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 Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 3:11 pm
 ѕαpнιrα αɴɴ oweɴѕ ↔ {Safi} Saphira enjoyed riding on the sweet ride that Ares owned, it was nice. She could appreciate his taste in bikes at least, but she still liked the bike she'd chosen for herself. She just had to save up in order to get it. The ride to Rhode Island wasn't that bad either, they had several stops for food and rest, and she of course had to hold on tight because he was no doubtly speeding. But again it was nice because she got to be with the father she never knew, when they stopped, they talked, and the more they talked about Camp-Halfblood, the more she wanted to see what it was all about. It sounded interesting to say the least.
Of course she ended up getting into a few fights and arguments with him as well because he was being too haughty and egotistic for his own good. Then there were the off fights with random guys who just ticked her off for even whistling at her. They reminded her too much of the guys her mom brought home. Then they finally arrived to Something Hill...she couldn't recall what Ares called it, but there were a few people that she spotted, all looked a bit nerdy to her. Too whimpy for some. She was just socially challenged like that. She didn't like it when someone was too whimpy or nerdy when they could be so much more. "Is this the place?" she asked when they slowed down considerably but still not stopping yet.
Daughter of the god of war ☠ Ares
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 1:05 pm
»» »» »» The dark-haired man sighed as he shifted his position on the forest floor, the thin light of the beginning of a new dawn breaking through the leaves, causing a greenish hue to the light filtering through into the small clearing. The soft chirping of birds could be heard from various nests littered among the trees, the sharp tapping of keys being pressed distinct among them. The scent of the dew covering the blades of grass on the ground lingered, almost reminding the man of a light mist that was an often occurrence in Seattle. The man paused for a moment in his rapid typing, taking the time to stretch his fingers, which were long and thing, like that of a pianist. Though, he had never touched a piano in his life, never mind learned how to play one. The only instrument he knew how to play was the saxophone, and even the one he owned as substandard. It looked as if someone had smashed it repeatedly against the sidewalk several times before simply leaving it on the ground, joining the rest of the unwanted junk usually found in Seattle’s alleyways. And the man suspected that it was exactly the story behind the instrument, seeing as he had found it an alley when he was fifteen. He had managed to repair most of the major dents and make it so that the sound that came out of it didn’t overly reveal its abused history. However, it had been stripped of most of its golden shine after years of being left to the elements in his care, but the man found it to be too sentimental to be replaced. It had been with him for thirteen years and had been one of his belongings he had cherished most in his state of poverty, and so was quite reluctant to simply throw it out.
Jacob Xavier Arkwright was new to middle class society. It had been quite a turn; having next to nothing in your pocket for most of your life when suddenly you were being handed a check for sixty grand a year. And that was just his salary as a brand new college professor; his income would skyrocket by the time he reached thirty five, with experience in his career. He had actually been able to afford an apartment that didn’t seem as if the ceiling would collapse on him at any given moment, nor did he have to live with clothing that was singed, dotted with holes, and just plain dirty. But that had only been as a child; life had steadily improved once he’d reached high school, and he was grateful for it. Jacob stifled a yawn, his vision growing fuzzy for a moment before shifting back into focus again; he was now beginning to regret not writing up his class’ syllabus earlier on in the summer. The president of the university he worked at wished to have all syllabi emailed to him by four o’clock in the afternoon that day, and he was only halfway through. Although the man would have preferred to be sleeping in a nice warm bed somewhere, he didn’t complain; for the most part, he enjoyed his job. He had always enjoyed teaching and still did. And secondly, the university president had told his professors to do it two months previously, so you could say he hadn’t been quite as on task as he might have hoped. Jacob rubbed his right eye with his palm before returning to work, but barely had time to write another word before the screen of the laptop blinked black. The man arched an eyebrow before pressing the power button repeatedly; nothing. He groaned internally; he’d forgotten to charge it. He sighed internally, reaching for the laptop backpack and rifling through it for the charger. His efforts proved fruitless. Although Jacob’s expression seemed utterly at ease, panic was beginning to churn in the pit of his stomach. If the computer hadn’t done an auto recovery to save his work, the president would have his skin.
Jacob sighed aloud as closed the laptop, stuffing it back into the bag before he swung it over his shoulder. It seemed he would have to leave camp for a small while. It was true that it would be easier to simple wake up a child of Hephaestus, but he knew he knew it wasn’t necessary. It would just be a quick jaunt to Manhattan and back; nothing dangerous at all. Besides, he was an adult now; twenty-eight-year-olds hardly needed to be babysat. Chiron himself had been skeptical about allowing him into camp, considering his age, but had decided that at least one summer of camp would do him some good. Though, he had been curious as to why Jacob had never before been attacked by a monster; it had been a week’s time since he had arrived to Camp Half-Blood and he was still yet to be claimed. Chiron had theorized he may be the son of a minor deity; Dionysus’ suggestion was that he was perhaps too boney for even the taste of a monster. The god of wine wasn’t incorrect when taking in Jacob’s appearance though; he was tall, six feet in height, yet extremely lean and gangly. He supposed it came with his lifestyle as a child. Jacob shrugged off the thought as he stood and walked briskly along a trail in the forest. He was a demigod; what of it? He didn’t particularly mind being claimed or not; he was a grown man now and would prefer his father claim his younger children if he refused to claim him. They were still children after all and deserved to know the identity of their birth parents at the very least.
