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PostSubject: ice cold (open)   Wed Aug 06, 2014 6:24 pm

I GOT 99 PROBLEMS
AND YOU WON'T BE ONE

"Save me a seat!" a girl yeah as Teagan the daughter of Khione waited in line. There was never a line, but she woke up late so now there is. It was for the bacon and eggs. Teagan rolled her eyes as people were yelling across everywhere. The line was taking forever but it was moving. But this wasn't enough for the daughter of Khione. She groaned putting her head down taking small steps to the food. She made it to where the eggs were, but she didn't want eggs. She wanted the bacon. She saw bacon, and some kid came running taking the last pieces. Teagan looked at the kid as he laughed in her face. She slapped him and walked away. She just grabbed some orange juice and a bagel with cream cheese. She found a seat and sat down.

Teagan started to spread the cream cheese on the bagel. She took two bites and drank her orange juice. She sat there as people were talking and her table was empty. Mostly all the Khione kids woke up early, to eat. She took another bite. She saw the same kid walking up to her with a smile. "I'm sorry for taking the bacon." the kid spoke. Teagan just glared at the child. The kid, then walked around her chair pouring orange juice and crumbled up Bacon bits on her. Teagan gasped as the food and drink were on her. The kid started to walk away.

"You little shit!" she yelled as she grabbed her bagel throwing it at the kid. Teagan was pissed off. She stood up and walked to the restroom. She started to clean the bacon off herself and washed her face. She walked out and went back to her seat. She saw someone sitting in it and glared at them "You're in my seat move." she said "NOW!" she yelled and banged the table as the Khione table froze. She knew this wasn't a Khione child because she knows mostly all her siblings.
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PostSubject: Re: ice cold (open)   Wed Aug 06, 2014 9:12 pm

casimir young - - - - - -

It was about nine in the morning when Cas finally roused himself from sleep, blinking away dreams and nightmares as he stared at the ceiling. He had the top bunk, while Ezra got the bottom. The reasoning behind their sleeping arrangements were quite stupid, as the drywall and barren attic above them blocked the night sky from Cas, but he felt safer and more at home the closer he was to the stars. Casimir groaned, looking at the cloudy sky outside, although he was happy with not being looked at strangely if he wore lazy day clothes. Actually, he got strange stars no matter what he wore, so Cas didn’t care. The demigod ran a hand across his pale face, climbing down the ladder, not noticing if his twin was up before him or not. Ezra usually was, because he had friends and places to be and things to do. Cas, on the other end of the social spectrum, didn’t. His days were quite boring to say the least. The demigod got dressed in a black t-shirt and blue cotton hoodie complete with jeans that were tattered and torn. He slipped on some shoes and didn’t bother to look in the mirror this morning. Cas knew what he looked like; ghostly pale skin, bright blue eyes, and carob hair so dark it could almost be considered soot coloured. That hair was straight as a sword, and stuck up in twisted angles that shouldn’t be possible. But then again, Casimir was a very impossible boy. He trudged slowly to the dinner, half dead with fatigue and loss of sleep. He’d only gotten about four hours of sleep, and even those were restless enough that they could be considered two. Casimir had stayed up the entire night, as usual, stargazing. It showed on his sleepy face. 

When he walked into the mess hall, Casimir noticed a girl throwing bagels at a boy, and if he weren’t so sleepy, he might have cringed. But for now he was so hungry all he cared about at the moment was food, and he didn’t even leave a mental note to himself to stay away from the mean girl. He stood in line much like a zombie would have, feet shuffling and head down with half lidded eyes. If Cas was even more undead, there might have been a bit of drool coming out the side of his mouth. He put his hood up as he grabbed his plate, piling eggs and toast on it. It was a very bland meal, very unsatisfying and very unoriginal. Although that was one thing that Cas liked about himself. Continuity. For the past three years at this camp he’d been getting the same thing over and over again every morning despite Ezra’s concerns and protests to be more adventurous and try something new. 

