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Post by Ana Larive on Wed Apr 06, 2016 5:47 pm

Stomping, stabbing, shooting arrows. Oh, and crying.
That was all that Ana could do in that instant. Rage filled her, along with despair, and, being herself, the French girl couldn't keep her feelings bottled in for so long. She woke herself up at six in the morning, before going to the Arena, grabbing her bow and some arrows on her way. She didn't like sharing her personnal space with the other in the Barracks. Hell, why didn't they actually do things like the Greeks? Everything they had seemed better to Ana. The roman way of life was rigid, based on order; and Larive was an anarchist. She had smashed things with a baseball bat, tagged walls, beaten people that tried to get too close; her way of thinking and acting was almost completely opposite to the other roman demigods.
And now, there she was, sinking her knife in the dummy in front of her, remembering to stab the torso multiple times before getting to the head. That was something she learned back in France, when she read a book about blade fighting; the most important thing with a knife was to hit in the torso to destabilize the ennemy, before hitting them right in the head to kill them (or placing the knife under the person's throat, if she was fighting another demigod.)
She always had been fueled by hyperactivity. The punkette constantly needed to do something, and that was why her roadtrip was never-ending. Being an outcast, the half-blood always had to move, to spend herself in an exhausting activity. Now that she was in camp, her nomad way of life gone for the best and for the worst, she had to find a way to unleash the anger and the sadness she experienced in this new place.
As she gave one violent hit, sticking her imperial gold knife in the dummy's "head", she turned around and took the bow attached to her back. It wasn't richly ornemented, nor was it modest; the most important thing was its stability.

The blue-haired girl shot her first arrow in a dummy's chest, before switching her stance and aiming at another target, firing another arrow at another dummy. This time, she only hit it in the leg, because she didn't take enough time aiming; cursing, she dropped the bow and rushed to the dummy, throwing to the ground with a kick and starting to stom its "face" under her boots. Her blood was boiling, and it took her several minutes to realise she had completely destroyed the thing. Damn. People would be mad at her for that. But she didn't care; it was part of why she didn't have many friends. Ana ignored completely people who annoyed her or that she didn't find any interest into.
Panting heavily, her hands on her knees, the punkette placed a hand on her face to wipe away the sweat, only to realize her face was wet with tears. "Gabrielle..."
Yep. Gabrielle. The blonde greek kept hauting her dreams and her sketchbook, driving the girl into a maëlstrom of feelings. It was now clear as the summer sky; she was in love with someone for the first time in her life. And it had to be with the girl that always wanted to get attention, the girl that flirted with guys like a daughter of Aphrodite would, before leaving them once her fun was over. They had become friends - and maybe even more, but that was just a hope, and the punkette knew that hope is the first step on the road to disappointment.
She cried, because Gabby was so close to her, and yet, so far. Yet, a faint light was there in her troubled mind. The Hunters of Artemis.
The punkette met a hunter. A daughter of Iris, who was actually pretty nice. Of course, she talked her into joining, wich upset the french girl at first. But now, the more she thought about it, the more she knew it was a calling. Her life never had a sense, she had nowhere to go, she was just a mess. Becoming a Huntress... it would be amazing. Swearing off the company of men? She hated most of the guys she knew anyway. Eternal maidenhood? As long as she could be with Gabby, that was fine. Immortality? The only point stopping her from joining.
She sniffled as she heard footsteps. Someone was approaching, and she didn't have the time to hide the complete havoc she had caused in the Arena. All the demigod could do was wipe away her tears - or at least, try to.
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Re: My boot, your face // Elijah Emmanuel (PG-13)

Post by Elijah Emmanual-Wheelan on Sat Apr 09, 2016 4:33 pm

It had been another sleepless night with Jack, the man up most of the night with various withdrawal symptoms.  Elijah had stayed up with his fiancé, and had barely even slept when the other man was.  He had known this was going to be the case when Jack moved back to camp...although the son of Venus had gone through rehab, the alcohol recovery wasn't going to happen overnight.  And at camp, he didn't have the extra mental and physical support that most recovering alcoholics had in the mortal world.  He pretty much had...Elijah.  Who was, of course, more than happy and ready to help his fiancé through the difficulties of it all.  He wanted to get Jack back to normal...he needed to get Jack back to normal.  And in all fairness, the man was getting there.  It was a slow process, but Jack was doing so well.  With every sleepless night and daytime withdrawal attack, Elijah could see progress...and he always thanked the Gods for that.

Despite the fact that he had barely slept that night, Elijah decided to head to the arena early in the morning.  First of all, he was awake at the dawn hour when his alarm would normally go off.  He had turned it off when Jack had woken up again around two in the morning.  Second of all, it would be nice to get that certain release Elijah could only get through pulling out his daggers.  Although, of course, the boy preferred a living sparring partner, the straw dummies in the arena would be fine...that was usually the case in the early mornings anyway.  Jack had been joining the son of Discordia more than he had before leaving for New York City, but this morning the small man couldn't bear to wake his fiancé.  Not after how the night had been.  Elijah needed to go train, but Jack needed to sleep more...though the boy was a little concerned about leaving Jack on his own.

