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Post by Ryan Simons on Apr 30, 2010 17:19:39 GMT -5
Ryan scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Whatever, probably," he growled. Yeah, mostly everyone had that image of him. Talk to him, insult him, get your arm snapped off. The usual, for him. He stared at her slightly. Suicidal? "Uh-huh, sure," he growled, rolling his eyes. As much as it sort of bothered him, she was partially right. He had considered it, once or twice. Okay, a lot. "Oh, shut up," he growled. "I don't need a freaking hot line number, thanks," he snarled, rolling his eyes.
"Told you," he smirked as she confessed that she probably wasn't going to leave him alone. "Oh? Really, I doubt that as well," he snarled. "You, less annoying, is like me, all sweet and kind," he snapped. "Never going to happen," he growled. He smirked slightly as he saw that he had gotten to her slightly. "Whatever," he hissed. "What?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "Is it who your mom and dad were?" he growled. He didn't really know parentage, and quite frankly, he didn't care.
For a few seconds he felt sort of separated from his body. His body was still on the ground, but his mind was somewhere else. Next moment he felt her hand on his shoulder, lightly. That brought him back. He shook his head and vaguely heard her ask him if he was alright. He instinctually went to swipe at her hand so it would be off his shoulder. "I'm fine," he growled, shaking it off. He still felt slightly odd. Wait a second...had he just called her Edmund...?
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Post by *nike* on Apr 30, 2010 18:34:47 GMT -5
"So....you don't need the number but you are considering it." Nike nodded her head decisively, wondering if this was actually true. To her it was one of the most depressing thoughts. How could anyone feel so sad and alone that they would actually resort to that. In her opinion, even being murdered was better. At least you didn't feel like you were completely alone in the world. It wasn't a choice like suicide was. "Are you really?" Nike glanced up at him. "Suicidal, I mean" She added, making sure he knew that she was referring to that and not snapping and murdering people.
Rocking back and forth on her heels lightly, his words really starting to bother her. She knew she wasn't always the most preferable person to be around but she really didn't like being compared to him. Nike didn't think that he was below her or anything stuck up like that, but he was so angry and bitter and it according to him he had virtually no friends. "Seriously? I'm not saying anything if you won't." The goddess grumbled, not quite decided on if she was angry or just really sad. Her face was sort of twisted between the two, her eyes glaring at the ground but also rimmed with tears that seemed permanently inclined to stay there.
Her lips twitched slightly, the corners tugged downward in the motion of a frown. "Are you sure?" Nike withdrew her hand, wondering if maybe it hadn't been the best idea to push him on the subject. "You know...It's okay to admit that you're not. It doesn't make you weak or anything. It just makes you human." She added, hesitating before reaching up and brushing his messy hair out of his face, expecting him to knock her hand away again. Nike figured it must have been something really bad if it made him this angry. [/size]
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Post by Ryan Simons on Apr 30, 2010 20:01:38 GMT -5
Ryan gritted his teeth and half growled. "No, I don't need it," he repeated in a snap. He rolled his eyes. "Why would I need it?" he snarled. He exhaled through his mouth. "No, I'm not," he said stiffly. He was looking at a point between her eyes and the wall of the Big House, not directly at her. Okay, yes, he was, slightly, but he wasn't saying it. Big surprise. It started after he was dumped at Camp Half Blood. He had lost Edmund, then Alex, then his aunt. Not that he liked his aunt, but she had been the last person who, well, had sort of been there for him. No, not really. She had never been there for him. She hadn't loved him at all, but he had still felt sort of a connection with her. Not love or anything, but she had raised him, taught him weapons and stuff.
"Well, I'm not going to be saying anything any time soon," he growled. "So you should stay shut up," he snarled. He glared at her and smirked as he knew that he had sort of gotten to her. She looked as if she was stuck between being angry or sad. She had a glare on her face, yet she was looking like she was about to cry at the same time. He shrugged, whatever.
He glared at her. "I'm positive," he growled, still feeling slightly off. He exhaled and looked at her as she removed her hand. "I know that..." he snarled. He gritted his teeth as she spoke to him, that sounded familiar to him too. You know Ry, its perfectly human to cry, be sad and upset and stuff, its normal. It doesn't mean you're weak. He saw her hand going towards him but didn't swipe at her again. He just shut his eyes and moved back slightly.
