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Kal Min-Su

"Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known."

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a character in “Gods and Monsters: Olympus Has Fallen”, as played by partially-stars

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FULL NAME:
Kal Min-Su

NICKNAME:
Min

AGE:
18

HOMETOWN:
Seoul, South Korea

GODLY PARENT:
Hecate

GENDER:
Male

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:
Straight Questioning

ETHNICITY:
Korean

DOB:
13 August 2001

HEX CODE
#2f444b



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HEIGHT:
6’1”

WEIGHT:
147lb

APPEARANCE:
Min is apparently a chameleon, able to shift his look and his style with ease. He can pull off just about any style he wants. Influenced by his search for identity and trying to figure out who he is, he’s tried a range of looks. He’s tried pastel colours and oversized jumpers, he’s tried shirts and slacks, and he’s tried a more punk look. And none of them seem to stick. He’s terrified to make any permanent changes and such has no piercings or tattoos. He has a small birthmark on his left shoulder and no real scars of note.





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WITHDRAWN ❖ INTELLIGENT ❖ UNSURE
CONFIDENT ❖ DEFENSIVE ❖ LEVEL-HEADED

PERSONALITY

On the outside, it can seem like Min has his life together. He’s intelligent and capable, the type of person you want on your side in a crisis. It seems to take a lot to stress or fluster Min, and if he is stressed, he never seems to show it, only showing it in the smallest of ticks and habits. He’s got a calming presence and manages to keep other people grounded by his presence alone. The fact he doesn’t talk out of turn, doesn’t speak unless really required to, only seems to add to that.

This calm persona is entirely an act. Over the past few years, his life has been turned upside down repeatedly, over and over again, to the point he isn’t really sure who he is any more. He’s trying to figure that out, but it’s overwhelming. He doesn’t know where he stands or even who he is any more. He can’t even pin down an outer appearance right now. And for someone who lived most of his life so sure of what it would be like, of who he was, that’s terrifying. Everyone around him always seemed so sure of themselves, and he sees this uncertainty as a weakness, as something that can be exploited. And so he hides it. He gets defensive if anyone as much as questions him knowing who he is.

Before all this, Min was the person that he tries to be now. He was calm, level-headed, and relaxed, always taking the time to assess a situation before making any decisions. And aspects of that old Min shine through. Despite everything, his sense of humor has remained intact, and he’s often the one to laugh the hardest at any jokes, no matter how dumb they are. He’s got a sense of mischief and while he’s not usually the one to carry out the pranks or jokes, he’s more than happy to be a lookout or contribute somehow- assuming, that is, that his giggles don’t give him away.

BIOGRAPHY

Kal Kwan was an up and coming tech guru in Seoul when he met Hecate. She was entrancing and he was intelligent and witty. Their affair only lasted a handful of days, but a few months later, Kwan found a son on his doorstep. Kwan was young and single, with a promising career in front of him. Everyone expected him to give the kid up for adoption. But Kwan had also always wanted a family, and there was something in the baby’s face that made him unable to give him up.

Raising a kid and having a successful career wasn’t easy, but Kwan managed it. Min-Su didn’t see his dad all that much, but what he did see of him was packed with affection. The two of them were always moving around, moving from Seoul to Tokyo to Paris and, finally, when Min was 13, they settled in London. Min didn’t know much about his mom, and over the years, the story had changed enough that Min knew it was a lie. But no matter where they were in the world, her presents always seemed to find their way to him. Min never mentioned it to his dad, because it was something so precious to him. They were only ever small, tokens more than anything, but he cherished them dearly.

Because by the time they settled in Camden, Min was tired of only ever seeing his dad for a few hours in the evening, and always being second to his dad’s cell and his emails. And Min was starting to realise that he wasn’t like other kids. It started after he touched a dead butterfly and it sprung back to life, despite the fact it had clearly been dead only seconds before that. This was something he could apparently do at will, and something that he realised wasn’t normal. He couldn’t talk to his dad about it, and he certainly couldn’t talk to any of the nannies or au pairs.

So it was his secret for almost two years, even as it rapidly became more and more difficult to control. The tokens from his mom began to increase in frequency, almost as if she was trying to reassure him. And then, days before his sixteenth birthday, on a rare day when his father was home, Hecate arrived at their door to talk to Min. She explained what he was, who he was and told him of an academy where he could learn to use his abilities safely and where he could be like others. Kwan put up a fight, but Min insisted on going.

It was the first major upheaval. The second came when his father announced he had proposed to his girlfriend. The third was perhaps the most significant. Min had always thought he was straight. And then he met Percy. They were almost polar opposites but something just clicked between them, and they quickly became friends, and then best friends. Their relationship was always playful, with Percy being his usual flirty self and Min always laughed it off. And then one day, Min looked at his best friend and realised that he was feeling more than he’d ever felt for another guy before. The realization was the final straw. Min began to feel like his life was no longer in his own hands, like everything was spiralling out of control, as he realised he wasn’tt who he thought he was.




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      Min speaks English, Japanese, Korean, and French fluently (although his French is a little rusty), and has a tendency to switch back to Korean when he’s tired or injured. He plays with his hair when he’s tired. When he’s stressed, he bites his lips, tugs on his sleeves, and tucks his hair behind his ears more.

LIKES
    • reading outdoors
    • shakespeare
    • poetry
    • sweets
    • asian food, especially Japanese or Korean
    • big gentle dogs
    • open air markets

DISLIKES
    • small angry dogs
    • most flavors of chips
    • tight or itchy clothes
    • being sick
    • beetles
    • pretentious people
    • country music




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GRADE:
12th


TEAM ROLE:
Special

RELATIONSHIP WITH GODLY PARENT:
Hecate isn't particularly close to any of her children, and Min is no exception to that. He's always found his mother exceptionally hard to read, but unbeknownst to him, she's always kept a careful eye out for him, especially in the past few years.

HOBBIES:
Min is a bookworm at heart, usually found with a book of some kind on him, or at least within arm's reach. He also enjoys tabletop gaming and generally playing games of any sort with his friends.

AMBITIONS:
If he's being totally honest with himself, entering the Agon was a distraction, or maybe just another ill-fated attempt at figuring out who he is, who he's supposed to be. He really didn't think as far as to what would happen if he won. But the idea of getting some glory when he's been in the background his whole life is tempting.

FEARS:
Min is terrified of not figuring out who he is, of being caught in this uncertainty forever. He hates heights with a passion and will freeze up.

STRENGTHS
When most people think about Min's strengths, they generally think of his level-headed and calm nature. He keeps his head in a crisis, and that's beneficial. What surprises many is that he has excellent control over arcane magic, even for a child of Hecate. Defensive spells seem to be his strength, but he's able to hold his own when it comes to offensive magic. He’s also got a special aptitude for necromancy, but he doesn’t like to talk about that one as much, and tends to keep it to just bugs and butterflies.

WEAKNESSES
Never give Min any sort of weapon that requires aim, because it will end badly. It's only recently he's even managed to hit a target with a bow and arrow, let alone hit the bullseye or hit a moving target. Needing to focus on multiple things at once often results in him becoming easily overwhelmed and not being able to properly focus on any of them.




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REPUTATION:
Min's reputation is largely positive, if only for his level-headed and calm nature. He's unaware of any rumours at present, but lives in constant fear of them.

FAMILY:
For most of his life, it was just Min and his dad. They traveled too much to put down roots. But Min's had has recently gotten engaged, and Min's still trying to get his head around that.


MISCELLANEOUS:
N/A




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FACE CLAIM
Park Min-Hyuk

USERNAME
partially-stars

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Kal Min-Su's Story

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Character Portrait: Theodore Luvgoode Character Portrait: Reagan Devereux Character Portrait: Amelia May Character Portrait: Kal Min-Su Character Portrait: Elliot Mills
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xxxwe live in cities
xxxyou'll never see on screen
xxxnot very pretty but
xxxwe sure know how to run things

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The tiny sensible part of Amy’s brain said that maybe getting drunk the night before what was probably going to be the biggest few days of her life wasn’t exactly the best idea. But the burn of the vodka burnt away the anxiety she’d been feeling before she’d started drinking. God, was she crazy? She had to be crazy to get herself into this. She was good with a sword and she was strong and fast, but she wasn’t exceptional at any of them. Elliot had told them all they were ready, but he wasn’t going to tell them otherwise the day before the Agon. Maybe she should have waited another year.

Or maybe she just needed another drink. Yeah, she probably just needed another drink. Everyone around her seemed to be way drunker than she was. She was pretty sure she’d just seen someone streaking, which she desperately hoped was as the result of way, way too much alcohol. But some of the Dionysus kids were just that weird, so she didn't want to make assumptions as such. She was at least glad she hadn't overdone it with her outfit. She'd missed out on the neon paint but had made up for it with the sheer amount of highlighter she'd dusted over her face and legs.

