Goodness, Gracious, Great Balls of Fire! (Gabe)

[Tiana Sinclair]

Tiana liked to keep up with training, but she did rather hate doing it around the cohorts. Training with her cohort before she retired last Spring had been bad enough. Now she was free of that, no way in the Underworld would she just voluntarily join in. So she spied on the training schedules when she could and had it down to an art. It was roughly lunchtime. High noon. The sun would be hot if it wasn’t December. Not that California got all that frigid. Either way, she embraced the sunlight. So she grabbed her gym back from where she kept it tossed in the corner of her bedroom and stuffed a towel in it, then headed to the kitchenette and grabbed a cold Gatorade from the fridge and stuffed it in too. She swung it around her shoulder, tightened her ponytail, and headed out. Down the rickety steps behind Kline Grocers and out on to the vias of New Rome. She didn’t even give Terminus a second glance as he said something to her as she passed. In fact, she didn’t even bother to register what he said.

Ah, there it was: a blissfully near-empty obstacle course. Looked like… say, half a dozen people there. Not even a sliver of a cohort training. These were the hardcore ones. The ones who skipped meals to train. Probably first showing off. Or, who knows, an ambitious fifth? Oh well, it mattered not. She didn’t really even bother taking in the other people as she approached and dropped her bag at some random spot far enough from the course to not pose an obstacle itself. Had to be respectful, after all. Even she knew that. So she aimed for the hardest portion of the course. Why start slow?

She honed in on what she was facing and the rest faded within reason. She was aware of her surroundings as any good Roman ought to be. The task took precedence though. Standing out like a sore thumb in her complete lack of purple, she attacked the course. Yoga capris and a halter and a pair of running shoes did her just fine. Nothing to snag on the course if it was all hugging your person. That and lots of sunshine hitting her skin, so she was positive she could conquer this course over and over until the sun set. No big deal.

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NOTES: First Post! Also, her outfit is basically what she's wearing int he gif that is her signature

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He had been training. Well it was the first cohort so training was something they did for fun in their spare time. It wasn't the same perfection that Charlie deemed good to maintain, but he was going to keep it that way. Gabriel had an internal sense of perfection in form that was instilled in him since he had first gotten here to camp. First cohort was nothing to sneeze at. In fact, most campers from the lower cohorts tended to go weak at the knees when they had spotted what was going on in the training fields when First cohort decided to bust down doors and say good morning to the sun. They were up early training all the time, they ran long training regimes simply because there was this well known fact that war didn't stop just because you were tired and wanted to sleep. That wasn't how war worked. IT wasn't how real Romans worked. Gabriel had been starving himself of free time, what free time he had was spent forcing himself to train. To push himself hard if not harder than he ever had before. No weapons this time, just the feeling of his feet hitting the ground as he ran hard.

He had finished his third round of the course, pausing for a moment as he leaned in the shadow of a large tree, taking a long sip from the neon colored gatorade that he was sipping. This stuff was horrible for you if you weren't actually perspiring, but he was drenched in sweat as he paused to remove the soaked purple shirt from his torso. Gabriel wiped his face free of persperation as he let out a small sigh to catch his breath just for a moment. He watched as a girl started off running the hardest part of the obstacle course possible without warming up. Gabriel raised an eyebrow, impressive, but if she didn't watch out she would totally get herself hurt. He always hated to see someone get hurt because of doing something stupid. Running the course and getting hurt before you warmed up, well that was kindda stupid, like first cohort stupid. Other people loss limbs or fell from the height of the monkeybars because they weren't quick enough and lost their balance. That was more like a third problem, not having enough brains to go with what you were doing. It's all about paying attention and knowing what your doing.

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[Tiana Sinclair]

Tiana kept going as fast as she could. Jump here, duck there, and so on. It was a hard course, but it was, in a way, fun. It was challenging. She finished it the first round, then wiped her sweating forehead with her hand and flicked the sweat away before wiping her hand on her pants. Back at it.

