Torment of the Teenage Soul [ CLOSED ] KATIE, KEEP THY MITS OFF. xD

I grimaced as thousands of droplets splashed onto my head, plastering my hair down on my forehand, almost concealing my vision as Zan pulled me away by my arm. "Nice magic act you got there. But I would appreciate it if you not pull my arm out of it's socket." I said loudly over the roar of the mini-storm. I dare not turn around to see what could be a very steamed, literally again, James. Then again, I was glad he didn't have time to react to my punch. That could have been ugly. "Alright then... sure, the Mall, why not?"I muttered coherently as we both dashed into the mall as the storm progressed down from the hill towards us. I panted and bent over, catching my breath.

Once I had got my composure back together, I stood upright once again, and looked at Zan, grinning. "You know, I could have just poofed us in here." I chuckled, taking her hand. "But thanks." I looked around at the store, the temptation to steal something warm nagging at my brain. "One sec." I chuckled softly, popping into thin air and popping back over by a sweatshirt rack. I sifted through the clothes, looking for something that was the least bit warm. I grunted. Nothing. Whatever, I wasn't beginning to feel as cold anymore. I quickly popped back next to Zan, and interlaced my fingers with hers.

"So you come here often?" I grinned, sitting on an imported box from who knows where.

Zan pulled her hand from his in a rather emabaressed mannner. If it wasn't for her blush she would've said something snappy. But no. "Technically I'm still dating James."
Technically it's called playing the field.
Technically...your so right. I love you.
I know you do.
After her little mental conversation with her inner-right-wrong voice thingy she looked up at him and leaned back against the bench thing and groaned, "I hate my life. Why is it so difficult? If it weren't for my fear of burning in hell, I would've killed myself by now." She put her hands over her face and sobbed silently into them. She leaned forward on the bench and wiped her tears away leaned onto Sam. "I need to go buy myself something. I need a new Northface..." She said getting up and sauntering away from the bench. Roxanne had mascara and eyeliner running down her face mixed with tears as she entered Dick's. "Stupid boys..." She muttered under her breath as she spoke with the cashier on getting a job there. She looked over to the bench where Sam was sitting and she blushed again. What was going on with her emotions? She wasn't fourteen anymore. This shouldn't have been happening.
At least Will gets a daddy. Sam does look alot like Steven.
He looks nothing like Steven, you biotch.
I'm just saying.
I'm saying that I killed Steven. Will will never have a daddy.
Technically Sam and Steven are both sons of Hermes. Brothers.
So?
So...Will kinda does look like Sam since Will is a grandson of Hermes.
True...
So you could always sleep with Sam and say Will was the offspring since without the helps of the gods you should still be seven months along.
But Will was already born...
Oh. Dangit. I didn't think that through.
Yeahh...shut up, now.
You could still sleep with him.
I know. Now be quiet.

((Key:
Blue=inner-voice
Darkslateblue=Zan))

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This post deserves a plus rating. So I gave one.

((Erm...ok?))

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OOC: It was well written.

((That's great.))

Posts : 1234 Join date : 2010-12-26 Location : Canada

OOC: Wish California would post here soon. This is getting really interesting.

((Shhh! It's Dan's turn. I'm trying to keep him notified of this! >.> So don't post after this))

I stared at Zan. It was as if I could see little gears revolving in her head. Weird. She seemed to be arguing with herself... and I thought I heard, or rather - I have no idea - that somewhere in there I was mentioned. I grew a bit uncomfortable, and walked a little away before coming back towards her. "Don't care if you're dating James. Because I know how you feel about him. We can read each others' minds, remember?" I rolled my eyes sarcastically.

The rain was still pounding down the windows outside. "Man, what's up with your dad? Does he not like me?" I chuckled. "Err, so what the heck were you arguing with yourself about?" I asked, turning my back to her and looking out the doors. James was no where to be seen in the downpour. I wondered where he was. Hopefully not trying to kill me. I turned back to Zan, anticipating what she was about to say.

She put her hands up to her temples and rubbed in a circular motion and continued walking throughout the store until she remembered what she was going to do here. "Oh..." She mumbled as she half-staggered out of the store.
((Honestly, I worry about her...xD))
She hardly glanced back at Sam as she replied solemly, "I was arguing with my conscience about sleeping with you. It told me it -- sleeping with you -- was a good idea. I agree. But that wasn't the point," She said blatantly as she recited most of the conversation. Zan then glanced up at the skyward windows on the ceiling, "Noo...he doesn't like all my boyfriends."

I stood, shocked. "Err... well, alright then. Sounds good." I chortled. "Yeah, I really want to meet your dad someday. Figure he'll blast me to smithereens," I said, just dodging a bolt of lightning crashing down not a few feet away from me. "So uh, what're we doing here anyway?" I scratched the back of my neck as I walked towards Zan, my hair dripping once again. "We better get wherever we're going quick before James comes out of his phase and starts to steam." I grinned. "Get it? 'Cause he's a son of Hephaestus and it's raining." My grin smoothed out. "Yeah... I suck." I laughed at myself.

~ Dean has to post in soon. xD

"Didn't I tell you?" She murmured as she walked briskly into the nearest department store. "I'm going to a club tonight with my friends." She said as she ran her fingers over the nearest nice, designer, silk top. She winced when she saw the price tag. "Gods...I'm so broke it's not even funny. Then again...neither are you." Zan grinned at herself, aglowing with pride at her joke.

