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Post by Ryan Simons on May 8, 2010 21:20:42 GMT -5
Ryan smirked slightly. "You bet," he said. "I disown him or her," he said glaring at her slightly and not really minding that she was crying. The fifteen year old stared at her. Okay, that was unlike her to be on the death threatening side. "Okay...?" he asked. "I'm sure I won't," he said. He never really liked the idea of killing. Sure, he was the I-kill-you-when-you-look-at-me type. He bash them up, but not intentionally want to kill them. His stomach flipped. Well...he did kill once person...
The goddess looked sort of intrigued by all of his scars on his hands. When did it all start? Oh, him getting the marks. He thought. Well, she had had him do staff when he was three and then two years later it was... "When I was five," he said, shrugging slightly. "Uh..." he thought and looked at her. "Well, I'm pretty much marked up everywhere..." he muttered. "I sort of did it to myself," he said, then thought how that statement could be looked at by her. "--not suicidally!" he added incase she got the wrong idea. "During training, I'd always get pummeled," he said.
"You better not," Ryan growled. He rolled his eyes. "Maybe, but I'm not going near the oven," he said flatly. He shrugged. "Eh. Wasn't to bad after you learned how to keep your balance and stopped falling off," he said. "Uh...okay?" he said, more in an ask than an agreement. What she said to him still confused him a lot sometimes.... one more question. Well two. "What's Coke and Popcorn?"
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Post by *nike* on May 8, 2010 22:10:17 GMT -5
"Oh my gosh. You totally suck. You don't even care that I'm crying?!" She sniffled, wiping away her fake tears. "Granted I wasn't really crying, but if I had been then you would be like a serious a**hole." Nike smacked his leg lightly, not enough to hurt though. Wow...well he really probably is a terrible friend. But whatever.. Her mind trailed off, she was determined to make this into some kind of friendship no matter how weird and hard it would be.
"When you were five?" Nike asked, picturing other little kids when they were five. They were learning how to ride bikes. And he was getting beat up in 'training' sessions. "But did you have a say in the training?" The goddess questioned, her finger trailing along a scar that ran up his arm. It reminded her of one on her stomach that was actually from her dad during the first Titan war. She remembered what her response had been to him slashing her stomach with a sword. 'Love you too, daddy! Right before she had hit him with a chair..Classic move, she thought at least. "Want to see my scar? Only one but it's pretty funky." She said, lifting up her shirt a little bit, revealing a long jagged scar that ran from right below her bra down to the beginning of her thigh. "At least it looks cool." Nike commented, still sad that her father hadn't even hesitated when he went at her. He didn't even care that they were related, or that he had hurt her, both physically and emotionally.
"Fine fine okay then. But seriously, what's your problem with the oven?" She asked, wondering if this was another tragic tale in the life of Ryan. Which would make an excellent soap opera. "Oh my god! Now I have to come up with a theme song! Oooh! Comatose by Skillet maybe!" She accidentally spoke up out loud. "Uh, ignore that." Nike requested, still picturing the little opening credits for the show. "Coke is a beverage, very sugary. Popcorn is a light, delicious snack usually accompanied by a movie and cuddling. But we will skip the cuddling."
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 9, 2010 6:40:20 GMT -5
"I know I do," the fifteen year old said, rolling his eyes. "No," Ryan growled. "I don't," he said. Gee, if she was still thinking about becoming friends with him, this would be an awkward and slightly crazy friendship. He shrugged. "Whatever," he was used to name calling. He had been called worse. She hit his leg and he chose to ignore it. Gee, she was so stubborn.
"Uh-huh," he said, looking at her as she kept looking at his marks. Wow, now that he was looking at them for a much longer a time than usual he had to ask himself. Did I really get that banged up? Well, yeah, if the scars were there to prove it. "Not really, no," he said, shrugging. But he was used to it. He looked at her. "Sure," he said. He looked at her. "Wow...that's quite a mark," he said, tilting his head very slightly. "Eh," Ryan said. "No scars are cool, they hurt like heck and you can never get them off when you want to hide them," he muttered. He was talking both physical and emotional.
