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Where do bad rainbows go? To a prism. It's a light sentence, but it gives them time to reflect.
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@LG aw hell yeah! Keepin my eye out for it for sure!
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A Collaberation between @Altered Tundra & @eclecticwitch
F e a t u r i n g S t e l l a & P e n n y




After the rush and thrill of picking out swimsuits, accessories and whatever else Penny decided they needed, she lead the way out of the door and into the hot pink Porsche Donny had bought her. She hopped into the driver's seat and started her up. The beautiful beast purred to life with a rumble and Penny turned to Stella with a huge grin on her face. “You ready, darling?”

The confirming sound of a slammed door was the first thing that Penny should take as Stella’s nonverbal ‘yes’, but as she brought her brown eyes to Penny’s, she gave nothing but a calm, happy smile to her friend. “Yep, yep, yep!” She happily said back to Penny. “Let’s go hit the beach! I’m so ready to soak in some rays!”

“Me too,” she said, perhaps with a bit too much enthusiasm. She was desperate to get Stella away from this house. Within moments they were driving off, sun shining and the top down. The wind blew Penny’s hair and made the curls absolutely wild! She pulled an iPod out of a little compartment and handed it over to Stella. “Play whatever you want!” she shouted, the wind sweeping most of it away.

Had Stella not already had practical bed hair, she would’ve been up in arms about her chocolate hair flying all over the place. But honest to every god in every religion, she was having too much fun. With verbal permission from her friend, Stella chose to stick to what she felt was the perfect road trip song to the beach. Even though it would only take them ten or so minutes, Stella took it upon herself to switch to the pop radio station that Penny seemed to have programmed. To her surprise, it was the same one she listened to.

“Oh my God, you listen to The Claw 99.3 as well!?” Stella gasped at the top of her lungs, mostly due to how the wind forced her to practically scream.

“Hell yeah babycakes!” The two girls jammed out on a short trip to the beach. Penny was feeling better, her smile was more honest, which was something Stella took notice almost immediately. Once there she parked the car and grabbed the bag she had brought with them which held essentials. “Where to?” she asked, gesturing to the expanse of sand.

“Oh!”

Without even thinking, Stella saw the perfect spot right by where the water was. It was maybe a yard and a half away. Most importantly, her eyes homed in on how nobody took the spot. It was just too perfect. The sun was shining and it wasn’t too humid, either. Usually, Florida humidity was a common thing this time of year (Which Penny’s hair was often too happy to communicate), but on this particular Sunday, it was low and cool. Plus, the breeze coming in from the ocean was just what the girls needed to relax fully.

Stella absentmindedly took hold of Penny’s hand and led her to the spot. Quickly when they arrived, Stella would once again take the initiative by taking the blanket that Penny had packed into her bag and lay it out (with Penny’s help of course). When it was secure on the sandy beach, she sat down on her knees and smiled at her friend. “It’s so nice out here, isn’t it?” She asked cheerfully.

Penny flipped off the hat that she had placed on her head in the brief moments from car to blanket and laid back rather dramatically. “I’m ready for my close up, Mister Demille,” she said cheerfully as she posed, one arm holding her up and the other holding the hat aloft. Her legs were crossed sensually across the blanket. After a moment longer, she collapsed backward with a small laugh. It was just what she needed.

She looked up at Stella, the sound of the waves lapping against the shore. “Love,” she asked lightly, “If you could be anywhere in the world, where would you be?”

“Paris, France,” Stella said without even so much as thinking about it.

“My dreamy romantic,” she replied and closed her eyes for a minute. Penny enjoyed the rays of the sun and the warmth of the day. A day away from a weekend she was already dreading. “Why France?”

“Well, I come from French ancestry. I’m not sure if you knew that. My father’s family comes from France. My father's ancestor s who would be my ancestors, too, originated from a small town called Sauveterre.” When Stella spoke, the slightest hint of a French pronunciation came through her normal feminine voice. “We still have some relatives that live there even though most of my cousins live in Paris. I just want to go there as soon as I can. I miss seeing Annabelle,” she somewhat muttered to herself.

