'swimming in miami at night...' (SKYLICIOUS)

Subject: 'swimming in miami at night...' (SKYLICIOUS) Mon Jul 16, 2012 8:34 pm

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It was about 10:30 at night, still surprisingly early for Baylee, as her usual bedtime was close to 3:15 a.m. It was so nice to have just a week away from camp, with a friend or two, just a break from all the intense training the campers had to do every waning day, weeks on end. Take it from a Zeus camper, waking up to the cabin leader giving you static shocks isn’t the start of a good day. On a normal night like these, you would usually find this spunky camper in her cabin drawing things on the bottom of the bunk above her, or perhaps somewhere out eating, and you just might find her in your room playing a prank on you. On this night, it was extremely dangerous, considering it was a full moon and utterly dark out, not to mention that Baylee had no weapons directly next to her. With one leg off of the pool chair, and the other one propped up, the brunette had an iPod touch in her right hand, playing various games and using the internet a few times. Sure, it was against the CAMP rules, but who ever said that it was against the rest of the world’s laws? To her left was a small table, and on It was a glass with a ring of pineapple, a mini umbrella, a red straw, and some thick pink liquid in it. Every now and then, Baylee took a sip from it, then her gaze returned to her phone. Her friends were most likely hanging out in the motel room, or perhaps ordering room service. Well… In that case she could just check in. Cuz, y’know, who doesn’t like food? It’s the Gods gift to mankind; It was given to us for enjoyment!
As Baylee got up, she shoved her phone in her pocket and grabbed her drink. On her way to the motel room, she looked back; beyond the pool was a swampy marsh. It was unusual to see that, but then of course, Baylee grew up in places where you couldn’t even find a lake for miles upon miles. In the distance she swore she could have seen something move, but Baylee wasn’t one to get scared. It was most likely just an animal or sorts. Thinking of animals, what kinds of animals did live in the marshes of Miami? Alligators, or were they crocodiles? Taking a few more sips of her strange drink, Baylee dumped the rest out into a bush, but saving the pineapple for herself. Stretching for about two seconds, she glanced up at the sky. Now let’s see, that one is Orion, that’s… Taurus? She was sure that this one was the big dipper or was that the little dip- “Huh?” Baylee whipped her head around, looking at the corner of the building. What the hell was that? She could have sworn that she heard something. Grabbing at her ring finger, only to find that there wasn’t her ring on it, Baylee panicked. Wait, no, strong girls don’t panic! “Who’s there?” she called out, “ I have a weapon!”

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WORDS! 522
STATUS! complete
TAGS! #henry #baylee #miami #weaponless
NOTES! next post won't be as jazzy D:
INSPIRATION! hillbilly man - gorillaz
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

'swimming in miami at night...' (SKYLICIOUS) Henry10

try your best,

but you don't succeed when you get what you want, but not what you need when you feel so tired, but you can't sleep stuck in reverse and the tears come streaming down your face when you lose something you can't replace when you love someone, but it goes to waste could it be worse? lights will guide you home and ignite your bones and I will try to fix you --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Henry was weary from travel. After dying during the Manticore attacks, he was sent to DOA Recording Studios, but of course, he was stuck waiting in the waiting room. Henry was patient, but not patient enough to wait as long as he would have to. Henry, being clever, managed to escape the room, despite the threatening Charon behind the desk keeping his watchful eye on everyone. It would of been nice, though, if he had reached elysium, and would of been able to meet his old girlfriend. That thought plagued him at DOA, as he was thinking of a way to escape.
When Henry escaped, his body miraculously followed him, and he assumed it was gone from the graveyard his father had buried him in. It was a shock that Isaac Jones had sucked up his pride and buried his son, but unsurprisingly, he had called a press conference to inform the press of the death of his son. He acted like he cared when he answered every question. He stated he hid Henry away from the life of models and fame. He wanted him to be "normal." Father of the year. Except you produced a demigod while trying to pursue a normal life for your offspring. Good going.
Henry has stumbled on from there, running into satyrs on the way offering protection and an escort to Camp. Henry denied them all, relying on his instincts to get him there. Unfortunately, those instincts had taken him to New Orleans, far more south than he wanted to go. However, there was a boat service there that was happy to take him to Miami for only a few dollars. His plan was to go from Miami to Long Island, and return home.
Henry had stumbled toward a motel, hoping somebody there would help him get a free room, and if not, let him sleep in the lobby. He was drunk, as he met a few homeless men in the city who were pleased to share a drink with him. His judgement was a little messed up at the moment, along with his senses. Things were swirling around, the trees around him were moving! Wait, what? Henry couldn't exactly handle his alcohol well.
When Henry approached the motel, he found a familiar girl there. It was Baylee! He had a brief romantic interest in her, before he met Century. Maybe she could help him. "Baylee! Baby! How goes it?" he asked, chuckling a little.

words: 411 | Tagged: henry, baylee, reunion, miami, Kendall | Outfit: none | Status: done | Notes: nothing to see here!