She didn’t notice her audience. No, not the first cohort son of Pluto under a tree, but a haggle of the in crowd, numbering about 4, all third cohort, approaching and jeering to each other. Tiana started her way through the course again, making as many mistakes as last time. That was to say: none. She did this at least three times a week, so it shouldn’t be surprising. Little did she know that those in crowd kids knew it too. She was busy on the monkey bars when the haggle pulled out a pocket mirror, so she certainly didn’t see it, concentrating on the bars as she was. Dismounted those without incident. Short ramp to an elevated crazy gear thing. It had poled of thick wood beams instead of teeth and one had to jump from platform to platform in perfect timing to avoid the beams.

That was when it happened. All Tiana knew was that she suddenly saw a bright flash in her eyes as though the sun had exploded or something. It blinded her for just long enough for a beam to catch her ankles, which hurt pretty bad, sure, but not half as bad as when the momentum of the hit made her topple head-first into the next beam and her vision blacked from the hit for a moment, fuzzy lights in the darkness that weren’t really there. She felt herself hit the compact ground some 5 feet below the gear, with no idea how, in the moment of blackness, she had – thank the gods- not gotten smacked again. If her ears weren’t ringing, she probably would have heard the tell-tale cackling of those 4 who had triumphantly blinded her with a mirror trick.

She still could barely see, but she brought her hand up to her throbbing head, right at the hairline above her right eyebrow. It came away wet with blood. Oh wonderful. Her ankle hurt like crazy, but it was the least of her problems. She needed to get to the infirmary. Gods, I better not have a concussion, was all she thought. With that mission in mind, she set herself to trying to keep low and get out from under the gear so that she could attempt standing.

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NOTES: All good. Sorry for using the same injure-my-character method, LOL. I had forgotten until I was set on the idea

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Gabriel had a distinct feeling of Deja moo, meaning he had seen this same bullshit before. If only he had been able to react fast enough, he could have kept her from hitting the ground. But he wasn't able to do it. However the offending legionnaires were rolling on the ground, cackling with laughter as they had made yet another person fall. Someone had to stand up to them, had to teach them a lesson since it was obvious that their centurions weren't doing a damn thing. This was the third time this week he had seen them mess with someone in a malicious manner. Gabe waved his hand and their shadows merged together, swallowing them whole with a scream as they were promptly deposited into the San Francisco bay. They should feel lucky, Gabriel thought as he walked over to the injured female. He was half tempted to dump them in a volcano or deposit them into the south pole. Not that this place was known for frigid winters or anything, this place was much more mild than his home in London. It had been nearly that long since he had seen a white Christmas.

"It will be a while before those gits mess with someone else again." Gabriel stated as he offered her a hand to help pull her to her feet. A small sight had escaped his lips but he smiled at her just the same. He wasn't about to let her stay there on the ground, as usual, Gabriel had a small soft spot for damsels in distress. Not that she was in distress, but it just looked as if she could use a hand to get a bit of a grip on things. "You're impressive, running the course like that. Its a shame those idiots had to mess you up." Gabriel said as he offered her a fresh towel to help stem the blood that was coming from the cut she had on her forehead.

"Here have a seat, don't stress yourself too much, if you have a concussion that's not good to do too much." Gabriel had seen plenty of concussions from being in first cohort, having gotten a few of them himself through out his years here, even being a rambunctious little boy growing up with his mother. "I'm Gabriel, by the way." He said as he offered her a hand and a smile. "Sorry if I'm bugging you."

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[Tiana Sinclair]

Pain. That pretty much defined the moment. She thought she might have heard screams, so she looked up in that direction to find… nothing except a man obviously not the owner of the screams coming in her direction. What on earth? Either way, she was a bit conflicted. It wasn’t in her nature to like being helped, but she also had to admit she kind of needed it. His words, though, were confusing. “What? What happened?” She took his hand, which was surprisingly firm and had a few callouses. “Thank you.” She didn’t feel like arguing that she could do it herself. She pretty accepted that she wasn’t positive she could. With a little wincing, she got up with his help.

