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Apollo (_apollo) wrote in greekswim,
@ 2008-09-08 19:11:00

Entry tags:

apollo, artemis

Victor/Apollo and Melanie/Artemis
Who: Victor/Apollo and Melanie/Artemis[OPEN]
When: Evening
Where: Akrotiri in Kalamaki
Rating: [tbd]
Status: [in-progress... and open!]

The music was playing, thumping beat of the bass slightly reverberating through the building, and people were dancing on a small dancefloor not too far off. Victor sipped his usual, Crown and Sprite, watching the crowds, enjoying himself thoroughly, smiling at words whispered in his ear, sweet Greek accent he'd come to enjoy clearly evident.

"Call me..."

It was barely a whisper, more breathed into his ear than anything else, but he heard it clear as crystal. He felt soft fingers press a small piece of paper into his palm, before the curvaceous blonde kissed him and started to leave. She turned once she reached the entrance and he raised his glass at her, smirking as he saw her smile, then blow another kiss at him.

He pocketed the digits and made a mental note to call her in a couple of days.

He checked his watch, wondering at the time, and wondering likewise if any of the others from the journals might show. He had come early on this night, having found that this particular venue tended to be conducive toward experiences he found... well, satisfactory, to say the very least. It was nearing nine o'clock.

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artemis_
2008-09-11 10:24 am UTC (link)

The enthusiasm that Victor was showing would have made her whole day change around if she had the worst day in the existence of the world. She wanted to ask him if he felt the strange surge of emotions and bitter, yet faint, taste of nostalgia. What was it that she was trying to remember, something that both her body and mind wanted to uncover, but there was something keeping her from doing so. Hopefully time would tell and this wouldn’t be the first and last time that she would ever be able to see him. Just the mere thought of never being able to see him or be around him pained her deeply – a pain that was overwhelming and almost flooded her if it were not for the happy look that was present on his face.

“I was in a few events.. Back in high school, I did long distance running, 3200 meters..,” she trailed off for a moment and whispered some silent math to herself. “about two miles.. but I could run a lot longer than that.. When I got into college 5000 meters, 3.1 miles, and even running 10,000 meters, 6.2 miles was somewhat easy more me.” She smiled softly and watched as he enjoyed the cookie. “Hurdles, high jump, javelin, and a few others were other events that I liked.. I also did archery!” The last part slipped out with a happy ringing tone to it. “I don’t normally tell people since I get funny looks.. but, it was my biggest passion besides helping animals out..” Picking up her drink, she took another sip and placed it down. “Thank you, I’ll take that into consideration once I have finished the one before me..”

Melanie was slightly shocked when he had told her the way he felt about Greece. So, I am not alone on this..? If he feels the same way that I do.. Maybe.. She shook her head and got that thought out of her head once more. It was pointless and rather rude to ask that right now, she would have to wait – then again, maybe it couldn’t. “Feeling at home is nice.. Odd how you find home among people you’ve barely met and in a place you grew up knowing almost nothing about..”

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_apollo
2008-09-11 12:16 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, 5k! I did that one at Stanford; they recruited me when they saw me at baseball practice, never considered track before that. Also did the 400 hurdles, but you? That's amazing!" he said, with a degree of reverence. He was impressed, and it typically took quite a bit to impress him. But wait! "Archery?!" he exclaimed. "That's very cool!" he said, enthusiastically, completely captivated.

He considered her question, sipping his Crown and Sprite. "It's the oddest thing I've ever felt. Here, in this place, I feel... I don't know, connected to things, and to certain people. It's like there's something more there, beneath the surface, but I'm missing it, somehow. I don't understand how it is that I can feel this way, but it's... well, how I feel."

He looked at the cookies, then at her, something jarring his memory. Cookies. He had always been a sucker for cookies, but these were different, better than any he had tasted, and it was now that he recalled the exchange over the journals not too long before. And her name, Melanie. Did she have-- no, there was no way. He sipped his Crown and Sprite again, looking at her curiously, his head tilting just slightly to the side for a moment. Archery. An image flashed before him, so quick it took but a fraction of a moment, but in that brief span of time, he saw her. Platinum blonde hair freely blown back by the wind, clear, aquamarine eyes focused intently on a target, drawing back a glistening, golden bow...

"This is going to sound strange," he said, carefully. "And I'm sorry if it seems completely random, but do you have a journal?" he asked. It was a vague enough question, he reasoned, with the way he had worded it. There was just a slight bit of emphasis on the last word, meant to stress it just a little, and he hoped she would understand his question, if she was one of the ones from the journal. But that would not make her just one of the ones from the journal, now, would it? She would be the one with whom he'd enjoyed corresponding and exchanging comments the most. And if she was not? Well, he hoped sincerely that she would not be too weirded out by him. He could always tell her it was some sort of book project he was working on, or something of the sort. Yes, that would work. He would bring in his writing, if need be.

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artemis_
2008-09-11 03:52 pm UTC (link)

Melanie propped her elbow on the counter of the bar and leaned forward as she listened to what he had to say. By the looks of it, he also had a passion for running. It was someone that she had a hard time talking about with people; since most had other hobbies and the ones that she had were more physical than social. Having someone who showed as much excitement as she did when it came to things that she enjoyed made talking to a stranger a lot easier. Then again, was Victor really a stranger? Melanie knew that she had never met him before this day, but there was so much about him that was familiar, comforting, completing, and various other things all wrapped up into one individual. By the way they were acting; the other patrons of the bar could mistake them for best friends or siblings. Who knew that people could get along in such a harmonious way in this day and age?

