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Post by Cordelia Marshall on Jan 8, 2011 22:19:20 GMT -5
It was late, long after curfew but Delia didn’t care. She was a child of the night. She adored the sunshine but she would take the glow of Artemis to the glitter of Apollo any day. Thoughtlessly she walked out to the lake, her bare feet submerged in the shallow water of the lake’s shore. Delia looked up at the moon thinking about the last time she had been there. Her thoughts drifted to him. Delia had only been at camp about a week and she had spent most of that time avoiding to people, her brother Luke and Cameron Hale. But that night on what would have been there three year anniversary she couldn’t stop thinking about him.
She knew what she did was wrong and she wouldn’t deny it for a moment. Telling someone you cared about you were leaving for who knows how long in a note was far from the right thing to do. She saw him before she left, so she could say goodbye, but he didn’t know that. It had been over a year since that day and Delia couldn’t help but to imagine how much he hated her. For a girl who could take so much physical pain, she was extremely mentally weak. The idea of seeing him again made her shiver.
He moved on or so she tried to convince herself. Cam was a son of Aphrodite after all. It wasn’t like he would have a problem finding someone to swoon over him. Her guilt was beginning to get the better of her she thought of all the reasons someone would want to be with Cam. In an after thought she was lucky to get him in the first place. A silent tear fell down her cheek and she quickly brushed it away. “Pull yourself together Cordelia,” she said annoyed at herself.
If anything he was the one who should be hurt. She did what she did best. She ran away from her problems, from the loses of Luke and her sister and didn’t care for a second who she left behind. She didn’t think about Avery or Sami and especially not Cam. She was unbelievably selfish she couldn’t help but to think. Abandoning them like Luke and Anabelle had abandoned her.
In the time since she left a lot had changed though. She wasn’t quite as weak as before. Luke was back and she was determined to deal with her problems, no matter how much it hurt. She had put this one off the longest though, not ready to face him. Delia knew she could avoid him forever though and unwillingly braced herself for the moment they would meet again.
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Post by Cameron Hale on Jan 8, 2011 23:39:51 GMT -5
Cameron had long since become an insomniac. There were so many things that had contributed, the main one had been his little sister Daniella. He'd spent practically every other day and night at the hospital once she was diagnosed with leukemia, and had probably only gotten 3 hours of sleep a night. That probably wasn't healthy, but it was hard to sleep in hospitals. Cam had always thought they screamed death. Not to mention, Daniella had woken him up a lot because she could hardly sleep either, and who in their right mind would say 'Eff off, I want to sleep' to their sister who has cancer?
A good portion of the time the two ended up playing scrabble instead of sleeping. Scrabble, in which Daniella tended to make up her own words that made absolutely no sense to Cam. But he'd admit, he always let her get away with it after giving her some crap about it. Her made up words were the only reason she had actually won at the game. The two siblings had had a running score tab, that Cam actually still had. It was pinned up beside his bed to remind him of her every time he saw it. It was a damn depressing reminder, but he'd rather have it there than not.
Stop. Cameron practically growled at himself. Somehow he was able to link everything he thought about to something about his little sister. Rubbing his eyes to rid any semblance of tears, Cam continued his walk around camp. He'd gotten pretty good at evading anyone would chew him out over being out past curfew. He still didn't understand why a curfew was necessary? What, were they eleven? Oh, wait, that's right. Some of them were.
Approaching the lake, the demigod caught sight of a figure lingering along the shore line. Another person ignoring the rules just like him. "Beautiful night for a restricted stroll, huh?" He prompted as he got closer to the girl. The lop-sided smile on his face was an attempt to disguise any of the downcast feelings he'd been feeling moments ago. Honestly, he was just hoping that none of those stupid tears had slipped through his carefully composed facade.
Taking a closer look at the girl, he could just make out her face under the moonlight. He nearly took a step or two backward, but he refrained. Delia Marshall. He'd seen her a couple times around camp since she'd gotten back, but never up close. To him, it'd been pretty obvious that she was avoiding him at all costs. That didn't really bother him though, because he hadn't really felt like talking to her either. The girl had dumped him via a note, so him avoiding her was understandable. "Well...This is awkward." He said in typical Cameron Hale fashion.
