It May Seem Impossible

Clio of Hesiod 19 || Muse || Historian || Student Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

[thehistoricalmuse]

Library Musings || Little Historian

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the-little-prophet‌:

A medical student like him?! Charlie lit up a little– though why a medical student wanted to look at the history…? Well, then again, he supposed it didn’t matter. Charlie didn’t have much free time for fun reading but if he did, he probably wouldn’t read medical textbooks. He’d read…graphic novels or do puzzle books or something (he probably should do those things instead of Netflixing in his spare time, but it was much easier to get out of his own head when plugged into a binge-rewatch of something.) 

“Oh yeah! Definitely,” he answered Clio now as he finally moved away from the table and started heading toward the history section. “Um, is it your first year or are you a transfer or….? Because uh, depending on where you are, I’ll know more about the kinda courses you’re taking…” 

Well, history has always been an easy subject for her. Both in the literal sense in that it is easy for her to learn and that it was easier to talk about. So, when she felt the historian pull that would be the easiest thing to talk about. And she was curious as to what this library had in stock when it came to her favorite subject. She just liked to learn as much as she could and always found comfort in history books. She has always preferred a good book over going outside or watching tv.

“First year. I’m a bit nervous actually. I’ve always dreamed about medical school but I have very little experience.” She said many thought running through her head. Maybe she should have stuck with the idea of majoring in history, but that would provide no challenge and she wants to be challenged. She wants to do something helpful. “Though, I guess that the point of going to school.” 

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Interview with the Devil || Halio

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trip-downtheriverstyx‌:

It was a pretty typical answer. 

He got a lot of starry-eyed romantics who came wandering in here– boys with their suspenders and faux-frames and girls with their cardigans and cat dresses. They were all English majors. They were writers or wannabe English teachers or Editors for this and that. All book people, they called themselves. Just wanted to be around books, get paid to read.

That was’t the kinda shop that Hades Acheron was running.

No, the easy days of Chapter Three were over. Belle might’ve taken pity and was therefore taken advantage of, but Hades would not suffer the same fate. He’d only hire serious, dedicated workers. With work ethic. An ability to multi-task. Quick learners. Someone who wouldn’t spend their whole bloody shift reading. 

He looked down at her resume and then back up again, tilting his head. A pause filled the air, and Hades was purposefully pausing to make this…Clio– sweat. Worry. 

“And you think that qualifies you? You love books?” he questioned and cocked an eyebrow. “That all?”

That wasn’t her only reason. She loves books, yes, but she also craves independence. She has been taken care of by the other muses for most of her life and she wanted to do something on her own for once. She wanted to say to Hades that he asked why she wanted to work there, not what qualifies her. Those are two very different questions.

As for what qualifies her, she was sure she could come up with plenty of reasons. She didn’t plan on reading the whole time, that was something she could do in her own time, and she’s a fast reader anyway. She didn’t want to go on and on about why she would be a good fit. That would just be annoying and display a confidence she doesn’t quite have.

“No. Of course not, I just was telling you why I would like to work here.” She explained. She didn’t want him to think those things of her, she is genuinely a hard worker. “I'm good at organizing things, I love to learn new things, I’m good at working with others and I have a good memory, an eidetic one actually. “ She wasn’t trying to brag, she just wants to get her point across. She wants him to know she’s serious.

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The Greek Muses ~ Clio // history

“If you don’t know history, then you don’t know anything”

[thehistoricalmuse]

Interview with the Devil || Halio

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trip-downtheriverstyx‌:

“Mm, I’m sure it is,” said Hades, tossing a devilish smirk behind him at the jumpy girl. She wasn’t exactly doing a stellar job at hiding it.

But that was alright; Hades got secret pleasure from this part of the job. While Belle had hired any lost puppy that had wandered in, especially the ones with big eyes and a lip-quiver, Hades was determined to treat Chapter Three like– gasp!– a real, respectable business. So he had devised a tough-ish, but ultimately fair interview. He liked to see people balk– or rise to the challenge. 

The risers were the ones who deserved it.

He let the girl in to the backroom, which was mostly shelves and books. It smelled the same: all wood, paper, dust. “Here, you can take a seat there,” he said and gestured to a desk with a computer on it. There were two chairs.

He settled in the chair in front of the screen, and then lifted her CV from a folder. He’d printed it out earlier. “So– let’s just get right into it. Why did you apply to work in a bookstore?”

She didn’t really think she was hiding it either. She was trying though and that’s pretty much all she could do at this moment. She needed to calm her nerves, she wants to make a good impression.

She was pretty sure she could get through this interview. She is a lot of things. A perfectionist, awkward, obsessive, and a bit indecisive, but she is not a coward. She prides herself on that and she wasn’t going to lose that courage or her dignity in a little interview. She also might be a bit dramatic at times but she was sure that’s from spending too much time with certain muses.

She followed the owner of the shop and did as he instructed. “Thank you.” She said taking a seat in one of the chairs. She listened to the Hades question and the answer was obvious to her.

