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Cornelius Abbot

"Don't stress, that's dumb. We're here and it's nice to alive."

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a character in “Aeonis Academy for Demi-Gods”, as played by an edgar allan poet

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“We got no money, but we got heart. We’re gonna rattle this ghost town.”







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FULL NAME::
Cornelius Abbot

NICKNAME(S):
Cory by nearly everyone because he despises his full name.
Abbie by close friends.

DATE OF BIRTH:
10/19/1997

AGE:
Eighteen Years Young

GODLY PARENT:
Apollo

YEAR:
12th Grade| SENIOR

GENDER:
Male

SEXUALITY:
Heterosexual

ETHNICITY:
75% Irish, 25% English, 100% Awesome

DIALOGUE OR THOUGHT COLOR:
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PERSONALITY:
Cory has a very outgoing personality and always appears to be on the verge of laughing. It’s not hard to make him grin or smile, he does it so much, it almost seems a part of his appearance. He has the exact opposite problem of resting bitch face. However, he’s not exactly what you would call ‘charming’ or ‘caring’. He wants to make people laugh so he can hide how empty he feels inside. It’s a kind of wall he puts up. If he asks like he’s having the best life ever, no one is going to ask if he’s okay because they’ll assume he’s great. It’s not easy to keep up such a fake and forced façade, but Cory does the best he can.
Cory actually cares very little about many things. Friends are not a priority, his future is not a priority, neither is school. He’s perfectly fine living in a false present. Nothing in life has really impacted him much to give him a much needed wake up call. He’s never lost anyone close to him or been rejected because he’s never let his emotions get so far from him that he would get hurt.
Cory can be pretty selfish and only really worries about himself more than anything else and doesn’t really put himself out on the line to offer anyone help or consolation. Still, this doesn’t mean he doesn’t have feelings for people, he’s just pretty self-involved. Unfortunately, his lack of experience regarding pain has two negative effects; getting hurt more and have a bit of a god complex. Someone who is so oblivious to the pain others live out on a daily basis gets hit like a sack of bricks when he comes face-to-face with cold reality. Although, they also experience this certain kind of superiority in never having been brought down or shoved under. Cory sort of feels like he’s invincible, immune to pain. Both are dangerous things to feel and both of them can come to an end in one quick, swift reality check.
Cory is very easygoing and it seems like nothing can get under his skin or get him heated. Most people who know him have probably never seen him angry. He’s just not devoted to any ideas or ideals that would bother him if someone disagreed. He’s not very stubborn, quite usually he’ll let the world roll over him and he’ll gladly bend as flexibly as a willow in a hurricane.

LIKES:
✔Food: Doesn’t matter what kind, Cory will eat seconds, thirds, and anything anyone around him might offer. He’s not picky and he’s definitely not particular.
✔Summer:The long, hot days are the days when he feels most alive. It might be the sun or the green leaves everywhere or maybe the sudden, violent thunderstorms summer promises, whatever it is, it’s intoxicating for Cory.
✔Relaxing:Nothing is sweeter than a day well wasted laying on the couch or lounging under the shade of a tree. Cory could sleep all day if he was allowed to and would have no qualms about it either.
✔Secrets:Secrets may not make friends, but friends make secrets! Cory loves knowing something others don’t and has no problem being vague about it. If you need someone to keep a secret, don’t ask Cory, but if you need someone to dangle the information over other people’s heads, then hit Cory up! You’ll have his undivided attention!
✔Comedies:Who wants to watch some dumb drama or unrealistic romance when you could laugh at the stupidity unfolding on screen?
✔Composing Music:Composing music is no easy feat. You have to have the right mindset and the right inspiration and of course, a working knowledge of music theory. Amazingly, Cory possesses all of this necessary to bring new music into the world. He’s never happier than when he’s sitting out in the sun with a blank sheet of staffed paper on his lap.
✔Annoying Nessa: Nothing is more entertaining to the boy than annoying Nessa Solberg. It's so easy for him to mess with her. All he has to do is ask a bunch of questions or act like he's an absolute dunce when it comes to superheroes and that's all it takes! However, it's doubtful Nessa has as much a good time as Cory does.

DISLIKES:
✖Feeling Stupid:Sure he might not get the best grades or have tons of trivia questions memorized, but that’s no reason to treat him like he never made it through elementary school. Admittedly, sometimes, he’s just overly sensitive about it and takes things the wrong way, but no one likes being treated like the class dunce.
✖Blood:Everything about it makes him uncomfortable. Please don’t ask him to explain it any further.
✖Arguing:There’s no point to it for him. Sometimes he’ll brew an argument between people for fun, but if he ever enters an argument, halfway through he’ll usually just give in because he’s lost interest.
✖Know-it-Alls:Jesus Christ, it’s not a contest. You don’t have to learn every fact ever learned. Like seriously, who even cares what year Wyoming became a state? What are you trying to compensate for?
✖People Who Try Too Hard:We’ve all met them.

FEARS:
☠Caring About All The Wrong Things:Cory does occasionally do some self-reflection and it’s these times where he worries about whether or not he’s placing his feelings in the right things.
☠Wasting His Life:He doesn’t want to live his life only to arrive at the end and realize he never did enough.
☠Destruction:Humanity has trudged through thousands of years to end up where we are today. It’s terrifying to think about how the world around is will undoubtedly come to an end. The monuments and the memorials humans worked so hard to create can be torn apart in minutes. And so can our lives.




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FAMILY::
Elise Abbot/40/Alive: A simple woman. She’s not around very often and it’s not like she and Cory have a bad relationship… they just don’t have much of one at all.

RELATIONSHIP WITH GODLY PARENT:
Sure, Cory knows who is old man is. Apollo never really hid himself from Cory, he always seemed to be some homeless man in the street by Cory’s house. Once Cory discovered his ability to bend light, this man who just sat on the dirty curb became his father. I mean, they didn’t do normal father-son things, usually Apollo just showed up whenever Cory was having a particularly rough day and transformed into his dad for a couple hours. Then he would vanish.

BIOGRAPHY:
Cory was born to a young, naïve Elise Abbot in the middle of October. It was about the time when Summer was decaying and Fall was really beginning to blossom. Cory grew up as a strange kid, at least by average standards. He was always eerily quiet and passive. If another kid his age began to bother him or take his toys from him, Cory was more or less indifferent. For a long time, this was the only thing that was strange about the boy until he hit puberty. New powers began to surface for the boy and it was terrifying for him. He could easily hide his ability to control light or plasma, but the first time he cursed someone, well that was truly scarring. He had to start being very careful with everything he said. Cory would analyze his words thoroughly so nothing would go wrong. Ever since, he’s cut most hurtful vocabulary out of his speech. Therefore, gossip makes him very uncomfortable.
Once Cory found out about the Academy from his father on his most recent visit, Cory was thrilled to get started. A whole school full of people who could understand him and knew about the hot water they all stood in. Cory is definitely looking forward to this new adventure.

FAVORITE POWER:
Healing Wounds is definitely Cory’s favorite. He feels like he doesn’t have to hide himself so much as long as he can heal people who are hurt or at the very least, numb their pain.

MISCELLANEOUS:
Face Claim: Ansel Elgort


So begins...

Cornelius Abbot's Story

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Nessa woke up with a start, her heart slamming away in her chest as her obnoxious alarm clock gave her a rude awakening. She reached hurriedly over to slam it off, crawling over towards the end table next to her bed, but instead rolled off of the bed with her long legs tangled in the heavy covers. She hit the hard floor with a heavy thump on her back and lay there a moment, a weak groan escaping her lips. For half a second, she almost managed to fall back asleep before she remembered the shrill beeping bouncing off the walls of her room. Quickly, Nessa kicked her way free and scrambled to her feet, this time successfully turning off the alarm. Once sweet, sweet silence swept through the room, Nessa stood over her clock, vacantly staring at it with the half-asleep kind of edge to her. Then, across the room, she heard the low buzz of her cell phone vibrating on the desk to let her know she had a text. She trudged across the cold floor, kicking the jumbled blankets aside before grabbing the phone and waking it up. Almost instantly, all of the grogginess smothering her fell away and her heart picked up the pace again at the sight of Lake's name.

I'm on my way


Crap. She was supposed to meet Lake for breakfast this morning before orientation! Nessa turned around in a flustered circle, her brain trying to throw together a to-do list. She darted forward, throwing the blankets back on the bed and turning to pull open the drawers of her dresser.

"Clothes," she murmured to herself, rooting through what she had, yanking out a black button down shirt and throwing it over her shoulder. Promptly, she tugged on a pair of blue cropped jeans and slammed her feet into some sneakers while she tugged on the sleeves over her arms. With a leather messenger bag hanging off her right shoulder, she rushed out of her room, still fiddling with the top buttons of her shirt when her eyes fell on her roommate, Priya's, door. A sinister smile twisted its way onto her innocent face and she dropped her bag to the floor as quietly as she could. Nessa laced her fingers around the doorknob of the door before bursting in as noisily as she possibly could.

"FIRE! PRIYA, THERE'S A-!" she screamed, but her voice cut off halfway through when she saw Priya's empty bed.

"Aw, man," Nessa pouted for a moment, but a smile worked its way onto her face when she saw what a mess her friend's workstation already was. Priya hadn't changed at all.

"She must be getting Hugo," the girl discerned before politely closing the door with a slight click. She picked up her bag once more, ran her fingers through her fair hair and strode out the door, down the stairs and through the front door, out into the brisk air.

Nessa ran towards the tree she and Lake usually met up under, a huge oak tree with giant drooping branches that seemed to almost try to reach down and cover you in a blanket of orange and gold leaves. With her chest heaving, Nessa plopped onto the lush grass, trying to act as nonchalant as possible while she whipped out her phone and shot a quick text to Lake, smirking slightly.

Where are you? I've been waiting for ages! Can't wait to catch up!


