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Post by Cordelia Marshall on Dec 10, 2010 17:13:01 GMT -5
Two months, twenty-seven days and fourteen hours. That was how long it had been since the last time Delia stepped foot through the gates of Camp Half-Blood. She had been doing this more recently, running away every time there was a problem. But this time was different, she swore if she came back this time she would deal with everything head on. It was going to be hard and she knew it, but she had no choice. Delia was tired of being the weak link, she was tired of disappointing people. Now was the time to make her father proud.
Her mind quickly changed directions when she spotted the dragon guarding Thalia's tree. Rumors had been spreading about a new problem, something about the god Phobos. She couldn't believe that just two years after the second war with the Titans someone else was trying to create chaos. Then again, it only made sense to exploit someone when they were weak. To be honest Delia didn't know much about what was going on and that was part of the reason she came back. All she had left were her brother's and sister's in the Hermes' cabin, she had lost everything else and she wasn't about to lose them too.
Delia ran a hand shoved her hands into her pockets, she was almost as nervous as she had been the first day. She had Anabelle with her then though and now Anabelle was long gone. Not to mention she wasn't a stranger this time around, there were people at camp she knew, people she had left behind with no explanation. Delia cringed, looking back on it now she felt bad, she should have said goodbye.
"Stop being ridiculous Delia, it's only camp," she told herself. It was more then just camp and she knew it, but Delia walked through like nothing had ever changed. Her eyes scanned the camp once she got to the other side of the magical barrier, it was almost like nothing had changed. In her mind that was good, Camp Half-Blood had become her home and it wasn't the same when home changed. She exhaled as though all the stress had been lifted off her shoulders. I can do this, and with that thought she headed towards the one place at camp she always loved, the climbing wall.
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Post by Ryan Simons on Dec 11, 2010 9:18:28 GMT -5
I spent 20 years trying to get out of this place
I was looking for something I couldn't replace
I was running away from the only thing I've ever known
~Who Says You Can't Go Home, Bon Jovi and Jennifer Nettles[/size][/font] Uh, just replace 20 with 3 XD[/right] Usual camp day for Ryan; training. Everyday, all day, 365 days a year; excluding the leap year. He had lost all sense of time as to exactly how long he had been in this Hades camp. Why would he want to know exactly, anyway? It would just make him angrier. He knew it was around three years though, a bit more. It had seemed like forever. Ryan had no idea how the people at Camp who had been here for like ever, survived; like Owl Brian, yes Ryan could and did remember things. For him, it was only three years as opposed to one of the head councilors who had been around since her childhood. This place had long ago driven him insane. His first year here had to be the worse in his life. Ever; okay, maybe not ever, but it was in the top five years. Him in the crowded and packed Hermes Cabin full of annoying nobodies; fun.
It was then that Ryan got into the habit of just sleeping there and then stalking off and never coming back unless absolutely necessary, which was to sleep, and even that was late at night. True, he could of slept somewhere else besides a Cabin and never go anywhere near them, but Ryan knew what it felt like to sleep without a bed. It wasn't fun. After he got claimed and moved to the Ares Cabin, the situation didn't change. He still hated it and stalked off. In a sense, it was even worse because all the kids in there were claiming to be this 'siblings' which they weren't and never would be. He just stayed as far away from the Cabins as possible, the end. Ryan didn't want to identify himself with his claimed 'godly parent' or so called 'siblings' at all; in his mind, he was no one's kid and a part of no one's family. Why should he identify himself with this god who had never identified himself or never even flipping cared?
Ryan only 'liked' three things about this stupid hades hole Camp. One of them included all the training grounds. The rock wall was included in that. Trying to run up the mountain without getting yourself burned a hundred million times, fun demigod activities like that. Ryan remembered half learning how to climb a tree. He was still working on it. As he approached, he saw another camper, by the looks of it, a female. He rolled his eyes, not desiring any contact with her; this camp was so darn big that anywhere he turned there was at least one person! That was one of the biggest things he hated about camp. It was just so crowded in general. An excuse for him to skip out on meals and eat in the odd hours of the day. The demigod hissed under his breath and just continued towards the rock wall; he had made a commitment to coming here, and he just wasn't going to turn around and leave because a nameless nobody was here as well.OOC: HEY BRYN! ^^ Hope you don't mind me drifting into the thread!