Then he complimented her on her training. Once again, her single-mindedness did not help her, as she came to a somewhat startling revelation that he might have been watching her. But it wasn’t that that caught her off guard as bad as did the fact that he was complimenting her. That didn’t happen a whole lot since her powers started to make an appearance here at camp. So all in all, she wasn’t sure what to make of this fellow and she was confused into silence for a solid ten seconds. Hopefully, it could be attributed to the head injury. Finally she found her tongue. “I… thanks.” There was the award for world’s dumbest reply. Her social skills needed a serious flip.

He led her far enough away from the course as she awkwardly pressed the offered towel to her head without obstructing her vision. She sat when he asked her too, letting out a sigh at how good it felt. She was a bit dizzy still. “Yeah, I’m completely okay with not aggravating my head.” She laid the towel briefly on her lap and looked at her hand. It was still bloody from when she initially inspected the wound. “I’ll have to spare you the handshake. Hope you don’t mind. But it’s a pleasure, Gabriel. I’m Tiana. And please, you’re definitely not bugging. Like I would think that of someone who just came to my aid. Thank you again, by the way.” She felt something funny around her eyebrow and moved the towel back just in time to keep her eye blood-less. “Gods, this is embarrassing.”

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Gabriel didn't like bullies. HE didn't like to see anyone being bullied what so ever. So when they had done something as stupid as to bully someone in from of him, well he let them have it. Gabriel probably should have done the politically correct thing and told the centurions but that was not going to solve the problem right now. Most bullies were weak and stupid, stand up to them and there wouldn't be any problem. She looked confused to see that the owners of the screams were no longer there, as he had promptly dumped said offenders into the bay. He wasn't ashamed of doing this in the least. Someone had to stand up to them, they had to learn that doing something as dumb as bullying was not going to help the legion in the long run. "Dumped them into the bay, they deserve it." Gabriel stated. He wasn't shy about much of anything. His very English accent was starting to get the best of him when he got irritated by those that decided to act out like a bunch of idiots.

Gods above and below, he probably sounded like a bit of a creeper. Not that he was watching her just to oogle her with his eyes, but after being in first cohort for so long, he had taken to watch the way other people trained. Mostly to see if he would have done the same thing or how he would have messed up and how to make it better. How to better himself. Gabriel wasn't the type of person to judge people based on their powers or who their parents were, mostly because he knew what it was like to be judged simply because your parent was the god of the underworld. It was one of the reasons that he hated bullies so much. Gabriel trained hard, worked hard and did everything that he could to make sure that he did what was possible to honor his fathers name. He was always told by his mother, it wasn't what powers you were born with that made you a man of stature, it was what you did with them to make a difference. For Gabriel, if that meant standing up for people then that's what he would do. "It's alright, no worries. I promise I'm not a creeper or anything." He stated in an offhanded voice.

"That's good, at least you have some sense of self preservation. I know a few who would take a head injury and try to break a training dummy with it." The first person who came completely to mind was his dear centurion Charlie. She was always one of those types of Mars kids that told you to rub dirt in a cut and go on about your way. "Tiana, it's a beautiful name. And unique from around here." He felt his smile tug at his lips. "It's okay, well, It's okay for you. It's no okay for those gits to push people around." He shook his shaggy dark head. "I've seen worse falls, yours was one of the more graceful one's I've seen recently."

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Tiana was having a bad day. Well, anyone would have a bad day if they got knocked in the head like that. Though the presence of a rescuer was doing loads of help. Then he broke the news that he’d dumped her attackers in the bay. She burst out laughing, then gripped her head, “Ow! Oh, bad idea.”[/orange] The idea of a bunch of preps flailing in the filthy bay, though, now that was good. Absolutely hilarious. “I don’t know how you did it, but that is the most wonderful thing I’ve heard happen in a long time. Thank you for the save and the laugh.”

