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Lucas Jason Amut

"Yes, I'm single. It was obvious you wanted to know."

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a character in “Living Gods”, as played by Onica-Louis

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"Either you like me, love me, want to be me, or want me. Take your pick."





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Name:
"Does it really matter? Just kidding, everyone wants to know me."
Lucas Jason Amut
Nickname:
"Please don't call me this."
For the most part he doesn't have any nicknames, but his whole family insist on calling him Lulu instead of Lucas.
Age:
"Age is only a number, it really doesn't matter."
Eight-Teen
Sexuality:
"If you're sexy I'll do you."
Bisexual
Pantheon:
"My ancestors are the best."
Egyptian
Ancestor:
"He was worshiped like the mightiest king like I will be one day."
Ra
Occupation:
"Work sucks."
Studying for a degree in science and works part-time at the Sailing Club to be closer to his brother.


Likes:
"Well, everyone likes me."
|| Fishing || Himself || Sunlight || Mornings || Attractive People || Receiving Attention || Looking His Best || Getting Compliments || Pizza || Sushi || Hot Dogs || Using His Powers || Baseball || Birds ||
Dislikes:
"If I don't like it then no one should."
|| Being Ignored || When People Think They're Better Than Him || Ugly People || Liars || When People Don't Like Him || Loud Noises || Thunder || Construction Work ||
Fears:
"Not that I'd ever tell anyone these."
|| Losing His Looks || Not Having People Worship Him || Losing His Family || Being Second Again || The Dark ||
Hobbies:
"These things I find... amusing."
Fishing
He doesn't know why, but ever since he was little he's taken pleasure in catching fish, it's the only thing he really ever has patiences for.

Drawing
He likes to draw what he finds beautiful: 1). Because people think it's cool to draw. 2). He's good at it. He enjoys just picking up his pencil and sketching away.



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Ancestor:
"The best out of all the gods."
Ra was the ancient Egyptian Solar deity and upholder of Maat, the Egyptian concept of truth, balance and order.
He was the ruler of the Egyptian Pantheon before Osiris took his seat.
Powers:
"Yeah, I'm pretty powerful."
Being the decedent of Ra he can control light, but to be more specific he can create light beams and light illusions. His light beams can also be called laser beams they're glowing light, usually yellow, and they're extremely hot to the point they can destroy things. His light illusions is using light to create things that aren't really there, illusions.

Uplifts- He's strongest at midday when the sun is up in the sky, the brighter the sun the better his powers. Lucas' powers are alright when he's in the shade, but if he's in sun rays his power becomes much more strong. His mood affects his powers a lot, the better his mood the stronger and more controlled his powers as well.

Downfalls- At night when the sun isn't up he loses power dramatically and can only create a ball of light. When he's in a room completely without light he has no powers unless he is extremely scared or upset. Lucas' powers are based off his emotions: when he's anger or scared he can let out random beams or illusions. When his made and makes an illusion it's usually the thing he's fearing at the moment.

Weaknesses:
"Nothing weakens me, I'm perfect."

Darkness
Lucas isn't very powerful when the sun goes down and the less light around him the weaker he becomes.

Self-Centered
Being good looking and popular gets him lots of friends, but his personality makes them all fake friends. If he were nicer he would probably have better connections with people.

Family
Like most people his family would be his weakness, he'd do anything to protect them.
Strengths:
"I'm good at everything."

Persuasion
Being smooth and cunning at time he had a way of talking people into doing what he wants them to do and getting what he wants.

Looks
His personality pushes most people away, but when it comes to his looks it makes people want to be around him more and get things from him.

Drawing
When he has a pen in hand he could draw almost anything. If someone needed a picture drawn he could draw it.

Thoughts:
"Honestly I could care less about the other gods if they are not Egyptian and the one that matters most to me is Ra because he's family and king. His strong and powerful like I am. But the upside to the Greeks arrival means there's more sexy people to flirt with."




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Personality:
"All the girls love douche bags for the confidence, why? I'll never know, but I have the looks to back it all up."
Lucas would be known as the 'Sexy Douche Bag'. All the girls want him and all the boys want to be him, and that's the way he likes it. He loves being envied by all and never wants that to change. He loves how everyone wants to be his friend, wants to know more about him, etc. Lucas is "The King" and to him that'll never change. He's the type that takes charge in situations and never let's go of the control. He likes to control what's around him, including the people. He's a very bossy person that never takes no for an answer. When it comes to Lucas he's always the leader, never second in command like he use to be.

He loves getting and being the center of attention, for he's an attention seeker. He'd do anything for attention, bad or good he wants it. Lucas's funny when it comes to getting attention, hurting people doesn't bother him when it comes to getting it. To him he runs the world kinda how Ra use to and everyone else is just his subjects. He's extremely good at getting his way and tricking people into doing things for him, it's just the way he is. He'd never lie though, because he can't stand liars. Lucas finds it extremely pathetic to lie and wouldn't associate himself with people that do so.

Confidence is key to anything, and Lucas believes this strongly. His confidence is high as well as his pride, and that's how he most likely attracts people. Sometimes guys try to fight him, something he is good at, but he uses his high confidence to get them to back down. He doesn't care what the situation is, he'll let his pride do the talking and guide the way for him. He doesn't care how wrong he is he'd never let it show, leading people to believe he's always right.

Lucas isn't heartless and he's felt like he's fallen in love sometimes (it was just lust), but he has a funny way of showing it. When Lucas starts getting to close to someone it frightens him and he acts out towards that person like: breaking up with them and forcing them to beg for him back, flirting with other people in front of them, and being over controlling, maybe even hitting them to get them to listen. Love makes people do crazy things and Lucas is no exception, which deep down inside it kind of makes him hate himself. He knows he doesn't treat people the best, but he has no intention in changing, why? Because he likes the way he is.
History:
"Memories that are really not needed to know and won't be shared."
Growing up for Lucas was simple and sweet. He had loving parents and older brother. Being the youngest brother as he grey up he felt like he was in the shadow of Ramses. To Lucas he felt like he was always competing for his parents attention with him, his brother was four years older making Lucas feel like he was only seconds best. Also, Lucas powers didn't come as early as his brothers, and so he was more normal. Not having powers had upset him and made him feel even more insignificant, but he didn't care. For most of elementary he didn't like going home, so he would stay the night with one of his close friends, Ben. Ben and him would have great times together, and Lucas' favorite part was getting to swim at Ben'd house, but to his dismay his friend moved away when they were in the fourth grade.

