Dite you watch my kid as if she was your own while I'm in Rome. I come home to anything funny, I'm taking it out on you.

[Since Poseidon's wrath of power weeks ago, Chelsea had mixed feelings. Sure, there was uncertainty there with what her father was capable of. It was majestic, and inspiring. She was in plain awe of what he could do. There also came that nagging feeling of restlessness that she could be easily tossed aside, especially after seeing how Aphrodite use and fawn over him. She didn't talk to him for days. Finally, he'd had enough of Chelsea's silent treatment and once again they wrangled through a spat.

"What the fuck is wrong with you kid? Get used to being one of many."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Triton was already there, she was sure other of his children might pop up.

"You know what it means." He replied flatly. "You might get slapped with another brother or sister from Dite."

Her jaw dropped. Seriously, she was going to punch him in the face. And she tried. But he didn't get vicious on her. He held her in his iron grip by the shoulders. "I won't lose you Chelsea." That was a demand on his part. His Amphitrite wasn't going to be thrown out if he had anything to say about it. Her sway over anyone, even a goddess of Love went beyond himself. Even Triton, a favored of his offspring held nothing in comparison to Chelsea.]

It's a shame I can't eradicate the population when the brat pisses me off like I could weeks ago.

[Chelsea packs what little she can, leaving her phone behind because she knows Poseidon will use it to track her. What respect and closeness she'd grown to have for her father was momentarily stunted at knowing the lengths he'd taken to ruin her mother just for the sheer pleasure of it. She doesn't know what he knows, but after being told by Hades the kind of condition she's in, Chelsea sets out to see her, permission or not. She knows without a doubt her father would never let her go willingly, she's not giving him the opportunity to even ask. In a reckless move she bolts leaving him no more than the message on his computer hoping for once he feels pain.]


I hope you see this


I hate you....

What have you found on my mother? Anything new? I need to know...

You okay? He wont talk.

Okay, fine. I followed the link, registered, and now I'm here.

Will someone please explain why it's so damned important I join the community?

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[Chelsea has noticed since her father's return that something is different and has since attempted to contact his brother about what may or may not have happened since last Friday. She doesn't trust Medusa, and is wary of Aphrodite though she's been the only constant womanly figure in her life. She doesn't like seeing her father weak, or seeing someone take her place. Poseidon is her father, in which she will be just as dastardly jealous of him if she chooses.]

Another week before the brat goes to school. Suddenly, she has things to talk about and expressing interest in driving. I'll sooner throw this damn city under water. Remember Atlantis, baby girl? Keep that in mind when you talk about driving or being driven by high school seniors. It's like watching bunnies scream. I rather miss the older days when handiwork like that was admired.