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Nolan Percival Yarley

"I'm not the blushing, bumbling, ditz you think I am."

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a character in “Mount Olympus Academy”, as played by Stark Contrast

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Nolan is a baby faced 18 year old, who looks as if he should be two years younger than he actually is. At 6'0, Nolan is a rather lanky, thin teen who sports little muscles and never seems to be able to gain weight no matter how much he eats. His hair is a light brown, and it tends to curl on some days, or when he's not too lazy to brush it, it can actually stand still for a few moments. He often dyes it a lighter shade of blonde on occasion. He has a rather poised, and sensible fashion taste for a male his age, and is usually donning cardigans, and vans. A variety of plastic, rubber, and string bands cover both wrists and never takes notice of them until people mention it. His eyes are a shiny emerald and tend to have a lighter shade under the right illumination. What makes him a little older at times is the scruff on his chin, on occasion he lets it grow out and then promptly shaves a few days later; bringing him back to his baby faced features.

"People who are the most silent, scream the loudest."



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Full Name:
Nolan Percival Yarley
Nicknames:
People sometimes refer to him as Percy, he doesn't mind it but it doesn't catch his attention as much as Nolan.
Age:
18
Godly Parent:
Zeus
Birthdate:
March, 13th
Home Town:
Marseille, France
Sexuality:
Undecided, Nolan has yet to really experience the thrill of a relationship as of yet, but if it counts he did once have an encounter with a boy when he was slightly intoxicated. It was nothing but a kiss, but ever since then Nolan just seems to ignore the subject.

Likes:
Tea
Organization
Cleaning
Phones
Computers
Drawing
Writing
Thunderstorms
Cats
Dogs
Cleaning
Helping Others
Reading
Riding his bike
Playing Piano
Has a thing for collecting charms
Slippers
Anything with a soft texture to it
Talking with others
Working in groups
Traveling
Violin (Proficient Player)
Food (of practically any kind)

Dislikes:
Arguments
Dirt
Disorganization
When others are insulted or hurt.
Punishments

Fears:
Never being able to live up to his father's legacy
Death
Being stuck anywhere for too long
People doubting him for the rest of his life.
Never being able to change himself for the better
Having to face his mother



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Personality:
Nolan is someone who always has a smile on his face, and tries to be as courteous, and kind as he can be. He always seems to be in the midst of helping others, and has always been extremely generous, to the point where people have stepped on him. The young man has a naivete of sorts, and is easily victim to tricksters and liars because of this naivete. People also seem to think of him as a bubbly, ditz, which he tends to hate being generalized into because of his naturally cheerful attitude. As a child of Zeus, Nolan is seen as rather dormant, people speculate that he has none of the traits commonly seen in Zeus' children, but they are mistakened. When put into the right situation, Nolan can become brave, and unyielding, his indomitable will is also quite prominent, and he will go through any lengths to achieve his goals. Seeing as how situations like this are rare, people do not often see this side. Nolan cares more about the safety of others, than even his own. Unfortunately, he lacks the confidence atypical in Zeus' children, and instead relies on a slight bashfulness on his part, yet it doesn't take him very long to become talkative. Nolan is a well mannered young man, who takes the time to become a useful asset to nearly everyone he meets, and he makes enjoyable company. Perhaps the most evident thing about Nolan, is his charming, innocent, young nature, he has yet to truly experience the world and so he looks at everything as if it were a new discovery. He's a bit scared to try new things, and hesitates when he breaks even the simplest rules, adding to his innocent nature. He also can get severely nervous when put on the spot for something, or when having to speak in public (but he figures everyone gets that way sometimes).

He has a reserved nature, and can be unnerved about doing things out of his comfort zone, but given enough morale he feels as if he can accomplish anything. Nolan; being more of the low energy type, has always focused more on his studies, and that is where his confidence lies. He is exceptional in the field of academics, more so than any Zeus child should be, and he finds it his goal to one day surpass Athena's own offspring should he be blessed. He doesn't make this confidence too noticeable, yet he loves to teach others things they have difficulty learning, and can be quite punctual when it comes to anything that is academic and competitive. While he feels he should out in the fields winning over some dangerous beast, Nolan figures that he isn't particularly cut out for action. Being raised by a strict mother and step father, Nolan had no choice but to become a well mannered young man, and to treat all (even those he holds a particular dislike for) with respect. As a result, it's difficult for anyone to think of him as sordid, he has simply always been the kind, reserved boy he grew up as, but as time moves forward, he can't help but wonder if there could be something more to his personality, than just being kind, naive, and shy. Most of all, Nolan wants a break from being too withheld with his true emotions, and so frigid with restrictions, and regulations, he believes that because of the way he was brought up that he isn't living life to the fullest, and that perhaps by doing that; by growing a backbone. he can fully embrace his godly heritage,

History:
Who would think that a young, confident girl, from a small village in France would become anything? Nolan's mother was repeatedly told that because she was a woman, that she would never be able to achieve anything. She was a confident, boisterous woman, who simply would not take no as an answer, as a result, as soon as the troublesome woman turned 18 she was practically thrown out of her house. While the event did dent some of her confidence, as not having a home would do to anyone, she refused to settle into the fact that she was a woman and therefore had no business trying to achieve anything in the first place. She would not have it. Luckily for her, she was able to quality for a girls's college not far from where she was born, and from there it was then that her true potential was realized, Academics was merely busy work for her, and being as confident (and sometimes arrogant) as she was, she also seemed to dominate many of the schools sports teams. But when in her junior year, when the college was forced to merge the female and male population she found herself being overlooked in sports and academics over men, and found that the location was not at all conductive to her education and other women's.

She rallied people together, and fought against this, her actions somehow caught the attention of what she thought was someone who attended the college, this person so much like her, yet so different, appealed to her, and it seemed like the relationship was all fireworks and explosions. Unfortunately, being a woman who was as impatient as ever, before she could finally fight for her rights, she had fallen pregnant, and the man she fell for disappeared quicker than she could even announce her pregnancy. Her college didn't take the news positively, and she was promptly expelled a few months after having her child. Life at that point forced her to return to her parents, who after having her character damaged by her pregnancy, and losing her courageous spirit, she submitted fully to their demands, under the pretense of shelter. Her parents were aging rather quickly anyways, by the time Nolan was 3 she had already secured a future in business, and could have easily moved out and started a new life, but seeing her parents grow meeker by the day forced her to take care of them until certain death came for the two when Nolan was 5. After which, the trust fund they had left their daughter was used for her to move far away from France and start a new life in America. There she regained the confidence she once knew, but at the cost of losing valuable time that could have been spent with her son. Instead, to deal with Nolan's behavioral issues he was spent to specialist after specialist, yet all of them diagnosed the same problems, Nolan simply hadn't enough affection or attention from his mother. At some point the need was so great, that he refused to obey caretakers, and she was forced to take him to work with her at times. As soon Nolan turned 8 though, she would find a way to quell this. Through manipulative means, she was able to make Nolan believe that if he was as well mannered as he possibly could be, that she wouldn't leave him. It was a rather childish request, but without knowing how strong a bond Nolan forged with her, and the fact that he couldn't possibly manage existence without her by his side, it actually worked.

For her, it was just proof that she could do anything she pleased, and Nolan grew up with a rather twisted view of his mother as he grew older because of this. There was hardly any affection between the two of them, and Nolan's reaction to her getting engaged when he was 12 was numb to say the least. When she finally did make time for her only son, it was often on uncomfortable, forced occasions. The two would probably never be able to repair their relationship, or at least Nolan felt that way. And so the two, split from each other. Nolan hardly cared, and took to other activities to occupy his time, such as his education, if there was anything that brought them even remotely close together it was Nolan's academic accomplishments, having so much ahead of him, he never realized that he was doing these things to only appease to his mother and gain her approval. It only took a few harsh words from his step father for him to realize this. During puberty he had become much like a recluse, there was no rebelliousness in him either, but hearing that from his step father made him want to test the fact that he could break rules, that he wasn't just some doll. When he was 16, he went out with a couple of friends to a party, nothing major, as all people usually attend a party during their younger years, this was of course a little different. There were so many new sensations he had yet to experience, and so many things he had yet to be warned of. It only took a beer and a half for him to end up forcibly held down and kissed by another boy on a dare, and admittedly at the time, it felt ridiculously good. He could only remember panicking the next moment, and sending those who held him down hurling towards the wall. He became extremely frightened, and as party goers stared at him he only breathed out a few panicked breaths then left as soon as he could.

Every part of Nolan felt ashamed to be existing at that very moment, even though he hadn't done much in anyone's book, it disturbed him. He made it home somehow in the middle of a thunderstorm. He had the house alone to himself for a few weeks now that his parents had gone out of town on vacation. The boy did a mental searching, and found himself completely unnerved, there were too many questions to answer, and too much to analyze, but he desperately needed answers. Going into his parents bedroom, he looked through drawers, and desks trying to find anything that could comfort him, until he came upon a crumbled piece of paper labeled with the Academy's name. He wouldn't stop staring at it for the longest time, and kept it close to him at all times during his solitary time in the household. It was only a week later, and a massive search of the household that Nolan was able to determine just who he was, his mother took her time to withhold as much information as he could about his true father, another one of her manipulative schemes he presumed. For the first time in his life, Nolan took his own fate his hands, packed his belongings, and left without turning back. Being as resourceful as he was, he was able to travel to the Academy, and attempt make a home there. Though, a part of him wants to repair the damaged relationship he has with his mother, he often wonders whether or not she ever thinks about him, but then truns, and doubts it.

Anything else?
~Is a proficient violin and piano player
~Maintains an I.Q of 173
~Slightly OCD with his possessions
~Speaks English, French, German, Italian, and Spanish
~Has a very slight accent with his English, and may have difficulty pronouncing R's
~Loves food of any kind, and will literally eat anything given to him.

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So begins...

