick, Stubborn, Sarcastic To: Andrea "Andy" Lawson-Daughter of Persephone IC Word Count: 1,133 Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy
Legend: "Ryan Speaking" Ryan Thinking Ryan's Story Thinking [/size][/font]
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Post by andy on Dec 28, 2010 14:26:42 GMT -5
Watching the boy from her own table, she made an observation. That observation being that this kid was most likely a spaz. He didn't sit still for too long, unlike herself. She'd learned to somewhat manage her ADHD, at least to the point of not fidgeting every minute of everyday. She usually occupied her mind with something to keep herself from twirling a fork around like it was a baton. For example, right now her thoughts were occupied with musings of annoying this kid was. "You want to put the fork down, Mrs. Rhode Island?" She piped up, recalling a scene from Mrs. Congeniality where one of the girls twirled batons. The girl she was comparing Ryan to also happened to be a real ditz.
"Well that's kind of harsh. We can't really blame the salad for everything. Not your birth, that's for sure." She smirked in response, taking another sip of her tea. Sure it was pretty dang hot and it hurt her mouth a bit, but she was too impatient for it to cool down. Maybe the impatience was one of those small ADHD traits that had leaked into her personality. "No matter how unfortunate of an occurence that was." Andy added on in that snarky, rude way of hers. Other people may have found the comment offensive, but she was sure the kid would just scoff and roll his eyes. Just like she did at his hope that she would burn herself with her tea. Technically she'd already burned herself with it, but he didn't know that, and he didn't need to. "The only way it's going to burn someone..is if I dump it on your head." She smiled in a sickly sweet way that did not suit her at all. "Which I really kind of want to," Andy muttered beneath her breath. Then, at least, he would probably leave. That, or he'd try and stab her. She could certainly picture him as the type to carry ten knives around with him at all times. A small smirk started to play at her lips again as she noticed his uncomfortable state. Ah yes, no personal space was something that bothered him. "Sorry, am I in your personal bubble?"
"What's wrong with you, kiddo?" Andy inquired, noticing that his face was turning a pale white color. Not a good look for him, she had to admit. He looked like he'd just seen Casper the friendly ghost. And she picked Casper because she figured a friendly ghost who was nice would scare him more than some terrifying, scary ghost would. She was probably right in that assumption too. Almost as fast as it took for him to turn white, he was back to glaring at her. He's bipolar, she decided, finding that this was even funnier than anything he'd done or said before. Leaning forward, she dropped her voice to a mocking whisper. "Does this mean you're a serial killer, then?" Andy gave the room a quick sweep with her eyes as if to check for someone who may be listening. "I'd give you props for that, but using this place as your hideout. Not your smartest idea." She nodded, leaning back before he decided to stab her in the face with his salad fork. He was already giving her some interesting looks that obviously proved that he thought she was a bit of a freak. Oh well, who didn't? She even thought she was a bit of a freak too. Why deny the truth in this case either?
"It's a lot more insulting to mock someone before they've already used the same tactic on you." She rolled her eyes at him, picking up on his slowed speech. "I better believe it..or what? I'll be next on your serial killer 'To-Kill' list?" The girl wondered, picturing him with one of those little notepads that said 'To-Do' at the top, only with the 'Do' crossed out and replaced with the word kill. "Camp's just your favorite place ever isn't it?"
Notes; Wow, that was a terrible post. Sorry about that! [/size]
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Post by Ryan Simons on Jan 2, 2011 16:29:30 GMT -5
Ryan exhaled, rolling his eyes and looking at the fork he had been twirling on hyperdrive before. He could of learned how to manage his ADHD but no. Instead of teaching him how to try and control it, his aunt just encouraged it. He was jumpy almost all the time, mostly a result of her just attacking him randomly. Ryan guessed it sort of worked; a monster wouldn't exactly walk up to a demigod and say Hey, I'm going to attack you now, get ready. So, in accordance to that, it was useful; it made him always alert and on edge, but that lead to him being paranoid and a whole other string of things. It wasn't like a monster was going to come into Camp, the supposedly most safe place for half freaks. The demigod could control it, to an extent, but only if he had his mind occupied. It was in those crazy moments of silence his ADHD would kick up and go crazy. The annoying girl's voice came and Ryan rolled his eyes. He had no idea what she meant by Mrs. Rhode Island, but from the time with her, he was guessing it was an insult. Whatever, he could take those. I'd rather throw it at you, hopefully down your throat or something, he growled in his mind. Wait, that wasn't such a bad idea, why not? He sneered. "Sure," he growled. He shot the fork at the girl, throwing it like a dagger. Why not? It was the same shape, almost. It was long like a sword or arrow, so throwing it like a dagger should work. The only set back was while the widest part of the dagger was the hilt and at the end; the widest part of a fork was first. The fifteen year old wondered if that would mess with the aerodynamics or anything; he guessed he would just have to wait and see.
