[INSERT WITTY TITLE HERE] (Aurora, Penelope and Treston}

I smiled, "I know" I kissed her cheek real quick before going to my side. I turned on the car, and slowly pulled out of the street, I picked up speed as we headed father into town. I looked over at Aurora from the couner of my eye, smiling

I noticed him looking at me and I raised a questioning eyebrow. "What?" I asked curiously. Without waiting for a response I turned on the radio. Thankfully...a better song came on this time. 'Hey Soul Sister' by Train. I smiled and started singing along. My sweet voice filled the car...of course I was an Apollo kid...so it was nothing special compared to my cabin.
ooc: Love this song xD It's catchy..

I shook my head, listening to her sing, it was wonderful, and and sweet. I drove a tad bit slower, wanting to here her sing more, we weren't far from the Modern Art Muesem. My bright blue eyes wachted the road, but my mouth pulled into a small grin the whole time
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JV74i4yvcA

HEllo?

I sighed as I stood at the Modern Art Museum. Another one of my dad's stupid gallery openings...and of corse press would be there so he always forced me to come to show what a "family man" he is. Too bad it's a load of crap...I stuffed my hands in my pockets and glanced at one of his new sculptures. It was some abstract version of a baby's mobile...
'I'll never understand modern art..' I thought. I had asked my dad about it once and he said that it gave some sort of new rendition on the things we found most comforting as children. My thought was that...it's a bunch of blobs hanging from wires. Whoopde-doo....
I smiled as we pulled up to the modern art museum. I loved it here. Of course...I was an artist...so I was biased.
ooc: T^T It killed me a little inside to type a post where someone didn't understand the meaning behind an artist's piece. Everything piece of work has some kind of meaning to it...and to have a character that thinks it's all stupid *shudders*

I know!

I Taking Aurora's head, and walking into the Museam, After paying our way into there, I went to the paintings frist, "This is my favorite one" I pointed out a pastal painting, of a girl, standing in the sun of a gray stone opening, her long blond hair blew gently in the wind, and pink and white flowers in the window boxes seemed to incircle her, splashing and bright. The painting was alive. Her pale cream dress also blew, her eyes were closed as she faced the sun, under it in the bottom couner was sined, 'Treston Conners' The CHild of the sun. I smiled, looking at her waiting for her repley

My mouth drops wide open as I gape at the signature. "You did this?" I asked, baffled. I looked over at him. Is that supposed to be...me? "There's no way I look that beautiful," I said, a small smile stretching across my face.
I listened curiously to the conversation, glancing between the girl and the painting that was supposedly her. I walked over with my hands in my pockets. "Treston Conners...you did this?" I asked him, pointing to the pastel painting.

I smiled at Aurora and nodded, I was about to say something to her, but I was interputed by some guy, I turned, and nodded, My blue eyes held pride, in my work.

I tilted my chin up a bit, examining his work. I looked over at the girl. "It does look like you..." I said. I then looked back over at Treston. "Do you possibly know the name William Bernard Koouf?" I asked with a slight grin. I assumed he did...since his name was plastered every where in this stupid gallery.
My eyes widened a bit. "You mean...the artist Koouf? I've certainly heard of him. That's one of his pieces over there...'Fondly Remembered'.." I said, pointing over to the rendition of a child's mobile.

I nooded, "Of Course.." I said Poiltly, smiling faintly," Isn't this mostly his museam?" I asked. Mostly still pleased by Aurora's liking in my picture, mostly just Art, we were so alike. I fouced looking at the guy, "And you are?" I asked

I averted my gaze. "His son...Julian Koouf. But I go by Ian..." I answered. I then sighed, turning my gaze back to the two. "Come on...I hope you both have some art you've done with you.." I said, turning on my heels as I started down a hall way.
I quickly followed this...Ian. "Why?" I asked, my brow furrowing a bit.
I glanced over my shoulder. "My dad is always looking for new artists...he's currently looking for one who's willing to help out at galleries and other openings.." I answered. I then turned my gaze forward a bit. "You're going to meet the bastard.." I added rather bluntly.
ooc: xP Sorry for the language, I just have to portray Ian's hatred for his father correctly.

I nodding following him, no I didn't have any work with me, I had a drivers linces and my name on a painting inside his building that's have to do, I put my hand in Aurora's walking with her, wonderin what she thought.

