◤have ` you finally developed the courage to throw a p u n c h or two, [ mikaela ]?◢
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◤have ` you finally developed the courage to throw a p u n c h or two, [ mikaela ]?◢
( bxxnes liked this for a starter )
percy was already having a bad day, with the empousa that had decided to attack him, luckily doing nothing more but scratching his upper arm, tearing through his hoodie -- nothing fatal, but it did BURN severely, & unfortunately for the son of poseidon, he'd just ran out of the food of the gods to heal himself with. the blood loss was causing him to grow dizzy -- his mind in a fog, crimson soaking through the blue fabric of his jacket.
& he couldn't exactly call his mom to pick him up -- not only did she lack a car, but people like him couldn't even use phones. it would be far too dangerous. he was looking down to examine the wound, a hand yanking at the bottom of his t-shirt, ripping off a piece to make himself a temporary bandage. the actions had distracted him just long enough to send him stumbling into a motorcycle. percy managed to stay on his feet, while the bike was sent toppling over.
honestly, he was hoping that no one had seen; not because he feared getting in trouble, but because he didn't want anyone to ask about the blood. as always, luck wasn't on his side, for a girl who seemed to be the owner of the motorcycle was there. & immediately, percy began to launch himself into a rushed apology, his palm over his wound.
❛ oh gods, i'm sorry. my bad. i didn't mean to... it's okay, right? like, it isn't broken? my mom can't afford to fix it. ❜
❝Sometimes.❞ ❝I'll go into a shop.❞ ❝You know, like the one down the street ? ❞ ❝The gas station off of Barnes road.❞ ❝The one with all those old school candies.❞ ❝And the posters of super bright green and pink lighters on it.❞ ❝... Not that I like lighters, or anything.❞ ❝ ... ❞ ❝Well --- Well anyway.❞ ❝Sometimes when I go into that store, I'll talk in a different accent.❞ ❝Just to see if I can pull it off.❞ ❝Sometimes, people really do buy it ! ❞
❝But then. ❞ ❝ ... ❞ ❝The next day.❞ ❝Somebody will be like.❞ ❝ ' Where did you say you were from again ... ? ' ❞ ❝And then I'll get all nervous-like, and panic.❞ ❝And then my accent goes away.❞ ❝The fake one.❞ ❝And I'll just pretend like I wasn't even doing it in the first place.❞
+ waldxrfia • piercingfangs • bxxnes • quietlyhating
❛ it wasn't alcohol, alright? it was iced tea. ❜
◤if
` you'd like to keep your hand, it is strongly advised you do not touch that, mistress.◢
❛ If you like your coffee hot let me be your coffee pot. ❜
flamesofsaintjohn || ferrumxfugit || erik-lehnshxrr || xsalvare || bxxnes
❝ Are we defined by the majority, by the most common understanding, or do we define ourselves? Well? ❞