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Boredom was never a good combination with Katherine; mainly because she was not used to it. Her time in the orphanage was an eventful one, to say the least, and the one she’s spend working either around the kitchen or helping with the younger children - oddly enough, she’s had both the patience and the nerves to deal with the constant nagging and tearful wailing from the youngsters. The other reason why it didn’t mix with her temper well, is because it usually made her think, reflect and remember things she desperately wanted to forget, and she didn’t like being reminded of who she was; a nobody with no one to truly care; a scared girl who was ice cold and iron closed all the time, to shield the already broken heart. She doubted she could survive yet another person leaving her, which is why she doesn’t let anyone close enough to ever truly miss them, or care for them.

But, things didn’t exactly go as she planned, as they never do in life, and that was how the night’s found her, standing in the shadows, leaned against the wall, her eyes focusing on everything and nothing at the same time, at the dark alley a block or two away from her. Katherine inhaled deeply, blinking rapidly to clear her thoughts, when she felt a presence in the shadows, lingering closely beside her. Quickly, her attitude shifted into one for desperation to the one of annoyance, and she turned around, giving the person a one-up in the darkness, not really recognising them in the shadows.

“What?” Kat all but hissed at them.

The evening was blanketed with obsidian, the scattering of street lights blinking out of rhythm, losing their power nightly and going dull. It was the forgotten part of town, not somewhere where tourist footsteps grew heavy, and so it was left merely to endure, but never to be regenerated. It was a place she knew well, the rickety buildings with rotting roofing and rodent infestations. If she turned her head to the left, she could see high up, the building of her childhood. The dingy apartment, with the drafty attic which no-one ever dared to enter, in fear of seeing it’s contents. So many devastating blows had taken place there, and she remembered pressing her hand to the murky window, swearing that she would have a better life. Now she felt worlds away from the squalor she was raised in.

Caught in her web of thoughts, navigating the sticky strands which were trying to trap her in memory lane, she paid no mind to the other person. Years of training, and she’d learned to always be aware of her surroundings. The voice broke through her thoughts like a sharp knife in the dark, causing her heart rate to miss a beat. She turned her head more firmly, her boots grinding against the mud and gravel of the floor.

Once her eyes had adjusted, using the faded light at the end of the alleyway to assist, she realised it was the mad-dog, the one they called Chimera. Whilst Amelia could not claim to know them, she made it her duty to know who her enemies were. “Was I disturbing you? Sorry, I didn’t realise that alleyways were created for privacy.”

#( chimera. )#( katherine b. )#; dialogue

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It stung, looking at Amelia now. All he was reminded of were the nights he and Rosie had her over at their place, the warmth, the laughter. Ben groaning as Rosie pulled out another bottle of wine and tried to convince him by telling him it would be rude to leave their guest’s wine glass empty. Things seemed so easy and perfect back then - he never thought he would be sitting this close to Amelia and feel nothing but regret and rage.

“I never believed in anything, Amelia. They were supposed to protect me. They were supposed to protect us. Look at you now. If Zeus cared about you as much as you want to think she does, you think you would have ended up like this?” He shook his head, turning his head to stare at the woman he used to call his sister.

“One day, your family will get hurt, and you won’t have anyone else to blame but these people you call your friends. They’ll cover it up, pretend it never even happened - like they did with Rosie. You let her down, you know. You let her die.”

Blame, it was a cruel reality, an inescapable feeling when the worst happened. When Sam had passed, she blamed her mother for not being the support that they needed, herself for not trying hard enough - although she could scarcely find time for anything. People were driven mad with blame, that feeling cutting away at their very soul and turning all happiness into ash, rotting in ruin before their very eyes.

She’d loved Rosie, she’d loved Ben too. They were the closest to family that she had within the Old Olympians, the ones she trusted outside of her blood relatives, the only ones. Comfort had been granted at last, when she’d met them - it was an event which Amelia would always cherish. It cut deep, the blame he passed to her. “It’s not as simple as all that, there are bigger things at stake than my safety. I knew what I was getting into.”

Her fingers tightened into fists, a spear of pain rushing through her body, where blood remained around the knuckles. “If you want to blame me that’s fine, if it helps you sleep better. I loved Rosie...I didn’t know what they were going to do.”

#( orpheus. )#( ben c. )#; dialogue

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Malcolm’s brows lifted when he noticed his colleague, standing in front of him missing the certainty that usually lived behind her eyes. It was a common sight among Old Olympus these days and it unsettled him. “And here I was thinking I was hiding it better than that,” he replied, the statement meant to be light, but falling rather flat instead. They had come out with the upper hand when all things were taken into account, but that didn’t mean they weren’t shaken. His lips pressed into a thin line for a moment as he let out a sigh through his nose, gesturing to the empty space beside him. “How’re you feeling about everything?” he asked vaguely, not wanting to be much more specific than that.

