reading and thinking [ c e r y s ]

"Yeah, well normal's boring." he snorted, not being able to understand why Charlie wouldn't find it boring; what he said. Jason wished he could be the one with the flashy cars and money and houses and modelling career. Well, not the modelling part but something cool like that. "I doubt it. If we could've swapped lives a few yeara ago, I'm sure you would soon regret it. Probably too dull for 'ya." It wasn't that he disliked his family - no, he loved them to pieces - it was just that he wished he could've had more flashy things and money.

"Whatever, its your body I guess." Jason shrugged in reply, not really caring. "I mean, it's gross but if you want to wreck your body then its up to you." He cracked a smile, not really being able to see the draw to nicotine. He had tried It although had practically had a coughing fit and swore never to smoke again. He could understamd a drinking addiction, but not smoking.

Charlie kept her eyes down as she grinned. Some people couldn't understand addictions. It wasn't their faults, though and she was able to understand that. More than likely, he'd never been addicted to a single thing in his lifetime. Charlie was okay with that. She chose to not say anything to his comments. 'My body's all ready ruined,' she thought absently. It was true, though. Her body was ruined. She'd ruined it when she was a young teen through all that dieting and all that binging and purging and that one time she... Charlie couldn't finish her thoughts. She didn't want to. It wasn't even relevant anyways.

After her moment of silence, Charlie spoke up, to the drive and said, "Manhattan Mall, please." The taxi driver just nodded in response. The daughter of Eos sat back, somewhat uneasily. She could practically feel the awkward in the car. "So..." she started. "God parent?"

Jason raised his eyebrow at the girl when she said that her body was already ruined, not really being able to believe that. "Doesn't look ruined to me." He told her, her voice both amused and complimentary. He never wanted to he addicted to anything; he didn't want to be unable to control something so powerful in his life. If he wanted to stop, he could just stop; he didn't have thst option with addictions, so it worried him.

Silence then descended, the two finally running out of the bubbly come-backs they had beeb firing at one another. "Oh yeah, I forgot." Jason flashed the girl a grin for a moment as if to give her an opportunity to guess his god parent even If he looked different to his siblings. Except their colouring; all quite tanned, yet that could because he's from California. "Apollo. You?"

"Oh, trust me... it is, Jase," the girl murmured more to herself than him. She raised her arms over her head, stretching. With her bare shoulders, her tattoo underneath her bicep was visible. She decided to get that tattoo of the sun after she'd been claimed by her mother. She figured it was a good offering to the gods instead of all that food everyone dumped in the fire. The tattoo was just a simple sun rising over a line. The line was supposed to be the horizon.

"Eos," Charlie said suddenly, putting her arms back down to her sides. "Titan of the dawn," Charlie rolled her head around her shoulders, giving the base of her skull a crack. She sighed contentedly. "That's why my eyes are a light pink." Charlie said, removing her ray-bans finally. Charlie batted her long eyelashes at him, her eyes almost glowing. It was true. They were a light pink color. Almost the color of the morning sky during sunrise. She thought it was a weird as hell color for eyes but whatever.

"Dude, you want a tattoo war?" he laughed, knowing that he probably had the most tattoos out of the pair. "You asked for it." Jason unzipped his jacket, pulling it down enough so you could see the insides of his arms. On one it had a small Japanese symbol meaning music, and on the other was the word 'Believe' and an owl. Then he pulled down the collar of his black shirt to down to his right nipple, exposing a crown on his chest. "I also have Jesus, a bird and praying hands on my hip and leg. I win." he chirped, zipping up his G-Star jacket again.

Raising his eyebrows In surprise when Charlie revealed who her parent was, Jase let out another whistle. "You must have a good 'rep for that." He snorted sarcastically, suddenly being able to understand why she was so blunt and such. It didn't bother him really, just took him back. "Pink eyes." he murmured, looking at them when she pulled her sunglasses off. "Never seen that before. They're pretty."

