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As we've done so many times, Good evening/night!
Thane
It was rare that Thane could feel his skin crawl from the presence of another person and unfortunately, tonight was one of those rarities. Astrid's drunken appearance brought him a certain level of comfortableness, her desperate attempt to be... something, completely lost on him. She was still clearly bitter over earlier, practically to the point that he could taste it in the air. He had nothing to say to her, and when she addressed him, saying it was an adult party Thane struggled with the urge to roll his eyes and walk away. He hated liquor. The smell. The taste. What it did to people. Astrid's brother, Jack, the guy that was sailing at half mast whenever Erin was in the same room as him, made an appearance and dragged away Astrid, excusing her for being drunk. Something that was some relief to Thane. "I'm starting to think-" Thane began, already feeling the overwhelming urge to dip. Astrid's kissing of Erin caught him off guard, cutting his train of thought completely as a single thought raced through his head, That's my thing you jerk. Erin's fury was already welling up in her until she caught a glance of Thane who was giving her his usual stare. The 'I don't care what you want to do, you're not going to do it' stare.
A figure caught the corner of his eye. The socially awkward boy, Kindle, Thane thought his name was, stumbling near them with a look of disgust on his face. "Great." Thane sighed, stepping before Erin as the meek boy spewed out his liquor which caused Thane's skin to crawl for the second time tonight as he felt the skin on his neck moisten, his hair dampen, and the scent of liquor filled his nose. It was enough to make him noxious, his face scrunching up for a moment as the scent filled his nostrils, becoming ever present as the liquor seemed to seep into his skin, hair, and clothing further. He was even wearing his favourite (only) leather jacket, which had been kept rather immaculate until now. He'd have to take care of this before the smell got to him any further. Thane's eyes quickly scanned Erin, at least pleased that she hadn't gotten any liquor on her. Jack had already returned from dealing with his sister and was now on his way to make a move on Erin, his smile reminding him of a half-assed son of Aphrodite. Thane's head drifted up to Erin's sleeve, giving it a slight tug. "I'm going to go back to the cabin and wash off the beer Kindle spewed all over me." He said with a long sigh, his eyes drifting from Erin to Jack, and back to her. Perhaps he shouldn't ask her to come back with him. It'd be good for her to make new friends, right? Find someone to become close with beyond him? She wanted that, didn't she? "Night," Thane mumbled, turning back to the way that they came.
He walked with his hands deep inside his pockets, his eyes fixated on the ground as he tried to make his way though the crowd, most people parting at the sight of the Hand of Death. It seemed his reputation still preceded him. At least that was useful in getting out of the party. Talk of starting a fire caught his ear and when he gave a glance to the source of the noise, he caught eyes with the redheaded daughter of Ares. He gave a disapproving shake of his head, continuing to walk past them as he looked back ahead of him. That wouldn't be his fight to deal with. Dionysus or one of the other campers could handle that ticking time bomb. Right now he just wanted to disappear into his cabin and rinse off the sticky residue in his hair and on his neck and clothes.
Auguste
Auguste slid out of the window as she made her way over, his eyes lingering on her as long as they could as he slipped out, dropping onto his feet and turning to watch her as she followed suit. A smirk grew across his face as she leaned out the window, reenacting the most iconic scene from Billy Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. He couldn't help but play along as he reached out to her, touching her cheek. "I, a Montague, and you a Capulet," Auguste stifled a laugh, stepping close to her, moving a hand to her hip, "Doth desire you, dearest Juliet. Will you let I take all yourself?" He brought a hand up to her hand and helped her trough the window, bringing her feet down gently to the ground.
"My fair Juliet," Auguste said softly, slipping an arm around her, resting his hand on her hip, "I hope you don't mind." He couldn't help but let out a giggle, giving her a small squeeze and bringing her closer to him as he did. He walked as slowly as he could, wanting to take as much time as possible to arrive at the party. It was best to be fashionably late. The bonus of being seen with the lovely pink haired girl now known as Juliet from a mile away was an added bonus. "I want to apologize in advanced, Syl." Auguste said softly, his eyes fixated on the cabin of Ares. His grip on her loosened slightly as he thought he caught the eyes of the boy who was getting awfully friendly with her earlier. Auguste continued, his voice almost remorseful, "I think someone's going to get into a fight with me tonight and I'd hate for you to be around when that happens."
