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Camden Van Trap

"The greatest victory is one which no one realizes has happened until it is too late."

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a character in “The Demi-God Academy”, as played by Miss Nomer

Description

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"If at first you don't succeed, don't bother sticking around."


Introducing

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Full Name:
"I've heard enough Sound of Music jokes to last a life time, thank you."
Camden Van Trap



Nickname:
"My family is not big on nicknames. My peers differ in this."
Most commonly Cam, but he really prefers Camden



Age:
"Still a senior, actually."
Seventeen [17]



Birth Date:
"Just another day. It rained, I think."
March 3rd, 1995


Home Town:
"Near Harvard, where my father teaches."
Cambridge, Massachusetts



Sexuality:
"Mind before matter in all."
Sapiosexual


Being Demi-Gods

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Godly Parent:
"Goddess of Wisdom, Strategy, Crafts, and everything in between. My father probably was startled that she hadn't come to visit him sooner."
Athena, or Minerva in her Roman form


Power:
Unlike the demigod children of such gods as Aphrodite or Zeus, the children of Athena do not have flashy powers that are immediately noticed. They do not flaunt lightning bolts, charmspeak, or photokinesis. However, Camden, and not simply due to his own self-serving bias, believes Athena to be the most dangerous group in the school. Because, unlike most of the other houses, they use the sharpest weapon of them all: the mind. Camden is, in particular, brilliant at quick thinking and seeing opportunities as they lie before him. He can win nearly every argument, because his mind works in a way that the children of Ares or Apollo cannot compare to- with speed. Only his siblings are worth the effort, most of the time, of an actual conversation. Cam's gifts are found more in linguistics and psychology than math or science- he is the debate team captain, makes people crave his approval, sort. He's also pretty good at hand-to-hand combat, but tactics that are able to win without ever necessitating force are his preference. And that is why he is frightening. Because he doesn't need a sword to slice apart friendships and groups. Just his eyes, quick and judging, and a mouth made for war.


Strengths:
Quick-Witted || Tactician || Speaking || Manipulating || Linguistics
[Reading, naturally, helps to sharpen his mind- as a mind needs books like a sword needs a whet stone. He also works best under pressure.]

Weaknesses and Flaws:
Judgmental || Long-Distance Fighting {Terrible Aim} || Arrogant || Can't Cook
[Strangely enough, Camden often falters if he is given an unlimited time source to work with, unless he spends a good amount of time working on it. He needs parameters to work under. Also, regarding debates, he begins to slack if he underestimates the person.]


Sharing Our Desires

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Likes:
Reading || Intelligence || Children of Athena || Usefulness
Confidence || Competency || Like Minds || Psychology
Debate || Linguistics || Winning Arguments || Manipulation
Revenge || Crushing Opponents || Thoroughness
Organization || Certainty || Success || Interesting Personalities
Challenges || Puzzles || Tactics || Strategy Fights || Silent Battles
Resourcefulness || Creativity || Social Interactions || Birds


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Dislikes:
Spiders || Dogs || Shedding Animals || Raccoons || Scavengers
Idiocy || Naivete || Gullibility || Being Called Out On His Flaws
Losing || Failure || Punishment || Undeserved Arrogance || Incompetence
Messiness || Clutter || Carelessness || Recklessness || Lack of Free Will
Fruitless Efforts || Lost Causes || Uncalled For Violence || Brute Force
Poor Grammar || Bad Writing || Editing Other People's Writings
Age-Based Authority || Ares Kids || Being Thought Robotic


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Hobbies:
Debate
[Camden is actually the captain of the Debate team, which does compete against various other schools and, naturally, always wins. He's not the sort of person to get into an argument with, really.]
Observing People
[While he doesn't necessarily like all people, Camden has always found psychology, particularly social psychology, fascinating.]
Reading
[This has already been addressed, really. A mind needs a book as a blade needs a whet stone, and all that.]

Fears:
Mob Mentality || Spiders [Incredibly, Incredibly Severe] || Failing || Isolation [Secretly]

Secrets:
Camden generally tries to keep most of his fears a secret, primarily because he dislikes his weaknesses being known by all. He also hides his habit of being an 'outcome engineer' and manipulating events to observe what comes about them. His largest secret, however, is the fact that he is not actually an unfeeling robot- he experiences love, anger, lust, etc. Finally, the source of most of his behavior is a closely guarded thing indeed: the fact that his father was less than nurturing, and required Camden to constantly prove himself in order to feel any affection at all, even going so far as to punish him, physically and verbally, for less than met expectations.


In-Depth

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{Intelligent, Collected, Arrogant, Judgmental, Manipulative, Charming}
It really is a matter of fact that Camden, son of the goddess of wisdom, should be someone in possession of a sharp enough intellect. And, indeed, he does fit that common mold of children of Athena with a sharp mind that processes things around him far faster than other people are able to. When it comes to Camden specifically, his intelligence is best expressed verbally- not to say bragging, but that his linguistic-verbal intelligence exceeds many of his other intelligences. He has a gift for communication, for choosing the words that will do exactly what he wants them to do, and for effectively reaching his goal with little more than a handful of words and gestures. Possibilities and routes are among his intellectual specialties as well- and they are also what brings about his linguistic intelligence, as he seems always prepared for whatever words might be flung at him. It is very difficult to shock him or beat him in any sort of verbal argument, and even when he is beaten in a physical fight, Camden still seems to be able to say the right things to make the other person feel the weight of loss for the next several hours. Words hold an infinite amount of potential, and Camden is quite adept at tapping into them as a resource for success in life.

Of course, his ability to control every aspect of his language branches out and wraps around his emotions and appearance as well. Camden could easily be described as a collected, cool-headed person, for even in arguments he appears to be deathly calm throughout the whole thing. It is quite the task to get him to exhibit great emotion, though not necessarily one in order to get him to feel emotions in general. See, Camden does have feelings- he's not a robot or a sociopath, contrary to the beliefs of some others. However, he also has a perfected grip on himself in almost all senses. His emotions are under control, his appearance is under control, his grades are under control, and his social interactions are mostly under control. He likes to have a sense of influence over everything around him, and often times the best way to do this is by testing his own limits. Having spent a good portion of his youth lacking an internal locus of control, when he finally did begin to develop a sense of control over his own circumstances, he immediately took it as far as he could- and now, the reputation of a robot is not entirely unfounded. He always seems as cool as a cucumber, after all, and perfectly in control, to a fault.

If Camden inherited anything from his father, it would be his arrogance. Avery Van Trap was never a man to downplay his own intelligence, a known braggart and, typically, introvert. He also wasn't the sort of person who should have been allowed to raise a child, and Camden occasionally reflects, not without bitterness, on the fact that Athena did not think that through quite as much as she perhaps should have. Regardless, Avery passed on, despite constantly insulting and putting his son down, a great amount of confidence to Camden, bordering on arrogance. Camden knows that he is more than competent in that which he pursues [conveniently not pursuing what he isn't good at, labeling it 'wasted effort], and thus has built up a confidence that is, honestly, probably more of a defense mechanism than anything else. Two things might happen when constantly belittled- the more common is having extreme self esteem issues. However, as a son of Athena, Camden was not to be common. So, he instead built up a wall of confidence to protect himself from his father and, by some extension, the possibility of his own failures. This confidence backfires on him, making him quick to judge and be critical of others, just as his father had been. He is incredibly selective with his friends, and can be a very snide sort of individual, because of this. Only those he deems to be among the most intelligence will find themselves in his favorable opinion- i.e., other children of Athena, some children of Hephaestus, and the odd demigod out here and there. Exceptions exist, but usually begrudgingly. He is very quick to judge people, after all, and typically not in a positive light.