“Maybe you are, maybe I’m just that good at reading people.” It was a lie of course, Amelia’s downfall was being deceived by others. Too many times people had let her down, shattering all images that she held of them. It made her not want to trust people, to believe only in her family and no one else. The evens at the harbour had left all feeling deflated, for a multitude of reasons. It may not have been a devastating loss, but it barely felt like they were winners. “I’m feeling pretty pissed about it. I think we could have done better, been smarter.” When Zeus was done licking their wounds, she’d be certain to rub salt in them - tell them that they need to run their ship better or risk being boarded. “It’s the feeling of being at war, I suppose. The disappointment never ends.”

#( paean. )#( malcolm l. )#; dialogue

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His hands were empty - the sudden bitter taste on his tongue was not from coffee, but from seeing a familiar face seated on a bench. Ben wasn’t sure what angered him more - seeing an old friend who’d betrayed his trust, or seeing someone who he knew as so strong look this defeated? Although he knew he should have just walked past her, it was impossible to ignore someone he used to care about so much. Someone Rosie used to care about.

“It’s been awhile, Amelia. How are the kids?” What would have normally been a friendly greeting sounded more like a threat coming out of his mouth now, unable to hide the bitterness. He’d never hurt Amelia’s siblings, but there was something to be said about the fact he wanted to seem more steeled, more dangerous than he used to be. Uninvited, he took a seat on the bench anyway, the faint scent of coffee hitting his nose like nostalgia. “I hear it’s been busy on the wrong side of the fence. Tough luck.”

The face came as a dreadful reminder, an image she wished to purge from her mind, but instead remained at the very forefront. Loss was felt with a further ache, with the presence of he who she had once called friend. Benjamin had changed, following the loss of his beloved. No matter what heartache she’d endured, she could always say that she stayed true to herself, that her soul was not lost with the grief...she could not say the same for Ben. Loss caused a division, and she could formulate a response that could solve such a chasm. Fondness through old memories was felt, when tones had still been friendly. Ben had been family without blood.

“Forgive me, if I don’t answer that. The barb in your tone suggests less care, than your question would have one would think.” He back was up, the wall, which was never present around Orpheus, had been fortified following his betrayal. A threat against her family was the easiest way to incur Amelia’s wrath.

She shuffled right, when he sat beside her. “It was a side you once believed in. It’s not my fault your loyalty is so easily swayed.”

#( orpheus. )#( ben c. )#; dialogue

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Every once in a while, he walks to work. Sometimes, thesubway, it’s too crowded for him. One elbow to the gut, one ponytail in hiseye, and he bails, walking out a stop or three early just to escape. Rocky loves the city, don’t gethim wrong. He loves every part of it—from its busy streets to its stinkingunderground. But sometimes, it’s just too much.

So, he walks. It’s not far from his place, the parlor. It’sinvigorating, some might say. To Rocky, it’s just a chance to stretch his legs,listen to music, enjoy a moment to himself. He thinks about getting coffee, butdecides against it. Instead, he smokes. Cigarettes give him the same rush ascoffee, the same energy spike. And they taste better too.

He walks and he smokes. Every once in a while, he looksaround, admires the view. It can be so pretty, when it wants to be. Not thearchitecture or whatever, but the people, the life on its streets. He watchesthem, judges them, lets them pass.

A few blocks from the parlor, there’s a park. It’s on the smallside, but it’s nice. Green this deep in the city always is. He starts moving inthat direction, towards its trees and bushes and cute little benches. It’s agood place to take a breather after the subway crowd. So he makes a beeline forit, takes the few extra blocks it takes to get there. And when he does, hetakes another cigarette out of the pack, lights it fresh. He inhales, exhales,and almost seems to smile.

Rocky wanders for a moment, trying to find the perfect placeto finish his smoke. He doesn’t have to go far before he sees her: Amelia, Athena. It’s funny, running into her ata place like this. So open and inviting, nothing like them, nothing like him.He sidles up to her, sits next to her on the bench. Playing coy, he onlyglances at her before looking forward, staring at the clouds or the birds or apasserby.

“You don’t know the right place to go,” he says. “There’s aplace, few blocks down, makes the best coffee this side the Hudson.”

Exhale, inhale; he slumps a little, arm over his chest.Closed off, nothing personal.

“I could take you, if ya wanted.”

It feels like a date. They’ve never done that before. Howmeet-cute of him.

With her attention set on the unfortunate cup of coffee which was settled betwixt her slender fingertips, Amelia had not lifted her head for several beats. She merely noticed the pair of feet which approached, before a body came to sit beside her. To others they may have appeared to be strangers, just individuals finding temporary comfort on a park bench. His voice was familiar, and whilst it did not feel warm, like oozing honey, he was no stranger.

All actions have a reaction, it’s a lesson she’d learned early on in life. If Amelia could pin-point the exact moment when she decided to take such a risk, she might never have done it. Correction: she most certainly wouldn’t have.

