He was hypnotized by her eyes for the longest time. He struggled to find the words to answer her question as he gazed into those blue pools. He could already tell she was far more intelligent than most had given her credit for. He was finally brought out of his prolonged hypnosis by the sound of Mr.Lewis telling them to leave the room.
So, as carefully as he could, he lifted the bust from the table and set it in his lap. Then he began to push the wheels of his chair until he had fully revealed his lower half to the woman. His legs, immobile, sat still in a freshly polished wheelchair that he had made himself as a birthday treat a few weeks ago. They were dressed in clean and pressed blue jeans and upon his feet a pair of white shoes.
Slowly but surely he began to scoot himself to the door and through it until the pair had exited into the empty hall. For awhile a silence stretched, his face still red as he turned to look anywhere but at her. Then he finally answered her question from earlier.
“...I don’t know who she is.”
So, as carefully as he could, he lifted the bust from the table and set it in his lap. Then he began to push the wheels of his chair until he had fully revealed his lower half to the woman. His legs, immobile, sat still in a freshly polished wheelchair that he had made himself as a birthday treat a few weeks ago. They were dressed in clean and pressed blue jeans and upon his feet a pair of white shoes.
Slowly but surely he began to scoot himself to the door and through it until the pair had exited into the empty hall. For awhile a silence stretched, his face still red as he turned to look anywhere but at her. Then he finally answered her question from earlier.
“...I don’t know who she is.”
Jonathan Burns wrote:
“...I don’t know who she is.”
''Whoever she is she's a beauty.'' A touch of scorn crosses her face and a lower voice almost to herself she says. ''I'd love to meet her if she goes here or lives on the island.'' With that and a final smile to you she walks away, or more of a sashay really leaving you alone free to wander around or prepare for your first lesson of the day that takes you up to break. Math, though there is little time by now to wander.
'Damn it!!' Niki cursed, then she thought about it. "Damn it." She said, out loud this time.
The girl rolled onto her back and stared into the sky, 'Picked a bad day to wear shorts.' she thought as pain ran through her whole body. She sat up and kept a hand on her stomach, her other went about dusting her clothes off and adjusting her hair. She also inspected her legs for any cuts or wounds.
As the aching subsided she slowly stood up, 'What the hell is going on?!' she thought.
The girl frowned as she walked into the campus, she'd need to find a bathroom to make sure she looked fine.
The girl rolled onto her back and stared into the sky, 'Picked a bad day to wear shorts.' she thought as pain ran through her whole body. She sat up and kept a hand on her stomach, her other went about dusting her clothes off and adjusting her hair. She also inspected her legs for any cuts or wounds.
As the aching subsided she slowly stood up, 'What the hell is going on?!' she thought.
The girl frowned as she walked into the campus, she'd need to find a bathroom to make sure she looked fine.
Nike wrote:
'Damn it!!
The girl frowned as she walked into the campus, she'd need to find a bathroom to make sure she looked fine.
The girl frowned as she walked into the campus, she'd need to find a bathroom to make sure she looked fine.
As you go towards the bathroom the closest one being in the design and technology block sending you past the metalworking hall, making you cross paths with a boy in a brand new and good looking wheelchair. As you do a flash of remembrance crosses your mind much like with Artemis but unlike her in the fact it was very clear.
There he was over a forge hammering away at something you were waiting eagerly for pacing back and forth, your wings twitching impatiently. At which point he shows it to you, a wreath but not like any other, this was gold and every piece was hammered together.
Dion would let his nose wrinkle at the over exuberant cheerleaders, although as they do their high kick, he is not above looking up their skirts. With a little bit of a bounce to his step, he climbs the stairs into courtyard.
After all he had no classes here, when everyone was buzzing to classes, talking to classmates and administration. He just found himself a comfortable spot underneath a large shade tree. After all anyone that needed something from him, knew were to find him. It was hardly a secret, even to the professors, after all everyone needs a little pick me up.
Tossing his small backpack into the grass, and using it to prop his head on, he would lay in the shade, seeming far to comfortable and calm for most college students. This was enhanced today, it just felt like he was on top of the world, even all these students seemed as if they were under him some how, as if they were simply mundane.
After all he had no classes here, when everyone was buzzing to classes, talking to classmates and administration. He just found himself a comfortable spot underneath a large shade tree. After all anyone that needed something from him, knew were to find him. It was hardly a secret, even to the professors, after all everyone needs a little pick me up.
Tossing his small backpack into the grass, and using it to prop his head on, he would lay in the shade, seeming far to comfortable and calm for most college students. This was enhanced today, it just felt like he was on top of the world, even all these students seemed as if they were under him some how, as if they were simply mundane.
