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Post by Rocky White on Mar 3, 2012 21:38:46 GMT -5
As Rocky walked past a bed of carefully cultivated flowers, he paused and looked at it. For a moment a smile passed over his face, but then he scowled and - after glancing around to be sure no one was watching - caused the weeds in the bed to spontaneously grow and overrun the bed in a matter of moment. He'd never thought of how the powers he had from his mother could be used to destroy, and this was only a simple destructive act. He'd have to experiment a little with being destructive using his powers.
He thought back over the past few days, the ones leading up to his arrival in Manhattan. Jackson had dropped off the face of the earth, and then Rocky had met Phobos... who would have killed Rocky it he hadn't found out about Rocky's negative feelings towards Demeter. Now he was somehow entangled in helping Phobos and Deimos destroy Olympus. He'd left camp, left any connections or loyalty to the Gods and that forsaken Hades hole behind. No one there had cared about him. No one except for Jackson.... but maybe he hadn't really cared either. He certainly hadn't stayed around.
Rocky shook his head and walked on, not really sure what he was looking for... if he was looking for anything. After he'd left camp he'd just started heading towards Manhattan, the nearest civilization. He wasn't certain why. He just had a feeling that he needed to get away from the camp, and Manhattan was away... sort of.
He turned a corner, ducking down an alley, and sat down on a crate in there. He looked in his backpack to see if he had any food or money. For food, the only thing he had left was an apple. For money he had a few dollars, probably not enough for very much. He wasn't actually very sure. Aside from his trip from the Lotus Hotel to Camp Half-Blood - which had been about two years ago - he had never been outside the camp. Not in this decade anyways. Things were... really different from the 50's. Who knew how much things cost these days?
He sighed. "I guess I didn' really think this through that much, but I ain't goin' back to that camp now. Not like anyone there wants me around." He'd survive out here... somehow. He was tough. He could learn to adapt his street smarts to the modern day... right?
Word Count: 423
Tag: Aria
Notes:Hope this works for you. ^_^
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Post by Aria Hale on Apr 8, 2012 17:48:27 GMT -5
This was not the first time Aria Hale was bored out of her mind. For all the hype it got, there really wasn’t a lot that a moneyless fourteen year old could do around this city. Even if they were a demigod. So she took to just walking a lot, hoping that eventually Phobos would show up so she could punch him for ditching her for several days now. Son of a… She moodily ripped at a flier she’d found lying on the ground. Each tiny shred fluttered to the ground behind her as she walked, and she imagined each one was one of the many idiots and hypocrites that had done her even the tiniest bit of harm during her life. She was surprised at how well her memory was. Then again, most of the shreds were dedicated to either her mother, Apollo (whom she would never call her father if her life depended on it), Avery Reynolds, or Ryan Simons. They were all worthless people who, frankly, should go to Tartarus.
She paused when someone caught her eye. It wasn’t that unusual, as there weren’t a lot of people around. She moved to stand just behind someone’s ridiculous ornamental bush and watched. Normally, she would gladly harass anyone who was staring fixedly at shrubbery and perennials, but there was something different about this boy. He didn’t look a whole lot older than her, for one. And those plants were holding his attention entirely too much to be natural. But then she figured out why. Movement in the garden made her shift a little to see better through the thick leaves and branches. Something was growing. She spotted the tell-tale yellow circlet of dandelions here and there and a few other things she had no idea what they were and really didn’t care too much to ponder it. The point was, this kid was making stuff grow.
Then he turned towards her. Immediately she shrunk as far as she dared into the bush and held her breath, watching as he passed by and ducked into an alley. Well then. She never was very good at being patient. Or the whole idea of staying out of people’s business. Or being nice, for that matter. So she straightened up and headed to the alleyway. A smirk crossed her face when she heard a voice in the alley. He was talking to himself. Oh, this just got better and better! Her eyes narrowed, though, when she heard something about a camp. Was he seriously talking about…
Aria shoved the thought aside and rested her hand on one of her daggers just in case as she strolled into the alleyway like she owned it. “Wow, you’re some kinda badass, growing flowers. I’m terrified.” Word Count: 460
Tag: Rocky
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