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Jul 29, 2013 04:42PM
His smile returned, "Well that's good. I thought I was scaring you for some reason."
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Mira shuffled back a bit more. "Your expression..."
"Oh I'm sorry." He frowned and bunched his eyebrows together to make a sour face, "Better?"
Mira relaxed and flopped onto the ground. "Yes, actually."
Ryan smirked and started tickling her again, "Never let down your guard, Mira!"
"Damn... you!" Mira cried in between high-pitched giggles.
Ryan laughed and continued to tickle her until she was practically crying. Ryan stopped laughing to take a breath and broke in to a smile.
Mira jerked this way and that to escape, but it was no use.
Ryan stopped and smiled at her.
Mira gasped for breath and glared at him.
He smiled and helped her sit up, "You ok?"
Mira slapped his arm away with narrowed eyes.
((Sorry was having a meltdown)) Ryan gave her a shocked look and raised his hands in surrender.
"You're trying to get under my guard again, aren't you?" Mira asked suspiciously.
"No! Of course not. Tickled once shame on you, tickled twice shame on me."
Ryan smiled innocently and stood up, "Well if you're going to be mad at me, I should go on and leave. It's getting dark anyway."
"Okay!" Mira exclaimed, suddenly cheerful, "Goodnight, then!" She gave Ryan a quick hug before beginning to walk toward her cabin like it was nothing.
Ryan gave her a weird look and continued to walk the opposite direction to his cabin.
((I have to go to bed, goodnight))
((I have to go to bed, goodnight))
((Goodnight! How long was that RP going? Three days?))
Eva walks towards the field and sat down on the healthy green grass. The weather was sunny, but the heat was bearable, nothing too hot or anything. There was a slight breeze that had the grass bending a slight bow. Her long dark matte brown hair was swept into a side ponytail, and she was wearing a black sundress. (view spoiler)
Edgar trudged into the field. He stopped suddenly when he saw a girl in a black dress sitting in the grass. He ran a hand through his brown hair, probably sending it standing straight up, not that he cared. He had come up here to get away from the hustle and bustle of camp. So many people around him always had him in a bad mood. If he hadn't gotten out of there soon, he was going to explode on somebody. Compared to that, the girl in front of him wasn't a big deal, he supposed. Still, a few more steps and she would probably feel the negative effects of his presence.
She glance at the boy who looks around the same age as her, 17/18. Being the friendly, warm girl she is she waved him over with a small smile tugging on her lips. She remember seeing him around camp once or twice, but wasn't sure about his name, and godly parent.
She looked nice enough, but Edgar knew the closer he got to her, the less friendly she would be. Instead of smiling or waving back, he sent her a cool glare. It was better for both of them if they didn't become acquainted.
Her smile wavered when he glared at her, and she let her hand fall back to her side. Her smile twisted down in a small frown, but didn't gave up. She got up and walked up to him, feeling her slight anger at the camper grow until she was furious at the guy. She wasn't sure why she was so angry, he only ignored her.
Edgar clenched his jaw as she got up and walked towards him. He could feel her anger grow; could feel the rush he got because his powers were being used. He hated it. His hand curled into fists as he tried, in vane, to fight his gift, or curse rather.
She glared at him as she stood in front of him, he was taller than her by 5 inches so she has to tilt up her head to look him in the eye. "When somebody waves at you, the polite thing to do is wave back. Not to give them a cold glare!" she says, her voice raising at the end of her sentence.
Edgar smiled coldly and lifted his hand. He waved it once and then dropped it back to his side. "Happy?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Her eyes narrowed, "No" she says, "Now's too late, you should have done that earlier!" she grabs his hand, "Now you owe me something"
As soon as she touched him, he jerked out of her grip and jumped back, knowing that the effect he had on her would get much, much worse with the physical link. "I don't owe you anything," he spat at her. He should have left as soon as he saw her. He should have know better.
CJ wrote: "((A date! JK, JK))"((Haha noo..))
Her eyes widen when he jerked back is hand and jump back away from her, no guy has ever rejected her in anyway. Greed overwhelmed her, "In fact, yes you do" she says not knowing what she did that made him owe her.
Edgar scowled. Why couldn't his mom be Athena or something? Or mortal? It would have made things so much easier. He wouldn't have to keep hurting people, or dealing with the greed, anger and whatnot that surrounded him at all hours of the day. "Because I didn't wave?" he asked, snickering. "I don't think so."
"Oh..I think you do.." She says adding a bit of charmspeak into her words. This was the first time she had used charmspeak without a logical reasoning too.
He could hear the charmspeak. He'd always had a resistance to it. Probably something to do with the fact that his mother was basically goddess of all things negative. Charm didn't get very far. "Nice try, princess," he said coldly.
She frowns, "Why didn't it work? Your suppose to say Yes, I do and all that other stuff" she purse her lips, "Who are you? Who's your godly parent?"
He gave a mock bow. "Edgar Parkers, son of Eris," he said with a smirk. He bit back his query as to her own name and parent. He already knew the parent. Aphrodite. The charmspeak had made that obvious enough. As for the name, even if he did ask, she probably wouldn't give it. And besides, he didn't care anyways. It was better when he didn't know anyone.
((sorry))"Oh, not wonder my charmspeak has no effect, since your mother is practically the goddess of anything dark and negative" she says as she tried an experiment by taking a step back, and then another. She felt her anger and greed diminishing slightly, then she took a couple of steps forward and they all reappeared.
Edgar watched her in silence. It wasn't often that somebody had a cclear enough head to try to figure out how his power worked. This girl had figures it out fairly quickly. He was kind of relieved, actually. He hated explaining how hhis powers worked.
"This is..." she murmurs to herself as she stepped backwards and forwards, "..weird. Or Interesting. Or in fact kind of scary. Or even kind of insane..." she mumbles listing off words that can describe what she is feeling on what's happening.
He continued watching her, intrigued. She seemed to be able to, at least partially, get past the influence he has on people. Were others capable of doing that as well? Maybe it was because their mothers were polar opposites; one the goddess of love, the other the goddess of anger, hate, etc.
"Okay, what the h*** is this?" she asks standing about two meters away from Edgar. "This whole...negativity thing" she says demanding an explanation.
"A gift from my mother," he said, biting back his real thoughts. More like a curse.
"Oh.." she says and enable to be friendly while she speaks to him instead of godzilla, she walked a few meters away from him. "Erm..Sorry for my behavior before.." she apologized sincerely.