Starting middle school was hard for Lucas in the terms of he wasn't the smartest person in the world. He studied hard and did the best that he could to make passing grades, but it was the most fun experience for him. He had friends that he hung out with a lot, but he also had enemies for unknown reasons. Sometimes Lucas found himself being bullied as in people taking his things, calling him names, and spreading rumors about him. He never knew what he did wrong, but he didn't like it. Sometimes kids would push him around and he was growing tired of it. Lucas wasn't type to fight, but when the kid pushed him he pushed the kid back. "Leave me alone." He had said and the kid just snickered. The kid then swung at Lucas, but he ducked and squatted into a ball. Shutting his eyes he was a tad afraid he put his hands over his head encase he was punched. A strange feeling took over Lucas' hands like a tingle and then a flash of heat. "What the heck?" The other kid had yelled and when Lucas opened his eyes the boy with gone. "What?" He had questioned when seeing pieces of dust around him. Looking up he saw a giant hole above him, he had used his powers for the dirt time out of fear, light beam emission.

When discovering his abilities he lost the sense of second best to his brother and instead asked for his help to learn how to use them better. With his brothers help he got pretty good, not as good as Ramses, but good. As time pasted he also developed another power, illusion manipulation.

In the seventh grade he found himself growing popular, which he enjoyed. He liked all the attention he was receiving and the authority other people gave to him over themselves. With this being it went start to his head, causing him to think he was better than the other people he knew. This caused him to start being self-centered and think he was better than the other kids he knew. Lucas had now become the jerk that all the guys wanted to be and who all the girls wanted, and he continued acting this way all the way through high school, leaving him with just a small group of good friends.

So begins...

Lucas Jason Amut's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Asta Falr Character Portrait: Bobby Ceres Character Portrait: Liam Anapa Character Portrait: Stephanie Ceres Character Portrait: Guinevere Fosite Character Portrait: Bradshaw Ceres Character Portrait: Alaura Dawn Aset Character Portrait: Amor "Ariel" Amelia Vanadis Character Portrait: Bryce Nepthys Character Portrait: Izzy Dias Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: Dehlilah Cyprus Character Portrait: Odessa Martis Character Portrait: Layla Ailuros Character Portrait: Calypso Serrure Character Portrait: April "Isis" Aset Character Portrait: Julian Serrure Character Portrait: Lucas Jason Amut Character Portrait: Daphne Bacchus Character Portrait: Alyssa Taylor Vanadis Character Portrait: Viona Kari Jarlson Character Portrait: Chione Anapa Character Portrait: Antares Pallas Character Portrait: Fin Bacchus Character Portrait: Mack Nephthys Character Portrait: Amanda Cyprus Character Portrait: Tutankhamun Nekheny Character Portrait: Ronan Saxon Character Portrait: Leslie Character Portrait: Leslie Damon Saxon Character Portrait: Ava Apophis Character Portrait: Bella Jade Aset Character Portrait: Antonio Diaz

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Saturday, 20th July
8.30am


The residents of Northbay have awoken to a surprisingly pleasant summer's day. The weather, by magic or nature, is already a charming 20°C (68°F) and predictions have the maximum temperature reaching a comfortable 25°C (77°F). There are only a few wisps of cloud in the sky and a refreshing breeze can be felt throughout the area.

The main street is being prepared for the festival. It is still open to the public as most of the shops lining the street are likely to stay open until the cordons are put up. There is a definite buzz to the town as those involved in the preparation for the festival work and those who are attending look forward to the nights festivities.

For the town Elders there is a feeling of anxiousness. Will their planned festival help to calm the town's tensions or will it do the opposite?



Ramses Atum

Ram lefted his head and closed his green eyes, soaking up the early morning sun as it bet down on the lake. Cool water sprayed in his face and a constant breeze ruffled his hair. It was perfect sailing weather and Ram had been up since dawn to make the most of it. His one man boat, named 'The Falcon', raced across the lake, skimming across the waves.

Ram opened his eyes as he drew closer to the shore. Standing up in the boat he shielded his eyes from the sunlight glistening off the water and took in the view. There, pretty as a picture, sat Northbay. It fit snuggly between the lakeshore and the hills beyond. He could make out the main street with its small array of shows on either side. There was a large amount of activity in the street, surprising for such a small town and so early on a Saturday.

Then again it was the day of the Lantern Festival. No doubt every spare hand the Elder's could rope into helping was busy putting up decorations. Ram's father Ramsey was a member of the Elders' Council so Ramses was able to get all his information first hand and fresh. The festival was officially an overdue welcome to the Greeks. Unofficially it was to try and calm down the rising animosities between the different groups in the town. As Ram's father had said, if the town could come together and enjoy this one, simple event then they would be one step closer to regaining peace and order.

Ram thought it was a vain hope. He highly doubted that bringing together the whole town into one street would solve anything. Quite the opposite really. Ram knew little of the Greeks but he had grown up with the Norse and his own Egyptian pantheon. He knew enough to understand that there would always be certain individuals who do anything but try to ease tensions.

Shaking such thoughts from his head Ram aimed the boat to shore. A moment later he pulled into the docks, jumping onto the wooden jetty with the ease of practice. He anchored his boat to the jetty, tying it securely. The day may have been calm now but Ram knew enough about Irish weather to know to predict anything. Besides, when you lived in a town of power beings you could never be sure when someone's powers would cause a little mayhem.

Standing up Ram raised his arms above his head and stretched, before straightening out his clothes. With a pleased smile he set off down the wooden walkway, heading towards the Sailing Club rooms and a much needed shower.



Mack Nephthys

Early morning carpentry was probably not the best way to deal with a hangover, but oddly enough Mack found the rhythmic thud of his hammer strangely calming. Or perhaps he was still drunk from last night.

He had visited Northbay's singular drinking hole, the pub, the previous night. It had started as a causal beer, but three bottles of beer, four shots of vodka and who knows what else later his night had ended up much larger than anticipated. He had woken up this morning still in his clothes, his light still on and his alarm cloak blaring from under a pile of clothes.

Mack had agreed to help set up for the Lantern Festival that night. He wasn't even getting paid, but doing it as a favour to the town. Not that he minded doing it for free. Mack didn't have too many expensive habits and the rent on his tiny apartment over the supermarket was relatively cheap.

"Mack! Can you move the lanterns slightly to the left?" Ebony Aset, aunt of the three Aset girls and member of the Elders, shouted from the street. Mack, standing up on a ladder, nodded down at the woman and moved the lanterns as desired. Satisfied Ebony nodded and wondered off to oversee another part of the preparations. Left to his own devices Mack returned to hammering.

