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Amelie Clark

"We can't just change who we are. But we get better. We get things wrong, and we get better."

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a character in “Land of Gods and Monsters”, originally authored by partially-stars, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"we can't just change who we are. but we get better. we get things wrong, and we can get better."
-dr alana maxwell, wolf 359




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Name:
Amelie Clark

Nickname:
Lee [friends || tolerates]
Amy [strangers || hates]

Age:
eighteen

Sexuality:
bisexual biromantic

Godly Parent:
artemis





"somewhere in between who i used to be and who i'll be tomorrow."
life of the party | all time low




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Appearance:


amelie stands at a moderate 5'6. her hair colour varies depending on the light. sometimes it's black, other times it's a medium, warm brown. she usually keeps it tied back in a messy bun, but when it's down, it falls in soft waves. amelie's eyes are a bright blue and are the feature most people are drawn to on first seeing her. amelie's figure boasts very few curves, giving her a build that would be athletic if she had more muscle. everything about her is soft and gentle. her style is understated and classy, and she seldom follows current trends. she lives in black, high waisted jeans and either black or white loose-fitting tops. she's also been known to substitute her high-waisted jeans with high-waisted skirts or shirts. these are often complemented with blazers or bomber jackets, even wearing a leather jacket with them at times. amelie is very rarely seen in colours other than black or white. if she's at home, she's in her bare feet, and will only put shoes on immediately before leaving the house. that said, she discovered at one point that she can actually run in heels if she needs to, and as a result lives in heels in her day-to-day life.




"been trying to speak for weeks and weeks, open my mouth, all that comes out is white noise"
white noise | pvris





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Personality:

to most, amelie is an enigma. she's the type of person to be able to talk to someone for hours and give away nothing about herself. if you ask anyone she used to go to school with, even the people that she was 'friends' with, they could tell you very little about her. which is exactly how amelie likes it. amelie spent most of her younger life searching for somewhere she belonged, and at times, she feels like she's still looking. amelie isn't happy to settle for everything. if somebody doesn't sit right with her, she won't keep them in her life. if that means she's alone, so be it. amelie would rather be alone than be with people that she can't connect properly with. amelie is stubborn and defensive. she's had to develop thick skin, what with being the loner as well as growing up in foster care. amelie didn't do well in class. she found it hard to concentrate, and felt like it was a waste of her time being there. she scraped passes in her classes, but it wasn't easy for her. she uses sarcasm as her armour.

but when amelie is outside, she becomes a different person. she excels at physical activities, a combination of the fact that she's artemis' daughter and the fact that it's one of only a handful of things she loves to do. when she's in the wilderness, she's at her happiest. she runs every morning and sometimes even in the evening, depending on her mood. she's happy and bright and smiles easily. she adores animals, and they seem to adore her. she seems to attract every stray cat in the streets and will stop to pet all of them. those who see her in class and when interacting with animals are amazed by the difference in her outlook. surprisingly to many, she's not vegetarian. however, she makes a point of sourcing all of her meat from ethical sources, and only actually eats meat three or four times a week.

Skills:

like all of artemis' children, amelie has a talent for archery. this lends itself to a good aim in general. she also has good stamina and strength, despite her small build, and she's light on her feet. she's built for speed and it shows when she starts running. amelie is good with animals. she's determined and passionate, like all of artemis' children. she's an excellent cook and can whip

Oddities:

never wears shoes inside - almost always has her hair in a bun - hardly ever wears any colour other than black or white - room is always tidy - can run in heels - always wears heels - sits on counters and desks

Likes:

security + coffee + tasty food + cooking + animals + running + rock music + pop music + sarcastic people + people who take her seriously + apollo + heels + being barefoot + sitting on counters + people who smell nice + wearing perfume + red lipstick + passionate people + the countryside

Dislikes:

being alone in the city after dark - flat shoes that aren't runners - bland food - country music - the city - being stuck inside- studying - feeling like a failure - being told she's wrong - men who raise their voices unnecessarily - sickly sweet perfume - people who don't get sarcasm - having to deal with boring people - being patronised




"i'm a wanderess, i'm a one night stand, don't belong to no city, don't belong to no man."
hurricane | halsey




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History:


Amelie was the result of a brief love affair. It wasn't intense or passionate, but, rather, a slow-burning love that ended suddenly. Amelie's father was a journalist, reporting on a power struggle between environmentalists and a power-hungry corporation. Artemis was there to lend her support, which is where she met Pierre. The two ended up spending a lot of time together, but eventually, the battle was won by those on the side of the environment. Pierre needed to return to New York, and Artemis wanted to return to Olympia. So they spent one night together before they both left. Amelie was the result.

