Kennedy Davenport's Story

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If there was anything that Caro didn't do well it was mornings. For the blonde daughter of Zeus, mornings came far to quickly when sleep didn't come quick enough; of course she had to be roomed with an 'early bird gets the worm' kind of girl, Kennedy was her sister and best friend but their sleeping habits didn't half interrupt each others schedule. Caro was the kind of girl who enjoyed her sleep and the comfort of her bed, she stayed in bed until the very last possible moment, it was the only time when Caro liked to do, well, nothing. As usual, Kennedy had briefly woken her from her slumber when she awoke for her morning jog and usually Caro would fall back asleep within minutes, today however, the sun seemed to be too bright and the birds seemed to be too cheery and sleep would not find her again. Still, she stayed in bed, she had debated changing into her sporting gear and hitting the courts for a little bit, but her bed did not want her to leave that morning and so Caro stayed nestled under her duvet and read another few chapters of her book.

Eventually, the call of the day did lure Caro from her bed, stretching away the kinks and aches from her body she stifled a loud yawn before standing up, turning on her heel, she quickly remade her made bed. 'A tidy bedroom for a tidy mind' her mothers words resounded in her mind every morning, just one of the many things she missed about her home back in London, even things that annoyed Caro when she was at home, she missed immensely when away at school, she was just thankful she had Christian with her otherwise she was certain she wouldn't last the terms. Still, dwelling on such only brought out Caro's miserable and moody side and she was determined to be happy today. With a smile tugging at the corners of her lips she walked into their en-suit where she brushed and washed her face before returning to her room where she changed into her outfit for the day and applied her make up then straightened her hair, which now came to just above her shoulders a vast change from her previous tumbling long locks, but a new year, a new hairstyle.

After slipping the bangles onto her wrists and putting everything she would need into her bag, Caro was ready to go. She left hers and Ken's room, locking the door behind her, it didn't take long for the Demi-goddess to reach the entrance of the academy, the glorious white marble a perfect match for the temples which use to stand in Athens, it was truly a beautiful school, suppressing in grandeur and overall quality of learning than even some of the top boarding schools in England, she was truly looking to be here. As she walked through the door way, Caro slipped on her aviators, the sun already so bright for the morning and immediately the warmth soaked into her skin causing her to smile. The blonde made her way through the grounds, enjoying the momentary peace as she walked, soon she arrived at a favourite spot of the students at Olympus, the peaceful lake, the shimmering, crystal blue waters so inviting on such a pleasant morning, she could see that Dustin was already taking advantage of the luscious water, nothing beat a dip in the lake for a refreshing wake up.

Kennedy immediately caught her eye, she lay beneath a tree, relaxing, walking over Caro slumped down next to her "you seriously need to work on being more quiet in the morning" she frowned momentarily before smiling at her sister "but I love you, so I guess you'll off this once" she giggled pushing her sunglasses atop of her head before lying back down next to Kennedy, turning her gaze towards her sister "how are you this morning?"

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Christian was on a roll. Sweat rolled down his bare back and down his forehead, causing his golden skin to glisten, he had been up since six, something which wasn't exactly welcomed but as soon as his work out began Christian quickly found that his endorphins gave him the energy and motivation he needed to complete the rigorous regime. It had begun with a two mile jog around the grounds, followed by more cardio and weight training in the gym; Christian was not a man of books, he had never been particular smart, in fact he always struggled with school, he was a slow developer and so he decided from a young age that his strength would be in sports and from then on he kept his body in ready sporting shape, it was gruelling and challenging but the benefits were worth it.

