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Rose Gracey

"We sit on front porches and swing life away..."

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

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Rose Gracey

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Full Name: Roseanna Elaine Gracey
Nicknames: Many of her friends take to calling her Ro, or Rosie, however that one was always more reserved for her grandmother.
Age: 18 years old
Godly Parent: Apollo
Birthdate: May 24th
Home Town: Baltimore Maryland
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Likes: Greek food | Chocolate | The Outdoors | Music | Theatre | CATS (the musical) | Sarcasm | Laughing | Sports | Coffee | Reading
Dislikes: Lies | Pain | Dolls | The Color Orange | Bugs | Pink Lemonade | Toads | Bleach | Math | Brussels Sprouts | Drugs
Fears: Drowning | Never finding the place she belongs | Not being good enough | Darkness | Getting trampled to death

Personality: Rose Gracey was never just one thing, she was many. To some, she comes off as responsible and mature, like a girl who knows herself, who she is, what she wants. To others, she's the exciting, daring one, unable to refuse a challenge and always ready to try something new. However, Rose isn't one or the other. She's both. Rose is true to her heritage. She is as wild and reckless, and free as her father. She's a dreamer, and in some cases, she's far more curious than she should be. Rose is often one to act on instinct, while at others, she's the one slowing down and taking the time to think something through before making a decision. This fact leads her to sometimes think too much, a habit she's been trying to break.

Rose is, in two words, bold and enthusiastic. She's got a sharp tongue, and is always ready with a quick comment or a sarcastic quip, though she never means to cause real harm. Rose is also one to always throw herself into everything she does. She doesn't like to lose. She loves the outdoors, and is always at her best when she's out under the sun, obviously, being a child of the sun god and all. Rose likes to stay active, and as such, there are times when she can't ever seem to stop moving. She gets restless, and feels like she has to be doing something or she'll risk going insane. This is the part of Rose that makes her always feel the need to be a part of something. It's always one of her fears that she'll never make any difference and the world will just forget about her.

Thus leading into the part of Rose no one ever sees: the insecure girl, the one who fears being forgotten and who second-guesses every decision she makes because it might not be good enough. This is the part of Rose that she hides from the world. Even those closest to her only ever get glimpses, never the full truth. Overall, Rose truly is a happy girl, but she's also a teenager, and she's got to deal with all that comes with it.




ImageHistory: Rose's mother, Alice Harkiss, was the kind of woman who looked for adventure everywhere she went. And when she met a man one day, sunkissed skin, dark hair, and the deepest, darkest eyes she'd ever seen, adventure was exactly what she got. She got the ride of her life, but just as quickly as it had begun, it was over. He disappeared, and she never saw him again. However, as with every adventure, Alice got a souvenir. More than a souvenir, she got Rose. Rose was the outcome of one of the greatest adventures of Alice Harkiss's life. It wasn't long, a year and a half actually, until Alice's next adventure began. That was when she married Richard Gracey.

Richard Gracey was the best father Rose could ever have dreamed of. He came to all the school talent shows, the ballet recitals, the choir concerts. And he even got her into sports, something he was always quite proud of, especially when Rose's little brother was born. They were a happy family. Mornings were filled with smiles and breakfast at the table. The sunrise brought new opportunities, and new life, especially for Rose, though no one ever questioned why. Rose's own mother always simply stayed silent, a secret glint in her eyes. Richard treated Rose like his own daughter, and she never knew any better than to think him her father.

From a young age, Rose found her calling in music. She started playing the piano when she was 4 years old, guitar when she was 6. Music was her expression, as there were so many things you could say, it all depended on the sound. The crescendos, decrescendos, the flats, the sharps, the accidentals. By the time Rose was in the 8th grade, she was already being bussed up to the high school for Advanced Music Theory classes, and was always first in line to audition for the annual musicals, some of her favorites being Les Miserables and CATS. No one ever understood how such a young girl could know so much about music, or hold such a passion for it. Her teachers however, were all quite proud.

Everything changed for Rose, however, when she was 16. That was the year her entire world came crashing down. Her father was in a car accident. He'd been hit head on, and he hadn't survived the collision. Her mother had apparently taken the hit much harder than she had, as she closed off completely. But what made everything worse, was when she revealed to Rose her true heritage. At first, Rose was in schock. And then, she was in denial. There was no way she was the daughter of some mythical greek god. She grew angry, accusing her mother of deliberately trying to hurt her. Why else would she do this.

And then, it happened. He appeared, in a flash of gold, he was there, stunning and radiant. To her mother's eyes, he was just the same as when she last saw him. He didn't appear to have aged a day. Standing before them was Apollo, god of the sun, music, poetry, and healing. And he was her father. He told her about the Academy, and after much persuasion, she agreed to go. But not until after she'd had a long talk with her mother, telling her she couldn't do this. She couldn't shut down. She still had Parker to take care of. He needed her. He was just a kid.

And so it was that Rose Gracey found herself at Mount Olympus Academy, confronted with the fact that she now had more siblings than she knew what to do with, and that she possessed powers she didn't yet understand. Perhaps she would, one day.

Anything else? Maybe later

So begins...

Rose Gracey's Story

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Character Portrait: Kennedy Davenport Character Portrait: Rose Gracey Character Portrait: Caro Straughn-Earle Character Portrait: Harry Cricket Character Portrait: Rueben Leonardo Esteban
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We won't back down
We've gotta take our best shot
Give it all we got now
We won't back down
They say we'll never make it
But we're gonna take it all the way


If one was to look in the room of two Zeus sisters, Caroline Straughn-Earle and Kennedy Davenport, it was possible that they would find one of them sleeping. The other however, had already been up for at least an hour, and was missing from her room. This was a normal thing, as once the sun rose, so did Kennedy. She always woke early, took a shower, and then proceeded to make that shower irrelevant by running up to 3-4 miles around the school.

And that was exactly what she was doing at that moment. With We Wont Give up by The Afters playing loud enough for those she passed to hear, Kennedy ran across the campus of Mount Olympus, oblivious to the world around her and lost to her own mind. Her hair was down and blew in the wind behind her. By now, most people were used to seeing the girl outside before class started. When she ran it seemed like she was competing against someone, or against herself, enough so that some might think she should have been the daughter of Nike instead of Zeus. But that was just how it was with Ken. She's always trying to best herself, stay one step ahead. She always felt like if she kept pushing, kept going further, maybe one day she'd get somewhere. She was always running, but she had no destination. She just ran, and ran, and ran...

Reaching the lake, she stopped, leaning against a nearby tree. The sun was just above the horizon, the sky painted in streaks of different colors. Taking out her earbuds and looking up at the sky, she proceeded to give a small salute while a smirk passed her lips. "Hey dad." Rolling her eyes at herself, she plopped down on the ground, laying back and just breathing. Closing her eyes, she decided to just lay there for a minute, or two, or ten, whatever worked...

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We live on front porches
And swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor
I'll slave till the end
I won't cross these streets
Until you hold my hand


The room was silent save for the quiet song playing throughout the room, and the only movement was the subtle rise and fall of Rose Gracey's chest as she slept peacefully in her bed. The mere sight of it all was calm, quiet, and serene.