For whatever justification one might find for Camden's behavior, the fact stands that he is not always the most upright of people. Rather, he is more than willing to use his mind to get what he wants, much preferring it to having to do the talking with his fists. Many people have said that actions speak louder and words, and Camden would happily agree with this. After all, he'd much rather be the whisper which started a war than the punch that erupted into a little lunch-time brawl. Look at most of the great movements in history, and they were not instigated by physical force, but through politics, ideas, words, and laws. That's the side he'd rather be on- with the pen which is mightier than the sword, of course. So, yes, he can be manipulative. A fascination for psychology prompts him to observe things, and often twist them in favor. He does this by being charming, though- polite, willing to help, whatever seems necessary at the moment. Those who think him to be unfeeling will even hesitate when faced with this side, thinking themselves to have found a deeper level. Never do they realize that they have barely scratched the surface of the walls that Camden has built for himself.

The Past Defines Us

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History:
As a direct result of his father being a Medical Professor at Harvard, Camden grew up just off of the campus in Cambridge, Massachusetts, surrounded by great minds and wealthy ones. His father was not actually a particularly well-liked man, though he did have a few close colleagues, but was a respected one, even his enemies having to begrudgingly admit to the man's brilliance. Avery had been highly sought after to teach, despite not being really cut out for teaching, thanks to great achievements in advancing the world of medicine in his prior career. His accomplishments had done little to minimize his ego, and it was this confidence which gave him the audacity to wonder why Athena, goddess of wisdom, had not noticed him earlier on. Perhaps that's the reason why she was all but completely absent in Camden's life- for dislike of his father. Growing up, Camden was subjected to this mad brilliance which strangers envied and those close to him detested. His father was not a patient man, and certainly not one cut out for the rearing of well-adjusted children. Still, when Camden was brought to him by Athena, he decided that, wanting to be a parent or not, his son would naturally have to be the best child of Athena to walk the earth at the time. These lofty expectations certainly were obvious in his harsh treatment of the child, who came to believe that he had little control over his own life- that his father was the source of all control. And a volatile source of control it was.

It often seemed that Mr. Van Trap did not regard his son as his child so much as his student, but one which he could be more strict with than any other. Camden was punished, often severely, for failing to reach expectations, and was told that if he could not be better than everyone else, he might as well prepare himself for a meaningless and unhappy life. Obviously, this did not help the young child's psyche, and he grew up seeing love as something conditional, and success to be the only thing that really could earn the affections of others. This is why he grew to be who he is today, in fact. Camden worked to surpass others in what he did, craving his father's approval, or at least satisfaction, because it was much superior to the alternatives, which could range from bruises to 'solitary confinement', depending on the mood of Avery at the moment- and his mood was rarely consistent. In this situation, Camden often took turns between feeling abandoned by his mother, and putting her on a pedestal- something greater than his father.

Following his less than nurturing environment in childhood, Camden was visited by his mother, who was irritated by his father's behavior, and immediately arranged for her son to be sent to The Academy. This was the first time he ever met his mom, and, as of yet, has been the only. He grew up accustomed to superiority, sometimes hard-earned sometimes not, and thus was shocked when he reached the school, filled with such a variety of students. At first, he had hoped to feel more at home. Well, hoped perhaps suggests a conscious desire- some little piece of him had longed for it. But he couldn't help but be his father's child, and found himself to be more judgmental than he had realized and, now having control over his own life, more closed in and manipulating than he had thought. It terrified him, this likeness to his father, but he could find no way to change it. Eventually, he simply came to embrace it- perhaps too much.

So begins...

Camden Van Trap's Story

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Time: 8.30am

The weather seems to rest at a comfortable temperature, not too warm or too cold. Curiously, the seasons of the Academy don't seem to relate much to the outside world, in fact it usually seems to be a mild summer day even if snow storms rage outside of it's boundaries. Of course, with a collection of super-powered demi-gods within it's walls the weather and many other aspects of life is always likely to change rapidly.




The Academy's first day of classes is always a more relaxed day for the students. Classes start slightly later than usual at 9.30am (usually classes begin at 8.55am) and end just after midday to allow for the traditional game of Capture the Flag in the afternoon.

However, this early in the morning most students can be found rising from their sleep and preparing for their day. All the students have arrived earlier in the week, giving everyone a chance to catch up on their holidays and make themselves at home again. Of course, the week has also given the students a chance to reopen old wounds, confirming past enmities or on the flip side form new friendships. Of course others have used the free week to get a head start on their studies, start working on an invention or begin to plan pranks. Of particular interest to the party animals would have been the nearby town bar which hosted a party the previous night. Of course leaving the school grounds is prohibited...

Given the vast array of personalities at the Academy, this year promises to be a very interesting one.



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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Rose Smoak Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Camden Van Trap Character Portrait: Adam Hayes
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Camden, hardly the sort to do anything even resembling sleeping in, has in fact been awake for a good amount of time by 8:30am. Of course, he spent most of that time, after getting dressed and showering, and eating as well, reading. To him, reading frequently and expansively is the first step towards a greater mind. Of course, his arrogant streak has him believing that he, if not already a great mind, is incredibly close to this rank. He reads a book that he had found in the school library, The Secret Life Of Pronouns, which, despite sounding a bit like an elementary guide to parts of speech, in fact talks about the significance of speaking techniques and syntax when it comes to reading a person's personality. Subjects like these, in which what may have seemed trivial can in fact be very telltale about a person, have always fascinated him. He likes to get into people's minds, simply put.

Camden might have read all the way up until it was time for him to leave for class, had he not glanced very briefly out the window, only to see Ariel walking past his cabin on the way to the cafeteria. While the son of Athena has already eaten, he has no qualms with visiting the dining hall for a second time if it means a morning interaction with the girl, whose ability to manipulate compares to his, and looks probably only make it easier for her. The student marks his page with an artificial feather and tucks it into a bag, which of course contains papers and a few other books and journals for classes. Just before leaving his room to go and join Ariel, and likely Elinor as well, among others, Camden is distracted for a moment by a bird that swoops by. He has constantly wished, himself, for the ability to fly- certain that he would hardly make the mistake for which Icarus is known. Daedalus, after all, was a son of Athena, most say, or a favorite at least, and he managed to use his wings properly.

Unfortunately, Camden is not much for inventions. Not dwelling on this, he finally leaves the cabin, taking the familiar path towards the dining hall. This is his fourth year of attendance here, and will be his final in the high school program. The young man has actually yet to decide whether he will attend university here, or in a better known school. He has the next semester to decide, fortunately, and isn't the sort to push things off too long, really. There just needs to be something to tip the scale of his decision making.

It soon becomes clear that the boy needn't even enter the cafeteria, as Elinor and Ariel are actually sitting underneath a tree just outside of it. Walking towards them, Camden raises a hand in a brief wave, smiling. "Good morning, Elinor, Ariel," he greets them politely, taking a seat near them. He's not overly concerned about grass stains, really, mostly because he has chosen a spot that appears to be mostly leaves.

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While a very practical girl, Poppy sometimes has the tendency to stay up later than she ought to [usually working on a project] and then sleep in the next day. However, the girl had resolved to be on time for the first official day of school, especially given that it is starting a bit later in than it does on normal days. Thus, the daughter of Hephaestus manages to wake up a bit before 8:30, with the help of at least three alarm clocks- two of which she had made herself a few days ago with the sole intention of making ones that would force her out of bed in the morning. One simply rolls around the room, needing to be caught, and the other creates a lock box around itself as soon it senses a bit of movement- and must be told a joke in order to turn off. If asked how she designed that one, Poppy would likely offer no answer. She had made it on a whim, and the fact that it functions properly is a miracle even to her. The joke has to be a knock knock joke lasting a certain period of time- those are the criteria for the noise to go away, anyway.

Getting ready to leave isn't a huge process for the young woman. Poppy had showered the night before, so she is clean, and she doesn't really put on makeup or spend a long period of time trying to decide what to wear. Rather, the girl simply gets up, braids her hair off to the side, and puts on denim shorts, a black tank top, and an open button down over it. And she wears the same black boots almost every day, and can't be seen without her toolbelt, even when she's not using it. Some people have joked that it's super glued to her hips or something along those lines. Poppy responds only with a grin. By the time Poppy has gotten ready, she can hear the music, which had previously been blaring, click off. Or maybe it had turned off a bit ago, and she has only just noticed. Regardless, that means Rick has already left the dorm. She's joked to him before that he's going to make her go entirely deaf.

