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Post by *nike* on May 4, 2010 21:05:41 GMT -5
"I'll be right back," Nike announced, deciding afterwards that she really didn't even need to say it since Ryan was beyond caring. Hopping to her feet, she walked over to the Big House, pushing open the front door and entering it. Making her way up to the attic, she dug through some old demigod stuff, declaring all of it as "crap" as she threw it all aside. "Ah-ha," The goddess exclaimed quietly, pulling a beat up black ipod out of the collection. Placing it in the pocket of her shorts, she ventured to a different part of the attic. "Let's see...Where did I leave it?" She asked herself, her voice echoing eerily in the attic. Gods, I hate this place, The goddess complained to herself. She felt the whole atmosphere of the attic was creepy but she knew no demigods would spend any time up in it so it was the perfect place for hiding things. Sifting through some more of the items, a glint of silver caught her eye. "There you are," She mumbled picking up a small pocketknife. In her opinion the concept was a little overused but she had had the little device for quite a while. Essentially it was the same deal as the Poseidon kid's sword. Except the goddess had chosen for it to morph into a ninjato when the nail file part of the knife was opened. The ninjato was similar to a sword but it was a specially used one by the Japanese ninjas of older times.
Tucking that into her pocket as well, she jogged back down the attic stairs, heading for the front door again. "Back," She stated, walking back to the demigod's side and taking a seat again. "Yeah, I know. Captain Obvious, right?" Nike clarified, fishing the pocket knife back out of her shorts. "Anyways, since I figure your life sucks. No offense, don't get all mad again. Just a factual statement." The girl lifted her hands in that common defensive way. Letting them fall again, she tossed him the small silver object to him. "You have to open the nail file part for it to work. Reason being-no one uses the nail file. Well the Aphrodite kids might but I find it unlikely that they would use a pocket knife. It's probably unfashionable or something along those lines." She pointed at the third little tool from the left. "Anyways, my gift to you. Um..let's see...oh yeah I drew a bunch of little doodles on it. In purple Sharpie. So it's like impossible to get off." Nike nodded, examining the little purple hearts, stars, swirlies, suns, Nike shoe logos and of course her name written once in big bubbly letters. "Blame my boredom during World War I for that. Oh except for the Nike logos, that was like a few years ago." She scratched her head thoughtfully, trying to remember anything else about it. "Oh yeah um if you press this little heart down," The immortal gestured to one little silver heart that stuck out just slightly from the pocket knife, making it like a little button. She gave it gentle press for demonstration and the heart glowed a faint gold and her necklace did as well. "Then it alerts me and it's goddess of victory to the rescue. I'd prefer it if you didn't just start randomly pushing that because it gets really annoying. Only serious situations or when you finally decide you want a hug," She continued, winking at the last part. "And it uh has no name? Because....really, naming inanimate objects is just stupid." Nike nodded her head, matter-of-factly.
"High five then?" She lifted one hand, nodding her head once encouragingly with one of those looks that says you-know-you-want-to. After one moment of silence and no movement, she piped up. "Come on, I just gave you an awesome pocket-knife-turning-swordy-device. And it's not a pity gift!" Nike clarified, also not exactly sure what to call it. "It's more of a....early birthday present from your future bestie?" The brunette lifted one perfectly arched eyebrow.
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 6, 2010 18:47:42 GMT -5
"Mhm," Ryan said blankly as Nike said she would be back in a few minutes. He was beyond caring, he was still half out of it. He felt like he was having a identity crisis or something. On the one hand. The mean, stubborn, violent, emotionless, not caring Ares child he had always been. It had been that side that he had always shown to everyone at camp. Or he could turn sort of nice and have emotions and care about others. He hadn't been there for Edmund or Alex and now they were both gone. He had closed himself off...why? He missed them, had sort of become depressed and Kathleen hadn't wanted to hear about any of it. She didn't let him talk about it or really think about it. She had just driven him to train and he just became...not caring. So what did he want? He still had no idea.
