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Reagan Devereux

Daughter of Poseidon

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

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xxxR E A G A N x D E V E R E U X
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"Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time."
- H.P. Lovecraft




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n i c k n a m e s x // x rae ,xr.j. ,xjoss

a g e x // xeighteen

g e n d e r x // xfemale

s e x u a l i t y x // xdemisexual

h o m e t o w n x // xsanibel island, florida

g o d l y x p a r e n tx // xposeidon

a g o n x r o l ex // xsupport






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D E C O R U S


h e i g h t x // x5' 4"

w e i g h t x // x115 lbs

h a i r x // xHer hair is long and unruly. From the sea air and the constant of her being drenched in sea water or chlorine her hair has a natural wave to it. The long light auburn waves reach nearly to her elbow and are sun kissed with soft highlights from her days working.

e y e s x // xThere is no true shade when it comes to her eyes. They fluctuate from brown, to golden and even to green. Spending most of her life on the the sea, surrounded by blues her irises tend to come off encircled in a chocolate brown. But the color lightens to a speckled gold with hints of green as it surrounds the pupil.

o d d i t i e s x // xReagan has small scars from bumps and bruises when playing as a child, or coming too close to coral in the ocean. Other than that there is nothing particularly unique although she has contemplated getting a tattoo on more than one occasion.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xIt's been said that Reagan is a natural type of beauty. She rarely wears makeup or does anything spectacular with her hair, yet still manages to catch lingering glances. She is often described as being the girl next door, with her own amount of tom boy-ness she adapted from childhood on army bases. She's always preferred being natural and free. It'd be accurate to describe her style very simple chic and quite modest. It's quite common for her hair to be back in a ponytail and for her to look like she just stepped out of a pool, because she most likely did. And no matter what she is wearing you can almost guarantee that she has a swimsuit on underneath.






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I N G E N I U M
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h y d r o k i n e s i sx // x Reagan is very skilled at controlling water, able to bend it to her will and draw it from earth or other beings. Out of all of her abilities, this one came naturally to her and the one she has the most control over.

w a t e r b r e a t h i n gx // x Surprisingly, this ability is not subconscious for Reagan. Her fear of drowning blocks her body from doing this naturally, so she can only accomplish it with focus. Along with this, she can help others breath underwater but she isn't able to do to it for long and takes a lot of energy.

a q u a t i c x a n i m a l x c o m m u n i c a t i o nx // x This is a subconscious ability that allows her to speak to aquatic animals. It's not a very spectacular power but it was something Reagan always enjoyed. Animals do tend to be far more friendly than humans.



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s w i m m i n g x // x Reagan was always a fish out of water, even at a young age. This only seem to grow as she got older, even entering in competitions. It's her singular most proficient strength. She could confidently out-swim anyone she knows.

a g i l i t y x // x She's small, limber and flexible which helps makes her very swift and light footed. This is only aided by her athleticism.

d e f e n s e x // x Reagan's combat abilities are average in comparison to other demigods at the academy. But what she particularly excels at is defense and defensive tactics. She's never been one to start a fight, but growing up bullied, she has learned to defend herself from them.

s u r f i n g x // x She didn't have many friends growing up, so she spent a lot of her time on the beach. Reagan quickly picked up surfing which grew to be a passion of hers and luckily, not something that involved friends. And even on rare occasions, her mother would join her.



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e m o t i o n sx // x When she is emotional it effects her abilities. So in the heat of battle she tries to remain emotionless to focus and keep her cool. But it is not always that easy.

p h y s i c a l x s t r e n g t hx // x She's small and slender. Reagan can't over power someone on physical prowess alone. If she tried to tackle someone it'd be like a bird hitting a window.

s e l f l e s s x // x Without hesitation, she would sacrifice herself for another. So in regards to her own life it is a tremendous weakness. Her value of someone else's life is vastly superior than her own.

w a t e r b r e a t h i n g x a i dx // x Reagan struggles on her own with breathing underwater that it takes immense focus. When it comes to helping others it only last so long and can use quite a bit of her energy, often leaving her fatigued.



