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Jasmine Saule

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a character in “In Demigods We Trust”, originally authored by Wiley, as played by RolePlayGateway

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First Punch {Nothing More} ✧ Friendly Fire {Nothing More} ✦ Monsters {Sick Puppies} ✧ God Went North {Nothing More } ✦ Yellow Flicker Beat {Lorde } ✧ Seven Devils {Florence and The Machine}
{β€œShe was fury, she was wrath, she was vengeance.”}
- Sarah J. Maas





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| N A M E |
{Jasmine Aija-Carlie Saule}"My parents couldn't decide on what to call me, so they stuck me with this mess."

| N I C K N A M E |
{Jazz or Jacs}"Only friends call me Jacs, to anyone else its Jazz, alright?"

| A G E |
{18} "Almost an adult, what a scary concept."

| G E N D E R |
{Female}"If that wasn't apparent, I suggest investing in some glasses."

| P A R E N T |
{Ares}"I'm just glad I inherited most of my mothers physical features.""

| B I R T H D A T E |
{May 3rd; Taurus} "Mess with the bull, get the horns, hah!"
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| E T H N I C I T Y |
{Canadian of Latvian and Greek Descent} "In other words I'm a mutt."

| S E X U A L I T Y |
{ Homosexual (Lesbian)}"Some people just don't understand..."





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{β€œSome people take offense like it's a limited time offer.”}
- Tim Fargo







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| H E I G H T |
{5'4"}

| W E I G H T |
{119lbs}

| E Y E C O L O R |
{Bright, silvery blue}

| H A I R C O L O R |
{Dyed Black, Naturally Dark Brown}

| A P P E A R A N C E |
{ Odd is one way to describe Jazz. She prefers it over the alternatives, those being goth or punk, since she sees herself as neither. Just because she prefers dark clothes, and lots of leather doesn't give anyone the right to label or stereotype her. She just likes this specific style and type of clothing. No crime there. A lot of her clothing choices are risquΓ©, with low dipping shirts and skirts layered over black leggings and thigh high boots. Unless its cold, in which case she layers up until there's no possible way of feeling cold at all. Other than black clothing she has been known to wear a lot of tans, greys, and pinks. She doesn't limit herself to her preferences so it isn't odd to see her in full black one day and in a more feminine pink dress the next. She doesn't think her appearance matters much in the end.

Other than her clothing preference her general appearance stays fairly consistent. She keeps the make-up to a minimum, often simply lining her eyes with dark eyeliner to make the silvery blue color pop more. Her skin can be considered pale, despite in certain lights taking on a yellowy-tan appearance. Her hair is long, dyed black, and impossibly straight. Her bangs falling across her forehead. Often times she will add colors to her hair, and though not so often she will also style it into messy updos or similar styles. She is in fact quite talented with doing hair, she has been cutting it and dying it on her own for a long time now.

Jazz is confident in her appearance, and it shows in the way she holds herself. Perfect posture, head held straight, she does not hide away from the world but rather attacks it with exuberance. Her smiles are bright and cheerful, and her sadness is as equally emotive. The expressions she puts forth are usually very obvious, and there is not much she can hide away.

| O D D I T I E S |
{Hint of a Canadian Dialect. Ears pierced, and Navel pierced. Two freckles beside her lips.}







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{"The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off."}
- Joe Klaas




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| P E R S O N A L I T Y |
✦ {Confident/Arrogant} ✧ {Brave/Headstrong} ✦ {Usually Calm/Explosive Anger} ✧ {Flirty/Brazen} ✦

The good - Jazz has always been confident, in herself, and in her actions. Never shying away, or hiding herself from the world. Always a go-getter, she does what she wants and takes no captives while doing it. A fairly brave young woman with a talent for getting in to many-a-crazy and awkward situations. All taken in stride of course. Always to resurface and use those situations as stories for the future. She takes careful notes in her mind, wanting to hold on to the good times for as long as they may last. She is bright, and not in the way of intelligence, in fact her intelligence is considerably average if not sort of below (that never gets her down though, she just knows she has to work harder in school to fix this.) No, her brightness is more in the way of her appearance. Her smiles, her laughs, and in the way she isn't afraid to express herself or talk to others. She makes friends in the easiest of ways, and doesn't think twice about talking to a stranger either.

If nothing else, she is a shoulder to lean on. A strong force willing to shield her friends from the oncoming storm. She is a listener just as much as a talker. Her advice though is often best not taken (she usually suggests violent methods of solving problems, not exactly the best way to go in most cases.) Most of the time she is level and calm. Someone who is equally fun to hang out with as she is to just talk to. She is also a flirt, but more in a teasing way than anything. When she really likes someone enough to go after them she does it in a respectful manner (but sometimes her emotions get in the way here.)

