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Post by hermes on Mar 30, 2011 13:01:43 GMT -5
Hermes was in the area, and he heard the recent news of Camp Half-Blood’s newest ‘member’ - not much news didn’t come through him eventually - so he decided to stop by. After all, he’d been pretty much the only one on Olympus to pay visits to Calypso during her long exile. Why not stop in now and see how she was doing? So it was this that brought him where he was now: skimming the water of Long Island Sound as he flew along, making his way to Camp Half-Blood. He could hear George and Martha arguing as usual from the caduceus in his hand.
“Can you fly higher? I keep getting spray in my mouth and this saltwater tastes disgusting!”
“Maybe if you closed your mouth it wouldn’t get in there.”
“Oh, close your own mouth, George.”
“You know, if I didn’t know Martha, I would have never known snakes could get PMS.”
“I just had to upchuck a whole set of novelty My Little Monster collectable mugs! Don’t tell me to stop complaining!” This was followed by more odd noises that passed for snake coughing at a rather big splash that Hermes couldn’t particularly say was not on purpose.
“I really hope he washes those before using them…
“Alright, you two. Calm down.” He lifted his feet slightly so they stopped brushing the wave tops. “Better, Martha?”
“Much, thank you. At least one of my travelling companions is an actual gentleman.”
This led into, understandably, more bickering, which Hermes, as usual, tuned out. After all, just ahead he could see Fireworks Beach, as the campers called it. Flying in closer, he made a smooth transition from flying over the waves to running on the beach and slowing to a steady walk. Now for the next challenge: finding Calypso in this place. They didn’t exactly have a flower garden, which would be his first idea of a place to look. He couldn’t picture her at the arena or climbing wall or armory. Arts and crafts, maybe. He’d start there. Then maybe the strawberry fields. Assuming what he’d heard about her being here was, in fact, up to date. If it wasn’t, this was just going to be a nice little opportunity for awkward reunions with his kids. Goodie.
He knew he needed to spend more time with the lot of them, but he also knew most of them were not exactly fond of him. And, to be honest, he really wasn’t sure how Calypso would react either. He just figured it was the nice thing to do to drop by since he was sort of her only constant visitor back in the day. And now she wasn’t stuck on that island anymore, it seemed appropriate to check in on her. He hoped she didn’t still hold it against him for being more-of-less one of her captors… details. Word Count: 479 |
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Post by Calypso ♥ on Mar 31, 2011 13:52:39 GMT -5
 Calypso covered her bare feet with the warm sand. She rested her chin on her knees as she pulled a blanket of sand over them. Her mind wandered in and out of coherent thought. For the most part Calypso sang a few songs in her head. She had been introduced to modern music over the last two years and she couldn’t narrow down her favorite kind. But she did enjoy that Lady Gaga person. The melodies were catchy and uplifting, for the most part. She softly hummed a mellower version of Bad Romance.
After she succeeded in the task of rooting herself into the beach, Calypso looked out at the ocean. She was naturally reminded of Ogygia. With a deep sigh she tried not to imagine the times she spent on that island. But memories came lapping up at her like the waves on the shore; Odysseus, and Percy and all of the other heroes over time that left her heartbroken. She still didn’t believe that her punishment was worthy of her crime. Her fingers drew doodles in the sand not really creating anything other than swirls.
Her attention was drawn to the man descending from the sky off to her right. She turned her head and stopped humming. For a minute she stared at the man knowing perfectly well who he was. She lifted her head a little contemplating her next move. There were a variety of emotions that swam about in her head at that moment. The last time she saw this man, no this God was two years ago. He relayed the message of her freedom but warned her against going after Percy Jackson. She loved Percy still and obviously it showed. Calypso had promised to not search for him, and she had yet to meet him here at camp. There was another hero she was too preoccupied with anyway, Isaac. Her eyes narrowed on the God as he moved closer obviously oblivious to who she was.
Calypso stood up in one smooth motion her eyes never once leaving the God’s face. Her arms remained down at her side but they were tensed. “Hermes, if you have come to order the release of another man that I love I’m afraid you’re out of luck.” Her voice never raised but there was definite bitterness behind her words. “Funny how we tend to meet only on beaches. I haven't spoken with Percy, if that's why you came.” She glanced at the caduceus. “Still carrying around a pair of reptiles as friends. Just as slimy and sly as you.” Needless to say, Calypso still held a grudge against Hermes. WORD COUNT’’:442 OUTFIT:H E R E |
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Post by hermes on May 1, 2011 15:12:29 GMT -5
Well, one thing Hermes hadn’t really been expecting was, well, the response he got. Okay, maybe a little. But still. He’d sort of hoped maybe nicey-nice little Calypso would have it in her heart to forgive him. Bang went that idea. She looked, to put it nicely, pissed off hard core. Other than that, she looked about the same as every other time he’d seen her: pretty and wearing a very flattering, flowing dress with all the matching accessories and overall the stereotypical goddess look. Very…Grecian. And yet modern. Whatever, he was done dissecting her appearance. He wasn’t Aphrodite, for crying out loud. It was a white dress. Enough said. And her sour expression ruined the whole thing. That much he could tell pretty clearly.