Cas sat down at a random spot in the mess hall, not really caring which cabin it was for. He wouldn’t socialise with anyone anyways, and nobody really got in trouble for doing this sort of thing anymore. With slow, robotic movements, the demigod started to eat his breakfast, blue hood covering his messy dark brown hair and shielding his eyes from the awake world. Most of the kids here were loud and screaming with their friends, which only gave Casimir more incentive to leave and hate them more. Not only did he have a bad headache, but he didn’t like how happy everybody was. Maybe he was just extra moody and depressed today, but he couldn’t stand even the smallest of smiles. If Ezra caught up with Cas today and smiled at him, Cas would have to punch his teeth out. However, above all the noise and voices, there was one girls in particular that stood out. Maybe that was because she was shouting right in the boys ear to get out off her spot. “Shut up.” Cas said, scratching the front of his head and continued to eat his eggs and toast. 
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PostSubject: Re: ice cold (open)   Thu Aug 07, 2014 1:51 am

I GOT 99 PROBLEMS
AND YOU WON'T BE ONE

Teagan was shocked that the kid told her to shut up. He chose the wrong thing to do. He could've of just moved and let Teagan go in with her day. But, no. He had to make her even more mad. "Shut up? Shut up?" she asked him angry. She held herself from not freezing this ass that was sitting down. She grabbed him by his hoodie and spoke "Listen here punk. I haven't had a good morning. I didn't eat what I wanted. And I got orange juice and bacon bits pored all over me. So I will be sitting on this seat " Teagan shoved the boy off her chair. She sat down in her chair and crossed her arms.

She saw the kids plate and tossed the eggs on him and the toast. She then slide the plate all the way over to the other side of the table. She didn't even bother to look at the kid on the ground. She grabbed her cup of orange juice taking a drink and then poured it on the boy. "Next time know who you're messing with." Teagan stood up. She then threw the chair on top of the boy. "It's all yours." Teagan spat at him walking away.
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PostSubject: Re: ice cold (open)   Fri Aug 08, 2014 6:26 pm

casimir young - - - - - -

Considering his past and considering his family, Casimir had plenty experience with bullies. The worst bully he had to endure so far was his older brother Michael, who beat and shoved him around every night without fail. His mother was the worst at verbally abusing him, berating the boy on how much of a failure he was and how baby Zachariah was better than he was. Cas had gotten used to all of those things by the time he was eight years old. By then he had stopped crying, stopped complaining, stopped saying how life wasn’t fair. Because it wasn’t, at least not to him. Cas expected karma to bite him in the ass every chance it got, which, as it happened, was a lot. Just yesterday while Cas was training, he slipped and fell into a mud puddle, splattering gunk all over his camp tshirt and jeans, deeming them unwearable until he did laundry. That wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was everybody laughed at Casimir, pointing with glee and tears of joy slid out of their eyes. If Cas could cry, he’d weep with humiliation. As it was, his face just turned as red as the boiling blood inside him and ran off, ending up on some rooftop or another. That was where he could always be found after a hard day, someplace high up and away from all civilisation, where Cas could finally feel the cold wind in his scalp and the clouds so close he could almost touch them and breathe in the silky moisture. 

“Don’t.” Casimir warned the girl as she grabbed him. He was a boy of very few words, finding that they were useless when no one would listen. There was a point in his life where Casimir had gone a day and a half without so much as saying ‘yes’ or no’. It also annoying happened that that day and a half Ezra was over at a sleep over and no one bothered to include Cas in the family activities of talking and being a loving family of kids and mother. Actions spoke louder than words, Cas found out at an early age. His face was set in sheer determination, blue eyes suddenly bore sky coloured fire instead of being wrecked with sleep and lethargy. His cracked lips were tight with hostility. Casimir James Young was not a demigod you wanted to anger. Before he could kick the girl in the shins and escape like he had planned, Casimir was shoved to the ground. He growled, almost animal like. “Oh boo hoo for you princess.” Cas snarled at the other demigod. “You think you have such a shit life.” He stayed on the ground, hands stinging from the impact. Casimir was thinking about kicking the chair out from under her, sending her spiralling to the ground like he had. That revenge would be sweet… But before Cas could act, once again the girl did something nasty. 

