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 Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 10:49 am
ღ A 1x1 Percy Jackson and the Olympians RP. Do not post unless you're one of us! Feel free to read, though! ღ
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 12:55 pm
 【 ＺＥＮＤＡＹＡ ＡＲＩＥＬ ＰＲＯＳＳＥＲ 】
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Zendaya sighed, pushing herself up and off of her bed, not very eager to greet the new morning. The grey-eyed demigod had never been a morning person. When she arrived at camp, her "siblings" had told her that she'd get used to waking up early. Boy, did she feel lied to. Every morning was a struggle to slide out of bed, and into her clothes. But she managed. Her siblings only chuckled at her, and kept telling her that getting out of bed would be easier as camp dragged on. Only problem was, she'd been at camp for four years, as shown by the clay beads around her neck. She was, by now, convinced that mornings were a curse, and that she would be doomed to slug through them forever.
But, she managed to drag herself from bed, and get in her usual attire, an orange Camp Half-Blood T-Shirt, a pair of jeans, and an old, worn out hat from her older sister. Then, the horn blew, signaling breakfast. Glancing around the cabin, she noticed that most of her siblings were already out of the cabin, probably already at the pavilion, except one. One of the newer girls, who arrived at camp a few days ago.
Zendaya debated on whether or not to wake her, and finally decided it'd be easier to wake her then let her just lay there all day. Walking over, she shook her shoulder, the girl jumping in shock, and almost hitting her head on the bunk above her. She looked at Zendaya, a holy terror that cannot be matched shining in her eyes. Zendaya smiled calmly at her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "It's time for breakfast. Get dressed and head to the pavilion, okay?"
The girl nodded, sighing and grabbing her Camp Half-Blood shirt, and her pants from the end of the bed. Zendaya left the cabin, to let the girl have some privacy. She could've sworn she heard crying as she left. This only made Zendaya walk faster, trying to get away from that. She never did well when it came to sadness. It was always a flaw of hers...
Finally, she reached the pavilion, and what a relief it was to be around everybody, smiling, laughing, and eating. See, this was what she could handle. Everybody in a good mood. She piled some chocolate chip waffles, topped with strawberries (grown in the fields just a quick jog from where she was standing) and willed her goblet to fill with coffee. After she had all this, she walked to the brazier. The wonderful smells of vanilla, hot chocolate, pancakes, assorted fruits and baked goods filled her nose, making her close her eyes and smile. Snapping from her trance, she cut off a bit of her waffle, and picked some of the best strawberries, and scraped them into the fire. Then, she poured about half of her goblet of burning hot coffee into the flames, watching them crackle with delight at the offerings. She took another deep sniff of the heavenly scent before turning away and heading back to her seat, albeit reluctantly.
She sat in between two of her closest brothers, Dean and Mark. They were always there for her, and always encouraged her. And, by encouraging her, I mean relentlessly teasing her and standing right there whenever she needed a helping hand. They always let her handle issues on her own, and she was always thankful for them when they did.
Before either of them could initiate a conversation, she dug into her food, only caring about getting food into her body this early in the morning. The boys, wisely, stayed quiet. The moment she took her first sip of the coffee, she felt much more like a human being, and less like the lifeless zombie she normally was in the morning. By the time she'd drained the goblet for the first time, she was human enough to interact with, without her giving you a death glare. But, there still wasn't enough caffeine in her system to deal with any bull s**t. Not yet, at least.