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d r o w n i n gx // x It's a long story and complicated. It's a secret most don't know because it's strange for a child of Poseidon.

s p i d e r sx // x Everyone has one irrational fear and hers is spiders. She might seem brave but the minute one of those stand in her way, she quickly becomes a coward.

u n k n o w n x // x Knowledge is power, so going into situations she knows nothing about or coming face to face with the unknown frightens her. Be it dark depths that lead to... somewhere, creatures deep deep in the ocean unseen to human eyes or even the vast unexplored depths of space, they all make her uneasy and anxious.





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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
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Reagan tends to fall under the stereotype of the girl next door, but she doesn’t see that as a bad thing. She is a very kind and caring person. She is a teddy bear type of person who always tries to see the best in others. She has a big heart, and finds herself caring about so many people that it often makes it difficult for to do what’s necessary as a superhero. She thinks everyone is redeemable and has goodness in them, to the point where she sometimes makes it her personal goal to try help people find it. Her bubbly, sweet nature has been said to be intoxicating on multiple occasions. People find it difficult to be upset or mad around her because she radiants warmth and happiness.

With a warm demeanor, a lot of people tend to look up to her because of her kind heart but strong will. She has been known to seem as the life of the party due to her fun loving and playful nature. Reagan loves nothing more than being able to make someone laugh. She is very extroverted about many things but may also seem introverted when it comes to more personal things about herself. Her outgoing nature also makes her always up for an adventure. It’s been said on many occasions that she is quite impulsive. Reagan has always felt life was too short to live with regrets of things she didn’t do. So, while others might stand back, she dives head first into any adventure she can.

Although some people make think her overly friendly and caring nature are a facade, on the contrary she is completely genuine. Reagan is of the mindset that life is too short to be anything but herself. Why have enemies when you can have friends? She’s found that, on average, her friendly, sincere personality has a magnetism which allows her to make a lot of friends. People know with her, she’ll be honest, sincere and truly care about what is best for them in every way. And while, she might not be the most open with her own personal matters, whenever asked she always answers, even if she isn’t a fan of what that entails.

Because of Reagan’s nature to see the best in everyone and be the hopeless optimist, she tends to be fairly naive. When someone does something horrible, she doesn’t understand how it’s possible for them to do something like that. How could they live with themselves? She has a hard enough time accepting that she may have to kill someone out of self defense, or protection of a loved one. She is innocent in many aspects which gives her a strong moral compass but can haze her judgement with matters of the heart. This sometimes can make her seem a bit judgmental of decisions someone else makes, but she always tries to be open and understanding.






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H I S T O R I A R U M


It was easy to see why Poseidon was drawn to Reagan's mother. She was a Navy Seal. A warrior that lived on the sea, defending her country. Not to mention she was beautiful and smart. When Poseidon met her, he too was a "Seal." Before he left he even told her about who he really was. Of course, at first she didn't believe him but after proving it she had no choice but to. Surprisingly, she was very understanding. And even though Poseidon had to leave, she knew he cared about her. Even though Poseidon was one of the busier Gods he always made time to visit her once she had the baby and so Reagan would grow up knowing him.

Growing up moving from one Army base to another, it was hard for Reagan to make friends. She was often bullied due to her small size and quiet demeanor. When she was 6 some kids were picking on her at the base's pool. The larger kids picked her up and threw her into the pool. If it wasn't bad enough that she couldn't swim, they also held her head under the water. Reagan held her breath as long as possible but when she could no longer she inhaled. To her surprise she was still able to breath without a problem. Shortly after that she blacked out. Reagan doesn't remember what happened during the blackout. All she remembers is coming back seeing the kids that were picking on her bloody with broken noses. The pool was half empty and the concrete around it cracked like there was an earthquake. That was the moment Reagan found out she was different. That night when she talked to her mother, she told her about everything. It took her awhile to believe it but after enough unexplainable events, Reagan had no choice but to believe her mother.

By the time she was a teenager, Reagan was practically a fish with how much time she spent in the water. Poseidon began visiting her more now that she knew who he really was. It made things easier since he didn't have to hide anything from her. Reagan was a natural Poseidon child. All she ever did in her free time was swim and with her natural abilities she was better than anyone she knew. Taking advantage of that she began competing in swimming competitions. Eventually she made it so far as to get to Nationals and if she placed she would go to the Olympics. Reagan unknowingly swam an entire race without taking a single breath. So naturally people noticed and accused her of cheating. Although they weren't able to prove it. She was still disqualified. Even though she could no longer compete her parents were proud of her and she continued to swim in her free time.

