carter jackson is actually rather lazy (plectrums) wrote in monte_logs, @ 2012-06-29 20:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | apollo, persephone, ~complete |
log ; apollo and persephone
Characters: Carter Jackson (plectrums) & Annabelle Jones (queenofshades)
Date/Time: Monday, June 18th
Location: Montenegro Grocery
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Apollo runs out of hair products and stumbles upon Persephone at the local grocery. It's always nice to run into family!
Apollo looked like shit. Unlike some people associated with the campus, he had chosen to Of course, he hadn’t counted on actually running out of things. First it was the alcohol, then it was frozen meals. Apollo could deal with the lack of alcohol and could live on pantry staples such as crackers, but when his shampoo and conditioner supply ran out... well. It may have possibly been the end of days, but Apollo needed the hair care products that worked with his lovely locks just perfectly since he was a bit vain. Just a bit. So dressing in the only pair of jeans he owned plus a nicely ironed polo shirt, he moved the dresser, grabbed a broom, and headed out into the dark town. His own natural glow of light made navigating the dark streets a bit easier, plus the dim light seemed to make the creatures stay at a safe distance. Once at the grocery store, he grabbed a couple reusable bags from the front registered and started making his way through the eerie aisles as he avoided thinking about the shadows and nearby creatures at all cost. Not that he was worried or anything. He was Apollo, dammit, and no shadow creature thing was going to scare him while attempting to take care of his hair. ~ Persephone was one of those people who'd been doing fairly well during the Darkpocalypse. She'd been fully content just lounging around in her apartment, watching shitty b-rated horror movies until people started freaking out. She took note of the panic on the forums and responded to King Arthur's call for recruits, because - why the hell not? Might as well put her powers to some good use and play Captain Save-A-Ho for once. She had no idea being a volunteer meant signing herself up for grocery shopping. At first the mission had been kind of exciting, browsing the aisles of a grocery store with absolute freedom - it was kind of like being in 28 Days Later without the worry of Infected chasing after you. The excitement quickly dissolved into annoyance as some of the bolder of the creatures slithered about around her ankles and knocked merchandise off their shelves. "Really, guys?" she grumbled, kicking at the thing near her feet and bending a few shadows of her own to distract the creatures vandalizing the place. Then she heard them. Footsteps. Persephone poked her head around the corner of an end cap and searched for the source. She wondered if she was going to have to get into a looters fight. She'd seen this kind of thing in movies before - one group comes in and thinks they can take everything and then all of a sudden people are dead. Hell no, she didn't sign up for that shit. She grabbed a pan that one of the creatures had knocked onto the floor and started heading towards the faint light source. ~ At the sound of the falling merchandise, Apollo froze and for a moment, he felt as if his heart had stopped for a few beats. Not that he was scared or anything like that. Oh no. He was simply just listening to hear if anyone of importance had entered the grocery store. Yes. That was his story and he was definitely sticking to it. Gripping his broom, he positioned his reusable bag that was filled with a few boxes of Cheez-Its on his shoulder and began to slowly walk down the aisle. His mind started racing through all the possibilities of who could be the other shopper. What if it was one of those creepy demon child? Or worse, one of the Gorgan sister? Ugh. Not that he had to completely worry about to whom the steps belonged. If he was someone threatening, Apollo would simply just send the stomach ache from Hell their way and drop them to the floor. This new found confidence was why he suddenly jumped out to the entrance of where the footsteps were, broom above his head and giving an AHHH type war cry. ~ Persephone jumped back, startled by the sudden appearance of some guy jumping out in front of her wielding a broom, and raised her own weapon over her head. Before she could swing it at her attacker(?), she noticed the light source was coming from him and so she lowered the frying pan. "Admissions guy?" she asked, squinting a little to be sure the features were correct. Whoever he was, he definitely wasn't a looter she had to claim turf on. His ironed shirt, reusable shopping bag and battle cry spoke volumes of his threat level and this guy read Easter pastel green. ~ Hey now. He may have looked threat level Easter pastel green, but looks were deceiving when it