Under the Weight of Living || Quibs

Subject: Under the Weight of Living || Quibs Sun Feb 16, 2014 11:04 pm

tiberius bradley winters

A book dropped from a young demigods hand, the hard cover slamming on the floor and startling the sleeping figure inside the bed. Tiberius Winters sat up with a start, still groggy from being woken up so suddenly. He tried to breathe through his nose, but found it too clogged up with snot to get any air into his lungs. Ty realized that he had fallen asleep while reading, something he'd been doing a lot lately. He was also pretty sure he fell asleep during a game or two of chess. That never happened, not even when he was 5 years old, in his room at midnight, and always energetic until he finished that last game, which would go on for about another hour or two. But being a growing teenager had taken a toll on Ty, and he slept a lot nowadays, not to mention ate almost the entire mess hall's supply of food, but yet never managed to gain any weight. He reached down to pick up the book with his shaky body, which was paler than usual. After he put it back on his nightstand, Tiberius began violently coughing again.

But that wasn't the reason why Tiberius was sleeping so much lately. He was sick, struck down with the flu bug that had been going around camp for quite the number of weeks now. Ty thought he was immune. He wasn't. For the past number of days he'd been stuck in his bed in cabin number ten, plagued by fever, stuffy nose, sore throat, severe coughing, and yes, the occasional vomiting. Tibs couldn't remember the last time he had any real decent food. He had been periodically getting up for some thin chicken broth that he had never managed to keep down in the first place, and so he had just completely given up on eating until he was all better. His stomach growled, eager for a tiny sliver of bread. But Tiberius wouldn't eat it. He hated vomiting. Ty wrapped the covers tighter around himself, burying his head into the pillows and letting moans escape his fevered and cracked lips. Being sick was one of the worst things ever in his opinion.

So that was why Tiberius had called upon Quinn Taylors, his best friend and ultimate confident. If he had to whether the storm, he was going to have her by his side, for moral support more than anything. He didn't know how good of a nurse or motherly figure Quinn was, but her father was the god of healing, so Ty had a little faith in her. After all, she had given him a haircut without cutting off his head or a chunk of hair. Tibs closed his eyes once again as his head kept pounding on and on, and he silently wished he wouldn't have picked a bunk so close to the window where sunlight could stream in and birds could chirp as loudly as they pleased. As Tiberius silently pitied himself, he heard someone enter the room, and he opened his eyes, reveling the light grey irises. After the room stopped spinning, Ty saw the one and only Quinn Taylors. "Hey." Tibs managed softly and his voice cracked with sickness. He half smiled, even though his head hurt so much, and his stomach was queasy. But Tiberius could always manage a smile with Quinn was around.

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Subject: Re: Under the Weight of Living || Quibs Mon Feb 17, 2014 7:44 pm

quinn arabella taylors

Quinn wasn't really that great of a healer. No, she was a gods awful healer. She never possessed the patience or compassion needed to make the patients feel calm and relaxed. No, Quinn Taylors was not one to be relaxed. She needed things happening, things that interested her. Not things that made her want to stab herself with an arrow shaft. However, when Tiberius was sick, the demigod wouldn't refuse. She had found herself sending more and more time with the chess loving son of Aphrodite, and she didn't mind it. The boy made her feel more comfortable, and more herself than she had in a long time. Like a sheet of her makeup had been washed off, and her true features could be seen. for who they were.

Walking to the pink, doll house of a cabin, brown eyes scanned the place for a pale boy. Quinn didn't spend much time in other cabins, this one specifically. While some of her 'friends' were daughters or sons of Aphrodite, she never really enjoyed the cabin. It's feeling and smell were a little much, even for a appearance - obsessed teenager. After sliding through a few doors, accidentally waking some demigods, and interrupting a makeout session, she came to Ty's door. The demigod looked paler than normal, a sickly pale that made Quinn feel nauseous.

At least his room didn't smell like the infirmary, a place that made Quinn want to vomit. It did, however, seem stuffy and well, sickly, for lack of a better term. Tiberius' voice seemed strained and fading, a thought that bothered her. Secretly, Ty was basically her best friend. The only real friend she had, not counting her fake group of friends, that preferred alcohol over her any day of the week. Quinn didn't drink, it was a rule she made for herself after she rose in social rankings. "Hey pretty boy," she responded, a smile floating over her lips. Pulling a chair up next to his bed, not too close of course, the demigod sat herself down. "How are you feeling?" the girl asked, knowing the answer, but asking anyways.
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Subject: Re: Under the Weight of Living || Quibs Mon Feb 17, 2014 9:38 pm

tiberius bradley winters

Tiberius took his hands out from under the covers, and messed around with the strings that hung detached from the inside of his sweatshirt. He was sorely disappointed in the pajama options that were offered to him at cabin 10. It was either very girly things that he wouldn't be caught dead in, or things that preppy guys wore, like tank tops that showed off their six pack. Ty didn't like those kinds of things, so he just wore old sweatpants and sweatshirts he had found at the bottom of his drawer. He sniffed, wiping his already red nose with a tissue, which was supposed to be injected with lotion to help recover the lusciousness of his pale skin, but it didn't help in the slightest. He saw Quinn sit down beside him in a chair, and for a moment Tiberius couldn't help but envy here. Here she was, perfectly heathy, with a tan glow to her skin. Tibs was all shaky and pale, and his eyes watered and his nose was raw and red, not at all what an Aphrodite was supposed to look like.

