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 Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 6:51 pm
A nice area around camp if you want to clear your head of puzzling thoughts. Find a nice tree to rest on under the shade as you watch some younger campers play in the water. The area's large, but the serene silence is something that many cherish at camp. Often, demi-gods came out here just to rest, some for sleep. The water's splashes are light as opposed to at the beach, and not many people come out here. The soft smell of nature fills one right up, but that's not all. The lovely scenery and open air is also something great for clearing muddled minds. Do note the nymphs though, they can be a bit tricky sometimes.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 9:31 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 was, for the first time in a year, contemplating everything. He had been a savior, someone who made everyone rethink the state of their souls so that they could claim their redemption soon. He remembered waiting in the hall for his trial, and his lawyer smuggling him out. Sitting next to the water, he contemplated this. Finally, he smiled widely. His mission had not changed. He could still save people. If fate and destiny - whatever it was called - wanted him to do this, he would without question. He used to hate the thought of it, but not really anymore. It was actually a little interesting. If everyone here was right, he was the son of a death god, and he was giving death for people's salvation. It was...perfect, in a word.
"Do you want me to save you?" he asked the nymphs as he sat down, legs crossing at the ankles. His knees were hovering above the ground, and he placed his elbows on them to cup his chin against his knuckles. "Your souls are all probably good for the basis, though you have certainly committed sins in life too. I have committed sin to cleanse others, and I am sure my generosity will give my soul the redemption it deserves," he explained with a smile. The nymphs swam to the other side, apparently evading him. Simon pouted a bit. "Does no one want to be saved in this world?" he asked, content in his madness.
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
If the Fates determine when everyone dies, did they also determine that those who I killed would be dying then?
xxxx τ н e m e ◦ m u s ı c
"I've Got Atrophy on the Brain" (Matt Duke)
xxxx c o m p a n y
The nymphs residing in the lake.
xxxx ı o c a τ ı o n
The edge of the lake.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 5:26 am
Ａｍａｄｅｕｓ Ｈａｗｔｈｏｒｎｅ ＩＩ
Ｓｏｎ ｏｆ Ａｔｈｅｎａ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━  +Amadeus wandered by the lake, still thinking of ways to get Nathaniel and Elysia on his side. He might need to do research on those two, it seemed. He paused when he heard a voice. It belonged to a man in his early twenties, and it appeared he was talking to the nymphs. Curious in spite of himself, the Irish teenager walked towards him carefully, listening intently to his words. He knit his brows as he heard him speak; it seemed he was saying that he murdered people to redeem others and himself? Perhaps - his brain hardly ever failed him. And well, it was quite possible someone could be mad at this camp; he'd seen enough to consider that fact. Unable to resist the urge to answer, Amadeus replied dryly, "It would depend on your definition of 'saving.'" He was now standing a few feet away from him, wary of the fact that Gregorovich was nowhere near enough to help him in any way if anything happened. For example, say a madman attempted to murder him in the hope of 'saving' him? There was no Gregorovich with a rifle in the trees, ready to shoot at the first sign of violence. Only Amadeus, his wits, and a very sharp sword and fully loaded gun. +
+━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "If I win, I'm a {prodigy}. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written." + +"I never tell anybody exactly how {clever} I am. They would be too scared."
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 6:33 am
{ 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 Amadeus and couldn't resist a little laugh that came out more like a witch's cackle. He was insane, and everything pointed to that conclusion. He was clear in his resolution, obviously unaware of how anything could be wrong. He grinned at him. "I need a definition? I'm freeing souls to be judged in their true forms, the best kind of redemption. Asking for forgiveness is impossible, and with the warning of a murderer, people change their ways to appease a vengeful god. It all works out," the man replied. "Doing that god's work, whichever one it is, will bring my soul enough redemption when I die." He chuckled darkly, his smile wide. Everything looked so clear to him, but so muddy to others. All he had to do was show everyone, and they would understand...Should he start with this child, though? He was sure such a youngster would not have very much bad that he had done. "Would you like to be saved?" he offered.
