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Meet Yourself - Freya and FreddieWhen the group of guys and gals had shown up from some parallel universe, most of the demigods had been initially distrusting of their counterparts. However, the two with purple hair had recognized the other almost immediately, and ran full-tilt at each other.
"Your hair is purple!" the boy nearly shrieked, touching the purple strands reverently. The girl giggled, and patted his hair.
"Yours is actually purple, and blonde, and so fucking cute!" she smiled, pecking his cheek.
"I'm Freddie Grayson," he smiled, pulling back and holding out a hand. She took it happily, shaking it enthusiastically.
"Freya Grayson," she grinned, patting her hair self-consciously. "And this isn't exactly real," she admitted.
"You still look beautiful, and I love you." Freddie said, smiling widely at her. Freya beamed and hugged him.
"I guess the secret of my real hair colour is out then," she sighed, as a few campers oogled the pair of them, pointing to Freddie in particular.
"They don't fucking matter. All d
Batman AU - Tell Me More"Bouchard," Reed yelled from his desk, "There's a representative from Strong here to comment on the break-in!"
"Send 'em in!" the commissioner hollered back from inside her office. She was pacing in front of a board, a map of Gotham posted up, push-pins of various colours showing where the past few break-ins had happened, and where the trails were going.
"That's quite the system," a dry voice commented from the doorway.
"Came up with it myself." she shot back, holding out a hand. "Commissioner Marcie Bouchard," she said.
"I hear you've got information for us," Marcie said, striding over to her board to put another pin on one of the Strong Inc. warehouses. Trent shrugged, taking a seat in one of the chairs opposite her desk.
"You're awfully uncooperative." Marcie said, narrowing her eyes at him.
"You haven't asked the right questions." Trent shot back, kicking his feet up on her desk. She glared at him, brown eyes glinting dangerously.
"What exactly do you do a
Twenties AU - RecruitedTrent twirled his hat in his hands as Reed pulled him into the speakeasy.
"Come on, it's a good crowd!" Reed laughed winking at Remy as she waited on one of the tables. "And it's not like you haven't been here before."
"I, yeah." Trent replied, taking a seat in one of the booths with his friend, setting his fedora on the table.
"Couple of the guys from work are gonna come by," Reed began, meeting his friend's eyes. "You should think about getting another job, with your dad..." he trailed off.
"Friend looking for a job Reed?" a silky accented voice drawled from nearby. Trent's eyes shot over to look at the gold-clad woman leaning on their table, brown curls trailing down her back, bound by a simple headband.
"That he is Miss Bouchard." Reed grinned, nodding respectfully as he leaned back in his seat. Trent squirmed under her gaze and offered her a shy smile and outstretched his hand.
"Trent Baker, ma'am."
"Call me Marcie, Mr. Baker. Any relation to Aiden Baker?" the brunette
tell me a storyTell me a story;
With princesses and dragons, happy-endings and kisses, just like the ones I liked to hear as a child. Some action, maybe a duel or two, but mostly romance. You know how I like the romance, despite never getting any. Help me fall asleep, one last time. Speak to me soothingly, and stroke my hair as my eyelids flutter closed, lashes brushing my cheek as I lay to rest.
When I am asleep, I will dream. In this dream, I will be forever young, immortal as only a dreamer can be, travelling the world and seeing the sights. Free passage up the Eiffel Tower, to Greece to see the temples, to Tibet to see the snow-capped mountains. I will sit in the movie theatres and watch the stories play out, scare the couples in the back row, and make shapes in front of the projector; not that you will see them.
It will be a favour, to all of you, once I am asleep. Resting and dreaming peacefully, there will be no need for any of you to fret. Don't worry about me; you'll soon forget I existed. T
Meet Yourself - Stella and SalThe two Italians regarded each other warily, the boy crossing his lean raglan-covered arms, the girl setting her manicured nails on her wide hips. A few younger campers passed by the two, recognized the girl from their camp, and immediately scurried off when they saw the expression on her face.
Stella Corleone was not someone to fuck with. And right now, someone was seriously fucking with her.
"Salvador Corleone," the boy smirked, straightening his shoulders. "The second."
"Stella Corleone," she said impassively, narrowing her eyes. "The first."
