Hiding in the Attic (OPEN)

[Lyall "Wolf" McCain]

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Lyall sat in the back corner of the Attic, his dark orbs trained steadily on the old book on his lap. He had sneaked up to the attic when no one had been looking, much to his personal pleasure.

He didn't think anybody would be able to find him here, at least not for a few hours. Yet, he did wonder about that, his big brother was arguable very good at finding Wolf when he wanted to. He could only hope Finn didn't find him until he was done with at least a few chapters.

Snuggling closer to the wall, Lyall checked quickly around him for any bugs before going back to his book.

"We know what we are but not what we may be." Ophelia in Hamlet.

The young boy leaned back, his gaze turning towards the ceiling as he pondered the words. What we may be? The question itself was very thought provoking in it's own way. He could be anything, not just what he knew he was.

He knew his identity now, but he could become whatever he actually wanted to be. The interesting part of the quote, to Lyall, was that the lady, Ophelia, provides these encouraging words in a lengthy speech. A speech that just so happened to precede her decision to end her life over the despair she experienced as a result of what she perceived as Hamlet's , unjust condemnation of her.

It took a few moments for Lyall to remember the quote, before grinning to himself in satisfaction.

"They say the owl was a baker's daughter..." The context in which the quote occurred provided a certain irony but on its own, the idea that there are no limits to his, or anybodies potential was wonderful words to ponder and perhaps live by.

Sighing softly, Lyall flipped through a few pages. There were quite a few quotes in the book that he had memorized by heart. Little sayings from Emily Dickinson or Albert Einstein that he honestly liked add put to memory.

He didn't really think anybody knew how much of a book worm the youngest McCain actually was. He was sometimes surprised with himself at how fast he could metaphorically devour a book from cover to cover.

Stifling a yawn, Lyall blinked his eyes a few times as he turned another page. He was starting to become tired, something he should have expected, since he hadn't got much sleep the night before.

He had been to busy trying to read a book on psychology when everybody had been fast asleep. He didn't honestly know how long he could last trying to hide his little secret, but he had no plans on quitting. He'd just continue with his studying until he was caught.

Yet, even then he didn't really think he would quit. He'd just hope nobody started calling him an Athena kid. That would be the worst.

Word Count: 490
Muse: Interesting
Notes: Finally made a post with this little guy. xD

[lucy]

Originally, Lucy had been looking for the book she had left near the Big House, which was entitled Drums, Girls & Dangerous Pie. She had borrowed it from Tal Winchell, a Hermes child, the other day, and had (extremely stupidly) left it under a tree. With a guilty conscience as large and fat as Lucy's was, something as small as a lost borrowed book could gnaw away at your conscience.

Slight Lux had been looking for about twenty minutes now with no luck. Where had that book gone? Seriously, she'd had it several hours ago. Where could it have gone since then?

Maybe some idiot had taken it and hidden it as a joke. Lucy knew that it wasn't a big deal... it was just a book, after all... but seriously. It was a borrowed book and she needed it back ASAP. But after fifteen more minutes of solid searching, she still couldn't manage to locate Tal's dog-eared, paperback copy of Drums, Girls & Dangerous Pie, and Lucy gave up. She'd give Tal the money for a new one. What else was she supposed to do? It was annoying when people borrowed things and never gave them back... this had happened to Lucy plenty of times.

But she wasn't ready to go back to her cabin — the noisy, bloody Ares cabin — just yet. She needed some quiet. And she knew where quiet would be... the attic of the Big House. It was sort of like her own personal hideaway... no-one really went there with the obvious exception of herself. Or so she thought.

As she entered the attic, she heard a distinct noise... flipping pages.

"H-hello?" she called out. Was someone there?

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[James Darkwood]

Jamie was bored.

That was rare for him, because Jamie never got bored. Being the eccentric, cocky, son of Eros that he was, James Darkwood was a very interesting person. But damn Maxine Darke had broken his good arm, and there ain't much to do when you've got a broken arm and nothing to do anyway. Regan was absorbed in Juliyetta Summers, Cinder was off ... being Cinder, and Finn was ... I don't know, somewhere, and Jamie didn't want to go into the arena to train in fear that Seri Winchester would be there, plus, he couldn't train very well when his best arm was broken. So there was only one thing to do:

Explore.

It wasn't as if Jamie hadn't seen camp a lot in the past, what was it, one to two months that he'd been there, but there were still some places that he hadn't been. Like the attic.

Jamie had heard some serious rumors about the attic. He had heard that it was haunted, and that if you went up there the spirits would consume you, and you world immediately die. And he had heard some other ... interesting things about the room as well. And if you know Jamie, you know that he's way too curious for his own good. So he was going to check it out.

At first, he had been hesitant on the idea. What if he never came back? He pictured Regan hauling his dead body down the stairs, and Cinder rushing up to it and starting to sob hysterically over Jamie's lifeless form. The thought sent chills down his spine. Then he thought of all of the adventures he might have up there, and what he could tell Regan. Or he might not even say a word to Regan.