Nolan Percival Yarley's Story

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Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Christian Straughn-Earle Character Portrait: Rueben Leonardo Esteban Character Portrait: Nolan Percival Yarley Character Portrait: Santiago Williams Character Portrait: Arielle Liu
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The Gods would probably joke about their children being adverse to being in their element, but Rueben just hated the feeling of sunlight on his face after a long sleep. Normally his nights consisted of forgetting about the toil of the previous day, and then the morning usually consisted of him feeling like a bear being ripped out of hibernation, or at least it was akin to that. The curly haired teen used his covers to keep the sun from his face, but once his fingers poked out from underneath the covers the light just seemed to reflect straight to the wall, courtesy of Apollo of course. Ruben just wasn't ready to get up yet, and once he planned to turn his head to ignore the rays, his phone, which he actually threw on the desk next to him after the long night he had. The device lit up every so often during the night, but that fact didn't surprise him in the least bit. From the day he arrived he gained more friends than he could even count of his fingers, and even more after that. Being a foreigner he hadn't expected so many people to flock to him by any chance, but he seemed to fit in quite easily without even needed to put much effort behind it. Thinking about all the enjoyable things that awaited him this morning, made the teen shuffle his head a little deeper into his pillow, the comfort of it was alluring, and he had a very slight desire to simply melt into the cushion, but knowing his habits he'd eventually get sick of staring at the white sheets below him. Yet, that didn't stop him from enjoying the few minutes that he could let his entire body rest. It was then that with a little gusto, something in his spirit told him to levitate from the bed, and he did just exactly that, with his eyes opened, and clear from drowsiness, he made his way to the bathroom, and attended to his hygienic routine. The shower was practically scalding, and he must’ve have put too much toothpaste on the brush for his teeth to taste so minty, and more importantly the taste of mint made his stomach grumble unexpectedly. He shuffled back into his bedroom, and pulled out whatever clothing he could find from the bags that he had left unpacked for so long.

The bags reminded him of how busy he kept himself without meaning too, he hardly had enough time to take attention to the stacks of luggage that sat untouched in his room, and each night he looked upon the dark corner with a sense of laziness, his days had been so occupied, that he could even organize anything, though it’s not like he would have even if he somehow got everything out of his luggage. He wasn’t Nolan, who even had his underwear labeled with the days of the week, a habitude he found to be awfully unorthodox, he hoped that Americans didn’t all do this, he wouldn’t want to have to be stuck organizing all of his wares from Spain. As soon as he was done contemplating his manner of dress, and had his pants and shoes on, his phone began to vibrate again with a new text message. The device vibrated on the desk next to his mattress for what must have been the 6th time already if Rueben could remember the random calls the night before, his arm outreached to the desk and he unlocked the device without even needing to stare at it. He peered at the message that popped up on the touch screen.

" Look alive. I'm on my way. -Chris"

It was a good thing Christian put his name after the message, considering the amount of phone numbers he gathered during his time here, Ruben would have had a truly difficult time discerning just who it was from. He put the appliance down and went to to tie his shoes. It wasn’t long until the tan teen heard a knocking at his door.

"En un momento, me estoy poniendo en mi camisa!"

Rueben suddenly forgot that he was no longer to in Spain, and doubted that Christian knew just what he said, or that he had yet to put his shirt on. He hurried and grasped a loose shirt hanging from one his luggage bags and struggled hastily to put it over the curls of his hair, before answering the door. The teen looked as if he came out of a fight with the clothes scattered around his room, yet he still had a beaming smile of his face.

”¡Buenos días Christian!.”

He felt a little embarrassed having come to the door in such an awkward manner, but it was safer for him to assume that Christian didn’t mind. He leaned on the door beside him, still a little woozy from having his shirt pulled over his head so violently, but still smiling, as he always did. He was curious as to what Christian wanted to do today, and reckoned that Christian had already done his part with working out, so he must have come here to assist him to class, or at least that’s what he thought it must have been.






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Hardly tangible, creased, and brown, coffee stained papers littered the cafe table in front of him, it would have been nearly impossible for anyone else to try and comprehend the complicated jargon written on the paper, it was just a collection of Thayer’s sudden ramblings when he had nothing better to do, and all of them seemed to come together to formulate one entire invention. The problem was, he just couldn’t tell what it was, where to get the materials to build it, or even if he could build in the first place. So he sat, strained at the papers, scratching that often wandering brain of his for some answers. It was strange how no matter how much he thought about his plans, he could falter so easily when it came to actually doing them, he thought about asking for help, but as stubborn, and arrogant as he could be, he wouldn’t have bothered to ask in the first place. He took another sip of the coffee next to him, it was scalding, but it was nothing compared to the fire he could bring forth from his fingers, so the burns were usually ignored, or not even present at all. Though he immediately regretted putting it down, he leaned a little too much in his chair, and once he set the cup down, a good portion of his coffee spilt on his denim jeans.

”Fuck!”


he yelped, and moved the rest of the papers away from the spilling liquid, and set them down on the empty chair next to his, he grasped napkins from the holder not too far from where he set his book bag down on the table, and attempted to clean as much as he could, only to end up in a sticky mess all over his fingers, and on his right lap. He really should have been more careful, but it was obvious that he couldn’t turn back time as much as he wanted to. At least his papers were saved from any more damage. Seeing as how his breakfast was pretty much ruined, he packed the papers back into his bag with a hint of anger in his shoves, and then looked up to find Nolan snickering at him from afar. Thayer held his middle finger up to the younger student, who rolled his eyes in response. He mouthed the words “Do you need help?”, while Thayer looked at him rather condescendingly. It wouldn’t matter if he denied Nolan the chance to help him, Nolan would do it anyway in spite of himself. Seeing Nolan as he made his way from his own table was made him groan inwardly, he looked at Nolan’s table, which was in a seemingly perfect order from where Thayer’s stared, coffee lined up with papers, his laptop, and a single mechanical pencil.

”Even the fucking croissant is perfectly aligned on the plate, Jesus, fuck...”

he thought to himself as Nolan approached, handkerchief and hand sanitizer in hand. Thayer gave him the most depraved look he could muster that morning, and held out his hand in shame, as Nolan happily squeezed a few squirts into his palms. Nolan smiled while doing this, giving Thayer a slight gurgling in the pit of his bowel which he wished he could pay no mind too. Nolan was just too much for him.”

The younger male bent down to pick up the cup that suddenly dropped from the floor, and used his handkerchief to clean the liquid that continued to drip from the edge of the table.

”Wouldn’t want you to feel sticky for the whole day, Thayer, I mean that’s no good.”
Thayer grimaced.

“Of course, an OCD freak like you would make a big deal out of this, when there's a bathroom right there...”

he pointed to the restrooms not too far from them, Nolan could only chuckle lightly at the suggestion, fully convinced that he had been as useful as he needed to be.

“Well...isn’t that convenient, but isn’t it better that you have a friend like me to help you?”

Thayer shrugged the statement off, Nolan was so much like the Mom he was thankful he never had, he wondered how could anyone raise someone so...docile.

“So are you gonna sit next to me or what? “

he asked.

Nolan perked up just a little, appreciative of the fact that Thayer actually desired his company. He looked at the chair beside Thayer, pushed his hand on the stool to make sure it was safe, dusted it with his handkerchief to make sure it wasn’t stained with coffee, then promptly sat down. The young man crossed one leg with the other. As Thayer rolled his eyes at the display, like always he had to add the doubt he had that Nolan was a Zeus kid.

“I just like to think how ashamed Zeus would be of you if he were sitting over there or something.”


Nolan pouted his lips, but did not respond, in fact, he thought the very same thing too, but wasn’t bothered by it to change himself in any way. He scanned the cafe, finding many of the student he either had yet to know or were in fact good acquaintances of his. He looked to a table not far from where the two of them were sitting, of course his first glace came upon Santiago, and he switched his eyes almost instinctually to avoid eye contact, knowing eventually that the two would meet half way somewhere and the cycle would begin, he looked to Arielle, and while they weren’t particularly friends in any way, he already knew of the damage she could do, and then Abby who took to stacking her plate, and Paige who just walked in. He was surprised not to see people like Ruben, or Kennedy out and about here, but he had no doubt that they were probably somewhere else on campus. He looked to Thayer, he was busy studying some small contraption of sorts, and sipping on whatever coffee hadn’t spilled.

”Busy morning, huh?”


”....Yeah...”
Thayer exclaimed with half of his attention on twisting a small cap on the contraption before it fell apart in his hand, to his sudden dismay.

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Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Halley McClain Character Portrait: Nolan Percival Yarley Character Portrait: Santiago Williams Character Portrait: Arielle Liu Character Portrait: Emmett Francis Meade
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Halley McClain



When Halley saw Arielle she slowed down her pace to walking. The Asia girl was bound to be meeting friends in the cafe, as she was the social, popular girl type. Halley examined Arielle from a distance, her hair was perfectly straight containing no fly always. There was a chance it was dyed, maybe highlighted. Hmm. Her makeup was done with perfect precision and most likely took up the majority of her morning. Why would Arielle even bother with those heels, this wasn't exactly a fashion show...
She watched Arielle make her way over to Santiago, the dreadlocks and Hades son guy who was already seated.


As she turned away from Arielle, Halley made but the slightest mocking look on her face barely sticking her tongue out, scrunching her eyebrows and tilting her head slightly. This face only lasted a second or two though. To hopefully not be seen by anyone.


The small roman girl made her way to the breakfast food. Fruits, cereal, dairy and wheat products were spread across a long narrow table. Twinkling her fingers over the food she was unsure which to choose, everything looked so fresh and delectable. She settled on an orange, blue berry muffin and chocolate milk. Which would fill her small stomach until lunch.It was completely natural for Halley to not care what she ate. She was born with high metabolism keeping her tiny no matter what she consumed.


So she took her food to an nearby empty table and plopping into the seat she pick at the muffin pulling the blueberries out and eating them individually while she occupying herself with her OmniSerm.


After she'd fiddled around a while on her phone she glanced up to find the cafe's population growing in number. Not only had Emmett Meade sat down with Arielle and Santiago but, her older brother Thayer and his friend Nolan, whom Halley knew little of, had entered the cafe. Lastly she noticed Abby Jarvis at the buffet choosing out her breakfast. Halley actually liked Abby, mostly because she liked karate too. But also because she seemed like a nice person to be around. After Halley finished her examination of the cafe she went back to her phone.

