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Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

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Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

_{l o c a t i o n • o l y m p u s a c a d e m y // n a i a d e s l a k e i n t e r a c t i o n s • e m m a & a z u r e @Rockette @SamaraJayne96}

Damien thought about Aiden. It wasn’t because Emma had asked about him. Granted, he was thinking more about Aiden, but the Son of Dionysus was already on his mind. He was trying to remember when the last time he saw him was and if that last encounter was anything worth remembering. To be honest, Damien didn’t not like Aiden. For every annoying trait that Aiden had, Damien could at least admit he wasn’t a boring guy to be around. Whether that was due to him being the literal life of a party or his genuine good spirit, Damien couldn’t say with certainty which one it was. The only thing he knew for certain was Aiden Weinmann was a difficult person to get along with if you didn’t see past his abrasive nature.

When he came to gaze at his sister with the same protectiveness she often showed towards him, Damien knew that if worst came to worst, she could handle Aiden no problem. If anything, Damien would have to protect Aiden from Emma, not the other way around. “As long as he doesn’t get on your bad side, he won’t have anything worry about,” Damien commented, smiling with a grin directed entirely at his sister. “But, between you and I, he’s what most would call a fuck boy. Arrogant, has a too much of an ego, and truly his father’s son.” Damien didn’t realize it, but he cracked a laughing grin when he spoke to his sister.

Soon, on her word, Damien had turned his head away from Emma and to the sight of a third person by the lake. It was clear as day who she was. The aura around her, though different, was familiar. Damien had no idea who she was specifically, but the scent of Hecate was oozing from her to such a degree that Damien smiled and gave her his attention while being mindful to his sister who was ready to assault her if she even so much as took a breath that was without Emma’s permission.

To make sure that didn’t happen, Damien squeezed her hand tight as to assure her nothing was going to happen to him and there was no reason to worry. “Don’t worry, Emma. She doesn’t seem to mean us any harm,” he said quietly, hoping his words would give Emma some reason to withhold her potential assault on the girl near them -- for the time being, at least.

As his crystal orbs locked on the girl just a few feet away, he figured he should at least say something so she didn’t think they were a couple of weirdos who liked being by the lake alone together. “Can we help you with something? You’re giving off some serious stalker vibes just staring at me like that.” Damien tried to be as polite and neutral as he could not only because he didn’t want to provoke this girl in case she was indeed one of the crazy ones, but he also didn’t want to give Emma any further reason to react impulsively. That was his job.

Charity Beach: Paradise Gone [Semi-Sandbox/Superhuman]

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Charity Beach Festival → Boardwalk

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Ava had been hard at work both in her day job and when she did what she could to make sure the area she lived in was, at the very least, safe from those who would try to do harm to it and those who lived there. And, for the most part, her actions were received well from the very people she protected. To the community, Ava -- or more popularly known as The Protector -- was a hero amongst them. Anyone from community leaders to the kids could be seen donning imitations of her known outfit.

When she walked around as Ava Mosconi, she felt a pride she had to do her best to mask when she heard people talk about The Protector of Seminole Hill. As highly as she was regarded by the community, law enforcement and local politicians weren’t too keen on the idea of there being a vigilante amongst their midst. Whether it came from the side of those who didn’t like it when someone else did the police’s job for them, put themselves in danger, and made it harder for law enforcement to keep those safe or the side of the anti-Metahuman rhetoric that Ava had seen since moving to Charity Beach, she didn’t seem to be a fan of the police and those who backed the police. There have been a few times where Ava almost got caught.

Key word being almost.

Ava’s days since coming to Charity Beach have been spent working and working. On this particular late afternoon, when she had half of a mind to skip the entirety of the festival, but her mind was changed almost immediately when she had taken it upon herself to check out what the big deal was. The sight of the food, the music, and the amount of space the festival covered changed her mind; so much so that Ava had found herself roaming the streets, grabbing a corn dog from one of the concessions stands as she just roamed away.