The fifteen year old exhaled through his nose. Gee, he was opening up way to much with her now. Well, he had started it, he couldn't back out now. "I almost got shoved into one," he muttered. Yeah, life of Ryan Simons, get shoved into ovens, get beat up by his aunt during training, living under a rock. The good stuff. "Huh? What's that?" he asked as she mentioned a song name that could be a theme song. "Oh," he said. He had never had a lot of sugary things in his life. "Yeah, defiantly, or I may have to cut your arms off," he muttered.
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Post by *nike* on May 9, 2010 10:33:02 GMT -5
"That is so mean," Nike pointed out, knowing that he wouldn't care anyway. She figured that maybe at best he would have asked 'Are you okay?' but no, just a simple..uh whatever. Apparently she was wrong again. "Maybe you and that girl from the Hades cabin could get together. Haven't actually met her, but I'm sure she's mean and never cries, so this right here wouldn't be problem." She suggested, referring to the fake crying session.
Wow that is one messed up aunt.. The goddess gave a low whistle. "Well then if you didn't really have a say in the training, then no, it's not your fault. Gods, you were five. A little kid! Not some kind of machine." She pointed out, recalling that at that point in her life she had been picking flowers and making those little wreaths out of dandelions. Those were fun.. Nike commented to herself, looking around for any little dandelions but sadly there weren't any. "Yeah but they only hurt for a little while, and I really don't see the point in hiding them. It's not like anybody knows what mine's from so it's just fine with me." Unless they start asking what it's from, that's a problem on my part. She added silently.
Shoved into an oven? Nike pursed her lips together, not quite sure what to say to that. Her eyebrows were furrowed and she help up one finger to indicate for him to give her just one minute. "Um, okay. Three things." She stated. They were actually questions but it wasn't that big of a deal. "One. Who tried to shove you in an oven?" Nike asked, ticking it off on her finger. "Two. Why did they try to shove you in an oven?" She continued, holding up another finger before she reached the third. "And lastly. Was said oven on when whoever it was tried to shove you into it?"
"Oh uh nothing. Just making up the soap opera that is your life. The Troubled Times of Ryan Simons...Like it?" The goddess asked. Personally she thought it was an okay name for a soap opera. "Yeah I figured as much." She responded to his 'cutting off her arms' comment. "Anyways do you have any movie recommendations, that you maybe heard of? Or anything in particular I should bring? Like chocolate, although you don't know what that is.." [/blockquote]
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 9, 2010 19:40:25 GMT -5
Ryan rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and looking at her coolly. The fifteen year old rolled his eyes. "No way in Hades," he growled. He wasn't interested in becoming friends with any of the other demigods. "You should of become an actress or something," he said. "They could defiantly use your fake crying," he growled.
"Well, yeah, it sort of was because I didn't duck or whatever in time," he said, shrugging. "Eh, I got used to it," he said in a half mutter. "Yeah, I was five...so?" he asked, looking at her. To him it was quite obvious, then again, he had bias because he had grown up around it: "You adapt or die," Ryan said simply. He shrugged. "Some hurt longer than others, depending on how you take care of them," he said flatly. "Well, its sort of hard to hide mine as they're every where, and I don't exactly want to wear long pants or sleeves or gloves my entire life," he said, shrugging.
"Really? Only three?" Ryan asked, sarcasim creeping into his voice again. He looked at her. "Do you really need to ask that by now?" he snored as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "My aunt," he said matter of factly. "She tried to shove me in because...." he thought. "Uh..." he tried to remember, odd that he had just forgotten. Usually these traumatic things stay with people. "Hey, it was a while ago... give me a sec." Ryan continued to try and remember. "I was using my imagination or guessing at something," he finally remembered. Was the oven on? Huh. "Gee, you had to pick the hard questions..." he grumbled and continued to think. "I dunno, it wasn't on, I don't think," he said, then remembered something, "but she had just cooked dinner in there," he muttered.