He rolled his eyes and waited for her to finish her welcome rant. She used to be a pleasant person, to think. Now she was about as pleasant as a rotten lemon. “I thought it was pretty well understood those days were behind us. Geez, a god can’t pop in for a nice hello without being told off? Good to know. I’ve gotten better responses from some of Ares’ spawn. But hey, guess I can’t expect you to be nice just because you were historically nice just as you shouldn’t expect me as being ordering from historically doing so. Times have changed, in case you didn’t notice.”
He held up his hands as if in surrender, the caduceus tucked under this thumb. George and Martha were unnaturally quiet; they seemed a bit put off by Calypso’s behavior as well. “I’m not here about Percy, or about anyone or anything like that. Stop jumping to conclusions. I just wanted to see how you were fairing, and by the look of it so far, seems all this freedom is going to your head. You were a heck of a lot nicer when you stayed on that island.” He felt the two snakes stiffen at her last words and prepared for the worst.
“Excuse me!?” blurted Martha, obviously irate. “How dare you! I’ll have you know there is nothing slimy about anyone present except perhaps your attitude! I’ve met a lot of unsavory sorts in my time, but that was one of the worst greetings-”
Hermes tapped her on the head, getting the point across. “Shush.” He spoke loud enough that Calypso would be able to hear. “While I can’t say I disagree, I think that’s quite enough.” Martha fell silent, though neither snake relaxed. Hermes turned his attention to Calypso and continued calmly. “Anything else you’d like to add while you’re getting stuff off your mind?” Word Count: 439 |
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Post by Calypso ♥ on May 29, 2011 18:31:18 GMT -5
Calypso kept her gaze on Hermes, cold and distant and very unlike Calypso’s normal personality. She was very bitter with Hermes still even though years had passed between the time he came to take Odysseus away and now Calypso still wasn’t over it. Though Hermes had been the kindest of the Gods, to her at least. She could have cut him a little slack. Calypso lifted her chin as Hermes defended himself. Her expression softened feeling terrible for the way she had greeted the Messenger God.
“I have noticed.” She replied shortly. “And please forgive my rudeness, I’m not exactly in a good place at the moment. I haven’t been off my island in so long and now I guess it’s a little difficult to manage.” Calypso let out a small scoff. “And here I thought things would get easier for me.” Calypso didn’t make a comment about the jab Hermes made in regards to Ares children. She folded her hands in front of her. She really did think that it would be easier out in the world away from Ogygia.
As Hermes went on it did relieve her to know that he hadn’t come to warn about Percy. But more guilt swam over her as his snakes came to his and their defense. She had spoke without thinking, even though she had secretly meant every word that came form her mouth. The loss of her temper made Calypso look a fool. She bowed her head and waited for Hermes to finish. Calypso sighed and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry again. I shouldn’t’ have said those things. It’s just, our track records of meetings haven’t exactly worked out in my favor. I’m sorry if I came off a little defensive.”
Calypso turned to look back out at the sea. She was silent for a long minute just thinking. Part of her wished Hermes would just vanish and leave her be but Calypso’s luck was never in her favor. She forced a tiny smile and eyed the God from the corner of her eye. “Freedom hasn’t gone to my head dear Hermes. I barely know what to do with it all. How does the daughter of a Titan live in the 21st century? It’s a riddle I think I will never find an answer to. I sadly do not think I have a place here anymore, and love, well love is something I can’t seem to keep a hold of.” She flushed and turned to fully face Hermes. “I may have gotten my heart broken every few hundreds of years back on Ogygia, but in the past two years I think I have felt the sting of rejection and unrequited love more than ever before.”
Calypso had tried to fall in love before coming to camp but she became aware that she had no idea what love really felt like. Every man she met became the object of her affection and she fell for them all. It was like the curse had followed her off the island and Calypso hated it. She just wanted to find that one who would return her love, that is if Calypso could work out what love really meant and what it was like. She had strong feelings for Isaac the son of Athena but she had no way of knowing the difference between love and infatuation. It all felt the same too the poor lost daughter of a Titan.
“I am thankful to Percy for speaking up for me and the other Titans like myself, but I sometimes wonder if it had been a mistake. I had once told Percy that the fates are cruel.” Calypso worked to fight back tears. “And indeed, they still are.” WORD COUNT’’:627 OUTFIT:H E R E |
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