waste the day away [ open ]

[jameson]

With the sun at its official peak in the sky, there was no more perfect time for Jameson to venture out into the beautiful world. Technically he had already been out and about but training hardly counted. In fact, it hardly counted for anything anymore. He had been around long enough that he was easily the oldest person still participating in training. This essentially meant that there was nothing new for him to learn because he had already learned every last bit of it. Perhaps he would have been able to pick up on some new techniques had his fellow campers been a little more experienced but he couldn't expect that from them. Not everyone stuck around as long as he did and they had plenty of reason for it. Roundabout idea back to the training. It was much too early in the morning, and for someone his age, it was getting almost too taxing. Heck, the only reason he was still able to manage it was because he was even more optimistic and enthusiastic than the next demigod. Jamie had an almost endless supply of energy and that allowed him to still take part in the daily exercises and training of the Camp-but he had a feeling that before he turned thirty, his back would no longer permit such action. A shame because what did they really expect him to do in New Rome? Nothing too fun, obviously.

Not that Camp was always a bundle of joy but it provided him with more entertainment, if only because he was surrounded by overdramatic, hormonal teenagers. Which was actually quite hilarious though it sometimes did leave him on the outs. After all, what eighteen year old wanted to gossip with the twenty-seven year old? Not too many of them, that was for certain-though he usually did manage to coax information and a friendly chat out of the Venus girls if he took enough time flirting with the eldest ones. He wouldn't call it taking advantage of them really, because the ladies were flirtatious with every semi-attractive male that glanced their way and thus they didn't actually expect anything besides maybe some attention.

Running his fingers through his messy hair, Jamie clumsily stumbled out of his barracks, narrowly tripping over his own long legs. He managed to avoid knocking into some Ares kid or another...or maybe he was Ceres...or Vulcan...He honestly had no clue because he had long since given up trying to be familiar with each and every new, younger camper. The ones who made a point to be friendly with him, he knew, of course, but other than that..it was a half and half chance as to whether or not he would recognize them. Let alone know their name.

With his guitar slung over his back, the man found his way to his intended destination-that being a big tree that towered over furthest bend of the Little Tiber. It wasn't really intelligent or logical for him to climb up the tree, especially with his guitar on his back, but he started scrambling up the tree, getting ten or so feet up before he settled on a limb of the tree that veered off level to the side. He could already tell that if he should fall then his back would never forgive him, but the view was worth it for the moment. Swinging his guitar around to the front of him, he began fiddling with chords and short melodies-never landing on a song, per say, because he wasn't focused enough at the moment to play anything. Though should he want to, he even could have sang along given that there was no one around to see him-at least no one that he could see. Considering that idea, he gave a shot, strumming a few chords of an Ed Sheeran song and singing, in a rather off-key but clearly enthusiastic manner. He only made a verse or two though before his voice cracked as he attempted to match a moderately high note. Oh, how charming. Clearing his throat, he chuckled quietly to himself as he wiggled back and forth on the tree, trying to determine a comfortable position. Maybe one which wouldn't have stray branches or bark that dug into his side.




tagged. open
word count. 715
notes. anyone is welcome to join<3

[/size]

[Deleted]

It was really early when chris opened his eyes. He was in bed but harldy could sleep during the night. He knew that the huge, great quest would take place that day and Felicity was in it. He loved her as a sister and the thought of her getting hurt was a real pebble in the shoe. He knew she was perfectly capable to get through it and comeback safe and sound, but how many things would she have to do to get back and that she would regret later. then it was the problem about Saturn... that stupid old ox... he wanted Felicity to do his dirty work, well he was no better than the gods themselves!

With that in his head, he couldn't sleep, so after a couple of hours of being rolling on his bed, he just got up and went to take a shower. After a hot and quick shower he got dressed in his usual black jeans, combat boots and purple camp shirt. Then he went out to walk. He needed the fresh air to try to get some peace of mind, at least for a couple of hours. He decided to go to New Rome, a good early breakfast there would make him think about other stuff, right?

Well he went there and then came back, his little trip didn't help him at all. He thought only for a moment in Marie, his new friend and well he had to face it, she was more than just a friend, she was his first crush... which was also highly confussing to him. So when he came back from New Rome, his mind had double stuff to think about. Not good at all in his opinion. He was walking back when he walked by the Little Tiber. He wasn't fond of water, being son of Jupiter, water creatures had never been nice to him, but as long as he didn't get too close to water he would be just fine.

Suddenly he heard something, some notes in a guitar and someone singing along with them. He frowned at the voice and then looked around trying to find the source of it. Finally he loked up and saw that someone was sitting on a branch, with the legs hanging and the back against the trunk. He didn't recognize the person in that moment, maybe a son of Apollo, who else would be up there playing the guitar and singing? "Couldn't you tune it a bit more?! There are some people down here trying to get some peaceful moment to think, you know?"

