Around the World in... Less than 80 Days {P O P P Y}

Jared Frost. 

Around the World in... Less than 80 Days {P O P P Y} 2cdk7wj

Well, about a week ago I broke up with my fiancee, Skye, and have sworn to travel the world, protecting it from monsters. I haven't fought any monsters yet but I'll get there. It's been... so much fun. I've only been to India so far and Canada, but man it's been awesome. Been taking pictures, want to get back home and show everyone of what I've been doing. Especially Skye... I do miss her so much. I screwed up when I kissed Julienne and I will do anything to fix that. Anything. I think this year I'm going to stay to Asia, then go to Europe, Africa, Australia, and all the way back to South America. Then the seas. Oh the seas. How I long for you.

So... where was I. Oh yeah. I'm in India right now, taking pictures of the architecture and my blue eyes have almost seemed to glow these past couple days. Dunno why though. I love what I'm doing right now and I don't want to stop.

I snapped a picture of an old apartment building when I heard some shouts.

"Hm?" I grunted looking over to the right before hearing loud chants as a large group turned the corner. I thought it was some religious march so I didn't pay much attention to it, but when I saw how they clubbed a police officer in the head and stabbed a messenger boy, I ran.

I sprinted down the alleyways as fast as I could. I can't die now. Not now. Definitely not now. I turned a corner and barged straight into a bar and locked the place down as well as I could. A bartender sat, watching me and looking out the window in terror. There was one other person but I didn't pay much attention to her yet. I looked through a window as the mob walked off into the distance.

"Oh damn... thank the Gods..." I muttered to myself before smelling weird scent. I know that smell. "Who's smoking weed?"

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Looking up from her hand (which had a pot smoker in it), Poppy gazed up at him. She looked normal, just tired. Her eyes were a brilliant blue, and her hair, straightened and a pitch black. Puffing out another smoke, she closed her eyes slowly. "I am, idiot." Poppy raised an eyebrow. Wasn't it obvious that she was smoking pot? Tilting her head to the left a little bit, Poppy observed the guy. Hot. He had this cold tone to him. "I'm Poppy." she groaned, throwing the smoking pot in the trash next to us. Poppy wasn't high, oh hell no. Or, at least she didn't think so. Despite the room around her focus was turning purple and a deep green, she probably wasn't high. Now, where was she? All she remembered was hitching a ride on a truck and ending up at the airport. Was she in new york? Probably. Her vision slurring, and her mouth as well. "You wanna join?" She asked, peering into the garbage can.

That now looked more like an abyss.

Poppy stumbled, then fell into a chair. Wiping the sweat that beaded on her forehead, she blinked about three times. What just happened? Now doubting her abilities to tell if she was high or not, she hanged her head low and buried her face in her hand. But who was she to tell? Laughing a bit at first, then laughing rather maniaclly, Poppy brushed her hair back. Her piercings seemed to weigh a ton more, and that means her lip, nose, and chin felt like sagging. Her mouth hung open, and she took a nervous glance at the bathroom. She needed to pull herself together. "Can you hide me?" a woozy voice asked. "From the cops? I'm seventeen."

Jared Frost. 

"No... No thanks for the pot offer. Most cops around here don't five enough of a damn to actually care. 'Sides, drug laws are rarely enforced in India. Low priority," I said to her.

After ripping the bracing off the door and windows, I straightened my long sleeved shirt and turned toward the relived and slightly agitated bartender. I thanked her for her time and started to make way for the door when I heard a bashing noise.

"Huh?" I grunted out loud before two rioters from before burst in, chanting wildly as if they were possessed. "Pot sounds pretty good right about now,"

Two arms wrapped around by chest, pinning my arms to my side, letting the other rioter have full access to my face and body. I noticed something in there eyes before being punched in the stomach. I continued to get pounded, slipping away slowly. Ugh... damn.. dammit. I'm not dying today, I will see Skye again. I will!

"You messed with the wrong son of Khione..." I murmured before ducking below a punch, causing the rioter to strike his partner, who was holding me back, in the face. I go up, still being held back, and I use that momentum to jump into the air, and double kick the other rioter in the face, knocking him into a table. I land on the ground and rip one of his arms off of me and I use it to flip the man over my shoulder and onto the ground. Not letting go of the arm, I step on his shoulder and jerk his elbow to the side, breaking the entirety of the arm and causing him to go into shock and fall unconscious. As I let his arm drop to the ground, I duck a punch and hook kick the man in the face, knocking him out.