As she reached the nearest bar, the selection of shots was almost overwhelming. There was a moment where she contemplated going and finding something a little more manageable, or maybe waiting until Reagan finally decided to show so they could at least make dumb decisions together. But another figure at the end of the bar caught Amy’s attention. She reached for the nearest shot and downed it, then downed another one practically without catching her breath. And then she grabbed some brightly colored neon drink and made her way down to Theo. She could feel the alcohol hitting already and she grinned.

“Hey, Teddy,” she called as she reached him, leaning on the bar beside him. “Good party, huh?”





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xxxthis dream isn't feeling sweet
xxxwe're reeling through the midnight streets
xxxand i've never felt so alone
xxxit feels so scary, getting old

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Back in Camden, Min hadn’t gone to many, if any, parties, and none of them were like this. The closest thing he’d experienced to a party was him and the two people he’d called friends playing some games together, all of them deciding they were going to rebellious and try a beer, and immediately deciding that they hated it. He’d never experienced anything like this, with the array of unnaturally coloured drinks and pulsing music and strobing lights. When he’d first arrived, things had felt so incredibly overwhelming that he’d considered turning around and just going home. But he’d been convinced to stay, and it had led to his current scenario.

He had lost Percy, for a start. Had he wandered off in search of a drink or had it been Min that had gotten lost? He wasn’t quite sure. And that was the second issue. For the first time in his life, Min was drunk. Considering he’d never drank more than a glass of champagne at a fancy event, he probably should have taken it a little easier than he had. But in his defense, he was about to enter an event where he could very well die or lose any of the handful of people he really cared about. God knows, he’d needed a distraction from that.

And, well, he hadn’t realised quite how strong the jello shots were.

He was, at least, aware enough to know that he needed to sit down. He was not, however, aware enough to know that he probably needed to drink something that didn’t contain copious amounts of spirits, and so had a glass of rum and coke in his hand. He told himself that it was, at least, better than shots.




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xxsay a prayer but let the good times roll
xxin case god doesn't show
xxand I want these words to make things right
xxbut it's the wrongs that make the words come to life

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It had been ten years since Elliot’s Agon, and the parties appeared to have only gotten bigger and bolder since then. His party had seemed wild at the time, but it was nothing compared to the rave that seemed to be going on across the lake. They deserved every minute of it, though. Everyone seemed to have been putting in that little bit more of an effort in his class over the past few weeks, eager to make themselves the best they could be in time for the Agon, and his team had been training like crazy over the past few weeks. Some of them had even been prepared to train tonight, but he’d told them to take the night off and just let themselves be dumb teenagers for a while.

That didn’t mean Elliot had been sitting around idly though. He had planned on taking the night off, maybe hitting up some of the bars. But instead, he’d spent the past few hours working with Reagan, making sure she was confident. She was more than capable, but he was mostly concerned about whether or not her emotions would get the better of her. So if some last minute training would help her feel more confident, he sure as hell wasn’t going to turn it down.

He raised an eyebrow as he caught sight of the light show going on at the party, laughing a little. “You know, back in my day, we at least tried to be subtle about this,” he teased lightly. “But I’ll pretend I know nothing about it.” He was pretty sure they were all much more sophisticated now. At his Pre-Agon Bash, at least one kid had drunk an entire bottle of wine and had to be carried home by a team of Zeus’ kids.

“I should probably leave you here, if I get any closer it’ll be harder to claim I had absolutely zero knowledge about this if anyone asks.” He pulled Reagan in for a quick hug. “Go on, go enjoy yourself. Do dumb teenager things. You’ll absolutely kill it tomorrow, don’t worry about it.”

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Character Portrait: Theodore Luvgoode Character Portrait: Lux Slade Character Portrait: Sebastian Rhodes Character Portrait: Reagan Devereux Character Portrait: Percival Reese Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Amelia May Character Portrait: Ali Hughes Character Portrait: Kal Min-Su Character Portrait: Wesley Tate Character Portrait: Elliot Mills
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Lux had zero intentions of going to the party. Instead she sat in her room, sitting Indian style on her desk chair as she poured through survival guides, trying to cram any useful last minute information in before the Agon. She had read the books dozens of times, sharpened and resharpened her blades, checked her bow, memorized every bit of Greek lore. Yet, she still felt unprepared. Like no matter how much she studied, memorized or trained, it wasn't going to be enough. So rather than get drunk the night before the Agon and risk a hangover, she stayed in. Plus, part of her, that wouldn't admit it, was trying to avoid certain situations... and people.

Then there as a knock on the door in the melody of some song. Yankee doodle? She didn't try to guess. Instead, Lux ignored it, hoping whomever it was would just leave. But the knocks just kept going and going for the better part of a minute. "Fine. Fine!" She stood up with a groan, kicking her chair out of the way.

When she opened the front door, she found Percy standing there, waiting impatiently. "You can't hide out in here all night."

"You know it's frowned upon in most societies to murder teletubbies," Lux replied as she pinched some of the faux fur of his jacket between her fingers. "What in the hell are you wearing?"

"What?" Percy asked, before giving a flourished twirl. "It's a rave."

"Right... Not a triple X sesame street audition."

Percy rolled his eyes, before he walked past Lux and into her room, beelining for her wardrobe. "Well, you're going. Even if I have to drag you there myself." He opened the doors and began sifting through her clothing. "Don't you have anything of color... or feminine?"

"No," Lux said plainly as she closed the door and returned to her desk.

"Well, luckily for you, I didn't come empty handed." Percy took a piece of clothing from under his ridiculous jacket and tossed it onto the table in front of her.

Lux's face twisted in disgust as she picked up one of the items between her thumb and index finger. "What the hell is this?"

"A skirt," he replied from halfway inside her wardrobe. "Oh, and fishnets."

"No. No!" She snatched up the offered clothes and shoved them into Percy's hand.

He refused to take them and pushed them back toward her. "You can't go in all black."

"Sure I can. Or... I can not go."

"I'm not taking no for an answer. This could be our last party," he said as he took her by her shoulders. "People die in the Agon, Lux."

"Ok, now you're being dramatic."

"You've heard the stories. You know there is a higher chance of us dying than winning. So, can you please, for one night, be a normal person and have fun." He softly shook her shoulders hoping it would shake some sense into her. Lux sighed but said nothing. It wasn't much, but it was enough for Percy to know he had already won. "Plus, it's the one night you can look like a lady before you kill everyone tomorrow." He grinned.

Lux laughed, rolling her eyes. "Fine!" She surrendered, snatching the clothes back from him. A groan escaped her lips as she looked them over. It was more color and less clothes than she had ever wore.

While she was distracted, Percy tossed a shirt into her arms. "Wear that."

"Wait what? This is an under shirt... You'll see my bra."

"That's the point... The other girls will be in less. And how else is a brooding individual supposed to notice you unless you show off a little of the goods." Percy pursed his lips while shimming his shoulders in a teasing manner.

"Shut up." Lux took the shirt for him and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. "But I'm wearing my combat boots," she called after him.

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They were almost there. The entire walk Lux kept adjusting the skirt, or crossing and then uncrossing her arms. "I feel... exposed," she grumbled looking down at her transparent top. Somehow she managed to leave her room with her combat boots and a beanie. A small victory, but she'd take it. If Percy had any say in the matter, she'd be wearing some ridiculous Lady Gaga type shoes that she could barely walk in. But the prospect of the party had him far too excited to fret over the details.

"After you, Elton John." Lux motioned her hand toward the entrance for him to go first. She agreed to the clothes, but there was no way in hell that she was walking in first. Maybe she'd be lucky enough and Percy would get distracted and she could make a run for it.

Percy walked through the door and instantly lit up like a neon Christmas tree. Even his pale ass chest was almost florescent in the light show. He looked ridiculous, and while less than half of the people there even dressed for a rave, he couldn't be bothered. This was the first party he's ever been to and he was living for it. "Min!" he shouted above the music when he saw his friend halfway across the room, no doubt gaining half of the attendant's attention.

Lux slunk in behind him, hoping that she was partly hidden behind her furry friend. But unfortunately, he stuck out like a sore thumb rather than blending in. She patted him on the shoulder to get his attention. "I'm getting a drink... Don't get too drunk. Your brain will be important tomorrow."

Percy returned to find Min already drunk with several empty jello shots around him. "Sorry, I had to get a party pooper out of—How many of these have you had?" He flicked away a couple of the empty plastic shots. "Well, since you're drunk and all..." He removed his ridiculous colorful sunglasses, then put them on his friend. He also quickly snagged a glowstick from a drunk blonde who wouldn't notice it's absence and put it around Min's forehead with his bandana.

"There," Percy concluded, while messing up Min's hair a little. "Now I'll be able to find you if you wonder off. And next party, I'm dressing you." He flashed his friend a playful wink.

Then his attention shifted back to the bartender as he slapped his hand on the counter. "Bartender! Your most ridiculously fruity and colorful alcoholic nonsense, please!"

