The morning rays from the sunrise beamed into the cabin as if the sounds of several dozens of alarm clocks were going off at the same time. It was a rough, long night. Lots of partying, lots of booze, and a lot of yelling. The latter was mostly from Clarissa to Jay. Everyone in the cabin, no matter how loud the other party were, heard Jay and Clarissa argue. Whether it was the alcohol in Clarissa’s system or her inner-Aphrodite coming through, there was one thing for certain: it was not a quiet night.
First they seemed to only be arguing about how Jay left without saying a single word to her. That was to be expected. That was a dick move that Jay did. He wasn’t being considerate to how Clarissa might’ve felt. Among her yelling and all of her words, Jay got in a few that wasn’t particularly something she wanted to hear. Or maybe it was more like she didn’t expect it. Jay had brought up his jealousy worries and how he feared that, with Sam around, perhaps there was a chance of Jay and Clarissa someone losing each other because of Mr. Broody. This spawned an entirely different argument. It was one that lasted through the night and almost well into the morning. If it wasn’t for the fact that Clarissa seemed to pass out from the alcohol that she consumed.
Even though he was able to sleep, the couch, as comfortable as it was, didn’t seem to do Jay any good. He was so stressed about Clarissa, about what Jay thought he heard Sam say. It must’ve been his imagination. He was probably just hearing things. Maybe it was all of the jealousy he was feeling, but Jay didn’t want that to overtake him again. He didn’t want to feel like a jealous dickbag. He didn’t want to think that Sam had a vision about Clarissa. He didn’t want to go to that place again. He sure as hell didn’t want to, once again, prove to be a worthless fighter.
Definitely the last thing he wanted was to fight Sam again — and lose horribly.
When he propped up from the couch, Jay looked around. The entire cabin looked like it had been ransacked. Bottles all over the place it seemed, food trays were on the table. To make matters worse, Jay had a migraine.
”What a way to start off the day!” Jay mumbled.
He stood up, feeling his foot out. It seemed to be healed somewhat. His cabin was a different story. How could he let this happen? Well, in his defense, Jay didn’t have much of a choice. He and Clarissa were fighting most of the night.
”Oh, what have I done..“ Jay shook his head fiercely, knowing he made a mistake last night.
Even after Clarissa passed out on his bed in the upstairs master bedroom and he let her sleep off the alcohol, Jay knew that he was in a lot more toruble come morning. Since it was morning, Jay was reminded of how he acted leading up to the fight and knew he had to make it up to her. But how..
”I know! It hit Jay like a rush of wind in his face.
Not wasting any time, Jay went to the kitchen. He would cook for not only Clarissa, Amelia, but also Sam. He would cook them a giant breakfast. He would make a feast that would make the gods jealous. He would make a feast that would do his Godly mother proud!
First came preparation. A chef who knew their stuff always knew how to prepare. Like, for example, the eggs. Crack them, but make sure not to get any shells into the mixture. Always a light amount of salt and pepper. For Jay’s specific style, he liked to add orange juice and red pepper flakes. It had always been his trademark secret. His father doesn’t like it, but he has odd tastes sometimes. As he would set that aside, Jay got some fresh potatoes from a basket. He peeled until it was as naked as a baby infant right after childbirth(minus all of the blood of course). He simply diced that up into cubes and set it in a bowl of cold water and let it sit. Then came the freshly baked baguette. He cut that up into eight slices of fresh, soft heaven. He put them into the pre-heated oven and let them get nice and toasty(of course not to burn them). Finally, Jay got the applewood bacon. Oh man, how it tasted divine after cooked. Jay sliced it into rather thick bit. The kind of bacon that was less than a third of an inch thick was a waste to eat by itself. On a sandwich? Pefection. However, for breakfast, the thicker the better. So, he cut off twelve, 1.5 inch-thick slices and put them on the a large, cast-iron skillet. All of them would cook evenly.
Time would pass. Almost an hour, to be specific. The aroma slowly spread its way around the kitchen, but it wasn’t going anywhere past that. Controlled by the essence of Demeter, it felt Jay’s desire and when he wanted it to, the aroma would embrace the three senses of smell in the cabin. However, that would not be until Jay was nearly done, which he was. The bacon had been resting, the bread was nice and toasty, eggs fluffy and delicious(he had a bite or two), and the potatoes were crispy, browned, and had the perfect amount of seasoning. Truly, it was ready.