Pierre tried looking after her. To his surprise, he wasn't half bad at it. Apollo checked in on Artemis' behalf every so often, and Artemis herself even made a rare appearance. But then Pierre was stabbed while working on a story. He died, and Amelie, at the age of four, was taken into care. The services thought she was better off staying somewhere familiar, like the city. Amelie hated the city. Her father had been planning on moving out of the city, to somewhere where she would be happy. But instead, Amelie was shifted from home to home within the city.

In reality, she didn't have it as bad as some other foster kids. Every home she went to did their best to look after her. But Amelie was unhappy for so many reasons. She was struggling in school. She wanted her dad. Not her foster parents, her dad. Apollo's visits had more or less ceased entirely. She didn't know what to do or where she belonged. She was talking back to the teachers, she was scraping passes in all of her classes, she was being teased by the kids... so she ran away. She took her savings and got on a train to somewhere that wasn't the city. She went for long runs in the forest and discovered where she was truly happy. She found what made her happy.

Artemis herself was the one to find her in that town. Neither Artemis or Amelie were good with their words, but they managed to communicate what needed to be said. When Amelie revealed how unhappy she was, Artemis told her of Lecacy Academy. It wasn't perfect, she said, but it was somewhere where Amelie would be with people like her. And it was better than nothing, right?

So begins...

Amelie Clark's Story

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Amelie did not wear neon. She didn't care if the theme was a rave, she was not wearing neon. Her pale blue top was more colour than she usually wore, and she wasn't going any further than that. She had, however, consented to have lines of neon glow paint streaked on her face, making sure she didn't stand out too much. To be perfectly honest, she hadn't even wanted to come out. But it was tradition, and it could be her last chance to go. But as she saw the lights glowing from a considerable distance away, something inside her twisted. Something about her felt like these garish colours and loud music didn't belong in such an open space. She could still go back, find somewhere to practice her archery before her big day... but she had promised people that she'd come along, so she swallowed that feeling and made her way to the party.

Amelie made a beeline for the bar as soon as she reached the main body of the party. Having already seen a streaker, Amelie was feeling decidedly too sober. She knew that, with the Agon ahead of her, getting drunk was out of the question. That said, getting tipsy wasn't. She spotted Maya in a light-up coconut bra and grass skirt, and smirked, heading towards her friend.

"I'm starting to feel a little over-dressed," she remarked lightly, leaning on the counter. "And definitely a little too sober. What would you recommend?" She asked. As she spoke she tucked one side of her hair behind her ear. She wore it up so much that having it down felt weird at times, and this was one of those times. But she knew she was going to have it up for the entirety of the Agon, so it only felt right to leave it down. She couldn't get the Agon off her mind. She liked her team and had faith in them, but it still wasn't something to be taken lightly.

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Character Portrait: Sebastian Rhodes Character Portrait: Maya Torres Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Lux Slade Character Portrait: Marisole Nadeau Character Portrait: Ryan Grayson
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Intimate moments are delicate things, hard to maintain and easily broken with the wrong kind of pressure. That was doubly true when one of the participants in question was emotionally handicapped. Not that Apollo minded or anything; that was just part of Lee’s charm, but it was difficult sometimes when it always felt like he was pulling away.

β€œDo you think they’re ready?” It was a question asked out of love, not lack of confidence, but even Lee could pick up the note of anxiety that lay within. The god of light, and music, and bedroom eyes was also a father, and a pretty damn good one as far as the gods went. Lee had lost friends, peers, and students to the Agon, but Apollo had lost children. Perhaps Lee wasn’t the only one in need of comfort tonight. His grip on the god’s hand tightened just a fraction, his thumb tracing circles along his skin as Lee watched Apollo flash a smile at someone from across the field.

β€œNo one’s ever ready.” Lee admitted with another drag from the bottle. β€œBut they’re strong, and they picked their friends wisely.” Sometimes that’s all anyone could rely on. Apollo has two daughters in the fray this year, and Lee knew both of them well. Lux was far more combatively competent than her sister, but Maya was no one to underestimate either. It also helped that they’d both been smart enough to align themselves onto some of the stronger looking teams this year. Lee couldn’t make promises they’d survive this, but he felt the odds were in their favor.