She wasn’t sure how she felt about being watched, but someone thinking she was good was kind of neat. Obviously, he didn’t know about her powers or he definitely would not have said anything. Probably wouldn’t have come near her either. Afraid she’d burn him. Then he promised he wasn’t a creeper, which yanked her from her thoughts. She looked at him curiously. “Didn’t think you were. I used to be a people-watcher myself. So no harm done.” She was still flipping his compliment over and over in her head. It was weird. But like she said, she wasn’t that bothered anymore at being watched. Now she knew he was the type to dump bullies in bays. She already thought he was pretty decent. Who knows, maybe she could keep her powers in check long enough to make a friend. HA! Like that could happen.

Take a head injury and try to break a dummy with it? She smirked. “Like the praetors? And like every Mars relative out there?” She gingerly shook her head. “Nah, I’m definitely into not dying.” Then he complimented her again. She frowned, utterly confused. This sort of thing didn’t happen. She glanced at him and he was smiling. It was a nice smile. He completely wasn’t lying. “Um… thank you.” She snorted at the thought of the dear assailants swimming around. “You’re making it hard not to laugh.” Hold the flipping phone. Did she just try to joke with him? What was wrong with her. That tone was way too fun. What on earth? She wasn’t like this. Maybe she really did have a worse head injury than she thought. Graceful fall? What…? She stared point blank at him. “You’re an odd one, Gabriel. But… odd in a good way. So thank you.” She shook her head again, the spots firing up before her eyes, but she ignored them. “Sorry if I’m weird. I’m just not used to a friend. If that’s what this is. Or, you know, just talking to people. Yay outcast life.” Why was she telling him all this? He didn’t need to know. It was just kind of coming out though. Gods, this was embarrassing.

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There was always something about bullies that just made Gabe's blood broil. He hated them with every fiber of his being. So it was a good day when he could exact out some much needed justice that the perpetrators needed. And what were they going to do? Tattle on him? That sort of thing was beneath them. Not to mention how much crap would they get for being dumped into the bay by him of all people. Tiana had burst out laughing and then in turn the laughing had seemingly hurt her head. Probably more residual than anything else. "I'm glad I could at least help you out. Everyone needs to laugh at least seven times a day, helps keep you in good health." Gabriel was an odd one, he didn't quite believe much in the whole ten hugs rule that one of the other cohort members had adopted, but he could get behind laughing. Laughter was good.

Well that was good, he couldn't help but feel slightly relieved at the thought that she didn't think he was a creeper. It showed on his face, flashing up for a moment before it rested back into a smile. "I love watching people." He stated slowly at first, trying to figure out how to best formulate the next sentence that was swirling around in his mind. "I wish I could remember the word for it, but people watching gives me a feeling that, it's strange cuz I know there's a word for it.... But it's a feeling of realization that these people I watch are just as complex and simplistic at the same time." Okay maybe he had gone a bit too deep on that one and it might have been way too much for a first meeting. Gabriel wasn't exactly someone who liked to just beat around the bush. HE spoke his mind fairly often.

"The praetors are very stubborn, but they are a credit to the legion. And there are plenty of non-mars kids that would try to kill something with an injury. I did watch a Mercury boy try to teleport and he hit a glass window. Highly amusing." Gabriel smirked and stifled a laugh that turned into a snort. "It's my wicked cunning and charm and wonderful sense of humor." He said when Tiana stated that he was making it quite hard for her to not laugh. He really wasn't openly trying to make her laugh, but it was his somewhat sarcastic nature. "Oh I know the feeling, son of Pluto, bad luck. Not to mention my sister got completely crazy, it did not do wonders for the reputation. People don't seem to like me much either." He said with a bit of a shrug of his shoulders.

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[Tiana Sinclair]

Tee wasn’t a fan of getting hurt, but she wasn’t a stranger to it. And she would continue to not be a stranger to it if it meant this. She laughed to herself at this small joke. He seemed pretty cool. And anyone who advised laughing at least seven times a day was very much cool in her book. She decided to try her hand at joking back. “So is eight considered overdosing on a good thing, or would I still be okay?” she asked with a smile.