And that’s when the aroma was released. It wouldn’t be that long until it reached them. By the time that it did, everyone would see the dining room table all made with two large bowls having yellow eggs and golden-brown, cubed potatoes. Each plate had a knife, fork, and spoon, three pieces of bacon, and each had two glasses: one with milk and the other with berry juice. Jay would be standing in front of the table, and in full view of where the stairs led to the first floor. When they would come down, they would see Jay smiling.
Location: Olympus Academy - Celina’s Office
Interacting With: Herself
From Anderson’s visit last night to his reveal of botching a kidnapping that daughter of Poseidon, Roze-whatever her surname was, Celina was feeling pressured. She either had to cement the final stages of her plans for Olympus Academy or she risked getting booted out. If she did, Celina would either end up dead by Anderson or by someone under his command. She knew today was going to be all or nothing. If she failed — no, there was no option to fail. She had to get it done and she had to do so today.
Celina sat in her office, her legs making it go side to side and she had her hand to her mouth, biting on her thumb. She did that when she was planning on how do away with Roze. Another kidnapping attempt would probably unwise. If Roze got away once and most likely she found her way to hope. Celina recalled that Roze often hung around that alpha male Son of Zeus, Zeke Carter and that unlike-her-father, Daughter of Hades, Corinthe Malakos. So, no doubt one of them would be staying with Roze at all hours. It was probably Zeke. A big, strong boy like that would definitely try to play the protector role.
Turning her chair to face the entrance to her office, Celina brought one of her hands underneath her desk. She reached and pressed a button. A clicking sound was heard. It wasn’t even a moment later until the center of her desk opened up and a screen emerged from it. Attached to it was a keyboard that had odd symbols and each symbol glowed with a specific color. Each symbol to have some kind of specific element too. Celina pressed the one that had a bluish-white, electrical feel to it. On the screen, a photo and a literal family tree of Zeus showed. There were several of them dating all the way back to ancient Greece and to the most recent years. There were several sub-branches, ones that had no further lines, and ones that had so many that it made Celina have a mini-headache just thinking about how many children Zeus had.
“Okay, Zeke Carter,” Celina mumbled, pressing Zeke’s name on the screen, and a hologram Zeke popped out of the screen. Celina smiled.
“Alright, Mr. Carter, how can I lure you away..?” Celina hummed thoughtfully.
Beside Hologram Zeke, there were known facts about the Son of Zeus. It was like those timetables that sporting events use for some teams and how some MMA promotions do for their fighters. There was height, weight, hair color, eye color, body type, what fashion he chose, his likes, his dislikes, what powers he got from his godly parent, and pretty much everything that Celina would need to know about him.
Based on all of this information, Celina deduced that Zeke was your cliché-as-cliché-gets jock. He was tall, buff, had blonde hair and blue eyes, liked sexually-attractive women his age, beer, and his friend. In all honesty, all of the information she had about Zeke made it too easy for her to devise a plan.
“Once he’s out of the way and all distracted, I will have my chance to deal with my little earthquaker,” Celina smirked.
If everything went according to her plan, Roze would die before lunch time.
Location: Olympus Academy(walking to the Café)
Interacting With: Raymond Severus Jones
@Obscurus
Yesterday was quite the experience for Harvey Blake. Being trapped in his own subconscious was something he never experienced. Of course, there wasn’t anything good about it. Apparently Raven did it to break up the fight between Harvey and Raven’s brother, James. Well, it wasn’t so much as a fight as it was a beat down. James didn’t get a good hit in. If Raven hadn’t stepped in, Harvey might’ve killed James. So, perhaps Harvey was thankful for that. Still, in his dream land or whatever the fuck it was called, Harvey didn’t exactly get what he expected to.
When Raven said that they “needed to talk”, he thought it was probably about how he was beating on James, but nope, wrong again. Apparently Raven wasn’t who she said she was. Well, it wasn’t the original Raven, not really, anyways. It seemed that she was only the lingering spriit of Raven, but was able to keep a physical form. Harvey thought that was odd and a bit stupid. Then again, most of this was in the idiotic zone. Why a lingering spirit needed to linger wasn’t of much importance to him. All he knew is that he was hitting on a dead girl. Well, not the worst thing that Harvey had done.
And so he found himself at the Café. After that long day, the morning better not suck.
When he took a seat at a table, he noticed it was quiet this morning. He saw that Ray was working.
“Yo, Ray-Ray, get me a coffee. No cream, just three sugars. And make it quick, will ya!” Harvey rudely shouted across the café to Raymond.