Halley pulled out a white and shiny blue tooth from her navy blue, fine cloth back pack. She inserted it into her ear. Not only could in receive calls, which Halley never got anyways, but it also was able to pick up any nearby conversations (With tweaking for the tech girl herself). You see, if a person had a phone around Halley could use that phones speakers, transmit it to her earpiece and well, thats spytech for you. To be honest Halley didn't own much of this equipment but it certainly could be good in eavesdropping times like these.

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Character Portrait: Christian Straughn-Earle Character Portrait: Nathaniel Sterling Character Portrait: Nolan Percival Yarley Character Portrait: Thayer Hendrix
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Nathaniel Sterling


Bright sunlight streamed through the window onto the elevated bunk bed . Awake but not yet wanting to face the day, Nate turned his head slightly away from the sun, enjoying the pink-gold haze that the rays created through his eyelids. His dorm room was situated at the far eastern corner of the dorms on the top floor. Due to this his window, which was more of a skylight, was on the eastern wall so he had a clear view of the sunrise over the trees and the sparkling water of the lake at the base of the hill on which the school was perched. With a deep sigh, he stretched out beneath the covers, pushing the sleep from his muscles before he opened his eyes, blinking against the bright light. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he swung his legs over to the ladder and jumped down onto the plush dark blue rug. Moving over towards the mirror he ran a hand through his tousled blonde hair, sighing quietly as he examined his complexion. Picking his Ipod up from the corner of the dresser he stuck the ear buds into his ears and turned up his favorite morning music. With unusually little thought to what he was wearing he grabbed a towel from the back of his closet door and his shower caddie and headed out into the hall and down to the washrooms, Chris was on his way back to his room and since Nate had his music in he just nodded and smiled as they passed in the hall.

About ten minutes later Nate finished his shower and collected his things from the washroom. Returning to his room he opened the door, greeted by the faint scent of freshly washed clothes and his cologne. Flicking on the computer beneath his bunk he moved over to the dresser to get dressed while he waited for the computer to boot up. Standing over his desk chair he clicked through to his school email, checking to see if anything important had come in for him since the night before. Giving a small groan of dissatisfaction he clicked out of the browser and put his computer into sleep mode. quickly and efficiently he pulled his duvet cover back into place on his bed.

Pulling the messenger bag from the hook next to his bed, he collected his cell phone from its place on his desk, his watch and Ipod from the top of the dresser and his laptop from the roll out chair, putting all of these things into his bag next to the notebooks he would need for the day. Heading to the door he checked his watch for the time 6:25 am, plenty of time to have breakfast at a leisurely pace and make it to his first period class.

Shutting and locking the door behind him he made his way down to the first floor of the dorm and out into the main courtyard. The faint scent of lilacs wafted up from the slope down to the water as he crossed the lawn towards the cafeteria a pleasant smile on his face. As he walked the song in his ears changed and suddenly it was his own voice that filled his ears, pulling one ear bud out he began to sing as he walked.

Out of the ruins and the rubble
Out of the smoke
Out of our night of struggle
Can we see a ray of hope?
One pale thin ray reaching for the day


He reached the doors to the cafeteria, and as he continued into the building he let his voice drop to a softer tone not wanting to disturb anyone.

We can build a beautiful city
Yes, we can; yes, we can
We can build a beautiful city
Not a city of angels but we can build a city of man


He let his voice trail off as he entered the cafeteria, his stomach growled at the sight of all the food the school provided in the morning. He surveyed the selection, then decided on some fruit salad, eggs and toast. Turning to face the dining hall Nate hesitated, he scanned the groups of people clustered around the tables, at on of the furthermost left tables Nate saw Arielle and her crew talking at a table. On the right side he saw Abby digging hungrily into a large plate of food, no doubt she had worked out hard this morning. Finally closer to the center of the room Thayer and Nolan were sitting together at a table.

Slightly afraid of what might happen if he approached Abby, Nate made his way over to Thayer and Nolan, hoping he wasn't interrupting their conversation too much he said "do you guys mind if I sit with you?"

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As her alarm started to beep that morning, a small groan came from underneath the duvet covered mess that was Gwendolyn Swann. She had barely slept at all that night, and was extremely tired for some reason. Usually, the girl was fine with only having three or fours hours sleep, and she could function as if she had slept soundly all night, but today, she just felt withdrawn and absolutely shattered. She couldn't will up the energy to force herself up out of bed, and it took almost five minutes for her to be able to bring her arm out of the covers to slap the alarm, stopping the incessant noise. The girl slowly dragged herself out of the bed, almost falling on the floor when she first stood. She stayed there for a moment, trying to keep her balance, before then trundling across her room and into her small bathroom.

Gwen turned the shower on up to a hot temperature, as hot as she could stand, and hopped in. The warm water was something that she always used to wake herself up, something she knew would kick start her morning. The blonde woman spent about twenty minutes in the shower, just letting the water drip over her skin before she climbed out, wrapping a large towel around herself. As she was unlike every other child of Aphrodite in the school, it didn't take her an hour and a half to do her hair and make up and ready herself for school that day, although it did take about about an hour, shower included as well. She blow dried her hair and got herself dressed into something quite casual, noticing that outside it had looked quite warm.

There was still a little time until classes were to start that day, so the girl slung her leather jacket over her arm and picked up her back, leaving the room to head over to the cafeteria. She was craving tea, needing something to help her get through the day. Caffeine was one of her favourite things in the world, and a good cup of tea in the morning was almost the perfect thing to wake her up completely. She felt as if she were half asleep as she walked towards the cafe, a walk that she had done many times in such a state before. She made a bee-line for the drinks section and ordered herself a tea, receiving it after only a moment of waiting. The cafeteria lady knew exactly how the girl liked her tea, having come in here every morning since she arrived to order the same thing.

Gwen was usually the sort of person who sat on her own in the mornings, not in the mood to speak to anyone so early. However, today, her eyes scanned the crowds of people sitting in the cafeteria, passing over Paige, her evening friend, and finally settling on Thayer, a guy that she counted as a brother in this school. Nolan was with him, and Nate had traveled over there too, and she was sure that they wouldn't mind another person joining them. The blonde girl moved over to their table and sat down next to Thayer, her head falling tiredly onto his shoulder once she had placed her tea on the table.

"Morning." She murmered to the boys.

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Bacon was a beautiful thing, and it’s presence on the buffet this morning made Abby a very happy camper. Free food was unquestionably one of her favorite things about the school for demi-gods, and something she took full advantage of. Abby mostly liked to stick to protein in the morning, as she learned it was best for supporting her hyper metabolism, though sugary foods gave her a quick, if unsustainable burst of energy too. Enhanced speed, demi-god or not, had to be fueled somehow. By the time she’d come through the line, her tray was filled with bacon, scrambled eggs, sausage, and a bowel of fruit salad along with two cartons of milk. She’d seen Thayer sitting at a table with Nolan when she’d come in, and had considered sitting with him, as he was one of the few people here she actually counted as a friend. When she turned back to look at his table however, the sight before her made Abby change her mind. The table was pretty full to begin with, and as she watched Gwen Swann lay her head on Thayer’s shoulder, an strange uncomfortable feeling churned in her gut, so she looked away. They didn’t need another person worming in at their table, and other than Thayer she didn't really talk to any of them, so she walked away. Besides, Nathaniel had just joined their table too, and no one wanted to see an outburst like the last time they’d come into close proximity.

So instead Abby walked on by, and claiming a table of her own after grabbing one of the newspapers off the far wall. She turned straight to the comics section and began reading Garfield as she ate. Being alone was something she was both accustomed to and comfortable with, so the arrangment didn't bother her. Occasional she observed the other occupants of the Cafeteria, like Halley who was clicking away on one of her high tech gizmos, and Xavier who sauntered in and grabbed a muffin after tossing a set of clothing into the garbage. Her eyes narrowed at the latter, knowing his reputation, but with no victim present, and no clue as to who the clothes belonged to, her interference would be pointless, so she let it go. A rather intent look followed the arrogant son of Khione to his table though, before she found the eggs, and Jon’s sudden lack of lasagna to be more interesting.



Wesley Taylor




At times, crossword puzzles were lamentingly easy, and today was one of those days. The New York Times was usually very reliable in their quality of word puzzles, but Wesley supposed that even his city’s home paper had its off days. The Sudoku had at least proven to be a bit more challenging, but even that had only proven to last a measly ten minutes before the entire puzzle too was solved. Wesley had never been able to sleep for long periods of time, and though the young son of Hades had always been a bit of a night owl, he also tended to be up soon after the sun. Wesley did work out, but he wasn’t quite the fitness nut that some of the other men at the academy were, and he preferred to do his workouts a night regardless. In combat classes his physical strength couldn’t compare to that of the children of Zeus or Ares, though he could hold his own, so he preferred to refine his geokinesis for effective combat purposes. That wasn’t really where Wes shined though, as he’d always been more of a ‘behind-the-scenes’ kind of combatant. Psychological and covert warfare was his specialty, and he was a firm believer in working smarter, not harder.

Impeccably dressed as usual, Wesley left his dorm with his messenger bag over his shoulder and a cup of gourmet coffee in hand. Wes didn’t have the palate for cheap coffee, so he made a point of keeping his own machine in his room, that way he could brew what he wanted and how he liked it. Breakfast wasn’t really his thing, though the knowledge that a certain blonde with an endless pit for a stomach would undoubted be there tempted him to head toward the cafeteria. Abby was still angry with him, and though he seemed to have under estimated her ability to hold a grudge, he still found her stubbornness on the matter frustrating. Despite what she insisted, Wes had never lied to her, simply presented half-truths in a purposely ambiguous light. It wasn’t his fault that she filled in the blanks incorrectly and felt compelled to open up to him in an attempt to ease his perceived pain. He honestly wasn’t used to such fervent rejection from women, especially women he was actively pursuing, and while he had found the challenge entertaining at first, he was beginning to become more annoyed by it than anything else. Persistent goading had become his currently strategy, and he’d almost decided to head that way when he ran across a small group of students who included his sister and, in many respects, his closet friend.

