Cruel Fortune [Azrael]

[samanthasmith]

Samantha Kaylin Smith stood on top of the hill near a pine tree wondering to herself where she was and how she got there. Well, she knew how she got to where she was, but it had to be more than just some stupid coincidence. She knew this as a fact now. There was more behind what was getting on in her life than just pure dumb luck (and that was meant in the most sarcastic way possible). In her entire twenty years of life, she had met more monsters than she'd ever seen in her entire life. Then a few Ancient Gods and Goddesses show up on her doorstep, making a huge joke about the situation and making her life more miserable than it already was. Not to mention the unexplainable urge to visit New York. Maybe it had something to do with what she was and all the other unpredictable and unexplainable occurrences that happened that she didn't even want to think about right now.

But here she was, standing under a pine tree after a bus tire burst and skid off the road. Sam was pretty sure she had caused it after the guy sitting are the bus next to her had violated her personal space and she exploded on him. Not wanting to wait and find out if she actually was the culprit, Sam fled while the rest of the buss attended to those who got injured in the accident. Sam followed the road for about a good two miles before she saw the tree that had something hanging from a branch and something rather large curled underneath sleeping. As she got closer she stopped in her tracks. Hanging from the branch was what looked like some sort of sheep fleece made of gold, kind of like the gold thread in the story Rumpelstiltskin. That was weird enough, and had she been thinking about it she might have remembered the story of the Golden Fleece from ancient Greece. But her eyes were focused on the other thing sleeping around the tree--A great big dragon.

Sam didn't have to be a fan of Harry Potter to know the saying "Never poke a sleeping Dragon." But that didn't stop her from drawing her crossbow and backing away slowly. She didn't load her crossbow in fear of waking the dragon. She held it up more out of defense. She backed away slowly, and her heel tripped over a rock. She stumbled backward and rolled a good ten feet down the hill. It was the opposite side she came up on, and when she looked out there was something huge she hadn't expected. A huge, and the strangest looking camp stood out before her. It looked like a combination of old mythology and modern day. Her crossbow laid untouched a good two feet away, unarmed and useless. "What the bloody hell did I stumble upon?" she questioned aloud to herself, slowly pushing herself up about three feet off the ground.

[Azrael Everett]

Azrael gave up trying to find any scrap of piece in this Gods forsaken camp. Everywhere he turned there were kids, preteens, or teens with their hormones running amuck and a sword in hand. Oh yeah that was clever; let’s give the emotional unstable teens swords to play with. Fantastic idea. Great parenting skills the Gods had. Here Jimmy go play with this long sharp spear. You’re only ten you say? Who cares the term minor means nothing to us Gods, just make sure you don’t poke Stu’s eye out because he was eyeing that pretty Aphrodite girl Mary whom you have the hots for. Azrael rolled his eyes and wandered toward the boarder of the camp hoping to get as far form the chaos of pre-teen city as he could. He still couldn’t figure out why he was here.

A figure at the top of Half-Blood hill caught his eye, a female demi-god. Would it never end? He stopped and threw his hands in the air in surrender. It was officially impossible to go anywhere and be alone. Hell, even the ghosts found him. He watched the girl for a moment and was about to turn and walk away when he saw her tumble head over heels down the hill. Azrael turned back, ”Shit.” He took off running to assist the girl and make sure she didn’t kill herself. She had stopped by the time Azrael reached her. He leaned forward placing his hands on his knees to try and catch his breath.

Seeing the cross bow made Azrael do a double take but he ignored it and focused more on the girl. When she spoke he heard a sweet British accent that threw his focus off for a second. Foregin, that was hot. Azrael shook his head and leaned down and gently helped her to her feet. Realizing that he was touching her Azrael withdrew his hands as quickly as he could without making it completely obvious. It was a reflex to want to help someone up, but he was stupid to ignore his little problem. Then again being able to render someone unconscious or dead with your touch wasn't exactly defined as little. He tried to play it off and slid his hands into his pockets.

“I think it’s a real life version of Lord of the Flies. Run now before they lock you in a cage.” He smiled at her while checking her out not so conspicuously. She looked a little older than the others, hopefully he wasn’t checking out some 15 or 16 year old. Azrael wouldn’t forgive himself for that. The thought made his stomach churn a little.