Jamie was starting a get a bit distant from his brother. They had both been off chasing their own girls. Although they were way different, the boys had always spent their whole lives together. And as their experience at the camp progressed, Regan was drifting farther and farther away form Jamie. Sure, they still had their bunk bed together. But Jamie always got back to the cabin way after everyone went to bed. He had slight insomnia, and therefore stayed out way late, then slept for about three hours. Jamie for you. Anyway, the two boys used to have something of a telepathic bond. If one felt pain, the other could feel the pins-and-needles feeling - a distant prick of what the other was feeling. Plus, sometimes they shared thoughts. Because Jamie could swear that this one time he saw what Regan was thinking - Juliyetta naked. I shan't elaborate on the concept.

Jamie gulped down all of his thoughts as he stood at the foot of the stairs to the attic. His arm was in a navy blue sling. He started to slowly climb the steps. One-by-one. Then he stopped at the top.

The attic was creepy. Really creepy. Like something out of a horror movie. He heard a few pages turn in a book, then heard the squeamish voice of a girl, "H-hello?". Jamie silently stepped farther into the attic. He wasn't going to reveal his identity. Jamie was secretive in some cases, and this was one. Luckily, he had practically silent footsteps. Especially considering that he was barefoot.

Stealth like a freaking ninja.

[Lyall "Wolf" McCain]

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“The great affair, the love affair with life,
is to live as variously as possible,
to groom one's curiosity like a high-spirited thoroughbred,
climb aboard, and gallop over the thick, sun-struck hills every day.

Where there is no risk, the emotional terrain is flat and unyielding,
and, despite all its dimensions, valleys, pinnacles, and detours,
life will seem to have none of its magnificent geography, only a length.

It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery,
but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.” -Diane Ackerman

A tiny smile graced Lyall's lips. Out of all the quotes from Diane Ackerman, this one was by far his most favorite. Such things were by on all accounts-

"H-hello?" A feminine voice called out making Lyall freeze from where he sat. His eyes grew wide and his heartbeat quickened as he looked down at his book. He had been so engrossed in his reading he had not heard a single footstep come up the attic stairs! Cursing his stupidity, Wolf snapped the book shut and with loud rummaging sounds, stuffed the hard thing into the corner. Dust spluttered up into his face making him cough loudly, his hands going to his nose to stop a rising sneeze.

"U-Um. Coming!" He called through coughs, scrambling to his feet and out from behind the cover of the boxes he had been hiding behind. Dusting his pants off, the demi-god quickly shuffled over to where he had heard the voice. Stopping a few feet away from the girl, Lyall tried his best to wipe the dust off his cheeks with an nervous hand while still fighting off the urge to sneeze his guts out.

"I-I was just-that noise was just..." His eyes roamed the room thinking of what to say. What could he honestly say to her? That he was reading? Heck, that just wasn't possible. No, he would just have to figure something out. He was good at that, it wouldn't be hard to come up with some reason as to why he was up here. Maybe she wouldn't even ask, and if she did he could simply turn it on her. Why was she up here? Yeah, he could do that. He wasn't caught, not yet.

Slowly, he moved his eyes back on the girl, somehow finding that in that moment would be a good time to introduce himself. "Hi." He quickly stuck his hand out toward her, clearly flustered. "Lyall Mccain, Son of Dionysus. It a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He spurted, straightening his posture.

"I apologies for my outburst, I was a bit unprepared." He reasoned letting his hands rest behind his back as he tried to stand even straighter. "I did not think anybody would come up here." Carefully he gauged her reaction, hoping beyond hope she would not ask as to why he was up in the attic. If anything he could possible move her in another direction, away from the evidence if at all possible. Slowly he moved to the left, locking the way from where he came.

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word Count: 493
Muse: ehhhhh
Notes: Hey there you two! Thanks for joining. :{P

[lucy]

"U-Um. Coming!" Before Lux could say anything, a small figure darted out from the shadows of dusty boxes and books and the like. He had mussed dark hair and seemed to resemble something of an elf.

"No!" Lux stammered awkwardly. "You don't need to come, I didn't mean to interrupt, I just..." Before she could finish her sentence, the boy who had made the noise she had heard earlier spoke, practically rephrasing what she had said before. "I-I was just-that noise was just..." he said awkwardly, before skidding to a stop (so to speak) in front of Lux. "Hi. Lyall Mccain, Son of Dionysus. It a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Lux Chandler," the small girl replied, letting the corner of her mouth curve upwards into a smile. "My dad's Ares. And, you too." She hadn't noticed the other boy who had crept into the vicinity a little after she had. She sneezed unexpectedly and then laughed. Giggled, more like, because she didn't want to disturb the eerie attic silence too much. "Sorry."

"I apologies for my outburst, I was a bit unprepared. I did not think anybody would come up here." He did look genuinely sorry, though honestly, Lux wasn't sure what for. It was mostly her fault.

"No, it was me, my fault," she stuttered, looking nervously around and feeling a little claustrophobic. "I came tramping up here." She smirked a little bit and blew a bit of mousy blond hair out of her eyes; it had gotten stuck to her lip gloss. "I didn't mean to disturb you," she went on like a robot. "I'll leave now."

She scampered over to exit, but before she could, she heard a plip and then a plop. Glancing outside one of the few dusty windows in the attic, she could make out that it had begun raining, hard. She was slightly afraid of water, even irrelevant little things like rain, and didn't want to go outside.

"Actually," she said awkwardly, "do you mind if I stay until it stops raining?"

ooc; dear god, I am horrible. Sorry this took so long. Dx

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