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Name: Lucas Fitzroy - do not call me Luke.
Age: 14
Godly Parent: Dionysus
Extra: ..should probably say im like drunk or high sometimes so... yeah. when sober im easily irritable. (sibling told me to add that disclaimer ;-;). also obviously this is chb so i cant really get high or drunk easily because of fucking ✨️regulations✨️, so you can guess how i act.
also since im a minor no nsfw. and im queer as fuck man so no bigots else ill make you go slowly mad or some shit like that
Open Roleplay Starter
{This is a Riordanverse OC, feel free to interact as canon characters or other OCs. This specific starter is set when she’s found at camp/is back from the dead so prepare for ✨angst✨Possible TWs: panic attacks, crying, death, fainting, confusion, blood, etc.}
It’s capture the flag, the weather is calm and no one is seriously hurt, which everyone, especially the medics are happy about and hoping it stays that way— but obviously, it being a camp full of demigods, something was bound to happen.
About halfway through the game, a couple of meters infront of you, stands a trembling and bloody teenager, desperately clinging onto a dagger and sobbing, trying to keep anyone and everything away from him.
"Oh, great," Lucas mutters, rolling his eyes at the sight of the bloody, sobbing teen. "You ain't gonna last long whilst injured and crying, my gods."
He approaches, dodging attacks to get close to Arlo.
"You are a mess." He remarks, but sighs, aiding Arlo in keeping people at bay. "C'mon. Stop crying so much, and let's get out of the open. Go somewhere quieter or whatever."
Why the hell are you helping such a liability? He thinks, but pushes the thought aside for now. It's easier to play the role of the uncaring idiot when he's not questioning his motives.
"Mhm" they squeaked, not knowing exactly what he had said but for some reason following him.
oh my gods, stop crying. stop crying stop crying stop crying stop crying—
He walks ahead, sword gripped tight with his head tilted slightly. The sunlight slowly dims as the trees get denser and the canopy thickens.
"Here's good." He says, sitting at the base of a tree and planting his palm on the ground, causing some strawberries to grow, eating one himself. "...Want a strawberry?"
She sits down nearby, shaking his head at the question and hiding their face with their arms, knees tucked up to his chest.
I’m dead, I’m imagining this. Just hide and it’ll be okay. And stop with the fucking crying.
"More for me then." He shrugs, picking the last of the strawberries from the plant and looking up at Arlo to study her.
"So, what's up with you?" Lucas asks bluntly, raising an eyebrow. "Crying cause of a few scrapes? Or something deeper than that? Mm?"
They glance up, frowning a bit at him before putting their head back down for a moment, taking a deep breath then looking right at him.
"who the hell are you nd where the fuck are we?" she asks, voice breaking a little but still looking pissed, as if willing to fight if necessary.
Truth be told, she wasn't sure why he was so upset, and honestly hadn't even made out the question.
"Okay, don't answer me. Whatever." He says under his breath, then looks at Arlo to answer her questions.
"I'm Lucas, and we are in the forest. At Camp Half-Blood. How don't you know that?" He leans his head back against the tree trunk. "Who're you? And are ya gonna say why you're crying or are you gonna stop, cause frankly, it's irritating."
"I don't know. Am I supposed to?! And you wanna know what's really fucking 'irritating'? Trying to talk to you" he snapped, still staring Lucas down.
That was rude, Arlo. You're so fu– Wait. That's my name. Arlo.
"How polite." He mutters sarcastically. "And yes, typically most people are expected to know who they are."
He crosses his arms, staring right back at Arlo.
"Thanks, I strive on being irritating."
Open Roleplay Starter
{This is a Riordanverse OC, feel free to interact as canon characters or other OCs. This specific starter is set when she’s found at camp/is back from the dead so prepare for ✨angst✨Possible TWs: panic attacks, crying, death, fainting, confusion, blood, etc.}
It’s capture the flag, the weather is calm and no one is seriously hurt, which everyone, especially the medics are happy about and hoping it stays that way— but obviously, it being a camp full of demigods, something was bound to happen.
About halfway through the game, a couple of meters infront of you, stands a trembling and bloody teenager, desperately clinging onto a dagger and sobbing, trying to keep anyone and everything away from him.
"Oh, great," Lucas mutters, rolling his eyes at the sight of the bloody, sobbing teen. "You ain't gonna last long whilst injured and crying, my gods."
He approaches, dodging attacks to get close to Arlo.
"You are a mess." He remarks, but sighs, aiding Arlo in keeping people at bay. "C'mon. Stop crying so much, and let's get out of the open. Go somewhere quieter or whatever."
Why the hell are you helping such a liability? He thinks, but pushes the thought aside for now. It's easier to play the role of the uncaring idiot when he's not questioning his motives.
"Mhm" they squeaked, not knowing exactly what he had said but for some reason following him.
oh my gods, stop crying. stop crying stop crying stop crying stop crying—
He walks ahead, sword gripped tight with his head tilted slightly. The sunlight slowly dims as the trees get denser and the canopy thickens.
"Here's good." He says, sitting at the base of a tree and planting his palm on the ground, causing some strawberries to grow, eating one himself. "...Want a strawberry?"
She sits down nearby, shaking his head at the question and hiding their face with their arms, knees tucked up to his chest.
I’m dead, I’m imagining this. Just hide and it’ll be okay. And stop with the fucking crying.
"More for me then." He shrugs, picking the last of the strawberries from the plant and looking up at Arlo to study her.
"So, what's up with you?" Lucas asks bluntly, raising an eyebrow. "Crying cause of a few scrapes? Or something deeper than that? Mm?"
They glance up, frowning a bit at him before putting their head back down for a moment, taking a deep breath then looking right at him.
"who the hell are you nd where the fuck are we?" she asks, voice breaking a little but still looking pissed, as if willing to fight if necessary.
Truth be told, she wasn't sure why he was so upset, and honestly hadn't even made out the question.
"Okay, don't answer me. Whatever." He says under his breath, then looks at Arlo to answer her questions.
"I'm Lucas, and we are in the forest. At Camp Half-Blood. How don't you know that?" He leans his head back against the tree trunk. "Who're you? And are ya gonna say why you're crying or are you gonna stop, cause frankly, it's irritating."
Open Roleplay Starter
{This is a Riordanverse OC, feel free to interact as canon characters or other OCs. This specific starter is set when she’s found at camp/is back from the dead so prepare for ✨angst✨Possible TWs: panic attacks, crying, death, fainting, confusion, blood, etc.}
It’s capture the flag, the weather is calm and no one is seriously hurt, which everyone, especially the medics are happy about and hoping it stays that way— but obviously, it being a camp full of demigods, something was bound to happen.
About halfway through the game, a couple of meters infront of you, stands a trembling and bloody teenager, desperately clinging onto a dagger and sobbing, trying to keep anyone and everything away from him.
"Oh, great," Lucas mutters, rolling his eyes at the sight of the bloody, sobbing teen. "You ain't gonna last long whilst injured and crying, my gods."
He approaches, dodging attacks to get close to Arlo.
"You are a mess." He remarks, but sighs, aiding Arlo in keeping people at bay. "C'mon. Stop crying so much, and let's get out of the open. Go somewhere quieter or whatever."
Why the hell are you helping such a liability? He thinks, but pushes the thought aside for now. It's easier to play the role of the uncaring idiot when he's not questioning his motives.
"Mhm" they squeaked, not knowing exactly what he had said but for some reason following him.
oh my gods, stop crying. stop crying stop crying stop crying stop crying—
He walks ahead, sword gripped tight with his head tilted slightly. The sunlight slowly dims as the trees get denser and the canopy thickens.
"Here's good." He says, sitting at the base of a tree and planting his palm on the ground, causing some strawberries to grow, eating one himself. "...Want a strawberry?"
She sits down nearby, shaking his head at the question and hiding their face with their arms, knees tucked up to his chest.
I’m dead, I’m imagining this. Just hide and it’ll be okay. And stop with the fucking crying.
"More for me then." He shrugs, picking the last of the strawberries from the plant and looking up at Arlo to study her.
"So, what's up with you?" Lucas asks bluntly, raising an eyebrow. "Crying cause of a few scrapes? Or something deeper than that? Mm?"
Open Roleplay Starter
{This is a Riordanverse OC, feel free to interact as canon characters or other OCs. This specific starter is set when she’s found at camp/is back from the dead so prepare for ✨angst✨Possible TWs: panic attacks, crying, death, fainting, confusion, blood, etc.}
It’s capture the flag, the weather is calm and no one is seriously hurt, which everyone, especially the medics are happy about and hoping it stays that way— but obviously, it being a camp full of demigods, something was bound to happen.
About halfway through the game, a couple of meters infront of you, stands a trembling and bloody teenager, desperately clinging onto a dagger and sobbing, trying to keep anyone and everything away from him.
"Oh, great," Lucas mutters, rolling his eyes at the sight of the bloody, sobbing teen. "You ain't gonna last long whilst injured and crying, my gods."
He approaches, dodging attacks to get close to Arlo.
"You are a mess." He remarks, but sighs, aiding Arlo in keeping people at bay. "C'mon. Stop crying so much, and let's get out of the open. Go somewhere quieter or whatever."
Why the hell are you helping such a liability? He thinks, but pushes the thought aside for now. It's easier to play the role of the uncaring idiot when he's not questioning his motives.
"Mhm" they squeaked, not knowing exactly what he had said but for some reason following him.
oh my gods, stop crying. stop crying stop crying stop crying stop crying—
He walks ahead, sword gripped tight with his head tilted slightly. The sunlight slowly dims as the trees get denser and the canopy thickens.
"Here's good." He says, sitting at the base of a tree and planting his palm on the ground, causing some strawberries to grow, eating one himself. "...Want a strawberry?"
Open Roleplay Starter
{This is a Riordanverse OC, feel free to interact as canon characters or other OCs. This specific starter is set when she’s found at camp/is back from the dead so prepare for ✨angst✨Possible TWs: panic attacks, crying, death, fainting, confusion, blood, etc.}
It’s capture the flag, the weather is calm and no one is seriously hurt, which everyone, especially the medics are happy about and hoping it stays that way— but obviously, it being a camp full of demigods, something was bound to happen.
About halfway through the game, a couple of meters infront of you, stands a trembling and bloody teenager, desperately clinging onto a dagger and sobbing, trying to keep anyone and everything away from him.
"Oh, great," Lucas mutters, rolling his eyes at the sight of the bloody, sobbing teen. "You ain't gonna last long whilst injured and crying, my gods."
