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Mark Buick

"Imma just enjoy my time here, no need to worry." WIP

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a character in “Aeonis Academy for Demi-Gods”, originally authored by MoonlightWraith, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer."
- William S. Burroughs








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๏ผฆ๏ผต๏ผฌ๏ผฌ ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅ::
Mark Buick

๏ผฎ๏ผฉ๏ผฃ๏ผซ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅ(๏ผณ):
Markus, Marky

๏ผก๏ผง๏ผฅ & ๏ผค๏ผก๏ผด๏ผฅ ๏ผฏ๏ผฆ ๏ผข๏ผฉ๏ผฒ๏ผด๏ผจ:
18 years old, born on the 5th of November, Scorpio

๏ผง๏ผฏ๏ผค๏ผฌ๏ผน ๏ผฐ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผด:
Demeter

๏ผน๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ:
12th Grade
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๏ผง๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผค๏ผฅ๏ผฒ:
Male

๏ผณ๏ผฅ๏ผธ๏ผต๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน:
Homosexual

๏ผฅ๏ผด๏ผจ๏ผฎ๏ผฉ๏ผฃ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน:
British, Northern Irish

๏ผค๏ผฉ๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผง๏ผต๏ผฅ ๏ผฏ๏ผฒ ๏ผด๏ผจ๏ผฏ๏ผต๏ผง๏ผจ๏ผด ๏ผฃ๏ผฏ๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผฒ:
Dialogue= #2AEB40 Thought= #2AEB40





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๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผฒ๏ผณ๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน:
Mark is a very deep and rather intense person, there is always more then meets the eye. Although he presents a cool, detached and unemotional air to the world around him, lying underneath his non-chalant demeanour is tremendous power, extreme strength, intense passion and a strong will and a persistent drive. He has a very penetrative mind, he likes to know what's going on, so don't be surprised if he ask questions, he is always trying to delve deeper and figure things out, always wanting to know why, where and any other possible detail they can possibly know.

Mark's very weary of the games that other people try to play and he knows it, he tends to dominate and control anyone that lets them, or anyone that they find weak... outside the bedroom, inside it, let's just say he's submissive. However, any person whom Mark respects and holds close to him is treated with amazing kindness, loyalty and generosity.

On the outside, Mark has great secretiveness and mystery, which magnetically draws people to him. On the inside, it's a constant battle of brain and heart, in his heart he simply wishes to trust and be loved, but his brain has other plans, to those who get close, they'll get to see his internal struggle. He may sometimes be seen as to controlling, a side effect of his mother's paranoia over the loss of one child, and too ambitious, a trait inherited from his father, but both of these are only because he needs control, because this makes him feel safe in a world out to get him.

๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ:
โœ”| Parties | At parties, he has only two responsibilities, number one to enjoy himself and number two to do so appropriately, i.e. without hurting anyone or being generally a nuisance
โœ”| Hot chocolate | Give him a hug and a hot chocolate when he's down and he's probably gonna keep you around longer than most
โœ”| Tenderness | After Demeter's mothering and his grandmother's care, Mark really values when people are tender and loving towards him
โœ”| His gifts | His gifts helped keep his family alive when his mother cursed them, whilst his gifts were only a percentage of what Demeter could acheive he manage to get his family by and feels his gifts can keep him from disappointing anyone he loves
โœ”| Alcohol | Mark's time in Northern Ireland was rather dull and since he was 14, he's been drinking to keep it from getting dull

๏ผค๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ:
โœ–| Children of Hades | Demeter told him stories of how Hades would try to pull him to the underworld and force him to marry one of his children, he may not believe it as much as he did, his mother made him slightly intolerant of them
โœ–| Family | Families equal responsibility and responsibility kills his cavalier attitude, because whilst he generally has a laid back demeanour, responsibilities he can be rather pedantic and fussy over.
โœ–| Camp Guys | If he wanted to date feminine people, he'd date girls
โœ–| Meat | Mark is a pescatarian and doesn't eat beef, pork or chicken, he doesn't care if people eat it around him or even if he touches it, he simply doesn't like the taste and therefore only eats fish
โœ–| Arrogant people | He can't stand people who think they're better than anyone else and will do his best to avoid such people

๏ผฆ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผณ:
โ˜ Spiders โ˜ Fire โ˜ Disappointing anyone he loves





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๏ผฆ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฉ๏ผฌ๏ผน::
James Buick (Father) - James and Mark aren't very close, they are rather distanced by their differing interests, however deep down they do love each other.
Betty Buick (Grandmother) - Mark and his grandmother are very close, when Demeter was removed from his life, she became his source of comfort and care.
Edward Buick (Uncle) - The eldest of Betty's children, he is just as old fashioned and hard working as his father was and as such doesn't appreciate Mark's laziness around the farm and doesn't tolerate his sexuality.
Dennis Buick (Uncle) - Dennis, the youngest of the uncles, and the most laid back, he's hard working and just as determined as his brothers but doesn't exactly care if Mark does it, or what Mark does.

