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Hugo Rojas

"I find that if you just talk, your mouth comes up with stuff."

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a character in “Eupheus”, as played by fivehours

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"Stealing, of course, is a crime, and a very impolite thing to do. But like most impolite things, it is excusable under certain circumstances."








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FULL NAME:
"Say it with me- 'hue-go, ma-tee-as, row-hass'."
Hugo Matías Rojas

NICKNAME(S):
Hugh; Oogo (As per his mother’s pronunciation); Peter Pan

DATE OF BIRTH:
10.2.98

AGE:
Seventeen ; Junior Year (11th)

GODLY PARENT:
“Gods know where my old man is right now.”
Hermes; Greek God of Trade, Eloquence and Messenger of the Gods

GENDER:
Male

SEXUALITY:
Bisexual

ETHNICITY:
100% Colombian

DIALOGUE OR THOUGHT COLOR:
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PERSONALITY:
{ mischievous | sarcastic | friendly | flirtatious | cunning
clever | open | nosey | easy-going | optimistic | charismatic
adventurous | curious | energetic | boyish | unpredictable }
As a child, Hugo got into plenty of trouble, being the mischievous and slippery kid that he was. If he earned a dime every time he has his mother exclaiming 'Hugo Matías Rojas!' as she yanked at his ear while he cackled to himself, he would surely be a millionaire. They could never find enough evidence to label him guilty for swiping strawberry tarts from his neighbor’s windowsill or putting toads in his roommate’s bed. Hugo would appear too innocent, with his so-called unsuspecting big brown eyes round and his hands clasped firmly behind his back. Despite having grown older, Hugo still retains his status as the mischievous troublemaker that never gets caught. If you see him eyeing you with that glint of playfulness in his eyes, definitely be weary.

One of his more redeeming traits is his ability to be charismatic and charming, which really goes hand in hand with his way of getting out of things. Back in New Mexico, he was quite the little charmer towards all of the neighborhood abuelitas and in return he’d get homemade pastries and hot snacks or a craft or two, such as a throw blanket, that they’d been working on. Hugo is generally a friendly guy. He seems to always have this big, bright, blinding smile on his face and carries himself with such openness that draws people to him. However, his ‘boyish charm’ can also be thought of as childishness and his ‘eagerness to befriend others’ can be seen as him being pushy and overbearing. Every so often someone with an incompatible personality will butt heads with him.

Humor and laughter has been an ever constant factor of Hugo’s life. At times where life just seemed impossible, plagued with responsibilities, promises that were broken, or just plain ol’ misfortune, the best way for Hugo to cope was laughing. He tries to be funny and sarcasm is definitely one of his most powerful weapons, but sometimes all it takes is one slip of the tongue and he's landed himself in hot water. His sarcasm works for some and not for all.

He may not be the son of Aphrodite, but Hugo is a natural flirt. He’s not one of those cheesy, overbearing guys- he knows that women and men alike all have their preferences. Male or female, Hugo will try and flirt with someone if they show even the slightest bit of interest. His fluent Spanish has landed him several dates in the past. On the other hand, if he’s genuinely attracted to another, Hugo will take extra care to woo them.


LIKES:
✔ Making others laugh ; Who doesn't like being the funny guy?
✔ Being in the loop with the latest news ; What more can you expect from the son of the messenger god? Hugo is always listening in.
✔ Pranking ; And he rarely ever gets caught.
✔ Being connected with others ; A sense of belonging and kinship is something he loves.
✔ Spanish soap operas ; He watched a lot of 80s Spanish soap operas during his childhood days with his mom. Although he probably wouldn't admit it, he loves them.


DISLIKES:
✖ Classists ; Being of the lowest class in society, living in the slums as a teenager, Hugo has seen more than enough high-class posh pricks spit their way.
✖ Being confined ; The feeling of being free is something that Hugo relishes. He's never enjoyed staying inside of an enclosed place for long.
✖ Rainy days ; They're just mood killers, plain and simple.
✖ Bland food ; With a Colombian mother living in a Mexican household? Spices everywhere.
✖ Feeling marginalized ; It's just a terrible thing to do to anybody, really.


FEARS:
☠ Enclosed spaces; Hugo is quite claustrophobic and is terrified by any sort of small, enclosed places. It's his biggest nightmare to be suffocated to death.
☠ Losing his mother; Being the most important person in his life, he'd be destroyed if he ever lost her.
☠ Finding himself alone; Hugo strives to be with other people. He needs to have a constant presence of people he knows and cares about to center himself.



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H E I G H T:
"If it wasn't for dad, I swear I'd be five foot nothing like my mom."

Six foot one

W E I G H T:
"And you want to know this why?"

