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Post by Lauren Gray on Jun 21, 2012 14:09:21 GMT -5
Lauren daughter of Apollo was oblivious to the chaos that occured in the Underworld. Her light blue eyes relaxed as she hummed in the tall tower. She was a artist of many sorts, from painting, to music, she loved it all. Her joy was radiant despite the fact she was dead. Well really she forgot she was dead sometimes. She felt more like she was alive but immortal and awaiting her friend's arrival. Surely that couldn't be too bad?
Painting a imaginary sunset she looked out the tower window at the field. She had a feeling she was forgetting something...someone...who had she not seen recently? She frowned. The daughter of Apollo thought for a moment. What was it she was forgetting?
Well there was no pondering it now. She was infact painting a picture. A gorgeous scene really. And Michael Angelo was also painting his portrait. The two had gotten to know each other. Really Lauren had spent her dead days meeting the dead. Learning and acquiring new skills that will in no way help her in the future. But it was a pass time...
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Post by Aaron Shade on Jun 24, 2012 23:33:57 GMT -5
Shade rubbed the lazy sleep from his eyes with a small yawn. It was a pleasant day, as pleasant as it could get in the Underworld, at least. No ghosts were going around bothering him. They moved away from him like a magnet on full reverse. He liked it that way. It was like he gave off that intimidating heavy aura. He tended to do that to spirits.
the son of Hades slid his hazel eyes around to assess the situation. He raised a brow, spotting a girl ghost stroke her brush across a canvas, depicting a nice scenery that couldn't be found down here. After a long time, those in the Fields of Punishment couldn't paint anymore, much less think of a bright scenery to paint. He guessed the Isles were the best places to hang after all. Shade turned, looking around for some kind of demigod hero here. There were plenty to choose from, but he felt like picking one his age instead of the usual Heracles, Jason, Odysseus, Theseus, and so on. No, today, maybe he would practice with someone new.
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Post by Lauren Gray on Jun 25, 2012 19:49:04 GMT -5
Lauren’s light blue eyes fell on Shade. She wasn’t gorgeous. She was merely normal. Especially compared to the children of Aphrodite. The daughter of Apollo smiled brightly. Brighter than the sun she was painting. Her eyes leaving the sight of the sunrise her father brings. “Hello,” she sang to him “Your Shade right? Son of Hades? I know you, we used to go to camp together,” she told him oblivious to the fact he wasn’t dead as well due to the fact her eyes returned to her painting as did most of her focus. Though she did listen for his words.
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Post by Aaron Shade on Jun 25, 2012 21:26:13 GMT -5
The girl was talking to her. It was a surprise that anyone spoke up to the son of Hades down here, and he turned with a puzzled look at Lauren. "Excuse me?" Shade wasn't sure how else to reply. From Hades' fabricated memories, he had gone to camp as a spy, and nothing else. He was just simply gaining intel from the demigods there. They were a pathetic bunch, and this cheerful daughter of Apollo was on his list of needing pity. she had given her life for some of the useless on the quest he had been dragged on.
"Oh, right, Lauren, yes. Hello, it's...good to see you again." Shade's expression turned dark, and his smile was dripping with fakeness and cruelty, "It was the most unpleasant stay undercover that I've ever done. Quite the useless bunch of demigods the Olympians bothered to hide there."
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Post by Lauren Gray on Jun 26, 2012 13:35:36 GMT -5
Lauren smile faltered "Your memory is still messed up?" she asked still not noticing he wasn't dead. "You know when you first arrived at camp you looked close to dead. I meet you in the infirmary. I was helping heal when they brought you in," she told him stroking the brush lightly in a peaceful harmony. "You used to talk to Terry alot. The two seemed close to being siblings. It was quite warming really..." she then finished her sunset. Stepping back to admire it. With a smile she spun to face Shade
"What do you think-" her question was cut short. Her eyes widening in a bit of confusion "Your not dead?" she noted. Not really asking. Her eyes surveying him. And he was still the same person who attacked camp...
