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What is it with girls and dresses? Donât get me wrong darling, I bet you look gorgeous in that, but I am just wondering.
What is it with boys and putting their hands down their pants while they watch Sports Center? - H
"Don't be a hater."
"I always think that maybe I read too much." She starred at her reflection in the fountain when she heard steps approaching her. "What do you think?"
"Correction, you read into things too much." he replied, "Find yourself a boyfriend or a hobby. Like woodworking. Although, that could apply to either, really..."
"I never know what to say to you."
My Humble Return
Hello friends and colleagues, (sp? That CANNOT be the proper spelling!)
It is with great pleasure I announce myself back into my regular schedule. Many of you may be wondering why I havenât been in school or, as Sammy might say, âdropped off the face of the earthâ, which is actually quite accurate if you take it literally. Itâs pretty difficult to discuss, but I will be as plain about it as I can.
Since this semester started, things have been not so good for me, emotionally. At first, I thought it was separation anxiety from Critter. If youâll remember, Critter is no longer living with me at MOA, but rather with my mortal friend Eric. I see him plenty and he will continue to make regular appearances on campus, but he canât live with me because apparently animals are not allowed to live in your neighborâs underwear drawer. Whether or not she was female has nothing to do with it, right?
If you want the regular scoop on Critter, he does have his own tumblr. Check him out @mrquillis . His codename in the mortal world is Bruce Quillis. Iâm not sure I understand the reference, but Eric tells me it has to do with some balding actor with no real talent. Iâll just accept his word, because frankly I donât have enough time to be watching movies.
Ok, sorry, Iâm getting sidetracked. So, I had been living quietly at school, not really speaking to anyone. I spent most of my time wandering around the mortal world, searching for some source of inspiration that maybe I could not get in the clouds, but alas, I felt hopeless, unwanted and utterly uninterested in the world around me. I avoided Sammy for weeks, which made me feel even worse, but I did not want her to worry about me. I visited Critter often, so I did see Eric, who introduced me to the idea that I was âdepressedâ, because he had been through something similar. However, I dismissed it, because frankly, I do not believe that mortal ideologies align with what works for the gods. Nevertheless, I was still troubled. (Story continued in Read More.)
You can shoot me messages if youâre worried about my well-being, but I can assure you all, I am in a much better place now than I was then. Please do not think too much on this. I love you all and most importantly, I love myself. - H
"Like I said, itâs really hard to talk about."
It was a night on the astronomy tower very late into September that something hit me: what if I fellâŠ? I contemplated whether this would be a bad thing or whether it would actually ease some of the pain. These sick thoughts started to enter my mind, too atrociously self-loathing for words and I started pounding my head, hoping that would get them out somehow. My feet were kicking against the stone of the tower, the ground below me as my legs continued to dangle. I looked nervously over the edge and saw just how high up I was. Never before had I realized how high up I had been all those nights I sat there, staring at the moon with Critter in my lap. What if he had fallen? I wouldnât be able to live with myselfâŠ
My heart beating, I quickly scooped up my legs and started to slide back along the ground toward the center of the platform. I shakily got to my feet and stood there, perplexed, for I donât know how long, then I started to hurdle my way down the steps to get inside. I didnât want these lingering urges to be acted upon, so I thought that the best way to get away. I had almost reached the door into the observatory portion of the tower when I realized I couldnât stop sliding down the steps. I saw the door pass me as I whizzed across the platform, over the handrail and off the top of the astronomy tower.
I donât remember what happened as I fell, but I can assure you there were no flashing lights nor did I see my life passing before my eyes. I think those things are romanticized versions of death, anyway. Everything just went quiet, so I donât think I heard myself scream, if I did, anyway⊠I closed my eyes. Nothing happened.
I opened them again and, about six feet above the ground, I was hovering. I looked ahead of me and saw nothing but darkness, then looked down, which was actually up and I saw my boots, quivering, struggling to hold me up as I levitated: my boots had not been designed for upside-down travel.
Suddenly and without warning, the boots started to slow down and with a thump, I landed on the ground. I was hurt, but I was alive. I started to sob on the ground. It was quiet at first, but then I was screaming. And then the next thing I know, I am being carried away by Hephaestus.