At least it was until the alarm started going off.

Then, and Hades himself could swear it, all hell broke loose. In a matter of seconds, the peace that had settled over the room shattered. Rose, who had been sound asleep, woke with a start, and a yell, and fell off the side of her bed and crashed on the ground, her fall cushioned only by the multitude of blankets she'd burritoed herself into.

"Ouch." She spoke against the fabric of of one of the blankets. She layed there for a moment, listening to her alarm, and wishing she lived in a cartoon where she could suddenly pull a giant hammer out of thin air and smash it to pieces. With a groan, she lifted her self from the ground, somehow untangling herself from the covers, and rising to her feet. Upon looking around, she realized she had a choice to make: Go back to sleep and be late for class, or get ready, go to class, and actually get a good grade.

Sadly, she chose the latter. So, picking up her blankets, she placed them back on the bed, then turned to her alarm. As part of her morning routine, not surprisingly given that Apollo was her father, she always had the radio on. Music was like a shot of espresso to this girl. The first song to play was Swing Life Away by Rise Against, and Rose, smiling to herself, she sang along quietly and walked around the room, taking out everything she'd need to prepare herself for the day to come.

By the time she stepped out of the shower, the song had changed at least three times, and was now playing Postcards and Polaroids by Sleeping with Sirens. Drying off her hair and getting dressed, she looked around. Her room wasn't as clean as it should have been, but at least it didn't look like a tornado had just run through it. Grabbing her bag, she left her room, closing the door behind her and making her way down the hall. She thouht about going to see if Rueben was up yet, or Harry, but she decided that if they were up, she'd find them soon enough, and so she just kept walking.

And so the day began...What it would hold in store, no one knew. However, findng out? Well that was half the fun of it all...

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Character Portrait: Rose Gracey Character Portrait: Colton Kessler Character Portrait: Selyse Hendrickson
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Selyse's eyes shot open as the incessant buzzing of her alarm broke through the haze of her dreams. She groaned, wishing she could roll over and go back to sleep. Her hands with powder blue nails came up to rub the sleep away from her eyes. She sat up, reached over, and shut the alarm off on her phone. She wasn't sure why, but she never trusted an alarm clock. She knew that she would forget to set it back one time, and then she would be screwed. Generally, she liked school and learning, but sleep was hard to shake off, especially that morning. She'd stayed up too late reading her book, and before she could finish it, she had completely passed out.

She finally rose out of her rose-colored sheets, stretching her arms to the ceiling. Immediately she got into the shower, washing away the last effects of sleep. After emerging into the steaming bathroom, she felt awake and ready for whatever the day brought her. A light pink summer dress was her outfit of choice, knowing she would always change when physical activity was required of her. She decided to put her hair up into a loose up-do, tendrils of hair falling down to frame her face delicately.

Selyse grabbed her stylish one-shoulder white bag, with her required school supplies inside, and stepped out of her room. Once outside, she wasn't surprised to see that most of the school was already awake and alive. Many of the students woke up insanely early to run or exercise, something Selyse just never got into. Perhaps it was because she wasn't the daughter of one of the more 'physical' gods, and therefore wasn't obsessed with her state of body fat. She liked makeup and all, but if she looked like crap sometimes, she could hardly care. Looks weren't that important.

She decided to idly walk the grounds, not really having a destination in mind, until it was time to head to class. Selyse was a people person, and therefore knew almost everyone at the Academy, and she hoped that soon she would see someone. Coming back to reality, she noticed that she had arrived at the lake. The sun was shining, reflecting beautifully off of the blue water, and she noticed it was a rather popular place. Kennedy was lounging next to a tree, Dustin was already in the water (no surprise there), and Sage was reading alone near the lake.

She knew Sage wouldn't want to be bothered, so she chose a spot in the grass near the water, sitting and staring out over the small ripples that formed from the light breeze. She closed her eyes, the warm sun and light breeze making her sleepy once again. She didn't need to fall into dreamland once more, however, so she pulled out her latest fantasy novel and picked up where she left off. The mystery of who murdered Andrea's twin sister was about to be revealed...




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Colton liked exercising, but he preferred to work out in the evenings, then showering before he went to bed. That had been his normal routine since he was a young boy, and he wasn't about to change it now. So he got extra sleep in the mornings before class, even though he was up relatively early just to made sure he looked good for the day. His eyes opened, noticing the sunlight streaming into his window. He had an extremely sensitive internal clock, always waking up at least five minutes before his alarm was set to go off. He never got to hear his alarm tone, and once again he reached over and shut it off before the music had even played.

Stepping into the bathroom, he noticed that he had an extreme case of bed head. He grabbed some gel, working it into his hair, making it look tousled and stylish. The style these days was to make it look as if you did absolutely nothing to your hair, yet it took more work than just making it clean. It took ten minutes before he was completely satisfied with his reflection, then he stepped to his closet. A black v-neck and dark blue jeans were his choice of an outfit for the day. The v-neck gave girls a hint at his chiseled chest, and he normally noticed girls staring at him, particularly in that region. He supposed he would give them what they wanted.

Before leaving, he decided to make his bed. He liked everything to look good and have its place, so his room was normally clean and organized. The navy sheets and comforter were smoothed out and tucked meticulously, his dirty clothes placed in the hamper, and his books for the day placed in his backpack. He grabbed his favorite black leather jacket from its peg on the wall, slinging it over his shoulder and sliding his arms through. He almost never left the room without one of his leather jackets. He thought they added something nice to his look.

Colton stepped out into the hallway, slinging his backpack over his shoulders, and began heading for the front door. Up ahead, he noticed another figure making her way through the hallways as well. After a moment, he realized it was none other than Rose. He picked up his pace, catching up to her in a matter of seconds. "Hey Rose," he said casually, brushing his shoulder up against hers briefly. "You are looking stunning today, as always," he said, giving her a large grin.

Rose was truly beautiful, inside and out. They had a special relationship, the two of them. They bantered back and forth like no one else he knew, and most of the time he looked forward to their playful conversations. Sadly, he was sure she wasn't interested in him any way other than friends. Even though they were great friends, he would jump at the chance to be with her. His pursuits wouldn't stop until she gave in, which meant he might still have to be hitting on her as an eighty year old man. Whatever it takes, he thought to himself.

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Character Portrait: Kennedy Davenport Character Portrait: Christian Straughn-Earle Character Portrait: Rose Gracey Character Portrait: Caro Straughn-Earle Character Portrait: Harry Cricket Character Portrait: Clarissa "Taran" Morvay
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Kennedy hadn't been laying there for long when she heard a splash. Opening her eyes, which, had for a few minutes, been closed in thought and other good things, she sat up slightly and looked over at the water, where she noticed Dustin floating along on his back. Strangely, he reminded Ken of an otter. But, in a good way. As he waved, she waved back, shooting the boy a smile. She was just starting to be able to feel the sun, and paired with the breeze that was floating through the air, this day was already promising to be quite beautiful.