Character Name: Ryan Simons aka Ry, RyRy, Ryfry... I need to make a master list
Word From the Character: *rolls eyes* Great, another chance to meet more people
Mood: Angry, Frustrated, Stubborn
To: Cordelia "Delia" Marshall-Daughter of Hermes
IC Word Count: 519
Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy
Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
Ryan's Story Thinking [/size][/font] |
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Post by Cordelia Marshall on Dec 15, 2010 20:56:25 GMT -5
If there was one thing that Delia had always loved about camp it was the climbing wall. Something about exercise and near death experiences always made her giddy. A long time ago Chiron said that it was the demi-god part of her that loved the near death experiences. The exercise was all Hermes though. That was the main reason that Delia did exercise so much, that and travel. She liked knowing she had something in common with her father. Something that tied them together no matter how far apart he was. So many people at camp had issues with their parents - mostly daddy issues - it seemed weird that Delia wouldn't. She had Luke to thank for that, everything changed after he stole the lightening bolt.
Delia scaled back down to the bottom the climbing wall, prepared for round two when she heard someone approach. She turned, looking over her shoulder to see who she was coming. For a moment she debated saying anything. Delia didn't associate with Ares kids much, but she would know Ryan Simons from a mile away. For as long as he had been around she hadn't exactly known him to be the social type. In fact that was about all she knew of him. From what she had been told nobody really knew him.
"Hey," she said, for no reason other then to do it. For what ever reason she thought it would have been rude just to ignore him. She figured he would probably just ignore her, but that didn't really bother her. Delia didn't waste her time waiting for a reply, mostly because she didn't expect one. Instead she hooked her fingers on a rock and began to climb back up the wall. "How about a race?" she asked looking over her shoulder. Now that she considered it, Delia wasn't sure she could beat Ryan. But the truth was, she was really only after a challenge and he could give it to her.
She dropped back down to the bottom of the wall, waiting to see if he would accept the challenge. She wouldn't be hurt if he said no, but she was itching for some sort of release. Running away again wasn't an option, she had only just go back and besides, that was hardly exciting. No, what she needed was good old fashioned half-blood competition and this was by far the best place to get it. If Ryan refused, well then she could always look elsewhere. She was sure there would be someone willing to help. There had to be some Athena kids around somewhere or maybe some Apollo kids. They were always the most fun, the rest weren't quite that competitive, not like she liked, either that or they were out for blood. Delia liked a challenge, but she had no interest in blood.
"Unless you don't think you can hang?" Delia figured an insult would provoke him. She wasn't lazy but she didn't feel like searching for a challenge if a good one was right in front of her.
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Post by Ryan Simons on Dec 19, 2010 17:32:21 GMT -5
Over the course of three years here, Ryan had pretty much done and seen everything. Whether he did it on the schedule Camp gave him and on a daily basis was another story entirely. The Camp Sing Along at the Campfire, he had only done that for the first night he was at Camp. After that first night, he deemed it as worthless and stupid. The Arts and Crafts tent, he had only visited there when he was given a tour of the Camp on entry. He had never set foot in there again and didn't intend to. Ever. Volleyball? Ryan had observed a game once and didn't really get it. Again, another useless thing that took up space in this Camp. Stables. Yet another pointless place; if anything, it kept pegasus, which Ryan hated. Tree heights, he could probably do. Flying on things heights, he think he'd most likely hate it. Camp schedule? Bull. He went according to his plans and that was it.
Ryan was mostly into the 'you could possibly get killed' activities. Those included: being in the armory; even though he wasn't a Hephaestus kid, he could still hold his own in making and repairing weapons. Going into the forest; who wouldn't want the chance of getting attacked and killed by a monster during the night and with no one else there? Also, spending three-fourths of his day in either the arena, archery range, or other training grounds; he didn't think he needed an explanation of why that could be dangerous. The Big House, he went into against his will once or twice to get patched up. How he hated the Big House. He hated just sitting down to heal, it was so annoying and his ADHD just made it worse. The Strawberry Fields were okay, he guessed. It was a bit emptier than other places, but there were still campers there since it was such a big camp that someone had to cover every single area at all times. But still, over the Strawberry Fields, he still favored the forest.
As he continued to approach the climbing wall, he saw a girl scale up it and then come back down. Then she turned around, hearing him approach. He was full out ready to ignore her if she ignored him, he didn't care about awkward silences or anything. Ryan wouldn't talk unless spoken too, most of the time. "Hi," he responded shortly as she greeted him. He analyzed her as she hooked her finger into a rock and started back up again. He shrugged. "Sure," he answered indifferently, watching her drop back to the ground. He looked at her again, trying to remember if they had actually ever had seen eachother besides a passing by at Camp. Nope, he probably would of recalled her voice; he remembered seeing her once or twice at maximum around the camp. Then there was even a period of time where she just wasn't there, and that was it. To an extent, it sort of scared him that he could just see someone once or twice and then remember their face and voice. He wondered if it came with the ADHD package or if it was just his upbringing.
