In Trouble... Again [Jonathan/Heather]

[Heather Landon]

“…and I’m afraid, child, that if you keep on making trouble here, we’ll have to take more drastic measures than just washing the dishes.” Chiron looked down to where Heather was sitting, restlessly flipping a polished golden disc over and over again.

“Is that all,” she growled irritably, “or do you want to make some more threats at me?”

The old centaur sighed audibly, and said, “You may go.”

With one lightning-quick, fluid movement, the teenage half-blood had tucked her plaything in her pocket and was out the door, closing it swiftly but quietly behind her. It may have been extremely rude and disrespectful, but at that point her mindset was balanced on thoughts akin to ‘who cares?—not me.’

No one, not even the camp director, could get an ounce of respect from Heather unless she chose to give it. And in that current minute, when she was about ready to burst with annoyance, she wouldn’t have given it for the world. Despite her anger, though, she did not ‘storm out,’ like most people would have done.

Heather never stormed.

However, she did stomp up the hill that led to Thalia’s Pine and glare at the Big House from where she now sat nursing her grudges. It hadn’t been her freakin’ fault that everyone had decided to be purposely unfair today, or that her powers had decided to act of their own accord. If the centaur chap wanted her to stop them, then he could very well go to Hades.

Life wasn’t fair. Nothing was fair. Why did she have to be the daughter of the goddess of justice? At least—that was the proper term for her mom. Most people just called her the goddess of revenge, and Heather was fine with that too. It certainly did look a lot like revenge when her dad died without cause. Not that she minded that either.

A little sigh escaped from her lips as the bitter demi-god leaned back against the rough bark of the tree and wished herself a million miles away.

Words: 337
Muse: Okay.
Notes: Hiya.

[Jonathan Sanders]

It was quiet outside... mostly. In the distance, voices could be heard. Hermes kids playing pranks, Athena children with some really annoying argument where they both "made excellent points, however..," and a couple of the Aries boys were wrestling on the grass because one of them stole the other's Aphrodite girlfriend. Jonathan shook his head. Everything near him was quiet, organized, and peaceful. He hated it.

Then again, he wasn't too fond of people either, so anywhere he went, it was dreadful. The camp area and the cabins were far too crowded, but outside was simply too peaceful. It took all he could to prevent himself from starting some chaotic event. He pulled a golden apple, a gift from his mother, from his jacket pocket and tossed it up in the air. He had yet to use it since he had been claimed, but whatever he did, it was going to be amazing. The apple was going to be put to good use for something great. Not a small camp prank.

There was a small noise beneath the tree he was sitting in and he glanced down to see a dark-haired girl. She seemed rather annoyed with something. The negative aura was slightly pleasant in contrast to the calmness of the environment around him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before glancing back down at the girl. She was another girl from his cabin. The one of the "minor" gods and goddesses. "I see you've had a bad day," he muttered, leaning a bit to his left so that the other girl could see him.

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[Heather Landon]

“I see you’ve had a bad day…” A boy’s voice suddenly sounded from over Heather’s head, and she looked up in half-anger, half-surprise to see a dark-haired half-blood sitting in the tree above her. What in Tartarus was the other camper doing in Thalia’s Pine? It was crazy enough to climb trees without a demi-nymph’s permission, as the girl had found out soon enough, but to climb the tree that was sacred to the memory of one of Zeus’s daughters…?

He was either completely crazy, extremely indifferent, or just very, very brave; perhaps a mix of all three. At any rate, it wasn’t for her to judge; at least, not yet. Squinting a little in the bright light of the sun’s rays that were filtering through the tree’s branches, Heather replied severely, “So what’s it to you?” It was true; the day had been extremely tiresome, but that just made her want to get away from everything and everyone, maybe go watch the high waves that regularly pummeled one of her favorite spots on the beach?

For the millionth time, she wished that the magical weather boundary-things around the Camp had never existed. Sure, it probably saved thousands of dollars of storm damage repair, hurricane damage repair, and flooding damage repair, and of course the nice weather was good for lots of random things… but there was really something wrong when a place never got the slightest little thunder and lightning.

Another angry “pfft” escaped her mouth as Heather looked again at the boy sitting in the tree, narrowing her eyes in something like a glare.

Words: 266
Muse: Ish. At least it’s not dead.
Notes: BTW, Heather is unclaimed, so she would be in the Hermes cabin. (; Don’t bother editing your post, though, because it’s completely fine.

[Jonathan Sanders]

A dark, crooked smile crossed Jonathan's face. Just as he had expected, the girl was having a bad day. It pleased him, knowing that not everything in this camp was perfectly straight. He allowed his messy hair to fall into his face before straightening himself against the tree again and out of her view. The fact that he was flaring at him only made him want to laugh out of entertainment.

"It's nothing to me. Mere curiosity, I suppose, as to why the air around you seems so tense. So... mischievous." He couldn't hold it in anymore, and a small, low chuckle escaped his lungs. He moved to see the girl again, now curious as to who her parent might be. When a Hermes child caused mischief, he... or she... was always smiling about it, despite the consequences. Perhaps she was a sibling of his, but he doubted it since he could have cared less about getting caught.

Jonathan noticed that the girl was glaring at him and he chuckled again. "Your attitude is very interesting, to say the least. However, being angry at me isn't going to fix anything."