Sore Thumb [Solo!]

[thalia grace]

HOW CAN YOU BE SO COLD AS THE WINTER WIND WHEN IT BREEZE JUST REMEMBER THAT YOU
TALKING TO ME YOU NEED TO WATCH THE WAY YOU'RE TALKING

Camp Jupiter was a very ... odd place. Especially for Thalia, who had never really ever settled into Camp Half-Blood, except for a few very short months. She was used to the roads, to forests, really she was used to everything but camp. She loved the routine of it all, everything had it's own place and everything fell seamlessly, brick by brick, into the right positions. They really were an army - it was no wonder that they were able to hold their own. However, even if they were strong, Thalia had no doubt in her mind that the Greeks could take them, if need be. She knew it wasn't the right way to think, however, that had never stopped her before. She knew how things worked in war, even though she wasn't a child of Ares she was a child of Zeus, and she was a leader - she knew how to stand in the front of a machine that was falling apart and make it work again, just as she knew how to stand in front of a well-oiled machine and give it commands to bring it to it's full potential. She could go both ways, but then again, maybe it was because she took so much after her father - as did Jason, something she was proud of. If either of them had taken after Isabelle, she knew that she would never be able to live with it - even if it wasn't either of their faults.

Her thoughts were everywhere and nowhere at the same time as she walked through the Forum, passing legion members and New Romans alike. She felt like an outsider in her silver camo, but then again, when had she been anything but an outsider? Her circlet sat atop her head, her long hair flowing, and she actually felt like going and turning back around, and going to find Jason. Or Annabeth. Or ... no, just the two of them. There was no one else. She shrugged it off, and kept walking - she had come to New Rome to get away from all of the Greeks and their anxiousness and all the responsibility that was being shown in the very air of Camp Jupiter. The legion was nervous, the Greek army was nervous, and Thalia didn't do nervousness well. It was almost like a cut-off-air feeling, and she didn't take to it well. She didn't take to a lot of things well, when it came to this move. Then again, a lot had changed, and even though she was the type to move with change easily, even this made her stop and have to think.

She wasn't the type of person to people watch, but she didn't feel like coffee and she didn't feel like going into any of the restaurants. She didn't know what to do with herself - a feeling that was quickly becoming familiar to the daughter of Zeus. She was usually productive, doing something or involved in something - not a busy body, but she was always somewhere. It was hard to just sit back and relax when you had ADHD, and Thalia knew this from experience. Since she was the daughter of someone very powerful as well, she had it as one of the worst cases. She really had to thank her father for that at some point - all the lucky demigods with their lovely battle reflexes that came in handy at the oddest moments. She withheld a snort, and looked around. Everyone was involved in their own business, and there she was, a sore thumb in the best of places, surrounded by people that she didn't know. She really was something.

TAGGED ?! solo~
WORD COUNT ?! six twenty four
MUSE ?! eh, so-so
NOTES ?! this is gunna get ugly, fast.
CREDITS ?! credit to OH HAI BBY! of caution two point oh for the graphics. credit to kanye west with his song heartless for the lyrics.

[solo rose]

Solo was an oddity, an outcast from all, but himself, and his companion Duos. He needed no one, and no one needed him. A dangerous way to think for a Roman. They prided themselves on their ability to work well together. Not him...Never him he relied on no one, but himself, and he would have to be dead in order to say otherwise. Walking around New Rome he was trying to find a safe place for himself, and Duos to rest, but the two headed Hell Hound didn't seem to mind walking either. His Stygian Iron Rapier was at his side, and he was just wandering aimlessly around. Isolated, alone, an outcast. Icy rage bubbled into the surface of his eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to show his father that he was a true prince of the underworld...His father...Another touchy subject.

He hated people who knew their parents well. Solo had only ever seen his father twice, and both of those times were on the day that he ran away from it all. Ever since he had cut all ties to the outside world. He didn't need them...I don't need anyone.. he thought to himself as he looked at the two headed Hell Hound before him. It had been a gift from his father, a direct pup straight from Cerberus hence the two heads. Duos was his only real friend though, and he wouldn't let any harm ever befall the Hell Hound. It was bustling throughout New Rome today, people were going about their lives as if nothing was wrong, but everything was wrong....

The greeks had found them, and wanted an alliance with them, in order to stop some kind of threat. Solo was whole heartedly convinced that the Romans on their own could take down whatever threat was impending their people. He himself would personally slay every monster that came his way, and show the Greeks what a real warrior was like. All of those hoity toity people, and wanting to be friends. Pathetic. In the end you could only count on yourself, and your blade, and that is how he would live his life. Duos was right beside him, and he started acting funny sniffing the air with both of his noses, and growling dangerously. Solo snapped out of his thoughts, and began to look around. Someone who was not suppose to be here was here.

That is when he saw her. Clothed in silver, her long black hair, and his blood boiled with rage. "What are you doing here Greek!" he spat the last word out like it was bad tasting food. How dare they think that they could just come into a sacred city. There was something else about her that Solo didn't like either he didn't know what it was, but he could detect a faint sense of superiority from her. His jet black hair seemed to grow darker, and his brilliant blue eyes glowed with venom, and the fear that he naturally radiated grew stronger. He was not very happy about a Greeks presence in New Rome...

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