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[Ryan Simons]

Ryan could be civil. To an extent. If a person hit that extent while conscious and without getting something thrown at them, then they were pretty much lucky. The only time where Ryan would show he actually had some sort of heart was if they were either dead or knocked out. Both were, in his mind, obvious. Then again, no one looked at his train of thinking as civil, obvious or straight in any sort of manner. In Blake and Edmund's case, they were dead; if they'd never wake up then duh, why not just help them? In Cordelia's case, she was knocked out and Ryan semi sorta felt responsible about it. If she was knocked out, then why not help? She could assume it, but she'd never actually see it. Yup, there was a look inside of Ryan's not so logical brain. Be civil and almost nice when no one was looking. He didn't exactly care care about anyone here. He never did and he probably never would. That's what had been done for him, anyway. He'd just bleed straight out during a spar and then wake up hours later, all bandaged up. Sure, maybe Kath was off her rocker, but there were so many times where she could of just let him die (all death situations initiated by her) but she had never actually let him die from training or injury. Ryan had thought he was going to die maybe once or twice, but it had never happened.

The demigod wasn't much of a sore looser. If he lost, he lost; he knew how to accept defeat. Whatever; he had been beaten almost every single time in this Camp. He knew he was the best fighter and he had never made any claims that he was. Ryan had gotten beaten in almost everything, it was part of training; almost ever fight he had gotten into, mostly girls too. Story of his life. He got beaten up by Kath daily, so coming here, it wasn't much of a difference except that Camp wouldn't go so bad on him that he'd pass out from blood loss. Then again, he usually would fight until he was unconscious, Kath had demanded that part. He fought with her until she got a bad enough hit that took him fully out of it, or he just got knocked out from a loss of blood. He wasn't much used to winning, and he had no idea how to accept praise; the aspects of him coming out the winner were few and far between. "Whatever," he shrugged indifferently, rolling his eyes. Win or loose, he couldn't pay for anything. In all reality, he really didn't care. Sure, he was antisocial, negative and everything, but he would never just straight out attack someone. It wasn't like he'd ever tell anyone that though. As long as it was two people or less, he could grit his teeth and bear it, even though he hated any contact with people other than fighting.

He rolled his eyes as she made a note to herself. Ryan had honestly never gotten why people did that. The boy gave her a glare as she continued to talk. He did detect something... that tone that was almost playful. Then again, he had forgotten how to tease and joke around and a number of other things. Ryan just... did what he normally did. Rolled his eyes. Alex once told him that they'd get stuck up in his head one day; they hadn't so far. "I'm not going to tell you what and what not to say," he growled, rolling his eyes. He didn't really care if she went around telling everyone. He really didn't. If she did, he'd just do what he always had done during his three years at camp. Shrug, roll his eyes, tell them to shut up and maybe throw a sharp object. Nothing major, just him being him.

OOC: Sorry for this being slightly late
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Slightly Thoughtful, Angry, Stubborn
To: Cordelia "Delia" Marshall-Daughter of Hermes
IC Word Count: 680
Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
Ryan's Story Thinking

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[Cordelia Marshall]

. .

Again with the whatever. Delia didn’t consider herself the easiest person to annoy but this what ever was really getting to her. She never really believed that it was possible to honestly not care that much. Even when she pretended not to care she did more then he did. She had half a mind to lock the pair of them in the room together for how ever long it took to figure out who ruined this kid. That had to be the only explanation because no one was this careless without a reason. Delia felt horrible about what she didn’t know. Until now she’d spent so much time focused on her own troubles that she barely noticed everyone else’s. Ryan’s relentless whatevers opened her eyes and it was even more annoying then before. Her selfishness was unbelievable and she hated him for pointing it out. But even still, she couldn’t bring herself to be mad at him for it. After all he had pretty much saved her life.

Her mind drifted to the rock wall again. She didn’t fall, ever. In fact there was a time when she had been the best climber at camp but today had been different. She got distracted, which was of course the last thing a climber was supposed to do. Having a clear head was essential. Which was hard when you were a demi-god but even harder as a Hermes kid. Or maybe just as Delia. She had a mind built for mayhem and the possibilities were endless. Her mind drifted again when she realized what is was had distracted her. The scandal of going to lunch with Ryan. His name sent her back to earth and took her out of her own head. She looked at the fiery blond for a moment.

