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Post by palmer canton on Nov 30, 2011 19:41:30 GMT -5
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It had been about six months since Palmer found out that she was a demigod. Six months since she had gotten to the camp. Six months of being bossed around and constantly late to just about everything. The most complicated six months of her life had just passed and she still had never met the person accountable for this craziness. It was his fault, Apollo's fault that she ended up here. It wasn't her choice to become a "hero". What kind of dream was that anyway? To be on TV, to be a famous actress was her dream. It was a real dream. What would being a "hero" ever get her? Nothing! Maybe her name in a history book... maybe. If she was lucky. But who ever reads those books anyways? It wasn't the same kind of fame.
Palmer grew up with a stepsister that pretty much tried to kill her multiple times. There was a scar across her hand to prove the time Brittany had thrown the knife across the room. Stitches should have been involved but her step father was too busy with something else. Her mom was gone. All of the time. Palm grew up with the thought that her father was dead. Died before she was born. Now she had one? Apparently he never cared to try to say hi or something. Anything. Instead he was just never seen and never heard. Now she was supposed to fight for him? For something she didn't fully understand. For people who could care less if any of these demigods here died.
After being around for a while Palmer had met people from both sides of the camp. Roman and Greek. She preferred to stick with the Greeks but to her it was all the same. A few people had mentioned the temples, asking if she had ever visited her fathers. Of course she tole them no and they finally convinced her to make her way into the gold color building. It was maybe nine o'colck at night, not exactly late, but not early. Palmer had left the ship to come visit Apollo's temple. She didn't know what to do or say, she was just going to sit there so that when people asked she could tell them she had paid him a visit. End of story.
The temple was gold colored with a statue in the middle of, what she assumed to be, Apollo. Palmer was humming as she entered, moving her head side to side as she usually did when she was humming something. Her hands rested in the pockets of her yellow hoodie. Her blonde hair was down and resting on her shoulders. This was how she looked most of the time and she was going to look the same way as she always did when going up to the temple. She didn't care that much.
In a way she was excited to be there. Her friends had mentioned that she would possibly be able to talk to her father if she went. Problem was Palmer didn't know what to say. She had mixed emotions about him. One minute she hated the sun god's guts, the next she wished she had been able to meet him. At the moment, walking into the temple, all of her emotions just clumped together. Palmer walked right up the statue, looked up at it, and narrowed her eyes a bit. "I don't like you." She mumbled before crossing her arms. The words were barely audible, even in her own ear. Now she was just standing there, if nothing happened soon she was planning to turn around, leave, and never step foot in there again.
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Post by lord apollo on Dec 7, 2011 20:53:14 GMT -5
 you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESIST J U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Gods had definitely been starting to pay more attention to their children, even if from afar. After Percy Jackson had made them, by an oath on the River Styx, make an effort to pay attention, they had really felt more connected to them, even from a distance. It was unfortunate and a bit saddening to hear some of their thoughts, of how distant they were. Apollo, personally, blamed Zeus for that. He would easily be around his children, or at least helping them in their archery and music, if he was allowed to. Though, as a...bender of the rules of his father, he really had no excuses. If he had the real passion to connect with all of his offspring, he most likely would have.
And that thought weighed heavily on his conscience. He had started to neglect some of his other duties, outside the Sun Mazeradi, of course, to start spying on his children in Camp Jupiter. Even though this was the domain of the Romans, he had always been more fond of his Greek counterpart and remained as such. No one could ever really tell though. He responded to the same name in both cultures, and never changed his appearance. The God had found a look that exuded sexuality, and had received much attention in this form. Like hell he was going to drop that benefit any time soon.
One of his children had only recently been announced, but he remembered her mother fondly. They had met in Vegas, the city that never sleeps. Apollo had always found himself enjoying the modern concept of the city, and the endless supply of fun and surprises. Apollo would often find himself playing music, using it as a way to attract people. He usually ended up with plenty of lays a night, if the pickening was ripe. But this girl was special. She didn't approach him out of sole physical attraction. The God could sense admiration, respect, genuine interest in him. She saw past his ruse, and was entranced by his music.
