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Elinor Mansell

Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies.

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a character in “The Demi-God Academy”, originally authored by Retrovertigo, as played by RolePlayGateway

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All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.
Ralph Waldo Emerson



Introducing


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Full Name:
Elinor Fae Mansell

Nickname:
Elle, Ella, Ellie

Age:
17

Birth Date:
November 11, 1996

Home Town:
Shreveport, Louisiana

Sexuality:
Heterosexual



Being Demi-Gods


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Godly Parent:
Hermes
Messenger of the gods
God of commerce, thieves, travelers, sports, athletes, and border crossings, guide to the Underworld


Power:
Enhanced Dexterity – Elinor is capable of controlling her movements and muscles, this keeps her from falling or otherwise being clumsy. She’s much like a cat in the fact that she rarely falls and when she does she lands on her feet. Able to control her fingers and toes individually she is truly ambidextrous.

Celerity - Superhuman speed is another gift that Elinor possesses. She can move far faster than your average human. Though she still moves at subsonic speeds her ultimate goal is to break the sound barrier.

Strengths:
Clever – Speaks French – Lock Picker – Forgery Artist – History – Gymnastics – Disguises – Accents - Performing

Weaknesses and Flaws:
Math – Eavesdropper – Instigator – Occasionally Obnoxious – Manipulative – Jaded – Prone to pulled muscles and strained tendons – Turning corners while running


Sharing Our Desires


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Likes:
Running – Pranks – Laughing – Horror Movies – Turtles – Singing – Performing – Being the center of attention – History – Music – Money – Fashion – Boys – Flirting Recklessly – Parties – Drive-ins

Dislikes:
Driving – Being Ignored – Silence – Boredom – Being told to grow up – Snitches – Getting Caught – Naiveté – Rain – Sitting Still

Hobbies:
Performing – Elinor is quite the ham and loves to perform for other people. She loves to sing, dance and act and was often in school plays and community theatre productions when she had the opportunity.

Athletics – Being the daughter of Hermes has gifted Elinor with attributes suited to a more athletically inclined life. She started gymnastics when she was four and recently gave it up due to loss of interest though she still works out in the gym for fun. Track was also something Elinor loved to participate in until she decided that she wouldn’t trade on her unfair advantage.

Fears:
Bugs – Hitting something while running full speed which would probably equal death – Her tendons snapping or bones breaking from misuse – Being Alone/Ignored/Unimportant

Secrets:
Elinor’s mother is a grifter, otherwise known as a con woman and until Elinor’s arrival at the academy she was a willing pawn/accessory to her mother’s schemes. Stealing identities, forging checks and shoplifting was the way they made a living until Hermes demanded she be sent away to school.



In-Depth


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Personality:
Elinor is quite the handful according to most people. It seems as if she’s always “on”, always performing for the masses. It’s hard to take her seriously because you’re never sure when she’s being serious or just melodramatic. Extremely extroverted, Elinor prefers the company of large groups to anything else, especially being alone.

She’s very funny and always has a quip or one liner to add to a conversation. With excellent comedic timing she also has an affinity for playing practical jokes on the unsuspecting rank and file. Occasionally her best judgment isn’t put to use and her jokes verge into malicious territory. At times she feels guilt about the embarrassment she might have caused a fellow student but for the most part once the joke’s over Elinor has all ready moved onto the next one.

For someone so outgoing and full of life Elinor is very private, especially when it comes to her past. Although not exactly ashamed of her past misdeeds she knows that some people would only see that they’d been right about her. An opportunist who didn't care who she hurt to get what she wants. She can be so much more than that; vivacious, welcoming and occasionally even sweet and loving if you can get her to let her guard down.

So while she may not share all of her deepest darkest secrets with you it doesn’t mean Elinor doesn’t like you. Elinor starts off liking everyone she meets until they prove themselves unworthy, usually by being uptight and judgmental. She detests naivete and gullibility in others and considers such people prime targets. If she didn’t toughen them up for the real world, who would?


The Past Defines Us


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History:
.Elinor grew up an only child of a single mother and spent her formative years learning the family trade. Which happened to be conning people out of their money any which way they could. Elinor’s mother, Grace was a pro and was adept at gaining people’s trust and then turning around and abusing it. Grace was an excellent forger and shoplifter, traits she made sure her daughter also possessed.

Elinor spent her childhood roaming the country with her mother, taking their schemes from town to town never staying long enough to make friends or put down roots. There was never enough time to go to gymnastics or play in the park, it was always business all the time until it was time to flee to the next city to start over again.

It was shortly after her fifteenth birthday that Elinor was caught shoplifting…again. She didn’t know why she kept frequenting this store with their pervasive security cameras, maybe she wanted to get caught. She wasn’t sure what her motives were all she knew now was that she was actually being arrested and that hadn’t been part of the plan.

While she was processed she was put into a room to wait for a guardian which seemed bizarre to Elinor. It was usually do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars go directly to jail. What she didn’t know was that her father had finally decided to make an appearance. It wouldn’t do to have a child of his in the juvenile court system and to be perfectly honest he was quite disappointed in her mother.