It was strange to her the way he hid his hand which made her wonder. The most logical injury was a burn. Delia looked down the ward at the healer’s none of which were paying attention to the most awkward pair in the infirmary. She painfully reached across the table for the salve she knew the Apollo kids used on burns. Carelessly she put some on one of the white cloths beside her and handed it to Ryan. He would deny it no doubt but she could be persistent. In spite of the pain she would get up and treat the burn herself if he insisted upon being stubborn. She was stubborn too but if there was something she hated more then indifference it was stubbornness. It made her a hypocrite but she didn’t care.

Delia was rather shocked that he didn’t care what she said. It was odd and the last thing she expected from him. Then again, Ryan Simons seemed to be all full of surprises today. Why not add another to the mix. “Either way, thanks." It was a genuine thank you and if he said whatever one more time she could probably slap him. At least then he would have to say something.

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[Ryan Simons]

I can't escape this h**l
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged 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
Help me believe it's not the real me

~Animal I've Become, Three Days Grace[/size][/font]
I love "You have a problem" .... its seriously true XD[/right]

Ryan didn't have a very extensive vocabulary at all. He knew the basic words and such so he could get by, but that was pretty much it. He had never gone to school, and his aunt's definition of "home schooling" needed to be be checked. It wasn't like Ryan could go to school, anyway. They had lived in the middle of nowhere. That, plus Kath had told him that he'd just get kicked out every few years. At first Ryan had no idea what she meant. After coming to Camp and storing all the information that the councilors told him, he finally understood. Yes, Ryan could actually listen if he wanted. That didn't necessarily mean that he'd show it or cared, in most cases he didn't. Not that it really mattered anymore. The ADHD mattered, the dyslexia, not so much.

It wasn't just the academic part though. Ryan would absolutely hate the social aspect. He'd probably go picking a fight with ever person in the school and diss most of the teachers. He wouldn't be able to sit still It was sad, but his goal in life was to tick as many people off as possible. That was how his crazed sense of a civil mind worked. Far from logical. Very, very far. He didn't depend on emotions entirely, but he wasn't the smartest person ever. Ryan rarely went into anything with a plan in mind. He thought on the spot, doing whatever he could to just stay alive. Pleasant life of a demigod.

He eyed her as she went to move. Ryan would of told her to sit still and heal; however, if he did, it would make him the most hypocritical person in the universe. He had never stayed down to heal, hence all his scarring. His aunt had actually tied him to his bed once. That had not been fun at all; throw in that he had ADHD and nothing to do, it was easily one of the worse weeks of his life. Ryan had the most scarring on his hands from Catch the Dagger. He had been genially surprised when Nike had no clue what it was; but anyone could piece together the object of the training game. It wasn't that he wanted to hide all his scars, he wasn't even sure if anyone even knew they were there. Nope, it was just because they were in here. If someone saw all his scarring plus the burn, he had a chance of someone coming to heal him. That was not what he wanted.

The boy glared at the healing paste she was extending to him and took it. Then, he set it back onto the table with his good hand. No, he was not healing himself and by the gods he was not going to be healed by another. Sure, he knew how to heal himself, it had to become an essential while living with Kath; after a certain age, unless he had fainted or bled out, he was on his own for healing injuries. Yes, he knew how to do it, he was just deciding not to do it. He just looked at her as she thanked him. Quite honestly, he had no idea what to do. Ryan didn't really know how to react around positive things. That included praise and thanks. Well, he had known at one point of his life; even then, he didn't take it that well. Now he had completely forgotten. He just gave a slight shrug and rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

OOC: Sorry for his non chattiness
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry, Stubborn, Slightly Confused
To: Cordelia "Delia" Marshall-Daughter of Hermes
IC Word Count: 607
Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
Ryan's Story Thinking

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[Cordelia Marshall]

. .

There it was again, that gods forsaken whatever. Delia was beginning to think he did it just to torture her, which was probable. She doubted he would go out of his way just to annoy a complete stranger, even one he had been forced into being nice too. Nice, she believed because he could have just left her there to die. Fortunately he had not, that would not have gone over well. Not to mention Delia was fairly sure she would end up in tartarus and she wasn’t quite ready to begin an eternity of suffering just yet. Especially when there were so many other things left to be enjoyed on earth. Some things which she was more interested In finding then others.