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Post by *nike* on Apr 30, 2010 23:07:16 GMT -5
"Well if you ever decide to go suicidal, let me know. I bet I would be a great therapist." Nike offered, before laughing at herself. "Actually I would probably just drive a potentially suicidal person to actually kill themself." She smiled in kind of a quirky way, her teeth covering her lips. In all likeliness, she would probably listen to her client for about twenty minutes before politely requesting that they 'shut the hell up'.
"I think I know what your problem is." Nike announced, turning on her heel before the Ares kid could see a tear fall from her eye. She wiped it away quickly. She definately didn't want this jerk to know just how much his comments had gotten to her. The subject of her parents was touchy and his careless and rude attitude about the whole thing just seemed to make it worse. Rubbing her hands along her crossed arms, she tried to calm the shiver that passed through her. "You're afraid to let anyone care about you," Nike paused, letting silence take over the area. Clicking her heels together, she slid off her sandals, letting her toes get buried deep in the cool green grass. "Because then that might mean that you might start to care about them," The goddess held up one finger to indicate that she would prefer it if Ryan wouldn't talk. Of course she didn't have complete confidence that he would respect that request. "And then they just might abandon you." She tilted her head, staring down at her white beaded sandals. "Is that it?" Nike closed her eyes briefly. "Its okay, if it is. A lot of people feel that way. Your dad probably feels that way sometimes. I do," She added softly, turning back to face him. She attempted a smile but it was lopsided and it didn't reach her eyes, the way her smiles usually would. Talk about a depressing conversation, A small voice piped up inside her head, sounding suspiciously like her father, who had been the first but certainly not the last to abandon her. [/size]
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 1, 2010 12:03:05 GMT -5
Ryan snorted and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure you would be," he said sarcastically. He snorted. "Yeah, I thought you would," he said, rolling his eyes. "You'd defiantly have me go suicidal if you were my therapist," he growled. He gritted his teeth, he'd think of it, but he'd never actually cut himself or anything. Yet. There was that yet part. He shut his eyes. Yet.
The fifteen year old whipped around and glared at her. She was turned away. She knew what his problem was? He snorted. "Sure you do," he said sarcastically. "I've already told you," he said, rolling his eyes. "The world is," he growled. He froze as she talked. This goddess was really scaring him. He was afraid of people caring about him? Silence. "No, I'm not," he said flatly. Well, that was a lie, but he was never going to admit it. "I don't care about anyone," he growled angrily.
He stared at her as she expanded the thought. Then he'd start caring about them? He half opened his mouth about to protest against it, put she put up a hand, asking him not to talk. He was half shocked. More because that she'd think that he'd care about someone than that she was actually telling the truth about the whole thing, so he didn't say anything. She added more. He felt that his mind was detached from his body again.
She was right. She had hit the nail directly on the head. His mind was still not really hanging onto what was going on, so forgot to deny himself again. "Because it...it always happens..." he muttered, looking down and shutting his eyes. The boy heard Nike turning around to face him again, but he didn't look up. He merely nodded as she talked him, his mind still half out of it. He was in complete shock that the goddess had actually gotten it.
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Post by *nike* on May 1, 2010 15:52:21 GMT -5
Sighing, Nike wrapped a small strand of hair around her finger, toying with it gently. "I know," She whispered, ignoring the therapist comment and skipping right over it to the fact that he didn't care about anyone. Her purple eyes were clouded over, his denied misery so thick in the air that she felt like she could almost choke on it. "And that's why it's so sad." She added, another small breeze wound through the air. Nike bit her tongue, determined to stop talking about that small part. She had as much time as she wanted to do anything she wanted but that just meant she had more time and more chances to be abandoned than the Ares boy did.