As Stella spoke, Penny could hear her going back to the places she had visited before. She lay on the blanket, chin propped up on an upturned palm and just watched the young woman nearly reminisce. “Mmm, it sounds delightful. I wish I had something like that. All that family and history.”

Though she was still smiling, Stella became mindful of Penny and tried to cool it back a bit. “Where is your family from Penny? I’d love to know!”

How could she answer that honestly without souring the mood? Penny sat up and stared at the waves. The silence dragged on. She didn’t want to lie to Stella and that was the true struggle. Had it been anyone else she could have come up with something, anything to deflect. She cared far too much about this girl to lie to her. Penny turned her face and studied Stella for a moment. “They all passed away,” she finally responded. “All that is left is Don. And he’s not even blood.”

Stella was drawing a blank as she trying to unconfuse herself. “Was Don the one I met earlier?” Stella asked her friend.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, he was.”

Admittedly, Stella was more relieved to hear that confirmation that she let on. She grinned happily for Penny. If not to hide her own whirling thoughts about how weirded out she was seeing that kiss between Penny and her non-blood relative, Donny, then just to preserve the overall enjoyment she felt being with Penny and having fun beachside.

And that’s when Stella, instead of wanting to pursue the thought in her mind about Donny, she had decided to focus on how amazing the water looked. “Y’know, I’m half tempted to take a dip,” she smiled through her words. “Though, maybe I should put on some sunblock.” The rare moment of a mindful Stella reached into Penny’s bag. She knew she saw sunblock in there before they left her house.

A quick rub of sunblock all over her body, Stella stood up and offered to do the same for Penny - at least her back. Once it was done and once Penny was able to do that as well, she smiled at her friend. “Let’s hit the water!”


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From Damien trying his best to not become increasingly bothered by the rising numbers of people who have converged around where he and Emma had chosen to sit, Damien, much like his sister often did, observed the scene unfolding. From the sudden bumping of heads the Sunshine Girl and Trash Incarnate, Dustyn had managed to do, elsewhere Damien relunctantly caught the whiff of one strong scent. While he wasn't as in sync with the sense of smell that certain hunter offspring were, that particular scent mixed in with cannabis and whatever Ariana Mossos chose to spray all ove rher tanned body was hard for the Son of Nyx to ignore. It was just as much atrocious as it was potent.

"Why you would offer free weed is beyond me, Azura," Damien commented briefly, shooting the brunette a short-lived glare, though it warped up into a grin. He managed to sneak away two of the offered joints via shadow tendrils that scooped a couple of them from the container Azura brought out. He popped one into his mouth while digging into his pocket for a lighter. Quickly lighting it, he blew out a puff of natural herbal smoke and did so away from his sister. "I have one for you if you want it," he commented just briefly, offering the girl a smile that held just as much genuine kindness he showed only to his sister, though others often saw the softer side to Damien Black if they were lucky.

He turned around and surveyed the lake. From the view of the lake where he saw Ian Rivers and to where that bright red not-a-firetruck truck was located, Damien wondered who was the least boring of the bunch. He wasn't sure exactly who would benefit from his company. Or if they would even have it. Truth be told, Damien was more than content just standing on the sidelines with his sister. He sure as hell didn't want to get too involved with Ariana and whatever she had planned for Jonas, though based off of the vibe he was getting, Jonas didn't want any part of it either. He wasn't sure if he should be laughing now, but Damien couldn't resist. What he didn't catch until it was too late was how Damien did such an action a bit too loudly.

"Oops," he stopped, though a proud smirk came in place of the giggles. "Guess it's not a laughing matter," he said to his sister. "But I guess it serves Ariana right. It was pretty bold of her to think Jonas Highwind would actually be interested in her brand of whatever product she was selling," he said with the full knowledge that the Daughter of Aphrodite heard him, which happened to be his exact intention.