came to Apollo. A quick thought about a migraine and he could take even the biggest man down. Sure, he didn’t exactly possess the powers he did originally, thought he liked to think they were still more useful than the powers of others. “Yes. I work in admissions,” he answered as he straightened his posture and tried to regain some composure. “You really shouldn’t walk around trying to sneak up on people.” ~ What? She wasn't the one sneaking up on people! "Me?" she said, absolutely incredulous. "I was here first, Lite Brite. You're the one that was sneaking up on people." She waved the frying pan at him. "I could've done some serious damage." Oh, yes. She was a fearsome creature - a 5'3 terror in running shoes. "You need to be more careful. Some people are all shoot first, ask questions later." Not her, though. No. She totally hadn't been stalking the aisles about to brain some looter slash arch-nemesis. ~ “I was near the back of the store, so I was clearly in here before you.” That type of logica worked on children, but probably not so much on a grown woman. Huffing, Apollo dropped his broom down to his side and placed his left hand on his left hip. Such a position could easily be taken as defensive, at least when words were concerned. “Oh please. I could have dropped you to your knees even before I saw you.” ~ Was this guy serious? Ok, she was fully ready to believe that maybe, maybe he had some kind of badass power. But ... he was pretty-faced Admissions guy. How much damage could he possibly do? "Oh, you could? And how exactly would you have done that?" Her grip on the frying pan tightened, just in case this guy thought to demonstrate rather than just explain. ~ Of course he was serious. As serious as the heart attack he could make you think you were having... okay, perhaps that wasn’t completely serious. Apollo rolled his eyes at the woman’s lack of faith in his abilities. “Because I can make you feel as if you are having a heart attack or an aneurysm or that flesh eating bacteria is destroying your limbs,” he retorted with a matter-of-fact tone. “I’m fairly sure not even a cyclops could keep walking after that. ~ "That's gross. The flesh eating bacteria thing. Why would you make someone think that?" She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "How long does something like that usually stick with the person?" Ok, so he did have a pretty badass power and he was probably right in assuming he could've taken her down. "And while we're at it, who are you?" ~ “As long as I want it to last.” Not really, but he wasn’t about to admit to her that it lasted a few hours tops. And that was only if he exhausted himself to make it happen. Being a mortal really sucked sometimes. At the question of his identity, Apollo smirked because, really, he loved talking about himself. “I’m Apollo.” Yes, yes. Be amazed. ~ Bullshit. There's just no way that he could make something last as long as he wanted to. As a mortal, Persephone found she had millions of constraints on her powers and she was positive that was the case for everyone . She wasn't going to say that out loud, though. Let him have a dazzling moment of awesomeness or something. Persephone, unfortunately, was not amazed. Instead she snorted a little. "Seriously?" Then, as an afterthought. "I guess that explains the glow worm thing you have going on." ~ Well that just because you weren’t Apollo. Clearly. Just because your powers were lackluster didn’t mean it was the same for everyone. Of course, he wasn’t going to mention that the sickness thing was pretty much his own power that could really do anything. He was well aware people didn’t care about the lyre these days. He scowled. “Don’t act like you’re not impressed,” Apollo replied as his voice dripped with his own egotism. He also ignored the glow worm comment. “And who are you? A Gorgan sister?” ~ Hey, hey, hey. Her powers were pretty cool. Sort of. Shut up. At least she could use her powers for Halloween fun. Or psychic fairs or various other semi-morbid side shows and carnivals. Apollo didn't need to know any of that, however. "I'm not all that impressed. Maybe if I'd been a mortal or something the first time we met." She didn't mean it rudely, just that it was hard to bask in the glory of another god when you were also a god. Maybe not a shiny, multi-talented one such as he, but still a god. "A Gorgan? Really? Do I -" No. She wouldn't go there. She didn't want to hear his response to that question. "Persephone." ~ Pssh. Halloween fun. If you weren’t glow worm, you weren’t anything. Clearly. “Please. I’m the most impressive god out there.” Zeus had nothing on him. Well. Other than being king of Olympus and all that. Upon learning her true self, Apollo found himself instantly relaxing his stance slight. “Ah. A sister.” An important one at that. “My uncle actually let you leave for good this time?” ~ Rude. Seeing him relax also