Calling all Demigods! discussion

"Probably not," Drake replied with a shrug.

Shaking her head, curls bouncing, Airlia stepped up to Drake. Her mouth was trembling in indignance. "Do you even want to?"

Drake frowned, thoughts swirling. And then he answered truthfully. "No."

"Tell me why," Airlia demanded.

"Would you believe me if I told you 'addiction'?" Drake asked. "'Cause it's the f*cked up truth."

"Don't ask me if I'd believe, just say it," Airlia said. She shook her head at the words and then back up at Drake. "Tell me how to fix it."

Drake shrugged. "I don't know."

Iviana (The Sign Painter!) wrote: "Drake shrugged. "I don't know.""

((.... >.< Fine. Airlia's not giving up.))

Airlia sighed, a sigh of deep sadness and frustration. She sat down then, whip in her lap, longsword lying next to her. Burying her head in her hands, she covered her face with her golden hair, hiding herself from Drake, from her feelings.

Drake stared down at her. He knew it was pointless trying. He saw what he did to people. He knew what hell it caused them. And he didn't give a damn. He would have left, left her to whatever she was thinking about, had she not taken his whip.

"Leave," Airlia said in a quiet voice. She looked up at him then. "Leave now." Her voice was firm and her nostrils were flared, though she was trembling-- from supressed rage, anger, frustration... among other things.

He could sense it, but he didn't care. "Give it here," he stated, voice cold. "Now."

Airlia laughed, then, and stood up to her full height, tall and imposing as a statue of her grandmother, Aphrodite.
"Why?"

" What are you two doing here on this fine day? Possibly on a date?" Jenni said as if it was second nature to her to ask that question.

((>.< Not now, Leia, sorry.))

"So you can continue your addiction," Airlia said with a small shake of her head. "But it seems to me that if you want to stop the addiction, you take away the drug."
She slipped the whip in the back pocket of her jeans, pointing her longsword at Drake.
"If you follow me, you're dead," she said finally. Releasing a stream of magic behind her, Airlia turned...

And left.

" I don't know, it ain't my fault my dad did this two me," Jenni said innocently.

"F*ck you," Drake muttered, and turned the opposite way. Fine. He'd find other ways. He had his methods of inflicting pain. Like fire. There was always that. Scowling, he made his way back to his cabin.

((In a mean time... DAI SPAM))

" So," she said. " Then what are you doing on this wonderful day? Days like these help me enjoy nature more," she said stupidly. She didn't mean it litterally, she hated nature. But, she did want to see what they were talking about. Eaves dropping is her best sport, you could say, because there is no way she'll be playing Capture the Flag anytime soon.

((He left. -.-))

(( Ok))
Jenni sat there, lonely, and watched the muscular archers shoot things. Then eventually got up and left for her cabin.

Jenni waltzed toward her flipping her hair and applying more Covergirl Lipstain.

"Hi Xia," she said as she sat down on a bench, trying to paint her toenails.

((Need a period))
Jenni asked her " Do you know where I can find more nail polish?" And kept on painting.

((what?))
"so, how has your day been going?" Jenni asked polietly.

((hehe))
"Good,I guess," she said and then looked up at Xia." I just nedd to find more. I'm running out of my makeup left and right." She sighed and continued her work of art on her toes. Though she may not of been a demigod of art or anything amazing like that, she did have the best manicures and pedicures on the face of this planet. Well, she is incredible at them to sum the story up.

Hers was long and hard work. Foundation, bronzer, lipstain, eyeliner, suttle shades of eyeshadow, mascara, and blush, but never lipliner. The way people wore it just disgusted her.

There was a short silence then Jenni's sweet but decieving voice said," I'm going for breakfast. I'm craving a chocolate crossiont and a mocha latte." Jenni then asked," Would you like to join me?"

" Wait, the dog?," She asked and then finally said," Sure I guess." ((poof to mess hall))

Rhys strolled down to the archery range, still a bit nervous about leaving his injured sister in the cabin. Shrugging, he picked up a bow.

Giovanna had one hand in her pocket as she wandered down to the archery range, her quiver full of gold-feathered arrows slung across her back. In her right hand, hanging loosely by her side, was her longbow.

Rhys gave a small wave to the oncoming camper before turning to his target. A quiver of arrows was slung across his sholder.

Giovanna nodded at Rhys as she perched her longbow into the sandy floor of the arena, approximately one hundred yards from the target.

Rhys pulled an arrow from his quiver and notched it against his bow. He took careful aim before firing his arrow.

"Nice," she commented, accent thick as she pulled out one of the gold-feathered arrows and gently ran a finger along the bowstring.

"Thank you," Rhys replied, giving her a curt nod.

Giovanna pulled back the string far and let it go, watching the arrow sail through the air and into the target.

"Nice shot," Rhys commented quietly.

"Grazie," she said with a small smile.

Rhys nodded. "You're welcome."

She cocked her head to the side. "You don't look like an archer," she commented.

Rhys shrugged. "We don't have to look like something to be something."

A small scoff escaped her lips as she pulled back another arrow. "I mean to say you do not have the build an archer does. Do you shoot often?"

"Often enough."

Giovanna nodded and shot again, the feathered arrow glitening as it traveled to the target.

"How often do you," Rhys asked, watching the arrows fly curiously.

"Every day, at least."

Rhys nodded. "That explains it. I'm Rhys, by the way."

"Giovanna," she said with a quick smile.

"Pleasure." Rhys allowed a small smile to cross his lips, though it didn't last long.

"'ts all mine," she murmured as she leaned the longbow down on her shoulder and pulled up her bottle of water.