Jacob walked quietly along the camp grounds; demigods were slowly stirring, surging forward towards the dining pavilion for breakfast. At least ninety percent of them were teenagers. As a whole, Jacob did not like teenagers. They were rude, obnoxious, and lost as to who they were and what they would become. It was one of the reasons he had become a college professor rather than a high school teacher; college age students were more mature. Also, they were so afraid of failing and their life going down the drain because of one bad grade that they hung on to his every word with vengeance. He stopped next to a motorcycle leaning against the side of the Big House. It was used, like many of the things Jacob owned, but it worked well enough. It had a few scratches and a few small dents, but was perfectly fine speed-wise. There was a helmet hanging from one of the handlebars, which the demigod promptly slid over his head as he boarded the bike. He had found a path in the forest early on that led to the hill that would keep him out of the eye of other campers, and more importantly, Chiron. He rode it into the forest, using one foot to propel it along the ground before he figured he was well away from earshot of the centaur. Finally, he inserted the key into the ignition, and the motorcycle roared to life. Jacob allowed his lips to curve upwards a millimeter before he was riding quickly into the vegetation, everything around him merely a blur as he sped away from camp and into the city.»» FAST FORWARD »» The child was beginning to annoy Jacob. He couldn’t be older than eleven, perhaps twelve years of age, and yet had the ego of a Greek god. How he had gotten it was beyond the adult’s understanding, but he’d gotten it nonetheless. The blonde child was walking up the rural road leading to camp ahead of Jacob and was listing off all the reasons why he could be nothing less than a child of the Big Three. “I’m awesome, just like Zeus. I mean, I could totally zap anyone who made me mad. And lots of adults are scared of me like Hades. I’m not afraid to die. Everyone will probably just cry for me while I hang out in Elysium. And I love the ocean. And horses. Horses love me ….” Jacob had now tuned out the words of the demigod, sighing internally. He had originally found him when he had been securing his motorcycle so it could not be stolen, and had just heard a scream coming from an alley several yards away. The adult could never ignore such a fear stricken cry for help, and so had charged in with a baseball bat, ready to help. The chimera that had cornered the young boy had run away at the mere sight of him, which was strange in itself. But, like always, Jacob had simply shrugged it off and decided to take the boy to camp, seeing as he could be nothing but a demigod. He was beginning to regret taking him by way of his motorcycle. Previously frightened for his life, the ride to Long Island seemed only to excite him further. Jacob wished he could puff away on a cigarette for a moment to calm himself, but he knew that it would only wrongly influence the child, and so would wait until Chiron had taken him under his wing.
When the boy seemed to be passing the hill without a care, Jacob called out smoothly, “Mr. Langley, please stop right there. Camp Half-Blood is over the hill, not at the port.” He stopped, frowning at the older man. “My mom said this place is just a strawberry field. Camp can’t be there.” Jacob stopped beside the young demigod, an eyebrow raised slightly. “You would be surprised. Now come along; I have personal business to attend to after leaving you with Chiron.” The boy looked at him for a moment before shrugging, climbing the hill happily. “So, who’s your godly parent? Is it Athena, ‘cause you’re a teacher?” Jacob followed slowly behind him at a leisurely pace, shrugging. “I am still yet to be claimed.” The boy looked back at him, sneering. “That must be because you’re so old. They probably don’t want you anymore.” “It is quite possible, Mr. Langley. Now, if you will please stop discussing my personal life and enter the camp borders, I am sure Chiron will readily make conversation with you,” he answered, unfazed by the boy’s insult, although it was certainly new. Most people were surprised he wasn’t in his early twenties rather than his later. The boy smirked at him once more before finally walking over the hill and entering the camp borders, though he stopped to gawk at something on the road they had just walked on. As Jacob stepped beside him, he followed his line of sight with an arched eyebrow. A motorcycle was riding closer and closer to camp, clearly visible from their position at the hilltop, with two occupants on the vehicle. Jacob whistled low as he took in the motorcycle; it was certainly a beauty. Perhaps he could buy one himself when he’d climbed out of the debt that was piling up on his account.
The boy suddenly seemed to snap out of his stupor. “They are so cool! I wanna meet ‘em!” And then he began running down the hill at an angle so he would meet the bikers just before they rode past the hill. Though, the motorcyclist was still going well over the legal speed limit on a road like that and they young boy was hidden by trees of the surrounding area; he would only be spotted once he ran into the road, and by then, the person behind the motorcycle would never be able to brake. The demigod would kill himself. And so Jacob did the only thing he could do; he tossed his backpack to the ground and ran right after the child, taking his same route. As the boy stepped on to the road, right in the path of the motorcycle, Jacob flung himself at him, forcefully shoving him out of the way and into a ditch on the road’s other side. Jacob was not so lucky; as soon as his body hit the ground, the tires of the bike sped right over the back of his thighs, causing them to crack in several places, but not break. Pain immediately began to blur his vision and all he could focus on was the immense pain emanating from his legs. For the moment, Jacob couldn’t sense what was happening around him; only the painful throbbing, and probably what as blood beginning to flow from his injuries. He could hear the boy screaming something along the lines of bloody murder, and wished he would be silent for once. And this is why I became a college professor, he thought bitterly as he attempted to raise himself into a sitting position. After several long moments was he successful, and at this point sweat had covered his hands as the world seemed to spin, causing him an intense bout of dizziness. The unclaimed demigod clenched a fist, trying to focus on the action rather than the pain in his lower body. His vision sharpened and he glanced over his shoulder at the child, who was calling for help, though he didn’t know if the motorcyclist and his passenger were still there, or hurt.
