can you -dig- it? ( clare )

[cameron]

It was never too long between each of Apollo's visits to the beaches. They were some of the only places that he could keep at a constantly heated temperature without any mortals questioning it too much. Granted, Neptune's sea water was invading his territory (because yes, he considered the beach 'his territory'), but he supposed without the water it wouldn't be much of a beach, would it? Well, at least it'd have the sand-and no doubt the attractive women. Because no insult to his designated uncle, but the women certainly didn't go to the beach to swim. No, they went for the tan-or in some cases, sunburn-that his sun provided, or they went to catch a glimpse of a guy who looked even halfway as decent as the god himself. Not even a false statement, considering Apollo had already noted several glances, or even leers, from a giggling woman or two. Not that he minded, he grinned mischievously to himself as he slid his shirt over the top of his head and tossed it carelessly into the sand. He had the temperature set up to the perfect degree for a beach day, hot enough for a game of beach volleyball to be entertaining, yet cool enough for it not to be taxing (for the other players that was).

Somehow after only ten minutes of being at the beach, the god had managed to rope several people into a game of beach volleyball. Impressive considering that most were only either present to surf or to tan. Then again, he had a persuasive nature about him, especially with the unsuspecting girls-who had happened to make up the majority of the beach volleyball teams that he had comprised. He'd managed to rope in a guy or two though, for competition's sake, because only one of the lovely ladies happened to show any sort of decency when it came to the sport. And while they were pretty enough to look at, as much as his fellow gods suggested otherwise, he appreciated a little substance in his company.

The games still didn't last long though, despite his and the other competitors' efforts. Well, he supposed two hours was technically a long time for mortals, but for himself, it hardly seemed to pass much time. At least not in the grand scheme of things. Still, he didn't protest much-he wasn't nearly as demanding as his father that was for certain. Instead he just simultaneously gave a flirtatious wink and a rather playful farewell salute to the last departing girl, before turning the beat-up volleyball over lazily in his hands. Skimming the landscape of the beach briefly with his eyes, he didn't see in any point in inviting anyone else to another quick game. It had to be nearing dinner time at this point so the crowds were considerably thinned, and those remaining hardly looked motivated enough to provide any real entertainment. So instead of pestering someone about another round, he set the volleyball up in the air for himself repeatedly, singing "I'm Yours" quietly to himself while debating the possibilities of how he might waste the rest of his night. He supposed he could visit Camp Jupiter, maybe even check up on his own boys, but the idea of having to sit like an elementary school kid in a cafeteria was enough to make him falter in his sets. Those Romans really were such no fun, weren't they? Oh hell, he could only hope his two weren't that bad. Then again, they couldn't be, could they? After all, they were related to him. That should have been enough to guarantee their amazing status level.




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[/color] clare!
word count ;;[/color] 608
notes ;;[/color] first apollo post! hopefully not too bad! and i hope you appreciate the punny volleyball title.
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BEACH DAAAAAY! This was officially the best day of the last three months. She’d gotten up the guts to bat her eyelashes at Zidane – which ended up not being needed really since he was always so nice about stuff – and gotten permission to venture forth from the land of rules and romans for a while and have some fun! She kept hidden deep in her Little Mermaid tote an imperial gold knife and a bottle of water just in case of emergency. And considering her big-3 tendencies, that was a real possibility outside of camp grounds. But it was one she was willing to take in order to have fun and get away from the monotony that camp could be.

So a taxi trip later, she was at the beach, possibly her favorite place in the world. The moment she hit the end of the boardwalk and the start of the beach, she’d pulled off her flip-flops and cover-up and stuffed them in her tote bag and ran full-tilt for the water’s edge. The ocean! Her dad’s home turf, and what she considered her own as well. She ran up her knees in the cool water. Though the chill of the water – it was February after all – didn’t seem to get to her. That was sort of normal, though. As long as it wasn’t frozen solid, she didn’t really notice temperatures so much when it came to water. For a minute, she just stood there and wiggled her toes in the cool sand under the water and let the waves lap against her legs. It made her feel awake and alive more than anything – even coffee (which was a dangerous thing for her) and taffy. The spirit of the ocean was in her blood.

Sadly, there weren’t a lot of fish around to talk to, this being a swimming-designated area. And the fact that there was a decent change she might get weird looks if she attempted to dive out where only boats and insane people went and didn’t come up for an hour. Yeah, that might not be a good idea. So she hitched her bag higher on her shoulder and looked around for what sort of good stuff there was to do. Her eyes fell on a beach volleyball net and the lone guy standing near it. Well, that was no fun. How could you play by yourself? She decided it was her singular and ultimate duty right this moment to make sure that no one had to be all by themselves right now, starting with the guy bouncing the volleyball. Not that she had any experience really with volleyball, but he needed company, so it would work out somehow.