[samanthasmith]

Had Samantha been alone, she might have just stayed laying on the ground for a good long while, just to catch up on her breath and calm down from everything that had happened. Considering the rest of her life, this past month had been beyond hectic, and she just wanted a rest, even if there was a sleeping dragon at the top of the hill; which hopefully hadn't woken up when she rolled down. Unfortunately footsteps told her that there was someone else approaching. She tried to pull herself up, but fell back down when her right knee gave way. She must have injured it on the roll down the hill, on a rock or something. She hadn't noticed at first but now it was throbbing with agony. He held in sounds of pain and she had her mind focused on that, that didn't last very long though, as she felt hands on her.

She pulled her own hands from his grip and kicked her good leg in his direction, almost like a sweep at his legs to get him away from herr. Since her position was weird and her other leg was throbbing, her kick, though still hard and fast, was still rather awkward. She rolled onto her back and reached for her crossbow, though unfortunately she had rolled in the wrong direction and now the crossbow lay even farther away. A whole string of curses flew through Samantha's mind as she tried to pick herself up again, but her knee gave way once more. "Son of a-" her curse was cut off as another wave of pain shot through her leg and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.

After a moment, when the pain dulled down to a mild agony, her eyes now watered from holding back screams, she turned to the individual who had attempted to help her up. She gave him the nastiest look she could muster, trying to ignore her throbbing knee, and said in a very poisonous voice, "Don't touch me. Ever." She took a breath and looked back down at her knee, which she definitely wouldn't have been able to walk in. Another stream of curses few through her mind, as she looked out over the camp. This 'real life version of Lord of the Flies' as he put it (which was a terrible book in itself), well unfortunately all she could do was hope they had a doctor because she couldn't walk all the way back to Manhattan by herself.

She turned back to the individual, and noticed he was looking at her still. She gave him another hard stare, and simultaneously sizing him up. He looked older than her, by a good few years. He had better been surprised by her actions rather than checking her out. If Sam found out she was, she would have taken one of her arrows and thrown it at him, crossbow not needed. That made her think. Maybe she could use her arrow and some piece of her shirt torn to make a splint until she saw a doctor. Not sure how well that would work. But first. "Do they have a doctor or something in that island of insane cannibal boys?" she asked with a little edge of sarcasm in her voice, following his Lord of the Flies reference. She wanted nothing to do with this stranger, but she would need his help if she was going to get her leg fixed.

[Azrael Everett]

I will find the E N E M Y within
- - - -
because I can feel it C R A W L beneath my skin

Azrael jumped back as the British chick did some kind of spy move. He raised an eyebrow at her. He had met some jumpy people in his time but this looney took the entire ice cream cake. Azrael scoffed, his hands still inside his pockets. Shaking his head, embarrassed for the poor girl he planted his feet and leaned forward a little. He eyed her leg, clearly she had hurt it pretty bad. It meant that she probably couldn’t walk on her own, which meant that Azrael would need to assist her. Fan-effing-tastic.

“Noted.” He replied. Boy was she a stubborn one. “But I mean it looks like you twisted that thing pretty bad, maybe even broke it. Good luck trying to get over to the Big House to fix it. I’ll see you later Hobbles.” Azrael turned to walk away, if he wasn’t wanted he didn’t want to be around. He stopped and looked back over his shoulder as she asked about a doctor. He smirked a little, that accent was going to take some getting used to. Azrael couldn’t deny that foreign chicks were some how hotter but this little firecracker wouldn’t cave as easily as others he had met. Azrael spun around and walked back over to the girl.

“Oh sure, well not really certified doctors but they’ll patch you up. Oh should also mention that it’s a camp completely run by kids, I think I’m the oldest there.” He chuckled slightly, “Makes you feel so much better doesn’t it?”

Azrael took his hands out of his pockets. A serious expression crossed his face for a moment as he thought about how he was going to go about helping this girl across to the Big House. He forced a cocky smile, “Names Azrael by the way. Son of Thanatos. So whose bastard kid are you?”

Sure he could have been a little more polite about the subject but Azrael figured that she could take the insults and even fire back. In fact, Azrael was counting on it. This British chick was hot, but he didn’t let it slip his mind that she could probably kick his ass (were he to fight fair). “You’re a little far from across the pond, what brings you here to Camp Middle Earth?” He moved in a little closer to her hesitant about helping her to stand. Why hadn’t he brought his damned gloves with him?

