After the Fall ((Ronnie Riley))
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After the Fall ((Ronnie Riley))
by Izzy Abney Mon Oct 12, 2015 3:17 pm
In the month and a half that Izzy had been at Camp Jupiter 2.0, a lot had changed. The sullen loner was trying to deal with all those changes the best that he could. And he was doing decently...he had managed to hold his own with a couple of random run ins with people, and was even making a friend in Violet, a lovely girl in the Fourth Cohort with him. Despite all this, there were still a lot of moments where Izzy felt alone...different from his fellow demigods. He was pretty sure that part was all in his head. The boy had always felt different from his peers in general, and it was still sort of a feeling he had to shake off. As had always been the case, the boy kept his distance, remaining closed off from others around him. Violet had reminded the boy of the only best friend he had ever known, which was why he had approached her in the first place. And although Izzy thoroughly enjoyed spending time with her, it took a lot out of him...and sometimes he really just needed self time. He'd wander around camp, or work on his Latin, or just zone out in the barrack. It depended on his mood, of course...but Izzy always made it work.
It was a beautiful day out, which meant everyone was outside and Izzy had the Fourth Cohort barrack to himself. Which was definitely what the boy wanted right then. He liked the peace and quiet along with the safety of the barrack. Sometimes, the whole 'nature' thing was a bit overwhelming for the city boy. Being indoors was just a temporary fix for avoiding a world the boy still didn't understand. He wasn't necessarily depressed at the moment...just very pensive. There was so much to process...and it was one of those days where Izzy didn't know where to begin. His thoughts were sort of dark...border lining on the depression he was fighting against so hard. Especially these moments when he started thinking too much. Because it was easy to fall into that...the boy missed busy London...his family's small but cozy flat...his mum and dad...so far, Izzy didn't even know his role at camp. It seemed like everyone fit somehow...or the people that the boy had encountered so far. And Izzy still felt like...an outcast.
Sooner or later, Izzy would come to terms with it all...he would figure out the part he played in the scheme of things. It was a sort of blind faith the boy needed to have...besides, camp, and all it's nuances, had been quite kind to the boy so far. He couldn't deny that...though it was a little hard to admit to. In some ways, Izzy felt like it would be easier to start off hating things...but he couldn't bring himself to hate...well...any of it. It was a big adjustment, but the boy really did like things. Even the depression, which haunted him so in the mortal world, wasn't as bad these days. That was something the boy was very grateful for. At least most of his alone time wasn't melancholy moping. It was just thoughts.
As Izzy was staring blankly at a Latin book, the door to the barrack opened. Curiously, Izzy sat up in his bunk, trying to see who had come in. It was a girl who Izzy knew by sight, though not by name. She was kind of hard to miss with her brightly colored hair and unique style. The boy bet she would be a cool person to get to know, though he didn't necessarily feel up to taking the first step. He wasn't comfortable with that...even though it had worked out fine with Violet, it couldn't possibly work out all of the time. This time could be the time Izzy's luck ran out. Besides, a camper who had been around longer probably wanted nothing to do with a new boy. "You're a bloody moron," Izzy muttered to himself...not that it really mattered, since no amount of scolding himself would get him to say hello to the girl. It was one of those things what the boy just...didn't have in him. Maybe at some point...when Izzy was more acclimated to this all. He could keep developing his social skills with Violet...and maybe be ready for more in the near future.
Izzy thought he was being sneaky, but the girl turned and he was pretty sure she caught him looking. Hesitantly, the boy raised his hand in an awkward wave. Well, of all the rotten luck. It wasn't even like Izzy could go back to ignoring everything around him...if the girl had definitely seen him, it would be so rude to go back into metaphorical hiding. And the boy's parents had always drilled manners into the boy's head. However, at this point, Izzy figured the girl could make the first move...if she had actually seen him at all. He'd give it a couple of minutes...and "vanish" again...if he was that lucky.
It was a beautiful day out, which meant everyone was outside and Izzy had the Fourth Cohort barrack to himself. Which was definitely what the boy wanted right then. He liked the peace and quiet along with the safety of the barrack. Sometimes, the whole 'nature' thing was a bit overwhelming for the city boy. Being indoors was just a temporary fix for avoiding a world the boy still didn't understand. He wasn't necessarily depressed at the moment...just very pensive. There was so much to process...and it was one of those days where Izzy didn't know where to begin. His thoughts were sort of dark...border lining on the depression he was fighting against so hard. Especially these moments when he started thinking too much. Because it was easy to fall into that...the boy missed busy London...his family's small but cozy flat...his mum and dad...so far, Izzy didn't even know his role at camp. It seemed like everyone fit somehow...or the people that the boy had encountered so far. And Izzy still felt like...an outcast.
