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QTheRevolution
Fri Jan 12, 2018 10:27 pm
Jack Smyth was very happy that he had become centurion, and was honestly pretty damn proud of himself. Unfortunately, he was also starting to go a tad bit crazy. The second that his rank changed, everyone's intentions with him changed. Getting invited to things was harder, and it was driving the little bit of Bacchus inside of him crazy. People wanted to be friends with him for the benefits. Not to mention, all the new responsibilities. It'd been less than a month and he still couldn't see straight. Sure, Aspen was great, but when you work with someone, sometimes it's hard to see each other as people, at least right off the bat. At this point Ethan was his only friend, and he was so in his head with this crazy photography project that there was no getting to him. And of course there was Aubrey, but she was so Aubrey about authority figures.
So here Jack was, sitting alone, not quite at the aqueduct, but in the area. He could hear people in the distance. He didn't have the moral conviction to care too much right now. The son of Mars was sitting there with a book on Japanese strategy and a small bouncy ball. He was reading the book by the dim moonlight and was bouncing the ball off a nearby tree, catching it subconsciously, and throwing it back. He'd flip the page between throwing the ball.
Jack had been sitting outside for who knows how many hours when he missed the tree for the first time. The son of Mars swore lightly under his breath and set his book down, pushing up off the ground and searching for where the dark ball went in the moonlight.
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sarenrae
Sat Jan 13, 2018 8:52 pm
It was nearing the end of the night, and Laurel was doing her rounds around camp. They were pretty boring and usually meant walking around Camp and making sure she didn't find anybody smoking by the Tiber or playing magic the gathering on the field of mars. So far she hadn't seen anyone. She had to wonder if she was just getting progressively worse at her job, or if she was getting so good that people didn't bother sneaking out when they knew it was her turn for rounds. This whole thing was basically a giant game of hide and seek, except she didn't know who was hiding and she had to search a square mile radius. In her opinion the odds were stacked against her.
She was walking past the Caldecott, minding her own business and being bored out of her mind. All of a sudden some small ball comes flying out through the trees and hits her in the temple.
"Ow!" She exclaims, one hand flying to the spot where it hit. It was still tender, but it probably wouldn't bruise. She was more hung up on the fact that she had been hit by something out of the blue.
"What the fuck?" She asked, mostly to herself.
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QTheRevolution
Sun Jan 14, 2018 10:27 am
Jack wandered out of the lines of trees he had buried himself in. He looked up from the ground and saw Laurel, one of the first centurions, patting her head lightly. Jack knew Laurel, in theory. They'd had meetings together over the past month, but he mostly hid behind Aspen and let her do the talking. It wasn't so new to her, anyway, and people knew her. Jack couldn't help but laugh a little bit. "Laurel? What'd you do? Did you walk into a-" Jack's voice trailed off as he looked towards the ground and saw his little ball a few feet away from Laurel. "Wait, did I? Oh shit." Jack said, trying to control his laughter. He'd totally clocked Laurel on the head.
Jack was already a bit sure that the other centurions hated him, and this was not going to help him. He was too strict for the more laid-back and chill ones, but he was too laid-back for the hard core leaders. He just couldn't win. Being centurion just really brought out the dichotomy inside of him: Mars vs Bacchus.
The son of Mars controlled his laughter. "I am so sorry. Can I help at all?" He said, regaining his composure, the smile on his face falling into a straight line. He'd learned that look from his mother. Even Aubrey could do it. It was a Smyth family trademark.
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