“Getting an early start today Colton?” Wes remarked with a knowing smirk toward his friend before turning his eyes toward his sister. “Good morning Tarren.” Wes said politely toward his more fragile sister. Wes tended to keep his distance for Tarren’s sake, as her friends generally didn’t tend to like him, but Wes made a point of keeping an eye on her, and blacklisting those who distressed her. “Rose…Harry.” Wes said in acknowledgement, thought the mutual tension between Harry and Wes was pretty common knowledge. He was however, willing to stay civil for Tarren’s sake if Harry returned the favor.

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As Rose pulled out her notebook and returned back to the drawing, shading the face of who she believed was her father. Again, she had to remind herself that the blurry man in the picture was her father, not her dad. There is a difference to the Romanian. She froze for a minute hearing someone speaking to her. "Very nice drawing," She looked to her side to see Sage. They weren't good friends, but they had no problem with each other. So, whenever they saw one another they were friendly. She looked back down at the pencil drawing with a small smile of accomplishment on her pale face. "The shading is stupendous. It must have taken you a while to draw that." She gave the girl a nod before letting out a small thank you. She watched as the girl walked away and breathed in deeply before going back to the drawing. And before she knew it, she could hear someone else coming up behind her and begin talking to her. And when the person began to speak, she knew exactly who it was. "Woahhh," She turned to look up at her friend, Rowan. When she saw the look in his brown eyes filled with wonder which made her smile towards him. "That IS a nice drawing." She nodded before speaking towards the younger boy.

"Thanks Rowan. I've been working on it forever." She said as she looked back at the photograph before the boy asked her a question. "Rosalie, is that your family?" She looked down at the grass before shrugging. "More or less of a 'family'. I think of them only as the ones that brought me into the world. Nothing more really." She told him before closing the notebook and putting it back in her bad before looking back up at Rowan. She looked at him and only seeing one arm, she raised an eyebrow before standing up and looking in the distance to see Brandon coming towards them. She gave a smirk as he tripped over a root from the tree the girls were under, knowing he was nervous around Selyse. "Hello Brandon." She said giving him a small wave. "What's everyone up to today? Mind if I join you?" "And by join us, you mean join Selyse." She said in her head with sarcasm. Not that she would say it out loud. She didn't want to embarrass her friend, especially someone who couldn't go a day without tripping or stuttering around people. Even Rose herself had better social skills... And she rarely talked to people unless she knew them closely. Which weren't many people. When he knelt down to Selyse, Rose picked up her bag and put it on her shoulder. "Or would you prefer I left you guys alone with your books and your private conversation."

"Actually, I was just about to go to the cafeteria to get some breakfast before class starts."
She looked at Rowan before speaking again. "Rowan, do you want to come with me just in case Arielle and her followers are there."
She asked darting her eyes in the way towards the cafeteria telling him to go with her or go somewhere that wasn't there.



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As Santiago and Arielle talked about their plans for the weekend, probably including their other best friend, Vanity in their plans. They planned on going into town with a group of friends, hoping to pick up guys for the night. But, the whole time they were talking with each other, Arielle could tell that Santiago was looking for someone. And she knew exactly who that 'someone' was; Nolan Yarley. Someone the Asian girl didn't know a lot about except that he was a Zeus kid and that Santi had eyes for him. Which made her be nice to the baby doll faced boy and for that reason only. She whistled towards the Hawaiian, getting her attention before pointing to a table not too far from the two. "Earth to Santiago. Why do you like him so much, I mean he's... the complete opposite of you and it weird to think of you two together. I mean, it was weird enough knowing you slept with Reuben." She said to him as he rolled his eyes. "Look, I don't need to explain my reasons to anyone but myself. Thank you very much and besides you said you would never bring that up again. I have my reasons for everything I do." He replied before smirking and taking a sip of his black coffee before finally looking in the direction that Arielle had pointed. Showing him where Nolan was sitting. He gave a small smile to the table before returning his stare back to his friend who had a smug look on her face. "Oh what?! What's with the face, Elle?" He asked as the girl simply shook her head before fixing a piece of hair behind her right ear.

"Oh, who are you to talk about romance? You don't like chicks and you make most guys cry themselves to sleep every night. The only guy that might be able to handle you is--" Was all he said before Emmett sat down next to Arielle and spoke. "Good morning fellow students. I hope you're both feeling well on this fine day." With that said, Santiago looked back Arielle who now had a smirk on her face as she looked at the man had just joined them. "Emmett." Ari looked at her best friend before speaking to him, "Shut up, Santiago." She looked back at the man next to her and gave him a charming but sarcastic smile. "Hello Emmett. I don't remember inviting you to sit at our table. But, since you're already here." She said in sarcasm, doing her best to hide her accent, knowing it wasn't most... popular thing to have when you already stick in school like a sore thumb. "You're looking as radiant as ever Ari, made anyone cry yet?" She gave him a smile before flipping her black hair over her shoulder and answering him. "Why thank you very much, It's take effort to be this gorgeous. And sadly, no. Not yet, knowing me it should be anytime now." She told the two males at the table before see Halley, who seemed to have slowed down her pace once seeing Arielle when they were walking in. When she saw the girl looking. Arielle gave the gave a sarcastic wave and smile to match before giving her an eye roll. She watched the girl turn away and go to a table on her own.

Arielle grabbed a small piece of toast off of Emmett tray before nibbling on it and seeing Xavier sit down and speak to Emmett. "Morning." She gave a small smile toward her half brother before speaking to her best friend who had been trying to learn Chinese so they could say things about anything without people knowing exactly what they were saying. "Yánzhòng de shì, zài zhèlǐ wǒmen shuō duìfāng de liǎng gè jiāhuo zhǐshì huá'ěrzī yǐwéi tāmen yǒngyǒu cǐ biǎo." (Seriously, here we are speaking to each other and two guys just waltz up thinking they own this table.) Looking back up from his breakfast, he looked at Xavier before looking to Ari. "Hēi, wǒ bù bàoyuàn de kànfǎ. Érqiě, bù cǎiqǔ xíngdòng, rúguǒ nǐ hèn tāmen ó zhème duō." (Hey, I'm not complaining of the view. And, don't act as if you hate them oh so much.) She scoffed before looking at the two boys at her side. God, Santiago was smart sometimes. Shockingly, but she did enjoy having both Emmett and Xavier around. Xavier was her half brother for gods sakes and Emmett was... Emmett. She always enjoyed having his company. "I guess you're right, but seriously never say that first part again. Do you hear me, Williams? I will end up making you less popular then Rosalie and her little friends." She threatened with her head tilted and a fake sweet smile on her face.

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Harry is very rarely taken aback by signs of affection in any variety, and therefore seems only willing to hug Taran back when she jumps up and embraces him in greeting. After all, the two are quite close as far as friends go, and so he is very rarely surprised by her actions anymore; this includes the ones that others would consider incredibly bizarre for the typically ignored young woman. Anyway, he remains smiling amicably when she releases him and backs up, and when she sizes him up for a moment as though afraid that the burst of affection will have scared him off or anything. He rolls his eyes at her concern, but in doing so misses her words, only catching the very end of them. This, naturally, makes it rather difficult for him to have the slightest of inklings as to what the girl has said to him, other than the word pin- or maybe been? Alright, whatever word she has just said definitely needs a bit better context for him to have any idea what she is saying. Rather than saying something that doesn't answer her question at all, the young man just smiles and nods, somewhat succeeding in saving face.

"How are you?" he asks softly, though he isn't really too much in the mood for small talk. If anything, he is considering dragging Taran off to the cafeteria and forcing her to eat breakfast with him. This thought is backed up by a grumbling in his stomach as his body tells him that the granola bar he had earlier was definitely not enough nourishment to hold him until lunch. He's an athletic young person, after all, and is having a craving for eggs and bacon at the moment- especially the eggs part, in fact. He makes the sign for breakfast, one which he had taught Clarissa a while ago, and gestures towards the cafeteria. "Come eat with me. I'm Starving," he says, though his smile makes him seem to be exaggerating his hunger. He notices a motion from the corner of his eye and glances over to see Rose walking over towards them, waving when she grows closer. He, in turn, waves back with his own smile. Of course, he also waves at Brandon when the son of Ares jogs by them.

His greeting is slightly less genuine in its friendliness when one Mr. Wes Taylor comes by, greeting the group. Wes's greeting to Harry is far from warm itself, and Harry knows the courtesy is given only for the sake of Taran, who might be slightly miffed if he is to snub Harry. Harry merely nods at the Taran's brother, his expression having lost its cheer just a bit, though it doesn't necessarily appear to be hostile either. They simply don't get along, but that doesn't mean that Harry is going to hiss at his presence, right?

"Breakfast?" Harry reintroduces his suggestion to the group just before yawning and stretching upwards. He hadn't properly stretched after running this morning, and is thinking that he may regret it. Still, the desire for food prevails above slightly stiff feeling joints.







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Paige doesn't bother to survey the cafeteria or anything like that, as her focus for the moment is not preemptive table searching. If need be, she can always go eat in the courtyard or on the roof or something like that. Rather, she makes a sort of beeline for the buffet, which seems to primarily consist of eggs, bacon, and toast. Well, that would be the part she stands at for the first few seconds, anyway. It isn't long, however, before the young woman makes a face of disdain for the foods, not being a fan of any of the aforementioned breakfast dishes, and moves on towards the section which offers a colorful selection of foods and yogurts. Paige, as far as breakfast goes, is not the sort of person who goes for much variation. In fact, her breakfast has been fruit and hot tea for the past several years, starting when she was perhaps seven or eight years old. Old habits die hard, whether they be of sleeping in or eating a monotonous breakfast for every day of your life. Paige seems, to some extent, to embody this cliche.