He approaches, dodging attacks to get close to Arlo.
"You are a mess." He remarks, but sighs, aiding Arlo in keeping people at bay. "C'mon. Stop crying so much, and let's get out of the open. Go somewhere quieter or whatever."
Why the hell are you helping such a liability? He thinks, but pushes the thought aside for now. It's easier to play the role of the uncaring idiot when he's not questioning his motives.
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OPEN STARTER:
"the best thing you can do is run away, runaway"
TRIGGER WARNINGS: this may contain: mentions of religious trauma, mentions of neglect and abuse and mentions of homelessnes
Mar had gotten used to running away from places, she ran away from home and she had ran away from the people that she considered a family on the streets, she always ran away, so she never quite undid her small, beat up bags, that and the fear of getting stolen from, hoarding the food that was given at camp and the very few things she kept from before getting to camp. Even then it was obvious she hated the place, she was sure she didnt fit in. It was impossible she was one of them, a "demigod", a child of a greek god, it sounded like a bad joke, it was the opposite of everything she was taught, so she did what she did best: leave, run away, or atleast try to. She waited until night to do so.
And that's where you found her, almost out of camp grounds, with her clothes and shoes covered in dirt, mud, new and old blood and leaves, her knees scrapped, red with blood and her face serious, it made her actually look her age, even if it was an unlike expression.
So... what will you do now?
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Lucas had been doing his usual evening walk, the thing he'd been recommended to do before bed to "help him sleep" and stop him returning to so-called "bad habits" when he'd seen Mar.
"You know, if you're going to run away from camp, there are way less obvious ways to do it." He slowed to a stop a few steps away from her, but close enough to have a clear enough picture of what was being attempted.
"Seeing muddy and bloody people while on an evening walk isn't pleasant for anyone involved, is it?"
"personally, I love seeing muddy and bloody people while on evening walks." she said, pulling out a dagger without even turning around before fixing the bag over her shoulder "I am not gonna 'run away' from 'camp'."
"Well, to each their own." Lucas' eyes fall onto the dagger, head tilting as he watches her.
"Really? So that bag on your shoulder - just carrying it for fun, then? Just... chilling at the edge of camp late at night for absolutely no reason? Cut the crap." He shoves his hands into his pockets. "I don't care if you're running, I won't say anything. I just think you chose a terrible spot to use. Anyone could walk past. Anyone could see you... report you..."
"I reside on cabin eleven. You leave your things there, they dissapear, and I would much rather my bags dont dissapear, mkay?" Mar rolled her eyes "you better not say anything, even if Im not running away. But sure" she shrugged "let them report me, I'll just cut their tongues off, or I'll just beat them up, really seems like it'd send a message."
Lucas clicks his tongue. "Yeah, that'd send a message alright, but cutting off someone's tongue would lead to horrible shit like crying. Eugh. Fair enough about the bags though, I guess."
He nearly smiles. This person was interesting - blunt. Exactly the kind he held an innate respect for, even if it mildly irritated him at the same time.
"I'll say nothing, worry not, oh great 'resident' of Cabin 11."
Mar frowned, looking ever so disgusted "ew, not crying, that's gross..."
She finally turned around before tilting her head, hands still resting slightly on the strap of her bag "are you mocking me? If so, I can cut your tongue out too. And Im pretty sure this is rusted, maybe you'll get an infection."
"Not mocking. No need to give me tetanus or whatever." Lucas clears his throat. "And I quite value my tongue."
After a second of silence - during which he stared at Mar's rusted dagger - he speaks again. "Yeah, crying is gross. I despise those whiny little children that cry at the smallest of issues."
"I dont know what tetanus is, just know it sounds very disgusting but it also sounds like it'd be fun to give to someone..." Mar said, half slipping into thought "right? Always so sensitive... I would never cry."
Lucas nods along as Mar speaks.
"Yeah, tetanus is horrible. You get, like, muscle spasms. Imagine one of the youngsters getting it - then they'd have something to cry about for once." A malevolent smile emerges as he mentally entertains the idea.
Mar smirks, staring at her dagger "that'd be kinda funny... how do you know what happens when you get tetanus?"
"...No reason." He nudges a pebble with his shoe. "Must've heard about it in the infirmary. Or something."
"oh, yeah, I snuck in there to see if they had anything cool I could find, and I saw someone with a weapon stabbed through their leg, very cool things happen there" Mar says, staring at the pebble
"Cool," Lucas mutters amusedly, cursing under his breath when the pebble skids out of reach. "Wish I could've seen that. Instead I see idiots who nearly drowned, or tripped and broke their nose or something stupid."
"very cool...'" after a minute of silence she talks again "I broke my nose once! It bleeds sometimes! And its also curvy now" she laughs "and my parents also tried to drown me"
Lucas pauses - he isn't really sure how to respond to that. Who does know how to respond to someone saying that their parents tried to drown them?
"...Nice," he settles for, giving a nod and a fucking thumbs up. "Uh... yeah. Um. My mother locked me out of the house for three days straight once. Not as bad as drowning, of course, but, um. Yeah."
"nah, dont worry, it didn't work... clearly... sadly but I think they just wanted to shut me up, its fine. Being locked out sounds worse" Mar answers casually, still half-laughing
Lucas gives an awkward, if slightly nervous, chuckle.
"Yeah. Um." He reaches into his pocket and brings out a handful of grapes. "Do you want one? ...They're not poisoned or anything. Just grapes."
"... 're they safe?" Mar asks, tilting her head, eyes staring directly at the grapes
"Yeah." Lucas extends his hand, allowing Mar to take one if she so wishes. He takes one himself and looks up at the night sky as he eats it.
"Stars are bright tonight."
Mar took one carefully before shoving It in her mouth like she was starving, well, she did look like she was "they're too bright... it bothers me..."
"Mm, fair enough."
Lucas carefully sits down, keeping the grapes available in case Mar wants to take more.
"I like them."
Mar pulls her bag back over her shoulder when she noticed it slipping off, looking down at Lucas, quickly taking another grape and eating it as fast as she did with the last one"why do you like them?"
"I don't know," he says, voice quiet. "Maybe it's that lie we're told as kids. That dead people become stars and watch over you. Also, like people, stars change."
He clears his throat at his realisation of sentimentality, and quickly repairs it. "Or perhaps it's just 'cause I like space, and astronomy. Probably that."
"dead people become stars?" Mar asks, eyes widening in awe, ignoring the 'lie' part "people do change... a lot.. I guess that's just how Life works or whatever."
"Some people believe so, yeah," Lucas nods, deciding to not shoot down the idea after seeing Mar's wide, awe-struck eyes. "Yeah... Life's fucking weird. Sometimes you hate it, other times you don't."
Mar sits down next to Lucas, flapping her hands ever so slightly before noticing and grabbing the strap of her bag again "that's cool... and well, life's always weird, only thing that never changes... d'ya like life?"
"Difficult question." Lucas remarks, looking back up at the stars. "Not particularly. ...Do you?"
Mar thought for a few seconds, looking at the stars too, half-squinting "not really... but, you know, we'll all die eventually, we just have to wait..."
"Yeah. Just a matter of waiting." Lucas sighs quietly. "On the upside, since we're demigods, that wait will be quite short, eh?"
Mar almost flinched at hearing the word, her expression becoming sour "Im not a demigod... they're just confused..."
Lucas side-eyes her. "How d'you figure that? Camp's border only lets demigods in, so I'd love to hear your explanation."
"demigods arent even real" Mar says, side-eyeing him back with a slight sad look before opening her bag and taking out a pack of cigarrettes and offering it "my parents told me... y'want one?"
Lucas shifts back instinctively when he sees the cigarettes, a feeling of unease settling low in his stomach.
"No."
Mar raises her eyebrows while watching Lucas' face and body languague before sighing and putting them back with a smirk without lightning one for herself "your loss then..."
"I sincerely doubt it's a 'loss'." Lucas says, voice quiet and sharp, not relaxing even as the topic changes. "Anyway. Back to the topic of demigods; we are very much real. Have you not seen Percy Jackson literally move water? Or other scientifically-unexplainable phenomenons carried out by people in this camp?"
Mar went back to staring at the sky to avoid eye contact "doesnt matter... even if they are real, Im not one of it"
"You'll get over this denial phase eventually. All the unclaimed do. But sure, believe what you want."
After a pause, he looks at Mar. "Why are you don't you think you're a demigod anyway? Most people that I've met who've wanted to deny that this is real are those whose parents were killed, but you don't seem like you like yours - you said they tried to drown you. So... why?"
"it aint a denial phase" Mar laughs again, rolling her eyes, grabbing tighter onto her bag "what do you mean why?"
"Doesn't matter. Forget it." Lucas watches her. "Not a phase. 'K."
He picks up a pebble and throws it toward the dense grass.
Mar stands up, wiping her still bloody knees and fixing her short hair, checking her bags quickly "I should get going.."
"Mm. Don't die. Or do, I don't care." Lucas nods. "Bye."
OPEN STARTER:
"the best thing you can do is run away, runaway"
TRIGGER WARNINGS: this may contain: mentions of religious trauma, mentions of neglect and abuse and mentions of homelessnes
Mar had gotten used to running away from places, she ran away from home and she had ran away from the people that she considered a family on the streets, she always ran away, so she never quite undid her small, beat up bags, that and the fear of getting stolen from, hoarding the food that was given at camp and the very few things she kept from before getting to camp. Even then it was obvious she hated the place, she was sure she didnt fit in. It was impossible she was one of them, a "demigod", a child of a greek god, it sounded like a bad joke, it was the opposite of everything she was taught, so she did what she did best: leave, run away, or atleast try to. She waited until night to do so.
And that's where you found her, almost out of camp grounds, with her clothes and shoes covered in dirt, mud, new and old blood and leaves, her knees scrapped, red with blood and her face serious, it made her actually look her age, even if it was an unlike expression.
So... what will you do now?
TAG LIST:
Tagging people, my only weakness...
@drunk-onwine
@c-a-s-s-i-o-p-e-i-a-w
Idk who else, tell me if you want to get tagged or untagged
Lucas had been doing his usual evening walk, the thing he'd been recommended to do before bed to "help him sleep" and stop him returning to so-called "bad habits" when he'd seen Mar.
"You know, if you're going to run away from camp, there are way less obvious ways to do it." He slowed to a stop a few steps away from her, but close enough to have a clear enough picture of what was being attempted.
"Seeing muddy and bloody people while on an evening walk isn't pleasant for anyone involved, is it?"