This girl really was infuriating. Then again, the same thing could be said about him; not that he cared any. "Well, I'm blaming it for yours," he snapped crossly. Ryan mostly blamed Ares for his being in existence. It'd all be fine if all of these stupid immortals didn't exist. For one, there wouldn't of been that dang war that Fish Face and Traitor won; second: there wouldn't be Camp Hades Hole for Demi Freaks. He glared at the girl. "Whatever," he snarled, rolling his eyes; he was about as affected as if someone had thrown a staff at Fish Face; not at all since Fish Face was now the almighty, invincible demigod. Although, he did agree with her on a level about that, as much as he didn't want to; it was half of a tragedy that he was born. For one, he wouldn't of had to live a hades life; two, camp would probably be a bit more peaceful (then again, who liked a calm Camp Hades?) and his aunt probably wouldn't of turned out as crazy. Ryan rolled his eyes. Half of him was ready to bet all his weapons that she had already burnt her tongue. That was what he was hoping, anyway. Unless Whiner had the magical ability to not only give them whatever drink they wanted, but at the temperature they wanted as well. Last time he checked, whatever had steam coming out of it was hot; the girl had just asked for it, so hopefully, it should of burnt her tongue. The boy smirked at the prospect. He just kept in his seat as she muttered a threat under her breath. Whatever, he was used to it; question was if she'd actually do it. Ryan was used to threat then follow through; she wasn't Kath though, so he didn't know. He tensed slightly, ready to move if she did it. He glared at her as she sat across from him. "No," he growled stubbornly. Sure, she could think that it bothered him, and to a large extent, it did. Ryan was to stubborn to move or confess it though.
"Nothing," Ryan growled stubbornly. He was fine; he always was. The demigod boy gave himself a mental hit. Don't think you idiot, he scolded himself. That was what he did if he was left to his own thoughts. Think about his past and then beat himself up about it. His paleness didn't last long, anyways; he was back to himself a few seconds later as the girl continued to talk to him. That was a bad idea of hers, to stick her face so close to his, but he stubbornly kept his place. "To an extent," he growled coldly. She didn't need to know the details; his stomach gave an involuntary lurch again. Shut up and calm down, he told himself angrily. "I don't need anything!" he snapped. He rolled his eyes. "No, this is not my headquarters," he growled. Yes, he knew that he didn't have a lot of smart ideas, but this wasn't one of his ideas. In all reality, this was the last place he'd use; okay, now this was getting ridiculous. Ryan wanted her out of his face, now. He debated on taking a knife and shooting it at her eyeball, but she retracted before he could so. Pity, her face minus one eye would be satisfying.
"Whatever," Ryan growled. He would do what he wanted; verbal or physical, he was on his own and that's all he needed to look after: himself. He snorted. This girl really was asking for it, wasn't she? "Maybe," he snorted sarcastically. The day that he killed someone at this Hades would mean that the world was coming to an end. That the immortal gods were miraculously dead. Hopefully the gods would resign or magically die or something; burn in the pits of Tarturus for all he cared. He rolled his eyes and just didn't answer her. The answer to that question was more than obvious. The answer was a heavily sarcastic Hades yes.OOC: NO that post was AWESOME. Sorry for my wait, I went away -_- And dang, sorry about the length too Character Name: Ryan Simons aka RyRy, Rye Pie Mood: Angry, Stubborn, Slightly Guilty To: Andrea "Andy" Lawson-Daughter of Persephone IC Word Count: 1,030 Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy
Legend: "Ryan Speaking" Ryan Thinking Ryan's Story Thinking [/size][/font]
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