Hermes explained to Elinor that he had met her mother and had immediately been taken with her, she was beautiful, clever and vivacious. Of course like all gods he couldn’t stay and was long gone before Grace even realized she was pregnant, the only reason for his sudden involvement was to save Elinor from the disgrace of juvenile court and to demand that she be sent away to a school of his choosing which just so happened to be the Academy.







Theme Song: (Optional)
Wanderlust || Metric
"The Wanderlust"

I've been sleepwalking
Through the railway station
Wake me up
When they call my destination

Where I've been
I was bound to leave behind
All device and all disease was mine

I'm speeding out of reach
Oh, you're the one I had to meet

I never wanted to go home
Wanderlust will carry us on
There was nothing there for me
Wanderlust will carry us on
In a high rise on my own
I've been ...highways for so long
Looking out in a mirrored balcony
Wanderlust will carry us on

Will there ever be a place for you and me?
Wanderlust

I'm rolling in for a seven day weekend
Living up again to my old reputation
Can you cover me?
Cause I got no armor
Keep on moving down the line
Keep on going further

I'm speeding out of reach
Oh, you're the one I had to meet

I never wanted to go home
Wanderlust will carry us on
There was nothing there for me
Wanderlust will carry us on
In a high rise on my own
I've been...highways for so long
Looking out at a mirrored balcony
Wanderlust will carry carry carry us on
I don't know where to go now, I got nowhere to hide
Nowhere to go, nowhere to be
I don't know where to go now, I got nowhere to be
Oh, wanderlust will carry us on

Walk fifty city blocks down but they always find us
Wanderlust will carry us on
Will there ever be a place for you and me?
Wanderlust will carry us on
Will there ever be a place for you and me?

So begins...

Elinor Mansell's Story

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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Rose Smoak Character Portrait: Florence Bradshaw Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Casey Adams Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Gwen Whitney Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Sage Fitzgerald Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Camden Van Trap Character Portrait: Maxiamus Edwin Cale Character Portrait: Amelia Sterling Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Juliette Chandler Character Portrait: Luca Peverell Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Kyle Andrews Character Portrait: Lex Miles Character Portrait: Elliot Vance Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Simon Chancellor Character Portrait: Orpheus Dwight Dunstan Character Portrait: Robyn Quinn
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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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Elinor trudged out of her dorm, which was probably the most normal on campus save for the many booby traps placed throughout. The children of Hermes didn’t go easy on anyone not even each other and this morning in the shower she’d come across one. The resulting cold shower was torture but it did help wake her up a bit. She’d had no sleep, after leaving a party in the late hours of the night she tipsily decided to start the year off right and went to setup a little prank. Nothing too serious, plus she just couldn’t help herself once she got it into her head. Impulse control wasn’t quite Elinor’s forte.

Buttoning her jean jacket she couldn’t help but smile to herself as the wind played with her long blonde hair, it was worth losing sleep if it meant she got to be the first person to give Zeus something new to hang on to. Sure she got a little singed, but he was technically her grandfather so he couldn’t be too angry with her. Wondering if anyone had discovered the paddle yet, the small blonde began the trek to the jointly shared cafeteria.

Slipping into the cafeteria just as it was beginning to grow busy Elinor absently flipped her hair away from her face and joined the line. Noticing Eddie already sitting she favored him with a grin and a small wave and turned back to the line to snatch an apple. The former professional thief resisted the urge to slide the fruit into her leather bag but knew better than that. It wasn’t as if she was really paying for it anyway. Instead she tossed it in the air, caught it rubbed it on her sleeve and took a bite.

Grabbing a juice another apple, and an orange she made her way back out of the cafeteria, sparing another smile in Eddie’s direction. It was too nice a day to begin indoors and she was a creature of the sun, might as well bask in it while she could. Deciding to make herself at home next to a large oak tree she slipped off her jean jacket and used it to protect her dress from the ground. Sitting cross legged, her back to the tree’s trunk Elinor had a perfect vantage point to watch the comings and goings of the cafeteria.

Finishing her apple she tossed the core away and began to peel her orange, her fingers already sticky. Already wondering if perhaps it wasn’t too early in the year to skip out on class?




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Simon was already in his usual spot in the corner of the cafeteria, on days he had classes he was an early riser and spent the time before hand preparing. Just as he was doing now, nose stuck in his book, he would occasionally slide his hand through his dark hair to keep it out of his eyes. Reaching out for his tea he automatically brought it to his lips and grimaced at the tepid temperature it had fallen to. Nothing was worse than cold tea.

Closing his book with a snap, he rose to his feet and went in search of hot water, his tall, lanky figure cutting in between the others who were now arriving for breakfast. Finding what he was looking for he took his hot water refill and couple of extra tea bags to his lonely little table by the window and once again made himself a cup of tea. This time he left his book closed and instead took in the scene playing out before him while dipping his biscuit into his tea and taking small precise bites of the sweet cookie.

Although he wasn’t exactly what you’d call popular and in fact was quite shy he did like to people watch. For Simon he had the added bonus of being able to see their auras, the clashing colors and flashing brilliance was quite a sight but the son of Hades had to remember to keep it to a minimum or his nose would be bleeding like a faucet and he’d have a splitting headache. The visual made him grimace and he lowered his gaze to his tea, his long thin hands encircling the now warm tea cup.