Location: The Facility - Moving to a “Secret Location
Interacting With: Anderson
It was dark. It was really dark. Vivian couldn’t see anything. Not since she called Dallas last night.
After the guards came back and she made sure to throw the cell phone she used where she saw it, Vivian pretended to be asleep. It made things easier for her not to have to look at those guards. As nice as they were, she just didn’t need that at the moment. Thing was that she actually did fall asleep. That was the last thing Vivian remembered about the night previous.
When Vivian was forced to wake up, she didn’t even see who did it. She felt strong hands over her nimble arms and a black, cotton bag over her head. It had no holes in it, so she couldn’t even get a dose of daylight on her. They knew that was the power of Apollo children. Sunlight gave them strength. They made sure to have every part of her body covered with clothing. Even worse, Vivian’s arms were hogtied in front of her and three sets of arms were holding her as she seemed to be walking down some kind of path. Her legs were chained together, so the rattling of chains was heard as she took small steps.
“Where are you taking me?” She asked, her voice sounding muffled under the mask/bag.
“Quiet!” Said one of the guards that were gripping her arm.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Said another, laughing suspiciously.
“I want to know where I’m going!” Vivian demanded.
Instead of getting an answer, Vivian received a decent punch to the gut, causing her to grunt loudly as she felt herself coughing up blood. However, since she couldn’t see anything, it was difficult for her to be certain about that.
Vivian was pretty much dragged the rest of the way. The strength in her feet gave out about halfway. Added to that, but her spunk never died. She kept asking for answers and in return, she got hard punches into her skinny gut. Eventually after enough punches, Vivian lost consciousness, her neck down as if she were a lifeless corpse.
How much time had passed was unknown to Vivian, but when she felt cold water being poured on her face, Vivian came back to the waking world. The covering on her head was gone and Vivian saw people. Though all of them were wearing black outfits that concealed their skin color and masks that concealed their faces. As she looked around, she saw other Demigods and Demigoddeses tied up to chairs that were linked together. The chairs were linked from the back and seemed to lead above. Vivian couldn’t’ see past about twenty yards, but cables were intertwined with each other.
As Vivian looked at who might be in the chairs, she was shocked to see who were in them. She saw Jeremy, she saw Alex, and to her shock, Stella! The first two, sure they were a shock, but when the hell did Stella find herself snatched up!? Vivian wasn’t necessarily a big fan of Stella, but to be kidnapped by these maniacs wasn’t what she wished on anyone.
Trying to struggle to get free from the restraints that kept her tied to the chiar, Vivian wiggled. She first did her legs and no luck. She then tried her arms and no luck there, either. Whatever they had her retrained with, it was strong — stronger than her little body and her feeble strength.
“What are you planning on doing with them!?” Vivian yelled as loud as she could, desperately trying to free herself.
No one answered her. She got a few heads turned, but they went back to the monitors they were looking at.
“WHY WON’T YOU TELL ME ANYTHING!” Vivian yelled again.
“Feisty this morning, aren’t you?”Vivian looked up, recognizing that voice, saw Anderson. His brown skin, short hair, and goatee made him stand out to her.
“Let me go!” Vivian scowled at him.
Anderson laughed as he approached Vivian.
“Oh, but my dear Vivian, I just cannot do that.” He leaned in closer to her,
“we have plans for you guys, specifically you and the Daughter of Zeus over there.” He smirked deviously.
“She’s not..”“For a Daughter of Zeus, I would have expected her to last a lot longer.” He mused aloud.
“YOU MONSTER!”“She's alive. Barely.” He laughed.
Vivian tried once more to free herself, but there was no budging.
“You’re going to pay for this!”“Oh?” Anderson was intrigued,
“and who exactly is going to make me pay?” He asked mockingly.
“If it’s not me when I get out of here, then it’s going to be all of the brothers and sisters of the Demis you kidnapped. If not them, then the wrath of the Gods and Goddesses themselves will rain down upon you with great fury and anger!” Vivian shouted, her voice cracking due to her
Anderson simply laughed.
“And you honestly believe the gods will be able to touch us once we’re done today?” He gave Vivian that thought to ponder on as he turned his back on her and went somewhere else in the room that she and the other Demis were.
Vivian, as much as she could, looked up, trying to see what all of those cables were leading towards. The words of Anderson stuck with her.
What exactly were they doing?” She thought, aimlessly wondering and gazing above.
