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 Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 12:43 pm
 { xx L O O K ◦ B E H I N D ◦ T H E ◦ F A C A D E xx }
Son of Thanatos
xxxx o c c u p a τ ı o n
Psychology Major, Corporate Manager, Pathological Liar, Murderer Savior
There's a face that we { w e a r }
In the cold light of day
It's s o c i e t y ' s m a s k
It's s o c i e t y ' s w a y
And the truth is
That it's all a || f a c a d e || Simon blinked, reading annoyance and a bit of anger in his friend's body language. He had determined that perhaps his hyper personality could drain him of amusement. He hadn't thought that Amadeus would get annoyed at his personality so soon, and thus he frowned a bit in thought. He stood up and blinked at everyone, seeing bursts of red in a scarf, hair, and his own shirt. He was about to say something, then determined it was just their clothing, not bleeding. He sighed through his nose, slipping hands into his pockets as he looked around at all of them. He hadn't introduced himself. He was the talk of the camp. Everyone knew who he was, pretty much. They knew he was crazy, and a murderer, and...not a friend. He looked down at the ground, not quite so cheerful and childish as he normally seemed to be.
There's a face that we h i d e
Until the nighttime appears
And what's hiding inside
Behind all of our { f e a r s }
Is our true self
Locked inside the || f a c a d e ||
xxxx τ н o u g н τ s
I guess I can annoy anyone, can't I?
xxxx τ н e m e ◦ m u s ı c
"Monster" by Meg & Dia
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Amadeus Hawthorne II, Oliver Hazard Perry, Leena Kallin-Wood, Sydney Australia, and Gregory Way
xxxx ı o c a τ ı o n
Half-Blood Hill
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 2:58 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  █████████████████ ████████████ ████████ Amadeus looked to Oliver, who seemed to be in his own little world, staring off into space. His hands were in the pockets of his jackets and he could interpret that he was hiding anxiety from his stance. He glanced around at the group and figured they were waiting on one of his siblings and a child of Hephaestus. Humph. Late for such an important quest.
Amadeus looked back at Simon, to see him not quite as cheerful as he had been moments ago. The boy figured it was his body language that caused this mood to come upon his friend and silently racked his brain for something that could possibly cheer him up. This was not his forte either, comforting people. It took several moments for him to say something that made Oliver laugh mirthlessly at his expense. "Simon, give me a piggyback ride." ooc; N/AMADE BY PURPLEINATOR. DO NOT REMOVE.
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Bara the Mercenary Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 3:14 pm
{ xx L O O K ◦ B E H I N D ◦ T H E ◦ F A C A D E xx } xxxx s ı m o n ◦ x a n δ e r
Son of Thanatos
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Psychology Major, Corporate Manager, Pathological Liar, Murderer Savior
There's a face that we { w e a r }
In the cold light of day
It's s o c i e t y ' s m a s k
It's s o c i e t y ' s w a y
And the truth is
That it's all a || f a c a d e || Well, his mood was an odd thing to track, and his expression was a bit odd at first when he stared at Amadeus, then he grinned a bit, and couldn't hold back a snigger as he knelt down, his back to Amadeus so that the genius could get on his back easily. "Sure thing, Amadeus," he said. He forgot that he hadn't given his name yet. As soon as Amadeus was in the right position, he stood up straight, being sure Amadeus was stable and looked at the rest of the group. "Two more, huh? Should we go a-looking for 'em?"