The journey to the dining hall is not long. While Poppy's limp can make it difficult to run at times, she does walk at a fairly decent speed. It simply requires a bit more effort on her part, but one would never catch her complaining about her limp. Anyway, she reaches the cafeteria in good time, and spots Rick, with a group of others. Her first instinct, naturally, is to go and sit with him.

So, she does, smiling at her half-brother whilst quietly slipping into a seat at the far right, so that she can hear people in her good ear, "I'm surprised you're not the one a bit deaf, considering how loud you listen to your music." She says this in jest, naturally. Somewhat in the distance, Poppy notices Cyrus and smiles at him, waving hello.

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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Camden Van Trap Character Portrait: Maxiamus Edwin Cale Character Portrait: Amelia Sterling Character Portrait: Simon Chancellor
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It was easy to let time run away with you down at the lake. Amelia found herself idly standing at the end of the dock, her thoughts drifting from the approaching day of classes to the evenings game of Capture the Flag. Eventually, with a growl from her stomach, she snapped out of her daze. It was time for breakfast. Amelia turned and began the walk back to the main buildings. She couldn't help but take her time, enjoying the fresh air and the sound of the wind running through the trees that bordered the lake. Eventually she found herself facing the dorms again. She took a quick look at her watch and decided it would be best to grab her books and bag before heading to the cafeteria.

Amelia pushed open the heavy bronze doors and stepped into her dormitory. Inside the foyer the ceiling was a mixture of clear blue sky and dark grey clouds streaked with lightning. Zeus' statue was still attempting to strike down intruders with the fierce canoe paddle. Amelia gave the statue of her father a small smile before continuing on. She was both glad and frustrated at being greeted with his image every time she entered the dormitory. It reminded her both of the many times her father had been absent from her life and of the pride she felt in being his daughter. Yes, two very contradicting thoughts. It sometimes helped her first thought when she found him carrying some strange object. Not that she would admit as much to the trouble maker who had put it there.

Continuing up to her room Amelia quickly gathered the small collection of books she would need today. As it was the first day and her first class was Power Control, she actually only needed the books for her second period class, Chemistry. Tucking the books under her arm she quickly left her room and made her way back outside. She decided to take a short cut to the cafeteria instead of following the path around the dormitories. Her path led her through a small, well tended garden and around the back of the dorms. As Amelia came in sight of the cafeteria she noticed a small group of students a few steps away sitting under a tree. Amelia immediately recognised Ariel and, as if sensing the sudden animosity in the air, Ariel raised her head. The two made eye contact and before Amelia could leave, Ariel gave her an icy smile while her eyes quickly scanned Amelia's outfit, "You would think that the daughter of the Lord of the Sky would be able to afford better clothes." Ariel sneered, her words clear and easily carrying over to Amelia, "But perhaps she's too busy trying to befriend everyone and sticking her nose in everyone's business to worry about her clothes." .
Amelia was used to Ariel's barbed comments, but that still didn't stop the small flush of anger that appeared. "At least I don't have to resort to manipulation to make friends or to get what I want." Amelia replied. She glanced at the two sitting with Ariel, Elinor and Camden. She wasn't surprised to find either sitting with Ariel. None of them were people that Ameila particularly cared for. Before Ariel could respond Amelia took her leave, wanting to put as much distance between the daughter of Aphrodite and herself as possible.

Entering the cafeteria a moment later Amelia headed for the food, pushing her small interaction with Ariel to the back of her mind. She always hated her run ins with Ariel, mainly because she was never sure what emotions were truly hers and what had been manipulated by Ariel. Taking a deep breath Amelia let herself calm down. She picked out food for breakfast; yoghurt, muesli and bananas, and then turned to face the cafeteria. The first table to catch her eye was Eddie's. Seated around it were people that she was on fairly good terms with, although some of their actions were at times questionable. Amelia was a sociable person, but even she could tell that the table was too crowded already. So, she quickly shifted her attention and fell on a table with only two occupants.
"Hope you don't mind me joining you." Amelia said to Simon and Max as she slid into a seat beside the two, "Things look pretty intense over there." She added, glancing over at Eddie's table again. Alana was in the process of draping herself over Eddie, something that the boy didn't seem too upset about. Amelia spotted Cyrus sitting amongst the group and she smiled over at him, happy to see him in a group rather than by himself.

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Character Portrait: Casey Adams Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Alaska Stacey Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Camden Van Trap Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Kyle Andrews Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Robyn Quinn
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Kyle was sitting in the library, his head stuck in a book. He hadn't been able to fall asleep so he went to the library at 5:30 am and he'd been reading The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald ever since. Kyle was nearing the end of the book but he didn't want to go to class. He'd always hated school and he really wasn't friends with anyone besides Simon and Elinor but Elinor was in high school and Simon... Well he wasn't Elinor. Ever since Kyle had first met Elinor, he'd felt a strong attraction to her. He knew it was wrong because he was 19 and she was only 17 but the age difference made him want her even more.

Finally Kyle finished the book. He closed it and fitted it into it's proper place on the shelf. He knew he should eat but he didn't feel like it. He knew he'd pay for it later but oh well. Kyle made his way out of the Library and looked around. The soon was rising higher into the sky and it was a beautiful day. Kyle didn't know where he was going until he saw Elinor, Camden and Ariel sitting under a tree, eating their lunch..

Kyle walked up and waved at the group. "Hey." he smiled, sitting on the grass next to Elinor and Camden. Kyle fidgeted with his hands. He'd never been a good conversationalist and he didn't know what to talk about. He looked around nervously and bit his lip. "So how is everyone doing this fine morning?" he said. He mentally smacked himself. Way to look cool in front of Elinor.

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"Gorgeous dress, I might have to borrow it sometime."

Elinor glanced up at the sound of Ariel’s voice and grinned approvingly at the girl who was one of her closest friends. It was a definite sign of approval if Ariel thought Elinor’s dress was nice enough to want to borrow. It was well known that the children of Aphrodite were very particular about their appearance, which Elle could definitely identify with. “Mi casa es su casa, although I suppose you can substitute closet for casa.” She answered with a shrug of her slight shoulder as she daintily ate a section of her orange.

“So how did the party go? I skipped out early. Any fistfights, breakups or babies born in the bathroom I should know about?” Elinor asked with an air of exaggerated drama, she could only hope that something interesting would happen around here and it’d probably be just her luck that she’d miss out on it. So instead of waiting around for something, anything to happen, she went out and made it happen on her own. Excitement was a commodity that she traded highly in.

Catching sight of Camden she smiled and waved in greeting, happy to be surrounded by people she enjoyed. Elinor always preferred the company of others to being alone and Camden and Ariel were like minded people so it made sense that they would gravitate towards each other. Speaking of people she gravitated towards, here was one that repelled her. The tiny troublemaker watched as Amelia appeared apparently on her way to the cafeteria. She wondered if the daughter of Zeus had even cracked a smile at her father’s likeness prepared for a day on the lake.

A sly smile spread across the blonde’s face as she listened to her friend mock Amelia. While Elinor didn’t care for Amelia, Ariel detested her. It was actually quite entertaining. Listening to Amelia self-righteously denounce Ariel’s nature as “manipulative” Elinor laughed loudly in spite of herself and clamped a hand over her own mouth, blue eyes full of mirth. “She says that as if it’s bad. Poor thing.” Elinor reflected pityingly while shaking her head as she dropped her hand back to her lap. “All those pesky morals equate to a giant stick up her...Hey, Kyle.“

Cutting herself off, Elinor put Amelia out of her mind and flashed the new arrival one of her winning smiles. She’d only recently met Kyle as he was fairly new, and therefore quite an interested subject for the youngest daughter of Hermes. Elle, ever the observer took note of his fidgeting hands and bitten lip and felt a bolt of attraction, similar to the shock the statue had given her earlier but a lot less painful. Tossing her golden hair over one of her bare shoulders Elinor lifted her hand to her mouth and absently sucked the sweet stickiness of the orange from the tip of her thumb before answering Kyle.