"personally, I love seeing muddy and bloody people while on evening walks." she said, pulling out a dagger without even turning around before fixing the bag over her shoulder "I am not gonna 'run away' from 'camp'."
"Well, to each their own." Lucas' eyes fall onto the dagger, head tilting as he watches her.
"Really? So that bag on your shoulder - just carrying it for fun, then? Just... chilling at the edge of camp late at night for absolutely no reason? Cut the crap." He shoves his hands into his pockets. "I don't care if you're running, I won't say anything. I just think you chose a terrible spot to use. Anyone could walk past. Anyone could see you... report you..."
"I reside on cabin eleven. You leave your things there, they dissapear, and I would much rather my bags dont dissapear, mkay?" Mar rolled her eyes "you better not say anything, even if Im not running away. But sure" she shrugged "let them report me, I'll just cut their tongues off, or I'll just beat them up, really seems like it'd send a message."
Lucas clicks his tongue. "Yeah, that'd send a message alright, but cutting off someone's tongue would lead to horrible shit like crying. Eugh. Fair enough about the bags though, I guess."
He nearly smiles. This person was interesting - blunt. Exactly the kind he held an innate respect for, even if it mildly irritated him at the same time.
"I'll say nothing, worry not, oh great 'resident' of Cabin 11."
Mar frowned, looking ever so disgusted "ew, not crying, that's gross..."
She finally turned around before tilting her head, hands still resting slightly on the strap of her bag "are you mocking me? If so, I can cut your tongue out too. And Im pretty sure this is rusted, maybe you'll get an infection."
"Not mocking. No need to give me tetanus or whatever." Lucas clears his throat. "And I quite value my tongue."
After a second of silence - during which he stared at Mar's rusted dagger - he speaks again. "Yeah, crying is gross. I despise those whiny little children that cry at the smallest of issues."
"I dont know what tetanus is, just know it sounds very disgusting but it also sounds like it'd be fun to give to someone..." Mar said, half slipping into thought "right? Always so sensitive... I would never cry."
Lucas nods along as Mar speaks.
"Yeah, tetanus is horrible. You get, like, muscle spasms. Imagine one of the youngsters getting it - then they'd have something to cry about for once." A malevolent smile emerges as he mentally entertains the idea.
Mar smirks, staring at her dagger "that'd be kinda funny... how do you know what happens when you get tetanus?"
"...No reason." He nudges a pebble with his shoe. "Must've heard about it in the infirmary. Or something."
"oh, yeah, I snuck in there to see if they had anything cool I could find, and I saw someone with a weapon stabbed through their leg, very cool things happen there" Mar says, staring at the pebble
"Cool," Lucas mutters amusedly, cursing under his breath when the pebble skids out of reach. "Wish I could've seen that. Instead I see idiots who nearly drowned, or tripped and broke their nose or something stupid."
"very cool...'" after a minute of silence she talks again "I broke my nose once! It bleeds sometimes! And its also curvy now" she laughs "and my parents also tried to drown me"
Lucas pauses - he isn't really sure how to respond to that. Who does know how to respond to someone saying that their parents tried to drown them?
"...Nice," he settles for, giving a nod and a fucking thumbs up. "Uh... yeah. Um. My mother locked me out of the house for three days straight once. Not as bad as drowning, of course, but, um. Yeah."
"nah, dont worry, it didn't work... clearly... sadly but I think they just wanted to shut me up, its fine. Being locked out sounds worse" Mar answers casually, still half-laughing
Lucas gives an awkward, if slightly nervous, chuckle.
"Yeah. Um." He reaches into his pocket and brings out a handful of grapes. "Do you want one? ...They're not poisoned or anything. Just grapes."
"... 're they safe?" Mar asks, tilting her head, eyes staring directly at the grapes
"Yeah." Lucas extends his hand, allowing Mar to take one if she so wishes. He takes one himself and looks up at the night sky as he eats it.
"Stars are bright tonight."
Mar took one carefully before shoving It in her mouth like she was starving, well, she did look like she was "they're too bright... it bothers me..."
"Mm, fair enough."
Lucas carefully sits down, keeping the grapes available in case Mar wants to take more.
"I like them."
Mar pulls her bag back over her shoulder when she noticed it slipping off, looking down at Lucas, quickly taking another grape and eating it as fast as she did with the last one"why do you like them?"
"I don't know," he says, voice quiet. "Maybe it's that lie we're told as kids. That dead people become stars and watch over you. Also, like people, stars change."
He clears his throat at his realisation of sentimentality, and quickly repairs it. "Or perhaps it's just 'cause I like space, and astronomy. Probably that."
"dead people become stars?" Mar asks, eyes widening in awe, ignoring the 'lie' part "people do change... a lot.. I guess that's just how Life works or whatever."
"Some people believe so, yeah," Lucas nods, deciding to not shoot down the idea after seeing Mar's wide, awe-struck eyes. "Yeah... Life's fucking weird. Sometimes you hate it, other times you don't."
Mar sits down next to Lucas, flapping her hands ever so slightly before noticing and grabbing the strap of her bag again "that's cool... and well, life's always weird, only thing that never changes... d'ya like life?"
"Difficult question." Lucas remarks, looking back up at the stars. "Not particularly. ...Do you?"
Mar thought for a few seconds, looking at the stars too, half-squinting "not really... but, you know, we'll all die eventually, we just have to wait..."
"Yeah. Just a matter of waiting." Lucas sighs quietly. "On the upside, since we're demigods, that wait will be quite short, eh?"
Mar almost flinched at hearing the word, her expression becoming sour "Im not a demigod... they're just confused..."
Lucas side-eyes her. "How d'you figure that? Camp's border only lets demigods in, so I'd love to hear your explanation."
"demigods arent even real" Mar says, side-eyeing him back with a slight sad look before opening her bag and taking out a pack of cigarrettes and offering it "my parents told me... y'want one?"
Lucas shifts back instinctively when he sees the cigarettes, a feeling of unease settling low in his stomach.
"No."
Mar raises her eyebrows while watching Lucas' face and body languague before sighing and putting them back with a smirk without lightning one for herself "your loss then..."
"I sincerely doubt it's a 'loss'." Lucas says, voice quiet and sharp, not relaxing even as the topic changes. "Anyway. Back to the topic of demigods; we are very much real. Have you not seen Percy Jackson literally move water? Or other scientifically-unexplainable phenomenons carried out by people in this camp?"
Mar went back to staring at the sky to avoid eye contact "doesnt matter... even if they are real, Im not one of it"
"You'll get over this denial phase eventually. All the unclaimed do. But sure, believe what you want."
After a pause, he looks at Mar. "Why are you don't you think you're a demigod anyway? Most people that I've met who've wanted to deny that this is real are those whose parents were killed, but you don't seem like you like yours - you said they tried to drown you. So... why?"
"it aint a denial phase" Mar laughs again, rolling her eyes, grabbing tighter onto her bag "what do you mean why?"
"Doesn't matter. Forget it." Lucas watches her. "Not a phase. 'K."
He picks up a pebble and throws it toward the dense grass.
OPEN STARTER:
"the best thing you can do is run away, runaway"
TRIGGER WARNINGS: this may contain: mentions of religious trauma, mentions of neglect and abuse and mentions of homelessnes
Mar had gotten used to running away from places, she ran away from home and she had ran away from the people that she considered a family on the streets, she always ran away, so she never quite undid her small, beat up bags, that and the fear of getting stolen from, hoarding the food that was given at camp and the very few things she kept from before getting to camp. Even then it was obvious she hated the place, she was sure she didnt fit in. It was impossible she was one of them, a "demigod", a child of a greek god, it sounded like a bad joke, it was the opposite of everything she was taught, so she did what she did best: leave, run away, or atleast try to. She waited until night to do so.
And that's where you found her, almost out of camp grounds, with her clothes and shoes covered in dirt, mud, new and old blood and leaves, her knees scrapped, red with blood and her face serious, it made her actually look her age, even if it was an unlike expression.
So... what will you do now?
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Lucas had been doing his usual evening walk, the thing he'd been recommended to do before bed to "help him sleep" and stop him returning to so-called "bad habits" when he'd seen Mar.
"You know, if you're going to run away from camp, there are way less obvious ways to do it." He slowed to a stop a few steps away from her, but close enough to have a clear enough picture of what was being attempted.
"Seeing muddy and bloody people while on an evening walk isn't pleasant for anyone involved, is it?"
"personally, I love seeing muddy and bloody people while on evening walks." she said, pulling out a dagger without even turning around before fixing the bag over her shoulder "I am not gonna 'run away' from 'camp'."
"Well, to each their own." Lucas' eyes fall onto the dagger, head tilting as he watches her.
"Really? So that bag on your shoulder - just carrying it for fun, then? Just... chilling at the edge of camp late at night for absolutely no reason? Cut the crap." He shoves his hands into his pockets. "I don't care if you're running, I won't say anything. I just think you chose a terrible spot to use. Anyone could walk past. Anyone could see you... report you..."
"I reside on cabin eleven. You leave your things there, they dissapear, and I would much rather my bags dont dissapear, mkay?" Mar rolled her eyes "you better not say anything, even if Im not running away. But sure" she shrugged "let them report me, I'll just cut their tongues off, or I'll just beat them up, really seems like it'd send a message."
Lucas clicks his tongue. "Yeah, that'd send a message alright, but cutting off someone's tongue would lead to horrible shit like crying. Eugh. Fair enough about the bags though, I guess."
He nearly smiles. This person was interesting - blunt. Exactly the kind he held an innate respect for, even if it mildly irritated him at the same time.
"I'll say nothing, worry not, oh great 'resident' of Cabin 11."
Mar frowned, looking ever so disgusted "ew, not crying, that's gross..."
She finally turned around before tilting her head, hands still resting slightly on the strap of her bag "are you mocking me? If so, I can cut your tongue out too. And Im pretty sure this is rusted, maybe you'll get an infection."
"Not mocking. No need to give me tetanus or whatever." Lucas clears his throat. "And I quite value my tongue."
After a second of silence - during which he stared at Mar's rusted dagger - he speaks again. "Yeah, crying is gross. I despise those whiny little children that cry at the smallest of issues."
"I dont know what tetanus is, just know it sounds very disgusting but it also sounds like it'd be fun to give to someone..." Mar said, half slipping into thought "right? Always so sensitive... I would never cry."
Lucas nods along as Mar speaks.
"Yeah, tetanus is horrible. You get, like, muscle spasms. Imagine one of the youngsters getting it - then they'd have something to cry about for once." A malevolent smile emerges as he mentally entertains the idea.