He looked up as she came back. "I can see that," he muttered. He shrugged. Slight anger flashed in Ryan's eyes for a moment then he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, it is," he muttered. He instinctively and unconsciously caught the item that was thrown by Nike to him. It took him a few seconds longer than normal to realize what it was exactly, that she had thrown to him. "A pocket knife?" he asked, looking at it for a few seconds longer then back at the goddess. "For what to work?" he asked, slightly puzzled. "Its a pocket knife, why does it have a nail file?" he asked snorting slightly. "Yeah, probably," he said in a slight growl as she mentioned the Aphrodite kids.
The fifteen year old stared at her incredulously as she explained the drawings on it. "Lovely," he said, rolling his eyes and looking all the drawings in purple sharpie. He watched the heart glow as Nike's necklace glowed. "Uh-huh," he said, narrowing his eyes slightly. "That will be never," he said in a slight growl as she mentioned the hug part. He'd probably never call her. He wasn't one for asking for help at any time. "Yeah, I never named any of my things either," Ryan said in agreement, rolling his eyes.
Ryan stared at her. "Uh, no," he said, glaring at her slightly. He was about to toss the pocket knife back at her when she said that. His eyes narrowed slightly. "You're letting me keep it?" asked, sort of confused. "Yeah, sure," he said in a slight growl. "Uh-huh..." he said, still looking at her with his grey eyes, which relaxed slightly. He had never had his birthday celebrated nor was ever invited to any birthdays. The idea of gifts and everything was sort of foreign to him. He had just learned his birthday three years ago when Ares had claimed him when he was thirteen.
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Post by *nike* on May 6, 2010 20:04:10 GMT -5
"Stop being so negative," She grumbled, knowing that that was pretty much impossible. Most people would have been a little appreciative, but she knew that this boy was definately not like most people. "Because I wanted to have a nail file, dipstick." Nike pointed out, as if this should be the most obvious thing in the world. Oh gods, this demigod is so frustrating, She muttered internally, but she managed to keep a blank face instead of showing her brief stint of annoyance. "Well maybe if you would open the nail file, you would understand what I meant." Nike suggested, responding to his puzzled expression and question.
Rolling her eyes, something popped into the goddess's hand. A purple sharpie, to be specific. Uncapping the lid, she reached out and snatched the silver pocket knife from Ryan. Resting it against her knee, she found a small open silver space above her name. "Well if the drawings annoy you so much. I'll just add a little more." She smirked slightly, jotting a few things down on the object with her Sharpie. "Lovely,indeed." She quoted the Ares boy, tossing it back to him with new words fresh on it. "Like it?" Nike asked knowing he wouldn't. The pocket knife now read 'Ryan' then a small colored in heart with an apostrophe s after it, right above her name. Next to her name in small parenthesis was a small arrow pointing to her name with the word's 'Ryan's bestie' written next to it. "I know you do," She smiled smugly, laying back on the grass. "And you will so ask for my help eventually."
"Uh yes? So long as you don't scratch off any of my doodles." Nike lifted a questionable eyebrow. "You...you never got a birthday gift?" She turned her head towards him, looking up at his grey eyes from the grass. "I mean..I haven't but that's chill. Because I'm a goddess and all. But kids are supposed to. It's like their given right. Ever had a party? Sleepover or whatever it is boys have?"
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 6, 2010 20:25:06 GMT -5
"I'll stop being negative when this camp gets blown up," Ryan muttered. He was leaning towards his old self and he could feel it. He wondered if he should lean into it more, or pull away. He was getting all confused again. He rolled his eyes, becoming more of his old self again. "Typical," he growled. He knew he was annoying and difficult and frustrating and all, but he really didn't care. "Okay...?" he asked. He narrowed his eyes on the pocketknife with a built in nail file. It was sort of absurd. A pocketknife with a nail file in it. Let's go fight! ...right after I file my nails! Ryan rolled his eyes, real logical. He shrugged and pulled out the nail file. He gave a slightly surprised start as it changed into a ninjato. "Okay..." he said, slight surprise creeping into his voice. "That was weird yet very useful." Then he realized something. "This sort of works like the Poseidon boy's pen," he said.
