Calling all Demigods! discussion

Name: Phoebe
Mood: Pensive
Date: Written Before Arriving at Camp
Diary Entry:

She thinks I can't hear her; she always thinks that. But I can and it hurts. Mom tries to never cry around me. I think know she does it to stay strong. We've been here before so what makes this time worse than before?

Bobbie Jean said the entire town is in jeopardy since the paper mill shut down. Her folks are talking about moving up north to live with her grandpappy on the farm. Wished Mom and I had a grandpappy. Maybe then she wouldn't cry so much.

...think she's done with the good ole cry. The wall isn't shaking as much. She must have fallen asleep. I can't. I'm too worried about tomorrow. I stole a peek at the account and we have enough to last the next few weeks.

Wish she'd let me take that job at DQ. At least then we could have a few extra bucks for groceries. But she doesn't want me to face ridicule both at school AND at a job. Guess I don't blame her but still one of these days we're going to have to work around my hand.

Tomorrow's a new day. Teach is going to show me how to make pendants. She usually lets me keep the materials. Maybe this time I'll make a decent enough pendant to sell.

...maybe.

Light's coming. And that means school. DREAD! I best wash up. There's no sleep coming now.

One of these days, I'll make enough to support the both of us and there will be no more wakeless nights of worry. I wish.

Great! ^^ I'm so glad you joined!

Really good!

Thanks! I may get into the holiday spirit and write another prequel entry for funsies.

Name: Phoebe
Mood: Apprehension
Date: Informed About Camp
Diary Entry:

...she doesn't want me? Logically, I understand she hasn't the means to provide for me but why do I feel dumped?

Mom said Dad made a visit and encouraged her to place me in some camp that supposedly all my half-brother and half-sisters live. Initially, I thought I have a player for a Dad? But once Mom explained, I'm not sure which would be better -- a player or a god?

One can be explained to friends. The other pegs me as a weirdo and given the state of my hand, I don't need something else to fuel that fire.

I ran away to my special spot. My whole body felt on fire and the pain in my hand wasn't relenting. It hurts more and I'm scared to admit to Mom that the deformity seems to be spreading past my wrist. But I shouldn't bother her more than I already have.

What is she going to do? How am I going to reach her? What's in store for me at this camp?!

If it's anything like my school, there will be no place to hide. I'll have less of a chance to hide my hand. And worse, I'll be the laughing stock with these hand-me-down clothes.

Would Dad be pissed if I ran off from camp to stay with Mom again? Wonder if Wal-Mart will let us stay in their camp section. Free tents. Cheap food.

What am I saying? That's a pipe dream and ridiculous!

I love the worries voiced by this character, they're incredibly realistic. Great job again, Tanja!

Name: Deon Weaver
Mood: Dreaming
Date: Sometime after CTF - Comatose
Entry:

…dream entry while Deon's in a coma.

Holly's going to have my head for this. How many times did we discuss this situation? Plenty. We went through every scenario and every acceptable usage of power. Under no circumstances was I to repeat what had happened.

Losing control just because won't be an acceptable answer. She'll want a clear and direct one. Athenians…always getting to the heart of a matter.

Did she get to hers? Was Ajax beaten? How did he react? Who won?

The scene changes to a scorched landscape where once a lush forest stood.

Broken. Burnt. Beaten.

The dryads will come. There's no excuse to save me this time. I willfully lost control, but why? I hardly remember what triggered it.

Daggers. Arrows. Music.

We were attacked. I held them off and she…she…

Airlia. Airie. Minx.

You poisoned me. You intoxicate me. Every night, I hear your voice and see your face before I sleep. You exhaust me. You enliven me. This is all your fault. Your spell ruined me.

I cannot trust my own feelings. You invaded my thoughts and inserted yourself into my very being. I will never forgive you but I can never leave your side.

We aren't meant to be. This is all fantasy put on by your handiwork. Just as well. Your eyes are for someone else. I wasn't enough for you and I…

I must move on. There are others to seek. Maybe through them I can finally find something real. Maybe I can make my heart quicken again and it won't be a lie.

Maybe Xeena was right. It is time to settle rather than chasing. Perhaps Sam. Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps.