But Elijah knew he couldn't take care of his fiancé if he didn't recharge himself.  And it was probably better to leave Jack while he was sleeping seemingly soundly than when he was awake and could need the small man at any moment.  "Gods..." Elijah murmured as he quietly moved around his room.  If he really admitted it...he was tired.  Getting Jack back to a fully healthy state was his number one priority, but it was an exhausting job.  The son of Discordia would do anything for his fiancé, no matter what that meant.  Right now, he had to be the other's rock...self time was necessary, and Elijah had to make that work around everything else.

Elijah took a moment in his room.  He had gotten ready with soft steps, dressed in sweatpants, a t-shirt, and his running shoes.  Jack was snoring softly, curled up around a pillow that Elijah had positioned to replace himself in his fiancé's arms.  "You need to do this for you," the boy mumbled a reminder to himself as he watched Jack sleeping.  He had to ignore the pang of guilt...he couldn't take care of the son of Venus if he didn't take care of himself.  He couldn't take care of the son of Venus if he didn't take care of himself.  It would be helpful to stab some dummies, to get out his inner turmoil, the physical stiffness and general frustrations.  Elijah knew this...and it wasn't like he could be with Jack twenty-four-seven anyway.  That didn't mean he didn't wish he could, even when the older man instructed him to take some time.  The son of Venus had always been the small man's hero.  Elijah was the overly emotional one.  His personality demanded some degree of high maintenance, though not necessarily in a negative way.  "I love you," Elijah whispered, kissing his sleeping fiancé's forehead.  "I'll see you soon."

At least Elijah would probably be alone in the arena.  It was pretty rare to see anyone else there that early in the morning.  Though even if there were others, they would all probably keep to themselves.  That seemed to be the general way.  Still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Elijah walked the path to the arena.  Of course, of all the morning for someone to be there, it had to be this one.  The girl had a wildly dyed mohawk- Elijah recognized her as Legionnaire Ana Larive, though the boy didn't know her personally.  The thing that struck him was the way she was acting...it seemed a lot like how the son of Discordia was feeling inside.  There was a strange moment of...connection as he watched.  Maybe some interaction was okay.  "You too, huh?"

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Re: My boot, your face // Elijah Emmanuel (PG-13)

Post by Elijah Emmanual-Wheelan on Sat Apr 09, 2016 4:35 pm

DISCORDIA SEJUNGUS, Detached Goddess of Chaos and Strife
Chaos was such an easy thing to find in the modern world.  Gone were the days of golden apples and easily miffed Goddesses...mortals took care of these things with no real interference.  There was a ton for all of the Gods and Goddesses to feed off of, and the way chaos had become so real and prevalent certainly tickled Discordia's fancy.  And when she got to make it all worse?  Even better!  It was certainly fun keeping an eye out for all those things.  Sometimes the Goddess just put things on...autopilot, so to say.  She let her natural draw to chaos lead her around...all around the world, so she could do one of the things she was best at- spicing things up a bit.  From small scale to large scale, Discordia never ran out of her fun.  Chaos and strife rules everyone in so many ways.  That would never change in the ongoing history of humans.  Whether they were doing it to themselves, or she was pulling the strings, or both, the Goddess ruled her domain well.

There were certain things that weren't so easy for Discordia, though.  Demigods, for one.  The chaos in the Goddess's head made keeping track of all that a little difficult.  It wasn't like she had many children, but mental mayhem resulted in not thinking about that as much as she probably should.  There was also the fact that many of her children dropped off the map...in some ways, Discordia think her children had a lot of difficulties in their lives.  It was hard to function and survive with the chaos that thrived inside her children.  It did sadden the Goddess to see her few children come and go, when the thought came up to the forefront of her mind.  Sure, the thoughts typically folded quickly, but she did give some thought to it all.  And the mortal men she consorted with...they were all so different.  Her children reflected that very well.

It was a bit of a rarity for Discordia to check on her children, though it did happen.  She was always surprised with the difference it made...though at the moment, she was pretty sure she only had one child.  Elijah had lasted through quite a few siblings, but had been alone for some time.  Spying in on the boy early in the morning, the Goddesses noticed something a bit...strange.  The girl he was talking to...a wildly colored mohawk and bright green eyes...why was Elijah always present at his sisters' claimings?  Ana, definitely one of Discordia's.  There was no way that could be mistaken.  "Of course!" the Goddess let out a soft cackle, snapping her fingers to make a sparking golden apple appear over her daughter's head.  "As if there was any doubt!"

"Ana Larive, a true daughter of chaos," with another snap of her fingers, Discordia appeared at her children's side, dressed in a sparking golden toga to match the sign over Ana's head.  "And Elijah...always in the right place at the right time," she laughed wickedly.  "Discordia, at your service!  Yet another twist that even I couldn't have expected.  It's so delicious," the Goddess certainly loved this sort of thing...the devious side of chaos coming out with a serial killer grin.  "My girl..." Discordia took her hand, clasping a golden apple bracelet around the girl's wrist.  "You can send out so much chaos, though keeping it out can be tricky.  This bracelet will help with that, putting up a shield to keep the chaos around you from getting to your head.  That way you can concentrate on sending out the chaos you have to fight with."

