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Do not let loneliness make you forget your chains. Allowing someone back into your life who disrespected you is a disrespect to the old you who suffered.. remember that.
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MY GIRLFRIEND IS CANCER FREE AND I GET TO START MY TESTOSTERONE!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! 🗣️🥰💚🖤
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I hope when Death finally comes that it feels like it used to when dad used to carry me inside after falling asleep in the truck.
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If the gods didn't want me to commit fatherless behavior, they should have given my mother better taste in men.
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˗ˏˋ𔘓ˎˊ˗ 𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝒲𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝐸𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 ˗ˏˋ𔘓ˎˊ˗
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Tentative interest, but a few things I wanted to note/ask:

1) Some of your image links for the school are broken. From my own experience, anything hosted under the googleusercontent url acts as a temporary link, eventually refusing access to the picture after some time. Best bet is probably to find them again and upload the images to a place like Imgur.

2) Which grade level(s) are we looking at here? You mention the end goal is graduation, so I imagine seniors are okay. But later on you also mention first years/freshmen in the school info, which raises the point that if we're also including them and the other two grades (sophomore and junior) in the PC cast. I'm assuming you are including all four years of HS as an option, but I figured it was something worth asking regardless of my assumption.

3) The map mentions two-story buildings, with the 800-building having a third story. Which buildings are two-story?

4) Is there a list of classes available (other than the basics, obviously)? Are there any named individuals so far that teach said classes?

Anyway and with that out of the way, I'll likely reserve Sophia Lillis as a FC if I do join.


1. I fixed that problem, it must have been in the process when you sent your message and I hadn't refreshed the page. It was only just brought to my attention there were questions to answer about half an hour ago heh. Had gotten myself busy with my daughter.

2. Originally I was only looking to include Seniors. The mention of "first years" is supposed to be for students who recently moved into the area or transferred from another school to Delbrook for their Senior year, which would consider this their first year at the Academy. :) I have decided to allow 11th graders, but will be focusing primarily on 12th-grade students. If there are 11th graders being included, they would have to be at the top of their own class and be smart enough to be taking classes above their own grade level.

3. I will have to fix that. The buildings that are two-story are the 2, 3, and 4-hundred buildings. The 900 building is also on the second floor but has no first. There's a bridge leading from the 300 building to the 900 hallway, and a staircase below the 900 where the 400 meets with it that also leads up to the 900 building's hallway.

4. I will include some classes in a lengthy list in the left sidebar for when the OP is posted in the RP thread. So far, Vicier and I will be in charge of operating most of the classes. Members are able to apply to operate certain classes if they so choose.

I hope this helps you. :) I will be updating the OP to include all of this information. Thank you!
** If you find yourself interested in the roleplay, please express your interest in a message below. Already looking at 4 confirmed members aside from myself. Would love to see you join us! **


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R O L E P L A Y N A M E
Delbrook Academy

A C C E P T E D Y E A R S
11th and 12th graders
(More focus on Seniors)

R O L E P L A Y G O A L
Graduation ♥

R O L E P L A Y G M
Yours Truly, Moro

R O L E P L A Y C O - G Ms
↦ Venus
↦ Vicier



S C H O O L I N F O
For those of you attending your first year at Delbrook, inside of your planners on the second page is a campus map to help you get around to your classes. You should also remember some points of interest from Orientation.















"Delbrook Academy of Long Beach, California - and, of course, home of the Rising Tides..!

Today we welcome back familiar faces to a new year, and with them, a new wave of students into the sandy halls of D.A. Whether you choose to spend your time rushing the field with our five-time National Championship lacrosse team - Go, mighty Tides..! - or rocking out in the quad to the sweet rhythm of the jazz band; with more than enough extracurricular sports, activities, and clubs on offer, you're sure to find the right place for you, surrounded by like-minded peers who, despite differences, come together to create a close-knit and welcoming community.

So now that's out of the way, let's get down to the four-one-one on how your first day at Delbrook is going to go.