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
Is everyone here younger than me?
xxxx τ н e m e ◦ m u s ı c
"The Happy Song" (Liam Lynch)
xxxx c o m p a n y
Amadeus Hawthorne II
xxxx ı o c a τ ı o n
The edge of the lake.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 7:01 am
Ａｍａｄｅｕｓ Ｈａｗｔｈｏｒｎｅ ＩＩ
Ｓｏｎ ｏｆ Ａｔｈｅｎａ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ +Amadeus didn't lose his composure when he realized how mad the man really was. He hardly ever did, and that day was no different. If anything, he was amused by his insanity. The Irish teenager wondered briefly if he'd ever drove anyone this crazy before; probably not, he decided. He tutted quietly. "Hades complains enough about the increase of dead souls as it is; a few more won't help his mood much." Amadeus was very sure the man before him would be treated as a murderer just like any other mortal would. He took a step back when he offered 'saving' him. "No, I would not," he replied sharply, hand straying subconsciously to the gun hidden in his jacket. Gregorovich would not take too kindly to having the life of his charge taken away at this supposed 'safe haven foe demigods.' Nor would the manservant's salary. Anyhow, Amadeus' soul was plenty bad at the tender age of seventeen, so the man's wacked way of thinking would not work on him as well he would think, if as the young heir had guessed, he were trying to present a person's creator with their soul at their very best.
[[ You're really having fun, aren't you? xD ]] +
+━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "If I win, I'm a {prodigy}. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written." + +"I never tell anybody exactly how {clever} I am. They would be too scared."
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 11:00 am
{ 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 always had a peculiar order to his mind registering things. He watched the boy for a moment, knowing that what he had seen would click in a moment. "Armani three-piece...Gucci loafers...Hair combed back, aviator sunglasses...Tall and mighty attitude. You grew up in wealth. Was it your...daddy. Your daddy was the rich one." He leaned back, staring at the kid. "Yes...You grew up smart, rich, and weak. No need to provide for yourself because someone was there to deliver. They way you're so obviously reaching for a weapon - likely a gun, nowadays - shows that someone else always defended you." He closed his eyes. "Though you would make the mistake that a lowdown gangster at the bottom of the rung would make, so I'm partially laughing." Simon looked at the boy, then quite plainly laughed at him.
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
Is everyone here younger than me?
xxxx τ н e m e ◦ m u s ı c
"The Happy Song" (Liam Lynch)
xxxx c o m p a n y
Amadeus Hawthorne II
xxxx ı o c a τ ı o n
The edge of the lake.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 12:32 pm
Ａｍａｄｅｕｓ Ｈａｗｔｈｏｒｎｅ ＩＩ
Ｓｏｎ ｏｆ Ａｔｈｅｎａ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ +Amadeus waited patiently for the man to finish his musings. Most of what he said was true. He'd been born into a family of billionaires, thanks to his father, a genius since the moment of his birth, and had never found the need to train himself in self-defense. Why would he, when he'd always had Gregorovich at his side, not even two feet away? He allowed the ghost of a smile to play on his lips. "Correct on all accounts, except for your last statement. I believe that I am much more intelligent than 'a lowdown gangster.'" His face betrayed no emotions while the demigod had a good laugh at him; instead he curtly examined his nails, waiting for the laughter to subside. His cuticles were still sooty with grime from his visit to the armory, much to his dismay. Amadeus really would have to visit that spa in Sweden his father liked to spend time at after periods of intense stress and anxiety.
The Irish teenager's thoughts strayed to the person before him. He was smart, if a bit mad. It wouldn't bode well to belittle this character. But Amadeus had had enough of being the subject of such mockery. It was time to make a few of his own clever observations. "You are smart, I grant you that much. You seem just old enough to be in college; I would guess you were majoring in psychology. And judging by the shortness of our conversation, you were once a bright young man, but it would seem that you have been driven to murder, deluded in believing that you are 'saving' people, when you are in fact causing grief and despair. Although, I'm hardly one to talk," he finished, remembering smugly off all the victims of his money-making schemes. +
+━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "If I win, I'm a {prodigy}. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written." + +"I never tell anybody exactly how {clever} I am. They would be too scared."