The fifteen year old rolled his eyes. "Oh, spectacular," he said sarcastically. "Great, you're finally catching on," he growled. "Uh..." again with the movies. "No, not really," he said. "Edmund said something about The Lion King, but I have no idea what it's about," he said. Great, he had brought up Edmund again. He bet his disk that she'd start asking who he was again. He stared at her. "You mentioned chocolate when you told me about cookies," he recalled. "You called them chocolate chip cookies," he remembered. She guessed right. "Yeah, I have no idea what chocolate is."
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Post by *nike* on May 9, 2010 20:17:51 GMT -5
"Yeah I dunno.." Nike trailed off, picking at some dirt that had gotten under her fingernails. "Well fine then. Will you at least make a moderate effort at being my friend?" She asked, knowing that it was quite a big request at least for him. "Yeah..Thought about it, but decided why waste my talent on silly humans." She mumbled, smoothing out her t-shirt. "'Course there are some seriously attractive men in Hollywood..But, oh well, they are too much hassel anyway." The goddess waved away the thought, thinking of some oh-so-delicious actors. Not that the other gods were horrible looking, just very self-centered and cocky.
"The point is you shouldn't have had to get used to it. Five year olds ride bikes. You know? Those things you know nothing about because your aunt is crazy." She was clearly not a big fan of abuse, including animal abuse. They were simply adorable. Kids...Eh, sometimes a tad annoying and loud. "Buy a creepy trench coat and hide out in alleys..Hides the scars and you look like a complete stalker/rapist." Nike gave a sarcastic thumbs up.
"Yeah, I suppose that was question wasn't necessary. Doesn't hurt to double check though." The brunette pointed out, drumming her fingers on the pizza box lid. "Imagination is like two thirds the fun of being a kid." Nike exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. Completely ridiculous. "So uh was she trying to commit first degree murder or was that just an added bonus of scarring you for life?"
The goddess let out a girlish squeal at his recommendation for The Lion King. "Edmund is an awesome movie critic! I love that movie!" She smiled, clapping her hands together excitedly. "Right...we'll get to the chocolate problem eventually. So..Who exactly is Edmund? Not being pushy..Just curious. You don't have to say though, but it would be awesome if you did but no pressure." She rambled on, contradicting herself at every turn. [/blockquote]
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 11, 2010 19:53:07 GMT -5
Ryan rolled his eyes. "Do you ever know anything?" he said in a slight growl. He shook his head in slight disgust. Girls and their nails. She asked if he could put in a moderate effort to be her friend. Friend? He stared at her, about to tell her: Yes, when I've been in the underworld for 400 years and you finally get to meThe bushes moved. Ryan's eyes widened slightly and he took the staff that was in his hand and looked around. A boy, slightly bigger than Ryan leapt out and tackled him. Ryan gave a slight yelp of surprised and rolled with him. The opposite boy took a swipe at Ryan's legs. Ryan rolled backwards and scrambled up again. The boy also had a staff they both swiped at eachother at the same time. Their staffs met and the shock went up Ryan's arm, as did the other boy's. They both stood there, glaring at eachother. Then Ryan dropped his staff and grinned. "Hi, I'm Ryan," he said, smiling. "Want to be friends?" The other boy looked at him and smiled. "Sure!" he said, his face loosing into a grin as well and dropping his staff. "I'm Edmund." He partially opened his mouth. He tried to remember how it felt like, having friends and having fun. He couldn't really remember, but of what he did, he thought he liked it. He weighted the possiblities. There were a bit more postivie than negitive. Well, she's a goddess, so she won't really ever leave you. he said in his head. Well, yeah. That could be both good and bad. "Fine," he muttered. He shrugged. "Okay, whatever, your decision," he said indifferently. Ryan shrugged. "Oh, well, fact of the matter is that I did," he said. "Uh...no. What are bikes?" he asked as she said that word again. "They're hard to ride, right? And they're not like Jump