Smiling a bit at his own childishness he sipped his tea and looked back towards the rest of the students milling about, wondering if perhaps there was a friendly face among them. Some friendlier than others. Simon had decided that was growing tired of life on the sidelines and as much as it pained him he was going to do his best to put himself out there to try new things along with meeting new people. The thought was terrifying but some things were necessary, like learning how to function socially without looking like a fool.

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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Rose Smoak Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Casey Adams Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Amelia Sterling Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Simon Chancellor
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"Some say that Olympus is one big party. I would discount this as exaggeration, but judging from the behavior of my kin, there is a rather large kernel of truth to it."




Cyrus woke up early this morning, unlike a few of his "cousins", though Cyrus would prefer not to think of them that way too much. After all, that term combined with the tendency of many of his peers to "hook up" along with his own attraction to multiple said female peers was liable to trigger the incest reflex, a survival mechanism meant to defend the human species from the many genetic diseases incest would trigger.

When he woke up, Cyrus decided to take a shower as the bathroom he shared with his siblings on his floor was empty at that time of day and proceeded to dress himself and pick up the case containing his laptop. It was a custom one his brother, Camden gave to him for his birthday. Its looked to be the work of a demigod. Perhaps a child of Hermes, Athena, or Hephaestus. He and the other children of Athena along with the children of Hermes had worked on a project where the computers on school grounds could network together in a way reminiscent to the internet but without the downside of attracting monsters as it was a closed network. Truthfully, Cyrus felt he contributed very little aside from the initial idea and the mathematics behind it. However, the network proved popular. If he remembered right, someone daughter of Aphrodite was working on a replica of Facebook. Children of Aphrodite could prove industrious if given the right motivation, he mused.

He stepped out of his room an headed down to the main floor, ignoring the many weapons and bookcases he passed as he did. However, on the main floor, he stopped in front of the statue of his mother. He looked at her. She was so regal-looking and ageless, as though she demanded proper respect. Her statue was a lot different than how she acted when he met her for the first time. The way she talked with his father was so natural, so human. He did not know how the memory made him feel so he stored it away.

He headed for the cafeteria and, deciding that he would rather manage his time more efficiently, ordered a blueberry smoothie mixed with nectar. Cyrus felt that fine food such as this, with nectar and fruit from Olympus, was one small way the gods showed their children that they cared, though in an indirect manner. Not to mention Hermes charged a pretty penny too.

He sat down at a table near the corner and booted up his laptop, taking a sip of his smoothie as he did so. Immediately, he opened up Total War: Shogun 2. Total War: Rome 2 had sadly been a disappointment. It was a pity. The first Rome had been far ahead of its time. He chose a multiplayer match and smiled when he saw the screenname of one of his siblings. He raised an eyebrow when they chose the Otomo faction. So they would be using firearms. He chose the Takeda.

What followed was a half hour match where two children of Athena utilized multiple tactics against each other. His opponents use of gunpowder units was masterful, but the Takeda horse archers had a clan bonus, not to mention a longer range. While his horse archers flanked his opponents units, they charged towards his army, but he sent them to retreat in the woods. Nonetheless, it wasn't an easy match. He was unable to avoid many casualties due to the gunpowder units, but, at last, he won.

He closed his laptop and finished off his smoothie. He eyed his surroundings, noting that several people had arrived during his game. He waved at each of his friends/acquaintances and pondered who he should talk to first. His mouth twitched at Alana's actions.

"She likes one twin, but dislikes the other. Twins are a package deal, though," he mused to himself.

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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Rose Smoak Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Casey Adams Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Amelia Sterling Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Luca Peverell Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks
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Rick hummed along to the lines of the song blaring on the small hand-crafted stereo that he and Poppy had built awhile back as it was a nice, and much needed, addition to the shop. Of course, he knew how early it was and was also fairly certain the walls of the dorm wasn't thick enough to stop the sound from emanating throughout the dorm, but since none of the others have come down to holler at him then it must not have been bothering them.

Moving to a clustered table, he tossed an alternator on it; a favor just being finished for a child of Ares, seemed his totally awesome Toyota Camry's, honestly Rick still couldn't figure out how a Camry could be described as awesome, battery kept dying; causing the car to shut down over the break which really impeded on his plans of getting laid as much as possible before returning to a place full of kinda-sorta-but not really-relatives, and the Ares' kid was far to cheap to pay to have it replaced.

Finally finished with that mini-project, Rick glanced up at the large clock in the shop to figure out what was what, but it seemed he would have enough time to shower up, change, and then either go back to work on his newest prototype or go mingle. It truly was a hard choice given he had spent a good portion of last night at a party mingling with people. Yes, it had been a long night just like how every night was. Went to a party for a few hours, came back and tried to sleep for two hours, failed miserably, then came down to the shop at three in the morning to work on projects till daybreak.

One look at the 'prototype' was enough to convince him to go mingle. He needed to tell the twins to stop by the shop as they were going to be his beta-testers, and he needed to see Ellie and C. to start preparation on the 'Masta Plans' for the years first major prank. If all went well, some dorm was going to have a very, very long day sometime this week. Wiping his hands on his worn jeans, Rick headed for the door.