Mar smirks, staring at her dagger "that'd be kinda funny... how do you know what happens when you get tetanus?"
"...No reason." He nudges a pebble with his shoe. "Must've heard about it in the infirmary. Or something."
"oh, yeah, I snuck in there to see if they had anything cool I could find, and I saw someone with a weapon stabbed through their leg, very cool things happen there" Mar says, staring at the pebble
"Cool," Lucas mutters amusedly, cursing under his breath when the pebble skids out of reach. "Wish I could've seen that. Instead I see idiots who nearly drowned, or tripped and broke their nose or something stupid."
"very cool...'" after a minute of silence she talks again "I broke my nose once! It bleeds sometimes! And its also curvy now" she laughs "and my parents also tried to drown me"
Lucas pauses - he isn't really sure how to respond to that. Who does know how to respond to someone saying that their parents tried to drown them?
"...Nice," he settles for, giving a nod and a fucking thumbs up. "Uh... yeah. Um. My mother locked me out of the house for three days straight once. Not as bad as drowning, of course, but, um. Yeah."
"nah, dont worry, it didn't work... clearly... sadly but I think they just wanted to shut me up, its fine. Being locked out sounds worse" Mar answers casually, still half-laughing
Lucas gives an awkward, if slightly nervous, chuckle.
"Yeah. Um." He reaches into his pocket and brings out a handful of grapes. "Do you want one? ...They're not poisoned or anything. Just grapes."
"... 're they safe?" Mar asks, tilting her head, eyes staring directly at the grapes
"Yeah." Lucas extends his hand, allowing Mar to take one if she so wishes. He takes one himself and looks up at the night sky as he eats it.
"Stars are bright tonight."
Mar took one carefully before shoving It in her mouth like she was starving, well, she did look like she was "they're too bright... it bothers me..."
"Mm, fair enough."
Lucas carefully sits down, keeping the grapes available in case Mar wants to take more.
"I like them."
Mar pulls her bag back over her shoulder when she noticed it slipping off, looking down at Lucas, quickly taking another grape and eating it as fast as she did with the last one"why do you like them?"
"I don't know," he says, voice quiet. "Maybe it's that lie we're told as kids. That dead people become stars and watch over you. Also, like people, stars change."
He clears his throat at his realisation of sentimentality, and quickly repairs it. "Or perhaps it's just 'cause I like space, and astronomy. Probably that."
"dead people become stars?" Mar asks, eyes widening in awe, ignoring the 'lie' part "people do change... a lot.. I guess that's just how Life works or whatever."
"Some people believe so, yeah," Lucas nods, deciding to not shoot down the idea after seeing Mar's wide, awe-struck eyes. "Yeah... Life's fucking weird. Sometimes you hate it, other times you don't."
Mar sits down next to Lucas, flapping her hands ever so slightly before noticing and grabbing the strap of her bag again "that's cool... and well, life's always weird, only thing that never changes... d'ya like life?"
"Difficult question." Lucas remarks, looking back up at the stars. "Not particularly. ...Do you?"
Mar thought for a few seconds, looking at the stars too, half-squinting "not really... but, you know, we'll all die eventually, we just have to wait..."
"Yeah. Just a matter of waiting." Lucas sighs quietly. "On the upside, since we're demigods, that wait will be quite short, eh?"
Mar almost flinched at hearing the word, her expression becoming sour "Im not a demigod... they're just confused..."
Lucas side-eyes her. "How d'you figure that? Camp's border only lets demigods in, so I'd love to hear your explanation."
"demigods arent even real" Mar says, side-eyeing him back with a slight sad look before opening her bag and taking out a pack of cigarrettes and offering it "my parents told me... y'want one?"
Lucas shifts back instinctively when he sees the cigarettes, a feeling of unease settling low in his stomach.
"No."
Mar raises her eyebrows while watching Lucas' face and body languague before sighing and putting them back with a smirk without lightning one for herself "your loss then..."
"I sincerely doubt it's a 'loss'." Lucas says, voice quiet and sharp, not relaxing even as the topic changes. "Anyway. Back to the topic of demigods; we are very much real. Have you not seen Percy Jackson literally move water? Or other scientifically-unexplainable phenomenons carried out by people in this camp?"
Mar went back to staring at the sky to avoid eye contact "doesnt matter... even if they are real, Im not one of it"
"You'll get over this denial phase eventually. All the unclaimed do. But sure, believe what you want."
After a pause, he looks at Mar. "Why are you don't you think you're a demigod anyway? Most people that I've met who've wanted to deny that this is real are those whose parents were killed, but you don't seem like you like yours - you said they tried to drown you. So... why?"
OPEN STARTER:
"the best thing you can do is run away, runaway"
TRIGGER WARNINGS: this may contain: mentions of religious trauma, mentions of neglect and abuse and mentions of homelessnes
Mar had gotten used to running away from places, she ran away from home and she had ran away from the people that she considered a family on the streets, she always ran away, so she never quite undid her small, beat up bags, that and the fear of getting stolen from, hoarding the food that was given at camp and the very few things she kept from before getting to camp. Even then it was obvious she hated the place, she was sure she didnt fit in. It was impossible she was one of them, a "demigod", a child of a greek god, it sounded like a bad joke, it was the opposite of everything she was taught, so she did what she did best: leave, run away, or atleast try to. She waited until night to do so.
And that's where you found her, almost out of camp grounds, with her clothes and shoes covered in dirt, mud, new and old blood and leaves, her knees scrapped, red with blood and her face serious, it made her actually look her age, even if it was an unlike expression.
So... what will you do now?
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Lucas had been doing his usual evening walk, the thing he'd been recommended to do before bed to "help him sleep" and stop him returning to so-called "bad habits" when he'd seen Mar.
"You know, if you're going to run away from camp, there are way less obvious ways to do it." He slowed to a stop a few steps away from her, but close enough to have a clear enough picture of what was being attempted.
"Seeing muddy and bloody people while on an evening walk isn't pleasant for anyone involved, is it?"
"personally, I love seeing muddy and bloody people while on evening walks." she said, pulling out a dagger without even turning around before fixing the bag over her shoulder "I am not gonna 'run away' from 'camp'."
"Well, to each their own." Lucas' eyes fall onto the dagger, head tilting as he watches her.
"Really? So that bag on your shoulder - just carrying it for fun, then? Just... chilling at the edge of camp late at night for absolutely no reason? Cut the crap." He shoves his hands into his pockets. "I don't care if you're running, I won't say anything. I just think you chose a terrible spot to use. Anyone could walk past. Anyone could see you... report you..."
"I reside on cabin eleven. You leave your things there, they dissapear, and I would much rather my bags dont dissapear, mkay?" Mar rolled her eyes "you better not say anything, even if Im not running away. But sure" she shrugged "let them report me, I'll just cut their tongues off, or I'll just beat them up, really seems like it'd send a message."
Lucas clicks his tongue. "Yeah, that'd send a message alright, but cutting off someone's tongue would lead to horrible shit like crying. Eugh. Fair enough about the bags though, I guess."
He nearly smiles. This person was interesting - blunt. Exactly the kind he held an innate respect for, even if it mildly irritated him at the same time.
"I'll say nothing, worry not, oh great 'resident' of Cabin 11."
Mar frowned, looking ever so disgusted "ew, not crying, that's gross..."
She finally turned around before tilting her head, hands still resting slightly on the strap of her bag "are you mocking me? If so, I can cut your tongue out too. And Im pretty sure this is rusted, maybe you'll get an infection."
"Not mocking. No need to give me tetanus or whatever." Lucas clears his throat. "And I quite value my tongue."
After a second of silence - during which he stared at Mar's rusted dagger - he speaks again. "Yeah, crying is gross. I despise those whiny little children that cry at the smallest of issues."
"I dont know what tetanus is, just know it sounds very disgusting but it also sounds like it'd be fun to give to someone..." Mar said, half slipping into thought "right? Always so sensitive... I would never cry."
Lucas nods along as Mar speaks.
"Yeah, tetanus is horrible. You get, like, muscle spasms. Imagine one of the youngsters getting it - then they'd have something to cry about for once." A malevolent smile emerges as he mentally entertains the idea.
Mar smirks, staring at her dagger "that'd be kinda funny... how do you know what happens when you get tetanus?"
"...No reason." He nudges a pebble with his shoe. "Must've heard about it in the infirmary. Or something."
"oh, yeah, I snuck in there to see if they had anything cool I could find, and I saw someone with a weapon stabbed through their leg, very cool things happen there" Mar says, staring at the pebble
"Cool," Lucas mutters amusedly, cursing under his breath when the pebble skids out of reach. "Wish I could've seen that. Instead I see idiots who nearly drowned, or tripped and broke their nose or something stupid."
"very cool...'" after a minute of silence she talks again "I broke my nose once! It bleeds sometimes! And its also curvy now" she laughs "and my parents also tried to drown me"
Lucas pauses - he isn't really sure how to respond to that. Who does know how to respond to someone saying that their parents tried to drown them?
"...Nice," he settles for, giving a nod and a fucking thumbs up. "Uh... yeah. Um. My mother locked me out of the house for three days straight once. Not as bad as drowning, of course, but, um. Yeah."
"nah, dont worry, it didn't work... clearly... sadly but I think they just wanted to shut me up, its fine. Being locked out sounds worse" Mar answers casually, still half-laughing
Lucas gives an awkward, if slightly nervous, chuckle.
"Yeah. Um." He reaches into his pocket and brings out a handful of grapes. "Do you want one? ...They're not poisoned or anything. Just grapes."
"... 're they safe?" Mar asks, tilting her head, eyes staring directly at the grapes
"Yeah." Lucas extends his hand, allowing Mar to take one if she so wishes. He takes one himself and looks up at the night sky as he eats it.
"Stars are bright tonight."
Mar took one carefully before shoving It in her mouth like she was starving, well, she did look like she was "they're too bright... it bothers me..."
"Mm, fair enough."
Lucas carefully sits down, keeping the grapes available in case Mar wants to take more.
"I like them."
Mar pulls her bag back over her shoulder when she noticed it slipping off, looking down at Lucas, quickly taking another grape and eating it as fast as she did with the last one"why do you like them?"
"I don't know," he says, voice quiet. "Maybe it's that lie we're told as kids. That dead people become stars and watch over you. Also, like people, stars change."
He clears his throat at his realisation of sentimentality, and quickly repairs it. "Or perhaps it's just 'cause I like space, and astronomy. Probably that."
"dead people become stars?" Mar asks, eyes widening in awe, ignoring the 'lie' part "people do change... a lot.. I guess that's just how Life works or whatever."