{ O.ut O.f C.hariots: ... }
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 1:34 pm
✦✰✧ Roxanne Blair Griffin ✦✰✧
Try To Find Me :: Ares Cabin > Dining Pavilion > Heading towards Armory
So You Found Me :: No One
Out-Of-Crimson :: {Outfit in Top Skull, Music in Bottom Skull}  XXXXXXXX☠ » Morning, to most campers it meant the start of a brand new day, a fresh start, but for a certain daughter of Ares, it meant another day in Hell. She started it off by dressing in something other than a Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and shorts, just like every other day of the summer, and sometimes, the entire year. On this particular day, Roxanne, better known as Rox or Roxie, wore black jeans, a black long sleeved shirt, and an Edgar Allen Poe shirt over that, along with her knee high converse. Her siblings always raised an eyebrow at her, but none bothered to test her anger management skills, especially early in the morning. Thus, they went about their usual morning routine, which included the timed run around camp, without a word to the girl. XXXXXXXX☠ » Many knew she had a bad past, that her five years at camp had not been pretty, and that she had lost what friends she had to quests. However, no one could pinpoint why the girl had not moved on, why she had started being a year-round camper every other year, and why her eyes remained so hollow, so cold. Ever since the year between her third and fourth summers, she had lost the fire that had once found its home in her blue eyes. All her stepsiblings noticed it, how she trained and trained, and yet lacked the passion she once had, those that knew her when she first arrived, noticed this anyway, the rest just wondered what happened to make her lose her passion. XXXXXXXX☠ » With narrowed eyes, a scowl, and even breathing, Roxie made her way to the dining pavilion, scanning the crowds at each table, pinpointing her enemies, her friends, and those she had never seen before. It was easier, at certain tables, than it was at others, but she did it either way. At the Athena table, she caught sight of one of her main rivals, Zendaya Prosser. Growling, the red haired female made her way to the Ares table, pushed a first year camper off the end of the bench, one of the others remarking plainly “I told you so,” before she growled and shut him up. XXXXXXXX☠ » Grabbing a plate, she filled it with pancakes and sausage, before drowning it all in syrup. She willed her Goblet to fill with chocolate milk, before grabbing it and making her way over to the Hearth, dumping a pancake and a few pieces of sausage into the Hearth followed by half her goblet of chocolate milk. She did not even wait to smell it, she simply returned to her seat, where the first year camper had found himself another seat a little further down and was glaring at her. She glared back before finishing off the rest of the chocolate milk in her goblet and willing it to refill. XXXXXXXX☠ » Digging into her pancakes and sausage, Roxie barely tasted what she was eating, and soon enough, she was done with her second helping and on her fourth glass of chocolate milk. Unlike many of her siblings, Roxie had a fast metabolism, and worked out more than a lot of the camp, keeping her thin yet muscled, not that it would show under her baggy shirts. Once she finished off her fourth goblet of chocolate milk, Roxie stood, taking one last look around the pavilion, before heading off in the direction of the armory. Ψou're Ŧhe Ⅎighter Ψou've Ǥot Ŧhe Ⅎire Ŧhe ₴pirit Ѳf Λ Ϣ̣̣arrior, Ŧhe Ͽhampion's Ħeart Ψou Ⅎight Ⅎor Ψour ₤ife Ƀecause Ŧhe Ⅎighter Иever ϱuits
Ψou ɯake Ŧhe ɯost Ѳf Ŧhe Ħand Ψou're Ðealt
Ƀecause Ŧhe ϱuitter Иever Ϣ̣̣ins
ℕΦ!
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 4:39 pm
【 ＺＥＮＤＡＹＡ ＡＲＩＥＬ ＰＲＯＳＳＥＲ 】
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When Zendaya was eating, her grey eyes managed to catch a red-headed daughter of Ares walking to the pavilion. Immediately, a glare set into her features. Now, Zendaya may not have been the friendliest person, but she'd never had real "rivals"...well, that was before she met Roxanne. She didn't know what it was, maybe it was the fact that Roxanne tried killing her when Zendaya first came to camp, during her first game of capture the flag, or what, but the two of them couldn't be in the same general area without a fight occurring.
She looked away, just brushing off the girl's presence and focusing back on her food. The young demigod finished her food quickly. She went back to the cabin, just to sit on her bunk for a moment, and think about her plans for the day. Well, she needed to train...She could relieve some stress and hack at a few straw dummies. Heaving a sigh, she pushed herself up off the bed, jogging out of the cabin and to the armory. Once she walked in, however, she was annoyed to find that Roxanne was there as well.
As she usually did, Zendaya ignored the girl, grabbing her set of armor and putting everything on. When she put on the breastplate, she shrugged her shoulders, feeling a knot forming there. Damn, she was really tight. Sighing, she just cracked her neck again, feeling a bit of pain from the knot recede, and sighing in relief. She leaned against the wall for a moment, still feeling a bit of drowsiness behind the light buzz of the caffeine.