Sooner or later, Izzy would come to terms with it all...he would figure out the part he played in the scheme of things. It was a sort of blind faith the boy needed to have...besides, camp, and all it's nuances, had been quite kind to the boy so far. He couldn't deny that...though it was a little hard to admit to. In some ways, Izzy felt like it would be easier to start off hating things...but he couldn't bring himself to hate...well...any of it. It was a big adjustment, but the boy really did like things. Even the depression, which haunted him so in the mortal world, wasn't as bad these days. That was something the boy was very grateful for. At least most of his alone time wasn't melancholy moping. It was just thoughts.
As Izzy was staring blankly at a Latin book, the door to the barrack opened. Curiously, Izzy sat up in his bunk, trying to see who had come in. It was a girl who Izzy knew by sight, though not by name. She was kind of hard to miss with her brightly colored hair and unique style. The boy bet she would be a cool person to get to know, though he didn't necessarily feel up to taking the first step. He wasn't comfortable with that...even though it had worked out fine with Violet, it couldn't possibly work out all of the time. This time could be the time Izzy's luck ran out. Besides, a camper who had been around longer probably wanted nothing to do with a new boy. "You're a bloody moron," Izzy muttered to himself...not that it really mattered, since no amount of scolding himself would get him to say hello to the girl. It was one of those things what the boy just...didn't have in him. Maybe at some point...when Izzy was more acclimated to this all. He could keep developing his social skills with Violet...and maybe be ready for more in the near future.
Izzy thought he was being sneaky, but the girl turned and he was pretty sure she caught him looking. Hesitantly, the boy raised his hand in an awkward wave. Well, of all the rotten luck. It wasn't even like Izzy could go back to ignoring everything around him...if the girl had definitely seen him, it would be so rude to go back into metaphorical hiding. And the boy's parents had always drilled manners into the boy's head. However, at this point, Izzy figured the girl could make the first move...if she had actually seen him at all. He'd give it a couple of minutes...and "vanish" again...if he was that lucky.
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Re: After the Fall ((Ronnie Riley))
by Ronnie Riley Sat Oct 24, 2015 12:16 am
The bike between Veronica Riley’s legs rumbled to a stop. The teen’s eyes were wide, reflecting the last remaining hint of substance in her body. As she took the helmet off her head, Ronnie caught a hint of the cigarette smoke in her long hair. The bright-haired demigod eagerly anticipated a shower, but she couldn’t help but wonder if that would even be able to wash the scent from her hands. It was hard enough for her not to smoke at camp, that whenever she left to visit her brothers, the daughter of Janus found herself easily over-indulging—reaching astounding rates of at least a pack a night. Though the man who raised her was loaded and she knew she could take money from him as she pleased, her own supply from her modeling days was dwindling, and she wanted money that was hers… that she worked for.
Not for the first time in the past day, Ronnie wondered why she was still here, at camp. It seemed that ever since she had become Augur, her life had ended. No one knew her name in Manhattan, while she had previously grown accustomed to the sideways glances in the subways. The daughter of Janus, already coming home once a month, was considering picking up a few more gigs, but her body was too muscular now for how they wanted to capture it. No more did she look like the soft strait skinny white girl you see in the magazines. To be frank, Ronnie didn’t care either way , she just wanted the money. Training had become too much of her life to give it up though… and if she was truly considering leaving, she knew the world had a lot more to offer. She put herself at risk every time she left. In fact, she didn’t know how to leave without coming home like this, in the middle of the night, and she was sure that the state she was in would make the monster attacks that much more dangerous.
However, this time she had managed to come home with the sun high in the sky. Motorcycle parked and locked, Ronnie almost sprinted back; she hadn’t realized what the time was. Even though Ronnie was spontaneous and indulgent, she hardly missed her duties anymore. Fondly, she thought of when it all used to be a game to her. Where had that girl gone? That person, that part of her, that girl, gave her life. Now, not even the stone-cut muscles of Scar seemed to ignite that fire that resided within her.
How clique, Ronnie.
“Cute.”
Bah.
Head held high, Ronnie strayed back into the Camp’s familiar boarders. As much as the word tasted foul on her tongue, Ronnie was home. Some people were still in bed but most were out and about. It felt like Ronnie saw new faces every day, but she recognized many. A few people had the audacity to wave at her. At the most, Ronnie would nod back, never coming close enough for someone to catch the smell of her or see the red lines veining lightly her sleep deprived eyes. The Augur mainly kept to herself. There were a handful of people that considered Ronnie a friend, but regardless, she had a high profile here and people respected her for her fierceness on the battlefield. The most time Ronnie spent with anyone was a current lover. Scar, at the moment. He was so innocent, so sweet. The daughter of Janus thought of him fondly, but it was rare to think of anyone for as long as she did then. Thinking of him carried her all the way back to the barrack and followed her into the shower. If she didn’t have to pull herself back together and work on her neglected duties, she would have liked to see him.
