returns - for rainyShe hasn't moved much since the Antarctic. It was hard to do anything after that, after watching her golden speedster fade away into a tornado of black-hole energy. She's lying in Kendra's bed, thankful for her friend's hospitality and company.
Louise hurts. Her heart is always in pain, her eyes are never dry, and everything is just too much. She doesn't eat, she barely sleeps. Her dreams are only of smiling green eyes and soft red hair, and she wakes with a sob. She can't keep herself thinking straight, and sometimes the bottle of sleeping pills is too tempting.
Kendra isn't home, and Louise is lying on the couch, mindlessly watching the television when the doorbell rings. She sighs heavily, shaking her head slightly. Cam probably forgot his key, and Louise almost wants to let him stay outside. Instead, she curses herself as she wraps the blanket around her shoulders, feeling too cold without her speedster's warmth, and unsteadily walks towards the door.
She doesn't speak as she unloc
Liam Trow - Older Extended Profile
Name: Arthur Liam Trow
Arthur - Unknown (possibly bear)
Liam - will and protection (preferred name)
Trow – faithful, true
Nicknames (if any):
Ethnicity (broken-down): Paternal grandmother was German, paternal grandfather was Welsh. Can trace English and Irish heritage as well.
Birthplace: Cardiff, Wales
Hometown: St. Louis, Missouri
Country: United States
Places Lived (unless they haven't moved):
Cardiff, Wales (birth to age 4)
St. Louis, Missouri, USA (age 4+)
Camp Half-Blood (summers since he was 11)
Weight: 170 lbs
Blood Type: A positive
Birthday: August 13
Greek Zodiac: Leo
Chinese Zodiac: Ox
Eye Color: Stormy grey
Hair Color: Light blonde
Scars/Piercings/Tattoos: Horizontal scars along his upper left arm from arrow-fire in his first Capture the flag, a thin line tracing down his right thigh from a sword wound, and lots of little scars and nicks from other demigod-ish activities.
Physical Description: Lia
bros helping bros - for moosieTrent doesn't know how he's friends with so many children of Hermes, and is seriously questioning his association with them when Jesse drags him through camp in the middle of the night with several mysterious bags that he forces the son of Hephaestus to carry.
“So what exactly, is happening here?” Trent asks, as Jesse hushes him with a wave of his hand, the light from the lava wall illuminating their path. “There's no one out here,” the taller boy says, and he hears his friend snort.
“We're preparing for tomorrow,” Jesse says as he grabs one of the bags from Trent, throwing the contents at the lava wall. “Got that from the snow kid,” he says, and Trent narrows his eyes as the lava freezes on the wall.
He tilts his head as Jesse sabotages most of the training area and raises an eyebrow, opening his mouth to ask a question before Jesse throws him a bag. “Go put that in the stables, okay? It won't hurt the pegasi, it's just...a diversi
ssik em m'i hsiri“Happy Saint Patrick's Day,” Ainslee chirped, setting out the plates of green pancakes on the table. Lolly and Conner emerged not so stealthily from her room, taking their seats at the table.
“Thanks Auntie,” Lolly said happily, as Conner yawned loudly, covering his mouth with the crook of his elbow. Ainslee laughed and patted Conner on the head, setting a large stack on pancakes on his plate, with maple syrup dripping down the sides.
“Thanks,” he said shyly, as Brennan came out of his room, tugging a green shirt over his head, adjusting his glasses as he sat down. “Where's Zee?” Conner asked, raising an eyebrow.
Brennan flushed, running a hand through his hair as he reached for the orange juice, pouring two glasses. “Uh, she's still asleep,”
Ainslee raised an eyebrow and Brennan slumped in his chair. “Go wake her up then! We're having a family breakfast!”
Conner looked up at Ainslee with wide eyes, as Lolly wrappe
lingerie - for hoziThe lace is soft against her fingers, and Cherry smiles as she arranges her growing collection on her bed with pride. She stands up and giggles quietly as she looks at the lingerie sitting on her bed, setting down the stockings gently after folding them carefully.
She tugs on her long red curls slightly, trying to hold in her happiness. Cherry doesn't know why, but nothing quite makes her so happy as looking over her collection of beautiful, lace lingerie. Except of course, wearing any of her pieces. Cherry smoothes a hand over her favourite pair of black lace stockings, before lifting her grey garter up between her fingers with a sigh.
Her corsets lie carefully placed on her pillows and she smiles, touching the black fabric, fingers coasting down the gentle wiring of the corset.
Confidence doesn't come easily to Cherry, but she thinks with these beautiful bits of lace she can be beautiful. Carefully she picks up the pieces and folds them gently, before setting them in her drawer
the wild, wild, really wild, west - for leoThe doors swing open, and two men walk into the bar arrogantly, the dust from the ground swirling as their heavy boots stomp across the floorboards. One goes to the bar, the other to a table, and they smirk.
The atmosphere has changed from comfortable, with a happy little piano tune being played in the corner, to near silent. They're recognizable if only because they are nearly identical – the infamous Stoll brothers.
“Whiskey,” the brother at the bar orders, before looking over to the girl sitting at the bar, her skirt riding up to expose dark skin. She's got impossibly blue eyes, and he can't help but smirk. Poor girl, all alone out in the middle of nowhere. The barkeeper hands him his drink, and he slides over to her confidently.
“Hello,” she says demurely, and he grins, tipping his hat at her.
“Hullo miss,” he says, smiling disarmingly at her, “I'm Conner,” he says, a hand reaching out to touch her leg, when an axe sinks i
prison - for moosieShe paces her cell, blue eyes darting angrily around the small space with a sort of paranoia. Elenore had never been one to be kept inside, and now that there were bars as well as walls, well, she wasn't doing so good.
Solitary confinement wasn't that great either. She didn't have anything to write on the walls with, so she settled for ripping her jumpsuit up in hopes of making herself appear tougher, more frightening to the other inmates she could see. Most of the other women were a lot older then she was, but Elenore knows that she's the most dangerous girl in the prison.
“Lookin' at something, bub?” she snaps, when the guard shoves her food through the bars, and he sneers at her. Elenore flashes him the bird close to the bars, her chipped nail just barely scraping his helmet.
“Nothin' to look at,” he sneers, and she turns her back on him to eat her food. It's crappy, and she misses camp, misses the sun, misses her freedom. She misses her friends, what few she
paints - for emilyHe blasts the music to drown the pain, and maybe he'll go deaf in a few years. Then he might as well change his name to Tommy, and start playing pinball. Reed narrows his eyes at the blank canvas in front of him before changing the song on his iPod and reaching for a paintbrush.
The colours are bright in his good eye, and he keeps brushing the paint over the canvas, and he wonders what exactly it is that he's painting. But art is up to interpretation, so like his English essays, he can always make up some bullshit meaning. Unlike his English essays though, he hopes people will accept his bullshit.
Reed stares critically at his canvas before splashing more paint on it. It could use more colour he thinks, despite the already warring blues and reds, the bright yellow and the splashes of green. The shape is starting to look a bit like a head, and he goes with it, lifting a hand to carefully smear the paint into curls and uses a little flick of his finger to create swirls and okay, th