sentimental fool

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Freya Kane wasn't a girl who liked to socialize. In most cases, she just stayed home. Where was home now anyways? It was impossible to tell where it was ever since the destruction of camp juipiter which was indeed her residency.. up until last year. You could arge that Freya was indeed home, as this was Camp Jupiter. The place was spashed to pieces, though, there was hardly any structure left standing and on the ground, there was only rubble. She missed the people here even if she'd never talked to them. They were what was familiar, this however, was not. With a sigh, Freya kicked some of the rubble with her black boots and kept wandering. She passed the housing quarters where she used to sleep. There wasn't anything there for her anymore. The training field was off to her right and of course, the temples to the left.

Ceres help me, Freya thought to herself as she wandered aimlessly. It was probably not a good idea for the blonde to be walking all alone out in the open. There was nowhere for her to run and no place to hide. The invasion had made certain of that. Stupid greeks, Freya thought to herself. The greeks were stupid and inferior. Yes, that was what Freya thought of them. All of them. Yet, deep down the blonde knew that they needed the greeks- they were, at least, a little better than the titans. Her reasons for wanting the Greeks and Romans to work together was simple, get rid of the titans and then... and then hopefully the two groups would split up again and forget each other existed. Deep down Freya knew it probably wasn't that simple. The Greek gods were her gods too, but just in an different form. It made her nervous not knowing how anything would end up.

As Freya moved through the rubble, she swore should heard something behind her. The blonde froze, she tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and turned around slowly to look for the source. "Hello?" she whispered, glancing around.

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[Edmund Simons]

i'm t r a p p e d in this cage
the world created

Ten motor shops, twenty-two junk yards, six robberies, and three police chases later, Edmund had his solar powered motorcycle. Okay, those numbers may've not been accurate. He lost count. All that mattered to him was that he had a transport that wasn't walking. Not that he didn't like the exercise, but it got a bit tiresome after a while. He supposed that's all he was these days: tired, in the non traditional sense (traditional? pft..). Not that he'd ever acknowledge it himself or even looked or acted liked it. No, it was something buried deep down inside. Something that made Edmund Edmund, even if he didn't know it. He had felt like this for as long as he could remember: starting at the the age of eight. He had learnt to live with it, accepting it as the new normal.

Motorcycle at his disposal, Edmund was finally able (and glad) to leave South Carolina in the dust. Stupid idea: greeks and romans together... dd they even consider how much drama that would cause? How many new, deeply rooted problems would surface? Optimistic fools... thinking they could work it out. No, the world was just filled with chaos, and a joint camp with a facade of working together would just never work. Not that he cared anymore. Neither of those places owned him anymore. He allowed Camp Half Blood to drag him to the new location, but once the two leaders shook on it, he was out of there. Now, he did what he pleased when he pleased. No more trainings or living with other idiots in yet another place he'd never belong. Just him with no one else to drag him down.

Now then: what to with this new found freedom? Obviously not back to New York... ugh. Upon contemplation, he realized he was rather curious about where the Romans came from... California, was it? Good old San Fran. The name rang a bell from his old elementary school days. There was probably nothing there but rubble, but Edmund needed a distraction. Gods knew he was only living from adrenaline high to adrenaline high. So, cross country it was. It didn't take long for Edmund to gather his one back pack of belongings together. He tucked away his stolen, illegal, and honest money, hopped on his bike, and left South Carolina. Forty-eight or so hours later, he arrived in California. Quite the scenery change..

A couple of hours later, he was able to find it. A gigantic expanse of rubble that everyone seemed to pass by without a second glance. Quite opposite of all the rubber necking he had experienced. So, he pulled off to the side and killed the engine. The Mist would probably do the rest. He swung off he bike and started walking. Interesting... like a rubble museum. He wondered if he could scrounge anything up to make things with. Walking along, he noticed another figure ahead of him. Ugh. And he thought he'd be alone... Oh well, give her enough space and hopefully they wouldn't run into each other.

Edmund continued along, gazing curiously at the different rubbish piles and wondering what had been where. More importantly, where was their forge? (They were supposedly more militaristic, right? So they had to have a good armory. If not, he'd scorn them for being even bigger idiots than he thought they were). A glint of something caught his eye and he moved over to try to resurface it. What he didn't notice was that the object was wrapped around chains. Needless to say, it made an audible noise. The girl noticed and turned around. ....of course. Formalities. Edmund tried to suppress the urge to roll his eyes, but ultimately failed. "That's pointless. You already know someone's here."

