' half-blood university ✧ - closed

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( marcie )xxxxxx ( daughter of aphrodite )xxxxxx ( in the common room ) xxxxxx( tagged: thea, izzy, polly, demetrios)



xxxxxxMarcie didn’t understand what game Polly was trying to play. Sometimes the two were friendly, sometimes Polly just seemed to want to stir things up for the sake of it. Marcie could only guess it was in the job description of being a child of Nemesis, so she had learned to go along with it a long time ago. “In your wildest dreams,” she replied with a smile. Talking to Polly felt like dealing with a viper you stumbled upon in the sand. The fact that she never knew what to expect unnerved her, but at the same time she felt like the two of them were a lot alike. Maybe too similar in fact. “Probably. I assume my brother will be going, so I might tag along. I suppose you'll be in attendance? There's always an opportunity for some chaos at these things.”
xxxxxxMarcie wasn’t the type for parties. They were too public. It always felt like a thousand eyes were watching your every move and monitoring you. Not the best place for a girl who was already paranoid all the time. Nevertheless, she usually found herself at the school events anyway because Demetrios insisted. He had always been the more sociable one. Marcie on the other hand preferred to spend her time reading a book or with people she actually liked (note: this group included about two people, one of which wasn’t even speaking to her at the moment). Without Bev by her side, she’d probably end up stealing a bottle of wine and tucking herself away in a corner to avoid the maniacs who attended the university. Marcie wasn’t a complete snob, but she couldn’t help but look down her nose at some of the idiots she encountered in the halls.
xxxxxxMarcie's phone vibrated in her pocket. Demetrios had finally managed to text her back with some optimistic advice regarding her hopeless love life. Different women... Marcie sighed and turned her head to glance at Thea once more. The whole situation made her feel like a pathetic mess, but she couldn't get the girl out of her head and it made her want to lobotomize herself. There was nothing she hated more than being out of control and not being able to control these arising feelings scared her to death. Marcie and Demetrios were opposites in this regard. While Demetrios managed to avoid any form of commitment and was always casual about love and life, Marcie either didn't care at all or she cared so much her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. It made her feel sick sometimes. "Unfortunately, it seems that way, dear brother," she texted back. "I'm in the common room. Waiting for Isabelle, so we can discuss a project... I think they should start qualifying working with her as a form of torture. I'm being tortured." Marcie was always dramatic texting her brother but would never say that to anyone else if only to save face. Fake politeness around people she didn't really like was her specialty. Not to mention Marcie would never breathe a word of her problems to other people. "Okay but promise to tell me EVERYTHING." Marcie was naturally very nosy. She and Demetrios could spend hours discussing other people's drama and laughing about it. One thing that never got old at Half-Blood University was the gossip. There never seemed a lack of breakups, love triangles, cheating, or new relationships. It felt like a real-life soap opera sometimes. The only problem was that Marcie had somehow found herself in the center of a soap opera storyline of her own making.
xxxxxxMarcie hovered over Isabelle with folded arms as she finished her paper, smirking just a bit whenever she'd make a mistake and would have to rewrite a sentence. She couldn't help it. Being just a little cruel was probably flowing through her veins at this point like a poison absorbed into her bloodstream. Sometimes she thought about what her dear mother would have to say about it all. Was she disappointed? Was she proud? Deep inside she knew Aphrodite probably didn't even care, which was the worst option. The idea that her existence didn't even cross her mother's mind made her blood boil. Aphrodite was known for her favoritism and it had always been very clear that Marcie didn’t belong in the golden child category. She told herself she didn’t care. Two could play at that game. What she didn’t like to admit was that it was clearly eating away at her.
xxxxxxIsabelle finishing her paper pulled her out of her thoughts. “Hm? I assume we can just figure out who will be presenting which part and then we can meet up after we do research? Unless you have a better plan.” She just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. She was willing to take the backseat on this one because unlike Isabelle, Marcie didn’t give a damn about her major. The only reason she was even studying political science was that she grew up around it and it was easy. She couldn’t imagine herself ever going into politics as a career. Too many bad memories. Too much bad blood. In reality, she didn’t even know what she wanted to do with her life, despite how put together she liked to seem. She had thought about changing majors so many times in the past, but change was not her strong suit. “Do you want to go to the library? I’m sure they have some books we could use.”