๏ผฒ๏ผฅ๏ผฌ๏ผก๏ผด๏ผฉ๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๏ผณ๏ผจ๏ผฉ๏ผฐ ๏ผท๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผจ ๏ผง๏ผฏ๏ผค๏ผฌ๏ผน ๏ผฐ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผด:
Demeter and Mark have a relatively close relationship, she raised him for awhile on his family farm, she was protective of him and fussy over what he ate and engaged in, for example, his uncles and father would often ask for him to help out on the farm but she worried about him being hurt in the process and so kept him from doing so. She also made sure his diet was healthy and nutrional, whilst also ensuring he was health, encouraging outdoor activities and regular exercise.
However, before long, James grew tired of her overprotective nature over Mark, leaving him more vulnerable to danger because of it, and her constantly stopping him from helping the family and so left her and she left Mark alone, the farm then suffered a blight, crops failed and those which survived were weak and small, until James let Mark see her once a week, until he turned 16 and Demeter let up on the weekly visits.

๏ผข๏ผฉ๏ผฏ๏ผง๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผฐ๏ผจ๏ผน:
Demeter met James one autumn during the harvest session, she had just seen Persephone return to Hades side and had decided to go somewhere quiet until Spring, she decided to spend her 'holiday' in the small farming village near the Buick farm and one fateful night, James and Demeter managed to bump into each other and a few sparks flew. However, their relationship didn't pass the stage of fling as Demeter returned to her daughters side when Spring came back around, but not long after Demeter returned to James, pregnant. The pair married so as the child wouldn't be born a bastard.

Mark had a fairly normal childhood, his parents raised him right and healthy, until the divorce which was a whole ordeal in itself as Demeter was not happy about having another child taken from her and put her wrath into the family farm and starved the crops, however at the fear of being seen as the cause, Mark implemented some of his training to combat his mother's curse and give the farm enough crop to survive and break even. Although this left its mark, as the power took a lot from Mark and made him sickly weak, James then swallowed his pride and agreed to let Demeter see Mark on a weekly basis. She invited him to Aeonis personally on one of her weekend visits.

๏ผฆ๏ผก๏ผถ๏ผฏ๏ผฒ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผฅ ๏ผฐ๏ผฏ๏ผท๏ผฅ๏ผฒ:
Mark enjoys his powers over the weather, he enjoys nothing more than thunderstorms and loves that he can enduce them or prolong their duration when they happen.

๏ผญ๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผฃ๏ผฅ๏ผฌ๏ผฌ๏ผก๏ผฎ๏ผฅ๏ผฏ๏ผต๏ผณ:
Face Claim: Daniel Sharman (Had to change not enough gifs)
Pet: Has a pet albino mouse whom he's named Cotton, for her pale coat


So begins...

Mark Buick's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jensen Adler Character Portrait: Aiden W. Stuart Character Portrait: Amanda Cartwright Character Portrait: Miles Reid Character Portrait: Mark Buick Character Portrait: Marilyn Tsinajinnie
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Amanda was one of the last to arrive at the Academy after returning from Summer, her bags had yet to be emptied and sat in the corner of her bedroom, which for the time being was void of any mess. The wardrobe was empty and neither door was being used to hang any of her clothes and the drawer beneath the doors wasn't open to reveal a messy gathering of shoes, but instead the entire wardrobe was closed and looked as if it had never been used, but that's because Amanda was so used to it being a mess that the look of it closed and tidy was slightly off putting as she stared at it.

Amanda had her 6 hours sleep and wasn't as drained feeling as she should have been, flights usually drained the life from her but last nights was surprisingly pleasant and didn't leave her feeling groggy or drained at all. So as soon as her alarm went off, she rose with ease and even set about tidying her room... Well, arranging her room to how it should be. She grabbed the first suitcase and emptied the contents onto her bed and started hanging them back into the wardrobe, and placing the shoes back in the drawer, for now it was a relatively organised sight, give it a day and it'll be the mess it always was.

As she put the last pair of shoes away and looked at the suitcases, she was fairly surprised to see she was finished, her suitcases had been emptied and all that sat on the bed was the gifts for Jensen, the very sight of them made a slight gasp escaped her lips.
"Oh yeah." It was a barely audible whisper to herself as she snatched her phone of the bedside table.

[To: Jensen x]
[Hey you! I only got back last night! I missed you and have something for you! xx]


She held the phone in her hands, impatiently awaiting his reply, and it showed because she early ran the shell pendant along the chain or was checking to see if he had replied, even the phone didn't buzz or whistle to indict he had, and when he didn't reply instantly she knew he mustn't have been awake yet and so decided to message the others to distract herself.

[To: Markus]
[Yo ho! Why weren't you on my flight? :O xD x]


[To: Aiden]
[I seriously hope you've nothing planned for this Orientation Day! How's you kiddo? Missed ya :3 x]


[To: Mari]
[Guess who's back, besides all the other people that aren't me? ;P Such a difficult question, I know, even I can't get it xD x]



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Mark lay on his belly, his face buried deep into his pillow as a light snore glided around the room, he'd been told it was a cute snore but he doubted it many times, snores are cute, snores stop people from sleeping, they can't be cute, he's slept with enough snores to know... One snorer is enough to know they are not good sleeping companions. As he lay there in some semblance of peace, it wouldn't last much longer as his tablet started it's alarm, and he'd set it to an Electro playlist, therefore the alarm would be loud and energetic and he also set the tablet on his desk, not his bedside table, meaning he'd have to actually get up and out of bed to switch the damned thing off, but it rarely ever worked in waking him up, he'd just fall back on top of the covers and start snoozing again.

