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Post by Jarrod Hart on Oct 31, 2012 0:45:13 GMT -5
Jarrod was still confused with all this nonsensical mythical news he'd received only the day previous. A son of Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty? It all seemed a bit more like literature or ancient history homework rather than reality.
Finding his way, finally, to the dormitory, he opened the door to find a large common room full of curious faces. He could tell just from a glance some of the girls were already checking him out - a couple guys, too, making him very uncomfortable! Quickly scanning the signs, he found the top line was written in English, the bottom in some weird hieroglyphic language of some sort. As quickly as his dyslexia would allow, he followed the sign which pointed up a stairway, indicating the Aphrodite, Hephaestus, and Ares dorms. Climbing these stairs, he thought back to the life he had before.
Vanessa must be wondering about him, by now. They texted, constantly, and had been dating for almost a year, now. He'd love to see her familiar face - even a picture - but his phone was confiscated the moment he stepped onto campus, along with all the photos saved on it. He'd been forced to leave in such a hurry, packing only a couple suitcases full of clothes and necessities, he wasn't permitted time to say goodbye.
Opening the door to his room, he found it empty. Hesitating a moment, he eventually entered and found what appeared to be an unused bunk. Setting his things down, there, he unpacked a few things and began to change out of his clothes which he'd been wearing since yesterday morning - not having time to change beforehand. He'd been so rushed, he had not time to himself - not even a second.
Taking out a new pair of clothes, he stumbled upon something his father must have slipped into his luggage - a gold necklace with a sapphire embedded within a ring of silver. It was a family heirloom and a piece of home, something familiar. Silently thanking him, he slipped it on, as well as his new change of clothes.
Now, all that was left was unpacking - a task he may just save for later when he was finally informed where his things were supposed to go.
Just then, he heard a faint knock at the door. Wondering who it could be, he stuttered for a moment. "Um... c-come in?" |
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Post by Tori Sullivan on Jan 6, 2013 10:51:23 GMT -5
Tori Sullivan glided in. Hazel eyes studied the new boy "Are you new here?" she asked him. The daughter of Aphrodite then turning her attention to his suitcase. A bright smile appearing on her beautiful face. Blonde hair lose and laying on her shoulders smoothly she skipped into the room heading to her own bed.
Slipping off her shoes she sat on the edge and looked up at him curiously. "So what's your name? I'm Tori Sullivan, daughter of Aphrodite," she added the last part with a shy smile in case it wasn't obvious. Tori was a honestly curious character, a wave of questions arising for her new sibling. But she kept them back awaiting for a reply.
The daughter of Aphrodite though seemed a bit fidgety. Her foot tapping the ground silently as her neon colored socks stood out against the beautiful violet rug. Dressed in white skinny jeans, a bright blue shirt, and a white blazer she looked pretty lax, it being the weekend and the school uniform not being something they had to wear then.
Tori's thoughts, drifted though. Her attention on this stranger, but her mind on New York. What was Leon doing right now? Would she see him tonight? Would he be late? What if she got caught meeting a monster? Leon wasn't bad though. She trusted him with her life, he brought her here safely, which made her even more anxious to go see him. But yet she was here. Waiting for the clock to strike midnight to sneak out in silence.
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Post by Jarrod Hart on Jan 8, 2013 21:02:00 GMT -5
Jarrod flashed a smile, or, rather, a smirk, and turned back to his suitcase for a moment. "Yeah," he replied with a friendly tone, closing his suitcase and moving it off to the side. "I'm Jarrod Hart and, apparently, I'm your brother." He still couldn't wrap his mind around the idea of having possibly hundreds of half-siblings he'd never even heard of, and thousands more dead and long forgotten.
Greek mythology, in Jarrod's mind, was just that - mythology. It was a bunch of stories from ancient times that no one gave any plausibility to. How could it all be true? How could he be part god? He felt mortal, he didn't have Herculean strength or Achilles's invincibility. What perks did being a child of Aphrodite even have? Well... other than the face he saw in the mirror everyday - for that, he didn't complain.