β€œWhy do you go along with it?” Lee asked impulsively. It was something he’d never understood about the god who seemed content to masquerade as a human and steered clear of the politics in Olympia. Why support the Agon, the source of so much heartache for both of them, if he didn’t involve himself in the power plays that was its primary function.

β€œWhat’s the alternative, open war?” Apollo ran a hand through golden locks, the exhaustion of his tone suggesting he’d agonized over the issue quite a bit. β€œI’ve seen what that looks like, the death that sows. At least now they have a choice…some semblance of a childhood.” He seemed less convinced by the last part, but Lee didn’t comment, instead passing him the bourbon. It took a lot more than a bottle of Kentucky’s finest to get a god tipsy, but Lee figured he’d appreciate the gesture.

Their fingers lingered together on the bottle, and Apollo looked up as if to say something, or maybe something else… "What is with the long faces?" And just like that, the moment shattered. Lee scowled, cheeks flaming, as the perpetually oblivious son of Ares invited himself to join. Hale was a decent enough sort, but his timing fucking sucked. Lee continued to silently fume as Apollo simply laughed along, shifting much more effortlessly out of the heavier mood of their private exchange far more easily.

β€œWell, looks like bottoms up.” Apollo agreed as he pointed out a student in neon paint running round the field. If the amount of bending over and hunching was any indication, his state of dress wasn’t entirely willing. β€œDo you drink twice if they’ve been duped?” He asked with an arched brow. If Lee didn’t know better, it might even have looked innocent.

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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 attentions 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. 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.

β€œAh, and with charm like that, how would I ever say no?” Wes tossed back as a playful smirk listed 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 the imagined all the wicked things they might do to each other, and 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 fucking heart framed nipples.

Calden Archer was naked from the waist up, more than happy to let his six pack speak for itself. His chest was mostly bare, with the exception of the pink glow paint hearts someone had drawn around his well-defined man-nips. His white swag cap was on backwards, glowing against the black light in a fashion that was hard to miss. Ordinarily, the cocky son of Zeus deciding to dress like a 90’s fuck-boy wasn’t Wesley’s concern…but he had just swaggered up to Lux with drinks in hand and a twisted half smile that any man with an ounce of testosterone could read the intent from. Something in Wes snapped.

β€œSlaaade!” Calden cheered as he swaggered up to Lux, tilted grin plastered across his face. β€œYou went all fucking out girl! Nice aliens…are they down for some probing?” Cal knew Lux fairly well considering they were in the same class and combative groups, but it was the first time he’s ever seen her dress to impress with the assets, and it was a look he could dig.

β€œThey’re occupied.” Wesley Tate practically growled from behind Lux out of nowhere. It was the kind of stealth Cal would normally find disturbing, not that he would admit to it, but was perfectly content to blame the alcohol on that one.

β€œI think it’s up to them whether or not to make first contact rich boy.” Cal smirked back, unperturbed as he took another swig from his beer in hand. Whatever Cal had expected Wes to respond with that stare and small delayed smile wasn’t it. He might have to watch his back tomorrow…

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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. The pineapple passion fruit 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.

"I'm starting to feel a little over-dressed." Her beautiful friend Amelie came up from behind, and Maya gave her an appreciative once over as she asked for a drink recommendation.

β€œThat…depends on how wild a night you’re in for.” Maya replied with a wink. β€œWe’ve got Corona with lime stocked as lighter fare, but if you’re feeling more adventurous…” Maya grabbed one of the boozy tropical fruit smoothies she’d been enjoying herself, and handed it over to Amelie.

The timing of the hand off couldn’t have been better, because in a flash the open space between them was filled with Ace, dimples and all. Maya couldn’t help the smile that erupted across her face at Ace’s sly remark, and she wiggle her eye brows a bit as she inspected his own outfit for the evening. Far from the wildest outfit she’d seen this evening, but it screamed Ace, and she liked it on him.

β€œNice paint.” Maya threw back with a wink. β€œIs it still wet?” She asked innocently enough, but an impish look twinkled in her eyes.

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β€œRight…” Lottie agreed skeptically as her eyes followed Lucas’ retreating form, and then nearly jumped when she turned back to see one of the school’s more notorious children of Hera suddenly next to Abby. Lottie had nothing against Greer of course, but there was something about the sight of those two powder kegs together that set her nerves on edge.

