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9 yrs ago
You are the puzzle that I will never be able to solve and somehow, that's okay.
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9 yrs ago
I'm sorry... I can't keep going like this. I need solidity. Figure out what you want and why... and then talk to me. I will always love you. And yes. even she knows that.
9 yrs ago
I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never understand or forgive myself. And if I die, so help me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There's one thing I do know and that is that I love you.
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9 yrs ago
Kind of just came out to my family and Facebook that I'm getting a sex change... so yeah... dealing with that. Be back soon.
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10 yrs ago
You are my heart. You are my Once upon a time.

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Deon Alexander and Alan Carpenter


Location: The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
Interacting With: Each other, Ky’ vie Morgan (@Vicier), Chiron and Dionysus.






“Ms. Morgan, control yourself..!” Chiron rebuked, an added sense of stress slipping into his voice as he lifted his hand up, rubbing lightly at his temple as the beginnings of a headache seemed to be coming on.

“The gods have no proof that you were the thief, Mr. Carpenter; but questioning the workings of the council is going to lead to no answers… even we are unsure why Lord Ares has chosen to accuse you of such a crime.” Sighing softly, Chiron took a moment to himself before he dropped his hand back down, his gaze meeting with that of the son of Hermes. “Lord Zeus has decreed that you will have one week to find, and to return the dove to Mount Olympus, wherein you shall then be acquitted of all charges laid against you.”

Ares. Of course that would be the god that had it out for him. And he only had a week to find one single bird in not only Earth, but all other godly places where the real thief could have stashed it. Percy believed Hades had Zeus’ master bolt in the Underworld, who wasn’t to say the thief might have kept it there or in Hera’s garden or in someplace of the like? There was literally too much ground to cover in such little time. He was no Percy Jackson. Hell, he only even ever spent summers at the camp, just a few months at a time.

Knowing he would regret his decision before he even stood up, Alan crossed over to Deon who had become preoccupied with nursing a small lump on the back of his head, thanks to Ky' vie. Though the young Ares boy didn't seem to be bothered much beyond that by it.

“He’s your father…” Alan said to him quietly, trying to keep the conversation between the two of them. “If you can just talk to him… tell him that I didn’t do it… You said yourself that I’d be incapable of something like that…”

Deon shrugged his broad shoulders and abandoned rubbing the back of his head to instead run his fingers through his hair. He'd get Ky' vie back later. And then there were those other two girls who called him out... whatever.

“You kidding me? And miss all of this play out? Naw man. You’re on your own for this one.” Giving Ky’ vie a careful glance (as she still had the winners ring), Deon side-stepped around Alan, putting him between the two of them. “Besides, that bastard hasn’t talked to me in years. Doubt I could change his mind about what bitch he’ll knock up next let alone who he’s got in his head stole his main bitches stupid bird.” Deon shook his head, though it was in slight awe. “...so many bitches.”

Alan sighed, his shoulders hunching forward and his head hanging a bit lower in defeat. Well… it was worth a try, but he really didn’t expect anything less from the prick King of camp. Giving his profile back to Chiron, his eyes and heart heavy, he asked the question he both knew the answer to and dreaded to hear.

“What happens if I can’t find it? I’m no Percy Jackson, Chiron.”

“Then I’m afraid dear boy… that you will be subject to the wrath of Lord Ares…” Chiron’s voice was soft and full of bereavement as he spoke the answer that was playing on everyone’s mind… Though he would never admit it aloud; he was angry- furious at the gods decree that a child of their own blood would have to suffer such torment thanks to an accusation that just wasn’t true in any way.

The camp was supposed to be a safe haven for young demigods; a place where they could both learn and train in peace- to hoist such a mighty charge on one of them without proof, and at the penalty of pain and torture… he just couldn’t fathom their choice…
Welp, Myra beat Alex to punching James in the face.

Like mother like son I suppose, haha.


It was inevitable at some point.



James Burke and Myra Flores


Location: Cedar Ash Inn.
Interacting With: Each other.





He wasn’t sure what the hell he was doing, but something deep within him told him it was the right thing to do. Because the right thing to do was never easy, and this was leagues beyond a walk in the park. Steeling his nerve, James waited an ample amount of time after his wife left to speak with her brother before he came out from his hiding spot and entered the Inn once again. He could practically smell the tension in the air left behind between mother and daughter, though the pheromones he was picking up from the mother in question didn’t at all seem too bad. Maybe… just maybe, they had reconciled, at least a little bit. That would make this indefinitely easier.

