All the Best People are Mad {Open}

[lola]

Lola had finally managed to escape that annoying asylum. Who did those so-called doctors think they were? Telling her that she couldn’t cut others… telling her she couldn’t cut HERSELF even. Huh, they were mad. She licked her lips, tasting their blood. It was nice. Salty. They had thought they were safe because she was wrapped up in their blasted straight jacket and had no weapons. Didn’t they know who she was? Didn’t they know she was a daughter of Athena, goddess of war and strategy!? Pathetic creatures that they were they had thought she couldn’t hurt them without her arms. She had showed them, she had showed them well. She staggered along now, she was tired and hadn’t eaten in two days, but that wouldn’t slow her down much. In the distance she could hear the cars of a highway, but she knew that they couldn’t see her, and if someone DID see her… well… She would be quite happy to silence them… for good.

“Hey you! You can’t be here! This is private property!” She turned and smirked. An old man… with an axe… and he was challenging her. Oh today was good. She saw him blanch at her bloody face and the straightjacket she was wearing. She stalked toward him, a predatory grin on her face.

”I’m sorry sir. I’ve gotten lost you see. I’m trying to find my summer camp. I don’t suppose you could give me directions, could you?” Her voice dripped in sugar and innocence. The man stood frozen and did not manage to escape in time as she pounced. He didn’t stand a chance as she took him down with her bare weight, setting her teeth against and into his throat. The first flex of her jaw muscles and delicious red nectar squirted into her mouth. The man tried to scream and found it useless as she squeezed tighter, enjoying the taste and feel of it. Finally he stopped moving and she stood up, licking her lips. There was more blood on her now, but she didn’t mind. Chuckling darkly she began to make her way toward where her mother had told her the camp was.

Several miles and hours later it was growing dark as she spotted the large farmhouse. An evil smirk touched her face and she began to walk toward it. This would be fun, settling into her new home.

[Juliyetta Summers]

Juliyetta coughed again. She still wasn't feeling well, but the Apollo child taking care of her thought that it was a good idea to get some fresh air. If there was one thing that Apollo children knew better than her, it was medical knowledge. On a battlefield, the Cabin Leader would know who went where and what certain weapons (with the help of a Hephaestus child to explain the details, of course) then she was your girl, but she was a brown thumb for plants and people.

Her eyes closed for a moment, wishing she were in the arts in crafts building. She owed Camille a new jacket, but it seemed like she was going to have to wait. I still can't believe that girl is going on the quest instead of me, Julie thought, angrily. Why did I have to get sick?

When Julie's eyes opened again, she saw a figure in the distance. She glanced around, but all of the others were distracted with something else. It seemed that Julie was going to be the welcoming committee... assuming it wasn't just a wanderer. For a moment she waited, wondering if the girl (she could tell it was female... or just an extremely effeminate male). Finally, the girl had managed to pass Thalia's pine tree and Julie stood to welcome the new camper.

As Julie moved towards her, she examined the girl. She was older than Julie... that was for sure. At least a few years. It seemed that the girl was in a straight-jacket. A child of Dionysus, perhaps? That was Julie's first guess, but the girl's eyes were down to earth, despite what her appearance said. It wasn't wise to simply throw out guesses, no matter how straight forward she tended to be.

Finally, she decided to speak up. "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. My name..." she started, interrupted with a cough. "My name is Juliyetta Summers, Daughter of the wise, Grey-Eyed Athena, and Cabin Leader." The blood on the girl's jacket and teeth made Julie narrow her eyes. "Please keep your teeth to yourself. Violence is not supposed to be condoned outside of the training areas.

[lola]

Lola spotted someone standing up and walking toward her. Lola was politely quiet as the blond, and how common that was a pretty blond who looked like a cheerleader to her, spoke. Her green eyes lit up like Independence Day fireworks when she heard who this girl was a daughter of. Ignoring the hungered growl and the girls instructions not to bite she straightened up impressively.

”Why hello there little pet of my mother. Would you be kind enough to help me out of this little… toy, which I was erroneously placed into?” Lola’s words dripped out of her mouth like poisoned honey. They sounded sweet and soothing, but underneath that there was danger. She grinned, showing sharp, bloody teeth and shrugged. A soft jangle of chains told clearly how the jacket was being held tight to Lola’s body as she watched her ‘sister’.

”You know, dear pet, you should get that cough checked. There are many things that can bring down even the strongest if they are left to run unchecked.” Her demeanor changed suddenly as another pang of hunger gnawed its way through her gut. A grimace twisted across her face and she hunched over slightly. She didn’t mind not eating. She’d gone a week without food before. It was the not eating combined with walking seventy miles from the Asylum to here that were killing her. It would have been nice if she’d been wearing shoes, or had her arms free, but noooooooo…. It was just too dangerous for a psycho to be allowed to wear their shoes ever. She huffed a little, shifting her weight. She felt a stick, or a rock, or something break the skin of the sole of her foot, drawing blood. It probably should have hurt, but she never felt things like that.

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Word Count: 302
Character: Lola Felsin
Outfit: A straight jacket and jeans with a Tweety patch on them. (no shirt under the straight jacket)