Lake probably knew Nessa well enough to detect her light lie, but she really was looking forward to seeing him again after so long. They spoke nearly every day while away on break, so there really wasn't much to "catch up" on, but they surely wouldn't find a problem finding a topic. Nessa took in a long breath of the sweet air. It was great to be back.







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Cory's eyelids fluttered open as the sunlight from the window streamed in and landed on his pillow. He let out a long sigh, remembering what today was. Orientation Day. Just one year of hell left, then he'll be free to see anything and everything. He rolled out of bed, his bare feet, shying away from the sudden cold of the floor. Cory made his way to the bathroom in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, observing himself rather vainly in the mirror. Quickly, he animatedly looked around over his shoulder to see if anyone was around before flexing and watching his reflection.

"It's gonna be a good year, Cory. You're gonna see a lot of girls and drink a lot of booze, you magnificent bastard," he told himself, before shoving a red toothbrush in his mouth while he fixed his chestnut hair, smoothing it over to one side. After that was was finished, he gave himself some gun fingers and a wink before he spun on his heel and exited, doing a little dance to some silent song. He did a smooth spin and yanked open the top drawer of his dresser, pulling out a dark green tee shirt and some blue jeans. With a few flicks of the wrist, Cory tossed up a pair of aviator sunglasses with reflective lenses, bounced his shoulders in a wave like motion and caught the glasses in the other hand and slipped them on over his eyes, all in time with the imaginary beat.

Once he was dressed, Cory walked out of his room and immediately went to the fridge, pulling out a bagel he had put in there last night. As soon as Cory had arrived at his dorm the day before, he immediately stocked the little kitchenette with as much food and snacks as could fit in the dorm. Food was a very high priority for Cory, so this didn't come as a surprise to anyone who even remotely knew Cornelius Abbot. Cory closed the door and leaned against the front of the fridge, his eyes falling on Daniel Keisuke's room. He swallowed a bite of the bagel and strode confidently over to the door, swinging it open without an invitation of any kind.

"Rise and shine, Dan the Man! It's Orientation Day!" the boy announced regally, throwing his arms out powerfully before biting down on the bagel and tearing the blankets off of his roommate.

"C'mon, Blondie, rise with the Sun, even though it's like, what? 8:30...-ish?" Cory teased, wrapping the blankets around his shoulders like a king's cape. He tried to imagine what he looked like at that moment and decided he looked quite goofy, mission accomplished.

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Danny smiled into his dream, savoring the feeling of flying high and fast. He smiled at the girl beside him, his hand within hers as she flew with him, laughing and enjoying it with him. In the distance he saw a strom brewing. He was fine with storms. He liked them in fact, but this one was bad. He saw it was bad and knew that it was dangerous and deadly and could kill him in a moment if he didn't move. He tried, and he couldn't, calling out in his sleep, seeing Otter growing scared beside him as she too realized they were in trouble. She was ripped from his grasp and as Danny was thrown about by the twister, he was slammed towards the ground and right before he made contact, he woke up, gasping and sweating in his bed.

It was the middle of the night. Why was he freaking so much? Danny groaned, rolling over and snuggling back in though he knew he wouldn't sleep much more. Instead, he hoped he could get any sleep for the next few days. Danny woke up a few hours later, not remembering anything of the night before, feeling rested and happy and ready to face the day. He went back to sleep for a little longer, ignoring the alarm clock.

When Cory slammed into the room, Danny groaned loudly, the only correct word to describe it being obnoxious. "Cory, you are literally begging me to call you Cornelius. Like, on your knees begging me. Or just for me to electrocute you, that too. Both are basically what you are telling me to do," Danny stated in an overdramatic fashion. When Cory pulled his sheets off, Danny was happy that he wore pants to bed. He smiled at his friend for a moment before manipulating the air beside him to yank the sheets off and bring them back to Danny.

"You, are an evil man Abbie. Taking a fellow man's blankets and sheets is a crime only Hades can punish," Dan muttered as he stood, pushing his roommate from his room to clear the space as he moved to grab a shirt and change his pants. He slipped on a pair of khaki shorts that went to his knees as well as a collared shirt he promised his mother he'd wear for the day. His shoes made their way out from under Danny's bed and he moved to leave his room, grabbing his necklace off of his lamp as he left.

"I do hope you realize you now have to make my bed for me tonight," Dan mumbled as he grabbed a water before pulling out his phone and looking down to text Otter. He decided against it, unsure what to think of their current relationship before motioning for Cornelius to hurry up. He wanted to find more people to talk to, his extroverted personality causing him to want to be surrounded by his friends. He was happy to comply since he liked to talk to people, and liked being around them more. He wanted to talk to his current and old friends that were new and close. He wanted to talk to his looks crush and his guy crush (which he didn't actually have a crush on, but called that because he was his favorite dude at the school) and his overall crush. He also wanted to talk to ex girlfriends and potential girlfriends. He had few exes at Aeonis, and the few that were there were not unfriendly towards Danny, they were still friends, which certainly helped Danny with his need for finding more people to be around.

"Come on buddy, plenty of girls to meet and plenty of people to talk to," Dan stated as he marched out of their dorm upon finishing his preparations for the day. Dan danced his way down the hall before just walking, looking back for his roommate as he didn't slow his pace. "Come on, I want food," Danny called, drawling his voice to add to the annoyance of his complaining. His face held a smile though and he was happy. He didn't realize he wasn't looking where he was going as he continued to walk backwards.

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Danny had been smiling back at Cory when he bumped into someone, nearly falling but catching himself and grabbing onto whoever he had bumped into to keep them from falling as well. He realized who he had grabbed and nearly dropped her anyway.

He stood, looking down at Otter with big eyes as he tried to process what had just happened. "Otter! Hey," Dan stated smoothly, recovering for the most part except for the fact that his show was half of his foot since he hadn't tied the laces and it was loose without being tied.

Dan smiles down at Otter, his height of 6'3" causing him to be overly tall, taller than most people. He didn't look down as he pulled her phone up to his hand with the wind, taking it in hand and offering it to her with a smile. "Otter, it's fine. I was gonna text you, but I figured I'd run into you before I could tell you we're headed to breakfast," Dan stated as he looked at her.

She was covered, her skin anyway, allowing nothing to risk being touched. He was thankful. He refused to allow Otter to touch him, even through the clothing. He was too petrified he'd actually touch her. He wanted to hug her, maybe... nope. Not gonna think of it. She couldn't see all that had happened. She would feel all the pain and the fear, it would just be too much.

He thought back to what she had said, only then remembering to answer her question. "It was pretty cool actually. I went to this little village in South America and got to play with kids. It was awesome. My friend Sam actually got the chance to be a special guest at one of the dinners and got all dressed up. It was really cool," Dan admitted with a smile as he thought back to it.

He tucked his hands into his pockets as he nodded his happiness at the memories. Sam had to wear all of the ceremonial clothing and got to sit in the middle of the circle. He was hilarious and great, being really awesome and kind to everyone. One of the little girls had actually made him a necklace with beads she had made herself by hand.

"I'm sorry I couldn't really talk to you, they didn't have a mail carrier that came through consistently. One of the letters actually got lost because he got lost, then had to come back because he got sick. It was cool, dangerous at times, but cool," Dan stated simply. He didn't mention the time when he had accidentally used his electricity in order to keep from getting eaten by a jaguar. It had been hunting him and nearly hurt a child who had run too close to the jaguar's little babies when Dan had to step in, stunning the creature to get the little kid away. He liked that Aeonis was training him to be a good person, what they called a "hero".

"I seem to have forgotten manners. How was your summer? How's Diaval?" Dan asked with a smile as he looked to the raven. He was somewhat unnerved around him, but it wasn't to the point Dan would sacrifice not being around Otter. Otter was too awesome for Dan to ignore and avoid just because she had a raven that seemed somewhat demonic in Dan's eyes.

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Nessa's eyebrows shot up at Lake's insistence for more details. She took in a long breath, her eyes sliding off to the side.

"Oh jeez," she laughed, placing her hands on her hips. Nessa looked over at one of the empty tables in the mess hand and gently pulled Lake over to the chairs by him arm.

"Let's sit down for this," she laughed, and as soon as she was sitting, any shame concerning the pranks fell away and Nessa's eyes began to burn with a passionate fire that always seemed to spark whenever she was telling a story.

"It was like, two weeks after I got back home and Brent comes in and tells me that these assholes next door, just a couple of high school idiots, are just harassing him and his friends, stealing their money and junk like that. I told him to try and fight his own battle and stand up for himself, but then he comes in with a bloody nose and I know that this is just going to shit, so I agree to help him out with his little squabble. I walked into the kitchen and grab all of the eggs we have and my slingshot and I take Brent up with me to the roof of out house and I got a good number of headshots in there and it was hilarious because they had no clue where this onslaught was coming from, but that was the first cop call. They had no proof and we weren't anywhere to be found so things were peachy. About a week passed with no incidents and I was getting bored, so I went out with a twenty dollar bill, cloned it a few times and paid those bullies to give me a prank war that would challenge me. I have to say, it went really well. The second cop call was from one of the neighbors because our homemade pineapple cannon was 'too loud' at three in the morning. The last cop call was me officially getting back at them, I texted Tessa and she helped me trash their little 1974 Dodge Dart and infest it with dozens of frogs Brent helped me raise from tadpoles. Again, I didn't get caught. You may now applause," Nessa explained eloquently, trying not to brag too heavily. When it came to her pranks, each one was a work of art and it was kind of easy to feel too proud of them. She flashed Lake a bright smile, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. Lake definitely knew how to




Cory waited until Danny was finally finished complaining about his wake-up call, which was quite a while as he would come up with something new to add every few minutes or so.

"I do hope you realize you now have to make my bed for me tonight," Dan had grumbled, an order that was met with a rather over dramatic roll of the eyes from Cory. He shook his head at his blonde roommate. At least Dan promptly heeded the sound of his own stomach and was ready to leave within minutes.