Eggs covered his hoodie, toast slid off his pants and onto the ground, spreading an even coat of butter on the once clean piece of clothing. Orange juice cascaded down his dark bangs in a citrus rain, dripping in front of eye and obscuring his view of the girl. That was a big mistake, as you didn’t want to anger the already frustrated boy further. As she tossed the chair on top of Casimir, only adding more bruises to his unusually pale skin and fuel to the fire, she started to get up and walk out of the mess hall. Casimir wouldn’t have it. Quickly the demigod got up and sprinted towards the girl, tackling her to the ground and tearing at her hair, clawing into any piece of flesh he could find. Cas then pinned her down, seeing orange juice dribble onto her face. Right now he wasn’t a demigod of a powerful titan, he was an animal, a ferocious lion who would kill for fun and laugh while doing it. Casimir punched the girl in the jaw a couple times. “I could blind you.” Cas snarled, being completely and totally serious. He could press entire galaxies into the girl’s eyes, making them so intense and so bright that they burned her eyes out, making empty black skulls where irises used to be. However, Cas was going to be in enough trouble as it was, and his powers were still on recharge from a couple nights ago. Casimir thought the girl should consider the girl lucky that he granted her this small mercy. 
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PostSubject: Re: ice cold (open)   Fri Aug 08, 2014 9:11 pm

I GOT 99 PROBLEMS
AND YOU WON'T BE ONE

Teagan ignored everything he said to her. Becasue she didn't have the life she wanted. And she wasn't a princess. Teagan just kept walking until she was tackled. She grunted trying to fight this kid off of her. He was tearing at her hair and she felt his nails tearing her skin. She grunted and kept her screams in. Be fore he did anything else she elbowed him in the stomach. She then felt him pin her down. She couldn't use her hands to protect her face. Her own fresh orange juice was now on his face, but it was now dripping on her face. She felt his right hook come down to hit her in the jaw. That's when she yelped in pain as he did it more than once. She felt blood dripping from her face or it could of been orange juice.

“I could blind you.” she heard the kid speak. She fought to get out of his grip. She got her right hand released and touched his ear freezing it. She kicked the boy off hf her. She stood up touching her skin. She winced in pain as her head hurt. She brought her hand down seeing blood on her hand. Teagan looked up at the boy furious. She looked at his right ear, the one she froze. It looked frostbite to her. But who knows. She was still working on how to use her powers. Teagan went for her belt to grab on of her tomahawks, but she didn't have her sheath on. She growled and she ran over tackling the boy down.

She hit his head on the floor a few time. She then froze his hands down and feet. "I can blind you too." she said with a crazy face. She made her hand to ice. She was then about to touch his eyes, until someone pulled her off.   "No let me go!" Teagan didn't weigh much, so it was easier to pull her off. When she was pulled off his hands went unfrozen, so did his feet. But his ear was still frozen.
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PostSubject: Re: ice cold (open)   Fri Aug 08, 2014 10:04 pm



Daughter of Khione

Belle always liked to look her best. If she was always on point appearance-wise, she figured it would give away a message that she was orderly personality-wise. Appearance was one of the key factors in success. As unfair and bewildering as it may be, it was the sad truth, and so she rolled with it. Therefore, even though Belle was only planning on going to breakfast, she stood in the mirror, double-checking and triple-checking herself. Her hair was in neat curls, let down and flowing to her shoulders. She had the lightest coat of lip gloss on, giving her mouth a sparkling sheen. She wore an orange camp t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and pinned. She had on short-cut faded wash jeans. Dangling from her ears were snowflake shaped earrings, a pair of her favorites. Once her looks were squared away, she headed off to breakfast.