β€œLike you need my help with that.” Abby smirked at her friend’s offer. They both knew Greer was perfectly capable of kicking any necessary asses on her own. Present company excluded, Abby had yet to see Greer in a fight she couldn’t handle, and her skirmishes made for damn good entertainment as well. β€œI might need help with this though.” Abby held up the bottle of whiskey, looking a little too pleased. β€œIf you care to join.”

β€œOh hey, Marisole!” Lottie called out suddenly, interrupting Abby’s thought, and drawing her eyes about ten feet off where her excited teammate (and her friends who were also apparently children of Demeter) had run off to greet her sister. Marisole Nadeau had earned something of a reputation at Legacy as a breaker of stereotypes. While it was true that some children of Demeter displayed more passive natures, many resented that trope, and the assumption of weakness that went with it. Especially for some of the younger Demeter students at Legacy, Marisole had become a role model, so Lottie’s excitement didn’t surprise Abby. Seeing her with Ryan Grayson was a different story.

Before she really had time to think about it, Abby had followed Lottie and her friends over to the makeshift group, Greer presumably behind her. β€œAre you excited about tomorrow? I mean, I’m kind of nervous, but a good nervous you know? Well, unless you don’t get nervous…’cause well I mean, why would you?” Lottie babbled like an excited puppy, laughing off her obvious nerves.

β€œNot that I don’t feel safe or anything!” Lottie’s eyes suddenly shot toward Abby almost in apology, before continuing to put her foot in her mouth. β€œOur team’s great! Wes is scary smart, Abby and Lux kick butt, and Seb is so…” She flushed, clearing her suddenly dry throat like she’d disclosed too much, before her eyes landed on the untouched cup in Ryan’s seemingly outstretched hand.

β€œOh thanks!” Lottie accepted the drink, grateful for the distraction from her own babbling as she proceeded to gulp down its contents. Abby snorted, unable to hide her smile as she watched Ryan’s drink being jacked, and waited for his inevitable look of indignation.

β€œNot your night?” Abby drawled in what for her passed as a conversational tone. Ryan was Lux’s friend, so they’d spent enough time around each other to pick up on the other’s mannerisms. Things had a habit of both going terribly wrong, yet strangely alright for Ryan, which if nothing else, was entertaining to watch from afar. And maybe she enjoyed poking his buttons a little…

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Character Portrait: Blake Taylor Character Portrait: Maya Torres Character Portrait: Amelie Clark Character Portrait: Ace Michael Thatcher
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xxx"thrills don't come for free
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xxxin a sea of strangers
xxxi can't find me any more."


Amelie raised her eyebrows at the drink that Maya handed her. She had definitely been looking for something stronger than a Corona, and whatever concoction is was, it looked like it was laced with alcohol, and that was exactly what she was after. However, when Ace appeared, she sighed and took her drink. Ace was far from the worst person in the school, but she didn't plan on sticking around. "I'll see you later, Maya. Thanks for the alcohol!" She called lightly, taking a sip from her drink and grinning. It was as strong as she had both expected and hoped.

She scanned the crowd, looking for someone familiar to talk to. She spotted Blake, and something inside her twisted. She was attracted to all of the sons and daughters of Aphrodite, even that asshole Sebastian. But there was something different about Blake. She was the one person who made Amelie feel like she did. But Amelie just... couldn't. She didn't know if her feelings were her own or just another part of Blake's abilities. God, of all people, why did she have to fall for a daughter of Aphrodite?

Amelie straightened up, fixed a smile on her face, and sauntered over to Blake. If there was any chance she could die in the next few days, she was going to make the most of whatever time she had.

"You're not causing too much trouble, are you? We really shouldn't leave you unattended. You might break one too many hearts," Amelie said lightly, taking a sip out of her drink. "I think I need to be your chaperone. Keep an eye on you," she added. "You wouldn't mind that, would you?" She asked teasingly.

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Blake was done. The party was going so well until Jace had to ruin her mood. She hated how much control he had over her, despite having a similar power over him. The two of them had been together since freshman year and now things have odd since they signed up for the Agon Together. She's always known his wish is for the gods and his father to get out of his life, but he wants the demigods too, that includes Blake. He'd leave her just like that? She would lose him as a friend or anything more if they won. She was almost tempted to throw it, but she knew it would be another reminder that she's only beautiful, nothing more. Blake wouldn't allow that.

