Post by Maddie Bella Jean on May 13, 2012 21:57:11 GMT -5
Maddie walked into her cabin, tucking a reddish-brown strand of hair behind her ear. She had made two swords this week. Sure she hadn't spent all day every day on them, but they where her best creations. By far. The first one had a hilt that was incased in leather, then had a ring of metal around the top and bottom, then there where Greek runes pressed into the leather around the center. It may not sound like much, but it was beautiful. The second one was all class. A metal hilt with a ring of rubies around the top and bottom. It was flashy, so not Maddie's style, but still gorgeous.
Maddie's own sword was a simple, yet effective one. It was the very first one she had made. It was three feet long with a simple wooden hilt incased in leather. The very sword was strapped to her side, as she never left without it. Not that she needed it, persay, but it held sentimental value, so it encouraged her to go on and on with the work -- not that she wouldn't go on with it, anyway.
Even with only two projects, it had been a hard week. She had extra Pegasus Training classes, so she had a ton of work, then Maddie had had a Forges explosion (Greek fire and vinegar: very, very bad when mixed) and had to clear everyone out. Thankfully, no one had gotten hurt. But a Aphrodite girl that was looking for a weapon that day threatened to sue because her hair had gotten singed. What a freak.
Maddie yawned, looking down at her dirty, ripped jeans and her plaid top, open to her greasy red cammie. She had never cared about how she looked. Growing up with her brothers had beaten the need for cleanliness out of her, as well as her fashion sense. Now she was just a girl, with a long for love in the back of her mind, an skill at fixing things and horseback riding. It was her. She didn't have a great sense of humor, but a rough one. She didn't have a care in the world, except a small longing for romance.
The Legacy sat down in her chair, then almost jumped out of it. A slick sound like a rock scraping brick sounded, causing Maddie to look up at the source of the noise. A bucket full of -- was that barbeque sauce? was trying to tip over. On closer examination, she saw that there was tube connected to a tough, rubber balloon under the leg of her chair. When she sat down, the weight had pushed the air out of the balloon and up into the tube, that had pused a steel plate ballenced ever-so-delicately on the side of the bucket, making it stand straight and not tipping. But when the air puffed it, it was just enough to slide the steel into the bucket, therefore making the buckets weight lopsided, so it should have tipped.
But the thing that went wrong was the ropes attaching the bucket to the ceiling where disproportionate, therefore it could only tip enough to make an apperance. The idea was ingenious, really. But Maddie would never admit that to the person who had made this prank, the person that she knew very, very well.
''Finn,'' the female said, her voice loud enough for anyone in the room to hear, even if they where hiding the closet. Hint, hint. ''It didn't work.'' She only knew who it was from Finn's endless attempts to prank her as a tests for when he really does it. Maddie didn't really mind, though. Her brothers had done the same to her, but not as a test. They where just out to smite her. In a brotherly, I-Love-You-Sis way, of course.
She had always liked Finn. She had had a crush on him since she met him, no matter how much she tried to deny it. Her longing for love had outruled her sexist nature. The only one she was fooling by denying it was herself, as anyone who found out would notice her slight change in demaner when he arrived, but not everyone who saw them together would notice.
Maddie just hoped that Finn didn't notice.
Maddie's own sword was a simple, yet effective one. It was the very first one she had made. It was three feet long with a simple wooden hilt incased in leather. The very sword was strapped to her side, as she never left without it. Not that she needed it, persay, but it held sentimental value, so it encouraged her to go on and on with the work -- not that she wouldn't go on with it, anyway.
Even with only two projects, it had been a hard week. She had extra Pegasus Training classes, so she had a ton of work, then Maddie had had a Forges explosion (Greek fire and vinegar: very, very bad when mixed) and had to clear everyone out. Thankfully, no one had gotten hurt. But a Aphrodite girl that was looking for a weapon that day threatened to sue because her hair had gotten singed. What a freak.
Maddie yawned, looking down at her dirty, ripped jeans and her plaid top, open to her greasy red cammie. She had never cared about how she looked. Growing up with her brothers had beaten the need for cleanliness out of her, as well as her fashion sense. Now she was just a girl, with a long for love in the back of her mind, an skill at fixing things and horseback riding. It was her. She didn't have a great sense of humor, but a rough one. She didn't have a care in the world, except a small longing for romance.
The Legacy sat down in her chair, then almost jumped out of it. A slick sound like a rock scraping brick sounded, causing Maddie to look up at the source of the noise. A bucket full of -- was that barbeque sauce? was trying to tip over. On closer examination, she saw that there was tube connected to a tough, rubber balloon under the leg of her chair. When she sat down, the weight had pushed the air out of the balloon and up into the tube, that had pused a steel plate ballenced ever-so-delicately on the side of the bucket, making it stand straight and not tipping. But when the air puffed it, it was just enough to slide the steel into the bucket, therefore making the buckets weight lopsided, so it should have tipped.
But the thing that went wrong was the ropes attaching the bucket to the ceiling where disproportionate, therefore it could only tip enough to make an apperance. The idea was ingenious, really. But Maddie would never admit that to the person who had made this prank, the person that she knew very, very well.
''Finn,'' the female said, her voice loud enough for anyone in the room to hear, even if they where hiding the closet. Hint, hint. ''It didn't work.'' She only knew who it was from Finn's endless attempts to prank her as a tests for when he really does it. Maddie didn't really mind, though. Her brothers had done the same to her, but not as a test. They where just out to smite her. In a brotherly, I-Love-You-Sis way, of course.
She had always liked Finn. She had had a crush on him since she met him, no matter how much she tried to deny it. Her longing for love had outruled her sexist nature. The only one she was fooling by denying it was herself, as anyone who found out would notice her slight change in demaner when he arrived, but not everyone who saw them together would notice.
Maddie just hoped that Finn didn't notice.