The topic changed to watching people. He went on this admirable mission for a word as she curiously listened. By the end of it, she had no idea to what word he might be referring, but it was interesting. “Complex and simplistic at the same time. How interesting. I’ll have to keep that in mind when I venture out to people watch next. I usually do it at work, bad as that sounds. I’m a stocker at the grocery store on Vine in New Rome. Can’t have the antisocial one ringing people out! But as I stock or help people find stuff, I like to examine surreptitiously what they are buying. What you get at the grocery store says a lot about you. It’s kinda fun.”

He mentioned the kinds of people who were rather stupid about head injuries and of course their fearless leaders and the Mars kids were first in her mind. So when he mentioned a Mercury kid hitting a glass window, she snorted a laugh. “Now that would be funny!” She nodded at his joke. “Now now, you shouldn’t joke about something that’s actually true. Gotta respect anyone with those character traits.”

She took on a more somber tone as he told her who he was, his parentage, and that neckache of a dead sister he had. “I kind of like Pluto. Does a heck a lot better running his place than that blowhard upstairs. So no hard feelings about your parentage. Your sister was batshit crazy though, sorry. Not denying that.” She took a deep breath and stretched her arms into the air casually. “Well, I’m a daughter of Trivia, who isn’t a favorite deity either. And I also have an abysmally selfish and stupid sister, except I have the misfortune of seeing her still even though she did us all a favor by kicking the bucket. So yeah, lots of family love on this end too. Do have an equally antisocial brother. Guess it’s a Trivia thing. Either you’re crazy like Rhiannon or you’re antisocial like Erich and I. No middle ground. And I’m not much liked either due to my powers, so I understand you probably a lot more than you would have expected when you helped me off the course. Which I kind of hope doesn’t mean you’re going to get upset and hop the Tee Is Crazy Train. Even my hyper-enthusiastic blood cousin did that, so you do what you need to do.” No, she most definitely did not have self confidence when it came to making friends and any hope of a not lonely future. She simply did not believe she deserved friends. She’d gotten her hopes up with that Mikayla girl who was actually related on the mortal side, but the kid dropped off the face of the earth without a word. And that was months ago. In Tiana’s mind, just for the crime of dashing her hopes, the brat deserved all manner of hell.

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A grin spread across his face as she made a joke at him about going over the whole seven chuckles ideal. "I totally think you'd be fine if you'd laugh more." In his honest and humble opinion if people around here laughed more then they wouldn't be so serious or uptight. Not that he wasn't dedicated to his own training, but there was a good reason that there needed to be a balance. You couldn't be so tightly wound up all the time. Honestly he didn't know how Chris could stay so wound up. Might have been because of the whole son of Jupiter in first cohort sort of deal. Gabe was responsible and could do things but there was no way he was as tightly wound up as the others were. Some days he wondered how he got in the best cohort to begin with.

"I know that place, I've been there for snacks a hand full of times." Gabriel said as he realized the place she was talking about where she worked. "I guess you'd probably see my basket as fairly pathetic." It seemed that there was just something sad about a couple of fruits for snacks and a bag of veggie crisps. He liked sweet things, but most of the American sweets were just too sweet. Gabe always preferred things with fruits, they were naturally sweet and not too sweet.

"You seem to be rather nice and charming. It's easy to talk to you." Gabriel stated with a tilt of his head. She was really nice, a bit nicer than some of the other women around here. Not that he didn't like women, he totally liked them. But to be honest, he felt as if he was really scared of them. They were pretty intimidating. Too beautiful, too crafty, there were even some that he felt like would pick him up and throw him in the fountain if he even spoke to them.

"Oh yes, my sister was totally nuttier than a Christmas fruitcake. But I dunno, I've always felt like my dad was the chillest of the big three. In the stories he gave people so many chances and the still screwed it up." Gabriel listened as she talked about her brothers and sisters. He had heard of Rhiannon and all the crazy stuff she had done. Gabe honestly couldn't believe that they let the traitors stay in the camp and city. "I think everyone has their own brand of Crazy they have to deal with. I think it's simply of finding someone who's crazy matches your own crazy. I mean I'm totally crazy and odd, but you know, I hear all the most amazing people in the world are crazy. It's just a matter of finding the right sort of crazy. And for the record, I don't think you're crazy." Gabriel was one of those people that was totally honest. He couldn't bring himself to lie to someone. It was just down right depressing to know that people would lie at the drop of a hat.