"You..." Niki smiled. "I mean... Who are you?"
She looked down at the boy in the wheelchair, a flash of familiarity and admiration struck her. The memories left her confused but feelings she had lingered.
"Sorry, let me start over." she shook her head. "I'm Niki, have we met before?"
She looked down at the boy in the wheelchair, a flash of familiarity and admiration struck her. The memories left her confused but feelings she had lingered.
"Sorry, let me start over." she shook her head. "I'm Niki, have we met before?"
Dionysus wrote:
Tossing his small backpack into the grass, and using it to prop his head on, he would lay in the shade, seeming far to comfortable and calm for most college students. This was enhanced today, it just felt like he was on top of the world, even all these students seemed as if they were under him some how, as if they were simply mundane.
Not long after you sit down you notice the blonde haired beauty that is aphrodite pass by, once a customer she suddenly cut contact without explanation. Though now it made sense she was eating for two and she didn't want to get high for two, she did however flash you a smile and a wave as there had never been any bad blood she just didn't want to continue.
However as she flashes you a smile a thought goes through your mind about how she just isn't a customer, she's so much more. Eventually she comes up to you not really caring about classes and punctuality and takes a seat next you, carefully getting to the ground using your shoulder to steady herself.
''You look both extremely content and you had one of your roughest nights last night, I was there, but I didn't drink. I don't want an ugly baby.'' She had told you not long after her first party with you about her real self, having figured that you had seen her low, high, drunk and in the throws of ecstasy. to her there was no point being pepy and sweet in front of you, though she was still a nice person... just real.
Nike wrote:
"You..." Niki smiled. "I mean... Who are you?"
She looked down at the boy in the wheelchair, a flash of familiarity and admiration struck her. The memories left her confused but feelings she had lingered.
"Sorry, let me start over." she shook her head. "I'm Niki, have we met before?"
She looked down at the boy in the wheelchair, a flash of familiarity and admiration struck her. The memories left her confused but feelings she had lingered.
"Sorry, let me start over." she shook her head. "I'm Niki, have we met before?"
((Hephaestus can respond to this if he wants, you guys can talk to each other all you want and I'll provide the outside stuff and possible interruption))
He’d stared down that hallway for awhile. For now he knew the meaning of the fraze “hate to watch you go but love to watch you leave”
She had also proven that not everypart of his lower body was paralyzed.
However, when the other girl approached he was quite caught by suprise. In a rush he covered his problem with the bust and turned to adress her. Breifly, he found himself caught in a memory of holding a golden laurel out to her before finding himself back In reality.
“Sorry miss, Can’t say we have unless you’ve bought something I’ve made before.”
Breifly his gaze flitted to the floor where he caught site of her shoes.
“Nikes?”
He asked as if trying to avoid the subject of having met before.
She had also proven that not everypart of his lower body was paralyzed.
However, when the other girl approached he was quite caught by suprise. In a rush he covered his problem with the bust and turned to adress her. Breifly, he found himself caught in a memory of holding a golden laurel out to her before finding himself back In reality.
“Sorry miss, Can’t say we have unless you’ve bought something I’ve made before.”
Breifly his gaze flitted to the floor where he caught site of her shoes.
“Nikes?”
He asked as if trying to avoid the subject of having met before.
((I will give you that one! Completely slipped my mind!))
"Huh?" Niki frowned then she caught sight of her shoes and giggled. "Yeah, I am Niki wearing Nikes."
She smiled at the boy, he seemed... Nice and she could tell his mind was as sharp as a tack. Niki also vaguely felt like she owed him something, as if he had done something for her.
"I mean, I should make you call me Veronica or Victoria." She leaned in and gave him a conspiratorial wink. "But Victoria sucks in my opinion, more of a fancy charm. I prefer Veronica or Niki for short, not Nika that's just ridiculous." she paused. "So what's your name?"
'Am I rambling?' she asked herself as she waited for the boy to respond.
"Huh?" Niki frowned then she caught sight of her shoes and giggled. "Yeah, I am Niki wearing Nikes."
She smiled at the boy, he seemed... Nice and she could tell his mind was as sharp as a tack. Niki also vaguely felt like she owed him something, as if he had done something for her.
"I mean, I should make you call me Veronica or Victoria." She leaned in and gave him a conspiratorial wink. "But Victoria sucks in my opinion, more of a fancy charm. I prefer Veronica or Niki for short, not Nika that's just ridiculous." she paused. "So what's your name?"