Glancing back at Dustin, she finally got a good look at what he was wearing. She laughed. "Nice pants fish boy!" Her tone alone gave away that she meant no real harm. She never would. In fact, she was still a little kid who watched Disney movies whenever she was in her dorm. For the daughters of the king of the gods, when they were alone, Caro and Ken were still such kids. Enough so that it would most likely surprise some people.

Speak of the devil...

When Caro plopped down next to her, she laughed. "Next time, I'll be sure to turn on some heavy metal, just for you." She looked up with a smirk, but almost held up her hands to avoid getting whacked, though she honestly couldn't contain the smile and the laugh that sprang forth. As her sister lay back, Ken maneuvered so she lay sideways, her head on Caro's stomach. She made a good pillow. It was like laying on a cloud. And while they were missing the third of their unstoppable trio, Ken knew Chris was probably off doing...something, and she was quite content to just lay there with her sister.

"Well thank the gods you love me. You know, I dont know if I've ever really been on the receiving end of one of your rages before. Lucky me." She shrugged, chuckling to herself and just relaxing.

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Rose was just walking along, when suddenly a voice broke through her thoughts, and a shoulder brushed her own. Looking to her side....Colton. She simply rolled her eyes. "And here I was having such a nice morning. Got up, took a shower, listened to some music, and then...." She looked over at him with a smirk.

She and Colton had this thing going. He'd attempt to make her swoon, and she'd just fire back some retort. This boy reveled in his godly parentage, and to be honest, Rose wasn't sure any other god or goddess would have fit him better. The guy flirted like it was the only way he knew how to communicate, and sometimes, Rose wasn't so sure that it wasn't. But, he was amusing, and the two were definitely friends. Sure, he was attractive, all the Aphrodite kids were. There was no mistake about that, but...

Turning a corner and opening a door, Rose was suddenly hit with a breath of fresh air as she stepped outside. Breathing in deeply, she looked around, suddenly realizing that, truth be told, she didn't even know where she was going. Sure, she knew the school, but this morning, she didn't really have a destination. She could go to class, but even the teachers probably weren't there yet.

So, she just turned, and she kept walking. Looking out across the distance, she spotted Taran and Harry. Smiling, she made her way over to them, waving a bit as she got closer. Turning to Colton, who still walked along at her side, she smiled. "So, guess I might was well ask, how's your morning?"

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Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Halley McClain Character Portrait: Kennedy Davenport Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Swann Character Portrait: Rose Gracey Character Portrait: Harry Cricket
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Brandon Faust


Brandon, as he always did, woke before the sun. He got up, stretched, made his bed, got changed into heavy sweats, and tossed his workout gear into a simple bag that he threw over his shoulders. His gear included two well worn muay thai hand guards, a pair of shorts, and a gallon jug of water. Brandon then started his day.

Brandon liked to start his morning workout with a three mile run around campus followed by stair sprints. The feeling of being up before the sun was great. The sky was a fantastic violet that was slowly breaking into lighter blues and golds. It was a beautiful scene. As much as he'd like to share it with someone, not everyone was willing to wake up as early as he did. Throwing away such distracting thoughts, Brandon ran on, effortlessly. He had always been a good athlete, so he finished his run in about twenty minutes he wasn't too surprised; that was pretty average. His path had taken him to the school's sports stadium, and there he ran five sets of stairs in another fifteen minutes before jogging back to the school's gym in another five. By the time Brandon had made it to the gym, it was roughly 5:40 am. Brandon set to his cardio first, as it made a better warm up for his weights. Brandon jumped rope for ten minutes and then did box steps for another ten, bringing him to six o'clock. Once he'd finished, he had really started working up a sweat and decided to remove his heavier hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants. He tossed on his shorts and set to weights. Today was chest and back. Brandon did bench, military, and angled presses followed by lat pulls and push ups. Once he was finished, Brandon could finally get to work on his real training.

Instead of making his way to the punching bag, which his half-sister Abby was using, Brandon made his way to a wooden cylinder, set on a rack, with a few wooden bars sticking out of it at odd angles, a training dummy. Approaching the dummy, Brandon took his stance and took a few deep breaths. Brandon allowed the sweat to roll off his forehead and down past his eyes and chin. He stood for what seemed like ages, waiting for some unknown signal. A drop of sweat, grasped tightly by gravity, succumbed to the Earth's pull and began to fall. Suddenly, like an alligator snapping at unsuspecting prey, Brandon began. He rained a hail of blows on the dummy, perfectly deflecting its built in counter strikes and using the machine's rotation to create even more combos. Brandon looked like a human blender, his hands moved so fast that it they appeared to be invisible. Loud cracks of hard bone on wood rang out through the gym, and intensified as Brandon upped his pace. Though the sweat stung his eyes and the strikes hurt his wrists, Brandon kept going until twenty minutes at the dummy had passed. He slowed and eventually stopped, making one last strike at the heart and neck targets. Brandon tiredly walked over to a bench and sat, wiping the sweat from his eyes and taking big gulps of water. He looked up, only to find Abby gone. Breakfast must be soon. Brandon looked at the clock, 7:10 am. He had a little time and there was still practice to be had. Brandon walked over to his bag and pulled on the heavily worn Muay Thai pads and made his way over to the punching bag. It had been worked pretty well by Abby, and there were still a few deformations in the pad from where the foam hadn't sprung back yet. Brandon placed his hands on the pad, mirroring her strikes. He smiled. "She's got a hell of a cross." Brandon whispered to himself, admiring the solid dent on the upper left side of the bag. "My turn." He whispered, and at that, he began.

Muay Thai doesn't just focus on using fists and feet like traditional kickboxing. It uses every part of the human body. Elbows, knees, fists, shins, feet, forearms, and the heel of the palm were all utilized by Muay Thai. Further, from practicing Wing Chun, Brandon had learned to flow between strikes, opening up opportunities for effective combos. As such, Brandon's personal style was fierce and relentless. He pounded on the bag, setting it rocking in rhythm with his strikes. Brandon's fights with his imaginary foe began with more traditional boxing strikes, a few quick jabs, followed by a right hook and a left upper. Once he had drilled his fists into the soft pad and gotten a good feel for pacing, Brandon grappled the bag and sent a loaded knee into the vulnerable ribs of his imaginary opponent. Following his enemy's blind strikes, which were deflected with elbows and forearms, Brandon set to attacking his opponent's limbs, to keep them from striking back. A flurry of blows rained on the left arm, shattering the forearm and breaking the elbow. Afterwards came a devastating low kick to the right knee, setting the foe off balance and into Brandon's waiting elbow. Once the jaw was broken, the right leg was broken at the shin, followed by the right arm, at the elbow, as the desperate, wild haymaker was thrown. His enemy completely immobilized, Brandon's final strike sent a powerful knee into the forehead of his now kneeling enemy. The skull fractured and his imaginary foe was dead. Brandon's strikes were brutally efficient and more than a little gruesome, but war was war. The sooner one was down, the sooner the rest could follow.