As always, Discordia wished she had more time.  But she didn't...at least Ana knew her brother.  Elijah could help her with her powers, her birthright. “Ana...Elijah knows what he’s doing.  Just follow his lead,” the Goddess wasn't good with a 'serious' tone, but she figured that her children would understand that to be the case here.  "And Ana...you will do so well," with a wicked smile, Discordia snapped her fingers, a mad cackle wrapping around her kids before fading into the early morning, the golden apple above Ana's head bursting into sparks around her head.  The girl would do well, Discordia didn't doubt that for a moment.  She had a great ally of a brother, and a whole world of chaos both inside and out...a true child of Discordia.

((Congratulations, Ana!  Discordia is awesome!  OHMYGODDESS SIBLING!))

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Re: My boot, your face // Elijah Emmanuel (PG-13)

Post by Ana Larive on Sun Apr 10, 2016 1:08 am

Ana had taken a very deep breath before turning around as she heard someone speaking.
She recognized Elijah, the Praetor of the Third Cohort. She never paid attention to him - actually, she never paid attention to anyone, apart from Gabby. She just ignored everyone, in the end. She preferred to be alone - even if the daughter of Dionysus was slowly making her dependent of her, wich wasn't really a bad thing in the end.
She opened her mouth to ask what the son of Discordia meant, when she felt something... weird. Just like if something was wrong, and yet... right?
Confused, Ana looked up, noticing something that froze her in place. A sparkling, golden apple was stuck just above her head.
At first, she just frowned, confused. And then, as realization hit her, she saw something that made her jaw drop open in awe. Right next to her stood a woman, a bit taller than her, wearing a golden toga, sparkling as brightly - no, brighter than the golden apple above her head. The woman's words made no sense at first. Ana was completely lost, not understanding anything. But the name Discordia hit her. Suddenly, the punkette realized. Of course, how stupid she was! She saw her name when she read a book on Mythology back in her Literature studies; her name was almost identical to the one in French, Discorde.
Before Ana could say anything to the woman who, she now realized, was in fact her Artemis damn mother, the goddess clasped a bracelet around her wrist, representing a golden apple. Normally, the French girl would had avoided physical contact and probably stood back, but she couldn't do anything, except watch as the biggest question she had asked herself was finally answered; who she actually was.

Even through she was still overwhelmed by the situation, she carefully listened to her mother's words about the powers of the bracelet. The fact that she was a daughter of Chaos and Strife made her panick. Was she a danger to Gabrielle? Was the fact she enjoyed destruction, disrupting order and being apart from society linked to her parentage? These questions would remain unanswered for now, it seemed; the goddess was probably busy or something, because she told him that "Elijah knew what he was doing".
The roman demigod was about to protest, to tell her that she couldn't just leave her there after just what seemed like an instant; she hadn't seen her ever before!
But Discordia left, her last words leaving a clear scar upon the punkette's mind. The goddess of Chaos just tol me I'm going to do great. That's... That's probably not good. Holy shit, Ana, this is bad! This is really really bad!
The golden apple above her head exploded into sparks. If she wasn't going through a stress crisis, Ana would probably had found it pretty, or just opulent. Her hands were moving erratically; her eyes searched for something to pass her overload of feelings onto; she had emptied herself minutes ago, but her claiming filled her once again with that worrying need to do something, be it violently destroying dummies or smashing things with a baseball bat. Unable to find anything to do, her body shivering, she realized something else.
Elijah... She repeated Discordia's words into her head, before she understood.
She looked up at the son of Discordia, tears forming in her eyes. Crying in front of someone was showing weakness, something the punkette was utterly terrified of; she didn't want anyone to see her weak. But Elijah did, now. The strong legionnary, always keeping her passively aggresive nature apparent, had just revealed herself to him, accidently showed him how deep the blade of feelings cut her. Slowly, her voice completely different than usual due to the tears starting to run down her cheeks, she spoke to him in French.
"Tu es mon frère."
Without any other word, Ana buried her face onto her brother's shoulder, crying, crying and crying, her body shaken with sobs. The claiming brought answers to her questions, but it also massively worried her.

And for the first time in her life, she had someone she could treat like family.
If she had been in her normal state, Ana would never had done that - ever. But she wasn't in her normal emotionnal state. She was going through a sudden emotionnal breakdown; and, weirdly, she found herself crying on the shoulder of that brother she never knew.
But hopefully, that last part would maybe change in the coming days...
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Re: My boot, your face // Elijah Emmanuel (PG-13)

Post by Elijah Emmanual-Wheelan on Sat Apr 16, 2016 10:56 am

Having been at camp for nearly four years now, Elijah had seen his fair share of...well, demigod stuff.  Claimings, fights, a start in the barracks before being bumped to Praetor...friends who came and went...who disappeared, as happened with leading the dangerous life of a half-blood.  There were people who the boy was grateful he'd never see again, and people he missed every day.  Friends lost, sisters lost...Elijah had never thought that this would be his life...on so many levels.  The current biggest question, as he saw a golden apple appear over Ana's head, was why Discordia always claimed his sisters with him right there.  It wasn't a bad thing...not at all!  In fact, the son of Discordia really liked it like that.  Children of Discordia were a unique bunch, and knowing there were others...well, Elijah wished he had had that when he was first claimed.  The boy remembered Lúth's claiming on the wall...Rory's in his own bedroom.  Now Ana...would she outlast the two's absent sisters?  Discordia siblings never seemed to last long.