o.o.c. Outfit
Sorry if I ruined the moment you guys. >.< The post was just a random whim of mine.
@Alysse; I hope you don’t mind doing a bit of an on the spot claim for Jacob with Ares. And if you want me to change anything, please tell me; I’d be happy to edit.~»» »» »»
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Dark Doe Alysse Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 5:46 pm
 Jedrek Daemon ☠ {Ares} As they came down the road towards half-blood hill, Ares heard his daughter ask if they had arrived. A grin flew to his face and he began to slow down. "This is it." he said, as they neared a corner, half-blood hill and the entrance to camp just around it. "In just a moment you'll be able to see Thalia's pine tree. It marks the camp borders."
As they began to round the corner, Ares sensed a demi-god approaching, and frowned as a boy suddenly appeared in front of the bike, emerging from the trees. Swearing, he quickly squeezed the hand-brake and applied pressure to the rear brake. The motorcycle immediately began to slow down, but given where the young demi-god had appeared, there was no way the bike would be able to stop fast enough. Had Ares been alone, he could have easily avoided the kid, but he had Saphira with him, so now he had to worry about her safety.
Luckily for the kid, somebody was looking out for his safety, as another demi-god appeared and pushed him out of the way. Of course, the boy's savior ended up injured in the process. Gritting his teeth, Ares swerved, sliding in sideways to a stop. Putting the kickstand down, he rose from his bike and turned to survey the damage. Not the damage to his bike of course, there would be none of that, but the damage to the demi-god. As he looked at the young man however, his eyes narrowed. It couldn't be..... Yet Ares couldn't notice that the young man in front of him looked very much like his godly son, Phobos. Folding his arms across his chest, he frowned. As he approached however, he quickly realized that the man in front of him was not Phobos, and was indeed a demi-god. A demi-god he should recognize in fact. Yet, at the same time, he knew he sensed Phobos. Suddenly, it hit him. Frowning, his eyes turned to the younger demi-god, who was screaming. Rolling his eyes, he glared at him over the rims of his sunglasses with fiery eyes. "Oh shut it kid and get off your high horse." he growled, "This is why I hate grand kids, they're always a nuisance.... That and they make me feel old." The kid, surprised by his tone, promptly shut up and stared at him.
That annoyance delt with, Ares turned back to the older demi-god and approached him. He quickly considered how to deal with it, and knew that getting him to the camp infirmary - and then disappearing before Zeus could punish him for not only visiting and escorting one of his children to camp, but interfering in the life of another one - was the best choice. "Why does he have to have so many stupid rules?" Ares questioned under his breath as he approached.
Reaching his son's side, he crouched down and placed a hand on the boy's arm. "I'm no healer like that brat Apollo, but I can at least dull the pain." he said as he concentrated a little of his godly power. "On the offside Jacob," he said, trying to distract the young man, "This is probably the most awkward introduction I have ever had to make, but at least you haven't tried to attack me multiple times. Yet." He turned to Saphira and looked at her. "Daughter, just over that hill you should see a large blue manor house. Go to it and ask for Chiron, tell him that medical attention is needed." Turning back to Jacob, he frowned as he looked over the boy's injuries. "All in all, also not the most serious motorcyle incident that I've been involved in." he commented with a slight chuckle, thinking of another two demi-gods, although these two had not been related to him. A thought occurred to him and he sighed. "How am I ever supposed to do any claiming if the Satyrs keep missing my children, which I am still unable to comprehend how they do so." he grumbled with a shake of his head. Yeah, Apollo was never going to let him live this down if he ever found out.
God of Savage war, war-like frenzy and bloodlust.   
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 8:09 pm
ѕαpнιrα αɴɴ oweɴѕ ↔ {Safi} Saphira liked the surprise of some stupid kid running into the middle of the road as much as Ares did, annoying and stupid. What was more annoying was the fact that someone saved the brat when he should've been killed by all rights. Swinging off the bike after Ares, she stomped over to the idiot child and when Ares had his say she took the pleasure to beat him for his stupidity with a hard punch to his stomach. "Idiots like you are what really piss me off." she grumbled, letting the kid fall to his knees as he tried to regain his breathing.
