Daydream (open)

[jay]

James sighed to himself and leaned back against the tall tree that stood behind him. He was utterly and completely bored to death. There wasn’t anyone in particular he wanted to spar with or hang out with and there was no one for him to bug and annoy. There seemed to be so much going on around him, yet he felt like he was part of none of it – which was the truth. He had distanced himself from people and hadn’t spent nearly enough time with what little friends he had. Why? He simply hadn’t felt like socializing a lot lately, which wasn’t like him.

Normally, he couldn’t stay away from people. He shrugged to himself, figuring it was a new normal. Being unpredictable even to himself – yeah he liked the sound of that. It wasn’t like him to sit off in the woods, but he had been doing that a lot lately. Aside from that, he’d just sit there with his earbuds in his ears. He grinned to himself when Love’s Lookin’ Good on You by Lady Antebellum came on. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the tree’s trunk, singing quietly along to the words. He had his legs pulled up and his hands hitting against his knees to the sound of the drum beating.

Jay’s eyes opened and he found himself staring up at the sky through the tree’s leaves. He didn’t miss a single word of the song – he knew it that well. He wouldn’t be embarrassed if someone caught him singing. He was a good singer and knew it. Hell, he’d put on a concert if he could. Anything that would let him show off how awesome he was. He momentarily grinned to himself at the thought. Standing on stage, entertaining a group of people; he liked the sound of that.

He looked down at his iPod when the song changed to Daydream by Avril Lavigne. Naturally, he sang along to that too. He had no shame. But why not? He was having fun – albeit all by himself – so why shouldn’t he entertain himself? It wasn’t like he had the voice of a banshee. And he would rightfully tell that to anyone’s face… which he figured wouldn’t earn him any friends, but he was used to that.

Despite being a boy, the young son of Cupid had always been drawn to love songs. He figured he got it from his dad’s side of the family. Listening to the song, however, he couldn’t help wishing he had someone to sing it to and mean every word to. Yes, he wasn’t good with commitment and wasn’t even close to being ready to fall in love… But having a girlfriend or boyfriend wasn’t an unappealing thought. To have someone to daydream about; to crush on someone; to want someone. He had yet to experience that. He couldn’t help wondering if his dad seemed to shoot everyone with an arrow but him.

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There was so much stuff going on around camp, the quest, the rumors, the death. Yeah, that last one bothered him. It wasn't just anyone who had died, it was the centurion of second cohort, and if Lance remembered correctly his uncles girlfriend. He hadn't talked to Zidane much, and not even once after he was removed from his post at Praetor, but he was still family. Lance worried about him. He didn’t know what to do, didn't have even the slightest clue of what anyone could do or say after she had been found that way. Her body on display in the Principia. It made him sick to his stomach just thinking about it. He blamed himself. Partially Rhiannon. He was supposed to be keeping an eye on her, because of the words she spread around camp. Lifting that clever, conniving titan, Saturn, up on a pedestal. She spoke of good things, like the lack of war or somethings like that. Everyone spread that gossip, she just planted the seeds. Who could do something like kill a good centurion like Valerie though? He had never met her personally, but he was sure she was a great fighter. Jason had been her co-centurion for a while, until he was promoted to Praetor anyway. Lance was sure Valerie wasn't on Saturn's side, despite the bickering that went back and forth about what her death meant. A threat to which side. Lance hadn't been with Rhiannon at that time, sometimes she would leave his grid. He wasn't able to find her sometimes after he'd taken his eyes off her. It was frustrating, and especially now. Where had Valerie been killed? By whom? Was it Rhiannon? Was it his fault for not watching her close enough? These questions bothered him to no end.

A pleasant voice snapped him out of his thoughts, someone else was out in the woods. Obviously for a different reason given the song he heard being sung. Hiding away he snuck closer, not entirely sure why, mostly out of habit. He didn't want to suprise the person, or if they were doing something by themselves he didn't want to really bother them. Listening to the person they switched songs, and a smile came across his face. He recognized that one. Lance nodded along with the song Daydream, he was pretty fond of the music Avril Lavigne did. She was pretty, and he loved the image she gave off. The fact she didn't try being anyone but herself. Spotting the boy who was singing he moved closer, staying to the shadows and sitting down a little ways away. He nodded along with the song, learning to not actually hum or make noise when trying to stealth. He learned that the hard way of course.