I have a twist for this that I'm messaging you right now.

INCREDIBLE JOB BTW.

Amazing. :D
Loved it.

~LOVE~

But Xeena is hardly ever right. She talks out her ass. If Sam were real, she'd be drinking after reading this^^

The unedited first draft story about Dante

*****

Susanna. How your name springs eternal in my heart.

Dante pulled his attentions away from the string quartet to smile fondly at his companion. Their fingers brushed against each other upon their shared arm rest before threading together securely. Her cerulean eyes and pale skin held the riches of the deep sea, equally sparkling as a fresh water pearl.

She shyly smiled as she squirmed on her seat, then whispered a warning, "Dante."

The string quartet played on, oblivious to the nervous energy between the newly dating couple. Dante lifted their combined hands to press a kiss across Susanna's knuckles. His dare to instigate the flirting further caused her to bat her eyes and look away.

An older couple behind them gently cleared their throats. Dante got the point and straightened in his seat to face forward.

The Brotherhood may continue to dispute Dante's godly heritage regardless of Hades making a personal visit but they never forsook the boy. Every chance they could get, they lured Dante back to the church and especially Italy. When he was given a pass to the Holy City, he, of course, brought Susanna. And now they were in Rome, listening to a string quartet amongst the rich and famous. Having money from Hades had its advantages, too.

Before Dante glanced back at Susanna, directly ignoring the old couple from behind, a shadowy figure crossed the symphony hall and inched closer and closer toward him.

That was the beginning of the end.

********
A year later…

"Who or what are you, Dante? How can you be so unfeeling?" Susanna demanded between her tears.

Dante stood unmoving from his place by the lake. It was spring with its glorious colors and promises of love and happiness. All Dante saw was grays and an endless future of darkness. Ever since the symphony, he concluded to himself.

Stone-faced, he glanced at Susanna. Bored. "You behave as if the world ended," he resigned himself to say.

Susanna crossed the distance between them and slapped him hard across the face. "She was my mother!! The world ended with her death. I thought…of all people…you could understand. The boy who can speak with death itself and yet has no heart for the living. Were we a joke all this time?"

Bitterness became this daughter of Aphrodite's weapon and she stabbed Dante with it by every word. And yet, he remained motionless. "You were interesting while it lasted. And your crying over a death is tiresome. People die. Move on."

"You BASTARD!" Another slap came followed by the wail of a broken heart.

********
The day after…

"Did you hear that he plays with dead animals?"

"GROSS!"

"CREEPY!"

"And I hear he's fallen in love with a ghost!"

"How absurd!"

"No, it's true. They say she walks the lake at night, wearing a white dress."

********
Waking from CTF injuries…

"It's awake."

Dante cracked an eye at the heartless tone taken by the dryad nurse. He'd learned to accept such treatment. After all, what had he done to deserve a shred of kindness? And why would he seek useless emotions when he had a bigger task? Death and the afterlife.

"It can hear you and it is just fine, merci," Dante spoke coldly. "It will get up and leave now."

Before the nurse could threaten him with a list of whatever the medical professions try to throw at you for disobeying, Dante raised and slide off the cot. His weapons were neatly resting on the chair alongside which he collected and meticulously attached to their appropriate sheaths on his belt. Each sheathing echoed a memory from his sleep -- Susanna smiling at the concert, Susanna crying at the lake and…a girl of white. He neatly tied those up as he did his daggers, all to be stowed away until needed.

And he walked out the door without looking back -- at the nurse or the broken hearted girl in white who fluttered in the corner of the infirmary, waiting…always waiting.

I ~love~ it.

O.o
~love~ it.

So delightfully disturbing.

Oh, wow. Amazing...

Thank you. Dante seems most fitting of all to have such a disturbing past. ~love~ as Ivi and Iso said.

Now maybe a Phoebe or Dante story. Hm.

:3 <3 HI DERR. I'M WRITING THE TROJAN WAR OUTLINE AND... OH, JUST READ THE LAST FEW POSTS OF CHARACTER SELF-CHAT.

The unedited first draft story about Deon & Airlia's fall to summer adventure together.

*****

"The world's mine oyster
Which I with sword will open."