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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXTOMMY. ECONOMICS MAJOR. SON OF ARES. QUEST LINE: THE MIST. LOCATION: DORM TAGS: DEMETRIOS, M.
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xxxxxaround demetrios tommy didn't bite his tongue much. the ares and aphrodite pair were like oil and water and almost always got into a fight of some kind. it was in their nature. whenever atkins would open his maw, tommy always had to have the last laugh or snide comment in their conversation. in a lot of ways they were the complete same, argumentative and aggressive and arrogant but those similarities made it abhorrently obvious that they'd never get along, let alone see eye to eye.
xxxxxand besides, demetrios meddled too much for his own good.
xxxxxand gods his natural ares nature made it hard too. well, that and the trauma of his family forcing him to butt heads with any other male on campus as a 'natural' response to figures who presented more authority than him.
xxxxxtommy's shower was brief, enough time to lather himself in mango scented body wash and wring out his sweat coated hair under the hot spray. with a white towel around his waist he let the bathroom door remain open, to let the steam and humidity burst out of the room, hot like white smoke. he could still converse with demetrios plainly as he touched up his face, applying aftershave and digging around for his favorite cologne in the cupboards below the sink.
xxxxx"i know you're not dissing my fashion sense atkins." he bit his puffy bottom lip as he trimmed the edges of his growing unruly beard. he half leant on the white basin, pressing up close to the mirror so at least one thing could look correct. so what if tommy preferred the comfort of a black shirt and worn pair of jeans? maybe it was the way camp halfblood had ingrained that a fight was always possibly around the corner.
xxxxxhe tutted, washing away the razor, "oh, and i am absolutely not telling you who i fancy bringing back here. i don't need you meddling in my love life." stepping back from the mirror he ran his hands over his beard. black hair still covered half of his jaw and part of his neck, the edges of which looked a tad sharper now. he made a mental note to ask ram what he preferred on tommy. "so if it's not too much of a hassle, oh king demetrios, don't come back here tonight?" he positioned it as a question, even though tommy knew he wasn't giving up his space just so demetrios could sleep if he got bored of the party.
xxxxxstepping into the dorm further he gazed over his selection of clothes. even if he didn't wear a plain black tee, he would for sure don a pair of ripped black jeans. they were like the only pants he had. maybe save for a few gray sweatpants, gym shorts and a crinkled pair of slacks.
xxxxxram would go all out, why shouldn't tommy?
xxxxxhe ran his fingers over a selection of coloured shirts after he'd slipped his legs into his jeans. he picked out a few that looked better than the ripped tee directly in the middle of the hanging shirts. he first tried on a white button up before he peeled it off himself, too formal, he wasn't getting married.
xxxxxwell.
xxxxxif he was going with ram he might as well.
xxxxxthe next shirt was a vertical striped disaster. it was all colours that didn't mesh well what so ever. demetrios would probably praise the shirt for fashionable integrity or whatever it was called. the third was something more his style. black but with a graphic. he held it up to the light. was it gray? shrugging he pulled it on anyway. "see, i'm not only wearing black. this is gray, and yellows here, and some red over there." he childishly pointed out different aspects of his shirt, because he wasn't technically lying.
xxxxxtommy neglected to put his shoes on yet, but did toy with the idea of sending a few messages to ram, who was probably deep into getting ready. he took two photos, one with the jacket and the other without, demetrios reclining in the background of both of them and promptly sent them off, captioning it 'with or without the jacket? sorry for the ugly mess in the bg lol'
xxxxxeven if ram thought the leather jacket didn't mesh well with the outfit he'd still bring it along because if they planned to leave the bonfire early, tommy was almost nine hundred percent sure ram would shiver in the chilly autumn night and tommy as protective as he was would let ram swamp himself in his jacket.
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[vaermina]

bye

[Seokjinnie]

XXX

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male || twenty || son of hades || tags; abe, tommy || mentions;

indentRam’s grin brightened when his brother picked up the phone. He looked down at his shoes and gave a small shake of his head, “I...I didn’t see you, no. I was just really focused!” The small demigod winced internally, “I know you can…” Ram had just thought the male spirit’s presence wasn’t strong enough to be felt unless they were in the room. The male spirit stood up from his corner, his eyes widened and he shifted his body around so that his back was to the bedroom door. The look on Abe’s face as he processed the fact that he was going to the party with Tommy made a chill go down his spine. He wasn’t completely oblivious to the fact that Tommy and Abe didn’t get along and he knew that he wasn’t enough of a connection between the two to fix it. A pout forming on his face until his brother spoke again.