At some point, she was by the beach - the boardwalk, to be specific - and Ava smiled. For all of the muggy humidity that South Florida brought, especially for someone like her who didn’t dress appropriately, at least not in the beginning, Ava appreciated the breeze that came with the beaches. She walked along the boardwalk, engaging in whatever fun and games that appealed to her. For the first time in at least a month, Ava had taken a day off.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Featuring Marco and Soleil Castillo}

The one thing that he hated most about having any form of an injury was how he always woke up uncomfortable and in some form of pain. And despite Sonny’s tough exterior and when he inflicts pain to others, when it came to dealing with pain himself, he was, as Drea would call him, a big baby who can’t handle a little pain. He usually would disagree, but boy-oh-boy, Sonny was not in the mood this morning to deal with anything but the other side of his pillow. Anything else could fuck off or wait until it was a little later.

Coming from the bathroom, the sound of a flushed toilet in the distance, Sonny walked rather casually, clad in Pikachu boxers and a Nirvana T-Shirt, he was halfway to his room when he heard the sound of his mother call out to him. She must have heard him wake up, or maybe she saw him and he didn’t see her. Whichever the case, he was at the crossroads where he could pretend he didn’t hear her and hope that he was just hearing things or he could do the responsible thing and go see what she wanted.

Sonny stood in a blind spot from the staircase that led downstairs to the foyer and where his room was. After taking a minute and hearing his mother repeat his name, Sonny let out a sigh and went back to his room. If it really was so important she see him, she could come to get him herself.

Now back in his bed, no more than a minute later as Sonny was finally comfortable, in came his mom - or so she thought she was. Little did she know, he locked his door. A mistake Sonny would soon pay for.

“Jackson Torvald Drake Jr!” Viola Banks screamed, banging on his door until it forced a now somewhat worried Sonny to crawl out of bed.

As he groaned, he unlocked his door. He came to the sight of his mother’s livid face. He scratched his ass and just looked at her with the most annoyed expression he could muster. “Yes, mother?”

“Did you not hear me calling you?”

Pretending he didn’t, Sonny shrugged. “It was hard to hear when you didn’t say anything. Why? What’s up?”

“Marisol’s parents are downstairs.”

“Okay. And..?”

“They want to know where their daughter is,” Viola clarified, resulting in Sonny's complete understanding of her urgency.

Before he said anything, Sonny wasn’t given the chance. The only thing he was able to do was to be forced out of his room in the little clothing that he had on. He didn’t think his mother was actually going to allow him to come downstairs, but something interesting happened. His mother’s sense of urgency had, as Sonny saw, a desperate factor. Like she was more worried about Marisol and whatever her parents were going through more than she cared about how her son looked to company. Luckily for her, he grabbed his silk robe before she yanked him out of his room.

When they reached downstairs and they went into the family meeting room where a somewhat worried Soleil Castillo and a more obvious distraught Marco Castillo sat, Sonny’s father, to the boy’s surprise, was actually home. “Amazing. You’re not out and about.” Sonny managed to say before he felt the pinch of his mother’s finger on his arm. He gave her a nasty look before she gave one of her own. “What can I help you two with?” He asked as genuinely as he could, given the circumstances.

Sonny was plenty cranky and in a lot of pain. Not a good combo when he’s expected to be helpful.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Soleil asked, seeing Sonny’s nasal fracture.

Whether it was his sleep-deprived mind or just the general lack of familiarity he had with Sol (or lack thereof), Sonny found himself not quite prepared for her bluntness, yet he smiled at it nonetheless. “I imagine you know how it happened more than anyone. I lowered my guard and a cheap shot was thrown.” What they didn’t know was Salem actually caught him off-guard, but the hell he was going to let Soleil, of all people, know that.

“My boy, you need to take better care of that face of yours,” Jackson said, shaking his head.

“It won’t happen again, that I can promise you.” That was the absolute truth. Sonny wasn’t going to ever to let Salem Rivera get the better of him again.

“Anyway,” Viola interrupted the men and tomboy of the group and looked at Marco. The older man was well on his way of crumbling and bringing on the waterworks. “Marisol’s parents are worried about their daughter. They wanted to--”

“She didn’t come home last night!” Marco interrupted Viola, looking at Sonny. “Did she say anything to you? Like who she was staying with?” Marco asked.

He scratched his head, looking over to his parents. He couldn’t say it out loud, but they knew what he was thinking and the shrugged at him. “Well, I and Marisol aren’t on speaking terms, as you might know. And if not, well now I’m telling you: her and I aren’t on speaking terms,” he admitted to them, not mincing any words, it seemed.

“But you must know something?!”

“Well…”

“Go on, Sonny,” his mother said to him, the familiar voice she often spoke with when she was about to punish and or berate him.