Feeling fresh and as wake as someone can be when they haven't slept in thirty-eight hours, Rick left the dorm in his 'new' outfit. New was a subjective term as the shirt was a bland grey, but on the bright side, it lacked any holes, burn spots, and oil stains. The jeans were faded, but that said they didn't start out faded. Running his hand across his chin and enjoying the small stubble that ran along it; he decided he could look a whole lot worse, but then again, even if he was looking terrible; he wouldn't have cared. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he headed for the cafeteria ignoring most of the dorms he passed as they weren't really of interest to him as his mind was completely wrapped up in his newest prototype, and the havoc it was going to play on the lives of the other Demi-Gods.

When he finally got to the cafeteria, he glanced around the room to note on the 'clicks' that everyone migrated into, and Rick prided himself on not belonging to one as he was just far too awesome. He was a 'drifter' if anything, able to sit anywhere and fit in because he usually knew one or two people in every click.

Walking along the set out food, he shook his head, "Would it kill them to serve me something nice and greasy?" He bemoaned as he really didn't want any of that 'godly' food or any of those veggies as he was not a rabbit. Reaching out, he snaked a green apple which was good enough as he really wasn't hungry as the lack of sleep was making his stomach start to churn just from looking at it, and if he has learned anything from his time here, a churning stomach plus that nectar equaled lots of vomit.

Apple in hand, he swept his eyes over the assembled 'mass' once more before getting to work. Knowing the trip to the twins would be the fastest, he headed to their table first, and leaned over the wood, "Hey double trouble, I got something awesome to show you, so after school stop by the shop. Trust me, it is going to blow your minds," he said not able to keep the excitement form his voice over the topic at hand, not wanting to be completely rude having just barged in on whatever conversation they were having, "Hey oddly disproportion amount of blondies," He said to the three present as a form of greeting, as he only knew one of their names, Alana, with the other two just being... whoever they were. Plus, just calling them blondies saved him the time of having to pretend he knew their names, or worse, have to go through the whole, 'hi, how are you? Who are you?' time waste. He had a noble duty to uphold at the moment. There was time for such things later.

Rick pushed himself from the table and started to leave, but stopped and leaned back giving Jordan a wink, "Nice lap warmer," He said giving he had a beautiful blond girl in his lap, wasn't that the American Dream? Normally, he would wait to exchange jokes and what not, but not today, he had places to be.

Moving to another table, Rick slid into the table housing Eddie, Rose, and any other person his mind was too distracted to take note of, "Hello guys and gals," he said, "You guys didn't happen to see Ellie or C. run through here have you? Kinda need to grab them for a super secret, awesome talk about a super secret, awesome project," He said before taking a bite from his apple.

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When Ariel Lee woke it was to find warm morning sunlight pouring through her lace curtains. Her room was bathed in a light pink glow. Ariel yawned and stretched her arms above her head before pushing herself into a sitting position. As always her room looked perfect. Everything was in it's proper place, from her collection of make up, the decorative posters that lined the walls to the tidy line of designer shoes. Ariel pushed the blankets off her and stepped out of bed. She grabbed a towel and headed for one of the two bathrooms in the dormitory. Ariel loved that the Aphrodite dorms had two bathrooms. They were needed though, particularly given the fact that the students in this dorm were more likely to take longer in the showers and in front of the mirrors. Ariel was no exception and it was nearly twenty minutes later that she stepped out of the hot shower, smelling wonderfully of strawberries.

With a luxurious towel wrapped around her small frame, Ariel padded back to her room. Sliding the doors of her wardrobe open she gazed at her wardrobe. She had made sure to purchase all the most recent fashions during the break. Her father had even had some items flown in from Milan and Paris. In the end though it hardly mattered what she picked, she would look fabulous in anything. Eventually she decided on an outfit. For the first day of school she decided on a more preppy look, picking a gorgeous blouse and tucking it to a faux leather black skirt. She paired it all with golden jewellery and a pair of new boots. Everything was designer, of course. Dressed Ariel flung her hair into a bun and then turned to do her make up. All it took for Ariel to do her make up was to wave a hand in front of her face, imagine what she wanted done and use her powers. She did just that, picturing a soft blush, killer lipstick and flawless eye-shadow as she moved her hand across her face, not quite touching. Removing her hand and turning to the mirror told Ariel that her make up was on, and perfectly. She did one final twirl in the mirror and then, satisfied, grabbed her Armani bag and strutted outside.

She made for the cafeteria, feeling the pangs of hunger calling her. It was a short walk. She saw a few younger students along the way who, if they knew her, quickly back-pedalled to get out of her path. Ariel just smirked to herself, loving the fear that they gave off. All too soon she reached the cafeteria. Pushing the doors open she found herself disappointed by the collection of people. She supposed that most of her friends either weren't up yet or were doing something else. She did see people that she liked well enough, but they were either sitting with people she cared little for or she simply didn't feel like sitting by them. She spotted Alana sitting on the lap of one of the twins. Ariel didn't know which one and hardly cared to try and figure it out. She also couldn't say that she approved of her half-sister's choice in men, but she wasn't about to go and point out the evils of her sister's choice right then and there. Instead she turned her attention to breakfast and quickly gathered a small plate of healthy options. Thanking the staff in the kitchen (because thanking those who made your food was always a smart idea), Ariel took her plate and, after another scan of the cafe, quickly exited the building.

