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Post by *nike* on May 13, 2010 18:47:40 GMT -5
"Not entirely true. So long as the friendship is labeled as such then it is acceptable for me to hit you. And vice-versa. Although the last one is highly unlikely." Nike said, establishing the friendship terms. Despite the strangeness of it, she had actually hugged complete strangers. Hugs could make someone else's day, smiles too. Although Ryan wouldn't know anything about that considering he hated hugs and smiles. "No seriously, they're very pretty. Or handsome I suppose would be the correct word. But I don't really like that word. Kind of like rain clouds," She smiled, considering how perfectly they matched his personality. "Fine, I'll find someone else to hug." She shrugged, considering one of the Apollo or Demeter kids. They all seemed pretty nice.
"It's perfect english, thank you very much." The brunette sniffed, smoothing out her now wrinkled apparel. Maybe it was time to go get that dog, he was being quite annoying himself. "No, my nicknames weren't offensive in any way. Yours on the other hand is. So if you insist, pick a different nickname. And seriously what's wrong with Ryealicious?" She asked, wearing a face of fake confusuion. She wouldn't have minded being called Nikelicious, it wasn't horrible and it was kind of cute. So seriously, what was so horrible about that nickname.
Supressing a gasp of shock, Nike covered her mouth with her hand. Poor kid. Well actually poor kids. She didn't know which one was worse, being Edmund and thinking your friend had wanted you to die, or being Ryan and having to live with the guilt. No wonder he was the he was. If that had happened to her, she would've been a bitter person too. "I'm sorry," She whispered, her voice barely audible. Suddenly she wished she hadn't pushed him on talking about it. The stuttering showed just how much it affected him. He didn't exactly seem to be one who would stutter. Nike considered giving a small comforting gesture, but with how the hug went over she doubted that it would be appreciated or wanted. "It wasn't your fault, it-it's not like you really wanted that to happen. You two were just in a fight and sometimes you just say things you don't mean. I'm sure he doesn't blame you," Nike offered quietly, wondering to herself where Edmund was in the Underworld. She wondered if he was still waiting to actually get accepted into his rightful place. Maybe she could put in a request with Hades for Ryan's sake. That didn't of course mean it would happen, but she would feel better if she at least tried. Being dead was quite a hassel, or at least she had heard. She'd only been down there a few times which was definately more than most gods or goddesses.
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 13, 2010 21:02:15 GMT -5
Ryan shook his head and rolled his eyes. "You'd just go up and hug any old person, wouldn't you? Regardless or not if they wanted a hug or not." He looked at her, her words slightly confusing to him. "So, we're permitted to hit eachother then?" he asked in slight confusion. "Mhm," Ryan said, still looking at her oddly. "You're rather random sometimes," he said, shaking his head. "Okay, fine by me," he said. He smirked, "Have a hug fest with Celeste, I'm sure she'd appreciate it. Or that Notos kid who's always on a drama high and threw a cup at my head," he said. "He needs to be creeped out."
The fifteen year old snorted. "Sure, it is. To you," he said, rolling his eyes. "I lived under a rock, remember?" he asked sarcastically. "I don't know half about what you're talking about," he said, shaking his head. He rolled his eyes. "It is very annoying," he growled. "All of them except Ry were," he said. He looked at the goddess and a slight smirk flickered onto his face. "Oh, I know why you find Nini so offensive..." he said. "It means Little Baby in Greek," he said in a slight snicker. "Which is what you act like sometimes," he growled, rolling his eyes.
Ryan was half looking down, but he heard Nike's slight gasp. He decided not to look at her and just started to play with the grass in front of him. "Yeah...." he muttered, twisting it in his fingers and not really knowing what he was saying. He felt sick now. It was all his fault. Just shut up and don't think about it. He didn't really want to do that since Nike had just brought it all back, so he didn't. He just didn't look at her and just kept looking at the ground. He half came back to himself. He shook his head and shrugged it off. "Whatever...it doesn't matter now," he grumbled, a very slight growl trying to break through and to get his rougher side back.
