Kat's Story

Celia wathed as two girs approach the bench where she and Lenam were sitting. Her first thought was dissapointment that she wouldn't bw alone with him anymore, but then she decided,This is a new start, a new me. I need to learn to let people in. Though she was almost posistive that they were only looking at Lenam, because neither of them seemed to notice her tail, her horns, her glowing golden eyes, or her flaming red skin. She could understant however, he was quite the looker. She pinched hte end of her cigarette off and slid the half back into her pack.
She leaned forward to greet them, "Hello." She radiated confidence though her heart was pounding, once they truly looked at her, what would be their reaction?

Melissa nodded at Kat and took a long glance at Celia. Her face brightened up, she realized she had just met her half-sister.
The horns,the red flame like skin the tails and golden eyes. Melissa smirked and said "Hades". She studied the two girls not quite paying any attention to the boy sitting down. She tilted her head hoping she had just found her long lost sister.

Celia cocked her head at her fathers name, "Yes, I take after my father. How could you tell?" she joked, thinking the girl was just making an observation. She looked her over and thought, She looks like an aphrodite to me, but that fire burning in her eyes...for some reason reminds me of home.
She stood up next to the girl and eyes her closer, rubbing her chin as she asks, "Who are you born from? Your eyes, they're burning...like mine."
Her tail flisked behind her, brushing Lanam's leg. She wasn't quite done with him yet, but she had to satiate this curiosity.

((OH. MY. GOD. So much to catch up on :c))

Lenam had been sitting quitely the entire time, observing the scene before him. He was almost glad that he hadn't been given quite a lot of attention. As he ran his long, elegant fingers through his hair he rested his gaze on the small girl, the one who was rather..quiet. "Hi." He said to her, with a small smile, his voice like that of a purring cat. Man. How the hell had all of this happened? It was all really..sudden. He couldn't really process the current situation. He had never been that big a fan of being around large groups of people, and this one was growing. He wouldn't leave, though. Not yet. He was still interested in speaking to Celia, and the other, more quieter girl. She had an air of interest about her.
Lenam sighed and glanced around them, making sure they weren't being watched. He didn't feel like talking to any more people after these three girls. Even moreso, he hoped they wouldn't be girls. That was the last thing he needed, was too have an impression on everyone else that he was a chick magnet. He wasn't, and that was good. Along with that, he really doubted that these girls were attracted to him in..that manner. They all seemed as normal as could be, and he was glad for that.

Melissa leaned on a near tree,the wind blow the leaves for a few minutes while silence lays in the group. Melissa looks around her face darkens and her eyes watery. "You seem like the lucky one. The monster killed my mother...H-he destroyed her inside out turning her from the sweetest creature to a party animal, drug abuser and an alcoholic. She died when I was 5, He lied to me told me she had cancer." she spoke looking across the little lake beside the cabins as a tears slowly rolled down her cheek. "I-I wish I was different, I wish as if he wasn't my father, and what hurts me the most is he still has the balls to call me daughter send me messages and to try to taunt me into entering the underworld" she finished. She turned to the quite girl and boy sitting down. "So who is your parents?" she asked quickly changing the subject.

Celia listened to the girl and chuckled to herself, This girl thinks I pity her... she shakes her head, being polite and not interupting while she spoke, I am a walking reminder of my mothers blood contract, that she would give her soul to Hades if he would kill her husband. Her impregnated her, giving her nonth more months of life, just long enough to carry the being created by the God of the underworld, and the murderous being my mother had been. My mother had fallen from Zues's eyes,a nd her true form was already that of one who is already damned in life. This is why I am the way I am, I am nothing more than a living, breathing contract. I pity no one." Though that she knew deep down, she had a human side...she just didn't want to show it to this girl, her sister...because she was a little jealous. Why does she get to be normal...?
The girl had stopped talking to her and had moved on to talk with the other girl and Lenam. Celia didn't want to be around so many people anymore, she felt uncomfortable...freakish. Like she was trying to fit in somewhere she obviously didnt belong. She stood up, brushing past her sister and started walking away, but stopped and turned back around, "Hi, im Celia. Im sorry I can't stay...but next time you see me come say hi," she was talking to quiet girl who came over with Melissa. She turned her attention to Lenam, "Come by my cabin later and we can finish our talk," she was happy she had mentioned which one was hers before the girl had come over. She waved to him and turned heel, her tail flicking behind her. She walked up to the door adorned with a B and walked in.
Looks like 3 more girls could be staying in here with me, She said looking at the beds lined up against the far wall. She chose the bed closest to the window at the end of the room. She pulled the sheet off her bed and pinned it up across the corner, making a makeshift 'wall' seperating her from the rest of the empty room. she pulled the curtain back and sat on her stripped bed. The window faced toward the woods and away from the other cabins. It ha slid open easily, leaving only a screen between her and the outdoors. The hot air drifted summer air felt good on her face.
Who needs sisters, I'm fine on my own... She grabbed her bag and pulled in into her sanctuary.
Before she was brought there she had ten minutes to pack. She easily grabbed the few pairs of jeans and blouses she owned, only a few of them were flashy. She usually wore daisy dukes and tank-tops and flip-flops in the summer time. Luckily she had packed a bottle of Jack and her bowl pack.
These are the only friends I have ever needed, she said unrolling the bag containing her WhiteWidow. She broke up a bit and packed it in her bowl, snapping hre fingers to create a flame, and taking a hit. She sucked the sweet potent smoke into her mouth and french inhaled through her nose...holding it in as she took a swig from her bottle. She cleared the bowl, then let it all out...her body began to tingle and she leaned back onto the headboard and stared out the window, letting her friends take over as she began to daydream....
Who needs sisters anyhow...