The Bad - Her confidence often comes off as arrogance. Her flaunting considered bragging, and the way she thinks she needs to be there for everyone often viewed as she is showing unwarranted pity. She does not know people often view her this way. Making it all the worse when someone calls her out for it, or rudely brushes her off. She is headstrong, and that makes her a danger to herself and others. She would be likely to rush into a situation half-armed and without proper back up. Her brazen show of bravery something that is likely to get herself and others in the future badly injured. On another note with the flirt side of her, she is often too willing to say or do things that are embarrassing or awkward in order to gain attention.

She is also always waiting for the other shoe to drop, and a bit of a pessimist if she is being honest with herself. She has little to no drive to fix a broken relationship, and is more often than not willing to wallow in self pity over it for an extended period of time. This is a show of great weakness, and something that often strains her when thought about - she thinks of herself as a better person, and when confronted with the fact that she is not she feels a sense of misplaced identity. she finds that more often than not people always leave, she tries not to think about it, but finds it incredibly hard to trust on a deeper level because of it. This is why many of her relationships with friends, and girlfriends, have failed so many times. She is not willing to let herself be vulnerable long enough to be loved. In fact she does not think herself deserving of love, or care in general.

The Ugly (Traits from her father) - Jazz had managed to escape some of the usual traits that the children of Ares carry into their lives, but there is one thing above all else that she can never manage to fully control. Her explosive, over the top, mind blowing anger. Its a major issue, something she tries hard to mask or hide away but is always unable to stop once the pot bubbles over. Sometimes she blacks out, sometimes she doesn't. Most all the time when she is triggered she is more than willing to throw punches or act like a total dick. She hates this, but its so ingrained in her that its hard to stop.

Its why she puts so much enthusiasm towards physical activities and sword fighting. Using them as outlets to work out the anger, and to keep herself from becoming the person she really doesn't want to become.







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{"Most misunderstandings in the world could be avoided if people would simply take the time to ask, "What else could this mean? ."}
- Shannon L. Alder




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| P O W E R S |
{Super Strength } Oh she is strong alright, more so than one could ever imagine. But she often subdues her own strength, preferring the challenge. This ability is stronger than her durability, but just like durability the effectiveness can drop given a certain amount of damage done to her body. Super bad injuries in fact can drain her strength a significant amount until she is healed. She believes this to be a countermeasure against further harm while her body is repairing.

{Durability} She is durable, but not durable enough. She can push past her limits better than others, and can suppress pain for a certain amount of time, but eventually with each new injury this ability begins to get weighed down. The longer she fights, and the harder she gets hit the more her power drops.

{Weapon Manifestation} The strongest out of her three abilities, she has impressive control over this ability and has been praised for it in the past. Quickly being able to pull a sword from thin air, or any other primitive weapon for that matter is an exceedingly effective ability to have when there's danger just around the corner. It helps that she is familiar with a lot of weapons, and can easily visualize them in her mind.

| S T R E N G T H S |At Least five. Repeat if needed.
✦ Bravery - A good think most of the time, she is not afraid to do what needs to be done.
✧ Friendliness - Meaning that she can make allies.
✦ Loyalty - She doesn't betray her own.
✧ Morality - She knows the difference between right and wrong.
✦ Confidence - A good and a bad thing, her confidence makes many aspects of her life better, and some worse.

| W E A K N E S S E S |As many or more as Strengths. Repeat if needed.
✦ Emotional Fragility - Being hurt by others really gets to her.
✧ Temper - An explosive temper makes her a wildcard, and can be something that drives people away.
✦ Over Confidence - Being overly confident can lead to dire mistakes.
✧ Boundaries- She has little to no sense of personal boundaries.
✧ Black Outs - following her temper, black outs are not uncommon when experiencing a bout of anger. Usually followed by fighting.