There's a face that we h i d e
Until the nighttime appears
And what's hiding inside
Behind all of our { f e a r s }
Is our true self
Locked inside the || f a c a d e ||
xxxx τ н o u g н τ s
Ah, kids.
xxxx τ н e m e ◦ m u s ı c
"The Happy Song" by Liam Lynch
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Amadeus Hawthorne II, Oliver Hazard Perry, Leena Kallin-Wood, Sydney Australia, and Gregory Way
xxxx ı o c a τ ı o n
Half-Blood Hill
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 4:07 pm
░░▒▓▓██████►şγđŋεγ ąųşŧŗąℓïą DΔƱGHƬΣΓ ΘF ∏IƘΣ◄███▓▒░░  Sydney chuckled and nodded at Amadeus' explanation of his flying abilities, "Ok, I'll take your word for it. But if we start going down, I'm taking over." When he stated the type of jet, Sydney whistled lowly, "That's pretty spiff." She noticed the tall blonde man looking really down on himself, and was about to say something to try and cheer him up when Amadeus asked for a piggy back ride. Sydeny chuckled, He's not really going too....? She burst out laughing when he climbed onto the man's back, saying in a light, joking tone, "You look like you'r having fun up there, Amadeus." When the blonde man - What had they said his name was... Simon? Yes, that's it - asked if they should go looking for the others, Sydney shook her head, "I don't see why we should. They'll show up here within the hour. And if they don't, well, they'll just have to catch up. We shouldn't delay the trip any more than we need to." She was eager to get going, and she could hardly contain her impatience. тακe α вяeαтħ, ħøłđ ıт ıи, šтαят α fıgħт, чøυ ωøи'т ωıи. ħαđ eиøυgħ؟ łeт'š вegıи, иeνeямıиđ, ı đøи'т ¢αяe
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 4:42 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx █████████████████ ████████████ ████████ Amadeus frowned before sighing and climbing onto Simon's back. The things I do for people, he thought to himself as Simon straightened, forcing him to wrap his arms around his neck to avoid falling. He could just imagine how ridiculous he looked and swore he would never allow himself to do such degrading acts again. He briefly wondered if he was going soft, caring about Simon and his feelings. He dismissed the notion quickly as a guilty conscience, and harboring guilt was bad for one's mental health.
Amadeus bristled, trying to look as spiteful as you can while having a piggyback ride. "If we go down, I am still your best bet. Aircrafts are difficult things to control." He made a face at her when she commented about his current position off the ground.
Oliver grinned at the sight of Amadeus and Simon, no doubt filing away the moment for future amusement. He checked the watch on his left wrist, tapping his foot impatiently. "We're waiting for Althea Asker and Paris Jones. They should be here soon - I reminded them to get up early yesterday." He frowned, glancing up at the sun to their east, which did not offer any warmth from the winter cold whatsoever.ooc; N/AMADE BY PURPLEINATOR. DO NOT REMOVE.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 5:28 pm
{ xx L O O K ◦ B E H I N D ◦ T H E ◦ F A C A D E xx } xxxx s ı m o n ◦ x a n δ e r
Son of Thanatos
xxxx o c c u p a τ ı o n
Psychology Major, Corporate Manager, Pathological Liar, Murderer Savior
There's a face that we { w e a r }
In the cold light of day
It's s o c i e t y ' s m a s k
It's s o c i e t y ' s w a y
And the truth is
That it's all a || f a c a d e || Simon looked at Sydney, tilting his head at her. He shifted Amadeus so he could slip his arms around his legs, then his hands into his pockets. They don't want to move. And my blood's slowing down. Did I misjudge the weather conditions? Hmm. Ah well. He blinked as he shook his head while it was bent down, blinking at the snow that must have dislodged from his semi-curly hair. He looked at everyone, then said, "Oh! Snow was cold! Rain was warm." He grinned as if having just figured out some giant world secret.