The demigod boy wasn't exactly prideful; as a matter of fact, he hated conceited people. Having lots of pride was a big no no in his aunt's house; not boasting, along with a few other things, was nailed into his head. Along with not being prideful came with the fact that he knew that he wasn't as good as others in any given activity. So when the provocative insult came out of her mouth, Ryan just shrugged. He could deal with any sort of insult, he had gotten enough of them; they just bounced off him. "Whatever," he snapped. "I could try," he growled, rolling his eyes.OOC: Eek, sorry for the wait.  Ryan's just given me a muse rush XD Sorry that he's not that talkative.
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry, Stubborn
To: Cordelia "Delia" Marshall-Daughter of Hermes
IC Word Count: 658
Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy
Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
Ryan's Story Thinking [/size][/font]
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Post by Cordelia Marshall on Dec 25, 2010 22:13:17 GMT -5
His generally pleasant 'Hi' was more then she expected from him and when he said 'sure' indifferently she nearly fell off the wall. She had heard that he was probably one of the meanest kids at camp, worse then the Hades kids some days. No, not mean, miserable, that was the word they had used to describe him. Her brothers and sisters said it was mostly because he hated to be called an Ares kid.
So he was one of them. He was the kind of demi-god that despised who he was and everyone around him. All because they reminded him of what he was. Instantly she thought of Luke and how his hatred had destroyed him. How it had nearly destroyed them all. Was that Ryan's future? Would he be like Luke? Would he become a victim of his hatred? Would he give into the darkness and do something completely chaotic? The idea terrified Delia and sent a shiver down her spine.
She couldn't let it happen again. What happened with Luke was horrible and a lot of good people died because of what he did. Not to mention it was completely stupid of him. In the back of her mind she started planning schemes, ways to turn him around. Or at least to put an end to his bitterness. Her thoughts were disrupted by his sarcastic remark to her comment.
Now that she thought about it she regretted being snarky. The last way to make this work was to put herself on the list of people he hated. It was a very long list she imagined. The problem was that Delia had this unfortunate problem of speaking before thinking sometimes. She really wished she could blame that flaw on somebody but she knew she couldn't. None the less, how ever she went about making sure he didn't turn into Luke, she had to be sneaky. A trait that she could thank her father for.
So it was settled then, she would keep history from repeating itself. That's what she wanted to believe she was doing. The reality of it was she wanted to see if she could have made a difference. If she had cared more, would it have mattered? Just as soon as the idea had come to her head she nixed it. Delia wasn't about to use Ryan to get rid of her guilt. It wasn't fair and most of all it was wrong. Ryan wasn't Luke and the past was in the past. She sighed, her future, that's what she needed to be focused on.
The challenge, that's what it all came back too. But the challenge wasn't Ryan and it surely wasn't winning. The challenge was moving on. "First to the top?" she asked with a bright smile. She would overcome this and if she had to take on an Ares kid to do it, so be it.
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Post by Ryan Simons on Dec 25, 2010 23:10:39 GMT -5
Ryan knew by this point that probably the whole camp had him pegged as the meanest most negative, I Hate the World blah blah blah, insert insulting names here. Thing was, he didn't care. Not at all. Never did and never would. He would be him until the day he died and no one was ever going to take that away from him. Ever. He had tried to lean into love and friendship once. It just made him into the person he was to this day. He had decided that the only way to get somewhere was to go alone. Now, both trust and love were non existent in his mind, in his world; they used to be when he was younger. From what he could remember, at first it was a figment of his imagination (if he even had one). Seven years ago it came into real life, then it curled up and got beaten out of his mind all together, right before his eyes.
He didn't care if he got pegged, he knew who he was in his own mind and that was enough. He hated everyone, and they hated him back. He hated the gods, what had they ever done for him? Father? He didn't have one in his head; the people in the Cabin, the cabin confined space of which he loathed, were not his so called 'siblings'. No; he was Ryan Simons, maybe even not Simons anymore, he had no idea. He was Ryan, son of No One; and no, that did not mean 'of the children in the Unclaimed Hermes Cabin' either. That cabin had to be the worse ever; way to over packed.
The boy tried to think back to a time to where he was actually happy, for once. Nothing current popped into his head, although, he did have to give the Food Fight at the Pavilion some credit. Out of everything, besides the fighting grounds, it had been almost enjoyable, if that word even resided in his vocabulary list anymore. Yes, Ryan knew he was mean, miserable and negative; to an extent he hated himself. He had no pride as an 'Ares' child should. Yes, he was going to stay like that until his dying day; even if his stubbornness and anger were his fatal flaws, he wasn't going to change. He was to stubborn to do it anyway. It was either to stubborn, or he had just lost the will to; he wasn't really sure anymore.