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Post by *nike* on May 13, 2010 21:53:02 GMT -5
"I don't see why I can't do that, so yeah I'd say I would." Nike nodded decisively, biting at her nail, a bad habit of hers. "Well yes but playfully. But agh that's not what I meant sorry. I meant hug!" She corrected herself, wondering how she had gotten the two confused. "Yea, I know. And honestly, I have no idea who those people are." She added, honestly not bothered by being random. She thought of it as a good quality, rather than a bad one. At least no one ever got bored in a conversation with her. Frustrated, annoyed, yes. But never bored.
"I still don't get why you didn't understand that?" The goddess questioned, lifting an eyebrow. Was it nickname? Because it seemed like he understood that just perfectly. And how was Ryealicious annoying? It was a combination between his name and delicious. That was like a compliment every time the nickname was said. Rolling her eyes at him, Nike piped up. "I wouldn't be talking there, ane." She retorted, using a not-so-nice French swear word. "Which is what you are. I suppose you could call me something that at least sounds good. Like I suppose you could call me something mean but at least please pick something that sounds pretty."
Nike sighed in something that was almost frustration. "It does matter, though." She replied quietly, offering her hand in case he did want comfort. But she offered it in a way so that she wouldn't look like an idiot if he didn't take it, which she fully expected him not to. Why would he? He didn't like her, he didn't like anyone. And she honestly couldn't blame him. "It matters if it makes you feel this bad,"
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 14, 2010 13:19:08 GMT -5
Ryan rolled his eyes. "You are crazy," he muttered, shaking his head. "Sure you're the goddess of victory? Not random insanity?" he asked, half glaring at her. He looked at her, trying to piece together what she had said. "Oh, okay...?" he asked more than said. "Aw, drat," he growled. "Yeah, it'll be unlikely the visa vera of you hugging me," he snarled. "Celeste is the Hades girl," he said. "The other boy is in the Notos cabin, I think," he said. "Notos was the gods name he said all to loudly in the Mess Hall, so I'm guessing that's his cabin," the fifteen year old said, rolling his eyes.
"You're just confusing," Ryan growled, glaring at her. "Well, its true," he snarled. "And you're probably cursing me out in whatever other language you just used," he snapped, glaring at her. He shrugged. "Not that into nicknames," he growled. If I ever even start calling you by your name at all. He was surprised that his aunt had even told him his name. Even more so that he even remembered. She had never really called him by it. When he had met Edmund and Alex, he had had to think for a few minutes to remember his name, as sad as it sounded.
Nike did sound slightly frustrated with him. Oh well, whatever. Someone always was, he got used to it. He knew he was asking for it though as he was always stubborn. He couldn't read facial expressions anymore, but he could pick up verbal expression. "Not really," he grumbled stubbornly. His eyes caught her hand moving slightly. He didn't exactly take it, but he didn't exactly not take it either.
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Post by *nike* on May 14, 2010 16:42:20 GMT -5
"Not entirely sure..." Nike teased, winking with her left eye. She honestly probably could have been, of course Mania, the goddess of insanity, probably would've been ticked that Nike was trying to steal her job. Not like it's the best job anyways. The immortal mumbled internally. In fact, she wasn't quite sure who had the best job. Honestly, she didn't find the Big Threes' powers too exciting. Definately not Aphrodite's, Athena's, Ares', Hephaestus'..Nor Artemis', Demeter's or Hestia's. Possibly Apollo's. Nike thought he was quite lucky to get the job of being the god of music. "Yeah...don't care," She decided once he had announced who the people actually were. She might have cared if she had personally known them, but she didnt. "Maybe he's just proud of who his parents are, nothing wrong with that." Nike shrugged, playing with the hem of her shirt.
"Your point?" The goddess lifted an eyebrow, not quite sure what was wrong with being confused. So what it no one else understood what she was saying, she understood it so what was the problem? "That I am...I'm sure you're cursing me out in your head though." She added, pursing her lips together, figuring that the Ares boy had to have quite the colorful vocabulary.