The bright-haired demigod knew that she lingered in the shower for longer than she should but she was, nevertheless, pleasantly surprised to find that she was much more “with it”, so to speak, when she had finished dressing herself than she had been pre-shower. By now she was certain everyone would be out and about, so she was shocked to find a boy still in their cohort. Had he been there when she entered the first time to grab clothes and drop off her reeking backpack and riding clothes? Whenever Ronnie didn’t sleep she had a tendency to see the world in black and white. In general, she was extremely observant, so this notion of missing him before left her blinking, in front of her bed, hoping that if she blinked enough it would provide her with the sleep she missed from the previous night.
Coffee.
She needed black coffee. In her system. Now.
The boy waved at her. Oh she was probably staring, wasn’t she? An eye roll came on, and Ronnie wasn’t quite sure if she was able to restrain it or not. People had emotions and stuff; it was always such a struggle for her to remember that. Right—so, she waved back. The Augur crossed to her coffee maker and her hands automatically prepared herself a new pot. Before pouring the grounds, Ronnie turned to the new camper in a fairly successful attempt at politeness, and asked, ”hey, would you like any coffee? I could throw you on some tea too, if you’d like some.”
Usually Ronnie wouldn’t even consider offering her precious coffee… which might as well be her nectar… but seeing as the camper was the only other person in the barrack, Ronnie saw no harm. Perhaps it would do well to make the situation a little less awkward. ”I’m Ronnie by the way. I guess we kinda live together now. How long ya been here?”
The Augur kept strange hours, often staying with Scar somewhere, or sleeping in the library. She camped a lot during the summer when she was with Lauren… they would set up tapestries and stay up all night skinny dipping and looking at the stars. Those were the days. Even if the camper had been there for months now, Ronnie had probably only seen him at weird times like this, in the middle of the day. Ronnie liked to go in when she knew she would be alone.
Not for the first time in the past day, Ronnie wondered why she was still here, at camp. It seemed that ever since she had become Augur, her life had ended. No one knew her name in Manhattan, while she had previously grown accustomed to the sideways glances in the subways. The daughter of Janus, already coming home once a month, was considering picking up a few more gigs, but her body was too muscular now for how they wanted to capture it. No more did she look like the soft strait skinny white girl you see in the magazines. To be frank, Ronnie didn’t care either way , she just wanted the money. Training had become too much of her life to give it up though… and if she was truly considering leaving, she knew the world had a lot more to offer. She put herself at risk every time she left. In fact, she didn’t know how to leave without coming home like this, in the middle of the night, and she was sure that the state she was in would make the monster attacks that much more dangerous.
However, this time she had managed to come home with the sun high in the sky. Motorcycle parked and locked, Ronnie almost sprinted back; she hadn’t realized what the time was. Even though Ronnie was spontaneous and indulgent, she hardly missed her duties anymore. Fondly, she thought of when it all used to be a game to her. Where had that girl gone? That person, that part of her, that girl, gave her life. Now, not even the stone-cut muscles of Scar seemed to ignite that fire that resided within her.
How clique, Ronnie.
“Cute.”
Bah.
Head held high, Ronnie strayed back into the Camp’s familiar boarders. As much as the word tasted foul on her tongue, Ronnie was home. Some people were still in bed but most were out and about. It felt like Ronnie saw new faces every day, but she recognized many. A few people had the audacity to wave at her. At the most, Ronnie would nod back, never coming close enough for someone to catch the smell of her or see the red lines veining lightly her sleep deprived eyes. The Augur mainly kept to herself. There were a handful of people that considered Ronnie a friend, but regardless, she had a high profile here and people respected her for her fierceness on the battlefield. The most time Ronnie spent with anyone was a current lover. Scar, at the moment. He was so innocent, so sweet. The daughter of Janus thought of him fondly, but it was rare to think of anyone for as long as she did then. Thinking of him carried her all the way back to the barrack and followed her into the shower. If she didn’t have to pull herself back together and work on her neglected duties, she would have liked to see him.
The bright-haired demigod knew that she lingered in the shower for longer than she should but she was, nevertheless, pleasantly surprised to find that she was much more “with it”, so to speak, when she had finished dressing herself than she had been pre-shower. By now she was certain everyone would be out and about, so she was shocked to find a boy still in their cohort. Had he been there when she entered the first time to grab clothes and drop off her reeking backpack and riding clothes? Whenever Ronnie didn’t sleep she had a tendency to see the world in black and white. In general, she was extremely observant, so this notion of missing him before left her blinking, in front of her bed, hoping that if she blinked enough it would provide her with the sleep she missed from the previous night.