Only after preparing herself a cup of hot tea, which is bland at best, and a plate stacked with pineapple, blueberries, strawberries, and cantaloupe, does Paige think to look around and try and find a group with whom she might sit, if a group at all. She'd be perfectly content sitting on her own, after all, but that doesn't make her an entirely unsocial creature. She's good enough friends with Thayer, and occasionally hangs out with Gwen -though only at night-, but doesn't know Nolan or Nate very well. Another table seats Arielle, something of a friend, and Emmett, with whom she occasionally banters. It's a rather even tossup, especially as she doesn't really care too much. In the end, she takes a seat with the larger crowd, simply melting into the group without a sound. While she may have some sort of friendship, or at least respect, with Arielle and Emmett, she is otherwise very loosely related to this group, and therefore enters without asking but offers little greeting to the people there, other than a nod and a murmured good morning that is lost within a yawn.

She doesn't need to be involved in the conversation- Paige is content to simply eat and observes. She likes to watch things unfold, after all, and were she not so lazy has the potential to be a far more malicious force than she is. After all, she would be the sort, if passivity did not translate into some shifty sort of kindness, to purposely move people like pawns so that she can watch things for her own amusement. This side, however, is rather suppressed, and she is content to watch the natural course of things instead, without offering intervention.

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It would only take a few seconds between the two of them until company finally arrived, neither of them minded after all, since they both were people who could at least hold decent enough conversations without straying off. Nolan scooted in his chair a bit further, trying not to look in the general direction of Arielle and Santiago's table, but Santiago was clearly looking for him by the way he examined the cafeteria that much Nolan assured himself, but as soon as Arielle seemed to point his way, the young man turned away and blushed slightly, his eyes slightly dilated at the expense of embarrassment.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?

Nolan smiled at Nate, quick to forget about his previous engagement, and all too obliged to clear the chair next to him and bring it up for Nate to sit in, while Thayer acknowledged him with a quick glare, and then went back to sipping his coffee, and peering around the cafeteria to see if he could find anything interesting. Nolan let his handkerchief, which he would probably throw away later for the sake of cleanliness back on the table, he yawned, then relaxed himself into a more comfortable position to talk to Nate.

“So how are you this morning Nathaniel? I hope you're doing a little better than Thayer with his temper tantrums...”

Thayer scowled at Nolan, but had nothing to say with his coffee mug still tipped near his mouth, he knew Nate enough that they could hold a pleasant conversation, but unlike Nolan he could never give off a warm friendly vibe to save his life, it just wasn’t him. He was always interested in those who didn’t strive so hard to be different, and were resistant to change. It wasn’t that Nate didn’t embody some of those qualities, it was just that he didn’t exactly find Nate forward enough. He addressed the Child of Aphrodite for the first time since he began sitting with them.

’So...you solve world hunger yet?’

Thayer was poking lightly at Nate’s quiescent attitude, though he hoped that Nate got the message and that it wouldn’t seriously offend him. Nolan on the other hand gave his friend a slight jab to the rib to keep him from saying anything smart, lest he find himself in Olympus for that mouth of his. Thayer winced a little, Nolan was much stronger than most people anticipated, it was that naivete that never let him notice such things, but Thayer wasn’t intent on showing that he was in any pain, instead he took a sharp intake of breath by sipping his coffee, or at least pretending too.

’Don’t mind him Nate, like I said, he’s just being cranky.”

He honestly hoped Nate wasn’t taking in what Nolan was actually saying, it was only then that Thayer switched his attention back to the proceedings around the cafeteria, which grew a little tighter than he wanted it to be, but fortunately Gwen walked upon them, and without having to say anything; a quality which Thayer had no problem with, she sat down next to him and let her head fall on his shoulder. He did what he could only think to do which was to rub her opposite shoulder in a friendly, caring gesture.

“Morning Gwen, you ready for a shitty day too hm?..”

Nolan looked back at the two and smiled, it was his short handed way of greeting her before returning back to Nate. Thayer’s head suddenly poked a little over Gwen’s to see Abby, who seemed a little malcontent, and he could only imagine why, but figured she had her own reasons to not want to sit among them, Thayer didn’t blame her, he probably would have ignored this table too had it been anyone else.

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Nate smiled, a small expression of relief crossing his face as Nolan made room for him at the table. Glancing at Thayer, Nate noticed the short glare of disapproval. He hesitated unsure if he should sit or if it would be better to move on to a different table, then Nolan continued,
“So how are you this morning Nathaniel? I hope you're doing a little better than Thayer with his temper tantrums...”. Taking that as a sign of good will Nate settled into the seat, smiling cautiously he said
" Seems as good a day as any, oh and please, call me Nate. Only my dad..." the sentence died on his tongue even now he had trouble, five years later. Everyone in the school knew of his fathers death, except maybe the incoming freshmen. Nate swallowed hard, trying not to be the wuss he knew Thayer thought he was.
Moments later Thayer interjected, inadvertently saving Nate from an awkward silence.
’So...you solve world hunger yet?’ Nate laughed lightly, a wry smile creeping onto his lips. "Don’t mind him Nate, like I said, he’s just being cranky.” Said Nolan, a concerned look on his face. Nate smiled appreciatively towards Nolan, his demeanor changing rapidly to something lighter, airy. "No, not today but perhaps in the future." he said addressing Thayer. He continued, "From all the drawings and musings you've got there, I would guess you're closer than me," said Nate with just a hint of sarcasm mixed with self deprecating humor. He tilted his head and looked down at the stack of papers in front of Thayer, an eyebrow lifted in question.

Just then Gwen walked over, and as she found a seat at the table Nate looked up at her, smiling brightly as she said "Morning." Returning the greeting, he began to munch on his food. "Morning Gwen, you ready for a shitty day too hm?..” Thayer's snarkiness just as thick with her as it had been with him. He was content to let the discussion at the table occur around him, only adding the occasional nod of agreement as the cafe began to fill with students all ready to face a new day.
As the conversation picked up Nate's eyes trailed over to watch the door to the cafe for no real reason.
It opened Selyse, Brandon, Rowan and Rosalie all entering together. For the second time that morning a sunny smile broke across his face as he waved to them. Catching Brandon's attention the tall boy nodded to him a smile crossing his face as well. " I'm going to go get some tea" Nate said to the table, as he pulled his chair out and rose to his feet.
Humming to himself softly he made his way back up to the food table, reaching the section with the coffee and tea he began to fix himself a cup.
" Hey Brandon." he called out catching his attention once again, "you can all come join the table over here" he said gesturing to the table with Nolan, Thayer and Gwen. The tables were banquet style holding up to 10 people so there would be no shortage of room and he hoped to start a pleasant conversation before they all were to head to class in about 20 minutes.

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With her head resting softly on Thayer's head, Gwen stayed quiet. She felt his hand slowly come up to gently rub her arm, comforting her in the way that only a close friend could. The blonde could swear that she could feel eyes on her, but she passed over that, staying comfortably resting on her friend. A small sound that could be related to a quiet murmur passed her lips as she stayed in her position, her eyes opening for a moment as she reached out her arm, taking her tea from the table in front of her to take a sip. The warm liquid slipped down her throat, warming up her insides as quickly as anything, making her smile. Tea really was one of her most favourite things in the world, and she placed her mug back down on the table, settling back down on Thayer.

"As interesting as the day seems so far, I'm going to say no. Definitely not looking forward to today." Gwen's voice was soft and full of sleep as she addressed the three men on the table, one being her brother, the others her friends. Nate was one of her favourite siblings - he was nice, and genuine, and was always ready with a smile for her in the corridors. She hadn't noticed him standing up to get himself a drink, being too comfortable and tired to notice many things around her, but her head snapped up when she heard his voice fill the cafeteria, scaring her slightly. Gwen's heart was beating almost double time in her chest and she took another sip of her Earl Grey, trying to calm herself down.

Nate had been calling over to Bradon, yet another one of her friends in the school, inviting him to come and sit with them. That thought made a small smile come onto her face, thinking about how Brandon changed from his normal confident persona into something of a bumbling idiot when he was next to her. It was quite adorable, but she was still a little unsure about him, as she was about most males that she didn't trust with her life. Gwen bit down on the bottom of her lip as she looked up, letting her eyes scan the cafe. "Thay?" She raised her head, looking up at him, after seeing Abby desperately trying to avoid looking in their direction. She wondered why, and even thought about inviting the girl over to join them, as truthfully, Gwen had never really spoken to the girl, but she definitely hadn't done anything to offend her. "Eh, nevermind." She shook her head, deciding to drop it instead. "Ready for class soon?"


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The boy looked up at Sage with slight anxiety in his intense greenish-blue eyes. Both of the demigods' eyes were similar. Sage's had more of a gray hue to them, but compared to Leonard's, they had a corresponding light shade of colors. Noticing this, the sixteen-year-old girl realized that light-colored eyes must have been a trait of Athena's. Her father possessed dark blue eyes, nowhere near the color of Sage's. Perhaps it was the same case for Leonard. Just by approaching him, she was already learning about her godly parent.

She watched as his hands trembled as though he had been electrocuted. She was expecting him to be shocked or annoyed, but not frightened. His hands managed to mark the page where he had stopped reading, and as his book dropped to the surface of the desk, it made a faint echo in the classroom. He grabbed her hand, and briskly shook it. He looked as though he was choking on his own words. Finally, he calmed down, and although he stuttered, his voice came out oddly powerful.
"You... you can call me Lenny." he said after he initially removed his grip on her hand. It was the quickest handshake Sage had ever received in her life.

Contemplating the fact that this boy seemed to move rather hastily in everything he did, Sage continued the conversation.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lenny." she said, taking a quick glance back at Halley afterwards. Would the daughter of the god of blacksmithing and crafting join the conversation? It was hard to predict. To Sage, Halley had a certain complexity about her that was quite complicated for her to understand. Children of Hephaestus always had questionable qualities that down-to-earth children like Sage just couldn't comprehend.

She placed Halley in the back of her mind and turned to face Leonard again. It was then that she caught sight of the title of the book he was reading. A certain spark of excitement lit up in her head and spread throughout her body.
"Jeremy Sanshone, "The String Theory; A Brilliant Branch of Theoretical Physics". That's what you are reading, correct? I picked that one up exactly one week ago for a bit of light reading. His definitions are prodigiously coherent, aren't they?"
She spoke fluently, yet utterly fleeting that someone with poor ears would have a hard time understanding what she was saying.
"Believe it or not, Jeremy Sanshone was actually a demigod himself! A child of Momus, in fact. I would continue reading more of his works, but I've been awfully caught up with circle constants and tau that, well...I've almost forgotten to go to the library and pick up more of his books!"
She gave a slight chuckle, and then the raised lines on her face dropped into their original positions as she calmed down.
"Well, it was nice meeting you, Lenny. I hope we can chat again sometime soon. I have many questions to ask you, but I'll hold them until classes for today are over. Just wanted to give you a warning."