As he sighed, he found some comfort in Sol and Marco’s gaze. Guilt overtook him as he saw Marco who, for all of his bizarre weirdness, was a good guy. A bit goofy like his own father, but Sonny found his weakness in seeing him in pain. “I don’t know where she is, but you might want to ask her homecoming date, Salem Rivera.” Somewhere deep down, Sonny knew namedropping Salem was a low blow, but he didn't’ give two shits about that freak of nature. “If anyone can tell you where she might be, it’s him.”

When he had told them that, Sonny saw a bit of light return to Marco’s eyes. It was at some point he had stood up and brought the little Drake teen into a hug. Sonny let out a grunt from the sudden embrace but also how his nose scrunched up against Marco’s broad shoulders. It was only a moment, but Sonny swore he could see The Light. Or maybe that was from the chandelier hanging above them. Either way, as soon as Marco realized what he had done, he let Sonny down.

“I’m so sorry, Sonny. Are you okay?” Marco asked, concerned for Sonny's weakened well-being.

The teen gave him a thumbs up. “I’ll be okay. I hope you’re able to find her.” If nothing else, Sonny didn’t want Marco to come over to his parent’s house on the verge of crying again.

As Sonny and his parents saw them off, Sonny waved to Marco, though Soleil didn’t join her husband quite yet. “I know you didn’t ask me, but I’m going to give you my advice anyway. You and Marisol go so far back. Fix it so you don’t lose that friendship for good.” Soleil advised him, her usual bluntness showing a rare, supportive form.

And Sonny just smiled at her. He didn’t know what else to do. It wasn’t like he had the words ready, though it made him start to think. Even as he closed the door and started to head back to his room, Sonny still wasn’t sure what to do. Was he really so stubborn that he couldn’t try and make amends with Marisol? Of course, there was a lot that their parents didn’t know. And his mother had tried to get him to do the right thing. Now, Marisol’s mother was doing the same.

As he closed his bedroom door and laid back-first on his bed, Sonny just stayed like that for about ten minutes. His phone was near him. He glanced at it and he still had the photo of the lake where he and Marisol had their first time. That made him go through his photos and saw so many pictures of them from their Junior year. They were so...stupid. The expressions she made and the ones he made him cringe, but also made Sonny laugh.

“So stupid,” he muttered to himself, tossing his phone onto his nightstand and turned to his side. And then Sonny suddenly propped up. Somewhere between almost falling asleep and thinking too hard on some things, he couldn’t very well stay in bed.

So Sonny got dressed. He kept the shirt he had on, traded his boxers for something less cringy and put a pair of jeans on and got his signature orange hoodie. In less than fifteen minutes, he was rushing down the stairs and brushed past his father. “Whoa, where’s the hurry, Flash?”

“Gotta make something right.”

“Oh, okay be sure to tell your--” Before Jackson could get the rest of his sentence out, the door had closed and Sonny was gone “--your mother where you’re going.” And it fell on nobody’s ears but the family dog who was sitting in front of Jackson, whining somewhat. “Fine, you must be hungry.”

Meanwhile, halfway on the road, Sonny drove in his truck on his way to the mall, though as he came to a red light, he pulled out his phone and dialed Marisol’s number, though it went straight to voicemail. “I know you’re ignoring me, but we need to talk. I don’t care how mad you are, but if I meant anything to you, you’ll meet me at the mall.”

As he left that, Sonny took off, speeding towards The Gardens Mall. Whether Marisol showed up or not was up in the air. At most, he could get some quality thinking time.

Post a random fact about yourself.

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_{The Edge of Glory (Lady Gaga Cover) — Nick Pitera — The Covers: Volume Two
Arrivals — Silverstein — This is How the Wind Shifts
Postres — Highly Suspect — The Boy Who Died Wolf
Air the Enlightenment — A Skylit Drive — Adelphia
Eat That Up, It's Good For You — Two Door Cinema Club — Tourist History
Save Our City — Ludo — Broken Bride
Rady For War — Enkay47 — Welcome to My Mind
Clouds And Thorns — Everything is Possible Now — Clouds and Thorns
We Can't Stop (Miley Cyrus Cover) — Boyce Avenue (feat. Bea Miller) — Cover Sessions, Volume III
Emerald Sword (live) — Rhapsody of Fire — Live in Canada 2005: The Dark Secret}

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

I am selfish, I am wrong.
I am right, I swear I'm right
Swear I knew it all along and
I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well.