As the girl began to talk again, Ryan was brought back down to earth, out of his own thoughts. He really needed to stop thinking and just focus on the matter at hand. Stupid ADHD; at least it'd keep him alive on the climbing wall of shooting lava. "Whatever," he shrugged indifferently. A bit of a change from solo practicing; at least it wasn't with a group. Giving a quick glance up the lava wall to size it up, he waited for her to give the signal to start.Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry, Slighlty Regretful, Subborn
To: Cordelia "Delia" Marshall-Daughter of Hermes
IC Word Count: 512
Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy
Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
Ryan's Story Thinking [/size][/font]
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Post by Cordelia Marshall on Jan 1, 2011 17:48:32 GMT -5
Whatever. Just whatever? For some reason, Delia was expecting a lot more then that. It kind of seemed like she was looking for an argument. That wasn’t it though, he just didn’t seem all that menacing. It was more like he was annoyed and really didn’t care. Like he didn’t want to be bothered. Delia didn’t blame him, most of the time it sucked being at camp. Unlike him though, she could leave. It wasn’t that Ryan couldn’t leave per say, I was just that Delia could get a lot farther away then him. She felt pretty bad about it to be honest. Sure it was pretty bad living in a cabin packed with people - who most of the time got to leave after getting claimed by some more amazing god - but there was also the perk that Delia could just disappear. She didn’t have to explain anything to anyone, she could just leave and come back whenever she felt like it. There were a few occasions when people got a little bothered because she wasn’t there, but she didn’t let it get to her. That’s what had happened last time, when she thought travel could make her forget about Anabelle, but she was wrong.
Delia pushed loose strands of blond hair out of her face. Like any girl she hated her hair because it never cooperated but at the same time, cutting it off was never an option. She pushed that thought aside, it wasn’t really going to get anywhere besides turning into a rant about how it sucks to be a girl. Then a bright idea popped into her head. Delia said she wouldn’t leave any more, which was really code for she would stop running away from her problems but if she took somebody with her, then she wasn’t really running away was she? Especially is she intended to come back. “What do you say we make this a little bit more interesting?” Delia questioned. She doubted he would agree to it, because it involved being social and linked to another camper. But if nobody knew would it really make a difference? “Loser buys lunch?”
Instantly she started going over all the awesome places she could eat lunch at. Now that she thought about it though, he probably didn’t have very much money, if any, that wasn’t drachmas. For a minute she considered throwing the race, but he hadn’t agreed to the deal and she wasn’t about to do that. Especially since she was highly competitive most of the time. She wasn’t going to win, but she would at least let him say go. If she said it she would be mentally prepared to go. If he said it she would have to react quickly by reflex and she liked shot gun starts better anyways. "You say when," she said with a smile.
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Post by Ryan Simons on Jan 2, 2011 17:06:57 GMT -5
More than once, Ryan had considered running. He had never done it though. For one, he couldn't really get far without probably getting attacked by monsters. Second, where would he go? He'd probably live on the streets or something. It wasn't that he couldn't look after himself, he could. In all technicality, he had raised himself. Kath was just there to abuse and teach him weapons. To an extent she had fed him; he had eaten healthy with no option on what to eat and how much. Besides that had never felt safe there since she'd attack him out of the blue randomly and he slept in a room with no heat. At least Camp offered the necessities. Ryan did feel like leaving sometimes, but at least Camp had training grounds and a forest and the armory; at least it let him live a little. Not by much, but it was better than Kath's house. Then again, it wasn't like anyone would care if he left. Half of him knew camp would probably be either overjoyed or wouldn't care.
Ryan watched Delia and half rolled his eyes. What the heck was it with girls and their hair? Ryan would juts leave his hair, if necessary run his fingers through it to make it go the right way. Sure, he had a brush, but didn't really use it. He just let his hair fall where it wanted, naturally. "By how?" he growled warily. Not that he really cared, just for information sake. He gave her a disgusted look. Buying lunch? "Isn't lunch at this Hades free?" he snarled, making a face. Then a thought hit him. What if she meant out of Camp? Not that he cared about going out or anything, but still. He remembered going out with Nike; a sick thought hit him as he remembered what happened then. Not fun. It was almost as if Alex had never existed; it was just an empty hole with missing information and face. A slightly sick feeling started to spread through him before he told himself to knock it off.