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{"The things we enjoy, are invaluable."}
- Unknown




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| H O B B I E S |
✦ Crafting - "Like with construction paper and Sh*t"
✧ Watching TV - "TV is life."
✦ Collecting Antique Swords - "Is that lame? I feel like people might think its lame."

| H A B I T S |
✧ Partying - "I've got a bad habit of doing illegal things at such parties - so, partying in and of itself is a bad habit."
✦ Swearing - "I try not to so much anymore, but swears still slip out."
✧ Grinding teeth - "I do it mostly when I'm asleep or bored."

| L I K E S |
✦ Girls - "Obviously."
✧ Action - "Action books, action tv show, most anything else is boring."
✦ Spicy Food - "The hotter the better."
✧ Going Out - "I absolutely hate being cooped up."
✦ Adventuring - "There's just something so freeing when you don't plan ahead of time and just wing it."

| D I S L I K E S |
✦ Know It All - "Horray! You're smart! But don't go overboard with it."
✧ Condescension - "This sort of goes hand in hand with sarcasm."
✦ Blacking Out - "Oh shoot, actually this is worse than reruns. Blacking out sucks, and it gives me migraines."
✧ Reruns - "Nothings worse."
✦ Sitting Still - "I couldn't even manage to do this, even If I did like it."

| G O A L S |
✦ Become Somebody - "By this I mean, somebody who is worth it. Somebody who can provide for themselves in this world."
✧ Love - "I want to find that perfect someone...doesn't everyone want that?"
✦ Putting her past behind her - "I don't want to remember anymore."

| F E A R S |
✧ Disease - "I know because I'm a demigod that I probably don't have to worry about this. Doesn't make me any less afraid."
✦ Death of a Loved One - "I've already gone through it once, I don't want to go through it again."
✧ Death Itself - "I'm not ready to go yet."





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{β€œYour perspective on life comes from the cage you were held captive in.” }
- Shannon L. Alder




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| B I R T H P L A C E |
Ontario, Canada

| H I S T O R Y |

Jazz didn't know who she was for a very long time, not only the demigod part of her life, but herself as a whole. Ares had left her mother shortly after her conception. Knowing him as she does now it isn't surprising, he is strong, a god, and he would never be trapped in a domestic life. She was a lonely child, with only her mother whom she loved but could not rely on. Her mother was sick, very sick, and she just did not understand it. Jazz spent most of her young life watching her mother go to and from the hospital, waiting in the designated kiddie room until she would return pale faced and trembling. Jazz did not understand that she was dying - maybe if she had it would have been much easier.

But then there were days when her mother got better, a few months of bliss where Jazz didn't have to wait for her at the hospital. A stretch of months where she didn't have to be lonely anymore because her mother was strong enough to look after her. And in that stretch of months her mother met the charming John Hale. He had a daughter of his own, just a few years younger than Jazz who quickly became Jazz's best friend. The two children watched the progression of their parents relationship. Soon it developed into a marriage, and Jazz couldn't have been happier.

Until her mother got sick again. It put a strain on all of them, the hospital bills, the sadness, everything was turning bad again. however this time Jazz had John and Anya there for her as well as for her mother. It didn't soften the blow any when her mother succumbed to her illness. What did help was that they didn't leave her, and when it came down to where she would end up from there on they accepted her still. John never remarried after that, so she was once again living in a single parent home. But as far as she was concerned her life wasn't bad. In fact, it was good.

That is until she discovered the truth. She had always been oddly strong, not as susceptible to injury, and the first time she manifested a weapon she knew that she was different. The situation had been horrible, she was only fourteen, at that tender age where kids started to get into bad habits. Partying, and what not. She had been invited to a party held by a sophomore. That night she hadn't planned on getting drunk, which is why after a single drink she realized that something was wrong. Her head was getting hazy - she realized with a sinking gut feeling that she had been drugged. But apparently she hadn't been given a strong enough dose to knock her out. The people who had drugged her were trying to take her somewhere, and she fought back. After the first punch was thrown she suddenly found herself locked in an all out brawl against this person.

Everything was a blur, and all she could think about was gutting the kid for trying anything funny with her. And in that instant she felt something heavy in her hand, it a crude dagger, its twisted handle fit perfectly to her hand. She was so surprised she didn't even know what to do. Until a punch to the head sent her to the ground. She blacked out. Thankfully when she came to she was in a friends car, and had not seriously injured anyone at all. But it was still a traumatizing event for her. After that she went home and went through her mothers things, trying to find some sign that would tell her what the hell she had done. She came across Ares name, and found out that getting into contact with him would be her best bet.

It was hard, and the process took forever but she finally managed to reach him. He was rough, and sort of mean, but they met nonetheless and he told her she would benefit from attending the academy. So she did just that.




| F A M I L Y T I E S |
{Mother - Audra Saule} "Shes dead now...cancer. I miss her, so much...I don't want to talk about her anymore."
{Father - Ares } "He's rough, but he isn't completely evil, I try and stick to ducking my head when he's around. He isn't the nicest person, but he has taken notice of my excellent control over weapon manifestation. Even if everything else about me probably disappoint, not that I'd know because I don't even know him. I'm sure he doesn't know me either."
{Step Father - John Hale} "Dads always taken care of me and Anya, I love him, more so than most people can muster for their step-parents. But I've never known any other parent so its not like there's a difference. We keep in touch as much as possible, its hard living apart from him and Anya." (Portrayed by Alex Carter)
{Step Sister - Anya Hale} "My little sister, best friend, and greatest confidant." (Portrayed by Ana Golja)




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| F C |
Ksenia Solo
| C O L O R |
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| P R O T R A Y E D B Y |
Wiley

So begins...