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NOTES: heya ^-^ welcome to the site, name's ellie. don't mind ed. whack him over the head with a vine ; )

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sentimental fool

Freya turned around to see another person picking something on the ground up. Oh. The other was a boy who appeared to be about her age and had dark hair. Probably a demigod given that the mist probably was doing its job to conceal the magical’ world from mortals. Freya was only a little annoyed to see another, but then who was she kidding. It was outright stupid of her to think that she could come back to Camp Jupiter and not run into anyone. It was such an obvious place to come to anyway.

The daughter of Ceres could tell that this boy wasn’t exactly keen on seeing anyone else around either- or he was just a very callous person. “Clearly,” Freya replied, her tone slightly sour. She pressed her lips together and watched the other carefully. She hoped that there would be no dispute and nothing would really happen but somehow when it came to demigod business, that wasn’t how most things happened. Lately it seemed that conflict was a given no matter the situation.

Certainly Freya was the shy type, afraid of social situations and all of that. However, the blonde reigned in her desire to keep quiet, walk away or hide. She simply frowned at the other and another moment passed as Freya tried to find her voice. “I’m Freya,” she managed to say clearly with as much calmness and authority as she could muster. She hated showing weakness, or that she didn’t particularly enjoy speaking at all. Freya was certain that the other could sense her discomfort as she shuffled her feet.

How much more awkward could she be? Ceres help me, Freya thought to herself. Of course her mother wouldn’t, that wasn’t the way of the gods and besides the Roman gods didn’t help nearly as much as their Greek counterparts. If there was anything that Freya wished were different about the gods, was that they helped more than they did. She knew it was a silly wish but there were so many moments that she felt so uncertain, moments like now. Was the boy an enemy? Was he a Roman or a Greek or some of that wretched Titan spawn? How would this all play out?

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Notes: Hi Ellie! I’m Freya haha. She’d whack him with a vine if she had the guts to do so. :’D

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[Edmund Simons]

i'm t r a p p e d in this cage
the world created

Edmund never thought of himself as talkative, enthused, or social. He could probably warn everyone in a ten mile radius of that whenever he opened his mouth to one person. The fellow demigod (He had to assume as such; how else could she be seeing the ruins? The place may be gone, but the Mist still presumably worked) didn't seem unsettled by his curtness. On the contrary, she spit back her own response, sounding annoyed. A small smirk flickered onto his face. Good... All the more power to her. Too many people seemed to get offended by his monotoned, terse speech pattern. Others just fought fire to fire as to speak. Those were always the most fun... It could be them. It could be his forever radiating strife. Who the hell knew? Certainly not him. He noticed the way she was looking at him. A size up. "I'm not going to attack you unless you prove to be exceedingly annoying," he said with a lackadaisical eye roll.

If he could read her thoughts though, they'd be correct on both terms: he was a very callous person, and he certainly wasn't happy at seeing any other demigods (or mortals, or gods, or titans; he didn't discriminate). Besides, none of them should be happy to see him: traitor to both sides, hater of all, loyal to none. The detached life style with no loyalties suited him well. He had always been too free of a spirit to let institutions or individual people hold him down. Didn't like where he was? Move. Nothing and no one to stop him. It was a good life. A free life. Much better than being surrounded by idiots and a boundary. He'd rather have monsters and police on his tail than camp councilors and people who claimed to be related to him.

He looked back over to the girl from his ground scan of any other abandoned weapons. Ugh... formalities. "Simons, Edmund," he replied back unenthusiastically. She could probably read his disinterest as much as he could read her discomfort. Hesitant, shuffling feet... Uh huh, easy. He wasn't easy to read now, but for things that he obviously wanted to show, he would. The only reason he had gotten good at reading other people was through watching them instead of talking. Wall flowering and people watching took most of his camp time beside forging and fighting. Additionally, he had been like that himself at one point in his life. It was always easier to pick out previously (or currently) reflected attitudes if you had gone through them yourself. She was putting on a fairly good show though, like they all did. Demigods had a thing for hating weakness. Himself included. He supposed in that sense he did fit as a half freak.

"What's this visit make you? Scavenger or sentimental idiot?"