On the other hand, Lux quickly slipped into the crowd hoping to disappear. She wiggled her way through people and made her way to the bar. But unlike everyone else around her, she simply grabbed a bottle of water, wanting to keep her mind as clear for the next day as possible.

As she went to leave, her gaze drifted down the bar until it met Wes who was lost in a sea of women. Lux didn't let her eyes linger there long before she quickly looked away and turned from the bar. She had no desire to hang around the numerous of already drunk teenagers who were trying to get one last lay in before the Agon. Instead she headed over to the lounge area and found a large plush chair that could easily fit two or three people.

With a sigh, she sat down on the chair and propped her feet up on the coffee able in front of her. Lux made a mental note to stay as long as her water lasted, then sneak out before anyone noticed her.




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The party was already bustling and it was barely dusk. Sebastian had no idea whose idea it was to make the theme a rave, and to be honest, he hadn't decided if he wanted to thank them. While the lights flashed so much it could make anyone epileptic, but on the other hand some daring women, not much but enough, decided to embrace the race culture by wearing clothes that barely passed for clothing. Neon or holographic lingerie, sequins and the occasion nipple pasty. What wasn't there to like? He didn't quite embrace it like some of the others but he made sure his outfit had enough color to pop just enough under the black lights.

Sebastian lost track of how many women in the surrounding hoard were there for him or Wes. Most likely him. After all, he was the most attractive guy at the Academy, if he did say so himself. He did have the benefit of his parentage working in his favor. Anyone born to Aphrodite was gifted with ungodly attractiveness and charm. And while he was the most desirable, that wasn't to discredit his best friend. The man had a reputation that nearly rivaled his own... nearly. He was certain some of the girls were there for him as well. He's known his fair share of women to appreciate the tall, dark and brooding type.

He made all the right moves. Smiling at the girl just when he could sense she desired it more. Giving another a sly wink before he took a sip of his whiskey. Then waiting until the opportune moment, to lean in and whisper in the naive blonde's ear. He didn't have to be a child of Goddess of Love to know his methods were effective. Sly words from a silver tongue with enough velvet seduction to make her shift where she stood, clenching her thighs. Hook. Line. Sinker.

Seb spared glances in Wes' direction every so often. His friend was usually up there with himself trying to catch what prey he could. But something deep down wasn't the same. It hadn't been for awhile. It was something only Seb noticed, not these air-headed women that created a barricade around them. The man didn't give himself away, it was his emotions. He might have been flirting, and making the moves but his heart wasn't in it.

Almost like a trigger deep in the pit of his stomach, something in Seb told him to look toward the entrance. It was a sensation all too similar to the one he felt coming from Wes. His gaze drifted in that direction only to find another blonde joining the party. Not one he intended on seducing but grew nauseous at the sight of. Someone nearly as repulsive as Abby... Lux. He was surprised she showed up at all, especially looking like... a female.

Seb's right arm was hooked around the waist of the, all too ready, blonde, his left arm snaking its way around the shoulders of a striking brunette to his left. "Doesn't my dear friend look absolutely dashing this evening?" he asked, pointing his hand that held his drink and ran across the girl's shoulder at Wes. "And you think he looks good now... Without a shirt." He whistled. "I'd even fuck him." Seb's tactic might have been a little obvious, but anything to keep his friend's attention focused on the fruits ripe for the picking instead of a rotting one that just joined the party.





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Leave it to Reagan to be training up to the last minute before the Agon. She was nervous. Beyond nervous. Sure, she had many of other things mastered, but her emotions weren't one. And without those within her control, she could be more dangerous to her team than the trials. She also worried about using water breathing for herself or her teammates.

Luckily for her, Elliot was always willing to help her whenever she needed it. And if she didn't know better, he seemed just as nervous about the next day as she was. In the midst of all the training, she almost completely forgot about the party until he mentioned the time. Thankfully, she was smart enough to prepare her outfit in her locker off the Academy's pool. She was almost mad at herself for being so predictable.

He offered to walk her to the party, so Reagan hurried off to change into the most bright and obnoxious clothing she owned. After all, it was a rave, not that she had ever been to one. But if there were black lights, she'd at least look a little in character. Of course, her hair still hand remnants of pool water and her face was dressed up in a sad excuse of makeup that she could manage in a couple minutes.

"You know, back in my day, we at least tried to be subtle about this." Elliot laughed at the sight of the bright lights in the night's sky. "But I’ll pretend I know nothing about it."

Reagan laughed as she walked in pace with him, while adjusting her attire. "In your day? What? The stone age?" She jested. Although it wasn't like he was much older than her. Ten years is a big gap, but as a whole it isn't much at all. People got married with larger age gaps. And in her eyes, Elliot was more of a friend than an adult figure. "Let me guess, your party was all punk rock and emo," she added while ruffling his red hair.

"I should probably leave you here, if I get any closer it’ll be harder to claim I had absolutely zero knowledge about this if anyone asks."

Her gaze drifted off to the party as she exhaled deeply. This was it. Her last night before the Agon. Just the thought of it made her hands tremble as she contemplated retreating back to her room. But before she could do either, Elliot embraced her in a quick hug. "Go on, go enjoy yourself. Do dumb teenager things. You’ll absolutely kill it tomorrow, don’t worry about it." She gave her best confident nod before hurrying off in the direction of the party.

By the time Reagan walked through the entrance, the night's events were in full swing. Half naked teenagers made fools of themselves as they drank themselves into a stupor. Although she wasn't the only one to dress for the theme, she was one of the more modest ones, although she looked light a highlighter in the black lights. It took a couple of minutes for her eyes to adjust to the flashing lights and for the loud music not make her brain feel like it was rattling in her skull.

She made her way over to the bar and surveyed the available drinks. Reagan had never drank, well... anything. The thought of alcohol already churned her stomach, but perhaps a little liquid courage was necessary to handle the next day. She grabbed the brightest neon drink she could find that seemed to matched her and took a sip. As she coughed at the surprising sharpness of it, she noticed Amy at the other end talking with Theo. For a moment, she contemplated joining them, but decided not to be a gate crasher.

Instead, Reagan left the bar with drink in hand. Like a beacon in her neon outfit, she sifted through the crowd scouring for Ali.

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He typically didn't mind having to attend a party or two, but for some reason - he's just not in the mood for it tonight. An evening of debauchery instead of studying for what could be one of the more important days of his life made no logical sense to him. He would rather be cooped up in his room going over the copious notes he has made throughout his time here at the Academy. There were so many things to go over - who was on what team, how would each person work with or against others, and more. Yet, his mother had reminded him that he should trust his intuition and innate ability for adapting to dynamic situations in the moment, and to remember that there’s fun to be had in life.

Chauncey has always had a lot of fun, but for some reason this pressure has been weighing on his mind. He’s nervous - as the brain and the master tactician, he felt that there was a lot on his shoulders. He stood in front of his mirror, eyes plastered on the way his hair pick ran through the tight kinks of his thick hair. At this time, the motion was more or less just aimless as his mind raced through a flurry of thoughts. People died in this game. Died. If he made a wrong move, it could be his fault. He’s not as certain that he is ready for this as his mother is.

Afterwards, he rolled his broad shoulders and stretched his neck from right to left. He pulled off the glasses that made him look like a huge nerd and popped in his contact lenses. He blinked a few times and moved out of his room to head to the party.

The party that had been going on for at least an hour, and for some people - it had been going on far longer than that.

When he made his way to the party scene, his light green eyes flicked from here to there in quick survey of his surroundings. There were always one million reasons as to why one should always be wary, and Chauncey knew them all. Unfortunately.

His gaze landed on the one really pretty brunette that he's sure just wants to be good friends. She's terribly cute but horribly naive. He finds her personality warming, even if her naivety nagged at him and really brought out a side of him that he doesn't really like. Not that he ever wished to be abusive to her, but she did make him want kick others in the face and - Athena's child or not - he's not a violent guy.

She moved away from the bar and lost her in the crowd, which left him a little relieved. He had told himself earlier that they could all die, and what if... no... he's not going to think about things like that right now. He also disappeared into the crowd, fist-bumping a few people that he was well-acquainted with and jumped up to catch Min's attention with a... jumping wave. How cool of him.





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There was no better night than to flutter through the crowd in utterly provocative attire to ho-out. She was determined to lay bare most, if not nearly all of her womanly goodies, because who the fuck knows what tomorrow will bring. People died in this event, and Cadence didn't put herself very high up on the list of survival. Honestly, she'd have to bed a few fellas, and maybe some ladies. Maybe a few at the same time if the night was going well - she didn't care.

Like a few others, she has been determined to be an early party goer. She moved through the crowds like the social butterfly that she is, putting herself on full display unabashedly and un-apologetically. She wasn't terribly surprised that there were so many students wearing way too much for a night like this, but not everyone was as free with their bodies as she.