Discordia was never the same...Elijah had been lucky to meet his mother more times than most demigods got to meet their parents.  The boy supposed it made sense that the Goddess was never the same.  She was chaos, after all.  It was reassuring in some ways...the small man couldn't imagine his mother being completely consistent.  For lack of a better word, that was.  Elijah figured the thing about Discordia was she knew that she always needed to manifest herself differently for every situation.  She was one way for Elijah's claiming, different for Lúth's, Rory's, Ana's...and even different the two times she had visited Elijah at camp.  Chaos was chaos, of course, and the embodiment of it was always unpredictable.  "Yo, Mater," Elijah said with a half smile.  "Right place, right time...totally not my fault," he chuckled.  His mother certainly had a point, though.  Funny how it always seemed to work out like that.

Elijah stood and watched Ana's claiming with a smile on his face.  This was her moment, after all.  Over the years, the boy had seen quite a few claimings...but he treasured seeing his sisters' claimings above all others.  He was pretty sure that made sense, but tried not to think about it too much.  It was what it was, and that was it.  Eventually the son of Discordia wouldn't be present for a sibling's claiming...or so he theorized.  Though he could always be wrong there.  Elijah shook out his head...not was definitely not the right time.

The Goddess took her leave in a way Elijah had seen every time- dramatic sparks and a mad cackle left on the wind.  The boy finally took the moment to look over at Ana.  The girl certainly looked overwhelmed...understandably, of course.  As wonderful as being claimed was, it was a lot to take in...to deal with in the moment.  Every demigod reacted differently, obviously, but most of them had the same look in their eyes.  At least, from what the son of Discordia had seen...and he had seen so much over the years.  Studying Ana a bit longer, the boy started getting a bit more concerned.  She had tears in her eyes...Elijah wasn't sure what that meant.  He had gotten the impression that his sister was not that type.  Perhaps she wasn't, and it was the circumstance and...well, everything that was happening.  Her words clarified a tiny bit...Tu es mon frère.  Frère...that was French for brother, right?  That made Elijah suspect he was the first family Ana had known.

When Ana started crying into his shoulder, Elijah was more than a little shocked.  But he understand a child of chaos's emotions, and Gods knew he had been in her position plenty of times.  Besides, what was family for?  Putting his arms around the girl, Elijah tried to stay calm and just be her brother.  He was there for her...friend, family, whatever it was that Ana had never had, that was why he was there.  "It's okay," he said soothingly.  He was in a bit of a strange physical position, as the girl was taller than him, but he rubbed her back comfortingly.  "You're not doing it alone anymore, Ana.  You have family now...you're not alone."

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Re: My boot, your face // Elijah Emmanuel (PG-13)

Post by Ana Larive on Sat Apr 16, 2016 12:15 pm

Ana was letting everything she held in herself, her pain, her sorrow and her Chaos out; she would never admit it, but she had always needed a shoulder to cry on, a family, a sibling; despite her lone wolf personnality, it ended up worsening her condition. The daughter of Discordia's body kept uncontrollably shaking, tears rolling off from her eyes and down her cheeks before reaching her brother's shoulder, her mind wandered off.
She remembered an event that occured a year ago, but one that marked her forever. It was just as if she was living this moment a second time; the romani felt like she was observing the scene unfolding before her eyes from an outer perspective. Whoever she was, in the air, omniscient or whatever, she now saw herself (well, her own self from a year ago, but she hardly changed physically) walking out of a group of screaming people.
Police officers were aggresively pointing their batons at the crowd,yelling to them in German, equipped with full riot gear; two of the officers were equipped with launchers to dispatch the crowd with tear gas canisters. Ana saw her memory self smirking and throwing a glass bottle at one of them; she could see the projectile hitting the man right in the head; and even if the impact was minor thanks to his helmet, all turned to chaos.
Protesters around her rushed forward, taken by some sort of frenzy, baseball bats in hands, scarfs over their faces; on the other side, the forces of order engaged the crowd of enthusiastic punks, using their tear gas and batons; from her point of view, Ana now realised that this mass of disorderlied flesh, this tide of people fighting, pillaging the nearby stores, proceeding to arrests, would had not been so violent if it wasn't for her.
And, just like that, she could see herself realising what happenned and making her way out of the mess she had caused, dodging blows the best she could, punching her way out of the crowd. The protest was peaceful at first (well, as peaceful as angry punks can get), but now that she saw it from a new perspective, she realised how it was also her fault.

