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CLEO.

he  knew  she  was  there.                       aleksander  cleo  made  it  a  point  to  know  everything.  life  was  a  clock     &   he  had  eyes  on  every  fucking  gear     &  dial,  watching  them  work  in  unison  if  only  to  educate  him  on  something  as  useless  as  time.  

                       he  kept  his  distance.                                  allowed  her  a  chance  to  get  the  flow  of  things;      a  chance  not  smartly  ignored  seeing  as  he,  himself,  still  seemed  to  be  struggling.  who  would  have  thought  that  the  boy  with  the  penchant  for  crime     &     selfish  acts  would  find  himself  eating  dinner  in  a  bright  orange  camp  t-shirt.

what  he  wouldn’t  give  to  wear  black.  maybe  he  was  jealous.

                                                               but  above  everything  else,  he  was  turning  blue.  silly  boy  forgot  to  breathe,  lost  in  the  sight  of  his  old  friend     &     how  she  longer  wore  her  hair  in  long,  tugable  braids.  she  looked  just  like  she  had  in  his  nightmares.  just  as  lost.  just  as  empty.  only  this  time  she  held  a  tater  tot  instead  of  a  gambling  chip.

everything  in  him  recoiled     &    for  a  short  second  he  thought  maybe,  just  maybe,  he  hadn’t  kept  his  distance  for  her.  maybe  he  just  wasn’t  ready  to  finish  what  he’d  started.  maybe  he  liked  being  angry  too  much  for  his  own  good.  

            ❛    don’t  do  it.  you  know  how  much  i  hate  running.   ❜                                    don’t  leave,  he  thought  desperately,            showing  no  signs  of  emotion  save  for  a single  arch  of  his  brow.

SUMMER.

there would be a list of things she’d wish she said five hours from now. wishes of death, questions about abandonment. THEN she would have thrown the frozen tot at his head, hoping for it to inflict a serious concussion.

                                                 none of that happened.

chill slowly consumed the air. a layer of ice  s t r e t c h e d  beyond her fingertips, the table was consumed by the frost exuding from her. summer’s eyes radiated the heat of arizona at high noon.

                   he didn’t look the same.

                                                neither did she.

his full cheeks were now defined, bordering on hollow. both pairs of eyes were far more haunted than they once were. ALEKSANDER. each syllable burned, crawling up her arms, down her spine. she couldn’t say his name– it hurt too much. flashes of the hades’ horrors began blurring with reality, his face was becoming consumed by past delusions. summer broke the gaze before it killed her. energy was draining from her, the newfound sight of him had caused paralysis to set in. the brunette’s head hung low as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force away the returning visions. two fingers began to tap rhythmically on her free hand, itching for the knife she typically kept on her belt.  

why had aleksander left her   ?    why didn’t he care like she did    ?

❛     i don’t run– that’s your specialty .    ❜ .

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KATERINA.

                                     ❛    what  can  i  say     ?      made  it  myself. 

                .  .  .  KATERINA.   welcome.     ❜

SUMMER.

                                      ❛    summer.                                                                                                                 ------------ W A I T.                         what makes you think i’m new here?  ❜

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KATERINA.

                 ❛    how  ‘bout  i  show  ya  the  one  i  stabbed                                  my  right  eye  out  with     ?            it’s  a  lot  nicer. 

                                                                                   silver.    ❜

SUMMER.

                                       ❛     the prosthetic you got looks amazing. bet the eye-patch looked great and all, but that and goggles is a bit of an overkill.   ❜

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KATERINA.

❛     down  the  woods,  take  a  left.                                  they  got  fancy  forks  too.                                                        never  know  which  one  to  use.     ❜

SUMMER.

                                        ❛     so you’ve taken it.                        mind coming along ?             you can show me which is the right fork to ravage my jugular with.    ❜

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GRACE.

“ mm, they never really seem to teach manners anywhere, for that matter.  i used to be in a ‘ little miss manners ’ class when i was young  -  i mean, fat lotta good that did me, but maybe we need to reboot it here. ”

SUMMER.

                                                     her nose curled at the idea.           ❛     were you as bored as i can imagine someone only learning how to be a lady was ?    ❜

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ESTHER.

“ — AYE, the ares kids are a bit much when you first get to know ‘em. they mean well, though. apparently. ”

SUMMER.

              ❛     everyone keeps talking about what other people’s cabins are like fucking horoscopes.             are ares’ kids the SCORPIOS of the world, and i’m just blind?    ❜

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                             ❛     manners--- clearly the only thing they aren’t teaching here .    ❜

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she only wore black and white now. color was void from her wardrobe and her demeanor, a stoic walk taking hold of her as she entered the dining pavilion. these grounds were foreign, strangers flanking on all sides. every nerve-end was buzzing, her senses screaming DANGER! flee back to comfort. anxiety kept her heart pounding, but she wouldn’t dare show it. the girl merely made her way to the back of the grounds, her back to the nearest tree as she held a tray of food. no one was going to catch her off guard.

                                             not again.

a booming voice loomed over her, barking that she was at the wrong table. go sit with the other underworldlings.              ❛     fuck off, pal— i’m moving.    ❜           summer grabbed her tray and scowled before heading towards the table she was directed to, a slim silhouette already sitting there by his lonesome. the brunette tossed her tray atop the table, blatantly off-put by the encounter seconds prior. she sat down with a huff and picked up a tater-tot, eyes flicking up to see who she would be spending the next few hundred meals with.

the tater-tot froze between summer’s fingers as her world crashed around her.