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sentimental fool

There was one thing that you could count on the fact that the gods would always make things interesting- intentionally or not. Of course ‘interesting’ was completely subjective. Naturally she would come across another demigod here. Freya allowed herself to ponder his parentage a moment, studying the other. “Only as long as you don’t ruin my day,” she muttered back, irritated with… she wasn’t entirely certain what but the boy unsettled her a little and perhaps not only in the normal way.

Normally, Freya didn’t encounter too many people. She tried to avoid it. Although most of the time interactions with others weren’t half bad but her fears were stronger than she would ever care to admit. “I would be the sentimental idiot.” she rolled her eyes at the other, surprised at how easily she found the words. Fine she was sentimental, she missed this place. Camp Jupiter had been her home for years and now it had been reduced to… this. Ruins. It was only natural that she should want to come back and visit the one place that had made her feel safe. Of course there was the question of which side did this other demigod play for, Freya didn’t mind what team- as long as it wasn’t for the titans. Damned Titans represented exactly what she didn’t want. It seemed that sides, teams, whatever it was didn’t really matter… for now.

“You don’t seem like the sentimental sort… the scavenger type, yes?” She couldn’t imagine what anyone could find here- other than some dusty old blocks of concrete, maybe a broken statue of some sort- but to Freya, there wasn’t much here. Maybe she would find her old barracks and leave some sort of memento. Maybe grow some flowers or grass in hopes of the place becoming something new. Who knew.

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[Edmund Simons]

i'm t r a p p e d in this cage
the world created

The gods always ruined everything. What was the point of them anyway? Give demigods life only to... to what? Make them fight their wars. Abandon them and not give a crap. The demigods were chased and hunted by monsters and had the looming threat of war nearly all the time. And where were the gods in all of this? Probably just kicking back and watching the show. Bratty, spoiled toddlers. He hated the lot of them. Being half a god ruined his life. They just needed to not reproduce. So what if they died off because no one believed in them? That'd just be all the better. The demigods were the freaks of the world: not belonging here nor there. They had all accepted the illusion they belonged with their other half siblings at the Camps, but that was far, far from Edmund's truth. Upon meeting other half freaks, he never even considered parentage, mostly because he didn't give a crap about it. Who cared if you had one power or another? Who cared about your immortal half? A lot of people, apparently. Just not him. He didn't ask about it to other people, nor did  he ever give a straight answer when asked, and that's how it was going to stay.

"Well then, this is going to be more interesting than I thought," the dark haired boy smirked. "I live to ruin other people's days and by extent their lives." Said flatly and without a trace of irony. No, Edmund was deadly serious. Both deadly and serious, all the time. It had become a pattern for him, really, ruining people's lives. He had ruined the Simons's lives by killing them. He had ruined Emalia's life by getting sent to her. He had ruined a bunch of Romans's and Greeks's lives by killing them in the war, and by extent the lives of their family and friends. Oh well, collateral damage for trusting him in a war and with a weapon in his hands. They should've figured that all bets would be off: unleashing Edmund Simons onto the battlefield, but no. They were naive... stupid to think that he would stand and fight for them just because he lived in their camp. "Uh-huh," he acknowledged dryly. "Idiot indeed." He had been correct, of course. Now that he thought of it, it had been stupid to ask as he already knew the answer: just the way she had been looking around gave it away. Sentimentality did no one favors. In fact, it could very well get them killed. It was a useless emotion. It hindered. It let people wallow in sadness and nostalgia. Both of which were unproductive.

Unfortunately, Edmund could sympathize with a loss of a home, he had gone through that himself. He had watched the only place he had ever considered home burnt to dust. However, he wasn't able to look at Camp as a home; all it had been to him was a brainwashing, temporary shelter where he learnt new skills. Therefore, he couldn't sympathize with any of the Campers's "home" loss. As for himself, he had never attached to the place and couldn't even understand how anyone did. Then again, he didn't attach to anything. "Correct and correct." On some sadistic level, watching the Camps burn had been satisfying. He never understood the attachment people had to their Camps. Nothing was permanent. Everything was temporary. The people who worshipped this place as their home? It had been time to knock them down a peg or two. Everything fell. Nothing survived forever.