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Despite the Palm Beach Police Department being, in fact, a police department of a city that was highly regarded as the kind of city that catered to a high level of quality than most cities in South Florida, their jail cell wasn’t exactly up to code. When Kavi got there and was booked on bullshit charges (his words, not the cops), he was placed in a holding cell. And this was all after he tried to call his parents, but either they weren’t answering or they weren’t awake. Either way, Kavi had to spend the night in jail. As one might be able to surmise, that was just a fun experience.

As he sat there in the cold, somewhat damp cell, the only thing that crossed his mind and the only thing that would ever cross his mind in the almost five hours he wandered around the cramped cell, was how he landed himself in this position. His mind went everywhere from how he snuck his father’s prized, if not somewhat-hideous, Ferrari away from the garage and picked up April. Maybe he made the mistake of not choosing a more lowkey car from the collection. Or maybe Kavi’s biggest mistake was indulging in the need for speed and nearly getting away from the cop.

He kept going it over for multiple hours. Kavi was a point of actual confusion, but more to the point, he wondered why his parents didn’t answer when they did. It was a Saturday and he knew them to be up rather late on the weekends since neither of them had to work. Knowing both of his parents as he did, Kavi knew something was up.

That particular thought stuck with him even after he went over everything about last night’s dance in his mind. Every point during the night from when he danced with April (and had watched her leave) and his brief conversation with both Nadia and Ariel led him back to the exact moment he felt like maybe he had fucked up. A single moment when he had dated not one, but two girls in the same gap period of twenty-four hours without telling them.

That was his downfall. It was why Kavi had a makeshift nose cast on his face. It was why he had to get the cast in the first place. It wasn’t why he was currently sitting in a jail cell, but Kavi was certain the domino effect was how he landed in the predicament he was in. With no safety net, he knew it was his own fault. He knew the blame didn’t fall on anyone. It didn’t fall on his father for not taking extra precautions to prevent his car from being stolen by his own son nor was it April’s fault for appearing to egg him on during the car chase. It wasn’t Ariel or Nadia’s fault for how they fell for his charm.

This was none of their faults. He was the only one to blame and the only one who could truly know that he did this to himself.

“Salvador!”

Kavi didn’t hear it the first or even second and third time, but a fourth time was enough to bring the young man to turn his head towards the cell. He saw a single cop of middle age standing in front of it with keys that were turning inside the lock that separated Kavi from the freedom.

“Your parents are here. Let’s go!”

And in the deepest regions of his stomach, Kavi felt something was twisting it. Even as he walked side-by-side and he reached the front of the police station, Kavi knew his troubles were only getting started. Whatever waited for him, he knew with his mom’s usual temper always flaring at him and his father never really being anything but all smiles, when he saw both of their disappointed faces, Kavi Salvador knew whatever waited for him was nothing but trouble for him.

“Mom, Dad, I--”

“Not a single word. Now let’s go.” His mother’s cold tone hit him harder than Ariel’s fist did.

He wanted to say something, but there was nothing he could say that would make any of this better. So he didn’t. Kavi, for the first time, had felt the same fear that most, if not all, of the weaker kids he picked on felt when he tortured them. It wasn’t that she was his bully, but if anyone could strike the fear of God into him, it was Veronica Salvador.

And like he had known her for all his life, as soon as they were away from the police station and inside the family SUV, she began to unleash a known anger-led fury on him.

“I don’t know where to start with you, Kavi! We raised you better than this!” Vivi began, looking him dead in the eye as Kai drove. “We tried to understand you. From you constantly picking on those weaker than you, we knew you were just doing it to get attention or maybe to test us. And we’ve tried to do everything we could to give you space. But maybe that was our fault. Maybe you just needed a firmer hand. Honestly, though Kavi? I don’t even know where to begin!”

“You don’t have to--”

“Did I say you could talk!?”

Whatever breath Kavi was about to take, it had been broken by his mother’s sharp tongue that could cut steel and make it appear like it was butter.