Coffee.
She needed black coffee. In her system. Now.
The boy waved at her. Oh she was probably staring, wasn’t she? An eye roll came on, and Ronnie wasn’t quite sure if she was able to restrain it or not. People had emotions and stuff; it was always such a struggle for her to remember that. Right—so, she waved back. The Augur crossed to her coffee maker and her hands automatically prepared herself a new pot. Before pouring the grounds, Ronnie turned to the new camper in a fairly successful attempt at politeness, and asked, ”hey, would you like any coffee? I could throw you on some tea too, if you’d like some.”
Usually Ronnie wouldn’t even consider offering her precious coffee… which might as well be her nectar… but seeing as the camper was the only other person in the barrack, Ronnie saw no harm. Perhaps it would do well to make the situation a little less awkward. ”I’m Ronnie by the way. I guess we kinda live together now. How long ya been here?”
The Augur kept strange hours, often staying with Scar somewhere, or sleeping in the library. She camped a lot during the summer when she was with Lauren… they would set up tapestries and stay up all night skinny dipping and looking at the stars. Those were the days. Even if the camper had been there for months now, Ronnie had probably only seen him at weird times like this, in the middle of the day. Ronnie liked to go in when she knew she would be alone.
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Re: After the Fall ((Ronnie Riley))
by Izzy Abney Tue Nov 03, 2015 3:19 pm
The more Izzy thought about it, the more he was coming to realize that he was finding his way around Camp Jupiter 2.0 rather well. Especially given the type of person he was...or at least how he had always perceived himself to be. There had always been so many questions in the boy's life, and so few answers. Being at camp was sort of...a question and an answer all at once. Or multiple questions and multiple answers. Oh hell, there was no more or less than there had been in the mortal world, but the boy just figured they were different questions and answers. As if he had been asking the wrong questions all along. Some of the wrong questions? Gods, the thoughts were making Izzy's head spin. These...deeply philosophical moments would be the death of him. It wasn't that he wanted all this, just that it was the sort of thing that popped into his head and he had a hard time shaking it out. In all honesty, it was how the boy had always been...some things never changed, even if he was finally asking the right questions. It was just a matter of where to go from there.
There really was a lot, demigod related, though. Learning how to use weapons, something that Izzy was still pretty clumsy with, but getting better. There was learning Latin, something he was a bit better at than weapons, since his mum had already taught him some, and it came pretty naturally. From what he heard, that was a Roman demigod thing, brains being built for the language. And the stuff the boy couldn't control, like his claiming. He was the son of a Roman God or Goddess, something that still hadn't necessarily clicked after all this time. Izzy supposed finding out who would help with all that...and in some ways, he couldn't wait. In some ways, he was a bit bitter that all this time had passed and he still had no idea. Although he had some working knowledge of Greco-Roman mythology, the boy really had no idea who he properly fit with. The way it was in his head, he had some traits of some Gods and Goddesses, and some traits of other Gods and Goddesses. It was confusing...hopefully he'd find out soon, and it would help him find...well...his place.
Izzy had to stop this right now...especially as he realized the girl he had awkwardly waved to had definitely noticed him. The boy sat up as she spoke. Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn't the kind words that came from her mouth. "Er..." the boy scratched the back of his head. "I would love some tea if it's not a problem, thanks," although he was adjusting to camp quite well, Izzy still missed the good cups of tea he got back home. The mess hall wasn't too terrible, and he was sure this girl's tea would be okay, but there was nothing like tea back home...though Izzy wondered if part of that was everything else involved. A favorite memory, that the boy brought up when it was darkest, was each morning, sitting at the kitchen table with his mum and dad every morning, drinking a breakfast tea and reading the newspaper. The sounds of London waking up outside, the misty mornings...it was one of the things Izzy missed the most. He was grateful that the girl had offered at all...she really didn't have to, and it made the boy a bit less wary.
Giving a hesitant smile, Izzy decided he shouldn't just sit there. He got up, slowly walking over to the girl. "Ronnie, then," he nodded, holding out his hand to shake. It was one of those things his parents had always taught him when it came to being polite and all. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Izzy..." it felt sort of silly, but the boy still wasn't sure how to properly introduce himself in the demigod world. Everyone did it differently...he had learned that some people tacked on their cohort, or their God or Goddess parent, or both, or neither. But obviously Ronnie knew he was in the Fourth Cohort, since she was there too and all. And he didn't have a parent to introduce himself by, so that was pretty pointless. He had heard some people say 'unclaimed'...but even that seemed pointless. As of now, he was Izzy...and just Izzy. "Right, here in the barrack...I er...have seen you around. Your hair is hard to miss," he didn't mean that in a bad way, but it probably sounded terrible. "I mean...I like it. It's bold...and brave," that was how Izzy saw it, anyway.