"Ninety seven, ninety eight, ninety nine...one hundred" with a final push, Christian set the bench press back into the bracket, he sat up reaching for his sports drink, even for a son of Zeus, Christian found himself needing a respite, he may have greater strength than most but he was still only a Demi-god, he had his limits. Luckily his work out was now over, walking over to his gym bag' Christian grabbed his small towel and dabbed his head and chest before slipping his tee shirt back on and left the gym. It only took him a few minutes before he reached his room and once in the room went immediately to the shower, emerging a mere five minutes later, all remnants of his vigorous work out washed down the drain with the hot soapy water. He walked from his bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, whilst he roughly dried his hair with another towel, then proceeded to change into his clothes, a pair of dark blue jeans, a button down plaid shirt and finally a pair of converse, he then grabbed his mobile and sent a quick text to Rueben.

Look alive. I'm on my way -Chris

Short and to the point just as he liked it. Slinging his rucksack over one shoulder, Chris left his room for the second time that morning, it took him only a few seconds to reach Reuben's room, knocking loudly on the door "yo dude, open up!"

Brandon, as he always did, woke before the sun. He got up, stretched, made his bed, got changed into heavy sweats, and tossed his workout gear into a simple bag that he threw over his shoulders. His gear included two well worn muay thai hand guards, a pair of shorts, and a gallon jug of water. Brandon then started his day.

Brandon liked to start his morning workout with a three mile run around campus followed by stair sprints. The feeling of being up before the sun was great. The sky was a fantastic violet that was slowly breaking into lighter blues and golds. It was a beautiful scene. As much as he'd like to share it with someone, not everyone was willing to wake up as early as he did. Throwing away such distracting thoughts, Brandon ran on, effortlessly. He had always been a good athlete, so he finished his run in about twenty minutes he wasn't too surprised; that was pretty average. His path had taken him to the school's sports stadium, and there he ran five sets of stairs in another fifteen minutes before jogging back to the school's gym in another five. By the time Brandon had made it to the gym, it was roughly 5:40 am. Brandon set to his cardio first, as it made a better warm up for his weights. Brandon jumped rope for ten minutes and then did box steps for another ten, bringing him to six o'clock. Once he'd finished, he had really started working up a sweat and decided to remove his heavier hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants. He tossed on his shorts and set to weights. Today was chest and back. Brandon did bench, military, and angled presses followed by lat pulls and push ups. Once he was finished, Brandon could finally get to work on his real training.

Instead of making his way to the punching bag, which his half-sister Abby was using, Brandon made his way to a wooden cylinder, set on a rack, with a few wooden bars sticking out of it at odd angles, a training dummy. Approaching the dummy, Brandon took his stance and took a few deep breaths. Brandon allowed the sweat to roll off his forehead and down past his eyes and chin. He stood for what seemed like ages, waiting for some unknown signal. A drop of sweat, grasped tightly by gravity, succumbed to the Earth's pull and began to fall. Suddenly, like an alligator snapping at unsuspecting prey, Brandon began. He rained a hail of blows on the dummy, perfectly deflecting its built in counter strikes and using the machine's rotation to create even more combos. Brandon looked like a human blender, his hands moved so fast that it they appeared to be invisible. Loud cracks of hard bone on wood rang out through the gym, and intensified as Brandon upped his pace. Though the sweat stung his eyes and the strikes hurt his wrists, Brandon kept going until twenty minutes at the dummy had passed. He slowed and eventually stopped, making one last strike at the heart and neck targets. Brandon tiredly walked over to a bench and sat, wiping the sweat from his eyes and taking big gulps of water. He looked up, only to find Abby gone. Breakfast must be soon. Brandon looked at the clock, 7:10 am. He had a little time and there was still practice to be had. Brandon walked over to his bag and pulled on the heavily worn Muay Thai pads and made his way over to the punching bag. It had been worked pretty well by Abby, and there were still a few deformations in the pad from where the foam hadn't sprung back yet. Brandon placed his hands on the pad, mirroring her strikes. He smiled. "She's got a hell of a cross." Brandon whispered to himself, admiring the solid dent on the upper left side of the bag. "My turn." He whispered, and at that, he began.

