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Post by Nathaniel Ryder on Jan 3, 2012 0:52:45 GMT -5
 “Oh for the love of Hephaestus!” Nathan cursed. He chucked his wrench as far as he could manage, regretting the action as soon as the tool left his hand. It sailed through the air and into the tree line of the woods. His shoulders sagged as he starred after the wrench desperately. He would have to go retrieve it which was not something he wanted to do.
“Nice distance though.” he muttered putting his hand over his eyes to shield from the sun’s glare. He put his hands on his hips after pulling his loose fitting jeans back up in place. The metal wings he had been working on for the last two weeks were just not turning out the way he had hoped. He was coming close to tossing it in the lake just to be rid of it.
He scratched his head and kicked the metal hunk of junk. It sputtered and emitted a puff of oily black smoke. Nathan coughed and fanned it from his face. He grumbled and wandered off toward the trees for his lost wrench. Oil was smudged on his face per usual, and his clothing was forever stained. Nathan didn’t mind too much when it came to looks, he was always preoccupied with his projects anyway. Next on his agenda was a pair of gauntlets that had rotating blades. It would prove to be dangerous so hopefully Nathan could improve his mechanical skills before he took an arm off.
Nathan stepped into the woods wishing he had a giant magnet to find the dumb wrench. He took that thought back as soon as it popped up in his mind. He could not call the wrench stupid or dumb. It had belonged to his mother and before that his grandfather. That was the reason that Nathan felt so guilty for throwing it like the incredible Hulk into the woods. And other tool Nathan would have just sauntered over to grab it. As it were, Nathan sulked after the discarded tool with guilt. He would never forgive himself if he had lost it in a fit of blind frustration.
Panic began to set in when he couldn’t locate the object. “Where in the name of Hades’ toga is it?” he parted the branches of a shrub. He went so far as to stick his head inside the shrub to get a closer look. His hands slipped from the grip around the branches and they snapped over Nathan’s head. He let out a yelp like a kicked dog and fought to get free. When he finally managed it, Nathan resembled the missing link or some kind of feral child, dirt oil and leaves making for the perfect costume. Nathan dabbed his cheek where a branch had nicked him. A few drops of blood trickled down his cheek. He cursed in Greek and backed away from the shrub.
He glared at his enemy and pointed a finger at it, “Don’t think I won’t come back for you.” Nathan--not looking where he was going--tripped over a fallen branch. His arms flailed and swung like propellers trying to keep him standing. He tumbled backward and went head over feet rolling backward down a slight incline a few times below landing at the base of a tree. Nathan lay still, afraid to move should he cause all of the trees to topple over on top of him.
“The whole forest is against me.” Nathan muttered out loud starring skyward. He sighed and decided to just lay there, his body in pain and looking like he had just gone three rounds with a heavy weight champ. WORD COUNT//606
NOTES//poor nate, can’t catch a break! |
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Post by Issa Lielle on Jan 3, 2012 1:36:52 GMT -5
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Today was a peculiar sort of day for Issa as she was out in the middle of the woods hunting down a monster. She looked a bit wild-eyed today as she crept through the brush maintaining a silent stealth as she followed behind the creature, an ugly-looking, short son of a gun that she could not remember the name of. All she knew was that it had a nasty bite and an even nastier face, and it smelled like crap. Issa had her borrowed bow in one hand and an arrow in the other so that she could be ready to shoot at a moment’s notice. Not that she was a very good archer, but she’d been recently practicing at the ranges to try and get better. The best part of using a bow was that she had enough time to use the wind to direct an arrow into an acceptable path towards a target. She would by no means be able to go toe to toe with a child of Apollo (not that she really wanted to), but it was better than her swordsmanship. In terms of that, Issa was still a bit of a coward.
Hunting a monster through the woods was definitely not normal behavior for Issa by any stretch of the imagination, nor was her stormy grey and wild-eyed look. But even she had a bit pride when it came to an Ares boy insulting her ability to kill anything and telling her she would be useless in the coming war. Geez, she’d been captain for several weeks consecutively in Capture the Flag, so she shouldn’t have to prove herself. And besides, the only reason he’d insulted her was probably because she called him “un coup de salaud” which was something very rude in French for “cheap shot” when he’d made a move on some poor young Hermes camper in sparring that had earned him a trip to the big house. Sure, it was probably foolish to even let the comment get to her head, but it was just one of those things that rubbed her the absolute wrong way. So now she was going to SHOW the punk just who was useless here.