Crossing his arms, Izzy leaned against a support post. "Not very long," he admitted. "Only about a month and a half," Ronnie definitely seemed kind enough, which was a major breath of fresh air. Not that the boy had really met anyone that wasn't nice, but he was a lot more comfortable meeting people in the barrack rather than randomly bumping into them. It was more...home than anywhere else at camp...at least at this point. It was safe there, and Izzy didn't have to interact if he didn't want to. People just didn't bother him if he was holed up in his bunk. "I'm guessing you've been here much longer, huh?" he gave a watery grin. "I've mostly met campers who have been here longer. It's still sort of strange being the new guy," Izzy knew that would change over time, but right now, this seemed to just...be how things were.
There really was a lot, demigod related, though. Learning how to use weapons, something that Izzy was still pretty clumsy with, but getting better. There was learning Latin, something he was a bit better at than weapons, since his mum had already taught him some, and it came pretty naturally. From what he heard, that was a Roman demigod thing, brains being built for the language. And the stuff the boy couldn't control, like his claiming. He was the son of a Roman God or Goddess, something that still hadn't necessarily clicked after all this time. Izzy supposed finding out who would help with all that...and in some ways, he couldn't wait. In some ways, he was a bit bitter that all this time had passed and he still had no idea. Although he had some working knowledge of Greco-Roman mythology, the boy really had no idea who he properly fit with. The way it was in his head, he had some traits of some Gods and Goddesses, and some traits of other Gods and Goddesses. It was confusing...hopefully he'd find out soon, and it would help him find...well...his place.
Izzy had to stop this right now...especially as he realized the girl he had awkwardly waved to had definitely noticed him. The boy sat up as she spoke. Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn't the kind words that came from her mouth. "Er..." the boy scratched the back of his head. "I would love some tea if it's not a problem, thanks," although he was adjusting to camp quite well, Izzy still missed the good cups of tea he got back home. The mess hall wasn't too terrible, and he was sure this girl's tea would be okay, but there was nothing like tea back home...though Izzy wondered if part of that was everything else involved. A favorite memory, that the boy brought up when it was darkest, was each morning, sitting at the kitchen table with his mum and dad every morning, drinking a breakfast tea and reading the newspaper. The sounds of London waking up outside, the misty mornings...it was one of the things Izzy missed the most. He was grateful that the girl had offered at all...she really didn't have to, and it made the boy a bit less wary.
Giving a hesitant smile, Izzy decided he shouldn't just sit there. He got up, slowly walking over to the girl. "Ronnie, then," he nodded, holding out his hand to shake. It was one of those things his parents had always taught him when it came to being polite and all. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Izzy..." it felt sort of silly, but the boy still wasn't sure how to properly introduce himself in the demigod world. Everyone did it differently...he had learned that some people tacked on their cohort, or their God or Goddess parent, or both, or neither. But obviously Ronnie knew he was in the Fourth Cohort, since she was there too and all. And he didn't have a parent to introduce himself by, so that was pretty pointless. He had heard some people say 'unclaimed'...but even that seemed pointless. As of now, he was Izzy...and just Izzy. "Right, here in the barrack...I er...have seen you around. Your hair is hard to miss," he didn't mean that in a bad way, but it probably sounded terrible. "I mean...I like it. It's bold...and brave," that was how Izzy saw it, anyway.
Crossing his arms, Izzy leaned against a support post. "Not very long," he admitted. "Only about a month and a half," Ronnie definitely seemed kind enough, which was a major breath of fresh air. Not that the boy had really met anyone that wasn't nice, but he was a lot more comfortable meeting people in the barrack rather than randomly bumping into them. It was more...home than anywhere else at camp...at least at this point. It was safe there, and Izzy didn't have to interact if he didn't want to. People just didn't bother him if he was holed up in his bunk. "I'm guessing you've been here much longer, huh?" he gave a watery grin. "I've mostly met campers who have been here longer. It's still sort of strange being the new guy," Izzy knew that would change over time, but right now, this seemed to just...be how things were.