indentThe son of Hades flinched outwardly as his brother ranted, “Yes! Tommy is my date!” His emotions took a turn when Abe showed him the dorm hallway. For the first time in a long time, there was a small wave of frustration that washed over him, “You know I like him and I know that you dislike him! I’ve told you that he makes me feel safe and happy! Shouldn’t that be enough? Can you please try to...nevermind.” Ram wasn’t someone that yelled or even particularly loud, and he wasn’t now. Yet even someone as smiley as he was had a breaking point when they had to step away. The small demigod let out a sigh, “Forget it! He’s my date and I want him to be my boyfriend. So please stop saying stuff like that to me!” He let out another sigh, “Maybe I’ll see you later… Bye.” Shiram quickly ended the call and threw his phone to the side.

indentRam had the tendency to tear up when he was overwhelmingly frustrated and he had to force them back in order to stop them from spilling. He wanted to let out a shout when his phone started going off but calmed down when he realized it was Tommy’s ringtone. His eyes trailed over to the phone and he reached out to grab it before flopping onto his bed. He jolted up at the sight of Tommy in the leather jacket, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. The text was already written before he even realized he had been typing it, “Jacket! Definitely the jacket! You look super hot!” He bit his lip as hit send, thinking about whether or not he wanted to send a picture of himself to the older demigod. Ram glanced over at the male spirit before he decided that he simply had to cause even if he saw the outfit in the picture first, it wouldn’t come close to how it looked in reality. He jumped up and darted over to his mirror. He quickly snapped the mirror selfie and sent it over to Tommy along with, “What about me? How do I look?”

[skydust]

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✧ location: dorm room ✧ tags: scout, myles, kinnick, bray ✧ godly parent: dionysus ✧ words: 1161
indentEzra stared blankly at Scout as he opened the medicine bottle.
indentThe insult rolled off his shoulders like air, as he was used to Scouts teasing by now. If he was being honest with himself, Ezra probably indulged in enough snarky remarks for the both of them. The three Dionysus siblings, even though they didn't have the same mothers, and they also didn't know each other for the first part of their lives, almost seemed to click instantly. Ezra knew that Scout understood him better than most. Rocky was someone he could tell anything too, as well as let down his walls around her. They both seemed to have a major impact in his life. Whether that was a good or bad thing. They didn't exactly help with all the partying he did, but it's not like he was well off with making good decisions in the first place. Usually you could find him being the first to suggest something ridiculous to do, and most likely dangerous as well. But he was hungover right now, his head was killing him, and he was just about ready to strangle his bumbling brother as he tossed his head back and swallowed his medication. Which of course left his brother tripping over his own feet and grasping the nearest thing to him.
indentEzra only now noticed Myles as Scout grasped his wrist for the life of him. He dragged his eyes down to where the pair touched, before Scout quickly tore his hand away like he had been burnt. Interesting. Ezra's green eyes travelled to Myles face, almost taken aback by how much of a nervous wreck he was looking like. As if Myles' father himself was running through his brain. He also looked hungover as all hell. Probably not as hungover as him and Scout, but hungover enough to regret yesterday's decisions. He almost snorted at the mention of cornhole and horseshoe. I mean his brother wasn't exactly wrong. "You're probably right on that one. I'm sure that if the Poseidon kids ever planned a party we'd have to talk to horses all night."