Not long after the Nationals scandal, Poseidon pitched the idea of Reagan going to the Academy. Her mother thought it to also be a good idea, especially since Demi Gods apparently have targets over their head from the second they are born. And even though Reagan was reluctant to leave her mother, she agreed to go since her father told her she could contact him whenever she wanted. She's been there for over a year, and sees the Academy as her home.





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So begins...

Reagan Devereux'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
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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
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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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Character Portrait: Lux Slade Character Portrait: Cadence Perry Character Portrait: Reagan Devereux Character Portrait: Percival Reese Character Portrait: Asher Scott Character Portrait: Kal Min-Su Character Portrait: Chauncey Moore
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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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Normally, Ali would have talked out his Agon worries with June, but when she presented him with an obscene amount of chocolate muffins, he knew that he should probably avoid bringing up any of his problems with her. At least for now. Normally, with problems he didn’t want to talk to his sister about, he’d go talk to Elliot, but he seemed pretty busy inspiring and helping students who had powers that they could actually control, and were useful. There was no way he was going to talk to his own teammates about his anxieties (they didn’t deserve that. They had their own worries and he would only make it worse.), and talking to someone on a different team, regardless of how close they were, just felt like a bad idea. So- believe it or not- he’d spent the days leading up to the Agon (and, by default, the party) brooding by himself, eating muffins.

He wasn’t really sure he wanted to go to the party. Parties weren’t usually his idea of a good time. He didn’t like loud music, he didn’t like crowds (he didn’t like fun, said the helpful depreciating voice inside his head), so he wasn’t sure what good going would be. But Reagan said she was going, and before he knew it he was saying he’d be there.

So there he was. At this party. Woo-hoo. He felt really out of his element. Looked it, too. It wasn’t as if he never got together with his friends, but all of this paired with the quickly approaching Agon was a little overwhelming.

He scanned the crowd when he’d arrived; there were plenty of people he’d consider friends hanging around. Should he say hi? Most of them seemed to be having a decent enough time without him. He didn’t want to be a buzzkill. You’re always a bit of a buzzkill. Why does anyone hang out with you? A compelling question; certainly something to consider late at night as he fell asleep.

He would need a drink if he was going to stay at this party.

However, as he stared down the options at one of the open bars, he felt absolutely sure that nobody should be putting anything that glowed like that into their body. Eh, bottom’s up. This was a party. It was supposed to be fun. It was fine. He was fine.

After that, he managed to worm his way through the crowd. It wasn’t as if he was avoiding people, he was just avoiding people. A part of him wished he’d worn something less colorful, but he didn’t want to be accused of being a killjoy. Not that it wouldn’t have been a fair accusation.

Then he’d found Reagan, or she’d found him. He didn’t know who’d spotted who first, but she was impossible to miss in that outfit. “Oh, thank god,” He said as he approached her, quickly pulling her into a potentially-awkward-but-not-at-all-awkward one armed hug. He let out a heavy sigh, which Reagan was likely more than used to hearing from him, and said, “I hate it here, Rae.”

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Character Portrait: Maya Torres Character Portrait: Lux Slade Character Portrait: Cadence Perry Character Portrait: Sebastian Rhodes Character Portrait: Reagan Devereux Character Portrait: Percival Reese Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Ali Hughes Character Portrait: Wesley Tate Character Portrait: Calden Archer
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Wes had been nursing the same glass of scotch for the better part of an hour. As he’d never been one given to the loss of control inherent to drunken revelry, that wasn’t necessarily odd, especially with the Agon starting tomorrow. Considering his role was as chief strategist for the team, one might even call his moderation prudent. What was odd however, was his lack of killer focus. Women had always been drawn to Wes, or his wealth and position at least, and that effect was quantified exponentially in the presence of his best friend Sebastian. On a normal night, he would have already sequestered one of the girls vying for his attention for the evening. The game he played was a delicate one; women were just as competitive as men, and winning was an intoxicating aphrodisiac. They’d play along for a time, but the kind of women he attracted didn’t share. If he didn’t give one their metaphorical tiara soon, the game would be a bust, no one leaving happy.