"Come on buddy, plenty of girls to meet and plenty of people to talk to," Daniel pressed, earning a glance from Cory who headed back into his room to grab a red zipper hoodie with white strings. He threw it on, and winked at himself in the mirror before following Dan out into the hall, the thought of all the food he was about to eat, putting a rather goofy grin on his handsome face. He was snapped out of his reverie when Dan rammed into a girl behind him. It took Cory a second of way obvious staring to remember who she was. Her name was Otter, like the animal, and Dan had a clear crush on her. He narrowed his eyes at the two, a long smirk on his lips.

"Ah, I'm gonna go ahead, Danny Boy, perhaps you two would like to eat together," he suggested civilly before nudging Daniel a little roughly before murmuring quietly so no one else but him could hear his next comment.

"Or perhaps you'd like to eat each other. Catch ya later, Hot Shot," he joked, winking at Dan and chuckling at his own crude joke before moving along down the hallway, acting as innocent as a newborn baby. The walk to the cafeteria was an uneventful one for Cory, but he was so caught up in his own world where he was the sparkling center to notice.

"Lookin' like a king with a hoodie on," he sang to himself, shoving his hands into his pockets and doing a bit of a walking dance, "I can still turn heads with what I put on."

If there was anything Cory was mostly known and admired for was his ability to do whatever he wanted and not give a shit and a half what other people thought. Therefore, he did a lot of peculiar things, expecting not to be questioned about it. That can cause anyone problems. He swung open the door of the cafeteria and strode in like he owned the whole campus. The goofy smile on his face was still evident, and it grew when he saw the line of trays and food on the far side of the room. He quickly walked over and piled his tray with more food than could seem to possibly fit in his lean body, then turned to look out at the sea of people at their little table islands. He began to walk out into the mass, looking along the edges of the room for an emptier seat before his eyes fell and locked on a particular blonde. It only took a second for her to feel his eyes on her and she turned to look up. It took Nessa less than a nano second to go from "Why what a glorious morning!" to "Bitch, I will cut you". She immediately looked away, a foul, glowering look on her face.

"Fuck me," she hissed under her breath. It was all she had the time to say before Cory slammed his tray down across from the two.

"Hey, Nessa! Missed you and your bitchiness over the summer!" Cory exclaimed loudly, feigning delight. Nessa rolled her blue eyes, and avoided looking at him.

"Hello, Cornelius," she replied stonily, sinking lower in her seat.

"Ya know, you can call me Cory," he answered like always, even though they both knew she would never be so friendly. A chilly silence passed as the two stared each other down from across the table.

"Ya know, Nessie, you might even be a little pretty if you dressed like you cared," he told her, batting his long lashes at her. She gave him a scrutinizing glare.

"Like you should talk," she spat back. Cory raised a single eyebrow at her, grabbing either side of his hoodie, flicking his wrist so that the hood snapped up over his head.

"I'm looking like a king with my hoodie on," he told her proudly.

"The King of Breakfast Foods maybe, I don't understand how you can stand to eat so much," she told him, a disgusted tone in her voice. Cory made a point of shoving five grapes in his mouth before he answered.

"Well, since you asked, I'm 90% stomach," he answered around his grapes. Nessa turned to look at Lake, her eyebrows shot up in fake surprise.

"There we go! That would explain your lack of brains," she retorted sharply before getting up from her seat and heading towards the food line. Cory swallowed his grapes and grinned as wide as he could at Nessa's retreating form.

It was at this point did he acknowledge Lake's presence.

"That was a good one, she had a good one. How are ya doin', Lake?" he grinned at the boy, seemingly pretty proud of himself.

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Danny's laugh sounded fake to his ears though he was pretty sure others wouldn't recognize the fact that he was so nervous. Why did he feel light headed? He had plenty of oxygen where he was. He wasn't hundreds of miles above the ground. Why did girls have control over guys? And they wondered why guys didn't ask girls out, it was because they were so god damned terrified to be turned down because then that meant they weren't liked by the girl and then the hopes and dreams come crashing down and the world gets ruined... Danny paused his stream of though, realizing it was probably a little over dramatic.

"To be honest, I was hoping for it," Dan stated smoothly, his cam facade not giving away the terror he felt inside. That sounded creepy. His words would probably freak her out. What was he gonna do?

When Daniel saw her glove, he began laughing, covering the originally unflattering noise with his own hand as he looked at Otter's glove. "That's certainly a statement," Dan stated with a smile as he shook his head in wonder at the girl.

She was just...... Otter. Aphrodite in her own way if Dan were to describe her. He sounded really cheesy, really cliche, but it was pretty true to him. Her smile lit up Danny's day with the small movement, making him want to just hug her and hold her and make her smile and laugh every day, not just today. He needed to stop. He sounded like he was in love. He was eighteen. He couldn't be in love... Could he? He'd have to find an Aphrodite child to ask them. He may seem like he knew how to flirt, but he had no idea how to know if it was working, or how he felt in reality, or completely.

"Hey, you're my pukka girl. I need to make sure one of my best friends knows I didn't forget them," Dan stated. He wanted to hide. Best Friends? Friend zone? Did he just say she was in the friend zone? She wasn't in the friend zone! She was definitely not in the friend zone! He was going down. Mayday, mayday! Was all Dan could think before Otter kept talking.

Dan was dine with Diaval looking away from him. Diaval was the devil after all, in the form of a bird. "The Grand Canyon, eh? How fun would that be to fly around in?" Dan asked, reminiscing about the thought. He had always wanted to go there, to fly through the canyons and be free and happy. It would be great.

Dan pretended not to notice Otter was tugging at the thread of her right glove, not sure if he should be noticing something like that and mentioning it. He felt that would be weird. In fact, he was nearly sure it would be considered weird.

With things going relatively smoother, Dan was about to invite Otter to each breakfast with him when Cornelius showed up. He was ready to kill the guy. He was going to kill the guy. He had to get out of there. Right now, before things went downhill faster than before.

With Cory's first statement, Dan was surprised and pleased. His friend wasn't going to embarrass him beyond repair. He was going to be civil. Dan was ecstatic about the idea until he felt Cory nudge him, knowing more was coming. "Sleep with your eyes open Abbot, eyes open," Dan called after him before sighing and running a hand through his hair before looking to Otter. "He told me he was take all of the coffee so I couldn't have any. Which is cool. I'm cool with that. I am slightly less dependent on coffee now," Danny stated. He had originally been explaining to Otter so she wouldn't think Cory or Dan were pervs, but then found that the coffee might make him seem like he didn't want to talk to her... He still lost. So did Cory, for he would be dead in a few hours.

"Um... So, yeah. Want to grab something to eat?" Dan asked as he was about to offer his arm to her like an older gentleman might before remembering the pact he had made. He wouldn't touch her. He would not touch her for as long as he could help it. Clothing may protect her, but Dan not touching her at all would protect her more. He had already broken the pact once that day when he had grabbed her so he wouldn't accidentally push her down, but he hadn't known it was Otto... So it was cool, right?

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Pukka || British Slang || First class

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Bella's phone vibrated as Landon yelled at the boys eyeing her, making her smirk to herself as she reached into her purse and pulled out her cellular. It was from Cyrus. She opened his text and rolled her eyes at his sarcasm, but felt a strange sense of accomplishment in the pit of her stomach at his agreement to meet up with her at lunch. Typing out a quick response, she kept her facial expressions to a minimal so as not to tip of Landon.

Alright then, mister cocky. I'll see you then. Our usual table.

Putting her phone back into her purse, she gave Landon a look as he took her cigarette. They were almost to the school building when he asked his question.

So're you still talkin' to that Cyrus guy?

Her breath caught once in surprise at his question, but she tried to keep her facial expressions to a minimum. "Yeah, a little bit. I haven't seen him in a while." She shrugged it off nonchalantly. "Why do you ask?" Bells furrowed her eyebrows and took the cigarette from Landon's mouth, placing it in her own, and took another drag.








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Lake leaned back in his chair, arms around his stomach, laughing at Nessa's story. He watched her closely as she told her story, noticing exactly how into it she got and how proud she was. It was certainly one of the more adorable things he'd ever seen. When she finished, she told him he could now applaud and that's exactly what he did. Until Cory walked over that is.

He sat through the entire exchange, wanting to speak up and defend Nessa but knowing that she was more than capable of taking care of herself. After she got up and walked off, Lake turned his attention to Cory who just now seemed to notice he was sitting there.

"I've been doin' good, buddy." Lake answered with a small nod, forcing a small smile to turn the corner of his lips upwards. Cory was a decent dude, at least to him. They had a pretty good friendship, but the way he made fun of Nessa really bothered him and he had told Cory this before. Unfortunately it hadn't seemed to make much of a difference. "Why do you have to do that?" He questioned, leaning forward and resting his chin on one of his hands. Lake had almost considered getting up and following her over to the food line as soon as she walked away, but he and Cory were friends and he thought he at least deserved the benefit of the doubt.

Lake couldn't resist letting his eyes wander over to where his best friend stood though. She looked pissed with her arms crossed over her chest and a mean expression plastered over her face. He couldn't help but feel annoyed at his male friend for treating her like that and it made him not even want to talk to him.

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Along with lunch and dinner, breakfast was Hugo’s favorite meal of the day; though, in the good company of one of his best friends, it was made all the more enjoyable. Hugo spent his time lazily picking at a stack of fluffy, buttery pancakes made sticky with a heavy fixing of maple syrup and he was once again reminded of the Academy’s top notch cuisine as he savored the pleasant flavors and textures. Familiar faces began to steadily stream into the cafeteria, hungry demi-gods seemingly on the prowl for a satisfying meal to start off their day. A few people said their good mornings and hellos to himself and Priya and even if the two struggled to recall their names, they still returned the sentiments.