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 3:32 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 || "Is that the only reason you can find for me to murder a man? There are other ways to save one. Perhaps I should elaborate? Save them the time...the trouble. The trouble of saving themselves. Of changing. They can go to their maker as they are, and be judged properly. Beg forgiveness in their final second." Simon paused, then smiled. "Draw your weapon and point it at me. I want to teach you something that'll save your hide later, kid," he said, knowing the name 'kid' would likely defame Amadeus and insult him enough to actually do it, if for no other reason than to close Simon in and give the boy a superior feeling to the man sitting on the ground before him.
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
A wealthy child obsessed with himself and his power. Is this avarice or vanity?
xxxx τ н e m e ◦ m u s ı c
"Cooler Than Me" (Mike Posner)
xxxx c o m p a n y
Amadeus Hawthorne II
xxxx ı o c a τ ı o n
The edge of the lake.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 3:48 pm
Ａｍａｄｅｕｓ Ｈａｗｔｈｏｒｎｅ ＩＩ
Ｓｏｎ ｏｆ Ａｔｈｅｎａ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ +Amadeus's eyes flashed with annoyance, his gaze hardening slightly at being called 'kid'. He was merely six months from becoming a legal adult, and never did appreciate anyone bringing up his age. He was always being underestimated, always being assumed that he wasn't much of a threat. The Irish teenager fingered his ring, not one to be so easily goaded into doing something like that, even if he was offended. He was curious, in spite of it all, to see where he was going with this. The man sitting before him amused Amadeus with his way of thinking. Uncertainly, he tapped the pin on his suit jacket of the Irish flag three times, a sword with a polished onyx hilt appearing in his right hand. He obliged, pointing it a foot away from him, promising himself he would not walk away from the lake as a murderer. Harboring such guilt was bad for one's mental health, and heaven knows the world wouldn't want that. +
+━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "If I win, I'm a {prodigy}. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written." + +"I never tell anybody exactly how {clever} I am. They would be too scared."
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 5:20 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 chuckled at it. "You never want your weapon this close to someone who is not preoccupied with their own weapon. The opposition, if trained, won't make the mistake either," he replied, hand pressing against the flat of the blade. "Also, keep your shoulders still. They give away every intention. The eyes have nothing in a battle." He put his hand back in his lap. "Hmm. You're not the killing type, are you? You don't have that intent in your stance..." He shrugged, leaning back. He smiled in a slightly-less-crazy-and-kinda-more-friendly way before saying, "So, what do you think is my other reason for murder? Hmm?"
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
Vanity. Definitely.
xxxx τ н e m e ◦ m u s ı c
"Cooler Than Me" (Mike Posner)
xxxx c o m p a n y
Amadeus Hawthorne II
xxxx ı o c a τ ı o n
The edge of the lake.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 5:48 pm
Ａｍａｄｅｕｓ Ｈａｗｔｈｏｒｎｅ ＩＩ
Ｓｏｎ ｏｆ Ａｔｈｅｎａ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ +Amadeus replied simply, "I do not like murder." He pursed his lips at the man's words, but complied, relaxing his shoulders. He wasn't physically inclined to fight, nor had he ever been. This was what his father Gregorovich to do. To take on everyone who dared step in the way of his schemes, or who were foolish enough to try to harm him. His bodyguard could very well have been close by, hiding with the shadows of the trees, not completely trusting the life of his young charge at the camp. The Irish teenager smiled slightly, not yet prepared to warm up to the strange man. "I would assume you have been bullied or abused at some point in life? People really are quite ignorant as to what repercussions their taunts can lead to." It was one of several motives of serial killers, or any murderer really, to take revenge on those who had belittled them early on. +
+━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "If I win, I'm a {prodigy}. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written." + +"I never tell anybody exactly how {clever} I am. They would be too scared."