Ryan sighed and blew the air upwards, moving his hair that was slightly above his face. "Whatever," he said as she took the knife back and began to draw more. "Oh, spectacular," he growled sarcastically. She gave it back to him and he looked it over, his grey eyes narrowing. "Oh, great, a real work of art," he said sarcastically. "Well done," he said, rolling his eyes. "Nope," he said as response to that he'd ask for her help. "I don't need help, never had," he said tonelessly.
The fifteen year old looked at her suspiciously. "Seriously?" he asked, looking at the knife she had given him. No one had ever given him a gift. It was a crazy and very new idea to him. Well, Kathleen had given him his weapons, well. No. Not really, she had let him 'borrow' them when he was little, but they really weren't a gift. As soon as he was old enough, she took them back and made him learn how to make his own. "A what?" he snorted, throughly confused, but not letting it show in his voice. He had heard about parties and birthdays and sleepovers and stuff, but had never had one nor gone to one.
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Post by *nike* on May 6, 2010 23:01:29 GMT -5
Nike giggled quietly, watching Ryan's expressions laced with sarcasm. "Yeah, suppose so. But it doesn't really reappear with you if you lose. It reappears with me since it's actually mine. Well now, was, mine. Don't really know how to fix it, you could try talking to one of the Hephaestus kids..But I find it unlikely that you will." She decided, definately sure that he wasn't going to ask for help from anyone. Of course, the girl was determined to change that now. "Sadly, for you, it doesn't actually work as a nail file." She teased. Truthfully, she really had never actually done anything with her nails herself. But since she had used the nail file part, technically she could say she had used one.
"I thought so," The goddess quipped, staring intently at the impression that the grass had made on her hand. "Everyone needs help, from time to time. Even moi." Nike pointed out softly, expecting and waiting for his rejection to that again. Lifting up her right leg, she rested it on her left thigh, taking the sharpie to her leg. Out of boredom, she started to doodle little hearts on it, shading them to perfection. She had always been a person who doodled. Especially during important events, when she was supposed to be paying attention.
"Seriously," She replied, making little swirls around the hearts, detailing them more efficiently. The sharpie dropped from her hand, disappearing before it could hit her stomach. Snapping up into a seated position, she stared at Ryan, her eyes wide. "Excuse me?" Nike asked, her mouth dropping as she realized he really hadn't done any of that. No birthdays. No parties. No presents. NO SLEEPOVERS! "Ever kissed a girl? Baked chocolate chip cookies? Pulled an all-nighter,for fun? Ridden a bike?" She babbled on, thoroughly suprised and deeply disturbed. "ANSWER THE QUESTIONS!" She yelped before he could say a word. [/blockquote]
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 7, 2010 19:42:18 GMT -5
"Oh," the son of Ares shrugged. "Okay," he said. That was okay, he had lost plenty of weapons over time. That would be good. If he lost it, it would go back to Nike, so he didn't have to feel bad about loosing it if he ever did. Not that he would ever feel bad about it. But at least a good blade like that wouldn't be lost forever. He gave her a slight glare. The idea of even asking the Hephaestus kids about anything, especially weapons was way out of his mind. He snorted. "Yeah, you're very correct in that area," he said, rolling his eyes. He shrugged. "Great for me. I've never done anything with them as far as I can remember," he said.
"Well, you've thought right," the fifteen year old growled. He was slipping back into him old self again and he wasn't sure weather he liked it or not yet. "Yeah, sure, everyone else does," he said, giving her a slight glare. He watched her doodling on herself and shrugged. He had never really been into drawing, not that he had ever had time to start picking up a drawing career, unless it was his aunt threatening to carve his face or something.