Almost finished he gave one final hammer on the nail, only his attention must have slipped because the next thing he knew a sharp pain erupted in his thumb. With a yelp he jerked his hand back, making him lose his balance in the process. His legs went out from under him, his arms pinwheeling in circles as he tried to grab at anything to keep him from falling.
Unfortunately the ladder seemed to elude him and Mack quickly found himself falling. A gust of wind blew up the street, particles of sand held in the breeze. The wind increased in strength and pressure, directing itself around the falling man. Faster than the eye could follow it had formed into a miniature wind funnel, Mack being safely buoyed in the centre. Slowly he was lowered to the ground. Only when his feet had touched concrete did a movement of his hand send the winds away, leaving a thin layer of sand behind.

'Mack, as much as I'm glad you're not hurt...' The stern voice came from Ebony Aset, her foot tapping quickly as she surveyed the tiny beach of sand that his powers had called forth. She had a broom in her hand, 'I want all this sand gone before tonight.' Thrusting it into his grasp Ebony turned and left. Dusting the light sprinkling of sand off his clothes before beginning to sweep up the street, Mack wished - and not for the first time - that his winds didn't magically summon sand when he called them.



Asta Falr

The view from the hills above the town was spectacular. Asta, pausing on her descent, couldn't help but grin at the landscape. The lake was sparkling in the early morning sun, light glistened off the town roofs and there was hardly a cloud in sight. She could have stayed on the thin track that ran up the hills beyond Northbay all day, but one glance at her watch told Asta that she'd need to open the shop soon. With a last glance across the lake Asta turned and made her way, half skipping, down the track.

Most likely it was the excitement of the coming festival that had seen Asta rise so early and head up into the hills. She often went for walks, but rarely so early in the morning. Coming back down she hit the main street at it's beginning. The entrance to Northbay was decorated with a simple sign which read 'Welcome to Northbay'. Asta passed the sign, entering the main street of the town. She passed people setting up stalls, others hanging decorations and more than one person shouting out loud instructions.

Asta waved happily at Mack as she passed him. Curiously he was sweeping up sand, although where the sand came from Asta couldn't be sure. Down the street she went, dodging in and out of the workers, until she reached the Bookstore.
"Key, key key... Oh, there you are!" She muttered to herself as she dug into her cardigan pockets. The Bookstore owner had given Asta the responsibility of opening the store today and she would have hated it if she'd lost the keys already.

She pushed the door open and stepped into the dark room. The light switch was unfortunately at the other end of the store and Asta didn't fancy wondering through the dark to find it. So, holding her hand out, she summoned a small sphere of light and used it to guide her through.

Ten minutes later, the store lit, open and ready for customers, Asta sat back at the counter with a sigh of relief. From here she had a good view of the festival preparations, but instead of watching the workers outside she picked up her book 'Catch-22' and began to read. The doorbell would jingle as soon as anyone entered, meaning until then she could happily lose herself in Joseph Heller.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Amor "Ariel" Amelia Vanadis Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: Lucas Jason Amut Character Portrait: Alyssa Taylor Vanadis Character Portrait: Ronan Saxon Character Portrait: Leslie Damon Saxon

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ImageLincoln was the first American president to be assassinated, though an unsuccessful attempt had been made on Andrew Jackson 30 years before in 1835. The assassination was planned and carried out by the well-known stage actor John Wilkes Booth, as part of a larger conspiracy in a bid to revive the Confederate cause... Leslie already knew the information from his book, but he had an oral report for school today, which he couldn't wait for. School had always excited him and he had been up the whole night reading the biography of Abraham Lincoln. He had written about fifty note cards so far for each chapter he read of the one-thousand pages book. "I bet most don't know that William Shakespeare made up the word assassination." The only person that could hear Leslie at the time was Leslie, and that was the person that heard him the most. He was a sociable person, but he did find it hard to talk to most of the other people in town, a majority of them weren't all that bright.

Shutting his book he chuckled, I already know every last detail in this book, yet my teacher still request I read it all by today. Leslie had read the book before once when he was in one of his middle school grades, but his teacher that it would only be fair to the rest of the class if he were to read it again. "His vice presidents were Hannibal Hamlin and Andrew Johnson, he was preceded by James Buchanan and succeeded by Andrew Johnson. Oh! and let's not forget his wife was called Mary Todd Lincoln, who was brought up into a very wealthy family." He joked with himself as he got up and walked out if his bedroom. "I'm using the bathroom!" Leslie called to whom ever was listening in the house. He did have his own restroom in his room, but he didn't like dirtying his up so he just used the family one instead.

Once entering the bathroom he went over to the shower and turned the cold water on, Nothing like a cold shower to get the blood flowing. Some people found it strange he perfected cold showers over warm or hot, but it did, maybe because there was four good facts he knew about cold showers: it's better for circulation, your hair, healthier skin, and mental benefits. Taking off all his clothes in a paced fashion he felt goosebumps emerge as his skin adjusted to the cool air.

Entering the shower he let the cold water flush over his body as he shut the shower curtain. Picking up the shampoo/body wash bottle he squeezed enough in his hand that it started oozing through his fingers. Quickly shutting the bottle by pressing it against his skin he set it back down and tried catching the jell with his now free hand. First he rubbed it through his hair, making sure to scrub good, then on his body. After letting it sit for a minute or two he watched it all off, conditioned his hair, washed that out, then got out of the shower.

When he had gotten out of the shower he had dried off then got the clean clothes he kept stored underneath the sneak then out them on: a white v-neck underneath a black blazer, black pants, white no-shoe socks, and black shoes. When done stressing he looked into the mirror, Wrinkle free. Sliding the vanity mirror open he pulled out his blue tooth brush and tooth paste. Untwisting the lid he pushed out a pea sized amount of paste to his tooth brush and then began pushing.

Spitting into the sink when he was done he put back everything where he had gotten it and walked into the kitchen. "You want something to eat?" Unsure if his brother was home or not he yelled encase to be polite. Going to the fridge he opened it to find almost nothing expect a gallon of milk, bottled water, and Chinese food. I wonder what I choose. Grinning to himself he pulled out the container and placed it in the microwave setting it to three minutes.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Pulling it out he sat down at the kitchen table and began eating. Pulling his cell phone from his pocket he went to the text screen and began typing:

To: Ramses

Hey! I'm about to leave home soon, do you want me to bring you some food?!

From: Leslie


Out of everyone in town he had found his way to like Ramses the best, probably because he was so smart.






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"What do you want?" Screaming at who ever was pounding on the door he picked the pillow up next to him and put it on top of his right ear as he kept his eyes closed trying to go back to sleep. "Take the trash out for me please, sweety." The voice on the other side of the door was his mom's, soft spoken and kind. Groaning he scuffed at the thought of getting up, "Tell Ram to do it, Mom." This time he was kinder, but his voice still held on to it's irritation. "You know he's out on his boat, Lulu, you took your bath last night so all you have to do is take the trash out on your way to work." He rolled his eyes when he had been called Lulu. He had always hated being called that, but for some reason with him being the youngest his family found it cute to call him that, especially his mother. Even though it annoyed him he had given up complaining for them to stop years ago, for he knew it wouldn't work.

