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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2014 1:19:09 GMT -5
Keira stood in the bathroom of the Hades cabin. She wore a black tank top and had her long sleeved jacket nearby. She didn't often ever wear tank tops but sometimes she did when she wore a specific shirt but in this case she was just looking at the scars.She didn't even know how she had gotten at Camp Half Blood. She hadn't been up and going much but three days after her being claimed l, she still didn't understand much of what happened and why she was out for nearly a month.It had confused her and wha confused her more was that she was uncouncious for a month. She just stared in the mirror for a moment before she touched the scars that reminded her as if a lion had gotten ahold of her. She only simply touched it. The skin felt raw almost to her she kept feeling it for a moment. She could then hear someone come in seeing as she didn't close the bathroom door to begin with. She jumped and quickly grabbed her jacket covering her scars up quickly before turning to see who came in.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2015 20:59:18 GMT -5
So. Stephen had been claimed by Hades. He had been wondering which god had sired him, and the more of them he learned about, the more he imagined himself as the child of those various gods. Was he a grape person? A war one, an ocean one, a stealing one? Almost all of them did not seem like him. Not at all. Well, it was really hard to tell just what god suited your personality. A personality was complex, not one to be associated with strictly with a single theme of sorts. He was quiet and critical--now, who could that match with? It could be just about anybody (normally such a personality was associated with darkness, but he didn't realize that). Maybe if you refined it to his hobbies, likes, and dislikes...Stephen played the piano; he could be musical like Apollo. He spoke French; he could be an Aphrodite kid. He liked jewels; he could be a Hephaestus kid. He liked wealth, and Hades actually crossed his mind when he thought about the god of riches. However, Hades was mainly known to be the king of the Underworld, and he doubted that he was into creepy afterlife stuff.
But, Hades claimed him. A lot of the campers looked at him with interest for being the child of one of he Big Three, and some of them looked at him as if he were a vampire. Stephen was surprised, for you didn't feel nonchalant when you finally knew who your sire was. But, he had taken it with some sangfroid. Stephen was usually really calm and indifferent. So Hades was his father. The king of the Underworld, the god of the dead and riches. The more he thought about it, the more proud he was, prouder than he would let on. He was the son of a king, king of one of the most important places in mythology. One of the three most powerful gods. And not to mention the god of riches. Yes, that was more like it. He loved wealth, and his father was the patron of wealth. He had been born into a prestigious human family, but his father was equally as noble--even more, in fact. Quite fitting.
And he approved of the cabin. It was the one of the most extravagant and nicest of all those flimsy cabins in the camp. It was like a smaller version of a dark palace, what with its walls of obsidian and it's elegant interior decor. Stephen was used to living in a big house in an upscale neighborhood, so he was glad to go back to living in a fancy house. He was more than happy to get rid of the Hermes cabin, too. That thing had caused him hell and annoyance. Only the poorest brats should reside there, not fine, sophisticated and highborn people like him.
Anyway, he had already gotten settled into the cabin. He had his own kingly looking bed and had his stuff put away in proper shelves. Now, he was going to go into the restroom to wash himself and change, because he had gotten from sparring practice. Stephen wasn't very fond of physical activities, but learning how to defend himself was important, especially after the trauma he had been through from being chased by a monster. He and Eowyn had been utterly defenseless, but now he had the chance to learn how to stand up against those freaks. If he would never be able to get rid of those monsters--if they were the price he had to pay for being the son of Hades--he had no choice but to take the lemons life threw at him, squeeze them into lemonade, and drink it. In other words, he had to put up with learning how to fight with a sword like a stupid LARPer. Even if he thought it was pretty dumb, though, he still payed attention to his lessons and his teacher who he naturally was cynical of but had no choice but to be respectful and deferential to. And, he had to admit, he was beginning to like it a little. Maybe that happened when you wanted to perfect a skill--you ended up liking it, at least somewhat.
After entering the cabin and closed it behind him before walking making his way to one of his shelves, taking out one of his expensive button down shirts, a sweater to go on top of it, and a pair of jeans. Both articles of clothing had been neatly folded to fit in the shelf, of course. Getting up with the folded clothes pressed against his chest with one hand, Stephen then walked over to the bathroom. To his surprise, the door was open, so once he had stepped in front of the door, his eyes met the figure of his dark-haired sister, who was wearing a jacket.