Today is all about getting in the groove; and no, I don't just mean with the dance squad or the cheerleaders... No. Today is going to consist of familiarizing yourself or re-familiarizing for our returning tides, with the school. This morning you'll attend your homeroom, where you'll meet your classmates and teacher before heading to the auditorium where our mighty Poseidon - our principal, for those of you who might not know - will address the school and give us a brief rundown on what the new year is going to look like. But once that's done... light that bonfire, and get ready for a luau; because the sharks, along with our amazing seniors, have prepared one hell of a welcome home party for us all..! So be sure to head on out to the lacrosse field and check it out..! There are food trucks, carnival games, rides, and booths- make new friends, meet the clubs, and prove yourself a tide to be reckoned with. And why not..? After all; new year, new you, right?

Let's make this year our most memorable yet!

For Delbrook Academy; your resident chatty dolphin, signing off..!"

- Christina Monroe, ASB President



You'll be excited to hear that we have since dropped our uniform policy and now are a free-dress school, you can thank your ASB President for fighting for you all as fiercely as she did on the matter. Though, of course, there is still no wearing anything gang-related and the girls are still expected to have shorts that reach the length of their fingertips. You are still more than welcome to wear Delbrook Tide spirit-wear, and will still be able to buy said merch at the Student Store. You also will still be expected to wear your school I.D.s around your neck with the Delbrook lanyard provided to you from the moment you walk in the front gate to the moment you leave school grounds. You will not be able to enter or leave school without it, so please don't lose it. It's a ten-dollar fee to replace it.

Delbrook's campus holds approximately forty-five hundred students, with about a thousand and two hundred students in our graduating class alone. Unfortunately, the reality of those numbers is only about nine hundred of you in the class of 2022 will make it to graduation. We'd love to see you all there, but we know that there are different circumstances that end up preventing some of our students from completing their journey. Anywhere between thirty and forty-five students fill each classroom, with anywhere from six to eight classes on your schedule with two to four classes a day. Depending on how you worked your schedules out with your counselors, you might have free periods before or after lunch that provide you a longer lunch break, or towards the end of the day that permits you to be let out of school earlier than most students. Show the front gate security guard your I.D., which has your free periods imprinted on them, and they will let you out.

Our school runs on a blocked schedule where you will attend your Even number classes one day, and the next it will be your Odd number classes. Blue days are Even classes, while Gold days are Odd. Green Days are for all classes. Each class period will run for an hour and a half, with a fifteen-minute break period between your first and second classes before lunch hits, and after lunch will come your third and fourth classes for the day. There will only be a five-minute period between the last two classes for you to get to your designated class, so I suggest you don't dilly-dally.



  • The standard being held for this role play will be High-Casual, which means at least 2 paragraphs of non-dialogue minimum. However, quality over quantity shall prevail. Sometimes you just feel like you can get your point across without writing a detailed paragraph over how Mary Sue brushes her teeth, and that’s totally okay.
  • The maximum time between posts will be 14 days, which can be extended by previous communication with the GMs. If you do not post in IC or OOC by this time, I shall shamelessly spam your DM’s in Discord or Guild PM’s to see what’s up. Until you are heard back from, your character will be excused from any interactions they may be in to free up the other member's character(s) and put on a hiatus.
  • If you are to be absent from the site, unable to post in the period of time mentioned above, or wish to bow out please let us know in whatever via you prefer (OOC or group PM to the GMs). It’s not only polite to do so, but it will be much appreciated.
  • Please check with at least one of the GMs if you plan on making a big event that might change the vibe of the RP or affect the cast in any way. We’ll most likely say yes, but better safe than sorry.
  • This is a character-driven RP. As such, there is not only a need but a requirement for character interactions. So talkkkkkk. Every player and the characters he or she decide to play will have their moments to shine, but interactions help a lot with this. After all, we wouldn't want somebody to be left out, now would we?
  • Please allow at least 2 people to post before making your next one. This includes different characters. If you want to post for a second character, please just use the EDIT button, add it in, and let anyone you might be interacting with know. Collabs are encouraged, but please don't go overboard. We want to have some machine-gun posting too.
  • Drop your favorite show of the month on the Misc. section of the Character Sheet to make sure you’ve read through the rules! <3
  • Romance is allowed and very much encouraged by the GM and COs, though Guild Rules will apply to the steamier scenes.
  • If you encounter any situations with a particular user, either take it to PMs, DMs or let us GM's know to see if the situation can be resolved amicably.


