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Post by Annabeth Chase on Nov 2, 2011 12:41:44 GMT -5
The same team. Of everything that could happen, it had to be this. She and Percy were on the same team. Annabeth glared moodily at nothing in particular picking at her fingernails with her dagger. Though this game wasn’t going to win itself. She was glad enough to have been given the title of team captain, but the idea of who she was leading, one in particular, did not thrill her. True, she had Luke and Will and Cameron on her team, but Mr. Invincible was who she was worried about. She had about as much trust in him now as he had revealed to have in her for gods only knew how long. Less than five minutes into the game and she was already expecting the worst from the son of Poseidon. He was a back-stabber.
Shoving her frustration aside, she set off. Maybe she could find Will or Cam and team up with them for an organized attack. Strength was in numbers, and also in reliable companions. Will and Cam were reliable. But just her luck, the first person she saw was the last person she wanted to. Percy Jackson. Gods, she seemed just as fixed on that boy as she had before all the drama, only, well, with a slightly different attitude. He wasn’t looking her way, but with all the training they had in survival here, she wouldn’t doubt if he knew at least someone was there. That and, like it or not, she’d been around him long enough to know how he worked, and he could actually pretty intelligent and resourceful when he wanted to be. Not that she would tell him that, especially not now.
She walked up behind him and quite purposefully bumped his shoulder. “Try not to screw the game up too, Jackson,” she said more than a little bitterly. Part of her hated saying it though. She remembered working together with him on so many occasions in so many crazy situations. He had always been the best person to have at her side. She hesitated without meaning to, all but mentally begging him to say something along the lines of ‘hey, let’s forget all that mess in the past and charge into battle together like old times. Then after we all win we can go see a movie together!’ in one of his adorable idiot ways.
But that wasn’t going to happen. Annabeth reset her expression and crossed her arms. “Don’t you have something useful to be doing?” Focus on the game, on the person in front of her as nothing more than a member of a well-oiled war machine purposefully for this game, not as Percy Jackson, the boy she was still trying to get over being shattered by. Word Count: 459 Tag: Percy Song: Live And Let Die as performed by The Beatles Note: Up to you if you want to go with this one or just continue the one from the previous CtF, Percy. |
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Post by Percy Jackson on Nov 6, 2011 19:29:49 GMT -5
The last thing Percy wanted was to be around Annabeth with sharp objects and so naturally here he was with Riptide on the same Capture The Flag team. Why did the fates hate him so much? Percy did his best to stay out of Annabeth’s path but to mock him further the fates shoved him right in Annabeth’s way. Percy had been focused on getting the flag and just ending the game before he even had a chance to meet up with Annabeth, so when she bumped into him and told him not to screw up Percy was more than a little disappointed. His stomach sank. Percy rubbed his shoulder a little and turned to face her. He sulked and gave her a sheepish expression.
“Yeah…I’ll try not to.” He grumbled. Percy wanted to be anywhere else right now. His feet were tempted to run in the opposite direction but he couldn’t move. Percy wanted to be by Annabeth just to wrap his arms around her and tell her he was sorry and he didn’t mean to hurt her. That wouldn’t happen though. This was going to be the very definition of awkward trying to work with Annabeth without her killing him. He prayed this wasn’t going to end like his dream where he took Riptide and---Percy blocked the image. His stomach did a flip at the thought.
He hated hearing Annabeth so angry with him. Just thinking about her made him feel guilty but being around her was worse. He swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Well, I was looking for the flag before you literally bumped into me.” He spoke a little bitterly trying to make it so that it looked like his decision to break up with her held up. She needed to believe that he didn’t want to be with her. Percy wanted to cry. He just wanted Annabeth to be his again. “You’re the captain of this team, shouldn’t you be doing something useful?”
Sure what he was saying was hurtful and he didn’t mean a single word he was saying but Percy kept reminding himself he was doing this to save her. He stared at her with a smug expression that he would never in a million years give to Annabeth before. “Why aren’t you off directing your troops, or siblings. They’d follow you to the ends of the Earth right?” |
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Nov 6, 2011 20:12:56 GMT -5
Annabeth rolled her eyes. Percy was officially the biggest pain in the butt to walk this planet. “Why do I not believe you?” Oh yeah, because you’re untrustworthy apparently. She hated thinking about him like that honestly, but between still remembering his words on the dock what felt like forever ago and his tone of voice now… it was slightly easier to be angry with him. “By the way, muttering doesn’t help anyone.” She pursed her lips as he snapped back at her. Crossing her arms, she fixed him “Looking for the flag, huh? Try heading toward the creek, smart one.” She was being a jerk to him, she knew. But just looking at him, remembering what he’d done recently, she was able to justify it. She used to say similar things in jest when they were dating, teasing him. Now she was honestly calling him out for being a fool. It felt weird, wrong. And then he made the mistake of shooting the insult back at her.
She glared hard at him. “I am doing something useful. I was looking for someone actually worth going along with to try and find the flag myself. But as luck would have it I just run into you. And for the record, my siblings aren’t as dense as you are, thank you very much! They can take orders once and not need babysitting!” She let out a frustrated sigh and turned away from him, though didn’t go any further than a step. Silently, she pleaded with her mom for a more competent, less pig-headed person. Then again, her mom had warned her about Percy. And had been right. Annabeth hated being wrong.