Breakfast was in the Mess Hall every morning at the same time, giving campers an easily predictable meal so that they might wake up on time. Belle was precise about time, so her and a few others were usually the earliest campers of her cabin to get to the Mess Hall. There was little to no line, but she knew that as the day went on, one would start to form. She grabbed a plate and dished out some eggs, bacon, a muffin, toast, and an apple onto it. She most likely wouldn't eat all of it, but if she did she would have to go on a run later. She took a seat at her table, in the same spot as she had the previous day. And the day before that.

Belle dined contentedly for all about thirty minutes, but she was unable to eat all of her food in that time due to being pulled into a couple conversations in which she contributed formally. All she had left to eat was bacon and an apple. Picking up the fruit she took a bite out of it. However, a vicious voice behind her startled her. Putting down the pomme, she turned in her seat, and the sight unnerved her even more. She watched as tension was shot between two bickering campers. And, most unfortunately, she recognized one of the campers as her half-sister and cabin member. Teagan, as Belle well knew by now, had one of the worst tempers she had ever encountered. She had gotten herself into fights before, and Belle knew what it was like to work with her.

When things heated up, Belle looked around the Mess Hall. She saw no authority figures, as they usually did not dine with campers in the morning. She decided to take action. She could see Teagan's face getting bloody as the boy scratched at her, and she witnessed in horror as she retaliated by slamming the boy's head into the ground.

"That is ENOUGH!!" Belle yelled, her voice almost alien in that it was not the calm and collected voice of the formal cabin leader, but the dangerous and sharp voice of someone ready to whoop ass. She stomped over to the two and grabbed Teagan by the arms, tugging her off of her victim with all of her might. She could see that Teagan had successfully frozen the boy's hands to the ground.

One thing about Teagan that Belle had observed was that her ice manipulation was unusually high leveled. Belle always figured that it was because of Teagan's intense emotions that she was able to easily draw on her powers. Belle knew herself to be better at controlling her ice and snow, but she also knew that Teagan was a forced to be reckoned with. Belle extended a flat hand, palm towards the boy on the ground and instantly the ice at his hands and feet thawed.

"What are you thinking?" Belle snapped, knowing that Teagan wasn't actually thinking. She tugged Teagan to her side so that now she stood in the middle of the two people. Campers were surrounding them in a very wide circle, watching intently from the sidelines. "Explain to me what is going on here now," she said, her voice extremely dangerous.


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PostSubject: Re: ice cold (open)   Sat Aug 09, 2014 11:29 am

casimir young - - - - - -

Back in his old home in Denver Colorado, Cas never fought back. There in the tiny and cramped oak panelled hallways, he’d been pushed and shoved countless times, each injury different from the rest. If he was luckily, Michael would go easy on him and just punch him once or twice in the arm as hard as he could. Even that sent Casimir spiralling to the floor and caused his skin to bloom with green, purple, and yellow flowers that hurt every time you touched them. Casimir never once struck his older brother or went to anybody else in the family. Hael, his older sister and Michael’s accomplish, would just call him a baby and push him away. He never told Ezra because his twin would just get into trouble. Besides, Casimir didn’t need a bodyguard. Tessa and Zachariah were too young and couldn’t really do anything. So Cas kept the beatings to himself, taking the black eyes and dislocated shoulders with as much dignity as he could muster up. The demigod never even cried anymore when he was hit by anyone else. When Cas came to camp, he knew that he was free from Michael and his mother, and three years ago he’d made a promise to both himself and his twin that if someone hit him, anyone, that Cas would fight back. That was exactly what Casimir Young was doing while defending himself against this girl. Fighting back. He was done being someones rag doll. 