It didn't take long for him to fall in love with the aspiring musician. Once she became impregnated, however, he disclosed who he truly was, and had to leave. But Palmer had become one of his special children, one he payed close attention to. Hearing her thoughts of abandonment and isolation were the worst. He had always hoped that at some point, the woman he had loved would tell her daughter the truth. But it had all happened so fast, and he couldn't blame anyone but himself.
He sensed her approaching his temple, and seized the opportunity. The God embodied the statue, and was there as she entered. The words stung, but he felt they weren't as passionate as they should be, which gave him hope. "You don't really mean that, do you?" He emerged from his statue, and stood before her, shrinking into his preferred state. It was slightly awkward, him being in a form only a few years older than his own daughter, but it didn't matter to him, and he knew it wouldn't matter to her either.
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Post by palmer canton on Dec 7, 2011 21:24:46 GMT -5
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The words 'I don't like you' had come out of her mouth quietly through gritted teeth. There was no intention for anyone to hear it, then again there was no one else there so why care who heard what? Wrong. Someone was there, that someone being Apollo. Palmer waited for a moment, her hands remained in the front pocket of the yellow sweatshirt. Palmer was impatient and about two second after she spoke she was ready to turn around, and go to bed. She sighed with obvious frustration before she saw something that she hadn't expected in a billion years. Someone coming out of the statue. A giant someone.
Palmer was easy to read. Her emotion at the moment was usually plastered on her face for the rest of the world to see. Some may say she was an "open book". At this moment her eyes widened and she took a few steps back without thinking about it. Holy- what jus-- wait. What? Pieces of words and sentences scrolled through her mind as she watched the figure grow, well not grow, shrink, to the size of an average human. Palmer was now able to look at the person standing before her without killing her neck to look up. Did that really jus-- I'm going crazy. Sure she had been told what it was like to be in the presence of a god. A real life actual god. Nothing was like the experience of seeing it for yourself though.
When he responded to her previous comment, the one that she figured no one heard, Palmer snapped back into reality. Her face took on a more confused expression now as she shook her head no for a moment, paused, nodded yes, paused, and nodded no once more before blurting out "Well I really don't know right now." The words were rushed, she had other things to think about at the moment. Like for starters, his age. Palmer paused for a moment before asking "Shouldn't you be like a billion and five by now?" All this time thinking about what she would say, how she would act, what the first time meeting the God of the Sun would be like and she had blown it. Already.
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Post by lord apollo on Dec 7, 2011 22:28:14 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESIST J U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The God looked down at his daughter, analyzing her. She was dressed in her golden jacket, something he appreciated. He had always taken a fondness to deeper shades of yellow, and he even subconsciously took credit for her decision in jacket. The girl was incredibly easy to read. Usually, being a God, he was able to sense or read even the most complex of mortals, but with her, he didn't even have to try. He had seen her before, and her reactions were as plain as the day that he brought. She was so confused, and flushed, and he could see the flickering of thoughts in her eyes. Her response was on the tip of her tongue, but her head showed a back and forth.
"Oh, come on now, Palmer. I know you're frustrated with me. Well, absence of me. It's a very common demigod conflict, nowadays. We're all just busier than we used to be, and can't connect with our children as much. You feel deprived and abandoned. It's understandable." He took a breathe. Normally, he was one of the more "out of control" Gods, though that is a very low standard to fill. With Dionysus on sobriety now, there wasn't too much "fun" in the Gods anymore. Too much impending doom, apocolpyse, grandma Earth attacking, yada yada yada. He knew what was going to happen, but, being the God of Prophecy, he never let the idea of the future even remotely affect him. Negativity did nobody any good, in the long run.