His mind landed back to the Climbing Wall and the girl. That was a pretty horrible punishment either way. He'd have to socialize, something he was not looking forward to doing at all. Ryan mostly liked to be by himself. He was a loner and outsider to camp; independent, negative and I Hate the Worldish; he was also antisocial to an extent and was usually not that good with other people close to him unless it was fighting. True, he wasn't showing it much towards Delia, because she wasn't really giving him any reason to. He was just indifferent towards her right now. He'd only really start on someone if they started on him first. It was mostly verbal, but he'd usually get physical if what they were doing or saying hit to close to home, if they started first or if he felt in danger. The demigod boy nodded and tensed. "Go then," he growled, and started to climb.OOC: ^^ Hope this is okay!
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry, Stubborn
To: Cordelia "Delia" Marshall-Daughter of Hermes
IC Word Count: 524
Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy
Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
Ryan's Story Thinking [/size][/font]
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Post by Cordelia Marshall on Jan 3, 2011 3:46:14 GMT -5
It was suddenly very clear to her how little he knew about everyone else at camp. She knew that teleporting wasn’t all that common, because most Hermes kids were to busy stealing, but it wasn’t unheard of either. Being the child of a god had its perks. Some gods passed down really cool skills like Hephaestus and other passed on lame ones like Dionysus. Not that she would ever say that to Mr. D. Delia would be the first to admit that stealing and athleticism weren’t the greatest things in the world, but teleporting well that was plain awesome. In fact she had spent a fair amount of time at camp training that skill in particular. She laughed when he said buy how. Delia hoped he wouldn’t take it the wrong way but there weren’t many ways to buy something. “You know, with that stuff called money?” she said with a grin.
She had heard he had a few different names for camp but she had to admit that Hades hole amused her, so much that his question barely registered. She didn’t laugh this time, not trying to push her luck. After a moment Delia regained her composure. “Who said anything about staying here? The food isn’t bad but sometimes you just need to get away,” she said happily. She figured he could appreciate that, wanting to get away. Given the way he talked it seemed like he would rather be anywhere else. Delia was probably wrong about that, she was never all that great at judging people.
When he said go she noticed the sudden anger in his tone. Had she done something wrong? She wondered about it for a moment before realizing she should be climbing. With a sudden jolt she took to the wall, trying to close the gap between them that he had all ready created. He was good, she gave him a lot of credit. Delia took one hand off the wall trying to avoid the coming lava and she continued to climb upwards. The more she climbed the more she was reminded how much she loved to do it. A lot of her siblings were into volleyball and running, but not her, she loved to climb. Especially when it was dangerous, lately she had been living for dangerous.
OCC: Sorry this is short, but I feel like this should be settled some ridiculous way like rock, paper , scissors, shoot to decide who wins lol
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Post by Ryan Simons on Jan 5, 2011 21:39:21 GMT -5
And I want a moment to be real,
Wanna touch things I don't feel,
Wanna hold on and feel I belong.
And how can the world want me to change,
They’re the ones that stay the same.
The don’t know me,
'Cause I’m not here.
~I'm Still Here, John Rzeznik [/size][/font] **With Narnia! XD[/right] Ryan rolled his eyes. He was racing this random annoying camper up a volcano that may potentially kill them. Great story of his life, he so hated this Camp. Now, if he understood the terms correctly, whoever got to the top first, didn't die or get seriously injured, burned or whatever bought lunch. So if he lost, they were out of luck; he didn't have any money at all. Not mortal and not drachmas. His grey blue eyes glared at the girl again. "Guess so," he growled. She seriously needed to wipe that silly expression off her face; it looked like she was on a joy ride. Then a slight though occurred to him. Wasn't money that paper like stuff that Nike had paid people with? She had said it wasn't really important to her since she was immortal. Ryan didn't get any of the goddess' reasoning. Then again, he didn't really get anything except weapons and fighting.
He thought he had a pretty valid point. He sort of guessed the free food along with the three good places balanced out the horribleness of Camp's stupid, pointless activities and its over crowdedness. He had to admit, the Dining Pavilion was awful; it was always so very overcrowded with all the people at normal eating hours. That, plus they were all grouped by their godly parents, ugh. Ryan took extra care to eat at irregular hours and to sit at any table he pleased. If anything, at least the Pavilion provided him with three guaranteed meals a day. It was the food he was pretty much used to, healthy. Fruits, vegetables, lean meat, bread, all that. Nike had completely confused him when she had said something about Sprite and hamburgers. He narrowed his eyes at her. So she was thinking about going out. He shrugged. "Whatever," he growled indifferently. He really didn't care if he went out again. For a split second, he even wondered if he could just leave and then not come back to pick people for his quest and never go on it at all.
