Relaxation [p r i v a t e]

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My life is calling for my attention at the moment.
I'll invade a little later))

((I'll wait for the both of you.
That's mahh jobb. xD))

Clomping over to Thalia's Pine rather slowly, a very disgruntled looking Ace grimaced and eased himself down on a side of the tree without anybody there. Despite the fact that he had been incredibly weak and powerless earlier, he had tried to train more anyways. Everything was sore now - his back was sore, his legs were sore, his arms were sore, his muscles creaked and burned. He was pretty sure his body hated him right about then.

Whatever. Pain was unpleasant but he would get through this, and one day he would have forgotten all about the immense inconvenience he had experienced, many moons ago. That sure as heck didn't make him feel any better at the moment though. Gods, this was even worse than gym class as a kid. Yep, Ace openly admitted that as a child he had more... geeky hobbies and interests. No, he didn't wear a sweater vest or have glasses, though he did feel that he needed glasses sometimes. Ace got decent grades and he played chess, video games, read books, etc etc.

... How had he even got on that topic anyways?

After a few moments had passed, he willed himself to stand up while he cursed and swore under his breath. Since when did such a simple action like standing require such enormous effort? Stretching out his aching limbs, Ace stared at the grass as it moved almost sensually when the breeze caused it to stir. He snapped out of it. Instead, turning around and staring at the two people also at the Pine. Nope, they didn't seem familiar at all. They seemed like they were just oozing with power though, it made him kind of jealous. After all, he was the weakling Hades kid who had arrived a few months ago but still hadn't gotten the hang of things. In pretty much everyone's eyes, he was a failure.

"What are you doing just sitting there?" He asked, his tone a bit more on the obnoxious side. Storm sky eyes examining the two, Ace mussed his hair and raised an eyebrow. He was well aware of the tension between most females and males when they were alone, it wasn't unusual. Teenagers were especially hormonal. Sure, he wasn't exactly social, but he knew stuff like that. He was just barely a teenager himself, give it a few more years and he would be an "adult."

Big whoop.

Adulthood sucked from what he heard. Ace doubted he would raise a family, since he didn't feel compelled to "culture new life." Work would probably be boring since he didn't know what he wanted to do for a living. All he would be doing was a corporate drone's work, and paying a drone's rent, and living a drone's life. Maybe he would join the military.

Surely this camp would forced him out subtly when he turned twenty. There was pretty much only teenagers here training. Adults should fend for themselves because they were able to. Ace didn't want to fend for himself. He was much too scared on the inside. Although he should been more afraid of the camp he was currently at.

These people - these kids, they killed people without batting an eye, whereas Ace couldn't help but wince and do all he could so he wouldn't break down when he had first destroyed a monster. It hadn't gotten easier from there. Some said that it wasn't difficult to kill, since monsters didn't have souls and all. It wasn't nearly as effortless as it appeared. The shrieks, the horrible horrible shrieks that they gave off before exploding into dust, they filled his ears, filled him with guilt. What was more sickening, he was actually good at killing. That made him so disgusted, it wasn't even funny. How could it be possible for one person to be so twisted?

It wasn't fair. Not fair at all.

Damn it Crispy. So long. >_> 7 Paragraphs, while me and Pink do 3-4? YOU KIDDING MEH?!

Lawrence let his thoughts flow aimlessly through his mind as he laid his back against the pine. He could feel the strong timber lightly pushing into the center of his back and the soft grass as it brushed against his palm. But he didn't let those feelings of touch distract him. He had other things to recall.

Lawrence could remember his childhood -- from when he was around five. He was small back then, smaller than usual. Below average height than the rest of the others in his school. It was one of those posh schools. He didn't like it. Not one bit. Everyone was polite. Too polite. The school taught them all about different subject, but they emphasized on manners. He let out a weak smile.

Everyone was rich in the school. Then again, money was the only thing that could've even gotten you into it in the first place. It was prestigious, necessary for a 'bright' future as they would call it. But not really, everyone's parents already had the money. The power to influence the market. The country, as some were son, grandsons or somehow related to a politician.

Graduating from the school led to another few years of hell. Middle and High school. The subjects were made for business. To teach the kids that attended it how to become rich. How to be successful. Nothing they taught was meant for a normal, casual life. But it was never the case for Lawrence. Being a demigod, his life was destined to be different. Abnormal.

It wasn't fair. But if you could just spend a minute to think. What was fair in life? Nothing. You were either rich, middle classed, poor. The poor will seldom find their way to have a good life. The rich just had to have the best, no matter what it was. Food? Spend a few thousand for a personal chef... Of each nationality of food they were good at. Cars? The fastest, most luxurious cars men could ever dream of affording. And being rich usually caused trouble, too.

When you watch those TV shows about being kidnapped for money -- it wasn't a joke. They're 100% real. Even though he had excluded himself from most people at his 'school', he still had some friends. They enjoyed being rich of course, but you can't really force everybody to think just like yourself. One of them were unlucky. It was sudden and happened so fast, he had been in the classroom, finishing some school work. A white van drove into the school grounds and in an instant, it was gone.

It wasn't until after somebody had told him, he realized that his friend had disappeared. Even a moron could make out what really happened. He was taken. Kidnapped. He was simply at the wrong place at the wrong time. He was back a few days later, no doubt a large ransom was paid off. But rich people had the money. And nothing to spend it on -- they already have everything they could want.

Lawrence inhaled the soft air around him, setting his eyes on the faraway horizon.