This time he had no such luxury, as his phone buzzed and played a short tone, the vibration making the phone go over the edge just that bit much more and falling down underneath his bed. He dropped his hand and tried to grab the phone at the awkward enough angle and when he realised he couldn't, an irritated groan escaped his lips.
"Oh fuck me!" Mark pushed himself of his bed and stood over the bed, his pyjamas hung low on his waist and his torso exposed to the entire room, if there was an audience he'd be ashamed and try and hide but instead he just looked in the mirror and sighed at himself before getting on all fours and grabbing his phone. Reading the message, he blew an extra bit of air out his lungs, making a slightly humoured sound.

To: Amanda Cartwright]
[I was in the CockPit, flying high kid! xD Lol jk, could ya imagine me in a gay club :O]


He hit send and then lay back on the bed, he thought about messaging one of his other friends but he simply didn't know what to say, he felt 'hey missed you, what's up' was too generic, a bunch of random swear words was too Belfast a way to say hello and generally didn't like messaging people first in case he bothered them. He rolled his eyes and grabbed a fresh and clean pair of underwear, cyan Calvin Kleins with the black waistband, and a pair of socks, cyan with a black rim, an odd thing to have matching, but he liked to keep his underwear matching, it was an odd quirk he had but it bothered no one, because no one ever saw them, well saw it more than twice, so must just assume he did it for the night or something, either way no one ever mentioned it.

Having showered and prepared appropriately, he returned to his room and pulled on a pair of dark blue spray-on skinny jeans with a plain blue shirt before heading into the shared living space, and he couldn't quite tell if Miles was even up, the living space was tidy, but it always was anyway, and his door was closed so Mark had no idea. Either way, he decided to make, eat and clean his breakfast loudly to wake his roommate up and when he didn't emerge, Mark sighed and rolled his eyes, before storming into the son of Ares bedroom.
"Oi! Pay attention to me being all loud and shit, wanker!" He shouted into the room, his voice wasn't raised but instead had a joking tone to it."

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Character Portrait: Jensen Adler Character Portrait: Aiden W. Stuart Character Portrait: Amanda Cartwright Character Portrait: Mark Buick Character Portrait: Marilyn Tsinajinnie
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Amanda immediately looked at her phone screen when the phone whistled, obviously the contents of her phone where hidden behind a lock pattern, which oddly enough was in the shape of a heart when what she really wanted it to be was two downward arrows. As she connected the final pin, her phone buzzed twice again, Amanda smiled to herself, she had made good friends who replied when they got the message."Look who's popular today." She said to herself, bobbing her head left and right gently.

[From: Markus]
[I was in the CockPit, flying high kid! xD Lol jk, could ya imagine me in a gay club :O]

[To: Markus]
[Oh dear god, the image! Please take it back! I feel violated! x]


[From: Jensen x]
[Oh you got me something? Is it see through? ;) I might have something for you too. See ya in a bit.]

[To: Jensen x]
[Hahaha xD There's more than one thing, maybe something see-through is one of them ;P xx]


Amanda chuckled at her message, she loved to tease him just as much as she thought she loved him, an emotion she tried her best to bury down encase he didn't feel the same way, and thinking about it made her smile falter just enough for most people to notice, after all, she was a rather bubbly and eccentric person, a weak smile on her face, didn't tend to bode well.

[From: Aiden]
[Not yet. Maybe once I've had my first cup of tea. You should know better than to miss me. ;) A new school year and a new batch of freshmen to breakup.]

Amanda let out another giggle, she was easily humoured these days, maybe being back home wasn't as much fun as she had thought it was, afterall she was only in Belfast, most interesting thing there was a hill and you didn't really want to go near it past 6 in the evening.
[To: Aiden]
[I hope you can feel the eyeroll! xD Hey, you're like my lil bro! I'll miss you, if I wanna miss you! x
Ps. Freshmen's in love? What is this High School Musical? Come on, Aiden, breaking them up is as easy as me liking one of his statuses and commenting 'lol x']


A slight smirk stretched up her left cheek as she sent the not too sassy, but the sass was certainly intended, message to Aiden. They had fun playing their little game, nearly almost every time Amanda has won, but he sometimes gets the upper hand and proves Amanda wrong, albeit temporarily. Amanda was pulled from her slight daze when her phone buzzed again in her hand.

[From: Mari]
[Who ever could you possibly be talking about? Perhaps a certain redhead?? lol Iโ€™m about to head out. Will I see you at breakfast? :D]

Amanda chuckled at Mari's response, Mari was one of the few people who let Amanda be her quirky self without calling her out as weird or creepy, well on occasion she would, but they were just in a jokey way.
[To: Mari]
[YOU'VE REPLACED ME WITH ANOTHER REDHEAD! :O How dare ye?! What about all the banter and craic we have? Did it mean nothing?! Well you can forget your present!
P.S. I may be a bit late to breakfast, gonna catch up with Jensen and then come down :3 x]


Sometimes Amanda worried herself with her weirdness but she didn't let it stop her from hitting send, she only just hoped Mari wouldn't see it as too weird, but then again Mari was used to how odd she was now.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Priya Aiken Character Portrait: Nessa Solberg Character Portrait: Cornelius Abbot Character Portrait: Aurel Lupei Character Portrait: Hugo Rojas Character Portrait: Mark Buick Character Portrait: Isabel Nolan
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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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Mark didn't linger in Miles doorway for too long, instead he merely shouted the abuse at his roommate before returning to his own room of the dorm, no doubt everyone would be eating breakfast together and catching up with their friends and he had stupidly eaten the food in his kitchen, but then again he could go for a second help, not like the staff would complain, or even know for that matter.