One hundred and sixty-six pounds

E Y E C O L O R:

Dark chocolate brown

B O D Y T Y P E:

Hugo has a ‘runner’s build’ with long, willowy limbs and a slender stature. While he most definitely isn’t bulked with muscle, his arms, legs, and abdominal are toned with slightly muscle.

D I S T I N G U I S H I N G M A R K S:

He’s always prided himself on the mop of chocolate brown curls he has for hair, giving him that sort of puppy-dog appeal, paired with the tanned hue of his skin. His eyebrows are less curved and more flat, but they’re expressive and allow pretty much anyone to read him like an open book. Also, Hugo has a rather prominent nose, the slight beak-like shape adds to the form of his features.




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FAMILY::

Gabriela Rojas; Mother ; Hugo has an extremely close relationship with his mother, her being his biggest inspiration in life, aside from parent and caretaker. For the longest time it was the two of them against the world. Hugo doesn’t have more respect for anyone else in the world.
Christopher Newman; Potential Stepfather; Chris is ultimately Hugo's mother's boyfriend. The pair met when Hugo was fifteen and quickly fell in love. Chris is a divorcee with a lot of money to spend on his new girlfriend. Hugo and Chris have an awkward relationship, but Hugo likes the man all the same and believes that his mother deserves some happiness.


RELATIONSHIP WITH GODLY PARENT:

Unlike some, Hugo has retained some form of relationship with his Godly parent, Hermes. After finding out who he was, Hugo was determined to get to know him, which was hard, seeing as Hermes is, in fact, the messenger God and had zero time to be playing with his illegitimate son. Funny thing is that he and his Godly parent have a relationship based on what seems to be friendly rivalry. Hugo likes pushing his old man’s buttons whenever he sees him, but doesn’t particularly dislike him. This seems to go both ways.


BIOGRAPHY:

Hugo doesn't remember much of his birthplace Palmira, Columbia, just as he should, as he was still a child when his mother relocated to New Mexico in the United States. Although his mother tells him that they moved to acquire a higher standard of living in America, Hugo suspects that she just couldn't bear the thought of being a single mother in Columbia and receiving the harsh criticism in such a judgemental Christian society. Hugo knows that his mother's family turned her away after the discovery of Hugo and other than is aunt María Paula, who secretly emails the two of them, Gabriela Rojas was on her own. Hugo know that he's not exactly liked by everyone, but yeesh, tough crowd.

For a long time he wondered what kind of man would ever do such a despicable thing to a woman like his mother and resented the unknown for a time. How could he leave a beautiful, hardworking woman behind with their unborn child? Was the concept of honor so hard to comprehend these days? Who gave him the right to do such a thing? His mother, on the other hand, coaxed him out of resentment, getting all starry-eyed as she recalled her handsome once-lover and told him let let it go. She was happy, she had told him, and the man gave her her most treasured thing in the whole wide world- Hugo. At a young age, Hugo could accept that and tried not to upset his mother any further with his bitter words of spite against his dad.

In New Mexico, life was as one would expect it to be for the son of a Hispanic immigrant woman. He and his mother lived together in the Hispanic slums of a city in New Mexico, sharing their house with two other families. Hugo had a happy childhood with his faux siblings and "aunts" and "uncles", despite having to all share one bathroom. His mother picked up a job in a hotel as a maid and sold handmade crafts on the side to help pay for rent. When they couldn't pay their share, well-

Hugo had the worst case of sticky fingers as a preteen. At ten years old, he could swipe watches right off of people's wrists as they walked by him in the busy streets and he slid cell phones out of pockets while waiting in line ups. He didn't feel bad when he reached inside purses and backpacks that people would leave unattended on the ground and pulled out the cash from their wallets. Then, he'd head over to one of the many less-than-reputable pawn shops in his area and pawn them off. He'd keep the nicest things for himself. When it was time to pay up, his mother would pay what she had, hoping the landlord would pardon them one more time. While his other went on and on about the kindness of the landlord, she had no idea that Hugo was handing the rest of the needed money off to him. To this day, Hugo can't break his sticky finger habit.

It was Hugo joined the elementary track team that he learned who his father really was. Hugo was always an athletic kid, running around the roads, even during all hours of the night like the street-rat he was. His mom really pushed him to join the track team. Poor they may have been, but she promised that she'd pay for the expenses if it was something he wanted to do and boy, did he really want to be a runner. Hugo really was an excellent runner- he could sprint the sixteen hundred meter without breaking a sweat and don’t even get him started on how many county-wide awards he’d won for the one hundred meter dash. However, it was somewhat of a complete mystery as to why Hugo was such a talented runner- this little Hispanic boy with so little training.

That is, until he met Hermes, who finally approached him after Hugo won gold in the state-wide competition.









