Member
Rozalia Éathliel
Location; Approaching Olympus Academy
Interacting With; No-one
Rolling the car window all the way down, Rozalia let a smile grace her lips as the wind tossed her hair around her head. She could still smell the ocean, even a few miles off.Although impossible to hear the waves still, she'd elected to listen to music as opposed to the noise of the traffic around them. She enjoyed long car journeys like this one; it helped her with day-dreaming. Especially when music was concerned. the soft croonings of Hozier would normally rock her to sleep, but not today. She was far too... excited? Perhaps anticipating was a better word. Roze found herself unsure of whether or not this Olympus Academy would be a positive place to be. Already she found herself homesick for the beachside condo her Father had bought for her in sunny California. It had been a bit too large for one person, and was occasionally lonely; but after the hellish nights she'd had at that foster home a year ago, it was blissful. If she craved personal contact, she could either go to the nearby town and browse the shops and cafes there; or visit her Father in his undersea palace.
However, she didn't particularly enjoy going there. Poseidon's wife and son - Amphitrite and Triton - were polite enough to her the few times she had visited, but they acted very cold towards her. It was obvious they didn't want her around. She supposed she could understand that; but she didn't have to put up with it. So, she rarely saw her Father, unless he came up to visit her.
It was his idea to send her to this school. According to him, there'd be plenty of demi-gods and demi-goddesses there, and classes to learn how to deal with powers and whatnot. This didn't really persuade Roze, but honestly, she was dog-tired of staying in that same place for so long. A change of scenery and new people sounded better than spending the rest of her childhood in some beach house alone, trying to avoid the authorities who would probably send her back in the foster system. In addition to this, Poseidon had also given her an unlimited credit card. She had no idea how he had managed it, but she was so unused to having so much money she'd barely touched it, preferring instead to earn some petty cash doing odd-jobs or graveyard shifts in the nearby town. It was enough to buy clothes with - the fridge and cupboards were permanently stocked, which was interesting at first, but then just got exhausting. She craved to do some normal things - like grocery shopping, as opposed to having the food just 'poof' into existence every night. The idea of school, homework, maybe even making friends was enough to change her mind about the Academy, and she was happy to comply to her Father's wishes.
He had wanted to get her there himself (Probably through some fancy, obtrusive magical way); but she had insisted on just getting a taxi. It would give some good ol' fashioned alone time to work back into her previously cheerful self. To be honest, she'd kicked the Depression after a year of feeling content and at home, but there was always the niggling worry that it would return.
Sighing slightly, she pushed back the sleeves of her leather jacket to examine her wrists. The scars were still there, although not as bad as they had been. They'd only really be noticeable if someone were looking closely. Letting her sleeves fall back down, she decided now that she was not to worry about it. If someone did notice, and did ask, she'd just tell them the truth. Because surely, everyone at this academy would know about heartbreak. That was the life of a Demi-God, right? Even the old myths and legends, it was rare for a Demi-God to get a happy ending. It didn't help that a lot of them were douchebags, but still - it didn't particularly help the newest round of demi-gods out.
Switching tracks to something slightly more upbeat, Roze stopped thinking about it. Now was not the time was bad thoughts. Now was a new start, a new beginning... and a better life.
The drive had been a long one, and Roze stretched as she got out of the cab, breathing in the warm air. It was fairly sunny, the remains of summer still lingering in the afternoon. The school was situated pretty far from the coast - Utah, but there were so large lakes nearby. Roze hadn't checked beforehand; she just kind of knew. She'd always been able to find water, either a big or small source. Handing over her scarily unlimited credit card to the cab driver, Roze hefted her backpack over one shoulder. Despite her insistence of getting to the school alone, Poseidon had had her suitcases and majority of stuff forwarded to wherever she was going to be living beforehand. She only had the one backpack on her, filled with all of her essentials; a few battered paperback novels, notepad and pens, iPod, phone, earphones, snacks, and of course, about four bottles of Pepsi Max. She loved that stuff. Ironically enough, she couldn't stand drinking just plain water unless she was desperately thirsty.
The cab driver handed her back her card and wished her a nice stay, before pulling out of the drive and leaving Roze to walk towards the stoic school by herself. It was an impressive building; like something out of one of her fantasy novels. As she trudged along the gravel pathway, making a pleasant crunching noise as she did, she found herself happy she had vetoed wearing a dress today. She only really wore skirts for nice occasions, and this was kind-of a nice occasion; but she was much more comfortable in her shorts, converse and vest top And of course, her leather jacket, as usual. As she wandered along, finally taking out her earphones, she glanced around, wondering where to go first.
