Post by Amber Craze James on Jun 10, 2012 22:44:45 GMT -5
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Amber's eyes, snapped open. A ray of sunlight was cast on her blankets from the window by her bed. Wait... sunlight!? Had she actually... slept? After what seemed like months of endless half-insomnia that caused her to stay up until four AM at least every night, then wake up at seven AM... the idea that she slept was astounding. She wasn't sure weather to be happy to not be tired for once, or cry because the world was ending. Taking a quick look around, she saw that almost everyone was up and walking around. It was a miracle that she hadn't been woken up. So, she probably should have cried, because if she slept in until that late, then it was certain that the world was ending.
Eager to start the day without feeling bad, she sat up. The instant wooziness dampened her already bright mood, and she remembered something. I'm still recovering, she thought, touching the bandage on her head. That's why I slept in so late. Admittedly, it made her sad. Her hope of getting over insomnia hadn't came true, it was just because of a head injury. She had known she slept better when she was wounded ever since she broke her ankle when she was seven. Her Apollo genetics kicked in to help heal the injury faster then with normal people, so all the energy it took made her sleep longer. It was simple, really.
Amber got up slowly, sure not to spark more dizziness. She walked across the cabin to the bathroom door, getting odd looks from her siblings that had not yet seen her in the bandage. It was odd to see an injured Apollo child, since their dad was the god of healing. But the skinny girl just shrugged their intimidating looks off and put one hand on the door-frame, waiting to go in. She didn't really need support, but she just didn't want to faint again. She could walk - and even run - regularly, what really did it was getting pushed, and getting up or sitting down too quickly. Strange, yes. But then again, when was Amber James not strange? Exactly.
The person currently in the bathroom walked out, and Amber realized she hadn't grabbed her makeup or her clothes. She almost facepalm'd but she resisted the urge because it would not have been good for her head. She simply walked over to her bed, grabbed the makeup in the bag on her bedside table, then took a comfy-looking tank shirt and shorts and walked back. Luckily, no one had taken the oppretunity to go to the bathroom, so she could just walk in. And that's what she did.
Amber pulled on fresh underclothes and grabbed her shirt. She slipped the tank shirt on quickly, doing the same with the shorts. She looked in the mirror, and made a mental note to grab a black and white overshirt when she walked back out. She applied a thin layer of foundation, a little bit of glitter eyeshadow, shimmer powder, a little bit of blush, and no-smudge, light pink lipstick. She closely examined herself, still not happy with her appearance. So, she added a bit of tan eyeliner. You couldn't really tell it was there, but it made her eyes pop nonetheless. So, makeup was good. Her hair would be the tricky part.
She didn't want to brush it to hard, because then it could scrape against her head and that hurt, even if it didn't do long-term damage. So she set to work, slowly brushing it until it had the look she wanted. It wasn't to messy, but it wasn't to neat, either. Perfect, in Amber's opinion. But her hair was major flyaway, so she sprayed it with hairspray. Just enough to keep it looking good. The end result of her look was that she looked naturally gorgeous. Perfect. She hated looking... overdone. It felt so unreal and clownish. But, now, she just looked natural. Although, the little bit of glitter eyeshadow was a bit of a jump, but it just made her eyes pop.
The only thing she wasn't happy with was the head bandage hanging under her bangs and on her forehead. But, she couldn't take it off for another week at least. It irked her, because she didn't see what good it did... but a trained healer had ordered it, so Amber realized it had to be doing her some good. Done, she grabbed her things and left the bathroom. And, to her huge surprise, saw that the cabin was deserted. Probably either a) at the infirmary, or b) at breakfast. Not having any requirements to go to the first, and not really caring about the latter, all she did was walk over and put her stuff on her messy bed. She remembered her mental note and grabbed the overshirt, pulling it on over her tanktop.
Amber slipped on her shoes, then walked out of her cabin.
Once out, she had to decide what to do. She hadn't had free time in ages, so it seemed a bit odd to her. She just mindlessly walked for a few moments, muttering a song under her breath (as always). She stayed clear of the mess hall and the big house, she didn't want to deal with more people staring at her head. It was bad enough that she had gotten that injury in the first place. She didn't people constantly reminding her it was there by staring at it. People where just so inconsiderate these days. It made Amber shiver just thinking about it.
She soon reached the woods without realizing it. Not seeing the point in turning back, she walked in. Ten feet in, she also didn't see the point in muttering the song, so she started singing Kamikaze by Owl City. And she sang it, not muttered it. She just let her voice carry, after all, most nymphs liked music, so why would they mind? And if they did, Amber would just furiously apologize and leave. A smile tugged at her lips as she thought of what nymphs she might meet. A guy named Ilo came to mind.
It was true that Amber had a crush on Ilo, but the problem was, she also had a crush on Jason. It was really annoying, because both guys where in her league, and both guys seemed to like her enough. She, honestly, didn't know what to do. Trying to push these thoughts away, she sat down on a log that seemed bugless enough. Bugs didn't really bother her, though. She had grown up camping, so it's not as if she wasn't used to them.
''My captain on the snowy horse, he's coming back to take me home!'' Amber sang. She had a natural gift for singing, which she often used because she also had a love of music. Her dad, afterall, was Apollo. It still seemed insane to her that her dad was a god... I mean, she had lived her life with one guy as her dad, had her family stabbed in the back by him, then he decided to be her and Josh's father again, so he started talking to them. That was who she had thought was her father for so long... but, recently, she had been thinking, and she decided he wasn't their father anymore. A dad doesn't walk out of a family because he 'feels like it'. He sticks through with them... so, as far as Amber was concerned, she didn't have a dad.
And she could almost see the sun shine a little less bright as she thought that.
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[/center]Muse: Way too good >.>
Wordcount: 1227; you can ignore it, it's really rambly. SORRY!
Notes: Hello, thar!