Ryan still looked at her suspiciously. "Okay...?" he asked, slightly uncertain. The sudden outburst from the immortal took Ryan by slight surprise, he straightened his back as he had slouched it very slightly as they had been sitting down and talking, and stared at her. "I...don't know what you were talking about," he said, slight confusion entering his voice again. Then she began ranting at him, asking him many questions in such a short amount of time, that he didn't have the time to even open his mouth and respond. He couldn't of given her answers as fast as she had asked the questions. He actually shifted backwards a bit as she yelped at him to answer. He hadn't expected that from her. But he recovered quickly and went to answer all the questions she had thrown at him.
Kissed a girl? Ew. "No," he said, giving her a slightly disgusted look. Baked cookies?...whatever those were. "No...?" he asked more than said. He felt that if he'd ask what cookies were, he'd get a shouting at, as she had burst out at him after that tirade of questions. Not that he minded being shouted at, but it seemed a bit out of character for the goddess. He knew he was going to get shouted at for asking this but his curiosity came over him: "What's a cookie?" Ryan asked. It wasn't meant to be funny or anything, but if it was a sweet, then he wouldn't know about it. "All nighter...?" the fifteen year old asked, puzzled. "What's that?" he asked. "Bike?" he asked again. "Uh..." he thought. "No...?"
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Post by *nike* on May 7, 2010 20:29:24 GMT -5
"That's because you're such a negative person." Nike pointed out, knowing that some of the Hephaestus' kids were pretty negative themselves. Yet, some of them were pretty alright. And even a couple were actually enjoyable to be around. "Maybe if you....I dunno....smiled....They would like you." She put the emphasis on smiled, flashing a quick smile again as example a.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT?!" She spoke, bewildered at his response. Who the frick didn't know what a sleepover was? Or a birthday party? "No wonder you're suicidal," Nike mumbled to herself, noting that Ryan scooted away slightly at her tone. "Sorry about the yelling," She added to him, still staring at him, waving her loud voice away.
"Haven't kissed a girl.....Hm...." She pondered the though secretly adding to it in her head. Not suprising with that attitude, the goddess was careful not to speak this out loud. Chewing on her fingernails distractedly, Nike literally screamed as he asked what cookies were. Her scream echoing loudly in the empty area. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" The girl grabbed Ryan by the shoulders, shaking him back and forth roughly. At his clear confusion to what a bike was, Nike clapped her hand over her mouth, her expression simply horrified. "DID YOU EVEN HAVE A CHILDHOOD?!" She screeched, grabbing him by the shoulders again. "Ever had a dog? Know what a dog is for that matter? Played catch with your uncle or someone? Eaten pizza? Went to Disneyland???" [/blockquote]
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 7, 2010 21:22:37 GMT -5
Ryan glared at her. "Yup, that's me," he growled. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. Not happening," he said, narrowing his eyes at her. Ryan now stayed still as she began shouting at him again. "I don't know..." he said simply, looking at her. "Hey, I'm not suicidal!" he growled, picking up her low tone. He shrugged. "Whatever, doesn't matter," he said. No way was he backing or shying away again.
He glared at her at her response that he never kissed a girl. "Don't get any ideas," he snarled. Yeah, he was right about the exploding when he didn't know about cookies idea. It was rather loud in this deserted area. "Well, a lot of things, according to you," he snarled as she asked what was wrong with him. She grabbed him and started to shake him. Ryan had a sort of flash back about his aunt and tried to hit her hands away from him, but they were already away and over her mouth.
What had he said wrong this time? Girl, cookies. Bike? It had to be about the bike. Whatever it was. Childhood. "Er..." he thought. "Not really...?" he asked uncertainly. She grabbed him by the shoulders again and he tried to get her off. "Um..." he thought. Dog...dog... "Isn't that just a smaller version of a hell hound?" he asked. He only knew this because someone had told him that hell hounds looked like larger and more ferocious than a regular dog. He hadn't really known what a dog was, so he had just nodded. First time he saw a hell hound was what his impression of a dog must of been. Just smaller. "No," he said as she asked if he knew anyone with a dog.