  • There will be a limit of three characters at the max, though if you see yourself only being able to handle a single character that is absolutely fine by me. I'm not too worried about girl/guy ratios, so just worry about what you want to make (though if you are interested in keeping the ratio somewhat even, I will post the girl/guy ratio in the character tab for you to check out).
  • Our characters, much like us members, are not perfect. I do not want any Eddie Haskell's in the roleplay. I'd like to see some characters with some flaws to them.
  • I will not be accepting Anime FC's. Real-life face claims only who look the part of a high schooler.
  • Character sheets should be posted into the OOC for any of the three GM's to review, and once you've been given the green light you are more than welcome to move them over to the Character Tab and begin posting at will.



Please Note: In this roleplay, Covid-19 is non-existent. We will not be incorporating the tragedies of this past year into our roleplay.



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Location: The Big House
Interactions: Mr. D & Everyone else @Vicier

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"..the rest of you- the assignment has changed. The situation in India is being handled... apparently. How my daft brother plans on doing so is beyond me, but I digress. Mr. Davies, you are still in charge. There is a daughter of Athena that needs to be collected and escorted to camp; goes by the name Malia Brae. According to the information handed to me by my idiot brother, you'll be able to find her at a place called Braeside Ranch. But while you will no longer be going to India- you will, however, be taking a nice, long trip to Australia instead. You will be taking Miss Tatiana Hernandez with you in place of Mr. Blacklight."

Though Grey had much love and respect for his cousin Levina, the fact that she wasn't here and they needed to leave as soon as possible was going to force his hand. Surely he could try and go locate her himself, but it would be much easier to just bring someone else along. His first thought in a replacement, having heard it was a daughter of Athena was of course Brynn. The mention of Australia though quickly scratched Brynn off the list and brought another to mind. Ky'vie. Not only would it be beneficial for them to bring someone who knew the country better than he did, but it would be an opportunity for his best friend to visit back home. Knowing that the git Ky had her sights on would be going on the quest with Erin, Ky'd be beside herself with worry. A nice distraction would be in order. What better than a simple retrieval quest in her own country..?

With all these thoughts crossing his mind, he still carefully listened and made sure Mr. D was done speaking before he decided to speak up himself. Clearing his throat, he unfolded his arms and slid his hands into the back pockets of his pants.

"Sir, I couldn't help but notice you only suggested one replacement, though the group going with me needs two. I'd personally like to make a suggestion. Ky'vie Morgan. She and her brother are from Australia. I've been through on tours a few times, but I wouldn't know my way around as much as she would. I think it would be very beneficial for her to tag along with us," Greyson half-bows his head at Mr. D, looking back up at him. "With your approval, of course, sir."



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Location: Bunker 9; Level 50 - Level 27
Interactions: Corona Talos & Pierre Vos - Ky' vie Morgan @Vicier

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Having come to an agreement, the two girls shook hands and exchanged a few more words before Brynn had decided to excuse herself. Explaining to the two that she needed to go locate a couple of people; one, in particular, sticking out in her mind more than the other. Ky' vie. Of course, she wanted to see Greyson off, knowing him being called meant he'd be off on another quest... but something was itching at Brynn to head up and see her good friend, Ky' vie. Call it a girl's intuition. Saying her quick goodbyes to the pair, the daughter of Athena headed for the elevator but stopped just short as she turned, prepared to walk back to ask Corona what floor Ky was located on. After all, she'd never been into the Bunker before.

It seemed as though Pierre and Corona had wasted no time in getting the conversation going again, Brynn didn't want to intrude and ruin what they had going. Thinking about it for a second it didn't take long for Brynn to deduce the answer herself. Ky' vie's favorite number is 72. Considering there were only 50 levels to the bunker, trying floor 27 wouldn't be a bad choice. What could it hurt..? If she was wrong, oh well. Being wrong on occasion was humbling, no? Stepping into the elevator, she tapped the button for the twenty-seventh floor and watched as the floor levels dropped. Brynn had never been one for elevators, they always made her a bit nervous riding in them as a kid, but this one was one of the smoothest she'd ever been in. Like gliding on air.

