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Post by Chloe Belle on Apr 16, 2013 9:57:47 GMT -5
Chloe walked into the arena, her new thick heeled motorcycle boots left deep indents into the ground, she had let some of her sisters dress her up for the day and it was definitely a change from her usual look but... She did have to admit she liked it. Maybe this whole rocker look had a thing to it. She shook out her thick blonde waves gently before walking over and grabbing her weapons of choice. The axe and hammer were a matching set, and were just perfect for the tiny girl. They gave her the arm length without weighing so much that she couldn't do any real damage, they did most of the actual work of hurting someone themselves with their heft. She looked at both of the weapons with a soft smile on her face for a moment before she walked over to the center of the dummy circle that had been set up for the next training class... Just as she was about to attack, she paused and snapped her fingers, "Almost forgot!" She pulled her golden colored ipod out of her back pocket, flipped on the new "rock mix" her sister put on her device, then set the ipod on a far away bench with the speaker on full blast. As soon as the music started Pain, without love, pain, can't get enough, pain, I like it rough, cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at aaaallllll... Chloe began to sway with the music, closing her eyes, the slow tempo relaxing her muscles and loosening her up, but the moment the loud shout and beat came up she threw a kick towards the dummy at her left and as it was falling she slammed the pick of her hammer into its temple. Taking her time she walked to the next one up, smiling up at the dummy for a moment, backing up to about six feet away, before she flipped her axe in her hand and threw straight into the chest of the dummy, then ran up on it, grabbed the axe handle and flipped over, removing the axe from the dummy's chest and landing in a crouched position about two feet away... She stayed in that position for a bit taking a breather, she had to admit the boots and the short skirt really made her kicking and leaping a mix of difficult and much better force wise, she hadn't noticed if anyone else had walked in just yet, but she felt like someone was watching her... Chloe's OutfitPain- TDGChloe's Weapons
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Post by Marcus Collins on Apr 16, 2013 17:49:49 GMT -5
It was only Marcus’ second day at the camp and he was ready to actually take a look around. He had spent most of his time sitting in the cabin checking out the features reserved for children of the god of dreams. For one, the interior of the cabin seemed to change to whatever day dream or dream the person inside the cabin was currently having. Also there was a constant fog on the ground like there was in dreams, so that sometimes your vision was a bit misty. He had sat on his bed and day dreamed the whole day, enjoying thoroughly the random changes the bedroom had gone through. Of course after a while things started to get bad when he started seeing Amy walk through his room in different states. Sometimes she was happy like he was used to, then other times she was in chains, or beat up and dying, screaming his name and begging for him to come save her. IT became way to much and he found himself running out of his cabin in shame and fear. He felt like he was betraying them for even being there and not going after them. She told you to keep going, she told you to not stop till you got to the camp. Even this constant reminder didn’t help though.
Because of all of this it was time for him to get out, to check out the rest of the camp and find out what the place had to offer. Marcus made his way through the cabins, seeing people here and there leaving they’re cabins as the day started for some and others didn’t seem to want to be up at all. It kind of made him happy to see so many people doing things others couldn’t. The kids at the Hecate cabin were casting spells at each other with rune symbols as practical jokes, the Demeter kids were making grass grow on their cabin roof and Ares kids were sharpening spears and other weapons outside they’re cabin. Where else could each group do any of that without getting turned in to the DCA? This was the Elysium that Amy had said it was if only for the fact that the children of the gods could live here without being molested by those who thought they were abominations. The very thought brought a smile to his face as he made his way out of the cabins and started toward the first place he was excited to see….the Arena.
He had thought of the Arena as something like the great ones of Rome, yet as he got closer he started to remember that Rome and Greece were different. This was more of an outdoor fighting area with stands then a coliseum. There were dummies set up in a circle in the fighting dirt and as he got closer and sat in the stands he started to realize he wasn’t alone. Not in the slightest actually. Moving towards the dummies after blasting the song Pain was a girl who looked like a girl who should be walking down the runway of some fashion show instead of handling the axe and hammer she held. Her clothes were that of a rocker chick who almost looked a bit uncomfortable in what she wore. It didn’t seem proper battle dress in his eyes, but of course what did he know? He was wearing a pair of cargo pants and a fading P.O.D band shirt. What surprised him more though was how she moved and attacked gracefully each dummy, tearing them apart as she went. This girl wasn’t screwing around when it came to a fight and Marcus found himself leaning forward eagerly wanting to see more, even when she stopped in a crouching position as if she were catching her breath. Holy hell.