Hugo had been in the middle of telling Priya how his mother’s rich, doting boyfriend by the name Christopher had attempted to win Hugo’s favor by taking him to a championship soccer game over the summer, when his phone, which was located to the right of his plate, had vibrated noisily against the tabletop. Abandoning both his story and his cutlery, he reached for the device and Taj scrambled to move away from his position perched atop it.

[From Unknown]
[ Hey, going to eat food, wanna come with? ]


Hugo felt his eyebrows come together, scrunching in confusion, and his lips became pursed in intrigue. The phone number was foreign to him, he decided. Quickly cutting into his pancake and popping a piece into his mouth, he chewed leisurely as he sent a reply. His elbows rested against the table.

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[ lol, sorry. Who is this? ]


“Pree,” Hugo questioned around the food in his mouth, “Do you know who this number belongs to?” He set his phone on the table, sliding it towards her.

Priya glanced across at the phone, picking up her toast with one hand and taking a bite while the other hand pulled the offered mobile closer for inspection. Her eyes scanned the number, and it only took a second to recognise the digits of her half-sibling, Tessa. Biting back a very unwomanly snort of laughter, Priya had to quickly gulp down her mouthful of bread and jam before she could properly answer.

Hugo’s little crush was well known to her, just as she was sure that her half-sister had more than a few romantic feelings for her pseudo-brother. Personally, she couldn’t see the appeal. Sure, Hugo has handsome enough, athletic and fit with defined muscles and abs, while dark, caramel curls frame a usually playful, smiling face, and ducky chocolate eyes seemed to sparkle with some mischievous plan. Priya supposed eyes were always good.

But Hugo was also a frustrating fool who frequently pretended gravity was failing in order to squash Priya to the ground, or wouldn’t stop teasing for getting a milk moustache one time. In short, he was just as much a brother to her as her own step-brother, and it was this bond that probably stopped her seeing him in all his resplendent glory. A fact that Priya could only think a hasty “Thank you Gods” to before responding to Hugo.

“That’s Tess’s number.” She told him, quickly putting down her piece of half-eaten toast so that she might hold his phone with two hands. Her thumbs make quick work of sliding up the messages already sent, and though she sees nothing juicy to use as ammunition, there’s still no reason not to tease Hugo, “’Lol, sorry. Who is this?” Priya reads, arching an eyebrow at her close friend, “Do you want to stay single forever?”

One moment the contents in his mouth were a harmonious combination of spongey breakfast confectionary and maple-flavored liquid ambrosia and the next they were a thick, heavy mass that stuck to the insides of his throat. Unable to control his reaction to the sudden tickle in his throat, Hugo began to cough uncontrollably. He tried to save Priya from the impending spray of masticated pancake by placing his curled fist in front of his mouth and turning away to face the opposite direction. At that moment, it was just a mess of Hugo trying to cough and swallow back his pancake. Priya’s whiskey colored eyes twinkled with teasing recognition and Hugo sent a glare in her direction, though it probably looks pathetic during his bout of coughs.

Tessa White is a fellow demi-god at Aeonis- seventeen years old and a junior, just as Hugo is, and a half-sister to Priya as the daughter of Hephaestus. Now, Hugo doesn’t recall the exact moment in which he saw her, only that he began to see her all the time. She often lingered in corner of his eye, standing there in the back silently observing the area around her and almost fading into the shadows. Hugo didn’t know how people could just disregard someone like Tessa, despite the shyness she possessed, because as someone who’s been around quite a few beauties in his time, Tessa is something else. She has long, golden blonde hair that comes to frame a heart shaped face. In turn, the face houses a cute button nose, big wondrous baby blue eyes, and petal-soft looking lips that are always turned upwards at the corners in a sweet smile. She just has this aura about her, one that’s dazzling, alluring, and charming all at the same time. It has Hugo gravitating towards her, wanting to get to know her, but although he retained the status as a shameless flirt, there was something about Tessa that just stopped him in his tracks.

“How does she even have my number?” Hugo asked, voice rough after he managed to stop coughing. He turned to her with his eyes narrowing and cheeks warming, “Was it you, you traitor? My goal is to actually get her to like me you know- wooing a woman is an art form that takes time and preparation.” So what if Hugo’s spent more than the required amount of time trying to gather enough courage to talk with her. However, Priya looked too innocent at that moment to have been the one who gave Tessa his number. He sighed, a less-than-manly pout forming on his face as he grabbed back his phone. “She probably just got the wrong number.”

There was a part of Priya that wanted to laugh at Hugo’s reaction, a large, dominant part that desired nothing more than to burst into laughter as he spluttered in his shock. Fortunately for Hugo, Priya had recently taken another bite of her breakfast and in order to maintain some semblance of dignity, and not spray the table with bits of half eaten toast, held the teasing laughter in. She made do with a devilish gleam in her eyes and a growing smirk as she swallowed her food.

“I didn’t give her your number, but I want to shake the hand of whoever did. Honestly Hugo, you actually have to talk to someone for there to be any chance of getting to know them.” While the advice was definitely sound – even if it was given in a rather teasing manner – it was probably a bit rich coming from Priya Aiken, who was known to fumble over her own words when speaking to the object of her own affections. Still, it was far easier to offer advice regarding other people’s love lives and she was very much invested in the idea of Tessa and Hugo getting together.

“Who’s to say it wasn’t the wrong number?” She offered, biting back another laugh at Hugo’s pitiful pout, “Why don’t you send her another text and ask? Or better yet just ask her out?”

“Easier said than done,” Hugo thought bitterly. He refrained from saying mentioning anything about Priya’s lack of communication, though still more than what he has with Tessa, with her own point of interest: Cornelius Abbot. In all honesty, the guy is a complete and utter prick. He has been nothing short of an ass towards Nessa and he’s not exactly all sunshine and rainbows towards Hugo. Weren’t the kids of Apollo supposed to be the nice, happy ones? Hugo would much rather Priya didn’t have any contact with the man at all, let alone date him.

Just as Hugo was about to formulate a response to Tessa – speak of the devil – Hugo looked up to see not only Cory, but his sister Nessa and her boyfriend Lake, as well. Hugo couldn’t hear what they were saying from his distance, but just by looking at Cory, his body language cocky and stupid-looking, he knew that he was already harassing Nessa. “Pree, I think we should go say hi to Nessa.” Hugo hissed, his voice sounding distant, “It’s been all summer since we’ve seen her.”

For all that Hugo was a known flirt and usually had enough confidence to woo with the most intimidating of girls, his inability to speak with Tessa was slightly perplexing to Priya. Yet, all thoughts of Hugo’s romances were pushed out of her mind the moment she followed his gaze. Nessa was walking towards the food line, her familiar head of blonde hair bringing a smile to Priya’s face. Nessa had been as good as a sister to Priya ever since they’d be put in the same dorm their first year of Aeonis. Seeing her was like completing the circle. Of course, these thoughts were also pushed from her mind as her gaze came to fall on the figure from which her dorm mate was fleeing – Cornelius Abbot. Cory doesn’t receive a smile, but rather a blush as Priya watches him grinning at Lachlan.

“Yes, let’s go say hi.” Priya agrees, nodding to emphasis her point. Though, while she sincerely means to say hi to Nessa, her gaze is still fixed on Cornelius Abbot and her smile seems to widen the longer she watches him. While Nessa and Hugo may think her crush ridiculous, Priya refuses to listen. She could list a million and one reasons why Cornelius is the epitome of what a young man should be. He’s funny, witty, smart, and that carefree smile always has Priya lost for words. “Then we can go chat with Lachlan.” Priya adds, cutting her gaze back to Hugo and putting on her best innocent smile. Priya isn’t particularly close to Lachlan and it’s probably more than clear why she wishes to join the table so recently exited by Nessa.

Hugo bites his tongue as he watches Priya get all dopey eyed in Cory direction, but instead of saying anything, he just grabs her by the sleeve of her shirt and leads her over to where Nessa is collecting her breakfast. The fizz of annoyance in his stomach begins to lessen at the sight of his adorable, goofy sister- one of which he hasn’t seen in ages. As silently as he can, Hugo lets go of Priya’s sleeve and creeps up behind the blonde. At the same time as he places a hand on Nessa’s shoulder, he quipped a low “Boo!” into her ear.

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Nessa angrily threw food rather messily on her tray, Cory's comments had already ruined her sunny disposition and now she had detached herself from Lachlan. At the thought, she looked rather surreptitiously over her shoulder, her eyes locking with Lake's who was watching her, just as she was. Great, she had left him and looked like a total jerk to his friend. Way to go there, Solberg, you really nailed that one. She pressed her lips together in a thin line and turned away, her neck bent gracefully. She rolled her eyes at herself.

She was being ridiculous!

How could she let someone as insignificant as Cornelius Abbot get to her? Someone like him shouldn't be able to have this much power over her. Nessa let out an exasperated huff, she always did this! She felt remorse afterwards and would vow to chill out, but the moment Cory smirked at her, his lips opening to let loose some ignorant or arrogant comment, something in her gut twisted and let loose fire in her veins and venom on her tongue. She scowled down at the pile of fruit salad, still immersed in her own thoughts when a deep, familiar voice shouted in her ear.

"Boo!" it shouted, making Nessa jump, nearly tossing her food on the floor. Luckily, it landed with a clatter on the counter instead. She whirled around as quickly as she could, her heart screaming out the name of who it was before her lips did.

"HUGO!" Nessa squealed loudly, immediately throwing her arms around his torso, ignoring the fact that she practically tackled her brother.

"I have so much to tell you! Shit went down this summer, but I can tell you all that later! I missed you so, so, so much!" she rambled, words tumbling out of her mouth as quick as she could manage. Nessa's gaze peeked around Hugo's frame, catching sight of Priya. She released Hugo to pull Priya into a much gentler hug. Gods, it felt better than amazing to see them again. To see her family again. She pulled away from Priya to look right into her eyes.