Just as he contemplated going to the cafeteria for his second breakfast, his phone buzzed along his shelf, snatching the phone he smiled at the message, he hadn't messaged anyone but Amanda and he hung out with her over summer, Izzy messaged him first and prompted him to message a few others, replying to her first of course.

[From: Isabel Nolan]
[MARK! Party, tonight. You, me, a bunch load of alcohol and some of your fresh made fruit.
Please and thank you.
Your fav, Izzy]


[To: Isabel Nolan]
[IZZY!!! I feel like you're only using me for my sweet fruits :O I am mortally offended, all one of my man feelings hurt! xD Jk of course I'll be there, hey I saw this video while I was home, we're doing this tonight! Hopefully I'll see you at breakfast for a bit :3
From one of your many favs, Mark, obviously]


Mark flicked through his contacts till he found Hugo, he opened to send him a message but it took him a few minutes to think of anything to send him.

[To: Hugo Rojas]
[What up my Puta? I'm heading to the cafeteria for my second breaky! Doubtful they'll have any soda or fadge, wtf is a Norn Irish man to do with himself if they aren't included in breakfast!!! :O]


Mark had taught Hugo a few of his native slang words and Mark hoped Hugo hadn't remembered the teachings, that way Hugo could think Mark was talking about a fizzy drink and that his summer home turned him straight or bi, when in reality, all he was on about was 2 types of bread.

He then found Marilyn's contact and typed her a message,

[To: Marilyn Tsinajinnie]
[Hey Mari! I have most certainly missed you getting my slang wrong! Although if you do it these year, I think I may have to give you an F on your Northern Irish citizenship test :D I'm heading for breakfast, see you down there? :P]


Mark grabbed his keys and pocketed both them and his phone before leaving his dorm and making his way for the cafeteria for a second helping of breakfast and a chance to see his friends again. Mark even wondered what Castor was doing and how his summer was, but going to see a teacher on the first day before all of your friends would be an unwise move, even if he was enjoying his company more than was professional, but they were both adults and the Academy is founded by Greek Gods, they don't really care what goes on, but either way Mark decided to just message Castor instead of actually going to visit him, before pocketing his phone and heading on to the cafeteria.

[To: Castor Lancaster]
[Hey you, what's up? How was your summer?]

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Marilyn giggled at the distant 'I love you' that echoed from the far end of the hallway, cheek still warm from the friendly kiss of a dearly missed friend. Watching Kiren scuttle about as she did brought merriment to her heart. Though in the end, Kiren's quick departure gave Marilyn little time to compliment her on the pleasantly fruity flavour of her convocation, one which was not too sweet and not too sour, unlike potions in the past. The kick of cinnamon left a refreshing tingle at the back of her mouth as she downed the last of the beverage, the heat of it not bothering the daughter of Apollo. The spicy zest lingered, even when Marilyn collected herself and slipped on her shoes. With a simple flick of a wrist, the lights flicked off and, once satisfied with the darkness of the room, Marilyn was off to the cafeteria.

Though Marilyn was eager to visit her friends, she couldn't help but slow her stride to lengthen the time she had to admire the academy. Of course the academy was something to be admired for it's intricate infrastructure, every stone, brick, and plank placed in a way that constructed a stunning visual. Also, Greece was something wonderful and breathtaking, especially for Marilyn who hadn't traveled further than out of her state growing up. However, at this time of year, when the leaves turned a vibrant array of red, orange, and yellow, it was more beautiful than ever. Even the air at a different taste; it was clean and crisp and just smelled like autumn.

Marilyn's steps faltered, becoming an odd, uneven gait as she became once again distracted by the messages appearing on her phone.

[From: TESS!]
[I think I'm just gonna go work in the shop. Not really hungry.]


Marilyn's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. This was unlike Tess- well, not unlike her to constantly be in her workshop, but it was definitely strange for her to back out of their meetings so suddenly.

[To: TESS!]
[What's up? Something happen? :( I can bring you a muffin or toast or something? ]


[From: The Grumpy Scotsman >:( ]
[ Let me know when you're free, a catch up would be great ]

[ To: The Grumpy Scotsman >:( ]
[ Well when are you free? We can meet up after school, maybe? ]

[From: Mandyโ™ฅ]
[NO! COME BACK SENPAI| I LOVE YOU LONG TIME! T.T Lol so am I... I don't love you, pfft! I shall, will I bring your gift to the breakyfast of give it to you later? x]

[To: Mandyโ™ฅ]
[ Present, gimme <3 I'm almost at the cafeteria and Tess bailed on me :( Come love me? ]

[From: Curly (Markusโ™ฅ)]
[Hey Mari! I have most certainly missed you getting my slang wrong! Although if you do it these year, I think I may have to give you an F on your Northern Irish citizenship test :D I'm heading for breakfast, see you down there? :P]

[To: Curly (Markusโ™ฅ)]
[ Do you think I came up the Lagan in a bubble? Quit faffin' about, our criac is fun!!! I missed you, Curly <3 I'll meet you in the cafeteria ]


Marilyn sighed fondly at Scott's overly formal way of texting and Mandy's completely informal, weird thoughts, the hole in her heart that had opened up over the summer being filled with the reappearance of close friends. The excitement of meeting up with friends intensified just as she came up to the cafeteria. Even from her current position at the entrance, she could smell the mouthwatering scents of freshly baked breads and newly toasted toast, breakfast sausages and bacon, and waffles, pancakes, and french toast. The aroma had her stomach grumbling as she hurriedly pressed on into the cafeteria.