After that, Brandon quickly gathered his things, showered in his own room, dove into some clean clothes and a jacket, tossed his dirty clothes into his hamper, put his school supplies in his backpack, and left for breakfast. He jogged across the quad, waving to Harry, Ken, Rose, and a few others as he made his way to the cafeteria. As he walked, he noticed that Rosalie and Selsye were sitting under a tree near the lake, Selsye's nose was buried in her book like usual. Brandon smiled, she had a voracious appetite for books. As Brandon walked he noticed that Rowan Tinne was there too, talking with Rosalie. He wanted to go straight to food, but he could always grab something later; further, the temptation to talk with Selsye and his other friends was too great. He diverted from his path and walked over to the two girls, a big smile on his face. "H-hey!" He fumbled, addressing the group and tripping over a root in his anticipation to talk with Selyse. "What's everyone up to today? Mind if I join you?" He asked, genuine interest and care showing through his slight stutter. Rosalie's presence was making Brandon a bit nervous, but she was a friend, so his usual awkwardness was mostly forgotten. He kneeled down, then sat next to Selsye, on the opposite side from Rosalie, not too close, but not too far away either. Once he was seated, he continued. "Or would you prefer I left you guys alone with your books and your private conversation?" Brandon asked.

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Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Halley McClain Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Swann Character Portrait: Rose Gracey Character Portrait: Harry Cricket Character Portrait: Nathaniel Sterling
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Abby Rae Jarvis



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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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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Taran always found Harry the funny one of friends, at least when it came to food. However she had no desire to say no to Harry's statement of getting food, for she too was quite hungry and had wanted something to eat. For a girl so thin as she, Taran could eat more then a pig and had a habit of having food contests with herself to see if she could eat more then what she ate the time before, rest assured she does this in her own time and with no one around for the mere point that she does not want to be considered disgusting and belittled for her hollow stomach. Speaking of her stomach Taran's was even beginning to rumble. She had had nothing to eat this morning, it wasn't unusual for her to skip breakfast as her stomach wasn't one that woke up well to the early mornings. After covering her stomach to try and minimize the noise, Taran nodded at Harry and began to walk with him to the cafeteria, forgetting about the conversation that they were trying to start before.

When Rose came up, Taran simply let Harry make the first bit of small talk. She knew Rose of course and the two were friends but she still wasn't the best at being the first person to say Hi and so she simply waved and smiled and let Rose start the small talk. This wasn't new for any of Taran's friends, they all knew she would much rather be mute and just be the friend that everyone could talk to then the chatter box of the group. Of course when she did speak, and to the ones she knew well, she would talk quite a lot. With Harry she had a habit of talking and signing and mixing the two together until he grabbed her hands or motioned for her to slow down but when she was in the mood to talk she would talk.

Glancing past Rose, Taran saw her brother Wes. He was always protective of her, she wasn't exactly sure why just because she was always quiet around her and he seemed to be higher in the popularity listings but hey it was nice to know he would be there if she needed him. Again she waved and gave a smile, noticing the tension in the two boys. Taran, depending on her day, found it a bit funny to continue a conversation with her brother when Harry was around, just because they both had to play nice. Or at least she would hope they both do. But today was not one of those days, and she figured Wes would want to be going and he looked as though he was on his way to somewhere. So she very politely and not rushingly said "I'll have to talk to you later, we were just about to get breakfast." She smiled hoping this would give the two guys their escape that they would want.

After saying that Taran quickly turned to Rose and Harry... "Ready to go eat?"

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Rose's response was to roll her eyes. Such typical Rose. "And here I was having such a nice morning. Got up, took a shower, listened to some music, and then...." Her eyes gazed over at him, and a smirk grew on her lips. He just chuckled shaking his head slightly. "Oh come now, Rose, you know you are just so excited to see me!" He mirrored her smirk with one of his own, keeping pace with her as they headed for the fresh air outside. Colton kept glancing at her from the corner of his eyes, wondering what was going on in her mind. He knew that they were friends, yet he didn't feel as if he really knew what she thought of him. He also wasn't sure if she knew his pursuance was genuine or just because he thought he could. He kept his mouth shut, the silence hanging between them.

Finally, they made their way to the door and headed outside. Rose seemed to stop, breathing deeply, and then debated where she wanted to venture next. He just stood beside her patiently, and when she headed in a direction, he followed. Her head perked up, and he followed her gaze to see both Harry and Taran in the distance. She waved enthusiastically, yet he just continued her path towards them. Rose finally looked at him once more, breaking their silence. "So, guess I might was well ask, how's your morning?" He smiled, his perfectly white teeth showing. "Better now that I'm with you," he said, meeting her gaze. He couldn't resist his comments, they always kind of spilled out of him before he could stop it. He blamed his mother for that.

He added on a bit of truthfulness as well. "My morning is going well, though, thanks for asking." As they finally reached the pair, Colton looked to see his very best friend approaching. “Getting an early start today Colton?” Wes asked, smirking. Colton was certainly getting a lot of smirks today, and yet it was still early. Today was going to be interesting, he could already tell. "Well, you know, I have to look my best," he said, shrugging his shoulders. Looks were about the most important thing to him, and he made an effort to wake up as early as needed so that his good looks were always pristine. Wes greeted the group, so Colton followed, though in a more general manner. "Morning everyone," he said simply, a yawn escaping his lips.

There was tension in the air, and he knew exactly why. Harry and Wes. He looked between everyone, resisting the urge to run his hand through his hair, because it would only mess up all his hard work. "Breakfast?" Harry clarified shortly, and Colton nodded. "Food, yes." He grabbed Wes' arm, dragging him away from the group slightly. "Come on," he said, not wanting anything particularly bad to happen. It was still early. "We should go find Abby. She's probably already in the cafeteria. She most certainly won't be able to resist both of us at the same time!" He smiled, gesturing towards the building. He decided to use the fact that both of them were seriously attracted to Abby to lead him away from Harry. "I'll catch you all later!" he called, waving goodbye to the rest of them. He made sure to say bye to Rose specifically, however. "Especially you, Rose," he said, giving her a wink before turning around.

He glanced at Wes. "Shall we?"

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“Excellent idea.” Wesley replied, deciding the cafeteria was an option after all. When else would he be presented with such and easy opportunity to make Harry squirm after all? He was set to follow the small group when he was jerked back by Colton, and that plan too was brought up short. Had any other student outside his family pulled that stunt, they would have found themselves in for a world of active torment, but this was Colton, his best friend. There were some who viewed their friendship as being either odd, as their personalities were so different, or even shallow. Wesley would never deny he was attractive, and any son of Aphrodite held good looks by virtue of birth, together they made a devastatingly handsome duo when pursuing women. That however wasn’t what had attracted them together, though it was a rather pleasing bonus that blossomed from their friendship. Colton was light where Wesley was dark, Wesley adding depth while Colton gave perspective, they simply balanced each other. Wesley also enjoyed that Colton seemed to both understand him, while at the same time not judging, and Wesley treated him the same.