Upon arriving on the twenty-seventh floor, Brynn was only slightly surprised the doors opened up. She assumed some of the fifty levels were locked so as not just anyone could walk into them, though Brynn doubted the Heph kids had much to hide from each other. It's not like they had to worry about their stuff getting lifted like the Hermes kids often did. The daughter of Athena pushed further into the level, however still cautious in case this wasn't in fact Ky' vie's floor and she was actually trespassing into one of the other Heph kids' floors. Just as Brynn was about to call out for Ky her eyes found a very familiar ship in front of her. Part of her wanted to ask if it was fully functional, but knowing Ky' vie, it more than likely was. There was no questioning who's bunker this was by the Falcon being in here. Brynn hadn't known a Heph kid who was more into geeky things like Star Wars more than Ky.

The lights in the bunker were all lit up, and knowing Ky and her tendency to turn lights off when she left an area, there was no doubt that she was currently in the bunker. Cupping her hands around her mouth, the daughter of Athena called out to her friend as she pushed further into the bunker floor. "Ky! Where are you at, lovely?"
May 5th, 2021


Writing Prompt: "What is the best thing about being your friend?"


The best thing about being my friend? Honestly, the way my mind works, I'd go right on ahead and say there isn't anything good about being my friend but that's just the negativity talking. The most I have to offer that most people these days don't seem to is loyalty. And unconditional love. The best part about being my friend is that you'll never have to question whether or not I'll be there for you. Thick or thin, even if we hardly know each other or even if we're in an argument... you have a problem and you need me, I'm there. Once I consider you a friend, we're family. Although these days, I don't give out second chances the way I used to. I put in 200% effort, but if you do something to betray my trust... I won't think twice about dropping you. You wanna continue the friendship, go ahead but you're the one who's gonna start putting in the effort. I don't have time for toxic people in my life, you wanna redeem yourself.. that's on you. The way I am when it comes to friendships is I try to be the type of friend that I want in my life, but unfortunately 99.9% of the time I just end up disappointed because... well, that's what people are. Disappointing.
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Location: Big House
Interactions: Mr. D @Vicier, and anyone else in the Big House

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It hadn't taken long for either of the boys to get to the office, of course Sawyer had gotten there first. There was no way the satyr would dare be late to rolecall again, not after the last time. The last and only time he'd ever been late. When Greyson showed up though, Sawyer gravitated over to him and Michael though there were plenty of familiar faces of the other demigods who'd been called upon, awaiting entry to Mr. D's office. As soon as Sawyer caught the sound of the doorknob turning, he immediately stepped up to the front of the group to greet Mr. D, giving him a respectful head nod before slipping past the god and on into his office with the other demigods following just behind him in the order they were called.

Mention of Levina caught Greyson's attention, to which he mentally kicked himself for not having realized sooner hadn't been among the demigods there at Mr. D's disposal. His cousin must have been sleeping in again. Hopefully her brother was up to getting her out of bed today and she was on her way. A soft sigh left Greyson as he stood up a bit straighter, hands clasping his forearms behind his back while he listened to Dionysus speak to them. Sawyer stood off to the side between the demigods and Mr. D, looking back and forth between the two. The young satyr knew too many demigods on a mission was dangerous and surely the whole lot of them wouldn't be put on the same retrieval mission. There were two demigods that were needed to be brought home. Well, the place where they'd eventually call home, anyway.

What Dionysus had to say about the number of them having been called made Sawyer smile, nodding to himself as he listened quietly. Looking back over the demigods in the room as well as thinking of the two that were currently missing in action, Sawyer had to wonder just who would be going with him on the retrieval quest. Part of him hoped Greyson was coming along on his, but if not it wouldn't dampen his spirits too much. The demigods that had been called upon were a good group and going on a quest with any mix of them would be just fine by him. Before Sawyer could get a word out, Greyson spoke ahead of him.

"We can catch Elias and Levina up when they get' her' so yau don't' hav' to go over everything twaiss, sir."



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Perched at the edge of his barstool seat he'd pulled up to the island in the middle of the kitchen, Ezra was busy swiping through his phone in the silence that sat comfortably between them for the longest time. It wasn't till Erin stirred that his attention pulled from his phone, eyeing her for a moment before turning his gaze back to his social feed. The kettle bubbling in the background was mere white noise to him, figuring she had gotten up to handle it. The sound was a noise he'd grown accustomed to, especially when spending any time over in the Hades Cabin. Much like his sister, and Erin's own cousin, he wasn't really one for hot tea. Or tea in general, really. The only tea he could stand to really drink was a cold peach-flavored tea.

