writingrin

Please move our thread

Hi,

I started our thread in the wrong forum (apparently, despite the level of RP, ALL levels of 1x1 rps go in that forum?)

Can someone move it to 1x1 then? That would be better than us reposting, I believe.

it's here

Thanks

Early Morning Thievery (1x1 with Nobodyman123)

Hermione smiled back and let him go. Connor tossed her a look as Paul came in and shut the door. "Since when did you two get so chummy, Hermy?" he asked, tossing in the loathed nickname mostly because it sort of rhymed. He smiled in a supremely irritating way.

"Oh, go back to your project," Hermione snapped. She'd said it without thinking, but she was glad she had because it forestalled any other reaction. It headed off the flashes of guilt, discomfort, and shyness before they could give themselves away. Then immediately she turned her back and walked away from the cabin.

When Paul came back out she raised her eyebrows.

Connor walked out with he same expression.

Then Hermione looked Paul over and her expression shifted.

Connor looked between them and then rolled his eyes heavenward and shook his head. Hermione gave him an odd look and he squinted back at her suspiciously. To which she jumped slightly and looked away, quickly following Paul. He squinted again and followed slowly. He was starting to realize that she had a thing for their cabin mate. Even worse, Paul was either oblivious or into it. And that was not cool at all. Well, if they weren't cabin mates it'd be fine and dandy. But until Paul was claimed by a different god they had to knock it off! And if they didn't he was going to have to say something. Ugh... This kind of thing was why he hated being cabin counselor. Then again, he tilted his head and reconsidered, he could always make Travis do it instead--

Finally, his thoughts cut off when they reached the arena. He was disappointed but not surprised to see Clarisse wearing armor. "Seesh," he muttered. "Spurned ladies are the worst."

Hermione would've smiled at that, if it was actually funny. She glowered at him instead.

"Seesh!" he repeated, moving away.

As for Hermione, she just bit her lip when Paul insulted Clarisse again. But at least it got her to take off her armor. Hermione accepted the sword tentatively and met Paul's eyes. She tried to look encouraging and confident for his sake. But that all crumpled when he handed her his shirt. She didn't think he noticed but her mouth fell open. "Okay," she whispered, feeling her face go hot.

She clutched both items to her, heart kicking, and stared after him until he stood across from Clarisse. Then she caught herself and moved to the other side of the stands to sit with Connor. Surprised, she noticed that he wasn't the only one there. A few other Hermes' kids (not Travis) and even some other random campers had shown up to watch. Hermione wasn't exactly sure how she felt about the spectacle, but at least Ares' side wasn't full while theirs was empty.

Then she anxiously turned her eyes back to the two fighters.

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Hermione mock shuddered. "I had no idea I looked like that!"

Connor scoffed inside. "You have the worst evil smile of us all, Hermy!"

Her face darkened then. "Don't call me that," she grumbled.

"Can't hear you~!" He sing-songed.

Then someone else took an interest in them. That wasn't too unexpected, seeing as how they were peeking into their own cabin from the outside. But it just had to be Clarisse, didn't it? The slightly older girl was not at all nice. It was common sense not to get on her bad side. So when she spoke to them, Hermione tensed. She turned with Paul to face her. Then Clarisse stepped closer and Hermione stiffened against the impulse to shrink down. She forced her expression to stay blank. However, she was not the target today.

When Paul glanced at her, Hermione frowned deeply. Then she watched, slack-mouthed, as the situation imploded. She actually gasped when Paul told her he wasn't interested. Clarisse's face turned PURPLE. Then she challenged him and stormed off. Hermione and Connor stared.

Connor recovered first, standing up and moving to the window. He looked after the Ares girl and glared. "What a jerk!" He gripped the project and shook it in her direction. "I outta use this on her first!"

Hermione's head jerked toward him and she hit the window, making the glass rattle. "Don't make it worse for him!" She scowled. Then she turned her angry face on Paul and put her hands on her hips. She continued looking at him for a moment. Then she stepped up to him--much as Clarisse had done--and jabbed a finger into his chest. She looked up into his face sternly. "You," she said harshly, "Are going to destroy her." Then she raised an eyebrow and cocked her head. Yes?