Her first victim of the night was Lux, and she moved toward the blonde with a bright pink-lipped smile and a sparkle in her eyes, "Slay, lookin' hot, babe. I really like this look on you," she flirts around a bit. Now, she knows that Lux just isn't really into her, but that never stopped the Aphrodite spawn from doing as she pleased. Besides, everyone needed a good compliment in the word, and she liked to think that she carried that around everywhere she went.

Just to make things like - ten times more uncomfortable, she leaned forward and placed both her palms on the woman's thighs. One of her long lacquered nails even pulled at the fishnet that tightly encased the woman's leg, "The table isn't a place for a lady with this body. You should be out there enjoyin' yourself. Just a thought. Because if you don't, someone else will enjoy it for you," She leaned in at that moment and whispered that last bit in the woman's ear. She straightened herself and then tossed the girl a wink and a parting wave as she moved on.Yes, a child of Aphrodite could be both friendly and a little brutish as well.

She moved along without missing a beat, her heels clicking feverishly across the floor until they stopped at the bar. Percy. Ah, Percy - her favorite person in the whole world. She stepped around him until his personal space was utterly invaded by her, his chest against her chest - and her back against the bar counter, like it was meant to be. However, they were best friends, not amorous lovers. Though, it was easy to confuse the two because they were both unashamed people.

"You know, if we play the game right, we can share a few cuties by the end of the night." As the bartender pushed Percy's drink toward him, Cadence scooped it up because she could. Just as it looked like she might drink it, she gently placed it in his hands. Fruity beverages were not her thing. She looked over a shoulder and shouted out, "I'll take a shot of anything that will get me buzzed ASAP."

When her attention fell back onto Percy, she tilted her head a bit down to her left "I like this look. I really was hoping that more people would wear so much less," she sighed with an over-dramatic flair of disappointment. "Let's go dance, see if I can steal some of the ladies from my brother." As those words leave her lips, she was given her shot, put it to her lips, tossed her head back, and attempted to grab Percy's fingers to lead him to the dance floor.





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The last thing this party needed was the least liked guy in the whole school. He really was just a terrible soul, and no amount of lectures from his half-sister teacher would ever really get him to change his mind. By the end of the night he counts on having fun with all of his favorite people. Tomorrow was a big day, and it was best to ruin as many minds as possible so that he could have a better chance.

As he slipped through the crowds, grabbing a butt here and there and then blaming some random guy that was just as close, he bumped right into Reagan. Or did she bump into him? Well, since this is his narration - she totally bumped into him, and he wasted no time in taking advantage of it. He smelled like weed and cigarettes, and already like booze has taking over his soul. Reagan is just how he liked his girls - always thinking they could change the bad boy, and this was one really, really bad boy that could use some "changing".

His hands instantly reached themselves to her waist, his fingers falling near her hips. He pulled her in close and then feigned his best feign ever, and this boy was an exceptionally good liar. He tilted his head down to let his eyes draw her in, "Oh my, Reagan, you should watch where you are going. If you had bumped into anyone else, who knows what could have happened? You know, with all the nasty personalities in the Academy. They're all like snakes hidden in blades of tall grass, so you might want to watch your step." He took a moment to drink in her figure, and he was very drawn into the bright hues of her attire and how it flattered her body.

Then he released her to turn away to find Ali. Now, his night wouldn't be complete without asking the boy if he was going to commit suicide before someone at the Argon killed him. But before leaves completely, he looks over his shoulder to leave Reagan with one of his cute smirks.

There was Lux. That was one hot blonde, but they hate each other. One day he hopes that they could hate hate-fueled sex, though.

You know who would be great right now? His sister. They could make some serious trouble before the night is over, and he was very much looking forward to it. Asher didn't think that he would die tomorrow because he's too good for death, and he's certainly better than half of these dolts, so to say he was going to live life on the edge because of the Argon would be a lie. He always lived life on the edge.

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Percy hadn't been at the bar long. Definitely not long enough for Min to get a word in before a slender someone slid between him and the counter. He looked her up and down as her prominent cleavage was pressed against his bare chest. Cadence was always so subtle. "You know, if we play the game right, we can share a few cuties by the end of the night."

"Why go looking when I have one right here?" He smirked while draping his arm across Min's shoulder. Before Percy could grab his drink, Cadence snagged it from the bartender. She nearly took a drink before handing it over to him. "Thank you. We both know you can't handle fruity like I can."

He managed to take a sip and bite off a piece of fruit from the toothpick before Ann showed up. Percy spared a glance toward Min, hoping that the continuing influx of people didn't make him slink away. "Man you two are really something else. Having all the fun without me."

While Cadence and Ann fetched their drinks, Percy looked to Min. He just about offered his friend a drink of his fruity concoction but then remember the numerous empty jello shot cups. "Maybe we should get you some water... and a lap dance. People are quite impressionable while under the influence," he teased, while raising a seductive brow.

Ann didn't stick around after getting her drink, but Cadence did, of course. She couldn't very well go to a party and not linger around her best friend. At least until she found ample amount of prey to catch her attention. "I like this look. I really was hoping that more people would wear so much less."

Percy glanced down at his clothes, then out at the rest of the party. "It's a rave. The dress code is supposed to be colorfully and a bit slutty." He then turned his attention back to Cadence. "Plus, I wouldn't pass up the opportunity to look like Elton Jon. Iconic."

"Let's go dance, see if I can steal some of the ladies from my brother." And like a tornado, Cadence downed a shot and took his hand in a whirlwind before Percy could make a comment otherwise. Dancing was always enjoyable, not that he was good at it. Probably looked like someone having a seizure, but he didn't care what anyone thought of him. But before he got pulled out onto the dance floor, his other hand grabbed a handful of Min's shirt and dragged him along with them.

The farther out onto the dance floor they got, the more the music seemed to pulse, vibrating beneath their feet. The lights flashed and changed with the beat, strobing hypnotically. Percy let his body bounce in sync while his hands connected the train between Cadence and Min. Once they were near the center, he tugged on the hands he held, spinning both of his companions with a flourish. He wiggled his hips and shimmied in a less than flattering manner. But in the end, he was having fun, so what did it matter how ridiculous he looked.




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“Now now, it’s not nice to tease unless you intend to follow through Seb,” Wes replied to the bewilderment of the surrounding gaggle of women. They all giggled, blushed and one even took her bottom lip between her teeth subtly. They loved the idea all too much. And while Seb only jested, he wouldn't oppose his friend joining them in the bed if it meant he got to spend the evening with all the lovely ladies at hand.

"I always follow through." He smirked, while his thumb tickled the bare skin of the blonde's side. Seb was ready to proposition them. The night had barely begun and he had these two eating out of the palm of his hand. It wouldn't be the first time he had two women come with him to bed.

When everything seemed to be going so smoothly, Wes was distracted. “Excuse me,” was all he managed to spit out before slipping from the group. Sebastian didn't want to look back, part of him already knew where he was heading. But he couldn't help himself. As he slyly leaned in to whisper in the brunette's ear, he scanned the crowd for his friend until he saw him. Like a gargoyle, he stood over that Apollo trash who looked like she was straight out of a trailer park.

If there was ever a time where Seb would ditch an easy lay, it would be for Wes. To say that he thought his best friend's pursuits were misguided, would be an understatement. The son of Hades was top tier. The best any woman could hope of having. Yet, he scraped along the bottom of the barrel searching for the lowest of filth to step foot in that academy. Lux was repugnant. He was obviously confused or blinded by some strange unapproachable female charm.

Before he could nix the girls, a third, along with another repulsive human, joined their presence.

“Hi Seb! I like your cuff links.” Lottie was a cute one. She was naive. And the naive ones always had a little preacher's daughter in them. Those were the most fun to deflower.

Seb smirked. But before he could repay any compliments, the girl nervously prattled on. “I just mean, coral tones really work for you is all. Not that you don’t know that right?! You’re you! Everything looks good on you. Just the roses were a nice touch, very chic, and you know me, always appreciate a nod to the flower power!”

"Thanks doll," he said sweetly, as his right hand tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. "You should stop by sometime. I could show you my other cufflinks. I have quite a collection." The offer was innocent... sort of. Sure, he'd show Lottie his extensive collection of cufflinks. But he'd also show her something else while she was there.

Whatever flirting or other conversations might have ensued, Abby had to go opening her big dumb mouth. Nothing new. “The glasses do help distract from that whole fathead situation. Good choice.”

"You're a shoe in for the costume contest. Frigid bitch is really in this year," Seb replied without missing a beat, finishing it off with a sip of his drink.





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Reagan ebbed and flowed through the crowd as she searched for Ali. And while squeezing past people, she was in close proximity of them, somehow it still seemed that someone bumped into her. Before she could even fully turn around to see who it was, hands were on her waist trying to stabilize her. "Oh my, Reagan, you should watch where you are going." He bumped into her.