Raising his eyebrow, Ace was about to say something equally sarcastic - or close to as sarcastic - but he was just too tired. Resting sounded pretty good right now. Slumping against the tree, he stared at the clouds above him and frowned. Where had all his time for naps gone? Then again, he had never really received any time for sleep, he had to make time. Well, not exactly make time. Was the even possible? Maybe if you were a child of Kronos or something... Did Kronos even have children? He was definitely the most evil superior being out there, didn't evil people usually have no time for reproduction? Why was he even thinking about that?

He shook his head furiously before stopping almost immediately after because it was kind of dizzying. That was bad. Did shaking his head usually make him feel all woozy? Alright, no more sudden movements. Crossing his arms, he sniffed and rubbed his nose. There wasn't really anything to think about at the moment, his mind was sort of blank. Time for a nap. Blinking, he rubbed the coming sleep out of his eyes and sat up a bit straighter. He decided to 'socialize' instead of nap for once, he wasn't even sure why. Maybe because he felt this pull to talk to these two - rather peculiar - people. He had a feeling that they were become friends and for once, just once, something would go right and he would finally be able to trust someone. Maybe, just maybe.

"Are you guys trying to communicate with me mentally or something, because my ears hear nothing." He said, not exactly smiling, but he wasn't sporting his usual grimace/scowl. If he did say so himself, it was rather refreshing. People seemed to think that facial expressions told so much about a person, and Ace.. well, he didn't exactly disagree, but it was easy to get fooled if you believed in such things and stuck to them. Although being able to stick to something was quite admirable. If only Ace could be the type of person he admired, it would be so much easier to deal with himself and his stupid quirks. There were so many of them, but he had learned to cope.

(( I'm sorry. D8 Shorter post because I'm brain-dead. .-. ))

Lawrence blinked, his hand hovered instinctively over his forehead, blocking off the incoming rays of light emitting from the shining sun above. The light didn't hurt his eyes, the shade from the pine helped that much and the perfect peace, he could just hear everything around himself. The soft breathing of the others, his own heartbeat, the wind brushing past the leaves as the made a soft wooshing sound. It was peaceful, quiet. A place where anybody could relax, a place you might find if you were lucky.

Maybe Lawrence is just lucky right now, he never had been. Mystical monsters were always on the lookout for a 'meal'. Being a demigod... Lets just say it boosts the chance of being eaten. Now being a big three... You're on the priority list. He sighed, letting his eyes rest again, he could hear Reese speaking, but knowing he wasn't the one the speech was directed to, he said nothing, remaining quiet to enjoy the remaining peace they'd have until the next training session began.

His back ached as he shifted into a more comfortable position. It wasn't painful, more uncomfortable than anything else. He heard the other person speak. Lawrence hadn't caught an actual glimpse of him, having no idea who exactly it was. He shifted his head toward his right, to where the source of the words came from. He grinned, he recognized who exactly this person was.

Ace.

Lawrence didn't know him well. And knowing from what he's heard and seen so far -- neither did anybody else. He didn't remember who's child he was, but he could sense. Feel. A strong power flowing out of his body, like a powerful aura telling people not to go too close. The feeling wasn't normal. His senses tingled and his body shivered. Definitely not a good idea to be on his bad side.

Lawrence shrugged at his comment. "I've been waiting for someone to say something... Sort of..." He muttered in response. Having a slight smile all the same. Out of all three of them, he didn't expect for Ace to start the conversation. To Lawrence, Ace seemed like your local gangster hanging around the alleys. Funny thought, but it wasn't exactly a lie. Ace wasn't entirely muscular, but his build was definitely tougher than Lawrence's. He was tall, way above average. More than six foot at first sight, but he couldn't make out the exact figure.

Lawrence didn't think about it though, he had peace and time. He was going to use it well. Whether to nap, rest, take a break, think. It didn't matter. In times of crisis, peace wasn't easy to come by. He was just glad with a few minutes. He wouldn't be surprised if it were to end now.


OOC: Yesh. It sucks. Brain-dead like Crispy :3

ooc: Pink, is this the topic you wanted me to join? xD

OOC: Yes >:]

"The name's Ace." He said, thinking how weird this conversation was, since none of them were facing each other. Pausing, he rolled his head and heard a satisfying pop of his neck. That was better. His back was starting to hurt from his bad posture so he straightened up and sighed.

(( Ohmygosh. Didn't want to hold this up <-- lame excuse. I OWE YOU GUYS ONE SUPER AH-MAZING POST. ))

OOC: Actually, I think we should keep our posts short for the time being. Then, eventually, lengthen each paragraph ;)

ooc: who do you guys want me to use? Bellinda, Matzie or a new character I'm making?

Anyone but Matzie since Catherine shall RP with him >:]

Winding up his arm, Ace scowled and glared at a tree away from them. "The beach is crowded with couples who're eating each others' faces - kind of gross... and fascinating, but I'm not too fond of it." He said, dismissing the very thought of the beach. Love was so.. overrated. What was the appeal of soul mates and other romantic hubbub? Honestly, they were just lies anyways. Soul mates didn't exist, there was no fate, and they didn't have destinies. Smirking humourlessly, he rolled his eyes at how weird his mind could get. How on earth did he even manage to stay on topic with a brain like that? It was a miracle.

Lawrence let out a slight smile at Ace's description on couples. They were true, maybe a bit exaggerated. "My favorite place in the world..." He paused, thinking briefly. "Ruined by those couples 'eating each others' faces', like you said." He smirked at his comment. Maybe communicating with people here weren't so bad. Maybe it was just the three of them-- Reese, Ace and himself, that had something in common. If that was true, he wouldn't mind having company around him, instead of being alone.

OOC: I just got home, didn't want to leave you guys hanging xP