indentAt the mention of lightweights and dying, Ezra laughed gently. It took awhile for him and his siblings to get drunk, considering they were anything but lightweights. So the image of innocent students passed out on the floor always made him laugh, especially when he was still only tipsy. Some people couldn't handle their alcohol. Though looking at it from a different angle, that was probably a good thing. It wasn't like the campus needed another party obsessed student like the Dionysus trio. They already had enough crazies they had to deal with. Speaking of crazies, Myles usually hangs out with an unusual bunch. Ezra knew that they'd most likely be at the party, and he secretly couldn't wait for everything to go to hell. It was always his favorite thing about parties, watching them completely blow up. Better to focus on someone else's baggage then your own. While taking pleasure in someone else's self destruction probably wasn't the best coping mechanism, it wasn't the only thing that got him hooked to partying. He loved the adrenaline rush of letting loose, his walls coming down for one night. His heart alive and his brain buzzing with liquid courage. It was a suppressant to everything he had inside, yes. But it was the only thing that really made him not feel like complete crap all the time. Even though the hungover bit wasn't his favorite part.
indent"Are you kidding me? As much as I love to complain and annoy the crap out of you, you know I wouldn't miss one of our parties. Besides, who else will make sure you don't end up in a ditch or something? And letting some rando's deal with the party would only turn it lame. Again. Could you imagine the Poseidon kids running a party?"
indentHis roommate quickly butted in, Doctor Kinnick coming offering up his own opinion on their drinking habits. Also Scout's smoking one. Which Ezra would have to semi-agree with. He knew that he would never deny his brother a dose of fun, but whenever he saw a cigarette between Scout's lips he had the urge to pull it out and squish it under his shoe. Scout quickly shut down his roommates rant, a chuckle escaping Ezra's chest at them interacting. His brother turned towards Myles straight afterwards, not-so-subtly flirting with the young man. Myles not-so-subtly flirting back. Ezra almost gagged. He turned back to Kinnick, his hand gesturing vaguely to the pair.
indent"Seriously? Right in front of our dorm room?" At the mention of them going back to their rooms to change, Ezra turned back. A bitter grin on his lips. "Yes. Please get a room somewhere else for the love of Zeus."
indentThey continued on with their conversation like they weren't in the middle of the hallway, and Scout hadn't completely kidnapped his medication. Ezra lulled his head back, rolling his neck until he was staring at the pair again with half closed eyelids. He was honestly happy for his brother to find someone that he liked romantically, he just wished it didn't have to happen right in front of him. He might just start puking. When Myles started to say his goodbyes, Ezra's eyes opened fully again with hope. Maybe he could get some more sleep before the party, and could just ignore the world for a little while longer. The thought alone kept him going, waiting for his dumb brother to accept the invitation that Myles gave so he could go back to sleep.
indentUntil he saw Bray pop into the hallway.
indentHis body immediately froze, muscles going tight, and eyes going wide. He was probably gaping like a fish as well, but his brain completely malfunctioned. Like all his brain cells deciding to fizzle out at once. His hangover did not help him recover from that at all. Why was she here? In the boys dorm? Right. Her brother. Leo. Why did he start panicking for a second at the thought of her hanging out with another guy? It wasn't like he had exactly been a gentleman to deserve hanging out with someone as great as her. Also, why was he still not moving? She looked way too pretty for him to function, he had also completely ghosted her. Why did he even do that again? God he was an-His brain finally started working again and he quickly turned towards the two figures in front of him, a strained smile on his face.
indent"Okay so while this has been just the greatest, can we all just kinda pack it up now?" he said, his voice full of urgency as she came closer and closer. She was gonna notice him. He swore under his breath as he snuck glances at her. Today, and especially right now when he looked hungover as hell, was not the day for them to be interacting again.