FAVORITE POWER:
Hugo absolutely loves being able to clone himself. He mainly uses it to play childish pranks on people, but it definitely comes in handy.

MISCELLANEOUS:
Hugo's first language is Spanish, but he speaks English just as fluently. He also no longer participates in any form of track, given his advantage, but misses it greatly.

F A C E C L A I M:
Diego Boneta

P L A Y E R:
fivehours! Crystal.





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So begins...

Hugo Rojas's Story

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“These rumours are nothing but rumblings from malcontent lesser deities.” The voice is masculine, deep, and unquestionably authoritative. Though there are many impressive figures seated in the airy chamber, there is only one who radiates such imposing power; Zeus, King of the Gods and Ruler of Olympus. Seated in majesty, he has full command of the room and his audience, his piercing eyes meeting the steady gaze of one of his daughters as he continues his strong protest, “It is idle gossip, spread no doubt by some trickster with no better use for their time.” A flap of his hand conveys his disdain for the topic and his desire to see it ended, yet his wish is unlikely to be heard. Though Zeus reigns supreme, eleven other voices may offer their own thoughts of such matters.

“Father, I do not think it is wise to ignore the omens.” The steady voice of Athena advises, her arresting grey eyes displaying a clear intelligence that should warn any not to take her cautions lightly. “There are more than rumours to act as evidence. We must be cautious with how quickly we dismiss them”

Zeus looks rebellious, as if he might still refuse to heed the Goddess of Wisdom’s words. Yet, before he can voice his disapproval another figure steps forward. Light catches on his golden hair, creating a halo around the god’s head, and leaving none questioning what aspect this deity holds sway. “My prophets have been making strange predictions of late.” Apollo announces, glancing from his father to the other Olympians gathered, “They speak of chaos shifting in the shadows and dark times to come.”

“When do they not speak of such tidings?” Came Zeus’ reply, his tone glib as he waves away Apollo’s warning. Small bolts of lightning can be seen playing around the god’s hands, proof that his irritation is mounting. Yet, that does not stop others from voicing their dissent at his attitude. Artemis, resplendent in a personalised hunting chlamys, steps forward after her brother.

“My hunts have been off. Something is making the animals flighty.” She says, determined eyes on her father. “The nature spirits too can feel that something is wrong, though they know not what.” Across from the Goddess of the Hunt, Dionysus, lounging on his throne with a goblet of wine in his hands grunts his agreement, though he merely takes a sip of his drink rather than add his voice to the growing crowd.

Despite the evidence piled at his feet, Zeus still seems hesitant to accept that there might be trouble brewing. He has ruled from Olympus for centuries, content in the certainty that none could challenge him. To entertain such rumours would undermine the power he holds. His famous stubbornness, inherited by many of his illegitimate children, flares as he contemplates accepting what has so plainly been lain at his feet. Yet, he is not stupid either, and it is the weight of the next speaker that finally sees Zeus relent.

“I would not disregard these warnings, brother. There have been whispers in the seas, and I fear more than one ancient beast stirs in their confines.” Poseidon’s gruff voice speaks truthfully, and with such counsels Zeus sees no other option but to give in to the demands of his divine family.

“Fine, check the chains. Check that the lesser gods are not questioning their loyalty, but do so quietly. I would not wish to create more trouble should these whispers turn out to be nothing but lies.” Zeus’ eyes sweep across the hall, taking in the other Olympians gathered. Hades is the only one absent, yet it is to the deepest pits of Hell that all their minds turned, “Tartarus has never been breached before, yet should its bars be weakened, Apollo’s prophets might finally have their doom and destruction.”

Zeus words reverberate in the columned chamber, the only noise in the room as a temporary shadow descends on those gathered at the very mention of ‘Tartarus’. Seconds pass as minutes, time in the Halls of the Gods taking on a life of its own as the thought of what might come hangs over them all. The first to break the silence is not Zeus, but the kind voice of Demeter.

“What of Eupheus?” She asks while a sprouting vine curls slowly up her arm.

“Yes, yes. Send someone down there with word. They should know if this nonsense comes to fruition.” Zeus sighs with a casual wave of his hand, obviously done with the conversation. All eyes turn to Hermes, who gives a bright smile as he pushes himself to his feet.

“I guess that’s my cue.” He says with a smirk, golden wings sprouting from the leather sandals that decorate his feet. “As the Mortals say these days, don’t wait up.” Hermes adds with a teasing salute, before he’s gone in the blink of an eye.



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Far below, mountains, plains, and seas pass by in the blink of an eye. Hermes, the Messenger of the Gods, deity of travellers, sports, trade, and thieves (to name a few), should be fast, it is what he was born to do. Faster than the wind, faster than any fictional superhero, and faster than the quickest man-made airplane, Hermes zips across the skies at a break neck speed. He crosses the English Channel mere seconds after giving his farewells to his brethren, flying over bustling cities, lush, green countryside, and twisting roads that begin to disappear as he reaches the isolated corner of Wales where the children of the Gods learn.