“I’m so disappointed in you and angry with you, Kavi. I know this isn’t you. The boy I--” Kai coughed, ”--we raised isn’t like this. You aren’t this person. The person who bullies others, the person who steals and lies to us isn’t the son we raised. I just--”

Kavi went to speak, but in the time it took for his mother’s anger to be unleashed on him, they were already home. He was hoping to speak to his mother, but before the garage door even closed behind them, she left. She didn’t bother saying a single word. The only sound even remotely related to her was the sound of the passenger side door slamming and Veronica jetting into the house.

And if Kavi wasn’t feeling like a turd left in the desert, then he certainly was feeling that way right now. It was such a shock to him that he had not moved for a few minutes. Even after his father got out, his father who, for all of the disappointment he was feeling, was the gentler one of his two parents. This was proven to be a fact when Kai hopped in the back seat, next to Kavi, causing the teen to look at him.

“Dad, I--”

“Let me stop you right there. I’m still plenty angry with you, Kavi. You lied to us and used my car without asking. You know I would have given you permission, but you didn’t bother asking.” Kai tried not to let his ire show, but it was clear he had a difficult time doing that. “But I can see you are beating yourself up over it, so I won’t do more to you than you have yourself. Let me just say this: there’s going to be some changes from here on out.” Kai told Kavi, getting ready to exit the SUV.

“What kind of changes?” Kavi asked, a strange fear in his voice. It was almost as though he was afraid to know the answer, which was a rare feeling for him.

“We’ll talk about it Later. For now, get some rest. I’ve got to work, but your mother will be here all day.” Before Kai closed the door, he looked to his son. “And it should go without saying, you are grounded!”

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So, this was Kavi’s new normal now. The reality of his past crimes firmly taking a stance. He may or may not have a criminal record and was going to be under the watchful eye of his two parents. As bad as everything that happened to him and that was said to him, none of it came close to how he was feeling. It wasn’t just the prospect of facing a judge at some point in the future or being grounded or even having a broken nose, it had everything to do with Kavi Salvador finally realizing the things he thought were harmless acts and what he thought was “no big deal” was, in fact, a very big deal.

He hurt people. And it wasn’t just random people he hurt. He hurt everyone who had known him up until a year ago when he started acting out. Because of Jason. Because Aiden moved away. Because everything that happened around the same time, Kavi became a jerk. He developed the terrible habit of inflicting the pain on others that he secretly felt himself. Oh, how he hated the way it made him feel, but moreover, Kavi hated that his actions drove away from the friends that he knew that thought he was their friend. People like Marisol, his cousin through the complex web of relation-by-marriage. People like Jun Wang who was a close acquaintance of Kavi’s before he became such an asshole.

Everyone became alienated from him because of some insecurities Kavi kept secret. But none of that was so prevalent than the one person who he treated the worst.

Ariel Gray.

From the get-go, unlike everyone else in his life, she sort of just stuck around. Whether it was because of her crush on him that was more obvious than Archer being gay or Stella being a klutz or her just being a genuinely good person, Kavi took advantage of that. Not only by using whatever feelings she had for him to further his womanizing agenda but when he had gotten what he wanted from her, he threw her aside without even telling her.

“Good going, right? Cause you’re just so great! Right?” Kavi said to himself as though he was looking at someone he barely recognized, someone he hated. The reminder that he needed was staring right back him. His broken nose, which was aligned to be healed, served as the proof that he was wrong.

“That’s quite the shiner you got there, dum dum!”

And if he wasn’t feeling bad, his kid sister always knew how to make it worse. “Isn’t it a little early for you to be up, Nikki?” Kavi didn’t bother to face her.

“So what if it is? Not like it compares to the shit storm you’ve created for yourself,” she pointed out.

Rolling his eyes, he walked past her and she followed him, causing Kavi to stop. “Is there something you need?” He asked her point-blank. He might be hating himself right now, but his patience for his sister's teasing was decreasing the more time ticked away.

She simply shrugged. “I just thought you’d be happy to know that, despite your royal screw-up, not everyone has joined the ‘I Hate Kavi Salvador Club’.”

He really hated his sister’s vague implications. She was never helpful and always had something clever to say. A clear indication she was truly the daughter of Veronica Salvador.

As he shrugged his mild annoyances brought on by his kid sister off, Kavi returned to his room, grabbing his phone from his dresser that was just a few feet from the door. He saw it was barely past ten and he yawned. Almost as soon as he opened his eyes up, sitting on his bed was the last person he thought he’d ever see, let alone in his room.

“Ariel? What are you doing here?”