Marilyn was met with the familiar sight of the cafeteria and it seemed that she had gotten there a bit late, for it was now filled with demi-gods on the prowl for breakfast before orientation. Marilyn would see a familiar flash of chestnut colored hair or hear a recognizable deep, resounding voice, but for now, searching for old friends will have to wait until she's grabbed herself some food. Her first instinct, as she loaded her tray, was go to for a fruit salad; the dish featured a mixture of glistening fruit and her favorite fruit, the pineapple, was abundant in her choice. Along with that, she grabbed herself a couple of Weetabix biscuits and a glass skim milk. What surprised her as she spun around in search of a table, however, was seeing Tess sitting by herself at one of the tables. Hadn't she said that she was going to be in her workroom? Nonetheless, she prowled over to where the blonde beauty sat and slid into the empty seat in front of her.

"Hey! I thought you said you'd be in your workroom." She ebbed, curiosity lacing her voice.

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Hugo doesn't really think of himself as a guy who's particularly sentimental; he doesn't weep at weddings or hoard a clutter of his meaningful childhood toys and, although he'll admit that he's gotten a little bit glassy-eyed during an episode of his favorite Spanish soap opera, he's generally unaffected by saccharine moments. However, getting a big armful of his little sister after not seeing her for the summer, Hugo's little Grinch heart is glowing with affection. Nessa's familiar sweet features, eye catching golden blonde hair, and bright beaming smile has Hugo returning her big bear hug without a second thought. As far as sentiments go, Hugo was more than happy to be back with Nessa and Priya, forming their own Three Musketeers and Destiny's Child. But let it be known that Hugo is the Beyoncรฉ of the trio.

Nessa's ecstatic reaction and lightning-quick words have Hugo grinning back at the daughter of Hermes and they prompt Hugo to reflect her mood. "You know I'd absolutely freeze to death in the cold Arctic wasteland known as Greece without your sweaters, Ness! I hope you've made me a red one. Red is so slimming on me," He jested dramatically, making it a huge point to motion to his chest in a feminine manner and run his hands down his jacket-covered arms. Taj fluttered along his sleeves in an attempt to escape the oncoming hands, the smart little thing he is. Hugo definitely agreed with Nessa- Priya really outdid herself with Taj. He couldn't wait to see how Nessa's butterfly would turn out.

Hugo nodded at Priya's suggestion for Ness to come stay with her. "Or you know, you could always come with me to New Mexico. Mom's always going on and on about if her babies are going to come visit and she's not talking about me, she's talking about you guys." Don't get Hugo started on how his own mother seems to care more about the two of them than her own son. 'Hugo, is Priya eating well?' or 'Hugo how are my daughters?'. On the flip side, Priya's family seemed to have adopted him into the Aiken clan as well and Priya's little brother, Dixon, is what Hugo likes to refer to as his protegee. Though, Hugo doesn't think Priya would appreciate finding out that he's being trying to show Dixon how to lock pick or swipe desserts when people aren't looking. All in innocent fun.

"It's unfortunately still in progress, you mean." Hugo sighs in response to Priya's obvious infatuation in Aeonis' resident asshole son of Apollo. Again, aren't they supposed to be the nice ones? Marilyn Tsinajinnie and Juliette Kingsley were just two hot buckets of sunshine. Somehow Marilyn has managed to even befriend Scott- god knows how or why. "I have a couple of things up my sleeve for him." However, before Hugo could elaborate on any plans, he found himself in front of Lake, Nessa's boyfriend who for some reason gave Hugo a strange impression at the time being.

As Nessa addressed Lake, Hugo tended to his text messages:

[From: Markus]
[What up my Puta? I'm heading to the cafeteria for my second breaky! Doubtful they'll have any soda or fadge, wtf is a Norn Irish man to do with himself if they aren't included in breakfast!!! :O]

[To: Markus]
[Not much, my Puta! You're going to have to make do with the other pitiful breads. Shame :( ]


Much to Hugo's disdain, there wasn't anything from Tessa, so she did probably have the wrong guy. Yup. Placing his phone in his jacket pocket this time instead of his jeans, Hugo's attention turned back to Nessa, who had just mentioned something about a school prank. A small, sinister smirk grew upon his face. "You know I'm ready, you little devil you. What did you have in mind?"

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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.

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Mark walked along the halls wearing a jumper he had just thrown over his plain white T-shirt, it was a simple grey jumper, loose fitted and what most would call unflattering but what he would call comfortable, his jeans were skinny and hung low on his waist, revealing the top of his underwear, something he often corrected out of his self concious nature, he didn't need anyone to see his vibrant pink boxers, well except for one person but he'd see them eventually. On his feet he wore what were once black converse, they weren't worn out, the black had just faded from being in the wash one too many times.