"Some people believe so, yeah," Lucas nods, deciding to not shoot down the idea after seeing Mar's wide, awe-struck eyes. "Yeah... Life's fucking weird. Sometimes you hate it, other times you don't."
Mar sits down next to Lucas, flapping her hands ever so slightly before noticing and grabbing the strap of her bag again "that's cool... and well, life's always weird, only thing that never changes... d'ya like life?"
"Difficult question." Lucas remarks, looking back up at the stars. "Not particularly. ...Do you?"
Mar thought for a few seconds, looking at the stars too, half-squinting "not really... but, you know, we'll all die eventually, we just have to wait..."
"Yeah. Just a matter of waiting." Lucas sighs quietly. "On the upside, since we're demigods, that wait will be quite short, eh?"
Mar almost flinched at hearing the word, her expression becoming sour "Im not a demigod... they're just confused..."
Lucas side-eyes her. "How d'you figure that? Camp's border only lets demigods in, so I'd love to hear your explanation."
"demigods arent even real" Mar says, side-eyeing him back with a slight sad look before opening her bag and taking out a pack of cigarrettes and offering it "my parents told me... y'want one?"
Lucas shifts back instinctively when he sees the cigarettes, a feeling of unease settling low in his stomach.
"No."
Mar raises her eyebrows while watching Lucas' face and body languague before sighing and putting them back with a smirk without lightning one for herself "your loss then..."
"I sincerely doubt it's a 'loss'." Lucas says, voice quiet and sharp, not relaxing even as the topic changes. "Anyway. Back to the topic of demigods; we are very much real. Have you not seen Percy Jackson literally move water? Or other scientifically-unexplainable phenomenons carried out by people in this camp?"
OPEN STARTER:
"the best thing you can do is run away, runaway"
TRIGGER WARNINGS: this may contain: mentions of religious trauma, mentions of neglect and abuse and mentions of homelessnes
Mar had gotten used to running away from places, she ran away from home and she had ran away from the people that she considered a family on the streets, she always ran away, so she never quite undid her small, beat up bags, that and the fear of getting stolen from, hoarding the food that was given at camp and the very few things she kept from before getting to camp. Even then it was obvious she hated the place, she was sure she didnt fit in. It was impossible she was one of them, a "demigod", a child of a greek god, it sounded like a bad joke, it was the opposite of everything she was taught, so she did what she did best: leave, run away, or atleast try to. She waited until night to do so.
And that's where you found her, almost out of camp grounds, with her clothes and shoes covered in dirt, mud, new and old blood and leaves, her knees scrapped, red with blood and her face serious, it made her actually look her age, even if it was an unlike expression.
So... what will you do now?
TAG LIST:
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Lucas had been doing his usual evening walk, the thing he'd been recommended to do before bed to "help him sleep" and stop him returning to so-called "bad habits" when he'd seen Mar.
"You know, if you're going to run away from camp, there are way less obvious ways to do it." He slowed to a stop a few steps away from her, but close enough to have a clear enough picture of what was being attempted.
"Seeing muddy and bloody people while on an evening walk isn't pleasant for anyone involved, is it?"
"personally, I love seeing muddy and bloody people while on evening walks." she said, pulling out a dagger without even turning around before fixing the bag over her shoulder "I am not gonna 'run away' from 'camp'."
"Well, to each their own." Lucas' eyes fall onto the dagger, head tilting as he watches her.
"Really? So that bag on your shoulder - just carrying it for fun, then? Just... chilling at the edge of camp late at night for absolutely no reason? Cut the crap." He shoves his hands into his pockets. "I don't care if you're running, I won't say anything. I just think you chose a terrible spot to use. Anyone could walk past. Anyone could see you... report you..."
"I reside on cabin eleven. You leave your things there, they dissapear, and I would much rather my bags dont dissapear, mkay?" Mar rolled her eyes "you better not say anything, even if Im not running away. But sure" she shrugged "let them report me, I'll just cut their tongues off, or I'll just beat them up, really seems like it'd send a message."
Lucas clicks his tongue. "Yeah, that'd send a message alright, but cutting off someone's tongue would lead to horrible shit like crying. Eugh. Fair enough about the bags though, I guess."
He nearly smiles. This person was interesting - blunt. Exactly the kind he held an innate respect for, even if it mildly irritated him at the same time.
"I'll say nothing, worry not, oh great 'resident' of Cabin 11."
Mar frowned, looking ever so disgusted "ew, not crying, that's gross..."
She finally turned around before tilting her head, hands still resting slightly on the strap of her bag "are you mocking me? If so, I can cut your tongue out too. And Im pretty sure this is rusted, maybe you'll get an infection."
"Not mocking. No need to give me tetanus or whatever." Lucas clears his throat. "And I quite value my tongue."
After a second of silence - during which he stared at Mar's rusted dagger - he speaks again. "Yeah, crying is gross. I despise those whiny little children that cry at the smallest of issues."
"I dont know what tetanus is, just know it sounds very disgusting but it also sounds like it'd be fun to give to someone..." Mar said, half slipping into thought "right? Always so sensitive... I would never cry."
Lucas nods along as Mar speaks.
"Yeah, tetanus is horrible. You get, like, muscle spasms. Imagine one of the youngsters getting it - then they'd have something to cry about for once." A malevolent smile emerges as he mentally entertains the idea.
Mar smirks, staring at her dagger "that'd be kinda funny... how do you know what happens when you get tetanus?"
"...No reason." He nudges a pebble with his shoe. "Must've heard about it in the infirmary. Or something."
"oh, yeah, I snuck in there to see if they had anything cool I could find, and I saw someone with a weapon stabbed through their leg, very cool things happen there" Mar says, staring at the pebble
"Cool," Lucas mutters amusedly, cursing under his breath when the pebble skids out of reach. "Wish I could've seen that. Instead I see idiots who nearly drowned, or tripped and broke their nose or something stupid."
"very cool...'" after a minute of silence she talks again "I broke my nose once! It bleeds sometimes! And its also curvy now" she laughs "and my parents also tried to drown me"
Lucas pauses - he isn't really sure how to respond to that. Who does know how to respond to someone saying that their parents tried to drown them?
"...Nice," he settles for, giving a nod and a fucking thumbs up. "Uh... yeah. Um. My mother locked me out of the house for three days straight once. Not as bad as drowning, of course, but, um. Yeah."
"nah, dont worry, it didn't work... clearly... sadly but I think they just wanted to shut me up, its fine. Being locked out sounds worse" Mar answers casually, still half-laughing
Lucas gives an awkward, if slightly nervous, chuckle.
"Yeah. Um." He reaches into his pocket and brings out a handful of grapes. "Do you want one? ...They're not poisoned or anything. Just grapes."
"... 're they safe?" Mar asks, tilting her head, eyes staring directly at the grapes
"Yeah." Lucas extends his hand, allowing Mar to take one if she so wishes. He takes one himself and looks up at the night sky as he eats it.
"Stars are bright tonight."
Mar took one carefully before shoving It in her mouth like she was starving, well, she did look like she was "they're too bright... it bothers me..."
"Mm, fair enough."
Lucas carefully sits down, keeping the grapes available in case Mar wants to take more.
"I like them."
Mar pulls her bag back over her shoulder when she noticed it slipping off, looking down at Lucas, quickly taking another grape and eating it as fast as she did with the last one"why do you like them?"
"I don't know," he says, voice quiet. "Maybe it's that lie we're told as kids. That dead people become stars and watch over you. Also, like people, stars change."
He clears his throat at his realisation of sentimentality, and quickly repairs it. "Or perhaps it's just 'cause I like space, and astronomy. Probably that."
"dead people become stars?" Mar asks, eyes widening in awe, ignoring the 'lie' part "people do change... a lot.. I guess that's just how Life works or whatever."
"Some people believe so, yeah," Lucas nods, deciding to not shoot down the idea after seeing Mar's wide, awe-struck eyes. "Yeah... Life's fucking weird. Sometimes you hate it, other times you don't."
Mar sits down next to Lucas, flapping her hands ever so slightly before noticing and grabbing the strap of her bag again "that's cool... and well, life's always weird, only thing that never changes... d'ya like life?"
"Difficult question." Lucas remarks, looking back up at the stars. "Not particularly. ...Do you?"
Mar thought for a few seconds, looking at the stars too, half-squinting "not really... but, you know, we'll all die eventually, we just have to wait..."
"Yeah. Just a matter of waiting." Lucas sighs quietly. "On the upside, since we're demigods, that wait will be quite short, eh?"
Mar almost flinched at hearing the word, her expression becoming sour "Im not a demigod... they're just confused..."
Lucas side-eyes her. "How d'you figure that? Camp's border only lets demigods in, so I'd love to hear your explanation."
"demigods arent even real" Mar says, side-eyeing him back with a slight sad look before opening her bag and taking out a pack of cigarrettes and offering it "my parents told me... y'want one?"
Lucas shifts back instinctively when he sees the cigarettes, a feeling of unease settling low in his stomach.
"No."
OPEN STARTER:
"the best thing you can do is run away, runaway"
TRIGGER WARNINGS: this may contain: mentions of religious trauma, mentions of neglect and abuse and mentions of homelessnes
Mar had gotten used to running away from places, she ran away from home and she had ran away from the people that she considered a family on the streets, she always ran away, so she never quite undid her small, beat up bags, that and the fear of getting stolen from, hoarding the food that was given at camp and the very few things she kept from before getting to camp. Even then it was obvious she hated the place, she was sure she didnt fit in. It was impossible she was one of them, a "demigod", a child of a greek god, it sounded like a bad joke, it was the opposite of everything she was taught, so she did what she did best: leave, run away, or atleast try to. She waited until night to do so.
And that's where you found her, almost out of camp grounds, with her clothes and shoes covered in dirt, mud, new and old blood and leaves, her knees scrapped, red with blood and her face serious, it made her actually look her age, even if it was an unlike expression.
So... what will you do now?
TAG LIST:
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Lucas had been doing his usual evening walk, the thing he'd been recommended to do before bed to "help him sleep" and stop him returning to so-called "bad habits" when he'd seen Mar.
"You know, if you're going to run away from camp, there are way less obvious ways to do it." He slowed to a stop a few steps away from her, but close enough to have a clear enough picture of what was being attempted.
"Seeing muddy and bloody people while on an evening walk isn't pleasant for anyone involved, is it?"
"personally, I love seeing muddy and bloody people while on evening walks." she said, pulling out a dagger without even turning around before fixing the bag over her shoulder "I am not gonna 'run away' from 'camp'."
