#pjack based au

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Heat Wave (12:18 PM)

Glancing up at the sun through the shade provided from her sunglasses, a beautiful aqua colored glass, they were pretty and added to the running theme of her bikini but didn't do very much to keep her eyes from being blinded by the sun. But she didn't mind it very much, her hazel eyes slowly seeing nothing but white before she settled her vision back down to the camp around her. Sitting primly on the porch to the cabin that she shared with her sisters...and brother. He was a bit of a freak if you asked her, he didn't speak to any of them and had an odd little girl with thick eyebrows trailing after him everywhere that he went. Peyton...that was her name, it wasn't as if Marnie really cared about the girl or her name, she tended to get on her nerves whenever she was around. She'd actually cried once because of a small bit of snark that had been sent her way. Calling Marnie a bitch, telling her that she was cruel and insensitive. In reality, Marnie had simply told her that Psymon was off with some girl from camp and that Peyton had no reason to sit out on their porch the whole of the night. Swinging her legs from her perch on the railing, she was looking for someone in specific. A son of Apollo, it was a sweltering day, an odd heat wave in spring and everyone was taking advantage of it, including the daughters of Aphrodite. Several of them were laying out in the sun happily, acting like teenagers not demi gods with the worlds on their young shoulders. Marnie wanted to be a teenager with a crush today, and she felt like one. Out of training gear and in short shorts that showed off runners legs and a crop top that exposed a tight stomach. Her white sneakers oddly bright despite the fact that they were surrounded by dirt. 

For once she looked like herself, not shifting and changing her appearance  Her coppery hair caught the sunlight making it appear brighter then it was, freckles dotted across her face, standing out a bit more then usual. She'd wanted to look perfect, he was known to be a ladies man, then again as a son of Apollo, the cocky fool of a god who was more interested in his own face then anything else, who could expect much else of him? Speaking of which there he was now, raising a hand a bright grin on her face as she called out his name, hoping lightly from her perch. Happy to be away from the cabin, she had to be thankful to be away from it. She wasn't sure how the son of Aphrodite put up with the ridiculous Barbie dream house of a cabin. She would prefer softer much more neutral colors. But she was thankful for a roof over her head she supposed. Marnie was well aware of the fact that she could influence how he felt about her, she could make him want her in all ways,  but what good would that do her? Well...it could prove some fun...but in the future perhaps. She however had no qualms with manipulating how the world saw her, making herself radiate with beauty. She was a daughter of Aphrodite, of course she was beautiful. But she damn near glowed with it when she wanted to, and at the moment, she wanted to. "Austin, wanna go swimming? It's perfect weather for it," She all but preened as she made it to the taller ginger's side, her eyes trained up on him. She wondered if he liked girls like her? She could be anything that he wanted, tall, blonde, even pudgy if he was into that sort of thing. 

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Right Off the Streets (3:19 PM)

A frown creased the boy's face as he glanced around himself. Maris had given him a bit of a tour on his first day here in this hell hole and Lyle hadn't gotten lost since. And while not getting lost was nice and all, Lyle still didn't want to be stuck here. He wanted to go back home, well...not that, that was home. But it was closer then this. The only good part about this shitty place was the fact that his sister was here. Besides it was better then being put in juvenile hall, somewhere that he was told that he was heading in the near future if his violence continued. And it of course did. Lyle was angry and he had every right to be angry. His mother was gone, so was his sister, at the time at least. He was alone in the world and no one would give him a reason as to why it was happening. Was it all that shocking that an angry fourteen year old was acting out a bit? Lyle didn't think it was shocking, no he was too filled with hate for the world and the gods to care about what was and what wasn't shocking. It didn't get better when that freak of a man with black eyes borderline jumped him demanding that he only break rules that needed breaking, that even chaos needed control. It made no sense to the boy. But something about the freak of a man struck Lyle as familiar. Something that made Lyle stop and listen as he spoke about what he supposedly was. Hades, mother fucking Hades, was talking to a fourteen year old boy on the streets of Brooklyn. This wasn't normal. Not normal in the least.

But as the dirt shifted under his sneakers Lyle had began to accept that nothing would be normal again. Spring was heavy in the air after a cold winter, it was refreshing it lifted his mood in a sense. Not that a whole hell of a lot could really change his mood. Lyle was an unhappy boy, always had been and always would be. That was just how it was. It made a bit more sense now, he was after all the son of Hades. A few of the campers did their best to avoid him while other's puffed up their chests in an attempt to assert dominance. They all went ignored by the blue and black eyes. He was losing the innocent look that had clung to him when he'd first entered the camp, neatly cropped platinum hair, tanned skin with a few scars, a nose that was just a little crooked because of a wayward punch while training. What stood out was his one black iris. It made him look dark and cruel, crueler then he really was. Which was probably a little hard to imagine considering the way that Lyle acted towards the rest of the world.