He shouted it to whoever was up there, he shouldn't have told that, at least not like that, he had could have been a bit more polite, but he wasn't. sometimes he forgot that not everyone in camp were his enemies, sometimes people could be good at him, nice. Like Felicity, like Marie... even like Ronan, who was so quiet and reserved to himself. He kept looking up to check if the person had listened to him and if he would change his tune or not.

TAG: Jameson
WORDS: 529
NOTES: I hope it is ok.

[jameson]

Being a little too wrapped up in his musical endeavors, Jamie had failed to even notice another person come wandering along. Not entirely a shock because the man really was easily distracted, but had he been anywhere else but in camp, he easily could have been sneaked up on by a monster. Oops, but oh well. He didn't think of it as something to get too upset over as he had been in camp and thus there was no issue-though some other uptight camper might argue that his attention should be in tip-top shape at any moment, but he wasn't inclined to listen. After all, shouldn't they all respect their elders or something? A laugh because he acted about as much like an 'elder' as the next newly admitted ten year old. Maybe when he finally retired to New Rome then he would get his act together. If he ever retired there though was still to be debated. He personally liked the idea of Florida-that's where all of the old folks liked to retire wasn't it? Or perhaps a side trip to places like Rome and Sicily first. He had time to decide though so there was no need to worry or plan it all out at this very second.

Leaning to his left, Jamie peered curiously over the side of the tree at the fellow demigod located just a couple of yards below him. Apparently someone wasn't in a very good mood though wasn't that typically true of just about every Roman? His eyes spotted a familiar mop of dirty blonde hair, and even more interestingly enough, he was familiar enough for Jameson to know his name. That wasn’t always true for Jamie as he had long since given up trying to memorize everyone in the camp since plenty of new demigods kept joining and old ones kept retiring. It just wasn’t worth the effort that he had to put into it, especially when half of their personalities weren’t worth remembering in the first place.

"And the magic word is..?

[/color]" He called back with a small smirk, his fingers still strumming away at the guitar. He might have questioned the music had he been less confident of a person, but he knew for fact that the guitar and its notes were perfectly in tune. It was just the singing that was a little bit of a disappointment and he knew enough to cut that out before it got on the boy's nerves too badly. Strumming another few notes-a tune which appeared to match that of Aerosmith's I Don't Want to Miss a Thing-he disregarded the boys request for a moment. Chris was something of a jerk sometimes so Jamie wasn't quick to take it to heart. He had seen the boy in a good mood a time or two so he knew well enough not to take his irritation too seriously. Though technically he could have been in danger of being electrocuted, but apparently this didn't concern Jamie either. Clearing his throat, he paused in his playing for just a second. "The guitar is perfectly in tune by the way..I think I would know better than you. But if I never need someone to fry the guitar strings-then I will come to you for advice. Sound fair?" The man grinned delightfully, his attitude suggesting that he was merely poking a little bit of fun at the younger boy.



tag. chris
word count. 573
notes. totally fine ^^


[/size][/blockquote]

[Deleted]

Chris was still looking up at whoever was up there, but his mind wasn't there, not all of it, he was thinking if it would be possible for him to be a bit more... polite. Marius, the man who brought him up as a father, didn't teach him to be such a pain in the butt. He would have told him to be polite to others, that if he hated Jupiter that much, then he needed to act different from him. And he had tried to do it, he took care of his cohort, the other campers and the people in New rome, he would never let them get hurt. something that Jupiter hardly ever did. But then he thought on how Jupiter acted among the other gods, how he acted at the demigods, as if they were just toys!

He felt how his hands became to charge with electricity, he could shock anyone in that moment, but he wasn't going to do it, he was trying to calm down when he heard the voice of the guy above him. He knew that guy, Jameson Parker, He was a kind of old guy in the camp, but Chris respected him because he had dared to stay in camp, on service for that long. He had done for camp even more than a lot of veterans that lived in the City and than some campers that were still on service. So when he heard the voice of Jameson coming from above, he regreted his tone and words. But he was too proud to admit it and apologize to the legacy.

"Funny Parker... really funny... if I would have wanted to fry your guitar, you'd be holding only pieces of burning wood in your hands!" he said in his already well known Irish accent. But he was right, he should be more polite, at least because he was older than him and an excellent legionary. "please could you tune it, and I was talking about your voice, not the guitar..." he said with a smirk. He heard the melody, it was a mortal song, he remembered it. then he thought about asking Parker to help him, he would love to dedicate in fact that song to Marie... but... would Jameson help him about that? it was just a stupid teenaager's like. To dedicate a song to the girl he was courting. It wasn't much of a soldier. "that is a good song..."

TAG: Jameson
WORDS: 416
NOTES: Thank you!! and sorry the short post.