Hearing her comment about his theoretical age, he chuckled. It escalated into a light laughter, completely devoid of any intent to seem condescending. "You're great. I sometimes forget, watching you shoot arrows, that you haven't been exposed to this world near as much as others." The idea of his daughter having a time before believing in him seemed almost unfathomable. Though, it was nearly impossible to relate to a mortal, even one of his descent. "Gods can appear in literally any shape or size. We are immortal, therefore even aging and time can't touch us." His statements and explanations sounded much more formal than he normally was. Must be the influence of this Roman lifestyle around me.
He analyzed his daughter, directly, up close. "You know, you look so much like your mother. She was wonderful. As you may know, love isn't really my thing. This may be awkward hearing coming from your father, but I'm kind of the...most loose of the Gods. Since the big guys decided to stop having kids...officially anyway, I've kind of become the guy with the most offspring." It was funny, saying it out loud. He was basically the slut of the Gods. Even Aphrodite sometimes was surprised at how frequently he...interacted with mortals. "Not to make you feel unimportant. You are very unique. You are the daughter of a woman I actually had feelings for. You are special, even if only to me."
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Post by palmer canton on Dec 7, 2011 23:44:12 GMT -5
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This was more than she had ever expected out of her trip to the temple. What happened in her mind was she would walk in, walk out, and not think about it for the next ten years. Instead this turned into the first official meeting between father and daughter, despite how it actually looked. He only looked a few years older than herself. All of this, every single bit was strange to someone who hadn't been exposed to this kind of scenario before. It was weird for Palm to listen to Apollo talk about how he had known that she was frustrated with him, that she didn't hate him but at the same time she didn't want to be his best friend. He knew that, it was like he could read her mind. Not literally, but still. When he finished pretty much saying everything she was thinking all she could make herself do was shrug.
After the age comment Palmer wanted to turn around and start over another time. She wasn't dumb. Her comment was stupid and out of line, but the way the God shook it off and explained immortality caught her attention. No way! I want to be immortal too! The idea of never getting old was rather appealing. Stay like this forever. That would be a dream come true.
There was another moment of silence before Apollo spoke again. He seemed to be studying her just as she was studying him. He looked nothing like how she pictured her father, maybe it was that he was so young? No wonder why her mom fell for him. Speaking of good old Carly, he brought her up. This took Palmer by surprise considering she never thought that this moment would come and she couldn't picture her mom with anyone except Ryan, her step father. Apparently her dad had gotten around and at this point Palmer had an expression on her face that read 'stop' as she shook her head a little. He finished saying that Carly had been one he actually had feelings for and the Palmer was special to him because of it. Palm couldn't help but scoff under her breath. "She's a flight attendant now. Never home but that's probably so she can get away from the jerk she married." He hadn't asked, but what Palmer thinks, Palmer says.
For almost sixteen years she had gone through life believing the lie that her father was dead. He was gone and never coming back. Now she was standing here, at night, in some temple, talking to her actual dad. All of this seemed like a scene out of a ghost movie. Totally ridiculous. "Wait so you've really watched me shoot arrows before? When?" Her mind had back tracked to some comment that was said before. Thinking about it put Palmer back into the particularly happy mood she was usually in. Not that it took much for her moods to go back and forth.
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Post by lord apollo on Dec 14, 2011 15:52:50 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESIST J U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Apollo was staring into the eyes of his daughter. It had been a long time since he was able to make this direct of contact with any of his children, and the silently watching from afar hadn't done much for him. He knew that as a God, especially the one known for being the most...interactive with mortals, he shouldn't really consider himself too fatherly of a figure. However, there was the legitimately sentimental side that nobody really ever saw, including his twin sister. Over the centuries, he had learned that it was much easier to deal with this endless life if he didn't bother involving himself with actual emotions, they only ended up fading away, even when he never would.