Asher stunk of tobacco and weed. His hands on her waist pulled her in closer as he looked down at her with a piercingly intense gaze. "If you had bumped into anyone else, who knows what could have happened? You know, with all the nasty personalities in the Academy. They're all like snakes hidden in blades of tall grass, so you might want to watch your step." She wanted to reply, to ask what that made him. But before any words left her mouth, Asher had gone his own separate way.

Before Reagan could continue her search, it seemed that Ali seemed to stumble upon her while she might have still looked like a deer in headlights. But his presence instantly brought a smile to her face. While he seemed to be relieved to just have found her. “Oh, thank god.” She laughed as he pulled her into one of his signature awkward hugs. “I hate it here, Rae.”

She knew he did, but he came out anyway. There was no point in trying to convince him otherwise. Poor dear was a magnetic ball for anxiety and worry. So, rather than try to talk him down, Reagan simply held her glass out toward him. "Drink." It wasn't a request. And maybe the alcohol would loosen Ali up a little bit so he could have a fraction of a good time before the Agon. The worrywart deserved it.

"There you guys are!" Reagan pivoted around to be met by Maya. "You look so cute!" she exclaimed as she approached, wrapping them both in a warm hug.

"You too. Nice coconuts," she said as she pointed at the very flashy top Maya wore. "And Ali, you always look handsome." Reagan smiled, giving her friend a kiss on the cheek.

"Ali you’ve got to try the smoothie stand, they’ve got these frozen rum mixers with every kind of fruit you can think of, and they’re delicious."

"I'm just glad he came!" She lightly squeezed his arm. "We can go dance or ogle all the cute boys... Or both."





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Lux felt like a fish out of water in her ridiculous outfit. She couldn't remember the last time she wore anything remotely feminine. It wasn't that she didn't like dressing feminine, necessarily, but more that her passed scarred her from ever wanting to be seen in a sexy or seductive manner. So, she definitely was uncomfortable. But a small fraction of herself felt a bit free. Although she wouldn't admit it... ever.

She was content, minding her own business and sipping on her water. Maybe Lux would be lucky and her presence would go unnoticed. Quick in and quick out. But it seemed that Cadence had other thoughts in mind. "Slay, lookin' hot, babe. I really like this look on you."

"You can thank your friend for that," Lux pointed toward Percy who was mingling at the bar.

She went to take a drink from her water and froze when Cadence placed both of her hands on her thighs. Lux looked down at the girl's hands as a manicured talon hooked itself in her fishnets. "The table isn't a place for a lady with this body. You should be out there enjoyin' yourself. Just a thought. Because if you don't, someone else will enjoy it for you," she leaned in and whispered in her ear, which made Lux shift in her seat uncomfortably.

Before she could respond or do anything, Cadence was up and off, with a final wink before she disappeared. Lux was left sitting there, pressed back into her seat. Gods she hated Aphrodite kids. No matter how much she hated them, they somehow made her heart flutter and skip at beat whenever they touched her. Sickening. Although Cadence was far more appealing than Sebastian... whatever that was worth.

It seemed like barely a moment had passed before Wes's dark form loomed over her protectively like a vampiric guardian. “Are you alright?”

Lux's brows furrowed in confusion. "Yes. Why wouldn't I be?"

“Did she try something?”

"I am a big girl. I can take care of myself." Lux quickly became self conscious about how she was dressed. She shifted how she sat, crossing one leg over the other and resting her hands in her lap to perhaps to cover a fraction of herself. When she looked up at Wes, he wasn't looking at her, but instead glaring across the room toward Cadence, a woman who obviously didn't realize she stepped on toes... Or perhaps didn't care.

Lux sighed. "It's fine. Just Cadence being Cadence." She looked down at her hands as her foot bounced anxiously. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm not your burden. I'm sure there are more pressing matters that deserve your attention." She nodded her head toward the bar before moving to her feet with water in hand.

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Hearing someone call his name, Min’s head snapped around to locate it. Percy was easy to spot, his outfit provoking a laugh from Min. He glanced around at the empty cups surrounding him. “I don’t… think all of these are mine?” He said, but honestly even he wasn’t sure. He grinned lazily at Percy as the rainbow sunglasses and glow sticks were added to his outfit and Percy ruffled his hair. “Is that a promise?” He asked, laughing a little awkwardly. Getting dressed by himself had been… an ordeal as he tried to figure out what the hell to wear. The fact that he didn’t seem to be the most overdressed person here gave him some comfort.

He spotted a familiar figure waving at him from across the dance floor, and returned Chauncey’s wave with almost equal enthusiasm. But when he turned back, Cadence was pressed against Percy, wearing next to nothing. Seeing it made Min feel… well, odd. His brain was too confused to try and identify what it was, but he knew he didn’t like it. Min liked Cadence, and was pretty sure that there wasn’t anything actually happening there, but the feeling still lingered. Maybe it was more to do with the fact that when Percy put his arm around Min, the feeling seemed to vanish as Min laughed at being called a cutie. Ann appeared from nowhere, joining their little bubble. All of a sudden there seemed to be a lot of people in the small space, and Min’s drunken brain found it almost too much to handle. Yep, the last drink had definitely been a mistake.

Percy appeared to be able to tell that much as he mentioned getting Min a drink of water. He wasn’t sure if he was actually swaying slightly or if it just felt like the earth was just tilting beneath his feet. At the mention of a lap dance, Min’s face flushed scarlet. He was mostly sure that Percy was joking, but he’d learned the hard way not to rely on that. “Um, maybe not,” he said a little awkwardly, but managed a smile anyway.

At Cadence’s comment about hoping people would wear less, Min found himself glancing down at his own clothes, even if he was aware the comment wasn’t directed at him. Hell, even if he was still over-dressed, at least he was still somewhat on theme. Although he wasn’t totally sure it fit Percy’s criteria of colourful and slutty, even with the newly added accessories.

He heard Cadence say something about wanting to dance, moments before Percy’s hand grabbed Min’s shirt and pulled him towards the dance floor. Min couldn’t do anything except laugh, eventually managing to grab Percy’s hand as they made their way into the middle of the crowd. This was where the real party was, and even though Min was pretty sure his sober self would feel a lot more uncomfortable here, it was hard not to feel alive. He stumbled a little as Percy pulled him into a spin and was amazed when he somehow managed to keep his balance, laughing at Percy all the while. Even though he was fully aware of how dumb it had to look, he found himself mimicking Percy, even if there were times when he was laughing too much to even try and dance.

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Asher hadn't forgotten about his half-sister, of course, as she was hard to forget. He had aimed to see what dastardly deeds she'd be up to in this party, but he had to naturally pick on his favorite (or not so favorite) people. Regarding the way he stared at Lux - sure, he had this devilish glint in his eyes that accompanied a coy grin. His expression teemed with all sorts of surly things he'd like to say to her, but he instead lays that gaze on her partner. He just thinks he's so cute and swift that even a child born of Zeus couldn't catch him.

No one could, really. He has always had that untouchable personality, and it was fashioned of true narcissism.

When his dead sister approached him, he looked down at the sachet in her hand, "You've been busy, hmmm?" He chuckled and his head tilted from side to side in faux contemplation between the devil and the.... well, other devil that sits on his shoulders. "Looking forward to the Agon? I'm more or less hoping to get a few mind games in before the event. You know, sew a little discord before everything starts."

He placed his hands deep into the pockets of his shorts and peered down at her with a knowing grin laced with underhanded wickedness that only the children of Hermes could think up. Asher had rather devious plans for the Agon, but the silver-tongued demi-god coveted these things close to his heart. You see, everyone here thinks that they are actually worthy of the favour of the gods, but honestly - most of them could go to Hades.

He divulged very little to his half-sister, believing that some plans are best kept to oneself. There were some soft targets to chase down before the end of the night; a sort of scheme he had built in his head that was comprised of making the weak feel undeserving before anything even started. While he smiled and flirted with people, there's a genuine aura of malice bubbling just beneath his flesh. All demigods were not created equal, and some of them had better treatment and attention from their biological sperm and egg donors. Unlike Hermes who only taught him that the gods were nothing more than pieces of shit.

"I'll partake," he relented, holding out a hand for his sister to place a couple of pills in his palms. Hell, he might even keep some for later just in case someone needed a little extra help. This is the time when Erin had come over and wasn't exactly a 'good vibes' kind of guy. However, he smirked at her after quickly glancing at his sister, "Our lives are already fucked up. Our parents just aren't done making us regret being born yet. Even then, I don't plan on letting myself fall victim in this game."

His calculating gaze carried over the crowd, "There are so many others more worthy that title. I can't wait to see who is left standing," he stated in an almost thoughtful drawl with a dreamy hue to it.








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She didn't mind that Percy and Min were just two guys convulsing uncontrollably on the dance floor just for the fun of it. By this time, the effects of alcohol already courses through her. The Aphrodite spawn was feeling a tad airy-headed. While she might normally enjoy a more provocative dance style, she knows that this pair of men weren't exactly into having her grind her feminine goodies all over them. In fact, she suspects that Min may have some sort of problem with her but she doesn't have much evidence. Then again, she firmly believes that people are either into her or firmly against her for one reason or another.