But when Ares mentioned something, she raised an eyebrow before glaring. "You have ANOTHER abandoned kid that you didn't care about until now? Not only that, I have to meet him too. An older brother of some distant woman you randomly met.... Outstanding, really. Let me know how that works out for you when you find them all and see which ones are like you the most and kill you for it." she stated, going back towards the bike and grabbing her phone and packs, she headed for the hills not expecting to come back. "I wonder how many other brothers and sisters I didn't know I had will be here..." she grumbled angrily, purposely loud enough for Ares to hear.
The kid ended up following her, but the minute he opened his mouth to talk, she lifted a hand to stop him. "One word brat and I'll kill you." she threatened before going on her merry way and walked right through the gates and looked around. But instead of going all over the stupid place, she simply yelled out all her fury at her father. When she had everyone's attention, she spoke. "I need to find Chiron. Some dude is out on the road with broken legs and needs medical attention. Get him over there and someone tell me where I can dump my stuff." she stated, in no mood to play hooky at the moment either.
Daughter of the god of war ☠ Ares (putting this in the actual camp one...>.> lol) EDIT
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 8:43 am
»» »» »» Jacob allowed a soft moan to escape his lips as he reached for his right thigh, which had been pointing his entire leg in a rather gruesome direction. The gore itself didn’t bother Jacob; he had found even the most revolting scene involving blood and guts that would make others up and vomit had no effect on him, disgust-wise. It was the mere fact that it was pointing the wrong way; although he had nothing against the disabled personally, it was not in his best interest to join their ranks. With a single swift movement, his hands gripped the injured bone, twisting it so that his foot pointed upwards rather than to the ground. Pain shot up his leg, but he showed no more reaction to it than a low grunt. At least now it would heal properly. His fingertips were smeared with blood and so he wiped them on his jeans, sighing internally; so much for expensive clothing. Although Jacob wasn’t exactly rich – heck, he was anything but – he made it so that his clothing were always the latest style, despite the outrageous prices at times. He supposed it came from wearing inadequate clothing as a child and young adult. Now it was a simple matter of leaving the road before more misfortune came his way; say, in the form of a two ton truck, which he wouldn’t have a dream of surviving against. The demigod twisted himself around his waist and placed his hands on the ground two feet away, using this to drag his lower half across the ground to the spot where his hands were placed. He continued the process, dragging himself across the width of the road – which was, thankfully, not that wide at all – stopping once he had reached a tree. A gleaming trail of blood marked his path across the road. He sighed, leaning back against the trunk, his skull touching the rough bark as he pointed his face upwards, eyes closed. The pain in his leg had only increased as he had moved himself and he was beginning to lose consciousness; it was as if his thoughts were being lowered into a depthless void, then pulled out again at the last second, the process repeating itself over and over.
Jacob could just barely make out the sound of approaching footsteps, and after a moment, he opened one eye, his unscathed shades hiding the wariness in them well. It was a man that appeared to be the same age as him, decked out in black leather and took on the appearance of the stereotypical biker; he imagined this was the driver behind the handlebars of the motorcycle that hit him. Though, there seemed to be more to him than met the eye; for one, after a quick glance down the road, his bike had not a mark on it. The adult demigod knew that any normal bike would have been damaged in some way after hitting a target like himself, and that wasn’t merely flattery for himself. He also seemed to have a sort of aura surrounding him; it made Jacob feel tense, ready to attack. Though, his stance and gaze marked him as if he were confused and almost surprised at Jacob; almost as if he didn’t expect him exactly. He arched an eyebrow as the man spoke harshly to the child, blinking once when he imagined he had seen flames in the place of eyes. When he noticed movement from the corner of his eye, Jacob opened both eyes, calmly watching the young lady march towards the young boy and punch him in the gut. He sighed heavily. “Please young lady, I saved him for the simple reason to keep him safe. Harming him would render my efforts futile.” After a moment, he deduced that the man could be none other than a god; Lord Ares, to be exact. In Jacob’s short time at camp, he had heard enough from the campers to know the general appearance of the Greek gods, and the man walking towards him fit the bill almost too perfectly. And then there was the teenager; she bore a slight resemblance to Ares and was violent enough that she would fit right in with the others in her father’s cabin. Lovely; he just had to get run over by the most violent and unkind of the Greek gods. Well, didn’t that just describe his luck.