“Perfectly perfect. I think we were just talking about the party last night.” Elinor replied, glancing from Ariel to Camden, deciding not to mention the little interlude with Amelia. Much to Elle’s surprise people actually liked the girl. Shifting slightly she turned towards Kyle as if she were fixing her whole attention upon him. “I didn’t see you around, better things to do?” A feline grin spreading across her face, letting him know she was only teasing.

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Image“I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.” In the loneliness of his room he read the words allowed with a smirk before shutting the book and setting it down. Moby-Dick; or, The Whale was undoubtedly one of his favorite books for one reason: it teaches that revenge only hurts you in the end. He finds it funny how the captain tried so hard to hurt a creature, something not even conscious of its actions.

Though the book was good he was done thinking about it for now, it was time to start a new school day, time to get ready for his studies, and time to leave his room. Leslie had been up for hours, he had gotten ready early, finished early, and could just simply just leave the way he was. In his own opinion he looked nice in his black tux and combed over bangs, his opinion was the only one that truly mattered though.

Leslie had never been asleep. It wasn't from nerves or excitement that school was beginning to start again, it was just because he hadn't taken his medication, it seemed that it had just slipped his mind. He had been studying a lot lately, reading, and exercising so much lately that he didn't even remember to take it, he didn't even remember to eat; he never ate often anyways. Even though he hadn't slept he really wasn't tired, maybe because he was use to the nights he hadn't slept as a kid. Regardless the fact of him sleeping or not it didn't seem to show to show much, it didn't affect the way he acted in the slightest. The only clue that he was lacking sleep was the faint blue and purple tints under his eyes, they may have been faint, but they still lingered their with discoloration. At one point they had been puffy, but holding a warm paper towel to them quickly took the bumps away. Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunk Christian. Though the quote from the book near him didn't really fit his situation it still rang through his brain as he picked it up and placed it away into a drawer.

Hearing chatter outside his door reminded him that other people were awake now and he could leave his room without disturbing others. Breakfast. The thought made him sick, he hated food so much to the point that he almost throw up every time he smelled it. He had problems with food, which he kept to himself. Moving to the door he opened it, knowing he would head down near the dining hall and having to smell such horrible aromas.

Walking outside he stopped in his tracks when he had her a girl speak, "At least I don't have to resort to manipulation to make friends or to get what I want." “She says that as if it’s bad. Poor thing.” As he watched Amelia walk away he kind of cast a rather emotionless stare towards Elinor, "Perhaps because it is a bad thing." Taking steps closer to the group he looked over them, only seeing one he could stomach, his best friend. Seeing him he mustered up a faction of a smile. "Good morning, Camden." Glancing around the rest of the group he would have frowned if they were worth the facial strain. "Always surrounding yourself with these people." His voice took on a softer tone as he took a seat next to his friend. As he sat next to Camden someone had opened up the cafeteria door, causing the smell of food trail it's way to Leslie. He could have gagged, he almost did, but he was able to subside the wave of sickly feelings that were now flowing his way. "Why do you sit so close to the dining hall?" Moving would have been the best answer for him, he wouldn't do it though, he could control his discomfort as long as he needed to.

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"Morning," Gwen announced, softly, curled on top of her bed's covers. She peered through the curtains of the Hades dorm, at the sunlight struggling to pierce through the heavy, velveteen cloth, and lifted a hand to drag them back. The ghosts that tended to haunt her at sun-down had been particularly nasty last night, moaning stories of death by drowning, fire, murder, poison, and asking her for a second chance at life--as if she could actually give such a thing. She hadn't slept at all and their cold, barely-there fingers and her sleeplessness had left her with a dull, cold ache that seemed to emanate from deep within her bones, accompanying the more natural, throbbing ache of her muscles from her dancing at last night's party.

Gwen moved to stand, swinging one leg after the other off the bed. Her bare foot brushed momentarily against the smooth, icy marble floor, before encountering something sharp that pricked at her toe. She frowned and bent down to examine the pointy, metallic object. Her frown only deepened when she recognized it as an earring, delicately crafted out of fine gold wire and bent into the shape of a heart in order to frame and hold a similarly-shaped rose-colored gem. She sighed. It most likely belonged to one of the daughters of Aphrodite. Most of her fellow demigods knew not to leave stray bits of jewelry or metalwork out anymore, but it seemed that a certain daughter of Aphrodite had left her jewelry-box open this morning. A quick look under her bed revealed another gold earring, completing the set, and a fine layer of metallic dust that might've escaped from the academy's forge. Gwen had arrived at the Academy a week prior to the first day of class and, already, bits of metal close to the earth's surface had begun to crop up in the surrounding area, easily found by shifting thin layers of soil aside. The sons and daughters of Hephaestus were probably ecstatic.

Gwen set both earrings on her dresser table and entered the bathroom for a warm shower. After returning from it, she exchanged the simple dress she'd worn to last night's party for a white lace sweater and capris. She slipped the earrings into the pants' side-pocket, planning on returning them to their owner, retrieved her bag from the corner of the room, and stepped out into the hall of the Hades dorm.

The dorm was already completely vacant: her half-siblings all seemed to be early risers, waking and slipping away at dusk. She felt a mixture of disappointment and relief at this. Some of her half-siblings were more than a little annoying, what with their constant attempts at provoking her, but others were rather comforting, offering her a sense of connection and quiet companionship. She stepped through the hallway quickly. The Hades dorm, unlike the other dorms, always seemed to give off an air of oppression to Gwen. The place was made out of cold, dark marble and filled with looming shadows and illusions of gems and bones and, while pranks were constantly played on the other dorms' statues, no one ever dared to take Hades's dident or Helm of Darkness. She skirted around her father's statue, throwing it a lingering, dark stare full of deep dislike and blame before exiting the dorm.

Possibly because of her fatigue, the walk to the cafeteria was longer than she remembered. Her limbs felt heavy and drowsy and she wondered if she could possibly forgo breakfast and simply get a cup of tea or coffee before going to find a nice place to nap instead. Spotting Ariel sitting with Camden and Elinor underneath a tree, Gwen made the unpleasant observation that the gold jewelry Ariel wore bore a heavy resemblance to the set of earrings in her pocket. Camden and Ariel were a well-matched duo, as far as Gwen could tell. Both were far too manipulative for her liking and she avoided both as often as possible. Her mouth formed a straight-lined grimace in distaste at her predicament, and, without much ceremony, she brought out the earrings and walked up to Ariel.

"Yours?" Gwen asked, arching an eyebrow in question.

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Poppy smiled back at Rosie, and nodded, still smiling, towards Eddie, returning the two students' brief greetings. She isn't particularly close to them, acquaintances more like, but the two strike her as nice enough, and she has no problem with greeting them, naturally. Besides, she is semi-distracted by scooting to the side to let Cyrus into the table. The girl is glad he's joining them- the son of Athena sits alone often, she observes, and it would do him some good to be drawn as far away from his evil half-brother, Camden, as possible.

Alana then proceeds to take the attention of the table, rather typical of a daughter of Aphrodite, and Poppy looks away in a semi-awkward manner. She has no problem with Alana's forwardness, of course, but there seems to be this slick aspect to it that she doesn't mesh well with. Alana is Rick's friend, perhaps, but not Poppy's, really. Of course, Rick proceeds to break into a fit of laughter over the white splotch that had been on Alana's shorts. The two half-siblings are similar, perhaps, in the way that they laugh. In this case, Poppy merely smiles a bit, not finding it quite as funny as Rick, though still relatively amusing.

When Jason walks over and hands Alana a box, Poppy eyes it curiously. It's certainly familiar, and she can place it as having been in the cabin forge at some point. Of course, she had never asked about it, and therefore doesn't know its purpose. The glint in Jason's eye can give her a couple of pretty decent guesses, however. Maybe a stink bomb, a rat, something that reaches out and chops off someone's hair- the possibilities are nearly endless, if it had been a collaboration between Rick and the Brooks twins, which Poppy suspects it was.

