Who Doesn't Love The Smell of Diesel? (NIKE)

[Daniel Wittenburg]

The forge was packed. And due to this unfortunate circumstance, Daniel was not there. Though he’d like to be. So instead he had packed up his things and gone for a little trip with a large leather bag over his shoulder. Perfectly natural. At least, possibly for a kid of Hephaestus. Which brought him here, to the patio of the Big House, much to the chagrin of Mr D, who had ambled off complaining. Jeesh, gods. Or at least him. Mr D Was always a sourpuss. And, well, Daniel had never met another god, so the room for comparison was rather low. Ah well, their loss.

He found a little table and literally dropped the bag of scraps and tools at his feet. Out of the pile, he plucked a Coca Cola, which probably wasn’t such a good idea to drop so violently among sharp objects but it had yet to backfire in all his years here so why not? He took a seat and tapped the lid of the can a few times. Whether or not that old method actually kept if trom a giving a sticky, foamy death to anyone around it he wasn’t really sure. But once again, tried and true enough. He gave it one more tap for emphasis and opened it. Thankfully the fizzy spillover was just enough that he could take a quick drink and avoid catastrophe. He lifted the can in a sort of salute to the camp in large, and then set it down to begin the real work.

He wasn’t really sure what he was going to make. Probably just whatever happened to be doable with what he’d sort of jumbled together in his little pile. Well, decently big pile. But all the same. He pulled a few pieces out and pondered them, taking up his soda can again for the purpose of tapping the edge of it on his teeth in order to look a bit more contemplative. There was a time he did everything for show, but now that mentality was so engrained in him that he didn’t even think about it anymore. He tipped his sunglasses up so he could see the work better and unconsciously tweaked his orange tank top (for training and forge work only) to make sure it sat right.

Three. Two. One. There it was. The perfect idea. Or at least, the start of one. “Damn, I’m a genius,” he said to himself, but still loud enough for anyone around to hear. Apparently Mr D was still ‘around’ and was quickly shouted around the side of the patio that Dan was a few lovely things that were not synonymous with ‘genius’. Den grinned. “Love you too, big guy!” he called back before adding in a mutter and a smirk, “And I do mean big.” With that, he re-set his soda can down and took to the pieces, not at all afraid to get his hands greasy and he fir this piece to that piece and so on.

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Word Count: 503
Notes: first post! Yay!

[*nike*]

Regrettably for the goddess, it had been a few months since she had last visited the Greek demigod encampment. She had been preoccupied with the alluring idea of worldly travels. Greece. Switzerland. Brazil. Rome. And then the less worldly locations that she had visited as well including Miami, San Francisco and Wall Drug, South Dakota. Miami was of course for a basketball game. San Francisco was located in close proximity to that little Roman camp which she hadn't observed in an even longer time than Camp Half-Blood (years, even). Finally, Wall Drug...Well she wasn't sure what in the world she was thinking when she visited that tourist trap. Let it be known though, that they did not make the best homemade donuts as they so claimed. Really, bragging was one thing (something she was even known for sometimes-hello, goddess of victory, here), but bragging with no actual truth to back it up was just tasteless and disappointing.

Brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, Nike looked over the Greek camp before her, pursing her lips slightly as she did so. As far as she was aware, some of her favorite demigods (both to pester and to befriend) had since disappeared since she had last visited. A shame seeing as she was quite fond of most of them. Ones like Azrael, Luke, and the like. Hell, even her immortal friend Momus had apparently taken the hint that his obnoxious personality was no longer wanted and taken a hike. Possibly because once she had left, he came to the conclusion that she was really the only one present who considered him a 'friend'. And damn it all, because it was actually rather difficult to locate that man when he didn't want to be found. Not that she couldn't do it...she just wasn't sure she wanted to put the effort into it. At least not now.

