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Post by Aria Hale on Feb 26, 2012 7:17:46 GMT -5
Aria was pretty sure waiting was the worst thing in the world. And honestly, she had been waiting too long. For Aria, a matter of hours would have been too long. But days? That was pushing it, even for a guy that saved her life. The least he could do was admit he didn’t actually want her on his team, because that was the gist she was getting. Which ticked her off to no end. So Aria was tired, angry, hungry, and maybe a little lost. Not a good combination. She’d managed to learn the easy places in Manhattan – or the Bronx, as a sign had seemed to be indicating she’d wandered into - to steal food, so she was scraping by there, and had borrowed, well okay, she’d knocked the guy out and robbed him dry but it was his fault for trying to jump her in the first place. So she now had another knife in addition to the two she had held on to in the ocean, fifty bucks, and a thick jacket that was at least two sizes too big for her. And she had her gun, of course. Thoughs he wasn't sure how the water had affected it, so she hadn't tried it yet. And getting extra ammo was significantly harder now. Not so bad really. No real shelter to speak of, but using a different alley each night usually worked well enough.
And did she mention she was pissed? Next time she saw that Phobos idiot, he would get a piece of her mind, and quite possibly she would test what someone at camp had told her about celestial bronze working on gods too. He’d earned it. For saving her life, she would give him five minutes to try and explain himself and that was about as far as she was going to go. She didn’t like backstabbers and liars, and he seemed to be playing the part well enough. He had acted so much like he wanted to help her, wanted her on his team. Then dropped her off here to attend to things – nice excuse, jerk! – and never showed his stupid face again. She had had enough of traitors recently! Ryan, Avery, Phobos, all of that stupid camp! Her hands, lost in the too long sleeves of the jacket, balled into tight fists that she was pretty sure, if she squeezed them any harder, her nails might actually draw her own blood. Like it mattered to her anyway.
A smiley, well-dressed gentleman standing at the side of the semi-crowded sidewalk beamed at her and held out a pamphlet. She didn’t pay any attention to what the pamphlet said or what he said, but instead told him in her usual blunt, unpleasant wording to leave her alone and kept walking. Idiot. If he was so eager to give her anything that might be of some help to her, food would be the best choice. Or a one-way ticket back to Detroit. She was starting to wonder if she could jump trains or something to get back to Detroit from here. |
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Post by Alexander Ruckshack on Mar 27, 2012 17:40:28 GMT -5
Alex was pretty much fed up with wandering the city streets. Again. Honestly, Kath needed to stop randomly finding him to take him home for a week and then dump him back in the streets. He was sure that he had gotten lots of stamina over the past few weeks or so by just walking up and down the countless city blocks. As of now, he was pretty much an aimless wanderer. The sixteen year old wasn't exactly sure what he was looking for, but he was pretty sure he'd find it. Preferably soon, since, now that he thought about it, so he was pretty much by himself. Not that he minded a lot; it had become his usual status: alone.
Interestingly enough, lots of things had happened in the cities. Who knew that the 5 boroughs was filled with so much drama? Not him before seeing strange things that shouldn't exist. So far he had met three deranged, crazy goddesses, two demigods, one mortal who was like him and had run in with two monsters. Two monsters too many in his mind. Then again, he wondered what it was like for a demigod having to deal with them nearly all time time. At least he didn't have any god blood attached to him, especially that type that the mortal girl, Alice had said. As he understood it, the kids of the major gods were most monster-prone. It made sense. More power to kill for.
By happy (or maybe not so much happy) chance, he found his way back to his old home: the Bronx. He had way too much time to kill. If he knew his way back to Kath's he was pretty sure that he'd be able to walk all the way there before her next trip to the city. Of course, being on his turf, so to speak, he knew all the sweet spots. Pizza for $1. When did anything in this world cost more than a dollar these days? Answer: near nothing, except this pizza. Thank the gods. He wouldn't stave after a week. Then again, it wouldn't be too bad to learn how to steal. He needed to put that on his "to do" list. Right next to fighting. He was thinking that stealing would be easier though.
He guessed he'd be eating at the cheap parlor for a while; at least until he got some cans and bottles and headed back to the recycling center. Alex sighed and left the small shop, not eager to stay in everyone else's visual range. He knew he didn't look the neatest ever (being in the streets for a few days would do that to you), but he was sure that he wasn't the most bizarre looking thing on the planet. He had seen weirder things in Manhattan, not including moving statues and monsters.
The male was leaning against a railing when something caught his eye. A rather short, blonde girl telling off one of the street advertisers. She looked even younger than him, and she didn't seem to have anyone with her. Then again, that was near normal in the city. "Who woke you up on the wrong side of the bed?" he asked dryly. Would it kill her to have at least a slight sense of common courtesy?
OOC: *hangs head in shame* So long of a wait >.> I hope it's okay-ish
IC: 567
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