"So, where am I supposed to put this?" he asked, placing a hand on his suitcase to indicate exactly what he meant. He's met quite a few bubbly people - a personality Tori seemed to fit into, by Jarrod's first impression - and most weren't very bright. He figured he'd better be specific and use little words with her, for now.
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Post by Tori Sullivan on Jan 9, 2013 18:56:14 GMT -5
Blinking Tori refocused on Jarrod, thoughts of Leon still at the edge of her mind as she spoke. "Well it's nice to meet you Jarrod. As for the suitcase...I slid mine under my bed when I first got here...But you can put yours in the closet I'm guessing. I'm not sure where our other brother's put their suitcases..." she told him honestly.
The girl was fairly new. She had only been here for a rough 3 days. The longest days of her life. No contact with Leon was completely horrible. Especially at night when she'd dream about the son of the Nemean Lion. Would she be able to meet him tonight? Hopefully nobody would catch them? Could she get in trouble? Though these dangers loomed in the air with thoughts of sneaking out, none of them made her want to stay in the dorm like a good little girl.
Hazel eyes returning to her new sibling she smiled brightly "So where are you from?" the first of many questions to come. The curious girl would surely spend the whole day chatting with this stranger she now could call a brother, though she probably wouldn't until she got to know him. For the mere fact she wasn't completely used to having siblings, being raised an only child and all.
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Post by Jarrod Hart on Jan 10, 2013 5:56:21 GMT -5
Jarrod nodded a thank you, and moved to one of the two closets in the room. Opening the door, he found it was a large, walk-in closet filled to the brim with clothes. What should he have expected? If his siblings were anything like him - and they seemed to be - they wanted to look good. At least he'd opened the boys' closet, as he saw only male-styled clothes, though with an odd and somewhat disconcerting ratio of pink. Shrugging it off, he found an area he deemed sparsely populated by clothing enough to be able to fit all his belongings into, and laid his suitcase down, there, planning to unpack it, later.
Returning to the bed, he closed the closet door behind him. "Philadelphia," he replied, simply. Figuring he should be on good terms with people, here, he returned the question. "And you?" he asked. He wanted to be seen as sociable and nice. If someone accused him of something, this way, people would be less likely to believe it... even though the accusations would more than likely be true.
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Post by Tori Sullivan on Feb 8, 2013 18:05:10 GMT -5
When he went to put his suitcase away, Tori's attention fluttered away to a small stack of books in the corner gathering dust. A small silver spine reading 'mythology' curious to learn more about other creatures, mostly Leon, she had decided to go grab the book, and by the time she held it in her hands and started on her way back Jarrod had already stepped back out of the closet.
"Hm...that's interesting, I think I've only been to Philadelphia about once for one of my dad's business trips. I'm from New York," she told him her hazel eyes back on him. But her mind still wandering. How could people really stand being away from everybody? How did she manage to live before without thinking about anybody? The ability to not think of ways to go see Leon seemed to have fluttered away, and now thoughts of Leon were constantly on her mind.
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Post by Jarrod Hart on Feb 17, 2013 1:07:06 GMT -5
Jarrod smiled, kindly, closing the closet behind him. "New York," he laughed, "nice. I've been there a few times for a few of my dad's photoshoots. It's pretty big compared to Philadelphia but it's too business-y for me. I'll stick with humble Pennsylvania or, in this case," he said, indicating their present location, "Virginia." Pausing, he asked, "We are in Virginia, right? My dad never really told me where he was sending me, just that it was south a little bit. The trip wasn't too long so... Virginia?"
Tori didn't seem to hesitate answering questions, so Jarrod pressed on. "And how long have you been here? Are you my, what did they call it, 'dorm leader'?" He spoke with humble curiosity in his voice, but he only wanted answers - he was tired of being tossed aside as if the details of his own life didn't concern him. His father didn't protect him, he suffocated him. Until he was five, Jarrod had believed people lived to serve him because maids and butlers were the only people his father allowed around him. Now, he'd sent him off, again providing no answers. The poor kid was sick of it. Over the years, he's learned how to get answers, himself.
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