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Post by Annabeth Chase on Jun 1, 2011 13:12:40 GMT -5
Annabeth had effectively made something of a spectacle of herself. Not on purpose, of course. But something about running all the way from the lake to her cabin holding back tears seemed to draw attention. Once again, not her fault. Her boyfriend of two years as of tomorrow, Percy Jackson, had suddenly decided it was best they weren’t together. So after basically telling her off immediately after returning from her quest, followed by nearly a week of avoiding her, she managed to pin him down at the lake. She wished she hadn’t. That was where, not five minutes ago, he announced they were over.
If she wasn’t so upset, she would want to smack that son of Poseidon. But all she wanted to do right now was cry. Lock herself away and cry. And that’s just what she was planning on doing. So she bee-lined for her cabin and ignored any looks from campers she passed. If there was anyone else in the cabin, she didn’t notice. She just made for her own bed and threw herself face-down on in, finally letting the tears out. There was no single tear silently falling. It went straight from silence to full blown sobs that made her entire body shake.
It was over. Done. Two years of her life, what she’d considered the happiest of her life, done. Now what? There were so many times when life made her feel like she was drowning, but Percy had always been there with his cocky smile and seaweed brain ideas to save her. But now he never would be again. She was really drowning this time. And she was alone. Her hero wasn’t coming. He’d given up on her. She wasn’t good enough anymore. She wasn’t worth saving. She wasn’t even worth being around. Annabeth gulped air in a short hiccup and hugged the pillow close against her forehead, keeping her face down and away from the world. She didn’t like the world right now. It kept changing on her. This was just another example of things not staying the same very long. Word Count: 348
Songs: Percy's Break-up playlist
Note: Sorry it's so short! |
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Post by Gail Atrova on Jun 1, 2011 14:52:20 GMT -5
 It was a slow afternoon at Camp Half-Blood. There wasn't much training going on - everyone appeared to be running around spreading rumors and busy being social butterflies. This was why Gail Atrova was inside the Athena cabin, sleeping. She'd spent most of the night in Cabin 1 with Nick Hawthorne, her boyfriend (she still couldn't get over the fact that they were officially dating - how had she gotten so lucky, again?), but only because he was going through such a rough time with his mother's death. He needed her, and Gail had vowed that she would never leave him in a time of need. Because, believe it or not, she loved him. She'd loved him for a while now... she'd only just admitted it to herself. It was a strange thing, being in love. She always felt... happy. She always felt free, even though she belonged to one person and one person only. She just felt... better. And she was sure it was showing in the way she smiled and laughed more, and spent more time with people other than the people in her books.
Gail had been dreaming when Annabeth came into the cabin. Granted, it hadn't been a very pleasant dream, but it was a dream nonetheless. She'd dreamed about her family - never a good topic for Gail's mind to be on. She had a dream about the day her father had dropped her off at camp. His cold voice, the way he glared at her whenever she spoke. Her last few moments at home - wincing at her elder stepbrother's harsh words and her stepmother's scathing look that had made her want to melt into the floor. Her father telling her not to come looking for them, to never come back. Her return to the home a few days later, only to find that her family had moved - they'd left her.
She was startled awake by the sound of sobbing, and she shot up in bed, her stormy eyes wide. Which one of her siblings was in pain? Who was crying? When her eyes found the source of all the noise, Gail's eyes softened and a worried frown appeared on her face. Annabeth? Immediately, without even a second of thought, Gail rolled off her bed and went over to Annabeth's. Gail bit her lop, unsure of what to do exactly. What had happened? She brushed some of her blond hair away from her face before sitting gingerly on the edge of Annabeth's bed.
"Annabeth?" she asked anxiously. "What's wrong? What happened? Did someone hurt you?" Her voice was full of sincere concern, and she anxiously waited for her sister's reply. What had happened that had put her in such a state?