Thankfully she spotted Elinor enjoying an orange under a tree and made a bee line for her friend. "Gorgeous dress." Ariel remarked as she carefully took a seat beside Elinor. Ariel had nothing to sit on herself, but grass stains and wrinkles in clothes always came out with another little push from her magic. "I might have to borrow it sometime." She added, applauding Elinor for her choice of clothes. It was one of the many reasons Ariel liked the girl. Of course her wicked sense of humour and her ingenious pranks were another large factor in it too.

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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Rose Smoak Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Casey Adams Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Luca Peverell Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks
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Alana smiled leaning back into Jordan's arms. She smiled brightly at his comment of Fashion. "I'm so excited. I missed designing ocer the summer." She truly did. But she missed the praise she got from her designs more. She had a schetch book filled with designs she couldn't wait to show off.

At the arrival of Luca, Lana realized she should probably go. Not that she was worried about losing Jordan to her but she knew Jason much preffered Jordan being with Luca, than with Lana. Hell if Lana was honest he should be with Luca. Lana was too old for him, she was unreliable, and generally unpredictable. She rolled her eyes at Adams quick entry and exit before easing out of Jordans arms "Well I gotta go, I told Rose I was going to come back to sit with them" She said gesturing to Rose and Eddie. "See you later?" She said quickly kissing him on the cheek. She hugged Casey and nodded to Jason as well before she walked away.

Once she got back to her table she glared at Adam "Did you seriously call me lap candy?" said with a scoff. She turned her attention back to Rose. "So what are the hottest blondes on campus next move?" She said with a mischievous wink.

Rose was Lanas go to girl. They shared a real bond as well. Not the sister bond of her and Ariel but a bond of best friends that can only be achieved by a certain large amount of trust. A trust that the two of them shared.
"And where the hell is Ariel?" She asked feeling very uncertain and slightly annoyed that Ariel wasn't there.

When she finally spotted her she stood up and waved her over. She really didn't care who she was with. Ariel was her sister. Whoever she was with could tag along if they wanted. But she noticed her go outside. Lana pouted for a moment but decided to let it go.

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"Hilarious. You guys are absolutely hilarious."

The silence of the mild morning was disturbed by Clara's amused voice and the sound of... Chickens? "How did you rascals even manage to get your hands on this?" Her voice was definitely more amused than angry, her hair a mess as she stepped out of her dorm. This is perhaps the usual sighting for a child of Hermes, for the children of Hermes did not even attempt to ease up on their pranks even in their own dorms.

Except for the chicken under Clara's arm. But of course, she wasn't even going to bother finding the culprit, save for the sound of laughter that rang out through the dorm, so typical in the dormitory filled to the brim with booby traps. She had to admit, the one she had created this morning was child's play compared to the usual tricks, but whichever victim that fell to the cold showers that she had tapped with the night before was going to get a morning surprise. "You know what? I'm going to keep this." Whoever the culprit was, she'll get them eventually. For the moment, she was going to have to subdue the newest addition to their dorm she had found in her bed this lovely morning. Poultry Science would be rather useful right about now.

Taking one last look at her very own "collection" that piled its way toward what could be called a tiny hill in her dorm, filled with random objects, some she did not even remember "borrowing" from others. Of course, makeup, jewelry and clothes made up much of the pile, thanks to her war with the famous Aphrodite Barbies. Without even much of a morning preparation, she took quick strides out of the dorms, making sure as to not fall into any more morning surprises along the way. The bucket of glue above the door is the oldest joke in the book, but she was sure someone was going to fall for it sooner or later. With the chicken under her arm "bocking" away, she was definitely a sight to see, but that was nothing compared to the sight of Zeus' statue, rising high and mighty with his precious canoe paddle. "Clever." Her voice was accompanied by the agreeing bock from the chicken, or at least what she believed it meant.

"What say you to some breakfast, Mr. Bock?" Believe it or not, Clara was actually starting to take a liking to the chicken. Now, she did not know what the academy rules were regarding pets, but this one was a keeper. With strides quicker than most, she was at the cafeteria within minutes, the sound of chaotic socializing filled her ears as the morning scene of the academy unfolded itself before her.

"So how's your breakfast..." "....Still hungover? "...by the way I got this new nail polish that will look crazy cute on you". A faint smile of interest rose on her face at the faint sound of the last line of conversation she caught as she picked up the tray on her right. Of course, the voice belonged to one of the school's Barbies, one who will regret she had named her possession in Clara's presence, given that it was probably her duty to mess with the Aphrodite children at least once a day. But at the moment, the food required her attention even more, grabbing nearly as much as she could, muffins, waffles, piece of chocolate here and there, and definitely do not forget the banana. The tray was filled with the food she actually planned on finishing as she walked toward the sight of her partner-in-crime that had caught her eye a while earlier, finishing the banana along the way, nearly dropping the chicken as she placed the banana peel discreetly in the corner by the door.