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Post by Aaron Shade on Jun 26, 2012 19:32:52 GMT -5
"My memory is fine, thank you very much. the only reason I set foot in that disgusting place was to gain more information on you guys. Terry in general was a fool. His fatal flaw is, no doubt, blind trust." Shade scoffed with an icy tone, nowhere near kind. In fact, each word he uttered would tear away at any camper.
"I had some...inconveniences on the way to the camp. I got caught by surprise. I used you campers to heal." He eyed her painting with minimal interest, not showing any sign of being impressed. Art wasn't something he appreciated or took a liking in. "You seem to finally understand." He rolled his hazel eyes when she turned around with a shocked expression. "Betrayed you guys? Ha! I was just playing around with all your feelings. Never was on your side or whatever." He waved a hand dismissively. "You sure are slow for a cabin leader...but you're not one anymore. Figures."
(Sorry....he's a jerk...)
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Post by Lauren Gray on Jun 26, 2012 20:09:38 GMT -5
(all good)
Lauren surveyed him calmly. "You are completely lost. You lack common sense poor child," she told him. Nothing stung her, she cared. But it didn't hurt. She knew this wasnt Shade. And she would try to get him back. Turning back to her canvas she studied it. Wiping her hands on her apron she spoke to the other artist in the tower "Hey I'm leaving the stuff here," she told him before taking off the apron and walking out of the tower waiting for Shade to follow.
"Nothing you say makes sense. Why? It's simple. Why were you aiming for camp? Wouldn't it be easier to just target one person? You would have certainly finally succeeded." she told him with a small smile. "What grudge do you have against demigods?" she asked him walking down the ateps.
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Post by Aaron Shade on Jun 26, 2012 23:40:17 GMT -5
Shade blinked at her nonchalant reaction. All of the campers he had seen defended their home like it was their sanctuary. Okay, maybe it was because it was their sanctuary, but still... He watched her move away from her art. He didn't reply to any of her comments, completely indifferent to her provocations. She was a ghost that had earned her stay in the Isles of Blest. She was below him. He wouldn't sink low enough to bother talking to her, much less argue.
He sighed when she turned. Obviously she wanted his company, although he wasn't entirely sure why. All the ghosts parted in his path. "What I say makes perfect sense," he replied with an irritated harshness, "I was just surveying the camp for a while, and got dragged along in the stupid quest. I quit because I wanted to, and looped back around. I just wanted to destroy what I hated. You all are pathetic. All this and that about loyalty, honesty, what it means to be a hero. But in the end, none of you are true heroes." His hazel eyes narrowed as he threw a look of scorn at the wall while walking down the steps. His lone shadow threw itself against the stairs, him being the only one alive and opaque to have a shade figure. "They all end up, unfortunately, like you." He stopped at the bottom of the steps and moved quickly out of the front door to the outside of the Underworld. He didn't like it in walled spaces.
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Post by Lauren Gray on Jun 26, 2012 23:45:52 GMT -5
Lauren Gray smiled "Being a hero. It's the one thing demigods live for. If not trying to be this clique hero what should we live for Shade? If we will never amount to anything? If we are below you even after death why bother just bringing us to your home from ours when we had no contact? So much hatred you had to our campers you brought them to your Underworld?" she asked him with a grin as she stepped outside.
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Post by Aaron Shade on Jun 26, 2012 23:54:23 GMT -5
Shade sighed, turning to her with the shake of his head. "That's where you are wrong, Lauren Gray. This is certainly not my Underworld. This if my father's. It will never be, or even come close to one fourth being, mine. Remember that. I do what he tells me to. He is my patron, and I am linked to him, sworn to be his soldier." He glared at the ghost girl, wondering just what her issue was, and why she was still here trying to make a conversation with him. It wasn't for pleasure, hopefully, because it wasn't a nice subject for a camper.