Before the two demigods could get into a fight, Zendaya walked out of the armory, leisurely strolling to the arena. Upon arriving, Zendaya let out a soft sigh, taking her hat off and placing it somewhere she knew it wouldn't be ruined. Finding the nearest dummy, she went through her sword exercises. After a minute, she stepped back, looking at the damage she caused to the dummy, noticing the thing was mutilated beyond repair. She winced, knowing that the Hephaestus kids had to replace these quite often.
She rolled her shoulders, wincing again at the pain caused by that damn knot. She rubbed it roughly, hoping to relieve some of the pain, but not helping at all. It didn't help that it was also her right shoulder, and her dominant hand was her right, so a lot of the stress was on her right shoulder. She leaned against the wall, taking a small break, continually kneading her shoulder.
{ O.ut O.f C.hariots: ... }
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 5:07 pm
✦✰✧ Roxanne Blair Griffin ✦✰✧
Try To Find Me :: Armory - Arena
So You Found Me :: Zendaya
Out-Of-Crimson :: {Outfit in Top Skull, Music in Bottom Skull} XXXXXXXX☠ » As she collected her armor, pulling on a breastplate, Roxanne felt the oddest sensation in the back of her mind. Chalking it up to a bad night’s sleep, she turned, just catching sight of a person with long black hair and a black hat leave the armory. Growling under her breath, for she knew exactly who that person had been, Roxanne decided to summon her sword and polish it before heading into the arena. This would give Zendaya time to find a dummy, or set of dummies to use, and would give Roxanne a valid excuse not to leave right away. Everyone at camp knew that Roxanne was better with daggers than she was with a sword, but in all honesty, Roxanne wanted to get better. XXXXXXXX☠ » Once her sword was polished, not that it really needed it, the thing was rarely ever used, and when it was, Roxanne made sure to clean it thoroughly afterwards, Roxanne headed out into the arena, trying hard to ignore that weird, creeping sensation that was starting to move to the forefront of her mind. The sensation was, to say the least, awkward, because it made no sense. It was making her think of things she had not thought about since she was a young girl, provided she had ever thought about them. What was even worse was the tingling that racked her body for no reason at all. XXXXXXXX☠ » Pushing every feeling, thought, and emotion to the side, Roxanne headed straight over to a set of dummies at the far end of the arena. She then began to run through her sword fighting techniques, which were rather sloppy on this particular day, though she could not pinpoint why. She figured it had to do with the fact that it felt as if her entire body was going numb, all at the same time. XXXXXXXX☠ » Coming to a stop, the tingling and numbness becoming almost too much for her to bear, Roxanne forcefully removed her breastplate, some of the tingling, mostly that in her arms, stopping. However, the rest of the tingling continued, and, if it was possible, became worse. Growling deeply, something she seemed to be doing a lot of lately, Roxanne kicked the dirt, and took to the nearest dummy with her fists. Ψou're Ŧhe Ⅎighter Ψou've Ǥot Ŧhe Ⅎire Ŧhe ₴pirit Ѳf Λ Ϣ̣̣arrior, Ŧhe Ͽhampion's Ħeart Ψou Ⅎight Ⅎor Ψour ₤ife Ƀecause Ŧhe Ⅎighter Иever ϱuits
Ψou ɯake Ŧhe ɯost Ѳf Ŧhe Ħand Ψou're Ðealt
Ƀecause Ŧhe ϱuitter Иever Ϣ̣̣ins
ℕΦ!
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 6:11 pm
【 ＺＥＮＤＡＹＡ ＡＲＩＥＬ ＰＲＯＳＳＥＲ 】
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Zendaya sighed, closing her eyes, the aching feeling also starting to bloom in her legs. Before her muscles tightened up and forcefully brought her to the ground, Zendaya slid down the wall, sitting there, with her forehead lightly resting on her knees. She winced, a light groan slipping past her lips, the aching growing worse. Once she could stand again, she'd definitely need to go to the Big House for her medication.
Just as she was about to stand, a tingling feeling spread through her body. Not quite painful, but definitely uncomfortable. Her head immediately shot up, a perplexed look on her face. This wasn't listed as a side effect to her muscle disorder...Was it? She brushed the thought aside as just something her doctor had listed, but she'd forgotten. Still, she wished she could get her medicine, just to get rid of this weird feeling.