Early Morning Thievery (1x1 with Nobodyman123)

Can't a moderator move it for us when they see it, instead of us having to repost? It just seemed a lot messier to do that.

Early Morning Thievery (1x1 with Nobodyman123)

Hermione looked at him appraisingly. Did he really not blame her? He was glad he did it? Okay. But even if he did, did she/was she? She thought about it and nodded slowly. Then she let out a deep breath. "Okay. Thanks." She forced a smile.

Then instead of answering about the sword's danger, he surprised a laugh out of her! "I wish!" She shook her head and smiled. Then she pursed her lips. She didn't want to tell him what she'd taken though her reasons were justifiable. But she knew he wouldn't believe she hadn't taken anything and even if he did, how would it make him feel that she hadn't joined him in the thievery? So she started off in a casual tone, "Oh, all I took was..." And stopped. She looked toward the cabin, hoping for a distraction. But it wasn't like there were campers everywhere. They had all eaten breakfast and moved on to other things. So it was pretty quiet. But there was one camper inside and he was giggling manically. She looked at Paul and waggled her eyebrows. "Someone's up to something nefarious~!" she said.

She moved away from the door and peeked through a window that was slightly open. Inside was Connor, of all people. And he was alone! She jumped to her feet, exclaiming, "Woah woah woah! Where is Travis???" She was SHOCKED to see them apart. She pointed into the room, blocked by the glass. "And what the heck is that?"

The lanky brunette nearly jumped out of his skin. Going from giggling to scared to outraged. "Jeez, Hermy! Scare me to death, ugh!" He looked at his project and then back at her. "And where have you been? Is Paul with you? Missed you at breakfast." He raised his eyebrows questioningly, almost like she'd be in trouble if she answered him the wrong way.

But she wasn't scared of him. "Ack!" she exclaimed at the nickname, grimacing. Then she put her hand on her hip. "None of your business. But up to no good, like you. Where's Travis?"

Connor gave up and scowled. He lifted his project, eyeing it critically. "We had... a... fight. And this... is how we pay each other back." He patted the mysterious object and began grinning evilly. Whatever trick he was planning on playing on his brother, Hermione hoped she was around for it. At a distance. She backed away from the window making a face. Then she turned to Paul. "Is that what my evil smile looks like? Yikes."

Early Morning Thievery (1x1 with Nobodyman123)

Hermione waited anxiously until she caught sight of him. She relaxed slightly when she saw him. She wanted to hug him for what he did but she refrained and just said, "That was so awesome of you. I'm really sorry. We still don't even know who your dad is..." Nervously she ran a hand through her loosened hair and then again, tucking it behind her ear. Then she looked nervously at the house and started walking away from it fast, very conscious of the stolen property in her pocket.

After walking for a couple of minutes she glanced at Paul. "Wow, he really let you keep that relic. Impressive. But..." her mind flashed to Chiron's story. "It's dangerous right? It's wielders die tragic deaths..."

She slowed and then stopped walking. She looked at him. "Paul, I--" she bit her lip and then started again. "Jeez. I just couldn't STAND it if this crazy date idea of mine lead to even more trouble for you!" She started pacing. "I really just thought it would be kinda cool and harmless..." She explained. Then she turned away and walked off a bit. "Ugh, why can't I ever leave well enough alone?" Her hands clenched and unclenched futilely with nerves.

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Hermione didn't risk peeking around the corner, but she kept her attention focused on the two voices. Paul stepped out of view and a moment later Chiron spoke about the sword. She listened with interest despite herself, and got a double surprise. She hadn't known Paul's real name was "Pavel" and the fact that the sword had belonged to Achilles was also interesting.

However, the way Chiron introduced it gave her chills. She knew that once an item acquired that kind of history it was very difficult to go against it. And she did not want her friend's life to end in tragedy just because of a stupid sword. She was tell him it was too dangerous. Or maybe he would give it up on its own, or Chiron would make him?