"Getting to wreck havoc on those I hated was a bonus. You all think you deserve a stay in the Isles, but even you glorious heroes have your darkest secrets. Upon entering this realm, they are openly exposed, and your past is reviewed." Shade's expression had turned stony calm, void of all emotion. "You are not heroes, only the god's trained soldiers fighting for them. I'm a pawn. I hate you all, and myself for it. But this is what the Fates want from us. Nothing more, nothing less."
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Post by Lauren Gray on Jun 26, 2012 23:59:14 GMT -5
Lauren arched her eyebrow "Now are those your words Aaron Shade, or the words you were forced to have engraved in your brain?" she asked him. But shook her head "As demigods we strive to be the heroes our parents would be proud of. Now along the way we enjoy life. Surely killing people you claim you don't know and hated before you even meet them isn't a joy in life? It could bring pride from your father, but seeing the ghost of a smal girl isn't possibly joyous." she told him pausing "You know. They say don't judge a book by it's cover Shade. What's your opinion on the quote?"
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Post by Aaron Shade on Jun 27, 2012 0:10:14 GMT -5
Shade rolled his eyes, stopping their walking pace. He turned to her with a frustrated expression. "Yeah, so what? I said I was linked, didn't I? When I was little, I was stupid. I wanted to impress my father. Now, he has permission to mess around with me as he pleases. I don't care. Part of this," he tapped on his head, "is still me, no matter how crazy you think I am."
"I never said killing in general was joyous, but orders are orders." He shoved his hands into his pockets, his hood tucked over his head, covering a tiny reflection of doubt in his eyes. He didn't always like it, but he did what he was told, and didn't mess anything up. He looked at her with a puzzled air around him. "What? What does that have to do with-" The son of Hades abruptly cut off. "I...think that it's pointless. Appearances tell some of the story. Or at least- that's what I was taught."
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Post by Lauren Gray on Jun 27, 2012 0:16:41 GMT -5
Lauren nodded "So you enjoy being a tiny, thoughtless, useless, robot." she said then tilting her head to the side "So what did you do to deserve such a punishment. or is it an honor to you?"
Lauren nodded "So you do have common sense. And your own brain. Just checking. Because it seems like you only take orders and never think for yourself," she smiled "Tell me Shade. During this whole process did you ever try to pursue happiness? I doubt your father would neglect it to you," she told him.
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Post by Aaron Shade on Jun 27, 2012 0:24:08 GMT -5
Shade had to count to ten before replying, resisting the urge to snap at her. "I am not-" He turned at her, his hazel eyes blazing in fury, and then the moment passed, and he stopped. He was, and he couldn't really defend himself. With a huff, he turned back around, picking up their walk again. "I never said I enjoyed it," he growled, "It's neither and honor nor a punishment. It is my life. I do not deny my fate."
The son of Hades ignored her comment about not having a mind of his own. He laughed at her question, thought it was not a happy kind of laugh, more like one of scorn. "I do not have a will to "pursue happiness", such a thing does not exist. Once you feel satisfied, you crave more, and then, eventually, it will be pulled out of your grasp, and you will be left alone. I have a life down here. I have things I do not want to leave behind, and I will not try for more."
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Post by Lauren Gray on Jun 27, 2012 0:32:50 GMT -5
Lauren shrugged "You said that judging a book by it's over was pointless. What cover do you think you have? And what do you consider your substance? What makes you you, what makes Shade different than me or Kathrine Woods? What makes you better than Terry Coleman? Is it the fact you follow orders instead of have fun lek Matthew Erikson?" she asked.
Lauren shook her head "So with your short life, you don't try to enjoy it before having to come down to the Underworld and be your father's slave all over again? Doesn't seem too smart..." she told him "Why not search for the meaning of life? Surely you can try to write your own fate rather than have someone toss it at you and say, hey do this,"
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