"You can't avoid everyone forever, Ryan. I know, I have tried." Nike admitted, walking back over to the porch of the Big House. She lazily sat down, pulling her legs up near her so she could wrap her arms around them. Dropping her head she let it rest on her knees, her gaze focused on the demigod a couple yards in front of her. "My father was Pallas, a Titan. Athena killed him, but essentially before that he abandoned me when he chose the Titans. My mother....Abandoned. Siblings? Living up on Olympus...but aren't big fans of me anymore. And the list goes on and on..." The goddess grumbled, picturing her remaining family laughing it up and having a good old time on Olympus. "But not everyone you love is going to leave, you know." She added confidently but in her case she was still trying to figure out if that was true for her. Barely focusing on it, Nike made two tall glasses appear beside her. Both were filled with a diluted red liquid. She picked one up for herself and sipped out of the straw. "Being a goddess does have its perks. Shirley Temple?" Nike offered, plucking the red cherry out of her own glass and popping it into her mouth. In her opinion, goddess of victory was pretty interchangable with goddess of parties. Since each victory did usually come with its own party, Nike had learned to materialize all sorts of party items. Drinks, cakes, streamers, and the such. Pretty useful actually. As was being able to materialize weapons for the wars themselves. [/size]
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 1, 2010 17:51:12 GMT -5
Ryan exhaled through his nose. "Good you know," he snapped, but with a little less aggression than usual. As much as he hated to admit it to himself, Nike was actually, partially, just a tiny bit, calming him down. Just a tiny bit. He had never been calm. Either partial or fully for...well, a very long while. He glared at her. He hated other people pitying him. He snorted. "And why's that sad?" he growled.
The fifteen year old looked at the immortal as she went to the Big House and sat down on it. Ryan's look turned into a glare and the slight calmness he had felt evaporated in a nanosecond. "Yes, I can, I've been doing it for," he hesitated and thought for a few seconds. "Nine years. More than half my life. I can keep it up my whole life if I want," he growled. He looked at her and hesitated before deciding to sit down. He looked at Nike sitting a few yards away from him and listened as she started talking about her family. "Oh," he said, slightly flat. His grey eyes flickered over her violet ones and he felt just a tiny bit upset on what she had to go through. It just of been hard to have family, but not ever really be with them...or be liked.
"Yes they will and they have," he snapped. He rolled his eyes. "Well, me not loving anyone and no one loving me is going to bring that up short, isn't it?" he growled. "Not that I'm going to start caring anytime soon," he said, glaring at her. "Because I still don't care and I never have," he said stubbornly. Okay, he had cared for...two years of his life? He took a slight step back as she made two glasses appear. Almost everyone could have things appear at their will around here, sheesh! He rolled his eyes. "I bet it does," he said in a slight hiss. "Nah," he declined.
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Post by *nike* on May 1, 2010 18:45:40 GMT -5
Nike smiled slightly as she chewed on her straw, noticing that she was starting to get to him. Not the getting to him as in making him angry but more along the lines of getting him to open up and actually talk about his very obvious problems. "Well, it's sad because you're like literally all alone. You don't care, so no one else cares. I mean yeah it's unlikely that there will be too many people at my funeral either but people will miss me. In all likeliness, my siblings will actually be upset over my death, even though they currently dislike me." She skirted around the word 'hate' even though it was probably more accurate than dislike.
"Is that so?" Nike asked, setting her glass down. "Because I tried for about,what? Maybe 150..No wait. 146 years." The goddess corrected herself, recalling how lonely those 146 days were. Actually to be specific, it was 146 years, 3 monthes, and 27 days. But she decided not to restate that outloud. The demigod didn't need to know that she had kept quite so close a count. "Okay...You stop pitying me and I'll stop pitying you." She offered, seeing the flash of sympathy in his eyes. Nike could tell that they were a lot of like even though she didn't like to admit that.
Nike laughed slightly as Ryan stepped away from the Shirley Temple glasses. "Jealous of my mad goddessly skillls?" The brunette joked, whisking her hand so the other glass disappeared. "Want something else? Coke? Chocolate shake? Vodka?" She offered, not particularly caring that this was a camp associated with people under 21 who weren't really allowed to drink. She, herself, personally preferred pina coladas. The combination of sweet fruitiness and the sharp bite of rum was excellent. "If you like pina coladas..and getting caught in the rain.." Nike sang to herself softly, quoting a song by Rupert Holmes.
"You know what I've decided?" She shook her hair out, almost considering that pina colada. "I'm going to become your no one. We'll be total besties, you're like so going to love me! And I will keep practically stalking you and annoying you until we're besties!" Nike nodded her head decisively, her smile amused. "So bestie, would you like to tell me who Edmund is?" She asked, emphasizing bestie but speaking the rest of the question softly, not wanting to upset him or make him all defensive again.
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 1, 2010 19:28:20 GMT -5
Ryan shrugged and watched the goddess. "Joy for me," he said dully. He shrugged. "That pretty much covers it," he growled, giving a nod. He didn't care about anyone, so no one cared about him. Fact and moral number one in the life of Ryan Simons. There had only two people that had ever cared for him, and at the time, he had cared back. But that was a long, long time ago, around nine years ago. Did he still care about them? No-yes-no, he had no idea. He was really confused about that.