"HELL YEAH! THAT'S HOW WE DO IT IN THE KHIONE CABIN BISH!" I yelled out. Then I turned to the side to see the bartender looking at me strangely. I sigh and knock him out with one punch. I look att the high girl and sigh once more.I'm going to have to be the good guy now aren't I? And I was just about to go to England. Damn.

"Let's get you some place safe,"

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Everything happened so fast. Rioters came at me, and I closed my eyes. Of course I was high, but that just makes me stronger. Smiling at the man, I whispered into his ear. My voice as cold as ice, my breath chilling. "Die, now." I whispered, then blew hard into his ear. Ah, the daughter of the winter winds. My breath was ice cold, and it whistled. His eyes eventually getting dry and having him blink multiple times before returning his vision. His ears, obviously frosting and going deaf temporary, I smiled once more, and while he was in this state I socked him in the nose. Hearing a sick crack, I kicked the insides of his knees.

He fell down and as he did so, I stepped on top of him. How delightful. There was another crack and I snapped his arm. "You ain't getting pot today, bro." I stomped once more on his back. Stepping off, I wiped my forehead and stood in front of that kid. Son of Khione, eh? Could be useful.

Giving a head motion, I nodded and smiled. "Hey. I'm Poppy." I nodded, and grinned once more. There were bound to be more rioters. Yawning, I staggered once and fell down. On the floor, that is. I can't remember much after that. I don't know where he took me. Dammit, I'd have to call my Aunt that I'd be late for my tea in Paris.

Jared Frost. 

After that, it was pretty rushed. I remember most of it, but it was pretty boring and not worth telling. I had put her over my shoulder and had carried her to the hotel room I was staying at. Yeah, I'm not even kidding, no one cared. Scary huh?

Hours later, I was still taking notes on the rioters and things I had seen today, The Rioters had some weird things going on with their eyes, they were completely black with some weird yellow pupil. They darted from side to side, and they even rolled around a little. Wasn't natural. That means they have been taking some crazy drug, or they've been touched by some sort of magic. Dark magic. Sad thing is about the world? Probably is the dark magic thing. After sketching some of the eyes and taking notes on their fighting skills, I grabbed a drachma out of my bag and used it to call my friend Andrew Reilly, a Hecate kid, and ask him some questions.

He was happy to see me at first (or at least, his version of happy. Which is an acknowledgement of my existence). I asked him what the eye thing was all about and he thought for a moment. He rep lie with an explanation about a Hecate camper who disappeared a year or two ago who was able to do things most other Hecate campers could not, and was disliked by the staff and campers because of it. He even said that he had murdered several campers and... did things to another. He gave me a brief description of what he looked like. I asked what his name was, and he said it was irrelevant, since he was reported dead. The call ended abruptly, leaving me curious and confused.

"Note to self... watch out for this Hecate kid..." I whispered to myself quietly before looking at the bed that the Poppy girl was in a comatose state. Agh. I'm tired... forgive me Skye.

I groggily got out of my seat and got into a tank top and briefs. I climbed into the bed, keeping my distance from Poppy, and dozed off.

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Around the World in... Less than 80 Days {P O P P Y} Aquashirt

POPPY ELiZABETH SALLiN
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'Shipwreck in the sea of faces,
There's a dreamy world up there,
Dear friends in higher places,
Carry me away from here'

Ah, being sober was better than being high. When I awoke, I was in a really bad lighted hotel room. I was under some blankets, and curled up in a ball like a little baby. Stretching my legs out, and giving a little moan at the stretching of my calves, I arched my back and smiled lazily. Blinking several times, I patted back my hair and sighed heavily. Rubbing my eyes (but making sure I didn't rub off my makeup), I turned over on my side. In the bed next to me lay that guy who helped fight off the rioters. What was his name? Jason? Jackson? I can't remember... Wait, what was my name again?