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 6:50 am
{ 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 thought about the reason he came up with. He seemed to be trying to recall it. "...No. That's not it. I mean, I was only ever bullied by one person, my ex-girlfriend...She was trying to get a DNA test to see if my daughter was or wasn't mine...she was, but otherwise, I've had a really good life there." He shrugged looking at Amadeus with a grin. "That may be a normal reason, but certainly not mine. Care to guess again?"
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
The young ones are interesting...
xxxx τ н e m e ◦ m u s ı c
"Cooler Than Me" (Mike Posner)
xxxx c o m p a n y
Amadeus Hawthorne II
xxxx ı o c a τ ı o n
The edge of the lake.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 7:06 am
Ａｍａｄｅｕｓ Ｈａｗｔｈｏｒｎｅ ＩＩ
Ｓｏｎ ｏｆ Ａｔｈｅｎａ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ +Amadeus took his sword and planted it in the ground, blade first, leaning on it as his eyebrows furrowed thoughtfully. He should have expected as much; this one wouldn't have a normal reason for murder. If given a computer and an hour of solitude, he could dig up his past and find a sound reason, but that would not mark his brilliance. It would mark how well of a hacker he was. "You like it," he said slowly. "You like the feeling of having a person's life in your hands, of deciding their fate. Am I correct or should I guess again?" As Amadeus had been speaking, the blueprint had slipped from inside his suit jacket, laying on the ground for a few moments before he noticed it. The Irish teenager picked it up quickly, stuffing it a different pocket before the stranger before him could take a look at it. He cursed his seamstress for making such a faulty pocket. +
+━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "If I win, I'm a {prodigy}. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written." + +"I never tell anybody exactly how {clever} I am. They would be too scared."
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 7:19 am
{ 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 || "This is about the time that anyone progressively insane without the concept of reality would claim it's the 'voices,' or anyone trying to cop a plea of insanity too." Simon shrugged. "You are half correct, and likely the closest anyone could get. Yes. I like it. But not for the feeling of deciding one's fate. More...the power. The control to alter someone's life drastically. Like my demented mother, my missing father, my ex-girlfriend who took my daughter away and married my best friend..." Simon replied, tapping his chin. "There's a sort of complex for it, but some would call me a control freak, or something of that nature. In truth, I don't discredit your theory. My fate was formed from my father's blood, it seems, and for once I want the control over some semblance of fate..." He trailed off. "Though there's an odd point to question, in regard to fate now. With the fates, did they intend for the victims to die at my hand when they did?" he asked, leaning back and looking at the sky.
"Hmm. I suppose the one that threw me off was realizing I had killed my daughter, who hadn't the time to recognize me. I'm not sure." He looked at Amadeus. "So! What do you think? Still insane?"
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 wonder what his name is, anyway...
xxxx τ н e m e ◦ m u s ı c
"Cooler Than Me" (Mike Posner)
xxxx c o m p a n y
Amadeus Hawthorne II
xxxx ı o c a τ ı o n
The edge of the lake.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 7:38 am
Ａｍａｄｅｕｓ Ｈａｗｔｈｏｒｎｅ ＩＩ
Ｓｏｎ ｏｆ Ａｔｈｅｎａ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ +Amadeus listened thoguhtfully. Gregorovich would have hauled him away at the mere mention of this man killing his own daughter. But he was going to stick around; it paid to keep company with those who have a different perspective than everyone else. "I would assume your father is either Thanatos or Hades," he murmured to himself, still leaning heavily on his sword. The young heir smiled suddenly. "Not at all. You seem perfectly sane to me. You seem more like a control freak, power hungry maniac, and a psychologist all rolled into one." +
+━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "If I win, I'm a {prodigy}. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written." + +"I never tell anybody exactly how {clever} I am. They would be too scared."
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