Percy Jackson RP group discussion

Residents Are: Scarlett Hawthorne, Candice Spindler, Jackson Harper Jenkins, Namari Quilina, Forrest Grey, etc...

Jackson led Emory to his cabin, holding the door open for her.

Emory smiled, walking into the cabin.

"Vielen Dank, mein guter Herr," they laughed.

(Why thank you, my good sir.)

“You’re welcome!” Jackson said with a grin. His cabin had few beds, most of which were empty except for maybe 4. Over his bed was a collection of Polaroid photos, all of which were of a younger looking Jackson and a red head girl, all of them with the two of them messing around. He sat down on his bed, where Tripper was sleeping.

(https://images.gr-assets.com/hostedim... (this is what the red head / Chrysanthemum looked/looks like)

Emory looked around, eventually spotting Jackson's bed. They gently pet Tripper as he slept before setting Roger's cage on the floor and letting the bunny out.

"So, this is the cabin of the ever-so-mysterious Hades kids," Emory smiled, looking over at the polaroids.

“Mouse, mouse, mouse.” Tripper muttered as he slept.

Jackson heard what Tripper said and laughed. “Yeah, it is. It’s pretty depressing other than my Polaroid wall. Even that is kind of depressing at times.” He stared up at the pictures of him and Chrysanthemum and smiled.

Emory looked back down at Tripper, continuing to pet him before looking back up at the Polaroid wall.

"That girl..Is that Chrysanthemum?" Emory asked, looked at Jackson.

“Chrysanthemum Sabrina O’Malley in the flesh,” Jackson said, sounding happy and sad at the same time. “Well Polaroid picture.”

(Abraham Delacey, Giuseppe Casey, Thomas O'Malley *insert trumpet noises here*, O'Malley the alley cat /lhj /ref I love the Aristocats)




"Does it help you remember her?" Emory asked. "The Polaroids?"

( :D )

“Honestly I don’t think I could ever forget her. She was my best friend, like a sister. It didn’t matter she was from a different cabin, we didn’t care that we didn’t share the same blood. She was my sister. She still is.” Jackson said, petting Tripper.

"I've never lost someone like that. I'm really sorry." Emory said, looking back at him.

“Thank you.” He said before pausing. “My bio mother? She couldn’t take care of me. She’s probably dead. She didn’t have the money. My adoptive parents? They’re dead. My father? He won’t call me his son. He denies I exist. My practical sister? Dead.” Jackson said, not meeting Emory’s eyes. “But you know, it’s okay. I’m fine.”

Emory's gaze softened. "That doesn't change the fact that I still feel bad. You didn't deserve anything like that."

Jackson sighed. “Well I must’ve to have that much death to the people close to me. Either that or the fates are cutting the string of whoever gets close to me.”

(Got to go, be back tomorrow)

"Well, the Fates all suck, and they can eat my foot," Emory replied, crossing their arms.

"I'm serious though. I haven't even known you for two days, and I know that you didn't deserve to have everything taken away from you."

ᵗⁱᶠᶠᵃⁿʸ ᵖⁱᵖᵉʳ ᶠⁱᵉʳʳᵒ ᵐᶜˡᵉᵃⁿ wrote: "(Got to go, be back tomorrow)"

(Alrighty! ^^)

Jackson didn’t reply, looking down at Tripper. He continued to pet him but didn’t say anything.

Emory sighed, sitting beside Jackson.

"I mean it, Jackson."

Jackson didn’t know how to form words, because of the pure pain gathering around his heart, filling his chest. This pain was the type that would eat away at you, leaving nothing left but more pain. He tried to speak but didn’t know what to say so he simply stopped trying.

Emory stayed by Jackson's side, not saying anything.

Jackson’s eyes started watering as he brought his knees to his chest, still unable to say anything. In his head there was this voice telling him everything that was wrong with him, pointing out all his flaws and confirming all his worse fears. He wanted to say something, but between the pain and the voice in his head he was unable.

Emory looked at him, seeing the pain in his eyes yet they said nothing for a while.

Jackson finally got out some words. “It hurts. So much.” He said softly, trying not to cry.

"I know," Emory said, gently placing her hand on his back.

Jackson tried to block out the noise in his head, and succeeded for the most part. The pain in his chest subsided slightly, though not much. He tried to think of a distraction to keep him from breaking down. He needed to think of something to get rid of the pain, or at least stuff down the pain. He pet Tripper, blinking away the tears. This woke up Tripper.

Emory looked down at Tripper as he woke up.

"Good morning, Tripper."

“Woah. Jackson, buddy, it’s okay. Emory, what happened?” Tripper asked, rubbing against Jackson’s legs. “Did that Frieda do something?”

Emory shook her head. "No, Frieda did nothing to him," they muttered, gently patting Tripper.

“Jackson, what happened?” Tripper asked, giving him a moment to reply before continuing to speak. “Jackson, Jackson, you’re okay. I’m here. Please answer me.”

Jackson looked down at Tripper. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” He said to Tripper.

Emory's eyes softened as she gently rubbed Jackson's back. It was easy to tell that Jackson was not okay, but they didn't press further.

“Even a dog could tell your not okay Jackson.” Tripper said with a sigh. “What happened? Emory?” He looked up at her.

Jackson remained silent.

Emory stayed quiet, looking back at Jackson as they continued to rub his back.

“Wirklich, mir geht es gut. Ich verspreche es.” Jackson said to both Tripper and Emory.

(Really, I’m fine. I promise.)

Emory nodded, not fully Jackson but choosing to respect his word.

“Stop lying. You always do this! You’re not fine! Stop lying to me. It’s about Crystal isn’t it?” Tripper said, pawing at Jackson.

Emory looked at Tripper before looking back at Jackson with a confused expression.

Jackson glared at Tripper. “I’m fine.” He said firmly.

“Liar!” Tripper replied.

"Tripper, relax," Emory said, narrowing their eyes at the cat.

(Sorry, I was doing something)

Jackson glared at Tripper once more. “Do you want me to say I’m not fine? Is that better?” He spat at the cat.

Emory sighed. "Please don't argue. Jackson can say what's bothering him if he wants to, he doesn't have to talk."

Tripper shook his head. “Whatever. I’m going to go find some mice.”

Jackson looked at Emory. “Thank you.”

"It's nothing." Emory smiled.

“It certainly is not nothing.” Jackson said, his accent covering his words.

"Whatever you say," Emory replied, shaking their head playfully.

Jackson smiled at her. “My book came in early this morning.” He pulled it out of his bag by the foot of his bed.

Emory's face lit up as she saw the book.

"Really?"

“Yeah. I haven’t opened it yet. Do you want to do the honors?” Jackson asked.

"Yes. Give me. Please," Emory said, holding out her hands like a small child waiting to get a cookie.