Slowly coming into the room, James’ bright eyes landed on his mother-in-law, though he gave her a wide breadth as to not impose on any personal space. And she couldn’t hit him from over there.

”I know you don’t like me,” James started. He had rehearsed this speech over a thousand times, though each time it seemed to lean towards the introduction of her distaste towards him. ”but I love your daughter very much. I always have. It was not our intention to hurt you, or your family. I don’t know what she’s said to you, or what the two of you talked about, but for my own peace of mind I hope she was coming from an apologetic place just as I am. But if not, just know that her heart is coming from a good place.”

Myra watched her daughter walk out the room, before turning away from the door, to the window. She looked out, even though she knew she probably wouldn’t be able to see her children, even as she strained to see. How long had it been, since she saw them together? The soft sound of footsteps caused her to look over her shoulder, her heart leaping- had Sombra returned? Her expression hardened as she saw who it was, and she turned to face him, crossing her arms.

Would everything have happened, if Sombra hadn’t been entwined with James? She knew it was purely… unreasonable to place all the blame on James- no doubt Sombra would have found someone else to take to the abandoned mill- but she was a mother. She could be unreasonable. Maybe it was.. .but she didn’t let her thoughts go there, steeling her mind, and keeping her gaze on James, silent.

Finally, she broke her silence. ”Oh, yes. I had heard that you’ve been quite busy, Burke. With my daughter. After running away. For five years” her tone strained, Myra thought about just walking out, preferably after doing damage to him. But she wasn’t going to give Sombra any more reasons to leave again. Although hitting him was still an option she’d gladly consider.

”what about your own family? Did you not only come back because of your sister, and yet, here you are”.

James rolled his shoulders a bit uncomfortably. He had forgotten just how chilling Sombra's mother could be with even just the tone of her voice. But the permanent disappointed look on her face didn't exactly help, either.

"We have our reasons for coming back." he told her softly, as to not appear that he was arguing with her. He had no idea just what Myra knew yet and he wasn't about to be the one to spoil it. "I do plan on going to see Miranda. I do. I've missed her like you wouldn't belie- Well... I suppose you would. There are just a few things we have to do first. And I'm glad you found us, found her. I don't think she would have come to you on her own."

More than pleased that she could put him at ill ease, Myra didn’t let it show, instead she watched him in silence as he spoke. ”Just like you had your reasons for leaving. With no contact at all.”. She said in a mild tone, ”You are lucky I know Sombra can handle herself- or I would have had a manhunt after you”. Although, Myra had been tempted to do so anyway. And probably would have, if she didn’t know Sombra could have foiled even that attempt to find her.

Despite herself, despite what Sombra had told her, what she knew, Myra said
”I suppose I’m just waiting for you to do something wrong to her, to start the manhunt. The “I love her so much” Isn’t an excuse for everything”

”I would die for her.” James took a step forward towards Myra, his jaw clenching as a fierce determination came over his features. ”Look, I screw up all the time, okay? I’m not perfect, and she knows it. Sometimes I leave the toilet lid up and sometimes I complain when she asks me to take out the trash. I leave my beard trimmings in the bathroom sink and sometimes I hang out with my friends a little too late. So go ahead and send your manhunt. Aside from the petty things, all they will find is our absolute devotion to one another when it really comes down to it.”

Ah. Anger, something Myra could understand. And it was always good to know how to push someone’s buttons. ”Words mean nothing” Although if actions meant anything, she’d never get anywhere with Sombra. ”And your actions have been quite poor”

James shook his head. Clearly she knew nothing of the supernatural world, or the real reason as to why they had come back home. She was trying his patience, but he refused to give in. What good would it do? He wanted nothing more than a good, healthy relationship with his in-law family, especially with the baby on the way. He would try until his last breath. But a relationship went both ways.

”They may have been, and that’s on us. I’m willing to take full responsibility for that.” Even if it had been Sombra’s idea to run away. He supported her decision. He was just as guilty. ”Our being here is an action. My attempt to reconcile with you in an action. And our business here is possibly the most important action. But you don’t see any of that for what it is - only what you want to see.”

”All of which means absolutely nothing when you both ultimately leave again” Myra shook her head, and would have liked to do more than simply stand there- if only to see how he reacted. Perhaps she’d let her restraint lapse. ”What would be the excuse this time- given that you can’t really use “To protect everyone else” and “it was for the best”, what, with the attack last night and all”

James hesitated. Okay, so she knew about an attack. It didn’t mean that it had anything to do with his little sister’s attack. He still didn’t have the full details on that.