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Post by Cordelia Marshall on Jan 10, 2011 18:40:58 GMT -5
Delia had been so caught up in her own thoughts that she almost didn’t realize she wasn’t alone anymore. Not that she really minded, she hated being alone. Not to mention the silence made her reminisce. She blamed her mother for that. ‘Sit in the corner and think about what you have done Delia’. Ever since she left she avoided corners like the plague. Some people lived for the silence, the opportunity to be alone but she wasn’t one of them. That was why she was always trying to do something, because they silence terrified her. “It’s really the only kind of stroll worth….” Delia stopped mid sentence. With a fear of silence came the value of sound. Delia had always been good with voices, she wasn’t really sure why. Normally it was a good thing, but just then it only made matters worse.
He was probably wearing that lopsided grin. The one that made girls melt inside, the one that he had won her over with countless times before. Memories of the past started to fill her mind, their first date, their first kiss, her terrible goodbye. His decision that this was awkward was probably the understatement of the year. But Delia knew him well enough to know that awkward was the best she would get from him. Which in her mind was way worse then angry and hateful.
“Hi Cam,” she said rather sheepishly. Exactly what did you say to someone you ditched over a year ago? Delia knew it was stupid, even after she did it she regretted it. She couldn’t handle the stress though and instead letting him help her through it, she ran. Delia was good at running. Really good in fact, she had been doing it most of her life. In the back of her mind she was falling apart, apologizing profusely and begging him to forgive her. On the outside she was holding it together rather well, trying to figure out where they stood.
She was unbelievably sorry and he was bitter, at least she assumed so. Even if he was, she knew Cam wouldn’t admit it though. That was just his style. “How have you been?” she asked shoving her hands into her pockets. Last Delia heard things had been going well at Camp. Despite everything that had happened, he had to know she cared enough to ask. Sometimes Delia had a hard time showing how much she cared because she was afraid. It was no different with Cameron.
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Post by Cameron Hale on Jan 18, 2011 18:10:17 GMT -5
As soon as Delia cut off her own talking, Cam knew that she had identified who he was. That or there was another guy who she had dumped recently who maybe had an identical voice to his own. But the latter seemed highly unlikely. Delia had never been a cold heartbreaker, in fact, she was probably one of the sweetest girls that Cameron had ever known. That's why it had been a big shock for him when she'd suddenly left without even saying a goodbye to his face. Once he'd gotten past the initial shock though, he started to see that maybe he should've seen that coming. The Hermes girl had never coped well, so it figured that she wouldn't cope too well after the whole war with the Titans.
"Worth what?" He prompted, rocking back on his heels. There was a distinct awkward air about the two, but it didn't bother the boy in the least. He had a habit of making things more awkward than was necessary so it was clear that he was comfortable in situations that other people found awkward. Although he had to admit, that this was pushing his comfortable limits a little bit.
"Hey Lia," Cameron replied quietly, his smile still just as present, but to anyone who even looked at him, it was clearly lined with heartbreak. He'd always had this special sparkle to his smile and his eyes when Delia was around, but now it had clearly disappeared. Just because he knew she hadn't really meant to hurt him, didn't mean that it didn't still hurt him. He'd admit that he'd been in love with Delia, so it was only that much worse when she'd skipped Camp. People always pictured Cam and his siblings as the ones who broke hearts, not the ones who got their hearts broken, but he knew they were just as vulnerable to getting hurt as everyone else. If not more vulnerable.
How had he been? The demigod had to stifle a laugh at that. Honestly, how did she expect him to answer that? "I'm great," Was what he decided on. "Got my heart broken not too long ago..Some people would say that's unfortunate..but, me? I like to think of it as character building." Cameron nodded, his voice lacking the resentment that anyone would've said was rightfully his. He wasn't easily angered, and he couldn't even picture being angry at Lia. "And yourself, little Lia?"
