Mocha Frappa-what? {Seb}

[Felicity Merrimen]

Today had been a long day, and it wasn't even late in the day, just the opposite. She had left the campsite the Romans were out to go to the ruins, walking along the familiar paths and feeling that pull in her gut that comes with using her powers as she raised one of the faces she missed the most. Except, while they had their happy moment he yet again lectured her that she needed to stop doing that. Not only was it wearing her out but it was making it hard for her to move on. Chris, the soul she had raised and her dearly departed, did not want to be raised again. She knew he didn't mean anything bad by it but well, it sucked to say the least. Everything sucked lately.

Glancing past the ruins into the rolling hillsides she got an idea. Blame it on the myths she had to have memorized but she knew that her father once allowed someone to take their wife back, alas he failed, but maybe she would get special permission. So, running towards the closest shadow and letting it swallow her up she headed into L.A. She knew exactly where that CD store was but due to the small jump she couldn't help but feel exhausted and of course, since this was America she happened to be right next to their addiction, Starbucks. She had never been in one before but the familiar smell of coffee was enough to drag her in.

Tons of choices, who drunk this? She just wanted a decent cup of coffee but when it came her turn to order she choked and just told them to surprise her and the next thing she knew she was sitting at a table, doodling on a napkin the same symbols the emblazoned her arm out of boredom while a mocha frappa with a shot of peppermint stood next to the napkin slowly melting in the sunbeam it was inhabiting.

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notes: Ta-Duh!! Sebastian Crane got Feli's first thread.

[Sebastian Crane]

The sea of dreams bringing me closer to you

Sebastian had managed to temporarily give Judas the slip so that he could have a moment to his self and actually explore the unfamiliar state that was California. Despite having occupied the world for so long, Sebastian had a limited knowledge of America and the extent of his familiarity was with New York alone. Before he'd decided to return to Camp Half Blood after being stripped of his immortality by the bitter Olympian known as Poseidon, Sebastian had spent roughly two weeks exploring New York, since so much had changed since his 200+ year hiatus. Now he had the opportunity to explore Los Angeles before he and Judas tried to make their way back home.

After finally escaping the dominatrix with his soul intact, he and Judas had made camp in an abandoned building across the street from DOA Recording Studios, which was the lesser known name for one of the few entrances to the Underworld. However, after being stuck in the same literal hellhole for so long without so much as a glimmer of hope that he would escape, Sebastian was feeling claustrophobic and antsy staying in one place for so long and the sleeping bag he now laid was starting to feel like a prison.

Doing what he could to slip out of it as silently as possible, Sebastian moved to the dufflebag he had acquired recently and proceeded to get dressed with haste. He guessed that by the positioning of the sun alone, it was steadily approaching noon and Judas was still snoring in his own sleeping bag after the long night of drinking the two had done. Unsure of whether he had a hangover or just a headache, the need for a hot cup of coffee and a cigarette possessed him. Ever the man of stealth, Sebastian sneaked from the building and looked around, only to spot a coffee shop down the road from his current location.

Many times during his stay at Camp Half Blood, Sebastian had joked with numerous girls about stealing a vehicle from the Hephaestus campers and taking them to Starbucks, but he'd never actually been to Starbucks before. His desire for coffee was overwhelming and he wondered if maybe there was a chance that they accepted drachma instead of whatever they called the American currency system. He pulled his pack of cigarettes from his pocket while he walked and put one in his mouth before coming to a halt at a stop sign. Retrieving his lighter, he traced his thumb over the outline of the navy blue trident on it and lit the cigarette, watching the vehicles drive past with a curious yet quizzical expression. 

It took him another five minutes to finally arrive at the coffee shop, and by then he was long finished with the cigarette but was trying to fight the urge to smoke another one. He had to remember that not only could he not smoke inside most buildings these days but that he currently had to worry about fatal diseases that often occurred from excessive smoking, particularly in the lung area. Deciding that the only way to keep himself from smoking another cigarette was to physically enter the coffee shop itself, he did so and the familiar scent of coffee brought a smile to his lips. He approached the counter after passing a girl doodling on a napkin and looked over the menu, which seemed to be in an entirely different language to him.

The barista was a pretty, tan blonde with a surprisingly white smile for a coffee drinker that seemed friendly from a distance, but droned on and on for a good five minutes about her favorite selections of coffee after Sebastian asked her what she recommended. Eventually he ended up ordering white mocha latte and pulled his wallet from his back pocket to pay. Upon opening his wallet, he discovered that it was in fact empty and the only other currency he had on him was in the form of drachma. Remembering his idea from earlier, he pulled several of the golden coins from his pocket and placed them into the barista's hand.