The closest village is a twenty minute drive through winding roads and overhanging trees. Argoed is small, yet it is the frequent destination of the older Eupheus students when they wish to take a day trip out of the boarding school, a privilege given only to the older students provided they stay in the teachers’ good books. All the basic amenities can be found within the town’s small limits; a café, intimate restaurant, post shop, small supermarket, and even a tiny cinema that runs on weekends. More than the basic shops, the town plays home to a large community of mature demi-gods, ex-students of Eupheus who wish to live amongst their own where they aren't forced to hide their inherited powers from prying neighbours. The town itself is pretty, with an odd combination of Ancient Greek architecture and quaint thatched rooves. At first glance it looks very much like any other village one might drive through in the United Kingdom, until you notice the town square boarded by Greek Doric columns or the modest temple set off the main road which houses statues of the Greek gods.

But it is not the village which holds Hermes’ interest this day, instead it is the school. Sitting on the edge of a pristine lake, Eupheus gleams in the early morning sun. Its grounds are extensive and dotted with facilities that one would both expect and not expect to find at a private boarding school. A boat shed stands on the banks of the lake beside a small jetty, further around and up on a small cliff stand the stables, which house Pegasi rather than normal horses. The main body of the school stands in a large clearing just back from the lake, with dormitories to one side and the classrooms to the other. A dining hall and large kitchen, open-air amphitheatre, indoor pool and training facilities for physical and powers training can be found just behind these buildings, their architecture a mixture of modern sleek, Victorian grandeur, and ancient Greek openness. Many of the buildings are connected by stoas, covered walkways with Doric columns lining the sides. Statues large and small can be found around the school grounds of the gods and goddesses that rule from Olympus, as well as plaques bearing the names of famous demi-gods whose stories are still told today by mortals and demi-gods alike.

As Hermes rushes towards the school he’s aware as always of the presence of his own children, though for now he does not deviate from his mission. Rather than stop to see what pranks his offspring have dreamed up for the start of the year, he directs his flight towards the council room where he senses he will find the recipients for his message. A large room welcomes him, a circular table taking pride of place in the middle while the dozen teachers who make up the ruling board of the school gather around its edge. They stand as he comes to a stop by the door, his appearance to their eyes no doubt looking as if he stepped out of mid-air.

“My lord Hermes,” one teacher says, his tone respectful as ever. The dark skinned man isn’t one of Hermes’ children, though the God recognises him as Hephaestus’ spawn and the teacher of the Rustic powers, Ciao Kywaku. “To what do we owe this hon-…” He begins to say, before Hermes waves away the formalities.

“No time for that. I have to run.” Hermes interrupts as he pulls an old scroll from a bag that magically appears at his side, “Message from the top.”

The twelve shift as they watch Hermes handing the message to Ciao, their interest piqued instantly. Though the gods' own children attend Eupheus, it’s not always common to receive such messages from Olympus. As Hermes is handing over the missive more scrolls magically appear in his bag, glowing a warm golden hue as each new scroll joins the collection already there. At least five have appeared in such a fashion in the time that Hermes has been with them and the god responds to the extra work with a light, “Never a moment’s rest.” Rather than staying to expand on whatever might or might not be contained in the message, Hermes takes his leave, duty calling him away. With a wink at his son, Lawrence, Hermes departs, leaving as abruptly as he arrived and causing more than a few papers to flutter in his wake.

Only after the god has left does the council return to their seats, all eyes on Ciao as he breaks the seal on the scroll and carefully unrolls it. In his deep, South African accent he conveys the message sent from the gods, his tone growing worried as words such as ‘Tartarus’ and ‘titans’ appear. Finally Ciao reaches the end of the message and places the scroll tentatively on the table, his intelligent eyes looking up to meet the gazes of his colleagues. There is a moment of silence as around the table the teachers shift, absorbing all the implications of what this could mean for the school. Lawrence Stone gives a sigh, sitting back in his chair and racing both hands through his hair, while Dale Cooper, son of Zeus and the sky instructor breaks the silence by giving a nervous whistle. Leda Cooper, Dale’s wife and daughter of Asclepius takes his hand and addresses the rest of the council,

“If these warnings prove truthful we will need to protect the children somehow.”

Across the table heads nod, though voices join Leda’s to raise concern over how to protect their charges against whatever enemies the titans may conjure up. They all realise that should these rumours turn out to be truths, the children they’re to teach could very well be the pivotal pieces of the war, or sadly the pawns with which the gods move and sacrifice as they see fit. The last option is not one any of them likes to contemplate, but there is no avoiding what may likely happen.