It was rare that Thane could feel his skin crawl from the presence of another person and unfortunately, tonight was one of those rarities. Astrid's drunken appearance brought him a certain level of comfortableness, her desperate attempt to be... something, completely lost on him. She was still clearly bitter over earlier, practically to the point that he could taste it in the air. He had nothing to say to her, and when she addressed him, saying it was an adult party Thane struggled with the urge to roll his eyes and walk away. He hated liquor. The smell. The taste. What it did to people. Astrid's brother, Jack, the guy that was sailing at half mast whenever Erin was in the same room as him, made an appearance and dragged away Astrid, excusing her for being drunk. Something that was some relief to Thane. "I'm starting to think-" Thane began, already feeling the overwhelming urge to dip. Astrid's kissing of Erin caught him off guard, cutting his train of thought completely as a single thought raced through his head, That's my thing you jerk. Erin's fury was already welling up in her until she caught a glance of Thane who was giving her his usual stare. The 'I don't care what you want to do, you're not going to do it' stare.
A figure caught the corner of his eye. The socially awkward boy, Kindle, Thane thought his name was, stumbling near them with a look of disgust on his face. "Great." Thane sighed, stepping before Erin as the meek boy spewed out his liquor which caused Thane's skin to crawl for the second time tonight as he felt the skin on his neck moisten, his hair dampen, and the scent of liquor filled his nose. It was enough to make him noxious, his face scrunching up for a moment as the scent filled his nostrils, becoming ever present as the liquor seemed to seep into his skin, hair, and clothing further. He was even wearing his favourite (only) leather jacket, which had been kept rather immaculate until now. He'd have to take care of this before the smell got to him any further. Thane's eyes quickly scanned Erin, at least pleased that she hadn't gotten any liquor on her. Jack had already returned from dealing with his sister and was now on his way to make a move on Erin, his smile reminding him of a half-assed son of Aphrodite. Thane's head drifted up to Erin's sleeve, giving it a slight tug. "I'm going to go back to the cabin and wash off the beer Kindle spewed all over me." He said with a long sigh, his eyes drifting from Erin to Jack, and back to her. Perhaps he shouldn't ask her to come back with him. It'd be good for her to make new friends, right? Find someone to become close with beyond him? She wanted that, didn't she? "Night," Thane mumbled, turning back to the way that they came.
He walked with his hands deep inside his pockets, his eyes fixated on the ground as he tried to make his way though the crowd, most people parting at the sight of the Hand of Death. It seemed his reputation still preceded him. At least that was useful in getting out of the party. Talk of starting a fire caught his ear and when he gave a glance to the source of the noise, he caught eyes with the redheaded daughter of Ares. He gave a disapproving shake of his head, continuing to walk past them as he looked back ahead of him. That wouldn't be his fight to deal with. Dionysus or one of the other campers could handle that ticking time bomb. Right now he just wanted to disappear into his cabin and rinse off the sticky residue in his hair and on his neck and clothes.
Auguste
Auguste slid out of the window as she made her way over, his eyes lingering on her as long as they could as he slipped out, dropping onto his feet and turning to watch her as she followed suit. A smirk grew across his face as she leaned out the window, reenacting the most iconic scene from Billy Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. He couldn't help but play along as he reached out to her, touching her cheek. "I, a Montague, and you a Capulet," Auguste stifled a laugh, stepping close to her, moving a hand to her hip, "Doth desire you, dearest Juliet. Will you let I take all yourself?" He brought a hand up to her hand and helped her trough the window, bringing her feet down gently to the ground.
"My fair Juliet," Auguste said softly, slipping an arm around her, resting his hand on her hip, "I hope you don't mind." He couldn't help but let out a giggle, giving her a small squeeze and bringing her closer to him as he did. He walked as slowly as he could, wanting to take as much time as possible to arrive at the party. It was best to be fashionably late. The bonus of being seen with the lovely pink haired girl now known as Juliet from a mile away was an added bonus. "I want to apologize in advanced, Syl." Auguste said softly, his eyes fixated on the cabin of Ares. His grip on her loosened slightly as he thought he caught the eyes of the boy who was getting awfully friendly with her earlier. Auguste continued, his voice almost remorseful, "I think someone's going to get into a fight with me tonight and I'd hate for you to be around when that happens."
Auguste leant against the wall of the cabin, waiting patiently as he heard her moving around. She was going to open the window. There wasn't an inkling of a doubt in his mind that she would. She was too nice, to sweet, too innocent. And that was what drew him to her. She almost felt like an incorruptible object colliding against his corrupting force. He was always so excited to see her, to get a chance to tease her just a little more, to take just another small step towards grabbing her heart. She was one of the few that he had no kissed to grab the attention of. A son of Aphrodite should be able to win over a heart without resorting to cheating, even if something as delectable as a set of lips were the ultimate cheat code. A shark-like grin flashed across his face as he heard the latch to her window unlock, the window creaking open, letting the scent of a woman's room filter out into the air. "Front doors take all the fun out of things," Auguste said as he pulled himself through her window, dropping into her room on his two feet, his boots making a dull thud, "Windows give things a certain air of romance anyway," continued Auguste as he went up to the girl, putting his hands on her soft shoulders, "Romeo and Juliet, Rapunzel, every good romance starts with a window." His voice was almost a whisper, as if he meant for only her to hear.