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Post by Cordelia Marshall on Feb 13, 2011 12:19:54 GMT -5
“Taking,” she replied a little more quietly. It was no big secret that Hermes kids weren’t very good with rules so her reply was nothing shock. Most especially not to Cam. Delia was sure he knew better then anyone just how many rules she was capable of breaking. In fact they had broken a few together on more then one occasion. But those days were long gone now. Delia mentally slapped herself. If there was one thing she was better at then breaking rules it was realizing what she had too late. It had been that way with her mother, with Luke, with Anabelle and worse with Cam.
He really was a great guy, one of the best she had ever known. One of the best she would ever know. He really was amazing, even for an Aphrodite kid. At the moment, Delia had a hard time imagining a better boyfriend ever existed. In her mind, Romeo had an awful lot to learn from Cameron. She thought back to the day she had left him behind. He didn’t know it and he probably never would but Delia didn’t want to leave him. She wanted to ask him to come with her, to see the world, to be anywhere but the wretched place that reminded her so much of everything she had lost. Delia and Cam, just two kids recklessly in love traveling the world. But she couldn’t do that, she wouldn’t. Camp Half Blood didn’t mean the same thing to him as it meant to her. Cam still had family here, Julia and Cyrene, people Delia knew meant the world to him. Unlike her, Cam was strong and for him that meant never leaving a loved one behind. Unfortunately for him, the Hermes cabin had a different set of values.
It felt so strange hearing him say her name. At the same time though, it was so very familiar and it almost made her want to smile. He was really the only one that called her Lia, except for Luke. She could remember the first time he said it and the first time they said ‘I love you’. Delia practically cringed, wondering why her brain had to make this harder on her than it already was. Perhaps it was her own revenge on Cam’s behalf or maybe just regret, but either way it was making this whole encounter extremely hard to deal with.
In any other situation Delia probably would have laughed at Cam’s comment. He always seemed to find the most amusing ways to be sarcastic. There was rarely an occasion that he couldn’t make her smile. This time around though, the dig was aimed at her. She wanted to say sorry but she knew that wasn’t enough. Delia even considered explaining but he knew all that mattered. She had left, she didn’t bother to reach him again and now after all that time, she was back. The whole time Delia sat there listening to him talk she was filled with one mantra: I suck.
When he said ‘Little Lia’ she was broken out of the prison of her thoughts. She hated being called little and he knew that. Even though his reason for it was valid, she still didn’t like it. “honestly? horrible. I broke the best heart I have ever known.” The key word there was honesty. She wasn’t a terrible person, but honesty wasn’t Delia’s best trait either. Everyone had something that they were good at, she was a great liar. So, anything that involved honestly, well that was something to notice.
598 . Cameron Hale
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Post by Cameron Hale on Feb 26, 2011 21:44:50 GMT -5
"You would know," He murmured with a small smile. Being a daughter of Hermes, Delia had never been a big fan of the rules. Her and her siblings were liars, cheaters, and thieves. Not that Cam had really minded. In fact, he thought that little bad streak was more than a little cute. Especially when she was trying to pull one of her little tricks on him. After a while he'd gotten used to her little white lies, her cheating ways in any game they played and well, her constant stealing of his baseball hats. Admittedly the baseball hats looked much better on her though than they ever did on him, so he hadn't minded too much. And her cheating didn't bother him either, if anything he found that cute as well. The little lies weren't about anything majorly important, the worse they got was her lying about stealing his hat.
Well that excluded the last lie she had told him, which he specifically remembered as 'See you tomorrow' which he never did. The words had been preceded by an 'I love you' on both of their ends. Sometimes though when he thought about it, he always seemed to feel a flicker of doubt about whether or not she had meant it. But being a son of the goddess of love meant he knew when love was love so he knew that she had meant it. Whether or not her actions backed that up or not was a different story.