Jacob arched an eyebrow as Ares knelt beside him before taking a sharp intake of breath as the pain suddenly left his body. It was sudden and an unexpected act of kindness from the god; true, it did not make him any less injured, but at least he could keep himself conscious now. Jacob’s shoulder’s relaxed now that the pain had been dulled, shifting himself on the ground so he sat up straighter, an arm subconsciously curling around his waist. He blinked calmly at the god, refusing to be distracted from the god’s words. “Dare I say it, but do I remind you of someone Lord Ares?” he asked smoothly, questioning his previous expression when he had first laid eyes upon the demigod. Jacob had opened his mouth slightly to ask what exactly was so awkward when his daughter began speaking, and from her tone, it would rise to the volume of shouting soon enough. Sighing, the man looked upwards to the sky, doing an effective job of tuning her out after the first three words had left her lips. He had had enough of loud and obnoxious children to last him several lifetimes, and he had never been very tolerant of loud noises on the best of days. Jacob turned back to her when she was silent and was leaving, watching as she headed for Half-Blood Hill. He turned his head to the young child, who he supposed was a grandchild of a god, and perhaps even the son of one as well. “Go with the young lady. My instructions are the same; head for a large blue manor house and ask for Chiron. Tell him you are a newly found demigod.” The boy nodded once, running from the scene to catch up with Ares’ daughter. Those nuisances gone, Jacob turned to the god, chuckling dryly, without the barest hint of humor in the sound. “I’m sure,” he replied, gazing at the god cautiously behind his shades. At his comment about satyrs not finding his children, Jacob answered, “Perhaps it is because your offspring are more durable than those of other deities? After all, they are quite a … sturdy bunch. I suppose the satyrs are more concerned about the demigods who do not have a hope of surviving without proper training.” Although Ares’ aura made most individuals tense and have the desire to pick a fight, Jacob felt at ease beside the god. He wiped his palms on his jeans before folding them behind his head, gazing at Ares curiously. “My, my, Lord Ares, you are certainly the surprising god; I had not even dreamed you would give a careless pedestrian and his savior a second glance, much less ask your daughter to fetch medical assistance.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 10:12 am
Jedrek Daemon ☠ {Ares} Ares narrowed his eyes at his son's question and frowned, contemplating whether or not to answer it. He decided that there wasn't really any point not to at least. "A certain son of mine, and not one I would expect to see saving some snivilling demi-god brat, even with who I suspect his parent is." he told Jacob. Standing up, he looked down thoughtfully at the demi-god, reassessing his appearance. He certainly was reminiscent of Phobos, but Ares supposed that that was to be expected, after all, Jacob was his son. "You remind me of Phobos." he told Jacob, almost in passing as he turned his eyes to watch the progress of the younger demi-god as he ascended the hill. As soon as the boy disappeared over the top, Ares turned his eyes back to his son.
He smiled a little when the boy chuckled, although it quickly disappeared, after all, Ares wasn't really known to smile, although that was mostly because people either a) expected it of him as the god of war or b) just happened to catch his at bad times... Either way, it was at least nice to see that his son seemed to have a sense of humor, even if he wasn't quite the same as most of his other children. At Jacob's response to his exasperation, semi-rhetorical comment, he rolled his eyes. "Yes well, I would prefer that they were brought to camp before they turned thirteen, easier to claim them that way. And certainly before fifteen, kind of hard to test 'em otherwise." he responded in annoyance. In his opinion, the satyrs had gotten more and more lax, as the average age of kids who were brought in was getting older and older. Sooner or later, satyrs wouldn't be finding them until they were adults, which would mean it would certainly be too late for some of the kids. Hopefully none of them his.
At Jacob's expression of 'surprise' Ares smirked. Was he really not getting it? Ares had thought he had said it pretty clearly... Ah well... maybe not. "What?" he asked, "Read the stories, you'll find that I'm not as bad as I made out to be, at least to certain people." He paused for a moment, thinking of what the ancient Greeks had written, well ancient Greeks named Homer at least. "On second thought," he stated, "Don't read them. The ancient Greeks and I didn't get along that well, the Romans and the Spartans however, now that was where it's at! Can't complain about this country though."
Once again he paused, and the shrugged in a 'what the heck' kind of way. "Ah screw it. I'l just give you the flashy symbol." he muttered, before snapping his fingers. At once, the symbol of Ares appeared over Jacob's head. "Happy now kid? You've been claimed." Ares said, turning his eyes to the top of the hill to see if anyone was coming.
Seeing that no one was there, he frowned. "Oh come on. Did you need a freaking quest or something?" he grumbled, annoyed that no one had come yet. Turning back to Jacob, he crossed his arms over his chest. "Looks like no one's coming, so now I gotta take you to the infirmary... Come on kid." he told him, extending a hand and feeling sufficiently awkward.
God of Savage war, war-like frenzy and bloodlust.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 10:27 am
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The college professor raised an eyebrow fractionally at the god, unperturbed by the narrowed eyes he was given that either would have provoked or scared anyone else that wasn’t Jacob. He had an unfortunate – or fortunate, depending on your perspective – tendency of keeping his emotions hidden, and so even if he didn’t feel indifferent to Lord Ares’ gaze, his facial expression would have expressed the emotion anyways. As a teacher, it was in Jacob’s nature to wish to know the answer to questions, and so he spent a brief moment going through the list of Ares’ immortal sons, which he only knew after completing extensive research on the god of war for a paper he was forced to write in college for an assignment. It had to be an immortal after all, to be the young demigod’s father if Ares’ suspicions were correct. Ares had sired Anteros, Eros, Deimos, Phobos, and Enyalios, the four sons of Lord Ares and Aphrodite and the son of Ares and Eris, respectively. Though, regarding the tone Ares had used, Jacob figured it was most likely not a deity related to love, and so he ruled out Anteros and Eros. The demigod opened his mouth to ask which of the remaining three gods Jacob was similar in appearance to when Lord Ares gave him the answer. Jacob resisted a small, satisfied smirk from forming on his lips. The young demigod would be so disappointed to learn his father was not in fact either of the Big Three, but a minor deity instead. Karma was a wonderful thing. “I see,” he replied with a nod. “Your surprise was certainly warranted, in that case.”