Yes, being elbowed in the stomach hurt, and Cas almost spit up what little breakfast he had onto the girl, and this only prompted him to grind her hands into the floor harder and further, wanting to cause her pain. So much pain. Pain that was thick and red and hurtful. Pain that would last throughout the ages like the stars above them and pain that she’d remember until the second she died. It wasn’t good thoughts for a teenager such as Casimir, but damn was it satisfying. He smiled, a wild glint in his eyes as she screamed from the right hook he gave her. The other demigods jaw was bleeding, mingling with the orange juice and creating a mixed breed of fire; iron and citrus. Cas hoped that the juice burned her cut like a thousand knives. If he had his weapon on him, Cas would have drawn it by now. However, he hadn’t been planning on being attacked for sitting in a chair he thought wasn’t taken. Casimir thought this girl was a pompous twat, and he was going to tell her that. Cas could be more hurtful than Michael with words and with actions, and though sometimes it scared the young demigod, most of the time he felt great doing it. When he was like this, he felt powerful and mighty, as if he was the creator of worlds and destroyer of evil and good alike. Cas was so tired of being second best to everyone, and all this pent up energy was being transferred to this girl in blood and words. 

But then the other demigod wrangled free of his iron-like grip and froze his ear. Casimir screamed out in pain and shock, leaping off of her and moving both of his hands up to his ear, trying with desperation to warm it up. In Denver there was always the gloomy possibility of frostbite, and so Cas was all too familiar with the act of removing useless body parts if they were too cold for too long. He just hoped he wouldn’t have to lose his ear like he saw so many homeless people lose toes and fingers, dropping like flies everyday. However, despite the pain and fear he was drowning in, Casimir smiled triumphantly at the pain the girl he beat up was clearly in. His victory was short lived, it seemed, when she went and tackled Cas, knocking the wind out of him. While the boy was trying to regain air in his lungs, coughing and hacking his way towards oxygen, the girl froze his hands and feet down to the ground. Cas fought against the restraints, ignoring the cold because it wasn’t as bad his ear. “Freak!” He screamed at the girl. “Let me go!” Cas’ head was slammed against the ground a few times, and every time that happened his vision went a little darker, his head a little foggier, and his body a little more warm and lethargic. One more time and he would be out like a light. Through blackness and shadow he saw the girl move her frozen fingertips to his eyes. 

However someone pulled the girl off of him and unfroze his hands and feet. Casimir sprung up like a cat, which was a mistake because his head was still foggy and the world tilted sharply, making the boy feeling like he was going to throw up for the second time that morning. Cas sat down in a chair, focusing on the ground and rubbing his aching head and frozen ear while the girl was yelled at. Still Casimir laughed at that, because he wasn’t the one in trouble. Well, not yet anyways. When the new girl asked what they were thinking, Cas wasn’t sure if she meant the other girl, but he was going to put his two cents in.He was tired of being overlooked and ignored. “It was self defence.” Casimir said, standing up and clutching the edge of the table for support. 
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PostSubject: Re: ice cold (open)   Sat Aug 09, 2014 5:04 pm

I GOT 99 PROBLEMS
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Hearing the yell, she right away figured out who it was. Teagan looked at the girl who pulled her off and saw it was Belle, just as she expected. Belle was her half-sister and the cabin leader of the Khione cabin. Teagan always listened to Belle, because she respects Belle. Teagan got out of Belle's grip and stood on her side. Teagsn almost jumped out of her skin seeing Belle freed him. "Are you kidding me! That was hard work to do that." Teagan lied because it wasn't. Teagan was on good at her ice manipulation because of her emotions. She gave Belle a crazy look when she said what she was thinking. "Are you really asking that question, Belle?" she told Belle.

Teagan looked at her wrist as they were red. She rubbed them glaring at the boy. He had called her a freak and when he had a grip on her, he held her down hard. It cause her pain and her wrist really hurt. She looked back at Belle crossing her arms. teagan held in her smile seeing that the boy looked dizzy. She may have caused him some pain in his head. Teagan then did show a small smile. "You're lucky she saved your ass. If not you would be out." Teagan spat at the boy.