Charlie let out a happy laugh but she quickly covered it since it came out much louder than she had intended it to. "I've only got one tattoo. They're not really my thing, though. Mostly just something I get when I'm drunk," she admitted with her signature grin. After Jase was done admiring her eyes, Charlie slipped the sunglasses back on her face and said, "Thank you." She kept quiet for the rest of the time until the taxi was in front of the Manhattan Mall. Charlie slid the driver a few twenties and climbed out of the taxi, nudging Jason out with her.

The taxi sped off, leaving the two demigods along in the streets of Manhattan on 33rd street.

ooc;; short post no muse sorry darling

Charlie grinned at the son of Apollo and nodded a thank you at him. She didn't really feel like replying to his Klutz comment. She hadn't thought of a decent nickname for him yet, but she would. Without thinking about it, Charlie followed Jase into the mall and was instantly hit with a wave of smells she hadn't smelled in a long time. It was the smell of a food court. Instantly, Charlie felt sick to her stomach. She hadn't smelled greasy, hot mall food in years. Her skin paled and she nearly broke out into a sweat, but she grimaced and took Jase by the hand as they plunged deeper into the mall.

Charlie pushed herself through the lines of people standing and waiting for their orders and kept her head down. A) She knew that her face was hanging around here somewhere, mostly likely in an American Eagle or a PacSun and B) the smell of the calorie ridden food was seriously making her nauseous. When the model spotted a Footlocker, she headed straight for it and slowed her walk a bit, releasing Jason's hand. "Sorry about that," she apologized without looking at him. Her face was currently burning in shame. She wondered if it was still a pale green, though.

Charlie brushed off his worry like it was nothing. And it was nothing. Just her body reacting to food like it used to. No big deal. She was just a recovering anorexic. "I'm fine. Totally okay. Everything's super," she gave him a smile, but it looked more like a grimace. Charlie gazed at him for a moment, her eyes dull beneath her glasses. "Alright, welcome to your wonderland, Jasie-boy," she announced holding out her arms and gestured to the hugeness of the store. It was practically bigger than Dillard's. In the back of her mind, Charlie struggled to remember if she'd ever done a shoe modeling poster. Well, if she had, they'd find it later.

Charlie padded over to a random men's shoe, finding it to be of the type that Jase would like and she held up. "How about this?" The sneaker was white all over and looked pretty cool. Curious, Charlie kicked off her own bright red Vans and slid the Supra over her sock. It actually fit and was decently comfortable. "I don't think they match my jacket," the girl said with a grin that spread across her lips slowly.

She wobbled when he tossed the shoe at her even though she caught it. Charlie had never been good at catching things. To be fair, she'd never been good at throwing things, either. She pushed that thought out of her mind once Jason had told her to get the shoes. She looked down at them, twisting her ankles every which way to see just how good they looked on her. "Alright," she decided, keeping the shoes on her feet. Charlie started walking down the aisle to see if they were just as comfortable as she thought. When she turned the corner into the women's section, a poster stopped her. A poster with her face.

Charlie let out a snort. In the shoot, she hardly had clothes on and she was posing with some hot guys. She couldn't remember going to that shoot, but since the poster was there she must've gone at some point in time. Charlie gazed at the poster longer than she should have. Gods, she was so skinny in the photo. Skinny in a sick way, though. Anyone could tell she was battling anorexia in the photo. Consciously Charlie tugged at the hem of her shirt. The photo was taken back in her glory years. Back when she was just sixteen. Sixteen and beautiful.

Charlie jumped, obviously startled. She gave Jase a reassuring smile, assuring him that she was fine. She gazed at the poster one last time before turning to the son of Apollo. He glanced down at his shoes and nodded approvingly. "I approve." She gave him a grin and inched her way around the boy, finding the area they were standing in to be a bit cramped. The model's shoulder brushed Jason's and she found herself blushing--strange. Her new white shoes completely clashed with the jacket she was currently wearing so Charlie pulled it off and threw it over her arm.

