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[Edmund Simons]

So what if he was on the run and homeless? At least he got away from them. The demigods. Despite being one himself, he entirely disregarded that part of him. He used Camp to his advantage: he learned how to fight, forge, forage, and kill. He learned how to be strong and hold his own. He knew he could survive in the mortal world. So, when the Camp had outlived its usefulness to him, he left. He even had the chance to prove his skills to himself during the war. That had been the final test. He lived. He passed. Striking out alone and having no one to tie him down could be used to his full advantage. He could do what he wanted, when he wanted. He had all the control. Edmund finally had what he wanted: independence and normalcy. No one giving him orders, no one spewing crap about gods, no winy campers, no little isolated box to keep him in. 

If Ed couldn't stand living with the Geeks, he couldn't really imagine staying in a Camp of combined Geeks and Romans. Too much ego and too many people for him. Besides, last he heard he hadn't been the only one to ditch: people dissatisfied with the marriage decided to leave too... making their own little camps. But they were still aligned with their own Camps. Not him. He stood with no one anymore, only himself. He would've thought that after a couple of years, he would've felt some sort of loyalty... some sort of alliance... but no. He left his Greek life behind as easily as he left Em's house. Perched carefully in a tree, he sat up in alertness as he heard footsteps. Probably another hiker on the trail... he had run in with a couple of those. Clueless idiots.

OOC: hello all, name's Ellie. welcome to my two weeks of #awkward with Ed!

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Aurora often found herself wandering to wherever she pleased. There was nothing here that held her rooted, no business to work with, no sick mother to tend to. The only thing the air carried was despair. An overwhelming despair that seemed to cling to the same air she breathed. With every inhale, a pang resonated against her chest. A shot to the lungs, a titanium bullet against her frail mentality. She despised the alliance. How could one associate harmoniously with the ones who destroyed all you had ever known? It baffled Aurora. The concept of a functioning and healthy relationship between the Greeks and the Romans was something never meant to be. Aurora didn’t consider herself a traitor to the Greeks. The Greeks died the day Camp Jupiter seized their camp. She had been spared, but not those she loved. Her sister and fiance, gone. Aurora always said she’d be back, that she’d return to see them again, it was only for two years. A lot changed in two years. There wasn’t even a burial she had to recognize her own sister and fiance by… They were gone, they’re resting place the rubble of what was once Camp Half-Blood.

Aurora had ventured off this day. She needed a place to work in the tranquility of herself. Aurora had a briefcase alongside her, papers neatly clipped on the inside. She had spent two years back in her home country, taking her time to work on the company of her legacy. The eldest of the family always took control of the company, Aurora had known this, but she hadn’t expected it so soon. She was alerted on such a short notice, she barely had time to say goodbye. The Swedish girl had not even the slightest clue that those were the last time she’d ever be able to see them in the flesh again. The thought hadn’t even occurred to her. War was a troubling subject, even to those like Aurora. She was a Daughter of Ares, her field of expertise was supposed to be in this, not business affairs. She hadn’t even finished university, as much as she would have liked to. Then again, being raised with such knowledge did have quite an impact on someone, a lifetime of standing in the shadows of the world. She had a large responsibility, the least she could do was have a time dedicated to working in peace. The camp she followed along was currently in the American south, at the most blisteringly hot part of the year.

The platinum haired girl rested the briefcase down next to her, opening it to reveal a small netbook computer, as well as various assorted papers. Of course, by her side was a celestial bronze dagger, ready in case she may have run into an unwelcome fanged guest. Out in the open, a demigod was vulnerable to monsters and hostility. Even when they were doing something fairly simple, such as doing bills. SHe shouldn’t come into much trouble there, an easy action. As Aurora got to work, she felt something almost peculiar. Perhaps it may have just been merely the ambience the tranquil nature gave off, or she was merely imagining things. Aurora took a quick glance upward, aiming to catch the canopy of the trees and a glimpse of cerulean of the sky above. However, she noticed something quite peculiar. She wasn’t alone. In her peripheral vision was a boy, perched into the trees. Aurora turned to face him, her lips turned down in a scowl. “You know, staring is quite impolite”, she started, crossing her arms, folding the lid of her computer.

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[Edmund Simons]

Edmund had never considered Camp Half Blood his home. Good thing too. Watching one home burn to the ground was enough for a lifetime. Nonetheless, he had to witness the destruction of a very nice landscape. He also had a great reminder that he hated unconstrained fire. Despite becoming an experienced forge worker, he couldn't help but feel his chest tighten and breath sucked from his lungs whenever he saw fire loose and free... No matter though, he had come out alive, again. He had no emotional tie to the place (or anything, really), but it was sort of a shame to see such destruction of the land. Then again, he really had no room to talk. The Greeks, the Romans, they had destroyed each other. In retribution, yes, but it had happened nonetheless. To him, it didn't matter who started it or ended it, but the fact remained that two Camps had been left in ruins. Not that he really cared, he had gotten all the he needed from the place to make it on his own. Monsters? No problem, he knew how to properly fight now.

His celestial bronze weapons were still on his person, although he did have to find a way to forge a morphing weapon. Mortals probably wouldn't take kindly to see a nineteen year old walking the streets with a sword (Would they even see a sword? Maybe not, but he wasn't taking the chances of getting arrested. He wasn't that stupid). At least he could easily hide daggers on his person. The sword though... the sword stayed in his little hide away, make shift camp. It wasn't much, really. Just a tent, sleeping bag, and backpack full of stuff he had grabbed after ditching. Did he hate the alliance? No. He actually couldn't care less. Greek, Roman. Didn't matter to him. They were all brainwashed, stupid demigods. Did he realize he was a demigod himself? Hell yes, but he entirely disregarded that part of him, even though he knew that he had more god blood pumping in him than human blood. Human? No. More like a machine monster. Yes... that worked.