Jasmine Saule's Story

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Blood On My Name
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The tower stands as tall as any man made construct, it looms over the island of Aeaea, keeping a watchful eye over the island, and standing as a reminder of the Gods presence to the Demigods that take residence on it's shores, and within it's walls no mortal, human or otherwise, has stepped foot inside of it. At the top of the tower, in it's highest inner sanctum rests the Chamber of Council, a meeting place for the Gods to discuss the state of affairs, and other topics that they deem worthy of their time.

In the Chamber of Council, on the first day of the fall semester for the academy, and the day where most of it's students are returning from summer break, on this day Zeus has called forth a meeting. The inside of the chamber is a large, open clear sky with no sighs of a door, or any sighs that it is in fact a room. "I have gathered you all here today to discuss a disturbing vision Apollo has had. Apollo if you will." Zeus stated, his voice being thunderous, and commanding, as one would expect the king of the Gods to sound.

"Right, thank you for such a stellar introduction." Apollo smirked, but was responded by an annoyed groan by Zeus before he returned to the topic at hand. "Well lads, and lasses, I've recently had a vision that I feel like I should share with the group. You know, as the humans say sharing is caring." "Get to the point idiota!" Ares snarled at him, which was followed by a chuckle by Hermes. Zeus shoot a quick glare at both of them that caused them to shut right up. "Anyways, my vision is about the academy, and I believe that it will come to pass soon."

"I saw blood, a river of it. An invasion of Minotaurs, and iron birds. The sky shattering to pieces, and the tower here crumbling."
Apollo explained. "What bothers me the most is that it was.....hazy, unclear. It reminded me...." Before Apollo finished his sentence he looked over at Zeus, as if asking him permission to go forward. Zeus gave him a nod to proceed. "It reminds me of the fall of Olympus....it's....as jumbled, and foggy as it was. It was too late when I got my vision about Olympus, I fear it might be too late for Aeaea."

"Minotaurs? That's impossible! They were killed off, me and Artemis made sure of that." Ares stated as he pointed over to Artemis, who merely grunted in agreeance. "And as always Ares you entirely missed the point." Athena chimed in. "This is troublesome. This is obviously related. The question is how. How can these events be related if they are millennia apart?" Athena pondered as she rubbed her chin. "I have been saying it for decades, we need to shore up our defenses! Increase patrols, personal, better weaponry, and equipment!" Ares stated. "If it was up to you dear brother this entire island would become a military compound rather than a place of learning."

"And would that be a bad thing? What are we preparing them for if not to fight in our name?" Artemis chimed in. "War is not something that a civilized people work towards." Athena stated in her ever present cold manner. "Pfft, war is the law of nature. Survival of the fittest, the weak will be rooted out in it's embrace." Ares growled. Before another word could be said shadows suddenly appeared within the center of the room, forming into a doorway that Hades stepped out of.

"Well I hope I didn't miss anything too interesting." Hades said as he took off his red tinted sunglasses, and placed it in his overcoat's pocket. "Nice of you to finally join us brother." Poseidon said in an annoyed tone. "Well you know me little brother, always have to make an entrance." He smirked. "We were discussing a vision I had, about the destruction of the academy, and the island." Apollo stated, bringing him up to speed. "Oh, well that does sound like it may be a problem. Let me know how it turns out for you. I have my own dealings to take care of, the Underworld doesn't run itself you know."

"We must prepare ourselves. Ares, you are correct, we must shore up our defenses. You are also correct Athena, we can not turn this island into a military base, we must not tip off those that work against us that we know something." Zeus ordered as he finally spoke again after taking in everything. "Ares, Hephaestus you two will enhance our defenses, and prepare our security forces for anything that may happen. Artemis, Athena I want you two to help Apollo make sense of his visions. As for the rest of you it shall be business as usual. Keep a watchful eye out for anything that may be out of the ordinary. That is all, you are dismissed."

