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Kyle Andrews

"Oh for the love of god I'm not some psycho you don't need to stand 10 feet away from me."

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

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"Hell is empty and all the monsters are here." - William Shakespeare


Introducing


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Full Name:
Kyle Michael Andrews

Nickname:
Ky

Age:
Nineteen

Birth Date:
October 2nd

Home Town:
Boston, Massachusetts

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Studying:
Pursuing a Bachelor of Arts degree



Being Demi-Gods


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Godly Parent:
Demeter

Power:
As a child, Kyle quickly realized he was different. At the age of 8, he produced a Apple out of the garden at school to give to his teacher, whom he had a crush on then. Over the years his powers developed and he found her could manipulate the plants to produce fruit with extraordinary properties.

Strengths:
Gardening, Science, Writing.

Weaknesses and Flaws:
Kyle finds it hard to use his powers/concentrate in dry climates. He works better when there is a lot of humidity in the air. Alas it's not impossible to use his powers in dry climates, its just less quality. Kyle also finds the same struggles in the dark.


Sharing Our Desires


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Likes:
plants || movies || girls || reading || writing

Dislikes:
demeter || crowds || parties || dance/house music || obnoxious people

Hobbies: soccer || skateboarding

Fears: being alone || being buried alive || burning alive || death || the dark ||

Secrets: Kyle always hated his step-father. He hated Demeter for leaving him and he just couldn't accept a mother figure. When Kyle was 14 he produced a paralysis apple and gave it to his step-mother. She became paralyzed from the waist down permanently and occasionally Kyle will cry himself to sleep out of regret. He has never told anyone this.



In-Depth


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Personality:
Kyle is a caring, sweet, compassionate guy. He is loyal and always puts his friends before himself. Sometimes it can be good, but sometimes it can be his downfall. He's clever and ambidextrous. Kyle is a pretty quiet guy. He keeps to himself and is often described as a "wallflower". He watches everyone and takes it in, not questioning things. He observes and is pretty smart at predicting outcomes in situations. Kyle is witty and clever although you wouldn't know that because most people think he is creepy and steer clear from him, which is probably a good thing. Kyle can grow attached to things very fast. Once when he was 11 he had a crush on this girl and he became obsessed and stalked her. Kyle means well, but sometimes he doesn't realize he's being creepy.

Kyle has dealt with depression and anxiety from an early age. He struggled with low self esteem and he struggled for a very long time accepting himself. Kyle started taking pills when he was 12 but he found they blocked his powers so instead he found a new hobby to distract himself from. Kyle is an overemotional guy. He tends to cry at a lot of things and he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder at 14. He can go from happy to angry to upset in a matter of moments. He tries to keep his emotions in check but it can be hard sometimes so he just stays away from others.



The Past Defines Us


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History:
Kyle was born in Boston, MA. Growing up, he lived on his father's farm in a small town. The town was very small so everyone knew each other and secrets never stayed buried. Kyle grew up hearing people talk trash about his family. They said Kyle's mother left them because his dad was abusive. Child services visited his family regularly through his childhood to make sure things were "okay". Kyle never attended pre school because his father never thought it was necessary and they weren't in the best financial state. Kyle was in awkward, introverted kid in class. He was always talking about video games and "geek" stuff. People looked the other way when he came walking down the hallways. Kyle soon felt isolated from the world and spent his recesses walking around with purpose, although he had none.

Kyle found calm in the Writing club. Kyle would go in during recess and write about tales of heroic knights and fire breathing dragons. His stories always came with a twist, which his teacher liked a lot. Kyle's teacher, Mrs. Honey, praised him for his talents at such a young age. It might sound weird, but Kyle considered her to be his first and only friend at the time. Kyle soon befriended Lily, a girl in his grade. She was one of toughest girls Kyle had ever met yet they shared a love of Reading/Writing which formed their bond. They would often spend days at the library or sleeping over at each other's house. Kyle considered her to be his closest friend.

In Middle School, Kyle was adopted into Lily's close knit group of friends. He soon found Aria, Lily's best friend, had a crush on him. He dated her for awhile but they broke up in 8th grade. When Kyle was in 9th grade, Lily started dating a jock from the nearest high school. Kyle found he was jealous and started having creepy tendencies. Lily began to be wary of Kyle but Kyle cared deeply for her so they never parted.

Kyle's love for Lily turned into an obsession and it became more than obvious to Lily that Kyle had a crush on her. Nonetheless, they stayed friends. Kyle noticed Lily was becoming quieter by the week and he pressed questions although she wouldn't answer. On the night of their Prom, Kyle skipped the dance and went to see Lily since he knew she was studying for a big house. Arriving at her house, Kyle went upstairs and found her laying in a pool of blood in her room. Her wrists were covered in slits and he knew very well she was dead. It was suicide and he fell into a even deeper depression than before. Kyle became moodier, quiet, hostile and not nice in general. People stayed away because he was weird, now they stayed away because he was frightening.

Kyle no longer desired to remain in his small town so he applied to the University and got in. He figured it was about time to hone his powers and study for what he'd always dreamt of becoming, a professional writer.


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So begins...

Kyle Andrews's Story

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Time: 8.30am

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




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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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"Just another morning at demigod academy."





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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Time: 9.45am

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




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

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

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




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

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

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

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Kyle was standing off to the side watching all the young demigods practice their Powers. It was Power and Control class, after all. Kyle wasn't too keen on this class. He didn't have the crazy powers that needed control. If anything he needed a "better attitude" class. Most of his ill use of powers came from an outburst. Watching the others, he felt a sort out envy wash over him. He had the ability to poison people and grow plants at will, but he didn't really classify that as a cool power.

Kyle was also never one to crave attention so he sat back in the shadows. He was an observer, not a doer. Kyle glanced around the room and saw Simon sitting on the floor, surrounded by a dark Aura. Simon was one of the only persons in the group he didn't absolutely despise. Don't get him wrong, Kyle didn't dislike everyone, but he only liked the company of a select few. Kyle studied him because, well there was nothing better to do. He seemed to be in a trance. He wondered if Simon was actually aware of what was going on or if it was a tunnel vision, where all he could focus on was his magic.

Kyle crept towards the bleachers where Simon sat and leaned against one of the supports. "Ooo this is some creepy dark magic." Kyle grinned, walking around. He sat down on the ground across of Simon, just watching him. He figured this might be creepy but he was fascinated with that he was doing.




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Alaska sat in the third row of English class. English was her favourite class but she found it was hard to keep her eyes open today. She didn't have a lot of sleep and today's lecture on grammar was particularly boring. Alaska allowed herself to lean back in her chair and quietly yawn. The birds were singing outside and she longed to get some fresh air. Alaska already knew everything the teacher was talking about so she found it pointless to listen. She sat back up, sitting straight and glanced around.

Alaska scanned the classroom and found her eyes resting on Jordan Brooks. He was just 1 of the Brooks Twins but Alaska always found herself fascinated by him. He was adorable in that stupid way. She watched as he adjusted the bow under his desk so it didn't bother him. Only he would bring a full on bow into class. But then again that is something she might do but she'd be more reluctant to do that. Alaska glanced down at the notebook on her desk. She used it to write down her feelings and poetry. It was brand new for this school year but she already had a couple entries.

Alaska flipped the page to a new entry and started to write. She wasn't even conscious of what she was writing until it was there in front of her. She stared at the page and then she furiously scribbled over the entry, closing the notebook rather loudly. She looked up to make sure no one was staring at her for the scene she just caused. Alaska sighed and held her head in her hands.