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[color=darkgray][sub][i]Son of [color=000000]Hades[/color] | Prince of the [color=darkred]Underworld[/color] | First [color=orange]Year[/color][/i][/sub][/color][/url][/center]
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[right][i][sub][color=darkgray][color=red]T[/color]ime: Morning
[color=red]L[/color]ocation: Apollo’s Cafe
[color=red]I[/color]nteractions: [color=Goldenrod]Golden Girl[/color][@Altered Tundra], [color=FFDAB9]Golden Girl's Friend[/color][@Allycat]
[color=red]M[/color]entions: [color=6ecff6]Dallas[/color] [@Plank Sinatra], [color=lavender]Felix[/color] [@jetipster], [color=f49ac2]Beau[/color][@Crimson Flame][/color][/sub][/i][/right]

[INDENT][INDENT]

Night. That’s what Vivian was going to say, Gus was sure. It’s strange how first impressions work, let alone how much could be assumed after only a few minutes of interaction. There were many things he assumed of her, and they came to him quickly from his desperation to make a potential friend at his new school. From the start, her presence was undeniably cheerful and Gus couldn’t help but feel the comfort from her company, but her further actions casted such a mixture of feelings. He knew that this school was different, but the students were just like any other teen from the looks of it, so he assumed that the muffin was some kind of hangover remedy of hers. Gus’ first conjecture was that she must’ve been one of those cute girls that everyone adored—for her quirkiness, her humor, her presence, and best of all: her smile. But the label he so-quickly placed on her began to form into that of Olympus Academy’s popular blonde schoolgirl. Partying at night, especially when they’re not even finished with the first week of school, texting in the middle of their conversation, incredibly rude is all Gus could think—it wasn’t anything Gus hadn’t seen before.

Regardless of whomever she may be on the inside, her guise could not be ignored, nor could it be dismissed over such a trivial gesture. Gus has always been quick to decide whether someone were to be his friend or not, to save him the time and effort of getting to know a person and ending in the possibility of disappointment. His theory is that you should always be yourself, through and through. Any artificial personality one would present at first meeting is not somebody he’d wish to associate himself with. Nevertheless, there was something about Vivian that made it so he couldn’t get up and leave, as he normally would if he were in this predicament with anybody else.

At the mention of her brother, he turned around to see if her beauty and charm ran in the family. He was presented with three guys, probably upperclassmen by the looks of their maturity, but perhaps they were like Gus in which they looked older than they really were. One was tall and fair-skinned with icy blue eyes that appeared vibrant and beautiful. Even from where he was sitting, he could see their glow and feel an unanticipated chill from their glacial-like attribute. The other two matched Vivian’s character more, as they both had similar features, both possessing a similar presence to hers. One in particular, dressed in all pink, had a peculiar beauty to him. Except it was all attraction the flamboyant blonde had, and Vivian’s beauty shone more complex than something so comparingly simple. The other—golden haired and masculine combined with a much similar presence to Vivian’s, though it was accompanied by a stoic intimidation, not stemming from competitiveness, but more of a protective nature—that seemed more plausible.

And for a moment, Gus could feel a sense of insecurity building in him. Perhaps her lack of interest was because Gus [i]wouldn’t[/i] be a hotshot at this school like he was previously. Maybe what she saw in him was nothing compared to the six foot, greek demi-gods that walked with such confidence and grace. Regardless, Gus wasn’t one to fight for the attention of someone, so she gave her the opportunity to flee from the increasingly awkward conversation. Turning back to her, his bold, brown eyes trying their best to match the charm of her ensnaring gaze, he spoke, [color=C60000]“I promise that I’m probably not as fun to be around, if you’d rather go over there.”[/color]

And just like that, Gus’ plan was foiled by yet another face of unfathomable beauty. It seemed all demi-gods had the body and face worthy of magazine covers. This girl in particular seemed close to Vivian, maybe even considered her best friend by the way she was freaking out over their separation. Gus remained straight-faced throughout her arrival, but was, again, faced with a similar greeting that Vivian had to Gus. [color=C60000][i]‘Daughter of Demeter’[/i][/color], Gus thought to himself, another person proud to announce whom their godly parent was. 

In response, Gus left his introduction just as simple as it was before, [color=C60000]“I’m Gus.”[/color]

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