The punkette came back to the present, her whole body feeling weak from crying, her mind even more troubled from the memory; she was a danger to others. As a demigod, her powers were about causing chaos and havoc; something that suited her, but also scared her. But, in all this darkness and chaos, the soothing voice of Elijah calmed her slightly. Yes... I no longer had to take that path alone.
Ana left her brother's embrace reluctantly. It felt odd, and weird, and yet... good. She wasn't the type to cry, and even less when people were present - But maybe, maybe things were about to change; after all, Camp Jupiter marked a new beginning in her life, on so many levels...
"M-Merci."
Saying thanks to someone always hurt her toungue; she often made a point out of having no debt for anyone, and counting on nobody. It was almost worrying, how she already felt in debt with two people; Elijah, her brother, and Gabrielle, well... Gabby, the girl she was madly in love with.
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Post by Elijah Emmanual-Wheelan on Thu Apr 21, 2016 4:40 pm

Discordia kids were...unpredictable at best.  Having been close with his sisters, and even on good terms with their Greek counterparts had made Elijah aware of that much.  Right, so, the boy hadn't been expecting a claiming that morning...let alone a sister claimed.  But when were claimings ever expected?  But added to the claiming was the part of Ana clinging to the small man crying.  Elijah didn't mind, not at all.  He had been there for many others in the past...and had also been the one clinging and crying many, many times.  It meant the world, especially if there had never been anyone else in one's life.  The son of Discordia would never forget his first time letting out all those emotions...it was a wonder River stayed around after that.  And really, that she remained Elijah's best friend.  The way he saw it.

What exactly could Elijah do for Ana, though?  Sure, she was his sister, but the fact of the matter was that they were total strangers.  The actual sibling thing would come in time, but something had to happen right now.  Something other than Elijah holding his sister?  Maybe, maybe not.  The man was sure that that was a first for her.  Children of Discordia seemed to have some sort of...social block around them.  No relationships seemed to work as well as they should, or as they did for most people.  Elijah was proud to say he had worked hard on that, and had come a long way.  For someone who had never even had a casual acquaintance before camp, the small man knew it was a major accomplishment to be where he was.  He had friends- including a best friend he was completely balanced with, and of course, a fiancé.  Jack needed the son of Discordia just as much as the man needed him.  Two sisters had come and gone, but the small man had had a good relationship with both of them.  It was an ongoing process, but Elijah's progress had been extreme.

So he sort of understood where Ana was.  It was definitely all overwhelming at first...there was absolutely no denying that one.  But it all meant...well, it meant she knew she had someone from the very start.  Perhaps it was by chance that the girl was claimed in front of Elijah, but perhaps it wasn't.  One could say all they wanted about Discordia, but she looked out for her children...in her own unique way.  "This had to be more than chance," the boy finally admitted, half to himself and half to his new sister.  Even though the lead up had been in his head, Elijah was pretty sure Ana would understand on one level or another.  If she even heard...or processed.  The girl was still a bit hysterical, though she seemed to be calming down some.  That was a tiny bit of a relief...the son of Discordia didn't mind it, but the two had so much to talk about.  The small man was over the moon that he had gained a new sister.  It had only been a few minutes, but Elijah wanted to know everything.

As Ana pulled away, Elijah gave her a reassuring smile.  "A bit better now?" his smile grew warmer.  The last thing the boy needed was for his sister to think he was cold, or didn't want to hold her when she clearly needed it.  Like most people, he could be a jerk at times...probably even more so than most people.  But now was not one of those times.  "Not that I'm going anywhere...whatever you need, Ana.  Now, or whenever," Elijah wanted the girl to know he was always available for her.  And if he couldn't be there immediately, he would always go to her as soon as he could...because that was family.  Over the years, the small man had learned a lot about family...one didn't have to share a parent to be family...but there was still something special about biological relation.

Leading Ana over to the seats that circled the arena, Elijah sat, and patted the seat beside him.  "We just need to talk," he said softly.  "Learn about each other...start building," at the moment, that was the most important thing for the son of Discordia.  Although he had gone to the arena to fight out his frustrations, and get some self time, things had changed too much in such a short amount of time.  Talking to Ana was much more important to Elijah than pulling out his daggers.  He certainly hoped his sister felt the same.

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Re: My boot, your face // Elijah Emmanuel (PG-13)

Post by Ana Larive on Sun May 01, 2016 8:56 am

Ana followed the other son of Discordia to the seats who formed a circle around the Arena (which she did not notice in her rage, focusing only on destroying everything around her), barely able to walk. As soon as she sat down, she buried her face into her hands, trying to regain at least a bit of composure.
How could she hope to talk with her brother right now? She was in no state to be around anyone, and she always had been reluctant to talk about herself. It was a desire to remain unknown, to have nobody able to strike her due to them having no idea who she was and what she wanted. Loneliness constantly stabbed her like a thousands knives, but it was also a way for her to hide from the world's harshness and let herself write, read, draw and listen to music in peace.
Slightly reassured by the praetor's warm smile and his kind words, the punkette raised her head up from her hands, watching in the distance wordlessly at first, before turning around, staring into Elijah's blue eyes, trying desperatly to see if him comforting her was a genuine action, but she couldn't tell, and so, she slowly opened her mouth, still on the verge of tears, hoping that he was as trustworthy as he looked as she started to speak slowly.
"What do you want to know, Elijah? If it's my past, all you gotta know is that I don't belong here. I don't belong anywhere. I've been wandering around Europe for years to try and find my place, and I never did. And at least, I was free back then. All ended with your oh-so revered wolf Lupa sending me to America to this... camp. I don't fit in here, even less on the roman side of things. You guys are all about order, hell, you even have ranks, a hierarchy. This is part of why I didn't... I didn't try to talk to you before, even if you looked so... similar. Nobody ever wanted me to stay anywhere, I never felt the feeling of well-being the others here speak about, saying they found their home, an I never will."