"I disagree," She argued, noticing a slight response to her offered hand. Nothing big, but just like maybe he had acknowledged and thought about it. She considered it progress though. Ryan had acknowleged her hug, but that was clearly different from this reaction. This wasn't a rejection, nor an acception, though it was slowly approaching the acceptance stage. Speaking of stages, Nike could quite clearly tell that in the five stages of grief, Ryan was still stuck on anger. Maybe even stuck there forever. He needed to be cheered up, but Nike wasn't quite sure what she could do to cheer him up. He didn't seem like enjoyed anything other than fighting. "What was Edmund's favorite thing to do as a kid? Not fighting related." She questioned, wondering if maybe the answer could give her an idea.
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 15, 2010 14:17:53 GMT -5
Ryan snorted. "No wonder, then," he said. "You could easily replace the god of insanity and randomness," he said, rolling his eyes. He had met a few people over the past few weeks. He hadn't liked any of them. Why would he like any of them? Why was he deciding to go soft of Nike or... he didn't know anymore. "Yeah, me neither," he grumbled. He shrugged. He didn't particularly like his god parent. He wasn't exactly proud of him. He was pegged for life.
The fifteen year old rolled his eyes. "Whatever, forget it," he growled. This goddess was just confusing. End of story. He shrugged. "Odd as it sounds I never really got into cursing," Ryan grumbled. It was true. He had never really cursed in his life. Kath had. She had cursed him out almost every day of his life.
"To bad, I agree with me," Ryan half muttered, half growled, still trying to get his rough side back. It wasn't working at all. "Huh?" he asked, half not hearing her. What had been Ed's favorite thing to do? "We always went walking through the forest..." Ryan grumbled, not knowing why he was telling her this. He didn't know why he was going soft... he didn't really know anything anymore.
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Post by *nike* on May 15, 2010 14:42:09 GMT -5
Nike smirked and replied as though she wasn't bothered by it, which honestly she really wasn't it. "I'll take that as a compliment, so thank you." She gave a small curtsey as a joke. "I figured as much." She responded, chewing at the inside of her lip again. It was pretty obvious that he didn't really like anyone, so the not caring could pretty much be associated with that.
"Already forgotten." The goddess tilted her head slightly, watching the blade of grass he was still twisting around in his fingers. "That is kinda weird. Not something I would have expected from you, the child of darkness." She replied, plucking another nickname from her head. Didn't sound horrible, and it fit his personality to a 't'. Which I don't get why anyone says to a 't', but if they insist. Nike pursed her lips, mulling that over in her head.
Nike rolled her eyes ever so slightly, muttering something under her breath, so lightly that no one but a god could even tell she was talking. A walk? Understandable, the forest was pretty and it was kind of peaceful if people let it be. "Well then, come on," She said, grabbing his hand, pulling him towards the direction of the forest. "Don't even try to protest, besides being goddess of victory I am also the goddess of strength and speed. So you'll lose if you protest, is basically what I'm saying." The immortal declared, waiting for him to yank his hand away, growl, and stubbornly take the lead, or stubbornly stand there with his arms crossed. [/blockquote]
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 15, 2010 14:55:50 GMT -5
Ryan rolled his eyes. "As I expected you would," he growled. "You're welcome," he said sarcastically. "Yeah," he said, shrugging. He didn't really know know anyone. He didn't really let himself. It was what she had said before. She had hit it right on the head. So yeah, in that point of view, he could see why she was called the goddess of victory. Even if it did annoy him.
He sighed and shook his head. "Great," he muttered, shrugging and dropping it. He raised his eyebrows. "Really?" he asked. "Seriously? Child of Darkness, huh?" he asked, snorting. Better than a child of a not-very-nice-word that his aunt used to call him almost daily. Yeah, surprisingly enough, growing up around cursing, he had never cursed himself.