Still, Wes was not above giving him a snarky remark or two, but the urge was halted before a good reply could even form when Colton mentioned a certain blonde they shared a mutually recreational obsession over. “Oh no doubt. Our dear sweet Abigail is rather fond of eating isn’t she? The only predictable thing about her.” Wes replied with a smile that more closely resembled a shark than anything nice. Some men might be put off by the idea of their best friend being attracted to the same woman, but Wes’s interest in Abby had always been more intellectual whilst Colton’s were predictably more…carnal. No one really knew anything about Abby when she came to the academy last year, and the young daughter of Ares had not felt the need to change that fact with nearly anyone. A hard girl to get to open up, Wes had immediately singled her out as a challenge, and she had not disappointed in that regard. A curvy blonde enigma wrapped in anger issues and emotional scars a mile wide, Abby and her complete unwillingness to talk about herself had fascinated Wes from the beginning. Baiting her was one of his favorite pastimes, and though Wes did feel somewhat possessive of Abby in regards to other men, this didn’t extend to Colton.

Once the pair reached the cafeteria, Wes’s eyes scanned the hall for their quarry, and he spotted her almost immediately. She was sitting alone with a paper and a tray filled with food, which made Wesley smirk. Good, it would have been harder to force her attention were she sitting with others but this position made it easy to sneak up on her from behind, especially as she seemed rather engrossed in the paper she was reading. Unceremoniously grabbing a chair from one of the other tables and dragging it to Abby’s, Wesley saddled up extremely close to Abby on her right side, invading her personal space, while motioning Colton to do the same on her left to effectively box her in, as the table was in front of the far wall. One of the first things he’d noticed about Abby was her tendency to sit with her back to the wall. In class she always sat in the back, at lunch it was the same. It was like watching a wild animal that refused to show predators its unprotected back. It also made eliminating her escape route in this case, that much easier.

“Well now what have got here?” Wesley intoned in a gravelly voice as close to her ear as he could get without risking a head-butt from the fiery blonde. He watched her tense the moment both he and Colton took their seats, and suddenly there were a pair of beautiful, piercingly, blue sapphire eyes glowering at him. “Fuck off Wes.” She growled, but all Wesley did was grin. He really did love watching her get riled up. Perhaps a smidge of his interest in her was carnal too.

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Paige takes a less than dainty bite of cantaloupe before her gaze flickers over towards Emmett, who had been the first of the table to greet her. Her expression is far less than bright eyed and bushy tailed, only justifying his statement even further, unfortunately. "Only the dull are brilliant at breakfast," the sleepy young woman retorts, raising an eyebrow at his smile because she finds it odd that he even needs to throw it in to tell her that he is being sarcastic. Even if he were to stop and start insulting her with a cruelty usually reserved for Arielle speaking to the weak, she'd likely just blink at him and then continue eating, unconcerned and unaffected by the entire scene. As it is, this is not the case, for she is on relatively friendly terms with Emmett, thanks to a mutual sarcastic streak and ability to allow insults and the like to roll off of them like water off of a top shelf umbrella. The young woman looks over at Arielle, who also gives her a casual greeting, and returns the hello with one of her own, though it is muffled by a sudden yawn and her hand covering up her mouth. As far as energy goes, Paige is never at her best, but she is particularly bad in the mornings- probably due to a nocturnal habit.

From her quiet station at the table, Paige watches as Sage, resident intellect and daughter of Athena, walks over and immediately addresses Xavier. A sip of warm tea here and a bite of strawberry there are all that deter her from her unsubtle and yet generally ignored listening. She tends to hear a lot more than she should, because people don't seem to register that the girl who constantly falls asleep in odd places is perfectly capable of listening, absorbing, and using to her advantage. This does not seem necessary at the moment, however, for what is being spoken on seems, to Paige at least, little more than a harmless prank. Another girl joins the pack now, although certainly not the sitting one. Halley McClain, daughter of Hephaestus, walks over and says hello to Sage in a voice so quiet and mousy that even Paige can't help but see why Arielle dislikes her. Paige considers her a little bit dull, at best, and tiresome at worst, but this may be because she tends to remain neutral or neutral-positive about people unless obligated to do otherwise. Dislike is such a bothersome sentiment, taking up far more involvement and energy than disinterest ever will.

All of this tension, or rather edging towards tension, is completely undesirable as far as Paige is concerned, especially as it is over something so trivial. All he did was steal some clothing. How dramatic, she muses. The girl gets along with Saoirse well enough, of course, but Paige is the far more mellow of the two and, in the same situation, would probably just eat breakfast in her swimsuit anyway, before going back and changing or something. People slowly begin to leave for classes and the like, leaving Paige, Xavier, Arielle, and Santiago. Honestly, Paige is only there because she never seems to rush, and therefore is perpetually late for her classes. Arielle grabs her attention with a proposition, though really it is nothing less of a fact- if Arielle wants something to happen, it usually does. Paige has no qualms with this, because going with the flow definitely minimizes the amount of effort she must use.

"Is that an actual question?" Paige asks with a dreamy voice and a raised eyebrow. The statement doesn't express her desire to go, but her acknowledgement of the fact that it will happen regardless.





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Though they are nearing the cafeteria, it is at a rather sluggish pace, and Harry begins to wonder if they will have time to eat before class. If not, he may have to resort to trying to eat during class, because he certainly doesn't plan on just going without breakfast entirely for the day. If nothing else, the young man is healthy, both in exercise and in diet, and breakfast is, as the cliche goes, the most important meal of the day. When given the opportunity, he avoids skipping it, as many others do- this isn't some sort of abnormal thing about him, after all. Besides, even though Taran won't outwardly admit so, he suspects that she is hungry. The girl has a bit of an appetite, after all, and logic tells him that it should be just as big, if not bigger, during the morning. After all, going several hours without a bite to eat can do that to you, regardless of whether the body was on energy-saver mode during that time. Thus, his proposition that they go to eat is just as much for her as it is for him, even though the initial motivation had been his borderline empty stomach.

When Taran quickly cuts in and tells Wes that they have to go and eat now, Harry smiles in a kind of smug manner at the son of Hades, because she has given a perfectly good excuse as to why Wes should go ahead and leave now, so that she, Harry, and Rose can go and get themselves something to eat. Of course, they don't actually know whether or not Rose needs food at the moment, but Harry has decided to pretend otherwise for the moment. Even if she isn't hungry, the girl might want an orange juice or tea or some other sort of beverage to refresh herself before classes. His gratefulness increases as Colton agrees with him and begins to tug Wes away, turning so that Harry can no longer decipher their words. It's awfully inconvenient when people do that, but he figures that nothing they are saying concerns him anyway, and as such he shouldn't really care.

He notices, as they enter the cafeteria, that plenty of people are already starting to leave, and a brief image of disappointment flickers across his face before Harry smiles sheepishly at those who have been walking with him. "Has the bell rung?" he signs to Rose, who is the only other person, as far as he is aware, who is fluent in sign. This is because, of course, she started taking the classes with him when he first lost his hearing, and practiced with him a lot over the years, including when they both turned out to be demigods and transferred over to this abnormal school for abnormal kids.