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[samanthasmith]

Samantha let out an exhasperated sigh as Azrael began to move away after his snarky comment. “Yeah. Real cute, Wisecracker.” What an annoying jerk. Yeah, she didn’t like people touching her, but that was mainly because it made her uncomfortable and when she was emotional bad things happened to annoying people. There were rules that these American strangers just didn’t know and one of them was you don’t touch a stranger unless they invite you to. Otherwise it is just creepy and really annoying. At least this guy didn’t seem as disturbing as the incident in New York. The thought of that still made her shudder. No, this guy just gave her an annoying vibe she couldn’t really describe. Sam may have just met this wisecracker, but she still didn’t need another person injured because they were being stupid and got her to be emotionally unstable. As much as Sam hated to admit it, she needed his help if she was actually going to get her leg fixed.

The sound of kids fixing her leg, though, made her not so happy about it though. “Brilliant,” she remarked sarcastically, “Absolutely brilliant.” This was not something she needed to deal with. And now that Azrael clued her in on who he was, that just made things loads better. “Thanatos? Son of the Dead God guy? Seriously?” She let out a sarcastic laugh, looking up at the sky and mumbled to herself. “Why is this happening?” Samantha moved slightly, attempting to shift her weight once again to try and stand on her own, but she quickly fell back down on her butt, clenching her teeth and barely holding in another yell of pain. She took several seep breaths still through her teeth before her eyes slowly landed on Azrael. Her lips curved upward into a smile, but it was a sarcastic smile along with her eyes that flashed darkly.

“Samantha. And I don’t know who my mother is,” she replied, her voice filled with venom and raising in anger every second. “I’ve never met her. Haven’t seen my dad since I was old enough to go to a boarding school here when he kicked me out of the house and sent me to this country. I’ve been on my own for years and coincidentally only changed in the past month when half of Olympus decided to pay me a visit or kill me. Now you tell me I’ve landed in a camp where children half my age are playing doctor?” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I wish I was stuck in a nightmare while in a coma. Even that outcome is better than this ridiculous situation. I feel like I belong in a loony bin.”

Sam took a deep breath before opening her eyes back up, allowing them to fall upon Azrael. She really looked at him for the first time. He wasn’t bad looking. In fact, from all the guys she’d met up with before, he was definitely one of the easiest to get caught staring at, though he still had the same smartass attitude as all the rest; for some reason his sarcastic comments and attitude annoyed her more than the others for some reason. He gave off a vibe that annoyed her to no end, but it definitely wasn’t one that sent her into a self-defense frenzy. All the way from his leather jacket and rather popular t-shirt right down to his jeans and brown boots. She even found the bracelet and necklace he wore rather intriguing; it was a definite difference to the dark jeans, jean jacket and plain black t-shirt and black boots she was wearing (she had to be looking pretty scruffy after her fall anyway; Samantha was surprised she hadn’t broken her nose on the way down). She locked her jaw though, not letting his pretty eyes notice her quick scan.

“Your shoes are untied,” Samantha commented in a flat voice, when in fact she hadn’t really looked at his shoes other than notice the color. Her only reason for saying so was to get him to stop looking at her for two seconds. It was rather unsettling and it made her uncomfortable. After the episode in the bus, doing something dangerous and unexplainable here to someone who was a Demi-God himself would probably get her killed. Not that that was out of the ordinary lately, but still. Not bothering to see if Azraal actually looked at his shoes, she laid back on the grass and tried her best to reach for her crossbow, which was well out of reach. She wasn’t going to use it on him, since he didn’t seem to be attacking her. But still, she felt safer with it. Unfortunately she couldn’t reach. Great. Now if that dragon woke up, or some monster decided to come running up over that hill, she’d probably be eaten.

She closed her eyes at Azrael’s next question. She let out a deep breath and looked up at the sky, keeping her back on the grass. “Met a Goddess in Chicago. Left Chicago. Came to New York. Met a psycho fear God and witchcraft Goddess. Left Manhattan, took a bus. Guy on bus tried to flirt with me. I got mad and blew the tire, causing the bus to flip over. A few injuries, no casualties. I ran and came up the hill. Saw a dragon. Backed away slowly and fell down the hill where I ran into you.” The entire time she spoke, she moved her hands around indicating certain parts of the story to emphasize points like ‘psycho’ and ‘flipping over.’ Her eyes flickered over to Azrael and she raised her eyebrows, continuing her sarcasm. “Anything else you want to know, Freud? Or do we go meet the kids who think they can miraculously heal me now?”

[Azrael Everett]

Azrael watched the girl; boy did she have a lot of spunk. He couldn’t help but grin at her not only because of her nifty British accent but because she had a lot of anger that Azrael couldn’t pin point. Who knew such a small thing could hold so much rage inside of her. He slid his hands into his pockets and gave a shrug at her when she questioned his dad.