the Pikes?" Ryan looked at her. "True..." he muttered, he had no idea about half the things she was talking about. "Eh...she wasn't that bad," he muttered. He stared at her. "Yeah," he said, rolling his eyes. "I'll defiantly do that," he said sarcastically. The fifteen year old looked at her. "Whatever," he said, shrugging. Ryan looked at her. "Well, I guess I wasn't allowed to have one, then," he said matter of factly. "She didn't let me do a sixteenth of the things normal kids do," he said. He snorted. He had been pushed out of his childhood very quickly. Forget about having fun as a kid. "Fun...sure," he said. He had never had much fun in his life. Ryan shrugged. "You could look at it either way, I suppose. She wanted to murder me all of the time and I'm sure it'd just be fun for her to watch me become scared of going into the kitchen. It was either I cook my own food or I start my own garden," he said, shrugging. Ryan clamped his hands over his ears as she squealed. "Gods..." he grumbled. "Oh," he said, looking down. "Glad you like it," he said. "Okay," he said, keeping the chocolate at the back of his mind. He was right. He kept his disk. Nike brought up Edmund again. He exhlaled. She'd just keep asking him to the point of great annoyance. Whatever, just get it over now and it'd be done with. "Fine," he muttered. "Edmund was my..." he hesitated, he hadn't said this word in a long time. "...friend." Guilt hit him so suddenly he felt slightly light headed. But friends don't kill one another.
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Post by *nike* on May 11, 2010 20:55:48 GMT -5
Nike shrugged, contemplating her answer. "I'm good at throwing parties, winning at stuff, fighting....and well doodling. I know that stuff.." She offered, frowning a tad bit. She really wasn't all that great at a lot of things. Maybe I should work on that, She trailed off. He was definately good at making her feel bad about herself. And just at making her feel bad about life in general. Compiling two lists in her head, she frowned as she realized that the cons greatly outweighed the pros.
Pros & Cons of this friendship: Pros- Getting to have a movie night. Teaching someone to ride a bike. Cons- Ryan's: depressing, angry, negative, very very mean. Makes me feel bad about myself. Made me cry once already. Makes me think about all the negative parts in my life. Not particularly committed to this friendship. Quite possibly hates me even though he said he didn't. He hates the world. Oh and he is very mean.
Not looking too hot. Nike wrinkled up her nose. This was not putting her in a very good mood. "Really?" She double-checked, genuinely suprised by his response. After a long pause, a wide smile stretched across her face. "Can I have a hug now?" She requested, giving her best puppy dog look. "You don't even have to participate in the hug." The goddess added, figuring that it would be a very awkward hug but it would be progress.
"Um...I'm really bad at explaining stuff..But a bike is a two wheel...source of transportation. You hold onto two handlebars while your feet rest on two pedals that you well pedal to make the bike move. I don't really know how else to explain it." Nike mumbled, scratching her head thoughtfully. "Not like Jump the Pikes. Way more fun." She piped up, rolling her eyes at his comment about his aunt. "Your tone says otherwise." Nike plucked a piece of grass from the ground, twirling it around her fingers.
"And you say she isn't that bad? She sounds like a monster. She sounds like...like..the god of fear! Crazy, horrible, and sadistic. No offense." The brunette pointed out, automatically recognizing those traits in her father as well. He hadn't been that way before the war, just during and well of course after. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around her legs trying to prevent the shudder that passed through her body despite her protest. She wouldn't have normally minded but she knew that it probably hadn't gone unnoticed by the Ares boy.
A couple different responses came to her lips including: "Ha ha, but seriously who is he?", "OMG you have friend!" and "Was he always PMSing like you?. But Nike didn't reply with any of those. "Was? What happened?" She asked, noticing that there was some twinge of emotion in his face. Sadness? No. Depression? No. Guilt? She was quite frankly suprised. Why would he feel guilty?