"...happen to see Ellie or C. run through here have you? Kinda need to grab them for a super secret, awesome talk about a super secret, awesome project," She had caught onto the latter part of Rick's question as she approached the table, placing the chicken onto the table as if it was everyday occurrence. "Before you even begin, I believe you can count Ellie and I in." She spoke with much confidence as she gave Rick a winning smirk. She did not believe for one second that her half-sister would pass up on a good first day of school prank. And Rick had not failed her in her belief that he had a master plan for the first day of school. But before she could ask him more about the "super secret, awesome project, the chicken that had at first quietly sat right beside her started making its way toward the Dionysus child, Eddie. She wasn't about to let that happen. It was her chicken. She immediately jumped up from her seat, leaning over the table to grab at the tail of the chicken before it jumped higher than she thought chickens would jump, right onto Alana's lap, (Or who she likes to call Barbie Number One, who appears to be looking out for Barbie Number Two) who just happened to sit down as she did, and before she could even take note of what was happening, the chicken made its mark along her pants, save for the fact that, to her relief, it didn't use her bed in the morning as its bathroom.

"Ooooh..." Clara was definitely speechless for a second before regaining that mischievous smile on her face, a faint chuckle letting loose from her lips, "You know, as much as I would like to say that was intentional..." She was not laughing a little too hard to finish her sentence. And with that, her day was definitely made.

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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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Rick let his shoulders slump at the information of where Ellie had sneaked off to. If she had gone out the back that meant there was roughly two, maybe three, places she could be hiding at, but since it was the first day; his instincts were telling him she was at the tree overlooking the cafeteria, but there was a chance he was wrong... well, no there wasn't, he wasn't sure why, but he always had a knack for finding Ellie. It was a feeling as if he just *knew* where she was, but however he could do that wasn't really worth pondering on, or he was too afraid to ponder on the why, either way worked. Kinda.

"Rose, love," Rick said adopting her manner of speaking, "You couldn't handle my super, awesome secret plans," Pausing to rub the stubble on his chin, "Party? I was there for a couple hours. I left sometime between one and two. Why? What I miss?"

Whatever answer he would have heard was interrupted by the arrival of one of his very mischievous friends, "C! Glad you're on board because this is going to be awesome," he stopped to glance at her chicken walking around the table and couldn't help but wonder why they couldn't fry that chicken up and serve that to him.

The beautiful blond woman; he may have kinda-sorta insulted a few moments popped up with a not so friendly glare. Shrugging at the glare and accusation, "I calls them like I see them, but look on the bright side, you are a very pretty lap candy. I mean, Rick continued, "someday I hope to look half as good as you do on some pretty girls lap, like Roses or C's," he finished pointing out the girls in question.

Before he could really dive more into how great he would look adorning either girls lap, Rick couldn't help but notice Poppy sitting to the far right, no doubt because of her hearing and couldn't stop the large smile that swept across his face at her quip about his musical preference during work, "Sorry, sorry," He said waving it off, "The shop is a little creepy at night, what with the numerous shadows created from the junk, the hanging sharp pieces of metal... Music distracts me from thinking about all the monsters, that do exist, that want to eat me," Rick was going to ask how her leg was, but something C said caught his attention.

Intentional? Rick, of course, chose this time to take a large bite from his green apple when he looked just to see the white splotch on Alana's shorts, and he couldn't stop it. The fits that raked his ribs as he tried, in vain, to control his laugh, but as he knew he would, he failed and sucked in pieces of apple down the wrong pipe which ended in a very painful half-laugh, half-coughing fit. Not able to stop the laugh or the coughing, Rick put his head against the table as he tried to get in a small breath between either of them, "Can't. Breath."

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Jason frowned as he watched Alana from across the cafeteria, his eyes following her hands as she was practically begging Eddie to flirt with her, or probably prove Jason right in his assumption of a sl*t. "Excuse me, I'm going to go make sure Rick can fix those arrows that you broke," Jason says to Jordan with a wink before standing. Being a child of Apollo and having the ability to act was more than a blessing, it was a key to living. Jordan gives a nod and points to Jason as he agrees with his brother.

Jason moves away from the table, tray in hand as he walks over to the table where he only liked two or three, maybe four people. As he walked up to Alana, he gave her a friendly smile. "Hey everyone. Alana, I just wanted to give you this. Jordan was going to but forgot, so I came over as I was already on my way," Jason says kindly as he offers her a small little wrapped box. "I like the new look for the shorts by the way. Also, don't open the box just yet," Jason advises with a wink before turning to Rick, hoping the guy wouldn't recognize the little box that had been one of his projects he had helped the twins on.

The box had been one of their first team collaborations years ago. It was a small little harmless thing that would result in a slightly scared person. It was just a thing that could use the surrounding light to make an image of your smallest fear in the box. When Jordan had given it to Jason, the brother had seen a spider and had freaked when the thing moved, then realized it was just a fake thing. Alana would probably see a bug, get a bit freaked, drop it, and run off before having Jordan or Eddie go get it for her. Not a big deal. Jason felt slightly saddened that he couldn't come up with something like his brother could to get at someone. Jason didn't want to pull a larger card like dying her hair or painting her face blue, for that would result in Jason probably not getting out of bed for a few days with all the revenge that could potentially come his way, from Jordan.

Alana would be able to tell right away it wasn't Jordan who gave it to her, but who cares? Jason was okay if she figured it out as long as Jordan didn't get too mad.