That last whatever had been the final straw, she was done pretending it didn’t annoy her beyond compare. The trouble was she couldn’t think of a decent way to express her annoyance. Then the opportunity arose and despite her bodies objections she did it anyways. Carelessly she threw her legs over the side of the bed and took his hand, reaching for the salve he had placed on the bed side table. If he pulled away she would just be persistent, just like he had been with his ‘whatevers’. “This is a pretty bad burn,” she said trying to put an end to the awkward string of the only word he seemed to know. For a moment Delia was distracted by the scars on his hands and she had half a mind to ask about them. But unlike she had all day, she displayed her better judgment and left it be. The last thing she needed to deal with was him freaking out on her.

She felt him try and pull his hand away put she resisted, refusing to let him be stubborn about this. Delia tightened her grip, though she was sure it wouldn’t make much of a difference. She wasn’t exactly weak, but she wasn’t all that strong either. Delia debated reaching for the gauze, knowing he would most definitely pull away then, but it was a risk worth taking. With a shrug she reached for the wrap, it wasn’t like she had much of a choice. The salve was useless as if it just wiped it off. “I’m Delia by the way,” she said as she meticulously reordered the things she had knocked over. Apparently intense soreness made you unable to fully control yourself. She was rarely this clumsy but the circumstances made sense. “Do you mind?” she asked holding up the gauze. Seeing as she had just taken control the first time she thought it would be nice to ask. But even if he said no, it wasn’t like she would listen. Stubbornness was no excuse to be stupid.

466 . Wearing . Sorry for the delay and the godmod

[Ryan Simons]

It was sort of sad how annoying the heck out of anyone and everyone had become one of Ryan's goals in life. That was just it, straight out. Annoy the hades out of people. Most people in camp were perfect strangers to him even though he had been here for three years all year. So, in all technicality, he was annoying complete strangers on a daily basis. Okay, wait, scratch that; annoying people wasn't his goal in life, even though he was becoming rather effective. It was more like a habit than anything. A really bad one at that; but then again, what about Ryan wasn't negative? It could of been his job for all Camp knew. Job Description: Be an irritating boy who goaded lots of fights, be it physical or verbal. Check! He had done that plenty. He had gotten most of the Camp to hate him and he just hated them all right back. No, Ryan's actual goal in life was to just stay alive. Stay alive in the hectic, chaotic, stupid, and almost pointless life of a demigod. In most cases, whose destiny was to only live for a short amount of time. Ryan was fifteen, his life was probably half over.

Like all people, Ryan thought about death. Throughout his years at Camp, he noted that it was a topic that people tended to stay away from. Yes, he actually did pay attention to things around him. However, they were all demigods, half human, so he knew that it was always a thought, lurking in the back of the mind. Ryan really didn't mind death and dying. No one would care if he disappeared off the face of the god ruled earth and if he was honest with himself, neither would he. There was no point in life anyway. Sure, he had that goal of staying alive and becoming a good warrior, but whatever; if he had to die, he had to die. Ryan had come so close to dying in most of his trainings with his aunt. For a few days he even though he was going to be paralyzed from the neck down. But did that stop him from trying to get up and move? Nope. Not in the slightest. That one paralyzing incident actually showed him that Kath sort of kind of cared. Most of the time, she'd just let Ryan do whatever he wanted after he was hurt. If he ripped off the bandages or whatever before it had healed, it wasn't her problem. But when he got hit in the back, she had actually tied him to his bed and had made him stay.

Then the girl swung her legs over the side of the bed, reached over and grabbed his hand, then went for the salve. Nope. There was no way in heck that this was happening. He went to pull away; it was his hand that was burned, not his shoulder or arm, so it didn't hurt much. He forcefully tugged away. "Whatever," he growled, rolling his eyes. "It's a burn, it'll heal," he snapped, trying once again to tug away. If that wouldn't work, he'd have to try pinwheeling his arm towards her thumb next. In all honesty, he had had worse than burns on his body. For a moment, he noticed her pause and then saw her looking at his hand. Right, all of his never vanishing marks. He felt her tighten her grip and he realized that she'd be as stubborn about this as he was. He really did not want to be healed. Ryan hated this healing unit in the Big House and was to used to just healing himself.