"Deon, if you're done with your Shakespearan-Titanic moment, I've better ways to occupy your time," cooed a lustrous voice from the open port window.

Deon pushed away from the railing and stretched far and wide as though to engulf the vast stretch of ocean within his arms. Diamonds sparkled across the watery surface. Gulls flew overhead.

They had been at sea for an entire semester, learning hands on a variety of diplomatic and leadership skills, while earning college credit toward their degrees. The call of the horn signaled their near arrival to the Greek isles and suffice to say it had the two demigods excited and nervous.

He stepped into Airlia's cabin, a tall tanned figure reminiscent of his father, Zeus. Lingering by the doorway with his hands at the top of the door frame, he watched his Eros beauty move about the cabin.

Time spent in the sun made her more exquisite than before and not to mention how eager Airlia had been to build the schoolhouse in Kenya caused him to fall in love all over again. This year spent doing humanitarian efforts plus a semester of school at sea was a great idea; he smiled at the thought before interrupting their quiet bliss.

"We're almost there. So when do you turn into a smiling cherub in a diaper?" he teased.

Airlia looked up from packing to throw a towel at his head. "After you're thrown overboard for bad jokes."

Naturally, he caught the towel and wrapped it around his neck, chuckling, and then approached. His arms slid comfortably about her waist as he pulled her close. A light kiss ensued.

"Alright. I deserved that. Did I tell you today how beautiful you are? A face that could launch a thousand ships." Bemused by her, he leaned in for another kiss, oblivious to what may be in store for this new couple.

******
That's what I have now. It's far too raw and rough around the edges. I could have tagged in more at the end but I thought it was too perfect to transition to the Trojan War storyline!

Noooo, nooo, Tanja, it was beeyootifool! :D It's exactly what Airlia would have said. ^^ <3

~love~

Great! I thought this would work perfectly for your TW plottage.

Mwahahahahahha... :)

Name: Dante
Mood: Undefinable
Date: Written Shortly After Aureline's Arrival
Diary Entry:

The year away hardened her resolve; I was anticipating another publicized fallout. Time hasn't diminished the bitterness and hatred between us. She blames me for Susanna. And on some level I blame myself, too.

Susanna invaded and conquered me in ways no one should ever have over a son of Hades. Her joy became mine for my own was burned to dust. Her love, a daughter of Aphrodite, gathered those ashes to cause a spark...and my rebirth. With her, I lingered longer amongst the living. I appeared normal for her.

But it was a lie. I couldn't dare bring Susanna to the darkness I face. But it wasn't my decision to control for she stumbled upon me during that time. She couldn't look at me the same way. Her eyes no longer saw me as a Phoenix but instead a Gorgon -- cursed.

We held onto each other for as long as possible. Irrationally, we must have thought if we continue that something would change but it didn't and I was forced...no, I had to break my Susanna's heart for her sake. No daughter of Aphrodite should be in this prison. We've seen what it had done to Persephone. I couldn't do that to her. And in order to embrace myself and live without her, everything had to go.

When Susanna died, so did my heart. I refrained from emotions, I excused myself from social interactions and I denied a chance at rebirth. To this, I felt like I honored Susanna until she looked at me with those sad eyes, clutched my cheek and whispered her desire that I move on.

In the end, it wasn't me who dealt the final blow. Susanna did. And she knew best how to tear my barriers asunder. She said when we heal, there is pain in the beginning.

That would explain my encounter with Aureline. We've barely spoken a civil word to another since Susanna. Our words are laced with poison and knives. If we could disregard the consequences, we may have harmed each other.

But what caused me to kiss her? At the time, I thought it would shut her completely and force her to escape in horror. Punishment. I wanted her to feel pain instead of standing there with her accusations, mocking me with her eyes and accussing with her tone. She pushed. I pushed back. But why was there pleasure? Why was there light with her ice? And why do I hunger and itch to scratch at that light again?

Susanna, you may have cursed me to return to life. Do I forgive or da*n you?

Name: Lily
Mood: Revenge
Date: Written Shortly After Fighting BBQ Chicken
Diary Entry:

Hours later and I've earned the title - Bucktooth Chicken. How I laughed at every "sly and witty" comment. No, really, they were hilarious. Those campers are on my list for a Groaner.