As emotionless as he was in nature, Jacob had to fight hard not to smile when the god of war smiled a bit when he chuckled, careful not to reveal that he had seen the brief upward curve of his lips. It was a pleasant surprise to know that the god wasn’t nearly as grumpy as everyone believed him to be, and even more pleasant that he had been given the chance to see it. Oddly enough, it was rather heartwarming and slightly… familiar, if his own memory weren’t deceiving him. It was nothing like the smiles Sebastian had given him when he was still alive, but just as wistful to him. Jacob tilted his head at the god, ignoring the pain the movement caused to shoot him his side, musing on a possibility briefly. Could he be…? No, it didn’t make any sense. Jacob wasn’t like Lord Ares or his children in any aspect, no matter the angle an individual looked at it. He wasn’t overly violent, rash, or war-like. A demigod was meant to reflect their godly parent in some shape or form, but Jacob and Lord Ares were as different as sugar and salt, metaphorically spoken of course.
Jacob shrugged. “I highly doubt that the satyrs are missing your children on purpose, Lord Ares. With all due respect, they find whom they find.” He had met a few of the satyrs other than the one who had introduced the Greek realm to him and taken him to camp, and they all seemed rather determined to bring as many half-bloods to the safe haven as possible. None seemed to show any signs of laziness either and he deemed it as a simple matter of not being in the right area at the right time. Chiron had spoken to him about the possibility of bringing any demigods that happened to enroll into the college he taught at to Camp Half-Blood were he to stumble upon any and although Jacob hadn’t yet responded with an answer yet, he was almost positive he would say yes, more or less because he would have done so anyways without Chiron’s asking. In this respect, he would be in much the same situation as the satyrs, so he could easily empathize with them and their task. Jacob arched an eyebrow ever so slightly. “You test your children? And how do you do that?” he asked, curious in spite of himself to know the answer. After all, Lord Ares was the god of war, and Jacob taught the History of International Warfare, so perhaps the knowledge of what this task was would give him a few ideas for an interesting final exam. Anything was better than grading a term paper, after all.
At the reminder about class, Jacob tilted his head ever so slightly to look down at the watch on his wrist, groaning internally when he saw the time. It was 3:41PM. He didn’t have a prayer of emailing his class’ syllabus on time. The college’s president would be furious, but there was nothing he could do about it now other than give the man fair warning and pray he wouldn’t find himself fired the next day. Jacob gently maneuvered his arm so that it moved as little as possible, in case he had managed to injure portions of his upper body as well, patting the pocket of his jacket. As he brought the smart phone out of his pocket a moment later, he saw that the screen and keys had cracked in half due to his fall on the pavement, just barely left intact but not enough to actually function properly. The professor sighed. His luck was just absolutely wonderful that day. Jacob peered up at the god over the rim of his glasses, not hesitating as he asked rather bluntly, “Would you happen to have a cell phone with you that I could use for a moment, Lord Ares? I need to send an urgent email to my boss.”
Jacob allowed a dry, thin smile to form on his lips, the most emotion he had expressed in several years. “I have read the stories about you, quite a bit I might add. You weren’t a favorite among the Greeks, to say the least,” he responded dryly. As he had mentioned before, the subject of one his past college assignments had been on Ares and he knew more about the singular god than the other Olympians altogether. “Mars was a much more respected figure among the Romans,” he agreed with a nod. It was only to be expected, as the father of Remus and Romulus, the latter being the founder of Rome, which was still regarded as one of the greatest empires to ever have been established in modern times. Admittedly, Jacob did happen to admire the Roman god of war more than the Greek version, but he wasn’t stupid enough to say as much aloud. “This country has its advantages and its disadvantages. I believe I would prefer it more if politicians had their priorities in check,” he commented, quite attuned to the constant problems of the nation at large.
Jacob blinked at the god’s next comment, about to open his mouth and question the meaning of his words when he snapped his fingers, eyes on the spot above the demigod’s head, and Jacob instinctively looked up. Flashing above his head was a scarlet hologram of Ares’ symbol, already beginning to fade. He stared at it until it had disappeared completely, slowly turning his attention back to Lord Ares – his father – whose attention in turn was on the crest of Half-Blood Hill. It took him a moment to register what he had just seen, and when he did, he murmured dryly to himself, “Ah. Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise.” He really was indifferent to being claimed, which most younger demigods might have been rather excited about. In his perspective, nothing had really changed, except for the fact that he could move out of the Hermes cabin and settle himself in the Ares cabin. There was nothing he held against the god because he was old enough to understand the responsibilities an immortal would have, but a mere flash of light didn’t help Jacob view him as his father anymore than he had a minute ago.