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Kennedy never understood how she and Kenn weren't full sisters. They were always so in sync, they usually finished each other's sentences, understood things no one else would, and had this way of communicating that didn't seem to require actual words. And then there were the physical similarities. The similarities that had people guessing if they were twins, or at least sisters, every time they went into town on weekends. Both had golden blonde hair, strong, almost regal features, and, despite Ken's height, they had the same sort of builds. Enough so that the two could borrow each other's clothes sometimes. They were sisters through and through.

The same could be said for Kennedy and Chris. He was the brother she'd never had, well, until she figured out she probably had thousands of brothers because her father was a manwhore and she was related to freaking Hercules. How many people can say that? Well, that wasn't a very good question. The number of people who could say that could probably fill their own little country.

By the time she floated back down to reality, Caro was being...weird, but fun. "and no, you haven't, you have no idea what I am fully capable off, consider this your warning mere mortal!" Kenn slapped her leg, not hard, but not soft either. "I am not a 'mere mortal' missy!" Her grin was large and she couldn't contain her laughter. After a minute, she let out a sigh. "Do we have to go to class today? Can't we just stay here? And not move? Forever? Chris can come too if he promises to be nice." Kennedy was content where she was. She was comfortable, and classes were so...boring.

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"Totally. It makes my day to be in your presence." Rose never seemed to miss all the smirks and smiles and winks Colton sent in her direction. She often wondered if this was just how he acted around all girls, because, in all honesty, it seemed like it was. But then there were moments...moments where he seemed...different. It definitely had her baffled, not that she'd let him know that of course. No,she'd just continue to banter on with him like she always had. She'd wait until she figured it out for herself.

When Harry waved, she smiled over at him, and nodded to Taran. Rose knew she could call Taran a friend, sort of. They weren't best buds, but they were friends. And then, there was Wes. Rose wasn't sure how she felt about Wesley. She knew there was some itch between him and Harry, but she didn't exactly feel like getting bogged down in that.

And suddenly, he and Colton were off. Colton's last remark had Rose once again rolling her eyes. "If you can find me." She smirked, but turned back to the others. When Harry signed her asking about if the bell had rung, she shook her head no before replying. 'Not yet. Should soon though.'. She smiled and shifted her bag on her shoulder. She had been there for Harry when he lost his hearing. And she knew it was a big change for him. It had taken a long time for him to come to terms with it, and when he started the sign classes at the rec center, she hadn't let him go alone. No, she went with him. And when they figured out they were demigods, they didn't let each other go it alone either. They both came to MOA, and they've been by each other's side through everything. Good, and bad.

Taran was next to speak, again, about breakfast. "Yeah, sure. I've got some time before class."

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It sucked being able to speak other languages and understanding them, but with sign language; only understanding it. Taran honestly could watch Harry and Rose sign to eachother and understand every thing that they said, but could she sign back to them? No. It was extremely annoying. Sure Harry was teaching her, and she could even spell everything out, but who wants to sit there and watch someone s-p-e-l-l o-u-t e-v-e-r-y w-o-r-d. It would just get annoying after awhile, so instead she watches and gets frustrated with herself until she can try and join in.

"I'm going to go sit you guys go get food." Taran signed some of the simpler words and talked a little slower, not much, so Harry could pick up what she was saying then turned around and went and sat down at a free table. She was a bit hungry but she didn't feel like eating. For some reason she just didn't want to, yes the food in the cafeteria didn't taste half bad and she of course wouldn't mind some kind of white breaded sandwich but her mind fought with her stomach telling her just to leave it alone. So she did, the table was not too far away from the line and it was close to everyone else's table so it wasn't like it was in the darkest corner in the room where no one could see them. To everyone's surprise Taran wasn't all black and death, she had some sunshine to her too.

While she waited Taran pulled out her ipod and began playing a game on it. It was just a simple game of solitaire but hey, it worked. She liked the game and she wasn't half bad at it. So why not? At least it would pass some time, and she would enjoy it too. However once she got into the game she had a bad habit of not seeing everything around her, she could hear quite well but if you were quiet enough she wouldn't see you. Unfortunately this causes Taran to get on edge sometimes and has been seen at least once jumping up in the air for absolutely no reason other then a fly flew at her. But hey, we all have our embarrassing moments right?

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Harry seems moderately relieved, as he doesn't really like being late to class. Perhaps he is not strongly academic-based, but he is still a relatively good student, at least going so far as to pay attention and put in effort, which is more than can be said for many of his peers. This means that they still have some time to get breakfast, which is the primary thought on his mind at the moment, as his stomach demands attention with a twisting feeling and a soft rumbling noise which he can't hear, but can certainly feel. Harry and Rose have always been close, and when the term 'always' is used, it isn't lightly. She is his childhood friend, and it is only by some incredibly stroke of luck that they both happened to be demigods and, therefore, were both able to attend this school. Had this not been the case, he probably wouldn't have anyone to comfortably talk to without having to stare at their mouths alone, and he worries that people might have become frustrated with him. This, for the most part, hadn't been the case, of course, but it was still a comfort to have Rose, who had learned sign language alongside him, around.

He looks over at Taran, just catching something about her going to sit down. While she might have been careful to speak slowly, he hadn't been looking at her, unfortunately. Still, he can guess the message, knowing her, and nods smilingly as she walks away. Of course, he and Rose will join Taran shortly, but she looks rather solitary sitting at that table alone and- Is she playing- she is. Solitaire? Harry's stepmother had been a big fan of Solitaire, calling it her calming method, and Harry can recall her cat constantly wandering over and sitting on the cards whenever she was in the middle of the game. Several of the cards seemed to be constantly covered with cat fur, and eventually she just began playing on the table rather than on the living room floor. In response, the cat had gone up onto the table, which presented new issues, especially when people were eating on the table and he would hit them in the face with a long and distinctly fluffy tail.

Harry turns back to Rose and gestures towards the food to let her know that he is going to go ahead and eat now- not much more is necessary to be said. Besides, even if the bell hasn't rung yet, he feels as though it will soon enough, and therefore doesn't want to be too slow-paced about eating. He piles his plate with eggs and bacon, and pours himself a cup of hot water. He doesn't make tea or anything, doesn't even drink it, but he has a habit of drinking hot or warm water instead of the typical cold water. He read somewhere, as a child, that it was healthier for your stomach, and ever since then has kept up the habit. Whether it was true or not, he never really looked into, but even if it weren't he probably wouldn't stop. Old habits die hard, and this one is hardly detrimental to his well-being.

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Adam McKinley


One thing Adam hoped would change when Miles went off his meds was the listless staring. In two weeks it hadn't and was presently making Adam just as uncomfortable as it always had. Miles pensive gaze was impossible to read, he didn't appear to be looking at anything really, more in Adam's general direction than at him and thinking about gods know what. Adam stepped through the door trying his best not to look creeped out and continued slowly down the hall like he hadn't noticed his roommate's distracted stare.

”I was thinking of downloading Perks of Being a Wallflower later tonight. Would you want to watch it?” Miles said halfway down the hall.

Adam had been turned to his roommate as they walked, "Hells yeah! I've been dying to see it since November! I guess I just forgot to look for it online. " He had really wanted to see it in a legitimate form, like pay to watch or own it, but he never managed to catch it in theaters or on DVD.