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Re: After the Fall ((Ronnie Riley))
by Ronnie Riley Sun Dec 20, 2015 2:44 pm
After trying to keep her mind present for a time now, she gave up trying. Memories from the previous night kept resurfacing, but she decided that it was okay. It was clear that she had to stop leaving. These were her people and they needed her. But often enough, camp wouldn’t cut it for Ronnie. The teen needed to dance she needed to laugh and spend time with people her age and people who she didn’t battle with on a regular basis. It seemed that all her answers lay in her leaving and attending school in the next semester. Honestly, she was smart—she was already corresponding with a school headmaster and reading to catch up. If she took a whole semester, she could graduate high school and probably attend two courses of a college in the following year. It was perfect… but could she still be Augur? Did she still want to be Augur? Right now, it seemed they didn’t need her, but a storm was coming. She saw it in her dreams. There needed to be someone to warn them.
Something did jolt Ronnie from her thoughts, however. It was the boy. He wanted tea. With a chuckle, Ronnie felt herself again—communicating with others and all—and she said with a smile, ”nope, not a problem at all!” The boy seemed unsure of himself. Those were Ronnie’s favorite kind. Once her coffee finished brewing, she cleaned out the filter and put water through to warm it. ”Let’s see, have peppermint, chai, honey chamomile, and some assorted fruit… also I typically drink it black so I don’t have much in the sugar and cream department, though I’m sure we could scavenge.” As her belongings were against the wall, she worked with her back facing the new camper. But, she found herself turning to wink towards the end of her sentence. It baffled her; sometimes, how easily she could become someone else. After a sleepless night, her eyes felt strained and heavy, but as she sipped her coffee, it seemed a little easier to keep them open, though they still hurt.
In the back of her mind, Ronnie noted that the boy was walking over to join her. However, she did not make a move, too content with drinking the coffee and feeling the warmth that it provided in her chest. Almost in surprise, she raised her eyebrows, and set her mug of black coffee back on the table to take his hand. ”Izzy,” she repeated, as he had. ”It’s nice to meet you to. I know how being a new camper is, this was the least I could do.” At that, the steady stream of water sputtered to a stop. She poured it in a black clay mug and motioned to the stacked boxes of tea, all types she had previously mentioned. ”Help yourself.”
The boy was close to her in height and stature, now that she thought about it, he was quite attractive to. With a raised eyebrow, Ronnie wondered why she hadn’t noticed before. Shortly, Izzy had Ronnie chuckling again when he mentioned her hair being hard to miss, but he turned it into a genuine compliment. It made Ronnie smile. People in the city were so busy in their normal bustling lives, that Ronnie wasn’t used to compliments in her normal life, but when she got them she felt like people really meant them. Yes, Ronnie had a big ego, but she knew how to appreciate compliments and not let them get to her head—not that anything, really, got to her head. Other people were always so clouded by their emotions and whatnot. In this way, Ronnie felt she was stronger, and perhaps even brave, like Izzy suggested. Though Izzy’s hair seemed to be under control today, Ronnie could remember a time or two when she saw it at all angles. The daughter of Janus found it amusing, but not something much to compliment him back on. So Ronnie ended up saying slowly, ”well, thanks. It means a lot.”
Month and a half. Oops. Ronnie really had lost her touch recently. These days, she was more often stuck in her own head than observing the strange human race. Or… half-human who acted remarkably just like the humans in the city. When she thought about it, the gods too were remarkably basic. At least her father had the whole two-heads thing going for him. ”Hmmm, dunno actually. Year and a half? Maybe? This place is kind of timeless. As weird as this may sound, I lose track of time. In a way, I keep track by the new faces and the changing of the seasons. I guess you can consider me someone whose been here for a while—I mean gods know, I have the position to be one—but I didn’t come from old Camp Jupiter or anything. In a way, CJ2.0 is the only home I’ve known outside the city and I can sense and feel how wrong it is for us to have been around the Greeks for so long and… know they exist, in a way.” She didn’t want to start dropping words like visions and future, but she decided that it was a good a start as any.
Something did jolt Ronnie from her thoughts, however. It was the boy. He wanted tea. With a chuckle, Ronnie felt herself again—communicating with others and all—and she said with a smile, ”nope, not a problem at all!” The boy seemed unsure of himself. Those were Ronnie’s favorite kind. Once her coffee finished brewing, she cleaned out the filter and put water through to warm it. ”Let’s see, have peppermint, chai, honey chamomile, and some assorted fruit… also I typically drink it black so I don’t have much in the sugar and cream department, though I’m sure we could scavenge.” As her belongings were against the wall, she worked with her back facing the new camper. But, she found herself turning to wink towards the end of her sentence. It baffled her; sometimes, how easily she could become someone else. After a sleepless night, her eyes felt strained and heavy, but as she sipped her coffee, it seemed a little easier to keep them open, though they still hurt.