Assholes. How can we just let a bunch of immortal scum get away with giving us... this. Nobody can wish to have a life like this, nobody can wish to be in danger every second of their life, targeted by monsters. Not that I mind. I am a weapon, a tool of destruction and chaos. But we are the subjects, the childs of gods who can't even deal with the consequences of them having childs. But they will bleed out. They will cry out as a thousand blades are stuck in their back. They will be shattered when they get struck by their own spawn, they'll understand that they should never had cast us aside because of an idiotic rule."
The french girl clenched her fists, her sadness slowly being replaced with anger. In the end, she was always angry, all the time. Rage constantly fueled her, in the end. As much as she wanted peace, all she got was war, war against society, war against macho guys, war against herself. She wasn't just angry because her mother didn't even explain anything to her. She was angry because of how she lacked the guts to tell Gabrielle her feelings, because of how she couldn't control herself, but most of all, because she felt like she was damned, and would never be in peace.
"I don't even know why I'm here. I just want to be at peace with myself, Elijah. That's all I ever asked for."
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Re: My boot, your face // Elijah Emmanuel (PG-13)

Post by Elijah Emmanual-Wheelan on Wed May 18, 2016 8:37 pm

It wasn't difficult for Elijah to have a good idea what was going on with his sister.  First of all, he knew children of Discordia...through living with himself, and having had sisters in the past.  The other thing was that Ana's attitude reminded the small man quite a bit of Lúth's.  What exactly was it with daughters of Discordia?  Of course, in all fairness, Elijah had never known a brother.  Not that gender and all that really mattered...Elijah figured a Discordian was a Discordian.  As different as they all were, and they definitely were all different, they all embodied chaos.  And in the boy's experience, they often fed off each other...something he'd seen get ugly.  But that was just the nature of children of chaos.

As Ana started speaking, Elijah figured he should have expected the evasiveness.  He could already tell she was that type.  "You don't have to share," the boy said assuringly.  Just because he had learned to express himself didn't mean everyone was in that place.  It was a constant reminder, really.  Gods knew it had taken the son of Discordia quite a bit of time to reach that point himself.  "I just figured..." he shrugged.  "It makes a difference sometimes," but Elijah definitely didn't want to push his sister.  The more Ana spoke, the more the Praetor was reminded of Lúth...something that concerned the boy slightly.  His long gone sister hadn't had it easy with her beliefs and behaviors.  And after all of that, Elijah didn't want to see another sister in the same type of position.  Lúth's story had been a tragic one...and the boy didn't want a repeat.  He'd do whatever he could do make sure that never happened again.

It wasn't the time to bring that up.  Elijah didn't want to see Ana fall into some sort of self-fulfilling prophecy.  "You'll find that some of us aren't super Roman anyway," Elijah gave a half smile.  "Wait until you meet my fiancé...he's about as un-Roman as they come," it was a little unfair to make blanket statements about a group as diverse as the Romans currently at Camp Jupiter 2.0 anyway.  Even Elijah, one of the highest up leaders of camp, wasn't very stereotypically Roman.  "Fitting in is pretty psychological, Ana," the small man had his share of blunt moments...possibly something he had partially picked up from River.  "It doesn't have to be all black and white," in some ways, the son of Discordia didn't think his words would change much in his sister's mind.  She seemed pretty stubborn.  But then again...maybe it was just what she needed.

"Don't pass judgement too quickly," Elijah said, eyebrow raised.  He had heard these words from various people over the years.  Hell, he had very much felt on the outside too...before he met River and got acclimated, of course.  "You haven't been here very long.  Things change...and this..." Elijah trailed off, motioning at the two of them, in a way he hoped came across as siblings.  "This could be the start of change.  Just...promise me you'll keep an open mind," the small man hadn't felt like the wise older brother in...awhile.  Yes, he had been a 'big brother' to many in the past, but not actual siblings.  Lúth and Rory had both been older than him.  The son of Discordia was pretty sure Ana was younger.  "You're finding your place...and you'll be meeting more people through me," Elijah wanted his new sister to at least be okay with things.  He was sure a good network of support would help in...some way.  From his own experience, things changed completely once one had people around them.  Of course, it did no good if a person wasn't willing.  River and Ana would probably clash...maybe they should hold off on that one.  But Jack was personable...the whole Venus kid thing.  Of course, it probably wasn't the time or place to be thinking about this.  Let Ana adjust to having a brother.  She'd meet everyone in his life in due time.

Elijah crossed his arms over his chest as he felt a shift in Ana's mood.  It felt like she was radiating...and it didn't really effect him, but he was pretty sure he could feel it.  But she would have no idea what that was.  "I think you're radiating, Ana.  It something children of Discordia do...and need to master some control over.  Trust me," the boy had been in many situations where his radiating led to really bad things.  "There's no guarantee you'll ever feel at peace with yourself...but there's probably more of a chance you will if you put some effort into it.  Playing the victim doesn't do a ton of good," Elijah didn't mean to be harsh, but he wasn't necessarily the coddling type.  At least, but in a situation like this.  It was like all the times he had to get frank with Lúth.  Hopefully Ana wouldn't get as stubborn about it.  The boy wasn't holding out much hope, from what he had seen.  Either way, this was a game changer.  Lúth and Rory had disappeared a long while ago...here was another shot to get the sibling thing right.