Played catch? "Uh...played catch the dagger with my aunt, if that's close..." Ryan said, a slight growl creeping into his voice, he looked at her. Yup, one of the many fun training games that his aunt had played with him. The time with his aunt had not been fun. That had been around twelve years of torture. "Uh...pizza?" he asked. He was so going to get it from her. "DisneyLand? Is that a disease or something?" Ryan of course knew it wasn't. It had 'land' in it. But that was just how foreign an idea it was to him.
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Post by *nike* on May 7, 2010 21:54:42 GMT -5
"Pshaw, you wish I would kiss you," Nike blew a kiss, not caring if it would make him uncomfortable or not. "I've heard that I'm an excellent kisser!" She waggled her eyebrows, purposefully trying to make him uncomfortable now. In her opinion, the only really important kisses were included the first kiss and the first kiss with anyone you really truly loved. Glancing over at him, she noticed some sort of recognition blaze in his eyes. Or maybe she had imagined it, but she highly doubted that.
OHMYGOD! She screamed in her head, withdrawing her hands at his clear signs of anger and annoyance. "We're buying you a dog." Nike nodded her head, trying to figure out where the dog could go. She wasn't quite sure on whether or not a dog would be allowed to stay at camp. Well they had that giant hell-hound so they should. She'd put in a request. "German Shepherd, maybe. Or border collies are just adorable! Uh..Golden Retriever possibly." She rambled on, talking more to herself then to Ryan.
"Umm.....Is your aunt abusive?" Nike questioned, figuring that you would probably have to catch the dagger on the blade occasionally which would seriously hurt. "I don't know what's more disturbing..Bikes, pizza, Disneyland.." Snapping her fingers with a purpose, the purple sharpie and a pad of paper appeared in her hands. Taking to the paper vigorously with the pen, she scribbled down each activity that she figured he hadn't done yet or any food that he hadn't heard of. "Okay this girl thing's going to be a problem. To kiss one, you'd actually need someone to be able to be around you for more than five seconds. And pizza, we need the real experience, I'll have to take you to Pizza Hut. I'm sure Chiron will let us bake some cookies with the camp stove. Riding a bike, well that one will probably be a problem. There's a reason people learn how to when they're kids. Disneyland...You'd probably kill yourself because it's just too happy there for you. So scratch that. An all-nighter, easy. Except I'll have to be there of course because who else would stay up with you for that long. Dog, no problem." Nike reviewed through the list, jotting down more things.
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 8, 2010 8:06:29 GMT -5
Ryan snorted. "Not at all," he said, glaring at her, but not backing away at all. He waved his hand as she blew him a kiss, rolling his eyes. "Does that include other people gagging?" asked in a snicker. Yup, he was slipping back into his old self. Right now though, he felt that he was more or less neutral. Not back to his snap-your-arm-off-for-breathing, but not mushy either. He doubted that he would ever be mushy.
The fifteen year old stared at her. "I don't want a hell hound as a pet!" he said, incredulously. The goddess started to ramble on about...something. It sounded like types of dogs, or hell hounds, or whichever. Ryan still wasn't sure that there was a difference. "What the heck are those?" he asked, looking at her strangely. "There are different types of hell hounds?" he asked, slightly curious now.
He looked at her, then snorted. "You could call her that," he said. In his book, that was the perfect description. If there was some word stronger than abusive, then Kathleen would be that. He had a lot of scars on his hands and arms, a few on his back, a really big one from where Edmund had hit him, a few in his shoulders, on his legs...yeah. He was pretty much scarred up.