As he made it to the doors of the cafeteria, his phone vibrated and not just once, he sighed as he took his phone out to respond to his ever increasing popularity, he leaned against the wall next to the doors so as to respond to the messages before entering into the cafeteria and being in people's presence, he hated using his phone when he was sitting with people, it didn't stop him from doing it but he felt rude as hell.

[From: Marilyn Tsinajinnie]
[ Do you think I came up the Lagan in a bubble? Quit faffin' about, our criac is fun!!! I missed you, Curly <3 I'll meet you in the cafeteria ]


[To: Marilyn Tsinajinnie]
[A* on that use of slang there! It actually formed a somewhat applicable response xD I shall sit with you in a bit :P Imma collect me some food]


[From: Hugo Rojas]
[Not much, my Puta! You're going to have to make do with the other pitiful breads. Shame :( ]


[To: Hugo Rojas]
[Damn, here I was hoping you'd have forgotten what those things were :O I'll have to plan better next time xD White bread it is pour moi :P You had breakfast yet?]


[From: Isabel Nolan}
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]


[To: Isabel Nolan]
[You only think! :O How can we marry if at the alter you turn round and say 'I think I do', how ever will I explain that to mama and papa? xD I already told Marilyn I'd sit with her, I'll meet up with you after the orientation day and we can get to preparing the necessities. I'll be the one person in the school who you haven't talked out of their shirt :P]


He spotted Marilyn from the doors, sitting with Tessa, instead of heading straight for the pair, he made a beeline through the food, collecting 2 slices of toast, and two eggs, a strawberry greek yoghurt and a small bowl of fruit, he carried the tray over to the two girls, as he passed Isabel's table he gave a curt nod with a smile, as he passed the table, a thought crossed his mind, maybe Isabel hadn't seen his message and he was just completely rude and ignored her offer, by the time he'd finished his thought he was beside Marilyn. He set his tray in the empty seat next to Marilyn, quickly turned to Isabel with his phone out and montioned for her to check her messages.
"Hey," He announced himself with a smile, turning to look at the pair he decided to sit with, but when he noticed Tessa's expression, it faltered. "Did I interrupt something? Are you okay, Tessa?" Genuine care laced his voice, even if he and Tessa weren't close, he did deeply care for everyone in the academy, they were his family afterall. "If you need any help, I give excellent advice and also have friends in high places." He said with a teasing sinsterity to it, joking at his Northern Irish roots and how nearly everyone there knew someone who was a terrorist. Unlike most, humour was his go to when people looked upset, if he can garner even the slightest smile, he's made them feel better and also opened a gateway to helping them more.


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Naveen had just finished sharpening his knife when his student Daniel came over to talk to him. The son of Zeus was stressed. That much was obvious. The poor fellow had just gotten a complicated response from the girl he liked. If Naveen knew anything about love, it was seeing it in others and recognizing it. At least, when they were as obvious as Daniel Keisuke.

Naveen placed his knife in it's sheath and grabbed a cup of tea before resuming his seat. He liked the old fashioned tea, with seven sugar cubes. Naveen liked sugar. It was yummy.

As Naveen cradled his cup and Cody began playing tug of war with his boot's laces, Jack Clement appeared with his golden retriever, Skipper. Naveen loved Skipper, the dog was adorable and loved him. All animals loved him. Except for sharks... That was a story he didn't tell.

Naveen smiled at the golden retriever and gave a slight wave to his student as he hunched in his seat and took a sip of his tea. He didn't speak until Jack did, giving Jack all of Naveen's attention. He lifted his chin slightly to be sure he made proper eye contact. Naveen was confident in himself and had no problem making eye contact with anyone, escpecially his students.

Naveen considered Jack's words before nodding slightly and scratching at the slight scruff on his chin. "I'm doing well, thank you. I have not though a couple of strays picked me up while I was in Alaska," Naveen stated simply as he took another sip of his tea.

It was then Naveen realized what Jack was truly saying and smiled broadly. "Clements, you ought to know better. This is the same pup that followed me last year and the year before that. I suppose I shall introduce him to everyone this year and not just the seniors... His name is Cody, mother gave him as a graduation present. If you get a doctorate in shool, perhaps mother will give you a similar present," Naveen stated encouraginly, at first slightly confused before realization had dawned on him. .

Jack was his younger brother, and he was a good kid. He cared. He had trouble in love as all demigods did, but he tried. The more he tried, the more he would succeed in life.

Naveen, knowing it would only be rude to not do so, prepped himself to ask Jack how it was going. "How about you Jack? Nice summer? Anything exciting? Been practicing?" Naveen asked with a smile and a slight raise of his eyebrow as if chastising him but doing so lightly and jokingly.

He was an older brother and a teacher and a friend. He wasn't half related to Jack, but it was just the same to him. Naveen ran his hands through Skipper's hair, messing with the dog's ears as he sent a message of happiness and joy to the dog through their connection before giving the complaining Cody who was whimpering from not recieving the attention. The wolf pup was adorable. And so was Skipper.

