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       annabelle rolled her eyes playfully as a smile grew on her lips “  what else do i need in life right ?? ”  she replied. “  i wish, apparently this only happens when i’m scared ”  the brunette chuckled with a soft shrug.

“ ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, babe, “ she said, laughing to herself. she took a drink of the water, chugging about half of it in only a few seconds ― an awful habit from her high school years. “ whoa, whoa, whoa ! me dropping water bottles on the ground and banging into chairs scared you ? I LOVE THAT ! “

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          though she’s initially surprised by the other’s touch, solange can’t help but welcome the gesture, appreciating that someone other than her siblings would go out of their way to comfort her. ‘ i just don’t get how this could’ve happened, you know ? not to sound like captain obvious, but you don’t send out your own son, a daughter of athena and a daughter of hermes and expect only two to come back, ’ she sighs, getting back up, her hands firmly holding onto the various broken pieces of her plate. ‘ i just think dex’s sword being returned is getting to me. it’s one thing not to see him return, it’s a whole other thing to have his bloodied sword returned. ’

her reaction to the entire situation probably said a lot about her, elle mused, half-listening to the other as she speaks. still, despite their ‘ captain obvious ‘ comment, she does, actually, almost say: WELL, OBVIOUSLY. but, also, elle’s a bit of a dick. she’s come to accept this. “ it’s all very sad, yes, “ the daughter of poseidon says, sounding insincere even to herself. “ there isn’t really point to be about dropping plates, though, just saying, again. it won’t help identify why it was put there. or, the more interesting question, who put it there ? ANY GUESSES ? “ a painfully obvious aversion.

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mae:

even if she said it was fine, mae felt like it wasn’t really fine. she was tense, and the daughter of hades could so obviously feel it. “i told you, i’m still practicing… i don’t know what i’m doing, but i’ll try.” she sighed, frown visible on her face. “you’re not… mad at me, are you?” 

elle let out a long sigh. “ there’s a book out there, or SOMETHING, probably, “ she says, sounding so terribly annoyed. she’s trying her very best to not be an awful person about this, but it’s hard work for the daughter of poseidon. “ no, i just love being snuck up, obviously, will you LAY OFF IT ? “

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hi hi hi, i have three first names but you can just call me emily, i am fifteen but not physically or mentally, and yesterday i got fouled so hard during my soccer game i got turf in my mouth ! i have an evil twin named izzy ( i call her belle ), go on a run every day, and last week on my way home i started freaking out so hard my friend got someone i don’t even know to call me an uber that i refused to get in for two blocks. there’s nothing else to really say besides in this year i’ve ruined three pairs of white converse. FIND HER PINTEREST HERE.

but now to who you’re here for: elle ! the tsunami of the family. check under the cut for a short bio & some wanted connections.

( maisie williams, 18, she/her ) - That’s ELEANOR LOWELL, I hear that the CLAIMED DAUGHTER of POSEIDON has been here for FOUR years! I also hear that they’re DEXTEROUS & JUBILANT, but that they’re also FACETIOUS & OBSTREPEROUS!

tw: alcohol ment, monster ment, 

the heiress to a hotel fortune she never wanted, elle grew up as the only child of a businesswoman and a politician. her step-dad knew she wasn’t his, but they all pretended anyway. getting a divorce wasn’t exactly good for votes.

she grew up loved. her mother was busy, but always delegated when she could to spend time with her baby. she’d always bring them to the beaches near their house, insist it was important that elle grow up well-acquainted with water. she told her daughter stories about her childhood, how she used to live by the ocean, how she missed it every day when she went to college, how she met her father there. (father was for poseidon, she learned early. dad was for howard.)

she was a firecracker of a child, always running headfirst into things and getting into messes. her mother used to call her a tsunami, playful and teasing. elle took it to heart. by the time she was ten she already had been to the er twice, expelled from school, and been almost lured into an alley by a very manipulative half-snake man.

her parents didn’t control her, though, and part of her thinks it’s because they just didn’t know how — or, couldn’t, rather. still, it was hard to really connect with them, because the older she got the more she was aware of the empire she was born into. how she was, one day, supposed to give in and take on as the ceo & abandon the life she’s made for herself.

she tried not to dwell on it, but partly it gave her another excuse to act out. if this was her only time to live, she might as well do just that. elle drew attention to herself like bees to honey. she got written up dozens of times. graffiti, underage drinking, trespassing. her parents always got her out of it.

elle made friends everywhere, but not the kind she should. from the rich kids of miami she was raised around to the rebels of her school, she collected people at all times, brought them together.

the only constant in her life, from her childhood to her being officially grown, was her love of the ocean. she knew that somewhere, she could fall back into the sea, and she wouldn’t be alone. it protected her. who needed self-control when you have 3/4′s of the world in your hands?

when she was fourteen, the monsters got to be too much. she almost died at the hands of scythian dracaena. her parents drive her to a place that she’s not feeling to partial too. a place of people like her, they say. there are no people like me, she tells them.

her mother cries when they drop her off, but elle doesn’t feel too sad herself. it’s just another adventure to be had, another place for her to find her people — the ones made of fire — and find more trouble. 

wanted connections:

best friend ! someone to accompany her in all her bad ideas, or rather remind her that they’re bad ideas.

enemies ! she’s the kind of girl that draws all kinds of people, including enemies. it’s no surprise that her belligerent leanings would attract some enemies.

exes ! she’s the type who will throw herself into all kinds of things and people, and ashamedly has a string of exes. ( she’s bi ! )

familial ! any family connections, if i don’t message you first, please message me and i’d love to work something out.

anything else ! i love to work out ideas & brainstorm, so if you’re just interested in elle or have a wanted connection needing to be filled or got a random idea from her bio or none of the above, message me and we can work something out !