The boy half rolled his eyes as the girl stayed still for a moment before realizing he had said go. She wanted him to call it, so he had. Not his fault she didn't decide to move her sorry butt. He felt a slight movement under his foot and then moved it as lava went to spew out. This was great for demigod reflexes with the ADHD, the volcano made them move and didn't allow them to stay still. Ryan scrambled upward, trying to avoid all the lava that was randomly shooting out.OOC: Sorry for the lateness!
Character Name: Ryan Simons aka... look at my master list XD
Mood: Angry, Slightly Thoughtful, Determined, Stubborn
To: Cordelia "Delia" Marshall-Daughter of Hermes
IC Word Count: 450
Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy
Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
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Post by Cordelia Marshall on Jan 6, 2011 17:50:38 GMT -5
Delia had decided early on, right after she proposed it in fact, that there was no way in Hades she would be eating in the dining pavilion that day. Which would probably happen whether she won or not. But given Ryan’s question about money, it was strikingly clear to her that she would be the one to pay. Not that she really minded. Delia had earned some money while she was away from camp. Not always in the most honorable way but she had to survive somehow. It was then that she resolved she would have to lose, but there was no way she was going to make it easy on him. If he was going to make her look bad, then the least he could do was earn it.
She noted about then that he seemed much meaner then before. Delia didn’t really like being glared at for no apparent reason, but she dealt with it. She was the one who had decided to challenge the angriest kid at camp though and so, she was forced to deal with the repercussions. Delia shrugged off his whatever this time. She was amazed that someone could stand being that angry all the time.
Despite everything, Delia had to admit that Ryan was rather good competition. He, like her defied death as they dodged the lava spewing from the rock wall. They managed to climb all the way to the top free hand -which Delia preferred- and neither of them plunged to their impending death below and had to be rushed to the big house. It was almost as though she had jinxed herself though. Just as the end was in reach her foot slipped. Her hand grasped and the rock wall but she found now cracks and so she began the fall. Delia tried to calm herself enough to teleport but when the lava burned her arm she knew it was a lost cause. When she finally reached solid ground she was left in a crumpled mess. “How embarrassing,” she muttered and then she passed out.
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Post by Ryan Simons on Jan 7, 2011 17:24:57 GMT -5
Ryan thought it was going so far so good. He hadn't been killed. Yet. Darn thinking. Ryan lunged to the right, desperately trying to find a ledge to support his feet as lava came shooting out at where his left shoulder had previously been. After a few seconds of scrambling, his foot found somewhere to hold on to, only to have to be moved again as magna shot out. Awesome demigod training, try not to get killed while training. Then again, all training in this camp was life threatening and had the potential to kill someone. He growled and rolled his eyes as he started to climb upward again, trying to make up for lost time.
They were almost at the top; good, Ryan was getting a bit edgy after almost getting shot with hot liquid. Now, the demigod boy was thinking to stick to trying to learn how to climb trees. If he could scale up this lava wall, with magna randomly shooting out, trees should be easy. In a way, getting burned was worse than catching daggers the wrong way, blade side up. As he continued upward he was reminded of all the scars he now had as a result of that stupid game. This wall climbing was almost like the Catch the Daggers game. It was really risky, but sort of gave an accomplished feeling when it was done correctly and without injury. They were both almost there and neither of them had to face the Big House infirmary. Ryan never had, actually, he'd just take care of his own wounds. That could of also explained all the scaring he had.
Next moment he heard some scrambling. He looked down for a nano second and saw the girl falling. That split second cost him though, his hand moved, but not before magna got to it. Ryan grimaced. Great, one camper down and he had to get down with a burned hand. This was not going to fun. Ignoring the pain the best he could, he started back down. Whatever, they'd call it even; her falling off at the end didn't really make it fair. He made his way down, his hand stinging red and then turning brown as the burn set in. After he reached solid ground, he looked at the girl. Ryan didn't even know her name for gods sakes. Her crumpled body made him think of.... He gave himself a mental slap. Half him wanted to just walk away. Maybe even come back and dump some salt on her. The other half...
Then, he couldn't stand just seeing her crumpled on the ground like this. He picked the other half. Hoping to the gods that no one would see him (which, knowing his demigod luck, someone would) he went over to her and knelt down. He took his two fingers and placed them on her neck then waited. A heart beat. Good. He calmed down slightly; at least this was better than Blake's crumpled body. But how to get her out of here and to the Big House? He didn't want to move her; that fall was pretty high and she could of broken a bone. He didn't want to risk just injuring her more. He had taken Blake to the Big House and then had made the mistake of waiting around. This wasn't a death. He didn't need Owl Brian, Fish Face or anyone else. He just needed some Sunshine kid to bring a stretcher and bring her in. Ryan was sort of torn just leaving her there, but it was either he stay and her get worse or he leave for five seconds to try and get her help.
