Post by Apate on Jan 16, 2011 20:27:50 GMT -5
Apate had heard the news of the new arrival, and what a delight that he was none other than the famed Luke Castellan, traitor of demigods, vehicle of Kronos, murderer of hundreds of innocents. The kid had more blood on his hands than some of the most notorious villains of history. And he was back for his ‘second chance’. Just another chance to screw things up. Oh, what fun. All thanks to Phobos. So the short, monologue-prone freak managed to do something right. That aside, Luke was in the same cabin that Apate, or Agatha rather, was forced to stay in because of her sad little unclaimed sob-story. And better yet, she knew Luke’s history. After what he did, who didn’t? He’d been the one to tell Poseidon’s idiot son to boss the gods around. It was because of him this place was crawling with annoying little demigods. All because he wanted them claimed. And here she was, poor little Agatha. Unclaimed. It was too perfect.
Agatha sat on her bunk in the Hermes cabin, looking critically at a Greek mythology coloring book picture someone had given her. She had an odd appearance about her for residents of the Hermes cabin, her dark hair and eyes making her stand out a bit from the regular fairer children of the messenger god. Really, it was only mirroring her goddess form, where her features mostly came from her mom, Nyx. However, it did make it handy playing the odd kid out. She’d managed to drum up some coloring utensils in the form of two colored pencils, purple and orange, a green crayon, and a ballpoint pen. Okay, so the ballpoint pen wasn’t really good for coloring, but she would make due. The little girl, only about nine in appearance, leaned over her artwork and, tongue between her teeth, carefully colored Hera’s toga purple. She was so tempted to add a nice black eye to the queen of the gods, but that might be a bit suspicious. For now, she would play nice. Or, pretend to.
Okay, next color. There was a peacock there next to Hera in dire need of some color. Ballpoint pen beak, maybe. And a green body. After a moment, she put down the crayon and sat back, looking at her handiwork. Perfect. Well, perfect for a nine-year-old demigod. There was plenty of outside-the-line coloring, but hey, Agatha was never good at following guidelines. She smiled and leaned down to make the peacock’s fan-like tail a little more vibrant. Orange. Yes, orange was vibrant. She set to work, humming a soft tune to herself as she filled in each feather, occasionally adding splashes of purple or green.
Agatha sat on her bunk in the Hermes cabin, looking critically at a Greek mythology coloring book picture someone had given her. She had an odd appearance about her for residents of the Hermes cabin, her dark hair and eyes making her stand out a bit from the regular fairer children of the messenger god. Really, it was only mirroring her goddess form, where her features mostly came from her mom, Nyx. However, it did make it handy playing the odd kid out. She’d managed to drum up some coloring utensils in the form of two colored pencils, purple and orange, a green crayon, and a ballpoint pen. Okay, so the ballpoint pen wasn’t really good for coloring, but she would make due. The little girl, only about nine in appearance, leaned over her artwork and, tongue between her teeth, carefully colored Hera’s toga purple. She was so tempted to add a nice black eye to the queen of the gods, but that might be a bit suspicious. For now, she would play nice. Or, pretend to.
Okay, next color. There was a peacock there next to Hera in dire need of some color. Ballpoint pen beak, maybe. And a green body. After a moment, she put down the crayon and sat back, looking at her handiwork. Perfect. Well, perfect for a nine-year-old demigod. There was plenty of outside-the-line coloring, but hey, Agatha was never good at following guidelines. She smiled and leaned down to make the peacock’s fan-like tail a little more vibrant. Orange. Yes, orange was vibrant. She set to work, humming a soft tune to herself as she filled in each feather, occasionally adding splashes of purple or green.
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