@aluhks

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greek gods as onion article headlines

cronus: God Admits He's Addicted To Babies

zeus: I Fucked My Way Into This Mess, And I'll Fuck My Way Out

hera: Area Woman Not Listened To Again

ares: Why Must The Media Call My Ritual Killings 'Senseless'?

aphrodite: Sometimes I Feel Like I'm The Only One Who Gives A Shit About Rich, Lustrous Hair

hephaestus: Neighbor's House Fire Kind Of Beautiful, Actually

hestia: Beautiful Cinnamon Roll Too Good For This World, Too Pure

hermes: Behold The Magic Flying Man

apollo: Oh, God, Area Man Making His Move

artemis: God The Bounty Hunter

demeter: You Want To See Some Goddamn Optimism?

persephone: Teenage Girl Blossoming Into Beautiful Object

hades: Admit It, I Scare The Ever-Loving Shit Out Of You, Don't I?

dionysus: Man Does Good Job Getting Drunk

poseidon: God Admits He Rarely Forgives

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(ZOEY DEUTCH, FEMALE, SHE/HER) —— oh, look! it’s our favorite camper, SUMMER DEVERAUX. their file says they are TWENTY years old and reside in the HADES cabin. i hear they’re actually TACTFUL and LOYAL, but they can get kinda CONNIVING and LOST. rumor has it THEY WERE KIDNAPPED AND PUT IN THE LOTUS HOTEL FOR 20 YEARS BY HADES. but hey, what do you expect? it’s in their blood.

biography;;

let me first start off by saying she’s 40 years old, but she has no real grasp of how old she is. she was put into the lotus hotel when she was 10 or so and didn’t leave for twenty years. hades dipped her into the (memory) river and she has no recollection of her childhood before the hotel. she only started aging ten years ago when hades ripped her from the only home she remembered and dragged her to the underworld to train. she appears to be twenty now, youthful features now hardened by age and trauma. being ripped from your home and the only person you remember loving will do that you.

enter aleksander cleo, a chubby ten year old boy who stole money and hearts. well--- one heart. he was the one constant in a world of uncertainty. where time blurred into decades and people were nothing more than background characters, he was all she could focus on. twenty years together passed by in what felt like just a few weeks. one would have difficulty understanding how you can bond with someone so severely in a scenario like that. they wouldn’t be alone. summer doesn’t understand how she invested so much into a person when they were just kids. it still perplexes her, even as their memories together are drenched in horror. what she knows is that the love she had for him surpassed her body----- and he abandoned her. at least, according to hades.

the lotus hotel brought out a gluttonous, addictive nature in everyone that stepped through its doors. when hades threw them in there, he was counting on the pair becoming transfixed on the CASINO, not each other. while they obsessed over mastering the art of thievery, the ravenous nature of the hotel embedded itself into their connection. gambling never interested her as much as aleksander did. while she tries to write off their connection as workings of the hotel, her inability to let go proves it was more than the hotel’s affects. it always was.

then hades stole her.

stripped her from all she knew.

and told her aleksander abandoned her.

and tortured her every time his name hit her lips. he was doing it for her benefit, he told her. she was destined to be a warrior, summer needed to let go of the people who stunted her growth. she needed to see that aleksander was nothing but a monster meant to harm her. summer has spent the last decade training almost daily, letting hades weaponize her to his liking. while power exudes from her now, she’s also got a boatload of ~~trauma~~

hades’ disdain for his son was evident as he turned her against him. he plagued her thoughts with severe hallucinations each time she thought of him. her best days are now clouded by horrific visions of her worst fears. his name on her tongue now tastes like the memory of shattered bones.

her laugh is no longer summer’s. aleksander will be one who remembers it as childlike, full, bold. that’s gone now. it’s dialed back now, caution tape suffocating it. her spirit is far from what it used to be. she tries to reach back to that person she once was, but a body that’s absent of love also has a difficult time holding joy. the pure memories she had are corroded now--- no funny joke will undo that.

she is colder now, calculated. making her she is on the opposing side of the pain. handle her carefully, as you would a dagger. her loyalty still burns fiercely, but it’s getting past those iron gates of hell around her heart that proves rather difficult. she’s starved for human connection and she doesn’t realize it. all she knows is that love is pain now.

also she doesn’t know aleksander is her half-brother yet lolol.

slightly less traumatizing fun facts, she sleeps like a log and has had v intense dreams since she was a kid. she also has no experience with modern culture. she went straight from the casino to the underworld, and is now in the camp. her music taste is stuck in the late 70′s and early 80′s. technology and any pop culture references will also be around this era.

abilities;;

shadow travel---- but she’s not too aware of this yet. aka, she can travel via the shadows. she tried learning this one and, fearing she would escape, hades told her the ability would kill her if she tried it again.

hypnokinesis---- she can travel into one’s dreams and manipulate them. she also uses this to steal shit from people. well, technically. it’s not stealing if she goes into your dreams and gives you the idea to give said item to her. it will totally hold up in court, fight her on it.

cryokinesis----- when summer experiences severe anger, the world turns cold. shit ices over; hell could freeze over if you get her angry enough.

necromancy----- i dont need to explain this one. we all know what it means to have control over the dead. it’s bad ass, hauntingly beautiful, and a little smelly.

connections;;

a fucking gal pal. she’s forgotten what it feels like to be a girl. i want someone who will take summer and remind her how much she loves the femme life. fill summer’s silences with some cheap gossip, fashion magazines and deal with her bitter and stoic ass. be gentle though, she hasn’t done the whole modern world thing in like 30 some odd years.

a buddy who can take a punch. she’s been training down in the underworld for a decade and the last thing she needs is to get rusty. someone fight her so she can maintain her physical combat and also beat the hell out of someone when she’s sad and needs to not. this person also needs to be able to take emotional abuse, thanks.

an enticing heathen. remind her what it feels like to be rebellious, please. bring out the sticky fingers again, get into trouble. be a general miscreant. she may not warm to the idea immediately, be patient with her.