He ran. Stupid climbing wall and big house had to be far apart. The climbing wall was all the way north of camp and the big house was all the way south. Poor planning in his mind. He went into the Big House, not even out of breath; running between his house and the forest everyday had been much longer. He spotted a kid in the infirmary that seemed to be tending to someone. As usual, Ryan had no idea in Hades who he was and didn't really care at all. "Someone just fell off the climbing wall," he growled. A few seconds later, he and the kid, whoever he was, were rushing to the wall. They both loaded Cordelia on, carefully.
A few minutes later, they were both back in the Big House and she was settled. Ryan half went to the door, then looked at the girl who had just fell and he felt torn. Stay or not? Her arm was burned, as was his hand, but he had hid his hand in his pocket so they wouldn't admit him either. Finally, he decided to stay; he had to. Just until she woke up. He walked back to the bed and then sat down in a chair beside it.OOC: Hope that's okay ^^
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Word From the Character: I FRICKEN HATE YOU ELLIE! *runs after me with dagger*
Mood: Angry, Stubborn, Concerned (OMGosh o.O), Slightly Guilty, Sort of Obligated
To: Cordelia "Delia" Marshall-Daughter of Hermes
IC Word Count: 840
Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy
Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
Ryan's Story Thinking [/size][/font]
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Post by Cordelia Marshall on Jan 8, 2011 21:25:42 GMT -5
Falling off the climbing wall was not the most embarrassing that had ever happened. Delia was used to stupid accidents because of her recklessness. The healers kept telling her to be careful, but she never listened. In fact Delia had never been good with rules. After nineteen years she should have known what was good for her and what wasn’t but like rules, she ignored that too. The only thing that really bothered her is she had lost the race and in a rather reputation crushing manner. She didn’t even let him win, she screwed up and fell. Worst of all she owed him lunch now. Not that she cared about the lunch, she just did bad with defeat.
Delia moved the slightest bit and everything hurt. The firmness of the mattress beneath her instantly alerted her she was at the big house. At the rate she was going she should probably donate an entire hospital to the camp. The problem with this incident was that she couldn’t recall how she got to there. Which was odd because normally she could. Delia opened her eyes, the only thing that didn’t seem to hurt, and she saw him sitting there.
She hesitated for a minute unsure what to say. Thank you was naturally the first thing that came to mind, but he didn’t seem like the kind of person to want that. In fact, Delia got the feeling he would be perfectly content if the whole incident was never mentioned again. If that was what he wanted she would happily oblige but Delia left that up to him. “So I guess I owe you lunch,” she said pushing herself up against her better judgment. Everything hurt, like she had been run over by a bulldozer. Ambrosia was great for healing, but it didn’t do much for her when it came to pain. She supposed it was mostly mental, or maybe she just hadn’t had enough, but it hurt none the less.
She ran a hand threw her hair, noticing her bandaged hand for the first time. Delia wasn’t sure how she had forgotten that she burned herself. Burns were the injury that just kept giving. No matter how long it lasted burns sucked to have and they were even worse to explain. Not that burns were rare on the climbing wall but she was Delia and that just didn’t happen to her.
Delia eyed the healer as he walked up to her, daring him to tell her to lay back down. She was pretty sure most of them hated her, but she dealt with it. Not bothering to argue with the stubborn Hermes’ girl he just kept walking. “Sorry if I messed up your climb. I’d be pretty ticked at me if I were you,” she said honestly. Training was a big deal to her and she didn’t like when people disrupted it. Granted, near death was lot different then being annoying but still.
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Post by Ryan Simons on Jan 9, 2011 9:22:07 GMT -5
I can't escape myself
So many times I've lied
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
~The Animal I Have Become, Three Days Grace[/size][/font] Found it with Narnia again XD[/right] Ryan still couldn't believe he was doing this. He gave himself a mental slap. He didn't care about the weird stares from all the people who had even cared to observe him over the course of three years. Those people had never seen him in the Big House to heal, since he absolutely refused it; if they had watched him around camp, they had probably come to the conclusion that he had no heart. Ryan would of liked to approve that. It was far from people's speculation and stares. It was just the notion that he cared enough to bring her here and actually help her.