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mae:

the way the girl reacted made her jump too, not having been expecting to scare someone with her terrible shadow traveling skills in the first place. “uh… sometimes?” she answered, suddenly back to being her quiet self. “i’m sorry- i’m… i’m still practicing. i didn’t mean to do that.”

elle thinks of her own powers, of feeling like the monster growing inside her was going to swallow her whole, and feels almost bashful. she raises her hand to rub her temple, turning to the other. “ it’s FINE,  “ she says, voice unbelievably tense, “ it’s whatever. can’t you, just, fucking, like, watch where you’re appearing ? “

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anna:

         annabelle foud the other’s movements amusing as she finally sat down next to her, her words making the brunette shake her head with a chuckle “  how nice of you to point that out dear eleanor, i will let my teatcher know of your kind words ”  she replied sarcastically.

she dropped her items to the table unharmoniously, working on opening the lid of her water bottle ( and failing, and trying again ) as she spoke. “ oh, it’s what i’m here for. to encourage you in all your endeavors, always PROVING LOVING SUPPORT. “ maybe a bit too thick, but she had an awful lot of glee in saying it. “ flower’s, though, man. you ever, like, break concrete trying to bring a DAISY OR WHATEVER ? “

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elle takes the news with her an unnerving calm. had she been someone who, ahem, cared a bit more about the sake of others, she thinks she’d come out of this angry. but it’s just not the case. when she hears the plate drop & turns to see solange, her first thought is: WELL, THAT’S AN OVERREACTION. steadfast though, and fueled by her mother’s kindness, she moves to stand beside her, lightly placing her hand upon her arm, hoping it won’t make the other ‘ freak out. ‘ “ i guess we’re soon to find out, yeah ? “ she says, raising an eyebrow. “ it’s fine though. it’ll be fine. no need to drop plates ― like, YOU didn’t die. “

          chiron’s voice continues to echo ominously as his announcement comes to an end, the rest of camp half-blood uncharacteristically silent ( for the first time, as far as solange is concerned ). for an instant, everything remains quiet, before the silence is broken by the deafening sound of a plate crashing against the floor of the dining pavilion. it takes solange a full minute to look down and realise she’s the one whose plate has slipped through her fingers, her mind still wrestling with what chiron just revealed and with the sheer severity of the situation. she stares down at the broken porcelain for what seems like an eternity, before sinking to the ground, hands reaching for each piece individually. ‘ what — ’ she begins, unsure how to phrase how absolutely lost she’s feeling, ‘ what happened ? ’

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she upturned her nose at the miss, crossing her arms as she continued her stride to stand beside the other, loudly stepping with NO REAL CARE. “ maybe you should learn to focus better, then, “ elle said, but it wasn’t pretention in her tone, merely amused commenting.  “ THE THING IS, though, if i did warn you, wouldn’t my voice have scared you just as easily ? “

“holy sh-” dean cut himself off, shooting an arrow and missing after something made him jump. or what he deemed missing, being slightly off from a bullseye. he turned around to look at the source of the noise, sighing at the sight he saw. “i appreciate the company and all, but that twig snapped so loud and ruined my perfect streak. warn a dude next time, please?” 

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“ jesus FUCKIN’ christ, “ elle said. she wasn’t the type to jump when surprised — rather, her whole body tensed up, as if waiting for SOME SORT OF ATTACK. when she head a voice, rather inconspicuously human, she relaxed, but not fully. “ does it often lead to you scaring the LIVING BEJEEZUS out of strangers ? or is this a special occasion. “

mae sat on one of the seats surrounding the arena after appearing out of nowhere, holding her head between her hands. “fucking hell, this isn’t- gods’ sake.” she sighed. “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” mae spoke to the person she apparently had appeared right next to. “just a shadow traveling mishap… again.”

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eleanor daphne lowell : moodboard.

↳           you are not              the mistakes              you have made

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graceful as ever, eleanor climbed over tables and chairs, TRIPPING & GETTING HER LEGS CAUGHT ON FURNITURE, carrying a bowl of strawberries in one hand and two water bottles ( which she kept dropping ) in the other. she was almost out of breath when she sat down next down to annabelle, laughing to herself at the exhibit. “ oh, “ she said, still giggling, “ so i see the power control’s going really well, then ? my CONDOLENCES ―  ah, congratulations, i mean ― to your teacher. “

       annabelle focused on the table in front of her, her hands slightly extended over it as she focused on making a little rose form in front of her. she was merely entertaining herself when a small sound of something falling made her jump and instinctively the rose grew so much it went through the table “  merda ”  she mumbled under her breath hoping no one had noticed her mess.

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though she admittedly finds such an attitude usually relentlessly annoying ( much akin to herself ), elle has a bit of trouble getting irritated at olivia’s contagious smile. “ oh, it’s SURE GREAT, “ she said, the sarcasm lacing ever word combatting her badly contained grin.  “ well how can i say no to such a nice request, weirdo ? but, well. i never say no to a MISadventure. “ the daughter of poseidon crosses her arms over a faded graphic tee, tilting her head to the side mischievously.

“Isn’t just a wonderful day?” Olivia asked no one in particular, a wide smile spreading across her face as she took a step forward- into the center of the courtyard. “One might even say that it’s a perfect day for an adventure,” she laughed, pausing to spin in a circle before coming face to face with her companion. “So? What do you say? Will you go on an adventure with me?” she asked, arching her eyebrow as she took a few springy steps forwards them, a wide smile still plastered across her face. 

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Friedrich Nietzsche

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