"I made you a lot of sweaters. I'm actually really sorry," Nessa told her sincerely before her light laugh couldn't hold back any longer.

"It's so good to see you guys! Never leave me alone in that house again." she told them, staring up at them with big, blue doe eyes. Hopefully, the two of them understood her family's disfunctionality well enough to pick up on that without her having to go into detail about her absent mother. However, any thought of her mom disappeared after that, how could she think back to that when her best friends in the entire world were finally back with her?







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Cory was relishing the exchange he had with Nessa for a few sweet moments, before Lake asked his question.

"Why do you have to do that?" he asked the Son of Apollo. Cory's eyes fell on him and he saw that Lake was like, actually upset. Cory rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat, a smirk still on his lips.

"Sorry, are you... upset about that?" Cory asked innocently. He reached back to scratch the back of his head, the smile falling off of his face.

"C'mon Lake, I'm just blowing off a little steam, it's no big deal and Nessa is perfectly fine. She'll get over it," he told him in a reassuring voice. Cory could have left it there, he really could've, but he was Cornelius Abbot.

So he didn't.

His demeanor got even darker and his tone was more venomous than before, trying to press some buttons and maybe hit a nerve with Lake. It would be kinda fun to see the kid get flustered. So, with a dismissive wave of the hand, Cory began his spiel.

"I know Nessa, Lake. Dare I say it, maybe even more than you the Solberg Expert, ya got me? And I know Nessa is fine and can take care of herself, you saw that yourself, man. She doesn't need some little...," Cory trailed off at this time to think of what would shut him up and look Lake up and down judgmentally, raising his eyebrows, "Puppy dog lover or whatever you are to her, stand up for her, so take my word for it; Nessa is okay and she will be whether or not you're there. Pinkie promise," Cory insisted, hooking his pinkie through Lake's before he could protest.
Quickly, he stood up, eyes falling on Hugo and Priya talking with Nessa. He fought the slight urge to go talk to Priya, partially to annoy Nessa even further, but partially because Priya was... well wonderful. However, Hugo was there and he really hoped Nessa wasn't tattling to her brother like a kindergartner. Hugo was tough enough to deal with already. Better play it safe and leave before Hugo caught sight of him and came at him like a bull. He raised his eyebrows down at Lake.

"Uh oh! Big Brother Alert! You know how it is; I gotta bounce. Again, everything is good. If you relax a little bit and become you know, Lake again, come find me, Champ," he told Lake, once again, a friendly edge to his voice.

Typical Cory; say what you want and then end it in a friendly manner. Of course, he always risked the possibility of losing one of his few friends here by doing that, but he never said anything that he didn't think the two friends could rebound from. At the very worst, he thought Lake might become a little embarrassed perhaps a little awkward, but end up as Cory's friend at the end of the day!

Without another word, Cory turned on his heel and left, pulling his jacket around him, thinking he looked rather awesome.
That was another key component, though. Leave before they can get a word in on you.
If you're there for the explosion well... it could take quite some time and effort to patch that back up.
Once he's out, back in the sunshine, breathing fresh air, Cory feels much better about Lake and Nessa. Not really... remorseful.

Maybe slightly... ashamed? But no regret. Not really.

He shook his head, distracting himself from them and catching sight of another one of his friends.

Isabel Nolan.

He hoped he didn't look too weirdly desperate when he darted forward and caught her arm. A stadium-sized radiant smile shone on his handsome face as he came up with an excuse.

"Hey, chick! Orientation Day is proving to be as lame as ever, no surprise there. I don't know about you, but I could really use some distraction, have you planned that Back to Hell Blowout, yet? I'm actually willing to help out, don't be too shocked," he teased, cocking his head to the side while his eyes burned into hers.

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Mystique, though she appeared to lack confidence, didn’t lack anything of the sort, as demonstrated by her blues looking right back at his daring ones. She were just more of the reserved type but blooming as she allowed herself to laugh and joke. Even if on a shallow level.
Daniel smiled a little simply for the attempt she had made which were out of her comfort zone enough. Besides, despite many fellow students perspective he weren’t a bully, at least not to colleagues. Just considered iffy company due to his hunger for some trouble. “Well, I’ll keep an eye out for killer bunny.” He stated, his brows perking up. “Though do you know the power of a snake in this campus? So many people either dislike, hate or fear them. It’s always fun to do to the newbies of the campus.” Daniel found himself shifting beside the small frame of the female, leaning toward her as if she were interested in such a scandal.

ImageBeing aware that he were possibly breaching her personal space, he only glanced to her at the corner of his eyes and smirked. “Cafeteria?” That were generally where they found everyone else. If there were a common alluring aspect of campus, it were food. Not even Aphrodite’s children compared next to food.

Daniel led the way with Mystique in step or not and instinctively browsed the few bodies in the area for anyone that stood out. He scratched his jaw, debating briefly whether to do a needless cue cut or not, just to experiment with people’s reactions. Expected were either a laugh at the petty crime, tugging him back in line as best case scenario. A potential neutral “what the hell?” or worse case, someone to blow it out of proportion and add Daniel on their mental enemy grudge list. Which were beyond him to understand in absolute truth especially since there weren’t really need for a line. It were more a take what you want when you want set-up but not everyone got that. Some people on campus had a stick up their rear.

He waited behind Isabel and Cory, who were the kind to generally respond well to immature, meaningless jokes. Yet he waited for the tall ginger junior, whom he had made his acquaintance. Or friend. Temporarily he wondered on where that relationship was but shrugged it off. Particularly at hearing Cory mid-conversation with Isabel… “ have you planned that Back to Hell Blowout, yet? I'm actually willing to help out, don't be too shocked." Which made Daniel’s brows pull together. The guy had his own methods though and he were best left to it without Daniel's commentary or queries in the background.

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This was why Priya loved the start of term so much, because it meant once again being reunited with the close friends she hadn't seen since school broke up. Out of the masses it was individuals like Hugo and Nessa that Priya missed above all else, and though sykpe and other social media sites let them keep in touch, it was nothing to finally being able to see them in person. The English girl eagerly let herself be pulled towards her blonde dorm mate, waiting with a wide grin as she watched Nessa turn with an excited shout and all but tackle Hugo with a hug. Then, when Nessa's blue eyes glanced over Hugo's shoulder and caught sight of Priya, it was her turn for a welcoming hug.

Priya wrapped her arms around Nessa's frame and squeezed, giggling into the hug before pulling away with a grin. "Of course you made sweaters." Priya lightly teases, more than used to receiving the handmade gifts after years of close friendship with Hermes' daughter. Those knitted goods were a prized possession of Priya's, and items she made sure never to wear when she was at her workbench. Priya had the unfortunate habit of getting oil stains on her clothes or accidentally setting her sleeve alight. Priya may have been immune to the effects of fire, but her clothes certainly weren't.

"After Orientation you'll have to give me them, and once I've fixed up a few kinks in your gift I'll have a surprise for you too!" She adds, glancing up at the mechanical bird Taj as he flaps onto Hugo's shoulder and gives a tinny chirp. The butterfly that Priya was working on for Nessa was much more delicate, and Priya was a slight perfectionist when it came to her work. If it wasn't perfect or as close to perfect as she could get it, than in her eyes it wasn't yet completed.

Though for now, working on Nessa's gift would have to wait, because Priya had more important things to do, like catching up with her two best friends. "Oh Ness!" Priya beams, "I missed you too. Next break you should come home with me. You know my family loves you, I talk about you enough that they feel they practically know you. You too Hugo, my mother keeps asking when you're coming for a visit again." Priya's half sure that her family actually favour the Columbian thief over herself, her step-brother certainly seems to ask about Hugo's adventures enough. She's sure that he idolises Hugo for some strange reason. Priya's just relieved that her step-brother's teasing nickname of 'Prius' - like the car - hasn't caught on.

Out of the corner of her eye, Priya catches movement, and she turns her head slightly just in time to see Cory departing the cafeteria. Looks like she wouldn't be greeting him yet, which in hindsight was probably wise given her current company. Even so her gaze lingers for a moment, as if it alone could pull him back towards her, before dragging her eyes back to the two friends before her. Hugo and Nessa's dislike of her crush is well known to Priya, and though their opinions are important to her on every other matter, when it comes to Cory she's deaf to any criticism. Though, for now, thoughts of Cory are temporarily pushed to the back of her mind as she grins at her friends, more than pleased that finally they're all together again.



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There was something incredibly amusing to Isabel Nolan about getting on Scott Darrow's nerves. She knew that he found her flirtations irritating, and she made no secret that she thought him a perpetual drag, but there was also no denying that he was incredibly pleasing in the aesthetics department. It was also amusing seeing him attempt to curb his anger whenever she reached out to him, in fact watching the little flashes of annoyance appear in his stormy blue eyes was entertainment enough for this daughter of Dionysus. This was why, as she stalked down the path towards the cafeteria, she had a wide grin plastered across her face.

His reaction had been amusing, and though Izzy doubted that she'd see him at the party tonight, she wasn't really too concerned. She had plenty of other friends, acquaintances, and flirtations to court instead of the quiet son of Poseidon. Like, for example, Scott's half-brother. Aurel was another particularly fine example of how the gods blessed their children with not just amazing powers, but with extremely pleasing genetics. And Aurel was one son of Poseidon who didn't seem to flinch every time she walked into the room, which automatically put him higher on her list than his Scottish half-sibling.

It was this thought that had Isabel whipping her phone out of her pocket once again, opening the screen with a tap, and beginning to type out a short message to the demi-god in question.


    To Aurel
    How's my favourite water child? There's a party tonight, hope to see you there ;)
    xx Iz

While her phone was out she decided to send another text, not to someone she wanted to flirt with, but to a friend who she knew wouldn't be able to miss the start of school rager. Isabel could also use his talents to help get the party started.