Naveen wondered if Jack would want to try to show his practice, but devided he wouldn't offer. He had already spoken a lot. If Jack asked another question, so be it. He would answer, but why talk more when you can listen and watch?
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Tess looked up when she heard someone sit down to see Mark Buik take a seat next to Marilyn. Tessa liked to think of him as the car. It was simple. It helped her remember his name. And she liked cars, therefore, she must have liked Mark in some way or another.

"Boys are so... infuriating. And I wish they could pick up on how girls feel but at the same time if they did then he would know how I feel and then everything would be so screwed up because he'd be like 'Oh, Tessa, how could I like a small little blonde like you who is socially awkward for the most part and always has grease on your face?'" Tessa asked, rushing and upon talking as "him" dropping her voice an octave. It was probably comical from another person's point of view. Tessa, upon finishing her rambling, let her head drop onto the table again, sighing.

She thought about her words for a second before sitting up, her wringlets flying to land on her back as she looked between Marilyn and Mark. "Do I have any grease on my face?" She asked innocently and hopefully, not wanting to deal with it.

Tessa dropped her head down again before letting it roll so it was resting on her arms. She sighed. "Thanks Mark... Maybe how to respond when the guy you text texts this back to you when you text him the first time?" Tessa asked softly as she plucked her phone away from Marilyn and pushed it towards Mark.

"Am I being too stressed? Why am I talking so much?" Tessa groaned as she let her forehead go back to the table and sighed again, her arms hanging limply at her side. She groaned obnoxiously, wanting Aphrodite herself to show up to figure out her love life but not daring to pray to her. She was screwing things up as it was. Or maybe that was her son... Tessa wasn't even sure anymore.

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location; aeonis academy school gate โžณ cafeteria.
date; 1st september // orientation day.
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It was pushing twenty minutes before August realised that Shyroe wasn't going to turn up. With a small sigh, he assumed that his sister had stumbled into Kiren or one of her other friends and had forgotten all about meeting him; August didn't mind but now he was a little lost on where to go.

Reaching for his phone, August fishes it out of his jeans pocket and checks for any messages, before sending some out himself,

[ to : shy ]
forget something little sis? It's fine, I'll see you later.

[ to : mandy ]
my little sister just ditched me, is that sad? Please say I'm not a total loser :-(


After hitting send on those two messages, a faint rumbling noise emits from August's stomach. Despite having just had a bagel, he was still hungry. And so August's decision was made for him - He was off to the cafeteria for a second breakfast. Something that wasn't often uncommon for August. He'd usually have a small meal as soon as he woke, and another in the school cafeteria, not just for the food but also so that he might have the chance of seeing some friends before the start of the first school day back.

The cafeteria was only a brief walk away from where August had been stood by the school gate, so he arrived at the building shortly and was met with the most divine smell. People were clustered around the dining hall, plates full with all manner of delicious breakfast foods. August had found himself in the cafeteria right when breakfast was in full swing and it was packed. Grabbing a bowl and filling it up with a load of fresh fruit, August peers around the room for somewhere to sit.

Noticing a few empty seats on a table where Marilyn, Tessa and Mark sat, August makes a beeline for the trio. Despite only being casual friends with Tessa, August knew Marilyn and Mark well so assumed they wouldn't mind him butting in on their conversation. It wasn't until after he had greeted everyone with a cheery "Hello," and sat down that August noticed Tessa's slightly forlorn expression. "Sorry, am I interrupting something?" He asks them as a group before turning to Mark and frowning ever so slightly in a 'what happened' kind of way.

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location || The Hallways - Cafeteria
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time || Orientation day | 7: 54
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theme song || 20 Dollar Nosebleed || Fall Out Boy

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Shyroe was walking around in the hallways trying to remember where the cafeteria is, when she got a text.

[From Kiren:]
I'll meet up with you in orientation, we can do something after! Hang out? Have some fun maybe with friends? See you later my lovely love! :)


[To Kiren:]
Okie doke! I'll see you there! I'm currently heading to the Cafeteria.


As Shyroe sent the message she noticed a map of the school and stumbled over to it and looked over it sleepily. She soon found where the Cafeteria was, and headed that way, deciding to get a muffin, or something like a baked good that might cheer her up. But she was still really happy with her meet up with Kyle, she almost got out of her shell to talk to him normally. Soon her phone buzzed again and she checked and saw a text from August.

[From Auggie:]
forget something little sis? It's fine, I'll see you later.


Once Shyroe read the text she realized that she had promised to meet him at the gate, but she was to hyped up with Kyle talking to her that she stumbled into the school.

[To Auggie:]
:O I'm so sorry! I had a run in with Kyle and I freaked out, and, and! I'm soo SORRY!


Shyroe typed frantically as she finally made it to the Cafeteria. It was humongous, and in all honesty scared the living day lights out of Shyroe. She got in the lineup to gets some muffins- Looking around for August. The line moved quickly and soon Shyroe had to order with out messing up her words. "H-Hello! I'd l-like a.. Muffin! Please.. Could I have the blueberry one?" She asked awkwardly as the person nodded, but stared at her in a way she didn't like. The person gave her a muffin and she walked around looking for August.