WORD COUNT 457
TAGS Annabeth =(
NOTES All I've got to say is, gods help Percy when Gail hears what happened. o.o |
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Jun 1, 2011 18:11:42 GMT -5
Annabeth kept her head buried in her pillow. As far as she was concerned at the moment, her world was in a million million little pieces and she had no idea where to pluck up the energy or the drive to start picking them back up. She’d done it before: after she ran away from home, after Luke left, when she thought Percy was dead, when Luke died. She’d always managed to get all the pieces back in place, though she was never the same as before the break. There were always tiny cracks, little scars that no amount of time could heal. And Percy had just inflicted no doubt several such cracks that would be scars that she would carry until the day she died.
Morbid? Yeah, a bit. Emo? Some may think so. It was just how she thought of it. The reality she saw in it. She didn’t notice the sound of another bed creaking softly, or the feeling of someone sitting down on her own bed. She didn’t even register the voice until several minutes after it had spoken. Then she realized someone was talking to her, and she realized the voice was Gail’s. She wasn’t sure she was ready to talk to anyone, but if she was going to talk to someone, her half-sister Gail was about as high as anyone could get on that list here at camp now that Percy had gone off the deep end.
She pulled her arms free of the pillow and wiped at her puffy, red eyes before sitting up. With a quick sniff to try and clear her nose to no avail. Count on Gail to be the first one to jump to her aid. Gail was such a great sister. “Hey Gail,” she said before clearing her throat and wiping once more at her still-leaking eyes. “It’s… Percy. He…” She couldn’t say it. Saying it out loud would make it final. Too final. Like finally giving up and agreeing that there was no hope and that Percy wasn’t coming back to her. She reached for her pillow and hugged it against herself as the sobs threatened to return. Two years and this…
“He broke up with me.” Word Count: 370
Songs: (same as before)
Notes: Well, can't say I envy Percy then! o.o |
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Post by Gail Atrova on Jun 2, 2011 11:36:10 GMT -5
Gail was worried - that was the only way to put it. Annabeth, probably her favorite sister, always seemed to be the one who could hold it together. She was the toughest, smartest, bravest... seeing her like this was troubling for Gail. Beyond troubling, really. It showed in her stormy eyes as she sat there, waiting to see the full extent of Annabeth's pain. She wasn't sure she wanted to see it, for fear of what she'd see. Who had done thing? What had done this? For a split second, panic enveloped Gail at the thought that another camper had died. Was it someone that they knew? Someone that Annabeth had been close to? Surely not Percy or Luke - either one of them dying was... an impossible notion.
As soon as Annabeth sat up, Gail bit her lip. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do - hug her sister? Pat her on the back? She wasn't so great with social things like this, even with her own family. So she just sat there, looking sincerely concerned (because she was), waiting to see what was wrong. She smiled only a little when her sister acknowledged that she was there, but when she started to speak, Gail's eyes widened at Percy's name. "He's not..." She was going to ask to make sure that Percy wasn't dead, but when Annabeth continued, Gail's eyes continued to widen. "He... he what?" Immediately, Gail wrapped her arms around her sister and patted her back, not even caring if it was what Annabeth wanted or not.
Instantly, a bout of anger swelled in her stomach. But with it came a seed of fear. She certainly had heard what Annabeth had said, but her comprehension of the idea that Percy Jackson broke up with her sister was... well, it was slow in coming. How dare that fishy idiot break her sister's heart? How could he do something like this, put Annabeth in such a state? Gods, she felt about ready to kill him. She couldn't believe it. She'd come to Camp Half-Blood the year after the Battle of Manhattan. She'd come to camp with the knowledge that Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase dated. And she liked to think that she and her sister had grown reasonably close in that time period. To know that Percy had broken up with her, well... well it was disturbing as well as it was heart-wrenching. But the seed of fear that came with this anger was purely self-centered, and Gail hated herself for a moment for being concerned about herself when it was obvious her sister needed her.
But the worry was still there. If Percy and Annabeth, the eternal couple of the camp, couldn't last... what did that say about her and Nick, who'd only just begun dating? Gail shook the thought from her head. She didn't want to think about herself when her sister needed comfort. "I'm so sorry, Annabeth," she said with a sincere heart, patting her sister's back. "I know... I know how much he meant to you. I'm so so sorry. Did he... did he even give you a reason?" Because there was no reason for their breakup that Gail could think of.