However, then Chiron changed the subject to punishment. That was the moment Hermione made her escape. She knew by this point that the punishment wouldn't be death or torment so didn't feel as bad abandoning him to it. And it was, again, just instinct. She didn't take the front door, but instead slipped out the kitchen door as quickly and quietly as possible, praying Chiron wouldn't magically appear in front of her or raise his voice after her. She would wait for Paul to come this way and then hustle him away from the house...

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Hermione wanted to sigh when relief when he made it down and they still hadn't been caught. But unfortunately her radar was really pinging. She knew they needed to get out, RIGHT NOW. Unfortunately, someone was blocking their exit. Hermione was still sorting through her impressions when Paul took a step forward. She reached for his sleeve but dropped it immediately, hearing the voice. Her heart shot into her throat and finally her radar zeroed in. 'don't go that way, run the other direction' it was telling her. Great. Super helpful now. She swallowed hard and focused on breathing evenly.

She was trying to think of the best thing to do now. Her plan if they'd gotten caught was to talk their way out of it. But honestly, right now nothing was coming to mind. And Paul was already giving her an opportunity to escape. It was so tempting to take it. Since she didn't have any convenient lies coming to mind, what good would it do for them both to be punished? Besides, what if Chiron DID know she was there already?

She bit her lip and hesitated, staring compassionately at Paul's profile. The wonderful boy, trying to save her! Even though she'd gotten him into this... So chivalrous. She could just kiss him for that! If only their first kiss hadn't been so disastrous. Now she didn't think they would be attempting it again any time soon.

In any case, now was the moment. Either to step forward or to leave. But she just stood there, hesitant.

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Hermione paused before going down. She went from feeling awful, to feeling angry. But not at Paul. She turned and snatched up the scarf. She waited a second, then glanced at him. Okay good, no effect. Except to remind her... She squeezed her eyes closed and pushed aside the thoughts. Then, glaring at the item, she read its tag and snorted. Aphrodite's scarf! Figures! Irritated, she balled it up and shoved it in her pocket. She was NOT going to leave this attic without stealing something. And part of her didn't want to leave that scarf just lying around. She would decide what to do with it later. She glanced at Paul nervously, but the scarf still wasn't affecting her and he wasn't watching her either. She sighed with relief.

Then a strange feeling started to come over her. A tingly feeling. But it wasn't the way the scarf had made her feel. This was something else. However, it still freaked her out so much that she rushed down the ladder without even thinking. All of the sudden she was on the ground floor and ready to flee. But Paul's voice stopped her in time. Oops, what was she doing?! Instinct had taken over. She spun, heart racing. "Shh! Hurry!" she called, pitching her voice so that hopefully only he could hear it. She was beginning to realize what she was feeling. Mr. D hadn't teleported back into the house yet, but somehow she could tell he was coming. Or maybe it was just the approach of Chiron? Either way she didn't want to be here to find out. Not with the stolen items in their possession... that would be hard to lie their way out of. Though if she did get caught, she'd do her best to them out of it.

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Hermione knew she was pretty. Maybe not beautiful, in her opinion, but she was still satisfied with her looks. However, every girl occasionally dreams about being so drop-dead gorgeous that all boys fall at her feet. She dreams about having everything she wants without even having to try for it, including something like love. Hermione was definitely guilty of this kind of fantasizing. So when she put on that scarf and suddenly felt more beautiful and desirable and confident, and her own natural attraction to Paul was stirred up--she was easily overcome by the magic. She smiled flirtatiously and approached him. Willingly, he embraced her and kissed her. So amazing! Why hadn't they done this before? She put her arms around his shoulders and rose up on her toes, kissing him back for all she was worth. Willingly. It was a fairy tale and she wanted it to be real.

But in an instant it was all over. Her heart seized with a sudden intense pain and she jerked slightly away from him. Her hand flew to her heart, clutching. But the the pain passed and she came back to herself, still being held. Then she gasped, her eyes flying to his face with realization. She covered her mouth with her hand, dropping her gaze. "Oh, gods," she whispered.

He released her, but she looked up again and reached out imploringly, her hands just hovering over him though, not touching. "Oh, gods, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Paul." She bit down hard on her lip. Then she looked at the floor and kicked the scarf. "Yeah," she murmured. "Let's not do that." Her shoulders slumped and she walked dejectedly toward the ladder.