Soon she spotted him and rushed over to greet him, when she realized there was other people there with him. She sat down beside August quietly and poked him. "H-Hi.." She stuttered quietly, giving a small wave to be polite. Shyroe only recognized Tessa from a class she was once in with her, but she still couldn't have a normal chat like she can with Kiren. The rest of them she didn't recognize, so she hid her face while eating her muffin.

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"Boys are so... infuriating. And I wish they could pick up on how girls feel but at the same time if they did then he would know how I feel and then everything would be so screwed up because he'd be like 'Oh, Tessa, how could I like a small little blonde like you who is socially awkward for the most part and always has grease on your face?'" Mark shrugged his shoulders before giving her forearm a light punch, teasingly.
"That's why I only date men." He took a bite of his egg and toast, and then thought about what she said. "Wait what guy is this?" He looked at both Marilyn and Tessa, his mouth was only semi full so he let the food fall to the front of his mouth so as the muffling of his voice wasn't so bad. "I'm pretty sure I've heard a few... complimentary whispers about you, here and there." He gave her a wink as he chewed his food. "Also... You're in a school with some of the most talented alchemists and love witches around, I'm sure one of the Hecate or Aphrodite kids can help you out if you wanna cheat." He then pursed his lips and looked off to the side. "Okay, maybe I not as good with the advice thing as I thought."

"Do I have any grease on my face?" Mark made a face which implied he thought she was being ridiculous, but not in a serious way and shook his head, this time his mouth was full and to speak would not being a pretty sight and wouldn't be coherent. Tessa then pluck the phone from Marilyn's hands and slide it across the table to Mark, who swallowed his food and whipped his hands on his jeans, before picking it up and reading the message.

Mark looked at Tessa with a slight smile, "Tessa you've nothing to worry about," He looked at the contact name along the top of the message. "Just tell him it's you and how you got the number..." He then paused for a moment and then looked at her. "If it's like a way you're ashamed of, just say I gave it to you and if he asks why just say something like 'Oh you know Mark and his phone, if you can't reach him you better try reaching one of his friends'." He gave a playful shrug and flashed her smile before taking another bite of his egg sandwich.
"Am I being too stressed? Why am I talking so much?" Mark's smile faultered as her head met the table again.
"Hey, we all get like this when we text people we like, right Mari?" He gave her a nudge with his foot and then a quick glance, indicating he wanted her to agree with him, he knew not everyone did it but he definitely did and knew Tessa would feel better if she wasn't being like a one in a thousand who stress over people not texting them back.

Mark didn't even notice August sit down, he was rather caught up in the discussion at hand, and when he spoke up Mark turned to look at him with a look of surprise. "Hello, Sorry, am I interrupting something?" Mark shook his head with a smile.
"Awk no, you're grand." Mark blushed as he heard his own extremely belfast accent, his eyes widen in disbelief at how his accent broke into the most horrible accent ever. "Sorry." He apologised for his accent as he regained some control over his accent and made it a more refined and understandable, or as people called it back home, posh, accent. Mark caught August's expression and mouthed 'later' to him, before noticing Shyroe sit next to him, Mark had never really engaged with the girl but he was plenty friendly with everyone so he waved at her.
"Hey." His voice was soft and his smile welcoming, he'd heard she could be pretty shy so didn't want to be intimidating, not that he was, no one was ever scared of him, he lightly chuckled to himself at the thought of someone finding him intimidating, but when he realised he was in coming he blushed and tried to recompose himself.


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Castor was working on getting things ready for orientation and his first class. He had decided to take a short nap on his desk when he heard the lightning crash. Castor immediately woke up and nearly fell out of his chair from how loud the noise was. He cursed under his breathe and picked up the papers that fell on the floor. "Well great. Daddy's here..." Castor prayed that Zeus wouldn't be paying him a visit. He wasn't in the mood for a 'father-son' chat with the big guy.

Castor finished his work and made sure his outfit was perfect. He looked himself over using the camera on his phone as a mirror when a text appeared from his favorite student. Castor's lips curled into a devious smirk when he read it and then he responded:

Hey you. I just finished up my work for orientation. My summer was wonderful but I'd rather you tell me about yours later.

Castor sent the message and out his phone away before grabbing his messenger bag and coffee and leaving the classroom. He decided he wanted to go pay his two favorite coworkers a visit and figured he'd find them together. After a few turns down the halls he stopped at the counsellor's office to find the two he was looking for. "Hello ladies." He said with a charming and seductive grin on his face. "You two look positively lovely today."

Castor noticed Terry and acknowledged him by giving a friendly nod.



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"Spencer?" Her roommate called. "Are you awake?"

Spencer groaned into her pillow and flipped over onto her back. I am now... She tossed her sheets off of her body and got out of bed. She then wiped the sleep away from her eyes before realizing her roommate would want an audible response.

"Yeah, I'm up. I'm getting dressed now."

Spencer flicked on the light in her room and made her way to her closet to pick out some clothes for her first official day at the academy. Spencer eventually picked an outfit and put it on before opening her door.

"Uh, hey roomie." Spencer said awkwardly. Both of them had been here early. Ruth was her before Spencer. Spencer tried to come as soon as possible for the sake of getting out of her hell hole of a house but she didn't know why Ruth came early. It's like she really cared if the girl told her or not. [color=#00006]"So what do you need?"[/color] Spencer asked figuring that would be the only reason why she would wake Spencer up so early.