Jacob blinked once at the hand his father offered him, pulling him out of his thoughts, clearing his throat uncomfortably. The gesture was sweet in its own way, and he would have returned it, if not for the one small, overlooked detail… “I would, but I can’t move my legs,” he informed the god, gesturing to his legs. Blood covered them, oozing out from various injuries in steady streams, and even though the pain had been numbed, there seemed to be no feeling in his legs. There was most likely several cracks in the bone as well and Jacob was suddenly extremely grateful he couldn’t feel the pain from his injuries for the moment.
ooc ;; Meh. Super late reply. >.>
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 9:16 pm
 
The sound of a car engine filled the air as a white hatchback appeared at the base of the hill. it slowed slightly and finally came to a halt after several hours drive. As the vehicle silenced a face appeared out of the passenger side window. His gaze fell upon the empty hillside with a large pine tree standing at the top. His gaze turned and looked at his mother who sat in the drivers seat. "There isn't anything here, Mom." spoke the blond. His mother turned her gaze upon him. Her eyes were moist, as it had finally come time for her son to discover who his father was. "It's just over the hill, Eun." she said. Her hand reached down and the trunk popped open. "Just head to the top of the hill. They should be expecting you." she said as she dabbed at her eyes.
Sighing the sixteen year old knew it was his time to leave. Opening the door, he winced a bit. The sleeveless shirt he wore allowed people to view the recent injuries he had sustained from the accident. His right arm was a dark purple and he had a fading scar on his shoulder. He moved from the seat, and stepped to the trunk, limping slightly. He gripped his two suitcases and began his way, uncomfortably, up the hill. His mother watching as he went.
The hill took what seemed like forever for the injured teen to climb. Each step gave a slight feeling of pain as he walked up the hill. Finally he came to the top, turning as he heard his mother's car start up again. He waved at the vehicle as it turned back on the street and towards the horizon. He sighed again. Well here goes nothing. he thought as his gaze turned back to the other end of the hill. A large valley ran all the way to the shore of long island sound. A large blue house sat near the base, a field of strawberry fields stood not to far away. Not far from there was a group of several odd looking smaller building. He saw a group of Greek columns standing a it of a distance away. It seemed like a strange place that he had no clue what it was for or why it all was there. To the blonde it seemed like a collection of random buildings with no rhyme or reason.
He had no idea where to go or what to do, his mother had left him in this strange place. He reached into the pocket of his skinny jeans and glanced at the screen of his Iphone, despite it being three days since the wreck Joshua was still in the hospital and now he was almost 3,000 miles away. The phone showed a new message had arrived and Eun read it. It seemed Josh would be released in a few hours, and Eun wouldn't be able to see him. Or help him at all. He sighed and sent a text back to his secret boyfriend. He sighed as his phone was tucked back in his pocket.
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 10:23 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 8:26 pm
The boy's hand reached down to grip the handle of his suitcase once again. His gaze falling to the ground. He wasn't there when Josh needed him, and he knew the accident was because of himself. It was his fault Josh was hurt and he couldn't help. His grip on the handle tightened, his knuckles turning white. "Dammit. I am a failure." he muttered softly, as now water began to gather on his lashes.
It was then, through his moist eye lashes that he noticed the girl. She was quickly approaching him and he knew he had no chance to hide the fact he was upset. Hastily he set down the suitcase and went to wipe at his face, only to wince in pain as a nearly healed wound bleed again. His hand flew from his face to his abdomen, placing itself over the bandage, trying his best from opening the wound farther. He still had tears on his face, but now at least he could pass it off as pain.
The girl spoke, offering him help and introduced herself. Eun froze at the name. Did she just say Hayward? Isn't that the name of the owner of the company Mom works for?? He thought. He could feel his anxiety at this situation rising, If this girl was part of the family his mother worked for he couldn't upset her. If she knew who his Mom was she could have her fired in a heartbeat. The increased anxiety caused his heart to pound. And he could fell the cut on his stomach open a bit more. Wincing he looked at the girl. He saw no way around this situation. If this girl was who he thought, he had to be careful. He couldn't deny her offer, yet he couldn't accept it because of her position of power over his family. Finally he resigned himself. "Yes, I could use the help." He said, trying to hide the anxiety and pain from his voice. He wasn't sure if he did so though.
His free hand shifted and set the one suitcase down, and with him still gripping the wound, picked up the other. He knew it was time to tell his name to this girl, who may just be able to ruin his life even more than it was. "Han, Eun Han." He said softly. He gripped the one suitcase handle and, once again, began his lopsided walk down the hill. One hand pressed over his injury, the other tightly gripping the handle.
With every careful step he winced slightly, trying to keep from opening the wound farther. Finally he arrived at the bottom of the hill, and he lanced at the girl who helped him. "Thank you. Ms. Hayward. Now, do you mind telling me where I should go?" He said, trying to be as respectful as he could. His eyes gazed at her a second as he tried to commit her face to memory. If she was who he thought she was, he would indeed need to remember her. He tore his gaze away from her, allowing it to drop the the ground. He probably already risked his mother's job. Making her carry his suitcase, but he barely had a choice, especially since he was bleeding again.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 11:00 am
xxxxx» Tattoos && a SWITCHBLADExxxx attitude◞ ❜SNAKEBITE❜ HEART ((with a)) bubblegum smile ☆
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SHE'S DANCING ALONE
SHE'S DANCING ALONE xSHE'S OUT OF CONTROL
SHE'S DANCING ALONE SHE'S OUT OF CONTROL x ⋞ so b e a u t i f u l ⋟
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♔xxxＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ↦Half Blood Hill ♙ ＣＯＭＰＡＮＹ↦Eun Han ♖ ＭＯＯＤ↦A little irritated, honestly speaking. ♘ ＴＨＯＵＧＨＴＳ↦Seriously? Geeze. ♗ ＡＴＴＩＲＥ↦here xxx♛
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 8:48 am
A look of pain crossed the blond boy's face as the girl took the suitcase and mentioned on his injury, and told him to relax. "I guess I'll try." he muttered as he took a deep breath and increased pressure on the bleeding wound.