“If it comes to war they will have to fight.” Alkippe remarks. The Centauride is wise, her advice and insight valued by everyone on the council.

“Many of the children can’t fight.” August, half satyr and half wood nymph, protests.

“They will all have to contribute to the effort.” Alkippe responds before turning to the Amazon beside her as Andronika leans forward to speak,

“August is correct though, many of the children would be unprepared for a battle.” She says as her strong gaze glides around the table, “We will need to begin preparing them properly, increasing their power and physical training, working on defences, and so forth.”

“Hold on, hold on.” Dale protests in his distinctive southern drawl, “We don’t even know if the titans are waking and we’re already planning on putting the kids through military boot camp? They’re kids, damnit, not marines.”

Silent thus far and sitting quietly to the side, Lysandros has merely been watching the debate. As the son of a titan his loyalty has been questioned more than once, though his connections also make him a valuable source of information regarding the primal immortals. It is now that he speaks up, his soft voice carrying easily. “If the titans break from Tartarus, it will take everything the gods have to put them back. That includes their children fighting for them.” His words hang heavily in the air and there as a pause as he lets them sink in before directing his next words at Dale, “Would you rather prepare the children and give them a fighting chance, or have them outmatched should war break out?”

The logic of the statement is not lost on any of them and it is decided that training will increase, though, before the council is dismissed Ciao rises his voice again, “Do we tell the students of what might come?”

“No, we do not want to cause panic.” Comes his answer from Alkippe, “We will keep them safe in ignorance for as long as possible, and hope that our worries will come to nothing.”

With subdued minds the council is closed, and the teachers head towards the dining hall where the students are due to gather. Orientation day, the first day back at Eupheus, is meant to be a happy time; a day to look forward to the year to come. Yet, with such ominous tidings to start the year, many teachers are already questioning just what there is to look forward to.

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One of the many perks that comes with being the daughter of Dionysus is that hangovers are virtually non-existent. A night of uninhibited drinking leaves no further consequences than the normal sleep exhaustion that comes with late nights out. This morning is one such dawn where Isabel can thank her inherited gifts for leaving her head blissfully painless where others would be suffering from the worst kind of hangover, though you’ll never hear her giving any such concession to dearest Daddy. To put it simply, Izzy has a few daddy issues that have yet to be resolved.

However, this morning it wasn’t her father that was earning her ire, but the bright rays of sunlight seeping through a slit in her curtains. Hazel eyes flutter open, squinting into the blinding light as a soft groan escapes her lips. While she was all but immune to the effects of alcohol, she was not immune to sleep deprivation, and coming in at four am that morning meant that she was running low. Surprisingly, the previous night did not find Izzy throwing back shots of lethal alcohol and dancing with the masses, rather she was sitting on various forms of transport – airplanes and cars – as she made her way from Australia to Wales. A mixture of jet lag and lack of sleep (Izzy didn’t sleep well on airplanes) left her now seeking to retreat once again into the comfort of her dreams.

Only it is all but impossible to escape from the golden morning’s rays, as they seemed to flood into her room regardless of the sleep she still wanted to enjoy. It is times like these where Izzy almost envied Apollo's children's ability to bend light with such ease. All she can do is create alcohol and drive people insane. With a snort of laughter Isabel pulls a blanket over her face. Who was she kidding, she loved her powers. Who else could turn someone irritating them into an inanimate object? Who else could create enough alcoholic liquid to fuel a never-ending party?

It’s only then that Izzy hears the quiet giggle that tells her she’s not alone. She pulls her blankets down slowly, turning in the bed to come face to face with a vibrant bunch of sunflowers and a pair of wide eyes of a much paler hazel hue to her own. The bouquet of flowers shivers as another giggle escapes from the mouth belonging to the wide eyes, and despite her sleep deprivation Izzy feels a smile of her own tugging on her lips.

"Good morning, Abi." Izzy murmurs, her smile turning into a grin as Abilene's face slowly rises above the sunflowers. Had it been anyone else waking her up at this early hour, they would have received a scowl and a few selective words. Yet, Abi is the exception, her presence earning only a fond groan as Izzy pushes herself up on her elbows. "Are those for me?" Izzy asks as she covers a yawn.

Abi nods, pushing the bushel of happy flowers towards Isabel. "They're happy flowers to make sure you have a nice first day." She explains brightly, grinning as Izzy takes the flowers.

"They're beautiful, Abi." Izzy replies, smiling fondly at her dorm mate.

Abi leans in with another giggle, bringing her face up to Izzy’s as she wiggles her nose against Isabel’s in their customary greeting. Abi only stops after Izzy starts laughing, swaying back with a final giggle.