“Well, besides schooling, I really love books. My family, we didn’t have a lot when I was young but my mom and dad always would bring me home books. My mom is a librarian and my dad would use whatever spare cash he had to buy me used books. They instilled in me how important reading is. So, I figured where better to work than a bookstore.” She smiled hoping she hadn’t gone on too long.

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Library Musings || Little Historian

[thehistoricalmuse]

the-little-prophet‌:

Charlie’s hands felt instinctively over the textbook. 

He realized the split second he did it that it was stupid to– he was a medical student, it wasn’t weird for him to be reading a medical textbook or taking notes. This girl didn’t know who he was anyway (at least, he didn’t think so), so she couldn’t point out that the textbook was about a year ahead of where Charlie was supposed to be in school. She wouldn’t question why he was interested in chest trauma. 

It was just Charlie’s own paranoia talking.

So he shifted his hands quickly– so really it just looked like he was idly runnin’ his hand over the page and that wasn’t super weird right (plenty of people, uh, stroked pages). “Oh, uh, just– doin’ some reading on chest trauma. I’m a medical student,” he said. He shut the book (he knew the page number by heart anyway.)

“But um– yeah, I can– take you to the history books, if you want? They’re on this floor, so uh, that’s– convenient.” He scrambled out of his chair, then realized– “Oh, uh– sorry, I didn’t realize I completely forgot my name. I mean– I didn’t forget it, I just forgot to tell you. I’m Charlie.”

Clio noticed him run his hands over the book but didn’t really put too much thought into to it. She liked to think she is perceptive and she’s good at reading some of the other muse’s body language, but she wasn’t as skilled with strangers. She figured he was just doing so in appreciation. That he might be a fellow book lover as well.

A medical student. Would you look at her luck? She’s new and happens to meet a fellow medical student who she feels some sort of historian tug to. She was feeling pretty lucky at the moment. She knew basically no one in this town besides Callie. Maybe she and this boy would have classes together. 

“Really? I am too. I mean a medical student.” She said trying not to stumble over her words. “I’m Clio and I would appreciate it very much if you could lead the way. Maybe you could tell me what to expect in my future classes?” And maybe she could figure out if the pull was really coming from him. 

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[thehistoricalmuse]

NAME: Anaïs Larue AGE: 19 DISTRICT: Three MAGICK?: Photographic Memory/Retrocognition OCCUPATION: Technician OPINION ON THE GAMES: Against/Member of Legion BIOGRAPHY: 

Anaïs Larue never met her father. He and her mother had been young when she was conceived and her father had been reaped before she had even taken her first breath. He died in the hunger games and Anaïs has hated the competition her whole life. She hated it even more as she saw how her father was killed mercilessly in a dream one night. She doesn't understand why so many enjoy the games and willingly train their children to fight.

When she was about sixteen one of her closest friends was reaped and died in the games and Anaïs has been apart of legion since. She is only thankful that she herself has never been called upon.

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History is Happening || Cliollope

[thehistoricalmuse]

calliope-hesiod:

Clio was coming today.

That was the thought that brought Callie out of bed this morning, the thought that carried her through her very-average  breakfast at the dining hall, the thought that kept her busy as she reorganized her closet for lack of something better to do. Clio was coming, Clio was coming.

It had been over a year since she’d seen Clio – heck, almost two years. She had not seen Clio since she left for England, had not seen Clio since Urania had come (“They’ll come,” Urania had always said about the rest of them. “In their time.” Callie saw now that that had not been true; that she had just been a piece in Urania’s grand plan).

Clio was coming to PrideU. Clio was coming on a train. Clio was coming and Callie was waiting and it had been a long time since she’d had good news.

Oh, that was right – Callie was heartbroken. Callie was a disaster. Callie was only functional because she had given herself a strict schedule to stick to, something that was inspired by Urania, actually. She only had one class, because it was summer, so she gave herself a million other projects to do. Clean out her closet; practice painting; record a whole demo for a soundcloud that didn’t exist yet; finish a chapbook; learn how to knit.

But Clio was coming and that was a spark of hope, a small warmth from the past that Callie needed to cling to. Clio was just a bit younger than Callie, but they’d grown up together in the temple. Their lessons had been different, but they’d overlapped enough that they would read epic legends and historical myths side by side. It had been so long since they’d done that though.

Callie was at the train station now, holding a bouquet of sunflowers, bouncing on her heels as the train pulled to a stop. Callie scanned the crowd and when she spotted Clio getting off of the train, she smiled brightly and dashed over.

“Clio!” she exclaimed, thrusting out the sunflowers. “Oh my gosh! I missed you so much!”

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Clio was nervous. She’s normally nervous so this wasn’t anything new, but this time the feeling was different. The anxiety was mixed with excitement and that wasn’t a normal feeling for her, usually, she was just anxious, not excitedly anxious. 

She had originally wanted to follow Callie when she left for Swynlake but then Urania followed after and her ideas of leaving had ended. Clio had looked up to Urania, had seen her as a big sister, but they didn’t always get along. She was bossy and a traditionalist, enforced so many rules and Clio hated to bossed around. Disliked when others told her what to do in a way that was more controlling than caring. So, when Urania had left her ideas of joining Callie stopped. But Urania has been gone for a while now and things seemed more relaxed, which she hated to say seeing as those changes correlated to the death of Urania.