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 12, 2010 19:28:08 GMT -5
Ryan rolled his eyes. "Yippee for you," he said flatly. His head was still slightly drifting, but he saw a frown on her face. "What?" he asked, slightly dizzy. "Yeah," he said, half thinking he was going to regret this. "Really," he said. He stared at the goddess. Hug? "No," he said in a slight growl. "Okay then," he said, looking at her. "I won't then," he said, shrugging.
"Oh," Ryan said, trying to imagine such a contraption. "Interesting..." he muttered, still thinking on how someone could ride it to him. He shrugged. "Maybe," he said. He hadn't really been exposed to a lot of fun in his life, so he wasn't so sure what the definition of fun was anymore. Same with joking around. He used to know how, but he forgot.
He looked at her. Had it? Well, she had raised him and everything. At least she didn't kill him. Well, it was always her intention to. But she didn't. There went the head battle again. "Yeah, she's a long those lines," he said. He snorted. "No offense taken," he said, shrugging. The son of Ares looked at her and noticed an involuntary shiver, she had tried to prevent it by wrapping her arms around her legs. "You alright?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.
The fifteen year old knew that guilt had went right into his face when he had said that. Dang it. He hoped she didn't-yeah. She noticed that. Why did he let himself tell her about Edmund again?! Great, now she wouldn't let this go. Oh, well. He'd have to swallow all of this. He half opened his mouth, his stomach slightly dropping. "He..." just say it. "He died," Ryan said. "And I..." he couldn't say it. He felt walls pressing against him. Guilt took over him and it forced him to finish his sentence. He said it before he could stop himself. "And I killed him."
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Post by *nike* on May 12, 2010 20:00:46 GMT -5
Nike cocked her head to the side, obviously confused. "So wait....Is this a no to the hug or a yes?" She asked, biting down on her lower lip. Something she did frequently when she was confused or didn't understand something. So really she bit her lip a lot. Considering the reply, she didn't wait for a confirmed no. Instead she just leaned forward, and basically fell right into his lap as she pulled him into a more than awkward hug. Yet she didn't mind too much. As she removed her arms, she just sat there awkwardly in his lap. "So...I suppose you want me to move." The goddess nodded her head as if considering it. "Well suck it up." She told him, anticipating his growled yes. Instead of moving she just swung her legs over the side of his legs and rested her palms on the grass behind her.
"I'd say so...Oh! This means I will have to teach you ice skating too. Ah..This will be fun." Nike laughed to herself, picturing him falling on his butt once he got out on the ice. Funny thought really. She could just see his murderous face now. "Dont ask what that is," She added, not really wanting to try and fail at explaining something else.
"Hmm," The girl mumbled, trying to picture this aunt in her head. Maybe she would have to do a little research on the aunt. Nike tilted her head back and forth a couple times, mulling over the oh so simple but yet so difficult question. Was she alright? "Kind of?" She replied, though it was more of a question than an actual statement.
Nike's mouth dropped open, but with some effort she quickly closed it. What exactly is there to say to that? The goddess asked herself. Not many things silenced her but she was honestly stumped. "Uhh," Was the brilliant response that escaped her lips. Blushing at her stupidity and her insensitivity. "May I inquire as to why?"