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Secrets Out (3:18 PM)

Her long hair fell around her beneath her knit cap; she'd only trimmed it since coming to this stupid excuse for a camp, it was too long and too sun bleached but she liked that better then she liked owning up to the fact that most people assumed she should be pale with dark hair and dark eyes. Look like some fucking vampire that just rolled out of the underworld. When in reality she was tall and tan with bright hair and a single bright eye. She could pass for an angel long before the daughter of Hades. But Maris was long past denying her true nature, denying who she was. Her brother would be here pretty soon, at least if he came around the same time that she did, and her saytr claimed that he would. She was desperate to know how he was, to talk to her sibling, to know that he was safe. She'd missed him like a little limb. Maris desperately wished that he was living in the cabin that was tucked away on the outreaches of the camp with her, dark and too luxurious for her taste, but he'd love it. She would prefer it to be lighter colors, back in the city with windows to see everything that was around her. She didn't go out often, she couldn't, and good fucking lord did she miss the outside world. It was claustrophobic here, and she couldn't stand it. The only bright side was Liam, one of the few people that she deemed worthy of her time. Well, he was more then just worthy of her time, but that wasn't something that Maris had never spoken out loud, and was skittish about even thinking it to herself.

Strolling along the flat slate of frozen water she could see campers training ahead, hear them in the distance. Lord only knew why the hell they were training in late December, it was too damn frigid to even be out. But the cold just didn't seem to bother her, the only real winterwear that Maris had donned was a scarf. Aside from that she was content in her sweatshirt and jeans. She very well could join them for that reason alone, but she had no interest in it at the moment. She needed time away from them, from the campers that she was supposed to see as family. They weren't her family, they were strangers even after all of these years. She had one family member, a baby brother and he was no where to be seen. She was building grudges that didn't need to exist, but she couldn't quite stop herself. Toying with the edge of her scarf, a Burberry scarf that her mother had given her shortly before everything fell apart. She looked misplaced against the backdrop of the trees. The snow that covered the grass and branches made it look like a wonderland while Maris looked as if she was still living in autumn. But instead she was peering out across a lake at the younger campers as they trained, simply ignoring the cold that bit at her skin. Extending a long leg slightly she tapped at the ice on the lake, curious to see just how thick it was, if it could take her weight. She couldn't quite believe that she was nineteen, that she'd come here when she was just fourteen, that she was still trapped and still full of grudges. 

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Click Your Heels (3:28 PM)

Glancing around her new surroundings, the first thing that came to her mind was that she'd made an awful mistake. Her parents, Gemma and Johnathan, they were probably worried sick over her sudden disappearance. Well no, Gemma and Johnathan weren't capable of worrying, they cared about themselves and that was about it. Kitty only registered as existent when she brought home awards, and even then it was only for five to ten seconds and she went right back to being invisible in her adoptive parents eyes. But she was gone from that home now, here in Camp Half Blood. Shrinking back a bit her red toned eyes wide and slightly fearful as she looked out across the various demi-gods wandering about. She belonged her, that much was evident to her. But whether she wanted to belong here was a totally different question. She wanted to belong at home, where she was special and invisible all at once. The dyslexic genius that stayed in the back corner of class stuttering when called on by a teacher. The only place that she shined was on the stage, and even that she could not dance in front of anyone else. And yet here she is, the daughter of Zeus at camp half blood looking for her saytr, or a way out. 

But there was no way out, was there? It wouldn't be safe for her elsewhere, or at least that's what the massive figure of a man, Zeus said. Shuddering at the thought of an enraged goddess striking her down the young demi-god with her watering eyes and trembling knees took another look around herself. She wanted to go home. It was a common theme in her thoughts at that moment, a constant stream of this was one great big mistake just take off running, no one will notice, no one ever notices you, why should now be any different. But she was glued to her spot just inside of the massive wooden gate looking out at the forest campsite. Kitty wanted out, she wanted to forget what that strange man told her. But she couldn't his low booming voice was in the thoughts still, she had no ability to doubt what that man said and it worried her. 

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Your Concern (3:22 PM)

Glancing around the wooded area that was camp half blood the demigoddess crossed her arms petulantly. Didn't she get a choice in all of this?! No, of course not. Maris wanted to shout and scream, demand to go home to her adoptive parents and younger brother. He was only ten years old...god she hoped that Lyle would be okay. A few youths passed by casting her odd looks. Then again, she was a new face with odd eyes, loitering by the main entrance with a bitchy look on her face. What more could she expect? A young blonde girl tried to speak to her only to get sneered at. "Don't wanna be your friend," Was all she got out before she hauled her backpack over her shoulder, it was the only thing that she'd brought, she hadn't had much time. According to her father the rest would be sent in due time. Her dad was Hades...god of the dead. His eyes were just as black as her left eye was, that iris always catching attention. She was told as a child that it was just a birthmark...apparently not. Apparently she was the daughter to the god of the dead. God this sucked.

Skulking away from the front of the camp to the very edges of it, no clue where to go. Her jeans had been shredded within an inch of their life, but she'd bought them that way, riding the grunge train just a bit, not enough to ever dream of wearing it all of the time. Her bright white tank top with the lace lining the edges was enough to prove that. Maris wanted out...she didn't belong here, she belonged with her baby brother and with their mom...but she was dead now wasn't she...

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PERCY JACKSON BASED AU

PERCY JACKSON BASED AU CAST

THREAD MASTERLIST

Your Concern ||Evan and Liam [Monday June 9 1997 @ 3:22 PM] Click Your Heels ||Kitty and Jean [Saturday May 18 2002 @ 3:28 PM] Secrets Out ||Evan and Liam [Monday December 23rd 2002 @ 3:18 PM] Right Off The Streets ||Lyle and Lai [Monday May 1st 2006 @ 3:19 PM]

Heat Wave ||Marnie and Aussie [Saturday May 27th 2006 @ 12:18 PM]