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✧ Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of These) ✦ Clothing: Shirtless with Pajamas Bottoms ✧
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"Boom! There goes your head!" "No fair, you always know where the rocket launchers spawn! Cheater!" "I'm sorry you suck so bad." This type of talk went on between a young Jensen, and his little brother Nolan as they played a video game. "So where do you want to lose at next? Beaver Creek?" Jensen then looked over at his brother. Nolan was leaning against the wall in the far back, with a large chunk of his shirt burnt off, and a large burn on his chest. Jensen, on instinct, rushed to his brother's side, who was shaking, and gasping for air.

"Nolan!" Jensen shouted as he got over to his brother. He lightly slapped Nolan on his face, and tried shaking him to wake him up. Then Nolan just completely turned into ash. Jensen stood there in shock as the remains of his brother slipped through his fingers. The surroundings then changed around Jensen, now being in a cemetery, and standing over a grave marked with Nolan's name. Jensen looked down, and at the other graves lined up in the row. The names were familiar. Amanda Cartwright, Isaac Herbert, Grayson Foster, Keo Kealoha, Kai Kealoha, and the list goes on. All people he goes to school with.

Jensen stared at the names, especially Amanda's as he began hyperventilating. Panic then began to set in as he stepped away from the graves. Jensen bumped into something, stopping him from moving backwards. He turned around to see it was Zeus towering over him. "It's only a matter of time Jensen. It's only a matter of time before you destroy everything." Zeus said as he pushed Jensen forward. "Like....You....Always....Do." Zeus said as he poked Jensen in the chest with each word. Jensen then fell back into a open grave, seemingly falling for miles.

Jensen's eyes shot open as he awoke in his bed. He ran his hand down his face, and looked over beside him to see Amanda still asleep. Jensen looked over at his clock on his nightstand, it was nearly seven o'clock now. Jensen sat up as slowly as he could, and got out of bed, trying not to wake Amanda up. He knelled down, and pulled out a suitcase underneath his bed, and opened it up, taking out a couple boxes from it. Presents he got for Amanda during his summer break. Though they were all but boyfriend and girlfriend, just not officially. Jensen likes his privacy, and so they're on the down low, though he's pretty sure most, if not all of the students at the know they are seeing each other.

Jensen looked over at Amanda, and let out a sigh. 'What am I doing?' He wondered to himself as he watched her. Jensen laid down next to Amanda, and wrapped his arm around her, and began kissing her below her ear, and down her neck. "Hey, time to get up." He said, trying to give her as pleasant a wake up call as possible. He placed his hand on her chin, and gently pushed her to face him, and then he passionately kissed her on the lips.

"Oh! I didn't have the time to tell you this last night, but I got you a little something over the break. Well a couple of little things." He said as he placed the boxes he took from his suitcase, and placed them on the bed. He opened them up, one contained a first edition Outlander novel, another had four multi color seashells, and then a smaller box that contained seashell necklace. "Didn't know if you had the book or not, I know you like those romance novels so I got it for you. And I know how much you like shells, so....uh there you go. Hope you like them, not much of a gift giver."

Jensen's phone then made a noise, signaling that he got a text message. Jensen leaned over, and grabbed his phone to read the message.

{From: Thomas Elliot}
{Club meeting at the usual spot. Now.}


Jensen sighed as he closed out of his messages.

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Isaac's head bobbed up and down as he listened to his music blasting loudly as he worked on a circuit board. He worked on the circuit board with a pair of goggles pushed down on his face to protect his eyes from sparks that would fly off from the circuit. He was in his secret lab where he works on his more sensitive projects. Behind him stood several tall figures each covered with a sheet.

Isaac then heard his phone going off, signaling that he got a text. He sighed as he laid his tools down, and calmly lifted his goggles up to rest on his forehead. Isaac flicked his wrist to bring up his text messages. Though to anyone seeing him, if there was anyone around to see him he'd just look like he was spazing out.

{From: Thomas Elliot}
{Time for a club meeting. Coming to you. The Thunderer will be along shortly.}


Isaac rolled his rolled. The Thunderer, Jensen. Ugh. How he ever got stuck with working with that idiot was beyond him. Though he did have his uses. He was useful as a power source when he needed a lot of energy, and he couldn't very well plug into any old outlet. And Jensen was also rather strong, almost abnormally strong for a Demigod of Zeus. But still, being the only person that he could really work with was rather bothersome.

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"Do you really have to go?" Jasmine looks up the doorway of her childhood bedroom, catching sight of a brown stain on the ceiling before trailing her eyes downward to stop on Anya. Her little sister dressed to the nines in an outfit that was once Jasmines before she began to dress in her unusual fashion. Anya approaches her bedside quickly, forcefully pushing Jazz to the side in order to lay down next to her. "I'm going to miss you." Her little sister mumbles around a clenched frown.