He just couldn’t make himself care, and that in itself was frustrating. Not having absolute control over his own emotions grated, and while logically Wes could identify the source of this change, he refused to acknowledge it to himself for what it was. And then, as if the mere whisper of a thought had summoned her, Lux was there, wearing the most ridiculously fetching getup he was almost embarrassed to admit he found appealing. His eyes chased her all the way to the bar with a look that smoldered like heated coals just waiting for tinder to ignite. He was so caught up, that he almost missed Seb’s remarks entirely.

“Now now, it’s not nice to tease unless you intend to follow through Seb.” Wes tossed back as a playful smirk twisting his lips. If the suddenly flushed cheeks were anything to go by, it was a proposition many of the girls here found appealing. Wes could practically see the wheels of fantasy turning in their heads as they imagined all the wicked things these two handsome men might do to each other nestled between the sheets; not to mention anyone lucky enough to be brought along for the ride. It was an amusing role to play to, and one Wes might have easily slipped into for an evening of meaningless fun…if not for those fishnets.

Hands were on Lux’s thighs, fingers twined in her fishnet stockings, and something primal and possessive roared to life savagely at the knowledge those weren’t his hands. Instead they belonged to Cadence, a practiced hand at charming unsuspecting demigods herself, and looking like the personification of sex itself in her curvaceously fringed attire. It wasn’t rational what Wes felt, like a flare of challenge one feels after spotting a true competitor threatening what was yours, but logic wasn’t driving this train at the moment. “Excuse me.” was all Wes got out before striding away, weaving through the crowd as quickly as possible. Cadence was still gone by the time he managed to make it to Lux though, leaving him standing there feeling uncharacteristically foolish.

“Are you alright?” Wes asked, feeling stupid for not having something better ready at hand to say to help him feel less off balance. “Did she try something?” He continued, eyes scanning the crowd suspiciously as he found her dancing now with Percy. He was a rival competitor from another team, but also Lux’s friend, so he evaluated the likelihood of any coordinated foul play as low.


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“Right…” Lottie agreed skeptically as her eyes followed Lucas’ retreating form, only to snag on a trim and neatly tailored form that made her more often than not feel weak, and liquid, and a little out of breath. She still couldn’t believe she was on the same team with Seb, instincts often warring between hovering close by, and fleeing in a daze of awkward panic, but now she had a legitimate excuse to talk to the beautiful son of Aphrodite, and it was dizzying. “Gods he’s beautiful…” Lottie sighed, looking moonstruck as she watched him move like a prince in command within his kingdom. He was in his element here, so confident and unapproachable it made her heartsick.

Abby's eyes followed Lottie’s gaze, landing on their teammate with much less admiration. No one with functioning eyes could deny Sebastian Rhodes was beautiful, but the appeal was greatly diminished by the fact Seb was a stuck up prick who could give Narcissus a run for his money. “Don’t feed his ego. A couple more compliments, and his head will burst.” Abby drawled flatly as she brought the bottle back to her lips to take a swig of her newly acquired whiskey.

“I just...he’s so wonderful.” Lottie gushed, taking Abby’s free hand in her own as moral support as she staring mornfully at the absolute cloud of admirers hanging about him, even as Wes made a sudden exit. Did something happen? Mustering up her courage, Lottie decided to take the spirit of the evening in hand. “We should say hello. It’s a party right, we’re teammates, it would be rude not to!” Lottie recited with forced cheer to blanket over her nerves, dragging Abby forward with her as she approached Seb and his remaining gaggle of hangerson.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” Abby warned, not nearly drunk enough for the inevitable confrontation about to ensue. In truth, she could have broken out of Lottie’s grip easily, just slipped away in the crowd and avoided this crap entirely. But Lottie was a nice kid, a little too sheltered, and so painfully besotted with Sebastian Rhodes that a blind monkey could tell. Frankly, Abby didn’t trust Seb to be gentle with the shy sophomore or her school girl crush, so if she couldn’t dissuade Lottie from doing something stupid, she could at least ruffle some of pretty boy’s feathers real good for some payback on her behalf.