Having gotten lost in his news feed again, it was Erin's voice that brought him back to the present moment. The daughter of Hades was holding out a beer to him, a gentle smile crossing his features as he reached out to take the bottle from her. Ezra dipped his head as he raised the bottle to her, but the kettle off behind her caught his attention again. She didn't at all seem fazed by it, or in any rush to get over to it. He gently set his beer on the island counter and stood to his feet and stepped around Erin to take care of it himself. He may not have a taste for tea, himself, but he knew that if you let the water boil longer than was necessary, it will boil off the oxygen and make the tea taste flat. Or if you let the tea steep longer than 5 minutes, the taste becomes more bitter. Though she seemed pretty occupied with her beer, it wouldn't hurt to be sure the tea was also taken care of. Knowing the company that would be coming, she wouldn't be the only one who might be looking for a cup when they arrived.

Ezra flicked the burner off, using a rag to take the top of the kettle off to drop in the tea bags she'd left out on the counter before returning the lid. He set a timer for 4 minutes on the stove, turning back to where he had left Erin only to realize she was no longer there and had moved over to the couch. He smirked a bit as he snagged his own bottle of beer off the island counter and wandered over to the couch to plop down beside her, leaning back into the couch as he twisted the bottle open.

"You know damn-well you're no weakling, Erin Chase. Just a bit of bad luck is all. The gods are overgrown, overpowered children. They have toys they clearly can't keep track of, and instead of taking the blame themselves, they look for someone else to put it on. Just happened to be you, this time." Ezra shrugged at that, taking a long sip of his beverage before turning his gaze over to her. "The Dark Side is much more fun, anyway," he chuckled softly, his eyes pulling up to the front door of the cabin as he could hear a voice on the other side of it growing closer. "You have a good group going with you. The lot of you will set this shit right. And, speaking of.."




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Location: On the way to Hades Cabin - Hades Cabin
Interactions: Each other, Heimdall, Erin Chase and Ezra Griesheim

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Shifting the weight of backpack slung over his one shoulder, Bran's eyes were focused on the path before him, knowing he was closing the distance between himself and the Hades Cabin rather quickly. Fortunately for him not having someone tagging along with him, his long strides carrying him so fast he doubted anyone could keep up with him at this pace. As he rounded the corner of another cabin, Erin's came into view as did Tyler making his own way to the same destination. Although the kid never seemed to care about being a bit dirty, he looked as though he'd been in a bit of a dust-up. It wasn't until he pushed closer and was now matching stride with the Romanian that he realized there was an angry ball of fur in his arms, his a bit swollen up and red. Almost as if he'd been crying, though Bran figured it was due to him being highly allergic to felines. Bran couldn't help the slight chuckle that slipped past his lips.

"I don't know why you bother."

Tyler shook his head and huffed softly, keeping the grip he had on the cat's neck scruff to keep the angry ball of fur from biting at him. "Dude, I honestly don't know either, but- OW! Fucker." Tyler glared down at the cat as it started kicking at him with his back feet, scratching up his arm. "...I know he's here. Might as well, I guess." Tyler shrugged, holding the cat out away from him a bit to keep from getting scratched up as he reached out for the door, tugging it open to let Brandon walk through first and closing the door behind him, dropping the cat as soon as the exit was shut. Both the boys quickly found Erin and Ezra sitting back on the couch beside one another.

Tyler took one look at the pair without a word before he slipped past Brandon to push his way into the kitchen for the stash of allergy pills he had in one of the cabinets, twisting the cap off to shake out a single pill. Returning the pill bottle before tossing the pill into his mouth, leaning down over the sink as he ran the tap, sipping at the faucet water to help get the pill down. Conveniently enough, as he shut the water off a timer on the stove went off that caught his attention, noticing the kettle with the teabag string hanging out from the lid. Neither he nor Erin really ever used the timer, both having prepared tea so often that they kind of just knew when to stop the steeping process. It had to have been Ezra who'd done it. Pressing the off-button on the timer, Tyler took the rag lain out on the counter to grab the kettle lid, pulling the teabag out of the water to toss into the trashcan before returning the lid again.