Lucas had been up for most of the night texting a girl that he had already forgotten the name to, clearly she wasn't important enough for him to bother to remember. He liked girls that left impression, she had not been one of them, but regardless he slowly slinkied out of bed. "Fine." Lifeless was his reply as he shuffled to the bathroom in his room to see how he appeared. "Thank you, Lulu." He could hear his mom say behind the door.

Sighing he didn't reply, but just stared at himself in the mirror. Looking himself over he gave himself approval. Every night before bed he'd always put on the clothes he was going to wear the next day and always managed to smell and look fresh and wrinkle free.

Picking up his brush and hairspray he stared brushing his hair back and with ever stroke a brush of a white cloud would follow to help him keep his beautiful golden locks of hair up in a perfect curved shape.

He was wearing a grey t-shirt, blue jeans, and tennis shoes, and in his mind he looked perfect. He was a vain person and he could probably had stood there all day looking at his perfections. "You better stop staring at yourself!" Calling most likely from the kitchen he gave the comment a smirk.

Walking out of the bathroom he walked over to his nightstand to get his cellphone then left his room. The hallways was decorated with floral painted walls and pictures of him and his family. The pictures were mainly when him and his brother were younger and he didn't understand why his mom didn't just put recent pictures, Lucas was so much much attractive now than then, but she just kept the old ones instead.

When entering the kitchen he walked over to his mother who was holding a plate of grape jelly covered toast. "You know me so well, and I don't mind if I do." He said as he walked up behind his mom and took a piece from over his shoulder. Kissing his mothers forehead she laughed, "I'm your mother, I have to know everything about you.". Not everything. Giving her a smile full of food and small wave he grabbed the garbage bags next to her then exited the house.

Going around to the back he deposited the trash into their rightful cans with a sigh; he had always hated taking out the trash. It was always to smelly and annoying. Time to go to work.






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Image"You get the best of both worlds! Mix it all together and you know that it's the best of both worlds!" She sang loudly as she swung back and forth in her hammock for a bed singing into a cotton candy colored hair brush. The song was by Miley Cyrus, or Hannah Montana, Ariel might have been at little to old for it, but it happened to make her happy; she was a fan of upbeat songs with fluffy and fun messages, they just caused her joy.

She had woken up hours ago and had already gotten her shower, clothes, and hair out if the way. She had been wearing a pink crepe top, with a pair of black crepe shorts, grey cardigan, black circular sunglasses, and a good chained necklace. Ariel's outfit wasn't here though, but her sisters and she had borrowed it knowing her sister wouldn't mind. The only thing that was missing was make up, which she was going to ask her sister to do for her if she was still home.

"Breakfast girls!" A thick husky voice cut through Ariel's loud music and singing. "Food!" Exclaiming so she turned off her stereo and slipped her feet into light blue converse before skipping gracefully down the stairs humming to the kitchen to eat.

"That was a nice concert up there," commented her father, "how many fans showed up this time?" There was a child like twinkle in his eyes well he smiled down at his daughter as she pulled out a wooden chair then sat down. "Millions of people showed up this time!" Giggling and grinning she shrugged her shoulders in a cute way as her father began to join in on the laughter.

Her father placed a plate in front of her with cut up eggs, sausage, and pancakes. "I wanted to cut my own food this time." Sticking out her bottom lip as she picked up her fork then stabbed it into her pancake. "Your my baby, so let me baby you." Telling her this he kissed her forehead then poured maple syrup onto her cut up pancake including the piece on her fork. It didn't take long for the pucker to turn into a huge smile as she popped the tiny square into her mouth, chewed it up, then swallowed. "Is Alyssa still home?" Ariel shrugged her shoulders as she patted her mouth with her napkin, "I'm not sure, Daddy." Telling him this he ran his fingers through her hair, "Well, I hope she joins us for breakfast."

The food on her plate was gone soon, for a small girl she could eat. Ariel enjoyed everything she'd ever eaten, and from the small amount of memory she could recall she even liked grapes, but with her being allergic she wasn't allowed to eat them anymore. She could barely remember one time eating them as a kid then having a reaction to them where she almost died. The doctors had told her parents if she got to close to them she'd get really sick and eating them would be fatal, but she still liked the taste of them though.

Looking down at her empty plate another pucker sizzled to her face. "Would you like some more?" Asking her with a British accent mocking Oliver Twist Ariel did her best not to laugh even though she wanted to, all she did was nod her head with her lip still out. "Then here, honey." Setting another big plate of cut food in front of her she clapped her hands with joy and began eating again.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Asta Falr Character Portrait: Bobby Ceres Character Portrait: Stephanie Ceres Character Portrait: Bryce Nepthys Character Portrait: Izzy Dias Character Portrait: Odessa Martis Character Portrait: Layla Ailuros Character Portrait: Calypso Serrure Character Portrait: Julian Serrure Character Portrait: Lucas Jason Amut Character Portrait: Daphne Bacchus Character Portrait: Viona Dorior Character Portrait: Antares Pallas Character Portrait: Fin Bacchus Character Portrait: Mack Nephthys Character Portrait: Amanda Cyprus Character Portrait: Ronan Saxon

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Izzy awoke late in the day, typical of her when she didn't have classes. She instantly went to her phone and was almost disappointed when she saw there were no new messages, at least not from anyone important. Frowning, she made up her mind to do her very best to change that, by sending a few messages out to the people she felt she knew best, most of which who she felt either could easily be controlled, or were attractive, or she considered a friend, and that left a wide range of people.


To: Odessa, Fin, Amanda, Lucas, Bryce, Viona, Ronan, Julian, Calypso:


Hey all, your queen has awoken! So where’s everyone up to? I’m looking forward to seeing all you peeps at the festival tonight, and festivals aren’t even like my thing like at all! So you guys better be there because if I’m there alone with the village elders, heads shall roll! Lol! Will be in town fyi so feel free to meet up with me.


From: Izzy Dias


Izzy put her phone down, sat up, walked out of bed down to the small bathroom in her tiny flat and took a long bath, before dressing and heading out for town. It was nice not having to work to pay for school because you had a rich stepfather to pay for it all, Izzy had to admit, problem was, that meant a lot of people were tried down for work. Driving into town she quickly parked her car and watched as several people put together decorations, smirking almost, she couldn’t understand why anyone but criminals would work for free for something having to do with the community, but she supposed that was why she was a leader, after all, not everyone’s grandfathers Zeus, and the ruling blood certainly ran deep in Izzy.



