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Post by Makaylah Lewis on Dec 18, 2012 17:44:42 GMT -5
Makaylah walked up towards the graveyard, it had been years since she had last made this trek, it was just as saddening as it had been back then; although Mak had moved on in her life, she still missed the guy that she had to leave behind. It was not like everyone else, they had their choices, her guy was dead and buried... Kinda hard to bring him along for the ride, at least in a non-crazy way.
A soft sigh came out of Makaylah as she got up close the the graveyard's barrier, everything right then was just slightly uncomfortable, she hated feeling all the wandering souls around her, they all wanted her attention for one reason or another. Taking a moment, she shook her head and closed her eyes, focusing on basically screaming out with her mind to back the hell off and leave her alone... Once she did that they decided that maybe Makaylah was not in the mood for their crap.
A smile came over her pink lips, she was not as depressed or grumpy about the situation anymore, she had accepted his death at this point, it was a fact that was not going to be changed no matter how long she tried to hold onto him.
Snow was covering most of the burial plots, the multi-sized tombstones popped up from the white ground, if it was someone's first time in the graveyard they may have been a little lost, but Makaylah knew her way to the one grave that she wanted to visit now that she was back at camp.
As she walked up towards the familiar grave protected from the falling snowflakes by a large willow tree, she slowly sat down on her knees and made herself comfortable. "Hey there Stone, long time, no see..." A smirk came over her lips, it was nice to talk to the dead even if she knew this one could not hear her, not where he was at least.
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Post by Jasper Stone on Dec 18, 2012 23:31:55 GMT -5
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I know the way you've been living, Life so reckless, tragedy endless
He was…back?
Jasper’s head whipped back and forth as his mind tried to catch up to the scene in front of him, his eyes scanning the familiar landscape. He was in the graveyard, the same place he’d been abducted those years ago. The Son of Hades smiled widely as his thoughts finally came together in one coherent thought. He was back. The joy that he felt was more than anything he’d experience prior in his life. Finally, he was free of the Underworld and Hades! It was as much a blessing as anything Jasper had ever received in his life, to finally be rid of his father and his realm.
Four years; that was how long he’d been stuck in Hell. His days filled with training and fighting, more and more minions summoned to test his skills against. When he wasn’t training he was being taught how to endure pain, how to survive against all odds. It had been a hellish version of boot-camp for a demi-god of the Underworld, and it had seemed so much longer to him than four years. All because his father liked to play with people, wanted to find out what made them stronger. Oh he had other children of Hades to toy with, but he had chosen Jasper specifically for this newfound experiment. Four years; that was how long he’d been stuck in Hell for nothing more than his father’s amusement. Oh, the deity probably wrote it off as saving his son from the DCA, but Jasper wasn’t stupid; he knew he was just another warrior being trained for future use. He was nothing more than a puppet.
As quickly as the good mood had arrived it was gone, replaced by a cold ball of rage in his stomach. He was going to kill his father. Oh, he’d threatened it for years, but now, now Jasper was certain of it. He would find a way to kill a God, if it was the last thing he ever did. His life wasn’t something to be toyed with, to be used as amusement for a higher being. He was better than that. The only thing Jasper had wanted more than to leave his father’s kingdom was to see the underworld god’s head on a pike. He supposed, for now, he’d have to settle for the former. Which, once he calmed down, didn’t seem too bad; he was back in the world of the living, at least.
He looked around the graveyard, and not much had changed. He could see new gravestones, but other than the snow topping everything, the place was still the way he remembered it. He could even still hear the wailing of some of the ghosts in the area, pleading to be returned to the world. Well, at least his powers still worked. Smirking, Jasper was about to walk around when he took note of something reflecting the light on the ground. Curious, the Son of Hades picked it up and found the item was a new lighter; blue flames alight on its surface, almost alive. Recompense for being in Hell for years, he wondered? He could feel the coldness of the lighter and knew instinctively that it was made of stygian iron, obviously a new weapon only he could wield.
Thanks, Asshole. He thought with a scowl as he searched his person for a pack of cigarettes. Finding one in his breast pocket, the exact one he had left with actually, he promptly lit a cigarette with his new lighter.