She glanced off to the side of the arena, noticing Roxanne at the far end. For the first time, at least from what Zendaya could remember, she watched Roxanne intently. Watching each of her movements, and noticing even the smallest little details about it, a small smile spreading across her face. Once she realized this however, she slapped a hand on her forehead, and then quickly buried her head back in her knees.
After a while, the tight, aching sensation in her legs was finally beginning to recede, so she tried standing up. Her knees, however, immediately turned to jelly, and she fell to the ground. "s**t..." she cursed under her breath, scrambling back into a sitting position. Nobody besides Mr. D, Chiron, and a few of the nymphs and satyrs, knew of what was wrong with Zendaya, and she tried her hardest to keep this weakness a secret.
It took another five minutes of waiting, but she finally managed to stand up. Moving as fast as she could, she left the arena, the tingling feeling still spreading through her body. Reaching the armory, she carefully took her armor off and put it away, sitting down to clean her sword, even though she hadn't used it for very long. Thankfully, this task didn't take too long to complete, and pretty soon, she was off and moving again, this time, heading to the Big House.
As she walked farther and farther from the arena, she felt the tingling feeling slowly fade. She sighed in relief, and hurried up, glad that the uncomfortable sensation was gone. Upon reaching the Big House, she walked in and smiled at those there, going to grab her medication. Even though she was seventeen, they still wouldn't let her handle her medication on her own, or carry it with her. She figured it was because some of the campers could get a hold of it, and overdose. Even though she understood the meaning behind holding the medication, it still made things a little complicated for her, at times, when she needed her medication.
She stood by and watched as Mr. D unlocked the drawer, pulled out the bottle, and gave her the regular dosage, before putting the bottle back in the desk, and locking it tightly. A water bottle was placed on the desk before the god went off to to the porch, most likely to continue the game of pinochle that he had been playing with a few terrified satyrs.
She sighed, popping the pills into her mouth, and taking a long swig of the water. As was usually recommended after taking her meds, she walked back to her cabin, flopping down on her bed and staring up at the bottom of the bunk above her, random thoughts floating through her head. Slowly, her eyes began to droop, as was one of the side effects of her medication.
{ O.ut O.f C.hariots: ... }
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 6:46 pm
✦✰✧ Roxanne Blair Griffin ✦✰✧
Try To Find Me :: Arena > Armory > Ares Cabin > Forest
So You Found Me :: Zendaya > Siblings > No One
Out-Of-Crimson :: {Outfit in Top Skull, Music in Bottom Skull} XXXXXXXX☠ » Roxanne could feel eyes on the back of her head, but the tingling did not stop, no, it continued, and the more and more she punched the dummies, the more and more bruised and bloodied her hands became. She did not even bother turning around, yet, somehow, she knew that Zendaya was the one watching her, and this thought both excited her and angered her. She chalked it all up to the fact that they were rivals and continued to beat the dummy with her fists until she could no longer feel her knuckles and there was blood marking each place her fists struck. XXXXXXXX☠ » The feeling as if she was being watched went away and then so did the tingling, soon replaced by a pain she had not felt in a long time, the pain of working her knuckles to the bone, or as close as one could get on a straw dummy. She had not thought she had been punching it that hard, but looking between her bruised and bloodied hands and the dummy, or lack thereof, she found herself wondering what could have caused such a thing to happen, again. The last time she had punched something to the point of not feeling the pain in her knuckles was when she almost killed her stepfather after he caught her trying to overdose, two years prior. XXXXXXXX☠ » Shaking off the memory, Roxanne gathered her breastplate and was about to leave the arena when she caught sight of something, it was a hat, but not just any hat; it was Zendaya’s hat, but how Roxanne knew this, she was not fully certain. Walking over to where Zendaya had left it, she grabbed it, figuring she could use it as black mail or something later. She then headed back into the armory and dropped off her breastplate, not even bothering to clean her sword, before she headed towards the Ares Cabin. Sure, she could go to the Big House and have someone there bandage her up, but