Wandering through the camp, she acknowledged the people that she still had ties to-even Dionysus, who nearly crashed straight into her as he was traipsing along and complaining loudly as he did so. Something about some demigod or another. Then again wasn't that always what he was on about? "Pleasure to see you too, old man,

[/color]" Nike mumbled, raising her eyebrows mock-innocently as he shot her a glare and continued on his way. "He was much more fun when he was drunk all of the time..[/color]" She commented to herself as she continued around the corner of the Big House-looking for some decent conversation material at the very least. And it seemed she may have potentially found just that as she spotted the aforementioned demigod that Dionysus must have been complaining about sitting on the steps to the Big House. Oh yes, this was definitely the guy, as him and Dionysus were still exchanging remarks.

Strolling up the older demigod curiously, Nike plucked the sunglasses right off the top of his head and situated them just perfectly over her own eyes. She knew she had forgotten something. She might have preferred a hat, but hey, she had to work with what she had. Or he had-yeah, she supposed that was more accurate. "I can see you're on Dionysus' bad side. Not that that's hard..but still, you're quite the charmer, huh?[/color]" The goddess prompted teasingly, her eyes studying the project that he was fiddling with through the tinted lenses. Most likely a Hephaestus kid then. That or some eccentric Athena kid who was feeling like actually doing something this time, as opposed to strategically planning out how to do it.




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[Daniel Wittenburg]

Daniel was too absorbed in what he was working on, which he still wasn’t entirely sure what it was going to turn into to be honest, to notice anyone or anything besides his banter with Dionysus. That was, until he felt his sunglasses lifted off his head. His first thought was some idiot camper trying to be funny. So he looked around with an annoyed look at first. That was, until he saw who was standing there. He took a second to observe the woman. She looked to be a bit younger than him, but older than the average demigod around here. And not bad looking at all. She had this look about her, though, that just marked her as different than all the other girls around this place. Besides the age thing. She just seemed to silently scream ‘hey, I’m a fun person and you should get to know me!’ Which he intended to do. So he put on his best smile and teased right back. Usually a good tactic. “Well, you know, I try. And also, I’m going to need those back, if you don’t mind. How am I supposed to look upon someone so radiant without any eye protection?” He threw in a wink for good measure.

He picked up his Coke and took a sip. “Ah, yes, Big D. That guy needs some alcohol in a bad way. But yes, I am on his bad side. Though I think you might be right that there isn’t a soul who isn’t.” He smirked. “More years than I care to admit, and he still thinks my name is David Watson. I think he has a thing for initials. Or really poor memory. Something like that. Maybe that’s the secret real reason why ol’ Grump only goes by his initial. Like, see, you just used his real name. Unless he actually likes you and you’re allowed to do that, at which I must either question your sanity or compliment his taste. Or both. No offense, of course.”

He paused for a moment to regard the woman basically towering over him considering he was seated. And considering he was short. Details. Yes, she was definitely the sort he wanted to get to know. Not just because she was good looking too. There were plenty of good looking girls around here. A whole cabin full of them. He’d compliment the guys from said cabin as well but he didn’t really swing that way. That and he was still fairly certain that they were the ones who should be taking leaves out of his book. He would be happy to share tips with them, after all. Wasn’t that what awesome, amazing role models were for? Which he was fully aware that he was not in that position in reality, but it was still fun to entertain his ego with the idea. “My name is not David Watson, by the way. It’s Daniel Wittenburg. Resident training instructor and something of a grease monkey. Yeah, you caught me on that one. Blame my dad for that one. That aside, who do I have the great deal of pleasure of addressing? And, if I may ask, what brings such a lovely creature to my humble newly claimed spot on the patio?”

