Prombles are Just Challanges [OPEN]

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He hadn't expected much from a visit to that depressing place called New Rome, but for heavens sake it looked like a ghost town compared to how it was before. He heard there had been two wars in the past three years, which he guessed was why all that fighting had happened in New York not too long ago. Yet Tessa survived all that. The girl born from him and his first love, his first wife. She couldn't even hold a bow, the only thing she had gotten from either of her grandparents was her voice. He had been thankful for that at first, hoping monsters wouldn't come for her, and the day she'd have to go to the Wolf House would never come. He knew sending her away in the first place had been a selfish decision. He would admit that to himself at least, though not to anyone else. He was so young, a bit foolish, and went along with what the producer had suggested. He knew now that man had been just as selfish, wanting more time for him to be on set. Wanting to have more time for him to go to other movie releases and interviews. Wanting to give him some kind of tragedy so he looked better to the media. Yeah, Tomas knew all of that now. After the legion killed his little girl.

Tessa Yates was still alive, he knew that. He saw her, heard her amazing voice again. Also the son of Venus had seen her eyes, the brokenness in them. It spoke of seeing horrors no one should. Even before that he knew his daughter was gone, that the legion would train the compassion out of her. The same they did to everyone else. First hand experience in what the legion did to a person, though he had loved that daughter of Apollo she was a legionnaire too. He couldn't stay with her, and so they drifted apart. That girl he saw in the market place was not his daughter. She was not the sweet innocent baby girl he once held on stormy nights. The girl who would cry just because he said he was disappointed in her. She was a beast trained by the legion, and that was all she was now. He had seen some of the improvements in the condition of the people, and the amount of cultural diversity it began to hold. The food places where marvelous, but it was still New Rome. Still Camp Jupiter. Full of Romans, and their harsh mentalities.

He wasn't fond of the idea of going back to his wife and daughter with his mentality about him. It rubbed off on him, he fell back into the soldier mind set for a little while. Harden your heart, don't feel. Fight. He needed a place to unwind, and what better place than Las Vegas? Where you could blow over a thousand dollars in one night. He could find the new guys easy, getting money from them with only a little trouble. He didn't want to have anything to do with that Lotus Casino, it looked nice but he heard so little review on it. It couldn't have been any good. Which was his general look on life, stick with the popular places, everyone goes there and gives reviews. It has to be good, or it'll shut down. Several drinks later he started loosing money instead of making any, so he stumbled outside, putting his face into the cold water of the fountain. Up he came with a gasping breath, and soaked hair.

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Las Vegas, sin city, one of Venus's favorite little towns ot have fun in. The special kind of lucky love was always found here. The wild, crazy, once in a life time. True, in the neighborhoods their was the family love still going on but mainly it was the erotic, sensual feeling of love that came her, her other half. Therefore her image portrayed the type of love in the area as she wore a skin-tight dress with her breasts displayed at the top and her hair perfectly in place. Now, she wasn't exactly in the mood to add to her legion of children, maybe later, but during her visit her eyes found a particular man. Now, this man was not someone she would lay her charms on but rather the opposite of the love she was dressed for, the motherly kind since the man was her son.

She kept an eye on him as his luck dwindled to make his pockets lighter and then walked behind him, ignoring the cat calls from the drunken bachelors, to the fountain. As he placed his head into the water she sat on a space to his right, taking out a compact mirror to make sure the her flawless face was still adequate to her taste. "Now now, all you did was make yourself look like a wet drunken fool." Venus said as she closed a mirror at the sound of giggling girls who pointed at the wet son of hers. She rolled her eyes. "Honestly, there's restrooms here that you could have splashed yourself with water at. Now you're going to get your shirt wet and ruin your entire look. Honestly, I expect better from one of my sons, especially one to achieve stardom." Venus added as she pursed her lips and shook her head. Honestly, what was she to do with this one? If only it wouldn't bring too much attention she would slap some sense into him and tell him to change immediately. Gods, so embarrassing, too much of a drama queen. Oh look, a fountain! Let me just go dunk my head into it, who knows how many people have peed in it due to a drunken stupor. Gods, she didn't get annoyed at her children but even she had a limit to how much over dramatic they could be and if anyone had a right to complain about it, it was her, their mother.

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notes: Okay for me to steal, or do you want to me delete this?

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The money he lost was nothing, one because he had more than enough money at his disposal already. Two he had won quite a number of times already. Loosing a half dozen times was nothing, and it's not like he ever bet all his money. He'd seen his father go down a terrible path, so he liked to think he learned from that man's mistakes. Perhaps he had, perhaps not. But you couldn't convince Tomas that he hadn't, stubborn mule of a man that he was. More Roman than he'd ever want to admit. The lights, the people, he love it all. This was his kind of place. Though so was a quite place with his wife and daughter. By himself though, this was where he needed to be, here and Los Angeles. When he came up from the icy waters, water wet his shirt. Pushing his hair back, smoothing it with his hands, chest heaving a bit at the water had his light blue shirt stick to his shoulders. Women stopped to look, the neon lights shone against the water and for a moment they were transfixed on his beauty.