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Post by Chloe Belle on Apr 16, 2013 21:23:22 GMT -5
Chloe stood up and rolled her hips, shoulders, and neck in few slow circles, as her cool down song came on over her ipod's speaker, "Motivation by Kelly Rowland" was probably her favorite slow song. She stretched her back out by leaning back into a full bend and going into a handstand and back into a standing position, sticking her weapons into a harness she had designed on her back. Putting her arms high above her head, she had noticed a figure in her vision and as she turned towards it, she smiled softly, realizing it was the son of Morpheus she had met before. "Hello there." She was still rolling her body in slow movements to relax her muscles again, "Anything I can do for ya'?" She chuckled, walking over, adding a bit of a proud strut to her steps, pretty sure he could see what she had done to the dummies. She wasn't usually like this, but for some reason, she was feeling more powerful, more seductive than ever. Smiling she walked past him to a big wooden box, smirking a bit as she looked back, but intentionally leaned over at her hips slowly as she grabbed a bottle of water from the chest and came back up, sipping on her cold drink. She took a long moment to swallow some more before she turned back to Marcus. Walking back to him, she looked up and smiled, her eyes intensely blue, more than usual; her slightly wicked smile over her lips as she took another sip and licked the water off of her lips. "Did you get off on watching me or something hot stuff?" She chuckled a bit, then her eyes going back to a soft blue, Chloe blushed and took a step back, "Yeah uhm... Heys." She chuckled again shaking her head, thinking "What the hell just came over me?" Well whatever it was, it was gone for the moment. Another couple steps away and she was standing a good three feet away, rubbing her arm, "Yeah, uh, sorry..." She half laughed, but it was kinda pitiful sounding, "I guess I just was uhm... you know.. happy about the whole fighting thing..."Her skin started to turn a literal bright neon pink, cursing under her breath, Chloe attempted to calm herself, "So yeah, uhm... What brought you to the arena?" Her mind was fluttering about as she tried to calm her embarrassment, fix the awkward situation, and figure out what just happened in one... If only she had the power to freeze and rewind time. Motivation- Kelly Rowland
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Post by Marcus Collins on Apr 16, 2013 21:42:31 GMT -5
Marcus was absolutely dumb founded by the time Chloe finally made her way over to him. Every movement, every look she gave him made him more and more speechless. There hadnt been a day in the foster homes or with Amy and Rory that he had ever gotten this thrown back by the movement of a woman. Yet all Chloe had to do was seemingly destress after a practice session and he was having a hard time even keeping his mind on anything other then how her curves moved for those moments. He didnt even know how to respond when she seemed to go nervous and move a little farther from him, saying something about him that he wasnt exactly fully registering.
I, umm....I mean....sorry..i lost....I think I lost my tongue. He tried to recover after shaking his head hard and sticking his tongue out for a moment and gave Chloe a sheepish grin. O! Hey, look there it is. No worries. Marcus looked at her, trying to focus hard on the girl infront of her and not on the intence movements shw had offerejust moments ago. He couldnt even remember how he had gotten there or what Chloe had been doing before....wait! She had been practicing on the dummies! right!
That was some impressive move....i mean fighting...sorry I mean fighting you did there. There were no words to describe how stupid and red Marcus felt just then.
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Post by Chloe Belle on Apr 17, 2013 8:59:21 GMT -5
Chloe blushed even brighter, staring at the ground for a moment, "Really sorry about that... I guess I just kinda lost myself..." She lightly chuckled and tucked her hair behind her air. Chloe took a deep breath and looked up, putting on a soft smile.
She giggled a bit at Marcus' tongue joke, "Glad you found it, otherwise this would've been much more awkward... which I dunno if that is possible." Her giggle turned into a laugh, her skin going back to a normal color, that was until he mentioned her "moves", "Oh uh," she became bright pink again, "Well uh, yeah, its just dance moves that you actually want to hurt your partner" She laughed and half-covered her face with her hand, her face was actually extremely hot against her skin, "Wow uhm... my face is pink isn't it..."
She sighed a bit and walked over to the stands, sitting down and lightly crossing her legs, "So what did you come in here for really, just curiousity or more for an actual fun time... I mean a fun time fighting... cause that is fun." She laughed, covering her face completely with her hands, "I am so sorry, having a bit of an identity crisis is all... nothing to see here" She cracked up a bit behind her hands, Chloe was one who was abruptly honest with others, she couldn't help it one bit, but she also knew right at that moment her raising and her genes were fighting one another more than she could fully handle.
Still talking from behind her hands, "So uh... Where you from? Got any hobbies other than talking to possibly insane Aphrodite girls?" Another laugh came up from behind her hands, this time it was kinda pitiful though, she really was beginning to feel like she had multiple personalities actually fighting each other in her head.
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Post by Marcus Collins on Apr 17, 2013 17:05:04 GMT -5
Marcus watched Chloe act about as nervous as he felt right then. Neither of them seemed to know exactly what to do with each other after the reaction/ dancing. Even her questions seemed to be slightly disjointed but he was able to understand most of it. It was funny to him as she seemed to cover her face and sit next to him like she should be the embarrassed one.
I was just looking around, I didn’t mean to walk in on your training session. He couldn’t help but smile as he sent the thoughts into her mind. She was acting very cute in his eyes, with her reactions and even her giggling and laughter at how she was taking things. It almost seemed like she couldn’t help herself being so beautiful and almost just as adorable.
What do you mean identity crises? You trying to say you’re not this cute and adorable all the time? The words in his mind seemed to chuckle along with the laughing sound he made in his throat. It was kind of weird to hear to most people but Marcus couldn’t help that his vocal cords weren’t exactly existent. The way a person laughed depended on the vibration of the air on the vocal cords as the air way opened and shut, so when he laughed it sounded more like he was gagging. Just this thought alone made him go red and cover his mouth.