He looked at the girl as they arrived at the bottom of the hill, she was clearly not happy on his use of her surname. "I am sorry, Elizabeth." he said, "I will remember from now on." he said as he looked at the girl. He turned his gaze away from her as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He used his now free hand to get it out and look at the text that he had received. He read it and let out a sigh. He tucked the phone away.
Glancing back at the girl he smiled nodded as she said he should go to the infirmary. Yes that is perhaps the best thing to do right now, get fixed up, then talk to this Chiron or this Dionysus. he thought as he looked at the girl. "Lead the way then." He said as he indicated for her to do so.
His hand still held over his wound, he limped along behind her, looking around as they through the strange place. Now up close he saw even more strange things about this place. There was a stable in the distance, those weird buildings again, and the Greek columns on a small hill, as well as the large blue building, which was the closest thing of all.
( Eh, short and kind of crappy but hey I got a post in. )
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 11:14 am
xxxxx» Tattoos && a SWITCHBLADExxxx attitude◞ ❜SNAKEBITE❜ HEART ((with a)) bubblegum smile ☆
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SHE'S DANCING ALONE xSHE'S OUT OF CONTROL
SHE'S DANCING ALONE SHE'S OUT OF CONTROL x ⋞ so b e a u t i f u l ⋟
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”Trying won’t be good enough, at the rate you’re bleeding.” Lisa mumbled with a blatant frown, ”Worry about other things once you aren’t bleeding from your gut—why are you bleeding, anyways?” Lisa turned a curious stare towards the boy, continuing to lug his bags along steadily. She was certainly grateful for her physical strength at that moment, feeling the strain on her arms from the weight in her hands. ”I can’t make you tell me, but if you need to talk I don’t mind listening.” There was no problem, after all, with talking about his life; so long as they weren’t discussing hers. When he mumbled an apology she scoffed, turning her head away in a slightly haughty manner. ”You better.” she shot, agitation again creeping into her voice, ”I hate that man and his name.” she probably would have crossed her arms at the moment if not for the bags, which weighed down in her grip.
Lisa turned a curious gaze towards the boy, tilting her head slightly to the right as he spoke. ”What do you mean by ‘this’ Dionysus. Do you not know the Greek gods?” She asked with a chuckle, her voice kind and playful, without a hint of insulting aggression, ”Do you know who your parent is, at least? If not, there’s no real problem. You’ll probably be claimed soon. Probably.” With a shrug she continued to walk away, heading towards the ‘Big House’ where the infirmary was stationed. There always seemed to be kids of Apollo running around there, more than willing to show off their healing abilities. Well besides a certain son, which (according to whispers around the Athena cabin) was mainly a dominating sadist who seemed to enjoy forcing his ‘help’ on young women who didn’t want it. Elizabeth didn’t believe it entirely, but she herself didn’t like ‘being under the doctor’s knife’ regardless.
As they drew nearer the pair fell into silence. As far as Lisa was concerned, if he wanted to talk he’d speak. She wasn’t usually one to spark conversation, although she had no problem with upholding one, and although today she seemed to be doing a lot of things she wouldn’t usually do Lisa wasn’t in the mood for small talk.
Maybe I’ll go and visit Mr. Ardenti later… Lisa thought with a private smile, her cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of her fiancé. That was probably the only good thing which came out of her adoption—if not for her adoptive father there would be no need for a body guard and she would have probably never met Torent. The man was just about the only thing that made her happy, although they didn’t see each other much. That was the one thing she had been hoping to improve once she found out that they both resided at Camp Half Blood, Unfortunately, she hadn’t been able to come forward with her complaints. Ever the busy man, Elizabeth’s fiancé had been everywhere but by her.
She pushed the entryway of the Infirmary open with one foot, stepping into the room, which smelt sharply of medical supplies and hand sanitizer, and looking around for one of the ‘resident doctors’. Strategically places posters, cheesy “get well soon” and “how to avoid injury” type mottos blown up on colorful paper, littered the walls. Lisa fought the temptation to just tear them all down—it was more depressing than comforting to have the juvenile messages staring down on you.
“Hello?” Lisa called out, turning her eyes inwards, “I’ve got a bleeder, so I’d like to get some assistance before this boy passes out, please?” her voice was sharp, commanding, but not rude or undermining. There was just enough severity to imply that this was something serious and help was needed sooner, rather than later.
✁xxx『O.O.C. ::Feel free to post in the Infirmary now emotion_yatta I'll hunt down an Apollo camper』
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