Well, Edmund, sort of. He was dead and there wasn't anything he could do about that. He sort of hated Alex though. He just left Ryan and never said anything. They all had, his entire family. They had just disappeared and never had correspondence with Ryan again. The odd part was, strange enough, Alex had left the day after Edmund had been...stop it. Ryan really had to close himself up again, he was remembering way to much. He rolled his eyes half way. "Good for you," he muttered, some of the usual sarcasm in his voice.
"Yes, I really could," Ryan snarled stubbornly. "Well, if you haven't noticed, my life span's going to be much shorter than 146 years!" he growled. "So I think I'll do a much better job," he said. He glared at her. "Deal," he said flatly. As much as it seemed (and he hated it) they were sort of a like. He hated to think that and would never confess it. It was crazy, but, to his dislike, true. They bad both been shunned by their families, left and all that stuff.
He snorted as she asked if he was jealous. "No," he said, rolling his eyes. He stared at her as she made the other glass vanished. Making things pop in and out were sort of cool, as much as he hated to admit that to himself. He hated admitting anything to himself. "Nah," he said, as she offered a variety of drinks to him. He raised his eyebrows. "Vodka or Pina Colada?" he repeated in slight confusion. "Uh, no," he said, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "Don't like those either," he snorted.
"No, I don't. I'm not an Oracle or Sibyl," Ryan snarled. "And no, I don't want to hear it, but I don't have a choice, do I?" he growled, rolling his eyes. He stared at her incredulously. "Uh-huh, yeah, right, sure you are," he said sarcastically. "It's not going to happen," he snarled. "No way in Hades. I'm going to be long in the underworld before it happens," he growled.
He rolled his eyes. "Oh, I believe you on that," he hissed. He could imagine her stalking and annoying the heck out of him until the day he died. He gave her a glare and his grey eyes narrowed. Tell her who Edmund was? "As likely a chance as you becoming my 'bestie'," he growled, but with slightly less aggression than normal as she had started to calm him down a tiny bit again.
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Post by *nike* on May 1, 2010 20:01:03 GMT -5
"Sorry I suppose that was pretty mean...Wait, am I sorry?" Nike questioned, running over their little pity agreement in her head. "That doesn't count, right?" She pursed her lips, letting her eyes wander over the scenery. Pretty but not quite up to gardens of Olympus standard. Well this is going to be a long day, She decided as soon as he started huffing and puffing again. She also decided that some kind of alcohol would be necessary if she was going to sit here all day trying to get him to tell her who Edmund was. Now what kind of alcohol, do we think? Nike asked herself, comtemplating her choices. "Je ne sais pas," She responded to herself out loud, in French. She had lived in France for about 50 years and needless to say, her French wasn't getting rusty.
Nike shrugged at his disagreement. "We'll see who's right when you die." She replied absentmindedly, not completely focused on the conversation. In all honesty, her mind was scrolling through her different drink choices. Snapping her fingers, her shirley temple glass disappeared and was replaced by a plain glass of scotch on the rocks. "I don't get why they call it 'on the rocks'. It's ice. Not rocks." She considered it, not really worried about the fact that she wasn't paying attention to anything he was saying. All she caught was that he was declining a pina colada. "So I assume you don't like alcohol at all or are you strictly a beer person?"
"Ha, Underworld! If that happens well then I will simply just have to come visit you in the Underworld too then! I'm sure Hades won't mind!" Nike smirked, fully honest about visiting him. "Oh my gosh! Great plan!" She clapped excitedly. "I swear on the River Styx," Nike paused before continuing, "That....I'm soooo going to make you love me! Familial/bestie-like of course. Oh, and even if like takes a thousand years and you're already dead." She added, flashing a toothy smile.
"So....Since we're eventually going to be besties, and you said that's about as likely as you telling me who Edmund is....Who is Edmund?" She asked, sipping from her drink, the whispy liquid running down her throat with a sting. "You don't have to say it now..but clearly you're going to tell me eventually so now is always a good time. It will be like the foundation of our friendship. Or bestieness."
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 3, 2010 19:06:09 GMT -5
Ryan shrugged and rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he said. He didn't care what anyone said about him these days. "I don't care," he said as she asked if that count. He had a feeling that Nike wasn't going to leave him alone for a very long time. "What?" he snorted, narrowing his grey eyes as she spoke in some other language. Kathleen had taught him the language of weapons, never any other language, except English, of course. "Sounds...Italian or something," he fifteen year old guessed, rolling his eyes.