Gods, I really got high last night. I think I was Poppy. Poppy Saltine? No, Sallin. Yeah, Sallin. "Um, hai. What's your name again?" I asked the guy who I peered at through my makeup covered eyes. I didn't bother to ask him why he was here, or where I was. Being alone with a hot guy was good enough for me. Blinking once more, my vision fuzzed, then focused. I guess I wasn't quite sober, but I wasn't quite high, either. Shaking my head, I flipped over onto my stomach and turned my head to look at him. My head rested on my hands on a REALLY uncomfortable pillow. Lumpy, yet a soft case.

'Travel light let the sun eclipse you,
'Cause your flight is about to leave,
And there's more to this brave adventure,
Than you'd ever believe'

Jared Frost. 

My eyes shot open. Uh. Where? I can't remember. Too tired. Thoughts going all over the place. Next thing I know, I heard a soothing female voice coming from behind me. Ohhh... oh... oh. Oh. This is not good. I turned around and squinted. Oh she's hot.

"We didn't... uh... we didn't... did we? Oh God I hope I used protection..." I muttered, my eyes wide. No offense to Skye or anything... but I would be okay with that.

If we didn't, I'd have to use all my willpower not to do that... I'd feel guilty either way.

Okay... memories coming back a bit. I was up late, uh, no I didn't do anything with her, uh... I went to sleep. As I said before, I used all of my willpower to hold myself back. Awww damn. She was hot with bedhead...

"Heyy... sorry about this. But uh... I kinda gotta get going," I said to her and jumped out of bed. I changed into a new shirt and moved into the bathroom when changing my underwear and jeans. I rolled my shoulders around and packed up my backpack. Oof. Time to go Demi-God hunting.

This is exciting. My first heroic deed while traveling. This is gonna be fun. Fun fun fun. If only I could bring Poppy along and then I would be like James Bond, a girl at my side, evil in front of me, and an awesome soundtrack. Yes. Yes.

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POPPY ELiZABETH SALLiN
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'Shipwreck in the sea of faces,
There's a dreamy world up there,
Dear friends in higher places,
Carry me away from here'

Swinging my legs out of bed, I watched as he headed into the bathroom. Dammit, I had to go to the bathroom. Can't a guy just get dressed anywhere else? I rubbed my neck and shook my head. I felt like a piece of crap. Rubbing my face, I opened my bag. Let's see. New clothing, my makeup bag... Protection? How the hell did this get here? I swiftly brushed them aside into the depths of my bag and took out my new clothes. Well, he wasn't here. Getting up to close the blinds, I slid my shirt over my head, making my bed head even worse. Making an annoyed groan, I blinked. Sliding my new shirt over my head (it was black, with a cute neon green baby monsted on it), I unfolded my jeans. Black and ripped at some places. Jewlery? Nah, I didn't need any.

Sliding off the sweats I wore to the airport, I folded them and put them in my suitcase, and slid on my jeans. Y'know that funny dance you do when you put pants on? I did kinda one of those slide back and forth ones. Thank the Gods Derrik (or whoever he was) wasn't here to see me. Laughing at myself. I stood up and got some white socks on. "I have to GO!" I shouted at him, opening the door. My face flushed when I saw him in only boxers. Standing there with my mouth open for about seven seconds, I pivoted on my heel and shut the door quietly behind me. "UM. SORRY."

'Travel light let the sun eclipse you,
'Cause your flight is about to leave,
And there's more to this brave adventure,
Than you'd ever believe'

Jared Frost. 

"Well... fine," I shrugged and put my backpack over my shoulders. Hnh. Crazy bish.

I walked to the porch in the hotel room, and looked over the edge. Oof. At least twenty feet. Okay... let's do this. I vaulted over the railing and dropped to the floor, grabbing the ledge just before I fall to the ground. Hooo... that was almost really bad. I chuckled before hearing a crack. What just happened?

I looked over to my hands, holding onto the ledge, and saw that the floorboards of the porch just broke off. Crappit. Oo I like that, Crappit. Okay, back to the impending death.

"AAAAAGHHHHH!" I screamed before falling off of the porch and flailing my limbs. I don't want to die. But it's gonna happen I guess. I closed my eyes, only seeing Skye, before feeling a huge pain in my back as I slammed into something And what was that something? A dumpster truck. I grunted in pain before falling into the trash part of it, and then rolling off of the truck and into a smaller car. I was sent flying into the dump truck rear bumper, and then rolled over onto the sidewalk, hurt, dirty, and just... not doing too good. Ow. Before I can get up and start running, a small kid looks at me for a moment as I pushed myself onto my hands and knees, and then kicks me in the no no square.