She gave him one last polite smile, and then promptly walked over to her desk located towards the front of the classroom. She sat and wrote notes until history class began.




Rowan Tinne


It was interesting to see that Rosalie and Brandon had different reactions when inspecting Rowan's eerie green arm. They made light of the situation instead of making it darker and more serious. "Nice going, buddy." Rosalie said in playful sarcasm. Brandon, on the other hand, had a reflex of burly laughter. It brought a smile upon Rowan's face to see at least SOMEONE laugh about his condition. After a while, though, he seemed to contain himself. He then apologized, confusing Rowan. What Brandon was apologizing for was exactly what the son of Hecate wanted to happen.

"My buddy Jayce is a child of Hecate, just like you, he's been here a while and is pretty good at minor magic like that. If you like, I could talk to him about helping you remove it. He's always looking into some pretty goofy stuff, so I bet he's got a seal for that."
What Brandon had said threw Rowan off guard a little. "Jayce?" he asked. Rowan knew Jayce. He was his brother. Like Rowan, Jayce knew how to cast spells. He could perform magic, and quite well to say the least. There was only one thing about Jayce that Rowan was simply perplexed by: his multiple personality disorder. He knew that if he did it right, he would be able to remove the pigment off of his arm without the help of Jayce. But then again, that was if he DID IT RIGHT. With his bad luck, he'd probably cause the pigment to become permanent on his arm. He didn't want to risk it, and so Rowan knew that Jayce, being better at spells, would probably be the one to cure his condition. Although the thought of Jayce curing his arm, of all people, was a bit worrisome, it was also intriguing.

"Alright, sounds good." Rowan replied to Brandon. What was the worst that could happen? It would be rude to turn down the offer. Afterwards, Selyse helped Brandon up onto his feet, and he accepted Rosalie's invitation to the cafeteria. As Rowan walked with the group, breathing in the fresh scent of the late-summer air, a nerve struck in him as Brandon spoke yet again.
"So Rowan, Arielle's been picking on you again? Why not stand up to her and her pathetic little friends? You're such a nice guy, and there's nothing wrong with that, but don't let her step all over you like that. You can always come to me or one of our teachers if you're feeling bullied."

The fifteen-year-old could feel his face turning red and a tiny trickle of sweat building up upon his forehead. Arielle Liu; he hated that name. The girl was so pathetic, so arrogant, and so....powerful. It made the boy furious that snotty whores like Arielle could get whatever they wanted. Unfortunately, whenever he was in a room with the child of Khione, he was forced to take cover, as he was always the target for her constant criticism and bullying. Not wanting to talk about the subject, Rowan gave a fainthearted, "Yeah, you're right." to Brandon as he walked through the door that Rosalie had so kindly held for the group. "Thanks," he said as he slipped into the cafeteria, not even noticing Ray Chami and his guitar, as he was too focused on his thoughts about the ever so stupid Arielle Liu.

As Brandon was always so popular at the academy, the four found themselves being called over by one of his friends; Nate Sterling. Nate was an exception to the rule that children of Aphrodite were always so air-headed. As Rowan took a seat at the cafeteria table, he glanced at who was around him. There was Thayer Hendrix, a sarcastic child of Hephaestus who took pride in his witty remarks, Gwen Swann, another child of Aphrodite who had her head on straight, (and undoubtedly the most attractive out of the Aphrodite kids) and Nolan Yarley, a son of the all-powerful Zeus who seemed more like an Athena kid. Rowan wondered why he hadn't talked to these people before, as they seemed to be in his crowd. Noticing Rosalie with her cup of coffee, he excused himself from the table, and went to go get his own. He never drank coffee, but he figured that with his new green arm, he might as well become a different person for the day. After pouring the hot beverage into his own foam cup, he grabbed the biggest bagel he could find and balanced it back to the table, taking a glance over at Arielle before sitting down. Hopefully she wouldn't notice his arm. As the demigods around him conversed, Rowan took big bites out of his second breakfast. Once he finished, he would make his way over to his first period class.

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" Seems as good a day as any, oh and please, call me Nate. Only my dad..."

Nolan felt as if he overstepped his boundaries without actually meaning to, he looked at Nate with an expression of embarrassment, luckily he never noticed, instead Thayer seemed to take his attention off the subject at hand, something that Nolan was only slightly thankful for, as he felt he needed to apologize, it was merely just his mind, and manner controlling him, but he didn't say anything as Thayer and him exchanged less than polite conversation, Nolan was about to quell the moment until Nate went over to a serving table and the three were left alone. Nolan scowled at Thayer, and spoke up for the first time since Nate's departure from the table.You really ought to be nicer Thayer, maybe then you'd gain even more friends."

Thayer scoffed at the suggestion, an eyebrow was raised on Nolan's head, then then furrowed with a bit of urgency.
"Unlike you, that's not exactly my fuckin' prerogative, I've got enough friends if I say so myself, and besides you basically take up half of that list."Gwen then spoke in the middle of this.

"As interesting as the day seems so far, I'm going to say no. Definitely not looking forward to today."


I'm in the same boat here too, coffee on my pants, on my papers, having to wake up this early, it's really killing my vibe."

"Eh, never mind. Ready for class soon?"

The Demigod thought about it for a moment, but then looked off in the direction of the serving table to find a group heading there way with the help of Nate. He mentally groaned, but knew he wouldn't be able to avoid making awkward conversation with people he hardly knew. "Doesn't look like any of us are going anytime soon.'

Before Thayer and Nolan could get back into a verbal argument, Selyse and a group of her own friends followed behind her, Nolan smiled, and Thayer made a rather confused look, not that he didn't mind their presence, actually...he did....slightly, he wasn't good in groups of people, and Nolan was almost in the same situation, it was just that he had a tendency to grow anxious when too many people were around them. Suddenly the table was turning into a Dining Hall of sorts, and the two of them couldn't believe how attractive the Table became to the passerby. Nolan looked at Nate, and assumed that at his suggestion that so many people came over, he wondered if more would come, and if he could keep himself afloat by just talking.

"Hello, everyone!'

Nolan smiled despite himself, it was something he was apparently good at.
"Good Morning.....Selyse wasn't it?

Thayer took a sip from his cup of coffee which was quickly running on empty, he acknowledged he group by tipping his cup in their direction, as they all sat down. Among the people in the group, it was Rosalie that caught Thayer's attention immediately, she probably knew that Thayer had a tendency to ignore a good amount of things, but Rosalie was among the few things he took great care and attention to. Hey Rosalie. How's your morning been?" he asked.

Nolan looked around to see if Santiago had left, but the cafeteria had been brought down to the point where it was impossible to locate just one single person, he figured it was as good a time as any to leave and head to class, or maybe even walk around aimlessly for a few minutes, though he doubted his ability to do even that, and it would conflict with the urge to follow rules despite himself. He glanced around the group, then stood up, and dusted imaginary dust off his pants before speaking.
"Apoligies, but I have to get going, class is about to start soon, it'd be a good idea for everyone else to get going too as suppose, don't rush or anything." He then chuckled, and began to walk over to the single table he previously occupied, and of course, as he was leaving Thayer just had to have the last laugh. He ad his mouth in the palm of his hand, but it was obvious that he was smirking to anyone sitting around him, and then he fake coughed.

"Ass Kisser!"

Nolan looked back at Thayer with a disapproving look on his face, then gave a rather devilish smile, unlikely for someone like him. "See you later, Thayer" He uttered in the most annoyed voice he could manage, before making his trip back to his table, gathering his things, and disposing of his food. They would probably meet again at Lunch, Nolan never took anything Thayer said to heart, but Thayer could make himself seem like the rudest of individuals, something that made Nolan relish in the fact that he was the only one Thayer couldn't make feel unnerved, not that Thayer was a bad person or anything, he just liked to give that vibe off and test people who truly desired his friendship. Nolan sighed to himself, it was just another day for him to be honest.




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"Morning, 'bout time you opened up, I was beginning to think you were sneaking my sister out"

It took a laudable effort for Rueben not to laugh at the assumption, he wouldn't have done that to one of his best mates here, and he thought of Caro more like a sister that he occasionally argued with from time to time, it was safe to assume there were far more interesting guys she could have been after than Rueben. He gave a hard slap to Christian's soldier.
" I'm pretty sure Caro can find a better guy than me." he joked before turning to close his doors, so others wouldn't have to see the mess that accumulated due to his negligence.

"You know, in your closet there are these things called hangers, quite a nifty invention really, frees your floor up good and proper."

Rueben scratched at the back of his head and yawned, bored, and unmotivated by the suggestion, back home, his room wasn't half as dirty as the one here, but packing had been such a frustrating event to start that often times he gave up the hope of being able to organize all the items properly. He wondered if Christian's room was any ''proper' than his was, he planned to ask him one day if he really does keep all those things together, or if he gets someone to clean it up for him. Either way, Rueben wouldn't have been surprised. " It's a lot harder than you think Christian, perhaps you'd like to borrow me some hangers? Ah,¿Qué estoy diciendo? (what I am saying?)...all this talk about hangers isn't going to get us to class any faster..."

If anyone was close enough they could hear the monstrous gurgling coming from Ruben's taut abdomen, whose appetite had only been sated by the oddly flavored toothpaste in his bathroom, courtesy of the Academy as he felt the mint pass between his lips, if there was anything about mint that Rueben surmised, it was that it only made him hungrier, of course, Christian had plans to make his way to the cafeteria as well, and Rueben wold be damned if he didn't agree. He felt an unwarranted guilt about not heading outside, though it was mainly his fault for not waking up an hour earlier than he usually did, he sighed for a moment, feeling a little anxious about returning to class without breathing in some fresh air, he supposed it would have to wait, but surely the first instance he'd be able to bask in the sun's warmth he would take it. He asked Christian, whether or not he got his morning's worth activity as he seemed as content as ever as they headed over to the Cafe.