"Their names are that disturbing?" Ryan asked, puzzled. "Are they bad?" he asked. He wasn't trying to be funny at all, he just wasn't sure what they were. "What are those things, anyway?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him again. "I don't want to kiss one!" he said, disgusted. "Pizza Hut?" he asked. "What is pizza, any way?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. What was coming out of her mouth now, as much as he hated to admit it, was really confusing him. Stove. He gave a very slight flinch. "I'll let you do the baking," he said in a slight mutter.
"Riding a bike?" he asked. "Why? Is it hard?" he asked. Now he was beginning to shift to his nicer personality. He was interested and curious and everything now. What Nike was saying was throughly confusing him, and, as much as he was hating to admit it, it was making him interested. How she was stating these things was making him sort of interested. Ryan stared at her. "Okay then, Disney Land is out then," he said. "What is an all nighter?" he asked. "Uh...dog...? What are those exactly?" he asked, he wasn't sure if he had given her exactly what she wanted when he had said 'smaller versions of hell hounds'.
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Post by *nike* on May 8, 2010 12:34:16 GMT -5
Nike smirked lightly, leaning closer towards him. She had no actual intentions to kiss him, just to annoy him. "You wouldn't even know what a good kisser is, lip-virgin." She teased, laying back down and rolling onto her stomach. "I would bet that you are a terrible kisser," She added, nudging him playfully with her elbow. Letting her face lay flat against the grass, she sprawled out, soaking up the sun happily.
"Hey! They are not hell hounds! They are dogs." She protested, deciding on a border collie. They were adorable, loyal, and....well adorable. Definately a girl dog, maybe a Molly. Or a boy named Shep. "Fine, I'll buy myself a dog. You'll learn to love 'em eventually." The goddess mumbled, spitting out grass that had gotten in her mouth. "Bleh," She shook her head, brushing some dirt off of her face. "Now help me out here. Boy or girl?" She questioned, figuring he should have some say in the matter. It would be like a co-ownership. Except she already had a feeling that if she got a dog, he would so not help out.
Nike's face softened and she focused her eyes on the Ares kid. Family was supposed to love each other, not hurt each other. Of course her family hated her, but at least they never physically hurt her. "Do you stay here year-round now?" She asked quietly, wondering if he actually continued to go home to an abusive family. "I assume you don't want to talk about it," Nike guessed, trying to catch a glimpse of an scars on his hands from 'catch the dagger'.
The girl let out a small curt laugh. "No, the fact that you have never heard of any of it is disturbing." She corrected, making a little flip book out of the corners of the notepad. "Uh no, they're like freaking amazing!" Nike exclaimed, sighing at he thought of a large cheese pizza. "Maybe we can cheat on the pizza." She suggested, waving her fingers a large box appearing in front of her, with big letters running across it that spelled out Pizza Hut. Nike reached forward, flipping open the box lid. "Mmmmm," She mumbled as the tasty aroma of cheese pizza wafted through the air. Picking out a medium sized piece, she took a bite, savoring it. "Delicious! Go ahead, try it," The goddess gestured towards the pizza, taking another big bite. "Problem with baking?" Nike asked as he flinched when she mentioned ovens.
"Well it's really easy once you get the hang of it. You might fall off a lot at the beginning but you'll be fine. The immortal decided, figuring he would be all 'i'm so awesome, falling doesn't hurt me'. She snorted to herself, continuing to nibble on her pizza while she watched Ryan. "Basically just stay up all night. Don't sleep. Maybe we could watch a bunch of horror movies and make those cookies, ooh or just eat the cookie dough. And you would find out what a dog is if you would adopt one," She answered, considering one of the semi local animal shelters.
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 8, 2010 14:05:34 GMT -5
Ryan glared at her and made no move to back off as she got closer to him. A bit invading of personal space, but he could stand it. "To true," he growled. He watched her lay back down. "Yeah, you're probably right, as I've never done it," he said, shrugging. Nike nudged him playfully and he looked at her, not really sure what to do. He had used to know what teasing and having fun was, but he had forgotten.