He heard the voice, beautiful like an angels. Belonging to a woman with the body of a devil, while he smiled he felt no need to flirt with her. His tone held no such intentions. “It all depends on how you frame it.” Water continued to migrate from his face and hair to his shirt, some steps slowed as interested parties were distracted by the muscles of his shoulders and back coming into view. A few strands of hair decided to fall back into his face. He listened to the woman until the end of her sentence, as he always did. He was glad, he learned she was Venus after all. Never had he met his mother, and though his father spoke so very highly of her. A Roman deity though, he already wanted to leave her presence. Though his curiosity begged him to stay. “Why do it in the solitude of the restroom when I can attract attentions here. No such thing as bad publicity after all.” he didn't mind his shirt getting wet, not at all. Neither did a few people rooted to their spots by the two beautiful creatures in front of them. Story’s began spinning in the minds of some story tellers, and fan-fictions would end up on the internet that night about their favorite television character.

“But I doubt you're here to berate me on my behavior.” He could tell she was holding more attention than he was, though not surprising. She was the goddess of beauty after all. “If you are though, I feel special. I should have done this long ago.” He gave her a smile, one of his best. He never had a mother figure, he had centurions and the like but nothing like a mother. All he had learned about them was through acting, and watching people to learn how to act accordingly. This was different though. He was himself, and she was his mother. He had to figure out how he would act, not just how his character would act. It was a bit more difficult really.

OOC: Yeah, of course it's fine

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Not even a hello from him? How horribly rude and the way he reacted to her presence. He was close to walking around without any attractive qualities for the rest of his life. But alas, she couldn't fault him for not knowing how to act around her, it wasn't like she was a shining mother figure in some of her childrens life, even if she still loved them all she was a very busy goddess. Instead she pursed her lips as she crossed her arms. "Because in the bathroom you wouldn't look like such a swollen fro in public. And despite what you claim, there is such a thing as bad publicity. Like the publicity you achieved with me by being an uncaring father?"

That's right, Venus was going to cut right to the chase. She loved Tessa dearly and knew of the way she felt her father had treated her and it had always been on her to do list to have a stern talking to with the older Yates. It just took her awhile to get down the list. At least she accomplished it before the older man died of liver failure to his alcohol consumption. If tonight was any guarantee of his normal consumption intake then she estimated that he maybe would only have ten or twenty years, granted there were other variables like if he was to be stupid enough to mix drugs and alcohol or to go behind a wheel in his state. Though granted, Venus was not an expert when it came to knowledge of medicine and the human body. No, that was Apollo and his sons department, not that she hadn't learned a thing or two from her nights accompanying them to bed but there was hardly enough information on the matter within her head for her to make an accurate judgement.

"It's a shame that you can't see her for the beauty she has become and all you ever did was make her cry when she was younger. You missed out on many precious moments with her and have no right to think of her now. That is in my own biased opinion, mind you." Venus said sternly, starting to actually get annoyed with the attention the two beautiful people were drawing, making her want to smite them all.

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notes: Need me to change anything and I will gladly do so and sorry for the wait

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He raised an eyebrow with a cocky smirk on his face. “Frogs don't look this good wet.” There was little that could deflate his self confidence, only his own wife could really keep him in check. How he missed her. For a moment there was pang in his heart for his wife, his daughter waiting back home while he was here. Fooling around. He had to get back to his usual self though, and this was the fastest way to wash the Roman off of him. Though the thought hit him that perhaps that wasn't the daughter she was talking about. “Tessa.” was the only thing he really had to whisper before he brought a hand to his face and rubbed his chin. The bit of scruff that was starting to grow there. “Perhaps we should go speak somewhere, It is a little drafty” He didn't want to talk about her here, where people could hear. She was dead, for all intents and purposes. What else where parents supposed to do when their child was gone for at least ten years? What kind of story could you tell the press when you never went to visit her, or have her visit you? “My car's over there, I'll change my shirt and we can talk. If you'd like.” He had a hotel room, but he wasn't about to take a lady up there. Even if she was his mother, the papers wouldn't believe that. He wanted to avoid that kind of publicity at least.

That wasn't at all what Tomas remembered. When Tessa was young she was all smiles and giggles. The prettiest little girl he'd ever seen, and she even grew into a beautiful woman. He never assumed he had a right to step into her life. Though he listened to his mother, her words though not understanding her intent. “I saw how she'd grown, has a boy or two after her as well. Her voice has only gotten more attractive, and I've heard she became centurion and head medic. A very good Roman.” his words of praise held little meaning, he didn't care a thing for Roman's, or their ways of war and fighting. Training children from only ten years old to kill in a fight. Pushing them harder than they should be. This wasn't ancient times, they weren't so many things trying to kill them anymore. Not so many wars they needed to train for. “I had no plans to contact her, I'm surprised she's still alive. She took to Rome much better than I did. I hope she finds a life she wants there, but you're right. It has nothing to do with me. That's why I told her she could stop sending me those cards and letters every year.”

His car was an old Impala, restored to look like it had when it came off the product line. He took good care of his car, kept it well maintained. Paid near anything to keep it looking, and running, well. It was his first priority, was being the key word. Now it sat at number three on the list, behind the two loves of his life. Opening up his trunk there was a few changes of clothes, he pulled off his wet shirt to change it out for one of the dry ones. A thin sweater, not too warm but not frigid against his still wet skin.