The daughter of Hephaestus remains content to watch everything in silence, though she can't help but give Cyrus a curious look when he mentions Jordan to Alana. It's something she's sort of noticed, but not being close with the Brooks or Alana, hasn't really cared to become involved with. In fact, she's somewhat surprised that Cyrus is choosing to make any sort of intervention regarding it. She's friendly with him, but perhaps doesn't know him well enough to make such predictions regarding his behavior. And, anyway, Poppy works better at figuring out machines than people. "Class is starting soon, isn't it?" she observes, voice at a normal volume. She may not be particularly loquacious, but nor is she soft-spoken.


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Fairly soon after his arrival to the group, Amelia, aka Miss "Holier than thou" passes by. Ariel doesn't miss the chance to make a snide comment, which is to be expected given the hardly subtle hostility that always crackles between the two of them. Amelia's retort is, of course, somewhat pathetic to all who witness it- which would mean Ariel's friends, of course, making the group a bit biased. Camden raises an eyebrow, agreeing with Elinor's observations about what can only be called Naivete on Amelia's part. "She's just a bundle of joy in the morning," he adds, sarcasm clearly signalling agreement with Elinor's remarks. The daughter of Zeus is undeniably powerful, and competent, but there is this naive aspect to her which Camden rather dislikes. This sense of self-righteous moral superiority, or something along those lines. It's just irritating, really- and that's coming from Camden, perhaps the most arrogant child of Athena, an infamously proud goddess.

The group is added to by the arrival of Kyle, the son of Demeter with a rather obvious crush on Elinor, despite the fact that their age gap leads to them not attending the same school divisions. Honestly, Camden finds Kyle a bit annoying, and the fact that plenty of people have labeled him as creepy does little to help this negative opinion of the seemingly introverted boy. Something about him just screams would-be-stalker, and Camden, naturally, looks down upon the boy. Still, he doesn't say anything. Not explicitly, enough. A brief look of disdain sends clear enough a message. He really doesn't understand what Elinor, a perfectly intelligent girl by all means, sees in the awkward, fidgeting thing.

He is happily distracted by Leslie who, despite having much stricter morals and clear dislike for most of Camden's other friends, is the son of Athena's closest friend. He is, in fact, the only one who has heard even a whisper about Camden's life outside of the academy- certainly the only to know anything about his mildly abusive father, who makes Camden seem like a humble little lamb in comparison.

"Morning, Leslie. How uncharacteristically judgmental of you," Camden shoots back teasingly. The two are equally proud, and nearly as equal regarding their tendency to judge other people. He watches as Leslie sits beside him, noting the fact that his expression seems strained. He can guess why, and is quickly confirmed when Leslie mutters something about sitting so close to the Dining Hall. "We can move, if you like. Class'll be starting soon, anyway," Camden responds, standing up. Leslie is perhaps the only person he cares about enough to be willing to move for the sake of.

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Eddie had to say that he appreciated Alana's way of dealing with a little *ahem* chicken shit. Instead of getting into a huff, she leaned down and changed from her spoiled shorts to a skirt. "Hey Eddie, don't you think my body looks great in this?" Alana asked, casting a flirty look towards Eddie. Eddie nodded, he wasn't about to deny that.
"Best legs in the school." He replied with a grin and a wink, enjoying the way that Lana was looking at him. He always enjoyed flirting with the Daughter of Aphrodite.
"So I feel we should do something naughty. I want to start this year with a boom. A hot, fun, naughty boom. And you two." Alana said. Eddie raised an eyebrow, wondering what she had in mind. His eyes followed the blonde and she got up and walked over to Eddie, draping her arms down his shoulders. No doubt about it, this was the life. Eddie felt a pleased smile appear on his face, no doubt he looked like some love struck teen, but that was the effect Alana usually had on people. "Or we could just have a hot fun party and save the naughty for a private party later." She breathed into her ear. untangling herself from Eddie, Alana then proceeded to hug Rose before ordering the Dionysus siblings to get to making a party.

It was as Eddie was opening his mouth to reply that Jason popped over, greeting the table as he gave Alana a box and warned her not to open it right then. It was a curious gift, but Eddie shrugged, surely people gave Alana gifts all the time. He once again prepared to reply to his friends when again Eddie's attention was drawn away from Alana, this time to Cyrus who had quietly sat down with the group, or at least Eddie had to assume so. He hadn't actually noticed Athena's son until Cyrus had spoken up. Then again he had a perfectly good excuse given that his attention had been held by Alana. "Alana... I know this is the way you are, but Jordan has a huge crush on you. You are in the position to break his heart in a million pieces. So, don't toy with him,"
Eddie glanced from Alana to Cyrus and then over towards the Apollo twins with a questioning glance. From Eddie's perspective his and Alana's flirting was rather innocent flirting. He had hardly been offended when Alana placed herself on Jordan's lap, but perhaps Jordan's feelings were more than his own. His own took more of a friendly inclination, although he never missed an opportunity to playfully flirt with her. It was as he was thinking these thoughts that Poppy spoke, reminding the table that classes would be starting soon. Eddie nodded, "Yeah, and unfortunately I promised Amelia that I'd attend class today." Eddie said, aiming his words at Alana, "Might have to postpone being naughty until after class." He added giving Alana a wink.





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As Amelia sat at the table she was greeting with warm welcomes from Max and Simon. Simon grinning and indicating an empty seat.
"Of course not... I hadn't even noticed, I was completely captivated by Simon." Max replied, glancing momentarily at the louder group before back at Simon. Amelia hid a smile at his words and obvious affected for the other boy by taking a bite of food.
“Some might call it intense, others lunacy, but you have to admit they’re quite entertaining. They even have their own livestock, and which of us can say that?” Simon added, even chuckling as he glanced over to the other table.
"Undeniably the most entertaining thing I've seen this morning." Amelia agreed, raising an eyebrow as Alana's request for some 'naughty fun' drifted across the room. Amelia may have been on friendly terms with Alana (rather a surprise given Amelia's enmity with Alana's sister), but that didn't mean that she agreed with everything that the girl did or said. Of course, she doubted Eddie would mind Alana's forwardness or request for fun. Stifling a laugh Amelia turned her attention back to her own table.

"Are you both looking forward to classes?" She asked, knowing that both Max and Simon were in the university division of the Academy with her. "I think we have Power Control first." She added. Amelia rather enjoyed Power training. For one thing it took place at the training fields, which being outside were a lot more enjoyable to the indoor classrooms. She also liked that here the students were free to use their powers. While she might not be allowed to call up huge storms, she was allowed to create lightning without fear of being reprimanded for it. Besides, it would be a good warm up for when the played Capture the Flag later. Amelia glanced up at the large analogue clock that hung in the cafeteria, checking the time. Classes weren't far off starting, she should have time to finish eating and then she would make her way to the training zone.




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It was only shortly after Ariel had joined Elinor under the tree that Camden joined them, greeting the two girls with a wave and smile, "Good morning Elinor, Ariel."
"Morning Cam." Ariel replied, gifting him with one of her more genuine smiles. It wasn't long after Cam's arrival that Amelia wondered past the group. Ariel couldn't help but make some comment about the girl, the two had been at each other's throats since Ariel's first week after all. Luckily, Ariel felt especially secure at the moment considering she was surrounded by friends who didn't have a particular fondness for Amelia either. “She says that as if it’s bad. Poor thing.” Elinor said, responding to Amelia's remark about manipulation, “All those pesky morals equate to a giant stick up her...Hey, Kyle.“ Ariel smirked at Elinor's agreement before nodding a greeting at Kyle. The two were on friendly terms, but Ariel knew that Kyle was someone easily manipulated so friendly only went so far as she could use him.
"She's just a bundle of joy in the morning," Camden added, his statement thick with sarcasm.

However not everyone seemed to agree with their sentiments. An unwelcome voice chimed in a moment later, "Perhaps because it is a bad thing." . Ariel frowned slightly as Leslie joined the small group, he was hardly her favourite person and in fact he only seemed to be on friendly terms with one of their party, Camden. Indeed, Camden was the only one he greeted or even acknowledged after his first sentence. "Good morning, Camden... Always surrounding yourself with these people."
Ariel's eyebrows shot up at that, "And yet you still take a seat with us, uninvited I might add." Ariel replied to the boy, even if Leslie's words weren't meant for her. She had to question him somewhat, why would he sit with them if he despised most of those there?