When the girl went to reach for the gauze, Ryan took his chance and pinwheeled his arm in her grip. He rotated it so it would go to the thumb and she'd hopefully loose her grip. "Hi," he growled indifferently, shrugging as the girl told him her name. It was just then that he realized that she had told him her name rather late. She hadn't even told him when she wanted to challenge him. Well, whatever; he really didn't care. Part of his brain subconsiously logged the information away. He eyed her as she knocked over a few things. "Yes, I do mind, actually," he growled. Ryan really didn't want to be healed. Then again, he was thinking that the girl was getting that, but just being stubborn. Ah well, he'd just be stubborn right back.

OOC: Np ^^ Sorry for this wait... his mean muse ahs sort of dipped -_-
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry, Stubborn
To: Cordelia "Delia" Marshal-Daughter of Hermes
IC Word Count: 771

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking

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[Cordelia Marshall]

. .

He was really beginning to drive her insane. Which was saying a lot because Delia wasn’t really that angry of a person. In fact, unless you threatened someone she cared about, she wasn’t angry at all. It was really kind of sad, almost a waste of talent really. Delia could fight when she felt like it, she just never really bothered with it. Five years of training going to waste of the hyperactive blond. In her mind she was other talents that were more useful to the cause then just brandishing a sword.

Lying, for instance was one of her greatest talents. “You’re aware that if that burn isn’t properly treated it can damage the scar tissue and eventually render your hand useless. Not that you care I am sure, but it’s pretty hard to fight one handed. Just saying,” she grinned at him. Delia remembered hearing something along those lines not to long ago. One of the Apollo kids had tried to scare her into sticking around for treatment. Unfortunately for him she just stole some nectar and disappeared a couple minutes later. To this day he refused to treat her, even when she was the only one in need. Not that Delia minded, it made it that much easier for her to leave.

‘Hi’ was a little more then she expected. Though the slight growl was a little more fitting. She repressed a laugh when she noticed he didn’t say his name. Not that it mattered, she already knew. Vaguely she wondered how foolish it would be to attempt to annoy him in return. She wasn’t really looking for an enemy, but at the same time all was fair in love and war. Right? As far as she was concerned this situation with Ryan was war. “Nice to meet you Ryan,” she said with a smile.

When he said he minded she laughed. Of course he did, in fact she would have placed money on the fact if the opportunity was there. The problem here was, Delia didn’t care if he minded. He could fight her all he wanted but in the end, she would get what she wanted. That was just the way she worked. Sure Delia didn’t like conflict and she was mentally weak on some occasions, but the one constant was that she never quit. Idly she placed the things on the bed side table back in order before pulling his hand back towards her. “I guess it’s a good thing I was only asking to be nice then.” Methodically, she began to wrap his hand. She had seen this done several times before. Delia liked to consider herself a quick learner when it came to things like this. Not to mention, it was useful knowledge to have. Eventually Ryan would realize that too. Not that she really cared how long it took the Ares boy to get it together.

485 . Wearing . Sorry for the delay and the godmod

[Ryan Simons]

They can’t tell me who to be
‘Cause I’m not what they see.
And the world is still sleepin’,
While I keep on dreamin’ for me.
And their words are just whispers
And lies that I’ll never believe.

~I'm Still Here, Johnny Rzeznik[/size][/font][/right]

Ryan really didn't care if he was annoying this girl into insanity. He wasn't going to accept her help and that was it. End of story. The demigod didn't need another Camper's help, he was fine. So what if he got a scar out of it? It wouldn't be his first and it wouldn't be his last. Ryan knew how to heal himself, in all instances he was just too jumpy to just let it heal like it should. Ryan rolled his eyes in annoyance as his ADHD jumped a mind set. For some reason he began to think about archery. He still wanted to improve, but three years at Camp had done nothing for him. Nothing at all, dang it. He had observed archers in the range. The way they were positioned and the way they aimed; then came the next part: Ryan had tried to teach himself. That had been a fail for three years and counting. Of course, he was too stubborn to ask for help from anyone.