He gritted his teeth, he didn't want to let her know that she was getting to him in anyway. He'd just have to be more careful and not slip up, close himself off again. "It'll defiantly be me," he growled as she said that they'd see who was right when he died. "You being there doesn't count," he snarled. He watched the Shirley Temple disappear and another drink appear before her. "And that is....?" he asked in slight disgust. "Okay...?" he snorted as she began to ramble about rocks as opposed to ice. He had no idea what she was talking about. Ryan rolled his eyes. "I don't like alcohol."
"Oh gods!" Ryan growled. "You'll never leave me alone, will you?!" he hissed angrily. "I hope Hades dislikes you," he snarled. He gritted his teeth and glared at her. "I hate you..." he growled. "Uh-huh," he said sarcastically. "Yeah, that'll happen," he said, rolling his eyes. He glared at her again. "Meaning never!" he snapped. "Get used to waiting," the son of Ares snarled. "Uh-huh, sure it will," he growled sarcastically.
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Post by *nike* on May 3, 2010 19:36:21 GMT -5
"Huh, well okay than." Nike wrinkled her nose, stretching out her legs and leaning back with the support of her palms. She could tell that the Ares boy was just getting more and more annoyed with her. It's not like she was being that annoying, in fact she had a feeling that her attitude at this moment would really only be annoying to him. Everything seemed to annoy him. "French, actually." She corrected, wondering if there was anyway that she could not be annoying to him. Probably not.
The immortal smirked to herself slightly. She could definately tell that he was starting to get less and less annoyed with her. "I disagree." She replied, altering her voice for the next part. "Whatever, I don't care what you think." Her voice low the boy's and tinged with anger and annoyance. Not a bad job of mimicking actually. Slightly frustrated, she finished off the drink letting The glass disappear as well. "Scotch," Nike replied, closing her eyes and letting the sun rays pass over her skin. "I see. Well that's probably good, the way you are normally would probably be changed to psychopath crazy murderer if you were drunk." She mumbled, wiggling her toes in the soft grass.
"Na Hades likes making people suffer. And since you would probably be suffering every time I visited he would be just peachy." Nike opened her eyes, a small thorn of realization poking her. "Am I really that bad?" She asked, averting her eyes so she was looking at anything but Ryan. She didn't care what that stupid little saying said, words did hurt. Faking being alright with the small insult, she rose to her feet and walked over to the demigod. The goddess sat down next to him, knowing he wouldn't actually appreciate it but maybe that part that felt alone would get that she was trying to indicate he didn't have to be alone if he didn't want to be. "I guess I could leave, if you really want me to," Nike spoke, the honesty to that clear in her words. She really would leave for now if he wanted her to and she expected he would ask her to do just that. [/size]
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 3, 2010 20:18:59 GMT -5
Ryan just shrugged and his mind started floating again. He really needed to stop doing this. It was making him soft. Making him remember. Making him vulnerable. Not good. He gritted his teeth. Maybe he could try again. Being nice, that is. He doubted it though. If he was nicer then people could get to him and...not necessarily a good idea. But if he stayed like this, then the more he opened up, closed himself off, then it was just hurting him more when he started to open up again. He was really confused and wasn't sure what to do.
He had started turning this way after Alex left. He had just lost Edmund and then Alex and his family had to run out on him. Everything went downhill from there. He had actually been nice when they were around. It had sort of felt good. But then him being nice and him letting himself get close to them just caused him more pain when they left. He was fighting a battle in his head, and he didn't know which side was going to win. He vaguely remembered Nike saying it was French. He just nodded his head numbly, not talking or snapping back with a sarcastic remark like he would of normally.
He looked back up at her, not fully decided yet. "Good for you," he said, slightly flat. It was sarcastic or anything it was just...a statement. "That covers it," he muttered as she switched to an imitation of him. It was actually quite good, as much as he hated to admit it. "Oh," he said. Another type of drink. "Yeah....probably..." the fifteen year old muttered, still flat, but in slight agreement with the immortal. He half didn't know what he was agreeing to or what. He was still really confused, so right now, he was just playing...well, neutral.