It took a minute to calm down, but finally she turned back. She was the captain here, she was not going to give into his stupid little insults. She was better than this. And she was not giving up her efforts to find that flag just because he was doing the same! Her hubris took over; after all, she was the best person for the job! If anyone could do it, it was her. That was why she was captain, after all. “Well then,” she said in a much more authoritative voice. “I’m going to give you two options. Guard the creek from red invasion, or come with me to find the flag. Your talents would be useful either way. But if we act separately, it would only hinder one another’s efforts. So, should you choose not to go with me, I warn you that acting on your own to recover the red flag will be treated as going against orders.” All business. That was how to handle a bad situation. Word Count: 450
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Post by Percy Jackson on Nov 29, 2011 11:39:41 GMT -5
Things could have been worse. Annabeth could have been swinging the sword at him instead of tossing out insults. Percy wasn’t sure what would hurt worse. Then again…invincible did have its perks. He thought about the last meeting he had with Luke that resulted in Luke’s broken hand. Percy felt guilty for a number of things in that meeting, one was calling Annabeth easy and the second was Luke breaking his hand on Peryc’s face. Though in Percy’s defense the guy should have known he was invincible and what would result in slight pain for Percy would end in massive amounts of damage to Luke.
Annabeth’s words stung Percy and he would have been glad to take a sword to his lower back right about now. He sulked and grumbled a little under his breath. Being mad instead of guilty was proving more difficult than he previously imagined. Percy did his best to put on a look of ‘I don’t give a crap’ instead of ‘I love you please forgive me for hurting you.’ kind of look. He squeezed the hilt of Riptide tighter in his hand as Annabeth snapped back at him.
“Hey, you think this is a sweet deal for me? I have to stand here and listen to you ramble on about how I’m apparently useless while the other team is on the way to our flag. Maybe a little less chat and a little more doing.” He turned his back to her and flinched a little at his own words.
Percy did his best not break down. He never wanted to have Annabeth angry with him, at least not in this spiteful way. He still loved her and he knew what it meant to Annabeth to break up with her. He only hoped that somewhere she realized something was wrong and that he would never do such a terrible thing unless there were no other options. He faced her again once Annabeth started rattling off options. So like her. He suppressed a smile.
“Well, it’d be better to go at the flag in a pair, one person make a run for flag while the other guards.” He offered. “If you want to go for the flag once we find it, I can slow anyone coming our way down. And you don’t have to worry about me letting them through.” He added swinging Riptide up so the flat of the blade rested on his shoulder. His eyes softened a little. “I’m sorry for what I did even if you don’t believe me. But I’m not going to let personal affairs get in the way of the game, you can trust me to have your back in this.” |
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Nov 29, 2011 12:28:04 GMT -5
Annabeth really really wanted to hit the son of Poseidon. Except for the minor challenge that he was as good as made of steal and her bones were not. Maybe a frying pan would work. Anything to wipe that stupid little ‘don’t care about crap’ look off his sorry little face. And then he opened his mouth and made it even worse for himself. She glared daggers at him, starting to with that was literally possible. “Oh, so now you think you could do a better job at this than me?” She stepped up until she was less than a foot away from him. “You slimy little guppy. If you had a quarter of a working brain in that head of yours, you’d have shut your mouth a long time ago. You know what? I wish you had stayed on Olympus.”
She stood her ground for a second longer that he did, glaring all death at the back of his head before turning herself. But she knew she was wrong. And it hurt like Hades to say it. She didn’t want to give up the last two years they’d had together as she was suggesting. Even if recently she’d been calling it all into question with his sudden proclamation that he didn’t trust her at all. They had still been happy years. And she still couldn’t deny that Percy had been there for her so many times. He was anything but useless. He was a hero. He had been her hero up until recently. She clenched her teeth against the stab of pain. No, this was a camp-wide training game. She couldn’t lose it now. And especially not in front of him. Keep it at business.
So she turned back and started outlining something of a plan; after all, it was the best, if not only fallback she had. When he responded, part of her hated herself for having given that option. Was she masochistic or something? As logical as it was… him? She had no doubt that he wouldn’t let any of the enemy through. He knew enough about putting aside personal preferences for battle. Most of the time. She directed her attention to drawing her own dagger and brushing it off on the hem of her shirt that showed just under the leather armor. But she stopped short when Percy spoke up again and looked up at him.
‘I’m sorry for what I did even if you don’t believe me.’
Annabeth stared for a second. Sorry? Did he mean… but no, why would he have acted as he had, and then gone on throwing insults at her now, only to say he was sorry for that? Surely he didn’t mean that. But what else could he be talking about. It wasn’t like they’d been talking or interacting much at all since the quest. Their talk at the lake had been the only time. “Percy…” She wanted to ask him more. If he was sorry, then why did he do it!? Or did he come to his senses? Or… she had no idea. The only thing she could think was that something was horribly out of place. But she didn’t get the chance to ask anything. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, he had a point. And oddly, his little apology made her slightly more confident that he really would have her back in this. She nodded, “Alright, let’s go.” Without hesitation, she led the way off toward the creek. Word Count: 584
Tag: Percy
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