“Hi Seb! I like your cuff links.” Lottie chipped before the horror of what she’d led this conversation with really hit, soldiering on with no real cognizant control over what began spilling out of her mouth at this point. “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!” Lottie laughed nervously.

Oh kid…Watching the train wreck in front of her ensue, Abby took a sympathetic pull of whiskey for them both. Nope, she was definitely not drunk enough yet for this shit, but hey, in for a penny and all that. “The glasses do help distract from that whole fathead situation. Good choice” Abby tossed out glibly, deciding it was time to kick the hornet’s nest for a proper deflection.


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Maya still hadn’t quite forgiven Helen and the others on the party commission for going with the retro rave theme over the far more appropriate spring break beach getaway (They had a lake right there for gods’ sake!) one she’d spent the better part of a year planning out. She had to admit though, that it was going well, but she still maintained her tropical slice of the party, especially in the middle of so much neon crazy, was the best part. Besides, she sure as Hades wasn’t wasting this outfit after all the time she’d spent putting it together. Threading LED lights through a coconut bra and hula skirt was a surprisingly arduous undertaking, but the results spoke for themselves.

The frozen pineapple mango concoction Maya had been sipping on was a bit strong, but there was just enough sweetness counteracting the bite to leave a myriad of flavors playing across her tongue. It also helped to calm the jitters she’d been feeling for a while now. Maya couldn’t really put a name to it. In the pit of her stomach was this persistent dread, an instinct telling her something was wrong, but she had no idea what to do about it. Was it just nerves over the Agon? Graduation maybe? She couldn’t tell, which was troubling. Maya liked to think she was pretty intune with herself and intuition, it’s part of why she’d signed up for the Agon in the first place, but this feeling was something she couldn’t puzzle out. So it looked like cocktails for now would have to suffice.

Moving through the crowd, Maya waved to friends, danced a little, and made the rounds. Things had begun livening up once the fireworks went off, and Maya couldn’t help admiring some of the more creative handiwork playing across the sky in colorful sparks. It really was a beautiful night, though outside of Cal on the dance floor earlier, she’d yet to run into any of her closer friends. Set to rectify that, Maya continued through the crowd until she spotted a colorful 90’s print shirt that was too loud to miss. “There you guys are, you look so cute!” Maya cheered as she came up and hugged Reagan and Ali from behind, careful not to spill their drinks. Ali usually hated these kinds of events, so she was thrilled to see him here now. “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.” Maya gushed, knowing her friend’s refined palate was probably their best bet for loosening up to the atmosphere.

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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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As Reagan handed him a drink, Ali glanced into the glass, briefly considering what the concoction could be. Sure, he would probably have a bit more fun after a few drinks, but he was also partly convinced that Reagan just didn’t like it. He brought the plastic cup to his lips and took a big swig. The trick, as far as Ali was concerned, was swallowing before you really got the chance to taste it. That applied to more than just alcohol.

“There you guys are,” Ali didn’t fully turn when he heard Maya’s voice, instead he just turned his head in her general direction, hardly catching a full glance at Maya before she added, "You look so cute!" And wrapped him and Reagan both in a hug. This party couldn’t be too bad; he had two of his best friends here with him, and if he knew Maya and Reagan, they weren’t going to let him be miserable. As Maya let go, Ali turned to properly face her.

He tried not to laugh, but the outfit really caught him off guard. He covered his mouth with the side of his hand. Unfortunately, Reagan had to go and say, “Nice coconuts," And he couldn’t stop the short- but loud- burst of laughter that bubbled past his lips.

“Sorry,” He said to Maya, through a smile, “You look great.” Reagan was complimenting him next, and she kissed his cheek. “Thank you.” Reagan’s whole look reminded him a bit of the highlighter he used in history class, but he decided against making the comparison.

“Ali,” He turned his head after hearing his name, and Maya got his whole attention for a moment, “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.” He raised an eyebrow; that didn’t sound half bad. Generally, he trusted that Maya would know if he’d like something.