The trio was just having their fun on the dance floor; no sexual deviancy in the undertones of her swaying hips and boob shimmies. They all looked ridiculous, and she was happy to be joyous and free with them before the Agon. They were not on the same teams, and she's honestly worried about the things that might happen because of it.

On the note of being genuinely afraid of what might transpire, her russet gaze snaked through the crowd until they landed on the Hermes pair. Asher has been giving her the creeps for a while now, and just before he could turn around and catch her looking over there, she averted her eyes back to her present company. The idea of being on his team was... foreboding and it gave her a frigid feeling. Even thinking about it right now riddled her flesh suddenly with tiny bumps of gooseflesh.

He was going to kill someone. She just knew it. Yet, she didn't want to spend another second thinking about the situation. As a child of Aphrodite, she had weaknesses that many here do not. It would seem, for the most part, that no one here was as attracted to her as they should be - as though they had some kind of armour against her god-given appeal. Cadence didn't have, what she considered, useful skills. Skills that every one else here had - slight of hand, godly strength, superior intellect, necromancy - she had nothing of value.

There was a second where the smile faded from her lips, and she cleared her throat and shoved that smile back into place before it lingered long enough to betray her thoughts, "You boys have some fun. I think I am going to go grab a couple of drinks." The dulcet timbre of her voice was as preppy and cheery as ever, hopefully conveying that nothing was wrong and all is normal.



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Chauncey, on a normal night without any damning thoughts about what lay on the horizon at the peak of a new morning, would be having fun. Instead, as he weaved like a serpent through the sea of dancing bodies, he was connecting lines to dots - and these dots were other demigods. Everyone had weaknesses and strengths, and through watching them train and go about their lives, he felt like he knew them well enough. At least, what they show to everyone. Gods only know what may lurk beneath the surface.

He scanned the crowds and caught some faces that he wanted to talk to, others that he'd do well to avoid. His cheery mood had long since dissipated, and he couldn't understand why anyone would be partying right now. A hangover sounds like a horrible thing to have in the morning given the circumstances that will surround tomorrow. His mind fled to that one brunette he crushed a bit too hard on, but she seemed occupied. Maybe it was for the best. The sad reality was that she could die tomorrow, or he could. What was the point?

Just as he thought to move along to the bar, the daughter of Aphrodite bumped into him. It didn't affect him at all. It was very much like a feather hitting a wall of muscle, but that did mean he'd have to make sure she didn't topple from the collision. He grasped her shoulders to make sure that she was steady, "You okay?"

Then his eyes traveled down, down, down... down to that wonderful, cushioned, malleable - no, he had to straighten his attention out. He knew better, but it was hard and Cadence didn't seem to mind a bit. He was not really attracted to her when she wasn't around him, but her Aphrodite allure always hit him like a crashing wave of lust and sordid thoughts.

The woman straightened herself out with Chauncey's assistance,"Oh, I'm fine." She brushed an errant strand of hair behind an ear and dragged a hand over the opposite arm with a worried brush. "I guess I am just worried. You know? I don't have... useful skills. I'm trying to enjoy my life, but gods - how?" The tone of her voice was soft and low, and Chauncey could hear her just fine.

He wanted to be reassuring, but he didn't know Cadence that well. He knew of some of her abilities, but she was one of the few that he worried about. Not to mention the fact that she's on the team with the Academy's biggest asshole. "I think you're going to be okay. I'm sure you have something that no one here has seen before. Just... be careful, you know? You're on the team with the trouble-makers."

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"I don’t… think all of these are mine?" Min said in regards to the copious empty cups that surrounded him on the bar. Percy just raised a questioning brow but didn't comment on it. This was the one night where it didn't matter. Although, to be honest, it wouldn't matter to him most nights. After all, he did enjoy a party. But with the looming dread and possibility of their deaths, letting loose was in order, for some more than others.

"Is that a promise?"

Percy smirked at the playful remark in regards to his own comment about helping min get dressed. He took a sip of his drink then flashed the timid drunk a playful wink. "You bet, sweet cheeks."

Then before they all knew it, the trio was on the dance floor. Surprisingly, Cadence didn't seem to be bothered in the slightest by his strange gyrating that Min quickly seemed to join in on, accompanied with the most adorable drunken giggles. Percy kept worming his way around the two almost like a figure eight. Every so often when he passed them by, he'd give them a twirl or even a very exaggerated dip.

At one point when he slid behind Min, Percy even managed to slip his furry coat onto his tipsy companion. This left him shirtless, while all of his colorful accessories rested on Min. His smile grew as he grabbed ahold of the fluffy collar and made Min shimmy along with him.

When Percy looked over at Cadence, his dancing slowed slightly as he noticed her smile fade. But she didn't let it show for long before quickly plastering on a large cheerful grin, no doubt in an attempt to hide whatever it was that was going on in that head of hers. His brows furrowed slightly in concern when she looked back toward him. But he said nothing. It was a night not to linger on the imminent dread but have fun and whatever was worrying her... She didn't want to talk about it. And he respected that.

"You boys have some fun. I think I am going to go grab a couple of drinks."

Percy kept a loose hold on his jacket that swallowed Min, while his other hand gently grabbed Cadence's arm before she left. "Hey. It'll be ok." He gave her a reassuring squeeze before letting her go. "Text me if you need anything, ok?"

Once she was gone, he turned his attention fully back to Min, giving him a large mischievous grin. "And then there was two." Percy spun around and playfully shook his butt towards his dancing partner. He contemplated even grinding on him, but he decided he wouldn't scare the poor boy too much in one night. He'll save that for the after party. Because he'd be damned if this Agon killed anyone he cared about. They all were going to survive. They were.

"Alright, dancing queen," he said while running a hand back through his now sweaty hair. "Tonight is the last night of life as we know it. And as a way to celebrate the end of this chapter of our lives, it's bucket list time." Percy made his way behind Min, taking ahold of his shoulders as he leaned his head forward to speak quieter in the male's ear. "What's one thing you want to do before you die?"

As Percy made his way around Min to stand in front of him, he popped the collar of the fuzzy jacket. "Now before you say anything," he interjected, holding up an index finger. "No 'skydiving' or 'win the lottery'. I'm a miracle worker but not a God. So, if there is something we can tick off tonight, I'm going to try my damnedest to make it happen."




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“Well you are the expert on bitchiness, so I suppose you’d know.”

"Thank you for noticing," Seb smirked then downed what remained of his drink. Her jabs left room to be desired, along with her company. Neither one of them seemed particularly interested in the other's company but rather their friends talking to one another. He could feel his jaw clenching at the sight but he tried to take a deep breath and not pay attention to it.

After a moment or two, he looked back to their other company, giving Lottie a sweet and charming smile. The girl was blushing and smiling from ear to ear. Sweet girl. Far too naive for his liking. Some men, enjoyed the innocent ones. He knew a fair few of boys like that before coming to the academy. They prided themselves on how many girls they took from a saint to a sinner. Deflowering preacher's daughters was their particular expertise. The conquest is interesting but the pay off wasn't worth it in Seb's opinion. Flirting was always enjoyable, but he preferred women and men of experience to warm his bed.

”Does that mean your costume’s young Hefner or European gigolo? They’re both so tacky, it’s hard to choose.”

"Believe it or not, people in the civilized world believe in dressing up. Not wearing 80s band tees stained with ramen from 2 nights ago." Seb set his empty glass down on the bar and proceeded to adjust the cuffs of his shirt and sports coat. "It's called having taste, not that I'd expect you to know what that is. You'd probably think a mustang and eating at Golden Corral is classy."

No longer desiring to waste his time with Abby's presence, Seb took Lottie's hand and place a gently kiss upon her knuckles. "Make sure you get a good night's sleep. We'll need you at your best tomorrow." He gave the girl a gentle smirk, before guiding the blonde that still lingered around him to the dance floor.





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“Ooooh I’m always down for some ogling.”

“I vote for both, but only if you promise to tell me if anyone catches your eye,” Ali offered in return.

It seemed that once the counter offer left his lips a little bit of Reagan's laughter died and her cheeks flushed. There already was someone who caught her eye, although she never voiced it to anyone. Not yet, anyway. Part of her felt like, once she said it out loud it would somehow reach him and Reagan was never particularly good at being forefront with her feelings. But on the other hand, she knew the rumors about her and Elliot. She felt like no matter the truth, everyone would always assume that was her 'secret crush' rather than believing anything she said. And deep down, she knew those rumors probably ruined any chance she had with that person anyway. Yet, her gaze still lingered in the crowd, wondering if it land on him for just a moment.

So, instead she tried her best to give a genuine smile and nudge Ali's arm. "I only have eyes for you." Reagan laughed and gave a flirtatious wink.