helped her put her guard down. Sure, he could be lying about who he was, but the air of self-importance he had surrounding him made her sincerely doubt that. "One of many." She replied, placing the frying pan on a nearby shelf. If she had any need to hit her brother, she'd do it the old-fashioned way. She shrugged at his question. "I suppose." She didn't want to talk about it. Not only was she not entirely sure what happened to explain her current existence, but she wasn't ready to go charging into the subject of Hades just yet. "What the hell are you doing working in Admissions?" ~ Yes. Yes, he was. “You’re one of more importance.” Both of them had plenty of siblings thanks to their prolific father, but few reached her status. Sure, Persephone wasn’t an Olympian like him, but even Apollo had to admit being the reluctant queen of the Underworld was nothing to scoff at even this day and age. Noticing her lack of response to the uncle comment, he actually decided to be charitable and moved on to the next subject. “Well. People these days don’t appreciate classical lyre play, even if it is the number one selling lyre album on iTunes. What are you doing here?” ~ She gave a modest shrug. She thought she was pretty damn important herself, but she didn't want to suggest others weren't as important. Not out loud, anyway. She grinned at the iTunes comment. "Majoring in Fine Arts. You know. All the dark, gothic angst in my soul needed a creative outlet. You couldn't think of anything else to do besides Admissions?" She couldn't let it go, it seemed too weird - Apollo, the Admissions Guy. What the fuck? "You didn't feel like utilizing one of your many other talents?" ~ Truth be told, he hated when people brought up the fact he only worked in admissions. It was an important job! Someone had to do it and in reality, it probably shouldn’t have been him. Or at least not the old him. Having a conversation about how being human and slightly more normal sucked wasn’t exactly something he felt like dealing with now. Or ever. “Someone has to charm the parents and prospective students into coming here, right? I’m the perfect person for that job.” ~ Had Persephone known that, she would’ve never brought it up. She wasn’t trying to make him feel insignificant or mortal or anything like that, she just genuinely thought he probably had other talents he could be using. “I suppose that’s a good a reason as any. So what are you shopping for? Canned food? First-aid supplies? Where are you staying?” ~ Apollo didn’t make a habit of announcing he wasn’t as awesome as he once was. He supposed if anyone were to understand the feeling, it would be other important figures such as Persephone, but this wasn’t exactly the time to have a kumbaya moment. “Food. Shampoo and conditioner.” Have you seen his hair? It was atrocious. “And I’m staying at my apartment. So what are you doing here?” ~ She had seen his hair, noted the atrocity but had chosen not to comment on that. Hair was important. Probably as important as Apollo and Persephone once were, so it seemed the least she could do was let it slide. “Why haven’t you gone to any of the ‘safe zones’?” What the hell was he doing in his dark apartment, anyway? And then it hit her - the fucker probably had cable. Unfair. “Getting some things for people at the Wellness Center and KaPow. They’re all kind of running out of stuff. Lots of people running around all freaked out and getting hurt and eating all the things.” ~ His hair normally looked perfect, thankyouverymuch. This was an extreme circumstance and things weren’t going as normal as far as his hair was concerned. “I like my apartment and putting a dresser in front of the door as served me quite well.” And yes, he did have cable. “Well. Aren’t you the little philanthropist and all.” ~ “Those things can’t actually break in. I think. I haven’t heard of any of them doing that.” She snorted. “Shut up. I might as well be useful and who knows? Maybe they’ll erect a statue of me in the campus courtyard. Noting my bravery and impeccable choice in hair products.” After all, her hair was actually quite nice looking. I mean, she still had shampoo and conditioner and everything, but still. ~ “That was a low blow, Persephone.” There was some seriousness in his voice. After a very brief smile, he turned around and started to walk back to his previous aisle. “I might be worried about a pretty lady out there alone, but I suspect you can more than handle yourself.” She was married to Hades after all. ~ "Only kidding, of course." She grinned. "I'm sure if the circumstances were normal, they'd make a statue honoring your hair, too." She grabbed the frying pan off the shelf and also headed from the direction she'd come from. "Take care, Apollo." ~ “My hair is only the tip of the glorious things about me.” One did not get to be the god of damn near everything with bad hair. “I’ll see you around.” |