Having had watched and followed Palmer and her mother through their life, he already knew about her situation. It saddened him to see, hear, and feel the distaste the young girl felt for her mother, but he couldn't blame her. While Carly was wonderful, it seemed that her experience with the God hadn't done her any good. Since Palmer's birth, he could constantly see less and less of her the woman he had sought out, the woman he thought he started to care about. Sometimes, he would blame Zeus for that. His father prevented any of the Gods from having any direct contact with mortals, even when they were special to them. It was probably something of spite, given that, including himself, Hera opposed any sort of children of Zeus that weren't born to her. He wasn't allowed to even acknowledge his children, for their benefit, so he made sure none of his Godly children were able to enjoy that luxury either.
Apollo sighed, before speaking again. "I know your mother has become more and more distant. I blame myself for that. Your life hasn't been luxurious. You were not afforded the comfortable life of having two loving parents always around. But you are stronger and have made it through in spite of it. In a way, you are similar to myself." Gods rarely talked about their weak points, their insecurities. It made them on an equal level as mortals, and few Gods ever wanted to admit their faults. But he was talking to his daughter, a young girl who needed the relatability and understanding of a father. "I understand what it is like, growing up around adults who don't necessarily enjoy your presence..." He wasn't ignorant enough to directly state what he was thinking, with the specifics of Hera's name being brought up. Her authority and presence was undeniably higher than his own, and to question or undermine any other God was stupid, even for Apollo.
The question about him watching her dragged him, too, away from the more somber thoughts. He smiled, and chuckled a little bit. "Just because Zeus has prevented us from making extensive direct contact doesn't mean most of us don't keep an eye out on our children. Of course I observe your archery. It's one of my prides, and I'd be irresponsible to allow a child of mine to struggle in that art." While he was still unsure about Hera's decision to combine the Greek and Roman demigods, he certainly was grateful to be able to observe all of his children practicing at once. "Whenever you have been shooting, it's a good bet I was there to admire, and maybe offer words of advice, in the form of your subconscious." While he was one to stretch the boundaries of the Gods, the extent to which he would go was helping in technique. He would never jeopardize the balance between mortals and immortals.
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Post by palmer canton on Dec 14, 2011 18:50:59 GMT -5
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When it came down to the big picture, the life Palmer had once lead wasn't all that bad. She had friends, education, a roof over her head, you know, all of the basics. Sure most kids grew up with more but she never cared about all of that. She understood why Carly had to leave so often, she was bringing in money to pay for her kid. There was no reason to dislike someone over that. Ryan and Brittany, they were just obstacles. Basically Palmer had enough sense to know that she was one of the luckier ones in the world if you compared her childhood to others around the world.
Now Palmer was standing here, hands in her pockets, looking up at her father, someone she never expected to meet, and listening to what sounded kind of like an apology. She wasn't sure if that was how the miniature lecture was supposed to sound, but that was how Palmer took it. As Apollo spoke she kept her eyes on the ground, looking up now and then. He blamed himself and for some reason that made Palmer feel better. Then he understood? Palmer's eyes rose back to her father's. Her head tilted to one side, eyes narrowing slightly as she thought. It took a few moments but then she remembered what she had learned back in school. They did a bit of greek and roman mythology, and despite Palm's horrible memory she had done well on that test. Now she knew why. "So parent issues run in the family, huh?" She cracked a smile as she spoke. The words were lighter than the mood in the room but what comes to mind is usually said out loud in the world of Palmer Canton.
"Wait so you've really watched me shoot arrows before? When?" Her mind had back-tracked to a previous comment. Hearing that he had been there all this time made Palmer smile for some unknown reason. The funny thing is, the advice he would give was one hundred percent true. She had heard it a few times but Palm just figured she was going crazy and didn't say anything to anyone else. Her hands came out of the pocket of her jacket, allowing her arms to fold over her chest. "I change my mind. You're not so bad -- I guess." That last 'I guess' was spoken with obvious sarcasm while the rest of the statement was spoken normally. After this short amount of time she had spent with the sun god she really couldn't 'not like' him. He was so straight forward and genuine with her that the change in heart was inevitable.
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