Izzy, getting out of her car decided to look for a place to loiter around, a hobby she quite enjoyed. She wasn’t really watching where she was going however and bumped into Mack, who was sweeping sand?


“Um excuse me, but do you mind!” She snorted angrily, when he completely ignored her. Then an idea came to her. “ Hey Mack, check this out!” When she had gotten his attention she looked to the sky and caused a small stray bolt of lighting light up the sky. It was the kind that was gone in an instant and made you wonder if there was a storm or not, the ones that Liverpool had been getting frequently for the last 21 or so years. Besides, it was always fun to scare the crap out of people, and Izzy remembered somebody told her once that Mack was afraid of lighting.


Laughing to herself, Izzy walked down to the record shop and gave Julian a wink before turning to the music, trying to find some old records that would make for a great sound mix. She would flirt a little, talk a little, possibly buy something, and be on her way.

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Bobby grinned to himself as he heard Asta call out, “Morning Bobby!” Followed by “I don’t drink coffee, but I’d be keen for a hot chocolate.” He watched, coming back to the front of the store, pleased that this didn’t go as badly as he thought it might. Asta helped you out almost, and he had to admit, she was a very easy person to talk to. She pulled out a bunch of euro’s and some coins (that’s the Irish currency if I’m correct) and offered them to him. “Maybe get some lemon cakes too? My shout.”


Bobby refused the money and replied. “Sure thing, I’ll buy, one hot chocolate, a tea for myself and a bunch of lemon cakes coming right up, I’ll be back.” He walked out the door before Asta could protest and ran not really thinking about anything but getting Asta’s ordered right. He ran between Daphne, Amanda and Fin, tripping himself, and said a quick “I’m terribly sorry!” and continued on his way rushing by a girl who he thought was named Layla with the same hasteful sorry before reaching the coffee shop.


When he had at last reached his destination, he found himself waiting for his sister to stop texting before she noticed him. She raised a brow.


“Um Bobby, what up? Why are you so sweaty? Where you running from those normal thugs again!? Cause I’ll cripple them I will! And you know I don’t like it when you just come to visit me.”


“Right, just, everythings fine Steph, just ah, um I was wondering if I could have a medium hot chocolate, a ice tea and two lemon cakes.” Bobby said as Stephanie’s eyes lit up before she got to work.


“Oh Bobby, who is it, who are you buying breakfast for, that’s real unlike you, well then again I guess it isn’t, your just usually too shy to-”


“It’s just Asta, nothing romantic, just, you know, just something employees do for each other once in awhile.” Bobby interrupted.


“Well ‘ere ya go Bobby, enjoy your little lunch with you employee.” Stephanie laughed a little and handed her older brother his order and watched as he ran back out shaking her head. On his way back, breathless, he stopped to catch his breath and felt his phone go off, so he one handly picked it up and read the new message.


To: Amanda Cyprus, Stephanie Ceres, Bobby Ceres, Fin Bacchus

Turns out my boss doesn't want me to work today so I have the day off... Anybody wanna hang out?



He quickly typed back a response.


To Daphne:

I would, but I’m stuck at work. Maybe later, see you at the festival. Oh and I think I’ll ask Asta if she wants to come too if that’s alright.


From: Bobby


He quickly walked inside and put down the bag he’d been carrying. “ And there you go Asta, a hot chocolate, two lemon cakes, and a ice tea.” He sat down on a box of books he probably shouldn't have sat on, and took a big gulp before finding himself stuttering.


“ So um eh w-would you um m-mind going to the f-festival later tonight w-with some of my friends and siblings. I mean you don’t have to, I just thought m-maybe it’d settle some things and we could all get to know each other.”


He winced waiting for her answer.


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Stephanie sighed as her phone buzzed and flipped it out to see what was up.


To: Stephanie

Yeah, sure, sounds like fun, when would you like to meet and where?


Stephanie felt her heart thump at the message. There it was, plain as day, a messages from Antares, asking her when and where she wanted to meet up. Why the hell was she so nervous and more importantly, not already texting him back.


To: Antares

Cool, glad you can come, I was thinking we could maybe meet at the docks at around oneish, I should be done with work by then. I still have to wait for Brad and Bobby so it’ll probably be just the two of us, but it’s not like it’s a date or anything so yah. See you at the docks:)



From: Stephanie


Stephanie pressed send and looked up to see Bobby, looking rather crazy. She smiled served him and returned to her phone, an unusual thing for her to do while at work, but today to her it seemed at least, it was like a holiday.


To: Amanda Cyprus, Stephanie Ceres, Bobby Ceres, Fin Bacchus

Turns out my boss doesn't want me to work today so I have the day off... Anybody wanna hang out?


Lucky, she muttered to herself before repiling.


To Daphne:


Sorry, but I’m stuck here till one, we can hang later though.


From: Stephanie.


Stephanie put down her phone only to pick it up again and read yet another message.


At work right now, slow as hell. I’ll catch up with you later at the festival. Promises.

She quickly typed back:


K see you later at the fest, don’t be too sad, you're surrounded by music, I’m surrounded by coffee and baked goods, not quite as entertaining ;)

Then she really did go back to work, shoving her phone in her pocket as a customer came in.

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Character Portrait: Izzy Dias Character Portrait: Lucas Jason Amut

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ImageAs he was walking the the pub he felt the phone on his pocket beginning to vibrate. Pulling it out he read the texting highlighted in blue with black text:

Hey all, your queen has awoken! So where’s everyone up to? I’m looking forward to seeing all you peeps at the festival tonight, and festivals aren’t even like my thing like at all! So you guys better be there because if I’m there alone with the village elders, heads shall roll! Lol! Will be in town fyi so feel free to meet up with me.

From: Izzy Dias


Smirking at the text, man did he miss her body.

Where are you at right now beautiful? I'm bored, we should hang. ;)


Sending the text he went into the pub and sat down at the bar. An the break of boredom he hoped that he'd get a text back soon, he needed something to do and someone interesting to do it with, Izzy was perfect for both. She was so much like him: sexy, smart, knew how to get attention, she was the whole mine yards. They had had some fun together in the past that he didn't mind having right now.

"A beer please." He told the man who was serving him. "Is that all sir?" Raising his head to the man Lucas rolled his eyes, " Did I ask for anything else?" "Well, no sir, bu-" "No buts," cutting him off Lucas put a finger to his lips, "all I asked for was a beer, but since you decided to be ignorant and ask me for more I'll take a browny." Smiling with a fake sweetness at the man he dropped his arm to rest on the bars table in front of him. "Please hurry up." The voice was kind, but the hint in Lucas' eyes were rude and demanding, he hated dealing with people that asked him questions after his statements, it was unneeded and to time consuming.