"I know," Jazz replies, "I'd take you guys with me if I could." Anya groans. Jazz rolls off the bed and turns towards her hanging mirror. Smoothing out the wrinkles in her clothes. "So why can't you?" Anya gripes, sitting up now, blatantly pouting with her arms crossed. Jazz would tease her about acting like a kid if she thought it wouldn't upset her so much.
"Dad wants you to finish school, you know that, besides this is my last year An." Jazz half turns, still checking over her appearance in the mirror. Its going to take a damn long time to get to Aeaea if she continues to dally but she honestly could care less about schedules. "Dad sucks," her sister complains. She doesn't press the issue, thank god. Jazz removes herself from in front of the mirror and goes to pack up the rest of her belongings. Mostly spare outfits and a few DVDs bought over the summer to watch with friends later. As well as hiding away a few new weapons for her antique collection.

After eating breakfast with the family, she packs away into the car with her sister. John had work that morning, so he couldn't wave her off at the airport. Her sister at least didn't have school until later that day. By the time they pull into a free parking space Jazz is well and truly beginning to miss home already. "Be good An, stay in school." She whispers in her sisters ear as they hug. Anya pulls away, visibly rolling her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you better text me!"

"You bet your ass I will," Jazz replies.

The flight is too long, and too boring. Jazz passes her time by manifesting tiny handheld weapons, making sure that nobody sees her while doing so. Practicing helps her concentrate, and that keeps her from going completely stir crazy. The rest of the trip passes without incident, ending with her at the island, standing in the middle of her dorm with two suitcases full to the brim with crap to stuff her room with. She works quickly to unpack. She shoots her sister a quick text once shes gone to let her know she arrived.

Incoming Message From: An

"GOOD! Dad says to stay safe, no trouble, and no more calls from teachers about fighting."

Jazz smiles to herself, shooting her sister a delightfully snarky reply. Boredom has already set in, the island isn't fun unless friends are around. She sheds a few layers of clothes before going out. The hot sun shining against her shoulders will no doubt tan the pallid skin in no time. She heads into the town, wandering aimlessly until she catches sight of a familiar face. Vitalia Grigori, not exactly a friend but Jazz has slowly been working on that.

"Vitalia! Hey!" Jazz enters the CafΓ© excitedly, waving a small hello to the Barista. Another 'friend' of hers, "The usual please Shara," She says in passing and goes to sit with the younger blonde girl. Uninvited, but clearly not bothering to be bashful about their encounter. "I hope you don't mind," Jazz says, motioning broadly to the table, "So how was your summer?"




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β€œGood morning Vietnam!”

Poor Jo had been sleeping so soundly. And rightfully so, considering the events of last night. She only had one beer at the bonfire, but she had gotten drunk on something else. Something blonde, electric, and very, very… tiring. Her limbs screamed in resistance as she struggled to lift her head from the soft, warm bed. They screamed so much so that Jo listened and let herself flop back down, clinging to the source of warmth that was lying sprawled in the bed by her. Perhaps what she heard was just a part of her dream…

β€œWake up, princess!”

That one was what woke Jo up fully. She jerked to attention, immediately grabbed the blankets and pulling them up to cover her bare body. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the amount of light in the room, so she had to blink rapidly. But once Jo was able to see who was in the room with her, she groaned inwardly. She could practically sense the amount of shit she was going to get for this later.

"Why, Miss Lysandra... Fornicating with a student? What would Artemis think?"

Jo huffed and sat up, making sure to keep the sheet over herself. β€œLike I give a shit about what Arte thinks. If anything, Zeus would have a problem with me sleeping with his favorite daughter.” She grabbed her pillow, staring rather sternly at Dimitri. β€œOther than the gods, the only person who’d have a problem with this would be the headmistress, but we’re going to keep this on the down low, right?” Without even waiting for the boy’s response, Jo leapt forward in a very cat like manner. She shoved the pillow over Dimitri’s face and knocked him backwards, stunning him for long enough for her to be able to put on most of her clothes. Her shirt and shorts were on, but her undergarments remained strewn across the floor. She had plenty more at home.

β€œHey, what time is… fuck.” Once Jo caught sight of the clock, noticing the time, her eyes went wide. β€œShit shit shit… I gotta report to the headmistress in less than an hour. Going over daily plans and junk. So that means I gotta fly.” Jo hopped over Alex’s bed to the window, practically throwing it open. She turned back and flashed her million dollar smile. β€œSee you in class, Alex. Or perhaps after it.” And with a wink, Jo’s human body was suddenly replaced with that of a Peregrine Falcon. And with a screech, she was off like a bullet, flying through Alex’s window. The redhead thanked the gods that this particular falcon was so, ahem, god-damn fast.