"So I'm guessing you didn't spare any time getting your day's worth of activity huh?"

He chuckled at the sentiment of it, and wished he could turn back time to wake himself up for the day's proceeding. Alas, that could never be now.

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Arielle turned her attention to Paige as she asked her a question, "Is that an actual question?" Ari looked up, acting as if she was thinking if it was or not before shaking her head and looking back at the small girl. "No, not really. Just asked to seem polite." She said with sarcasm in her voice and a shrug of her narrow shoulders. She gave off a some what sweet smile before drinking the rest of her coffee and walking over to the trash can to throw it away just to see four of her targets entering the cafeteria together; Rosalie, Seylse, Brandon, and oh so adorable and defenseless Rowan. Who seemed to be a bit more... nervous and awkward as usual. Then again, it was probably because of her. She knew how to read body language and Rowan's made him out to be terrified of her... Which was understandable. If Arielle was in someone else's shoes, she probably think she was a bitch but, she honestly didn't care. Once her best friend got back from getting their other coffees, she grabbed it before standing up and speaking to him, "Bout time you got back. What? Texting your little boyfriend?" She said in a teasing voice before being nudge by the Hawaiian. "Shut up and he's not my boyfriend... Not yet anyway. Besides do you want this coffee or not? Because I could accidentally drop it all over you pretty hair." Arielle scoffed before grabbing the coffee from his hand and taking a sip. "You wouldn't do that." Santi raised an eyebrow before hearing her finished. "You value me, our friendship, and your reputation too much." She said with a small snap of her neck.

She would never do that to her friends, especially Santiago, Q, Emmett, and Vanity. They were seriously four of the best people she has ever met and she adore being around them. But, hey, things can always change if they stab her in the back. After rolling his eyes, Santiago and Arielle started walking out of the cafeteria, that was before he saw Ari look a brief second towards Rowan and Rosalie who both seemed to just look away before Rose actually gave her a small smile, obviously fake before turning back to her older brother, Thayer. He saw Arielle rolled her dark brown eyes towards her before having Santiago hold the door for her and her half-brother Xavier who was stringing not far behind them. "Get to class, Williams. I have a class not in this building." She said to him not even looking at him but directly in front of her to the glass doors leading outside. He shurgged before walking to his class, Ms.Daniels. Also known as the best teacher ever. He took out his phone and began to text Nolan who he knew had to be somewhere.

Meet me after class.


Ok, a little demanding but, hey he was the dominate one in Nolan and his relationship. He was the guard dog to Nolan who was frankly too kind and naive sometimes. So, Santiago made sure no one ever messed with hi or they would end up regretting it and that includes Arielle. He really cared for the doll faced boy and be damned before letting him get hurt. He walked into his class and took a seat in the far back corner where he always sat before going back to his phone messages.


Meanwhile, Arielle had exited the building not before waving and smiling towards two of her partying friends, Rayna and Ray. They weren't her best friends ever but they defiantly were good friends to have around especially during a party. "Hey sexy bitches." She winked towards them both before walking right out into the courtyard, shielding her eyes from the sun as she walked towards the building where her class was located. First class of the day; Psychology with Miss.Lyre. Not the most interesting class but, it wasn't so boring that she decided to skip it. Besides it let her get into the mind of other peoples. People who could either be of used to her or be her next target... She liked that.





OOC: I should be posting for Rose soon. :)

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Brandon chuckled. "So it would appear." He said with a smile, waving to Nate and the rest of their group. "Hey guys!" Brandon said, genuinely happy to see them all. "Thanks for saving us a spot! Gimme a sec and I'll be right back. I'm so hungry..." He said, making a bit of silly face and rubbing his empty tummy. Brandon set down his bag right next to Selyse's and walked over to the line where food was being served. On his way to the breakfast line, Brandon nonchalantly wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead.

"Calm down, calm down, she was just bantering with you. Making conversation. There's no reason to get so nervous." Brandon thought to himself. While he waited in line, as he still hadn't heard back from Jayce, he sent him another quick text. "You up yet? Breakfast is almost over dude. Also Rowan, your brother, managed to get his arm turned green. Got something for that?" He typed quickly as he waited his turn before smacking his lips with delight. Breakfast had always been one of his favorite meals, and today there were waffles. Brandon had always had a sweet spot in his heart for waffles. His mum used to cook them for him every day when he was still going to primary. Brandon smiled bittersweet, piling waffles, bacon, hash browns, and some fruit onto his plate. He made his way to the coffee line to grab a cupful of hot water and some earl gray tea with honey in it. Brandon couldn't stand coffee, but he loved tea. As he walked back, he couldn't help but start digging in, carrying his tray with one hand and eating an apple with the other. He smiled at other friends who were eating their breakfasts along the way. He noticed Harry sitting with some of his friends and waved to the group, apple still in hand. Brandon was very fond of the son of Nike. He was a great guy, a good competitor, and an even better friend.

Finally, Brandon made his way back to the table, sitting next to Selyse and saying a quick prayer; preparing himself to eat. The more Brandon could keep his eyes off of Gwen and on something else the better. Gods know how many times Brandon's done something stupid in front of the daughter of Aphrodite. However, before he began, as he shouldn't just sit down and eat while ignoring his close friends, Brandon addressed the group. "Hey guys," Brandon said through a smile. "Nate, Thayer, Gwen, Nolan, how are you today?" He asked, noting each of them in turn. As he listened to their replies, Brandon finally managed to get breakfast in him, pulling up his sleeves, exposing the thick leather wristband that hid his mother's bracelet, and placing his napkin on his lap. He ate quickly, but he did not slack in his manners. Brandon prided himself in the manners his mother had drilled into him; they were one of the few things left he had of hers. Besides, he mostly just wanted to talk with everyone and it was rude to talk with your mouth full. Therefore the quicker he finished, the quicker he could socialize.

Once he was finished eating, he looked down and took his phone out of his pocket. "Dude... it's this time already?! Where you guys at, the caf? Meet you there, I'll bring a tattoo for Rowan." Brandon read aloud. Brandon smirked. "Jayce is on his way." As Brandon put his phone away, his hand brushed ever so slightly against Selyse's. He couldn't control it, as he hadn't meant to do that. He blushed bright red for a moment before the heat faded from his cheeks. In an attempt to turn attention away from the small unmitigated disaster that stemmed from his own shyness, worse yet he was with two of Aphrodite's children and they could smell it on him, Brandon turned the conversation elsewhere. "So, who's got what class next? I can never remember my own schedule let alone everyone else's. Anything particularly interesting?" Brandon chuckled nervously, asking questions about others to lead them away from himself.




Jayce Porter

Jayce was having another of his bizarre dreams. Though it was really more of a nightmare. In this one he was a little boy, apparently made out of some sort of cheesecake cookie, and was running away, full tilt, from a group of angry zombie cucumbers armed with pitchforks and flaming dachshunds. He woke with a start as his phone buzzed. Someone had texted him.

"What the fuuu....." Jayce yawned. Stretching and rubbing his eyes. "That was even weirder than the time I was a talking dolphin who made a living as a traveling bible salesmen in the sahara desert." He chuckled. "At least mum's giving me dreams, better than none at all. Poor Hypno's kids." Jayce murmured. He sat up and promptly fell out of bed with the kind of thump and accompanying crack that can only mean that something was broken. Sure enough, however, Jayce was perfectly fine. Though he'd landed face first, he didn't hurt, and his body was in order. He'd simply landed on Bookworm Jayce's glasses. "Oops... Sorry dude, bad luck." "Augh! Bad luck?! You idiot, I need those to see!" Jayce complained at himself. His tone was slightly nasal and grating. He couldn't help it. After all, he had sinus issues. "I couldn't help it. You know how I get in the mornings." Jayce said defensively. "Easy boys, look on the bright side." Jayce butted in, trying to mediate the bickering and bring it to a halt. His inflections were soothing and magnetic. They could make a lion pur. "Now that we aren't wearing those nerdy glasses maybe a girl will date us." Jayce supplied, attempting to slick their hair back, but its curls defied him. "Ooh..." Jayce pondered, stopping the argument for a moment, it had sounded very nice after all. "That's all well and good for you guys, but no girl will ever date a loser like me." Jayce snapped at himself. "Shut up you idiots. I'm sleepy." Jayce said, in his usual dangerous tone that ended the conversation. "Fair enough. Let's get going." Jayce suggested, and they got up to get ready for school while Jayce slept.

The boys showered, picked out an outfit with Jayce's help, and organized their school supplies at Jayce's behest. He liked to have their supplies placed ever so nicely in their bag. Finally, Jayce checked their phone. It was full of text messages from their sister, Reyna, who loved to bug them. She wasn't a half sister. Though they had different dad's, she loved him as much as any real family would have, and Jayce loved the attention. After all, he'd grown up without siblings. Jayce smiled at the myriad of pictures, funny jokes, and silly little jibes that she'd sent him. He responded with a simple smiley face. After all, his smiling was another joke of theirs. Finally, he noticed he had two messages from his good friend, Brandon. He sent his response and made sure to grab a few extra seals from their jar on his shelf. Poor Rowan. Jayce would love to help him out, after all, they were brothers.

The Jayces made his way down to breakfast and loaded up a plate with eggs, bacon, toast with raspberry jam, and orange juice. He walked over to where he saw Brandon, though Thayer was with him, and Jayce knew Thayer didn't like him very much. "Um... yo godlings. How it do?" He asked the group, before turning to Rowan. "Use this seal like a fake tattoo. Put a wet cloth on the back of it for a minute and let the magic seep into your arm. Once the tattoo is finished sticking, the magic should kick in naturally and return your arm to its regular color. The tattoo should fade after the magic has run its course." Jayce said, handing Rowan a small piece of paper with a sealing circle drawn on it. "Sorry for the nerdmeister's bossyness. You know how he gets when he's showing off. If that's all, I gotta be going, I've.. umm... got something I need to do. Yeah?" Jayce said. He liked the rest of the group well enough, especially Brandon and Gwen, but he knew Thayer wasn't his biggest fan.