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sentimental fool

Freya understood that the gods were not always allowed to interfere. There was something that was beyond her ability to grasp about them. Some people felt that this mystery was too vexing to bother with. Freya was one of those, but it hardly made her angry. Frustrated sometimes, indeed, but who would not feel upset when knowing that your mother had incredible powers and yet did nothing to help you. Freya wasn’t special, she knew that. She was far from entitled as well. Her step mother and step sisters had proven that much to her. She hated them all. She sometimes felt upset that she hadn’t been spared from the torment of her otherwise mortal family. Why hadn’t Ceres protected her? It wasn’t the way of Rome. Learning how to stand up for herself was a long and complex process, one which would indeed not take place overnight. Meeting the Roman demigods gave her hope that she hadn’t known before. They were a family that she hadn’t known about until then and it was a relief to know that she had more than just what was back ‘home’.

Freya frowned at the other. Well this would be… not fun. Having others poke fun at her was far from what Freya would consider to be a good time. Great. Of course the other probably did not know what would and would not ruin her day. She was curious of course, far more than she should have been to know how exactly this Edmund would ruin her day. “What do you mean? That you ruin people’s days and lives?” Freya wasn’t certain of what she felt, but there was something of… sorrow? Perhaps pity, perhaps something else that she wasn’t able to place. Good gods the boy was miserable and barely tolerable. Certainly everyone had their problems, yet this one seemed to have more than his fair share. “I don’t think sentimentality is equivalent to idiocy, however," Freya said to the other, her tone of voice becoming stronger and more confident in herself.

She glanced around the area. Freya was standing where her old barracks had been and in tribute, the grass around began to grow greener than the other parts, healthy and full of life. A couple strawberry plants began to sprout at her feet. “Its sometimes good to remember. And learn.” the daughter of Ceres said. “This place reminds me of what I want… for the future.” she shrugged her shoulders. Freya was very aware that she was saying a lot, perhaps too much, but she was hardly bothered by it. She didn’t particularly care what the other thought of her at the moment. She barely knew him. Naturally the daughter of Ceres knew that should he comment rudely, all feelings of confidence would shatter just as it did every time she’d wanted to stand up to her step-family. Maybe that was why she was saying everything now.

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[Edmund Simons]

i'm t r a p p e d in this cage
the world created

Edmund hadn't needed the gods then. He most certainly didn't need them now. He had learned how to survive and tough it out all by himself: alone. He knew how to fight and rebound. He knew how to stand up for himself. He didn't need anyone. No one needed him. Useless puffs of smoke, the lot of them. He had a family for support. Maybe he didn't have many friends, but he didn't care. He had his mom, his dad, and his sister. His true family. Not some dead beat immortals or brainwashed campers. The loyalty some of the people had to the place... it was astounding to him. Not completely foreign, but not entirely comprehendible either. To give their loyalty to a place... associate with it positvely... He just couldn't do it. Perhaps it came down to attachment. Something that he wasn't capable of. Or wouldn't let himself do.

"Just by my nature," he said with a shrug. "I am probably one of the most unpleasant, obnoxious, insufferable, negative people you will ever have the misfortune of meeting." He said it matter-of-factly, without batting an eyelash. As if insulting and offending himself came as natural as breathing. To an extent, it did. He knew all of those words to be true. Saying them aloud or knowing it in your mind... no difference. As long as it was the truth. Every truth had to have its sources: whether it be internal or external. For him, it was both. Multiple people had confirmed his nature. He knew not to put too much stock into what people said, but after years of repetition of attributes of the same nature, along with the fact that he also knew it to be true....

He raised his eyebrows slightly. "Sentiment is unnecessary to life. Much like close, personal relationships. It slows down the mind, clogs it with irrational thoughts... which eventually lead to idocracy." He watched her silently as a grass and vines grew around her. How nice it must be... to be able to create life, not only bring death. Remember and learn... Sometimes the remembering route was just too painful. Make no mistake though: Ed had learned a lot in the weeks and months after the fire.

His unsettling smirk flickered back onto his face. Perhaps he should sign up for the role of The Joker... the mortals would probably pin him as sociopathic or psychotic. "What? Ruins all around you?" he scoffed. Gods knew that's what Edmund had gotten... twice in his. One he hadn't wanted. Not at all. Farthest thing he had ever wanted in his life. Perhaps the only thing to redeem it would have been if he had died with them, but alas, he hadn't. Instead, he was forced to live out his punishment on earth as long as his body decided to keep functioning. Sometimes that was the worst someone could do: keep you alive. The second place he saw burn to the ground had been, of course, Camp. His feelings towards that burning had been the polar opposite of watching the Simons house burn. Not joy, not satisfaction, although those underlying feelings had been there (sadistically so), but more... indifference.

