#sebastian 01

[badluckgoboom]

@occultacarne

The sudden rush of temperate air was the first thing Powder felt since agony had overtaken her. It chilled her to the bone, making the poor girl shudder and jerk up almost instinctively. Though she still despaired, sobs breaking out with every ragged breath, a sense of confusion began to seep in. Where…was she? It was still dark, but none of this looked familiar. Had she passed out and been taken somewhere else, left out in some other alleyway?

Lost. She’d been abandoned, and now she was lost. Stuck somewhere she didn’t recognize. Her aching chest began to heave with every breath, the pain growing worse and worse. She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t calm down. Her body shivered again, making her only now aware of how numb she felt underneath her soaked clothes. Was she about to die? Is this what that felt like…?

Somebody else was there. Of course, she didn’t recognize him. But his long, dark hair, the clothes of similar shade…it was as though he’d melted in from the shadows. A spectre here to take her away now that she was alone.

Powder just stayed where she knelt, silent beyond her sobs. Every nerve was alight, telling her to run. She was certainly prepared to…

[izzynichs]

área de esportes

com @oceanhcir

Não era uma boa forma de conhecê-la. Azar o deles. Janis não devia tê-la convidado para jogar, se conhecia o seu instinto competitivo. Mas lá estava Isabella, no início da tarde, com uma roupa confortável e um sorriso confiante no rosto. Tentou reconhecer os semideuses ali na quadra, mas além da caçadora que a convidou, não reconheceu mais ninguém. — E aí, gente? — Cumprimentou, quando se aproximou e ouviu Janis apresentá-la como Izzy, caçadora de Ártemis. Disse que os times já estavam decididos e orientou para onde ela deveria ir. Olhou para o lado e viu o filho de Poseidon, esboçando um sorrisinho sutil. — Você está no meu time? — Perguntou. O rapaz, possivelmente, havia chegado ao acampamento quando ela já havia partido, então não chegaram a se conhecer. Mas sabia quem ele era, porque era difícil estar ali e não saber quem eram os filhos dos três grandes. — E vamos jogar o que, afinal?

[kailynkinsey-blog]

@sebtaitt

“I hope you know I’m only doin’ this ‘cause you’re paying me in food.” Kail swayed on her feet, a lemon garlic shrimp kabob in hand. Knocked his shoulder playfully with her own. “So, where do we start, Boss?” Her nickname for him--didn’t know why, but somehow she got Boss out of Sebastian. One of those weird things, like how they got Dick out of Richard. It was appropriate, though, because for the day Seb was her boss. Needed help re-organising The Oceanic before it opened its doors back up for the new year. For some reason, Sebastian thought Kailyn would be some sort of help. Her Instagram pictures were not an example of her artistic ability--she was probably as clueless about decorating as he was. Regardless, she’d try and be of some assistance. They could have some fun, anyway. “How come you’re the one getting extra credit, when I’m the one doing all the work?” She asked, shrimp swirling around in her mouth. “This place oughta hire me. I’m here enough.”