"Here you go." The man set down Lucas' order with an uneasy smile and shaky hands. "What happened to saying sir?" He asked nonchalantly to the man. "Sorry s-" From all his shaking he managed to knock over the bottle, spilling it's contents all over the bar and almost on Lucas. "What do you think you're doing?" Lucas had yelled at the man causing almost all eyes to turn on the two of them.
"I didn't realize it was so hard to set down a bottle!" The other boy stood there in a speechless manner looking between Lucas and the eyes that had fallen on them. "I'll get you another bottle, sir, for free." His voice was almost a whisper to Lucas as the bartender bowed slightly to retrieve another bottle. "Thank you!" Calling after the boy it didn't take to long for his returning.

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Izzy had just found the tape she was looking for when decided to text her brother to see what he was up to, after all it would probably be fun to go and party with him at the festival and for being twins they certainly didn’t talk near as often as they should. She knew he hated crowds, but being the person Izzy was she was bent on him getting over that. fear.


Hey Antonio, jk, I know how you hate being called that Tony. So guess what, I’ve decided that as your twin sister it’s my job to protect your social life so guess what, you're going to be at that festival tonight. See yah there.

From: Izzy




As soon as she had finished her text to her brother her phone lit up. Finally, she grumbled as she fumbled to answer her phone.


Where are you at right now beautiful? I'm bored, we should hang. ;)



Izzy lit up when she saw that Lucas had been the first to reply and got even more excited with what his message said. He was the one person she instantly got along with, as they were so much alike. Lucas was hot, sexy and had means of getting his way. Izzy loved him in a way she never loved her large amount of lovers before him. Things were different with him.


Well Mr. Atum, I for one am at the music shop looking for some tapes a feeling a bit frisky and broad, a restless combo. Where are you? I’ll head your way.


From: Izzy


Izzy hurried up, bought some tapes and left almost as soon as she had came. A bright little breeze blew her hair and she stopped it so her hair wouldn’t be too messed up. She almost missed it before but now the local pub caught her eye and Izzy swarmed to it like ants to sugar. She stepped inside just in time to hear some sort of commotion happen.

Luckily she spotted Lucas and sat down next to him.


“So I guess I ended up finding you anyway, so what’d I miss?

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Well Mr. Atum, I for one am at the music shop looking for some tapes a feeling a bit frisky and broad, a restless combo. Where are you? I’ll head your way.

From: Izzy


That's a lovely combo you got going on. Well, I'm at the pub, hurry and get yourself over here to see me.


Laying his phone done on the bar her smirked and picked up his bottle of beer and took a sip letting the bitter taste fill his mouth he then swallowed. "Hey, waiter, you never cleaned up this spill!" The excited had settled some, but Lucas had pleasure in spiking things back up at times. The waiter had a look of anger and annoyance when he started cleaning with paper towels and mumbled something under his breath. "What did you say?" Before the waiter could speak Izzy had entered and taken a seat next to Lucas, "Hey sexy." Saying so to her with a wink. “So I guess I ended up finding you anyway, so what’d I miss?" Chuckling he used his hand to move the hair out from in front of Izzy's eyes so he could see her better. "My normal," he began, "just letting people know I run things around here.".

Turning his attention back to the waiter he had taken the bundle of soaked towels he threw them in the garbage and gave Lucas a stare. "What," a smirk bubbled across Lucas' face, "are you getting upset? Because if you are you should just quit because you'll be seeing me here a lot." All the waiter did was old an intension gaze with the calm cocky Lucas. Finally with a huff the waiter unclenched his fist and started walking over to a different customer. "That's what I thought." Chuckling he had been talking to himself, but said it loud enough where the people around him could hear. The waiter had turned back around to look at Lucas and opened his mouth to speak, but before he said anything he just rolled his eyes and took someone's order.

"I feel sorry for people that can't stand their ground," telling Izzy as he turned back to face her, "but without idiots like him I'd have no one to control." Looking at her with a smirk he picked up the plate that had a browny smothered with chocolate syrup. Holding it with one hand he placed it in front of Izzy. "It's still warm and I haven't eaten any of it, so you're welcome to eat it for me." Saying so he took the fork and the napkin that had been his and put it beside the plate. The aroma from the brownie was mouth watering, but he rather she have something tasty then himself. For the most part Lucas was a douche to everyone, but to specially people like Izzy he'd do lots of things just to make them happy. Resting his elbow on the table he picked up his drink and took another sip. "You and I haven't done anything for a while," he started as he put his bottle down and got a little closer to her, "so how about you be my date to the festival night? We would have lots of fun together." Giving her one of his famous flirtatious smile he took her hand in his. "We could even have some fun before and after the festival too, if you'd like."

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Izzy giggled as Lucas yelled at the guy behind the cornner. " My normal, just letting people know I run things around here." He answered her and she half laughed half rolled her eyes, but impressed all the same. She watched as the waiter gave them looks and as Lucas annoyed him enjoying the show.

"I feel sorry for people that can't stand their ground, but with idiots like him I'd have no control" He went on to say after the waiter had moved on to someone else. Izzy smile to him and spoke up saying. "Well Lucas you have much more patince than me I can't stand people like that, I guess I take advantage of them." A guy a few feet away gave her a look and she relized that was a bit loud. " What? Scared."

Izzy would have said more, but Lucas pushed a plate full of brownie throws her and she forgot about talking and was reminded of how hungry she truely was, after all she hadn't eaten anything all day. "It's still warm and I haven't eaten any of it so your welcome to eat it for me."

" Aw why thank ya suger" Izzy thanked him, using her faux American accent she loved to use. She quickly started to eat the browie and finished it in no time. Then she put an arm around Lucas as he got closer to her and began to say what she'd been waiting for. " You and I haven't done anything for a while, so how about you be my date to the festival night? We could have lots of fun togather." He paused and Izzy noticed his flirtatious smile before he added, " We could even have some fun before the festival too, if you'd like."

Izzy tried hard not to blush, but it wasn't working. " That sounds absoultly great Lucas." Izzy said in a dramatic voice, giving the boy a small kiss on the cheek before adding. " So Lucas, would you like to hang around town some more, or would you like to go back to my place. I think I might have left something important on my bed." Izzy said with a small wink, not caring what she was hinting and also not minding what they did.