There's a face that we h i d e
Until the nighttime appears
And what's hiding inside
Behind all of our { f e a r s }
Is our true self
Locked inside the || f a c a d e ||
xxxx τ н o u g н τ s
Neuropathy sucks.
xxxx τ н e m e ◦ m u s ı c
"The Happy Song" by Liam Lynch
xxxx c o m p a n y
Amadeus Hawthorne II, Oliver Hazard Perry, Leena Kallin-Wood, Sydney Australia, and Gregory Way
xxxx ı o c a τ ı o n
Half-Blood Hill
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 6:18 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx █████████████████ ████████████ ████████ Amadeus froze when he heard Simon's words. Snow is cold and rain is warm? Now, usually he would dismiss this as Simon's usual banter and give a smart remark, but his tone seemed sincere somehow. Like he had actually forgotten how rain and snow felt. "Do you have neuropathy?" he asked quite suddenly, though he knew he was right. Amadeus pointed in the direction of the cabins and said quite sternly, "Cabin. Now. Grab a coat, gloves, and any other winter wear you have." He paused for a moment. "And get me a bottle of still water."ooc; ---------MADE BY PURPLEINATOR. DO NOT REMOVE.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 6:31 pm
{ xx L O O K ◦ B E H I N D ◦ T H E ◦ F A C A D E xx } xxxx s ı m o n ◦ x a n δ e r
Son of Thanatos
xxxx o c c u p a τ ı o n
Psychology Major, Corporate Manager, Pathological Liar, Murderer Savior
There's a face that we { w e a r }
In the cold light of day
It's s o c i e t y ' s m a s k
It's s o c i e t y ' s w a y
And the truth is
That it's all a || f a c a d e || The tall man blinked for a moment, tilting his head as he thought about. "Well, I guess I do have a few things." He slipped his hands from his pockets, noticing their chapped appearance as he bent his knees to let Amadeus get down. Once he saw the arms move from around his neck, he said, "Yeah. It kinda sucks, but oh well." He looked to be sure Amadeus was down and then slid down the hill on his feet because it was slippery enough. He jogged - actually, flat-out ran - to his cabin because he wanted to get back quickly. He looked through his drawers, glad his sister wasn't there, and changed into sweat pants, folding up his slacks and putting them in a bag - which he wasn't originally going to bring - before adding a coat on top, then gloves, and a scarf. He sighed, searching for a hat. Finding a Santa hat, he shrugged. It covered his ears.
That mission finished, he searched a bit, searching for a bottle of water. Then found a few and packed them all in his bag, hoping they wouldn't freeze. The fact of the matter was that they probably would, but ah well. He looked at the mirror and found that the hat was red. He chuckled at the irony, then headed out of the cabin with his his bag over his shoulder. Finally, he arrived back where Amadeus and the others were, managing to evade the ice. "Okay, so, two more still!" He chuckled with his normal grin in place, the fur-lined Santa hat rather goofy. His eyes found Amadeus, who looked like his ego was perhaps a little deflated - probably the piggyback ride. He closed his eyes, feeling that his blood was moving at a normal pace, and his limbs were no longer overly stiff. His body must be warming up.
There's a face that we h i d e
Until the nighttime appears
And what's hiding inside
Behind all of our { f e a r s }
Is our true self
Locked inside the || f a c a d e ||
xxxx τ н o u g н τ s
Why still water? Carbonated wouldn't freeze so easily...
xxxx τ н e m e ◦ m u s ı c
"The Happy Song" by Liam Lynch
xxxx c o m p a n y
Amadeus Hawthorne II, Oliver Hazard Perry, Leena Kallin-Wood, Sydney Australia, and Gregory Way
xxxx ı o c a τ ı o n
Half-Blood Hill
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 6:54 pm
 ♥ The girl tore through the snow on her bike, almost as though she were on a snowmobile rather than a motorcycle. The chaotic drifts may have looked dangerous or insane to anybody who didn't know the child of Athena; anybody who knew Althea Asker would know that this was her riding safely.
Her attire was actually no different than usual; her jacket zipped tight up to her chin and riding gloves adorning her hand, as well as a tuque rather than nothing on top of her head. Like usual, both helmets were in the back bags of her bike; she refused to wear it, unless she was racing a certain god, or riding with a certain sibling. For now, the tight, black hat would do.