"Well, to each their own." Lucas' eyes fall onto the dagger, head tilting as he watches her.
"Really? So that bag on your shoulder - just carrying it for fun, then? Just... chilling at the edge of camp late at night for absolutely no reason? Cut the crap." He shoves his hands into his pockets. "I don't care if you're running, I won't say anything. I just think you chose a terrible spot to use. Anyone could walk past. Anyone could see you... report you..."
"I reside on cabin eleven. You leave your things there, they dissapear, and I would much rather my bags dont dissapear, mkay?" Mar rolled her eyes "you better not say anything, even if Im not running away. But sure" she shrugged "let them report me, I'll just cut their tongues off, or I'll just beat them up, really seems like it'd send a message."
Lucas clicks his tongue. "Yeah, that'd send a message alright, but cutting off someone's tongue would lead to horrible shit like crying. Eugh. Fair enough about the bags though, I guess."
He nearly smiles. This person was interesting - blunt. Exactly the kind he held an innate respect for, even if it mildly irritated him at the same time.
"I'll say nothing, worry not, oh great 'resident' of Cabin 11."
Mar frowned, looking ever so disgusted "ew, not crying, that's gross..."
She finally turned around before tilting her head, hands still resting slightly on the strap of her bag "are you mocking me? If so, I can cut your tongue out too. And Im pretty sure this is rusted, maybe you'll get an infection."
"Not mocking. No need to give me tetanus or whatever." Lucas clears his throat. "And I quite value my tongue."
After a second of silence - during which he stared at Mar's rusted dagger - he speaks again. "Yeah, crying is gross. I despise those whiny little children that cry at the smallest of issues."
"I dont know what tetanus is, just know it sounds very disgusting but it also sounds like it'd be fun to give to someone..." Mar said, half slipping into thought "right? Always so sensitive... I would never cry."
Lucas nods along as Mar speaks.
"Yeah, tetanus is horrible. You get, like, muscle spasms. Imagine one of the youngsters getting it - then they'd have something to cry about for once." A malevolent smile emerges as he mentally entertains the idea.
Mar smirks, staring at her dagger "that'd be kinda funny... how do you know what happens when you get tetanus?"
"...No reason." He nudges a pebble with his shoe. "Must've heard about it in the infirmary. Or something."
"oh, yeah, I snuck in there to see if they had anything cool I could find, and I saw someone with a weapon stabbed through their leg, very cool things happen there" Mar says, staring at the pebble
"Cool," Lucas mutters amusedly, cursing under his breath when the pebble skids out of reach. "Wish I could've seen that. Instead I see idiots who nearly drowned, or tripped and broke their nose or something stupid."
"very cool...'" after a minute of silence she talks again "I broke my nose once! It bleeds sometimes! And its also curvy now" she laughs "and my parents also tried to drown me"
Lucas pauses - he isn't really sure how to respond to that. Who does know how to respond to someone saying that their parents tried to drown them?
"...Nice," he settles for, giving a nod and a fucking thumbs up. "Uh... yeah. Um. My mother locked me out of the house for three days straight once. Not as bad as drowning, of course, but, um. Yeah."
"nah, dont worry, it didn't work... clearly... sadly but I think they just wanted to shut me up, its fine. Being locked out sounds worse" Mar answers casually, still half-laughing
Lucas gives an awkward, if slightly nervous, chuckle.
"Yeah. Um." He reaches into his pocket and brings out a handful of grapes. "Do you want one? ...They're not poisoned or anything. Just grapes."
"... 're they safe?" Mar asks, tilting her head, eyes staring directly at the grapes
"Yeah." Lucas extends his hand, allowing Mar to take one if she so wishes. He takes one himself and looks up at the night sky as he eats it.
"Stars are bright tonight."
Mar took one carefully before shoving It in her mouth like she was starving, well, she did look like she was "they're too bright... it bothers me..."
"Mm, fair enough."
Lucas carefully sits down, keeping the grapes available in case Mar wants to take more.
"I like them."
Mar pulls her bag back over her shoulder when she noticed it slipping off, looking down at Lucas, quickly taking another grape and eating it as fast as she did with the last one"why do you like them?"
"I don't know," he says, voice quiet. "Maybe it's that lie we're told as kids. That dead people become stars and watch over you. Also, like people, stars change."
He clears his throat at his realisation of sentimentality, and quickly repairs it. "Or perhaps it's just 'cause I like space, and astronomy. Probably that."
"dead people become stars?" Mar asks, eyes widening in awe, ignoring the 'lie' part "people do change... a lot.. I guess that's just how Life works or whatever."
"Some people believe so, yeah," Lucas nods, deciding to not shoot down the idea after seeing Mar's wide, awe-struck eyes. "Yeah... Life's fucking weird. Sometimes you hate it, other times you don't."
Mar sits down next to Lucas, flapping her hands ever so slightly before noticing and grabbing the strap of her bag again "that's cool... and well, life's always weird, only thing that never changes... d'ya like life?"
"Difficult question." Lucas remarks, looking back up at the stars. "Not particularly. ...Do you?"
Mar thought for a few seconds, looking at the stars too, half-squinting "not really... but, you know, we'll all die eventually, we just have to wait..."
"Yeah. Just a matter of waiting." Lucas sighs quietly. "On the upside, since we're demigods, that wait will be quite short, eh?"
Mar almost flinched at hearing the word, her expression becoming sour "Im not a demigod... they're just confused..."
Lucas side-eyes her. "How d'you figure that? Camp's border only lets demigods in, so I'd love to hear your explanation."
OPEN STARTER:
"the best thing you can do is run away, runaway"
TRIGGER WARNINGS: this may contain: mentions of religious trauma, mentions of neglect and abuse and mentions of homelessnes
Mar had gotten used to running away from places, she ran away from home and she had ran away from the people that she considered a family on the streets, she always ran away, so she never quite undid her small, beat up bags, that and the fear of getting stolen from, hoarding the food that was given at camp and the very few things she kept from before getting to camp. Even then it was obvious she hated the place, she was sure she didnt fit in. It was impossible she was one of them, a "demigod", a child of a greek god, it sounded like a bad joke, it was the opposite of everything she was taught, so she did what she did best: leave, run away, or atleast try to. She waited until night to do so.
And that's where you found her, almost out of camp grounds, with her clothes and shoes covered in dirt, mud, new and old blood and leaves, her knees scrapped, red with blood and her face serious, it made her actually look her age, even if it was an unlike expression.
So... what will you do now?
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Lucas had been doing his usual evening walk, the thing he'd been recommended to do before bed to "help him sleep" and stop him returning to so-called "bad habits" when he'd seen Mar.
"You know, if you're going to run away from camp, there are way less obvious ways to do it." He slowed to a stop a few steps away from her, but close enough to have a clear enough picture of what was being attempted.
"Seeing muddy and bloody people while on an evening walk isn't pleasant for anyone involved, is it?"
"personally, I love seeing muddy and bloody people while on evening walks." she said, pulling out a dagger without even turning around before fixing the bag over her shoulder "I am not gonna 'run away' from 'camp'."
"Well, to each their own." Lucas' eyes fall onto the dagger, head tilting as he watches her.
"Really? So that bag on your shoulder - just carrying it for fun, then? Just... chilling at the edge of camp late at night for absolutely no reason? Cut the crap." He shoves his hands into his pockets. "I don't care if you're running, I won't say anything. I just think you chose a terrible spot to use. Anyone could walk past. Anyone could see you... report you..."
"I reside on cabin eleven. You leave your things there, they dissapear, and I would much rather my bags dont dissapear, mkay?" Mar rolled her eyes "you better not say anything, even if Im not running away. But sure" she shrugged "let them report me, I'll just cut their tongues off, or I'll just beat them up, really seems like it'd send a message."
Lucas clicks his tongue. "Yeah, that'd send a message alright, but cutting off someone's tongue would lead to horrible shit like crying. Eugh. Fair enough about the bags though, I guess."
He nearly smiles. This person was interesting - blunt. Exactly the kind he held an innate respect for, even if it mildly irritated him at the same time.
"I'll say nothing, worry not, oh great 'resident' of Cabin 11."
Mar frowned, looking ever so disgusted "ew, not crying, that's gross..."
She finally turned around before tilting her head, hands still resting slightly on the strap of her bag "are you mocking me? If so, I can cut your tongue out too. And Im pretty sure this is rusted, maybe you'll get an infection."
"Not mocking. No need to give me tetanus or whatever." Lucas clears his throat. "And I quite value my tongue."
After a second of silence - during which he stared at Mar's rusted dagger - he speaks again. "Yeah, crying is gross. I despise those whiny little children that cry at the smallest of issues."
"I dont know what tetanus is, just know it sounds very disgusting but it also sounds like it'd be fun to give to someone..." Mar said, half slipping into thought "right? Always so sensitive... I would never cry."
Lucas nods along as Mar speaks.
"Yeah, tetanus is horrible. You get, like, muscle spasms. Imagine one of the youngsters getting it - then they'd have something to cry about for once." A malevolent smile emerges as he mentally entertains the idea.
Mar smirks, staring at her dagger "that'd be kinda funny... how do you know what happens when you get tetanus?"
"...No reason." He nudges a pebble with his shoe. "Must've heard about it in the infirmary. Or something."
"oh, yeah, I snuck in there to see if they had anything cool I could find, and I saw someone with a weapon stabbed through their leg, very cool things happen there" Mar says, staring at the pebble
"Cool," Lucas mutters amusedly, cursing under his breath when the pebble skids out of reach. "Wish I could've seen that. Instead I see idiots who nearly drowned, or tripped and broke their nose or something stupid."
"very cool...'" after a minute of silence she talks again "I broke my nose once! It bleeds sometimes! And its also curvy now" she laughs "and my parents also tried to drown me"
Lucas pauses - he isn't really sure how to respond to that. Who does know how to respond to someone saying that their parents tried to drown them?
"...Nice," he settles for, giving a nod and a fucking thumbs up. "Uh... yeah. Um. My mother locked me out of the house for three days straight once. Not as bad as drowning, of course, but, um. Yeah."
"nah, dont worry, it didn't work... clearly... sadly but I think they just wanted to shut me up, its fine. Being locked out sounds worse" Mar answers casually, still half-laughing
Lucas gives an awkward, if slightly nervous, chuckle.
"Yeah. Um." He reaches into his pocket and brings out a handful of grapes. "Do you want one? ...They're not poisoned or anything. Just grapes."