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Word Count: 546
Notes: sorry it’s short… >.<

[*nike*]

Typical of the genius type, he didn't acknowledge her until she so kindly made her presence known. At first she was skeptical as to whether or not he would promptly bitch her out for commandeering his sunglasses or if he would take it with a sense of humor. Apparently he wasn't even clear on that either as he took a few solid moments to simply sit quietly and observe her. Of course that gave her fair reason to do the same to him. He was clearly much older than the typical demigod. A rarity, and one that might have led her to the conclusion that he was a god if she didn't know better. He had a little stubble, and just an overall scruffy look about him, but it was oddly attractive. Almost in the same manner that Ares would be found attractive. Ah, partial to flattery like Ares too, she noted with an amused smirk. "And what if I said I do mind?

[/color]" Nike tilted her head to the side mischievously as she pushed the sunglasses to the top of her head so that she might see him better. Not that she was displeased with the view beforehand, but he did look much better without the dark tint to distort his features. " Really though, I think you can manage. My beauty has yet to blind anyone, I don't think you'll be the exception.[/color]" She assured him, grinning as she seated herself beside him. He didn't seem to be too bad of company yet-maybe a little cheesy in terms of his lines, but she could make easy banter out of that.

"I won't argue that,[/color]" The alcohol matter anyhow. As for him disliking every being out there..well, that was debatable. After all, he was probably partial to winemakers. Maybe even his sons. And on a few of his good days, he even seemed to get along well enough with the goddess herself. Keep in mind those were only his good days though. "None taken, as I'm sure it's a little bit of both. Not to mention it's also a little bit of there's nothing he can really do to stop me.[/color]" Olympian or not, the god of wine wasn't exactly an even match for the goddess of victory. After all, if anyone had to hedge their bets..which title would they side with? She thought it obvious, but maybe that was just the victor in her.

"Daniel,[/color]" Nike repeated, testing the name out to see if she liked it. Which, of course, she did. It seemed fitting for the man. Biting her lower lip, as if she was in deep thought, she honestly had to take a moment to decide what her name was today. Occasionally she liked to keep her identity to herself with some of the demigods, just for the simple purpose of seeing how they might treat her if they weren't aware of who she was. After all, for most, the way they treated a god was different from the way they might treat just another passing camper or trainer. Wrinkling her nose slightly, a smile came back to her lips. "The pleasure's all mine, I'm sure. And the name Nike is all mine as well....Well, okay, technically the shoe company shares the name..but, screw them, I had it first.[/color]" She informed him with a cute, joking smile. "As for why I'm here...can't a girl just be curious for some new company?[/color]"





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[Daniel Wittenburg]

Daniel frowned a little, though it was obvious he wasn’t horribly saddened by the loss of his sunglasses. “Well then, if you did mind, I’d probably just have to give up my glasses. Which, for you, I’m completely okay with doing, by the way. They’re a little big on you, but you still pull it off well.” Maybe not as good as him, but he wasn’t about to say that to her face. At least, not at this point. So far, he had no grudge against her besides maybe the fact that she was disrupting his genius construction. But that he could overlook. So in all reality, he had no reason to be mean - or as some would say, being himself – quite yet at least. Hopefully she was okay with talking to the infamous, wonderful Daniel Wittenburg, as no doubt, she would get the full brunt of his greatness before too long. Fortunately for all the people here, no one could forever escape that one. He stroked his close-cut beard as he pondered her statement. “Well then, good to know the statistics are in my favor.” When she sat down, he pulled in some of the scattered pile of pieces so that it wasn’t in her way. An uncharacteristically thoughtful move for him, but that did happen at times.

When she agreed with him on the alcohol thing, he smirked. “Yeah, bummer about the punishment deal. Bet the old guy was a lot easier to get on with when he was half in the bag all the time. Then again, from what I’ve seen of him, I imagine he wasn’t just half in.” That would be entertaining to see. Though at the same time, possibly a little unpleasant, as he’d heard plenty of stories about him getting mad at someone for something little and stupid and driving them literally crazy or some other fun punishment. He struck him as an angry drunk for sure. Which brought on the idea of what his dad might be like in the same alcoholic impairment. Possibly angry too. Considering the guy was not that pleasant sober either from what little he knew of the lone mechanic. Hadn’t that Percy kid met him once? Came back with stories about how the guy basically hated people. How on earth he had kids, then, was beyond him. Anyway, thankfully, the few times he got out of this place and partook in a bar now and then, he did not supposedly take after his father. He usually got even more cocky when drunk, which had led to a fight once or twice before, but thankfully also, he could hold his own when he wasn’t entirely mentally there still.