Though he hadn't looked long, when he had caught a glimpse of Erin when he had entered in, he noticed she'd had a beer in her hand. There probably wasn't any need to make her a cup, though he would make one for himself. He already knew he'd be the only one out of the group to drink some now, as Brandon - just like Ezra - wasn't a tea drinker. Sniffling softly, Tyler used his palm to rub at the corner of his eye and nose. He hoped that the allergy medicine would kick in quickly and that the tea would help him some, as well. If this was any indication of how the quest was going to go, he wasn't about it. From the other room, Ezra's voice carried into the kitchen where Tyler stood.

"Dude, you good?"

Tyler sighed heavily, rubbing at his brow. 'Just peachy,' he thought to himself, shaking his head as he spoke up to call back at Ezra. "Yeah, I'm good, man. Just.. allergies." It only ever seemed the two had an I'll-Be-Nice-To-You-For-Her-Sake kind of relationship. Not that they had anything to dislike each other for, but neither of them really cared to pursue an actual friendship with the other. It was only because of Erin that they really interacted as much as they did. With Tyler having been Erin's friend nearly as long as the both of them had been at camp, and then she and Ezra seemed to have an instant connection. Not to mention the fact he could quite literally take her fear away. Tyler knew there was only so much he could do to help her when she had her panic attacks, he was much more equipped for those situations. A part of Ty envied Ezra for that simple fact. Ezra's voice echoing into the room derailed his overthinking train of thought, bringing him back into the moment.

"Oh, good. I thought you were crying, or something." Tyler rolled his eyes and picked up his mug, carrying it out into the living room where the other three were, opening his mouth to say something but Brandon already beat him to the punch.

"Yeah, looked like Heim gave him a widdle boo-boo. Does TyTy need a bandaid?" Brandon fake pouted at Tyler, chuckling to himself more than anything. Tyler shot a glare at him over his mug as he simply took a sip of the hot tea in his hands, shaking his head.

"I don't know who's more of an asshole, you or that cat."

Brandon shrugged, setting the case he held in his hand on the ground before plopping down in a chair. "I mean, I'd say 'they say you are what you eat', but I'm not Dorian," he smirked. "Had you called me a 'pussy' I would have to agree with you then, but only then."

Tyler rolled his eyes and turned his eyes to Erin, then, raising an eyebrow. "Do we really have to take him with us, Er?"
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The early morning air was crisp, nipping at the skin of those standing out among the wood. All around them the ground was still damp from the prior day's downpour, though it didn't stop the two men grappling in the mud just a couple of feet away from where Jacob stood. Luke, the recruit currently grappling with their lead (Beck, former Navy SEAL and a Cold War veteran) managed to get a solid punch in, knocking their lead sideways where Luke took his opportunity and tackled the man to the ground, holding himself up over Beck trying to land more blows. Without hesitation, Beck wrapped his legs up and around Luke's torso before pulling himself up. The weight switch throwing Luke back just enough that he was forced to place a hand back behind him, opening up the perfect opportunity for Beck to twist to the side and reach around with his right arm to grab Luke's arm firmly planted in the mud. Using his left palm he quickly jams it just above the recruit's wrist and using Luke's own weight against him, Beck fell back into the mud, locking Luke into a Figure 4 armlock. Or as some might call it, a Chicken Wing. Beck forced his legs out straighter as his upper body began to lean back, applying a bit of pressure on Luke's locked arm. It wasn't much longer before Luke tapped out of the hold.

Jacob stood quietly with his arms folded over his chest, watching as the two got up and dusted themselves off, Luke wandering back to join the guys standing around in the circle. Beck leaned down and picked up a Kabar knife off the dirt floor before turning to walk straight over to Jake with the knife held out to him. Jacob's eyes fell to the blade before finding their way back to Beck's, slowly taking it as he stepped into the center of the circle of warm bodies surrounding them. They'd been out here near an hour, the sun was just barely clearing the line of trees on the hill to the east, sunlight filtering through the ones that surrounded them. Jacob was grateful that the beams of light were mostly behind him, but that could have been something Beck had done intentionally. There was always a catch, and luck was never on your side. Not here. Jake already knew Beck liked to play those mind games. Make you think you've got the upper hand and then would turn around and shove your nose right in your own shit mistake.