Like tens of thousands of teens across the country and maybe the world Adam felt a personal connection to only book he'd ever finished in a single weekend. Watching the movie, he felt should be a momentous occasion equal to the momentous feelings that the book had provoked, but watching it with Miles seemed to justify both the illegitimacy and the small viewing party he'd never be able to put together. Miles had to have read the book and felt even more strongly about it, unless he read it after assuming the pharmaceutical regimen.

Now I have something to look forward to for tonight . Which is great because this morning when I was outside sitting by the lake I totally had a 'That's So Raven' moment." He paused so that Miles could be visibly impressed by his improving foresight. "Basically all I could gather is that it's gonna rain and I definitely smelled some popcorn and maybe some fancy beers?" He shrugged his shoulders. That last part was obviously more of a plea more than foresight. Really any part of what he had perceived could've been a completely different night but so far the farthest he'd been able to see was 32 hours into the future.

Of course this instance of foresight was nothing to travel to Delphi for -Adam chuckled at the thought. 'We trekked for weeks to this spot for a weather forecast and snacks?'- but this was exciting ability development. Had Reuben accidentally predicted the weather any time in the recent past? Had Rose had a multi-sensory vision in a while? Hmm? Adam honestly didn't know. He was usually wary to compare himself to his siblings but he was proud of himself and felt like things were going his way.

Today itself was already looking fantastic. Adam had already accomplished a lot down by the lake what with all the future seeing and grass twisting then tonight he would be watching what he hoped would be the greatest movie ever with his roommate, some popcorn and expensive booze. It got even better when they stepped into the cafeteria and bacon was still being served.

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Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Rose Gracey Character Portrait: Harry Cricket Character Portrait: Clarissa "Taran" Morvay Character Portrait: Wesley Taylor Character Portrait: Ekaterina Demidov
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Walking into the cafeteria with Taran and Harry, Rose hummed quietly to herself the reprise of Memory from CATs, a memory in itself since she once sang part of the song. But that was a long time ago. Long before she knew who she was, or why exactly she was so good at hitting every note, or why singing and music in general meant so much to her. Before everything she knew had been ripped to shreds and replaced with something new, something she probably still wasn't even used to.

Grabbing a tray, Rose simply grabbed some toast, a cup of yogurt and a bottle of water. They didn't have much time before class, so she probably shouldn't load up. She could do that at lunch, if she had time. Sitting down next to Harry, she opened up the yogurt, and picked up a piece of the granola on top, popping it into her mouth and looking around. From where she sat she could the majority of the room. Across the hall she spotted what looked like a pretty tense situation playing out between Abby and Wes. After the boy had walked off, Rose raised her hand and gave the girl a look, basically asking if she was ok. She didn't look ok. she looked pissed off, and while Rose knew she probably shouldn't interfere, she wanted to give the girl a choice. Just in case she did want to talk to someone.

Looking over at the clock, Rose realized they had less time then they would have liked to eat. Class would start soon, and Rose didn't want to be late. Not that she was one of those students who were hard-asses about tardiness, but she didn't exactly like walking in alone and having people stare. They might have been demigods, but this was still high school.

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"Екатерина .... выходи. Мы обещаем, мы вам не повредит." Lies. The girl stayed where she was. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily, and making an effort to slow her heart, for fear that they would hear it. Swallowing her fear, she remained silent, praying they wouldn't find her.
"Ну не лежат к девушке .... у вас есть что-то из наших. Мы хотим его обратно. Отдай, и мы могли бы позволить вам жить". There was a second voice. This one, he was a hypocrite. More lies. Here he told his companion not to lie, and then he claimed he might let her live? That wasn't how these people worked. They didn't leave loose ends.

Her grip tightening on the gun in her hand, she moved silently, and raised her arm. Holding her breath, she shot. She hadn't aimed for either of the men. No, she aimed for the ceiling above them. And in their shock, she had her chance. She ran. However, these men were used to the sound of gunshots, so that shock didn't last long.

"Получить ее!"

She ran and ran, never stopping to take a breath, and all the while, she could hear their thudding footsteps behind her. Her mistake was turning right, when she should have turned left. A dead end. Turning, she closed her eyes, and waited for the inevitable.

"Rise and shine sweetheart!"

What?


Her eyes snapping open, Kate acted on instinct and grabbed the source of the voice, flipping the body over and pinning them. "Отстань от меня вы--Emmett?" When she focused, she realized just who it was she was pinning, and then she felt...almost bad. Releasing his wrists, which had been caught in her hands, she jumped up off her bed. She only wore a grey tank top and some black boyshorts, but where most girls would be shy and blush, turning the color of a bruised tomato, Kate didn't have those kinds of mental boundaries. She just didn't care.

"Sorry." She spoke softly. Then, she thought for a minute. "Wait, no I'm not. What the fuck are you doing in my room?!" Reaching out, she punched him in the arm. Not too hard, but enough to hurt.

However, this wasn't the first time Emmett Meade had snuck into her room. Ugh, this boy was trouble. Glancing at the clock on her bedside table, she bit her lip. "Shit." Heaving a sigh, she turned around and walked to her dresser, shuffling through it and practically grabbing the first things she saw.

"You know, I'm pretty sure I keep my door locked for a reason." While she did a good job, she couldn't completely conceal the smirk that played at the edge of her lips. At least he'd woken her up.

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Harry smiles briefly at Rose when she sits down beside him with her own plate of food, but is soon concentrated once more on the eggs and bacon before him, as well as the cup of water that helps him to eat the food far faster than he really should be doing. Still, he can see the clock hanging over the door to the cafeteria from here, and is well aware of the fact that he needs to hurry so that he doesn't show up late to class. His eating is definitely too fast, and he nearly chokes on the bacon at least once, but this is a secondary concern for the hurrying young man.

When he looks over, it is to see that Rose is also looking up at the clock with a vaguely concerned expression- she likely is thinking the same things as he is at the moment. While his friend has never really been the sort to worry too much over tardiness, he knows that she dislikes having to walk in alone when that is the case. Of course, as children, most of their tardiness was at the same time- at least, when they were in the same classes. Because they went to school together, it wasn't uncommon for the two to go to class together as well. Only once middle school started, and therefore the separation of classes, was it less likely for the two to walk into class together with twin sheepish grins. To this day, that remains the case for the classes that they share together. Not to say that they are always late, of course. Both are usually quite punctual students- Harry, at least, prides himself on this much.

Taking a drink of water to rinse down the last of his food, Harry turns to face Rose, gesturing towards the clock that he knows she has already seen by this point. "We should go," he says softly, no more really being required for this simple message. It would be especially bad to be late within the first week of school, wouldn't it? Hardly the best way to keep the teacher in a good mood, even if they'd all had the same teachers for most of their high school careers. Classes don't change much here, it should seem- only the intensity of them. This is to be expected, though, because there probably aren't enough demigod teachers to staff every possible class that the students in attendance here might be inclined to take, right?