"Hey Rick, I forgot to tell you, I need someone to fix some arrows that Jordan broke. I'd do it, but they just don't fly the right way sometimes," Jason says honestly and with a relaxed form. "Dude, are you choking?" Jason asks with a somewhat smile. He gives a laugh as he hits Rick on the back right where he knew he needed to thanks to his studying of medical stuff. "Later," Jason says before leaving the cafeteria to go get his glasses. Contacts weren't always optimal, so glasses were a good thing. Some people might imagine a person shooting a bow with glasses wasn't a good idea, but Jason could out shoot them and make them shut up rather quickly.

Jason hoped that Alana would at least stop flirting with other guys considering how Jordan thought what they had was somewhat serious. Jason could see it otherwise. Maybe he just saw it that way because he wanted to, or maybe it was that way. Whatever it was, Jason didn't like how Alana toyed with his brother and was willing to at least mess with her to try and discourage her. Hopefully she wouldn't try to mess with Jason back... she definitely knew how to anyway.

With that, Jason made his way to his room rubbing his eyes rather frustrated.

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"Just another morning at demigod academy."





Cyrus watched from the sidelines, as usual. For a moment, he wished that someone would have greeted him, but he quashed that thought in an instant. That was pathetic. He watched the tables but suppressed the urge to frown when he saw Rick and Ariel both enter the cafeteria. He didn't care for either of them, though he did not know Rick too well, truthfully. Ariel, however, he disliked for her use of her powers to manipulate others for her own ends. Why couldn't Camden see that she was a toxic person? They were both sons of Athena. Surely they could both perceive things clearly. Was she using her powers on his brother? He would have to observe Camden in the future to find out.

He looked up to see Poppy wave at him and he smiled slightly. He liked the daughter of Hephaestus. She was honest and realistic. Not to mention she was extraordinarily gifted. In his opinion, she surpassed Rick in everything he did, but he kept that thought to himself. Deciding that he had spent enough time sitting alone, he took a seat next to Poppy.

"I hope you all enjoyed yourselves last night," he commented, looking at Rose in particular. He swore, if she ever succeeded in making him dance, he'd let Alana dress him for a week. Speaking of Alana. He looked at her shorts in pity even as Rick couldn't stop laughing. However, he frowned as she changed publicly and flirted with Eddie. He knew she always did this, but Jordan was his friend. He resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow at Jason's appearance, but said nothing as he gave her "Jordan's gift."

"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," he stated.

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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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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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“You are definitely my favorite chicken now.”

Then again, Mr. Bock was her only chicken, but even so, after having used the Aphrodite child as its bathroom, Clara was going to upgrade the chicken’s name to Super Bock. Practically diving to grab the chicken from the Barbie that was definitely creepily smiling at her, she was sure even her chicken was happy to be rid of the blonde that she didn’t think was too happy with her chicken… Or her.

“C! Glad you’re on board because this is going to be awesome,” with that, her attention was momentarily directed toward the Hephaestus child on the side. “Whatever it is, it will have to wait until..” She gave Rick a meaningful look, flickering her eyes toward the direction of Alana. She’ll have to take care of the mess her chicken has created for the morning.

”Listen I know that you might get… lonely but I highly doubt that chickens are allowed here. I would recommend eating outside where animals belong next time.” Wow. Talk about Ms. Bitchy. Clara had to shake her head, having put the chicken in her lap as she sat down at the table again, picking up the muffin from her entire tray of food. She had already caught a sight of the child of Zeus, Amelia, on the side and was hoping to her own father that the rule-enforcer was not going to say anything about her new friend. Even through Alana's insult, Clara was never one for a full-on verbal fight, and thus simply ate her muffin listening to the conversations of others, attempting to block out the Aphrodite child that practically changed in an entire cafeteria of students. Whatever the girl said to her, she was going to get her back with different methods afterwards. “I guess I should thank you I forgot how good my body looked in this.” With that, Clara had the piece of her muffin go down the wrong pipe, going into a coughing fit just as Rick was doing on the side, but her from over-exasperation.

“I think Super Bock would look better in that than you. Wouldn’t you say so, Super Bock?” She was getting rather fond of the chicken, actually attempting to speak to it. A “bock” from the chicken was interpreted as an agreement by her, who chuckled slightly at the Barbie in front of her that went back to her flirting, seeing her take out her phone. “Mm. Let me guess. Calling reinforcement from Barbie Number 2?” She could practically guess what the text was about, and she was getting out of there in case Barbie Number 2 decided to pay the cafeteria a visit also.

“Whatever you’re planning, Rick. Find me in… Poultry Science.” She had literally just remembered what she had randomly chosen for her major for the year, giving a wave toward the Hephaestus child she could see was also leaving. “Well, Super Bock, looks like you’ll be with me for the day. She was definitely going to try and convince her teachers that to do well in Poultry Science you actually needed… Experience? Even so. Super Bock was going to make a nice addition as her partner in crime.

With light steps, it didn't take her long to walk across the campus, catching sight of the different people walking through, taking notes of which possessions she was going to get her hands on soon afterwards. And it also didn't take long for her to catch the sight of her own half-sister... Cuddling up to Barbie Number 2. And. Walking away.. No matter how much she cared for her sister, she was still going to keep out of sight of the other Barbie. She has probably pissed over one too many for the day.