“I did the 400 as well!” She grinned more and marveled about how they had something else in common, well shared an interest in. “How fast were you? My best was around 54 seconds..” Melanie’s voice trailed off a little, her mind was trying to bring something to the surface, but it vanished as quickly as it had come. “I ran a marathon twice, both times were when Sydney was holding their annual one.. I felt bad for the people who were winded and unable to move about an hour to an hour and a half into it, I was rather relaxed during the whole thing, could be the long distance training that I did, but towards the end is when I really started to feel it. Felt slightly odd that it would bother me, but I’m only human so my body has limits somewhere.”

Her eyebrows pushed together once more as she listened to what he said about this place. “You are not alone in feeling like that, mate.” Carefully she placed her hand on his shoulder, maybe to comfort him if he was feeling upset about the whole thing. It could be some strange urge to touch him and make sure that he was real and not some figment of her imagination or delusion of things that her mind was making up. He shook her head slightly to push those thoughts out of her head.

Again her head tilted when he had asked her about a journal. What a strange thing to—not so strange if he was one of the people that she had talked with over the journal. “I had never been one for journals. Mostly because I was afraid that my older brothers would find it, read the things that I had placed inside of it and make fun of her for the rest of eternity. “But, there was one in my new apartment the other night. I do not remember buying it, so I had thought that because it was magically there, that the owner had left it there as a strange warming gift?” She shrugged some, emphasizing slightly on magical like he had on journal.

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_apollo
2008-09-14 04:49 pm UTC (link)

Victor's mouth opened and shut several times, surprise clearly evident in his features. "Er... 54 seconds, too," he said, clearly amazed at the coincidence. He nodded, listening as she described her experience with the marathon, his own sports experiences very parallel to hers. Indeed, he had always noted he had an aptitude for physical activity, and could not quite explain it, but now, seeing someone who seemed to share the same thing, was an explanation really necessary? He thought not.

Her hand at his shoulder felt natural, as though it belonged there, for some reason. He could feel a tingle there, where she was touching him, a rush of sensations and images coming to him in a flash, a mere fragment of a second. Golden, glistening bow, hunting carefully, blonde hair blowing in the wind, taking aim...

He could feel his heart lighten, skip a beat, almost, though the implications that came with that were not quite right. He was elated, content in the possibility that she, too, was part of the peculiar situation surrounding the journals. Her particular emphasis on the word magical made it feel all the better. This was not romance, not the sort of thing smutty escapades were made of; this was different, a sort of sibling-like quality, familiar, best-friends thing, if you will.

"Apparently journals showing up like magic, housewarming gifts is a common trend in this town," he said, grinning at her. He took another cookie, enjoying it, clearly. "What is your favorite kind of cookie?" he asked, an apparent non-sequitor.

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artemis_
2008-09-16 09:11 pm UTC (link)

"Amazing.." Melanie thought that she had thought the word, but it managed to escape her lips and there was no getting around it. For a moment, the smile on her lips faded away, but it make back quickly. "That is kinda slow for a guy you know." Once again she nudged his arm with her elbow, but something happened that didn't before. A rush of images flooded her mind for a few seconds. A brilliant light came from him, a golden bow held in his hands, a bow like hers, that smile that banished any inkling of doubt from her mind...

It was gone. The moment was too short and she almost wanted to weep. Tears were starting to burn the corner of her eyes, and she had to turn her head away from him. Why was it that she suddenly became so emotional that her heart hurt worse than it ever had before? For a few seconds, she held the breath that was in her lungs, soothing herself before she turned to him with that smile once more on her face.

"Not very nice housewarming gifts, if I must say so myself." Melanie took one of the cookies from her bag and nibbled on it a little. "Well, these kind are my favorite.. Dark chocolate walnut.."

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_apollo
2008-09-17 11:29 pm UTC (link)

Victor raised a brow, laughing. "I'm okay with being unimpressive. I sleep better at night," he said, trying to shake this feeling he was getting around her. More accurately, it was like a set of feelings, a scope of things on which he did not have a good handle. He felt like he knew her, and quite well, at that, better than anyone, but he... knew that he didn't.

He looked at her closely, concerned when she'd looked away, something instinctive telling him above all else that she was emotional. He had the distinct urge to hold her, to comfort her, but held himself back, and was quite glad he did.

"No, not at all." He nodded, watching her still. "I um... used to like white chocolate macadamia best, of all the ones I had tried, but now..." his voice trailed off slightly, disbelief at the small pieces coming together. "Your cookies are the best I've ever had." And it was not an overstatement, at all. "Do you... well, I hate to be repetitive, but this is going to sound strange... have you mentioned the cookies in your journal?" He swallowed, hard, looking at her.

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artemis_
2008-09-21 09:18 pm UTC (link)

These feelings that she was having - these things there were sent in her very foundation, telling her that she knew him and that he somehow knew her. Why was it like this though? Two complete strangers feeling a strange connection that is normally shared with close siblings. The more that Melanie thought about it, the more she wanted to know if he felt the same way. She couldn't bring herself to asking him.

"I am happy that you are able to sleep at night. I would hate to worry about you not getting your beauty sleep." Melanie grinned and leaned against him some before sitting up straight again and looking to the side. Clearing her throat some, she turned to him and smiled.

"I am happy that I have been able to persuade you to the dark side.." Melanie started to wring her hands together in an evil way - much like Artemis use to when she was plotting plagues to place upon the mortal world. "Yes, I had mentioned them in my journal, but it was to a comment that someone else had made.." Melanie raised one of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows and turned to him once more.

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