"Honestly? That's a shocker coming from you." Cam smirked slightly although he didn't say it in the snotty way that his siblings would say it. It was just a small teasing statement of truth. Glancing around, the boy did a quick survey of the area to double check for anybody who might harass them for breaking curfew. The coast was clear so he took a seat on the lake's shoreline, unbothered by the fact that this may make Delia uncomfortable. If she asked him to leave, he'd do just that, but he figured it was time to have at least a small conversation. Even if they mostly avoided talking about the real problems they had.
Cameron couldn't help but wince as Delia spoke. Broken heart indeed...Not to mention he got a papercut from the letter she'd left. Insult and injury all in one little note. Who knew that cute handwriting could hurt so much? Cam opened his mouth to make another comment, but it felt too dry to speak. Just because she'd left him didn't mean his feelings just vanished. Clearing his throat, Cam finally managed an attempt at another little joke. "You must not have known too many hearts then." He smiled and chuckled weakly. It may have been a joke, but Cam still doubted that he was the best heart she'd ever known. He knew he was a decent guy, but there were certainly a lot better people out there than him.
"Soo..Besides that loser, how was your little adventure?" He asked, not because he was trying to be a brat, but he was actually curious what she did in that time. Not to mention, he needed a less dramatic conversation topic. He didn't like feeling like he was in a daytime soap opera. "Do anything exciting? Like join the mob..maybe start running a drug cartel?"
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Post by Cordelia Marshall on Mar 28, 2011 11:21:40 GMT -5
Delia couldn’t help but to smile at that, of course she would know. She had spent most of her life doing things she really wasn’t supposed too and she was very good at them. A lot of it had to do with her father but at the same time, Delia just really liked knowing she could get away with things, some more successfully then others. “What can I say? We all have our talents,” she said with a shrug. As much as she would have liked for this conversation with Cam to be lighthearted and laughable she knew it wouldn’t be that way completely. He would try no doubt, but some things just needed to be dealt with in a serious manner. Cam, being who he was, would probably try and avoid it. Cameron had no problem making things awkward but he wasn’t one to exactly face a problem with his exact feelings as the leader. But if that’s the way he wanted Delia would be happy to oblige. After all, it was the least she could do after what had happened.
As much as she hated it she could see the moment when he thought back to that day etched on his face. She was sure he was doubting her and what she had said to him, not that he blamed her. ‘See you tomorrow’ probably wasn’t her best choice of words but then again ‘I am leaving tomorrow with out you’ probably wouldn’t have been any better. The whole thing had just been a huge disaster. After Anabelle died Delia thought she could handle it all but one day she just snapped. She couldn’t do it anymore, she needed to get out of camp, away from those people, away from the life that pretty much ruined hers. She didn’t really blame anyone, not that she had a right too. What happened to Anabelle was her own fault, even if she followed Luke. As for her death, she couldn’t really expect a bunch of other people to die just so that Anabelle could live. It sucked, but that was the way life worked. Besides if she really wanted to blame anyone it would be her father, but she couldn’t even bring herself to blame Hermes. When it came down to it, the reason things were the way they were now was because of using Cam to help her through it she ran. Delia was good at running away.
Honestly, she knew that would get him. Despite most people’s beliefs she was capable of telling the truth, she just didn’t like to do it. The truth was harsh, cold and rarely good, all things Delia really hated. Fun, excitement, adventure and love those were all things that mattered to her. Even if she had screwed up her chances at the last one. “Well you know me, I live for shock and awe, it keeps people coming back,” she joked. It probably wasn’t the best thing she had ever said, because as far as Cam was concerned, he had never left.
When he sat down next to her Delia wasn’t even bothered, in fact she felt at ease. There was just something about Cam that made her feel relaxed, even now. He was one of the best friends she had ever had and she really did love him. She could tell just in his hesitation she had been right, not that she expected anything less. Delia had to admit she was shocked Aphrodite didn’t have her pushed off a cliff or something after that. “I know enough,” she said with a small reassuring smile. In all the people she had encountered no one was more perfect for her then Cam. He was everything she had been searching for in life. He truly was the best heart she had ever known.