Teagan started at the boy and noticed his ear still frozen. Teagan smiled hoping that Belle didn't see it. If she did, she would probably try to unfreeze it. She saw the crowd of people in shock. She saw a kid about to speak and she gave them an evil look. The kid got scared at stayed quite. She saw the rest of the crowd looking at the boy's ear. She stared them down, her not wanting them to say anything. “It was self defence.” the boy spoke.

"Bull. He atckled me first. he should've just stayed on the ground," She took a few steps closer, still staying behind Belle. "where he belongs." Teagan gave him a smirk. She had her hands in a fist ready just to punch the kid to the ground. If she did maybe he would be knocked out.
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PostSubject: Re: ice cold (open)   Sun Aug 10, 2014 11:46 am



Daughter of Khione

Belle turned to the boy, who responded first. She took a long look at him. His eyes were unfocused and constantly moving. A result of having his head bashed into the floor, no doubt. Belle's look offered no sympathy for either of them. One thing that caught Belle off-guard about the boy's eyes were how blue they were. They weren't the same kind of blue as Belle's, however. Her's were light, and sharp. His were voluminous, deep. She watched him support himself with his hand on a chair, and knew that he couldn't go very long without some sort of medical care. And then Belle's eyes flicked to his face, and she noticed something strange. Although the boy's hair was thick, she could see that one of his ear's held a lighter, less flesh-colored hue than the other. She took a small step closer.

"Did she freeze your ear?" Belle asked. Her voice was startling. It had changed dramatically from the last time she had spoken. Still void of sympathy, but much less hostile. "Don't move," she said, knowing that in his state he probably wouldn't put up much of a fight anyway. She took another step towards him and looked at his ear. Indeed, it was frozen, but it didn't look to the point where it would need to come off. Hopefully. Belle raised a hand and gingerly laid her first finger on it. Instantly, the ice melted off, the water dripping down his ear lobe and to the floor. As it thawed, a more healthy pink hue took place.

Belle quickly stepped back and whipped around to give a long glare to Teagan. This was almost over the top for the girl. If the boy would have had to get his ear amputated, that might have been enough reason to expel her from camp as a safety hazard. And then that would be on Belle's shoulders for not being able to contain her cabin members. Ultimately, in a way, she was kidn of thinking of herself. She cared about people, sure. But not people she hardly knew. These children fell into that category.

"Vous voulez me dire-" she started, her anger making her unintentionally click the language switch in her head. She stopped herself abruptly. She had to keep a reign on her emotions. She shouldn't let people know that she could get mad easily. She shouldn't let people know anything. She took a deep breath, and continued in English. "You mean to tell me that you pushed him to the ground before he 'tackled you first'," she summed up. "You-" she stopped herself again. Belle turned to the side, looking at each of them "Both of you should be ashamed of this spectacle you have made," she asserted.


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PostSubject: Re: ice cold (open)   Mon Aug 11, 2014 11:39 pm

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Cas focused solely on not passing out for two main reasons. One, he didn’t want to seem weak in front of the other campers. Weakness, it seemed, was not deemed a courageous attribute in the eyes of demigods. It certainly wasn’t in Casimir’s eyes. He despised pain, and every time he felt it was disgusted with himself. He wasn’t allowed to feel anything that was not strength or pride or zeal for doing what he wanted to do. When it came to others, Cas thought only of himself, and that was why he wasn’t going to pass out onto the hard floor, probably cracking his head open in the process. The boy’s reputation, what little of one he had anyways, was not going to be compromised by a few head bangs to the ground. Another reason was because he didn’t want to give the bully girl the satisfaction of winning. If there was one thing Casimir hated more than being seen as weak in front of others, it was being pushed around. That happened enough with Michael, and Cas would make damn sure it wasn’t going to happen here. Not again. He would not become a punching bag, no matter the reason. Cas was determined to beat everyone up who harmed or even so much as gave him a strange look. He was so lost in thought, trying so hard not to make the small count of black dots multiply and grow into his main field of vision that he didn’t notice the girl that pried them apart stand next to him. Casimir tensed up as she asked him a question, hostile and rude. His eyes scanned hers, looking for any signs of threats or teases or taunts. There seemed to be none, and so, very slowly and hesitantly, Cas nodded the smallest he could, barely moving his head. The new girl told him not to move, and he didn’t, not because he trusted her, but because he was so goddamned tired. “T-Thanks?” Casimir said, the statement turning into a question of confusion.