Blake shook her head. Tonight is about fun. That Joker isn't going to ruin my good time. Her first plan was to find someone fun and maybe find some alcohol. The gods must be on her side tonight when Amelie Clark approached her. Amelie wasn't one for parties, Blake knew that. She was Artemis's daughter, enjoying the woods more than a social event. Honestly, Blake expected to have to drag Amelie here herself. It wasn't like Blake could blame her. She, too, loved being outside. The two liked each other, worked well together. Blake's eyes widened as she took in her friend's appearance. Amelie never wore bright colors so seeing her in a light blue top and neon lines on her face was surprising. Her hair was down too, she rarely wore it down. Amelie looked very attractive. Blake was very happy to see her friend in something more dressy.

"You're not causing too much trouble, are you? We really shouldn't leave you unattended. You might break one too many hearts."
"Apparently, I'm not the only one." Blake got closer to her friend. Blake and personal space are not well acquainted. "Look at you, looking amazing tonight. I might have some competition." Blake touched her hair. She didn't expect it to be so soft and thick. Amelie was full of surprises tonight. Blake took a strand of her archer friend's hair, tickling her nose with it playfully. Amelie looked so precious, almost embarrassed. Blake snatched the drink out of her, taking a gulp. Not very strong, but tasty.
"I think I need to be your chaperone. Keep an eye on you," Amelie added. "You wouldn't mind that, would you?" she asked teasingly.
"You can stay with me all night. One rule: You have to dance with me. Let's see those moves, Lee."
Blake grabbed her hand before Amelie could protest. Blake wasn't the smartest, but she could sense the tease in Amelie's words. If she was going to play, Blake wouldn't say no.

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Why couldn't Blake simply respond yes or no? She knew he didn't like dancing and that he was pissed so why couldn't she just answer normally. Jace knew she would be anger at him tomorrow. The two of them haven been close for a long time, becoming even closer when they agreed on their friends with benefits situation. Blake began to act weird when they signed up for the Agon. They agreed they'd be on a Agon Team together since sophomore year. Maybe she's worried about tomorrow. I'm such a jerk. Jace has claimed to be an asshole on most occasions, but that doesn't mean he's heartless. He'll apologize to Blake tonight. Jace found her leading Amelie to the dance floor. Blake's been dying to dance. I'll talk to her later. They're kind of cute together. Jace didn't mind if Blake flirted or did anything with other people. The two of them were just friends in Jace's mind. The self proclaimed Sherlock Holmes wasn't as good as he thought when it came to Blake or any one interested in him unless it was obvious.

Jace still has the bourbon with him as he took a drink. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to sit and drink. He'd prefer to be alone, but at a party like this that just wasn't possible. He scanned the crowd, hoping to find a drinking buddy. He noticed Ace trying to get Maya to dance with him. The sight would be great to watch! Jace found a seat, but it was occupied by someone. The guy was one of Hecate's kids, but he couldn't remember what his name was. He was dressed to theme, but not enough to stand out. Was he the kid everyone thought was a serial killer? His name started with a b... What is his name? Jace began to study bench boy, deducing him like his idol would. The tapping of his fingers on the bench was likely a sign the boy was bored or trying to distract himself. Maybe, he's thinking about something else. If he had friends, he'd most likely be with them. The boy was watching the crowd, not looking for anyone, so he must either be a loner or came here by himself. No alcohol so mostly likely not a drinker or didn't feel like it. The guy was good looking, but not in a eye catching way; more like painting, the longer you stare the better it looks. The alcohol coursing through his body was enough liquid courage for Jace. So what if the stranger might be a serial killer?

"Hey B-Be-Bu... Okay, I don't know your name. I'm Jace. Can I sit down?" Jace didn't wait for a reply he sat down. Jace took another drink of the bourbon. He was tipsy, not drunk. "So did your friends ditch you or are you here by yourself? I'm guessing loner. Who are you?" Jace was out of it, asking and saying whatever his brain conjured up. He held out the bourbon to what's his name. "Bottoms up, B, or whatever your name starts with. By the way, I don't think you're a serial killer, but who knows what could happen tonight."

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As Blake dragged Amelie to the dancefloor, Amelie managed to down the rest of her drink and abandon the glass on a random table. She could just about deal with Blake sober, but if dancing was involved, she was definitely going to need copious amounts of alcohol. She looked around at the others dancing and was completely and utterly overwhelmed. They either seemed to be incredible dancers or just grinding. Amelie wasn't sure she could deal with either of those options.