"Come what-?" Ryan asked, not expecting it and getting dragged to his feet. He half rolled his eyes. She did have a point. Besides, he had never done it after Ed had died, it had been to painful for him. He'd do it, he'd go into the forest, off of curfew. That was the only rule he had ever broken. "Fine," he grumbled and walked without protest. Yeah, he was loosing it and going soft. He gave himself a mental hit.
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Post by *nike* on May 15, 2010 15:13:36 GMT -5
Nike let out a soft sweet laugh, getting more used to his growls, sarcasm and his rudeness. "How sweet of you, mon cheri!" She smiled, referring to him as 'my darling' in French. Which she was sure he would growl at if he knew what she was saying. It was possible since mon cheri was a commonly used phrase, but somehow she found it unlikely that he knew what it meant. Or had really even heard it in his life.
"What? Don't like it?" She questioned, expecting another protest to the idea of nicknames. "At least it's not Ryealicious," The goddess pointed out, fiddling with her necklace again. "Though I would have preferred it." She pouted, giving a fake sniffle. Her sad/disappointed face was actually quite believable and convincing. Though she doubted Ryan would be like 'Aw..you poor thing, of course you can call me Ryealicious'. She figured he would probably rather stab himself in the jaw then be called that. Of course, the goddess of victory was planning on changing that.
The corners of her lips twitched upward as Ryan reluctantly agreed to follow her. It also didn't escape her attention that he was still holding her hand. "Point one for me!" She exclaimed happily to herself, saying it quietly as well so that the demigod wouldn't hear it. "So, did you have any other friends?" She asked, curious if Edmund was the only one. It wouldn't really suprise her if he was though. Maybe we'll have to name the dog Edmund," Nike considered, pine neetles pricking at her bare feet as they got closer to the forest. [/blockquote]
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 15, 2010 21:00:53 GMT -5
Ryan rolled his eyes in disgust. He was sure whatever she had just called him was a good name, but the tone of her voice. It was teasing, so naturally, he figured that whatever she had just called him, would be not that funny to him. "Okay. Whatever it means," he said, rolling his eyes. "Its probably insulting to me."He shrugged. "I never really was given any nicknames. Except Ry and Stubborn Head. The one who called me Stubborn Head felt a staff collide with his head a few seconds later," he said. That had been Edmund. He glared at her. "Don't get any ideas," he snarled. He was thinking she would. "Oh, that would of been just horrible," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "I wouldn't of though," he snarled, not much minding that she looked upset about it. The fifteen year old's head was still slightly out of it. He got half of it back. That half first noticed that he was still holding her hand. He yanked his away from hers, but kept following her, half glaring at her. "Yeah," he muttered as she asked if he had any other friends. "Alex," he said. "But that was it..." he muttered. The only two friends he had had in his life were Alex and Edmund. "He-he left the day after Ed died..." he said, sighing. " And...and I never heard from him again," he grumbled. (I'm sorry my posts are getting so short! )
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Post by *nike* on May 15, 2010 21:28:42 GMT -5
Nike laughed again, the gentle sound almost echoing in the area. "It's not an insult," She pointed out, leaning against a tree as she lifted her foot and pulled out a small pine needle that had gotten stuck in her foot. "Although, you certainly wouldn't like it." She pushed off the tree, venturing further into the forest. It seemed a tad bit chillier in the forest than it had been in the open clearing. Of course that could have simply been because night was making its approach. The only real positive about that was that the stars happened to be quite beautiful. And they were actually visible unlike in the city.
"Another thing you were deprived of," The goddess declared, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she wandered away from any possible paths. What was the fun in knowing where you were going? " C'est tellement triste que je viens peut-cri!" She exclaimed dramatically, wiping a nonexistent tear from her eye. "Loosely translated to: It's so sad that I just might cry" She offered, even though she knew he didn't care what she was saying anyways.