Before even twenty minutes went by, Jo had entered her house, showered, and got dressed. She soared to the headmistress’ office, along with the rest of the staff. They were given a run down on the plan for the day, and Jo was given her schedule. She had a bit of time before first bell would ring. So, she sauntered out of the building and to the little town square. Jo blasted music into her headphones, but the second she entered the cafe, she flipped the headphones around, turning them into speakers.

Jo sang loudly to both parts of the song, not minding the stares she was getting. The redhead, quite literally, danced over to the counter. The barista, a… friend, if you could call another one of her casual-sex-buddies simply a friend, asked what she wanted. β€œTa- Do what I want, do what I want with your booody!” Jo did a quick spin, her hips shaking and her head being tossed from side to side. β€œThe usual please, sweetcheeks.” Jo stepped aside to wait for her coffee, but another person stepped forward to order. With a beaming smile, she grabbed the random woman and began dancing with her. She seemed confused at first, but Jo’s charm won over. β€œYeah we takin’ these haters and we roughin’ them up-” She let the woman go to order her coffee, only to stop midstep and throw her head back, bellowing out the line, β€œAnd we laying the club like we don’t give a fuuuuuck!” The barista slid her coffee over, Jo took a sip and winked at the barista, who promptly blushed. It was like she was in her own little music video.

Jo was about to dance out of the store when she spotted a couple of familiar faces. β€œHey, Jazz! And Talia! How’s it hanging?” She plopped down next to the two, taking a big swig of the coffee.

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The motion of her father's routine days always saddened her. And even when she tried to give him encouragement to go out and put himself on the market again, Aphrodite seemed set on countering Cassandra's efforts and unallowing Bill to move on. So she arrived at the academy days earlier to purely escape that environment and settle in with ease. Those few days without her roomie often seemed dull but she got by. Cassandra always did.

Tucked in her bed and sound asleep she was awoken by heavy, otherwise to suggest tired footing and little whines and complaints of a pair. Her sleepy mind took a while to process that it meant visitors but above all, the return of Gabby. Excitement and energy swarmed over mind and she threw her covers off and jogged cautiously to Gab's room in the dark careful not to wake the other visitor. But once she reached Gabriella's room, all the self-conscious of how quiet she had to be was gone and she pounced on the lump she could make out on the bed. "Rah!" She giggled. "Hello gorgeous!" Cassie started to bounce on the mattress with all fours and lay a firm kiss on Gab's head with a dramatic, "mwah!" sound. Then giggled. "How rude of you to sneak in and not even say hello to me. After all we've been through." Cassandra tucked her own stray hairs away and molded her shape beside Gabby. "Did you have a good break at least?" She smiled warmly. Cassandra was particularly playful and affectionate with her room mate after the long break, it wasn't always this bad.

When Cassie spotted the time though, she wasn't sorry she had jumped all over Gabrielle, but more sorry she was losing her own beauty sleep. "Oh goodness I need a few more hours." She said, genuinely startled and scrambled over her dear friend and retreated back to her own bed.
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When Cassie woke she showered and got dressed, tip-toeing out of the dorm whispering, "Morning Raven" to the girl she could now identify on the couch with the help of the morning sun, though the girl looked out cold.

Cassandra made her way quite briskly to a source of coffee while other morning birds started their day working out. But she wasn't the only one at the cafe. She exchanged quite a warm smile with the others and stepped out with her plastic cup catching Duke quite flustered. Cassandra invited himself in his company, walking quite hurriedly to keep in step with his long strides. The grace of Aphrodite letting her pull it off with a natural bloom and without spillage of her drink "What's eating you, Rocky?"

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Reagans sudden movement shook him from whatever fog had descended over him, and he felt her shift to wrap her arms around him. Resting her cheek on his shoulder, a feeling that was not entirely unfamiliar washes over him. Something he can’t exactly place, but he understands that it feels safe and warm all the same. β€œNothing or no one will tear us apart!” He misses the weight of her when she pulls back to look him in the eyes. And that determination in her words, without a single ounce of dishonesty is enough for him to realize that his fears are just that – fears that won’t ever come true because no matter what he’s found family with Reagan. "You hear me Cassidy Daly? You're stuck with me if you like it or not!" Cas almost laughs, almost pulling a face at the use of his full name. Somehow it doesn’t sound so bad coming from her lips. β€œI don’t think I could ever hate being stuck with you,” He whispers, completely honest.

