| Someone else's tomorrow (Masschusetts, Open) |
[03 Apr 2008|07:49pm] |
OOC: Posting Order - Athena, Alathea & Eris
Nike had kept her promise to stay with her for that short while. For a time, things felt as though they had not changed since the Golden Age. The house that kept them turned into a hidden fort against the changing of times - for once in a very long time, Athena felt she could for once, stop being who she was without guilt or being misunderstood.
However, with Nike's departure, things came to an end. For one, she was torn between returning to Olympus to visit her father who had not spoken to her since or being engaged in a war that she could not endorse or even visiting him again - knowing that he had been directly involved with Metis' disappearence. Nike's departure brought the emptiness that she had repressed and denied to the surface again - Athena's only solace was to flee the house that was a sanctum before and drive aimlessly and anonymously through the countryside - neither noticing the landscape nor the people. The only thing that drove her on was the motions of driving as her vehicle ate up the tarmac beneath her. Sometimes, she would drive through the night or even just lie in the car with a portable radio by her side, left switched on till dawn came around.
Pulling up at a gas station, Athena got out of the car to top up the fuel while refusing to acknowledge of the presence of the gas attendant. Having checked the radiator, she found herself ambling towards what she thought was a diner - utterly ignoring the chalkboard east of the entrance. Slouching a little, she caught a reflection of herself in the mirror - sagging cheeks, straggling hair, plaid shirt and greased stained jeans before plunking herself at the counter with her back towards the stage where a man was serenading of lost cowboys.
"Beer." She muttered, "and your porterhouse steak. Medium rare." Her fingers wrapped around the slender bottle gratefully as it was handed to her. Not that she would be used knowing the different Drinking deeply from it, the momentary bitterness at the back of her throat brought memories to the forefront but still she quashed it with an iron grip - something that she was really good at before taking another gulp off the top.
Perhaps three bottles in and still waiting for the steak, the man who had been serenading had stopped. There could only be so many lost cowboy songs that one could hear in a night without wanting to sink into the bottom of the sea. Rather, Athena was studying the beer bottle carefully, watching how the colours seemed to distort in the light when the microphone was thrust into her hand.
"Your turn."
She looked up balefully, "I'm not here to sing."
"Then get out." The waiter jabbed a thumb at the chalkboard where "Tuesday - Open Mic session, 3 songs minimum per customer." was scribbled on - "This is not a diner - the diner's next door and closed." There was a certain satisfaction in his voice as he stated that matter of factedly.
( Athena looked up )
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| Lemon-drop [tag: Nemesis] |
[03 Apr 2008|07:51pm] |
Harmonia knew what she wanted to do, knew what she needed to do. She wanted and needed to see Tyr. Not just because of what her and Anteros had talked about. Not just because she wanted to talk to someone about what had happened to her other brothers, her non-blood brothers. Because she wanted to. Part of her wanted and needed to know if she was going to be completely alone in her heart and the only way to do that was going to be to confront the situation.
( Even if the situation petrified her. )
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| Get UR Discord On (Open to anyone whose middle name is trouble! ..and anyone else who wants to join) |
[03 Apr 2008|08:58pm] |
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Sitting down just off to the right, in the tenth row, a petite figure sat watching the game below. While all those around her were jumping up and down screaming, she was biding her time. The scene before her was a typical one for a sporting event. People cheering in the stands, the announcer doing his job by being a loud jerk, the players playing well and reasonably fairly. A perfectly boring situation it may have seemed to the unseeing eye, however, she knew better. When keen hazel eyes looked upon this rather relaxed moment they saw a breeding ground for trouble-making. Dipping her hand into a bag filled with home-popped caramel popcorn, she licked her fingers as she continued to watch the game with a grin of excited glee. Her midnight black Zune blaring "I Think I'm Paranoid" by Garbage; Discord was almost ready for her sporting event ritual. Pulling out a wickedly sharp nail file, a small crooked grin spread across her pouty lips. Now she was ready. Eris loved peewee game night. It was amazing how many mortals attended children's events drunk, stoned, or blithely encouraging. Parents either bored out of their minds or neurotically focused on having their child the shining star. Parents who truly needed to find their own fifteen minutes of fame. Fear Factor, maybe. She would love to see these people eating bugs. She loved causing mayhem with these types of people. Belittling, controlling, never-satisfied, unloving, ungrateful parents. It was close enough to home to comfort the Goddess of Contention. </font> |
| Healing Old Wounds (tag: Pothos) |
[03 Apr 2008|11:33pm] |
She had left Asklepios with a heart that was both heavy and light at the same time, and a fair amount of confusion. There were a number of tangled threads inside her mind that needed to be unraveled. Things about her conversation with Doc that morning had left her feeling unsettled, but she couldn’t understand exactly why. Though there were other bits that had made her feel better than when she’d originally said hello. He didn’t blame her for anything that happened at the party, and while she didn’t feel that was entirely accurate, it felt good to know that her friend wasn’t holding it against her. And then, of course, there was her family and the meeting that she was not attending.
That was where the heaviness came from, mostly. She’d never ignored a summons before, never deliberately not responded to her father or mother. It was a conscious decision, the putting into practice the plan she had explained to Nemesis. She could not return to the Underworld, not so soon after what had happened. Perhaps not ever again, given that she really wasn’t sure that she could ever forgive some of her siblings for what they had done. She wanted to. She wanted to be a bigger person than that, but it hurt too much for her to take a step outside of her pain and be that generous.
( Maybe that’s what she was doing here )
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