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With a small sigh of relief, Baylee’s eyes were propped open, staring at the dark figure in front of her. Well, she wasn’t sure whether she should be scared or not. Unsure about who it was, it still sounded pretty sketchy. throwing her loose crop top on over her itty bitty bikini, the brunette lit her finger with a spark and looked cautiously into the distance. “Who are you?” Baylee yelled, her eyes becoming slits as she squinted at the young man in front of her. He looked familiar. Black hair, dark, mysterious eyes. Where was he from? “How am I to be sure to trust you, you could be anybody, for all I know.” her eyes scanned over the boy. His eyes were glassy and glazed over with a silly, bored look. Was he… Drunk? No way, could this even be a God? “U-Um, yeah, hi.” Baylee sputtered over. She had never seen a God in person. They seemed… More well kept than she expected them to be. Her face turned a lovely shade of crimpson, and she looked a little scared, which was HIGHLY unusual for Baylee, who others feared her, as she was the daughter of almighty Zeus. Gazing at him, she sucked her breath in. It was him? No, he had been in the Underworld for a while now, it’s not that easy to get out! Or was it? Looking down, she kicked a stone away and looked up. “Oh hi, son of Hades. Haven’t seen you in a while, have I?” Baylee halfly sneered. Looking straight into his eyes, she couldn’t believe that she had mistaken him for a God.
Well it was certainly nice to see him after all these months. Surprised that he didn’t get killed down there. “How has your dad doing?” she asked, the least bit curious about Hades, but rather in creating small talk. Pondering the fact that he could have been drunk, the thought ran through her mind, where was he going to stay? All the beds were full, two to one. even the couch was taken! He was a child of Hades, he didn’t need to sleep, right? Couldn’t he do with little, and continue his journey back to camp? Gah, this was so frustrating! “Where you heading?”

"Bayleeee! I'm heading to camp. You know, I kind of died and then I sort of came back to life!" his words were slurred, a goofy grin spread across his face. His tux that he was buried in was tattered and torn, a couple stains, some dirt and a little sand were on his pants. He slung his arm across her shoulders, partly to support himself and partly not. "You know, personally, I wouldn't mind sleeping under a roof, and not with in a tent with someone I don't know on the sidewalk. But if you don't want to help me, I could just go back into the city... unprotected, drunk... I could die," he laughed. The chances of that were unlikely. He planted a kiss on her temple. To persuade her, maybe. But also because he thought she was extremely pretty. Century would get soooo pissed, but she wasn't here, now was she?
Henry was just messing around. Being the child of Tyche, he figured his odds in getting a room were pretty high. The teenager dropped his arm, and threw himself on the sand. He began to laugh, maybe a little too loudly. "Oh man, what is wrong with me?" he asked, chuckling.

Staring blankly at the boy who deliberately kissed her temple, in hope that she wouldn’t ‘leave him out on the streets, drunk, unprotected, to die,’ or something like that. Her blue eyes gazed over the tattered boy, whose eyes were hazed and weary, and she might even say she felt just the least bit of concern for him. What was his name again, Henry, right? Despite the fact that she had an empty bed, Baylee had to resist the temptation to say that she had an extra bed. “Hen-Henry, I have no place for you to stay, now wa-wash up and go to sleep.” Wait, what? What just came out of her mouth? She had her mind clearly set on not letting him stay. He had a girlfriend, right? Or did he beak up with her? What was going through her mind? She wasn’t supposed to be thinking about this kind of stuff. “Um, no, I mean, you can’-can crash at my room for the night.” Wait, no, that wasn’t what she wanted to come out of her mouth either. What kind of kid was this? Blinking once, Baylee stared at Henry, who was now sprawled out on the sand, commenting about how stupid he was.
”Fine, I don’t care who you are, stay at my room. Room 423, leave as soon as possible. Go.”

AFTER:

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Henry Jones

Henry smirked. At least he didn't have to sleep outside. Henry pulled his backpack from his back, unzipping the top. He searched around spare clothes, money, and his camp necklace, looking for a plastic rectangle. Henry pulled out a copy of The Avengers, a movie yet to be released. He showed her the cover.
"Want to watch this? Only 5 other copies of this exist in the world at this time. You could say I'm pretty lucky." He tossed it from hand to hand, grinning.
Henry wiped the sand off of his pants, and jacket, shifting from foot to foot.
"You know, dying isn't as bad as its made out to be. It's like, falling, leaving the pain behind," he said, looking off at the horizon. Henry clutched his skateboard to his side.
He didn't actually expect Baylee to let him stay with her, but, 'ey, he was persuasive.

outfit: none || word count: 149 || rp partner: Kendall

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