"Are you coming to breakfast?” Abi asks, bouncing slightly on the spot. Izzy huffs a laugh, watching fondly as Abilene waits for her answer. Despite being the younger of the two, it is often Izzy that acts as the older pseudo-sister, looking out for Abi when Colin isn’t around. For all that Abi was hardly the dorm mate Izzy had expected when she first arrived at Eupheus, Izzy couldn’t a world where she wasn’t greeted in the morning by bunches of flowers and Abi’s happy face.

"I am. Give me twenty minutes to shower and dress and we can go down.” Izzy replies, not wanting to disappoint Abi by taking any longer to get up. Abi is clearly excited to get down to breakfast, not least because it will mean being able to see her friends. With a skip in her step Demeter’s daughter leaves the room, the soft smell of fresh flowers floating after her.

After her departure, Izzy stretches across her bed to place the sunflowers in a half full glass of water, promising herself that she’ll move them to a proper vase later in the day. With that done Izzy takes a moment to sink back into bed. It is only for a second though, for thoughts of friends and that night’s party quickly see renewed energy buzzing through her body. If she has anything to do with is – and she does given that Izzy is the one organising it – the party will be the party to really kick off the school year. In her opinion there is no better way to welcome everybody back to Eupheus than by helping her peers loosen up a bit. Izzy will make sure that all the regulars are there, and hopefully initiate some of the newer students too. A devilish smile spreads across her face as she begins scheming the ‘initiation’ for the new students, wondering idly if she could get away with putting some of the older students through it again too. She will have to see how the night plays out, though Izzy is determined to have everyone on the dance floor by the end of the night, and anyone who attempts to halt the flow of the event would quickly find themselves spending the night as a pencil or chair. Alcohol will flow, music will play, and if only one person is passed out by the end of the night than she is losing her touch.

With these happy thoughts Izzy pushes the layer of blankets away, stretching out her long limbs as she rolls out of bed. With a half-hidden yawn Izzy runs a hand through her hair, letting her feet pad into her small bathroom and turning on the shower while she strips down. Ten minutes later Izzy steps out, feeling refreshed and smelling faintly of strawberries and honey. With her towel wrapped around her frame Isabel glides back into her room, opening her laptop and pressing play on her playlist. As the beat grows the girl throws open her suitcase, searching through the layers of clothes for an outfit for the day. By the time she has picked out something she’s happy with there are clothes strewn across her room and shoes laying haphazardly on the other available surfaces. Izzy barely notices, she’ll clean it up later. For now, she has an eager dorm mate to escort to breakfast, so dressed, with a layer of make-up applied, and her hair adequately styled Izzy leaves her room.

Abi bounces up from the couch as Izzy emerges, jumping forward to link arms with the taller girl as they make their way towards the door. "You smell nice Izzy-bee, like honey.” Abi remarks, giggling as Izzy makes a buzzing sound in response. Out in the corridor the two set their legs towards the dining hall, trading gossip as they tread the familiar path.

"Are you coming to the party tonight, Abi?” Izzy inquires as they pass through one of the covered walkways, "I’m planning on having it in the big clearing down by the lake.”

"The clearing with the singing trees?” Abi asks, wide-eyed and grinning in excitement as Izzy – while not entirely sure what the singing trees are – nods nonetheless. "Oh, they’ll love having a party.” Abi mumbles, to which Izzy can only nod. Where others might raise a questioning brow, Izzy has long since come to accept Abilene’s many quirks.

"That reminds me, I need help doing some heavy lifting.” Izzy says, talking as much to Abi as to herself. With the hand not twined around Abi’s arm, Izzy pulls her cellphone from her jean pocket and unlocks it with a swipe of her thumb. She taps into the messages and pulls up a new text, only stopping when Abi leans into her.

"I’ll help with the flowers.” Abi announces happily, which earns her a fond smile from the Australian.

"I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Izzy replies, giving Abi’s arm a thankful squeeze. "What do you think the singing trees would like?”

The serious expression that crosses Abi’s face at the question is endearing, her brow wrinkling slightly as she gives it proper thought. “Probably some lilacs, or dahlias.” Abi replies with a content nod, “Something purple I feel.”

"Purple is a good colour.” Izzy agrees, quickly beginning to type up a text so that she may devote her attention once more to the sunflower at her side.

    To Colin, Hugo, Teddy, Beau, …
    Boys, welcome back party tonight. Free shots all night if you help me set up.
    Shirts are optional and highly discouraged.
    Xoxox, your fav
    Iz

With the texts sent to her closest male friends and a few newer friends that she just wants to see topless, Izzy is about to slide her phone back away when Abi appears to spy one of the recipients.