I’m really sorry that had to have sounded really weird……
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Post by Chloe Belle on Apr 18, 2013 14:35:57 GMT -5
Chloe shook her head, chuckling a bit, "No need to say sorry, I was just practicing during open time... I hate the actual classes so I tend to skip those, but I do know I gotta at least stay limber." She looked up and saw his smile, relaxing a bit.
Chloe leaned back and returned to her normal color, looking at Marcus, herself smiling now; "I just tend to have a bit of trouble processing urges, wants and what I need to keep myself from doing." Chloe tilted her head slightly at the noise his throat made, but she smiled softly at him, "Its fine, nothing to even think about."
Chloe took another sip of her water before turning and laying down on her back, "So really, what are your hobbies? I know it sounds weird but it can stay alot about a person." She smiled, pulling her hair up and laying it out, letting the waves hang off the edge of the bleacher.
"Such as I love dancing and sketching. It helps me keep my memory straight and my excess, pent up, energy out and in the open, I guess its safer than keeping it all in."
Chloe pulled her knees up to her chest, still laying on her back, wrapping her arms around her shins, tilting her head around to see Marcus's face, she was trying to keep from looking at him too much, she found him rather good looking and she already had a little too much Aphrodite coming out before, she was worried that given too much alone time with him, it'd just happen again.
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Post by Marcus Collins on Apr 18, 2013 14:56:23 GMT -5
Marcus sat back with his arms crossed across his chest, his eyes trying to keep connected with her though she seemed to look away. He wondered about this a bit, was he doing something wrong? Maybe there was something in his teeth? He moved his tongue across them, covered by his closed mouth while he thought about what she was asking and then answering her. I play the guitar, used to love to play soccer, I used to like running…before it became mandatory. Now I run because I have to.
He watched Chloe for a moment, how she moved, the little details around her lips and how her hair caught the sun shine. She was more beautiful then she tried to allow herself to be. He didn’t know if it was her parentage effecting him or the fact that he was genuinely taken by her but he couldn’t help but look. I also love writing. I’ve written my own music even.
Marcus smiled at the thought of his music. He loved writing, it let him leave all of his issues down on paper and let it escape him without anger being unleashed on anyone else. It was the perfect out when he couldn’t have video games or anything. It was probably the best thing for him to have.
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Post by Chloe Belle on Apr 18, 2013 16:27:30 GMT -5
Chloe smiled, stretching her arms up above her head, "I would love to hear you play one of these days..." Chloe chuckled softly, "I am not into sports... or I should say I've never really played any or been around them, and running in the courtyard of a convent gets rather... boring and you begin to feel insane running in circles."
She pushed herself up and sat indian style, pulling her legs in closed, "So you were on the run? I mean, you've been places beyond just Camp Half Blood?" She scooted closer, leaning forward, she was beyond interested in hearing more about things outside the walls of the convent and camp, considering that was all she had ever seen.
She smiled, "I'm a terrible writer, everything always sounds like a mushy love letter, even when I am angry at something and writing... Its just insane." She lightly wrung her hands, she was kinda embarrassed about all the things she was telling him, but she figured him talking in her head, kinda made him easier to talk to... It helped that he was rather attractive and he seemed to be deeper than just that.
"I am sorry if you don't want to talk about stuff about being on the run, if you just want to hang here and find something else to chat about, we can do that... Maybe something like favorite foods and pet peeves..." She wrung her hands a bit more, but was trying to make sure not to make him uncomfortable or her seem too nosy or pushy.
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Post by Marcus Collins on Apr 20, 2013 13:10:23 GMT -5
That was the moment Marcus started to realize she was just as nervous around him as he was around her at that moment. Maybe not for the same reasons, but she didn’t exactly know how to deal with him either. Something about him was affecting her as well, but he couldn’t exactly place what it was. Maybe it was something as small as her being nervous about how to ask him about his travels? Or maybe it was more. Either way it was always safe to go with the direct instead of the hidden.
I’ve only been to the New England area really. Am, Rory and I met up in Kentucky and almost got caught a couple times in Pennsylvania. We made our way up to Maine as a distraction, making it look like we were trying to escape to territories the gods really had no power in. The pictures of the ambush came racing back into his mind. The battle that had ensued the screams and the yelling. It all seemed to come crashing down on him at that moment, but he let his face stay as it was. He couldn’t show his pain, it was a middle finger in the face of Rory and Amy. They had taken the brunt so that he could make it to the camp. It was unfair….but it was what had happened. But before we could make our great brake away….the DCA kind of…..well yeah. It was a hard day that day. After that I didn’t stop to see the sights like we used to. After that I just kept running. By the time I got to the border and met Beth I had fought my way out of six traps and killed….well never mind that… He looked down for a moment, trying to regain his strength. Before he had ended the sentence he could feel himself breaking. His walls crumbling around him and his heart falling out of his chest. He couldn’t allow it to take hold of him, he had to stay strong, had to remember that it all had been for this, for the chance to be somewhere where they could all be free.
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