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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2016 18:40:41 GMT -5
Phoebe's bright blue gaze was weary as she gazed out over the lake. In the pre-dawn morning, mist was rising over the lake as the sun peeked over the horizon. Pale blonde hair wafted about slightly as the wind let out a pitiful moan, and the daughter of Apollo bit her lip slightly as some of her hair got thrown in her face. Blinking slightly and wiping the hair out of her face, Phoebe glanced around tranquilly. Bare toes barely skimmed over the surface of the lake, and the girl stretched them out with a dreamy smile.
It was a pretty morning, Phoebe decided, and the girl raised the violin to her chin. A quick grin flitted across her lips, and Phoebe skimmed the bow lightly over the strings. Blue eyes flashed vividly, and a lively tune began to arise from the violin. The song? Die Young by Kesha.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2016 3:06:14 GMT -5
Sitting at the bottom of a lake probably wasn't the most 'normal' teenager activity, but it wasn't like Starla was a normal teenager. For example, normal teenagers usually aren't the children of literal Greek gods. At this point the girl had become nothing more than a war machine, really. She seemed to have skipped being a teenager, leaping straight from being a little kid to a warrior. At least she was good at what she did. Years of training will do that, though.
Sometimes the girl needed a break from her rigorous training, and being a daughter of Poseidon she often wound up in her father's realm: Water. The ocean was technically more his realm, but she still held power in the lake, something she took advantage of for her meditation. One would never look at Starla and think the stone-cold bitch would be into meditating, but she often spent her mornings doing just that. Meditating was a good way for her to renew her energy and prepare for the day ahead of her.
The silence of the bottom of the lake was perfect for meditation, calming and isolated. She could breathe underwater perfectly fine, unlike most other demigods, meaning she got to be practically left alone. There were the water spirits, of course, but they had learned to leave Starla alone. One doesn't simply interrupt a war machine's meditation.
Her eyes snapped open, glowering as her beloved silence was broken. Gods, can't I have just one moment to myself... She growled, floating to the surface. Her head rose out of the water in front of the docks completely dry, treading water to keep her head above the surface.
She glared at the blonde girl and her violin. Starla didn't much appreciate the arts. Whats the point of beauty? It wont make one any stronger. "Excuse me, you're disturbing the quiet." She said coldly, arms crossed under the water. She could've been mistaken for a mermaid if she wasn't so well known around camp. She was revered for her battle skills and her take-no-shit attitude, as well as a bit of a veteran considering she had been at Camp for a good 10 years.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2016 17:52:15 GMT -5
Phoebe looked a little startled when she saw a girl's head pop out of the lake, but it quickly turned mischievous as her music turned to a more peaceful piece. Humming softly to the tune of the First Noel, Phoebe eyed the girl with interest. She seemed to be a mermaid, but the girl looked faintly familiar. Maybe a description she picked up somewhere?
"Moi?" [1.] Phoebe inquired innocently, widening her eyes "Certainement pas moi."[2.] she muttered to herself, eyes twinkling. "Why do you ask?" Her lips twitched up into a mischievous smile and Phoebe idly began the same tune before she began the First Noel. Only this time, she was singing it in Spanish, instead of French. " Y aprovechar esta noche y como joven morir~" [3.]
[1. Me? 2. Certainly not me. 3. Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young~]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 22:25:11 GMT -5
The violin chick changed her tune, a teasing smile upon her face. Starla grimaced, irritated. The blonde started speaking in another language. Starla wasn't sure what irritated her more, the fact that the girl was talking back or the fact that she wasn't speaking English.
The nerve of this blonde little bitch... "Listen, sweetie. I don't know what you're saying and I don't really care. English or not, you need to shut the hell up." She flashed a smile that was definitely far from friendly. Then again, Starla wasn't a friendly person. She wasn't 'vicious' exactly, perhaps cold if anything.
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