(OOC: Just a quick reminder about Jayce's personalities. They are organized by color. Green is nerdy Jayce, Red is badass Jayce, black is dominant Jayce, or the "REAL" Jayce, and blue is Suave Jayce. They are listed below for clarification.)
Bookworm Jayce
Badass Jayce
Vanilla Jayce
Porter, Jayce Porter

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Upon entering the cafeteria, Rose had responded to Selyse's question of what to read next. "I actually have a lot of recommendations that I think you would enjoy, so you can come to my room to make your pick if you'd like." As she sat at the table, Selyse's mouth was practically salivating from staring at her healthy breakfast, and as she took a bite of yogurt with granola, she let out a small sigh of happiness. She took another few bites, realizing she had been more famished than she thought. She took a swig of her apple juice, then looked over at Rose. After getting some food in her stomach, she decided to answer Rose's response. "I would love to come by after class!" she fold her friend with a smile, excited at the idea. As everyone said their hello's and filled into the table around her, she decided to just focus on her food. While Selyse was generally well liked, and got along with practically everyone, she wasn't great friends with anyone they had joined at the table, not hanging out with them on a regular basis.

Nolan was the first to speak directly to her. He was a child of Zeus, she knew, and had heard he was extremely intelligent. Again, they had very rarely spoken, never hung out, and Selyse wasn't exactly sure why. Most likely because they hung out in different crowds. But Selyse generally liked to be friends with everyone, no one being too different to scare her away. "Good Morning.....Selyse wasn't it?" She smiled in his direction, nodding a few times to affirm his question. "You got it. Morning Nolan." she said, still smiling as she began to eat her fruit salad. The Academy was gifted with plenty of good looking students, and while she didn't have crushes on all of them, she surely didn't ignore it. Nolan was no exception. He had a jawline that seemingly was gifted from Aphrodite herself.

She coughed slightly, embarrassed by her thoughts. Brandon appeared back at the table, and she smiled up at him, generally happy he was back. He took a seat next to her, and the smile stayed on her face as they all ate, silence taking over as food became more important. Nolan was the first person to depart. "Apoligies, but I have to get going, class is about to start soon, it'd be a good idea for everyone else to get going too as suppose, don't rush or anything." He chuckled, and began walking away. "See you later Nolan!" she called after him, waving goodbye. As everyone finished up their breakfast, she noticed Brandon checking his phone. He smiled at whatever message he was reading. "Jayce is on his way." Selyse looked over at Rowan, whose arm was still that sickly green color. She was relieved for him, glad that hopefully Jayce could make Rowan look completely normal once more. She would hate to find out that Rowan got picked on by Arielle.

Brandon went to put his phone away, his hand brushing softly against her own. Her eyes looked over to him, and she noticed his cheeks were a bright, bright red. It slowly faded, and she couldn't help but smile to herself. He was such a strong person, but his one weakness was women. It was so unbelievably cute. "So, who's got what class next? I can never remember my own schedule let alone everyone else's. Anything particularly interesting?" He seemed to be avoiding the subject of their hands touching, so she let it go. "I have Physical Training with Mr. Bennett first," she said, before taking her last sip of apple juice and setting the cup down. She actually really liked Mr. Bennett and his class. While she wasn't crazy into exercise, it always felt good to exercise in the mornings with him. The only downside was that she always looked positively atrocious after sweating like a pig. Thankfully, she always had enough time to shower before her next class.

She reached down to look at her phone, eyes widening at the time. Crap, she needed to get going. She stood up, taking her dirty dishes and disposing of them properly. She headed back to the table, grabbing her bag and placing it over her shoulder. "Anyone heading the same way I am?" she asked. She'd rather have company while walking than going alone. She hoped Brandon would come as well, she didn't feel like leaving him so soon. She had the urge to ask him to do something later tonight, but didn't want to embarrass him in front of so many people. So she just stayed silent, waiting for someone to come with her.





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Colton sat beside Abby, close enough to irritate her, but not close enough that she would do something about it. Hopefully. He would hate for her to mess up his perfect face. To a child of Aphrodite, that would be one of the worst things that could happen. Worse than bad grades, greater than any other fear. Their appearance was their entire world, their greatest power. As he sat beside her, he wondered what she was thinking. Did she think he was so incredibly vain? Did she recognize there was actually more underneath his appearance? After all, he did care very much about being a good person. Some would think not, just because of the company he kept, but he couldn't control his friends' lives, only his own. For one moment, he wished he could have been the children of a different god or goddess. Perhaps then he would have been taken seriously by Abby.

“Don't you have a fan club to pick from or somthing? I’m sure you won’t feel too shook up if I call pass.” she responded, but he noticed her voice become slightly more gentle, more soft than when she spoke to Wes. He didn't exactly know what to think of that. He was about to respond when Wes cut in instead. “See I think he would Abby, and you know, seeing my best friend like that just might compel me to make a trip to the headmaster’s office and inform him of some weekend extracurriculars of yours." Colton's eyes darted between the pair, wondering exactly what Wes was talking about. What information did he have that he hadn't shared with Colton? Abby and Wes' eyes were locked, Colton apparently forgotten as they squared off. Colton's eyebrows furrowed. He knew exactly where this was going, and it wasn't going to turn out pretty. "Guys..." he said, but his words were ignored.

“Is that a threat?” Abby hissed at Wes, and Colton closed his eyes, not wanting to watch the rest of the scene play out. Wes was his best friend, but that didn't mean Colton always agreed with his tactics. He wanted Abby to generally like him, not to completely loathe him. For some reason unkown to Colton himself, he generally cared about Abby more than he would admit. He seriously wanted to get to know her, and there was something her cared about underneath her appearance. Perhaps it was because she was extremely different than most of the others, that she didn't play up her looks so much. She was simply beautiful without it. There was just an unknown factor that drew him to her, but the more he got to know, the more he had a suspicion she didn't feel the same at all. “No, love, it’s a promise. And as I don’t foresee you giving up on fixing up the piece of junk you call a motorbike, you might want to rethink your position.”

Colton opened his eyes once more. Wes was looking rather predatory, a look Colton had seen many times before. And Abby had a look of pure hatred, one Colton hoped she was never going to give to himself. “It’d be hard to talk to anyone with a broken jaw.” Damn, now Wes had done it.

"Now that sweetheart, is a threat, and you can go through with it if you like, but then we’ll have teachers involved anyway for that unprovoked assault.” Colton looked around the cafeteria, wondering if anyone was watching this little showdown. Gratefully, everyone seemed to be absorbed in their own conversations. Colton really didn't want any extra eyes on him... for once. “Whose side do you think they’ll take when giving out occurrences, the girl with anger issues or the honor student? We wouldn’t want to see you expelled now, after all where would you even go-?” Colton practically jumped out of his chair, the sharp crack catching him off guard. His eyes widened as he saw Abby's fork sticking out of the table, extremely close to Wes' hand. There was a moment of pure silence as the sound echoed through the hall, and then slowly conversations started up once again. Although Colton could feel all of the eyes staring in his direction.

“We’ll pick you up at eight.”

That ended the conversation, and Wes stood up abruptly, motioning for Colton to join him. He stayed frozen in his seat for just a moment, wanting more than anything to reassure her that Colton didn't want her to hate him. That he cared about her. Just something genuine. "Abby.." he whispered, but he didn't get to finish. She stood up and stormed away, not even caring that Colton had tried to speak with her. He sighed, standing up and walking over to Wes. "Damnit, was that necessary?" he asked, as they began walking out of the cafeteria. Colton hadn't even eaten, but food was the farthest thing from his mind. "She's probably going to open the door with a pistol aimed at our heads..." he said, shaking his head slightly.

The cafeteria was emptying, meaning it was time for class. He had physical training with Mr. Bennett first, and he was for once happy for the exercise early in the morning. It would help him clear his mind. "Well, I suppose it's time for class."





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Dimitri had been up early, just like most of the students at the Academy. He was the Physical Training professor, which meant he had to live up to the job. He was extremely fit, having a vigorous workout routine that he followed daily. It started with a run through the grounds, to get his heart rate up and ready for what was coming next. He saw various students around, waving as they greeted him when he ran by. After he was warmed up, he went through his weight training, working out his specific muscles. When that was complete, he cooled down doing various stretches and yoga poses. Finally, he was finished. He took a detour on the way to his room to grab something to eat. He ate relatively healthy: some fruit, toast, and orange juice. Although he couldn't resist grabbing a waffle and dousing it in syrup. Everyone had their weaknesses.

He made it back to his room, in a building where the teachers lived together, and hopped in the shower, letting the hot water sooth his aching muscles. He dressed simply, as he always did, in a white cotton shirt with a slight v-neck, and a pair of brown pants with boots. He checked the clock, realizing that he needed to head over to the pavilion where he held his class. He liked to be the first one there and greet all of his students as they arrived. The day was sure to be a beautiful one as he stepped outside. He refused to let his class be taught in the middle of the day, when the heat was almost unbearable. It was offered only in the morning or evening. He didn't want any of his students passing out from the heat.

As he walked, his mind wandered, ending up on the topic of Anastasia. Just thinking of her made him smile. They had many conversations, mostly about literature, and could talk for hours at a time about it. She was the teacher he was closest to, and he even actually felt a connection with her. He wanted to explore their relationship further, but he didn't want to put her off. She would be getting ready to teach, just as he was. He pulled out his phone, after all he didn't live in the dark ages like some of his student thought. He found her number and pulled up the message window.

"Hey, so I was thinking... we should have lunch together. What do you think?"

He hit the send button and put it back in his pocket. He had reached his destination anyway. The pavilion was semi-secluded from the rest of the Academy, because he needed a lot of outdoor room. The pavilion held every type of workout equipment you could imagine. He liked to have weight training at least once a week, and then also liked to play various outdoor sports and do weapons training, trying to make it as fun for his class as possible. He wanted them to enjoy it, but it was also important information as well. He stood at the front of the pavilion, looking over the rest of the buildings, and waited for his class to show up.