Upon approach she upped her speed, leaving snow piles around her as she slid into her turns rather than slowing, and spinned her wheels until she got traction. Seeing so many people crowded on the hill, her playful side taking over Althea decided that dousing somebody in the white, poofy, awesomeness of the unseasonable winter wouldn't cause too much harm. Initially, her target was going to be a pair, awkwardly piled on each other as one trudged around; simply because they were the closest, but something in the back of her head screamed at her to do otherwise. Upon seeing Oliver... well, her mind was set.
Revving the engine as a warning she bypassed the two in the piggy-back, making a round about the group, and bypassing them enough that she would be able to turn at get to a proper speed. Making the right adjustments in her head, she pulled the bike sideways, her boot hovering just above the snow to catch the red bike when it went to fall, and sent snow flying over the group; mainly over her friend. Thankfully, the doggy-pile in the back remained untouched. She felt the need to let out a sigh of relief, but that was stupid. So she didn't.
"Hey there, Oliver!" she said out in a cheery voice, a playful grin on her face as she dismounted her bike and pulled the keys from the ignition. "You should have seen the stuff I managed on the way here!" her excited demeanor was rare for her, with Myron not being around, but with the stuff she learned to ride on... well, she was ecstatic. Most motorcyclists didn't ride in the winter because it was dangerous; with the lack of traction it was much more difficult to balance and who wanted to get pelted by snow and ice at gods knew what speeds. Apparently, the child of Athena did.
"So who's this bunch?" she asked, raising her eyebrow as she turned towards the cocky boy, "And I ain't going anywhere without my baby. I ya veryu, chto yaedinstvennyĭ, kto svobodno vladyeet russkim yazykom zdesʹ. Or French; and probably the only one who can get a language in an hour, given a book with enough info." she said with a smirk, vaguely recognizing the haughty boy as a member of her own cabin. Smart or not, languages was her and Myron's thing; she was pretty sure not many people (Athena kids or not) could belt languages like the twins did. She brushed her hair over her shoulder, pulling her gloves from her hands and shoving them into her pocket; her face stung from the speed and the n** in the air, but aside from that? It was almost like home, sweet, home again. She knew, though, that she'd need something warmer for who knew where they would wind up? If it was that cold in the camp, then what was it like in other places? Gods knew she didn't have anything here that would be suitable.
She leaned back against her bike, inspecting the group curiously. Oliver (of course), a brungette (who seemed rather anxious at the thought of the Mr. H.W.H.N driving the plane), Mr. Haughty-what's-his-name himself (from her own cabin), a rather famous camper: Simon Xander (news of his absolutely wonderful record had reached even the secluded twins' ears), some random short girl (probably young as opposed to short), and some brunette boy who gave her the chills almost as much as the now-recognized murderer.
"I'm Althea Asker. Don't touch my bike, and we just might get along." she said, using a tone not quite as condescending as Amadeus', but one certainly as commanding. She wasn't one to always get what she wanted, but when it was her baby in question... well, you just didn't go there.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 7:17 pm
Oliver watched as Amadeus dismounted from Simon's back, to have the man run to his cabin and back in ten minutes flat. Pretty good time. He chuckled as the son of Thanatos returned wearing coast, gloves, scarf and a Santa hat. Amadeus sighed heavily at the sight of his friend, seemingly resigned to his random acts of childishness. "Cool hat," he commented dryly, smiling charmingly.
Oliver heard a familiar engine across the snow and turned in time to receive a mountain of snow in return, covering his face and torso, courtesy of Althea. He spit out the bits of fluff that had made its way to his mouth, wiping the mush from his eyes. "Nice to see you too Althea," he replied with a cheery laugh, brushing away the remaining piles. He smiled when he saw his friend decked out in her usual biker gear, her red bike right by her side. Same old Althea, he thought fondly, remembering briefly of the time she'd saved his life from an accident on that very same bike, although you could never tell by looking at it. The god they had been racing with, who he'd later found out was Ares, had played a dirty trick with a greyhound the size of a horse. It didn't end well for the half-bloods.