"Kill me," Beck said, a hint of a grin playing at the corner of the man's mouth. Jacob took a deep breath, rubbing his thumb over the pommel of the Kabar as he held Beck's gaze, jaw clenching tightly as he let the breath go. Jake pushed forward, and as he did so, quickly switched the position of the knife to face forward as he charged Beck. Before anything could fully register to Jacob, Beck stepped off to the side letting the knife slip between his arm and abdomen where he then grabbed Jake by the upper end of his forearm, sending Beck's right fist sailing into his's jaw. Jake grunted, lip curling in almost a snarl as he attempted to pull from Beck's grip and land his own blow again but Beck's elbow pulled sharply right back into the other side of his jaw, knocking him a bit off balance. With his balance out of wack, Beck pushed Jake's still-locked arm back and used his elbow to shove his head down, forcing Jacob to flip mid-air. There was no telling what was going on till Jake was laying flat on his back with the wind nearly knocked out of him, the knife he still had firmly grasped in his hand held right over his throat. Jacob swallowed hard, looking up at Beck as their lead looked out at the rest of the recruits.

"People think you can slice a man's throat like this. That's only in the movies." Moving the tip of the blade down a bit just above Jake's trachea, Beck applied a bit of pressure to the area. "Do it. Right there. No noise, no mess." Beck lightly tapped the pommel of the knife with his free palm, the action causing Jake to blink. His life quite literally flashing before his eyes. Of course, this was training, but the thoughts were still there. It's that simple. Gone. Beck stood to his feet with Jake quickly doing the same once the blade was off his throat, dusting his hands off trying to rid himself of the mud that was caked on them. Their lead quickly tossed the knife down in front of another recruit, stepping back from the two to the outer edges of the circle. "Price, you're up."

Exchanging a look with Beck before his eyes came back around to face Price, Jake looked on at the man picking up the knife before him. Price stood a good two to three inches taller than Jake and had at least thirty, maybe even forty pounds on him. All muscle. Jacob took in another calming breath as he waited for his opponent to charge him, staggering his stance a bit to ensure he'd be able to move any direction he would need to in order to dodge Price's advance. In a split second, Price had taken one, two extended steps to close the distance between him and Jacob, slicing lazily through the air which was quite easy for Jake to dodge. A quick jab at his side just as Jake had done to Beck, he stepped to the side and met the blade with his own hand, gripping it firmly. The two young men stood there a moment straining against the other's force before Jake quickly ducked his shoulder under Price's arm, his free hand grabbing onto Price as he pulled down on his arm and lifted up, forcing Price into a similar flip Beck had just previously done to him. Price slammed into the ground with a loud thud, groaning angrily as he got up and watched Jake toss the knife away.

"The fuck, Beck?" Price practically growled at their lead. Jake looked over at Beck at Price's protests, a bit of a smirk on his lips. "Who grabs the fucking blade-" Before he had the time to fully turn back to look at Price, Jake was knocked sideways by a blow that almost put him on his knees, only just catching himself with his hands before he could collapse. Turning his eyes on Price now, this time, a red haze clouding his vision as he launched himself back at Price with full force, grabbing him around his waist and with all his might, lifting the guy up off of his feet to then slam him into the ground. Jacob quickly began to land a frenzy of hits on Price, getting one in anywhere he could as Price tried to defend himself with his arms held up to protect his face.

Letting a few land, Price seized an opportunity and wrapped his arm around Jake's, using Jake's weight against him to roll him off to the side, trying to get the upper hand on him. As they rolled to the side, Jake shoved his hand up into Price's jaw, keeping him out at arm's length as he tried to pull his leg up and wrap it up around his throat but couldn't get the angle he needed to achieve the hold. Instead, Jacob quickly whipped around and knelt over Price, landing a couple of blows to Price's face before Price firmly planted a foot into Jake's chest and kicked him off of him.

The two quickly scrambled to their feet, but not before Price had the chance to snag the Kabar off the ground from where Jake had thrown it. Jacob's jaw clenched as he eyed the knife in Price's hands, staring down his opponent. "Come on you fuckin' pussy, let's go!" Price motioned for Jake to make an advance first, Jacob's eyes trained on the young man before him.

