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PostSubject: And the walls kept tumbling down || Open   Sun Feb 16, 2014 9:20 am



lena grace evans

It was very typical of a Hades child to always hang around somewhere deep and dark and moody. It was what you expected of them. You expected them to be silent and creepy and goth, with no feelings whatsoever. You expected the children of death to be as pale as snow, with black hair as dark as death itself. Their eyes were supposed to be a dark brown or a very vivid green, depending on their mother. Lena knew what people expected of her, being a Hades child, and she was glad to disappoint them. She did have pale skin, though that was only in the winter time, and her hair was dark, not black, but it wasn't considered a medium brown either. Her eyes were two different colors, both stereotypical Hades eye colors. One brown, one green. Lena also wore somewhat typical clothing for a death child. A white lacy tanktop, black skinny jeans, skull converse, and a necklace with various shades of black, grey, and silver flowers on it. She had put on mascara and eyeliner today too.

As for the place she was in, well, Lena had to agree with what others thought about her. She did mostly hang around dark and damp and dreary places. She had been in the basement for hours now, just exploring and looking at all the knick-knacks on the shelves. It was all very fascinating to her. Then again, almost all antiques were. She was here because of the items, but also because she was reflecting to back when she was a little girl, and all her troubles began the day that her dog died. She missed Roy, and Lena had bought a locket  that slid into three ovals. One for her as a child, smiling and happy and carefree, and the other two were reserved for her dogs, which had long since been dead. Roy and Baxter, oh how she loved them. She failed to put her mother in the locket, but Lena after 5 years was still furious at her. It was understandable why. Melody abandoned her daughter. You couldn't forgive something like that.

So Lena walked around, dragging her finger across surfaces, getting splinters and dust trapped on the surface of her skin. She didn't mind in the slightest. But then she heard a loud noise that she hadn't made. On the contrary, Lena was silent like a fox. The noise made her jump, and she crashed into the old shelving that was behind her, making boxes pour down from above onto her skinny form. "Hey! Haven't you ever heard of knocking?!" Lena yelled over the sound of jingles and settling cardboard. Some were quite heavy, and Lena soon found that her leg was stuck under a particularly solid box. "Well this is great." Lena said, blowing the dark brown hair out of her eyes. 
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PostSubject: Re: And the walls kept tumbling down || Open   Mon Feb 24, 2014 9:36 am






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Luke manages to reach the basement door without anyone noticing and he enters, quietly. Thrill creeps in when he sets foot inside-- he has never been here before. He can't deny the curiosity that takes hold. The Big House isn't a place he's used to wandering around in, with Mr. D and Chiron and all the other counselors on the loose, and he has heard funny things about it. Rumors of decaying mummies and secret treasures, even of hoarded Cokes and chocolate stashes. He isn't sure how much of hearsay is true. A little part of him wants to see it for himself.

Not that there are things to see. His eyes, already weak from all the times he kept them open for more than necessary, squint through the darkness. Glasses are an awesome idea right now. If only they didn't get in his way, if only they didn't have the habit of clouding up in his workplace. He spots only outlines of what's ahead and yet, it still disappoints him. Boxes. Nothing but boxes. All the things he has imagined, and he is greeted by boxes? He sighs, continuing down, hoping to see something more, well, interesting. He navigates through the unfamiliar storage area with his arms stretched out in front of him, lest he bumps into something his eyes fail to see. But his eyes still fail him because a few moments later, he doesn't notice the box by his feet. "Woah!"

Luckily, he collects himself before he can lose his balance altogether, and he straightens up with a fancy bit of footwork. Boxes-- he has always hated them. Now they're out to get him. Joy. Then a series of noises causes him to jump. Crash. Thud. And... is that a girl speaking-- shouting? Luke turns in horror. A pile of boxes has fallen, right on top of what looks to be a now-stuck female. Well, one of them seems to have found a comfy spot on top of her leg, if his eyes are right. He stands a few feet away from her, hesitant-- has he perhaps doomed a counselor? Would he be in trouble? Should he run right now and pretend he has never been here?

But Luke, like almost every other camper, has ADHD, and it might be the reason why his next words came out before he gets the chance to think them over. "'Knocking?' Is this your room? I didn't know people actually lived here." He doesn't sound mocking, actually. Luke is more in the lines of... surprised. And a little bit creeped out. Why would anyone live here? Did the girl even live in this old dark basement? How stupid of him to jump into conclusions! He shakes his head and drags his palm down his face, exasperated with himself. He squints at the girl's silhouette, unable to make out anything more than that. "Forget I said anything. Actually, just forget I was here. Bye!" That's when he starts running. Blindly and noisily.

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PostSubject: Re: And the walls kept tumbling down || Open   Tue Feb 25, 2014 9:13 am



lena grace evans

It was a boy who had disturbed her peace and quiet and lamenting. A flash of anger vented through Lena's small boy as she tugged and pulled to free her leg from the heavy box that had trapped her. Hades' children held terrible grudges that they could never seem to let go of, no matter how hard they tried. Lena herself was still trying to get over what her mother did to her, but she could never find the strength too. Lena Evans wasn't a hateful creature, but she wasn't very forgiving either. She didn't want to hate the camper, but it was kind of impossible. Her foot hurt terribly, and she knew it was broken. With one last attempt to pull her foot from the cascade of boxes, Lena screamed in pain, and it did nothing. She looked over at the boy who had made a few comments. Lena was determined to answer them.


"No, of course I don't live here!" Lena said, finally giving up on the prospect of becoming free again. She laid on the cold stone floor in the darkness. Her eyes had adjusted long before the boy came in, so she could see him quite well. "But I don't live in the bathrooms either, and people still knock then! What makes the basement any different?" The young demigod wanted to get the boy into major deep trouble, but she knew better. Getting him into trouble meant getting herself into trouble, and that was a risk she was not willing to take. No one really came down into the basement, and for good reasons too. It was creepy, though not as creepy as the attic. "Oh no, box boy," Lena said as the other person turned to leave. She had given him a nickname, how cute. Lena liked nicknames and had given herself many. "You're gonna help me." And then Lena Evans let out another cry of pain because of her now broken foot.
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PostSubject: Re: And the walls kept tumbling down || Open   Wed Feb 26, 2014 1:24 am






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Luke isn't having any luck. He swears he'll get himself contacts in the future, after he saves up. Quick yet heavy footsteps pad across the dark, and one or two times he almost trips. No, no, this isn't the way out-- where is the damn door, stupid boxes-- and when is she going to stop screaming--

"Alright, alright!" Luke hisses, defeated, at the same moment he spots the glowing outline of the glorious basement door. He turns before the girl could let out another yell. At the rate things are going, he half-expects someone to burst in. Damn girl, couldn't she have kept her trap shut? She is beginning to get on his nerves-- Luke doesn't feel any obligation to be polite anymore. "For starters, no one poops in the basement, or showers naked in it, unless you'd like to prove me wrong--" he continues to mutter as he slowly makes his way towards her, dodging boxes. Is that a pack of noodles? Some major hoarding problem we have here... He bends down by her foot and wraps both arms around the box, lifting it with an audible grunt. It leans towards the heavy side, making him wonder-- what exactly are they keeping in here? Heavy noodles? Luke sets it beside the girl, huffing, and gives her a dark look. "There. Now we can leave each other alone. Good luck doing, uh, whatever you're doing here in the deep dark basement," he says, unaware of the girl's broken foot, as he starts walking away.


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