Tibs didn't get what Quinn meant by 'pretty boy.' If she was referring to his natural beauty, then he would have laughed at her. Compared to his half brothers and sisters, Ty was nothing. He was ugly, and he knew it, deep down. Still, he was vain enough not to admit it, or at least keep quiet about the topic. If Quinn was referring as an affectionate nickname, well then Tiberius would have blushed. He supposed it would show up easily on his pallid complexion. He didn't know what to say to that, and even if he did, he wouldn't have had the guts to say it. He was a coward and he knew it, though Ty liked to admit he was just as brave as the Ares children. It was a lie. Tiberius Winters was a lie. He didn't know who he was, ever since he found out who his real mother was.

"I'm alright." Tiberius said as loudly as he could, which was just above a whisper. He looked around his bed at the many books he had been reading while taken ill. They were mostly from the nineteenth century, the titles ranging from Dorian Grey to Alice in Wonderland. Ty had an assortment of books scattered around the snowy white comforter, and chess pieces were strewn across the blanket as well. "Been playing a lot of chess and reading a lot of books." He said, gesturing to the messy bedspread. Everything was quiet, awkward silence spreading out between the two best friends. Tiberius knew that this wasn't easy for Quinn, but he wouldn't have made her come if he didn't need her otherwise. She was his best friend, his confident here at camp. She was his other half, and Ty needed her. "Is the outside world dull and dreary without the antics of Tiberius Winters?" Ty asked, looking at Quinn once again.

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Subject: Re: Under the Weight of Living || Quibs Mon Feb 17, 2014 11:21 pm

quinn arabella taylors

Quinn observed the boy in front of her, not really knowing what to do. Medics could take care of severe injuries, and this daughter of Apollo couldn't even figure out a flu. Then again, the girl never really needed to know why or how to cure a common sickness. She hardly ever got sick, due to healthy eating, exercise, and a naturally high immune system. Normally it was something that she didn't boast about, but now she just left guilty about it. Apparently her friend wasn't so lucky when it came to sickness and camp.

She stared at her grey toms, not saying anything. Shifting in her seat, the demigod found herself smoothing her shirt and jacket, letting the silence fill the air. Quinn gave him a soft smile at his reply, not sure if he was being sarcastic or literal. In all truth, he looked awful, with watery red eyes, a bright nose, and skin as pale as his sheets. If he hadn't had his silky hair sticking out in random directions, the boy would've blended in. Finding herself shifting from books to chess pieces, she marveled at how much stuff, along with a body, fit onto that bed.

Biting her lip to restrain from laughing at his comment, the girl shook her head slowly. "It's, uh, still moving," she replied softly, smiling back over at him. Feeling herself flicking her foot back and forth, the girl felt the need to move. Demigod instincts, that were often more of a pain than a gift. Rising back to her feet, the girl walked around the room, looking at various objects. "So, what do you want me to do?" she asked, picking up various trinkets as she felt the need to.
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Subject: Re: Under the Weight of Living || Quibs Thu Feb 20, 2014 9:07 am

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tiberius bradley winters

Tiberius hated being a demigod. Well, that wasn't true. He thought that some of them were cool, and Ty wished he was a son of Hades or Zeus or even Hephaestus. But he got stuck with stupid old Aphrodite as his mother. Not that he ever complained, he knew that the goddess had a fuse as short as the wick on a used up candle, and he really didn't want to make his dear old mommy mad at him. But the truth was, Ty resented Aphrodite. She was never there to help Bradley with child support, and Tibs never really knew her. He had a remarkable memory, and so Ty was able to recall the little things. The sweep her blonde hair made when she went to pick him up from his crib, or her smiling, ultra super model beautiful face, though it was blurred. Tiberius could also remember her laugh, but it was only because he had the exact same one. It was airy and light and overall just pleasant to hear. Ty hardly ever laughed anymore, there wasn't a point. Everything in his life now was dark and grim and depressing, not at all what he had expected for a teenagers life. Although he knew it wasn't going to be all sunshine and rainbows, he hadn't expected this. His entire life had revolved around fighting Kronos and his monsters.

So he thought that Quinn was pretty lucky to have Apollo as a father. While he was good at looking pretty and fragile, Quinn could shoot down armies with a bow and two quivers of arrows. Ty never really shined in the art of battle, his only real powers out on the battlefield consisted of not getting killed because of his lovely charms. Although his lovely charms saved him from physical harm outside the body, he wasn't immune inside. Tiberius had a poor immune system, and he got sick a lot. He should have been used to it by now, but he wasn't. Being sick wasn't really a thing you ever got used too, unless it was permanent, like certain types of cancer. But then again, that wasn't anything you could get over. Tiberius looked out the window, hearing kids laugh and scream and play, letting their worries and fears wash away like a wave on the tide. It was a nice day out, and for once, 11 and 12 year olds could actually be kids for once, and not have to worry about fighting monsters or how to hold a sword properly. He wished he could be out there, making them laugh so hard they cried. Tibs was good with children. After all, he did have four younger siblings that relied on him most of the time. The stupid, stubborn sickness wasn't going away anytime soon.