'Am I rambling?' she asked herself as she waited for the boy to respond.
At this point you both begin to notice the halls filling up, much time had passed whether it was from being caught in memories longer than you thought or stopping to talk to people. You both realise that if you have any plans now would be a good time to execute them.
Noticing Aphrodite, he would offer her a large smile, and a lift of his chin in acknowledgment to her. Dion was hardly surprised when Hades told him about her pregnancy. Dion was hardly one to judge, and he was at least pleased it was not his, she had more will power then he did to give up his hedonistic lifestyle.
When she decides to come over and join him, he eagerly helps her down into the grass, making some room for her to join him. Then their flesh touched however he would have a random surge of memories, they caused his vision to blur a moment.
Blinking it away, he offers another smile and shakes his head. "Of course having an ugly child, would force you to change your ways." He says teasing her about her narcissism, another of their shared traits, nudging her arm with his elbow playfully. "Doesn't mean you can't say hello on occasion. You do have that wonderful glow of a mother to be." He says buttering her up with an unneeded compliment. "You should come out on Friday night, I will bring you some apple juice." He says in a teasing manner.
When she decides to come over and join him, he eagerly helps her down into the grass, making some room for her to join him. Then their flesh touched however he would have a random surge of memories, they caused his vision to blur a moment.
Blinking it away, he offers another smile and shakes his head. "Of course having an ugly child, would force you to change your ways." He says teasing her about her narcissism, another of their shared traits, nudging her arm with his elbow playfully. "Doesn't mean you can't say hello on occasion. You do have that wonderful glow of a mother to be." He says buttering her up with an unneeded compliment. "You should come out on Friday night, I will bring you some apple juice." He says in a teasing manner.
Dionysus wrote:
Blinking it away, he offers another smile and shakes his head. "Of course having an ugly child, would force you to change your ways." He says teasing her about her narcissism, another of their shared traits, nudging her arm with his elbow playfully. "Doesn't mean you can't say hello on occasion. You do have that wonderful glow of a mother to be." He says buttering her up with an unneeded compliment. "You should come out on Friday night, I will bring you some apple juice." He says in a teasing manner.
''Apple juice? Apple juice? Fuck off! And yes the thought of an ugly child would get me to change my ways, I have seen some ugly kids and it's like they are staring into your soul. It's disconcerting as all hell, my child will not be like that Dion.'' By now her voice and face had reached a comical level of seriousness, her eyes staring you dead. ''Imagine if you were to get with someone and god forbid you have a child with them, how would you feel if it was ugly?''
''Anyway onto a different subject because this is making me manic, have you heard about the new museum opening?'' She looked at you with a half smile, she always had a secret love for history.
“I’m Matthew miss, I’m the guy who makes all those pretty mirrors they put in the bathrooms. Ain’t got nothin else much to do after all. Not like I can go on a walk after all.”
He jokes as he motioned to his immobile legs that sat limply on the foot rest of the chair.
“It was nice talking to you miss but I’ve got to get to my classes. I’ve yet to be late to one and I’m not starting today.”
He told her as politely as he could. He then gave her a nod of acknowledgment and began to roll down the hall and out the exit. He seemed in a rush to get somewhere really fast.
He jokes as he motioned to his immobile legs that sat limply on the foot rest of the chair.
“It was nice talking to you miss but I’ve got to get to my classes. I’ve yet to be late to one and I’m not starting today.”
He told her as politely as he could. He then gave her a nod of acknowledgment and began to roll down the hall and out the exit. He seemed in a rush to get somewhere really fast.
Niki laughed politely at the joke, she admired him for that. He was trying to make the best of his disability and he was definitely succeeding. The bust he had and the mirrors were simply inspired pieces of craftsmanship.
"Sure no problem." Niki smiled. "Good work by the way."
As she watched him wheel away she frowned, it was the same foreign familiarity that she felt with Artemis. Shaking her head she decided to focus on what she had actually come to do. Breakfast was out of the question but she figured she would stop by the bathroom and make sure she looked fine, although no one had said anything she wanted to confirm.
"Sure no problem." Niki smiled. "Good work by the way."
As she watched him wheel away she frowned, it was the same foreign familiarity that she felt with Artemis. Shaking her head she decided to focus on what she had actually come to do. Breakfast was out of the question but she figured she would stop by the bathroom and make sure she looked fine, although no one had said anything she wanted to confirm.
[quote=Jonathan Burns
“It was nice talking to you miss but I’ve got to get to my classes. I’ve yet to be late to one and I’m not starting today.”