“My adventure? Oh it was fantastic. I went cliff diving in Italy, Swam in the coral reef and I climbed the Alps.” She knew that even if he was generally curious about that, that wasn’t what he meant by exciting. So, as she often did with Cameron she told the truth. “Of course this was all after I lied my way into the Queen‘s garden party, scammed a con artist out of his money in Spain and robbed the Louboutin store, but shh don’t tell anyone,” she said with a smile. Unlike most people Cam never judged her for her bad habits. “Nothing all that exciting. How about you? How have you been?” In all honesty she was more interested in what he had done that how she had spent her time. Delia’s exploits may have been more glamorous, but Cam’s life there at camp was real. He had real friends and a real home to go too. When she ran away, she lost all of that.
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Post by Cameron Hale on Jun 13, 2011 22:20:03 GMT -5
"Some of us have more useful ones than others." Cameron admitted, running his fingers over the frayed edge of his t-shirt. The threads easily mended themselves, making the shirt look almost as good as new. He didn't mind having this magical control over clothing, but he wasn't going to lie, having something like Delia's shadow travel or her expert thievery skills would be so much more useful. Especially on his upcoming adventure. It almost made him wish he had a different Olympian parent. Almost. Just like his siblings he greatly valued his looks. Not to mention he had one or two tricks that his mother had left him with that could actually prove to be helpful. Changing his appearance was one of those useful skills. Master of disguise was an accurate description of him. Expert flirt was a good description as well. He didn't like to brag, usually, but with his looks and his charm he could usually talk his way out of any sticky situation.
Leaning forward, he dipped his hands in the lake to gather up a little water. It was pretty chilly as he splashed it on his face, but he needed that clear sharp feeling to help him keep himself in check. There were only so many things that could send Cameron Hale into an emotional tail-spin and Cordelia Marshall was one of those things. While he didn't like that fact, he could admit to himself that it was true. Pulling back from the lake, Cam playfully flicked the remaining water on his hands at Delia. His silliness was what kept his sanity in tact over all these years and he wasn't about to abandon it now.
"You don't live for that, you live for any illegal activities," Cameron shook his head, still trying his best not to stare at Delia for long periods of time. He'd always thought she was beautiful, but this was the first time he really wished she wasn't. It would make not staring at her so much easier to do. And right now, he needed to not be looking at her because really, wasn't he pathetic enough already? If his mother could see him now, she'd either feel ashamed because he was weak and had let a girl stomp all over his heart or she would pity him because he really was that pathetic. Either one wouldn't make the boy feel very good.
"Do you really?" He looked back over at her, managing a half-hearted wink. He didn't doubt that Delia really did think he was a good person, but he certainly wasn't as great as she was insisting he was. If anyone was the better person in their relationship, it would've been Delia, even with all her thievery and lies. He was annoying, a flirt, talked too much, had a habit of making bad jokes at the wrong times...The list went on and on basically.
"Italy, huh? Beautiful place isn't it?" His father had been a rich man so they'd gone on plenty of vacations. Italy had always been his second favorite place to go, right behind France. Both were extremely romantic, extremely beautiful and their people spoke the most graceful, yet expressive languages. In his opinion, Italian and French were the only languages worth learning.
"Louboutin store...Can't say I'm surprised." Cameron chuckled to himself. Shoes had always been one of Delia's fascinations. Whenever he had had to buy her a present in the past for her birthday, holidays or just to spoil her, shoes were always a safe call. And luckily he was tasteful enough to know which ones she would like. "I've missed you, Lia." He whispered almost inaudibly. He wasn't going to break again tonight, but he would allow himself that one weak admittance. "I've been doing alright. Though my life is not nearly as eventful as yours..I've just been up to the usual, annoying the campers of Camp Half-Blood, trying to find a cure for insomnia..eating an excessive amount of Twizzlers. Well, wait. I actually did have an exciting little run-in with the local Oracle. I suppose that makes my life a little more interesting?"
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