Harry stands, taking both Rose's plates and his own, before making the short trip to drop off the trays and back. The plastic trays are far more eco-friendly than the Styrofoam ones they had been using up until two years ago. Harry suspects that the children of Demeter had made a fuss over it or something- in fact, he can vaguely recall signing some sort of petition that was, more likely than not, involved with the movement. He brushes his hands off against his pants, because he'd already thrown the napkins used to wipe off his mouth away, and then makes his way back to Rose.

Let's walk together, he signs to her, standing over the table but not sitting. It's quite obvious that he's in a rush at this point, especially because several students are getting up and leaving, and he suspects that the bell might have rung without him hearing it. Of course, Harry is hardly the sort to simply up and leave without his friend, and on that thought, looks over towards Taran to see her sitting alone. He hadn't noticed that she'd been doing that, actually, having been distracted by a grumbling stomach and an overpowering desire to satisfy the hunger.

Harry waves at Taran from where he is, trying to get her attention without leaving his current spot near Rose. He feels a bit of guilt for letting her go off to sit by herself, and certainly doesn't want her to have to walk to class alone in the case of tardiness- the whole 'only one to walk in late' thing again. Well, tardiness is actually a bit of an epidemic at this school, to be honest, especially among certain crowds. In fact, he can't think of a single class he's had with Paige Harrison in which the girl hadn't either come in late, or already been sleeping by the time he had entered the classroom. She's not alone in this, but the sleeping thing does make her stand out in his mind a bit.

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Taran had been sitting alone playing her card game. Yes. Solitaire. She hadn't even noticed that Rose and Harry hadn't joined her. She didn't even notice the time, until she noticed everyone getting up. She looked up and felt alone, where were her friends? Why hadn't they come to the table she was saving for them. Were they mad at her? Had she done something wrong? Had they just got up and left because she ignored them? Taran didn't know what she had done. She felt alone and cold, uneasy even. Her stomach flip flopped inside and she didn't know what to say.

That's when she saw him, Harry. He was waving to her from across the room almost. Obviously they weren't mad otherwise they would have just left but why hadn't they come to sit with her? Taran knew Harry and Rose were closer to each other then they were with her, and it hurt sometimes but it was something she lived with. Either way though Taran wouldn't get angry at her friends in fact she wouldn't even bother asking why they hadn't come over, when Harry was around Taran hardly bothered to talk at all. She didn't see a point half the time when she spoke to him he wouldn't catch everything and when she tried to sign, well let's just say it either came out gibberish or it took to long to say. So she figured the two would live without her talking. Maybe that's why she didn't feel as close to them as she wants. But, what could she do? It was useless, she was useless. *They won't even know I'm upset. I'll just pretend everything is fine and that I didn't even notice them gone.* Her face would show that she was fine, her body on the other hand didn't know how to play along.

Taran walked over with a polite smile on her face trying to hide her sadness. She wouldn't look either one in their eyes, it was something she was always afraid to do. With Taran if she looked you in the eyes her gaze would be locked there and she would be paralyzed until you looked away from her. She didn't understand why this happened to her, it just did. It also was the only way she could tell your life aura she used to just know by glancing at you but she hated it so she learned to only tell life auras if she actually looked at you. Making it much easier to walk around school without knowing when you'll die.

Remember how I said her body didn't want to play along? Taran began to close up; her arms came into the middle of her body, her legs came close together, she stood perfectly still and lowered her head a bit as she spoke. " Hey guys, so we headed to room 212?" Her voice was soft and slow, a bit quiet but hey remember she is a bit upset. However she did try to keep the smile on her face, even as she turned to face the exit. Soon she would forget about it though. She was good at forgetting, it saved her from having to remember and stay hurt.

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Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Halley McClain Character Portrait: Sage Fitzgerald Character Portrait: Rose Gracey Character Portrait: Saoirse Zuri Marisabel Smyth Character Portrait: Leonard Moreland
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Abby Rae Jarvis


Rage, white hot and paralyzing consumed Abby as Wesley walked smugly away from his unwelcome seat at her table. She hated how easily he got under her skin, and she tried her best to cool the murderous wrath that was currently trying to take hold after Wesley had effectively blackmailed her into being his entertainment for the evening. She’s be willing to bet the prick just wanted to watch Abby squirm out of her element for a couple of hours in a room full of people she had next to nothing in common with. It seemed like the kind of crap Wesley liked to pull. Screwing with people’s heads was his specialty, and she had no doubt this was his aim now. Once he was out of sight, Abby quickly yanked the fork she’d embedded in the table out, setting it down with perhaps more force than necessary, though she’d mostly fought down the urge to throw it at his retreating back like a knife by that point.

Abby had always had a short temper, but lately it had been morphing into something that was less controllably, which was terrifying to think about. Children of Ares didn’t exactly have great track records as far as losing control went, and a part of her was seriously concerned that one of these days she wasn’t going to be able to get a handle on the anger, and someone was going to get hurt in a permanent way. She’d been combating this by upping the ante on her workouts, which oddly helped to calm her in ways nothing else could, and mostly that helped. Abby wasn’t sure what was making her more volatile lately, maybe it was the increased contact with her godly father, or hell, it could be the resent unwanted drama in her personal life, but either way she knew it was something she needed to get a handle on. Even someone as stubborn and rowdy as she was could recognize that losing yourself in a haze of red with the overwhelming desire to hear bone crunch beneath your fist wasn’t healthy.

Abby stood up from her table abruptly, and started heading for the door. She felt more in control of herself when she was moving, and her first class would be starting soon anyway. On her way out the door, Rose caught her eye, her gaze offering an open invitation to talk. Rose was probably the closest thing Abby had to a real friend here, and there was a part of her that wanted nothing more than to turn around and walk over to join her table and talk to her about everything she’d been dealing with lately. But Abby wouldn’t. Rose didn’t deserve to have that kind of crap dropped on her, and while Rose was unquestionably a good listener, Abby wasn’t very good at sharing. So instead she sent Rose a reassuring smile, though she was afraid it probably looked more like a grimace than anything else, and headed towards her locker. Abby didn’t really do homework per say, so she kept most of her school stuff in there. Grabbing her bag and history book (which occasional moonlighted as a pillow during class time), Abby headed toward Mr. Guess’ room. When she entered, she noticed there was already a group of students gathered. Normally, Abby would have headed toward the back corner, but as there already seemed to be a crowd, oddly enough situated around the painfully shy Leonard, she was forced to look elsewhere. She sure as hell wasn’t going to be sitting next to Sybil and Sage, Abby wasn’t in to mood to deal with thinly veiled disapproval or hostility, so she began scanning the room for open seats that would leave her with the least amount of people to deal with. When she spotted Xavier sitting with a very uncomfortable looking Halley, Abby almost groaned. Halley wasn’t anything close to a friend to Abby, but there was something fragile about her that always sent Abby’s protective instincts into overdrive. There was just something about watching Xavier harass her that reminded Abby of a helpless kitten being dunked in a bathtub, and it had her moving before she could think better of it. She dropped her textbook perhaps more loudly than necessary on the desk on the other side of Halley before claiming the seat. She shot Xavier a warning look exuding the vague menacing air that all children of Ares could pull off when they wished to, but refrained from comment.