Give Our Regards to Broadway (Will)

[Issa Lielle]

It should be noted immediately that Issa had never in her life set foot in the grand New York City proper, except for the time she’d had to go through to get to the camp when she was running for her life from angry outcasts of the titans’ defeated armies with a satyr and a couple of other demigods, and to get to the airport to go see her mother on occasion. In fact, the biggest city she’d spent her time in was Chicago, IL, which lagged behind New York City’s population by about six million people. Talk about a culture shock. The one time she’d had much of a glimpse of it, which was the aforementioned instance of fleeing to camp, she was completely overwhelmed by the sheer volume of people she’d seen, and was rather relieved when she found out that Camp Half-Blood was considerably remote from the rest of the surrounding megalopolis. She much preferred the low volume of people and the vast fields and woods to separate them if they so chose.

So, how exactly did she get suckered into a trip into the heart of one of the world’s largest cities? The explanation was rather simple considering that the adventurous Will Riley was involved. Surprisingly, as Issa began to come out of her shell, she started to make more friends around camp. One of her increasingly good friends was Will, who happened to invite her over to his cabin to watch a movie as was usual on an occasional free night when neither felt like attending the camp fire. As Mulan (the choice of the night) was coming to its climatic battle to defend the king from the evil Huns, Will had suddenly paused the movie and surprised the hell out of Issa by suggesting a jailbreak of camp to go explore what he called “The Great Beyond”…Which meant the city. There were questions of whether this was allowed asked many times before Will’s insistence that it was just a brief vacation and between the two of them, they’d probably be safe from scary monsters or minor gods, shut Issa up. It was less in agreement and more that she realized he’d probably never stop going on about it until they did it. He wanted adventure to IHOP of all places, and by gods if she wasn’t going to throw caution to the wind, and hope maybe her dad would return it at some opportune moment. “TO THE CITY!” they had chorused.

At the butt crack of dawn when everyone else in their right minds were still in bed, Issa met Will at Thalia's pine. She was dressed in her fashionably best, with consideration of being easy to be active in, just in case. She wore a pair of goldenrod wrap boots and some jean shorts, with a pretty tank and flyaway vest, accentuated with a nice white and gold scarf. Since she was heading into a capital of fashion, some vain part of her wanted to look the part of a fashionista. Stealthily they had departed from the protection of the shadow of Thalia's pine and the had run far down the road before they slowed down, just to put an extra measure of distance between them and the camp. It had been a good hike from there to the nearest train station.

Presently, Issa was sitting and staring surreptitiously at all of the interesting folk that happened to file on and off of the packed subway car, half out of interest for all of the strange people she would see, and half to look out for potential monster threats. She hadn’t been at all assured of their safety, so her mini bag of winds and her celestial bronze bladed fans were tucked away in her travel pack. She nudged Will beside her suddenly when she saw someone entering the car at the most recent stop wearing a horse head and smelling of alcohol. “Get a load of cet abruti. By the way, how many more stops before we get off?”

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Word Count: 677
Tag: Will

[William Riley]

It had been much too long since William Riley had escaped the lovely, yet terrifying place that was called Camp Half-Blood. Nearly a month actually, which didn't sound long, but in reality it felt like a lifetime. There had been too much chaos at the camp for Will to slip away, and with the deaths of a couple demigods in the recent past it was kind of hard to sneak out. Even when you were Will Riley. He was pretty capable of anything sneaky after being best friends with a son of Hermes for years, but his attention actually had to be focused on the task directly which it currently wasn't. He had been putting in almost too much time training, because yes he was a little paranoid about being the next kid to get offed. Nobody was going to get the best of him...unless of course it was someone like Ares or even a kid with puppy-dog eyes. Then you could probably put the tag on his toe before he even hit the ground dead (and as a sidenote, if he did die, he wanted Queen's Another One Bites the Dust to be played at his funeral).