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[Tiana Sinclair]

He had a nice smile. And it made her smile that she’d managed to make him smile, so they probably looked like a pair of idiots sitting there smiling away. “Okay, good, I’ll see what I can do then.” She gingerly poked at her head. It was getting better. She debated as to if she should inform him of this, eventually deciding not to. If he knew she was feeling a bit better, he might clear out, and she was feeling particularly selfish right now and wanted him here. At least, she assumed it was selfishness, as she didn’t normally experience good emotions around other people anymore unless they were about four years old. She honestly didn’t think herself capable of it anymore. So her wanting him here, she chalked up to selfishness. She automatically assumed the worst in most scenarios and figured it was her injury that caused him to be nice. That maybe he was just pitying her and trying to make her smile since she was hurt.

He mentioned having gone to the grocery store she worked at a hand full of times and she guiltily racked her brain trying to remember him. Oh no. She couldn’t remember ever seeing him. Oh no, oh no. “Please. The only reason I would think you pathetic was if you were one of those people who eats the food as they shop, then take the empty container to the register. Because it’s so hard to wait until you actually own it.” She let out a choppy laugh.

Then she stopped; everything stopped. Even her lungs stopped. She felt hot, which was weird, because her powers didn’t allow her to feel heat. She didn’t realize it, but her face was red. It took her a full five seconds to realize she wasn’t even breathing. She hadn’t been this surprised since she had learned as a fourteen year old that she could produce fire. Nice? Charming? Easy to talk to? She let out an odd laugh when she realized that he might be waiting for a response. That social exchange rules dictated a response. “I… thanks.” There was so much fuddled in her mind. She was starting to realize that her thoughts were wrong. She glanced at him curiously and he looked genuinely happy. Like the kind of happy that reaches your eyes and makes them sparkle a bit. No one could fake the sparkle. “I hate to be a word-stealing and all, but… right back at you.”

The thought of family aided in shaking her out of the daze. She unabashedly took a knock at his sister, but really, if he thought Felicity had been a great person, then she had no desire to associate with him because that chick was evil. The way he called her nuttier than a fruitcake made her bust up laughing though, picturing the pompous and thankfully dead brat as a holiday treat that everyone used as a doorstop. “That is the most beautiful analogy I’ve ever heard in my life. May I borrow it for Rogers?” she asked, referring to her own dead sister. She nodded, which kinda hurt, but who cared. “Yeah. I felt bad for him when I learned his story, you know? Poor guy got jipped with living underground and not getting invited up top. But you’re right, I always thought highly of him. Like the other two have issues, but it always seems Lord Pluto has it under control. And can we just take a moment to appreciate the fact that he has never turned an innocent bystander into a cow?”

She confessed her craziness and told him he could book if he felt the need to and he came back with the most curious answer she’d ever heard. Gods, he had to stop it! He was so nice! She really wanted to hang out more with him, but was afraid he’d realize she really was not just crazy, but mean and dangerous. And – she couldn’t lie – he was getting her hopes up a lot here. So she couldn’t let him get close. She couldn’t let herself get close. She was a monster of hate and fire. Either she would hurt him accidentally, or he would come to his senses and walk away.

Which was why even she was stunned when she blurted out, “You want to get lunch?”

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"Oh wow, people actually eat as they shop?" Gabriel's face held a look of surprise. He really couldn't believe what she was telling him. "I thought they only did that in films and tv shows." Not that he thought she was telling him a story just to muck with him, but people were really that big of slobs? They really couldn't wait to get home to start shoving food in their faces? But he really wasn't surprised at the same time. He had seen and met plenty of people in this whole crazy Legion. Not to mention that they seemed to have all kinds of odd people that came and served. For crying out loud his sister was probably the dumbest thing in the world. Or how Edmund acted. Or that little forge girl in the wheelchair. It was crazy how many different people came through, so the fact that there were people who would snack as they walked the grocery store, while pretty stupid and slightly disgusting, it really wasn't as uncommon as he thought it was.