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( goes by rob )xxxxxx ( son of hermes )xxxxxx ( library ) xxxxxx( tagged: leo, bray, sam, ashlyn, reed, kline twins, abe)



xxxxxxRobert would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a bit confused by Leo’s behavior. Scratch that, he was very confused. Despite the fact that Robert had asked for an elaboration on why Myles had awkwardly barged into the dorm, Leo managed to brush over it with a laugh. Perhaps to some that might've seemed like Leo being his normal erratic self, but Rob was quite attuned to his best friend’s behavior, so he could tell something was off. He didn’t ask again because Leo clearly didn’t want to talk about it and Rob didn’t like to pry. Maybe he’d ask him about it later or Leo would tell him in his own time. They usually talked about all sorts of stuff when it was just the two of them after all. Usually, it was laughing about things that were completely nonsensical to a normal person but made complete sense to them. Well, in that very moment. Sometimes Rob would think back to the conversations and chuckle, thinking about how they were completely off their heads. Other moments Rob tried to forget because he could just never make sense of them. The times when they’d say a little too much with just a look and no words at all. The times when you could feel it in the silence. The little moments neither of them felt brave enough to bring up later, but that never left Rob’s memory no matter how hard he tried. He didn’t understand any of it.
xxxxxxRob’s comment about the party released some of the awkward tension in the room and Leo seemed to ease up, setting his finger on fire with a grin. It was amazing how he could just do that with a snap of his fingers and that was barely the tip of the iceberg when it came to his best friend’s fire powers. He had the burn marks on his arms to prove as much. Rob let out a loud and sarcastic “HA” at Leo’s comment about the smoking. “Obviously, that’s why I’ve kept you around this long,” he teased.
xxxxxxRob registered Bray’s comment about his smoking habit. “Mother hen,” he replied. He was used to it and never took any offense to people telling him it was bad. He knew that. Unfortunately, he didn’t care enough to stop smoking. Maybe that was the fault of his foster parents who were both smokers. It just seemed like a normal part of his life at this point. “In my defense, name one demigod who died of lung cancer. I’m more scared we’ll get sent on a quest one of these days and I’ll die in some extremely embarrassing way. My grave will have to say something like “Here lies Rob Harlowe: devoured by the Carnivorous Sheep”. How will I get my likeness put into the stars then?” It was a joke, but also not really. Rob didn’t care about fame or being a hero, but he sure hoped he wouldn’t meet his fate battling a flesh-eating sheep. That was undoubtedly humiliating.
xxxxxxEventually, Bray excused herself and left the room, leaving the two boys to their usual antics. As soon as the door closed, Leo and Rob locked eyes, which was a bad sign already. Rob raised his eyebrows suggestively as Leo mentioned finding a pre-party scheme. They had the whole afternoon before the party and nothing to do. Too much free time and a pair of chaotic idiots was a dangerous combination. Especially if you added fireworks into the mix.
xxxxxxCreating a game plan took about five minutes at best, which wasn’t surprising because it only had three points. “Find the twins, break into the room where they keep the confiscated items, get out before we get caught. No sweat.” Rob said, extending his hand to Leo, so he could pull him out of his chair and onto his feet again. “If people knew how smart we are, they’d be scared. They’d be freaking terrified.” He laughed.
xxxxxxThe first order of business was finding Markus and JJ Kline, the university’s resident chaos crew and the perfect people for the job. If anyone on campus could find explosives, it was the kids of Eris. Rob would normally assume they had them in their dorms, but the school decided to become a police state the week prior and confiscated a ton of illegal fireworks because some idiot decided to set one of them off in the forest, nearly burning the whole place to the ground. The local nymphs weren’t very happy about that, so they complained to the headmaster and got him to ban all use of explosives outside of training. It was sensible but made the local dunders want them even more. Forbidden fruit is always the sweetest and all that.
xxxxxxRobert and Leo left the dorm in a hurry. They had a lot to do this afternoon and only a couple of hours to get it done, so they needed to find the Kline twins as quickly as possible. The excitement was honestly too much, Rob could his heart beating so fast he thought it might just jump out of his chest. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts and the plan that he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, managing to bump right into Abraham who was waving his phone around in the hall. Rob spun around but didn’t stop walking. “Crap, sorry dude!” He called out. Rob wasn’t really sure what the guy was doing (ever), but he thought he heard Ram’s voice as he passed. Rob tried his best to avoid Abraham normally, but it didn’t always go to plan. It wasn’t a secret that the son of Hades wasn’t the biggest fan of the chaotic duo. Then again, the guy didn’t seem to be a big fan of half the people on campus. But he was Ram’s brother and Ram was Rob’s friend, so it was a given that they occasionally found themselves in each other’s orbit as much as it probably pained Abraham. Especially when they roped Ram into their dumb schemes.
xxxxxxThey found Markus and JJ in the library, sitting beside Ashlyn, Sam and Reed. Reed! Another perfect candidate for the job. “Hey, you guys. What’s up?” Rob said, relatively loudly, which resulted in the librarian (who was a satyr) shushing him from across the room. Rob bit his lips as if to say "oops" and turned back to his classmates, putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “So, you busy? Danny Ocean here and I have a favor to ask.” He was addressing Markus, JJ, and Reed. “We’re looking for some people for a job.” Rob was intentionally being vague, even though the whole thing was suspicious as hell anyway. Nevertheless, he wasn’t sure what Ashlyn and Sam would have to say if he straight up suggested they all committed crimes together. The two didn’t seem like the type for delinquent bonding activities. “You’ll love it. I promise. We can explain on the way. Time is of the essence, my chaotic friends.”

[skydust]

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✧ location: library ✧ tags: jj, ash, sam, reed, the dunder duo ✧ godly parent: eris ✧ words: 1128