The monster seemed to catch a whiff of something it liked because it started running away quite speedily (how did those stubby legs move so fast?!), forcing Issa to give chase a little bit more loudly than she would have liked, but she was forced to pause when she realized she’d lost the bugger when he dove through some underbrush and scurried away. Letting loose an unsavory French word, she was turning about, looking for any sign of the thing, when she heard what sounded like a weapon flying through the air (it was a vague sound) . Looking up a little too late to duck, a mid-sized wrench was on a collision path with her--THWACK! …Head.
“ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Issa yelled, letting loose a long stream of more unsavory French as she grabbed her head and stumbled around for a minute, unable to see through the dizzying pain. After a minute or two of yelling, she seemed to have gotten it all out of her system so that the pain settled in and became a dull but pronounced pain, swelling into a lump. Which only served to make her even MORE annoyed. Grabbing the wrench from where it rested in the fallen leaves, Issa started tromping through the woods in the direction she’d seen it fly from. What were the odds that someone’s stupid dumb wrench (which were definitely NOT the words she was thinking) would come flying through the brush and hit her?
With eyes so murky dark they looked like lightning might come out of them at any second, she stumbled through the brush, trying to ignore the throbbing from the impending bump as she inhaled and prepared to begin a tirade. “WHO THREW THIS F---“ She came up short when she nearly tripped over a young boy sprawled on the ground. Confused, her irritation took the backburner for a second as she wondered what the heck happened. Crouching down with the wrench at her side, she gave him the once over. “Are you okay?”
Word Count: 706 Notes: .oO( Lol, looks like they're both having a horrible day) |
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Post by Nathaniel Ryder on Jan 4, 2012 8:58:15 GMT -5
His face still dripped with blood from the cut o his lower cheek. It wasn’t deep but left unattended the wound was left to heal by the air. With each tiny breeze Nathan’s face stung but the pain wasn’t so bad and he could ignore it for the most part. His back felt a little wet, his shirt stuck to him on one side and there was a shooting pain running up and down. No doubt he had scratched his back tumbling like a Slinky over the log and down the incline. At the thought Nathan went over the Slinky song in his head and wondered why his mother never bought him one. He would have loved to figure out how it worked.
Thanks Gods for his attention deficit of his ADHD. Otherwise laying on the forest ground would have been dull. Nathan’s mind ventured into now wondering how many leaves were on a single tree. Had anyone ever really had the patience to sit and count them all? He wouldn’t and it was not a task for him. Nathan was curious though he just wanted the numbers. Nathan remained still only flinching slightly when a girl’s voice rang out around him. Someone was here to witness his embarrassing moment. Wasn’t that just how things always worked?
He didn’t bother to lift his head as the girl, blonde with vibrant crystal eyes, leaned over him. Her eyes looked like the lake when the sun shone on it in midday. Not that early morning or late afternoon glow but that smack dab in the middle of the day shine. And like anyone who would be so lucky to happen upon Nathan in this state they asked the million drachma question. Nathan took in a deep breath his eyes looking anywhere but the girl’s face.
“Oh, me? Yeah I’m—I’m fine. I just figured I’d take a break from my life as a super hero and lay on the forest floor. No harm no foul.” he spoke dully without any real enthusiasm. It was very similar to the Disney character Eeyore the stuffed Donkey with manic depression. And that day in that moment Nathan could safely say he felt very much like Eeyore.
“Don’t worry about me.” he continued on now speaking like the character since his mind planted the idea in his conscious. “Just leave me here to rot and soak into the dirt. At least that way I’ll be doing some kind of part to help this Earth.”
Nathan was milking it now. He just didn’t like being caught during his embarrassing moments. It already happened out on the creek with another girl who saw him crash into the water after his failed mechanical wing test. I’m starting to see a pattern. he thought. This forest is no good for me. Either that or I just suck when it comes to luck and girls. [/i] Nathan glanced over to the girl and spotted the wrench in her hand. His eyebrows lifted in surprise and his frown turned upward. He managed to go from Eeyore to Tigger in half a second. Nathan shot up right still starring at the wrench. “Hey! You found my wrench!” he exclaimed reaching out for it. The shooting pain came back on his right side and Nathan winced and held his lower back in pain. He scrunched his face making childlike OWIE! expression. He even said that exact phrase a few times before remembering he was sitting with a pretty girl. He didn’t know her, she must have been somewhat new or if not Nathan really needed to get out of the forges more. He opened his eyes a little further from squinting in pain, “Hi. Nathan.” he said indicating himself. He spoke through gritted teeth. He would certainly be bruised in the morning. Nathan brought his hand back around and examined it. Traces of blood lingered on his palm. Yep. He was bleeding from a cut on his back alright. Go figure. Nathan pulled his hand back thinking twice before offering it. He smiled weakly at the girl, “I’d shake your hand but I wouldn’t want to incriminate you.”[/size][/blockquote] WORD COUNT//692
NOTES//he is adorable!
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