Well She Wasn't Called Ve-Nice.( open )

[maddison]

The scary thing about Maddi-Correction: One scary thing (considering there were many reasons to be terrified of her) about Maddi was that she was a hidden force to be reckoned with. As a claimed descendent of Venus, Maddison Petroski was not expected to be of much, or any, worth to the Camp. Then again, it wasn't as if she gave them much reason to believe otherwise. She followed the role that most expected of her : obsessed over her makeup, bought outrageously expensive clothing, and bitched at every innocent passerby. Typical Venus behavior if you asked anyone around the Camp. Though there was the other side of Maddison that was hardly atypical of her family. She had to assume it was inherited from her other immortal ancestor. Because while she was grateful to her grandmother for granting her the gifts of beauty, a great fashion sense and charmspeaking, she had to tip her fashionable fedora (which was sitting on her bed back in her cohort) to her other favorite grandmother as well.

An equal amount of Nemesis' blood ran through her veins, which she concluded was the reason that she was different from her siblings in two very obvious ways. The first one being that while the rest of her siblings (or aunts/uncles) could be rather rude...Maddi took the cake as the Camp's Queen Bitch. She had a habit of verbally lashing out, and she was rather skilled at it too. Something which she was quite proud of, but that no one else could appreciate in the same manner. Possibly because they were either too scared of her, or too irritated with her to acknowledge her sheer brilliance when it came to crushing people under her perfectly manicured claws.

Now she had never actually met Nemesis, but she had to assume that as the goddess of revenge, she wasn't known for being a nice person either. Something they had in common. If she was being honest, Maddison would have loved to be introduced to the goddess, she had a feeling that they would get along quite well. Or as well as Maddison could get along with anyone.

As for the second unusual thing about Maddison that she attributed to her grandmother, there was the actual enjoyment she found in violence. She didn't have a mastery over all weapons like the Mars kids, or a loaded shock in her touch like one of the few Jupiter kids. But she was certainly a match for any camper. She was surprisingly as lethal as her silver-tipped tongue when it came to hand-to-hand combat. Something which her opponents in the field today were learning quickly. She had purposefully slid into a group of guys who were training in hand-to-hand, something which they had merely laughed at. Well they certainly weren't laughing by the time she was finished with them, something which made her smirk widen. Maddison was always in a bad mood which wasn't unusual, but it was decidedly worse than usual. Unfortunate for the three boys, that meant humiliation at her overly angry hand (because if you went around saying you got beat up by Maddison Petroski, you might as well just hide your face in shame from the rest of the camp-as most saw it). Needless to say, they left fairly quickly after she was through having her fun. Blowing them each a small sarcastic kiss as they scurried away, Maddison tipped back her waterbottle, swallowing a few sips of water-with a smirk still ever present on her lips (satisfied with herself even though she could feel bruises already rising to the surface of her skin).


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Remus was doing one of the things that he did like to do on occasion, but it certainly couldn’t be counted as that common a thing. He had sheathed his sword at least half an hour ago and not touched it since. Instead, he was watching the battlefield like he was picking out the weakest of the herd to attack. Which, in all honesty, was basically true. After all, a team was only as strong as its weakest member. So he considered it a good idea to size up the troops every once in a while. If there was a problem… he had ways of fixing it. Not through bloodshed and death as a good portion of the camp would likely guess. Contrary to popular belief, he didn’t actually think that manslaughter was a good method for much of anything. Then again, his methods weren’t exactly the kindest in the camp. But when did kindness build fearless warriors? One did not become a proper Legionnaire with smiley faces and unicorn stickers. Which explained why people like Nate Holloway kinda sucked at this stuff.

So that brought him to where he was now, standing like a statue at the sidelines of the Field of Mars where a decent chunk of the camp was going through standard training drills. He had his eyes on a pair of younger campers, maybe twelve tops, who were actually doing fairly well in their little duel. He was fairly confident there were a couple of the older campers who would get their butts handed to them by those two. It was that kind of thing that gave Remus hope for the future. Young minds, taking their heritage and their duties seriously. Then there was a rather hopeless Ceres kid a little ways over who was apparently splitting his attention on the battlefield between sword-defense, and trying to conjure some form of plant to trip his opponent. A good effort, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was obviously cracking under the pressure of a blade coming at him.