“Yeah, seriously.” He replied his eyes hard. Azrael blew through his lips and rocked back and forth on his feet. “Because you’re special that’s why. Now come on we need to get you down to Camp so someone can look at that ankle.”

Azrael moved forward but backed away as she spat her name at him. He raised his brows. Again, he wasn’t sure one girl could hold so much hate. Azrael wasn’t sure where she kept all of the anger, maybe she was like that fairy on that film Peter Pan and she could only harbor one feeling at a time. The fact that Azrael knew this little tid bit of information was scary enough. He tried not to think of how he knew it.

He gave a crooked smile, “Welcome to the club Sam. We have t-shirts. No seriously they have t-shirts down there they’re orange and trust me you don’t really want to wear them.” He sighed. Sam’s past sounded a little similar to his own. He knew how hard it was being alone out there not knowing what the Hades was going on. Azrael rolled his eyes at her coma comment.

“I can arrange that for you.” He said pulling out one his hands. Of course he wouldn’t do that, on purpose, he was just messing with the girl. Azrael, like a fool, glanced down at his shoes but they were tied. He scoffed and tilted his head back up to Sam slowly with a look that read ‘are you serious?’.

Azrael knelt down as Sam continued her story. Fear God? Witchcraft Goddess? Those didn’t sound like fun immortals to meet. His face softened a little sympathizing with her. “Sounds like you had a rough day. Well believe it or not you’re safe here. Come on,” He pulled back a little before helping Sam to her feet. “Just be careful of my hands. Yeah it sounds pervy but trust me, I can only hold back so much.” He paused. That didn’t exactly come out right. Azrael ignored it and did his best to restrain himself. He concentrated solely on toning down his ability. The only thing Sam was likely to feel at this point would be a slight tingle and maybe a touch drossy. Next time he wouldn’t forget his damned gloves. “Come on Tumblina, let’s go get you all patched up.”

((after your post did you want to continue here or move to the Big House?))

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[samanthasmith]

Samantha said nothing but glowered at Azrael when he told her she was 'special'. Really? Now, she would have expected that from, say a parent to their five year old if they started setting things on fire with their bare touch. But seriously? First of all, she wasn't five, and second, this Azrael though he got on her nerves, she couldn't deny she needed his help. So instead of doing anything she bit her tongue. Right as that happened the rock she had tripped on ten feet up the hill suddenly shot strait from where it was sitting peacefully zoomed down the hill, missing Azreal only by a good two feet before falling and rolling down before it came to a stop. Sam closed her eyes and sighed, trying to calm herself down. She was surprised this hadn't happened earlier, but still. "That was not done purposefully," she commented as calmly as possible, her way of apologizing since she never said the two words 'I'm sorry' together.

She sighed and straitened herself up as best as she could still sitting on the ground, eyes following the camp as the Son of Death described how everything was just a jolly ole good time. "Lovely," she mumbled mainly to herself. "Just when things get all the better I stumble upon this." In the back of her mind she was more worried than anything. Camp Half-Blood was the last place Sam wanted to be, because that's where Phobos wanted her. He could easily find her here. A string of curses went through her mind once more before she sighed and glanced back up at Azrael. Well, so much for getting away. Looks like this was something she would have to deal with. Again. She raised her eyebrow, her eyes slowly looking over at his hand, but didn't take his offer. As the son of the God of Death, she didn't want to know what kind of powers he got from his dear ole Daddy.

She waited until he was actually going to help her up before she reached her own hand up. Samantha didn't grab his hand though, she grabbed his wrist that was covered by his jacket so she wouldn't touch his skin. Likewise, she had her own jean jacket to cover her own forearm so he wouldn't have to touch her skin. She didn't need to know firsthand what he could do. Using his arm as leverage, she attempted to pull herself up, biting down a pained yell in the process. Luckily she was able to get to a full standing position, but unable to put any weight on her injured leg.

"Real funny, Wisecracker," Sam retorted to his 'Tumblina' comment. She glanced back at her weapon which was still on the ground and pointed to it. "I'm not leaving this spot without my crossbow." She looked at him pointedly, somewhat hoping he would get the point through his thick skull that she couldn't move without help as much as she hated to admit it. It was one of the only weapons she had to protect herself, and as much as Azrael would try to insist she was safe here, she knew no matter where she went it wasn't safe.

((we can move to the big house, lol))