A small frown passed over her face as Ryan yanked his hand away violently. Well apparently she had though wrong when she had thought they were making progress. I know his life is really horrible, but this whole my-life-sucked-so-it's-ok-for-me-to-make-other-people-feel-like-crap act is getting old. She grumbled to herself, walking faster to get slightly away from him, a noticable distance now between them. Nike was quite sure that Ryan had probably noticed that but she didn't particularly care. He was currently annoying her, even more so than before. Her life hadn't been all that fantastic either but she was still putting up with it and on top of that she was trying to be nice to people. "I'm sorry," The goddess replied again quietly, but it was only half genuine.
(that's fine I'm not doing too well myself =]) [/blockquote]
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 16, 2010 17:25:44 GMT -5
Ryan scoffed slightly and gave his head a bit of a shake. She had gone from cursing at him, to doing something not insulting. Would he be blamed for saying that she was confusing? "Okay, then. I'll have to take your word for it," he said, shrugging. He didn't know whatever she had just spoken, so, naturally, he wouldn't know. He looked at her. "I guess I'll have to take your word for that too," he grumbled. Okay, so if it wasn't insulting, then it was probably something sweet she had called him. He half rolled his eyes. Wait. He had just said that he had taken her word for it. Which, to some extension was...trust? Nah, not really. Okay, yes, a bit. He hadn't trusted anyone in a really long time. No one except himself. Not even himself at times.
"Eh," he said, shrugging. "I lived," he said. He followed the path that the goddess was leading him down. He usually didn't stick to forest paths when he came out after curfew. He scoffed and half rolled his eyes. Yeah, she so should of been into theatre. Or at least a small drama club or something. He raised his eyebrows, curiosity coming over and overruling him. "What language is that?" he asked. He didn't know anything except English, so hearing another language to him was sort of...interesting. Not to mention, well, foreign and different from his everyday life.
Now, he knew he had gotten her slightly ticked. She moved a considerable amount of distance away from him, but he didn't really care. Why should he? None the less, he did feel a slight prickle of...upsetness? Over what? Him upsetting her? He didn't care...didn't he? He gritted his teeth. Confusion starting to roll around in his head again. If he was going soft on her, he might as well shoot himself now. "Eh, whatever," he grumbled.
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Post by *nike* on May 16, 2010 18:30:29 GMT -5
Nike glanced back at Ryan suspiciously, creases of doubt apparent on her forehead. "You? Take my word for something?" She asked, as if she was waiting for some sort of punch-line or for Ashton Kutcher to come running out yelling 'You just got punk'd.' A quick survey of the forest informed her that this was no doing of Ashton Kutcher's. "Well now I'm just shocked," She claimed truthfully as he repeated the phrase. "And here I thought you were trying to avoid all forms of respect, trust, or love, mon cherie." The girl mumbled, tacking on the little French nickname just to annoy him.
"That would be French, my darling." The goddess declared, wondeing if he would catch on to the fact that mon cherie meant my darling. It was a subtle hint for the nickname but anyone who was observant would pick up on that. "The language of romance," She elaborated, well at least most people considered it a romantic language. "Which some people would know nothing about," An emphasis on some was added for effect and so that Ryan would notice that she was referring to him specifically.
Looking back over her shoulder, Nike made sure that there was still a considerable distance between the Ares boy and herself. Apparently the distance wasn't big enough because she veered sharply to the left, picking a direction that would be quite hard to navigate through. Especially when night overcame the forest. "Whatever..." She drew out the word, shaking her head at Ryan's lack of concern for whatever had happened to his other friend. Muttering beneath her breath, Nike easily climbed over a fallen tree blocking her path. "Maybe you should try and find Alex again," She suggested, ducking under a tree branch that she normally would have whacked her head on. "Maybe you would be happier." The goddess added, leaving out the fact that maybe it would make him nicer as well. Because apparently her presence wasn't exactly benefitting either of them.