The nicotine helped to calm his nerves as he walked from the graveyard, regaining his senses. One moment he had been in the Underworld, the next standing in the graveyard; no warning, no sign, no nothing. It was a lot like his shadow travel, appearing in one place while instantaneously leaving another. It just reminded him how powerful his father was to so easily translocate him, which brought yet another scowl to his features. He’d been making that face a lot, lately; scowls, defiant smirks, grimaces, they had all become second nature to him. If anyone gave him shit about it, they could kiss the darkest part of his lily white ass; let’s see them survive years with only the Furies for company, see how they fared when they returned.
Chuckling at the thought, Jasper began walking into the woods surrounding the graveyard, looking to just reorient himself. It was like returning home, but not being the owner of the house anymore; it felt strange, almost as if he didn’t belong. Four years; so much time had passed. Hell, he couldn’t even remember half the names of the people at camp, didn’t even know who was alive. As he walked, Jasper tried to recall everyone he could remember. Sadly, it wasn’t many. He did remember his sister Alice, though; he’d have to make sure she was still alive and kicking. However, he’d then have to promptly kick her ass for not coming after him in the Underworld, little bitch. Between her and Mak, someone should have been able to…
Oh, shit. Makaylah. The only other person he had actually given a rat’s ass about back in the day besides his sister. A little pang went through his chest; oh joy, more regret, an emotion that he didn’t have use for anymore. She was just another bright part of his past that had been ripped from him when he’d made that unexpected voyage to the Underworld. He wondered if she even still remembered him. Four years was a long time…
Shaking his head, Jasper focused on the situation at hand. First, he had to make it back to Camp and see just what the hell was going on. If Hades had pulled him away to ‘protect him’, that meant something was coming that he was better prepared for. He intended to find out just what that something was, and if it had anything to do with that DCA his father mentioned. Jasper took another drag from his cigarette as he walked back towards the graveyard and the direction of camp, the smoke coalescing around him like an incorporeal snake in the cool air.
When he reached the graveyard he saw her sitting over a gravestone, and he almost tripped over his own feet. Oh, shit. He hadn’t expected to meet her again so soon. Shit, this was going to hurt. If Mak was even remotely like he remembered her being, she was going to attempt to kick his ass. Maybe she’d grown up in the last four years. Jasper smirked at the thought, realizing that was just a misguided hope. He quietly moved towards Mak, her back still to him and her face looking at the gravestone. He moved close enough, a few yards, until he could read the name on the grave-marker.
It shouldn’t have surprised him that it was his grave, but it still shocked him a bit. It wasn’t everyday someone stood over their own grave, right? Well, maybe for non-Hades spawn. Jasper looked down at his grave and heard Mak speak a few words to it, catching his name used. Well, she did remember him after all. That was nice; why the **** hadn’t she tried to rescue him from Hell if she remembered him so fondly, then? Taking another drag from his cigarette, Jasper spoke, idly keeping one hand in his pocket near his lighter, just in case.
“You know, graves really aren’t known for talking back. On second thought, you did always love the sound of your own voice, so maybe it’s a good thing it doesn’t respond.” He watched Mak as he drew another long puff from his nicotine filled addiction, a bland look on his face.
Hmm, maybe his people skills were a bit rustier than he thought…
Word Count: 1304 Music: Back In Black – AC/DC Notes: Jasper’s Back, Bitches.
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Post by Makaylah Lewis on Dec 19, 2012 10:36:36 GMT -5
As Makaylah talked away, her mind kinda just really turned off to her surroundings minus the cold granite grave; it wasn't like any one was stupid enough to sneak up and actually attack her in the graveyard, the ghosts would be screaming before they even got two feet away.
Mak's voice was soft and a soft smirk was on her lips as she talked away to the dead and buried guy in the ground... It was much more lighthearted than the many years before, but after years of screaming at and beating the ground that he laid under, also plenty of choice words in which she threatened his father... Some she felt would come back and bite her in the butt eventually, she realized it was time to accept that Jasper just was not coming back; that was when she chose to leave the camp, to force herself to move on in life, not get stuck wailing about the camp like a ghost herself.