There had been that annoying Sunshine that had just started to randomly help him. After that, Ryan had become stubbornly determined to continue with archery and to keep trying to learn. The annoying camper's voice beside him brought him back to earth. He eyed her. "Yeah, sure it will," he snorted sarcastically. He didn't believe her at all. Ryan had gotten plenty of burns since his aunt had insisted on him making his own weapons in their mini forge. That, plus during his three years at camp, he had scaled the climbing wall. Kath had told him that skin was an organ and one could die if the majority of the skin was burned. If it was just a minor burn it'd heal on its own, at worse it would leave a scar. Ryan considered the burn he had just gotten as a minor burn.

He just rolled his eyes as she replied back with niceties. Whatever. It seemed like she already knew his name, so that was one less thing to worry about. He still hesitated over his name, as odd as that was. It was mostly because he wasn't used to it. For as long as he had lived with Kath, she hadn't used his name. Then, right before going to camp, she had asked him what his name was. It had taken Ryan several minutes to remember, but he finally had gotten it. He had remembered when he was asked upon coming to Camp and ever since then it had been in use, on and off. Ryan was getting more and more used to it, but it'd still be a bit before he'd immediately answer. "I wouldn't say the same about you," he growled.

Yes, he minded. Did he think that she was going to listen to him? No, not really. He rolled his eyes again, he didn't give a drachma if they were polite around him or not. He was just NOT having his arm bandaged. Ryan could manage himself. When she went to wrap his hand, Ryan first relaxed his entire arm. After about a few seconds, he sharply pulled it back. His hope was that as he had relaxed, the girl's grip would of as well. It was one way he would try to get her to not bandage him. The next was he was going to pinwheel his arm again. If she managed to get it bandaged, he'd just get out of her arm's reach and just take it off.

OOC: Np, sorry for my delay
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry, Stubborn
To: Cordelia "Delia" Marshall-Daughter of Hermes
IC Word Count: 606

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking

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[Cordelia Marshall]

. .

Delia rolled her eyes at Ryan. If he didn’t want to believe her then fine, it was his skin. Why should she care about whether or not he was all right anyways, it wasn’t like they were friends or anything. Even though they weren’t she still felt obligated to make sure he was okay, after all he had practically saved her life. Delia had to admit that despite all the ‘what evers’ Ryan wasn’t actually that bad. In fact, part of her was convinced that she could actually like being around him. Delia laughed at herself, it very well have just been the pain talking. She decided on this explanation because it seemed pretty clear to her that he did what ever was necessary to make people hate him. Whether or not it was on purpose she couldn’t be sure, but she knew he liked it better this way. “Think what you want, it’s your skin not mine.”

Delia was prepared for some ridiculous remark that would follow that. He wasn’t going to get to her now, now that she could tell how he ticked. Apparently nobody told him that Hermes kids are good at games and even better at cheating. To Delia, this whole conversation with him was nothing more than a game. Can Ryan keep up his tough guy attitude? Will she ever leave him alone? Will she let him live it down? Will he just leave her there? So many questions, went so many ways to lose.

“That’s all right, most people wouldn’t. I have quite the reputation around camp,” she said with a shrug. If he thought his dislike of her was going to help him win this struggle he was rather wrong. Being who she was, people just generally didn’t like her a lot of the time. She was tall, blond and very pretty with an affinity for flirting, which didn’t help much when it came to making friends. Most guys loved her and most girls just dealt with her. Until of course they were willing to get to know her, then things changed.

That didn’t really matter much here because she knew that Ryan had no desire to get to know her. Not that Delia really cared, Ares kids just weren’t her cup of tea. Not that she really had a problem with on cabin in particular, they were just too violent for her. She wanted to believe that they could actually be nice but that had remained to be seen at this point. Though saving someone’s life was working in his favor.

His repeated resistance really truly annoyed her. She understood the whole ‘I can do it myself’ mentality but Ryan was just being ridiculous. At that point Delia just didn’t care anymore. If he wanted to act that way then why should she care. It wasn’t like he was her family or anything, not technically at least. Delia just shrugged, rather painfully, and placed the stuff back on the bed side table. If he wanted to be stupid then fine, she wouldn’t stop him. “Well, um, thanks, I guess.” There wasn't much else left for either of them to say.

528 . Wearing . Still sorry for the delay lol