She gave him a quizzical look, a cross between disbelief and are you stupid? He shrugged and pulled his hand back, offering her his best charming smile as she turned away to go consult her manager. He sighed audibly and looked around the cafe before settling his eyes on the girl doodling on a napkin. Clearing his throat and summoning all his confidence, he swaggered on over to and offered her the same smile he'd offered the barista while he wracked his brain for the best coffee related pick up line.

"Excuse me, miss, things are about to get really steamy in here," he said to her, his British accent thickening in his attempt to charm her more.

TAG: Felicity Merrimen // WORDS:821 // NOTES: Go big or go home, Jackie.

[Felicity Merrimen]

Poison me with love, I bring you back to life

The pen was starting to run out of ink. The Q wasn't as shaded in as vibrant as the two preceding letters in her doodle. It was a tad annoying given that this was what was suppose to represent her legacy as a Roman after all. And well, while she was going this out of boredom she wanted it to still represent something. After all, the one on her arm was evenly distributed with the color. She had always wondered how it worked. She knew it was magic, yes, that much was obvious. But how did they know when to do it and where to place it on the arm? Everyone's arm was different wasn't it? She sighed, this was what happened when she decided to think on things for too long. It just decided to be random.

She glanced up from her failed artwork to people watch for a moment. There was people mingling with one another and then a few people sitting on laptops working feverishly on something. She couldn't tell what but the sound of the rapid keyboard was enough to tell her that whatever it was must have a deadline. Then again, they could have been talking to friend online, apparently that was a thing. She wasn't to well versed in how electronics worked, mainly staying away from them while focusing on her legion work. Training was what made a Roman, not some stupid chat room. Granted, those people seemed to be more relaxed and at ease. She briefly wondered what her life would have been like had she not been born a demigod. She would be in college right now. What would she major in? They were usually based on interest and what you wanted to be for the rest of her life.

She paused in her thoughts. What were her interests? She couldn't quite figure that out. And what did she want to do with her life? HA! She was prepared to die in those battles before and sometimes wish she could have. Then there would be less to wonder and worry about and always checking over your shoulder for gods know what may be lurking out there. Greeks, Titans, monsters. And what's worse, because of that stupid alliance she even had to look out for her own kind, Romans, the one's who turned their back on everything Rome stood for. Remembering her desperate plea to anyone who would hear for them to join her and watching so many faces look away from her, it made her angry! She knew they weren't weak like their Greek counterparts, why would they turn? Claiming it was because they didn't want anymore war, that was fine! There didn't have to be if everyone just kept to their own business. Why did they have to go forcing everyone on each other?

The people in the Underworld understood that and would join her if they could. Well, the one's she had the chance of vising anyway. She didn't exactly like looking at all the deceased and seeing the jealousy in their eyes because she was still alive. That, or they didn't understand why she would go to the Underworld anyway. It wasn't a pretty place. She knew that, she had walked past the fields of punishment a few times and saw vile things. Raping, mauling, starvation. It was horrendous and she always tried to avoid eye contact with the occupants there hoping they were too busy with their own torture to look at her and yell out for help. Granted, one or few did and she had to keep walking on. They were there for a reason is what she told herself and gods knew her dad would not be willing to let her off easy if she did go over and help them. So she just kept walking.

Her thoughts were distracted when someone said something to her and she couldn't help but shiver at the voice. Not in a bad way, it was just that accent. It was a weakness of hers. Whenever she would come across someone from another country she just wanted to listen to them talk all the time. And of course, the best accent was English, and yes she knew there was more than just English accent. But the accent she just heard was the one that really made her stop in awe. She looked up at the person with a pleasant smile at the horrendous, well, was it a pick up line or was it literally about to get steamy in here? There she went overthinking again.  

"And why is that?" Felicity asked with a small smirk at the guy before suddenly stopping. He seemed oddly familiar. Like she had seen his face before but she knew she didn't know the person in front of her. Had she seen his face in passing somewhere? Her brained tried to work quickly to figure it out. "I'm sorry, but, I need to ask. Have we met before? I mean, I think I would have remembered you but your face is just, familiar." Felicity said, before realizing just how awkward that sounded. She quickly averted her gaze from him to look past him at the manager and barista trying to figure out something that seemed to be puzzling. 

Words:902 |Sebastian Crane| Sorry, you were saying?
_{By: Jackie}