Cancel Out the Day. (Reyna)

[kane hunter]

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He never asked for this, never wanted it, never dreamed of being the son of a goddess. When were there ever signs, was his father ever going to tell him about his mom? Too many questions came with this lifestyle that would go unanswered until the end of time. There were risks, doubt, betrayal, and yet he didn't mind. Despite the dangers in being a demigod, especially with an upcoming war, Kane didn't mind at all. Of course there were days when he wanted to go back to New York to see his father, but he had been training for nearly four years at Camp Half-Blood, leaving to see a man who could give a damn about him was out of the question.

Now he was across the country however many miles away from the only one-hundred percent real thing he had. For what? For a war that would one day be a children's story? The thing is... Kane knows now how real all of this is and he hates that it can't be stopped or slowed down in the least bit. Soon there would came a day when Roman and Greek demigod were going to have to fight with each other in order to be successful. That day seemed to be coming much too soon.

Being here in this new, Roman camp was different. They were so.. strict. Not that the Greek camp he had lived at for four year of his life was not strict, but the Romans seemed to be much more efficient. Maybe efficient is not the right word, but you get the idea. Greeks were efficient too. If they weren't, would they be as good hero-wise than they are now? No.

Kane had decided upon arrival that he didn't like the Romans at all. They were annoying to him, pushy, self absorbed. Not all of them were like that, but he tended to clump them all together to make life and judgments easier. Stereotypical... but he didn't care to think of all of them in a separate way,

Being here at Camp Jupiter for several months now allowed Kane to get into the swing of things here. Truth be told, he was nervous to leave Half Blood and start over again, but now that he was here it really wasn't all bad. He stayed out of people's way, hadn't talked too much like he normally would, he tended to stay toward the back now. It was just a matter of keeping himself under control. Unlike a lot of Athena's children, Kane had his father's temper. It was nothing too serious, but that side of him was there and active.

It was now late afternoon; lunch had been about two or three hours ago. Kane had made his way to the lake in attempt to get off of that giant boat. Ships and boats, they just weren't his thing, never had been. He had come off to the lake alone to sit there in the quiet, on land, and just think. That's exactly what he did. He was sitting a few feet from the water on the sandier part of the shore, one of his arms rested on his knees that while he drew a series of lines and boxes in the sand beside him. It was the outline of the town he had lived in before this whole demigod situation. Kane's eyes shifted from the sand to the water every few seconds though his drawing never stopped. His mind was blank, absolutely nothing was going on inside of his head. A rare moment, but then again it was a relaxing sort of feeling. He had the rest of the day to just relax.

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Word Count: six. one. eight.
Tagged: OPEN!
Notes: First post ever with
him... roughness. Sorry about
that! Things will get better.

[reyna drake]

whoa mona lisa ,
you're guaranteed to run this town

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it felt nice to get away. it did, even if she felt slightly - ever so slightly, but the feeling was still there - guilty at deserting her duties so, even for an afternoon. she felt guilty, but not enough to actually turn back and waste a perfectly lovely afternoon. a perfectly lovely day. the sun was shining, nary a cloud in the sky, the wind blowing just the perfect amount to create that perfect light breeze - a rather common day for camp jupiter, a place understandably blessed by the gods, but reyna drake rarely had time to enjoy such days, to appreciate them. it was rare that she indulged herself so, but roman that she was, her practical little soul refused to question her actions any further and allowed herself to just be. the deed was done, the leap taken - was she going to ruin her sinful little moment by second-guessing herself? it was lovely, that. that in itself was lovely. never had she liked her practical little roman soul more. reyna smiled to herself, smiled at her whimsy - whimsy begets even more whimsy, she was learning. and, at least for the moment, she cared not a jot. the moment would not last forever - that, she supposed, was why it was called a moment and not, say, eternity, but she wasn't about to push her luck. a moment was fine from where she stood, after spending the past several hours - the past several months, really - trying to reason with both percy and octavian, of trying to be fair to both and hear both out and not choke either. both sides had their supporters, and killing either wouldn't do her any favors. it wouldn't. truly. so long as she kept telling herself that, everything was fine.

but, the gods help her, she was tempted. the gods must have heard her pleas, however, for both were still standing, through no efforts of their own. if they kept goading one another, though, their fragile co-existence wouldn't last much longer. and that would be a shame, she supposed. if pressed, she would probably say that she wanted neither six feet under - though that would cut the time she spent in heated arguments by half. reyna drake did not do heated arguments, at least not without reaching for her blade, which wasn't at all a good-leader thing to do. she had to keep telling herself that as well, and for the most part was able to control her temper - but it was difficult. and - should a good leader, a truly good leader, born to hold the part, find it difficult? was she, after all she'd gone through, not really the best person to play praetor? she hated her self-doubt with a fury, recognizing it for the weakness, the fault, that it was, but it didn't make it not exist. she did her best, truly did, and for the most part it seemed to be enough. but she could see percy with his friends, obviously as much in command as he was part of a team, and she wondered what she did wrong. which wrong turn she took, which misdeed she did - because percy jackson was part of a team, a group, that he could depend on and trust, and she was alone at the top. it wasn't a feeling she was particularly happy with, on the exceedingly rare times she cared to think about it, but there seemed to be little she could do about it. she and jason were a team once, but than he disappeared and - as selfish as it sounds, she was left behind. percy appeared, and for a moment - a mere moment - all was well. now, however, he had his old team back, his old friends back - and reyna wasn't quite sure where that put her.

it was confusing, and she was confused, and she was supposed to be damned near perfect and she wasn't, no matter how well she was pretending. all things considered, if was no wonder that she sneaks away every once in a while. she deserved the break, really. it was only human, and she was half that. never mind that the other half was god, and she was half-bellona which meant that she strove for perfection even more than did normal demigods. hylla wouldn't have ran away - to call a spade a spade, which her very nature refused to do anything but - but her sister wouldn't have anything to run away from. hylla was stubborn, even more than her younger sister, and no one would have dared to even give her a sideways look. it must be lovely not to have people question your every move. exhaling softly, reyna twisted the ring on her finger - a present from her mother and a lot less innocent than it appeared - which was an anxious quirk of hers. she could sit behind her desk, all cool and composed, and be secretly twisting the ring like mad beneath the table. she was nearing the lake, where she had promised herself she'd turn back after a moment of admiring the still waters - she liked water, liked the cleansing rain, the powerful rivers, the mysterious open seas, but loved the calm lakes the very best - when she saw the figure of a male sitting at the very edge of the water. but it wasn't his being there that paused her steps, but rather the look of him, somehow pensive and sad. he made a sad image, which was a rather strange thought for her to have, but she thought it all the same.

and because she obviously wasn't feeling normal reyna took several more steps, steps that were slow and hesitant and not at all like her usual lengthy strides, biting one side of her inner cheek which was yet another anxious quirk. "would you mind some company? she asked before she even knew she was about to do so, and immediately blanched. she didn't even want company, never did, because they inevitably brought on problems, but his was an unfamiliar face, one that would mean nothing when all was said and done - he was no hylla who had brought her up and then left her, or jason who she'd trusted second only to her sister but had also left her, or percy who she'd thought would be a good friend but turned out to have more than enough friends of his own, or octavian who argued all the time and was so good at it that he rendered her a sullen, awkward girl. he was a no one, at least to her, and he might just be exactly what the doctor ordered.

TAGGED ! [/color]kane hunter.
NOTES ! this is my first post with reyn, so we're even!
WORDS ! one-one-three-three
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