(( And I finally finished xD))

"A club? People have money there right?" I grinned suddenly deviously, my eyes glowing. ((CRIMINAL MIND. CRIMINAL MIND.)) Then I wiped the smile off my face. That must have looked pretty darn creepy. "Sorry about that... must have looked pretty darn creepy." I chuckled sheepishly. "Yeah, I know I'm not funny. I must be boring you to tears." I said, my face stern but my eyes warm and bouncing with laughter. ((LOL. His eyes are bouncing. Creepy much?)) I looked around, a sly look on my face. "I'm gonna snag us some money. One sec." I whispered to her, right before popping into thin air, and popping right behind the cashier lady, who shrieked and fell to the ground, unconscious. I quickly grabbed all of the money in the cashier and popped into thin air once again, somehow managing to get onto the roof of the building. I steadied myself. This was strange. "Uh, hey Zan!?" I shouted below, skidding to the edge of the roof. "I somehow managed to get myself up here, but I got the money." Naturally, as soon as I said that, I heard the whine of sirens drawing nearer and nearer. "Oh Styx." I muttered.

Narrowing her eyes with the sudden annoyance of Sam she dashed up the emergency exit stairs to the roof and bust open the door. "Wow...we're failures..." She grinned at him. "I'll just get something from that girl I know..." She mumbled as her eyes fixed on the nearing sirens.

((screw family...screw the idea of only one comp...screw you Uncle Jimmy...))

Driving my car rapidly down the street, I was braking a couple of laws. First off, I was an underage driver. Secondly, I was going about 50 mph above the speed limit. Thirdly, I had stolen the car I was driving. And lastly, I had no license.

Making a sharp right turn I turned onto the street with the others. Seeing fellow demigods, including the Zeus cabin leader, I stopped and jumped out of the car, leaving it on the other side of the road. No car was Chase Proof! I felt good, and I walked closer to the building.

Soon I recognized one of my brothers. "Sam!" I called. "What'd you snag this time? I got that car over there!" I pointed to the car, not caring that I had admitted to my crime. I looked at Zan and cocked my head. These two were up to something. I had nothing better to do, except get out of the car fiasco.

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By day, Magnus Starkweather was Magnus Starkweather, a rich son of Zeus with a big stash of guns. By night, he really put those guns to use as the costumed vigilante Thunder Hawk. Patrolling the streets of New York on his Harley, Magnus' costume was a black US Army combat uniform painted with lightning bolts. A combat helmet sat atop his head, wraparound shades hid his eyes and a black balaclava masked his face. Magnus' body was protected by a bulletproof vest and bronze plates worn underneath his clothing. His shoulder holster appeared to be empty, but actually held a number of firearms and a good supply of ammo.
Had Magnus gotten any word that Chase's car was stolen, he would have jumped the guy on sight. Instead, when he saw the small group of demigods, he parked his Harley fifty feet away and simply watched.
Cops are coming anyway. I'm not needed just yet. Besides, I have a feeling these people more than just ne'er-do-well teenagers, and I should size 'em up first.

((*narrows eyes* I told you when I was ready I'd PM you. *needs to close off topic to only her Dan and Dean*))

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OOC: I'm fairly sure you neglected to tell me you'd PM me. Second, I thought if Nico could post so could I. And also, my character does not need to interact with anybody until what needs to happen happens. He's just watching right now, and I did that for a reason.

--I didn't know I wasn't allowed to post. It said open. I thought it meant open.--

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OOC: Yeah, you missed the convo when Zan said she'd like to make it closed, at least for the time being.

--Okay. Then take my post back. If it comes open, I'll repost it, but I need to keep it here so I don't loose it.--

((1. I didn't neglect to PM you, smart one. Dan and I get always be on so the topic isn't moving as fast as you wish so you'll have to wait until the club scene is over. Seriously. That's when I think it'd be best for Maggie to come in. And for Chase...well maybe after the club scene too.))

--Okie-Dokey. Bye bye, ta ta, and all that jazz.--

"Yes," I chuckled. "Yes we are." I now looked from Zan's face to the sirens, the police cars now visible. "Err, so what's the plan? Should we just pop into the club now to get away from the cops? Or should I knock 'em out?" I grinned at the latter option. "Whatever." I said, without waiting for an answer and jumping off of the building.

You might think that the move I just made was completely stupid. I guess you're right, but then again, I had some control over what happened next. A few feet before crashing into the concrete sidewalk, I spun in mid-air and was gone, popping back out of nowhere in the shadows of an alley. Rubbing my hands together in anticipation, I quickly stepped forward and disappeared into thin air. The next thing I knew I was in the police car.

"Hey, fellas. How's life?" I asked them subtly. Before either of them could answer or take any action, I cross punched them right smack in the face, and they both fell, unconscious. Unfortunately, the guy at the wheel fell forward, his head pressing on the horn. A loud blaring filled the car. I quickly escaped back onto the roof with Zan.

I smiled. "So... you have an answer?" I asked, implying if we should go to the club now, or if I should take out a few more cops. Some were already on their way.

As Zan watched the entire scene her mouth had dropped open about halfway through and she hadn't realized it until she felt something wet against her chin. She wiped off the spit and closed her mouth as Sam appeared on the roof, "...Uh, can we just go to my apartment. Danielle is probably already there waiting for me. I still need something to wear." She said scratching at the back of her neck. With any luck, her fashion conscience friend had gotten the hint about the top Zan loved and the jeans and shoes and she had gotten them with her money. Danielle was upper middle class and Zan was lower middle class. Always become best friends with a rich girl. "So take me to my apartment Mr. Taxi." She smiled up at him. Wait...how is this supposed to work? Do I just hold on to you or something? She thought at Sam.

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