But, it seemed that the Fates themselves aligned in her favour. The alcohol kicked in just as a song she actually liked came on, so she grabbed Blake's other hands and started to dance with her. She just kept telling herself over and over again that this might just be the last chance she ever got, that she could be dead or seriously injured in a few days.

Amelie had done dance in her early childhood, just like every other girl her age. She actually wasn't half bad at it, either. But with being shunted around from foster home to foster home, she'd eventually stopped asking for classes. And it was a shame. Her increased physical ability meant she was light on her feet, and her sense of rhythm wasn't terrible. Had she had more classes, she probably could have become pretty good. But instead, she was a "not bad" dancer in a crowd of excellent and terrible. The alcohol in her own system reminded her that everybody was probably too drunk to remember or care.

When the song ended, Amelie laughed. "So, was that enough of a display for you? Do you want to see more, or should we go get drunk?" She asked, having to shout over the music despite how close she was to Blake.

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"Why aren't you at the party, Little one?" The voice startled Layla into dropping her sword. It clattered to the training floor with a sound that echoed loudly. Layla took a breath as she kneeled down and grabbed the blade, her hands were shaking from overwork."Mother, please don't do that," She said softly. "I appreciate your work ethic, Layla, but if you'll burn yourself out if you continue at this rate." Athena told her, her voice echoing in her mind like the sword's clatter did the room. Layla was used to it though, it had been there her entire life, for the longest though, she thought it was her own voice, an inner voice, or a conscious like Jiminy Cricket, but it had turned out to be her mother, a goddess. Layla wasn't sure about how she truly felt about being left with the family that she was left with, considering that bickered like school children, but her home wasn't a bad one, at least not directly related to her, they loved her for all their faults, but still. They're constant bickering nearly killed her and while she never thought about leaving them for fear that she was the only thing keeping from killing each other, knowing that she had another option, a whole world she didn't know about, she didn't really give it a second thought but that presented new challenges, she wasn't the only one, and she had to be the best of her kind. She still wasn't sure about what this truly was about, beyond Godly pride, which it was most definitely, but there was something else at play here, that the Gods weren't telling them, but her mother seemed to care, since she'd been there her whole life, a face in the crowd, a voice in her head, keeping her safe, from a distance. So she couldn't complain too much. Some of these demi-gods had it much worse.

"Mother," Layla said, unafraid of talking to herself since she was alone in the training hall, what with the school at this party. "Why now?" She asked. Athena was characteristically quiet. "You only chose to make your present known to me, but a year ago, is it truly because of the accident or...is there more?"

"There is more." Athena said. "However, the accident proved motivation, for the both of us." She said and Layla nodded. Her mother never lied to her, not once, but that didn't make her feel better. "You wouldn't have shown yourself to me, otherwise, would you have?" She asked and after a long pause, Athena sighed, which was a strange sound in her head. "Suffice it to say, Little One, I was in a place of indecision, now I am not." She said and Layla nodded. "That's how I feel about this party," Layla said not wanting to think about what would have happened had she not been in the accident. And to think she thought that day was the worst of her lief...now she wasn't so sure. Was it bad luck, or providence?. "Why's that?" Athena asked. "We are expected to party like Dionysius, and then proceed to fight one another, and for what? Your favor, but why do you need to do this for your favor, don’t we already have it?"[/olor] Layla said and Athena chuckled. "You have mine, but this is tradition, moreover, there is the 'more' I referred to, and not so many of the Gods appreciate their children like I do." [/i] She said and Layla nodded, she could hear the smile in her voice. "That's not for you to worry about now, Little one, clean yourself up, dress nicely, and enjoy this time you have as normal teenagers." She said and Layla sighed. That was all she was going to get from that conversation. [color=#054357]"Yes, Mother," She said and with that, she did as she was told, and got cleaned up, and dressed in a lovely little black dress, that hugged her Olympian curves. She had no idea what she was doing here to be entirely honest, parties weren't her scene at all, she didn't listen to this type of music, nor did she appreciate the way that strobe lights and fog laid waste to her vision. She smiled as she entered though. She had to be a normal teenager, that's what her mother wanted, for one night that she was not a demi-goddess, fighting for the right to be beside her mother, but a teenager invited to an unsanctioned, unofficial party for school. "What am I doing here?" She asked herself as she skimmed the crowd for a familiar face.