then she would likely have to explain to Mr. D, who really would not care, and to Chiron, who would be worried, why she had beat a dummy with her fists to the point of hurting herself. Thus, she selected the second option, bandaging herself, because she had everything in her bag back in the cabin, so why not put it to good use? XXXXXXXX☠ » Upon arriving at the Cabin, Roxanne quickly moved to her bed and pulled her bag from beneath it. From inside the front pocket, she expertly pulled what she would need to bandage her hands, despite the pain that shot through them every time her hands even twitched. She was barely recognizing the pain however, so used to injuries of that caliber, that if it were not for the constant jolts of worse pain, and the blood, she would not have even known her knuckles were close to being broken. XXXXXXXX☠ » The process to bandage her hands would take about two hours and help from three different people, the first two being new campers with no idea how to bandage wounds on their own. The final person, whom it had taken both the first two people to find, was one of her stepsiblings with whom she was closer, but not all together friends with. They had arrived at camp the same summer, had been claimed just days apart, and had helped each other grieve the loss of their friends. Her name was Alexis, but everyone called her Alex. Alex was a kinder, less angry child of Ares than most of her siblings, especially Roxanne, and was always there when another child of Ares needed something, so it was no surprise that it had been Alex the two new recruits had found located when searching for someone willing to bandage Roxanne. XXXXXXXX☠ » Once Alex had bandaged her hands, Roxanne left the Ares cabin and headed towards the forest, the tingling returning ever so slightly as she passed the Athena cabin. In the back pocket of her jeans, Roxanne carried Zendaya’s hat, and on her head, she wore her own fedora. Over the bandages, she wore her studded biker gloves, which, while tight over the bandages, still fit well. Slung over one shoulder was a messenger bag, and within it, two large books. One of the books was the complete works of Edgar Allen Poe and the other was the complete works of William Shakespeare, two of Roxanne’s favorite authors. Ψou're Ŧhe Ⅎighter Ψou've Ǥot Ŧhe Ⅎire Ŧhe ₴pirit Ѳf Λ Ϣ̣̣arrior, Ŧhe Ͽhampion's Ħeart Ψou Ⅎight Ⅎor Ψour ₤ife Ƀecause Ŧhe Ⅎighter Иever ϱuits
Ψou ɯake Ŧhe ɯost Ѳf Ŧhe Ħand Ψou're Ðealt
Ƀecause Ŧhe ϱuitter Иever Ϣ̣̣ins
ℕΦ!
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 7:34 pm
【 ＺＥＮＤＡＹＡ ＡＲＩＥＬ ＰＲＯＳＳＥＲ 】
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Zendaya tried to stay awake, but the medicine was quite strong, so she ended up falling asleep, in the end. As usual, she didn't dream. She'd only had two or three dreams, and she just vaguely remembered them. The only thing that filled that void when she slept was, what felt like, a two or three minute span of blackness, and even that wasn't even there sometimes. Sometimes, all she remembered was falling asleep, and then waking back up.
Now, Zendaya is usually a deep sleeper. Many of her family members often joked that she slept like the dead. But, she was awoken by a tingling feeling that strongly resembled the one from earlier, much to the demigod's displeasure. She turned over in her bunk, pulling a pillow over her head. That damn feeling...Thoughts of being in the arena earlier came to her mind, but they weren't of her training. No, they were the ones of staring at Roxanne.
Shaking her head, she sighed, sitting up and snarling. It was in that moment that Zendaya noticed something. Her hat was missing. Her blood ran cold, like ice in her veins, and she was sure that all the color had drained from her face. Heading to her stuff, she went through it, desperately digging, in hoped of finding the missing accessory. She felt the panic begin to set in when she couldn't find it. It's okay, don't panic. It's probably in the Big House. Someone probably found it, and turned it into the Big House. She thought, in an attempt to reassure herself. Slowly, the panic began to recede, and her breathing returned to normal.
Standing up, she gripped the bed post for support, breathing slowly out her nostrils, trying to keep her knees from buckling. Once she was sure she was stable, she sprinted to the Big House, immediately rummaging through the lost and found area, and not finding her hat anywhere in there, either. Alright...Where was the last place you had it? As soon as that thought popped into her head, she felt her stomach drop to her feet. She'd had it in the arena...and left before Roxanne had. There was only one word going through Zendaya's head, and it was one of her favorite's, when things started going wrong: S**t.