"But isn't a dog a small hell hound?" he asked, looking at her confusedly. Dogs, hell hounds, pizza, cookies, sleepovers...how many other things was she going to confuse him with? He nodded and shrugged. "Okay, you do that," he said as she came up with the idea of buying herself a dog. Ryan snorted. "Probably not," he growled. He looked over at her as she gave an exclamation of distaste. "You alright?" he asked. There he went into his nicer personality. "Uh...doesn't matter..." he said as she asked which gender of dog he would want.
The fifteen year old felt Nike's eyes on him the next second. "Always have," he said shortly as Nike asked if he was a year rounder. "Haven't heard from her since she dumped me here, so I have no reason to go back to her," he said, shrugging. "Eh, whatever," he muttered, giving a slight shrug. He was slipping again. He have himself a mental hit on the head. Its not hurting you. Yeah, it didn't hurt being nice. Much... He saw her trying to get a look at his hands, he exhaled through his nose, and turned his hands palm up.
He looked at her in confusion. "It is?" he asked. "Does everyone but me know about them?" he asked. "So I guess you hold them in high esteem," he said, shrugging as she said that they were amazing. "Cheat on the pizza...?" he asked, he watched as she made some appear. "What's a Pizza Hut?" he asked. He looked at the stuff in the box. It looked slightly revolting. "Uh, no," he said. Darn it, she had seen him flinch. "Sorta..." he muttered. Not so much with baking, more like he was scared someone would shove him in one. Wonder who gave him that idea... he rolled his eyes.
"Oh," he said. "Is it like playing jump the pikes?" he asked. Stay up all night? "I've been out of camp out of curfew, but never stayed up all night long," he said. "I usually have some sleep then go out," he said. Ryan's stomach half sank. He was opening up more and he was becoming nicer. Okay? So what was the problem with that? Ryan gritted his teeth. There we go again with the internal battle.
He looked at her. "Movies?" he asked. He was feeling like she was going to shout at him for this as well. "I mean, I've heard about them, but never seen one," he said quickly. "Isn't it on this big screen with moving images sort of?" he asked, trying to remember what Edmund had told him about movies. "Dough?" he asked. "Is that what you make the cookies out of?" he asked, making a face. It didn't sound to good. He shrugged. "Maybe," he said.
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Post by *nike* on May 8, 2010 17:58:07 GMT -5
"Nothing wrong with being single." Nike claimed, picturing the last boyfriend she had. Yeah, that didn't turn out too well. Joshua was his name, actually. Was being the correct term useage. His bones had probably disintegrated in his coffin by now. That was back sometime in the 1800s. "Wow, my love life is just as pathetic as his," She grumbled to herself, unsure whether or not Ryan could hear that or not.
Nike sighed, considering the question. "Well yeah sort of. But they aren't nearly as mean." She replied, finishing off her slice of pizza quickly. Wiping the grease off on her shorts, she decided against another piece. Nike smiled comfortably to herself, sensing his brief moment of concern. "Yeah, just choking to death on some grass." Exaggeration was clear in her words. It doesn't matter? Of course it matters! She silently added. Sighing dramatically, she opened her mouth to pose another question. "Well then fine, could you at least pick a name?"
The corners of her lips twithed downward into a small frown. Well that's just downright depressing, She scooted over so that she was sitting across from him instead of beside him. To her, eye contact was considerably important for conversations about bad things that happened in someone's past. "If you want to talk about it, I'm always here to listen." The girl offered, taking hold of one of his wrists. Looking carefully at his palm she could see all of the little marks and scratches that scarred them. "Want me to kick her good-for-nothing a**?" Nike asked, her purple eyes sparkling mischieviously as she traced one of the larger scars on his palm with her finger.