"... 're they safe?" Mar asks, tilting her head, eyes staring directly at the grapes
"Yeah." Lucas extends his hand, allowing Mar to take one if she so wishes. He takes one himself and looks up at the night sky as he eats it.
"Stars are bright tonight."
Mar took one carefully before shoving It in her mouth like she was starving, well, she did look like she was "they're too bright... it bothers me..."
"Mm, fair enough."
Lucas carefully sits down, keeping the grapes available in case Mar wants to take more.
"I like them."
Mar pulls her bag back over her shoulder when she noticed it slipping off, looking down at Lucas, quickly taking another grape and eating it as fast as she did with the last one"why do you like them?"
"I don't know," he says, voice quiet. "Maybe it's that lie we're told as kids. That dead people become stars and watch over you. Also, like people, stars change."
He clears his throat at his realisation of sentimentality, and quickly repairs it. "Or perhaps it's just 'cause I like space, and astronomy. Probably that."
"dead people become stars?" Mar asks, eyes widening in awe, ignoring the 'lie' part "people do change... a lot.. I guess that's just how Life works or whatever."
"Some people believe so, yeah," Lucas nods, deciding to not shoot down the idea after seeing Mar's wide, awe-struck eyes. "Yeah... Life's fucking weird. Sometimes you hate it, other times you don't."
Mar sits down next to Lucas, flapping her hands ever so slightly before noticing and grabbing the strap of her bag again "that's cool... and well, life's always weird, only thing that never changes... d'ya like life?"
"Difficult question." Lucas remarks, looking back up at the stars. "Not particularly. ...Do you?"
Mar thought for a few seconds, looking at the stars too, half-squinting "not really... but, you know, we'll all die eventually, we just have to wait..."
"Yeah. Just a matter of waiting." Lucas sighs quietly. "On the upside, since we're demigods, that wait will be quite short, eh?"
OPEN STARTER:
"the best thing you can do is run away, runaway"
TRIGGER WARNINGS: this may contain: mentions of religious trauma, mentions of neglect and abuse and mentions of homelessnes
Mar had gotten used to running away from places, she ran away from home and she had ran away from the people that she considered a family on the streets, she always ran away, so she never quite undid her small, beat up bags, that and the fear of getting stolen from, hoarding the food that was given at camp and the very few things she kept from before getting to camp. Even then it was obvious she hated the place, she was sure she didnt fit in. It was impossible she was one of them, a "demigod", a child of a greek god, it sounded like a bad joke, it was the opposite of everything she was taught, so she did what she did best: leave, run away, or atleast try to. She waited until night to do so.
And that's where you found her, almost out of camp grounds, with her clothes and shoes covered in dirt, mud, new and old blood and leaves, her knees scrapped, red with blood and her face serious, it made her actually look her age, even if it was an unlike expression.
So... what will you do now?
TAG LIST:
Tagging people, my only weakness...
@drunk-onwine
@c-a-s-s-i-o-p-e-i-a-w
Idk who else, tell me if you want to get tagged or untagged
Lucas had been doing his usual evening walk, the thing he'd been recommended to do before bed to "help him sleep" and stop him returning to so-called "bad habits" when he'd seen Mar.
"You know, if you're going to run away from camp, there are way less obvious ways to do it." He slowed to a stop a few steps away from her, but close enough to have a clear enough picture of what was being attempted.
"Seeing muddy and bloody people while on an evening walk isn't pleasant for anyone involved, is it?"
"personally, I love seeing muddy and bloody people while on evening walks." she said, pulling out a dagger without even turning around before fixing the bag over her shoulder "I am not gonna 'run away' from 'camp'."
"Well, to each their own." Lucas' eyes fall onto the dagger, head tilting as he watches her.
"Really? So that bag on your shoulder - just carrying it for fun, then? Just... chilling at the edge of camp late at night for absolutely no reason? Cut the crap." He shoves his hands into his pockets. "I don't care if you're running, I won't say anything. I just think you chose a terrible spot to use. Anyone could walk past. Anyone could see you... report you..."
"I reside on cabin eleven. You leave your things there, they dissapear, and I would much rather my bags dont dissapear, mkay?" Mar rolled her eyes "you better not say anything, even if Im not running away. But sure" she shrugged "let them report me, I'll just cut their tongues off, or I'll just beat them up, really seems like it'd send a message."
Lucas clicks his tongue. "Yeah, that'd send a message alright, but cutting off someone's tongue would lead to horrible shit like crying. Eugh. Fair enough about the bags though, I guess."
He nearly smiles. This person was interesting - blunt. Exactly the kind he held an innate respect for, even if it mildly irritated him at the same time.
"I'll say nothing, worry not, oh great 'resident' of Cabin 11."
Mar frowned, looking ever so disgusted "ew, not crying, that's gross..."
She finally turned around before tilting her head, hands still resting slightly on the strap of her bag "are you mocking me? If so, I can cut your tongue out too. And Im pretty sure this is rusted, maybe you'll get an infection."
"Not mocking. No need to give me tetanus or whatever." Lucas clears his throat. "And I quite value my tongue."
After a second of silence - during which he stared at Mar's rusted dagger - he speaks again. "Yeah, crying is gross. I despise those whiny little children that cry at the smallest of issues."
"I dont know what tetanus is, just know it sounds very disgusting but it also sounds like it'd be fun to give to someone..." Mar said, half slipping into thought "right? Always so sensitive... I would never cry."
Lucas nods along as Mar speaks.
"Yeah, tetanus is horrible. You get, like, muscle spasms. Imagine one of the youngsters getting it - then they'd have something to cry about for once." A malevolent smile emerges as he mentally entertains the idea.
Mar smirks, staring at her dagger "that'd be kinda funny... how do you know what happens when you get tetanus?"
"...No reason." He nudges a pebble with his shoe. "Must've heard about it in the infirmary. Or something."
"oh, yeah, I snuck in there to see if they had anything cool I could find, and I saw someone with a weapon stabbed through their leg, very cool things happen there" Mar says, staring at the pebble
"Cool," Lucas mutters amusedly, cursing under his breath when the pebble skids out of reach. "Wish I could've seen that. Instead I see idiots who nearly drowned, or tripped and broke their nose or something stupid."
"very cool...'" after a minute of silence she talks again "I broke my nose once! It bleeds sometimes! And its also curvy now" she laughs "and my parents also tried to drown me"
Lucas pauses - he isn't really sure how to respond to that. Who does know how to respond to someone saying that their parents tried to drown them?
"...Nice," he settles for, giving a nod and a fucking thumbs up. "Uh... yeah. Um. My mother locked me out of the house for three days straight once. Not as bad as drowning, of course, but, um. Yeah."
"nah, dont worry, it didn't work... clearly... sadly but I think they just wanted to shut me up, its fine. Being locked out sounds worse" Mar answers casually, still half-laughing
Lucas gives an awkward, if slightly nervous, chuckle.
"Yeah. Um." He reaches into his pocket and brings out a handful of grapes. "Do you want one? ...They're not poisoned or anything. Just grapes."
"... 're they safe?" Mar asks, tilting her head, eyes staring directly at the grapes
"Yeah." Lucas extends his hand, allowing Mar to take one if she so wishes. He takes one himself and looks up at the night sky as he eats it.
"Stars are bright tonight."
Mar took one carefully before shoving It in her mouth like she was starving, well, she did look like she was "they're too bright... it bothers me..."
"Mm, fair enough."
Lucas carefully sits down, keeping the grapes available in case Mar wants to take more.
"I like them."
Mar pulls her bag back over her shoulder when she noticed it slipping off, looking down at Lucas, quickly taking another grape and eating it as fast as she did with the last one"why do you like them?"
"I don't know," he says, voice quiet. "Maybe it's that lie we're told as kids. That dead people become stars and watch over you. Also, like people, stars change."
He clears his throat at his realisation of sentimentality, and quickly repairs it. "Or perhaps it's just 'cause I like space, and astronomy. Probably that."
"dead people become stars?" Mar asks, eyes widening in awe, ignoring the 'lie' part "people do change... a lot.. I guess that's just how Life works or whatever."
"Some people believe so, yeah," Lucas nods, deciding to not shoot down the idea after seeing Mar's wide, awe-struck eyes. "Yeah... Life's fucking weird. Sometimes you hate it, other times you don't."
Mar sits down next to Lucas, flapping her hands ever so slightly before noticing and grabbing the strap of her bag again "that's cool... and well, life's always weird, only thing that never changes... d'ya like life?"
"Difficult question." Lucas remarks, looking back up at the stars. "Not particularly. ...Do you?"
OPEN STARTER:
"the best thing you can do is run away, runaway"
TRIGGER WARNINGS: this may contain: mentions of religious trauma, mentions of neglect and abuse and mentions of homelessnes
Mar had gotten used to running away from places, she ran away from home and she had ran away from the people that she considered a family on the streets, she always ran away, so she never quite undid her small, beat up bags, that and the fear of getting stolen from, hoarding the food that was given at camp and the very few things she kept from before getting to camp. Even then it was obvious she hated the place, she was sure she didnt fit in. It was impossible she was one of them, a "demigod", a child of a greek god, it sounded like a bad joke, it was the opposite of everything she was taught, so she did what she did best: leave, run away, or atleast try to. She waited until night to do so.
And that's where you found her, almost out of camp grounds, with her clothes and shoes covered in dirt, mud, new and old blood and leaves, her knees scrapped, red with blood and her face serious, it made her actually look her age, even if it was an unlike expression.
So... what will you do now?
TAG LIST:
Tagging people, my only weakness...
@drunk-onwine
@c-a-s-s-i-o-p-e-i-a-w
Idk who else, tell me if you want to get tagged or untagged
Lucas had been doing his usual evening walk, the thing he'd been recommended to do before bed to "help him sleep" and stop him returning to so-called "bad habits" when he'd seen Mar.
"You know, if you're going to run away from camp, there are way less obvious ways to do it." He slowed to a stop a few steps away from her, but close enough to have a clear enough picture of what was being attempted.
"Seeing muddy and bloody people while on an evening walk isn't pleasant for anyone involved, is it?"
"personally, I love seeing muddy and bloody people while on evening walks." she said, pulling out a dagger without even turning around before fixing the bag over her shoulder "I am not gonna 'run away' from 'camp'."
"Well, to each their own." Lucas' eyes fall onto the dagger, head tilting as he watches her.
"Really? So that bag on your shoulder - just carrying it for fun, then? Just... chilling at the edge of camp late at night for absolutely no reason? Cut the crap." He shoves his hands into his pockets. "I don't care if you're running, I won't say anything. I just think you chose a terrible spot to use. Anyone could walk past. Anyone could see you... report you..."