"Well good because mom's already kinda preparing the house for you to live there." She looks up at Cas, and he does pull a face them. He never would have expected any different, panic mode had only momentarily blinded him from the reality of his life. "She's pulling out all the stops..." He rolls his eyes alongside her, knowing full well that all the stops have probably been demolished already or are soon to be demolished. "Ok well she bought a second dresser for my bedroom for your stuff and is getting a heavy duty washer and drier that can handle your funk." She sticks her tongue out at him playfully, and he is finally able to breathe a sigh of relief as all of his earlier panic subsides. This is real, Reagan is real, and Cas can’t keep putting himself in this strange sort of mindset where he feels like the other shoe is going to drop – it’s been enough years that he should realize by now that this friendship isn’t going to end, ever.

β€œLike you’re any better,” He snipes back, β€œIts either chlorine or sea salt with you.” What follows is nothing short of an uncomfortable silence where Reagan stares at him for a ridiculous amount of time. He shifts a little, wondering if his teasing hurt her feelings or something but after a while she makes a funny face and turns away to go braid her hair. He admires her skill, while letting the silence fall comfortably over them. There’s something wrong, he can feel it in the way that she can usually tell when he’s feeling off. But assumes its run off from the earlier tension in the room.

"So what did you want to do today?" She glances over her shoulder at him, raising a brow. "Let's just... Do something that gets us out of the dorms." His agreeance is whole hearted, if anything the rapid switch of emotions that just happened is going to give him whiplash, escape is exactly what they need to do. He waits for her to get changed before answering.

β€œLets hit the town, there’s got to be something interesting to do.” He doesn’t outright mention making any trouble, but knowing the two of them it’ll follow with time. β€œOr we could just go down to the beach, get our sun-tan on, I know how much you like seeing me without a shirt on.” He flexes and smiles goofily. He asks, standing and heading for the mirror to make sure he’s looking halfway decent. When finished with that activity he turns to face her, barely masking the concern that’s decided to invade him, β€œAre you alright? You seem a little off.” He decides against getting too serious, not wanting to ruin the new good vibes in the room. β€œNot that you aren’t always a little off,” He snarks, lightly tapping her head as he passes by.




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Talia had been dutifully ignoring the masses entering the CafΓ© up until the point she could no longer do so. "Vitalia! Hey!" Jasmine Saule – an unusual girl, not exactly someone Talia would approach on her own given a choice. But Jazz isn’t exactly one to give choice, she made sure of that the second Talia tried to tell her off last year for digging too deep into Talia’s personal life; not to mention she acts like calling Talia anything other than Vitalia is some sort of personal offense.

But Talia would also be lying if she said she hadn’t grown a sort of grudging fondness for the overly exuberant Ares girl. If anything they had more in common with their shared delusions of being more than small balls of fiery anger. "I hope you don't mind," Jazz says, motioning broadly to the table, not at all, Talia thinks to herself glumly, as if she was given a choice "So how was your summer?" Jazz continues, undeterred by Talia’s absolute lack of response.

She opens her mouth to start in on a spiel about visiting her mother and sisters for a short while but before she can get a single syllable out another person has decided to join them. β€œHey, Jazz! And Talia! How’s it hanging?” Miss Lysandra, another familiar but not altogether known face to Talia. At least she has the decency to not call her Vitalia, something that instantly warms Talia to her. Among other things, being that Jo has never done anything to cause Talia to dislike her; meaning on the short list of acquaintance/friends, Jo makes the cut. Even if she’s sort of intimidated by the fact that she’s almost the equivalent of a teacher. In fact, it’s beginning to dawn on her that she’s the youngest person at this table. This must be what her sisters feel like when they tag along with her over break to visit her own friends.

β€œIt’s been…hanging I guess.” Talia makes a pained face, as if casually joking is physically harming her. Of all the moody, broody, teenagers here, Talia is certain she is in the top 3 of the list.

β€œSummer was boring, visited family then came back and wandered around a lot.” She shrugs, almost uncomfortable to indulge even this much, β€œAll in all it wasn’t horrible, how about you guys?” She asks, hopefully deflecting Jazz’s attention to the more deserving redhead at the table. If anything is sure to make Talia uncomfortable its having the floor. Plus, if she’s going to make the effort this year to make sure-friends she’s got to learn about them.

She downs the rest of her drink in one show of spectacular idiocy, feeling a bit wired from the rush of caffeine that results and definitely feeling the burn as it slides down her throat. But against her better judgement orders another cup just to spite her own anxious feelings. No one ever accused her of being smart, or sociable, or really anything at all.