As she continued to chat away, a voice came from behind her, Makaylah's blue eyes widened as she stared at the grave, "What the..." She was unsure what was going on, was she going insane? Was Jasper really there? That would be a first, but nothing is impossible, right?
As she turned her head to check her surroundings, there she saw Jasper in his wondrously real self. Makaylah fell back onto her butt and just wide-eyed stared at him for a moment, kinda unsure if he was real or she had been slipped something in her drink that day, she was near Demeter kids after all...
Then she noticed the damned cigarette and she grabbed a hunk of snow tossing it at him. "What the **** Jasper!?! What are you doing here?! Alive!?"
After that she realized that she was screaming at a guy for being alive, which could be quite rude, but after years of him being dead, all the sudden him not being dead was a bit rude...
She pushed herself up onto her feet and dusted the snow off of herself, "Dammit Stone, can't you let a girl mourn you and move on in peace, you know without popping back up years later with that same asshole look on your face?"
Makaylah's mind needed busy work, that was just what the dusting off was doing for her, if she stood there too long without doing a thing, she would either grab him and give him a huge kiss, then squeeze the life out of him in a hug, or, more likely to happen, she would send him a quick knee to the groin and a nice elbow to the clavicle when he hit the ground with his knees... Just in case he was a monster trying to trick her. Both seemed to be a bit extreme, even for her, but both viable options.
Taking a long moment she took a deep breath and raised an eyebrow at him, "So you are alive... And not some zombie race that is coming to eat the brains of demigods; if that is the case I will have to decapitate you...." She smirked a bit, she was still unsure exactly what she was going to do with her hands but for now she was making sure it was him, and if it was him, she was going to enjoy at least a few moments before attacking him.
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Post by Jasper Stone on Dec 19, 2012 11:13:08 GMT -5
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I know the way you've been living, Life so reckless, tragedy endless
Well, at least she hadn’t mauled him yet.
That was always a plus side; for some reason, women never seemed to like Jasper. He could never understand why. It must have been because his charm was too much for them; yup, that was obviously it. His first instinct when she had turned around was to form a cross with his fingers and yell ‘Be gone, Satan! Hello, Shamoo!’, but he had a feeling that would have certainly earned him a foot to the throat. Jasper was a pro at making friends, for sure.
Makaylah was still just as breathtaking as he remembered; four years had just made her even more so. As soon as he looked in her eyes, all the memories of his time at Camp came rushing back; the beach bonfire, the graveyard meetings, all of it. All the good times he’d had before his departure, they all returned in crystal clarity. More regret panged in his chest, though it felt further away and less painful than the last had. Ah, so his emotions were going back to their original, dampened state; superb. It made it so much easier to be a jackass when a shit was not given.
“Well I could have shown up dead, I suppose; however, I doubted you’d want to see a zombie version of me with chunks of flesh falling off every moment.” He smirked and took another drag from his cigarette. Ah, his charm never failed him. Her comment about mourning for years turned his smirk into a scowl.
“After being in Tartarus for years, I should be apologizing for finally being back with my asshole face?” He chuckled sardonically, “**** that. Try being stuck in Hell for a few years; see if you don’t come back with an asshole face too, Mak.”
He studied her face and could tell her brain was running at high velocity, the little hamster spinning frantically in its tiny wheel, trying to process all of the new information she’d be given. It was kind of funny; he thought he could smell smoke coming out of her ears. She probably didn’t know whether to be pissed or happy that he was back; default reaction was bitch-mode, obviously, but that he could deal with. He had become rather good at dealing with less than polite individuals in the last few years. The fact that he took a snowball in the chest and didn’t maim her for it was a testament to how much self-control he’d gained. He was willing to wait until he had the chance to sever her spinal cord…
“Darlin’, I’d love to see you try and remove this handsome visage from its broad shoulders.” His hand idly twitched towards his new blade as a smile appeared on his lips that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Taking note of his reaction to the thought of violence, Jasper closed his eyes and took a deep breath, removing his hand from his lighter and calmed himself down. He’d been away from people too long; he still had the bloodlust in his system from fighting every day of the week. Yet another problem to work through now that he was back.