When he heard the old girl, the one who hurt him, speak, Casimir almost hissed at her. “I don’t need anyone saving my ass.” His words were venomous, poison in his own mouth. It was then that Cas poked and prodded at his ear once more, making sure that everything was thawed. Sure, it was still considerably colder than the rest of his body, but that was to be expected. He just hoped that it wasn’t as black as his soul, because Cas really did like his ears and the ability to hear. But then again, he hadn’t look in a mirror, and there was no way in hell he was going to ask the two girls how he looked. If he had to lose his ear because of his stubbornness, then so be it. Losing an ear was like a battle scar to Casimir Young. After saying that simple, Cas realised that his words were slightly slurred. The possibility was extremely high that he had a concussion because of all the head slamming. He mentally berated himself for letting her get her hands on him, for hurting him the way she did. Casimir looked at the mean girl straight in the eyes, well what he thought where her eyes. It was kind of hard to just focus on just one when there were three simultaneously spinning around in a perfect circle. “Idiot.” He softly muttered, though the coldness in his voice could not be mistaken. “Stars can’t be tied to the ground.” Casimir’s words were still slurred, and to the others it might’ve been more evidence towards a concussion, but to Cas it made perfect sense.

He was the son of Krios, titan of the stars and constellations. Therefore, Casimir always liked to imagine that he had a little bit of stardust in his veins, no matter how far fetched the thought itself may have seemed. That thought is what usually got him out of bed in the morning, it was that thought alone that kept him going through the shadowed darkness. Casimir knew he was better than all of these people because of his lineage. But, for now at least, he’d never voice it to anyone else, except maybe Ezra and even that was stretching it a bit. He stared at the older girl, the one who split them apart. “Why? Why would I feel ashamed for something for something I did correctly? I’m not going to just sit there and have eggs and shit poured all over me while she laughs. No. I’m going to fight back, so I am not ashamed.” Casimir told her, speech garbled. The demigod crossed his arms, standing as tall as he could without the dizzy effect he was feeling pull him to the ground once more.
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PostSubject: Re: ice cold (open)   Wed Aug 20, 2014 10:35 pm

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"No!" Teagan took a few steps once she was going to unfreeze his ear.Teagan glared at the boy and crossed her arms. "Are you flippin kidding me! A frozen ear would've of been a great battle scar, but no." Teagan leaned on one of the tables. She the saw Belle was getting angry and smirked a bit. She knew Belle did get angry, but could she get so angry she could just explode with anger? Teagan gave a groan because she hated when Belle spoke another language. "I only pushed him off my chair! You know how I get when people are in my seat! Especially people I don't know. And he told me to shut up. And I'm pretty sure he tried to blind me." Teagan complained.

"Ashamed?? I feel like I accomplished something. I've never frozen a year in like forever. And you gotta agree my freezing his feet and hands downs was pretty impressive." Teagan laughed enjoying the things she had done to Cas. Teagan's head turned to the boy as he spoke "I don't need anyone saving my ass." Teagan laughed out loud. "Please stop lying to yourself. It's funny." she continued laughing. "If of weren't for her, your ass would of been knocked out and without an ear right now. So... you did need someone saving your ass." Teagan explained to him.

Teagan smirked listening to the boy "Idiot. Stars can't be tied to the ground." Teagan put her hands up as if she was scared "Gasp, oh no, he is threatening me with stars." she said with a sarcastic scared voice. "Someone call the cops. He is a lunatic." Teagan smirked and put her hands down.
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