Charlie threw a glance back at Jase who was still staring at the photo, almost enraptured. "Let's go, Lover boy." She called, grinning at the comment. Charlie tossed her new shoes onto the counter and leaned up on the counter with her elbow. She was slightly bored just waiting for the cashier girl to hurry up. The girl was currently on the phone, obviously making a personal call and giving Charlie the 'I'll be with you in a moment' look. Charlie sighed slightly and slid her glasses up to sit on top of her dark brown hair.

The girl glanced up, ready to ring up the kicks when she stopped and did a double take. "Hey, you're the girl on that poster in the back!" She cried, accidentally knocking over a jar of pencils. Charlie gave her a million dollar smile and replied a crisp hello. "Oh my gosh! Are you Charlotte Bradford then?" The girl's eyes were lit up, obviously she was a fan. "Yeah, that's me." Charlie grimaced.

"Will you sign me an autograph?" Charlie was taken a back quite a bit. She hadn't done any recent modeling in a few weeks and it wasn't even that big of a name. Just a regular American store. Although, when she thought about it, she realized that the store was probably a big hit with the middle class teens. Charlie shrugged and took the pen and paper from the girl. She signed the pad with a flourish of her delicate hand and gave the girl a small smile. "Oh my gosh thanks," the girl gushed. "Yeah," Charlie replied again.

"Oh, you don't have to pay for that, either. It's on me." The girl's eyes were bright, as though she'd just met Justin Bieber. Charlie shrugged and gave her one last grin. "Thanks, Georgia." The only reason that Charlie knew her name was because that's what her tag said. The girl looked like she was ready to pass out. Wow, Charlie hadn't realized that she'd had that many fans.

ooc; i got excited sorry xD

Outside of the store, Charlie glanced in on the exchange going on between the Georgia girl and Jase. Jase tried to put the moves on her, making himself seem all hot and model-y and Charlie let out a loud snort. Just as quickly as she'd fallen in love with Charlie, Georgia shot Jase down. None too gently, either. Charlie doubled over in laughter, clutching her knees for breath. "You look like a puppy who just got kicked!" She hollered, a few people turning to look at the crazy girl shouting about animal abuse. Charlie snorted a few more times and as Jason joined her, she linked her elbow with his and they continued on their way.

Charlie wiped a tear off her cheek and grinned at Jason. "Don't be jealous, lover-boy. With your looks, you could be on a poster, too." She gave his cheek a pat. It was true, though. Jason could've been a model. Well, if he was taller and maybe thinner. But he did have a nice complexion. And nice hair. She chuckled when he asked her for an autograph. "Usually that kind of stuff never happens, I promise. That was, like, the first time that's happened to me in ages." Charlie couldn't even remember the last time it had happened to her, actually. It was only sheer luck that it had happened to her while she was with Jase.

"Come on, loser, we're going to get food," Charlie said, tugging the boy along into the food court. Although she paled at the sight of all the food, Charlie managed to keep the green tint out of her skin as she plopped down in a chair at the age of the court, far away from most of the food stations. She had no idea what she was even going to eat but she knew that she was going to have to force food down her throat. If she didn't, it would raise suspicions since Jase already knew she was model. It was possible that he could put two and two together and figure it out.

When Jason got up to get his food, Charlie gave him a smile and a wiggle of her fingers. As he was walking away, She found herself starting after him, her eyes drifting to his ass. "Whoa," Charlie caught herself and tore her gaze away. Jason was off getting good and she was just sitting there like a bump on a log. What was she going to do? She wasn't hungry and if she tried to force food down her throat, her body would automatically reject it and she'd throw up. Charlie blew out of her mouth like an exasperated dragon.

Charlie let her head drop into her hands in frustration. Eating disorders really sucked. Just then, a preteen girl walked past her table yakking into an iPhone and swinging her fake Chanel bag. "Yeah, the smoothie is so good! Way creamier than the other place." Charlie picked her head up and stared at the cup. Just a simple smoothie stall around the corner. The daughter of Eos stood from her chair and strode over to the line and waited.

A smoothie would be okay. At least she could chew on the straw and suck on it every once and a while to give the illusion that she was snacking on something.