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Character Portrait: Izzy Dias Character Portrait: Lucas Jason Amut

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Image"Well Lucas you have much more patince than me I can't stand people like that, I guess I take advantage of them." Izzy's voice was loud and got a few heads to turn. "What? Scared." Was her reply to someone's reaction causing Lucas to laugh. "It's not at all patiences, it's just fun to humiliate people." He was being honest, and he did enjoy causing other people trouble, it was funny to watch people get upset at him or embarrassed by the things he would say to them; people were just idiots for falling into his little games. Most of the people in town he knew, so he knew all they ways to get into their heads and trick them. There was only a few people that could ever catch on to his games, Izzy was on of them. He had tried it on her when they first met; he didn't trick her but he still got what he wanted. He always guessed the reason he preferred Izzy over all the other girls in towns was because she knew all the right things to do to get to people like he did, which was extremely sexy.

"That sounds absolutely great Lucas." Using an over dramatic voice got him smile at her and when she kissed his cheek it just made him want her even more. Sometimes I feel like she teases me. And of course at times she did teased him, which drove him completely mad, but sometimes he teased her too which made it ok. "I'm happy you think that." Grinning he noticed the slight pink color that had now lite her face, "It's so sexy when you blush." Licking then biting his lower lip he gave her body a quick glance over, I can't wait to do her again. Having silent thought about her she began to speak again. "So Lucas, would you like to hang around town some more, or would you like to go back to my place. I think I might have left something important on my bed." Kissing her lips softly and then pulling back before she had the time to kiss back he began to speak. "I wouldn't want to keep that important thing waiting." With her hand still in his he rose to his feet and helped her out of her chair.

Thoughts of the other three times they had gotten been together raced through his mind. She was undoubtably the best he'd ever done and he had been with lots of girls, he was pretty sure he'd been with a descendent of Aphrodite once and they came no where close to being as good as Izzy. Every inch of her was perfect in every way, every last inch. He loved the way her skin always felt up against his, the way she kissed him full of passion; the girl was just so seductive. Bending over a little so his mouth was right next to her ear he whispered, "I can't wait for our fourth time." Kissing her neck then pulled away and started walking towards the door with Izzy still in hand.

When getting to the door he opened and held it open for her, "Now let's go get that thing." He had been waiting some time for then to do this again, he had been forcing himself to wait though so the next time it happened it would be perfect; he had been waiting for about a week, which to him is like a year.

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Saturday, 20th July
5pm



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The main street of Northbay, still illuminated by the soon to be setting sun, has come alive. Music (a local folk band currently playing on the stage) drifts down the street.

Residents arrive to take a look at what the festival has to offer: food, games, competitions, raffles and trinkets for sale.

Of course, given that the town's residents are the descendent of gods you can bet that there will be other stalls selling magical items and game booths encouraging use of powers.






Mack Nephthys

- Midday -


Mack was shaking his head as a pair of helpers moved a beam of wood into place,
"Watch where you're..." He started to warn the pair before, crash! the beam hit another pile of poles and sent them rolling across the road. Luckily most of the street was blocked off from pedestrians so there was little need for Mack to run screaming after them. Instead he simply pointed after them to the pair that had caused the crash.

A moment later a voice made him turn and he found Dehlilah Cyprus standing behind him.
"Um, hey I didn't want to interrupt but um can you ask the girl, my friend ran into if she's ok?" She sounded nervous, or perhaps she was just breathless from running across the street.
"Jade. Her name is Jade." Mack said. He felt uncharacteristically defensive of Jade. He was a friendly guy, he didn't take too many things to heart and was easily able to brush off most insults. But the crash this morning had almost cost Jade her babies and in his eyes Dehlilah had been more concerned with getting Antonio into the restaurant than caring for the hurt girl. Still, the fact that she was here asking after Jade meant that Mack's voice wasn't cold, it was simply lacking its usual warmth.

"I would have helped, but I didn't know if you'd want us... To put our noses in your business," Mack wondering who 'our' was meant to be, Dehlilah and Antonio? Mack shook his head slightly. He was about to argue that it had only been 'his' business because he had been concerned, but decided to hold his tongue. He liked Dehlilah well enough, from the little he had seen of her around town. Besides a moment later she looked over her shoulder. She said goodbye, placed a hand on his arm and added "Thanks, seriously," before leaving.

After she left Mack turned back to the set-up, shaking his head as he saw that in the few minutes his attention had been elsewhere all chaos had erupted...

- 5:00 pm -


Mack sat back, enjoying the cool beer in his hand as he watched the cordons open and the first residents enter the festival. Mack was at one of the stalls set up outside the bar, fairy lights twinkled above his head and the setting sun was caught and held by the string of mirror-like, plastic crystals that were twined around a nearby lamp post. Soon enough the whole street would be lit by the fairy lights and street lamp, creating a magical setting for the night's festivities.

Mack's hangover of the morning was well and truly gone. In fact, if he found the right people he wouldn't be against making an event out of tonight. He finished his beer and signaled for the bar keep who passed him another. He popped it open, appreciating the tsk of goodness being released.
"To a good night." He said to the bar keep, tilting his bottle in a salute. He returned his gaze to the street, took a sip and leaned back, waiting for the night to begin.

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Character Portrait: Bobby Ceres Character Portrait: Stephanie Ceres Character Portrait: Amor "Ariel" Amelia Vanadis Character Portrait: Izzy Dias Character Portrait: Lucas Jason Amut Character Portrait: Antares Pallas Character Portrait: Antonio Diaz

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12:00 PM

Stephanie's heart was thumping as she thought about what she'd say to Antares when they were finally alone at the docks for once. Make it good Steph, he's going to love you. She had already told him it'd be okay if Ariel came along to, she doubted the kid would get between anything, she checked her phone and reread her last message:

To: Antares

Hey sure that's fine, can't wait to see you there I'll try to be early


Try was a bit of a stretch, she had purposely left work at 12:00 to make sure she had tons of time, in fact it seemed like next to nothing to could astray, but boy was she wrong. Stephanie walked across throws the docks when she noticed the car. Some idiot had bashed out a headlight! Only one person would dare do such a thing. “Izzy” Stephanie heard herself muttering under her breath. She looked back behind her. While she was furious with Izzy, she knew it wasn't worth running things with Antares. With one last scowl she continued throws the dock. Still no one, which was good, she was the first one there.

Pasting back and forth with nerves Stephanie couldn't think of much to say, a thought which scared her. She's never been good with letting people on to the fact she loved them. Why with her first boyfriend he had to practically force himself on her, so she didn't have to do much, but with the last one, well he was harder. Bobby always told her to just be herself. But what did he know, he couldn't even talk to the postman correctly.

Maybe it was because she was off in a funny memory of Bobby stuttering at the postman, or maybe it was because she wasn't paying attention but whatever the reason she tripped and landed on one wrist, her left one, hard. She winced and swore a bit. Gods her wrist hurt. But she couldn't have broken it, no she couldn't have broken it! If she had broke it that ruined everything! How was she suppose to hold hands with Antares! How was she suppose to pound Izzy!