Then Reagan said, "I'm just glad he came!" He felt the light pressure on his arm as she spoke, knowing that she meant it. He rolled his eyes, though it was more of a playful gesture than done out of annoyance. He’d said he would be there, so he came. Reagan knew what she was doing, though. "We can go dance or ogle all the cute boys... Or both."

Immediately, a certain guy popped into Ali’s head, and for a short moment he found himself halfway looking through the crowd to spot him. Really, though, it wasn’t a good idea. He probably had someone else to entertain himself with by now, and Ali didn’t need a reminder that he wasn’t special.

“I vote for both, but only if you promise to tell me if anyone catches your eye.” He didn’t much like playing the wingman, but there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do for those two. He held out a hand to Maya, a silent offer to lead her in a spin. They needed him to not be a downer, so he was going to have fun. Or at least act like he was having fun.

Besides, he didn’t mind dancing, and dancing with good friends was a lot of fun. He finished up the drink in his hand and offered an arm to both of the ladies. Wouldn’t want to lose them already.

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“Thanks!” Maya chirped, not the least bit perturbed by Ali’s laugh. She had very nice coconuts thanks, and she was happy to show them off a bit. She took Ali’s offered hand easily, giggling as he spun her for a quick twirl that left her grass over skirt whooshing about.


“Ooooh I’m always down for some ogling.” Maya agreed easily. There wasn’t anyone special she had her eye on at the moment, but she was happy to flirt about and drag her friends along for the fun. Ali in particular needed some appreciative attention. And some distance from a certain son of Aphrodite. Maya got along fine with Seb for the most part (though she certainly didn’t appreciate the way he spoke to her sister), but she knew who he was. Ali deserved to be treated like a treasure, and Seb was never going to be that guy.

So mission in mind, Maya took Ali’s offered arm and forged ahead into the dancing throng. At some point a disco ball had appeared, and the playlist began cycling through a distinctly retro mix. Maya didn’t mind, whipping out a few cheesy disco moves as their little group found an open pocket of space to claim for themselves. She spotted a few appreciative stares thrown their way, Reagan in particular looking gorgeous as she always did. There was one boy (A Zeus kid?) who was definitely looking at Ali though, and she noted to follow up on that one later.

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive!

She was dancing to the chorus line of the Bee Gee’s classic when the telltale pickling sensation behind her eyes started, and Maya’s heart jumped into her throat. Now?! Why the hell was she having one now?! “Ali-!” That was the only warning she got out before any feeling of normal consciousness fled.

Instead of a crowded makeshift dance floor, Maya was in a narrow stone corridor. It was dimly lit and oddly enough, she could still hear the music echoing eerily off the walls. Disoriented, Maya felt her way across the cold stone wall toward the open door that was her only source of light. An iron tang tinged the air, and Maya pulled her hands back when they touched something slick. As she got closer to the light, the source of the stomach turning scent became obvious. Every surface in the room was painted with blood, as if some kind of macabre artist had worked with gore instead of oils. On the table however, was a marble bust of her father, remarkably clear but for the long train of blood coming from his eyes…

Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me
Somebody help me, yeah, I'm stayin' alive!


Maya snapped back to reality harshly, kneeling on the floor. “Air!” Maya begged weakly, still feeling too frail to pull herself to her feet.


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Wes wasn’t used to being unready with words. He was a planner, he scrutinized the field, pinpointed weak points, and then pressed forth mercilessly until his objective was achieved. Other people's feelings or opinions about it didn’t really matter outside ensuring their cooperation. With Lux though that...instinct failed him. He worried about what he said, how she'd react to it. Would she get angry? Would it make her feel better? Would he just make things worse? It almost annoyed him that he cared about something so trivial, but it mattered to him.

“Of course I worry about you. We’re teammates. Nothing is more pressing than watching out for each other right now.” Wes said tightly, dragging his eyes away from their adversary and back to Lux. Her body language was defensive, clearly uncomfortable. He needed to...do something about that. For the team. Maintain morale and...yes, that. It was his duty as their leader.