"I reside on cabin eleven. You leave your things there, they dissapear, and I would much rather my bags dont dissapear, mkay?" Mar rolled her eyes "you better not say anything, even if Im not running away. But sure" she shrugged "let them report me, I'll just cut their tongues off, or I'll just beat them up, really seems like it'd send a message."
Lucas clicks his tongue. "Yeah, that'd send a message alright, but cutting off someone's tongue would lead to horrible shit like crying. Eugh. Fair enough about the bags though, I guess."
He nearly smiles. This person was interesting - blunt. Exactly the kind he held an innate respect for, even if it mildly irritated him at the same time.
"I'll say nothing, worry not, oh great 'resident' of Cabin 11."
Mar frowned, looking ever so disgusted "ew, not crying, that's gross..."
She finally turned around before tilting her head, hands still resting slightly on the strap of her bag "are you mocking me? If so, I can cut your tongue out too. And Im pretty sure this is rusted, maybe you'll get an infection."
"Not mocking. No need to give me tetanus or whatever." Lucas clears his throat. "And I quite value my tongue."
After a second of silence - during which he stared at Mar's rusted dagger - he speaks again. "Yeah, crying is gross. I despise those whiny little children that cry at the smallest of issues."
"I dont know what tetanus is, just know it sounds very disgusting but it also sounds like it'd be fun to give to someone..." Mar said, half slipping into thought "right? Always so sensitive... I would never cry."
Lucas nods along as Mar speaks.
"Yeah, tetanus is horrible. You get, like, muscle spasms. Imagine one of the youngsters getting it - then they'd have something to cry about for once." A malevolent smile emerges as he mentally entertains the idea.
Mar smirks, staring at her dagger "that'd be kinda funny... how do you know what happens when you get tetanus?"
"...No reason." He nudges a pebble with his shoe. "Must've heard about it in the infirmary. Or something."
"oh, yeah, I snuck in there to see if they had anything cool I could find, and I saw someone with a weapon stabbed through their leg, very cool things happen there" Mar says, staring at the pebble
"Cool," Lucas mutters amusedly, cursing under his breath when the pebble skids out of reach. "Wish I could've seen that. Instead I see idiots who nearly drowned, or tripped and broke their nose or something stupid."
"very cool...'" after a minute of silence she talks again "I broke my nose once! It bleeds sometimes! And its also curvy now" she laughs "and my parents also tried to drown me"
Lucas pauses - he isn't really sure how to respond to that. Who does know how to respond to someone saying that their parents tried to drown them?
"...Nice," he settles for, giving a nod and a fucking thumbs up. "Uh... yeah. Um. My mother locked me out of the house for three days straight once. Not as bad as drowning, of course, but, um. Yeah."
"nah, dont worry, it didn't work... clearly... sadly but I think they just wanted to shut me up, its fine. Being locked out sounds worse" Mar answers casually, still half-laughing
Lucas gives an awkward, if slightly nervous, chuckle.
"Yeah. Um." He reaches into his pocket and brings out a handful of grapes. "Do you want one? ...They're not poisoned or anything. Just grapes."
"... 're they safe?" Mar asks, tilting her head, eyes staring directly at the grapes
"Yeah." Lucas extends his hand, allowing Mar to take one if she so wishes. He takes one himself and looks up at the night sky as he eats it.
"Stars are bright tonight."
Mar took one carefully before shoving It in her mouth like she was starving, well, she did look like she was "they're too bright... it bothers me..."
"Mm, fair enough."
Lucas carefully sits down, keeping the grapes available in case Mar wants to take more.
"I like them."
Mar pulls her bag back over her shoulder when she noticed it slipping off, looking down at Lucas, quickly taking another grape and eating it as fast as she did with the last one"why do you like them?"
"I don't know," he says, voice quiet. "Maybe it's that lie we're told as kids. That dead people become stars and watch over you. Also, like people, stars change."
He clears his throat at his realisation of sentimentality, and quickly repairs it. "Or perhaps it's just 'cause I like space, and astronomy. Probably that."
"dead people become stars?" Mar asks, eyes widening in awe, ignoring the 'lie' part "people do change... a lot.. I guess that's just how Life works or whatever."
"Some people believe so, yeah," Lucas nods, deciding to not shoot down the idea after seeing Mar's wide, awe-struck eyes. "Yeah... Life's fucking weird. Sometimes you hate it, other times you don't."
OPEN STARTER:
"the best thing you can do is run away, runaway"
TRIGGER WARNINGS: this may contain: mentions of religious trauma, mentions of neglect and abuse and mentions of homelessnes
Mar had gotten used to running away from places, she ran away from home and she had ran away from the people that she considered a family on the streets, she always ran away, so she never quite undid her small, beat up bags, that and the fear of getting stolen from, hoarding the food that was given at camp and the very few things she kept from before getting to camp. Even then it was obvious she hated the place, she was sure she didnt fit in. It was impossible she was one of them, a "demigod", a child of a greek god, it sounded like a bad joke, it was the opposite of everything she was taught, so she did what she did best: leave, run away, or atleast try to. She waited until night to do so.
And that's where you found her, almost out of camp grounds, with her clothes and shoes covered in dirt, mud, new and old blood and leaves, her knees scrapped, red with blood and her face serious, it made her actually look her age, even if it was an unlike expression.
So... what will you do now?
TAG LIST:
Tagging people, my only weakness...
@drunk-onwine
@c-a-s-s-i-o-p-e-i-a-w
Idk who else, tell me if you want to get tagged or untagged
Lucas had been doing his usual evening walk, the thing he'd been recommended to do before bed to "help him sleep" and stop him returning to so-called "bad habits" when he'd seen Mar.
"You know, if you're going to run away from camp, there are way less obvious ways to do it." He slowed to a stop a few steps away from her, but close enough to have a clear enough picture of what was being attempted.
"Seeing muddy and bloody people while on an evening walk isn't pleasant for anyone involved, is it?"
"personally, I love seeing muddy and bloody people while on evening walks." she said, pulling out a dagger without even turning around before fixing the bag over her shoulder "I am not gonna 'run away' from 'camp'."
"Well, to each their own." Lucas' eyes fall onto the dagger, head tilting as he watches her.
"Really? So that bag on your shoulder - just carrying it for fun, then? Just... chilling at the edge of camp late at night for absolutely no reason? Cut the crap." He shoves his hands into his pockets. "I don't care if you're running, I won't say anything. I just think you chose a terrible spot to use. Anyone could walk past. Anyone could see you... report you..."
"I reside on cabin eleven. You leave your things there, they dissapear, and I would much rather my bags dont dissapear, mkay?" Mar rolled her eyes "you better not say anything, even if Im not running away. But sure" she shrugged "let them report me, I'll just cut their tongues off, or I'll just beat them up, really seems like it'd send a message."
Lucas clicks his tongue. "Yeah, that'd send a message alright, but cutting off someone's tongue would lead to horrible shit like crying. Eugh. Fair enough about the bags though, I guess."
He nearly smiles. This person was interesting - blunt. Exactly the kind he held an innate respect for, even if it mildly irritated him at the same time.
"I'll say nothing, worry not, oh great 'resident' of Cabin 11."
Mar frowned, looking ever so disgusted "ew, not crying, that's gross..."
She finally turned around before tilting her head, hands still resting slightly on the strap of her bag "are you mocking me? If so, I can cut your tongue out too. And Im pretty sure this is rusted, maybe you'll get an infection."
"Not mocking. No need to give me tetanus or whatever." Lucas clears his throat. "And I quite value my tongue."
After a second of silence - during which he stared at Mar's rusted dagger - he speaks again. "Yeah, crying is gross. I despise those whiny little children that cry at the smallest of issues."
"I dont know what tetanus is, just know it sounds very disgusting but it also sounds like it'd be fun to give to someone..." Mar said, half slipping into thought "right? Always so sensitive... I would never cry."
Lucas nods along as Mar speaks.
"Yeah, tetanus is horrible. You get, like, muscle spasms. Imagine one of the youngsters getting it - then they'd have something to cry about for once." A malevolent smile emerges as he mentally entertains the idea.
Mar smirks, staring at her dagger "that'd be kinda funny... how do you know what happens when you get tetanus?"
"...No reason." He nudges a pebble with his shoe. "Must've heard about it in the infirmary. Or something."
"oh, yeah, I snuck in there to see if they had anything cool I could find, and I saw someone with a weapon stabbed through their leg, very cool things happen there" Mar says, staring at the pebble
"Cool," Lucas mutters amusedly, cursing under his breath when the pebble skids out of reach. "Wish I could've seen that. Instead I see idiots who nearly drowned, or tripped and broke their nose or something stupid."
"very cool...'" after a minute of silence she talks again "I broke my nose once! It bleeds sometimes! And its also curvy now" she laughs "and my parents also tried to drown me"
Lucas pauses - he isn't really sure how to respond to that. Who does know how to respond to someone saying that their parents tried to drown them?
"...Nice," he settles for, giving a nod and a fucking thumbs up. "Uh... yeah. Um. My mother locked me out of the house for three days straight once. Not as bad as drowning, of course, but, um. Yeah."
"nah, dont worry, it didn't work... clearly... sadly but I think they just wanted to shut me up, its fine. Being locked out sounds worse" Mar answers casually, still half-laughing
Lucas gives an awkward, if slightly nervous, chuckle.
"Yeah. Um." He reaches into his pocket and brings out a handful of grapes. "Do you want one? ...They're not poisoned or anything. Just grapes."
"... 're they safe?" Mar asks, tilting her head, eyes staring directly at the grapes
"Yeah." Lucas extends his hand, allowing Mar to take one if she so wishes. He takes one himself and looks up at the night sky as he eats it.
"Stars are bright tonight."
Mar took one carefully before shoving It in her mouth like she was starving, well, she did look like she was "they're too bright... it bothers me..."
"Mm, fair enough."
Lucas carefully sits down, keeping the grapes available in case Mar wants to take more.
"I like them."
Mar pulls her bag back over her shoulder when she noticed it slipping off, looking down at Lucas, quickly taking another grape and eating it as fast as she did with the last one"why do you like them?"
"I don't know," he says, voice quiet. "Maybe it's that lie we're told as kids. That dead people become stars and watch over you. Also, like people, stars change."
He clears his throat at his realisation of sentimentality, and quickly repairs it. "Or perhaps it's just 'cause I like space, and astronomy. Probably that."