Reagan took Ali's other offered arm and let him lead them into the pulsing ocean of bodies that ebbed and flowed to the beat of the music. This was a night to celebrate and unwind. Tomorrow their lives would change, presumably forever, and even with everyone partying and enjoying their last night of fun... She could feel an underlying tension in the air. Like everyone was trying to drink and dance their worries away, but they still lingered there like everyone was holding their breath.

The three of them danced in a circle. They laughed and smiled as disco music came on and they all embraced their inner Travolta. Reagan tried to clear her mind and let the weight that rested on her shoulders cease, if only for a minute. But it seemed their lighthearted dancing was coming to a quick end. Maya stopped dead in the middle of the song, causing Reagan to freeze and look toward her. “Ali-!”

Reagan quickly reached out and took one of Maya's arms, hoping that Ali managed to grab the other. She tried her best to support her weight. But she was sinking to the ground, so instead Reagan squatted down and helped aid her to her knees until whatever it was passed. Minutes felt like hours as she waited for her friend to regain consciousness. She lost track of how much time passed until Maya managed to speak once again. "Air!"

"It's ok. We've got you," Reagan reassured her as she helped Maya to her feet. She draped the girls arm over her shoulders, so her hand could help support her waist. "Ali, can you grab her some water? I'll get her outside."

Once she had a strong hold on Maya, Reagan started pushing their way through the dancing crowd. As they broke through the horde, the air instantly felt cooler and not as thin. She glanced back toward the party one last time before they stepped out, and that's when she saw him. She didn't let her gaze linger, maybe because she didn't want to get caught looking... or maybe because he was talking to another girl... One that was far more beautiful than she ever hoped to be. It was probably for the best anyway. No one wanted to be part of the rumors that circled her. And Reagan would most likely die in the Agon anyway.

She took a deep breath as she looked away and helped Maya outside. The fresh air managed to take away Reagan's breath. It was almost like, for the brief time they were in there, she forgot that air wasn't heavy and moist. Luckily there was a bench not too far away that she was able to guide themselves toward. Once Maya was seated, she sat down beside her with a soft sigh. "Are you ok?"




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“Of course I worry about you." For a brief moment, Lux's leg stopped bouncing and everything seemed to freeze. Or was that her heart skipping a beat? Her brows raised slightly as she looked up at him. But then he continued. "We’re teammates." Her heart sank and her gaze fell back down to her hands. "Nothing is more pressing than watching out for each other right now.”

"Right. Right," her voice trailed off as she agreed, nodding her head slightly. Then there was silence. Lux started chewing on her bottom lip but could think of nothing to say. She didn't understand why being around Wes made her feel that way. It was like whatever logic she had slipped right out the window. He was the polar opposite of her. They went together like ketchup and chocolate... they didn't mesh. Yet, every time she walked into a room her eyes searched for him. And even when he said the wrong thing, she remained there, hoping he'd fix it somehow.

The silence began to grow uncomfortable as the music shifted to something slow and people on the dance floor began to pair off. Lux sighed softly as she pushed off her seat. "Well, I should probably let you—" She began to say as she stood up, but froze when his offered hand stopped her dead in her tracks. She looked down at it, puzzled.

“Do me the honor of this dance?”

Did people still talk like that? She thought immediately. It took a moment for her brain to catch up to what was happening. But when it did, her heart did skip a beat then. Lux's gaze drifted between his offered hand and his face multiple times as she searched for words. She had none. Instead her right hand raised slowly, trembling slightly from the nerves she was trying to fight.

Lux didn't know what she expected when she took his hand. She couldn't recall if her and Wes had ever touched each other besides perhaps training. Yet there they stood with her hand in his. And while it was something she wanted, longer than she would care to admit, her mind kept trying to scare her out of it. His suit cost more than everything she's ever owned... combined. Standing side by side it was yin and yang, even down to their hands. His was soft, almost porcelain while his nails could have been manicured. While her own were callused, with nails chewed short and chipped dollar store nail polish.

There was thousands of girls in this world better suited for Wes. At least twenty at the academy alone. Yet he asked her to dance. And there she stood, looking like an awkward punk band reject taking his hand... like an idiot.

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Amy laughed at Riley’s reaction to her arrival, raising an eyebrow as Riley said she had been trying to find Amy. “Mmhmm, I’m sure you weren’t just trying to sneak out without any of us noticing,” She said, elbowing Riley in the ribs gently. She grinned and twirled a little as Riley told her she looked good.

“Oh don’t be silly, you were helping me look for her. And you’re stuck with us now, if you think I’m letting you go brood in some corner somewhere now, you’re wrong,” she teased. She raised her eyebrows at the mention of Riley’s team. “Sure, her team is good, but it’s not great. Everyone knows a daughter of Hera is the vital ingredient in a winning team.”

“Come on, if we’re going to be risking our lives tomorrow, we may as well go have some fun, right? Or do I need to get some more alcohol into you two?” Truth be told, she knew that they all needed the distraction. They needed to be doing something dumb, they needed to be having fun, because who the hell knew what awaited them tomorrow? Who knew that they were about to walk into?




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xxxthis dream isn't feeling sweet
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Everything felt like a blur- but in the best way possible. They were just fooling around, being the dumb kids they were supposed to be, just having fun because they could. Everywhere, the bright colours seemed to bleed into one another in a hypnotising, entrancing way, giving everything a slightly surreal feeling. For once, Min didn’t care how people perceived him or what he looked like. He just wanted to have fun with his friends. At some point, Percy draped his colourful coat around Min. Min knew now that he had to look ridiculous in Percy’s borrowed clothes, and he loved it.

Cadence seemed to suddenly stop dancing. She had her usual cheery tone back on by the time Min turned to look at her, but even he could tell something was up. But perhaps that was understandable, given what awaited them tomorrow. He really couldn’t blame anyone for feeling a little off or distracted.

Percy drew Min’s attention back to him, teasingly shaking his butt at Min and getting a laugh in return. Almost as if he’d been able to read Min’s thoughts, he referenced the fact that this was the end of a chapter, and that they should fulfill something from his bucket list. As Percy grasped his shoulders and spoke in his ear from behind, Min could feel his thoughts wandering somewhere they never would have done sober. Percy came back around to stand in front of him and fixed the collar of the coat, and joked about not being able to organise skydiving or a lottery win. Min laughed, but there was something about Percy being that close, close enough to be able to see the shine of sweat on his skin, that transfixed him. Given what they were facing into tomorrow and what lay ahead of them, Min knew that this could well be his last chance to say something, to do something. But that fear of ruining things between them was always running under the surface, numbed by the alcohol but still present.
“Well, given you’ve just ruled out the first two items on my bucket list… I just want to do something really, really dumb. Like something stupidly ridiculous, like… something that will make us shake our heads when we’re older and wiser. And I want to do it with my best friend.”

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"Well, given you’ve just ruled out the first two items on my bucket list…" Percy laughed shrugging his shoulders. Last time he checked, he was a son of Hephaestus, which didn't give him much in the realm of 'wish granting' when it came to the absurd and unobtainable. But, breaking into Leland's office and covering it with booby traps or stealing someone's underwear, that was far more in his wheel house.

Percy kept bobbing and swaying to the music while keeping his attention fixed on Min, waiting for his response. He was so in the mood to cause some trouble. "I just want to do something really, really dumb. Like something stupidly ridiculous, like…" He nodded his head in agreement, loving where this was going. Gods love Min, he always had to beat around the bush before getting to the point which only made Percy grow more impatient in hearing the answer.

"Something that will make us shake our heads when we’re older and wiser. And I want to do it with my best friend."

He let out a deep breath between his lips, making a raspberry noise as Min still didn't give a plain answer. As they stood their, the music on the dance floor slowed into something most of the hormone raging demigods would love, that allowed them to press bodies and whisper sweet nothings. Percy stepped closer to Min, slipping his hands under the fur coat to rest on his partner's hips. He moved them in circles, watching and waiting to see if he'd spit it out. But eventually he couldn't wait any longer.

"Alright you, out with it." He held Min's waist a little tighter and gave him a playful shake. "You can't tempt me with something dumb and not tell me what it is."




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Lux couldn't help but wonder if it was almost planned. It seemed as he had her hand in his and lead her to the dance floor, the music shifted. It went from some loud, obnoxious music that sounded like a transformer in a blender, to a song... a real song. A... A love song? Oh, for the love of the Gods. It was enough to make many people roll their eyes at the borderline hallmark movie moment. But just the smallest part of her kind of liked it. That gross girl who wanted the storybook love story. The part of her that died years ago.

She stood there, awkward, a deer in headlights. Lux instantly regretted accepting the invitation and contemplated retreating. But then Wes's hand found her waist. His touch was so warm she felt it through her clothes. His hand didn't rest on her side, but held it, firmly, possessively. Like he had to make sure she wouldn't slip away, while also letting anyone else, who might think otherwise, that she was his. Even if they never said it to one another.