His hands drifted down her shoulders, sliding along her arms, his hands parting way from her as they reached her wrists. He took a small step back, his eyes carefully going over every inch of her, eating up the display. He held his breath, going completely silent, a small roguish smile creeping up on his face. He moved in slowly, closing the gap once more as he leaned in, his lips near her ear as they were earlier that day. "On your worst, you look better than any of my sisters on their best." He pulled back, bringing a hand to her cheek, which he ever so gently touched, "You look fantastic, Syl. You always do. It's criminal that you can't see for yourself and truly appreciate it." He slowly backpedaled through the room, dropping down when he reached the window, making a seat out of the window sill. "Come on, let's take the fun way out and get to the party." Auguste grinned.
His hands drifted down her shoulders, sliding along her arms, his hands parting way from her as they reached her wrists. He took a small step back, his eyes carefully going over every inch of her, eating up the display. He held his breath, going completely silent, a small roguish smile creeping up on his face. He moved in slowly, closing the gap once more as he leaned in, his lips near her ear as they were earlier that day. "On your worst, you look better than any of my sisters on their best." He pulled back, bringing a hand to her cheek, which he ever so gently touched, "You look fantastic, Syl. You always do. It's criminal that you can't see for yourself and truly appreciate it." He slowly backpedaled through the room, dropping down when he reached the window, making a seat out of the window sill. "Come on, let's take the fun way out and get to the party." Auguste grinned.
Wintergrey said
Reading up on personalities for research... Eli seems like a shark to me. That just popped into my head so yeah.
Precisely why I don't write personalities. It leaves more to the imagination.
Wintergrey said
well shit, nines times must be a record
It's impressive to say the least.
Wintergrey said
So im thinking about making a new character, its just a matter of who their parent should be... BTW this will be my first time RPing with more than one character so this could be interesting or just completely bomb.
X9
Hahahaha, RPG had converted to the dark side.
EDIT: Alrighty, to avoid multiposts, just try posting once. It took nearly ten minutes for this post to go through. Don't try to resend anything. Just try posting once and wait. At least, that's what is working for me.
And a septapost in the IC. Good lord, RPG, less buggy servers, please.
A massive figure filled the doorway behind the redheaded daughter of Ares, the figure smelling faintly of grapes and fertilizer. A musky aroma of sweat and smoke surrounded the figure, it's muscular form threatening to tear through the strained white shirt that clung to his skin. "I know whatcha want, kid." Dionysus grumbled, squeezing past the girl, his form seeming to fill the room as he stepped in. He gave a quick look around, his eyebrows dropping slightly as his sweat lined brow furrowed. "Looks like ya haven't stole nothin, so you ain't in trouble, kiddo." he sniffed the air, sighing heavily as he chose to address the girl directly. "You one of Ares's girls, eh? Drop the innocent act. All my brother makes are bitches and brats, either way I ain't gonna buy your act." Dionysus stepped heavily toward his fridge, yanking it open with a heavy air, his massive hand darting in to grab a drink, retreating with a mug of coffee. He swished the murky water sadly, mentally cursing his father for the banning of wine. Dionysus was surrounded by the vineyards all day, spent most of his time making wine, spent his entire life perfecting the concoction, and now he was forced to drink the bitter piss that is coffee or the sweeter piss that is coke. Life was hell.
"I know what you want, kid. You ain't getting it from me. Just host your little party and don't start any fires, that Aphrodite boy will probably bring wine. Always does. Thinks he's slick when he steals it." Dionysus dropped down onto his lazyboy, the chair groaning at the massive muscular form's weight, "Get the fuck outta here kid." He all but growled, chugging down bitter piss.
Auguste retired to his cabin shortly after his little afternoon escapades, his lips still tasting faintly of ash after getting a taste of the lovely red head from the Hephaestus dorm. His tongue slid along his lips, savouring the taste as he stood before the floor to ceiling mirror in his room, thoroughly examining every inch of his sleek, muscular body. Each and every hair was just right, his nails were cut and clean, his teeth white but not too white. Once he was satisfied with every inch of his body, it was time to get dressed and get out of he buff. Auguste carefully went through his selection of self tailored suits, various jackets, more shoes than people in camp, and every accessory that Auguste could have dreamed of since he first began creating his wardrobe. If a camper were to ask him how he stored all of his possessions, Auguste would simply grin and whisper that it was a gift from the gods. In reality, he knocked down the wall of a neighboring room, sealed the door, and turned it into locked closet/pseudo-wine-cellar/storage-unit. It's not like the other brats Aphrodite popped out needed the extra space. It was just him and four other girls who were to busy jumping onto any boy that looked their way to appreciate their cabin. He settled on a pair of black jeans and a tan bombers jacket with a white t-shirt and tan workman's boots that had never seen a day of work in their life. It was a simple party and it'd be a simple outfit.