He told her as politely as he could. He then gave her a nod of acknowledgment and began to roll down the hall and out the exit. He seemed in a rush to get somewhere really fast.[/quote]
As you leave the design and technology block you note how there is a full light, instead of the partial light when you first came in to work on the bust. The grounds are busy as everyone fast walks to get to class for early prep, or those who have no suck obligations taking their time. To the diagonal left of you is the math block, across the massive courtyard.
“It was nice talking to you miss but I’ve got to get to my classes. I’ve yet to be late to one and I’m not starting today.”
He told her as politely as he could. He then gave her a nod of acknowledgment and began to roll down the hall and out the exit. He seemed in a rush to get somewhere really fast.[/quote]
As you leave the design and technology block you note how there is a full light, instead of the partial light when you first came in to work on the bust. The grounds are busy as everyone fast walks to get to class for early prep, or those who have no suck obligations taking their time. To the diagonal left of you is the math block, across the massive courtyard.
Nike wrote:
As she watched him wheel away she frowned, it was the same foreign familiarity that she felt with Artemis. Shaking her head she decided to focus on what she had actually come to do. Breakfast was out of the question but she figured she would stop by the bathroom and make sure she looked fine, although no one had said anything she wanted to confirm.
As you make your way to the bathroom looking in the mirror, you notice only a slight dusting of dirt across your top and a few hairs out of place nothing else of note. At which point the bathroom door opens and a few girls walk in though no one of note or certainly not enough of note for you. Though this does somehow remind you of your first class, Sports science.
Niki frowned and dusted off her sweatshirt, she also fixed her hair and gave the girls a side-eye. She didn't hate them she just wanted them to know who was on top.
Upon leaving the bathroom she made a beeline for the Sports Science class, being late wasn't something she liked to do so she walked fast. However she was cautious not to overdo it, her face-plant earlier was not something she wanted to repeat.
Sports Science wasn't something she directly enjoyed, but it would give her an edge in sports. Whether it would keep her from injury or give her an advantage in training, this class was extremely useful. She shook her thoughts out of her mind as she walked in taking a seat front and centre of the class. She took out her phone and inspected it for damage, figuring it was fine she then prepared to take notes.
Upon leaving the bathroom she made a beeline for the Sports Science class, being late wasn't something she liked to do so she walked fast. However she was cautious not to overdo it, her face-plant earlier was not something she wanted to repeat.
Sports Science wasn't something she directly enjoyed, but it would give her an edge in sports. Whether it would keep her from injury or give her an advantage in training, this class was extremely useful. She shook her thoughts out of her mind as she walked in taking a seat front and centre of the class. She took out her phone and inspected it for damage, figuring it was fine she then prepared to take notes.
Dion can't help but laugh at her reaction, shaking his head many times at how much it truly bothered her. "I would hope you would love it either way." He says with a smile, his words perhaps in a bit of a mocking or playful tone. "First you assume I don't already have one, and if I did it's unlikely I would know." He says this without a hint of shame.
"Museum? No I can't say that I have, those stuffy types are hardly more kinda folks." That coy little smile of his seeming to never fade. "Since you seem so interested, why don't you tell me about, what kind of museum is it?" He says with a monotone voice, acting as if he did not care, but smiled none the less and seemed to wait with some curiosity either way.
"Museum? No I can't say that I have, those stuffy types are hardly more kinda folks." That coy little smile of his seeming to never fade. "Since you seem so interested, why don't you tell me about, what kind of museum is it?" He says with a monotone voice, acting as if he did not care, but smiled none the less and seemed to wait with some curiosity either way.
Nike wrote:
Sports Science wasn't something she directly enjoyed, but it would give her an edge in sports. Whether it would keep her from injury or give her an advantage in training, this class was extremely useful. She shook her thoughts out of her mind as she walked in taking a seat front and centre of the class. She took out her phone and inspected it for damage, figuring it was fine she then prepared to take notes.
As you prepare to take notes the class is half filled and Mr. halbeard comes in, a former drill sergeant in the marines he is both your sports science and most outside sport classes teacher
As a sports major your lessons are split into different activities, ball sports (basketball, tennis, football etc), gym (treadmill, weights etc), wellbeing (cardio, yoga etc), the miscellaneous outside activities (Track, cross country, the occasional archery, wall climbing and other things they can think of) and sports science.
As the teacher comes in muscled, tall, no fat and with a terminally grim face, he meets eyes with you and in his arms you notice the test paper from last week. You think you see a hint of a smile on his face before he gives you yours, full marks. But that's new, he makes it so that the max you can get is 90% by putting questions of things you haven't studied. He also says ''see me after class.''