Darting out of the Big House, she found the first camper she could, which happened to be one of her siblings, Anna. "Do you know where Roxanne went?" she asked frantically. Anna gave her an odd look. "That's weird, Zendaya. I thought you guys hated each other." She said, crossing her arms. Zendaya sighed. "We do, but I think she has my hat." Anna's eyes widened. "Oh no...that's not good...Umm...I think I saw her going off toward the woods. I'm not sure, though." Zendaya groaned. "Great..." She wasn't allowed in the woods without someone with her. Still...She needed that hat back...
Even though she knew she'd grow to regret it, she started off toward the woods. "Where are you going?" Anna asked. "To get my hat back." Zendaya replied simply, before breaking out into a run. The more into the forest that she went, the stronger the tingling feeling became, which made Zendaya even more annoyed. She wrung her hands tightly, glancing around at every little thing that moved. It may seem like she was overreacting, but that hat had been her thirteenth birthday present from her sister...Later that day, her sister had been killed by a monster, that had originally been going after Zendaya.
She never forgave herself for letting that happen.
Ever since then, she always wore that hat. It was like her emotional net, and having it missing, and potentially in the hands of her rival, was not doing anything good for her nerves...and the tingling feeling wasn't helping much either. The feeling was starting to go from annoying, to near painful. She kept scratching at her arms, in hopes of it going away, but getting no such relief.
{ O.ut O.f C.hariots: ... }
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 12:09 pm
✦✰✧ Roxanne Blair Griffin ✦✰✧
Try To Find Me :: Forest - Zeus' Fist
So You Found Me :: No One > Zendaya
Out-Of-Crimson :: {Outfit in Top Skull, Music in Bottom Skull} XXXXXXXX☠ » Roxanne made her way to Zeus’ Fist, the tingling returning then fading in and out the closer she got to it. She could hear running behind her, but figured it was just one of her siblings, or a satyr taking a run. It was a nice day, as always, at Camp Half-Blood, at least for everyone else besides herself, and maybe a few other people, so it would not surprise her if someone was out for a run in the forest. What she did not expect, was, once she reached Zeus’ Fist, took a seat, and pulled out her complete works of Edgar Allen Poe, to see Zendaya break through the woods. XXXXXXXX☠ » When Roxanne locked eyes with Zendaya, the tingling became so strong that it hurt, especially in her chest, and yet she could not look away. “I suppose you came for your hat?” she questioned and yet it sounded less like a question and more like a statement. Her blue eyes looked Zendaya up and down lazily, not even realizing what she was doing until she found herself staring at the other female’s boobs. She quickly shook her head and returned her eyes o Zendaya’s face. XXXXXXXX☠ » It was so unnatural, the way the rest of Zendaya’s body drew her eyes away. Sure, Roxanne knew she was a lesbian, but she had never noticed another girl’s body as much as she was at that point in time. In truth, she had never noticed the form of anyone as much as she was noticing Zendaya’s, for she preferred personality instead of body. Now, this is not to say that she never examined the body of another person, but never had a body distracted her. The fact that she was examining Zendaya so closely actually scared her. Ψou're Ŧhe Ⅎighter Ψou've Ǥot Ŧhe Ⅎire Ŧhe ₴pirit Ѳf Λ Ϣ̣̣arrior, Ŧhe Ͽhampion's Ħeart Ψou Ⅎight Ⅎor Ψour ₤ife Ƀecause Ŧhe Ⅎighter Иever ϱuits
Ψou ɯake Ŧhe ɯost Ѳf Ŧhe Ħand Ψou're Ðealt
Ƀecause Ŧhe ϱuitter Иever Ϣ̣̣ins
ℕΦ!
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 1:35 pm
【 ＺＥＮＤＡＹＡ ＡＲＩＥＬ ＰＲＯＳＳＥＲ 】
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Zendaya's chest seemed to burn once she locked eyes with Roxanne. It ached, but not in a...painful way. More like a hollowness. She immediately decided that she hated this feeling. Get your hat, get out, and find out what this feeling is. she thought, with a slight nod. The sooner she could get out of here, the happier she'd be.
In response to Roxanne's question, she nodded. Despite her constant reminding herself that she needed to keep up a cool facade, she felt her sharp canines gnawing on her lower lip. She felt so...self-conscience all of a sudden. She became increasingly aware that her hair wasn't brushed, and was probably disheveled from her waking up. The fact that her current attire was...less than spectacular also unnerved her, for the oddest reason. Why on earth was this affecting her? She'd never cared about what she looked like before.
