It had been a long time since the confrontation between Simon and Tessa. Their personalities were simply too different to coexist with each other, and their 'conversation' turned out to be just a match of anger. Following that, Tessa had spent a lot of time by herself, which was unnatural for her. She always surrounded herself with groups of people that can take her mind off of anything. But this wasn't just anything. It was a bigger deal than she'd ever gotten herself into before. Bigger when they uprooted their lives and moved to the Lotus hotel. Simon was lost to the wrong side, and Tessa's heart had never stopped giving her the feeling of a constant weight crushing her chest.
Tessa's lightweight shirt had several holes seared into it by now, revealing a shockingly neon orange sportsbra beneath. Her shoes had plenty of scuff marks and the rubber was wearing down quickly. She'd probably have to make an errand to buy new clothes to train in, but she would have to make do for now. The climbing wall was definitely getting the best of her at that particular moment, but the girl was determined. She was going to make it over the stupid wall or die trying.
Besides slowly letting go of friendly relationships, Tessa had also taken up a noticeably more vigorous demeanor. She challenged herself to train more than she normally did, and what's more, her girly 1900's frame gave way to a startlingly more modern musculature. Rather than a passive friendly spirit, Tessa has become more determined and assertive. She stood, burned and scraped, breath coming in huffs and sweat rolling down her back. But she stood, strong.
Simon, being the only man and therefore the caretaker of the family name, had always watched his sister. He could never let go of the fact that they weren’t in 1900, that she didn’t need a chaperone, that the cultures were very different in America than they were in England. He could never let go of the fact that women could now vote, that they were strong and independent and didn’t need men to protect them. Yet this was Tessa, his big sister, and Simon couldn’t help but feel some responsibility for her, no matter what her age or status as a citizen. The demigod was a greedy little boy, unable to let go of the past and refusing to take hold of the present. Every so often, Simon would watch Tessa from far away. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew that she’d blast his head off if she ever found out what he was up to, so Simon stood behind trees, melting into the shadows; a ghost. And this was partly because he didn’t want to talk to her, either. Their conversations always ended up in fights and late night regrets. Ever since Simon had let it slip to Tessa that he was working for Kronos, they seemed even more strained than usual.
Today was one of the days that the younger sibling was watching the bigger one, and because it was a warm sunny day, a lot of kids had crowded around her, making it easier and harder for Simon. It was easier because he could get closer without being noticed, as he no longer was the tallest kid in his class. Back in England, he was like a sunflower, and all the other kids were daises in the ground. But here in America, in a new time, there were kids who either matched him or shot above him like the new skyscrapers he saw. It made Simon uncomfortable and not feel in control of the situation at hand. It was harder to watch her, though, for the same reason. She was hidden, so Simon had to frequently move to and fro to find her again, make sure she wasn’t getting into any trouble. Though, knowing Tessa, she’d be a rule follower instead of breaker.
At one point, Simon saw Tessa by the rock wall, and actually noticed her outfit. A ratty shirt with a neon sports bra. Had she no shame? Had she no respect for their father? Simon angrily grunted, but said nothing. Fighting was going to get them nowhere, and Simon suspected that Tessa wanted nothing to do with him. Still, he wanted to protect her, no matter their feelings towards each other. So Simon walked up to her. “You keep trying that hard you’re going to get hurt. Why don’t you go do something like knitting?”
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Subject: Re: Sain et sauf (Wicked) Sat Jun 20, 2015 2:45 pm
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Tessa was facing the wall like it was Mount Everest and she was going to get to the top. The obstacle would no longer prove to be greater than her by the end of the day, that's for sure. She was going to overcome it and walk home with a new sense of pride at accomplishing something she'd never been able to do before. She was pushing her boundaries, and she was going to make sure they budged. As she looked upon the rockwall, she didn't notice someone coming up behind her. She only noticed when they spoke. And the voice did not make her happy.
"What did you say to me?" she snapped, whipping around. Her blond curls swung over her should and in her face a little, but she didn't really care. She glowered at her younger sibling, a severed connection that she'd rather not return. The fact that he refused to acknowledge the change in women's roles upset her beyond belief, and the fact that he had the audacity to show his face at this camp while working for Kronos made her absolutely disgusted. "You're a sexist, immature kid. You have no authority over me. Leave. Me. Alone."