Stephen blinked. Had he accidentally intruded upon her? Seriously, though, if she had wanted privacy she should've closed the door in the first place and locked it. It hadn't been his fault. He didn't see the need to apologize, even if she was going to reproach him. In fact, she probably needed to be reproached for not being careful with her own privacy. "Perhaps you should close the door the next time you enter the bathroom in case you wanted to be alone," he said with a slightly cold edge to his tone. "Either way, if you have nothing better to do in there, I would ask that you vacate it so I can change my clothes."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2015 21:18:50 GMT -5
Keira had just pulled her jacket on quietly and rather quickly. For a moment she had wondered why she hadn't closed the bathroom door. The minute she had turned to see who had walked in only to see it was her brother. She adjusted her jacket even though it made her uncomfortable hot at the moment and for a moment the somewhat fresh scars itched just a bit. "I'll remember that next time I didn't realize i left it open"Keira said frowning just slightly before starting go to leave the bathroom"you could have said please"she said"but whatever I'm vacating now."She said as she made her way past him and she stood in the doorway for a moment before she removed her jacket not caring if he saw her scars or not anymore and started to close the bathroom door behind her so he could change.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2015 22:30:15 GMT -5
The bad thing about the cabin was that it was still a cabin. It might be a nicer cabin, but he was still forced to share one whole room with his siblings, and as already indicated, one bathroom. Stephen would very much prefer to have one big room to himself and a huge bathroom with a jacuzzi bathtub right next to his room, too. It was his private corner, and that was what he had back in his home. However, if he wanted to live, he best live with the fact that he would have to share with these strangers who were his half-siblings. Sad.
With the way he was conducting himself, he doubted that he and his siblings would be all that close to each other. He didn't care all that much; in fact, he was happy to keep the relationships at a distance as he usually did with other people. He knew that he was being the nicest towards his sister. Sure, he was being calm, but calm didn't mean nice. He even forgot to say please, but he said nothing and continued to look at her with sangfroid as she began to exit the bathroom.
He would've just walked in and closed the door behind him. However, when she stood at the entrance next to him, she took off her jacket and he saw scars on her shoulder, arm, and back. His eyes widened somewhat, for they looked like really nasty scars that he hadn't seen before. She must've gotten heavily scratched by a monster. That thought almost made him want to wince, for it must've hurt. And Stephen realized that he actually did feel a little sorry for her.
But he said nothing, for she already moved away. He walked into the bathroom and was about to close it, but she closed it for him. Well, that was good. He proceeded to remove his dirty clothes and change into his clean ones, but while he did he kept on thinking about those scars.
And then he was finished changing and he tossed his dirty clothes into the dirty clothes bin in the corner. And with that he opened the door and exited the bathroom. He looked around to see if anyone was still in the cabin. Alas, Keira was still there.
Stephen casually walked over to his bed, sitting down on the edge and looking at the ceiling for a moment. He wanted to ask Keira about her scars, but he was a little too reserved to make himself appear a little too curious about something that didn't concern him. Besides, even if she was foolish enough to show those scars around, she may be snappy about talking about them as well. But oh well, he figured he should just at least talk to her. She was his sister, after all, even if he still didn't feel like they were related at all yet.
He looked at her again. "So...how is your day so far?" he asked her blandly. She could respond to that casual query however she wanted, because everyone had different ideas of how their day went thus far. Stephen was a little awkward with conversing normally, because usually he just kept to himself. He wasn't used to bonding with others on a regular basis. But again, she was his sister, another child of Hades. She was worth the try to him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2015 1:37:59 GMT -5
After she had closed the door not much caring if he saw her scars and what he would say,She went to her bed and sat down on it. She laid back carefully her dark eyes closed in thought. Almost instantly as she did memories flooded to her and she blinked and had to sit up quietly. She ran a hand through her hair looking around the cabin. She needed some sort of distractions to keep her mind of the painful memories she just tried to keep supressed and try not to remember. Though they neer do and she would remember waking up from her sleep from a dream which was mostly the bad memories she tried to forget creep into her dreams.
Keira then gave a soft sigh and looked around the cabin again dragging herself from her thoughts. As she heard her half brother finish changing. She sat on the side of her bed again.Though almost immediatly getting lost in her thoughts. She'd been doing that for a bit every since becoming councious after being uncouncious for a month for the wound she received from her suspossed new and last foster mother only to find out she was a monster and was attack everything else always seemed a blur to her.
She quietly pulled her legs crossing them on the bed quietly. The sixteen year old daughter of Hades then heard her half brother leavee the bathroom and settle on his bed. She heard him as how her day was so far and she snapped out of her thoughts blinking her dark eyes. She looked to her half brother,Stephen,quietly thinking of a reply to give him instead of 'its ok' she blinked then said"It's um i guess a bit bothersome for me I guess I'm still trying to understand everything and then try to cope with the scars"She said which normally she wouldn't open up as easy but she didn't know why but she felt she just needed to talk to someone.
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