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Re: My boot, your face // Elijah Emmanuel (PG-13)

Post by Ana Larive on Thu May 19, 2016 12:01 pm

"What do you mean I don't have to share?"
Ana was puzzled at the statement. Did Elijah meant the fact she only told him the quick version of her life? The rest wasn't interesting. It was just her being lonely and having no goal in life, ever. And speaking about it would just be acting like a crybaby, which was unacceptable.
She stoon started to feel awkward. As much as Elijah wanted to help her, she was not pleased with the fact he looked like he was examinating her by her behavior and by what she said. The praetor didn't look like he judged from first impression, but she couldn't be too careful; she had started to give him her trust, but that didn't mean she should lower her guard completely.

However, despite her slight fear of having false hopes, a timid smile cracked on her face at her brother's comment. She hardly imaginated the petite man as being a romantic, so learning he had a fiancé was a surprise. "I may be putting everyone in the same bag,", said the daughter of Discordia Sejungus as she looked into Elijah's eyes, "But honestly, that's the general idea behind our whole roman thing. Then again, I'm a punk, I hardly let go of my beliefs." While saying that, the girl pulled out an arrow she had been keeping, and she started to "play" with it, spinning it around. Obviously, even in such an important turn in her life, her ADHD acted, and she had to do something. The blue-haired girl lazily pulled out her bow, engaged the arrow, and shot it in one of the remaining dummie's head, a satisfied smile coming to her lips as it sinked into the training dummy. She had grown to be quite a good shot, the bow feeling like the natural extension of her hand, a trusty ally.
"I know that", said the young woman harsher than she originally intended. "There's no good side, no good thing to do, it's just all neutral. Our choices and our way of living makes us what we are, one way or another.
She slung her bow on her back once again, stretching her arms and grabbing her sketchbok, flipping through the pages with ease before she stopped onto one drawing and showed it to the other Romani. It showed one of her many stars of Chaos, a subject she was extremely found of.

Soon, her anger directed to the gods shifted partilly onto Elijah, before she realized how stupid that was. Why couldnt' she control her emotions? It was a recurrent problem with her, something she used to be ashamed of, but she accepted it as a part of her in the end, knowing it probably wasn't possible to get rid of this problem anyway. But the word used by Elijah, was really confusing her. "Radiating? What do you mean by that?" Things were staring to sound really freaky now, and the French punk really started to feel worried about her powers and herself.
She did not answer to the small man's last sentence. The punkette heard enough of that shit already, and didn't want to hear it ever again, while knowing fully some random person would just tell her something of that taste soon anyway.Sighing, she unsheated her Imperial Gold combat knife and stared into the blade, seeing the reflection of her eyes looking at her. "I don't make promises. Never ever. But I'll try." That was a lie. She promised to Julie, the dead girl from her dreams, to look out after Gabrielle.
And Ana didn't just promise it; she swore it on the river Styx.
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Re: My boot, your face // Elijah Emmanuel (PG-13)

Post by Elijah Emmanual-Wheelan on Tue Jun 07, 2016 7:28 pm

This was all going to be a lot more difficult than Elijah imagined.  Dammit, there was no getting off easy when it came to daughters of Discordia...in all fairness, the boy should know that by now.  "I mean...technically we're still strangers.  It's...too soon for all of it," the boy knew he could be overwhelming like that at times.  He wanted to know...to start building a relationship.  But most people definitely weren't like that.  "I'm sorry if I seemed sort of...pushy," these things were always different.  Rory and Elijah had already been friends when she was claimed.  With Lúth, they had to build on nothing- just like the small man would have to do with Ana.  Of course, it was reassuring that the son of Discordia maintained good relationships with his sisters.  Even with Lúth, no matter how dysfunctional that one was on the surface.

It was obvious to Elijah that he and his new sister were going to have a very interesting relationship dynamic.  Yes, Discordians always did, but the boy was slightly nervous about this one.  Because Ana really did remind him of Lúth...and it still hurt the boy when he thought of his sister who had just...disappeared.  He didn't want to go through more pain like that.  "The Legion is actually quite diverse," Elijah shrugged.  "We all have a place, sure, but we're all individuals, too," it was something the small man had learned over the years.  Even though he was a Praetor, he was definitely a character in and of himself.  Lots of people assumed the Roman Legion was strictly a well oiled machine...and it was, but that didn't mean that those who made it up lacked individuality.  "You just have to look around.  Talk to people.  Don't make assumptions.  I guarantee you...you will be pleasantly surprised."