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 12, 2010 20:39:05 GMT -5
"Its a no," Ryan growled, she hadn't waited for it. Before he could get up or stop her or anything, she fell into his lap and pulled him into a hug. He froze, half in shock. It felt really weird, he had never given a hug or gotten one, but he had seen them. They were things of affection, so, naturally, he didn't make any more to hut her back. He was about to shove her off when she let go, he glared at her. Now he so regretted saying 'yes' to moderately trying to be friendly. "Well, yeah, you should if you want to keep your head," he growled. She didn't get up off of him, so Ryan tried to last thing he could think of. He leaned backwards onto his hands slightly and bent them. He let all the energy settle into his arms and legs, he suddenly pushed himself off the ground and tried to spring up onto his legs to force her off. "Ice skating?" he made a face. "Isn't that where I have to keep my balance on the ice?" he asked. He looked at her, half knowing she was going to say 'no' to this. "Is it like Ice Fighting?" he asked. "If you know what that is?" He rolled his eyes. "Oh, it'll be spectacular fun," he said sarcastically. "I sort of think I half know what it is," Ryan muttered. Up to this point, everything she had said sounded foreign to him. But ice skating sort of made sense. He wondered why. Maybe his aunt had mentioned it to him at some point? He wasn't sure, but some where in his mind, he had the basic concept of ice skating along with the Ice Fighting game. The fifteen year old looked at her. It looked like she was analyzing it rather carefully. "If you want to look into her criminal record, you'll find none," he muttered, rolling his eyes. He looked at her a bit oddly. "Why kind of?" he asked. Then he looked at the ground. Wow, he was starting to become stubborn on knowing things, he looked back up. But then again, that had always been him. Besides, now she seemed slightly off. Uh. That was what she had come up with. Well, whatever. He was the one who had to tell her. He sighed and didn't look directly at her. "Well...I didn't take a knife and stab him. I more killed him indirectly," he grumbled. His head felt really light. "Oh? I thought you were the idiot," a younger Ryan snapped back at another boy. "Fine!" the opposite boy sniffed, sounding upset. The boy started moving, almost gracefully into the forest, getting deeper and deeper into it. Ryan couldn't keep up. Edmund had always had this uncanny ability to move alarmingly fast and gracefully through a forest. "Wait!" Ryan called out, the anger melting off his face extremely fast and becoming alarmed. "Don't go-" BANG! Ryan's blood froze. "Ed?" he called. Nothing. "EDMUND?!" Ryan called out, he started moving to where the other boy had disappeared. It was dark in here..."Ow!" Ryan winced as he tripped over something and hit his head on a branch. Where had he landed? What did he fall over? He staggered to his feet, his head still throbbing. He felt dizzy and just stumbled back down again.
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Post by *nike* on May 12, 2010 21:04:15 GMT -5
Nike shrugged, it was already to late for his answer anyways. "I'm immortal dimwit, you should be the one concerned about your head." She replied, as if this should be obvious. Which in fact it really should have been. Anticipating some sort of reaction, Nike wasn't really suprised when he leapt to his feet, trying to knock her off. "Well I didn't really need to be held but if you insist," She teased, hooking her arms around his neck so that she wouldn't fall onto the ground and land right on her butt. "If you liked me so much, you could've just said so. I know I'm quite the catch," She grinned, still hanging onto him.
"Yeah, actually, kind of." The goddess replied, clueless as to what Ice Fighting was. But she figured it probably was just another lovely, abusive game. "It'll have to wait till winter but we can just work on your bike riding skills in the meantime." She suggested, shifting slightly, uncomfortable in her current postition but she was way too stubborn to let go. And plus it was just too much fun!
"Olympus is like a gold mine for information there Rye-Rye. No need for records from people as clueless as the FBI." Nike grumbled, trying out a possible new nickname. "Rye-pie, maybe?" She offered, looking up at him for his opinion. "I suppose I should probably be over it by now. You know my 'cool' scar?" Nike almost used air quotes, but realized if she did she would definately fall on her butt and would be totally humiliated. "Well my dad, as you probably can guess, was a Titan. He was like my best friend actually. But then..Titan War...Stabbed me, without a second thought, mind you...Hit him with a chair...Good times.." She said sarcastically, they were anything but good times. "And there is the origin of my cool scar." Nike frowned, actually suceeding at not stumbling over any of the words. It was compacted perfectly so she wouldn't start crying or freezing up or anything over dramatic.