    To Marky
    MARK! Party, tonight. You, me, a bunch load of alcohol and some of your fresh made fruit.
    Please and thank you.
    Your fav, Izzy

With the second message sent, Izzy slides her phone back into her pocket as she approaches the cafeteria doors. Yet, before she can go another step a familiar figure steps out of the mess hall, his face shining with a bright grin as he catches sight of Isabel. Izzy isn't entirely sure what has caused him to escape from the cafeteria, but she's certain that he isn't leaving of his own accord, that much is obvious by how eagerly he latches on to her. Izzy casts Cory an amused look as he greets her, her grin widening as he offers his services to help with the party preparation.

"Lovely to see you too, Cory." She answers teasingly, "How were your holidays? Get up to much mischief?" Izzy tilts her head to the side, meeting his gaze with curiosity in her own. Izzy had long considered Cory a good friend. He was fun to be around and more than decent on the eyes, both two important factors in Izzy's mind when it comes to friends. She would never turn down an offer of help for preparing a party either, so with a wink she peels his hand off her arm and adds, "Back to Hell Blowout? You know, I like that, and I could use some help if you're offering. "

Around the pair people were still arriving for breakfast. Izzy cast her gaze around briefly, catching sight of Daniel Vadas standing close behind them. He wasn't someone she was on good terms with, so after placing a name to the face she turned her attention back to Cory as a smirk grew across her lips. "You know I do need some heavy lifting done, and I've heard that sort of stuff goes so much faster if you do it topless. What do you say, take your top off and move some stuff around for me?" Izzy batted her lashes at Cory, biting back a laugh at the joke. Well, it was only half a joke. She wouldn't really be too upset if Cory did take it upon himself to move around furniture shirtless.

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EARLIER THAT DAY
Cecilia never felt more defeated in her life then the moment she set foot outside her summer apartment’s door. The sunny skies and the chirping birds brought her out of a fabricated reality she created for herself that was filled with partying and talking up random men at clubs with a fake I.D. Yes, nothing gold can stay, and the fact that she was even alive proved that.

The phone in her pocket buzzed and rather than checking it how she usually would, Cecilia took the opportunity to scream. The few people who were awake at such an ungodly time glared at her to which she had to respond with the flick of her middle finger - they had no idea what she was going though, and even if they did they probably wouldn’t react any differently.

That was the thing about people, no one cares about anything unless it’s directly correlated to them, and Cecilia was no different. She was no saint or martyr or anything really, she was just there taking up space in an ever shrinking world, bound to fuck up in one way or another.

However, as much as she would have liked to change her attitude she could it quite impossible to do such a thing. First most there was her reputation, something she’s cultivated so carefully and to precision that even if it had been a farce at first it truly became who she was. No longer was she an Orphan but a girl who’s life depended on the criticism of others. One could even go as far to say that she lived for the people, in the worst way possible of course.

The times are not too far and between when she realizes that had she been raised differently maybe things would have turned out differently, and instead of ‘drowning her sorrows’ in expensive liquor she might have had a different sense of purpose. But she doesn’t like to dwell on such misfortunes and it’s only because of another insistent buzz that she refrains her inner monologue and rather checks to see what the world beyond her is doing.

        FROM: Izzy
        Babe, I missed you.
        We better be meeting up to plan the best welcome back party ever.
        Know you love me,
        Izzy

Cecilia can’t help but smile and reply immediately, even though the text had been sent quite long time ago.

        TO: Izzy ~
        Already on it, my Darling.
        x

Originally form London Cecilia had a heavy British accent and as many found it to be endearing it was a reminder that yes, she had been normal at one point but her life at Aeonis ruined all of it.

        FROM: Sourav
        i am trapped. help . !_!

Rolling her eyes Cecilia ignored the next knowing that if lover boy got himself into the mess, he could very well get himself out. There wasn’t much he would text her about, but the need for an escape was one of the few things that he sought her after for, and more likely than not he found himself caught between two bed sheets.

PRESENT
The academy didn’t change, and neither did the boring people inside of it did either. Just by looking around she knew that the next year at Aeonis would be true and utter Hell, and it was only her sister that could remedy her from a mindset of utter and mindless boredem.

After she left the apartment she used for the last two weeks of summer, she promptly gathered all of her shit and dumped it into her new dorm room, not caring that the place was clean and not ready to be messed with. It was there though that she remembered the fliers she had created a month ago.

It was customary of the Dionysus siblings to host a coming back to school party and it was Cecilia’s job to do some of the more tedious tasks such as creating posters, actually finding a venue to host their party, and collecting the money to do such a thing. However, the last thing on the last wasn’t hard to do seeing as to how she was the daughter of Dionysus, and anything alcoholic she produced was guaranteed to be a best seller.

The grumbling in her stomach reminded her though that even though she had eaten a breakfast filled with enough vitamins to last her though the day (or at least that’s with the box said), she was still starving. So quickly and with a lot of purpose in her steps, Cecilia opened the doors to the cafeteria and went straight to the okay looking meals.

The hard part started now, and that was who the fuck did she want to sit with.



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EARLIER
Had it not been for the incessant rays of the sun Sourav could have woken up in a better mood, but it hadn’t and as such he rolled out of an unfamiliar bed with a thump where he found his pants and quickly put them back on. The girl above him spoke in a sleepy voice most men would find cute, but the only thing he had on his mind was who the Hell she was.

The details of the day before were blurry at best, and the gyrating of people around him was the only things that reminded him that no, he was not in a dream, and yes he did have school.

“Well, that was nice and I’d appreciate it if you gave me my phone back,” Sourav smiled as he put his shirt back on and buttoned it almost to the top. The girl, now fully awake, with bright eyes and a coy smile to go with it shook her head no and with the blanket wrapped around her ran out of the room and into the main area. He could only sigh and ask himself just why exactly he had slept with her, she was obviously looking for something - and it was the only thing he would not give.

Sourav walked out of the bed room and followed her to where she bit her lip and raised his phone above her head. He was not in the mood for games and she’d understand that soon.

“Listen, I’ve got to be at school soon and if you don’t give me it back I’m afraid of what I might have to do,” he didn’t smile nor smirk but instead leaned against the backside of a couch where she stood on the opposite end of. When she gave no indication of moving he quickly pulled her forward and kissed her to the point where the grip on his phone grew slack, and it was there that he too the chance to grab it from her. However, he had underestimated her when suddenly as soon as he turned his back away from her she jumped on him causing them both to fall forward. He only had time to send one text and that was to a person he could only wish would save him - Cece.

PRESENT
He arrived on campus with nothing more than the shirt on his back and a cut by his lip. All of his belongings had been sent to the academy at an earlier date, and he made sure Aurel put them away nicely, after all that’s what best friends were made for, right?

However seeing that his friend was indeed not where he was supposed to be, Sourav left the room in dismay and began to send out a text to the loser in question.

        TO: Soulmate
        u better be dying or talking to someone hot to be ignoring me like this.
        i need attention. :(

Sourav shut off his phone and pocketed in his pants and decided that if Aurel didn’t need him, neither did he. However, he knew that his friend would be able to see past his childish text and decode the message for what it really meant.

In the mean time however he thought it would be a better use of his time to go eat and as such headed to the cafeteria where he spotted a familiar blonde haired, angry looking, girl. He put his arm around her and whispered in her ear, 8985c3“Obrigado por me salvar, querida,” [/color]he knew she didn’t know a word he said but found it funny to watch her reaction nonetheless. 8985c3“Oh would you look at that, your sister all in her lonesome talking to dear Cory-boy.”[/color]

Cecilia took his hint and smirked at him, all too knowing of his intentions,”She is not alone though, she has Cory,” she pushed his arm off her and instead lead him to where her sister sat, and it was at that exact time did she hear Izzy talking about someone taking their shirt off.

“I would say,” she sat her meal down next to her, “I am all for watching if that is to be the case.” Cecilia didn’t know Cory well, but his reputation was hard to ignore. “Hi Cory.”

Sourav sat down next to Cecilia and mimicked her in a patronizing way, “Hi Cory,” she hit him, and still slightly laughing he leaned over to face Izzy,“Et , bonjour mon amour.”



Translations: Thank you Zoey for this idea!
Obrigado por me salvar, querida. || Portuguese || Thank you for saving me, dear
Et , bonjour mon amour. || French || And, Hello my love.

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EARLIER:
He had a penchant for being early. Timeliness was a virtue, certainly, but when he was early, he was early. At dawn and therefore a day early, in this case. He knew it was a bad idea to book the flight for the day he had, but if he was being perfectly honest, he appreciated the emptiness of the campus when he had arrived. And it wasn't as if he could really complain much. He was a creature of solitude. While he had missed the company of his friends over the months he was gone, he still appreciated absolute silence far more than he valued the parties his friend had a habit of dragging him to. Yes, the campus was almost entirely devoid of warm bodies. It was beautiful. None of the faculty seemed to mind that he was there as early as he was. Not that it really mattered, he supposed; there were other things to worry about.
Naturally, the first thing he did after hauling his bags to his room and dropping them haphazardly on the floor was go to the beach. This was, perhaps, his favorite part of the academy. Sourav would execute him if he heard Aurel put the glimmering ocean above his best friend, but he was, after all, a son of Poseidon. Sometimes he wondered if salt water ran through his veins rather than blood. He wouldn't be surprised. Home was never enough to satisfy him. He could spend hours in his bathroom, immersed in the water in the tub until his mother or sister pulled him away for some reason or other, but it was never enough. Lakes, rivers, ponds, pools; none of them could measure up to the vast expanse of the sea. For one, there was no harsh enveloping scent of brine, saltiness that threatened to fill his lungs and choke him until he could breathe no more (just the way he liked it), and there was certainly no breeze, no fresh breath from the ocean itself as it exhaled. And nothing, absolutely nothing, could ever replace the sounds one could hear sitting on the sand while the waves lapped at their feet. And so, for a good hour, Aurel did just that: sit. He reveled in the quiet serenity that came in the form of the loud crashing of the waves against the shore and the noisy birds flying high above the water. Later, when the sun began to dip down, turning the sky into a watercolor painting of purples and pinks, he dived into the waves and sank down into the cold water. This was his home. He returned to his bed late, fell asleep with all his belongs still scattered about his room. But he'd have plenty of time for that nonsense tomorrow.

