Calling all Demigods! discussion
Campus Roleplay
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Memory Hall
Actone shrugged. "Sometimes, it';s just not enough."
Actone brushed his hair with his fingers, sighing melancholy.
"Ah, well, I'm Acton, son of Hades." Acton replied.
"Oh, it's all mine," Acton said politely.
Acton didn't redo the favour. Instead, he sighed once more and bid Cassidy a good bye. "I'll see you around," he had said as well.

"Well, you honestly couldn't control what he did. It's his own fault."
"Naw." Nat breathed, shaking her head her voice came to, firm strong and denying. "No. It was who ever strangled him's fault. But he wouldn't have met him if I forgave him. So yeah, it is my fault." Nat replied.
"No. It wouldn't matter, the chain of events link to me. They happend because of me." She said.
((or cos of Cora))
((or cos of Cora))
Paying no heed to the echoing conversations that floated about the marble walls, Evander took slow deliberate steps through them, breathing in the comforting smell of cigarette smoke and leather from his jacket. Jasmine.
How she annoyed him. A faint scowl on his face, Evander studied a burial shroud replica of some Greek hero, lean body curving in a parenthese as he regarded it.
How she annoyed him. A faint scowl on his face, Evander studied a burial shroud replica of some Greek hero, lean body curving in a parenthese as he regarded it.
A scowl played against Cassidy's otherwise passive expression. She cast a gaze down to him. Evander. The messed up boy who made her see her dead father. She had half a mind to yell at him, though she wasn't that insane. She turned to a painting, pretending to be preoccupied with it.
I know who she is.
But Evander really wasn't in a good mood at the moment, and this meant that he didn't much feel like causing fears to play out in the strange mysterious corners of certain peoples' minds. So he merely took three steps towards the girl to tease her, to make her scared of nothing, in truth just reading the description of a rusted sword.
But Evander really wasn't in a good mood at the moment, and this meant that he didn't much feel like causing fears to play out in the strange mysterious corners of certain peoples' minds. So he merely took three steps towards the girl to tease her, to make her scared of nothing, in truth just reading the description of a rusted sword.
Cassidy stole one sideways glance at the footsteps. She had the urge to scream at him, to completely lose it like Holly. Douche, she thought bitterly.
((Agh someone smack him already. =.=''))
Nat frowned. "Im not so sure about that..." She replied.
Nat frowned. "Im not so sure about that..." She replied.
Nat sighed, shrugging. "Have you ever loved someone, and you never knew quite why you did?" She asked him.
"Okay. Well... it's just... sometimes you'd give your life for their because you know they'd do the same. It's unbelievable. And you're changed forever...." Nat said.

Peter nodded slowly. "Tyen... Edwin, was it? Is a lucky man."
(("Yes, yes j am."))
Nat smiled. "Edwin. I don't know how he feels about me..." She said and flashed back to the Grotto where he had said how he felt. "But I'd be the lucky one." Nat said, nodding.
"Because he is...Edwin." She said, grinning. "He's handsome and funny. He's caring and strong. He's everything I ever wanted, and more." She said.
"Because I was shocked, and heart torn. I didn't know what I had when I had it. Now it's on the line, and I hate myself for it." She admitted.
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