"How did you kill him indirectly?" She dropped her voice to a soft, gentle level. [/blockquote]
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 13, 2010 16:14:48 GMT -5
Ryan gritted his teeth, half in frustration, the other in just annoyance. "You better hope you're immortal," he growled. His attempt to get her off hadn't worked. He hadn't gotten her off, he had just made it worse. He rolled his eyes. "You're not making it easy for me to put in a moderate effort," he snarled. If she kept this up, there was no way that Ryan would even try to keep up his end of the deal. The fifteen year old tried to duck out of Nike's arms around his neck. "Oh, shut up," he snapped irritably.
"Oh, gods, I've actually gotten one foreign thing you've said to me right," he growled. "I can't wait," he snarled, rolling his eyes. "I'm absolutely jumping for joy," the son of Ares snarled sarcastically. Bike riding still so sounded like Jump the Pikes to him. In fact, Ice Fighting was just the winter version of Jump the Pikes. Instead of logs that he had to keep his balance on, it was sheets of ice. Once, he slipped and almost hit a pike (made of ice for the winter rounds, he still wondered how Kath had learned how to make them. He couldn't really see her in ice sculpting class) but he managed to spin off a separate block and sort of jump while spinning to get his balance back. He landed on the next block, scared to death, but standing. His aunt had sneered at him and asked him if he wanted to try out for ice skating next. Ryan, of course, had no idea what she was talking about.
The fifteen year old rolled his eyes. "Good for Olympus," he snarled. If they had any records about her, he was sure they'd all be horrible. But then again, if they were tracking him, they'd come back with horrible records as well. Rye-Rye? he glared at her, but vaguely remembering someone calling him that at some point of his life. Along with Ry and Stubborn Head. He had aimed at their head with his staff. "No Rye-Rye, or Rye-Pie," he growled. Rye-Pie, that one had to be new, and only Nike could of though of that. The things that annoyed him most. She could of passed for the goddess of annoyance. He rolled his eyes.
He looked at her. No, he hadn't really remembered that her father was a Titan. He had never really paid attention in class. He shrugged. "It's okay if you don't let go of particular things for a while," he said. It was just a statement, not mean or anything. Just there. "Even if you do live for all eternity and don't let go of it," he said. Not mean or sarcastic, but not soft or mellow either. Just neutral. "I'll probably have a bias against ovens and guns for the rest of my life," he said, shrugging. He nodded. "Oh," he said. "That hurts," he muttered. He looked at her again, seeing her frown.
Oh shoot. Back to that topic. Ryan's stomach clenched. He tried to delay his mind from thinking about it as long as he could. As long as he wasn't thinking about it, he was okay. He wouldn't feel guilt or anything. But as soon as he was off by himself or someone brought it up and kept asking, he'd feel it heaver than a staff blow. It was nauseating sometimes. "I'll tell you if you get the frick off me," Ryan said through gritted teeth, trying to stay angry at her and keep his mind off of the topic for as long as possible.
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Post by *nike* on May 13, 2010 17:19:10 GMT -5
"Well I am, so just shut up," She retorted, her voice calm and steady. "Hey! Friends give friends hugs. That's part of the whole friendship process." Nike protested, purposefully letting her leg swing down and 'accidentally' kick him. Lightly though, she wasn't going to add on to this abusive thing. Rolling her eyes at his comment, she glanced up at him. Well, he looks pretty miffed, She grumbled internally. "You have nice eyes." She piped up, her comment totally unrelated to any of their past conversation. The goddess was quite a random one, quite spontaneous as well. Though, where was the fun in doing anything that was already planned out.
"You don't have to be so sarcastic about everything." She mumbled, closing her eyes, briefly considering taking a nap. Of course she didn't trust Ryan not to take her purple sharpie to her face. "It's no fun being a Debbie Downer," The girl pointed out, using one of her favorite expressions. The Ares boy on the other hand probably considered it stupid, she let a small snort. He thinks everything is stupid. A small voice piped up inside her head. Maybe she should have just decided to make it to the Olympics playing volleyball. At least some of those people were nice. But noo, she had to swear on the river Styx. Goddess of idiocy, more likely.