As the music shifted to the next song, this one a slower classic from the 80’s, Wes glanced at the dance floor, and then back at Lux. He extended out a hand in offer, trying not to look as awkward as he felt. The offer was spur of the moment, the ramifications not even remotely thought out, but the urge to dance with Lux was instant and strong, and for once Wes let himself not think about it too closely. “Do me the honor of this dance?

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“Well you are the expert on bitchiness, so I suppose you’d know.” Abby threw back casually, their constant jabs too routine to really be offended. Honestly, she’d been expecting something a little more creative, but it was easy to tell Seb was distracted, his attention clearly split between them and something by the dance floor. A quick glance of her own, and Abby knew why, for once the two demigods in complete agreement with their distaste, if for entirely different reasons. Lux could do so much better than Wesley Tate. She was moral and good, and he was a cutthroat dick, and Abby could not for the life of her understand the attraction a blind person could see those two dancing around.

Lottie on the other hand was too busey blushing as her mind tried to wrap around the suggestion of actually getting to be in Seb’s room to process much else. Abby looked on with a bit of pity. No one was really immune to an Aphrodite kid when they chose to turn on the charm, but Abby liked to think a heavy dollop of loathing might keep the manifestation of any forced attraction firmly violent. Mostly, the child of Ares was surprised and reluctantly relieved Rhodes had been so gentle in his handling there. Lottie was a sweet kid with a school girl crush, and they both knew he wasn’t capable of giving Lottie what she wanted from him.

”Does that mean your costume’s young Hefner or European gigolo? They’re both so tacky, it’s hard to choose.” Abby smirked. They didn’t have to pretend to get along until tomorrow. Best to get some things worked out of the system now.

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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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i worried a lot. will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall i correct it?

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"I only have eyes for you."

Typically, Ali might have said something about how disappointing that was going to be for Reagan in a few years, but the spirit of the party had him in a lighter mood. “I’ll save a dance for you, then.” He said, as if he were expecting to be swarmed with gentlemen vying for his attention. But he noted how Reagan seemed flustered at his insistence that he tell her if she spotted anyone she liked, and a part of him knew he was going to pry into that later.

Getting through the crowd to find a suitable spot on the dance floor was less than ideal, but eventually the three of them found a little space to claim. Ali enjoyed himself, right down to the disco music and the cheesy dance moves. Really, if there was the potential that he was going to die tomorrow, he was glad to be spending this time with his two best friends. Reagan and Maya were always there for him- despite how annoying he was sure he could be- so really, he wasn’t sure there was anyone else he’d rather be dancing with. But, as often happens with demigods, the happy moment had to come to an end.

“Ali-!”

Hearing his name like that left Ali feeling, well, panicked. As he reached out to catch Maya, he felt instant relief that Reagan was there. It wasn’t that Maya was heavy, but he wasn’t sure he could have maneuvered himself to catch her properly on his own. She was dead weight though, and soon enough they had her kneeling on the ground. Ali stood to try and direct traffic to go around the girls instead of tripping over them. When Maya finally came to (why does every moment last an eternity in high stress situations?) gasping for air, Ali rushed to make sure Reagan did need any help steading her.

Ali nodded when Reagan asked him to grab some water for Maya. He could do that. So with little more than, “Yeah. I’ll find you.” He turned to go back through the party-goers in search of a bottle of water or… something. He wanted to grab the water and get to his friends. He knew that Maya would be fine, but it was still vaguely worrying, and if some water would potentially help then dammit he was going to get her some water.

It seemed that everyone who wanted water had already grabbed all the bottles up, because there didn’t seem to be a bottle left in the place… At least, according to the first few people he asked.

“I’ve got 7-Up.” Announced the person behind the bar.

Not water but, “Yeah, that’ll do.”

A few seconds more and Ali was making his way through the crowd again, plastic cup of lemon-lime soda in hand. When he finally hit the fresh air, he had to admit it was kind of refreshing. He hadn’t realized how claustrophobic the party really was until he’d stepped out of it. It only took a moment to find Maya and Reagan once he was outside, and he quickly made his way to the bench they were seated on. “Here,” He said, offering the cup to Maya, “I couldn’t find any water.” He gave an apologetic smile along with the soda, failing to mention that he hadn’t looked that hard.


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