As night crept into the camp, snuffing day, Auguste left the cabin in the company of two blonde tarts who each clutched a couple of bottles of wine to their tight little bodies, their glossy lips, wipe hips, and lust filled eyes easily revealing their lineage. "The new Ares kids are throwing a party tonight, doves. Be sure to tell them I sent the wine." Auguste called over his shoulder, tossing a wave to the two girls who stared toward his back with a hint of confusion. "Where are you going?" One of the two called out, the question drawing a grin from the wolf masquerading as a man, "I'm picking up my date, doves. Now hurry, can't keep our new friends waiting." Auguste never shared with the two that he didn't know if there was a party being held with the Ares children. He had a sixth sense for those kinds of things though and in the end, if they weren't planning on having a party, Auguste would just force their hand once he arrived.
Auguste turned and dropped his back against a cabin wall, the cabin belonging to the pearl of this oyster that is camp half-blood, the Faberge egg that continued to elude him, the porcelain doll that he wanted to keep all to himself. His hand drew up to the window, his knuckles slowly rapping against the window that belonged to a certain pink haired girl. He gave a few seconds pause before he spoke, knowing that she was in there. "There's a party tonight, Syleste and it'd break my heart if I couldn't take you." Auguste said, figuring she'd be listening now. He remained against the wall, restraining himself from peeking in, not wanting to risk catching her in a moment of indecency. "Feel free to open the window," he added, his grin crawling onto his lips, "If you need help deciding what to wear, I can always slip in and help you get dressed."
"I know what you want, kid. You ain't getting it from me. Just host your little party and don't start any fires, that Aphrodite boy will probably bring wine. Always does. Thinks he's slick when he steals it." Dionysus dropped down onto his lazyboy, the chair groaning at the massive muscular form's weight, "Get the fuck outta here kid." He all but growled, chugging down bitter piss.
Auguste retired to his cabin shortly after his little afternoon escapades, his lips still tasting faintly of ash after getting a taste of the lovely red head from the Hephaestus dorm. His tongue slid along his lips, savouring the taste as he stood before the floor to ceiling mirror in his room, thoroughly examining every inch of his sleek, muscular body. Each and every hair was just right, his nails were cut and clean, his teeth white but not too white. Once he was satisfied with every inch of his body, it was time to get dressed and get out of he buff. Auguste carefully went through his selection of self tailored suits, various jackets, more shoes than people in camp, and every accessory that Auguste could have dreamed of since he first began creating his wardrobe. If a camper were to ask him how he stored all of his possessions, Auguste would simply grin and whisper that it was a gift from the gods. In reality, he knocked down the wall of a neighboring room, sealed the door, and turned it into locked closet/pseudo-wine-cellar/storage-unit. It's not like the other brats Aphrodite popped out needed the extra space. It was just him and four other girls who were to busy jumping onto any boy that looked their way to appreciate their cabin. He settled on a pair of black jeans and a tan bombers jacket with a white t-shirt and tan workman's boots that had never seen a day of work in their life. It was a simple party and it'd be a simple outfit.
As night crept into the camp, snuffing day, Auguste left the cabin in the company of two blonde tarts who each clutched a couple of bottles of wine to their tight little bodies, their glossy lips, wipe hips, and lust filled eyes easily revealing their lineage. "The new Ares kids are throwing a party tonight, doves. Be sure to tell them I sent the wine." Auguste called over his shoulder, tossing a wave to the two girls who stared toward his back with a hint of confusion. "Where are you going?" One of the two called out, the question drawing a grin from the wolf masquerading as a man, "I'm picking up my date, doves. Now hurry, can't keep our new friends waiting." Auguste never shared with the two that he didn't know if there was a party being held with the Ares children. He had a sixth sense for those kinds of things though and in the end, if they weren't planning on having a party, Auguste would just force their hand once he arrived.
Auguste turned and dropped his back against a cabin wall, the cabin belonging to the pearl of this oyster that is camp half-blood, the Faberge egg that continued to elude him, the porcelain doll that he wanted to keep all to himself. His hand drew up to the window, his knuckles slowly rapping against the window that belonged to a certain pink haired girl. He gave a few seconds pause before he spoke, knowing that she was in there. "There's a party tonight, Syleste and it'd break my heart if I couldn't take you." Auguste said, figuring she'd be listening now. He remained against the wall, restraining himself from peeking in, not wanting to risk catching her in a moment of indecency. "Feel free to open the window," he added, his grin crawling onto his lips, "If you need help deciding what to wear, I can always slip in and help you get dressed."
Silent Esper said
I dunno about you guys, but I'll pretty much shove anything in my mouth that tastes good.
Auguste would love you.
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