indentMaybe his mother would be proud of him at this moment.
indentShe was the goddess of discord, and he'd say he just ignited a slight fuse in that direction. Markus didn't really know how he felt about the woman. I mean, she did kill his dad. Yadda, yadda, yadda. Not like that deadbeat was gonna be the greatest father in the first place. Still, it definitely caused a few unpleasant memories for himself and his twin. It was all very complicated, and right now he shouldn't be focusing on that at all. Since the minute JJ jumped into the conversation, he could almost feel his powers twirling beneath the surface. Which he wouldn't use. Not yet anyways. If he was gonna cause chaos anywhere, it would be at the party tonight. He probably didn't even need to use them, considering that half the demi-gods attending the university could do just fine on causing their own discord. Gods know he's seen enough of it already.
indentHe wouldn't be surprised if people were already getting trashed this minute. It wouldn't be a surprise at all. Half the kids on campus were goody-two-shoes and the others were delinquents that wanted to set fire to dumpsters. And honestly he was all for it. He would probably have some fun before the party as well, and he knew that some of his friends wouldn't mind joining in on that fun. Adrian probably wouldn't, but he'd be dragged along by his friend group anyways. So no harm there. He knew the rest of his friends would either tolerate his craziness or join in on it. Maybe he could text some of them before the party started? He knew that Alex would probably be down, and the son of Apollo was definitely someone he wanted at the party. He should probably get the paint of his face first though. Oh, right. That was still there. Well it was as his sister said earlier. It was his war paint for the disasters that were about to unfold. Including this one. As his sister commented on Sam's stutter and it's adorableness, Markus leaned into her, a grin on his face as he batted his eyelids innocently.
indent"Isn't it though? You know I can almost hear the wedding bells. I'm sure your mom is so proud Sam," he exclaimed, clapping his hands over his heart as he sarcastically swooned. He leaned back in his chair finally, knowing JJ would probably smack him if he got any closer. While she didn't like physical contact because of most likely everything that happening in the foster care system. Markus was probably the opposite. In fact, he was a little too clingy. Much to his twin and everyone around him's dismay. Did he have attachment issues? Probably. Did he need therapy? That was also a maybe. But that wasn't important right now. Talk of the party fluttered in, and the worry on Sam's face at the mention of them coming was quite a sight. He knew JJ was just messing with them. Well, maybe. They would most definitely be partaking in some form of trouble. Especially if it was a Dionysus party.
indent"Oh, Ashy. You know we probably don't even need to cause any great spectacle. The whole thing will be a disaster. I for one, can't wait," he said. He completely missed the forced smile on her face, but he didn't miss the shock she gave him when he got the chance to stretch out his long legs. He quickly jumped, his back straightening up like a ruler. His head whipped in her direction, meeting her straight in the eyes as she gave him a grin. Despite the stinging in his left foot, he grinned right back. He knew revenge was a dish best served cold, but with his flare for the dramatics that was almost impossible. So he turned to a grinning Sam, knowing Ash would only get more angry if he targeted him. It wasn't like he wanted to hassle Aphrodite's son. She'd probably put a curse on him or something if he wasn't careful. But when was he ever careful?
indent"You know I could give you some pointers if you wanted to...what are the kids calling it. Seal the deal?"
indentHe was just getting bracing himself for another shock to the foot when he felt an arm swing around his shoulder. He felt JJ squirm next to him, while he turned in his seat to see Reed's handsome mug in between the pair. His grin grew wider as he ruffled up Reed's brown locks. While the pair across from him probably drew a sigh of relief. JJ had already picked up his arm and dropped it to his side. Sneering a bit at the physical contact. Reed and him had a lot of similarities, and while he probably couldn't keep up with the level of crazy that the twins possessed, he was still a lot of fun to have around. Markus would say that he was one of the few people willing to have a good time. Especially if he was still moping around about that ex of his.
indent"Welcome, Welcome," he greeted. His sister explained what they had been previously doing, and what Reed had interrupted. A relief to pretty much anyone besides JJ and Markus. "I think it would do us all a favor if they loosened up. They'd probably thank us. We're practically saviors sent from the gods themselves if you haven't noticed."
indentThey were most certainly not.
indentBy the looks of it, Reed needed some loosening up as well. The stress beneath his eyes was very much present, and he wouldn't be surprised if it had anything to do with the girl he had been seeing. Markus tried to wrack his brain for anything that would take his mind off of it, but before he could another fun pair entered the library. Rob and Leo had joined the party. Rather loudly, which made Markus snicker when the Librarian hushed them. They made their way over to the table, greeting everyone there. Markus occasionally joined Rob, Leo, and the rest of their friend group for a bit of troublemaking. It wasn't like they were BFF's or anything, but they all knew each other pretty well. And they all knew that they'd all be down for some crazy fun. Markus gave a salute with one hand, curious to what the duo wanted out of them.
indent"A job? Does it involve anything dangerous?" Markus spoke, almost as if he was getting a new toy for his birthday. He was already on his feet, looking towards both his twin and Reed. This was the perfect distraction for him, and the perfect fun for them. "Shall we?"

[whispersome]

✧ TIARA VALENTINE
[ 23 ] — [ She/her ] — [ Daughter of Aphrodite ]
location. Dorm ✦ tags. Sam, Demetrios, Marcie

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎There was nothing Tiara looked forward to more than a good party.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Some might have taken issue with the noise, not to mention the drama that often came with gatherings on the campus of Half-Blood University, flying drinks and raised voices being a defining factor likely over half the time—but that was just what Tiara loved about it. For someone like her, survival in the “normal” world was more than possible. She could have gone to a college closer to home, even somewhere in the same country she’d grown up in, and she didn’t doubt that any university she could have chosen would have had its own raging parties and trails of gossip. She’d have fit into just about any sorority in the snap of a finger, and Tiara didn’t even think she’d have disliked that. But what kind of demigod, let alone daughter of Aphrodite, would she be if she shied away from chaos and calamity?