The fifteen year old nodded his head slightly. "Yeah, that's what I've heard too," he grumbled. "Eh, not that much," he found himself muttering to her. He blinked, shocked and half shook his head. Looks like his head and heart were winning over his stubbornness and wants. He didn't want to do it, but he guessed he could give it a trial run. He could just stop if he didn't like it. Wait. He hated everything, didn't he? Ryan shut his eyes for a few seconds and ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair. His head was going to explode if he didn't make up his mind soon.
He exhaled out of his nose. Was she really that bad? She came over and sat down by him. He didn't make any move to move away from her or become hostile. He opened his mouth and looked at her, even though she wasn't looking at him. "No..." he found himself saying. "You're not," he muttered. What the heck was he doing? No going back now, Ryan... a small voice poked him inside his head. "No..." he found himself saying again. "You can stay," he said. It had been a long time since he had sort of enjoyed having someone with him, but Nike sort of make it...bearable. He didn't full out enjoy it, but it was...okay, just a bit.
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Post by *nike* on May 3, 2010 21:34:32 GMT -5
Nike glanced at the boy, taking in the fact that he was practically silent. His eyes were kind of dazed as if he'd gone off into his own world again. She chewed on her lip out of habit, deciding that she would stop talking for the moment. It wasn't so much an awkward silence, but it wasn't particularly comfortable either. It was almost as if the Ares kid wasn't there at all. Tapping her feet lightly on the ground, she focused on nothing in particular. "And realized that only you, could ever understand," Nike sang softly to herself, thinking of a song that reminded her somewhat of the boy,except in his case there was no one to really understand. "My broke down hearted wonderland. The moment that you took my hand," She continued, figuring that Ryan wasn't paying attention to what she was saying so it didn't matter anyway. "You made me feel like the daring young man. Broke down hearted wonderland." The goddess sighed the last few words, continuing to hum the tune to herself and maybe to the wind as well.
"Agreeing with me now? Weird, but okay." She commented, knowing that he still wasn't fully invested in the conversation. Once again, with his few words, she started humming tunes again. As a goddess, she wasn't deprived of music, in fact she kept her own iPod hidden in the Big House's Attic. It was one of those massive gb ones that held thousands of songs, including her silly Disney movie soundtracks. Nothing wrong with the classics, She reminded herself, picturing movies such as Aladdin and The Lion King. Nike was fully aware of the fact that only the most childish of gods would watch those movies but she was okay with that. She figured she deserved to make up for her own childhood that hadn't really existed.
As the girl sat beside Ryan, she didn't comment about anything. She just sat there while he seemed to have some kind of silent argument with himself. Turning her head his way, her lips pulled up slightly at the corners making a small sort of smile. "Thanks. You're aren't too bad yourself," Nike commented truthfully. She briefly considered asking about Edmund again but decided not to upset Ryan again. "I assume a hug is out of the question?" The goddess asked, not joking about it.
[credit song lyrics--Broke Down Hearted Wonderland by Edwin McCain] [/size]
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 4, 2010 20:04:05 GMT -5
Ryan was still...off. Nike could of been insulting him under every unpleasant, unprintable name in the sun and he wouldn't of really noticed. He vaguely thought he heard her saying quotes from a song or something, but couldn't be sure. Jee he was having such a headache right now. He had no idea what to do, what to decide or what to do in general. He was just confused out of his mind right now. He didn't know what to try or not to try or...anything. Ryan was thinking this was how he felt when Ed died. Not knowing what to do with yourself or do anything. But he couldn't be sure, because as soon as he had died, Kath had never given him a chance to examine his feelings or anything. She just pushed him harder than ever to get his mind off of it.
"Sort of..." he grumbled as she asked if he was agreeing with her.. It wasn't hostile or angry, it was just..sort of flat. "Yeah..." he said sort of blankly. "It is..." he muttered. He was still very confused. He guess he'd play it neutral for now. Okay. Either: (1) Stay the way you are, be mean and angry and closed. Let no one get to you and care about no one. (2) Become like you were with Edmund and Alex and be happy and have emotions again and let people get to you and all. Can't I have a happy medium? Ryan asked silently. This was so confusing in his head...
He nodded slightly. "Welcome," he said. His grey eyes flickered to hers and he just nodded slightly. His head cleared slightly and he heard her next comment much more clearly. He scoffed and rolled his eyes half way. Hug? "Way out of the question," he said. He didn't have his usual hostile or sarcastic tones, it was just...neutral. Ryan kept thinking and was leaning more toward plan 2 but he still wasn't entirely sure.
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