"Yes, but don't feel bad just because you lived under a rock your whole life. Oh and eat the pizza or I force feed it to you, and then dump the rest of it all over your head." The immortal smiled innocently, completely serious about dumping the pizza on his head. His aunt or mom or whoever raised him must have been seriously horrible because this I like talking to a caveman She complained internally, a brief Geico commercial flicking through her head. Rubbing at her temples gently, she tried to figure out how to really explain any of this. "Okay I don't know what jumping the pikes is. Movies require the actual experience not just knowing what they are. I assume we will pick something that could match your personality. So probably some movie where everyone dies in the end. Quarantine or Saw maybe. Or some cannibalistic movie, because there are like hundreds of those out there," Nike listed off, trying to sum up most of his questions. "And bravo, cookie dough does make cookies," She clapped her hands together lazily. Sheesh, this is tiring. The goddess ran her fingers through her hair, trying to push it out of her face again.
[[Sorry I lost most of my post and then I got a little miffed about it so I summed up that last answering paragraph]]
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 8, 2010 20:38:42 GMT -5
Ryan shrugged. "Whatever," he muttered. He didn't really want a girlfriend, anyway. He heard what she said, slightly, but he pretended he didn't. Ryan nodded. "Oh, alright," he said, as she said that dogs were not as mean as hell hounds. That was good. Ryan gave a slight snicker. "Don't let it kill you," he said, slightly flat. "Nope," he said. "I'm not coming up with the name either," he said, half glaring at her.
The fifteen year old dropped his gaze, but then looked at her as she was right infront of him. He shrugged. "Yeah, I know," he muttered. She took one of his wrists, he thought for a second about yanking away, but he didn't. Ryan exhaled through his nose and shrugged. "Nah, its fine," he said flatly. He looked at his own hand. Gee, he kept forgetting how many times he had actually caught the blade by accident. Not fun.
Pizza...it didn't look that appetizing. He shrugged. "Oh," he said. "Well, I guess I have then," he said indifferently. He looked at the pizza again. "I'm not eating that!" he said, a look of disgust on his face. He glared at her as she threatened to force feed him then dump the rest over his head. "Better hope you're immortal," Ryan hissed under his breath. That stuff looked...just gross to him.
"Oh, you don't know that game?" he asked, puzzled. "You stand on a platform and then there are logs that are turning and you need to jump from one to another and try not to fall off and into the pit of pikes," he said. Ryan stared at her. "Uh...okay...?" he asked more than said. Some crazy movie ideas. The ones that Ed had told him were like, The Lion King and other stuff like that. "So I got one thing of your ridiculous list right," Ryan said, rolling his eyes slightly.
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Post by *nike* on May 8, 2010 21:03:59 GMT -5
"I bet you want it to kill me," She sniffled, playing fake hurt by the thought. "Because you don't love me!" A tear rolled down her cheek. She was quite the good actress and she had totally nailed fake crying. Wonder if he's uncomfortable with crying, guess I'll find out, She buried her head in her hands, more fake tears splashing onto her palms. "Oh and fine, but I'm naming the dog Ryan Jr or Ryan II." Her voice muffled by her hands.
"Alright, but if you change your mind, I'm always fine with killing someone." She nodded her head earnestly, still distracted by the scars on his hands. There were so many of them, criss-crossing, some parallel to the others and some which looked more recent than the others. A frown now seemed quite permanent on Nike's face, almost like she had never smiled before. "When did it all start?" The goddess asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Where else did she hurt you?" She added in, looking up at his grey eyes.
"Fine," Nike grumbled, still considering taking the pizza and dumping it down his shirt. She decided against it though, because he would probably only hate the world, and her, more then. "Will you at least eat the cookies when I make them?" She asked, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout.
Nike made a weird face and considered how that could possibly be close to riding a bike. "Uh no..But doesn't it just sound like so much fun!" She smiled, her smile and voice sarcastic. "Well you can pick the movies. We could go to like Hastings and you can pick whatever movies you want, my treat of course! And we'll get some Coke and popcorn and of course cookie ingredients! It'll be so much fun, If. You. Let. It" Nike stressed the last part, knowing he was fully capable of sucking the fun out of the whole night.
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