Amadeus spoke up, glancing at the red bike warily. "The jet can only hold so much luggage. I doubt a motorbike would fit in the hold anyhow. И не совсем," he added in perfect Russian, accent and all. Why did Oliver think this guy got on just about everyone's nerves except Simon's?
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 7:46 pm
♥ "Nu, yesli ty tak govorishʹ . YA hotel by videtʹ vashu krasivuyu ruchku malʹchika litsoborotʹsya , vse zhe. Vy ne mozhete spryatatʹsya za Myshtsy g-n navsegda." she said, flashing him a rather dangerous grin. She wasn't so reckless as to start a physical fight there, and not nearly stupid enough to fall for his baiting. Or maybe it wasn't baiting. Maybe he was just a jerkface that deserved to be drowned in snow.
Which she could arrange.
"I’ve heard of a program for people like you. It’s called Effective Communication Skills for Insensitive Jerks." she shot, giving him a sharp glare; she turned her eyes pleadingly to Oliver. "I have to leave my twin and my bike behind?" she whined, stalking over to him and resting her hands on her hips, shifting her posture so that it was favouring one side over the other. "That wasn't in the contract." she added, sarcastically, before muttering near silently, "How in the world do you expect me to function?" The question was directed more to the air than Oliver, but if anybody heard it, it would be him. If she couldn't bring her bike... where in the worlds was she supposed to leave it? She could hardly stand leaving it out for the night! Now over an extended period of time..? That was asking for something to happen; whether it was to Althea's sanity or the bike was a good question.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 8:09 pm
{ xx L O O K ◦ B E H I N D ◦ T H E ◦ F A C A D E xx } xxxx s ı m o n ◦ x a n δ e r
Son of Thanatos
xxxx o c c u p a τ ı o n
Psychology Major, Corporate Manager, Pathological Liar, Murderer Savior
There's a face that we { w e a r }
In the cold light of day
It's s o c i e t y ' s m a s k
It's s o c i e t y ' s w a y
And the truth is
That it's all a || f a c a d e || Oddly enough, Simon had spent a few of his years in Russia, and he listened to their little conversation for a moment, and offered a twisted grin to Althea. "Я скорее как название. Но они уже выступая. Они говорят, что убивать вас для выступая против моего друга. Другой говорит ждать ... Я не знаю, я должен сделать выбор. нравственности сказать подождать ... и поэтому я буду ждать для того чтобы спасти ваши души. Они должны быть настолько любезны, чтобы облегчить переход от размышления меня для того, чтобы спасти вас. Понятно?" With that, he stepped back, out of their fight, and let them go about their business. He took out the bottle of water and passed it to Amadeus, considering he had asked for it anyway.
(( "I rather like that title. But they're speaking. They say kill you for speaking out against my friend. Another says to wait...I don't know which one I should choose. Morals say wait...so I will wait to save your soul. Do be so kind as to ease away from provoking me to save you. Understand?"
He knows Russian, English, French, German, and Greek. Otherwise, he's clueless. ))
There's a face that we h i d e
Until the nighttime appears
And what's hiding inside
Behind all of our { f e a r s }
Is our true self
Locked inside the || f a c a d e ||
xxxx τ н o u g н τ s
She's an annoying little t**t...
xxxx τ н e m e ◦ m u s ı c
"The Happy Song" by Liam Lynch
xxxx c o m p a n y
Amadeus Hawthorne II, Oliver Hazard Perry, Leena Kallin-Wood, Sydney Australia, and Gregory Way
xxxx ı o c a τ ı o n
Half-Blood Hill
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Bara the Mercenary Captain
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Bioluminescent Sharpies Crew
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 8:19 pm
Theme song : Here
Who I'm with: Oliver Hazard Perry, Leena Kallin-Wood, Althea Asker, Sydney Australia, Gregory Way, Amadeus Hawthorne II, and Simon Xander.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Of course I'm the late one!" Paris said running up the hill, her bunt hand throbbing in the cold wind. Once up the steep hill she was breathing heavily. "I'm here!" She said bent over with her burnt hand raised. She felt dumb. Just plain dumb. She had her heart set on being the second or third person here but noo. She had to be last! Paris took one last deep breath before standing up straight she looked at all the quest members with a smile. "So when are we getting this show on the road?" Paris asked enthusiastically.