It was only now that she noticed the other staring at her, analyzing her. Her arms came up, folding over her chest. Despite the glare she wanted to form on her face, she knew that the only expression on her face in that moment was embarrassed and slightly annoyed. Nothing to express anger. Dammit. She felt like a pathetic little fifth grader around their first crush, scared of them noticing them, but annoyed that they wouldn't notice them. This thought made her frown. She must need her head checked or something, because what she was thinking right now was just plain insanity.
"Look, just give me back my hat, we part as the rivals we've always been, and we'll both keep from having another incident where Mr. D and Chiron have to get involved," she said, trying to be logical, and avoid a fight between the two of them.
{ O.ut O.f C.hariots: ... }
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 5:11 pm
✦✰✧ Roxanne Blair Griffin ✦✰✧
Try To Find Me :: Forest - Zeus' Fist
So You Found Me :: Zendaya
Out-Of-Crimson :: {Outfit in Top Skull, Music in Bottom Skull} XXXXXXXX☠ » As Roxanne watched Zendaya, she could not help but let out a low chuckle when the girl crossed her arms over her chest, it was not necessarily funny, but it was cute. Roxanne directed her eyes at Zendaya’s face, only to chuckle again, because the look on her face was downright adorable. However, realizing just exactly what she was thinking, Roxanne closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, she directed them to just above Zendaya’s head, only to see that the other girl’s hair was a mess without her hat and realizing that she rather liked the way Zendaya looked without her hat. XXXXXXXX☠ » When Zendaya spoke, Roxanne rolled her eyes. “Why would I do that? You know I love a good fight, and a fight with you is always so much better. Besides, you look much better without your hat, bed head and all,” Roxanne...flirted? Scoffing slightly, she tried to clear her thoughts of Zendaya, well, at least of the weird thoughts about Zendaya, the ones that were making her flirt with her. However, the more she tried to clear her head, the worse it became, and she found herself biting her bottom lip, her eyes wandering down Zendaya’s body once again. XXXXXXXX☠ » Roxanne soon found herself slowly standing and moving towards Zendaya, alternating between biting her lip and licking it. There was a strange mix of lust and confusion in her eyes as she moved closer, hoping that the pain in her chest would cease if she got close enough to just touch Zendaya. However, the closer she got to the other girl, the more her chest began to burn and her heart raced, beating so fast and so hard she felt as if it would break through her chest and leave her dead on the ground. That actually sounded like a nice idea, compared to what her mind seemed to want her to do. XXXXXXXX☠ » “I’ve got a deal for you. You get back your hat, if I get to, well, I’m not exactly sure what I want to do, but it involves you possibly being uncomfortable,” Roxanne said, her voice low and gruff, almost sexual. It was true, she had no idea what exactly she wanted to do, but she knew it would likely end up in one or both of them being uncomfortable, but she needed to get the feeling out of her chest, and if it meant getting personal with her mortal enemy, Roxanne would do it. Ψou're Ŧhe Ⅎighter Ψou've Ǥot Ŧhe Ⅎire Ŧhe ₴pirit Ѳf Λ Ϣ̣̣arrior, Ŧhe Ͽhampion's Ħeart Ψou Ⅎight Ⅎor Ψour ₤ife Ƀecause Ŧhe Ⅎighter Иever ϱuits
Ψou ɯake Ŧhe ɯost Ѳf Ŧhe Ħand Ψou're Ðealt
Ƀecause Ŧhe ϱuitter Иever Ϣ̣̣ins
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 3:58 pm
【 ＺＥＮＤＡＹＡ ＡＲＩＥＬ ＰＲＯＳＳＥＲ 】
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Zendaya's features formed a scowl upon hearing Roxanne chuckle, but in their current situation, it looked more like a pout. Blunt teeth worried at the inside of her lips, gnawing until there were sores, and she could taste blood. She wanted out of this situation. Why did Roxanne always have to make things so...difficult? This whole thing was strange, frustrating and confusing. It almost made her want to tear her hair out, strand by strand. It would definitely be better than whatever they were stuck in now.