“Was that to Collie?” Abi asks, glancing from the cellphone screen to Izzy’s eyes, “Can you send him a message for me?”

“Lost your phone again?” Izzy inquires with a little smile, well aware of Abi’s habit of losing her phone while gardening. When Abi nods, Izzy gives a small laugh before handing the cellphone over to Abi so that she may write out a text message to her best friend.

    To Colin,
    Collie! It’s me, Abi! : ) Izzy-bee is letting me use her phone.
    Meet me at the entrance to the hall? I’VE MISSED YOU!!!!
    Hugs & kisses & flower crowns
    Love you, ABI : ) :P :D

With the message sent, Abi gives Izzy back her phone with a happy laugh, physically bouncing with each step as they turn towards the dining hall. Izzy smiles at Abi’s clear happiness before slipping her phone away. Up ahead the entrance doors to the dining hall stand wide open as students arrive to indulge in breakfast. Though many students prefer having breakfast in their dorms for most of the year, the first day often sees everyone gathered in the dining hall. Not only is there an excellent spread of food as incentive, but orientation day officially begins with a few announcements from the teachers after breakfast. Not to mention there’s the added advantage of being able to see all their friends.

While Abi has promised to wait for Colin by the entrance, Izzy can already spy several handsome faces inside, waving her over to sit with them. As much as she enjoys spending time with Colin, Izzy knows she’ll get to see the redhead later. So, with a squeeze goodbye, Izzy farewells Abi and heads inside. Abi, hoping that Colin received her message, stands to the side of the entrance, constantly bouncing on the balls of her feet in an attempt to look over the heads of her peers in search of the one face she wants to see over all others.

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That morning isn’t the first time that Dmitri Volkov walked through Priya’s dreams and she doubts that it will be the last. His words had been indecipherable, a confusing blend of Russian sounds and dreaming gibberish. Yet, though she couldn’t understand him, Priya had been content in merely having him beside her as they wandered through the ever-changing landscape of her dream world. You would think with how often he graced her mind’s subconscious fantasies that the Russian is a son of Hypnos rather than Ares. Though perhaps it has more to do with Priya’s unrequited crush on the older boy than anything else.

The girl has been in love with Dmitri for almost a year now, her feelings starting around the same time Ares’ son began visiting Chihiro in her and Priya’s shared dormitory. He’s older, tall, strong, cute, and under all that intimidating silence, she’s sure he has a heart of gold. She’s definitely seen glimpses of it in his interactions with Chi, not to mention various endearing stories told by Chihiro too. Certainly, a few of her good friends have questioned her sanity in pursuing Dmitri – if moping over how hot he is can be called pursuing – but she’s resolute in her certainty that he is perfect, and no amount of badgering by a few sons of Hermes could convince her otherwise. Though, those same sons of Hermes do have the potential to pull her from her pleasant dream of Russian accents and dreamy dark, hazel eyes.

The sound of a jarring alarm crashes through her fantasies, pulling the daughter of Hephaestus from her dreams and back into reality. If it had been the normal, tinny ’Beep! Beep!’ of an electric alarm clock Priya might never have known that it is one of the tricksters responsible for waking her that morning. But it isn’t. What pulls Priya Aiken from her happy dreams is the loud, obnoxious sound of Rick Astley belting out his well-known hit ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’. A loud groan escapes her lips as the girl attempts to pull a pillow over her head to block the noise, but that only works for a moment before the sound volume increases another notch.

“Theodore. Bloody. Fawkes.” Priya growls into the mattress, slowly pushing herself out of bed as she curses the trickster. It is a mere guess that the prank is Teddy’s rather than Hugo’s, based purely on the fact that Teddy usually pulls the more annoying, immature jokes. This certainly qualifies as annoying and immature, and Priya is already scheming up various ploys to get her friend back. First things first though, she has to find the source of the noise and destroy it. Rubbing sleep out of her eyes Priya’s feet touch the carpeted floor and she pushes herself towards a pile of books she had left in her room before the holidays. Shifting the books aside reveals a small alarm with a timer reading the time two minutes ago when it was set to go off. This little device is the source of the noise, an innocent alarm clock turned devil's toy at the hands of Teddy Fawkes. Though thank the gods for an off switch. With a sigh of relief Priya taps the ‘off’ button…

Boom!

An explosion of multi-coloured glitter rains down on the girl, having spurted from the time bomb as soon as Priya touched the ‘off’ button. As the plastic glitter lands in her hair, on her face, shoulder, and arms, Priya can only think of one name to cry in clear displeasure, “TEDDY!” The words are shrill and exasperated from her lips, with glitter falling into her mouth a moment later. Spitting the confetti out Priya scowls her way to the bathroom, trailing glitter in her wake and hoping a hot shower will wash away the sparkles now decorating her hair. There's little doubt in her mind now that this is the work of her ‘Indian brother’. He’s used a glitter bomb on her before. That’s the thing with having two sons of Hermes as pseudo-brothers, they’re forever pulling pranks and telling terrible jokes. Teddy’s puns in particular are painful and Priya pities whoever ends up with him as their significant other because they will have to put up with many, many horrifyingly bad jokes.