People crowded the dance floor, pushing them closer together. Or was that Wes pulling her toward him? Soon enough, Lux's chest was lightly brushing his pressed suit. Her own hands hesitated on his upper arms for a long while before she finally gave in, letting them run along his shoulders and rest at the base of his neck.

Lux never noticed Wes's scent before that day. Usually, she never allowed herself to get close enough. But swaying there with him, it's all she could smell. It was musky and intoxicating. And as if Wes knew what was going through her head, his head lowered. She swallowed a lump in her throat as check just barely brushed along hers, leaving her face hidden in the nape of his neck, consumed in his warmth and scent. Subconsciously, she found her arms tightening around him as he closed more of the distance.

"Promise me...you’ll be careful tomorrow."

How could she promise something like that? It was the Agon. They knew what happened before and what could happen to them just as easily. They could die... They both could. The knot twisted in her gut at the thought. Her own death wasn't something she couldn't face. Death didn't scare her. But his... And she was a brawn. The muscle always died first. She hated that he asked this, that he had to act on whatever this unspoken thing was now. The timing was horrible.

Hearing Wes plead for her well being was wonderful... and terrifying. He was always so composed, cold and stoic. But in that moment he let the crack in his facade grow to show a light to her she hadn't yet seen. She wanted nothing more than to explore this side of him deeper. But it complicated everything. Lux enter the Agon recklessly. She hadn't a care for her own well being and was half convinced she die in a blaze of glory. And now it all changed, he just proved that. She was no longer living for just herself, but him too.

Lux didn't know if she could make that promise blindly. So, instead, she answered the only way she could. "Only if you promise the same," she whispered.

She was tempted to keep her face hidden in his shoulder for the remainder of the evening. But somehow Lux managed to slowly withdraw her head so that she might look up at him. The bright flashing lights made a halo around Wes's head, silhouetting out his face. She leaned in closer, ever so slightly, until she could finally see up into his eyes. Her gaze said many things... Many things she'd dare not voice, nor he. How neither of them could make that promise, no matter how much they wanted to for the other. How she was scared for the first time in so long. Or that it was the first time they were close... and quite possibly their last.





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Sebastian lead the seductive blonde out onto the dance floor. She was giggly from far too many drinks and with every couple of steps her hands wondered under his jacket or into his pockets. Not that he was complaining. Every so often he give her a gentle kiss to the neck or a nibble on her earlobe. It seemed the banter and flirting made her all but putty in his hands. When they reached the middle of the large mass of slow dancing demigods, her own idea of dancing didn't quite qualify for the music that was playing.

His hands moved her her hips, not being the bashful sort. They both knew exactly what was happening that night and at this point, it was just foreplay with their clothes on. Seb let his hands wonder, even running along her supple bottom, giving it a playful squeeze. But she was not there for the slow dancing. She slowly turned around, pressing her back side up against him and began to sway. A mischievous grin graced his lips as he let her do as she pleased.

The dance floor swayed and flowed like a body of water, pushing and pulling people around the slow moving crowd. Seb paid no mind to where they moved, instead focused on the girl pressed against him. His hands wondered about her form, touching and caressing her in every way he could without getting screamed at by some of the uptight teachers. When they were temporarily out of sight of guardians wondering eyes, he sneak suggestive touches or seductive words that were foul enough to make Patrick Swayze blush.

Seb and his blonde moved with the flow of the crowd. To his surprise, it brought him right next to another pair. Two who meshed as well as oil and water. He didn't say anything at first, instead standing and watching them to see what happens next. At first it was a harmless slow dance, but then he saw their faces getting closer... Not to mention the mix of emotions and hormones that came off them like an over fragrant cheap perfume.

"If you're going to fuck her, might as well get it over with and move on." Call it a cock block, but Seb was doing Wes a favor. "I doubt she's worth anything else," he concluded, looking her up and down with a sneer.

Whatever happiness that might have been on Lux's face faded as her arms slowly fell from around him. She looked between the two men, then pushed past Seb as she left. She shoved past the slowly dancers, weaving her way through the crowd until she broke free of the dance floor. Once there weren't bodies pressed to every side of her, Lux sighed, feeling like she could finally breathe. Her gaze scanned the party but she decided she'd had enough and made her way to the exit.

"Are you satisfied now? You've slummed it... Gotten her to like you so she'll protect your ass in the Agon. Don't tell me you fell for your own lies?" Seb gave the blonde before him one final kiss on the shoulder and a slap on the bum before handing her over to Wes. "A gift... stick to what you're good at."

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Amy just rolled her eyes as Riley claimed she wasn’t going to brood as such, laughing a little. But as the discussion continued, Amy got the impression that Riley didn’t particularly want to talk about it, and made a mental note not to bring it up again. This whole party was a reminder of what they were about to face into; Riley didn’t need it being shoved into her face by them too. Even if Riley didn’t seem to be the type who was there to straight up forget about the whole thing.

She disappeared to get drinks, rather suddenly, and Amy raised an eyebrow. “Think we hit a nerve,” she said, with a grimace. “But… can’t say I blame her. This whole thing seems kinda absurd and yet… not sure I can blame anyone for anything they do tonight. Most normal schools have proms. We have a big party before we all go fight in this tournament that might just get us killed,” she remarked.

She was about to continue along that line, when the song choice suddenly changed very obviously, and Amy almost snorted with laughter. “Are they actually serious? How cheesy can you get?” She remarked. "They’re just encouraging people to go make some dumb decisions in the trees or in the dorms or something. Bet anything an Aphrodite kid just got their hands on the playlist.” For one crazy moment, she thought about asking Theo to dance, but on glancing back out at the crowds, she couldn’t help but feel that she’d probably crush his toes and that they’d both just be awkward. So instead, she just leaned against him and laughed to herself again. “Bet you anything there’ll be a few shock pairings tonight and we’ll probably miss all the gossip when we’re in the Agon.”






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Percy’s frustrated reaction to Min’s answer made him laugh, raising an eyebrow a little. Truth be told, he had no idea what he actually wanted to do. Even when they were stone cold sober, Percy was always better and coming up with these types of things than Min was, and Min was a long, long way from sober. He was about to say so, suggest that Percy came up with something, but a sudden change in music stole his attention. The contrast was almost laughable; from pounding bass and hypnotising lights to an almost sickening love song. There was a sarcastic comment on his tongue, but the feelings of hands on his hips completely wiped it from his mind.

Unsure of what else to do with his hands, he rested his arms on Percy’s shoulders. His thoughts were racing and yet, at the same time, he couldn’t seem to figure out a single coherent thought. He would have blamed it on the alcohol, except he wasn’t sure that the alcohol was solely to blame. Their previous conversation was entirely erased from his mind, his mind only able to focus on the feeling of hands on his hips.

So when Percy asked for an answer, Min stared blankly at him for a moment, trying to remember what it was in relation to. And then he laughed to himself. “I don’t even know. You’re always much better at this than I am,” he admitted. [color=2f444b]“But I like this.”[/color] The words were out of his mouth before he realised, it feeling a little closer to home than expected.

And then came the crushing, overwhelming fear that he could ruin everything by saying or doing the wrong thing. For some people, the pre-Agon bash was a chance to do dumb things, because did things like that matter when they were all putting their lives at risk anyway? But it didn’t seem that simple, and Min found himself afraid of ruining things if he wasn’t going to have a chance to make it right.

[color=2f444b]“I need to grab some air,”[/color] he said, forcing an apologetic smile and pulling away, making his way through the crowd to somewhere a little quieter. He just wanted a few seconds to pull himself together, but the minute he got out of the crowd, he could feel the hot sting of tears burning at the back of his eyes. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down a little.






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xxxit's a sin

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Eden’s reputation was primarily that of the “Mom Friend” and he’d been fulfilling that role from the minute she’d shown up to the party. Except half of the people he was helping out were really just acquaintances who had gotten overly drunk, been separated from their friends, and who had then landed eyes on Eden and had roped him in to help. He had reunited more friends than he could count and had narrowly avoided being thrown up on three times. But he had at least gotten a few drinks out of it, which was better than nothing.

But as a result of reuniting groups, Eden had lost the people he was supposed to be meeting or was hoping to come across. After a quick scout confirmed what he thought, that he had no idea if they were even here or where they were, he sighed, draining his glass. Usually, he loved a party, but he was tired and vaguely fed up with the whole thing. So when the music shifted to some slow, romantic love song, he took it as his sign to abandon ship.

He began trekking back up towards the dorms, figuring he could at least hope for a half decent night’s sleep. But spotting a familiar figure up ahead of him, he frowned slightly, and broke into a slight jog to catch up with them.

“Cas!” He called as he caught up with them. “Good to know I’m not the only one done with this whole thing,” he joked. He took one look at them and frowned, folding his arms. “Alright, come on. Out with it. What’s up?” He asked. “And don’t bullshit me, I can see right through it.”