He watched as Quinn walked around his room, picking up his gadgets and trinkets. They were things that only he would have in the Aphrodite cabin, like a silver telescope, or a trophy that crowned him Chess King. Books laid on the floor and tables in an unorderly fashion. Tiberius was going to pick them up, but he got sick and wasn't able too. Ty hated messes, and his room had to be clean and organized for him to be happy. He was a bit of a neat freak, but you could thank his father for that. It hurt too much for Tibs to talk, but he did anyways. He had already called Quinn over here, he didn't want her to think she was unwanted. "You could just sit and talk to me. You don't always have to be moving." And then he sneezed again, only barely having enough time to grab a tissue. After he sneezed, he laid down on the pillows again, sinking into the white fluffy feathers. "But if you want to do something, you could always make me tea."

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Subject: Re: Under the Weight of Living || Quibs Fri Feb 21, 2014 9:21 pm

quinn arabella taylors

Quinn cringed at the sound of sneezing, the germophobe inside her twisting as she heard the sound. The girl couldn't help it, she hated the sound of sickness. She hated the sound of sniffling. She hated the work sick, and everything associated with it. Then why was she here? Well you see, the sickness wasn't near enough of a problem to make her want to leave. Ty needed her help, and she had to give it to him, if she could. Turning her attention back to the boy hiding under his sheets, she tried to manage a small smile.

"Tea?" she repeated softly, raising an eyebrow at the son of beauty in front of her. If there was anything that Quinn Taylors sucked at, it was cooking. She could barely make your average mac and cheese, or hot chocolate. Tea was something she hadn't ever made, and was shocked at the mere suggestion of having to make something. "How do you do that?" the demigod asked dumbly, her eyebrows raised and her stance showing just how clueless she actually was.

Normally, Quinn prided herself on at least average intelligence, but she never felt like that around Ty. He read, all the time, and was a lot smarter than her. This much the demigod knew, but she felt like there was something else to his smarts. Maybe he wasn't a social kind of knowledgeable, but he sure understood things. Really, Ty was a lot better of a person than Quinn, and she knew that. Ty wasn't nearly as vain as she was. Ty wasn't as manipulative as she was. Yet, the girl kept that hidden. She was afraid that if he saw her for who she really was, she would lose the only friend she had ever had.

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Subject: Re: Under the Weight of Living || Quibs Sat Feb 22, 2014 11:36 pm

tiberius bradley winters

Tiberius inwardly groaned because of two things: His head and Quinn's inability to make tea. How were they supposed to be friends when she couldn't make a simple thing like tea? His father knew how to make tea, his step-mother knew how to make tea, and even little Victor, only 5, could make tea with his eyes closed in a coma. Quinn, it seemed could not. Her and Ty were completely different from one another. One was an extrovert and one was an introvert, one craved popularity and the other was content with one or two close friends. Even their hair colors disagreed with each other, Tibs' was dark and it stuck out at every corner, but it looked nice on him as almost everything did. Except yellow. The bright sunshiny color was not his favorite to wear as it washed out his already pale skin even more and against his hair the shade was neon. Also, he wouldn't wear green, but that was a different story entirely. His head was also part of his problem. It pounded like a timpani drum, ba boom ba boom ba boom over and over again, it was never ending. The fever also played a part, and Ty swore he was partly mad from it. He buried himself deeper into the warm covers, with felt good on his cold body. Internally, he may be hot, but externally, he was like ice. Or maybe it was the other way around? Tiberius couldn't tell anymore.

"Just get a cup, fill it with hot water, and put the tea package in." Ty said, his voice muffled by the covers. Realizing Quinn wouldn't know where the tea packages were, he reached a ghostly white hand out from the covers and opened the first drawer of the bedside table. Inside, he knew that there would be an assortment of tea to chose from. He liked all of them, having been able to try them all. But true to victorian fashion, Tiberius' favorite was Earl Grey. It was simple and reminded him of home. Suddenly, he felt a pang of homesickness run through his entire body, not mixing very well with his already churning stomach, making it even more queasy and leaving it with an empty feeling. "It isn't that hard and even you shouldn't mess it up."

Before camp, Ty would have slapped himself for saying something like that. Overall, he wasn't a mean or sassy person, and you could consider him a doormat that everyone stepped on, laughing as they spit in his face and called him names. But now, being around considerably normal teenagers, Tiberius Winters had begun to transform into something different. Something not entirely victorian that his dad would approve. Tibs wouldn't have admitted it. However, hanging out with Quinn had reversed the effects of the brainwash that Bradley had put on his eldest son. Tiberius now knew that it was in his nature to be sassy, though he hid it from the rest of the world, he didn't have to hide it from Quinn.

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