He nodded with a hint of a smile when she went on about her and the D. “Well then, power to you! Gotta respect a young lady not afraid to get in your face and stubbornly stay there. Well, unless they do it to me. Then I’m less thrilled.” When she repeated his name, he held out his arms in something between a shrug and a ‘yes the Daniel’. Not that he expected her to know him if she was new here. Hence why she was talking to him. Most people who had heard the rather bad press he tended to get around this place – stupid kids – would likely want to seek him out for a lovely afternoon chat. His eyebrows raised, though, when she introduced herself. “Nike, huh? So do I have the honor of addressing the goddess herself of someone who had the luck to be named after her?” He assumed the first, as not many people got named after the gods. Something about worrying about powerful names and stuff. Something like that. “Eh, shoe company shmoo company. They just wanted to up their imagine by borrowing the name, I say.” She smiled and leaned forward, carefully avoiding setting his elbow into a socket. That would have unpleasant. “Well then, new company you have. So, Miss Nike, what brings you to this humble camp?” Besides getting to talk to him.

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Word Count: 683
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[*nike*]

Cocking her head to the side, the brunette goddess appeared as if she almost considering returning the glasses to the scruffy man. She most certainly was, but she quickly came to the conclusion that he wouldn't be missing them. At least not enough to pick an argument with her over them. Granted, his frown did tug a little at her conscious, but not enough for her to actually go about caring. Okay, so perhaps that sounded a little rude-but not as much so when one considered several factors. The first one being, obviously, that she was a goddess and she had done worse things without much remorse for them either. The second thing, which really made her actions and thoughts okay in this case, was that the man clearly wasn't legitimately upset with her decision to hold onto the glasses. A good thing too, because she didn't think anyone should go about getting so fussy over something such as a simple pair of lenses. Unless perhaps they were prescription lenses, in which case-that was perfectly acceptable to be grumbling about. Vision was something of importance, after all.

"Yeah I suppose they are a bit big, aren't they? And I'm sure they look much better on you, anyways, but the point is I have them now,

[/color]" Nike informed him with a playful wink. As she stretched her legs out comfortably, she couldn't say that she wasn't surprised that he had enough manners to clear a reasonable amount of space up for her. Hera clearly hadn't passed on any eloquence or manners onto Hephaestus (maybe because she had none herself?), so it usually could be assumed that he hadn't passed a single one onto his children either. Now, it wasn't to say that a few weren't nice enough kids, because they were perfectly kind, but this one more than most, she would expect to be a bit of a stickler for kindness. He had that general appearance about him, and maybe that was judging a book by its cover, but there was just an aura about him that she could pick out despite the charming surface.

Laughing delightfully, Nike clapped her hands together. "That's actually right on. He was almost always at the bottom of a bottle, but hey, it kept things interesting at the very least. Unfortunately Zeus went and ruined all of the fun though..he kind of has a habit of doing that.[/color]" At least when it came to most things, he certainly did. With Nike, he was at least unwound enough to enjoy a pina colada with her, or visit Spain, or something exciting. However, with others...he was decidedly less entertaining. Especially with Dionysus, and even her dear friend Momus-who was still holding a grudge over being banned from Olympus for his snide remarks. Not that she could blame him, she might be a little bitter too if the same had happened to her. Which it most likely never would, despite her sass. If only because she was the goddess of victory. She wasn't someone that one wanted to get rid of, at least not if they could help it.