He let one of his legs swing off the branch of the tree that he was in. He had nothing, yet everything. No home since he was ten. But no matter... he was making his own way now, and that's all that counted. He'd make things work. Nothing came easy, and that was good. He'd fight for it. Fight and forge for it. That's the only way he had ever done anything. Fight. Through pain. Through camp. Through life. If he didn't fight, what did he have? Nothing. He looked up from his own job: carefully carving little wood figurines with his own wood carving knife and from the wood he found around him. He heard the soft clack of something being set down and shifted his weight so he could easily leap out of the tree if needed, his hand going to a hidden sheath containing a dagger. She didn't seem to be an open threat...yet. Oh, he spoke too soon. This is why he never attempted optimism. Plus she even had a dagger... was that celestial bronze? Yeah, saw way too many of those in his time. Of all people to run into. He almost wished it was the dumb mortals. His eyes automatically zapped towards the laptop. The mechanical side of his brain whirring to life, his interest piqued. Computers attracted monsters. He'd get one in a heartbeat. He didn't care about the monsters. He wanted something mechanical to explore and expand. He returned her scowl. "Good thing polite isn't my goal," he snapped, continuing to glare.

OOC: hope this was okay! haha our word counts match xD
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Unlike a lot of demigods at camp, Aurora had to keep a low profile. She was the Daughter of an influential businesswoman, one of the largest corporations of the Northern European and Scandinavian market, save for a few such as IKEA and H&M. The Aldenbergs were a corporal machine, and the media seemed to be all over them since they had learned of the death of Vince and Alyssa, as well as her mother’s near indifference to the entire thing. Of course, they had no idea that it was actually a war that killed them. For all the mortals concern, it was a tragic car crash that took the lives of Aurora’s biological sister and fiance. Not a war, not that the romans had murdered them. The media didn’t seem to lighten up on the subject either, as there was very little documentation. They thought it was something planned out by Aurora and Elise. That Aurora and her mother would willingly plan the assassination of Aurora’s sister and fiance. If they were actually intelligent, they would have known that Aurora and Elise were far from close, that the two of them rarely cooperated, or even talked for that matter. It was twisted, their view of Aurora, but not far off. Would she have done such a thing? Perhaps, not to someone as beloved as her sister and Vince. That was all the Romans doing, not Aurora. That was one thing Aurora would never forgive them for. If she could have a chance to eliminate any trace of the Roman demigods and Titans from this world, she would have done it without thinking twice. Their well beings were of little concern for her, as long as she went to bed knowing that they had been given what they had truly deserved. Annihilation.

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“If you don’t have anything tolerable to say, shut your mouth, idiot”, Aurora snapped, crossing her arms. She could have cared less that she deviated from the more come form of the saying, in fact, she liked hers far more. It got the point across without making her seem like a complete pansy weakling. She wasn’t one of those do-gooders to try and push everyone towards peace, happiness, and sparkles. If the rest of the world wanted to destroy each other, Aurora would merely be sitting on the sidelines watching with the same smirk that grazed her facial features at this moment. Her cold and calculating stare wagering which side she could support, although indirectly. Business was tricky, tricky, tricky. Pull out the wrong block of the tower and the structure you built below your feet goes topping, severing your being in the process. Why, this was nothing but an ember in the flickering sea of crimson flames that conflict brought. An ember she would smother the heel of her shoes, without giving a second glance to her actions. She had more important things to do than pick fights she knew she would win, or at least that was what she had thought. [break][break]


Edmund Simons

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[Edmund Simons]

and i'll survive p a r a n o i d
i have lost the will to change 

As the saying went in the movie, Ed didn't give a damn about his bad reputation. What movie was that from, even? He had no idea, he just knew it was rather popular and a classic. Gone with the Wind, maybe? For sure he had never seen the entire thing, he just knew different quotes from various sources. No matter how he did or didn't know the movie, the words still held true. Know him or not, hate him or not, he didn't have it in himself to care. Not caring had become a rather stable motif in his life. He supposed it started when he was young and got worse and worse as he grew up. Wherever he went to school, he knew that he'd get into trouble for something, so why even bother settling down? All he'd do is get moved away a year or so later. The adults were no help. His parents said the teachers were there to help him, but all the did was not listen and put him in time outs. He had tried so hard to try to make them understand what he was seeing... but they never believed him. He took a couple of good life lessons from those school monster attacks. They mostly helped form him into the vastly unpleasant person he was to this day. But he couldn't give school all the credit: he had to reserve some for himself, some for his aunt, and some for Camp and their entire culture.

At least both camps had gotten destroyed. The only annoying part of it was that they, all noble and hero-y and whatever, had to "rise from the ashes" and continue on with the polytheistic life. Seriously, if both camps destroyed each other and burned to the ground, the universe (and the gods) were trying to tell them something. The campers (of both sides) just didn't want to listen to or acknowledge the subtext. Ed wasn't blind. But hey, if they wanted to plot their own demise all over again, that was on them. He'd watch on the sidelines, eating popcorn with a twisted smirk and an "I told you so" expression on his face. "I never do, but I quite like annoying you," Edmund sneered, his leg continuing to swing nonchalantly off the branch. They all thought they could make him shut up with their petty words and superfluous actions... but Ed, Ed was a different animal: born and raised with people trying to either silence or suppress him. He had tolerated it when he was younger, but no more. He left those days in the past, a weak flutter in his conscious, reminding him of how he used to be. No, eleven years worth of damage had done it's job. Now, he knew how to stand up and fight. The years of damage had left plenty of scars: visible and invisible, but that was all part of the game. Besides, damaged people were the most dangerous. They knew how to survive.

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TAG: @aur

CREDIT: AI