"EEEP." I yelped as I fell back onto my stomach.

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POPPY ELiZABETH SALLiN
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'Shipwreck in the sea of faces,
There's a dreamy world up there,
Dear friends in higher places,
Carry me away from here'

Oh Gods. He jumped off the edge and nearly killed himself. What the hell was he thinking?! My shoes not even on, I climbed up onto the porch railing and jumped off. It was a nice, cold winter day. Ah, perfect. Summoning some wind, I couldn't keep my fall straight, and I ended up being jerked left, right, yet my fall was broken. Landing on my side on the closed part of a dumpster, I rolled off of it and groaned. Gods that hurt. Brushing myself off, I ran over to where Justin was laying. He looked like... Well, he looked like he just went through the garbage disposal. Despite the ripped clothing and the horrid smell, he didn't look that bad. Still hot.

"Did you just see that? That was awesome." Poppy gawked, rolling her head and grinning like a deranged sociopath. Bending down to look at Jacob (what the hell was his name, anyways?), Poppy brushed his hair out of his eyes. His cheek was scraped, and he had several pieces of trash on him. The least she could do was try and ward off the smell and numb the cuts with cold air. "This might sting a bit, but Imma make your cuts go numb, okay?" she patted his hair down, and funneled some cold air onto his face for a second. Uttering a small sorry, she slowly moved the minature tornado onto his cuts. Trying to keep it steady, Poppy nodded and moved to the next cut. "You're an idiot, you know that?"

'Travel light let the sun eclipse you,
'Cause your flight is about to leave,
And there's more to this brave adventure,
Than you'd ever believe'

Jared Frost. 

"Ow... yeah I know. My ex used to tell me that a lot..." I grunted. "But the main reason I tried to do that was-" I was cut off by an Indian Hotel owner yelling something in Hindi at me along with two security guards. Oh they have swords. Something tells me they're not security guards.

"THAT!" I yelled out and grabbed her hand. She has soft hands. Okay, not the time to think about that right now.

I sprinted, dragging her along with me. Dunno why I did that, she could have easily gotten away. My wounds stung as I rain but I didn't care. I continued to sprint through alleyways until I was sure we got away from them. I panted as I let go of her very soft hand and heard scuffling. Ah crappit. Yes I am going to use that now.

I span around, dodging a sword swipe, and I grabbed his wrist, pulling back, and using his own arm to choke himself. Continuing this, I ripped out a gun from his pocket, turned slightly to the side, and shot a bullet into his slower companion. He exploded into gold dust as I jerked my arm back, causing the sword to slice his throat. He exploded into gold dust as well as I looked at the gun Celestial Bronze bullets. Awesome and useful. I turned the safety on and dropped the gun in my bag, turning back to Poppy.

"Hey... I'm Jared," I panted.

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POPPY ELiZABETH SALLiN
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'Shipwreck in the sea of faces,
There's a dreamy world up there,
Dear friends in higher places,
Carry me away from here'

Let's see. Crouched on the ground on my knees, I tended to Jordan's wounds... Um, he said something about his Ex, then she got yanked up, blah blah blah. Ah, there she was. Stumbling on her own two feet (socked of course), Poppy gasped for breath. Gods, where did Justin learn this stuff? That choking with their own hands was pretty cool, as well was the shooting and slicing and stuff. Before long, Poppy's hair glittered with gold dust. Disgusting, but it made her look like an angel. "Wow. Um. Jared, huh?" I stuttered at his name. JARED. I have it now. He knew that those guards weren't normal... Could he be a Demigod? Perhaps if I introduce my god parent he would tell me his? "I'm a daughter of Boreas. I'm guessing you're a son of Ares or something?" I asked him, laughing at my lame guess.

Wiping my eye, I tried to get the gold dust off my hair. It tickled oddly. Upon hearing grunts coming from the hotel lobby, I moaned and took his hand. Sending an intense wind gust to push him on, I ran with him away from the hotel. Where to hide, where to hide... "Tell me if you find a good spot to hide." I ask him, looking franticly to my left, then my right, then my left. Aha, iHop. Perfect. Taking a sharp (sharp) left, I jerked him into the main entrance of iHop. It smelled of pancakes, bacon, and eggs. Oh gods, it smelled gooooood.

