[hr][hr] [center][h1][sub][i][color=red]Talon[/color][/i][/sub][/h1] — [b]۵[/b] [b]۞[/b] [b]۵[/b] — [img]https://i.gifer.com/4P8o.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Elias [@Metztli][/sup][/center] [hr][hr] Giving up on him already. Talon shouldn't be surprised. He shook his head, fury rising in him once more. Cared? Cared? As if that word truly had meaning, these days. Just fake words to say, nothing meaningful. Just words to make you seem better then you were. Elias had given up- that much was clear. He didn't care. No one did. The older boy was just proving his point. [i]I'll be here[/i] except he wasn't, not really. Always thinking of something else, or dealing with something else. No one fucking cared. He didn't know where he was going, but Talon started to walk. No one would care if he just walked right out of camp. Perhaps he would, if he had somewhere to go. He wanted to hit something. Break something. Who the fuck cared what. A tree. A rock. A person. It didn't fucking matter. All he knew was he just wanted to destroy something. Anything. No one wanted to try. Not one cared. He was alone- he always had been. He didn't care- couldn't care- about what was going on back at the tower, the grounds. What was the point? It was all about power. The only power Talon needed was the power to protect himself. He tried to keep a hold of the fury, to keep it burning in his chest. Octavia had only cared he was [i]winning[/i]. She'd taken that away from him without a damn care, and then called him a fucking coward. No- no that was not the train of thought he needed. Yanking his attention away from that line of thought, Talon found himself standing by the lake. No where else to go. Unless he just walked into the lake and never came out again. It would be so easy to just... let go... And why shouldn't he? No one cared enough to try. It had always been that way. No one ever to help him... only tear him down... As the feeling of melancholy washed over him, his anger died. He crouched, laying a hand on the water, as if he could just be sucked in, and washed away. He hurt. Physically... well, that would heal. But had he ever truly healed from other wounds? He hurt. Inside, where no one cared to look. Where no one cared to dig deeper. [i]Weak... [/i]. He closed his eyes, his heart beating painfully, as if it could sense the edge he was on. [i]nothing to cry over, be a man, take it like a man![/i]. Octavia couldn't know the can of worms she had opened. It hurt too much. [i]Awww, the little baby is angry! Well come on, show me what you've got![/i] The voice echoed through his mind, and Talon could almost see the vile bastard. Oh, how he wished he could kill him. There were times where Talon just didn't think he'd ever feel anything but this... this numbness. It was easier to hide it... Don't let anyone see, then they can't hurt you. Except that was fucking lies. They could still hurt him. The proof was back at that fucking tower. Anger was better, but he couldn't muster it. Talon dropped his head into his hands, blood drying still left a mark, but he didn't care. Pain and Anger. Something besides the numbness, besides the feeling of nothingness. Just something to let him know he was still alive. Why did it hurt so much to care? Why did it hurt so much, why did he feel betrayed? Why wasn't anything he did good enough? Why did he have to fail in everything? He wasn't good enough. He never would be. The rest of them would be better off without him. So why didn't he just do it? Rid them of the problem child, the one that no one could reach. That no one tried to reach. No one was coming to help him... he wasn't worth it. It would be so easy to let go... [hr][hr] [center][h1][sub][i][color=yellow]Niesha[/color][/i][/sub][/h1] — [b]۵[/b] [b]۞[/b] [b]۵[/b] — [img]https://i.gifer.com/EpHU.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Sam [@Blackmist16][/sup][/center] [hr][hr] Niesha's gaze roamed over everyone once more. Everyone seemed to be on the same page- that it was, as her brother had so eloquently put, bullshit. Her gaze sought answers, even if there weren't any there. It seemed to her that the Gods, particularly it seemed Aphrodite, had just chosen a random camper for one of their mind games. The Gods couldn't act out against one another, not directly, but they could maneuver people... a cats paw you could say. And often it was their demi-god children. Given more freedom to act then the Gods, their children could, unwittingly, unknowingly, be pawns in their games. So, who wanted to undermine Hades authority? Was Aphrodite working alone- she didn't particuarly care to count Ares, he had proven he would do anything for Aphordite's approval... Was she manipulating him as well? She lightly tapped her fingers against her thigh, thoughtful. Her gaze drifted once more, and landed on Sam. He was a curious one- sometimes the children of the lesser Gods were over looked, but as Pierre had so demonstrated, undermining them was a deadly mistake. [color=yellow]"They don't need proof to accuse someone."[/color] She said softly to him, [color=yellow]"All they need is a virtually impossible task, a way of undermining someone else's power. No, make it just possible to find a way out of the mess... "[/color] she sighed, shrugging. [color=yellow]"They're master manipulators... but they have one thing in common- they always underestimate us."[/color] She smiled a little impishly, before shrugging again.