However Ariel was saved from having to consider Leslie for any longer by the sudden appearance of his half-sister. The quiet girl was holding out a pair of heavy gold earrings, "Yours?" . Ariel glanced from the earrings, which she immediately recognised as her own, to the girl holding them out for her. "Still can't control your power, can you?" Ariel said, her tone falsely sweet and caring. She even favoured Gwen with a small smile as she took her earrings back, "Or have you taken up thievery?" Her smile changed from friendly to a sneer and her voice took on a biting tone. Of course, Ariel knew of Gwen's powers and knew it had probably been them that dragged her earrings from her jewellery box, but that was hardly the point. Ariel usually either completely ignored Gwen, or simply cast judgemental looks at her. She rarely went out of her way to harass the girl, only now doing so because Gwen was there. Indeed, Ariel didn't even attempt to use her powers to intimidate Gwen, what was the point when Ariel simply didn't care?

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Jason grabs his glasses, taking his contacts out gently and replacing them in their case carefully. He would have to wear them tonight for capture the flag, but why worry about that now when that wasn't until later? Jason looked at himself in the mirror, his glasses sitting on his nose and appearing slightly larger than his eyes. The black frames looked almost brown when compared to his messy hair making Jason smile. He grabbed the notebooks that he and his brother used for English as well as their bows and quivers, swinging them over his shoulder. They'd have weapons training after English, might as well just take the weapons with them. It wasn't as if the teacher didn't have a weapon too.

As Jason walked back outside towards the cafeteria to dump Jordan's stuff off, he rubbed his eyes. They still felt uncomfortable and irritated from the stupid contacts. If only it was Jordan who had the issue with it. Jason could have fixed the pain and neither of them would have a problem with it. Jordan was probably ticked that Jason wasn't feeling better even with his glasses. As he turned around the corner, he spotted a group of his least favorite people. Possibly on the planet. Great. Jason didn't recognize who Ariel was taunting, but he knew for sure that they didn't deserve to be accused of stealing.

Moving forward, Jason stops right behind the girl, recognizing the white hair but knowing it was already too late to turn around and say nothing. It already looked awkward enough and if he didn't speak, it would be just downright awkward. "Hey, Ariel, come on. Grow up, nobody deserves to be accused of something," Jason says, rather annoyed that the miss. priss was acting in such a manor. Sure, Jason wasn't always extremely nice either, examples being with Alana, but at least he didn't insult people unless they deserve it, examples being Ariel.

Jason looks at Camden and was about to make a comment before shaking his head, not even sure what to say. "You know it's not something Gwen controls so you might as well not bother being a total, excuse me, but b*tch," Jason says with a smile that wasn't really happy so match as annoyed.

He didn't know why he hadn't just walked by, didn't pause, ignored people he didn't have anything to do with. Then remembered that he had a sort of buzz after messing with Alana and probably was willing to try and make things even more exciting for him and step in. What an idiot he could be. Jason wasn't upset he stood up for Gwen, but he wanted t get out of there as fast as possible. Gwen wasn't bad necessarily, but they didn't have anything in common, and she was a daughter of Hades... Something that Jason couldn't stand considering what had happened once in his past, something that Jordan and he never spoke of for fear that someone would hear, would accuse them, would hate them.




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"Just another morning at demigod academy."





Cyrus frowned slightly as Alana seemed to ignore his comment. At least Eddie had reacted, though he seemed more confused by it than anything. He couldn't guess what he was thinking, but he probably wouldn't refrain from flirting with Alana with Jordan in the room. At Poppy's mention of classes, he nodded in agreement. He would rather not be at the table should Alana open up the box Jason gave him.
Whatever it was, Cyrus did not imagine for a moment that it would be pleasant. If he had to guess, it was meant to be a message for Alana to stay away from his brother. Cyrus couldn't fault Jason with trying to protect his twin, though he wasn't sure if Alana would see it as anything other than Jason pranking her for no reason.

"Let's go... Perhaps we should go remind the others," Cyrus noted, watching as Amelia sat next to Simon and Max. He rather liked Simon. The son of Hades was an interesting person once one got to know him and Max seemed decent enough. However, he frowned when he caught sight of Ariel speaking with Gwen. Judging from her body language, Gwen didn't look to be enjoying the conversation.

"I hope you improved your powers over the summer, Rose," Cy stated, smiling slightly at his friend. She truly lit up whatever room she was in. Simon was lucky that he held her affections. He turned quickly, hoping Alana did not sense any remnants of his old crush on Rose. He did not need to deal with that. Particularly, he noted, when he noticed he had a small attraction towards many of his peers, which was quite silly and not something he needed anyone knowing.

He stood up and walked towards Gwen, giving Ariel a polite smile and nodding at his brother before turning to the Gwen, "Good morning, Gwen. I was just looking for you. I'd like your help in finding an old harddrive I need to bring into class today. As you may or may not know, it is partly made of silver like many other electronics so it should be quite easy for you."

It was an obvious lie, but it was an excuse for Gwen to leave the others. It was a pity Gwen did not have Power classes with him. Her powers would be fascinating to compare and contrast with Simon's.

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Gwen's response to Ariel's taunt, like her response to many things in life, had been silence. This, right here, was the main reason why she disliked people like Ariel. Manipulative, prone to casting their words about like a careless whip that stung wherever it landed, taking joy when what they said succeeded in brushing up against an old wound. She had encountered too many people like Ariel in her seventeen years of life--her own family was full of them. And, if you deigned to parley with them and join in in their puppeteer games, you were either victim or perpetrator of yet another manipulation, inflictor of yet another wound. Her encounters with such people had left her weary and wordless.
So, Gwen kept her silence. The only way to avoid participating in a word-game was to not have words at all.
Of course, in Gwen's case, she didn't need words to express herself. Her face, as always, gave it away too easily. The look in her dark eyes was that of a person recoiling backwards, building up walls. The firm line that her mouth formed was a little tenser. And she could hear the earth's hum, a little louder than usual and also tenser, like a reverberating note emerging from a bass string, pulled taut and almost ready to snap. The ground seemed to shift and creak impatiently underneath her feet, ready to give way. If Ambrose, her ancestral ghost and nightly visitor, were here, he would have clamored at this and urged her on with frantic whispers in her ear. He would've told her to let go of the taut string, to let it snap and bring whatever destruction it may. However, she would not do so. Such a taunt was painful, yes, but she could bear it. She would bear it. She refused to give Ariel the satisfaction of proving her right, of proving that she wasn't able to control her powers.

She straightened herself slowly, carefully, and eased the taut string that was her power back. Silence. Calm. Peace. It was what she craved-needed-above all else right now. She shook her head slowly, staring at Ariel.

"Don't-" was all Gwen had a chance to state before she heard a voice behind her. She turned and eyed Jason in surprise, one eyebrow raised rather quizzically at his behavior. The son of Apollo and his twin brother usually didn't seem to be very fond of the children of Hades: they were constantly attempting to dodge her, always leaving a large space between where they were and where she was whenever they were confined to the same room for class. She had a vague idea that it had something to do with her father himself, considering that they seemed to be generally friendly and humorous people. She wondered to herself whether or not clarifying that Hades was god of the dead, who merely judged and ruled over those who were already deceased, and not the god of death itself would help matters.

Gwen was jolted from her thoughts by Cyrus's arrival. She listened to his request, her mouth quirking up on a little in amusement, fully aware of the all-too-obvious actual purpose behind it. She gave him a gentle push, calling him out on his true motive and displaying her slight annoyance at having to receive so much help. Still, at such a time, she couldn't help also being glad for it: it meant that she wasn't entirely alone. "Hmm...time for a quick coffee?" she asked him, heading back towards the path leading to the cafeteria.