“I’m not an undead creature, if that puts your mind at rest.” Smiling lightly, Jasper flicked his hand and made clumps of dirt fly from the ground and whiz through the air, before falling back to the ground, just to prove he was still who he said he was. “If I was, why the hell would I come here to eat brains? Not a soul here has one worth devouring, just a bunch of brain-dead idiots with no clue what they’re doing.” He took a last puff from his nicotine filled tube before tossing it into the snow and pushing it into the ground with the heel of his shoe.
“So, how’s the last four years treated you, Mak? I guarantee they were better than mine.”
Ah, charm; it certainly was his strongest asset.
Word Count: 666 Music: Back In The Saddle – Aerosmith Notes: N/A
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Post by Makaylah Lewis on Dec 19, 2012 12:04:34 GMT -5
Makaylah's eyebrow quirked slightly at the thought of zombie Jasper, of course she made sure his jaw had fallen off so that frustrating tongue of his could do nothing but waggle about as it decomposed in his blackened bloody mouth.... Yeah for some reason being around Hades kids always made her just a bit darker, she didn't mind though it was nice to be able to think of horrifyingly morbid things and not bat an eyelash.
She smirked slightly at his obvious annoyance with her mourning mentioning, "You should be apologizing, I mean coming back the dead right when we are all looking at going to meet you pretty soon anyways." Her smile never faded, she honestly was happy to have him back even if he ticked her off just as he always had been able to do, "Besides, you were the one who interrupted my conversation... With you."
She took a moment and thought about it, looking at the ground before pointing at it and looking up at him, curiosity was getting the best of her, "Are you still down in there, I mean old you... Well basically is there a dead Jasper body down there?" She laughed a bit at what she was asking, unsure if he even knew the answer but it was a good question in her mind.
"And the whole stuck in Hell for a few years, how about this time we go back, I die, you move on, then right after you get back to camp after really trying to enjoy your life and accept the person you loved's death, they come back... horrible timing." Her mind had come back from its tangent, she was going to focus on the stuff at hand, her curiosity would have to be pushed back for later days... Unless she decided to send him back, knowing herself and him, that was not too far of a thought.
A sickeningly sweet smile came over Mak's face as Jasper gave her a bit of a challenge, she softly put her hands behind her back and started to gently tug off her snow gloves, letting them drop onto the ground behind her.... "Now dear, let's not forget, now that you are alive... Its much easier to send you back." She knew that it would tick him off but oh how badly she wanted to just get one good grab on him, just enough to bring him to his knees and for her to get a peek at that soul of his.
She shrugged a bit, keeping her hands behind her back, "It puts my mind at no ease, minus that now I don't have to kill you and that is a little disappointing at points, specifically it means more than likely you are sticking around like a very vivid memory come back to haunt me." She raised her eyebrow and tilted her head slightly at his brain-dead comment, deciding whether or not to go there about his brain and other things having probably gone limp after years of death...
She decided insulting a guy's manhood right after he comes back to life probably was not the best decision she could make, but she'd make sure to tuck that rigamortis comment away for another day.
Makaylah straightened her spine and slipped her hands into the front pockets of her silvery jacket, shrugging; for once she had been truly glad to not be wearing Jasper's old jacket, that would have been something that she would never live down. "Oh you know, I went ahead mourned you for about a year or so, then decided to get the heck outta dodge and move on. I went and tried some college, wasn't for me; then tried a regular job, yeah definitely not for me. So that's two years wasted..." She laughed a bit, "Then went ahead and traveled the world for the last two years on daddy's money, tried a bunch of awesome food, learned alot about cultures, earned some money from doing a travel blog... Then after a drunk guy got a little too frisky, I wound up back here." She really had lived alot in the last two years, she forced herself to really enjoy it, otherwise she'd wind up depressed and in a funk... And she could not do that again.
"So... How was Hell? I'm expecting dark and very unpleasant but who knows, maybe Persephone had a thing for ya'" She smirked a bit, but the thought of the Goddess of Spring and Jasper together sent a jealous chilling surge down her back...
Great, back to that again, damn memories.
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