In the back of her mind, Ronnie noted that the boy was walking over to join her. However, she did not make a move, too content with drinking the coffee and feeling the warmth that it provided in her chest. Almost in surprise, she raised her eyebrows, and set her mug of black coffee back on the table to take his hand. ”Izzy,” she repeated, as he had. ”It’s nice to meet you to. I know how being a new camper is, this was the least I could do.” At that, the steady stream of water sputtered to a stop. She poured it in a black clay mug and motioned to the stacked boxes of tea, all types she had previously mentioned. ”Help yourself.”
The boy was close to her in height and stature, now that she thought about it, he was quite attractive to. With a raised eyebrow, Ronnie wondered why she hadn’t noticed before. Shortly, Izzy had Ronnie chuckling again when he mentioned her hair being hard to miss, but he turned it into a genuine compliment. It made Ronnie smile. People in the city were so busy in their normal bustling lives, that Ronnie wasn’t used to compliments in her normal life, but when she got them she felt like people really meant them. Yes, Ronnie had a big ego, but she knew how to appreciate compliments and not let them get to her head—not that anything, really, got to her head. Other people were always so clouded by their emotions and whatnot. In this way, Ronnie felt she was stronger, and perhaps even brave, like Izzy suggested. Though Izzy’s hair seemed to be under control today, Ronnie could remember a time or two when she saw it at all angles. The daughter of Janus found it amusing, but not something much to compliment him back on. So Ronnie ended up saying slowly, ”well, thanks. It means a lot.”
Month and a half. Oops. Ronnie really had lost her touch recently. These days, she was more often stuck in her own head than observing the strange human race. Or… half-human who acted remarkably just like the humans in the city. When she thought about it, the gods too were remarkably basic. At least her father had the whole two-heads thing going for him. ”Hmmm, dunno actually. Year and a half? Maybe? This place is kind of timeless. As weird as this may sound, I lose track of time. In a way, I keep track by the new faces and the changing of the seasons. I guess you can consider me someone whose been here for a while—I mean gods know, I have the position to be one—but I didn’t come from old Camp Jupiter or anything. In a way, CJ2.0 is the only home I’ve known outside the city and I can sense and feel how wrong it is for us to have been around the Greeks for so long and… know they exist, in a way.” She didn’t want to start dropping words like visions and future, but she decided that it was a good a start as any.
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Re: After the Fall ((Ronnie Riley))
by Izzy Abney Fri Jan 01, 2016 2:06 pm
There was something kind of intimidating about the girl before him. Izzy wasn't sure what it was...it wasn't anything bad, just a strange sort of power emanating from her. It was actually sort of interesting...the boy had always been an okay judge of character, and at times quite sensitive to auras, despite his issues, but some people just sort of...shone brighter than others. When he had experienced it at camp so far, it was usually connected to a person's God or Goddess parent. Different deities gave their children different feelings. Even if Izzy didn't know who their parent was, he could feel differences between everyone. Well, he thought he did...maybe it was all in his head, but at the same time, it wasn't anything special when he really thought about it. In the mortal world, he had read books about that sort of thing...people who were sensitive to auras and energies. There were lots of theories on it...who was to say that Izzy wasn't that type of person?
But he didn't want to be thinking about that now...definitely not when he was trying to socialize with someone. That was hard enough to begin with, let alone with his mind running off on its own. Izzy took a deep breath, trying to figure it all out...how to...move forward comfortably. "Thank you kindly," he said with a slight smile as Ronnie stated making tea wouldn't be a problem. Again, the boy was feeling grateful for his fellow legionnaires in the Fourth Cohort. Between Violet and Sienna and Ronnie, the Brit was starting to think that people could be kind...they could be open and accepting. It was the sort of thing he had never seen much in the mortal world. Things were different here, obviously. "Peppermint sounds lovely...and I don't take anything in it, either. My parents used to tease me about that," the last part slipped out without Izzy meaning it to. He didn't like to share that sort of thing, but the thought of tea brought back a lot of memories...his parents, who he missed terribly. It was a bit embarrassing his guard went down, even for a split second, but it wasn't like he could take it back now.
Hopefully that was just passed over, though. Of course, Izzy wasn't sure what Ronnie knew about how the British took their tea...he didn't want to be questioned, but he knew he had to prepare himself for that sort of thing. He had faced a fair amount of questioning since he had been in America...even when he was in Salem with his parents before getting to camp. Americans seemed to have a strange fascination with the English, which the boy had heard before, but never experienced. Well, outside of the tourists he had seen back home. They were rather...ridiculous at times. When he was in Salem, Izzy had tried desperately not to be a tourist. The whole idea was embarrassing...he had often been embarrassed for tourists back home. Silently, the boy slipped a peppermint tea bag out of the box, trying to let the action bring him back to the present, out of his head. "Thank you," the boy said again, putting the tea bag in the mug. It smelled heavenly.