As if for the pure good of it at that time a older middle aged man walked by. Just from the look of it Stephanie could tell he was just a normal guy and she figured he'd leave her alone.

“Why miss whatever seems to be the matter? I heard your crying while I was going around on my afternoon walk.”

“I wasn't crying it's nothing.”Stephanie growled holding her wrist and wincing.

“Well it seems to me as if you've hurt yourself, and it wouldn't be right of me to leave a young injured woman all by herself.” The man replied.

“You don't seem to understand, you see I have a date- er uh I mean I'm meeting someone!” Stephanie protested.

“Well little missy just come with me to the hospital, you can get that wrist of yours checked out, and then come right back.”
“Oh alright!” Stephanie gave in, but only because her wrist really did hurt, and though she'd never admit it to anyone she did feel a bit like crying in disappointment as she walked with the man, she hoped this would be done soon.

5PM

Stephanie sighed looking down at her wrist. It was banged and had been put in a sling. The doctor had said it was only a light sprain, but already Stephanie was worried. She hadn't been able to explain a thing to anyone as it was impossible to text with one hand. All she need now was some girl to steal Antares from her. Figuring that Antares and Ariel had left by now, Stephanie made her way to the festival. She's meet up with them there, she decided.

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Izzy practically melted when Lucas kissed her. She never could figure out why, sure she'd been kissed by many different people before, girls and boys alike, but no one, not even Eva Whites her high school sweetheart, could come even remotely close to this boy. And boy did she ever like that, the only problem was that she couldn't let go of this boy, when he was with others, she found herself, yes her, feeling jealous. And she couldn't stand not being around him for more than a weeks time. Izzy didn't have crushes, nor did she really have love, and this was all strange to her and frighten as well as excited her. Suddenly he stopped kissing her and instead answered her.

“I wouldn't want to keep that important thing waiting.”

“Neither would I.” She smiled as she took his hand and the two walked outside.

“I can't wait for our forth time.” She heard him whisper in her ear. She let out another laugh.

“You've counted?” She watched as he held open the door for her and walked out of it.

“Now let's go get that thing.” Lucas grinned.

“Sure thing, I'd hate to keep either one of us waiting. I hate waiting!” Izzy looked at the sky and made a warm breeze fly by as she kissed Lucas deeply before pulling away and leading him to her car. She opened her doors and told Lucas to sit wherever he wished when she saw it, parked a little aways was the Ceres's car, she'd recognize it's ugly features from anywhere.

“Hey Lucas do you mind denting up a car before we go? See it's just that this little bitch, her names Stephanie, just seems to have parked her car in my blind spot, and I won't be able to see it.” Izzy pulled out and rammed into the car before driving off.

“See?” She smiled as she drove throws her flat. When they finally arrived and wounded up in her house she looked in Lucas's eyes and smiled.

“I love you Lucas, I do, I mean I like really love you.” She told him her fingers trailing around him teasingly. “And I'm going to make you want and love me, and you're going to love tonight.” She added trying hard not to blush. She never blushed. Blushing was overrated.

***

Izzy was laying beside Lucas, her hair in a mess, not that she minded, a pleasant smile on her face.

“Well that was fun eh?” She said. “You know, I was thinking, what if during the festival we go around and try to brake up as any couples as we can. I know it sounds mean, but think of it this way, were preventing the town from unwanted pregnancies. And a lot of drama, plus we'd be the envy of town.”

Izzy realized her phone had went off and she checked it. It was from her brother:


Haha, sorry, just got your text. You'll be happy to know I spent most of my day with people already.:P See you tonight. Hey, Izzy, smart decisions okay?

So much for that, Izzy thought with a laugh

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Image“Sure thing, I'd hate to keep either one of us waiting. I hate waiting!” A warm breeze passed as he received a deep kiss from Izzy, something he really did enjoy. Out of all the girls and boys in town she was the only one he completely enjoyed all the time, everything about her was perfect.

“Hey Lucas do you mind denting up a car before we go? See it's just that this little bitch, her names Stephanie, just seems to have parked her car in my blind spot, and I won't be able to see it.” "Go ahead, babe, bitches get what they deserve." "See?" He knew little about her though, she was quiet and reserved, which to him did make her a bitch. She refused to talk to him maybe she thought she was better than him, there was no way she was though.

Before they left he felt them hit the girls car and then drive off. "That dent looks expensive." Things like that were a huge turn on to him, douche bags were always sexy. Looking over at her he leaned over to kiss her cheek, "Good job, baby." It's was obvious Izzy and him ran this town and had to make sure everyone else knew they were in charge.

When they finally got inside her home he had to use all his strength not to take off her clothes then and there. With his arms around her waist he looked into her eyes as she gazed back into his, Why does she have to be so beautiful? Being with Izzy was both good and bad, the good was their physical relations and the bad was how she made him want an emotional one too. He had never been in a emotional one before, it was all just sex to him, almost like a game. “I love you Lucas, I do, I mean I like really love you.” He couldn't help but smirk at the words, he had heard it so many times and all the others left, always. He knew in the end she probably would too, but he was still pleased to hear the words come from her mouth. As she spoke her hand rubbed against him making it hard for him to listen. “And I'm going to make you want and love me, and you're going to love tonight.” Him love? The thought was nice, but at the same time hard. He loved people, but he had never been in love with someone. Most of the time if a girl told him she loved him in this situation he'd just smack them across the mouth, laugh at them, then have his way, but he couldn't do that to Izzy. What was he suppose to do? He wasn't prepared for conversation, he thought they were just going to bang.

His mind was confused, but his outer appearance remained calm as he gave her a seductive smirk. Pulling her closer he whispered in her ear, "I love you too."

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“Well that was fun eh?” "It's always fun when it's with you." Telling her so he slide his pants back on when she continued talking. “You know, I was thinking, what if during the festival we go around and try to brake up as any couples as we can. I know it sounds mean, but think of it this way, were preventing the town from unwanted pregnancies. And a lot of drama, plus we'd be the envy of town.” He liked the sound of the thought, being envied was always on his to-do-list. "And how do you say we break them up exactly?" Laying next to her he cuffed his hand in hers. Maybe he did love her more than he would admit, "You realize you're mine now," looking up at her he grinned, "meaning you have to listen to me. You're my pet." As he spoke he used his free hand to move her hair from her face like he had down back at the pub. "My beautiful little pet." He hoped the words didn't come off to harsh, but it was true. Whenever he was in a longish type relationship or even a short one, like most, he was always the boss. He had to be in control over it for whatever reason, but he had to. It wasn't like he acted like a slave owner, but he'd just tell them what the could and couldn't do, or wear, or say, and stuff along those lines.