Muay Thai doesn't just focus on using fists and feet like traditional kickboxing. It uses every part of the human body. Elbows, knees, fists, shins, feet, forearms, and the heel of the palm were all utilized by Muay Thai. Further, from practicing Wing Chun, Brandon had learned to flow between strikes, opening up opportunities for effective combos. As such, Brandon's personal style was fierce and relentless. He pounded on the bag, setting it rocking in rhythm with his strikes. Brandon's fights with his imaginary foe began with more traditional boxing strikes, a few quick jabs, followed by a right hook and a left upper. Once he had drilled his fists into the soft pad and gotten a good feel for pacing, Brandon grappled the bag and sent a loaded knee into the vulnerable ribs of his imaginary opponent. Following his enemy's blind strikes, which were deflected with elbows and forearms, Brandon set to attacking his opponent's limbs, to keep them from striking back. A flurry of blows rained on the left arm, shattering the forearm and breaking the elbow. Afterwards came a devastating low kick to the right knee, setting the foe off balance and into Brandon's waiting elbow. Once the jaw was broken, the right leg was broken at the shin, followed by the right arm, at the elbow, as the desperate, wild haymaker was thrown. His enemy completely immobilized, Brandon's final strike sent a powerful knee into the forehead of his now kneeling enemy. The skull fractured and his imaginary foe was dead. Brandon's strikes were brutally efficient and more than a little gruesome, but war was war. The sooner one was down, the sooner the rest could follow.

After that, Brandon quickly gathered his things, showered in his own room, dove into some clean clothes and a jacket, tossed his dirty clothes into his hamper, put his school supplies in his backpack, and left for breakfast. He jogged across the quad, waving to Harry, Ken, Rose, and a few others as he made his way to the cafeteria. As he walked, he noticed that Rosalie and Selsye were sitting under a tree near the lake, Selsye's nose was buried in her book like usual. Brandon smiled, she had a voracious appetite for books. As Brandon walked he noticed that Rowan Tinne was there too, talking with Rosalie. He wanted to go straight to food, but he could always grab something later; further, the temptation to talk with Selsye and his other friends was too great. He diverted from his path and walked over to the two girls, a big smile on his face. "H-hey!" He fumbled, addressing the group and tripping over a root in his anticipation to talk with Selyse. "What's everyone up to today? Mind if I join you?" He asked, genuine interest and care showing through his slight stutter. Rosalie's presence was making Brandon a bit nervous, but she was a friend, so his usual awkwardness was mostly forgotten. He kneeled down, then sat next to Selsye, on the opposite side from Rosalie, not too close, but not too far away either. Once he was seated, he continued. "Or would you prefer I left you guys alone with your books and your private conversation?" Brandon asked.

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"Next time, I'll be sure to turn on some heavy metal, just for you." Caro groaned at the mere thought "do it and I'll electrocute you, don't believe me? Just ask out Christian why he had no eyebrows for a whole month when we were thirteen" she countered, giggling at the amusing memory.

Kennedy shifted positions so her head came to rest on Caro's stomach, both staring up at the incredibly blue skies above Olympus, a mere few wisps of white clouds scattered across the pastel skies, not sullying the day but instead enhancing the enchantment of summer. A wave of serenity washed over the sisters, a quick breath of cool air washed over them, causing Caro's bare arms to slightly prickle as she absentmindedly played with a few strands of Ken's hair, an almost identical shade to her own, it often amazed her how similar they actually were both in physical and mental appearances, it was stated, quite often that herself, Ken and Chris could have been triplets. How wonderful would that have been!? Not only related through a not-so-mythical father but also through a mother, still it was pure coincidence this resemblance, for Caro had met Kennedy's mother, in all her splendid, New York Socialite glory. "Well thank the gods you love me. You know, I dont know if I've ever really been on the receiving end of one of your rages before. Lucky me."