Truthfully, I would have hopped onto the table, then performed the Chicken Dance, but they passed the Mess Hall! Curse your timing, Cullen! The Dreamies looked right at me!! Now there goes my chances at securing a date. You're fortunate it wasn't Lucas. Then, you would be as dead as a flea on a satyr! DO YOU HEAR ME?!

Siiiiiiigh. Lucas. I caught him returning and was certain he didn't see me. Gosh. Dare I say he's become more handsome? My girlfriends think that's Myra's doing. Feh! Why does she get the guy? Yeah, I know! I should have long ago approached him but how could a girl in braces ever DREAM of catching his heart?

This is stupid. Can I get an OBSESSION!? Don't know why I fixated on him. Maybe because when he first spoke to me, I lost all feeling in my knees. Dad said that's when he knew with mother. Wobbly, sputtering and in awe. Yup. The girl who has faced stampeding elephants, rampaging monkeys and stalking lions lost her ability to think.

...fishes. Dad said there's a million of them. I should get my suit and go swimming for another. OOOOOOR not.

This girl needs to regroup and devise a plot for revenge. Cullen MUST be embarassed at all costs!

Aureline: *busy writing her own diary entry and plotting something*
Myra: e__________e Paws off my man, Weed Girl.
Me: :D:D:D:D

LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lily: 'Fraid you'll have to chase down every camper that has pin-up Lucas posters. Not that I own such a poster. *tears it up*
Me: Hee! Thought you'd like it :) Had to go silly on Lily a bit.

LOL. I loved it. I JUST FINISHED AURELINE'S, I'M POSTING IT NOW.

Name: Dante
Mood: Undetermined
Date: Written During the Clinic Trip
Diary Entry:

She's afraid terrified. She doesn't sleep. Her life is a waking nightmare. There's an expectation of me; I can see it whenever she looks at me for support. I'm an anchor holding her fiercely to the ground and am . . .

half-afraid she'll storm out of my life to join her father. Ice is her haven. It prevents anyone from hurting her but it also keeps everyone out. I cause her to melt; she's told me this and our unions destroy all doubt. I ache from this inability to become this heoric image of a companion; each bitter glare, angry snarl, sad coldness pushes me and I am . . .

half-afraid of what she's done to me. These turbulent emotions cannot surface save for the steady calm or fiery passion to prevent Aureline from completely shattering. What exists inside hasn't the same powerful effect as it does to me. To her, the alien waits to destroy her from the inside-out. To me, I see it. I am a son of the Underworld God. I know the countdown to when a soul readies for the journey below. So why can't I see this one?

A child. We have a child. I half want to rejoice but withhold those thoughts and feelings. Aureline isn't prepared and I suspect unable to handle the emotional responsibility. The brotherhood taught me to value these small miracles; my demigod duties taught me the same. I purposely shoved caring away after Susanna unfairly was ripped from me. We broke because I tried to protect her from me. What will happen to Aureline over this? I am . . .

afraid. Glacies isn't permitted to go. But am I ready to accept her decision with the child? Can I? Will I?

The best perk of my afternoon math class by far. Poor Dante... He's confused as what to do with the shattering Glacies. ;( I love how he says she's "not permitted to go". IT IS NOT ALLOWED.

Glad you laughed. Dante's very practical. The woman simply breaks the rules with irrational thoughts. >.>

^ Laugh? Never. But I loved it. :3

=( it's kind of sad, but I loved it!!!

It is very sad, isn't it :(

Yes!!! Please have Dante convince her to not getting an abortion!!!

Sorry, I'm taking this kind of personally^^

Haha. Personally I'm pro-abortion... again, personally. It just doesn't make sense otherwise.

But we'll see. It doesn't seem like Dante wants to get rid of the baby, but Aureline's all for it.

I saw that^^

Yep. :3 Hopefully the outcome shall be sorted today.

Yes! I hope so, too!!

xD So many people want an Aureline/Dante baby. Except, of course, for Aureline. sweet irony.

LolZ. Irony is awesome. Sometimes.

Aureline: -.- Ha, ha.

XD