If there was one thing Kavi hated, it was how the little kids who hopped on Black Ops tried to act all hard when they got fragged in the face while trying to camp. He didn’t like to brag about his skills, but when they assaulted his mother by claiming that they did things with her he never wanted to think about or call him the wrong racial slur, Kavi had no problem repeating to them exactly what they said to him just at the start of the game five minutes ago.

“And tell your mom I’ll see her tonight, little boy!” Kavi’s final words before he threw a frag grenade at the twelve-year old’s character and their body went flying several yards in the opposite direction.

When he heard many, many, many racial slurs being thrown his way, Kavi decided, for his own sanity, he would log off for a little while. His neck was cramping up having spent almost an hour crushing bored husband and bored preteens in Free For All. He always did prefer going in solo. There was nothing more satisfying than going at it solo and killing the little kids who thought they could play with the big boys.

Kavi ventured from his gaming/study desk where he had three monitors (two computer screens, one television) and had gone to his bed. When he decided to lay back, it was in that very moment that he soon realized it was going to be impossible for him to bring himself back up if he needed to do much of anything. He was so relaxed on his memory foam mattress and a pillow that felt like a cloud comforted his aching body more than any amount of whining little kids on Black Ops, crying about their killstreak ending. When he thought about that, the teen smiled widely, though it was probably too widely because he soon whined himself from his cheeks forcing the makeshift brace holding his broken nose in place -- a brace that was not yet ready for impact.

“This is going to suck,” Kavi whined, even more, eyes started to water from the pain. No, he wasn’t crying. The pain was just so great that it caused an unintentional reaction.

Laying there for about ten minutes, Kavi must have fallen asleep for a short period, but he soon woke up to the vibrating noise of his cellphone. He really didn’t want to look at what kind of alert it was. Kavi was very much enjoying the peace and solace that came with being left alone. Nikki hadn’t decided to both him and with Kavi being grounded and his mother not giving two shits about what her kids were doing because of the Dolphins game on, Kavi had the benefit of being able to just relax. He sure as hell wasn’t going to go out. He didn’t feel like enduring the heat and, honestly? Kavi was more than content just relaxing.

Buzz! Buzz!

And yet, his phone wasn’t feeling the same way. Whoever kept buzzing him, after ten of them in less than five minutes, he had enough of it. Kavi gave into it and saw they were all notifications for his Instagram account. He stared at the list of growing notifications for a full minute. He must’ve gotten about fifty now. And every time he got another, his phone buzzed and buzzed. Kavi was growing weary of it, so he opened up his Instagram app and saw they were comments on one fucking video that he was tagged in.

@KavMeister getting arrested by the @PalmBeachPD after getting punched by @AGrey

The video itself made Kavi roll his eyes. A poorly looped video of Ariel punching his nose and Kavi’s body staggering as the overproduced trap remix of a pretty shitty trap beat looped in with Kavi’s grunt and the slew of curse words he had said when Ariel punched him. Even as he watched the minute-long video that had a youtube link attached to it, the only thing he seemed to care about was how many comments there were. Some in support of Kavi for taking that punch while others seemed to be sending the laughing emoji way too many times. Whatever the reason, as he scrolled down, he got tired of it and clicked out of the app.

“Fucking idiots,” Kavi muttered to himself as he put his phone on his nightstand.

There was no way in hell he was going to entertain those trolls with another minute of his time, though he figured he should at least give Ariel a heads up. That was when he picked his phone back up and called her. After a minute of nonstop ringing, he heard her voicemail message and, with no surprise, it was of one of the bands she loved listening to. Whatever the reason about it was, this made Kavi smile widely. And, again, he winced.

“Hey, I’m not sure when you’re going to check your phone, but some idiots tagged us in a video of you punching me and looping it with some footage of me getting arrested. Safe to say, I’d avoid Instagram or any other social media.” There was a one to two-second pause of silence from Kavi’s end. “Anyway, guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good one, Ari.”