”I’m not leaving until I know that Miranda is okay. And even then, I’m not even sure when I’ll have the peace of mind to leave her again. You would do the same for your siblings.”

Myra was silent for a moment, thinking. Did he not know, or was it another ploy. She suspected he’d been listening in on her and Sombra, but maybe not. Perhaps the benefit of the doubt was necessary here. And maybe not. ”Oh, I’m sure she’s fine now, Zoè is looking after them, and there were no deaths” She said.

His eyes narrowed. Okay, she definitely knew more than she was letting on. He took another step closer to her, his nostrils once more flaring though only just slightly.

”Them?” Who else had been attacked? As far as he knew, Zoé was the only wolf in Klamath Falls when they had left aside from the one that had attacked himself and Sombra. Maybe… it was the same wolf. God… were there two packs now? One belonging to his aunt-in-law, and the other to… He didn’t want to think about it.

”Where is my sister, Myra? I need to see her.” His expression softened, his eyes glistening with near-tears as the reality of why he was back in Klamath Falls in the first place really began to set in. ”Please...”
Myra sighed softly, ”I don’t know where she is right now, but most of the teens were cleared to go home. You might try and call her. I’m sure Sombra could find the number if you don’t have it” She said, turning away from him, looking out the window once more.

”I know she could. She could even GPS it and take me directly to her.” James told her, maintaining his voice at a calm level. ”I was just hoping a mother would be willing to want to help her daughter’s husband.” So what if Myra hadn’t picked up on the fact that he and Sombra had been married? They were both wearing their rings, and Myra was a cop. But he didn’t care if she had missed the obvious. He was done. It was more than clear that Myra just didn’t like him, and it was going to stay that way, no matter what he did.

He shook his head and turned away from her. He wasn’t even going to say goodbye. He did more than enough on his part. He was done trying for today.

Myra turned away from the window, using the momentum from the move to yank him back towards her, her free fist snaking out to slam into him, not caring where she got him, ”Thank you for reminding me just how much I’ve missed in my daughter's life” she said, her expression deadly, ”What would you have had me done, put traces on them all? They kinda frown on putting illegal traces on minors. Call Zoè? She has enough to deal with without me bugging her. Your sister went home. I could take a guess as to where she is, If she’s a better person then you, she’s probably checking on her friends who are still at the hospital, could still be at home, or maybe she decided to brave school”

The pull backwards to turn his body surprised him somewhat, but not as much as the severe pain and flooding warmth he felt as Myra’s fist came into contact with his nose. He staggered back, blood running down from his left nostril. At least half of his nose was broken, but James made no indication that he was bothered by the action.

He raised his arm to wipe some of the blood from his face and onto his forearm, keeping his eyes on Myra. He had known for years that Miranda had a few run-ins with the law before, meaning that Myra would have access to her records - her phone, specifically. But again, there was no point.

”Tbhank you for your tbime in hearibng me out, Mbyra.”

The blood from his nose kept him from speaking clearly, perhaps another reason why he simply just didn’t want to argue with her anymore. He watched her for a moment, making sure she wouldn’t try and hit him again before he once more turned his back to her and left the room. It seemed he would have to do this the usual way.

”Nothing is ever good enough, is it?” Myra muttered to herself, turning away, back to the window. She wasn’t sure why she even gave a damn, except perhaps that he’d tell Sombra she’d been “unreasonable”. What did they expect her to do? Do something that would take her twice, if not three times or longer to do? She pressed her forehead against the window, thinking that it seemed that no matter what she did, she wasn’t going to get any bit of Sombra back.
Miranda Burke


Location: Sky Lakes Medical Center

Interacting with: Sebastian Monroe @December, Gage Brooks @BlackPanther, Syleste Vos @Vicier and Xerxes Arvanitis




Miranda had simply opted to ignore Gage as he tried to reconcile at least some of his character when he came over to Syleste to kiss her hand. It was disgusting, actually.

Her thoughts suddenly detoured. When had she suddenly started getting so angry about everything? Gage and she usually got alone pretty great, but every little thing he did just seemed to set her on fire. It was only then that she had realized that her nostrils had flared and her nails were digging harshly into her palms, piercing the skin just enough for a single droplet of blood to lay unshed on her palm. She stared down the crimson, daring it to spill, though it remained mostly intact. Had her nails grown longer? They looked a little longer than they had yesterday, though... She shook her head. A manicure was one of the last things she needed to think about right now. Maybe she was due for her period.

Her eyes lifted when Xerxes abruptly left the room, instructing Gage to take Sebastian home. Home? He was able to leave? She nodded quietly to the doctor, letting him know that she would stay with Syleste, though her heart went out to Sebastian. He'd be stuck with mister grumpy ass for a while.