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Post by Ryan Simons on May 16, 2010 19:34:59 GMT -5
Ryan's step hesitated as he felt Nike's gaze on him. "Yeah," he muttered. He gave himself a mental hit. He couldn't believe he was starting to trust her. Wait. He would of had to trust her to tell her about Alex and Edmund...hadn't he? He didn't know. Great. He was going to be having a mental battle in his head again. All it came down to where two choices. Those two could change everything. One: Stay the way you originally were, after Al and Ed left. Two: Change and become like you were with them. Ryan was still balancing cautiously on the neutral, middle line. He looked up at her again, confusion slightly showing in his eyes. That was what he was supposed to be doing, right? Keeping the I-Don't-Care shied up and not trust or love or respect.
"Oh, French..." Ryan made a face of distaste. "I am not your darling," he growled. He rolled his eyes. Language of romance. He snorted and shook his head. "I hate romance," he hissed. She emphasized the word, and he took the hint that she meant him. He shrugged. "English was the only language my aunt was interested in teaching me," he said. Well, the English language and the language of weapons. If anyone considered it a language.
He watched her start to move through the forest, on a harder path, probably to get farther away from him. He didn't care. Did he? Only a little. Not really. Yeah. No. Yes! No! Stop! his mind snapped at him. Gee, this is how he'd start going mental. Having battles inside his head like this. Back to exhibit A. Choice one or two. He hated deciding, he had no idea which ones to choose. He continued watching her. The way she moved through with ease reminded him of Edmund. He could run freakishly gracefully and fast through a forest, even at night. He tried following her with much less success than what she was having. "I've tried," he said. "But Kath never let me out of her sight when I was with her. Alex never answered any of my letters or phone calls, and then I came here and they don't let you out of the property line."
Ryan had been good, he had to admit, these three years. He hadn't broke any rules. Except the one about curfew. After the food fight though, he wanted that to change. He was tired of following the rules. He got hit in the head with a branch. Ow. He winced and backed up slightly, rubbing his head, along with a tiny cut that had healed over and scarred he didn't know how many years ago. He thought about that. If Alex and Edmund where with him, would be be happier? Maybe. He'd probably give Alex hades first for not answering him or anything for nine years, but he was almost sure that he would be happier. Maybe. "Eh, maybe," he muttered.
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Post by *nike* on May 16, 2010 20:11:11 GMT -5
The immortal rolled her eyes in an exaggerated fashion. "Friendship is a two-way street, Ryan. Effort is required from both parties." She grumbled out, flicking a piece of hair out of her face. The statement was partially related to the conversation about trust. Most friends trusted each other for example. In the example occasion, only one party is making an effort. And that party is the one that consists of me, myself, and I. She complained to herself. She realized she was being a tad moody though, but of course, if anything, that was his fault.
"Ha, like you haven't made that obvious." The brunette scoffed, her personality rubbing on sarcastic. She held up on of the other branches, considering letting it hit him in the face but she held it for him instead. "Not like anybody taught me the language either. If you want to learn something, sometimes you have to learn it yourself. I would offer to teach you but then that would mean you could actually understand what I'm saying. Which would mean no more calling you mon cherie. Of course you know what that is now, but I have plenty of other choices. Though I am rather fond of that one, mon cherie." Nike replied, remembering how she had learned French just by simply picking up on the actions of the citizens of Paris.
"They don't let you out of the property line?" She questioned, knowing that this was true, but there was a hidden meaning behind the question. "That is your excuse?" Nike raised an eyebrow as she looked back at him, accidentally stepping on a sharp rock since she wasn't paying much attention. "Bummer," She mumbled uncaringly, lifting her foot just enough so that she could see a dime sized amount of golden blood dripping from it. "You know the best part about being immortal? Not that you don't die. It's that you have pretty colored blood. I mean, come on, is that gold not lovely or what?"
The sound of a small thump got Nike's attention so she turned around to see what Ryan had done now. The thud was apparently Ryan smacking his head on a branch. She bit down on her lip, trying to contain a laugh. Yet somehow, this action was just really hilarious. Mr.I-am-so-tough just got hit with a tree branch. A small giggle escaped her lips, followed by another and another until it was a constant string of giggling. "I-I'm s-s-sorry! It's just so f-f-funny!" She managed to gasp out between her giggling fit. [/blockquote]
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