Today, however, he'd scheduled a little plan with the terrific Issa Lielle. He'd considered dragging Annabeth out, but she was a little more distracted than usual and it had been a while since Issa and he had hung out. Truthfully, he'd missed his little Frenchie. So they'd snuck out before anyone one else could possibly be up. It had been nearly an hour since they'd left so the rest of the demigods were probably on their way to breakfast. Someone might notice their absence, but Will was hardly concerned about that. He had at least two people who had offered to claim they'd seen him at some point during the day, and he would in turn claim that he'd seen Issa so no one could get them in trouble for ditching. It was brilliance..well no, it was actually rather simple, but still effective. And he doubted too many people would care anyways, unless they were a major tattle-tail, and no one liked those people anyhow.

Glancing down at Issa, Will noted that she had dressed herself up a bit for the city. He, on the other hand, hadn't. Unless jeans and an ACDC t-shirt was considered dressy and classy. Which last time he had checked, which was about ten minutes ago, it wasn't. He felt a little inadequate next to a guy in a Ralph Lauren suit, but he never wore a suit unless it was a really special occasion. Which, living at Camp, didn't happen often. Though he had pulled out a tux for the dance earlier in the year.

Will had taken one of the standing positions on the subway, leaning against the side of the subway next to Issa's seat. "Set what? Wait, isn't sept a number?" He asked, looking a little puzzled. She'd tried to teach him one or two French words, but Will's expertise was not in languages-though admittedly he spoke a mean Spanish. She still threw a few French references into her sentences, and while he was used to it, he had to ask everytime what she was saying. It didn't seem to aggravate her too much though, so that was good. Probably because she equated him with a little kid so it was hard to snap at him. "But anyways, ours is the very next stop, Frenchie. Then it's IHOP time, I'm thinking smiley-face pancakes." Will winked at Issa, genuinely excited for some pancake-time.

tag ;; ISSA
word count ;; 628
notes ;; finally!

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[Issa Lielle]

Cunning was not something Issa counted amongst her repertoire of demi-god talents. No, she’d never really hung out with any Hermes kids, with a couple of minor exceptions, but never enough for them to rub off on her. In fact, it was hard for her to even tell a lie, which is why it was usually more to her advantage to be quiet about plans and play it off as an occasional reversion to aloofness. But Will seemed pretty top-notch at it, which was how he’d orchestrated their camp break. And now that they were out and about in the city, she was happy she’d decided to go along with it. The crowd in the subway, while daunting and often full of weird people as she’d just attempted to point out to Will, it also seemed to fill her with a strange kind of excitement.

She looked sideways at him and wondered if he’d been wondering about her clothes; not that she thought he particularly cared about what she looked like, but she knew what she was wearing wasn’t necessarily par for the course. But she’d also looked over to get his reply to her previous question, which made her laugh. “Well, Oui. Sept does mean seven, but that wasn’t what I said. Which, by the way, was something that,” she dropped her voice and gestured vaguely towards the man she’d been referring to “He might not appreciate if he understood any Français.” She stuck out her tongue and winked, then looked around for the nearest exit upon hearing that they were due to get off soon.

“ Well, this ought to be fun,” she muttered, as the voiceover came on in the car to notify riders of the impending stop. “C’mon, I guess let’s get to the doors,” she said, rising from her seat fluidly, then reaching over to grab Will’s hand to prevent a disaster of them being separated by what she expected would be a fairly large exchange of boarding and disembarking passengers. She started moving towards the doors a little ways away, expectantly, but unsure of how this was going to go. The subway train began to slow down and Issa looked around, slightly annoyed at being jostled by others trying to achieve the same goal as she and Will, and lurched sideways unexpectedly as the brakes stopped the train. Righting herself, she squeezed the boy’s hand and moved towards the doors. It was as chaotic as she expected, being pushed and shoved from two sides, and once she’d almost been forced to let go of Will’s hand, but she held on and pushed through the crowd until it thinned out. When it did, she stopped and sighed with relief, dropping Will’s hand. Breathing a little heavily from battling the crowd, she looked up at him. “Dieux. Well, that was… Interesting. Which way now?”

Tag: Will
Word count: 447
Notes: sorry, it's a little shorter than my starter post.