"Well, stubborn is what I do best, darling. Even if it displeases you,[/color]" Nike replied with a very defined smirk. Technically winning was actually what she did best, but a certain sense of stubbornness obviously accompanied that. "I don't know if you need to call it an honor, but that's certainly me. Though you're probably right about the shoe company.[/color]" Capital was everything in this country, now wasn't it? "Believe it or not, I'm a fan of frequenting this place. It's almost like changing between soap opera channels on tv really. Olympus. Camp Half-Blood. Not too much different. Aside from the fact that, you know..we can smite people..you can't.[/color]" She shrugged slightly as if that was no big detail.





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[Daniel Wittenburg]

Daniel sat back and pondered his new company. As feminine company went, she was pretty good company. You see, there were some sorts of company that were great, some that were good, some eh, and the last, and majority, that sucked. Take this entire camp for instance. Usually, the snot-nosed little boogers fell into the sucky category. A good chunk of them whined too much or had some perfectly unreasonable untold explanation as to why they didn’t like him at all. Which he couldn’t quite accept because he was a fantastic person whom everyone in their right mind had to love. Then there were the suck ups. They were okay. Maybe good, if they played their cards right. It was actually thanks to one of the suck up that he had that pair of glasses that his newest company had taken. Though fangirl might have been a better name for that crazed lunatic. Like she thought he was Justin Beiber or something. Yeah, perhaps she fell in the suck category too.

But this young lady, now she was a yet to be determined, true, but it was looking good for her. Potentially great. Very potentially. Great smile. Check. Bright eyes. Even if they were currently hiding, check. Nice personality that he could tell so far, check. And the kind of curves that would make a Porsche driver drool. Check. Now, to see about the whole getting to know her thing. Some people said that was important. Daniel believed the jury was still out on that one. He shrugged at her comment. “Big is supposed to be retro anyway, right? And that’s in last I heard. So you’re good. And yes, you do have them. And I’m guessing from the way you say that, it’s going to remain that way.” He gave her his best smile, joking around with her. Most girls liked a touch of humor. So why not? Might improve his luck with this one.

Yes, it seemed she did like humor, as she started laughing. Great! So he laughed right along with her. Talking about the gods like this wasn’t normal around here, at least not for the average person. They had this thing with respect and not talking bad about, but to be honest, Daniel sort of had this mentality that if there was something to be said that was true, then where was the harm in saying it? Like the fact that Big D was a cranky lump and, apparently, Zeus was a spoilsport. No news there. But it was nice to be so straightforward with someone. “Interesting for sure! I bet he was a blast at a party! And isn’t that a shame. Maybe we should spike his Coke for him. Do the guy a favor and Zeus can blame me all he wants. Actually, we can get a Hermes kid to do it. You know they would. Ooh, I’m liking the sound of this. We need some excitement around this camp.”

He sat back and steepled his fingers so it looked like he was being thoughtful or something. Which didn’t happen often with him unless it had to do with mechanics. “Well, then, I can get used to stubborn.” Arguably. He wasn’t that good with people who got on his nerves. Chiron said he had poor people skills. Which was true. He was a Hephaestus kid. He was pretty sure his dead old man wasn’t so great with people either. The guy got thrown off a mountain for the gods’ sake. That would certainly make Daniel a might bitter. He smirked at the talk about the shoe company. “I’m right about a lot of things.” Cocky? Maybe. But that was just him. Stubborn cocky genius. Though he preferred more flattering adjectives. But hey, couldn’t win them all. He frowned slightly in thought and nodded. “The mortal and immortal soap opera channels. Fitting. This place has about as much drama as that the whole of US television put together. And that’s…. kind of pitiful. But the smiting thing adds interest, I imagine. A new level of threat to it. Though I’m sure you’re all quite used to it by now.” It was about then he realized, probably a bit late but his focus hadn’t been there, that if she was a goddess, it probably meant she wasn’t as old as she looked. No, the young lady seated across from him was nowhere near young. Hmm. Well, as long as she was of age, he was totally fine with checking her out.

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