Nike frowned in disappointment. In her opinion, Rye-pie was a pretty good one. Nothing could be used as a nickname for Nike. She had tried to figure it out many times to no avail. "How about just Rye?" She suggested, formulating more nicknames in her head. "Rye-guy. Ryeanator, Ryetro....OH my gods! I've got it!" She helped excitedly, admitting to herself that some of the suggestions were horrible. "Ryealicious!" Nike smiled happily. Oh yeah that was definately the one.
I suppose so, he would be one to know. She prompted, pondering over the thought. Actually she probably would be stuck on that for the rest of her unending life. "Yup.." Nike replied simply, studying his face and neck closely. He was right, there just seemed to be scars everywhere on him. Even if they were just the smallest white line. "Oh by the way, no negative comments right now. We're having a connecting moment and if you say anything, it will so be ruined." The immortal commented, assuming that this was probably going to be rejected with a snort and/or growl.
"You're trying to change the subject on me and it won't work." Nike spoke up stubbornly. With ease, she let go of his neck and landed lightly on her feet. "Now tell me," She suggested, crossing her arms.
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 13, 2010 17:56:57 GMT -5
Ryan rolled his eyes. "Oh gods..." he grumbled. Sometimes I wish you weren't he added silently in his head. This was going to be the pro and con to her becoming his friend. "Sure," he said, rolling his eyes. "Not always!" he snarled. "After a few months," he said, glaring at her. "And its sort of going to be hard becoming your friend if you keep it up this way," he said irritably. She gave him a slight kick. He didn't really feel it. "Yeah, it'll defiantly be hard," he growled, rolling his eyes. "Uh-huh, sure," he snarled. He glared at her. "Yeah, you're right, I don't have to be," he said. "But I am," he said shortly, with a shrug. "What's that?" he asked in confusion. "You're off speaking your foreign language again," he muttered. He blew out. "Fine, Rye is okay," he grumbled. He hadn't been called Ry in quite a while. "Can I call you Nini?" he said, smirking. "No, no and no," he snarled as she came out with more. "What are you? A nickname generator? So help me I have to pull that generator out of you," he snarled. Ryan just nodded. It was odd, a sort of peaceful moment between them. She just responded shortly and simply. Fine with him. Enough with this mushy stuff. Well, he hadn't gone mushy or soft, just a bit off and not himself fully. He noticed she was looking at the marks he had all over him again and half rolled his eyes. He was about to make a smart comment when she butted in. Instead of rebutting her or doing his usual snort, or growl, he just nodded and stayed quiet. A few seconds later, he wondered what the heck had gotten into him. The fifteen rolled his eyes, continuing to try and stay angry at her, but it wasn't working that much. At least she got off. Ryan took a few steps back. That had been way to close for his liking. She was being stubborn. But then again, he could be too. But if someone kept asking and/or he was left in silence and his thoughts for to long, it'd drive him crazy. "I..." he said, then hesitated. Just get it over with! "I knew that someone had a gun, was in the forest and was going after Edmund, but I didn't tell him. We got into a fight and he ran straight into him..." he stopped and forced out the next few words. "...and he got...he got shot." Last sentence, guilt made him say it. "...he-he died in the hospital a few hours later," worse part. "thinking I wanted him dead.""Ryan?" "Yeah?" "Where'd you go?" "Tried to chase you down in the forest." "Oh...did it work?" "No." "Oh...why?" "You were to fast." "Oh...sorry...guess I'm sort of odd when I move through the forest." "Whatever, no problem." "Did you know he had a gun?" ".....yeah." "Did you know he was going to use it? ....on me?" "...." "Ry?" "...." "Did you?" ".....yeah." "Oh....did you know he was in the forest?" ".......yes." "Did...did you want me to run into the forest?" "....no. Ed? ED!"
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