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sentimental fool

Back home in Liverpool, Freya knew only the insults of her so called family. Her father had chosen his second wife poorly, not that the poor man should be judged. She loved her father, he was a kind man who worked too hard on perfecting his experiments. Step-mother Celeste was an awful woman, horrid with taste and obviously naming her own children: Gertrude and Ethel. When Freya had first met the two, she’d wanted to laugh at the names, however she’d soon found out that making fun of her step family was far from okay. The first time she laughed, she got mild insults but as time went on and her new siblings found her to be… inferior, the insults grew worse. Finding real family and friends had been a real blessing.

“Your nature?” She looked at the other, curiosity in her own eyes, “I would agree with the negative bit… and a bit harsh on yourself maybe.” Freya shrugged her shoulders. She was also guilty of being harsh on herself- it was easy to tell others so, but to admit it to oneself was much more difficult than one would think. Freya didn’t know the other, but he hadn’t made a move against her so far and so she figured that he seemed okay, for the present.

“Sentiment.. feeling then, are unnecessary for life?” Freya silently scolded herself. Oh gods, she thought to herself, I sound like a Venus brat. “Don’t feelings kind of… dictate actions? Or at least most of the time.” She didn’t expect the other to change his mind, she didn’t think she had that power, rather she was more curious as to what Edmund had to say. For most of her life, fear had been the primary feeling she’d experienced. She feared her step family. But she tried not to let that hold her back now that she was free of those events in particular. Freya sighed and looked down the green grass and held held up two fingers and made something of a swirling motion at some of the plants, they sprouted more and little blossoms appeared on the ground and within several minutes, they began to grow red in color. When they were fully ripe and red, the daughter of Ceres knelt down and picked the several berries up and held two up to the other, “Strawberry?” she asked.

She bit into one of the strawberries thoughtfully, her brow furrowed as she considered Edmund’s words. “Well there’s nowhere else to go but up. Who knows what this place will end up being. There’s potential, don’t you think?” She shrugged her shoulders and continued eating the juicy strawberries.

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[Edmund Simons]

i'm t r a p p e d in this cage
that the world created

Disregarding age eight and onward, Edmund had had a fairly pleasant childhood. His mother and father were on great terms; he had a sister; he had a friend. Sure, school bullies and monsters, which, hey, couldn't they just be one and the same on some occasions? Once or twice, they really were. But c'mon. Kids could be horrible. Himself included.Teens were monsters too. Hormonal rage storms just interested in their image and ego... And then they grew up. Some turned their life around. Others stayed pretty much trash: bullies that never escaped a high school popularity contest mentality. He couldn't stand those people: arrogant jerks. Facade or not; not that he couldn't empathize slightly with facades. The mortal world was already filled with competitions, other idiots didn't need to make it worse. Besides, there were more important things than getting into a fight. Hypocritical much? Yeah, I am. If I wasn't there'd be a problem. Double talking to yourself? Your lack of human interaction may be getting to you.

"Yes." And there was the curiosity. He couldn't really blame her. His ways of thinking rarely paralleled others's. Easily a jaded pessimist in the extreme. He tried to consider what it would sound like to another person. Oh gods, you're trying for empathy? The world is ending. Shut up, I'm interested in their idiotic thought process so I can pick it apart. Think like... Think like Meg. She had a pretty normal world view, right? Okay, she had been eight, so a tad of bias, but that was besides the point. What would be sound like.... Probably like he hated himself. Harsh was a pretty good description, taken from another's point of view (and exactly the word that the girl had come up with). Not for himself though; what he was saying was true. What was that saying again? Everyone was their own worst critic: self perception and perception of others were usually different. There were things you could see about yourself that no one could and vise versa. "No. That's taking an objective view of myself."

He nodded in the affirmative. He raised his eyebrows slightly. "Not if you think things through rationally. Acting off of emotions gets people into trouble. You need to have time to cool down, consider, and remove yourself from the situation and look at it in the objective. Is your action prudent and the best course of action over all, or do you only think that way because of the irrational, emotional, heat of the moment?" He watched the vine grow out of the ground, his face not portraying anything. However, he did take the fascination with live givers. His eyes narrowed, in contrast with a head tilt of slight confusion as she offered him a strawberry. "No, I'm fine."
 
This girl and her optimism.... "No. It should stay here. As a warning and tribute to the idocracy of the camps."

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