Hearing Roxanne's words, she felt a sigh escape her lips, as if expecting this, and berated herself for thinking that it would be different this time. But, her mind finally processed the last part of what she said, and felt herself freeze. The strange feeling in her chest grew more intense at this, and she didn't know whether she wanted to punch Roxanne in the face, or grab her by the shirt and kiss her. --Wait, Zendaya, repeat what you just thought. You're obviously sick, if you're having these thoughts. After this, you really need to get your head checked out. Either you're sick, or going mad.
Zendaya watched intently as Roxanne stood and made her way over, muscles tensed and ready to attack. Each step she took caused something inside her to flare up, and the feeling made her canine come down and bite harshly on her lower lip, trying to distract herself with the pain being dealt to her skin, instead of the solid ache in her chest. Instead, she found herself only focusing even more on the feeling, and the lust swirling in Roxanne's eyes. She fought the urge to bring her hands up to claw at her chest when Roxanne stopped, close enough for her to notice the smaller details of the girl she never noticed. The way the light reflected in her blue eyes, how the light breeze was rustling some fly away strands of red hair on her head, how her eyelashes fluttered against her skin when she closed her eyes.
Even as she thought these things, the urge to claw at her skin grew ever more present, as well as the urge to lunge forward toward Roxanne, in hopes that it could somehow cure this feeling. She felt as if the cure to this was just within her reach, but somehow unobtainable, and for all her intelligence, she couldn't process why she felt this way. When Roxanne spoke again, her tone sent a slight shudder down her spine, and her hands gave a slight twitch at her sides, fingers flaring out, as if stretching, and then drawing back into tight fists. Even Zendaya was astonished by how fast her reply tumbled from her lips. "Fine, just get it over with quickly."
{ O.ut O.f C.hariots: ... }
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 3:20 pm
✦✰✧ Roxanne Blair Griffin ✦✰✧
Try To Find Me :: Forest - Zeus' Fist
So You Found Me :: Zendaya
Out-Of-Crimson :: {Outfit in Top Skull, Music in Bottom Skull} XXXXXXXX☠ » Roxanne stumbled back a few steps at Zendaya’s response to her request; however, she quickly recovered and moved closer to her enemy, even closer than she had before. They were half an arm-length apart, and Roxanne found herself looking deep into Zendaya’s eyes, noticing the way her grey eyes seemed to swirl and her messed hair framed her face. Reaching her free hand up, Roxanne brushed a stray hair from Zendaya’s face, a small, unusual smile, falling to her face. She then pulled Zendaya’s hat from her back pocket, and, with one hand, placed it on its owner’s head, while her other hand reached out the back of Zendaya’s neck and pulled her in, closing the distance between them until their lips met. XXXXXXXX☠ » In that moment, the tingling turned strictly to pain, or was it pleasure? Roxanne was not sure, all she knew was that it took over her entire body and her eyes closed, and her one hand remained at the back of Zendaya’s neck, while the other wrapped around her waist, pulling them even closer together. Her body was working of its own accord, all systems in Roxanne’s brain having turned to autopilot. She could not think or speak. Only feeling was comprehendible, and what she felt was something wonderfully painful. Her heart beat faster than she ever imagined it could, lights spun through her mind, and her entire body felt as if she were on fire. It should have hurt more than it did, with how she felt, and yet, she knew somewhere, in the part of her brain that still worked, that she was enjoying whatever was going on. XXXXXXXX☠ » Somewhere else in Roxanne’s brain, light bulbs were going off, light bulbs that should have told her to stop, to release Zendaya that instant. However, the longer she held on, the duller the bulbs became, as if giving up, and giving way to a different set of bulbs. These bulbs were telling her to keep going, to do other things. These bulbs belonged to the primal beast that lurked inside Roxanne, as it lurked inside everyone, except for Roxanne, that beast was in chains, and chained tight. Now it was trying to break free of its chains and take over. Ψou're Ŧhe Ⅎighter Ψou've Ǥot Ŧhe Ⅎire Ŧhe ₴pirit Ѳf Λ Ϣ̣̣arrior, Ŧhe Ͽhampion's Ħeart Ψou Ⅎight Ⅎor Ψour ₤ife Ƀecause Ŧhe Ⅎighter Иever ϱuits
Ψou ɯake Ŧhe ɯost Ѳf Ŧhe Ħand Ψou're Ðealt
Ƀecause Ŧhe ϱuitter Иever Ϣ̣̣ins
ℕΦ!
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