WORD COUNT 502
TAGS Annabeth =(
NOTES Gail's about to get maaaad. |
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Jul 4, 2011 8:17:56 GMT -5
Saying it out loud was possibly the worst part of it. Sure, Annabeth had sort of gotten the message on the dock that Percy was done with her, but until now, and even a little still now, she was still desperately clinging to her own denial. But saying it out loud, admitting it in her own words, her own voice… that seemed to make it real. She welcomed Gail’s reassuring hug, immediately hugging her back and practically shaking with the effort to keep her eyes reasonably dry. “I don’t understand… Almost two years. And he acted like it was nothing to just end it. You don’t think-… I don’t know.”
She usually prided herself in having a plan or a theory for any problem, but Percy had managed to stump her. If she weren’t already miserable from the fact that she was now quite suddenly single, she would likely have been driven half mad by the fact that she was actually at a loss for a change. Stupid, idiotic Seaweed Brain and his stupid, pointless actions. But she still couldn’t quite get herself to be properly mad at him. Like she needed a little more time to digest that it was pointless to go on loving him. That could take a while.
Annabeth took a deep breath and made a futile attempt to clear her nose with a sniff. “Thanks, Gail.” Her sister was doing whatever she could, and Annabeth knew it. Even if it didn’t make it hurt any less, the thought was appreciated. Over the relatively short time that Gail had been here, she’d really grown on her. Normally she didn’t like to take sides in these sorts of cases, but Gail was the closest thing to a ‘favorite sibling’ she would probably allow herself to admit having, in all fairness to everyone else in the cabin. The younger girl was so kind-hearted and sweet, Annabeth sort of felt bad for dumping all this on her and making her play the part of the shoulder to cry on. Simple case of wrong place at the wrong time. Although for the last shred of Annabeth’s sanity, perhaps that was right place at the right time.
Gail’s question forced her to think back on the conversation she and Percy had had on the dock, which was not the most pleasant thing. Then again, she well knew that the first step to getting over it and recovering was acceptance, which meant that she’d have to face it sooner or later. Even if she didn’t like it. Running from it wouldn’t make Percy come back to her, wouldn’t mean that everything would be alright when she woke up tomorrow. She sighed and shook her head. “No, he didn’t. He just said… that we should see other people.” And that was when something snapped. She held on to Gail a little closer as though her sister was her own anchor to life just as she had once been Percy’s last connection to the mortal world in his invulnerability. “Y-you don’t suppose… he’s found someone else?” she managed to ask just before giving up the fight against her tears and breaking out crying again on Gail’s shoulder. It didn’t seem like something Percy would do, but it was the only explanation she could think of given what little she actually knew about what was going on. And sure, there was the case with Luke, whom Annabeth had had a crush on since before she’d met Percy at all, but it wasn’t like she was going to just give Percy up for Luke. She’d always thought her and Percy would be together forever. It seemed Percy thought otherwise. Word Count: 613
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Post by Gail Atrova on Jul 8, 2011 14:43:57 GMT -5
As the moments went on, a deep hatred for Percy Jackson continued to boil up in the depths of her belly, and it was a fire that would soon consume all in its path. Her sister was here, in her arms, trying not to cry, and Gail patted her on the back. She'd never gone through a breakup before, so honestly there was no way that she could empathize with her dear sister. Unfortunately, in this case, the only thing that Gail could really do was sympathize, and so she planned to do the best job she could simply doing that. "Boys are just idiots, Annabeth, you know that," Gail remarked, trying to be as supportive as possible. "But it'll be alright, I promise."
Honestly, she could barely believe it herself. Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase were the legendary couple, and the fact that they were over was like saying that Camp Half-blood no longer existed, or that Olympus had come crumbling down despite her sister's ingenious architectural designs. Gail shoved down the insecurities that she had herself about her and Nick, because honestly this was not about her. She couldn't be selfish, not when her sister needed her. She refused to be like her own family, who abandoned her when she needed them most. Gail was going to be here for everyone she cared about, and right now her duty called for her to be there for Annabeth, her sister, who'd been such a great role model and family member that it wasn't even such a duty as much as it was she wanted to be there. And as the anger began to swell within her, it felt like it was soon going to be her duty to try and teach that Percy Jackson a lesson, because it was clear he had no idea what the hell he was doing.