He was perfectly ready to go see to the unfortunate situation too. After all, battle was unpredictable. It wasn’t unheard of for a second opponent to show up out of the blue. How many had perished at Orthys because they had allowed themselves to get too wrapped up in a single combatant? More than he liked. But he had to put that idea on the backburner for later when he noticed another person heading off purposefully for a practicing group. And, well, Remus never missed a chance to tell off one of his least favorite legionnaires (and that was saying something): Maddison Petroski. Legacy of Venus and Nemesis and Camp Bitch. And, though he would never admit it to a soul, a decent fighter too. Which she was making very evident to a trio of unsuspecting idiots. He made note to find those three later. Only a fool underestimated their opponent. Better to overestimate and take a quick, glorious victory, than relax and lose bitterly, as these boys were. She certainly made quick work of them, and seeing them run off like scared children with their tails between their legs was probably the highlight of his day so far.

Now it was his turn. He rested his hand on the hilt of his sword and headed over to where Maddi seemed to be enjoying her victory. “No battlefield allows time for you to get cocky, Petroski.” Well, it wasn’t a full-out insult, but knowing their history, it wouldn’t be long.

WORD COUNT: 593
TAG: Maddi (may the gods take pity on your soul)
MUSE SONG: right here
NOTES: Avoiding gifs because all of his don't really work or are just creepy...

[maddison]

Screwing the cap back onto her water with a twist of her fingers, Maddi was perfectly prepared to either move on to her next victim-or better yet, call it a successful day and head on back to her cohort. Though she supposed that either option would be much too easy, now wouldn't it? Her question was quickly answered as she noticed the quick and irritating approach of the second most hated person in Camp. And yes-that meant she had acknowledged the fact that she was public enemy number one around these parts. She wasn't quite proud of it-oh why did she need to lie, of course she was proud of it.

Remus and she were each horrible in their own different styles of course. Maddison was a stone cold bitch, who was more likely to drive people to insanity, or tears, with her vicious words. Remus, on the other hand, was simply a hard-ass. He knew no definition of fun, or how to let others have it without yelling at them to get back to their joy-packed daily training sessions. Not that Maddi was one to let other people have their fun either, but more often than not she only crushed peoples' self-esteem if they happened to directly cross her path. If they didn't get managed to steer clear of her, however, then they were free to have their fun. She didn't purposefully seek them out...unless Maddison was having a particularly bad day (that obviously needed cheering up in the form of reducing some other poor unfortunate soul to tears).

Somehow, however, she still ranked about him on the 'people to hate' list. Curious. Not that she would question it-she was perfectly aware of the fact, and okay with it, that she was a terrible person. Nonetheless, that didn't mean she appreciated the company of other equally-or almost equally-horrible people. Reason being, they were more likely to talk back when she chewed them out-and while that was fun, it was also rather irritating. Especially since Remus' voice alone was enough to crush a small child's dreams...and shatter their eardrums while he was at it.

Still, while she would have liked to have turned on her heel and gone off to give herself a well-deserved pedicure-she wasn't one to run away. Well, perhaps sometimes, but not when it was obvious that running away was, in fact, what she was doing. Which it would be at this point, seeing as Remus had clearly spotted her and was making a direct B-line for her. Opening her mouth to initiate the inevitable onslaught of insults, Maddison was beaten to the punch as he grumbled at her for being too egotistical and confident. Completely ridiculous and hypocritical coming from him, she believed.

"Remus....sweetheart," She began, pausing to add an extra hint of sickly sweetness to her tone. Because while a sharp-ended insult would have been better fitting for any other Camper, Remus was more likely to be angered by pet names. "No battlefield allows you time for being an a class-A jackass, but that hardly seems to stop you from doing so.

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tag ;; Remus<3 (...i don't know why i put hearts..it's both antiMaddi and antiRemus)
words ;; 520
notes ;; so short...and not very good, IM SORRY
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