PRESENT:
He was forced from sleep by the blinding sun. Just as well; he had plenty to do. Pulling himself from his bed with a yawn, he set about putting his things where they belonged. Once he was done with that, he moved into Sourav's side of the apartment. He knew by now that the charismatic boy expected him to put away his belongings. What he was unclear on was just how Sourav managed to rope him into doing it.

Still jet lagged and lacking his friend, Aurel took his chance to visit the sea once more before Sourav arrived and pulled him to the cafeteria to greet old friends. Halfway down his stroll across the sand, the buzzing from his back pocket led him to open his phone only to discover a text from his old 'friend' Izzy. He couldn't stop the sigh that escaped from his lips. Already a party he was going to be dragged to. Not that he expected any different. Still, it was his first in a long time, so he was sure he'd have a good enough time. It was the third or fourth that would begin to suck the energy from him. So, with a smile, he answered his affirmation.

    [TO: Izzy]

    About as well as you'd expect after an eight hour flight and massive jet leg. I'd ask what you did over the summer, but I think I already know the answer. And you know I'll be there.

Only a few minutes later, the buzzing returned. Expecting a response from Izzy, he was surprised to see a text from Sourav. Complaining about his absence, no doubt. There was a short laugh from him as he read the message. He expected nothing else from his friend.

    [TO: the BAE ♥♥♥ ☺ ☺ ✭✭✌✌♥♥]

    Who knows, maybe if I'm lucky I'll meet a hot sea nymph over here. But if you're intent on ruining my fun, I'll meet you in the cafeteria. Gimme five.

Sourav's name in his phone was the unfortunate result of allowing him to hold it for ten goddamn seconds. But somehow, Aurel never had the will to change it. And so, embarrassingly enough, it remained. With his cell already in his hand, he figured it couldn't hurt to send a quick message over to one of his good friends. Due to...complications, things had been weird between them. They hadn't communicated nearly as much as they used to over the past few months, and, difficult as it was, he was determined to simply move past all of it. Forget it ever happened. Pulling in a deep breath, he tapped out a message and sent it before he had the chance to regret it.

    [TO: Schae]

    Hey, what's up? Just checking in to see how you've been. If you want to drop by, I'll be in the cafeteria with Sourav and a few others. If you're with someone else already though we can just catch up later. See you.

True to his word, it was about five minutes before he managed to reach the cafeteria. Spotting his raven-haired friend, he walked over to him and slid an arm around his shoulders. "I don't know, looks to me like you're getting plenty of attention elsewhere. I'm starting to feel like you don't need me anymore." The smile that tugged at his lips surely shone through in his voice, and he knew he could expect an amusing answer in return.

He took a seat next to Sourav, taking a moment to mouth a 'hey' in Izzy's direction. He merely lifted his hand in a greeting motion at Cecilia and Cory, two characters he didn't know very well, but felt uncomfortable completely ignoring.

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      Was he flirting? No, no way. But... It's seemed like it and he did kind of ask her to be his date to the party. But, maybe he meant as a friend and not as a... not friend. When she started talking about exploring, she noticed the expression on his face. It was the same expression most people gave her when she tried to get them to just trust her and follow her. So to say she was used to it would be an understatement but, it didn't mean it felt good to be stared at like that. She sighed as she shook her head. "We-- We don't have to. It was, sort of a dumb idea..." She said, letting her eyes dart to the counter. From the corner of her eye she noticed the smile on his face and could feel her face getting red.

      "No, let's go stargazing. We will dance at the party until we get bored, then we shall run to the stargazing platform and I shall display my minimal knowledge of constellations,"
      She brought her eyes to look up at him before allowing herself to smile again. She nodded as she brought her head back up, after the blush started to fade away. "Okay, it seems like a fair compromise." She said with a raised eyebrow and a smile. She watched him move closer to her and quickly had her smile flatten a bit as he moved a curl or two behind her ear. She softly chuckled before lightly grinning.

      "Tu es étourdissant, peu importe ce qu'ils disent ou tu penses. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise Jules. Come on, want to eat breakfast?" She smiled, still not knowing what he was saying but, it had to be flirty, right? When he got up, she grabbed her mug and hopping off the counter to put it in the sink. "I still don't speak French, ya know?" She smirked before looking up at him. "And, I don't know what you said but it was probably incredibly cheesy, like 'You've Got Mail' cheesy or, 'Annie Hall' cheesy and probably flirtatious as well. But, anyway, you, my dear cupid should probably take your own advice." She said as she fixed his hair a bit with a smile before taking his arm and walking out the door.

      The walk there was rather nice, if she could say so herself. Of course, she couldn't shut up about her adventures that she had over the break especially about her antics when she Athens and how she almost got locked into the Acropolis of Athens over night because she sort of wandered into an area that was off limits. She was like a kid who got a new toy and couldn't help but show it off to someone just because they're so excited about it and would tell the first person they saw. Luckily, for her it was a friend who was probably used to hearing her babble. And by the time she caught herself, they were about to enter the cafeteria. She chuckled softly as she scratched the back of her neck. "Haha, I am so sorry. I've been talking your ear off all day, haven't I?" She asked as she looked up at him. "Well, I'm done talking. How about we get some breakfast and you can tell me all about your summer.

      She promised as they walked in and pass Izzy's table which held about five people that Juliette knew at least one way or another, Cecila because she was close to Izzy, Cory because he was her half-brother for crying out loud, Sourav for... reasons she rather not bring up again, and Aurel because he was pretty much Sourav's best friend, even if he wouldn't admit it. Which was why when they passed the table to get some food she smiled towards them and said 'hi' to table and to her half-brother. They weren't that close but, unlike him and Marilyn. She had no problem with Cory, at the end of the day he was her brother... Sort of and she refused to shoo away any family she could claim as her own. Once they passed by her big eyes turned back to Lucca. Before he even had the chance to start speaking about his trip, she started talking... Again. Who would have thought? "I've always wanted to go to Australia and just go swimming, and snorkeling, and to see a kangaroo and--.. I'm totally do it again, my bad. Okay, I'm sorry. Go ahead and tell about it."



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Nessa agreed enthusiastically to exchange gifts with Priya after orientation. It was like a tradition they had done since their freshman year and Hugo had made his way into the event as well, having wormed his goofy way into both of their hearts. The proof was on his shoulder as a small animatronic bird let out a high-pitched chirp. Nessa's mouth fell open in shock and she immediately stepped closer to her brother to get a better view of it. With wide eyes, she turned back to her friend, pure, unadulterated joy dancing in her bright eyes.

"Priya! This is... incredible! Look at this! Well, actually, I'm sure you looked at it much more than you wanted to while it was on your workbench, but this is amazing! You've made leaps and bounds of progress!" Nessa exclaimed excitedly, celebrating Priya's mind blowing triumph.

However, the happiness that was emitting from her melted away when Priya offered a place for her to stay next break. Her eyes fell to the floor as she was caught between what she thought was selfish and looking after Brent. She couldn't leave her brother alone with that woman for weeks and weeks. That wouldn't be fair to him.

But what about her?
She spent the summer traumatizing his bullies, didn't she deserve some time away?
Her lips pressed together in a thin line before she gave them a small smile.

"Oh, we'll have ages to talk about it later, I'm sure," Nessa pointed out, sidestepping away from the real question with practiced ease. Brent always asked her what she was doing with her slingshot or eight rolls of aluminum foil or a duffel bag full of stolen police car lights, so dodging questions was becoming quite easy now. Right after she said this, Priya turned to look at the entrance of the cafeteria. Nessa quickly turned to follow her gaze and watch Cornelius strut out of the room. Her eyes slid over to her friend, raising one eyebrow and smirking.

"So, I guess that dream is still in progress, huh? Nessa teased, a strong presence of annoyance in her tone. Whatever Priya saw in Cory was parsecs ahead of her. Nessa would never tell Priya who she should or shouldn't like, and Cory was no exception, but he was one that came with incessant badgering that Nessa felt was perfectly reasonable. The girl turned to look at her half-brother, a fire of determination blazing in her light eyes.

"We're gonna prank that prick so hard this year, we'll make MIT look like amateurs, guaranteed," Nessa swore, the last word spoken like an oath. When she looked back towards Cory, her gaze got caught along the way and landed on Lake. He was holding his head in his hands and she began to rush over to him, to help him in whatever he needed. She felt cool worry for her friend, but anger was beginning to bubble in her stomach again.
What did that idiotic, selfish numskull say to Lake?!
She had only gotten a few steps when Lake got up himself and strode over to them. He flashed Priya and Hugo a bright smile, greeting them enthusiastically, but Nessa could read him like an open book. It was painfully fake.

"Alright Nessy, what looks good?" he asked her, something obviously wrong. She shook her head, trying to forget Cory and the stupidity that came with him. She stepped over to stand next to him, her right hand twitching a little.

"I would uh... well you know it's all... it's all good," she told him stupidly, stammering more than anything else. She breathed in once, twice and slipped her hand in his. His skin felt like hot electricity and she felt her ears turn an obvious shade of red. She made herself squeeze his hand reassuringly and lean closer to Lake.

"And forget Cory, okay? Whatever he said... whatever stupid, insensitive thing he said is ridiculous and nothing to worry about. Hugo and I are on the case," she promised sweetly before retreating back to Hugo's side, a hand covering her mouth thoughtfully.

"Hey, partner... wanna get started on that back to school prank? I got some pretty big plans. I hope you think you're up to it," she told her brother, her mind whirring like the gears and cogs inside of a watch.