"You're the one with the blade, man. Really think you're the pussy, here, for not making the first move." That did it. Price lunged forward and began slashing at Jake again, this time catching him across the chest. Jake retreated back a couple of steps to glance down at his shirt which was now seeping dark liquid through the black fabric, turning his eyes back on Price as he came back at him again but as Price closed in Jake's feet were swept out from under him by Beck, knocking him on his back into the mud. Before he could do anything about it, Price was on top of him, landing a blow across his face with the knife still in hand, slicing open Jake's cheek in the process. The metallic taste in his mouth was the only indicator he'd been injured, the pain not even registering to him at this point as the adrenaline pulsed through him.

As Price came back in to land another blow to Jake's face, Beck sent a quick jab directly into his jaw, knocking him off-course. Price's lip curled as he glared at Beck, turning back to Jacob as the two began grappling in the mud once again. "Gotta have eyes in the back of your head." Just as Jake thought he was getting the upper hand again, a shot rang out over his head causing him to jump, the sound ringing through his ears. Price was back on top of him, the two rolling through the mud as Beck continued to talk to the other recruits. "You flinch, you die. Scorpius is about the mission, it ain't about you. If you go down out there, you're a ghost. You don't exist. No one's coming back for you."

"Jake?"

Jacob came to an abrupt stop, the voice calling out his name was familiar. Like it was from another life. The voice caused him a momentary distraction, a moment too long though, as Jake turned his attention back just in time to realize the knife was at his throat again, this time though, piercing through the skin. Jacob began to choke on his own blood as his vision began to blur. As the light around him completely faded and left him in blackness, Jake could hear the voice calling out his name again.

"Jake.. Jake!"

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Location: Deimos Cabin
Interactions: Heathcliff & Jacob Griesheim {self}

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The daughter of Deimos had made the best of her time since Ezra had made his leave, having gone downstairs into the kitchen to whip herself up something to eat. During said time, she'd gone upstairs to check on her other brother Jacob who was still sleeping soundly upstairs, taking the initiative and cooking up extra so she could share a late breakfast with him. Steak and eggs. Having split a rather large ribeye steak, Dany made scrambled eggs for herself and sunny-side-up for her brother, just the way he liked them. With Heath right on her heels as she made her way upstairs with the two plates in hand, Dany tried shooing the hellhound away with her foot but it was no use. The monster was relentless, especially when food was involved.

"Heath, go on! This isn't for you." What a bunch of help that was. Knowing she was never going to rid herself of her furry stalker, she balanced her plate on her arm to free up a hand in order to open up Jacob's door. Carefully taking the plate back in hand, Dany slipped into her brother's room with Heath pushing past her to go straight over to where Jacob's rabbit Doc was laying in his bed on the floor, roosting the poor hare from his own slumber.

"Heath, leave him alone!" she whispered sternly at her canine, rolling her eyes as she once again balanced her plate on her arm, reaching over to gently shake Jacob's shoulder. "Jake. Jake! Wake up. I've got breakfast for y-" Before Dany could complete her sentence, she could feel Jake reaching a hand up to grip her arm as he shoved his other into the inside of her elbow, forcing himself up as he pushed his weight into her, flipping her up over the bed as the two plates crashed over the bed and onto the floor. Without thinking, Dany quickly brought her knee up into Jake's side and pushed him back over, nearly tossing both of them over the edge before Dany saved them both. She hadn't realized she was holding up a fist until she saw the look in Jacob's eyes going back and forth between her face and her hand, dropping her hand down onto his chest as she sat back on her heels. Dany turned to look behind her at the mess all over the floor, Heath already making himself useful by cleaning it up. The daughter of Deimos sat there a moment just staring at the mess before turning on her brother, sternly gazing down on him.

"This is why we can't have nice things." Her brother's face turned bright red followed by an apologetic smile, mouthing the word 'sorry' as they both got up from his bed. Dany sighed heavily before helping Jacob strip his bedsheets, eyeing her brother's messy bedhead with a smirk. "How 'bout you go get ready, and I'll clean this up. Heath's just about got it spotless, anyway." Dany chuckled lightly, balling up the bedsheets in her arm, shoving her brother towards his shower with her free hand before picking up the plates from the wood floor. Thank the gods it wasn't carpet. "We can head up to the Pavillion when you're done. Hopefully they have something good, today." Dany scooted a very satisfied-looking hellhound towards the door, shutting it closed behind her as she made her way back down the stairs to put the plates in the sink and the sheets in the wash. Jacob was lucky she loved him. Had it been Ezra, she'd have made him clean it up by himself.
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