A small part of his mind told him that he had done it for Blake. The other part of his mind told him that it was a dead body; that could of been a contributing factor. He wasn't necessarily helping Blake. He had just brought his body back to Camp. A thought nudged Ryan: you could of just left him there. Ryan rolled his eyes. Great, just what he needed. He seriously needed to snap out of it. What started out as a walk in the woods and a training session to think and clear his head turned out into him actually helping campers.
He wanted to make a promise to himself never to do it again, but he wasn't even thinking it would last. He rolled his eyes, trying to think why the heck he'd sudden had gone on a revolting helping spree. Finally, he got it. Bodies, that was it. That's what was setting him off. Bodies, and survivor's/murderer's guilt from when he was eight. Well, that was his fault; that he couldn't deny. So seven years later he was making up for it by helping the people he hated most: the campers in the darn Hades Hole that he had been dumped in. He thought about the war and all the bodies there. After a few seconds he decided that was a different topic all together, but it still bothered him.
Since his mind had been so preoccupied with thinking, his ADHD hadn't gotten to him yet and he looked up sharply as the girl's voice came into his ears. Well, she was up, his cue to leave; also his cue for him to snap back to himself. Just like with Blake, he went to a total wreck and softie (as horrid as that was to his mind now) to rebounding, sharply to himself. "Forget it," he snarled indifferently with a shrug. "I call it even, you falling makes it invalid," he growled shortly. She propped herself up and he bet everything hurt; that's how it usually felt after training back at his old house for a day. He watched her give a glare at the medic and he just carried on. From the looks of that, Delia had been in here plenty. It also looked as if she didn't like staying down; a smirk flickered across Ryan's face.
If he was ever brought in, he'd mostly likely do that too. If he hadn't already ditched the place on the moment of waking up. He absolutely detested the Big House healing area; he just healed himself, the way he had half learned and half self taught himself. Those methods were bad, seeing as many scars as he had, but he didn't care; he hadn't even bothered to bandage his hand burn. It was a burn, whatever; it'd heal. Ryan shrugged. "Whatever," he growled indifferently. He took his training seriously, but (sadly) not to the extent of just letting a camper die or get mortally injured. He had been left to just bleed out plenty of times and it wasn't fun. Ryan guessed that was another reason. He gave himself another mental hit. "Well, you're not me, are you?" he growled.OOC: ....and after showing his sensitive side, he just bounces back to himself *face palm*
Character Name: Ryan Simons-Son of Ares No One
Mood: Thoughtful, Guilty, Angry, Stubborn
To: Cordelia "Delia" Marshall-Daughter of Hermes
IC Word Count: 662
Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy
Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
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Post by Cordelia Marshall on Jan 10, 2011 21:17:44 GMT -5
Delia restrained herself from laughing. Evidently Ryan was only kind as you were unconscious and seeing as she was awake now, everything had to go back to normal. She had to admit she always found it weird how easy it was to care about someone when nobody was watching. The hard part was admitting it when people were around to judge you. Delia wondered why that was. What did it matter to anyone else who you cared about? Why did it matter what they thought anyways. Delia mentally slapped herself -which hurt about as much as a real slap- she was just as bad as Ryan. Delia was terrible at showing people she cared. Sure she hugged people and said she cared, but she never admitted how much. In fact she was rather selfish because she was so afraid of getting hurt. She slumped back down in the bed slightly. Apparently the two of them were two miserable peas in a pod.
She looked at him curiously when he said they were even. It didn’t make much sense to her. He didn’t seem like the call it even type. He seemed more like an I won or I lost type. Ties were like kissing your brother and even if he was a really hot half brother it still wasn’t right. “Either way, I am still up for the lunch if you are. Not today of course, but eventually.” Delia doubted he would say yes, but the reality was she just wanted an excuse to leave. She only wanted Ryan to come because she couldn’t promise to come back with out a good reason. As far as she could figure, kidnapping campers was a good reason to come back. Not she thought she could kidnap Ryan, that just seemed like more trouble then it was worth. He wasn’t all that bad, but she didn’t need anyone raining on her parade.
Cue the hostility. She didn’t think what she said was really all that bad but apparently he disagreed. Delia was beyond aware that she wasn’t him and for the most part they were polar opposites. Which was why she had said it the way she did. Apparently that wasn’t right either. “Note to self, work on phrasing in the future.” Given the insane amount of pain she was in there was no way she was letting Ryan rude what was left of her good mood. “So I suppose this is the part where you tell me not to tell anyone. You can fill in your own or else,” she teased. The whole thing had been embarrassing, his secret was safe with her. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t taunt him about it a little.
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Ryan's just given me a muse rush XD Sorry that he's not that talkative.