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Cory allowed a smirk when Isabel pointed out his rather rude introduction. He hadn't seen her all summer and he hadn't even used her name when he saw her. Although, this went over his head and was forgotten when Isabel accepted his offer to help out.

"Of course I'm offering, Iz, it's my only dream to serve. You know me, uber helpful and the like," he joked, laughing. This was not necessarily true.
Besides being rather self-absorbed, Cory was also a little lazy and would normally avoid helping out, but it was always different with Isabel. She could find a way to make his life more interesting than simply living out this last dull and drab year like he was half-dead. Izzy was also one of those people where if you scratch her back, she'll scratch yours and her favors went pretty far with exactly the right people. So, when he felt Izzy's tone change to a much sexier edge, he followed along and lowered his eyes at her, smirking.

"You know I do need some heavy lifting done, and I've heard that sort of stuff goes so much faster if you do it topless. What do you say, take your top off and move some stuff around for me?" she inquired lightly, batting her long, dark lashes at him. It was at this point that Cory picked up on the joke and he chuckled lowly, rolling his shoulders back, animatedly flexing his biceps, and joining in the merriment.

"Well, Isabel, I'm sure that is backed by a lot of science," he smiled while leaning in closer to her, playing her game.

"How about this," he offered, his eyes boring into hers, "I promise I will take my shirt off for you if you take off yours." The two were staring deeply into each other's eyes, silent conversations He was snapped out of it when a second voice entered the equation. He took a step back and saw Cecilia and Sourav approaching them. He couldn't say he knew them very well, but they were both pretty popular, especially with the party crowd. Cecilia would be helpful on his side, same as Sourav. They were both reasonably good people, you know, the friendly party-animal type.

“I would say I am all for watching if that is to be the case,” Izzy's sister chimed in, it was obvious that she had heard the exchange about Cory taking his clothes off. Right after, the two greeted him. Cory's bright smile still hung on his lips, maybe it looked a little vacant, having stayed present for so long.

"Hey, you two. We're just discussing how much better looking, not to mention stronger, we'd all be without shirts. Any thoughts?" Cory asked, winking at them while he held the back of his head with his palms, an extremely relaxed air around him.

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Lucca didn't like seeing Juliette so... distraught. As if she wasn't sure why he should be talking to her or why she was even trying to be with him. It frustrated him to no end. If you loved somebody, if this was love, he had no idea, then you can't help it. You can't just say "no, I no longer want to love you," when you had no reason to.

She kept looking around, as if she was nervous to make eye contact with him. He wondered what it would take for Juliette to see he really did like her. Kissing her? That was so forward though. Lucca flirted with everybody by accident, but he certainly was not a forward dude. He had been pretty forward so far, asking her to the party (even though Izzy kind of assigned them together), and he had straight up said she was pretty (even if she didn't understand it). He sighed. He wasn't forward.

She looked so fragile sometimes, but Lucca knew she was anything but. "Italiano then? русский? ελληνικά?" Lucca asked with a teasing smile, going through a few of the other languages he loved. He liked Russian because it was so pretty, though most people didn't see it. He liked Greek since he was Greek, and Italian because it was a lot like French which was his favorite.

"What are you talking about Jules? Me? Flirty? When have I ever been flirty?" Lucca asked, feigning innocence. He knew what he did was flirty, but he couldn't tell when he was doing it. He hated that part about his mother, that he flirted with everyone whether he meant to or not. Even guys on occasion thought he was flirting with them when he wasn't trying whatsoever.

"Oh, and I can't really take my own advise. It would be pretty... well, I could. I see myself as a chico feo instead," Lucca stated, scrunching up his nose as he said the insult to himself. He didn't talk about his looks in a positive manor when people talked about them. Juliette probably didn't realize she had accidentally referred to them. Whether or not she had, it had definitely made Lucca's day.

Lucca and her began speaking as they walked. Or rather, Juliette began speaking and Lucca listened actively. He spoke here and then, clarifying and agreeing or making a face at the right times that he felt like it.

"I like listening to you. Your life is far more interesting than mine," Lucca admitted with an over dramatic sigh. Few people knew that Lucca wasn't very well off. He and his uncle had money to pay for their living space and groceries, but little luxuries came their way, which is why Lucca worked often. He actually hadn't shared the knowledge with anyone at the academy, not even Juliette. He didn't think anyone needed to know and if that mattered to them, then he didn't have any reason to want to be near them long enough to tell them.

As they entered the cafeteria, he saw the table Izzy had sat at. Cecilia and him... He wasn't really sure of their relationship. He was friendly with her and accidentally flirted with her, but he couldn't help that. Nearly every Aphrodite kid accidentally flirted. As for Cory... The two were friends, they got along. Lucca was quieter than Cory, and less, flamboyant, but he was friends with him. Sourav... Lucca didn't know what he thought of Sourav. He wasn't sure if it was his half brother that made Juliette so worried boys didn't actually like her, or if someone else was. Aurel... He again wasn't sure since she was friends with Sourav and he wasn't sure if he trusted the fellow himself.

He did give a wave though, covering his racing thoughts of who was there and who he was friends with or something along those lines. As they left the table, Juliette began speaking again and Lucca let her, loving that she was wiling to push aside the nerves about being with him to talk to him.

"Swimming in the reefs is actually something I like. It's really pretty. Snorkeling lets you see all the fish. And kangaroos are in zoos aren't they? Like... with their joeys too?" Lucca asked confused. He did like kangaroos though it wasn't like you saw one every day.

Lucca thought about what to say as he began gathering food, targeting apple juice and some scrambled eggs that he liked. "So, in the outback and in the wild, there are so many colors and it's absolutely beautiful in it's own way," Lucca stated, ignoring the thought he had to say aloud. It was like he dug his own grave with all the compliments he wanted to say.

"So, Jules, how far into the woods is your stargazing spot?" Lucca asked, letting his curiosity overcome him. He wanted to know so he could figure out what to do later that night, how to time things, and what to wear. He wasn't vain with that, but he liked to be prepared, and comfortable. Not just his red sweatshirt and jeans.

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Character Portrait: Cornelius Abbot Character Portrait: Sourav Park Character Portrait: Cecilia Keelan Character Portrait: Aurel Lupei Character Portrait: Mark Buick Character Portrait: Isabel Nolan
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There are a lot of things that Isabel Nolan loves, after all she's hardly the type of person who walks around moping and thinking the whole world dreadful and grey. One of her many amusements is finding someone capable of meeting her playful flirtations and replying easily in turn. While some may see flirting as a petty pass time for the love stricken, Izzy knows it to be a skill and an art, and it's oh so much fun when one finds the right partner, or partners, to dance with. Cory seems to be one such individual, as evidenced by the ease with which he replies to her teasing flirtations. Her smile only grows at his jib at the science behind shirtless lifting, and Izzy nods in agreement.

"Oh yes, I've studied the effects of topless weightlifting quite thoroughly. For science, of course." She mutters with a smirk, before tilting her head to the side as Cory makes his own counter-offer. Where some girls might be offended at the request, Izzy only bursts out laughing, after all she was the one who first brought up removing shirts. She could hardly be mad at Cory for making such a fine promise when she herself had started the conversation. Indeed, she was just about to agree to his little dare when the pair were joined by two individuals that Isabel was immensely fond of.

Cecilia, her half-sister, was one of the only people upon whom Izzy could count on to throw a party as epic and amazing as any Izzy would throw herself. They might share a father - and a rather pathetic father in Izzy's opinion - but it was more than just divine blood that linked them. To compare it to Izzy's favourite drink, their friendship was as strong as the alcohol Izzy planned on creating for that night's event - and anyone who is anyone can tell you that that is strong.

Darling Sourav on the other hand, well he was something else. While Izzy sent Cecilia a friendly smirk in welcome, laughing lightly at Cecilia's spoken interest in watching the shirtless show, to Sourav she sent a kiss, blown across to Aphrodite's son with a flirtatious wink.

"About time you two got here." Izzy tells them both, "As Cory said, we've been discussing the science involved in topless heavy lifting. Luckily, you're just in time to agree to help out with the party, Sourav, shirtless of course." Izzy gave an exaggerated sigh and brought her hand to her heart, playing the damsel as she added to Cecilia with a half-hidden smirk, "Aren't we lucky Cece to have such strapping young men willing to help?"

As if on cue, it was then that Aurel Lupei joined the group, mouthing a 'hey' at Izzy. As the saying goes, two heads are better than one, and Isabel is completely convinced that three naked torsos are definitely better than two. "What about you Aurel, interested in helping out with the party? Cory has already agreed to working topless and I know Sourav was just about to offer his fine services too." Izzy cuts her smile towards Sourav as she says 'fine', her lips quirking up as she does, as if emphasising that it's more than just his help that she finds so enjoyable. Then Izzy is turning her gaze back to Aurel, "Shirts are optional, and heavily recommended to be removed."

There must be some limit to how often one can say 'topless' or 'shirtless' in a single conversation. If so, Izzy was coming dangerously close to that limit. Yet, if it meant encouraging three gorgeous young men to not only help at the party, but to do so topless, then she would happily go over any invisible word limit. Of course, while Izzy was all for inciting shirtless activities, she didn't expect any of those gathered to leap up and rip their clothes off... but one could dream.

It was only then that Izzy noticed the incessant buzzing of her phone in her pocket. Quickly drawing the piece of technology out she found messages from Cece and Aurel, to which there was now no need to reply. Mark's message, however, deserved an answer, especially given that the video he had linked was breathtaking. Quickly, so as not to miss the intriguing verbal conversation regarding shirts, Izzy types up a message and sends it,

    To Marky
    I think I'm in love. Marry me? That video is happening, tonight.
    I'm in the cafeteria if you want to join, leave your shirt off.
    xx Iz

With the message sent Izzy slid her phone away again, smiling up at her friends and hoping her text doesn't confuse Mark too much. Though the video he sent has definitely inspired her and Izzy knows what she'll be making as soon as the party starts.