"Just you and me, Super Bock. This is exactly why she was taking too much delight in her new friend. It didn't disagree with her or argue with her. At least, not to her interpretations.

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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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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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Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Maxiamus Edwin Cale Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Simon Chancellor
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Breakfast had seemed so strange. The vast array of personalities even made Elinor feel a bit uncomfortable and she was the sort who thrived on that sort of thing. Maybe she was just feeling restless. The normally adventurous girl had been laying low the past few months, canoe paddle notwithstanding. After the heinous prank of last year, Elinor had been warned to be on her best behavior. Something she had abided by for the most part but all work and no play made Ellie a dull girl.

So in response Elinor once again lived up to expectations by not attending the first day of class. Sure, she’d get in trouble. A written warning would be delivered to her with threats of punishment if she stepped out of line again. That was all well and good and Elinor would heed the warnings…another day. For now there were plans to be made, things to do and people to see. Chief on her list, Rick.

She knew that he was in power control but considering his power she didn’t expect to find him locked in heated battle. Hopefully Elinor would have a chance to talk with her friend without being thwarted by other students or teachers. The demi-god with enhanced celerity had taken to speeding across campus until she came to the area that held the upper class-men practicing their power control.

Coming to a complete stop, she did her best to tame her hair and dress before sidling up next to Rick, doing her best to remain inconspicuous. Attempting to peek at his sketch she gave up and cleared her throat so as to announce her presence. “Hey there, stranger. Heard you were looking for me.” Elle said in a dramatic whisper, a mischievous glint in her green eyes. “What are you working on, or is it top secret, for your eyes only?” She asked a bit more seriously.



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Simon wasn’t always keen on power control class and usually spent most of it alone. Most people didn’t want to spar with someone whose power was controlling the creatures in the shadows or able to read their well-being through their aura. Thankfully they were both thing that didn’t require an actual partner.

Lifting his pants legs as he sat on the ground cross legged he attempted to relax and gain focus. Simon was going to try and read the rest of the classes’ auras but he’d have to clear his mind of any distraction if he wanted to really have a go at it. Of course his mind kept going over breakfast and more specifically the conversation with Max. Simon was very nearly sure that the younger boy had been flirting with him and not just as an act of kindness.

It wasn’t as though Simon was a complete novice; he’d been in relatively few relationships with both of the sexes and found himself equally comfortable with both. He tried to imagine himself being in a relationship with Max and blushed at the ease at which it happened, his gaze unconsciously seeking the other boy out. Shaking his head slightly as if to clear his head he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing.

He would just start with his shadow manipulation instead. From his spot below the bleachers he slowly began to allow the darkness to grow and thicken spreading outward from beneath the bleachers. To anyone else it looked as though there were a pulsating, rippling sphere of darkness obliterating the corner of the training courts. For Simon it seemed no different visually, having perfect vision in the dark was an added bonus and it also allowed him to see the strange creatures that inhabited the darkness.

Ghoulish spirits, ethereal specters and shadow animals came and went, attempting to communicate if he allowed it. They could sense power, the bit of him that was marked by Hades and they obeyed him as if he were his father. Today he let them pass without a word and instead slowly rolled back the darkness allowing light back in. He just didn’t have it in him to have a conversation with a modern day cenobite.

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Rick continued to make small little changes and add a detail here and there such as adding color to the picture when Amelia turned to look at him as it let him have a deep look at her face, and so, give more information to work with when it came to the helmet. Everything, and everyone, else around him had long since faded from view as he became absorbed in the task at hand, something he considered a boon and a flaw wrapped into one. In fact, very few people could break him out of his single-minded dedication with their voice alone, and it just so happened that one of them popped up at the table.

“Hey there, stranger. Heard you were looking for me," A soft voice whispered in his ear, and it took a lot of willpower to not jump at the sudden, and completely, unexpected intrusion, but whatever anger he would normally have felt was gone as his mind processed who it was, Elle, “What are you working on, or is it top secret, for your eyes only?”

"Nah, nothing so great. Just a doodle, check it," Rick said scooting a little to the left and pushing the paper a little to the right to sit between them, he couldn't fault her for lowering her voice as, more often then naught, Rick was fairly secretive with his projects letting few, if any, people know about what he was up to.

"But look at you," Rick said giving Elle a once over, "Skipping class! So scandalous," he said putting just enough posh on 'scandalous' to sound like certain Daughters of Aphrodite, and he continued going for a southern lady appeal, "I mean, I do declare, Ms. Elle, that you are ruining my good reputation with your unbecoming actions, what ever shall I do with you?"

Just after he finished, another flash of light caught his attention as Amelia surrounded herself with a weak field of lightning and his pencil shot to the paper again adding and changing minor details to the chest piece to better accommodate such a skill and adding a small note over the shield, 'Electromagnetism.' While he wasn't a warrior, himself, Rick could imagine the power of being able to turn a shield into a powerful magnet and then turn it off at will. Perhaps she could turn it on and off to force another warrior to over-swing or pull them off balance, or attract arrows and even bullets to her shield. The power would depend on the amount of power she forced into the shield, and he would have to ensure that her own armor wouldn't be pulled by it.

"Damn Athens kid," Rick snorted, "He is in the way, what do you think? High C?"