She paused for a moment and turned back. "Thank you," she said, addressing both Jason and Cyrus. The tension had finally seemed to fade out of her body, leaving her to listen to the steady, calmer hum of the earth and enjoy the warmth of the sun on her skin. Gwen smiled at them, warmly, suddenly, as she always did.

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Kyle smiled. "Thats great." he murmured. Kyle glanced around anxiously. He'd never gotten used to being around more than 1 person at a time. Never had he talked as a group, unless you counted class. "I had no interest attending the party." Kyle sighed, answering her question. To tell the truth, Kyle had never attended a party. Kyle watched as another figure approached the group. Upon closer inspection, he discovered it was Leslie. Kyle was distracted, looking around, when he heard Leslie say what sounded like an insult. "Always surrounding yourself with these people." he said. His tone was soft but something in his expression noted disgust, as if they weren't worth his time. "Leslie... Always a pleasure to see you." Kyle managed a fake smile of pleasure. He smiled at Ariel who shot a remark back at Leslie.

Next Kyle watched as Gwen Whitney walked up. She was talking to Ariel about a pair of earrings. He glanced at them and felt a pang of discomfort. He was just thinking how Demeter would love those. No, he hated her. She was never there for him so he would never think of her. But it was hard because Kyle found himself thinking about her and what she would do if she was actually in his life. Never in all of his nineteen years of life did he even meet her or talk to her. All he had was vague descriptions of her and his imagination.

Kyle looked up to see Jason standing behind Ariel. He eyed them closely before glancing away. All this company was making him feel uncomfortable. As more and more people came to visit, Kyle found it unbearable and adding to his headache this morning. "Elinor I'll see you later." he said, standing up and grabbing his bag, walking away briskly. He knew how most of them felt about him. They thought he was creepy, dumb, antisocial (which I guess was true) and generally Kyle wasn't liked very much. He knew they'd be happy to see him leave so the sooner the better, right?

Kyle found himself slightly chilly this morning. He wrapped himself in his arms and found himself walking to the large field. Out in the open, surrounded by nature, was one of the only places Kyle could find a sense of calm. When Kyle was younger, he'd spend hours in the field on his farm, trying to escape reality. You could never rely on friends to listen, but nature was there. He'd spill his thoughts all the time out there. He found a spot in the field and sat down. The grass was a bit damp here from the morning dew but he didn't mind. Kyle looked around. He could heart talking in the distance but it was a whisper to him here. Kyle let out a sigh when he remembered he'd forgotten to take his depression pills. He searched his bag and grabbed the container of pills but it was empty. Kyle held his head in his hands. He'd gone through days without having them before but it really affected his mood so he'd need them sooner or later.




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Alaska rolled over in bed. Her eyes glanced at the clock and she nearly jumped out of bed. She'd woken up a lot later than she had planned. She didn't want to be late for the first day of senior year. Alaska slid out of bed and threw on her outfit for the day. She then went to work in front of her mirror, curling her eyelashes and applying a layer of mascara. She put on a coral lipstick and did a dark brown eyeshadow to compliment her eyes. she put on a bit of blush and she smiled. She wanted to impress Jason Brooks. Boy did she have a crush on him. Not only was he cute, he played the guitar too!

Alaska threw on a leather jacket and slipped on her favourite pair of Doc Martens. She'd have to be quick if she were going to make it to the cafeteria and get some breakfast. People would be in the middle of eating or finishing their breakfast by now. Alaska left the dorm and walked briskly to the Cafeteria. She saw some people gathered by the Cafeteria under a tree. She'd join them after she was done getting breakfast. She noticed a couple people... Camden, Ariel and Jordan. Alaska ducked into the Cafeteria and reappeared outside 5 minutes later with an Apple, a Yogurt, a Granola bar and a Bottle of Water.

She walked over to the group, trying to be quiet. She didn't know why but she wanted to surprise them. "Hey guys." she said, taking a bite out of her apple. She swallowed and continued, "How are you guys?" she asked.

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Time: 9.45am

Classes have started for the students.
The University students are currently in Power Control situated in the training courts.
The high school students are in either English or Maths class.




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The class had started 15 minutes ago. The teacher, one Mr Frank Solomon, had first greeted the returning students warmly, obviously pleased to find the majority alive and relatively sane. His instructions had then been to enjoy the first day of classes. He had given them several options, each designed to help them get out of their holiday funk and get back into the swing of things. Set up at the further end of the training courts was a collection of targets and dummies, ranging in shapes and sizes. Some were stationary and some would move when in play. All offered a good place for students who wished to exercise control and train their precision with their powers. Closer to him, where he could watch and make sure that nobody went overboard, were the sparring areas. These were places where students could have mock fights against each other, using their powers to defeat their opponents. Of course, actually hurting anyone was against the rules, hence why Mr Solomon was hovering nearby. As usual for those not inclined to fighting, tables had been erected to the side to allow students, usually Athena and Hephaestus' children, to but their brains to the test. In between each area other students had come up with their own lesson plan, each stretching out their powers in their own way.

Amelia had been inclined to head down to the set up of dummies. There she, and the other students who had picked the moving targets, were busy decimating the Academy's population of stuffed targets. With a grin Amelia sent another sizzling bolt of lightning flying towards the dummy, reducing it to a smouldering heap of ash in seconds. Her hands were buzzing with miniature lightning bolts, the air around her seemed to be giving off a slightly static vibe and she couldn't help but smile. She sighted down the range again, threw her hands up in front of her and sent a flurry of lightning bolts flying towards a target set up halfway down the range. It exploded in an eruption of smoke and Amelia turned her attention to the next target. This one popped out of the ground on her left side, moving forward on it's mechanism. It was shaped like a mythical hall hound and ran low to the ground. Even so it didn't stand a chance as Amelia sent another bolt of lightning flying at it.

She took a step back from the moving targets, both to let her peers have a go and to catch her breath. Power control was undoubtedly one of Amelia's favourite classes. Where else was she able to use her gift without the fear of hurting another person? After all, lightning wasn't exactly the most pleasant thing to be hit with. She loved the feeling of it's power racing through her and had to resist going overboard. As she caught her breath, Amelia glanced around the courts. She spotted Eddie lounging on the sidelines and couldn't help but shake her head. She knew that his powers weren't really the active, fighting type. They were dangerous in their own way, or they could be if he trained them, but she understood his fear about losing control of them. Insanity wasn't something easy to control. But, he'd never learn how to if he simply sat and did nothing. With a shrug Amelia turned her attention back to the targets.




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Ariel sat at the back of the Maths class, choosing to block out most of what Miss Francis, the teacher, was saying. Class was really not her thing. She would much rather be out socialising, or attending VIP events. Sitting here was not her idea of a good time. So instead of tuning into the lesson Ariel was staring at her nails, tapping each finger nail with her opposite hand and changing the colour with her powers. She had always been glad that her power over make-up extended to her nails. It meant that she always had the perfect nail colour and didn't have to spend money on the actual polish, not that money had ever been a problem for her. Ariel had just settled on a pastel green for one hand when she was jolted from her thoughts.

"Miss Lee, are you paying attention?" The teacher, Miss Francis asked across the silent room. Ariel glanced up from her hands to find Miss Francis staring at her, her arms folded across her chest and her own unpainted nails tapping quietly against her opposite arm. Ariel felt no fear towards the teacher. How could she when the woman was wearing a hideous floral dress matched with a pair of last seasons sandals? "No Miss. I was doing my nails." Ariel replied, smiling serenely at the woman. Miss Francis stared at Ariel, not quite sure how to react to the girl. It was obvious that she had never had Ariel as a student, or she would have let the comment go. As it was Miss Francis was willing to give Ariel a chance. She cleared her throat and pointed to a particular problem on the board, "Please Miss Lee, what is the answer to this problem?" Ariel cast a lazy look at the board. There was no way she could answer that. So instead she called on her favourite weapon, her powers. Subtly was the answer and Ariel had mastered that long ago. It was slightly harder at the Academy given that here powers were common place, but that didn't make it impossible. "I don't know Miss." Ariel replied clearly, giving Miss Francis her best smile. Then, with a mental push she thrust a collection of emotions at Miss Francis. Miss Francis, about to frown at Ariel and no doubt tell her off, suddenly paused. Her face took on a content expression as she turned her gaze from the question to Ariel. Miss Francis gave Ariel a kind smile and shook her head. "Well then. That's alright. We'll move along." She said before rubbing the problem off and turning to the next one.

