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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2014 10:47:17 GMT -5
Kenji stretched out, twisting and turning his left arm. the scar tissue over his shoulder pulled uncomfterablly, Kenji winced, breathing out as the old wound almost torn open. He let his breath out, releasing the stretch and letting his arm fall. he looked down at his bear chest, seeing the scar tissue had finally stopped spreading. The ache of it finally was going away to. Ever since that dragon had ran him threw, his arm and body had never been the same.
Kenji rolled his shoulders, causing a bit of discomfort in it. he touched the wound, feeling the 4 inch circle of scar tissue there where the dragon has stabbed him with it's bloody claw. The same dragon who kenji had made a set of armor out of. the son of Athena sighed, stepping further into the water of the lake and sitting down, letting the water lap over his shoulders. The water felt good on his old wound.
A few moments later, a splashing sound returned kenji's awareness external, seeing a water nymph looking at him. He gave it a small smirk, looking at where it was looking at him. His wound was bleeding again. he sighed, putting a hand to it to stem the flow, but it leaked into the water. The Water spirit took one sniff at it and fled, diving. Kenji raised an eye brow, looking at his bloody hand. he brought his hand up to his nose, sniffing, not smelling anything different. After a second, he licked his fingers of the blood and stopped. It didn't taste like normal blood. It tasted like the dragon's blood.
Kenji sat in the water, looking at his own blood on his hands and thought," Well, that's different." he let his hand dip under the water, washing the blood away. Kenji returned his hand to his shoulder till the flow stopped, standing up again. Kenji started stretching again, flexing the scar tissue that was his left shoulder.
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Jan 19, 2014 7:02:12 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 7:02:12 GMT -5
Flowers clung to Kai’s hair and clothes as she stumbled out of the forest mumbling curses that would make every ancestor she’d never had turn in their grave. Not many things could upset her; for the gods’ sakes, she had been at camp for what, ten years now? Hopefully by now she’d learned to deal with the eternally pranking Hermes kids, the high-voltage mini-Zeuses, the trigger-happy Ares warriors, and all other types of drama that came with living at a camp for ADHD, dyslexic demigod warriors. When she said not many things could upset her, she meant it. But this? This was ridiculous.
Alternately kicking stones along the beach, stomping on pieces of various woodland foliage, or furiously brushing herself off, Kai barreled down the stretch of sand, a flow of creative expletives streaming out of her mouth. “Damned daisy fairies,” she finished lamely, with a dark glower over her shoulder at the innocent looking woods in the distance. It definitely wasn’t the most emphatic end to a tirade she’d given, but after twenty-three minutes even her weighty R-rated college level vocabulary had been strained. At least now that she’d gotten that out of her system, she wouldn’t be cursing off the heads of any random person she came upon.
Kai sighed, gave one last kick at an unfortunate area of sand, and raised her head, ready to head back to her cabin for some more blessed isolation. Whatever blackouts came would have to play nicely with each other, because she was so done with this dream thing. Instead, as Kai straightened, the slight figure of a dark-haired older boy met her eyes. “Oh gods.” For a minute she was completely off her guard—and then instinct kicked in. Her eyes narrowed and a scowl started forming. Inside, she was berating herself for not paying better attention to her surroundings.
But then, for an oh so pleasant second surprise of the day, an overwhelming feeling of nausea hit her. Either Kai was allergic to flowers, or the anthousai had poisoned her, or she’d eaten something rotten. Since she rarely ate and she doubted the flower nymphs were capable of much more than looking dainty, it must be a flower allergy. Obviously. Obviously. Or… something else. But Kai wasn’t going to even consider the possibility that it might be another… face. No demigod could be that unlucky. Even she was only hijacked by a freaking daymare only once every couple of weeks. Twice in one day? Nu-uh.
Each thought flickered in and out of Kai’s head as she struggled to keep a hold of herself. It was kind of hard maintaining a signature death stare and a face of snark whilst also dealing with a newly discovered flower allergy, or worse. At least she couldn’t see herself, thank the gods for that. As she pushed down the rising bile in her throat, Kai continued her watery, hopefully still fierce glare. Maybe whoever it was would just go away. He didn’t look the peppy, outgoing type. Maybe he would do all the talking and then she could pretend to be insulted and walk away. Or something. Maybe she would get lucky this time. Or not.
notes;; well, this is hellishly longer than I intended... sowwyyy :3
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Jan 19, 2014 18:53:40 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 18:53:40 GMT -5
Kenji twisted to the left, his jean shorts tightening around his thighs for a moment as he spotted a girl watching him. His eyes narrowed, His cold look going automatic. He wasn't like his brother where he liked girls spying on him (He would never see the grander of it or how Kurtis like it. It was like having someone spy on your movements). Kenji though grew a little confused as her look went as cold as his in a moment.
That was different. Usually they didn't return the stare. Kenji twisted back the other way though, breaking his eye contact as he finished the stretch, his left arm feeling a hell of a lot better now. Salt water and stretching always made it feel better. He straightened, touching his shoulder with his right hand and feeling the unnaturally rough skin there. It was almost like dragon skin. Kenji actually broke out in a smirk there for a moment, his face turned away from the girl. Like how would be so lucky.
After a second, he turned back around, seeing the girl still there. His indifferent features gave her a questioning look, like," Oh, your still here?" He knew her from somewhere. What was her name again? Kenji started thinking about it as he traveled up the sand, his wet feet gathering it as he started walking up the beach, heading for his own clothes. As much as he didn't care, he didn't really like having his scar showing off. It wasn't one that even his brother would want to show off for the women.
"Kai," Kenji said, snapping his finger as he finally placed her. Took a while. Though, usually he didn't hang with the Hades kids (Not for the fact that they were hades kids, but mostly for the fact that he didn't associate much with anyone he didn't train with or have a reason to). "Your name is Kai right?" he asked, turning towards her, his voice showing nothing more then a simple curiosity of wanting an answer. She was Dru's sister after all, so best to be polite at least. That's what a regular person would do, right? Kenji didn't really care though, grabbing his towel and started to dry off, keeping his left shoulder turned away from her. He might not care, but he still didn't want people staring at him like he was a war veteran or something. Though, having a dragon pick you up and take you for a ride over the Atlantic ocean, then killing it and finding a way back kind of did make you that. Ether way, Kenji didn't like the attention.
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