Twenty minutes pass and Priya finds herself dressed in clothes for the day, relatively glitter free. No doubt there's still a slight dusting of glitter in her hair - glitter is hell to get out - but there's significantly less stuck to her now. Not so the floor of her room. Sighing at the pile of glitter decorating her carpet, Priya makes a mental note to pick up the vacuum and deal to the mess later. For now, she's decided that waking up one of her pseudo-brothers will be the surest way to improve her mood. Which 'brother' is a good question. Though Priya would dearly love to get back at Teddy by waking him early, she quickly decides that Teddy's greeting and therefore gift presentation can wait. Call it her subtle way of starting to pay him back. For that reason Priya picks up the gift she constructed for Hugo over the holidays, carefully places it into her book bag, and exits her bedroom.

There's no sign of Chihiro in their shared dormitory spaces, and a quick glance across to the Japanese girl's room reveals her door open and her bedroom empty. Chihiro's gift is still sitting safely on Priya's desk, hidden in a small gift bag. She'll have to give her dorm mate the present at another time. For now it's Hugo she's off to see, and with determined steps Priya begins the well traversed journey towards his dormitory. When she gets there it comes as little surprise to the English girl that no one answers her knock. This early in the morning she suspects that Hugo will still be sleeping. Scott, Hugo's quiet dorm mate, is apparently still sleeping too or else out. While this might be a problem for others and cause to give up, it's only a slight delay for Priya. A quick search through her bag allows Hephaestus' daughter to pull out her key ring, on which hangs her own dormitory key and Hugo's.

"Hugo, estoy aqui!" Priya calls softly as the key turns in the lock, revealing the two males' dormitory. Stashing the keys back in her bag, Priya steps inside and closes the door behind her. Hugo's door stands firmly shut across the way, with not a sound bar the occasional rustle of sheets emanating from within. Priya's fairly certain in her assumption that he's sleeping. A few quick steps sees the girl to his bedroom door, where her knuckles rap quietly on the wood before pushing it open with another call of his name.

Standing in the door frame, Priya takes a moment to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. She isn't surprised to find that the room is already slightly messy, though her pseudo-brother has only been here a night. Of course, she herself can hardly talk given the state of her own workbench a mere five minutes after she'd arrived yesterday. Priya liked to refer to it as 'disordered order'. She knows where everything is, and that's really all that matters. As for Hugo, she knows exactly where to find him, still half-asleep, curled beneath the blankets of his bed. This is no time for subtly, nor in easing her friend gently awake. Instead, placing her bag safely by the side of the door, Priya decides on the direct approach.

"Hugo! Wake up, it's morning. I'm here, and since I'm wonderful you have to get up and talk to me." As she speaks the girl jumps onto the end of his bed, enough to shake the mattress and hopefully stir the slumbering young man, "Mi marido me dejó!" She adds in poorly accented Spanish - Priya learns all her Spanish from the old Spanish soap operas she watches with Hugo - as she gives the bed another jiggle. There's little more than a mumbled groan in reply, if that, and severally unsatisfied, Priya realises there's only one further route to take. She must jump on him.

“Wake up, you ass.” She demands, her knees jiggling the bed as a last, final warning. She pauses to give Hugo a few seconds to pull himself out of the world of slumber, and perhaps, eventually he might have removed the covers himself and offered Priya a smile. Yet, she would never know, for the girl's impatience wouldn't let her wait for the trickster to open his eyes. Instead, with a wide, mischievous grin, Priya decides that it is time to carry out her plan.

"You have three seconds Hugo, and then I'm going to body slam you awake." Priya warns, her voice only wavering as she tries to hold back a laugh. There's a wicked smile stretched across her face as she eyes the prone figure beneath the blankets and she gives the bed another shake. "Uno!" She counts in Spanish, the grin on her face clear in the tone of her voice. Her body shifts as she prepares herself for the attack, legs coiled and ready to spring. "Dos..." There's the smallest of pauses as she gives Hugo his last chance to save himself before, with a laugh, "Three!"

“Maranē kē li'ē taiyāra” The dramatic Hindi phrase, ’prepare to die’, sounds like something from a Bollywood movie. The sentence is followed by another giggle as the daughter of Hephaestus propels herself across the bed, arms spread wide as she falls onto her dear friend, Priya's small body doing its best to imitate a giant sumo wrestler.