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Dragging Amelie out to dance went better than Blake expect. She would've thought the other girl would resist, but then again, Blake is never turned down. The dancefloor was surrounded by horny teens so this wasn't the best location to hangout with her... friend? Labels for her relationships usually didn't go beyond liking or not liking. Someone would really need to be close to her to earn the title of friend or best friend. When the song ended, she could hear Amelie saying something, but it was so loud at the party. She heard the words: display, more, and drunk. Sounds fun!

"Alcohol. I'm in. Let's go, archer."

Most of the bars were surrounded by drunk students, with few choices to choose from. She noticed the addition of Vince to the party. Jace's good boy roommate and their Agon brawn was never one for these types of social events. His talking to Layla, the brain of their group, was definitely intriguing. Hmmm... interesting. Blake usually isn't nosey, but she can't resist matchmaking. What else is the daughter of Aphrodite to do? She'll leave them be for now. Only the gods know how this will go if she jumps in prematurely. She finally noticed a bar with an opening. Still holding Amelie's hand, Blake lend her to the bar. Blake wasn't thinking about the fight tomorrow. She wanted a blissful night drinking with people she liked. The bartender placed two, yellowish white cocktails in front of them, garnished with a pineapple. PiΓ±a coladas are one of Blake's favorite sweet drinks. She raised her glass to Amelie, clinking the two together.

"May the night be fun and the alcohol plentiful! Also to tomorrow, so my team can beat yours ass!

With a playful wink, Blake, almost chugged, drank her cocktail. She could feel the effects coming as she swayed slightly, but was too busy having fun.


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Vince gave an exhale of relief when Layla, hopefully, didn't notice the stutter that come out of his mouth. He wasn't much of a talker, but he had no problem talking to other people. Why was this so difficult? When she responded yes to a drink, he was quick to rush to a nearby bar, not wanting to keep Layla waiting. Vince had no clue what to ask for. Did she like sweet? Alcoholic or non? Crap, is she allergic to anything? Thankfully, the bartender must have had pity on him. He handed him two drinks. "It's a strawberry daiquiri. No alcohol and very sweet." Vince couldn't thank the bartender enough before heading back to Layla with the drinks. She smiled at him, taking the other drink from him. I guess the bartender made a good call. The two of them continued drinking. Layla seemed a little distracted though. She didn't seem like she would attend these types of parties. Was she bored?

"So, Vince, are you enjoying yourself?"

Honestly, he was contemplating leaving before Layla showed up. Jace would've scolded him later for ditching the party to go back to their room to train for tomorrow, but Vince was more willing to deal with that than drunk partygoers. He was about to respond when he noticed Maya was appearing faint. The sunny girl didn't look well. Vince would've stepped in, but Ace and Joaquin appeared faster than Vince even could. Her teammates could take of her and Vince didn't want to get in the way. His minds went back to Layla. He didn't know what to say or how to respond. "Dammit Jace."

"Well, it's a fine party, I guess. I prefer something a little less... eye catching. The other side of the lake is more my speed. Want to go? The other side of the lake was empty of other students and very serene in Vince's eyes. A great place to watch the fireworks too. "I'd like to watch the fireworks without worrying about the drunks here."

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Amelie couldn't hear everything that Blake was saying, but when she grabbed Amelie's hand and pulled her towards the bars, Amelie didn't need an answer. It was so easy to forget about what lay in front of them tomorrow. Tonight, everyone felt young and free and reckless, and it was exactly what a teenager was supposed to be like. Teenagers were not supposed to fight and to possibly die.

She was jolted back to awareness as a commotion broke out on the dancefloor, somebody fainting. She wasn't surprised when it happened, but she was surprised when it was Maya. It couldn't have been too much alcohol. She just hoped that her friend was okay, but quickly turned her attention back to Blake as the girl pulled her with a new vigour towards a bar. Almost as soon as they got there, the bartender was sliding two drinks towards them. Amelie recognised them straight away, and grinned. She was expecting shots, but cocktails weren't a bad choice.

"Oh yeah, we'll see who's laughing when you're at the business end of my arrow and my deadly aim," She retorted. She chugged her drink, gasping a little as the alcohol hit. She was about to ask for another when she heard what people were saying. They had an hour before they needed to be gone.

"So, we have an hour left. How exactly would you like to spend it?" Amelie asked, leaning her chin on her hand as she gazed at the other girl.