Caro scoffed audibly, feigning insult as she lightly swatted her sister forehead "cheeky cow" she mumbled before succumbing to laughter herself "Yes, Praise the gods!" She called out dramatically, her outstretched with clasping hands as she mimicked a praying motion towards the sky, before bringing them back down to her sides with a small chuckle "and no, you haven't, you have no idea what I am fully capable off, consider this your warning mere mortal!" she joked in a deep, serious tone, one that vaguely resembled that of Zeus's but also one which she couldn't hold on to for very long before her velvety laughter spilt from her lips, followed by a content sigh of happiness, what more could she possibly want in her her life right now?.

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"En un momento, me estoy poniendo en mi camisa!"

Reuben's muffled reply came from within the spaniards dorm room; had the door, Christian was stood in front of, had eyes an expression of pure confusion would have been seen. The son of Zeus frowned, feeling momentarily struck stupid at the lack of knowledge with his best friends native language; every single foreign language class he had ever taken in his schooling years had been a failure for Christian, whether it be French, German or Spanish, all assignments, test and homework seemed to be brandished with a big, fat 'F.' Safe to say, languages weren't his strong suit, yet it wasn't for lack of trying, many things could be said about the Demi god but 'needs to try harder' certainly wasn't one of them, he applied himself 100% in everything he did, academically or otherwise, unfortunately his mind did not seem to grasp the academic side too well, one too many rugby tackles to the head, he often jokes, however the reality being that his severe dyslexia meant that his mind processed letters and numbers a lot differently to what is considered the norm, something which he keeps secret even to his closest friends.

Suppressing such thoughts of self worth, always a dangerous topic for Chris, he shook his head, any doubt instantly vanishing "come again?" He replied quizzically. After a series of bumps and grunts coming from the other side, Christian fathomed two possible scenarios, one was that Rueben had company, something which was a possibility with the Spanish Casanova, the females simply loved him, with Christian and his British accent and Rueben and his exotic aura, the pair made a dangerous team when it came to the dating games of Olympus Academy. His second theory was that his friend was quickly trying to get ready, a theory which was confirmed when Rueben finally opened the door. Christian quirked an eyebrow at Reuben's awkwardness, but his usual beaming smile quickly made its self known.

"¡Buenos Dias Christian!." Rueben greeted in his usual colourful manner. "Morning, 'bout time you opened up, I was beginning to think you were sneaking my sister out" he replied with a smirk, making evident his level of jest, although his head did crane around the door just to make sure, his eyes immediately caught sight of the clothes strewn across the floor "you know, in your closet there are these things called hangers, quite a nifty invention really, frees your floor up good and proper" he chuckled with a shake of his head as he clasped his hand on Reuben's shoulder "let's go eat. I think the rest of the lads are already there."

Caro yelped slightly as Ken slapped her leg "that hurt!" She grumbled reaching down to rub the reddened spot on her creamy flesh "I am not a 'mere mortal' missy" Ken added playfully, making her sister roll her eyes playfully "no, you are more of hulk with your strength, you should be with the avengers not at Olympus" she chuckled lightly alongside Ken, after a moment both girls sighed momentarily, falling back into another comfortable silence.

"Do we have to go to class today? Can't we just stay here? And not move? Forever? Chris can come too if he promises to be nice." Now that did sound heavenly, herself, Ken and Chris all together, they certainly did not need anyone else, it was perfect, her sigh of happiness expressing her content at the idea "sound wonderful, sweetie, although I think I may just murder Chris if we were in the same space, forever" she laughed sweetly. Don't get her wrong, she loved her brother dearly, however he was a major pain in the ass the majority of the time, he was always doing thing just to irritate her, trying to make her angry, she chuckled to herself, with Ken's strength and her temper they would make the perfect hulk. Just then her stomach growled, signalling that she was ready to eat, in fact she was starving, she hadn't eaten much at dinner last night and was paying for it now.

Sitting up, Caro shifted so Ken's head fell down to her stomach "have you eaten yet? I am starved!" She stated wrapping a strand of her sisters golden locks, twirling it around her finger in an idle manner.