Elijah sort of hated to be that way, but sometimes it was necessary.  He hated when people sounded intolerant...close minded...especially someone who pretty much put on that face.  The small man knew...he had spent a year with purple hair.  That whole time, part of him wanted people to challenge him so he could mouth off a bit.  The son of Discordia spent at least half an hour on makeup every morning.  A Praetor, yes.  A rebel...also yes.  "None of us are just one thing.  Our choices shape us...but so does a balance of good and evil.  Neutrality is an absurdity," philosophical conversations were great...though in Elijah's experience, a bit dangerous when it was between two Discordia kids.  And really, the Praetor wanted to open his sister's eyes some.  That attitude wasn't necessarily healthy...or productive when it came to being a Roman demigod.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Elijah gave Ana a half smile.  "Radiating," he chuckled.  "It's pretty much the most frustrating, pointless 'power' ever.  When we get emotional, it sort of...brings out the chaos inside of us.  We start radiating chaos, which can drive those it hits pretty insane," the boy had seen lots of reactions to his radiating.  None had been too pretty.  "It's hard to control...but you'll get there," at this point, the son of Discordia had gotten good at keeping his radiating at bay...most of the time, anyway.  But it had definitely taken a long time to get there.  "I imagine it'll be easier to work on it when you have someone with a good grasp on it to help," yes, Elijah thought that was a definite advantage.  He certainly hoped that Ana felt the same.  He had certainly wished he had someone to work with him when he was first claimed.  Especially given the nature of Discordia kid powers.  Chaos was very hard to control.  Elijah had had quite a few disasters when he was getting started.

"There's no use trying to be the long wolf when you're not alone," Elijah chuckled.  He knew he had to be careful with all this...he could pretty much tell what kind of person Ana was.  And he was very sure he could be there in her lie...to help and be...a brother.  And a friend?  All of it.  And thinking back to Discordia's appearance earlier, their mother obviously knew Elijah could be there for his sister as well.  It was going to work out.  "I'm here for that, anyway.  And trust me...once I'm in your life, you can never shake me away."

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Re: My boot, your face // Elijah Emmanuel (PG-13)

Post by Ana Larive on Thu Jun 16, 2016 5:16 pm

Ana knew that Elijah genuinely tried to help her, but even if she was getting a good vibe from him, she soon found it harder and harder to keep up. He was going way too fast with things. At least he was conscious he was being ''pushy''. The punkette decided not to tell him she would had probably punched him in the face already if he hadn't been her brother and hadn't actually tried to help her, something almost nobody ever attempted to do. Instead, she fooled around with her butterfly knife, casually making advanced tricks with it as a way to let out her need to do something caused by her ADHD. As the Praetor continued to speak however, she placed the tip of the blade onto her index, holding the knife in place with outstanding agility ; just one slip and the blade would actually stab through her finger. Because why make celestial bronze harmless to mortal AND demigods when you can bring yet another hazards to half-blood?
''I only believe what I see'', said the blue-haired girl more harshly than she originally intended. ''and so far, I've seen nothing that fits what you say around here. I'm not saying you – well, we, since I'm apparently a part of the group, like it or not – are all the same. Nobody can be the same as another person. That's madness. But my point stands ; I'm not a Romani. Not in the soul, at least. I mean, there's organisation here, everything works like we're some sort of machine were all of us are wires of whatever. Except I'm not. I smashed up things and people for fun, I enjoyed wrecking stuff to satisfy myself. Hence why I don't belong here.''

Ana then took her knife back with a swift movement of her hand, fiddling with it absently as she remembered the surge of satisfaction when she tagged a wall in Berlin, when she started a riot in Paris, when she initiated a bar fight in Athens, and so on. The same feeling went through her during all of these moments : a primal satisfaction, a happyness that nothing could hope to match back then. But of course, she had to get a monster on her arse and travel to the United States – all of that, just to learn that her mother was the goddess of, well, chaos. Oh, and the fact that she would have to learn to fight because she would live in eternal danger thanks to the fact she was a demigod. Not cool.
But her train of thoughts stopped as her mind registered something that enraged her. The son of Discordia, her brother, just said that neutrality is an absurdity.
Glaring at him like if her eyes were going to shoot lightning and melt him to dust, she realized she had stopped playing tricks with her butterfly knife single-handedly ; she was now pointing it at him. ''How is neutrality an absurdity?''
She tried, really. No stabbing, no killing, and no showing a bad impression to her newly discovered brother. But hey, who could blame her ? She was neutrality ! Never taking sides, always doing her own thing, and being her own master. Ana wasn't just the embodiment of a rebel, she fought on everyday to stay neutral. And now, her own brother was just... denying her very existence ? Her very way of life ?!
With a colossal effort, she ''closed'' her knife back again and hung it on her neckband, the celestial bronze standing out on her black T-Shirt. Holy Artemis, did he piss her off.
However, she had to let go of her fit of anger as the Praetor of her cohort mentionned a weird term. Radiating.
Instantly, she felt worried again. So even her emotions were going to threaten the few people she cared about. What if she got upset while being near Gabrielle ? What if it made the situation worse?
Oh, gods, did she hate her mother right now.
Deciding not to let her anger take control and make her throw a particulary acid comment to her brother, the punkette simply shrugged as Elijah talked about the fact she ''didn't need to be a lone wolf''. Unable to stop herself, Ana looked at him straightly in the eyes, trying to dive in his soul and get her message across. ''I'm a lone wolf because I want to. Not because I need to. Got it?''
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