Ariel rolled her eyes at Miss Francis' back. She hadn't been much of a challenge. It had only taken a small amount of happiness, contentment and acceptance to make her change her tune. Really, Ariel would never be able to grow her power if she was forced to solely manipulate people as weak minded as Miss Francis. However, she had another year before she could legally leave the Academy, so it would be another year until she was able to step out into the world and put her considerable talents to good use.

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Due to the fact that what might be considered the flashier ability of Hephaestus's Children, or at least the one that seems more useful during in the moment combat, has skipped over Poppy altogether, the daughter of the god of forges is sitting at the tables off to the side. Perhaps she would spar, were it not for the fact that the current sparring focuses on, of course, the use of powers. Thus, she is currently messing around with various pieces of technology, occasionally glancing back at her laptop to reference the design blueprints on it. The project is in fact somewhat basic, because her younger cousin's birthday is coming up, and she has been planning on making him a toy that she hopes will be able to captivate his short attention span for longer than three minutes. This is why, rather than working on a new weapon or shield or something along those lines, the girl is making what appears to be inspired by the transformers' cartoon [which Jeffrey, her cousin, happens to love]. Of course, this toy is significantly more complex than any transformers toy one might find on the shelf at target.

When it's done, it should be able to change between forms on command, run around, climb things, shoot out "missiles" [which are, for the sake of safety, actually just little bronze things, so they are target-tracking], and do other such things that her cousin is sure to delight in, and Poppy's aunt sure to grow very tired of very quickly. It can't be helped, really- Poppy has always spoiled Jeffrey more than one might expect from her practical personality. This is in no small part due to the fact that he thinks she's second only to batman in awesomeness, and there is something about a child's admiration that simply makes Poppy want to spoil them.

Of course, perhaps building toys isn't exactly what Mr. Solomon had in mind when he said that students could also go over to the table to flex their mental muscle, but he's glanced over at her project without saying anything, so the girl takes it as being okay. Or perhaps he has said something, and she simply had not heard it- he's on her bad side, after all. Her bad ear's side, not her figurative bad side. A sudden flash of light nearly makes Poppy mess up while programming the robot's "brain". She looks up to see, at least based upon the pile of ash before the blond, that Amelia is practicing her lightning bolts. When she had first come to this school, Poppy had envied those with flashier powers, thinking them to be a better example of a demigod than she, and far more impressive. While she has come to be content with her own abilities, Poppy still doubts that she could best Amelia in a fight- perhaps if she had the right weapons.



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English is one of Camden's strong suits, and so he shouldn't really have any particular dislike for the class. The finer points of language, literature, and other such things have always been a source of interest for him. He knows very well the power that words can have, regardless of any silly saying about words not being able to hurt people, or being weaker than actions. Given all of these things, English should be an enjoyable class for him. And it often becomes so, once they move on to reading and the like. Right now, however, it is a complete bore for the young man, who is quite certain that the first several weeks will be comprised entirely of things that he, and anyone else with a fraction of a brain, has already learned by now. Were he a different person, Camden might fall asleep. However, he is still Camden, and thus remains awake, his mind wandering with the chief purpose on musing about whether this class will be worth his time. The general verdict is no.

The teacher has jumped into instruction on the first day, which is at least something as a relief, because Camden reserves a special bit of hatred for repetitiveness- he always dreaded the first weeks of school in the normal education system. Of course, in the normal education system he was hard-pressed to find anyone who could present him with enough of a challenge to keep his brain stimulated. Perhaps he'd be even more intelligent, were it not for all those brain cells that withered away while going over gerund phrases for the umpteenth time. Quietly, he pulls out a book and allocates a portion of his brain to reading it, while remaining conscious enough to the lesson that he can answer a question if posed to him.

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Casey watched with surprise as the teacher of her math class asked one of the girls if she was listening. Casey hadn't been which wasn't good, but she hadn't expected someone else would be called out on it which brought her attention back to the rather boring discussion. This material wasn't easy and thanks to Casey being a natural terrible math person, things were really bad.

Her eyes watched as the teacher seemed to just accept that the girl who was called 'Mrs. Lee' answered she didn't know. Great a teacher who seemed to be rather forgiving even when she just stated that someone wasn't paying attention... It was strange to see the change in attitude. Could this be the girl that she had been told about? Ariel? The one who could make people feel the way she wanted them to feel? Well. that's rather strange, and somewhat stupid. How would anyone want to hang out with her when they may not know if they're feeling what they want to feel or if they're feeling what Ariel wants them to feel? It was getting rather confusing for Casey now too, so she gave up in trying to figure out the puzzle.

A fellow beside her took had taken out his notebook and been the last one to show up. He looked somewhat dirty and rather sweaty, as if he had been running maybe. Wasn't he a child of Hades? One of the guys that the twins avoided? Maybe, maybe not. Oh well. Casey knew she shouldn't stare so she looked back at the board. Greek... great. How could Casey read ancient Greek when Latin was supposed to be a dead language, and was younger than Greek? How wonderful.

Casey sighed as she sank back down, hoping that something good would come into her situation. She stared at the varying letters, some looking similar to the English alphabet while some looked like scribbles from the Apollo kids' sketchbooks when they displayed them, or Casey caught sight of them. The letters seemed to change, or maybe it was Casey's eyes, or her head, but a second later Casey was able to understand some of the Greek. It was weird, as if magic... never mind it being weird.

Casey looked back over at the fellow beside her, wondering his name before looking down at her notebook and trying to draw something that didn't look like scribbles.


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Jason smiled as he sat back in English. It was his favorite class considering it allowed him to practice poetry without getting in trouble. It also helped him when he was working on his songs with Jordan, or when he just wanted to work on songs. The classroom seemed somewhat dull with it's occupants seemingly bored out of their mind. Why were demigods with super unnatural parents and powers learning English? it didn't make much sense to Jason though he was not complaining about the class like Jordan did sometimes.

Jason's eyes wandered to his brother sitting behind Camden where he was seeing how long he could hold his breath. It was quite annoying to watch as Jordan kept cheating though he gave up a minute or so later as he then took up his pencil and began writing something down. Jason wasn't sure what Jordan was writing down or what language he was writing it down in. They both knew Ancient Greek and could speak it well enough though they both preferred to stick with English majority of the time.

Jason's thoughts flitted to Amelia as he sat there, daydreaming and not bothering to look at the board, but out the window right beside his desk. It was always much better to sit in the sun than where Jordan was, stuck in the back to avoid being the one that caught everyone's eyes. The two had been split up politely by their teacher though the teacher didn't know it wouldn't do a single thing in the twins situation. They had been in two different states at one point in their life, yet their teacher in elementary school had received their prank with specific clarity, ensured by Jordan.


Jordan sat writing down whatever came to mind. There had been a tune in his head that morning and that was already scribbled at the top of the notebook paper in a simple melodic way that only he and Jason understood. To any other person, it would look like a simple boring song, but when the twins saw it, they knew how to decipher the music to keep others from stealing the song.

Jordan sat up as he heard his name being mentioned. It was only there for a moment before he went back down. The teacher must have been explaining something to a first year. Probably not what to do in class. It was a lot easier to find examples when it involved two twins who were often in trouble and more often than not, the ones to blame. Jordan moved his bow a bit under his desk, annoyed that it was in the way of someone beside him. Don't people know that you don't touch another persons weapon?

His English teacher didn't seem too surprised to see it though she did ask that Jordan didn't actually load it in class ever... When Jordan had asked about a highly unlikely scenario involving a hydra and a few hellhounds, she told him he could use it, but only in that specific situation. So should a hydra and eight hellhounds show up, Jordan was to use his bow to kill them then sit down and pay attention again. Other than that... no bow... oh well.