I've heard worse, just riding the bus, little kids, nowadays, they have a very vivided, unhealty vocabary

I opened the door to a room at the far end of the hall, gesturing for Aurora and Treston to follow...
"What is is Jul, I'm busy.." said a familiar voice.
I rolled my eyes. "I've brought you new, potential artists, dad..." I answered, crossing my arms in an impatient manner.
My father lifted his gaze from his work. On his desk was a sculpture of what seemed to be a paint brush on a mixing tray. It was quite detailed, but still had the abstract and modern shapes all of his works were known for. His eyes were a deep blue and he had a bit of a scruffly beard on his chin. His hair was bark drown and curly and he had a warm smile. Although...I knew from years of experience that the warm smile only came out during times he needed it.
"Well...potential artists, eh? You got any work to show me?" he asked with a crooked grin.
I frowned...we had always shared that crooked grin. ...and I hated that..
I smiled widely, giving some kind of awkward bow in response to meeting the world famous artist. "H-Hello...I'm Aurora. It's just such a pleasure to meet you Mr. Koouf!" I said enthusiastically. I quickly riffled through my purse, pulling out a sketch pad. I always had it with me...and thankfully it was the one the was almost full. I handed it to Mr. Koouf with a slightly shaking hand.
My dad smiled, looking over at Treston. "And you? What do you have for me, son?" he asked curiously.

I shruged looking at Aurora, Wow. I shook my head, "I have a painting in your museam already, the 'Child of the Sun' one I said, though I doughted he'd remember it, My face was a faint smile, but seemed fake, I wasn't one with emotains around people I didn't know, but my art work was somthing of great talent. So was Aurora's. I Looked at the kid, Ian, and Mr. Koouf. The kid, however seemed familer on a faint record, not sure why.

Mr. Koouf nodded his head. "Yes..I know the painting. Quite beautiful really...." he said. I gently stroked his scruffly beard like some odd gesture of concentration. "How old are the both of you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I smiled widely. "Seventeen," I answered.

"Eighteen" I replied calmly, wacthing his thinking gester, I glanced at the kid, Ian, then back at Mr. Koouf. My bright blue eyes well... Bright. I had a small smile, though it didn't hold in my eyes. I was happy That I may get a job, But I've never been good with emotains around other people.

Mr. Koouf sighed. "I have to apologize Aurora...I only hire artists who are at least eighteen. That way it's completely legal when I order them around like slaves. Not really...but I find they're more reliable. Come back in a year and I'll most certainly give you a job," he said. He then turned to Treston with a grin. "Treston...I'd like you to be my newest employee. You'd get paid around $15.00 an hour to start. And at first you'll be helping me with sculptures, getting me supplies, helping set up the galleries. And for an hour each day I'll allow you to work in one of our private studios with professional supplies. And then, three days before each gallery, you can submit one of your pieces to me and I'll choose between all the ones submitted and use them where I have room. Your painting is already up, which means you've already taken a position from one of my employees..." his voice trailed off as he grinned. "Well done. Now...there are many advantages to this job. At each gallery there are art buyers and dealers who go through and well...look for art to buy. Many of them have stolen away my employees, which is why I'm always looking for new ones. But they give me their work, and I give them their big break. Your wage will go up as I see fit as well...depending on how well you do. So what do you say?" he asked with a slight twinkle in his deep blue eyes.

I looked at Aurora, She could ask for a job next year, I felt kinda bad for her not getting it, but I nodded, looking him in the eye.

Mr. Koouf clapped his slightly clay covered hands together. "Excellent!" he exclaimed. "You'll start tomorrow my boy," he said with a grin. He then turned to Aurora. "I wish I could hire you a year early, but if I do it for you, I must do so for everyone. Come back the day you turn eighteen," he said in a softer tone. Without waiting for a reply he turned back to his work. "Goodbye Ian, and I'll see you tomorrow at 9:00 am sharp,Treston," he said without looking up.
I sighed and walked out of the room with my hands in my pockets. 'Just like him..' I thought with a scowl. I then shook my head, not wanting to feel bitter.
I followed Ian out of the room after I grabbed my sketch pad. I was sad I couldn't get a job here for a year, but I was happy for Treston as well.

I smiled slightly, and put my arm around Aurora's wasit and looked down at her, "You ok?" I asked concenared.

I smiled. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?" I pointed out.

I shruged and smiled, I kissed her forhead, "Now lets look around" I said before walking to a exam. Keeing her close to me.

I sighed. "I'll see you around...I've gotta get back to camp," I said. I had no idea either of them were half-bloods...so I kept the full name of my full time home to just "camp".
I turned to Ian. "Camp?" I echoed curiously.

I looked at him curouisly, before asking, "Who's your mother?" It would seem like a odd question, so==but if he was talking about the same camp I was thinking off, it wouldn't be. My fingers seemed to flicker, if he could see it, he was a demigod or clear sighted, otherwise it'd looked like sun glittering of my hands. I waited for his respones. He looked kinda familer

I noticed the sparks on the tips of his fingers. I narrowed my eyes, looking at the two. "Nyx..." I answered simply, wondering what their response would be.

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