I asked him if I should tell the rest of the story, about what happened after that, where I have been for the past month, but he advised me against it and given the emotional toll that writing all this up for you has been, it might be wise to do something a little happier right now.
However, I will leave you with this little remembrance. I reflected on a lot about that day and I realized something not too long ago during my treatment: my boots do not activate unless I summon them. I lost consciousness sometime during the fall, so I had not commanded them to do so. But something within me had to have told those boots to hold me, to stop me from hitting the ground. Something like an unconscious thought or compulsive reflex. Maybe even⊠my heart. I still have plenty of time to figure it out and I will continue to work toward that answer.
What would happen if I just happened to accidentally drop this bowling ball down the stairs?
Done it. Landed on a kid's shin. Suspended for a week. (Him, not me.) - H
"Shit happens."
Hi, hi, hi. Sorry, sorry, sorry. I've been a bit distracted lately. I've been working on some personal projects and thus, I've had to find a new home for Critter. Yes, it pains me to say it, but I need some space, so I brought him to live with my mortal friend, Eric. He goes by the codename "Bruce Quillis" in the mortal world, but to me he will always be my little Critter. - H
"Eric and Critter. The little guy's a little shy."
Follow Bruce Quillis (Critter) on social media: Facebook, Twitter, Instagram.
Help!
"I wasnât going to ask about itâŠ. whatâs your deal then?"
Well, a. she broke my heart (story for another day) and b. she stole my sandals, took Critter twelve feet into the air and threatened to drop him. Not acceptable. - H
"And there it is."
"Maybe you should just do your homework?"
No? Really? I never would have fucking guessed to do that.
Well if you are so goddamn smart then why do you not just stop complaining and get it done with? Laziness wonât get you anywhere.
I finished my homework for the semester yesterday. Independent study, bitches! - H
"Living the good life."
Persephone's the only one who's nice to me. She's kind of my spirit animal at this point. (Squeak, squeak.) Except for you, Critter. - H
"You all think I'm weird and I know it."
It took me forever to realize that everywhere I go, thereâs a slut.
SLUT... Super Lover, Ultra Top? That's a strange acronym, especially since I don't know anyone who is a "super lover" or an "ultra top" or even "ultra bottom". No, I have not run into any of those - H
"How ya doin' pops?"
Sometimes sitting here and watching the mortals can be very entertaining.
You're telling me! I love seeing them pass in the streets of New York or walking along the arc de triomphe in Paris. I try to photograph anything and everything, so I have a lot of random photos. (Shrug.) - H
"The one time I let a mortal take a picture of me and there was something in my teeth. He actually took the picture while I was taking that shit out of my teeth. So, there's a photo of me out there on some guy's phone in Colorado with me making some sort of cheeky smile. Have a good night, everyone."
MoaTask #6
Skipped ahead a little bit. Then I need to get to some of my work. And by that I mean play with Critter for a while with my MacBook open. - H
ORIGINS & FAMILY:
Name: Hermes
Middle Name: "The Great" (self-proclaimed)
Last Name: I honestly can't remember at this point.
Nickname: "That guy who takes aerial photographs."
Birthday: November 28th
Age: 17, soon to be 18!
Gender: male
Place of birth: Conceived on the throne, brought to Canada for birthing. Free healthcare, baby!
Parentsâ names, backgrounds, occupations: Adopted, farmhand.
Number of siblings/their names, gender etc: only child
Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Eh, I guess I'm ok with mom and pop.
Happiest childhood memory: Me and Sammy snuck into a senior prom when we were kids and pulled a Carrie on Mr. Jacobsen, one of the parent chaperones. We didn't use real blood, but it was very convincing.
Childhood trauma: I just remember one time my dad snapped at me real bad because I got home late from school. I was about 10 and he was yelling at me. I just have this really distinct memory of that.
PHYSICAL
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Build: toned
Nationality: god-status (white, I guess)
Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): I was dyslexic, if you guys didn't know that.
Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks): I've got a little something on my right butt-cheek. Maybe you'll see it one of these days.
Face shape: Many people say I have a "square face" and to them I say, "Screw you! I am chiseled."
Distinguishing facial features: Many have said they like my smile.
Hair color: Dark brown.
Usual hair style: Short, clean cut.
Eye color: hazel
Glasses? Contacts?: The Fates lend me their eyeball sometimes for shoots, but otherwise no.
Style of dress/typical outfit(s): T-shirt and jeans, all year long.
Typical style of shoes: Pumped-up kicks. Supras and Vans are nice. Also like Converse.
Health (is this person usually sick? or very resilient?): Very resilient, but I've gotten sick on a few occasions because I was shooting in the rain.
Grooming (does she/he wear makeup? shower daily? wear only clean clothes? pluck her eyebrows?): I shower when I feel like it. I'm generally clean. No make-up. I don't need that crap on my face.
Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: No tattoos and no real plans to get one. Maybe a piercing down the line if I'm drunk enough.
Unique mannerisms/physical habits (bites nails, talks with hands, taps feet when restless): Oh, I'm a nail biter. It's a bad habit.
Athletic?: Try to be!
Other Interests (e.g. music, sports): Comic relief. I also listen to a fair share of Podcasts. Sammy updates my iPod.
INTELLECT
Level of self esteem: very confident
Gifts/talents: photographer, amateur baker, a tinkerer
Shortcomings: I'm not a great listener and let's face it, I'm stubborn like the underworld.
Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.): I speak with per-fect dic-ta-tion. Thank you ve-ry much!
âLeft brainâ or âright brainâ thinker?: Right, I guess? But I definitely use most of my brain, so...
Artistic?: Yeah, I would say as much.
Mathematical?: No, maybe not so much.
Makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: Depends on the situation. Trying to get that mortal in Central Park to get on camera for me in a British accent, that was emotion. Then trailing him and taking aerial photos instead, that's logic.
Neuroses: Critter and I get panic attacks, usually at the same time. We're there for each other. Isn't that right, buddy? (Sniff, sniff.)
Life philosophy: Mo money, mo problems.
Religious stance: I enjoy the mortal's idea of religion, but personally I do not partake in it.
Cautious or daring?: Daring!
Most sensitive about/vulnerable to: Sammy...
Optimist or pessimist?: Ha, depends on my mood!
Extrovert or introvert?: Once again, depends on the mood.
Level of comfort with technology: I have some difficulty editing in Photoshop, but Hephaestus helps me out with the more advanced stuff.
RELATIONSHIPS
Current marital/relationship status: Single and taken.
Sexual orientation: Prefer not to answer.
Past relationships: Theia and I kinda had a thing. Oh and Sammy, but that's pretty much it for meaningful relationships, anyway.
Primary reason for being broken up with: Just want to be friends.
Primary reasons for breaking up with people: Seriously, we just want to be friends.
Level of sexual experience: Practically sound.
Story of first kiss (if anyâif not, how does he/she want it to happen?): I'm getting to that in my Sammy series.
Story of loss of virginity (if anyâif not, how does he/she want it to happen, if at all?): Hoo boy... Not touching that one.
A social person? (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): I'm social, but like to retreat every now and again for alone time. I take pleasure in both lifestyles.
Most comfortable around (person): Critter!
Oldest friend: Sammy came before Critter, so Sammy!
VOCATION
Dream Job: Freelancer, I don't want to be anybody's slave or even boss, for that matter.
Passions: photography, looting bodies, pretending I'm in Jackass
Favorite subject at school: Mortal studies.
Least favorite subject at school: I try to take what I like, but I am directly opposed to anything that is pre-req, despite how interesting the class may seem.
SECRETS
(Every characterâno matter how minorâshould always have secrets!)
Phobias: Being alone for too long.
Life goals: Wants to be a good friend and have good friends.
Dreams: About women and food, mostly.
Greatest fears/Boggart: Being alone in life.
Most ashamed of: Sammy and I tried to go see a showing of Pulp Fiction at a local indie movie theater. She was twelve and I was thirteen. We got in, but barely.
Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: Having to explain why we got kicked out of the movie theater.
Compulsions: shoplifting
Obsessions: Um, well, Theia...
Secret hobbies: Stealing meaningful items from mortals and having them pay up to get it back, but not after I've got some fun in first.
Secret skills: Knows the workings of most mortal security devices, including safes, locks and online passcodes through hacking.
Past sexual transgressions: Made out with Dionysus at a party. But then again, who hasn't?
Crimes committed (and was he/she caught? charged?): We were only sent home that day at the movie theater. I've never gotten caught stealing, but I've run from a market or too with something in my pocket, yeah.
What he/she most wants to change about his/her current life: The shape of his chin.
What he/she most wants to change about his/her physical appearance: Oh, whoops. Well, he's pretty vain, so maybe his cock size too.
DETAILS/QUIRKS
Daily routine: Sleep late, stay up late. Eat on occasion, photograph everything.
Night owl or early bird?: Night owl.
Light or heavy sleeper?: Light.
Favorite food:Â
Least favorite food: Butter.
Favorite book: Crime & Punishment
Least favorite book: An eBook I got for free with the purchase of a real book, which I much prefer. The eBook was some bonus chapter on a guy's childhood interest in frogs. Not even the guy in the book, like, the author. I was annoyed and it wouldn't delete from my account so it's still on my phone and I can't get rid of it and AGH!
Favorite movie: "Hamlet" The one with Kevin Branagh, not the Glenn Close one. Mel Gibson. YICK!
Least favorite movie: I would go with the other version of Hamlet, but I may have to say "Avatar". James Cameron is incredibly misguided.
Favorite song: "Dream a Little Dream" by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong.
Least favorite song: "I Love It" by Icona Pop.
Coffee or tea?: Coffee in the mornings, tea in the evenings.
Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?: Smooth. Who eats crunchy?
Lefty or righty?:Â Ambidextrous. Can you believe that? Makes shooting easier.
Favorite color: purple
Cusser?: Eh, sometimes. Depends on my mood and level of intoxication.
Smoker? Drinker? Drug user?: Yes to all three, only on occasion. I don't buy, only mooch off other people.
Biggest regret: Missing Sammy's graduation.
Companion: On Earth: Sammy. At MOA: Critter.
"Wow, that was a lot of questions! Am I on The View?"
Guys, I'm working hard. Like, really hard. On a lot of things. None of which pertain to school. It's great. Loving life. - H
"You gotta knead the dough if you're gonna make the bread." - Russian idiom.
Stop showing off your chest. We all know what you look like. - H
"Everyone can see."
Help!
"Having you been spending time with Mania? Is that what this is? Because youâre absolutely fucking mental."
Never! We have bad blood. I don't want to talk about it. - H
"Like, it kind of goes way back. I dunno. Let's just drop it..."
Why would it be? Itâs a fruit. If it did, then I would probably ban the fruit from the world. So youâre a healthy food type of guy?
Total health nut. It's not like I'm worried about my figure or anything, but those boots can't lift me if I'm over a certain limit. I feel like I'm on the wrestling team. But I'm definitely not... on the wrestling team. (He scrambles to find his composure again.) Hey, what was I saying? - H
"Too much social interaction for one day."
Typical snackfood? Popcornâs good. But it varies. Usually whatever I crave. [She chuckled, nodding.]Â I watch a lot of movies. Different types - comedies, romance, even documentaries. Anything thatâs interesting. Seabiscuit sounds familiar but I havenât watched the movie.
I certainly like junk food, but I try to go for the health foods. I eat dried cranberries and sometimes exotic fruits like mango or pomegranate. (He suddenly realizes and stops short in his tracks.) Oh, I'm sorry... is that a sensitive issue? - H
"Frankly, m'dear, I don't give a damn."
Uh, I doubt there is. Thereâs too much to do in the underworld. I donât and never really watched much tv. I like movies and books better.
What's your typical snackfood for a movie? You don't watch any of that depressing stuff, do you? Seabiscuit tore me apart back in the day... - H
Family dinner at Sammy's house.