Ronnie's initial lack of response to Izzy's comment about her hair was a bit disconcerting. He very much hoped she hadn't taken it the wrong way...he hadn't meant it in a derogatory way, but sometimes he didn't understand various words and all. Not to mention things could be taken drastically differently with his accent. It was something the boy had always feared about America...they had a much different way of talking than he did. There had already been quite a few times here where Izzy had said something, only to be met with a blank stare, and he had to remember that these people didn't know all his British slang. The whole linguistics thing was funny, the way he saw it. It was the same language, but vastly different at the same time. But that Ronnie spoke, and Izzy felt a bit better. At her words, he offered her a timid half-smile...not sure what else he could do.
Watching the girl intently, Izzy tried to just...soak it all in. The idea of being in a place like this for...how long? A year and a half seemed awhile, but the boy sort of understood how it was timeless. "I think I'm starting to understand that bit," the boy said slowly. "Time feels different here...it moves differently here," Izzy wasn't sure he understood all the idea of time...it was a very strange construct, and definitely moved differently at camp. It was nice to know that all that wasn't his imagination...that other campers felt the same here. "I suppose it's starting to feel like home here. It'll take time, and I still miss my mum and dad, but it feels more...right. I never fit in in the mortal world...I didn't really have friends, or..." Izzy trailed off...there he was again, letting out more than he should. Shutting down again, the boy just looked into his mug, taking a sip of his tea. He'd leave it at that for now.
But he didn't want to be thinking about that now...definitely not when he was trying to socialize with someone. That was hard enough to begin with, let alone with his mind running off on its own. Izzy took a deep breath, trying to figure it all out...how to...move forward comfortably. "Thank you kindly," he said with a slight smile as Ronnie stated making tea wouldn't be a problem. Again, the boy was feeling grateful for his fellow legionnaires in the Fourth Cohort. Between Violet and Sienna and Ronnie, the Brit was starting to think that people could be kind...they could be open and accepting. It was the sort of thing he had never seen much in the mortal world. Things were different here, obviously. "Peppermint sounds lovely...and I don't take anything in it, either. My parents used to tease me about that," the last part slipped out without Izzy meaning it to. He didn't like to share that sort of thing, but the thought of tea brought back a lot of memories...his parents, who he missed terribly. It was a bit embarrassing his guard went down, even for a split second, but it wasn't like he could take it back now.
Hopefully that was just passed over, though. Of course, Izzy wasn't sure what Ronnie knew about how the British took their tea...he didn't want to be questioned, but he knew he had to prepare himself for that sort of thing. He had faced a fair amount of questioning since he had been in America...even when he was in Salem with his parents before getting to camp. Americans seemed to have a strange fascination with the English, which the boy had heard before, but never experienced. Well, outside of the tourists he had seen back home. They were rather...ridiculous at times. When he was in Salem, Izzy had tried desperately not to be a tourist. The whole idea was embarrassing...he had often been embarrassed for tourists back home. Silently, the boy slipped a peppermint tea bag out of the box, trying to let the action bring him back to the present, out of his head. "Thank you," the boy said again, putting the tea bag in the mug. It smelled heavenly.
Ronnie's initial lack of response to Izzy's comment about her hair was a bit disconcerting. He very much hoped she hadn't taken it the wrong way...he hadn't meant it in a derogatory way, but sometimes he didn't understand various words and all. Not to mention things could be taken drastically differently with his accent. It was something the boy had always feared about America...they had a much different way of talking than he did. There had already been quite a few times here where Izzy had said something, only to be met with a blank stare, and he had to remember that these people didn't know all his British slang. The whole linguistics thing was funny, the way he saw it. It was the same language, but vastly different at the same time. But that Ronnie spoke, and Izzy felt a bit better. At her words, he offered her a timid half-smile...not sure what else he could do.
Watching the girl intently, Izzy tried to just...soak it all in. The idea of being in a place like this for...how long? A year and a half seemed awhile, but the boy sort of understood how it was timeless. "I think I'm starting to understand that bit," the boy said slowly. "Time feels different here...it moves differently here," Izzy wasn't sure he understood all the idea of time...it was a very strange construct, and definitely moved differently at camp. It was nice to know that all that wasn't his imagination...that other campers felt the same here. "I suppose it's starting to feel like home here. It'll take time, and I still miss my mum and dad, but it feels more...right. I never fit in in the mortal world...I didn't really have friends, or..." Izzy trailed off...there he was again, letting out more than he should. Shutting down again, the boy just looked into his mug, taking a sip of his tea. He'd leave it at that for now.
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