"I don't really know what you feel with him." Miranda couldn't help but to tell Syleste as the small group left, forgoing the word "see" for "feel" for obvious reasons. "I'm sorry, I'm being a bit of a diva today. He's just... really getting on my nerves lately and I don't even think I know why." Miranda sighed and shifted on Syleste's hospital bed, laying down next to the pink-haired girl and rested her head on Syleste's shoulder.

"Everything... everything is going to change, isn't it?" Miranda then asked exceptionally quietly, as though she were afraid of what the answer would be if anyone actually answered. She had talked to Cassie briefly before coming to the hospital, and she had thought it had been enough, but... perhaps she was wrong.


Deon Alexander and Alan Carpenter


Location: The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
Interacting With: Each other, Ky’ vie Morgan (@Vicier), Hawley Griffin (@Ghost Shadow), Imogen Parsons (@Caits), Chiron and Dionysus.






A meeting. This was rather… different. Though it kept Ky’ vie from yelling at him any longer, though he didn’t particularly mind it. Deon simply gave the fiery red head a rather imperious grin before shrugging his shoulders in indifference.

"We can continue this conversation later at my place, say, around seven? You do the cooking and I’ll get the drinks.” Flashing a wink her way, Deon removed himself from her space and began the quick descent down the tower to see what the big fuss was about. Dionysus had gotten their names wrong, but it was the correct use of the Hermes kid’s name that really got his attention. What the hell did that cabin do now?

Alan had just been seconds away from reaching back out to Imogen, confused as to why she was apologizing and then turning away from him. Really, he should have been the one to be apologizing - even with his shirt on the sweat coming from his body was enough to drown a small mammal. He hadn’t thought about it until just then, but it was pretty gross, and probably why Imogen wanted away from him. Just as he opened his mouth, though, he heard his name called outright, and though he had only been half paying attention to Chiron and Dionysus, he had retained enough of it to know that he had been accused for stealing from the gods.

His attention was drawn away from the daughter of Poseidon, his personal hygiene worry now a sparse thought pushed to the far recesses of his mind. A bolt of adrenaline shot down through his body and straight to his stomach, making it twist in uncomfortable knots. He wasn’t even so sure he might not retch all over his shoes right just then. The young man met eyes with Dionysus, the intense gaze that followed back to himself a clear indication that the god had not mistaken his name for someone else’s. But… why? He hadn’t done anything wrong ever since getting into a small bit of trouble when he tried to use his Hermes shoes to simply fly to the top of the obstacle tower.

Color visibly drained from Alan’s otherwise fair complexion and his pulse quickened, making the sweat he had been worried about beforehand to continue to accumulate though now it felt… colder.

A wave of heightened whispers ran throughout the crowd of campers, many expressing disbelief, other’s muttering a sort of awed reverence actually believing that he could be capable of such a feat. Deon, perhaps the loudest of them all, scoffed as he jumped from the first platform and onto the grass, shaking his head and folded his arms over his chest.

“Seriously? That little shit couldn’t steal his own tidey-whiteys away from the cleaning harpies if he found himself in a pinch, for fuck’s sake!” he pointed out, a laugh erupting from his throat that was met by a few of his fellow half-brothers.

Alan lowered his head, ignoring the taunts from the Ares’ cabin and stared down at his shoes he was now even more tempted to throw up on - a gift from his father when he had arrived at camp, but not delivered personally. They had been left on the bed he had been staying in, in the Hermes’ cabin - a way his father had laid claim to him. Not personally. Never personally. But this was personal. It was because of his heritage that he was getting blamed, and he knew exactly why.

“It’s because of Luke…” Alan explained to himself somberly, though it was attempted towards answering Deon. All those years ago, his half-brother had taken Zeus’ master bolt. Now Aphrodite’s dove had gone missing… it only made sense for the gods to turn their attention right back to the Hermes children. But why him specifically? He had dozens of half-brothers and sisters they could have blamed, though he was sure that not a single one of them deserved it. Confusion was written clear on his face as he looked back up, looking only at Chiron with misty eyes. “...why me?” he asked, taking a moment to look to his closest brother, Hawley, as if expecting some sort of clear explanation.



Damien Flores


Location: Zoé's home.
Interacting With: Zoé Flores, Aaron Brooks and Cody Treadwell





“..Aron..? ..Aron..? Cody- what’s goin-... oh, mierda; hang on…”

Damien shifted uncomfortably on the couch. There was a static sort of stillness that came through the air that simply tickled the Druid the wrong way. He stood from the couch slowly as he listened to his sister's end of the conversation. Whatever was going on, definitely wasn't good.