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Besides, there was something just so much more interesting about drama where there were more you could throw around than glasses and insults. Certainly more than a few half-bloods on campus were maladjusted and quick to pick fights. Tiara didn’t love it when things got physical—it was a hassle to clean up, both literally and emotionally, and when she was involved (granted, not often) she had to be so careful or risk breaking the nails she spent so much time and effort on, not to mention wasting energy on infighting when there were actual monsters they were training to fight was obnoxious—but it was, at least sometimes, a halfway decent way to see what her classmates were made of. She was a lady; she didn’t start fights, but she had no problem with finishing them.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ As she smoothed down her pant leg and quirked her head at her reflection, making a white-blonde braid curve along her shoulder, she wondered if there would be anything of that nature tonight. Midterms had tensions rising high as of late, and she had noticed more than a few… relationship issues around campus. Not to mention the effect of whatever the Dionysus kids had procured. Her lips twitched at the thought. Eavesdropping and rubbernecking were Tiara’s favorite sports, and she wore subtlety very well. Almost as well as the clothing she stood in now.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Tiara brushed her hair back, letting it fall against her shoulder blades, and shifted her focus to the mirror. It wasn’t yet time for the party, but there was nothing wrong with preparing in advance, was there? And besides, she’d been meaning to give this outfit—a matching pink jacket and high-waisted suit pants paired with a black top whose sweetheart neckline showcased multiple sparkling necklaces—a test run for a while. She reached back to adjust one of the strappy heels she knew she could walk in. Hell, not just walk—strut. It was an art.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ She shifted her weight, struck a pose for more than just herself, and raised her phone to snap a couple of pictures. One would go up on her Instagram (maybe tonight she’d finish that steady climb toward one-thousand), along with a few in flashier lighting from later in the night, but a slightly less professional one she set aside to send to her siblings’ group chat.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Its purpose was debatable; they went to the same college, so they lived close together and interacted in at least somewhat overlapping circles. Tiara wasn’t even sure if Marcie checked it on a regular basis. Out of her half-siblings, she was closest with Sam—he was the nicest out of the four, after all—but Demetrios’s sense of style and charisma she had to respect, even if she didn’t necessarily approve of his behavior at times, and there was something to Marcie beneath that venomous shell of hers, and she was a good debate partner besides. But their opinions did hold some weight to Tiara—and, perhaps, she wanted to show off a bit before she made her actual debut in this, and her siblings were the next best thing to her currently absent roommate. Could anyone blame her?

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Bubblegum-pink nails clicked against her screen as she pulled up the chat and attached one of her mirror selfies. thoughts? she captioned it with. A string of emojis followed in the word’s wake—a classic lipstick mark, of course, and a handful of others from her recent list, including several sparkly pink hearts and, for whatever reason, an orangutan or two. She could have included snapshots of a couple of other options, but Tiara knew she wasn’t budging on this one for tonight, so what was the point?

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ She cocked a brow at her reflection and gave her earrings, white gold hoops that almost brushed her shoulders, a final tweak. Her nails were good to go, but she still had to fix up her makeup—some more subdued lipstick, although still bright enough to pop, and perhaps some flashy pink eye makeup and complementary highlighter—before it was time to go. Tiara tossed her phone onto her bed and flopped down after it. Mimi gave a mrr of protest at the shift in weight, but a quick pat to the head was enough to settle her; she pressed her head back into Tiara’s sheets and went back to sleep.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ It was impressive how lazy cats were, and even more so how endearing it was. Tiara scratched Mimi between the ears, waiting for the rumble of her purr, and then snatched up her makeup bag (at least, one of them) and got to work.