"How high and mighty." he drawled. "Call me Sal. Can I call you Stell?"
"No." she replied, narrowing her eyes even more until they were only slits. "You can't be me." she said, flicking her eyes over him.
"You can't be me. My hips would never be that big." he said, scrunching his nose up. Stella didn't move a muscle, but her hands itched to go to her revolver on her belt and shoot him. However, no one could tell what kind of rift in the time co
Tribute Directory: Glory
Name: Glory Caesar
Meaning: Glory glorious, Caesar title given to Roman emperors
Ethnicity: Could be considered a mix of what used to be the Scandinavian countries (Denmark, Norway, Sweden, etc.)
District: 2 (Masonry)
Current Residence: D2 Capitol - Arena
Birthday: March 18
Hair Colour: White blonde
Hair style: Chin-length and curly, she always leaves it down, unless forced otherwise
Eye Colour: Green
Skin Tone: Pale
Weight: 140 lbs
Build: Lean and muscular, more muscles in her arms then legs
Clothing Style: Androgynous. She likes to match her twin as much as possible. Baggy pants and loose shirts are more her style then anything.
Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: Has her right cartilage pierced. Victor has the left. It's one of the only ways people can tell them apart. The earrings were a matched set that belonged to their great-great grandmother, and are small gold hoops.
High Atop the Ferris WheelEvening sunlight was casting shadows on the well-trodden grass beneath the carnival rides and midway stations. Wind ruffled Trent's hair as the roller-coaster took a deep drop, and there was a sudden pain in his hand, from where his girlfriend was digging her nails into his palm. His other hand went to his pocket, holding the small velvet box tightly.
"Uh, Marce?" he groaned out over the rush of wind from the roller-coaster. The compact seats were making him slightly uncomfortable, and her nails in his palm weren't helping.
"Oh, sorry!" Marcie screamed, as the car made a sharp turn and then slowed to a stop. "Are you okay?" she asked suddenly, turning to see his grim face and the red welts in his palm.
"Fine, perfect actually." Trent replied, clapping a hand over his mouth.
"Let's get you out of here," she sighed, leading him out of the roller-coaster padlock and over to where the port-a-potties and garbage cans were. Gently, Marcie stroked his hair as he threw up in the trash can.
The Owl's Web - Chapter 1: Two Minutes to SpareSwords were clashing against each other, bright and shining under the glare of the July sun. Campers parried and dodged blows, the clang of metal against metal harsh on everyone's ears.
Everyone, that is to say, but a certain son of Poseidon.
"Parry!" he yelled, green eyes gleaming in the sunlight. "Thrust, dodge! Keep them on their toes, you've got to stay unpredictable!"
"Can't we have a break Percy?" a newly claimed son of Hypnos whined, dropping his sword onto the dusty ground of the training arena. "We've been at this all morning!"
"And you're dead." his opponent, a daughter of Hecate, said, holding her sword against the boy's dark throat.
"Good job Jamie, and Theo, you're gonna have to work a bit harder." Percy said, smiling gently at the two young campers. "It won't kill you to stay awake."
"Real funny," Theo groused, picking his sword up to swing it at Jamie's head haphazardly. She snorted and blocked it quickly, sending the blade flying out of his grasp.
"Thanks, I try." Percy
Meet Yourself - Addy and AlecAddy looked up at her male counterpart, who'd happily introduced himself as Alec. He was taller then she was, by a fair bit, and had a guitar strapped to his back.
"You play guitar?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"A bit yeah, Marc taught me. Said it was dishonourable for a son of Apollo not to play any sort of instrument." Alec snorted, then looked down at her. "Do you play any music?"
"I can barely read music," she admitted, fiddling with the edge of her t-shirt. "Marcie's tried to teach me, but nothing's really stuck. We tried writing poetry, but...well it was a disaster."
Alec nodded seriously, understanding written plainly on his kind face. "I will never again write poetry. I think I had a vision from Dad telling me that haikus were my calling. That's the day I decided to pursue music."
"I happen to excel at archery though." Addy grinned, fingering her hair clips. Alec's face burst into a grin.
"Ditto. And...are you with uh...Kali the guy?" he asked, gesturing to the Hawaiians, wh
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