"Really, Annabeth, it's no problem. You know I'm here as long as you need me," Gail replied to the gratitude, and she hugged her sister even tighter, and as Annabeth continued talking, her gray eyes that they both shared darkened considerably. She almost looked like there was a storm going on inside her head, which, in reality, there was. "Someone else? Annabeth, of all the books I've read and all the television shows I've watched, when a boy says that you should see other people it's just a typical breakup line. I know that... I know that this wasn't any typical breakup, so please don't take it that way." She clutched at Annabeth, trying to hold her with equal fervor and sighed through her nose when her sister started crying again. Never had she seen her sister like this.
Her voice was soft when she spoke again. "I'm sure that Percy hasn't found anyone else, Annabeth. And if he has, which I highly doubt, we can kill her together, alright? Besides, you would have noticed if something was up; you're smart enough to figure it out," she murmured.
WORD COUNT 531
TAGS Annabeth
NOTES Don't worry about the wait, AB, haha. ^^ |
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Jul 29, 2011 22:34:23 GMT -5
 Annabeth tried to smile a little. Yeah, boys could be idiots. There was a reason the deity of wisdom was female. She hadn’t originally given Percy the nickname ‘Seaweed Brain’ for no reason at all, after all. But still, it didn’t seem reason enough for what had happened. A whole series of things came flooding back to her as well at that though. Luke’s hardened face as he told her to try not to die before turning his back on her. The note Luke had left here in the cabin making it all too clear he’d left again without saying goodbye at all again; he seemed to have a knack for abandoning her. And Percy’s cold look after she’d woken from being knocked out on their most recent quest. She’d been so relieved to see him seemingly alright, and he just ditched her without a single hint of his usual warmth. And when he’d snapped at her when they got back, and then vanished for days on end. And now this. Then again, there were guys she was friends with who weren’t bad: herstep-brothers, Nick, Tyler, the list went on. It was just when she got too close to them… Maybe that was the trick. Don’t let them get to close or they could reach her to stick the knife in her back.
So what if it wasn’t guys, like Gail was suggesting. What is it was her, Annabeth? All these years she’d wondered why she always had rotten luck, but maybe the answer was in the question: it was her. Was she not the type of person that people could get close to? Had Percy just realized he couldn’t stand being around her anymore? But why so sudden? And why couldn’t he have said something a little more graceful than how he’d worded it all? Then again, she guessed she did have to take into account this was Percy she was talking about.
She leaned into Gail’s strengthened hug and hugged her sister back. “I don’t know. He just started acting so distant so suddenly. I was worried. And then he comes up with that line and I was worried it really might have been something like… someone else or something, you know? Something big. He wouldn’t talk to me about it, about anything at all. It was all so unlike him… I don’t know... I just don’t know.” She smiled just slightly at Gail’s comment. Well, if it was someone like Calypso, then laying a good punch on her pretty, traitorous little face would feel rather good, she had to admit. Rachel was back on good terms and seemed to have given up on Percy anyway (not that she could date if she wanted to), so she wasn’t sure who else it could be really. And, maybe unknown to Gail, Annabeth had noticed differences in how Percy was acting lately. She was surprised everyone in camp hadn’t. But beating up whoever was possibly responsible certainly wasn’t going to win her back any favor with the son of Poseidon. No, just leaving it all behind her was possibly the best thing. It wasn’t like it was the first time she had had to pick up the pieces of her previous existence and put it back together again, if a little differently this time. Practice made perfect. Maybe eventually it wouldn’t hurt as much. But she doubted it.
Annabeth let go of Gail and sat up as best she could given how she was seated. “Sorry for disturbing you. Maybe… maybe I’ll just read or something. Get my mind off things. I’ll try to be quiet.” It was good, and possibly even all but necessary, to have friends and siblings around to help, but she had a feeling only time would fully be able to heal things. Word Count: 637 Song: Apologize by One Republic |
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