It was nice for the few minutes it lasted, he probably needed a bit of a singing that wasn't the types of songs they normally played in New Rome. Not that he normally went to those either, never thought about going to those things or anywhere else as recreation. Mostly he felt if her were to go somewhere like that it needed to be with friends. Standing up again he moved and purposefully rustled a bush from behind him, made his steps a little heavier so it wouldn't be a complete surprise as he walked into the boys view. "Uh...hi." he said, never really that sure how to interact with people he hadn't talked to before. He just knew he wanted to tell him he was listening, and that it cheered him up. How he was going to say that without it coming out weird was a different story. His brain seemed to lock up the moment he opened his mouth, the stealthing around camp had make him feel more awkward about people than it had before. Or perhaps not, at least he knew this person was called Jay and he was a son of Cupid. Introductions! People did that normally! Right! "My name's Lance...." Now what?

[jay]

James had heard whispers here and there about some things that had happened around camp. Someone had died and while he hadn’t caught a name, he felt the grief. Whoever it had been, he was certain he knew him or her – even if they hadn’t been close. He tried not to think about that, though. He pulled an earbud out and looked up when the kid came into view. He recognized him from their cohort. He was a cute kid, in a little brother sort of way.

“Hey there, Cutie,” he replied with a smile. He wasn’t sure whether Lance knew his name or not, so when he was told Lance’s name, he responded with his own, “James, though you can call me Jay.” He stood up and placed his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt. He may have been in the same cohort as Lance, but he hadn’t really interacted with him before. He seemed nice. He believed he was a legacy of Mercury and kid of Veritas so a fellow demigod, of course.

“So what brings you too the woods?” he asked out of pure curiosity. He hadn’t realized how much he missed talking and socializing with people. He has to get out of his shell – a shell he hadn’t even meant to make – more and get to know more people. Perhaps he could even successfully make a new friend or two. Of course he annoyed people, but there had always been one or two fellow Legionnaires that saw past that and got to know him.

The woods were occasionally a peaceful place to go hang out. He wouldn’t have minded having a picnic here and mentally noted that for if he ever got into a relationship. It’d be a cute date, in his opinion. Or even to just hang out with a group of friends. Surrounded by nature and enjoying each other’s company. There was a nice, sensitive guy underneath all of the flirting. He just didn’t come out easily.

Jay leaned back against the tree behind him and tilted his head to the side ever-so-slightly, eyes on Lance. He wasn’t staring; that would have been rude. “Sorry if I interrupted you, by the way,” he added, meaning his singing. He didn’t care if people liked his voice or not. But if Lance, who seemed like a genuinely nice guy, had been busy doing something and he had disturbed him in any way, he was apologetic. He didn’t like to annoy people who were nice to him.

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Lance had seen Jay around camp before, obviously he had seen a lot of people around camp and held a small bit of information on any of them. Though he had much more on that Rhiannon character since he had been following her whenever he could. It was a favor to not only Josh, but also to Remus. He didn't really like going to Remus with the information on Rhiannon, since he had been asked by Josh to watch over her, but he knew Remus could be trusted. He had found out Josh and Remus were on friendly terms, and his uncle had even said it was Remus he should go to in case of trouble. If he had seen any types of major trouble around camp it was that girl. He had thought Josh only wanted him to watch her because of the two dating, but it seemed there was much more reason. Josh probably knew about her too, but he knew and trusted Josh enough to know he was one who wanted to protect the camp.

"I....well....I'm here....out here....I was just....walking." he said in his normally shy voice, he kept the other boy in his field of vision but wasn't looking directly at him. He looked at the ground, or a tree, or something else. It was part of his nervousness, and also something he had picked up from his recent escapades. Looking directly at the person you are watching could make them aware of your presence. At least that was what his father had taught him, and a few times he learned it was a fairly good assumption to go by. It really seemed like people had a kind of sixth sense about these things. "A...and thinking....I...I guess."

He was fidgety, and couldn't quite keep himself still. Even as a demigod, when talking to people he became like that. When he was in his element, keeping to the shadows, following people, he wasn't fidgety in the slightest. He could sit still for hours at a time, watching, waiting, learning things and filing it away in his memory to be retrieved later. He liked people, and wanted to be friends with them and talk to them very much, but it was difficult. At least he had a friend in Lilith, he'd been making sure to keep an ear out for anything dealing with her. Though it seemed not many people talked about her, perhaps because she kept to herself so much. His eyes darted to the male in front of him. "Ah, no. No sorry...I....I'm the one....bothering you. I just..." again Lance diverted his eyes, and his foot made a small circle in the dirt at his feet. Sometimes he really felt like he was the opposite of a man. "I just....wanted to say thank you."

OOC: Sorry! Late, short and not very good >.<