Kavi soon hung up. Even though the thought of the comments he read lingered for a few minutes longer than he would’ve preferred, he started to wonder eager someone must’ve been to not only put those two separate videos together but also be so into the goal of making sure everyone saw it to tag both Kavi and Ariel in it. Whoever that person was, they were a sad excuse for a human being. Kavi wasn’t perfect, but even he wouldn’t do something like this. Whoever that person was, Kavi was above trying to find them and give them a beating they deserved. Instead, he’d let Karma take care of that.

Shrugging it all off for a final time, Kavi proceeded to lay back, letting himself get the nap he knew he deserved. Or if not deserved, then what he’s been wanting for a couple of hours.

Desperately need break


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Bottomfeeder — blessthefall — Awakening
Ready For The Weekend — Icona Pop — This Is...
If I Leave — A Day to Remember — What Separates Me From You
Hear Me — Imagine Dragons — Night Visions
Teenagers (Live In Mexico) — My Chemical Romance — The Black Parade is Dead
And The Snakes Started to Sing — Bring Me the Horizon — Sempiternal (Deluxe Edition)
Dance With the Angels — Eyeshine — My Paper Kingdom (Remastered)
I Hate Everything About You (Acoustic) — Three Days Grace — Three Days Grace
Bitterness or Sympathy — Ron Pope — Atlanta (Deluxe Edition)
Star Shaped Heart — Atmosphere — Southsiders
*waves to the stalkers*
[*Insert Interest for Daughter of Demeter Here*]


Yessss! Happy to have ya! :D

I'm caving in and dropping interest for Hephaestus' daughter and Poseidon's son, if you'll have me! Just, please be patient with me since I have to read the sheets and stuff lol.

The daughter I have a stronger idea for, but I can't help but play males too!


Sweet deal! Can't wait to see what you got even though I already know some of it
@Sanity43217 Sweet! Looking forward to it. :)


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In between Vivian's head feeling it was going to explode from the inside and how much her body was already aching from her tumble down from the moderately-sized cliff that she fell from, she somehow found the strength from within to actually stand up. Though, as she stumbled somewhat, Vivian was grateful that her back hit up against her brother's chest. Thank her Godly father for producing at least one sturdy child because Vivian sure wasn't such a person. She was as fragile as fragile got. She could still hear the ringing in her ears and every sound that she heard only was multiplied and the pain was even more so than that.

As the blonde finally found her equilibrium, she eyed the partygoers, her eyes first going to the rather pretty Son of Hera who would then echo her brother about the ice. She wasn't sure if they were looking at her, but as soon as she could, she slowly turned to her brother. "I'm okay. I just have a really bad headache," she whined, nodding to his offer about getting some ice. "That would be dandy," Vivian smile beamed at her brother.

Just a moment later, Dustyn spoke from behind her. She turned quickly, but she knew that was a mistake. Her vision went from slightly double to just about seeing five of Dusty. It was in that same moment, she saw five Dustyn Flint's holding out a bloody tooth and giving it to her. Whatever was happening, Vivian knew she had hit her head harder than she would have liked to. Being the kind of person that she was, however, Vivian reached out and took the tooth. It only took four more tries before she finally took it. "T-thanks," Vivian awkwardly said.

At least I think I mean thanks.

She really didn't know how to respond but Vivian wasn't the kind of girl who would refuse a gift, especially if it was a gift that she was solely responsible for causing. The only silver lining was how Dusty didn't seem to care. She couldn't help but make a note how the Daughter of Dionysus took her cigarette and continued as she was prior to bumping heads with Vivian.

Once more, she turned back around to her brother. "Sorry I was late. I kept getting lost. I guess I missed out on daddy's sense of direction," Vivian admitted, looking embarrassed with shades of pink appearing on her face.
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