It was a physical attraction, nothing more. At any point Amelia could put a stop to it, remembering where her loyalties lay. Just not today.

Raising her eyebrow at his suggestion, she turned her head to face him. Their bodies remained separated, giving no indication to the wellness that they’d come to know from the other. Amelia couldn’t claim to know much of Rocky, or Prometheus.

“It seems dangerous, you and I having coffee...together.” Clearing her throat, she made a quick decision.

Fingers tapped across the plastic lid of her coffee, brow scrunching, “I suppose it’s no more riskier, than us sat like this.”

#( rocky b. )#( prometheus. )#; dialogue

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Malcolm sat on the bench just a block away from the hospital, the sun still hours away from setting. He was overlooking a small parkette, his first two fingers of each hand rubbing circles into his temples. He’d just gotten off his early shift at the hospital, which was thankfully relatively quiet compared to any of the chaotic night shifts. But even given the ease of work today, he found himself with an insufferable headache. It had been coming and going for the past few days, ever since the aftermath of the whole shipping debacle died down. He would make a point of going by Mount Olympus later to check in on Zeus and change his bandages like every day since the shooting. He could only hope that the headache would disappear long enough for him to make a proper check-up. Mal released a sigh and dragged a palm down his face before leaning back in his seat on the bench, finally taking in his surroundings since sitting down.

Relaxation was a rarity, the constant challenges of her life keeping her ever present with the facts of reality. If she was not being loyal force for the Old Olympians, her head was flooded with the demands of her sisters, two blood relatives who were a constant concern.

Pain had become something easily dismissed, bruised ribs from the fight ignored as she continued on with her day. Of course, winces were inescapable, and she’d been given the day off. Without a purpose for the day, her mind ran wild and she found herself feeling unsettled - too many things seemed to be going wrong.

Noticing Malcolm as she moved through the park, Amelia let out a short sigh before moving over to him. Her feet crunched against the gravel, fingers tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, “You look as good as I feel.”

#( malcolm l. )#; dialogue #( paean. )

Pain could be sourced from many places, a potential for physical or emotional trauma always prevalent within the corners of her life. Shelving past experiences, Amelia had grown accustomed to the low ache in her heart, which would over-ride any physical blow. Her occupation required strength, and she’d taken many hits whilst pursuing the path to become a much greater and far more skilled fighter. Still, there was some annoyance rooted deep within, from her unfriendly spar with a named foe. Being bested was not enjoyable, in fact she rather loathed it - a draw was no better than a loss. She half protected herself, it simply wasn’t good enough.

Needless to say, the limits of her patience had been pushed and Amelia was left with a lingering annoyance. Rationally, she knew that things could have gone far worse than they had, there was some mercy in that. Sat on a bench in the park, fingers clenching her coffee cup, so that the traces of her name printed on the side had melted into her skin, she let out a long sigh. Athena needed to be better, so that she could remain strong. Taking a sip, she released a groan, “This coffee tastes just as disappointing as the current state of things.”

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BASICS

Name: Amelia “Amy” Croft Age: 27 Affiliation: Old Olympus Occupation: Head of Security/Bodyguard Faceclaim: Phoebe Tonkin Status: TAKEN by Charlotte

THE STORY

They call you Athena. You have always been the strong one - strong enough that not even Zeus can tell you what to do. No, you stay loyal to Old Olympus because you are unshakable in your beliefs, in what you know is right. Because you have always been your own person, a lioness, fiercely protective of all that you love. But this strength has come from a world of loss and unbearable pain, of having to play parent to your younger siblings, of not having enough for them, of having to watch the youngest die after getting too sick. Back then, you’d been a small, thin-boned nobody, but Cronus had given you a chance to prove yourself and you did just that, and more. Time has passed since then, and there is real happiness in your home now, but with your new friends dying and your old faces coming back to haunt you, your foundation is being shaken and you find yourself questioning everything for the first time in a long while.

CONNECTION

PROMETHEUS - You’ve never needed companionship outside of your siblings. Hell, you’ve never even wanted anything close to a relationship, but there was something magnetic about how carefree Prometheus was, your pure opposite. What began as a one-time thing has become something regular, and you know you have to stop it before it gets out of hand. You just don’t know how.

ORPHEUS - When Eurydice was still alive, they and Orpheus used to treat you like family, bringing you and your siblings into their homes for warm dinners even when they barely had a thing for themselves. Everything fell apart when Eurydice died, but you still don’t understand how Orpheus could have betrayed all of Olympus. You’ll always cherish them, but you’ve steeled your heart - one day, it’ll be either you or them.

ICARUS - You had to look twice, three times at Icarus to make sure you weren’t staring at the baby sibling you’d lost all those years ago. You don’t believe in reincarnations but there’s something familiar about Icarus (their vulnerability, their voice, you’re not sure) that makes you want to protect them. It’s not a bad feeling, to have a goal again.

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