Standing tall, he shotgunned the rest of his beer before setting the empty bottle on the table next to Zoé's, waiting for the phone call to end. His eyes shifted over towards the two boys his sister had adopted, though he could have swore his premonition of them being queer was still true. He hadn't exactly received the best explanation of their adoption, or why - it would simply have to be another conversation for later, it seemed.

His fingertips twitched, his attention recalled back to his sister as the urgency in her voice continued to escalate. Walking slowly to her, though keeping some amount of distance, Damien placed a strong hand on her shoulder, giving her a sense of support with whatever was going on. It seemed he had decided to come back from the dead at a good time. Zoé needed him.

She suddenly turned, forcing his hand from her shoulder and a phone was thrown at him. With reflexes that had no sense belonging to a mere human, the Druid caught it with ease, and kept his hand in the air where it was, his eyes narrowing.

“..I need your help, Damien… there’s been another attack…”

It didn't even seem to register with Damien that his sister was stripping down nude in front of him. His eyes were on hers, and he gave her a solemn nod, a flickering, smirky-sort-of-smile crossing his lips. Whatever attack had happened in the past, he knew nothing about. Or the significance of this particular attack. Old military habits died hard. When called to duty, a soldier couldn't help but to feel some semblance of excitement, either good or bad.

"Yeah you do."

It seemed that he would be meeting up with Myra a little bit later than he had thought.
Hey guys, just letting you all know that I plan on getting out a few posts tomorrow after my physical therapy. Sorry for the wait. It's been a complicated few weeks.
Hey guys, just letting you all know that I plan on getting out a few posts tomorrow after my physical therapy. Sorry for the wait. It's been a complicated few weeks.
Hey guys, just letting you all know that I plan on getting out a few posts tomorrow after my physical therapy. Sorry for the wait. It's been a complicated few weeks.
Alan Carpenter


Location: The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
Interacting With: Hawley Griffin (@Ghost Shadow) and Imogen Parsons (@Caits).


"Oh, for fuck's sake."

Alan watched quietly as his half brother threw a small fit over the supposed tie that Ky' vie and Deon had come to. Even he had to admit it was a little sketchy, but really, what could he, or any of them do? It was another reason Alan had decided to stop participating in the Obstacle Tower - there was always just too much drama.

"There's nothing worse than a standing prick."

Alan had to chuckle lightly to himself at that one, even though Hawley wasn't even talking to him directly. He wanted to make some joke towards the idea of "that's how pricks work best, isn't it?" but decided against it - it just wasn't something he'd say out loud. But it didn't keep him from thinking it.

"For gods' sake, she can handle herself."

That part was probably true. Ky' vie was one of the toughest campers he knew, despite him being at camp for a short amount of time. Alan watched as Hawley came back to him, clearly upset by the whole ordeal and really he couldn't blame him, but Alan knew better than to waste any mental energy on getting worked up about something that was beyond his control.

"So, what big announcement d'ya think is gonna happen today?"

Alan shrugged his shoulders.

"Dunno. Maybe a new camper?" No, that wouldn't make sense. Campers came and went all the time without Dionysus making an announcement of any kind. "Or maybe a quest is coming up." he quickly added on, as to not make himself look stupid any longer than he might have already done.

“Ms. Kylie Montgomery… Mr. Devin Argent… I suggest you stumble your way back down to the stands, and take a seat with the rest of these lazy lumps. I have the unfortunate pleasure of calling my camp to meeting, and I need all ears on us…”

Alan's attention was pulled from talking with his brother to the god in question as he called down Ky' vie and Deon from the obstacle tower (having missed their kiss completely). He wasn't sure what it was, but Alan suddenly started to get a wrong kind of feeling - one that made his stomach start to churn and knot and that had the hair on his arms standing up on end.

"Guess we're about to find out."

”I did it, I mean, I didn’t have a hope in hell of winning, but I still did it!”

Once again, Alan's attention was diverted, though this time to the small (by comparison to himself) girl of Poseidon. His father was her father's nephew, or... something like that - so he wasn't exactly sure what that made Imogen and himself. Though technically... they were all related one way or another at this camp.

"You'll have your shot at winning, Imogen. She can't stay undefeated forever." Alan put one arm around her and pulled Imogen into a one-armed, congratulatory hug. "And I don't think you fell off once - that's enough of a win for me." he chuckled.
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