Looking at everyone she felt like she was on the Island of Misfit Toys. There was one guy dressed in the finest clothes and looked like he had IQ equal to the amount of money he spent on it. A peppy looking girl with a motorcycle, a few usual looking ones, two full grown men, and then herself. A tweleve year old looking fourteen year old from Alaska. With the smile gone from her face, Paris reached down and grabbed a small thing of snow from the ground and placed it under the wrap on her burnt hand. Her right hand to be exact.  [ [ Out.Of.Cookies.:: --- ] ]
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 8:50 pm
♥ Althea turned her head sharply, her hair flying out and her tuque falling to the ground. She was going to bark out a retort; one that may have gotten her killed, but a little girl came up out of nowhere and interrupted them. Althea frowned, at herself mainly; she had gotten into a little argument with Myron before leaving, and she was very much on edge and irritable. She let out a sigh and a coy 'Che', turning her face away and stalking back to her bike. Sitting against it stubbornly, she rested a hand over the engine. She knew, however, that it would be illogical to expect her bike to fit on the plane. With a sigh she sent Oliver a betrayed look before mounting the bike, shoving the key into the ignition before she revved the engine to life. Kicking up more snow as she tore out, she sped out towards a bushy area. She had experience in hiding the flashy red bike in the brush... she just hated to do it.
Several minutes later she appeared through the mostly dead foliage, jogging through the snow with such a way that it seemed she was just as comfortable as on her bike. the truth was, she probably was. She spent more time in the watery substance than she had on the bike; she simply preferred the latter. Slightly out of breath but much better off; and rather proud that she had shot up the hill without so much as loosing her footing, as opposed to some of the others who were damp or had flakes of snow addressing their torsos. Coming to a stop a few feet away from the rest of the group she crossed her arms, staring out with a childishly irritated expression in her eyes, a seriously pissed expression covering the rest of her face.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 9:28 pm
░░▒▓▓██████►şγđŋεγ ąųşŧŗąℓïą DΔƱGHƬΣΓ ΘF ∏IƘΣ◄███▓▒░░ Sydney grinned at Amadeus when he amde a face, then turned to Simon with a curious look, "Rain can be cold too, sometimes." She watched the blonde man slide down the hill, and she couldn't help but to be intrigued by him. Sure, sometimes he got that creepy look, but Sydney felt that he was harmless. Or, at least in his current good mood. In all honesty, she thought he was adorable. Like a puppy. A puppy who had previously killed several other puppies, and had the potential to kill more. Oh yeah, that lessened the cute factor. But still, Sydney thought that she could get along with him.
She looked over sharply when a girl rode up on her bike. A blimey motorcycle! Oh, that's going to fit on the jet. The girl seemed to be in a good enough mood as she threw snow all over Oliver when she stopped. When the girl ordered everyone not to touch her bike, Sydney shrugged, "Hey, I don't have a problem with that. Just don't command me to do anything again and we just might get along, alright? I'm Sydney, by the way." Her tone matched the girl's, although her smile was kind enough.
When another girl, the last of their group, ran up the hill, the Australian's tone turned kind, "Now that we have everyone here, we can start the show immediately." тακe α вяeαтħ, ħøłđ ıт ıи, šтαят α fıgħт, чøυ ωøи'т ωıи. ħαđ eиøυgħ؟ łeт'š вegıи, иeνeямıиđ, ı đøи'т ¢αяe ((OOC: Oi, caught up as best I could sweatdrop Hope it's alright.))
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