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indent....................LOCATION: library ● TAGS: markus, jj, ash, sam, rob, leo ● SON OF: ares ● QUEST: tartarus ● GENDER: male ● WC: 1.2k
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indent...Reed watched as JJ lightly moved his arm off of her shoulder while she greeted him.
indent...I mean, he couldn't blame her. Though he had grown closer to them over the time he spent at the university, he didn't know much about the twin's past. He did know they had been in foster care for part of their life, but that's about it. And he would never get to experience that, so he didn't know any of the horrors that would greet him if he had. Though his family wasn't necessarily perfect by any means, so he didn't have any room to judge in that department. I mean, his father was absent for practically his entire life, but he couldn't blame him either. He was the god of war, after all, he was bound to be busy... starting wars and stuff. Plus it's not like he hated the man for being absent, they had their father-son moments, some good... some not. The god of Ares liked to be right, but that's the case with all gods. His father wanted Reed to be something great, and well, he wasn't. I mean, he was hanging out with the Kline twins to distract himself from drinking his pain away after having an awkward interaction with his ex and her best friend. Not something great by any means as of right now. And with his mother and stepfather, well, he had never been close with them either. They weren't the type to be friends with their children or anything like that, they'd just tell you what to do and you would be expected to do it. Very authoritarian if you had to pick one word to describe them. This was probably why Reed loved being a trouble maker literally where ever he found himself, and why he had such a problem with any authority figure. He was bossed around his entire life and was over it, he wanted to be his boss and make his own rules, even if those rules weren't the greatest for him. Reed liked having a sense of freedom in his life that he lacked for so many years. Even so, he did wish that he had some adult in his life growing up that was decent to him. But he didn't, hence the very very very obvious mommy and daddy issues.

indent...While his siblings, well, Tommy and Ben were another story.
indent...As Markus messed up his long brown hair and as Reed attempted to fix it because of its ability to become a rat's nest, he thought about his relationship with his brothers. Growing up, he was an only child until he found out he wasn't, which was quite lonely. Not to mention his mother and father never let him hang out with any of the neighborhood kids for some reason, probably because they were both seemingly allergic to fun. But when he did find out he was a sibling of three, Reed was almost relieved. And ever since meeting them, he had always gotten along with both Tommy and Ben. Though they weren't always the closest at times, it's not like they had any bad blood out for each other. They weren't as close as the Kline twins, that's for sure, and they had their moments as any sibling does. But considering they all had the same father, it counted for some form of relationship. Reed had also grown more closer to Tommy over the last few months, not because of his doing though. His roommate Ram and him were close and would always be hanging around in their dorm, honestly, Reed wouldn't be surprised if they were hanging there right now. Coming out of thought, he turned his attention to JJ once more as she invited him to the party happening tonight that the Dionysius kids were throwing. Reed needed a distraction, and it was the perfect one, especially if he was hanging out with the Kline twins all night doing hell-knows what.
indent..."I'm up for anything if you both are down, seems like a lot of fun. Plus, it's a Dionysius party so you know there's bound to be something entertaining going down at it, or at least a lot of alcohol to enjoy." He responded while standing up straight after leaning over the two twins for a while.

indent...Reed could already feel the imaginary angel and devil arguing on both of his shoulders.
indent...It was a bad idea for him to be doing anything involving a party or alcohol, and something was bad to happen. But honestly, that was the thrill of going to parties, you usually know something bad will happen. People getting all drunk and wild, crazy lunatics fighting, Odd karaoke singing were all weirdly something Reed considered his scene. And luckily enough, so did the people he liked hanging around and having fun with. Speaking of fun, another pair had made quite the loud entrance after bursting into the library. Hearing a shush from the librarian and Markus' giggle, Reed couldn't help but smile to himself as the two men walked over to the group that had formed around Sam and Ash. Reed knew that the pair probably were at their last straw with the number of people interrupting their seemingly private time. It was funny to see the looks on their faces though as more people joined the ever-growing group. At least they wouldn't be bored for however long the rest of them planned to stay around, free entertainment.
indent...Finally greeting them back, Reed quietly spoke so the librarian wouldn't shush him as well, "Long time no see Rob and Leo. We're just talking about the party that's happening later tonight, I assume you'll probably be there as well."
indent...Reed observed as the two mentioned a job for the three of them, and he couldn't help but grin even more at the mention of it. The look on Ash's and Sam's face looked more than relieved at the mention of them going away, I guess their "free entertainment" had come to an end. No matter though, Reed knew that wherever he went with the Kline twins, fun was bound to follow them.

indent...Markus hopped onto his feet at the mention of the favor, which signaled that it was time to leave Sam and Ash by themselves again and do whatever the two men had planned. And by the looks on their faces, it seemed like it was going to be fun and probably illegal. He just hoped he wouldn't get caught and get kicked out of the university, he enjoyed spending his time here and his peers. But knowing Reed, he never got caught when it came to things like that, he was practically an expert when it came to being a criminal.
indent..."I think we shall, Markus. Let's get going and finally stop bothering these two love-birds," Reed commented while making his way around the table over to Rob and Leo. All they needed was JJ to agree, but Reed knew she would. Wherever her brother went, she went. And if it was involving any type of chaos or fun, the twins probably sensed it by now and wouldn't be able to resist, and neither could Reed.

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