Gabriel had always been an easy to get along with and happy individual. He preferred to be that way, made life easier. To chill out and hang out were much less stressful than being wound up all the time. "So what does a lovely lady like you prefer to do with her time?" Gabriel just wanted to know what sorts of things she liked, he was always curious if girls liked to read. He also couldn't help but wonder what her favorite book was. He felt a bit stupid and silly if he came right out and asked. Apparently there were people that got a bit mad if you asked them if they liked to read and more along the lines of that apparently he was a demi-god who could read.

"Go for it. She's a might bit crazy. Feel free to use it for anyone." He was free with his colorful insults. He wasn't exactly someone who liked to use insults, but when he came up with one, he came up with some good ones. And he wasn't exactly as colorful as the Mars kids either. Not to mention that their father was the best when it came to the whole insulting people. He had been there when Charlie had gotten super wound up from people being stupid and he knew for a fact her mouth could make a sailor blush. "I actually hear that he's kind of a hard judge in the underworld, my step-mother seems to be the level headed of the two. She's nice though, but from the stories I hear, idiots seem to take the chances she gives and throw it back in her face. I bet when that happens my dad would probably put his head into the wall, know I'd probably do that." Gabe tilted his head to the side as his neck popped and the little crick had gone nearly as quick as it came. "yeah he's never turned anyone into a cow, and he's supposed to be the one who holds grudges."

Gabe blinked as he was asked out to lunch. Well this was a first. He had never been asked anywhere by a lady before. "Sure, my treat." He said as a wide grin spread across his face.

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Tiana laughed, having a genuinely good time. “Exactly! You know, once I even found an empty wrapper! Didn’t bother to pay!” She shook her head as he continued. “The weird thing about this place is that almost everything available in movies actually can happen here. Like superpower stuff. We’re basically the Justice League or Avengers here.” She pressed her head a little harder, as it was throbbing just slightly from her laughing. She shook it off though. It was nice to be happy for a change. This Gabriel guy was so nice. And funny too. She knew better than to get attached to someone, but that voice was losing momentum.

Lovely? She felt herself blush and smile without really having made the decision to. What did she like to do with her time? Good question. “Well, I’m kind of an amateur artist. So I like to wander to fine stuff to turn into art. Other than that, probably just like listen to music and I’m trying to get myself to read a couple classics to feel more cultured.” She laughed. “Currently reading Emma by Jane Austen and I gotta say, it’s pretty funny actually. I think I’ll get more of her work from the library in the future.” She smiled at him warmly. “And yourself?” She couldn’t get herself to admit she thought he was really handsome. Not out loud. He was much braver than her, or reckless, whichever. She liked it though. Her opinion of him probably showed, though, in the fact that her face had not completely lost that pink tint.

Tee laughed. “Wonderful. Shall I credit you, or do you wish to remain anonymous?” It was a good insult. He should write a book, if that was the kind of amazing stuff he came up with. The topic moved to parents and she couldn’t not compliment his father. Besides the fact that he had a great son, she did respect him. “Oh? Yeah, I guess I could see that. Though… you talk like you’ve met them.” Tiana had never met her mother and was one hundred percent okay with that. “I never really thought about Proserpina. I mean, she’s goddess of Spring, so how bad can she be? Spring is like really, really nice. Though it is also tornado season…” She let out a soft laugh. “That’s because you are a quality person. Rare in these parts.” She mentally crossed her fingers that that wasn’t a bad thing to say. He confirmed the lack of cow myths and she smirked. “Yeah, funny how that works.”

She didn’t really think about it when she asked him to lunch. It just kind of happened. It was stupid; she shouldn’t be doing this. But she wanted to. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until he said yes, though what he said with the yes made her purse her lips. “Hey, I’m the one who invited. What kind of person would that make me if I make you pay?” That and him paying felt a lot like a real, actual date and that made her nervous. She had never in her life been on a date and had written it off as impossible.

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NOTES: I love them!!