'Travel light let the sun eclipse you,
'Cause your flight is about to leave,
And there's more to this brave adventure,
Than you'd ever believe'

Jared Frost. 

It was all kinda blurry and the next thing I know I was being shoved into an iHOP.

"I'm sorry, but whenever I've eaten at iHOP, i've never felt like hopping. More like having a heart attack," I murmured to myself.

A minute alter, poppy and I were sitting at a booth, and I was flipping through my notebook. Those guards. They had the same eyes, and they were human. Yet they exploded into monster dust. Why? Are they some new type of monster...? Or... maybe they're not even monsters. Maybe they're just animated constructs... oh my god... the Hecate kid did this. Oh crap. Aw crap.

I tried to get my mind off of that with some simple conversation.

"So... sup mang?" I said in a dork-like-fashion. God... she was hot. I kinda wanted to... oh.. what should I say... I want to... break... her... Ooo I like that. Break. Hnh.

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POPPY ELiZABETH SALLiN
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'Shipwreck in the sea of faces,
There's a dreamy world up there,
Dear friends in higher places,
Carry me away from here'

Looking up, we were sitting at a booth the usher led us to a table and handed us a menu with a water glass. Jared's hair was messy, and Poppy couldn't help but fix it. Hey, it was a way to get close to his face without actually being obvious, right? Sucessfully covering up his scratches. Sitting back down, she gazed over the menu. Trying to find something OTHER than the Junior iHop pancake breakfast, she finally made up her mind. What she had gotten since she was little, the pancake with the face out of whipped cream. "You do notice iHop stands for International House of Pancakes, right?" she looked up at him into his sweet... deep... chocolate brown eyes...

Poppy's thoughts wandered around, to the point where she almost wanted to break him... Like, now. Swatting that thought away immediately, she took a sip of her water. Damn cooks didn't bother chilling it. Blowing on her water (to make a relatively thick layer of ice around the edges of the glass), Poppy looked back up at Jared. Must. Avoid. Dreamy. Eyes. "Dammit, what am I thinking..." Poppy uttered slowly to herself, taking a shaky breath. Slowly, the awkward tension built between the two demigods, and became like a thick barrier that only a kiss could break.

What the hell am I thinking?!

'Travel light let the sun eclipse you,
'Cause your flight is about to leave,
And there's more to this brave adventure,
Than you'd ever believe'

Jared Frost. 

"Uh... why you looking at me like that?" I asked and turned back to my coffee. Wasn't hungry. Never was. Could get by on Ambrosia.

I sipped my coffee as I started to think. Where to go from here? I remember the last time anyone saw the Hecate kid was in camp. But... if I was a sadistic, evil, sonuvabish, where would I hide? Lawl I would be cliche and hide in Greece... wait. I got it. I really got it.

A small smirk came to my lips for the first time in a while. A real smirk. One only Skye would bring to my lips. Now... how to get to Greece... from here... well an airport would be nice.

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POPPY ELiZABETH SALLiN
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'Shipwreck in the sea of faces,
There's a dreamy world up there,
Dear friends in higher places,
Carry me away from here'

Let's see, as we finished up our breakfast, I sipped my orange juice and handed the waitress a single gold drachma. She gazed down in awe, as I might have well just handed her a 100 dollar bill. Nodding, I stood up and waited for Jared to get out of the booth first, and then che carried her bags with her to the lobby. Fumbling through a small pocket in my bag, I pulled out a small bottle of Chanel perfume. Good enough, it smelled strong enough to cover up any scent we have to monsters. "Here, put this on. It'll cover up our scent, or YOUR scent to the monsters."
And on that note, we left to the airport.

At the airport, we quickly boarded a plane to Ancient Greece (don't ask how) and we were on the plane. It smelled funny, and was quite crowded. Not happy with how it turned out, I began to get nervous about Greece. I had heard on the news that the Greeks have been kidnapping tourists. Ugh, I didn't want to think about being kidnapped. Well, it would be fun to learna bout our history. With all the greek gods, and their pasts. The Parthenon seemed like a cool thing to see, too. This wasn't going to be bad, I hope.

'Travel light let the sun eclipse you,
'Cause your flight is about to leave,
And there's more to this brave adventure,
Than you'd ever believe'

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