And with this change, she wanted to find herself and follow her dreams. She usually was logical, preferring not to take risks, but this didn’t seem like a big risk. She could pursue an education in something that interested her and be a muse at the same time, right? Yeah, she could totally do this! 

She exited the train and looked around that platform. Callie had said she would meet her here. How they would catch up and she would show her the Campus. Maybe she was running late? She quickly saw she was worried over nothing as Callie’s person came into view. She accepted that flowers that were thrust to her and smiled at the person she had known for so long, but it had been so long since they had seen each other. “Callie! I missed you too. I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.”

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[thehistoricalmuse]

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Interview with the Devil || Halio

[thehistoricalmuse]

trip-downtheriverstyx:

Hades had been making plenty of changes since he took over Chapter Three.

For one– automation and digitization. He spruced up their website and revamped their social media presence, putting all materials for hiring online, because Swynlake might be a little slice outta some people’s 18th century heaven, but Hades refused to keep any papers that he didn’t have to. Which meant it was actually easier for people to apply and there were more venues to see that they were hiring. So no, Hades was not shocked when he got a call asking about an interview.

He reviewed the resume sent in and agreed. Filed it away in one of his many electronic folders with the giddy satisfaction of an accountant. It was not the first application he received, nor would it be the last, since his processes were so efficient.

This was the first interview he was taking though, having appreciated the person’s follow-through despite their rather sparse resume, which read more like a school report card than anything else. But well, he supposed some kids had to start somewhere and despite what Belle said, Hades was nothing but fair. He looked up at the sound of the bell and raised his eyebrows at the girl’s quiet, but polite greeting.

“Ah, hulllo. Name’s Hades,” he greeted, stickin’ his hand out to shake her own. “Follow me, we’ll just pop into the back. OI– EEYORE,” he shouted. A nervous, skittish boy appeared. “Man the counter, would you,” he said brusquely, and then headed toward the backroom.

Okay, Clio thought she was fine but the nervousness was coming back. When she called the store about if they were hiring or not she had a little anxiety about it but the man had sounded nice on the phone. She had always hated talking on the phone but she figured this was necessary. So, she had made an appointment and pushed the interview out of her mind until a couple days before she was actually supposed to be an interview. The last couple of days had been full of her trying to prepare and push past the anxiety.

The man still seemed nice but that didn’t mean she was still intimidated. She had never done an interview before. This job, if she even got it, would be her first. So she followed after the man letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr Hades.” Peculiar name, but that’s not something you say to your possible boss.

[thehistoricalmuse]

Library Musings || Little Historian

[thehistoricalmuse]

the-little-prophet:

Charlie was studying. He was never not studying something– even when he was working at the hospital, that was review; and when he was at home, performing inventory on his safe room, that was a form of study. His brief respites came few and far between, usually in thirty-minute intervals, though lately there had been some exceptions to the rule as Charlie ventured out for late-night parties or picked up lattes from [name redacted] for Lana on the way to their Chem 101 class. He was, thus, far far behind, and he needed needed to study.

He was not, currently, studying what he needed to study, though. He’d jumped far ahead. He had a thick textbook open and his raccooned eyes darted over the chapter on chest trauma for the nth time today.

“Oxygen saturation– Pulse oximetry allows continuous, non-invasive assessent of arterial haemoglobin oxygen saturation. Continuous oxgen saturation monitoring should be used during the resuscitation of all trauma patients…end-tidal carbon dioxide monitoring (ETCO2) should be used in all intubated trauma patients…”

That was when a soft voice interrupted his line of thought. He jerked up, his hand–which had been supporting his cheek– slapping against the table roughly.

“Wha…” uttered Charlie as his brain scrambled. It finally caught up and he sat up straighter. “Oh, yeah! Yeah, there’s a whole lot of history and– also like, a biography section too, they’re sort of side by side. Though– are you looking for periodicals or books?” he asked. “Cuz that’s– those are different.”

Studying was a very important part of Clio’s life too. It’s all she has been doing since she was taken to live with the muses. And even before then you could find a little Clio reading books that were often advanced for a girl of her age. She didn’t study because she needed too, she had a photographic memory that made sure she remembered things, but she did it in hopes of triggering something. A moment in history that she had yet to see. When she had been young she feared the times that she would see something but now she craved those moments. She loved to know fact and the truth, and not everything in the history books was true.

She was excited to see what resources and information the university’s library has. She had learned a lot but maybe these books were different. Maybe they could spark a memory from the past. Though she should probably be focusing on studying her actual and minor.

Clio smiled at the boy’s reaction. She hadn’t meant to startle him, but that pull was stronger, it grew as she came closer. “Books. Though, maybe I’ll return to look at periodicals at another time.” She said with a nod of her head. “What are you reading?” She asked curiously after spotting the words oxygen saturation.

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