She set off out of the water. Thankfully there was no one too near her to realize that her legs were not wet at all, as she was too distracted to mentally force herself to get wet. Besides, it was just her legs, so who would notice? If it was her cute little red polka dot swimsuit or certainly her hair or something more dramatic like that, then she’d have to concentrate to fit in, but that was not the case at the moment. She made a beeline for the man at the volleyball court. As she got to the edge of what she deemed must be the court, she dropped her beach tote in the sand, it not even occurring to her that leaving it on its own might not be one hundred percent smart. But that was the last thing on her mind. She had a mission to accomplish! This guy needed a friend. “Hi! I’m Clare! You look all alone over here. Want some company?” She gave him her brightest smile to accompany it, not even thinking that there could be a ‘no’ option to her offer.

Tag: Apollo!
Word Count: 642
Outfit: tah dah!
Epic Beach Bag: behold!

[cameron]

Apollo had already given up on the prospect of finding new company when the soft lilt of a girl's voice reached his ears. Catching the volleyball easily with the tips of his fingers, the god drew his attention away from his sport and to the young girl who was practically bouncing on her heels just a few yards away. Of course the first thing he noticed was the bouncing, but following that, there were so many other things to notice about her that highlighted her enthusiastic spirit. The golden curls, the brilliant white smile..and yes, he did acknowledge the fact that she was toting around a bag decorated with the characters of The Little Mermaid. That last fact alone could have made him smile, but if asked, he would answer that it was the entirely positive and bubbly aura that surrounded her that made his lips quirk up in an amused smile. Amused, but hardly patronizing. No, just looking at the young girl, he couldn't imagine treating her with anything less than kindness. After all it was people like her-and him-that kept the atmosphere lively and light (pun intended).

Second to her bubbly persona, the god noted-and greatly appreciated-the beauty of the girl. Because really, if you didn't expect Apollo-of all people-to notice a pretty face, then you really didn't know Apollo at all, now did you? Now of course thirdly, there was the fact that she was, indeed, a demigod. His sister would have called him unobservant for not noticing that first, but hey, he had priorities (and they didn't include always keeping an eye out for potential recruits for a merry band of man-hating brats..unlike his sister). Clare. Clicking his tongue slightly, he titled his head to the side. The lightbulb came to him only a second later, as he realized that there was a rather high possibility that this was Neptune's Clare. When one of the 'Big Three' (cue the roll of Apollo's eyes) had a demigod child, that child was always well-known in the immortal world. Or at least well-known by the gods that decided to pay enough attention.

"Hello there, Miss Clare.

[/color]" He grinned, tucking the volleyball in the crook of his arm as he walked over to meet her at the side the designated court. "Actually...I would absolutely love the company. Especially when it comes in the form of such a beautiful young lady.[/color]" Apollo winked flirtatiously, dipping his head slightly and offering his free hand for her to take, if she so desired, so that he might escort her to the center of the court. "You wouldn't happen to care to play would you?[/color]" Not that he minded if they just stopped for a chat instead, but when it inevitably got back to Neptune that his little girl was playing nice with the god of the sun, Apollo felt like he would be less likely to get choked by salt water if there was an innocent activity involved in their meeting.

"Oh how rude of me..The name's Apollo by the way, princess.[/color]" Cue the shock right about now, he supposed. Or the awe. He wasn't sure yet. Perhaps a little bit of both would be nice.





tag ;;[/color] clare!
word count ;;[/color] 537
notes ;;[/color] shorrrt >.>
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There was one thing in Clare’s mind that was better than beach days (though possibly not by too much a margin), and that was making new friends. And this guy seemed like he would be a great friend. And he was really good at sports, judging from how well he was… volleying? Was that the right word? Ah well. That. So maybe she could learn a new game as well! And, okay, he was not too hard on the eyes as well, but she paid surprisingly little amount of attention to that part. And he did have a nice smile, which just seemed to radiate warmth.

She smiled brightly in return at his greeting. He seemed very nice! Today’s trip to the beach was turning out to be a brilliant idea. She couldn’t deny that she was probably blushing, though, at his compliment. “Aw, thank you. That’s really sweet of you.” Especially with the wink to boot. She grinned and dipped her own head in return, reaching up to take his hand. “Oh, I’d love to play. I can’t promise how good I’ll be, but as long as you don’t mind that part. Would you be okay with sharing a few pointers?” She just hoped her new friend didn’t mind that she wasn’t exactly a great volleyball player. He didn’t seem like the type to mind, but just to be safe.

Kicking off her flip flops quickly next to her bag, she walked with him out onto the court. “Such a beautiful day, isn’t it? The sunshine feels so warm and inviting. Perfect day for the beach, huh?” So it was just idle chatter that was sort of a habit of hers to fill any open space with, but it was something to talk about, right? Besides, it really was a nice day. Hardly a cloud in the sky and just the right temperature to not be too hot or too cool. She silently thanks Zidane yet again for letting her leave for the beach. There was always an inherent risk with leaving the safe borders of the camp, given that her blood was a little on the potent side when it came to getting monsters’ attention. But it was so worth it when there weren’t any disturbances like today was so far turning out to be.

When he said something about being rude, she opened her mouth to insist that he wasn’t rude at all, which really just turned into her mouth hanging open once she heard what he had to say. She let out a soft gasp. “Are you really?” she said with some degree of awe. She stopped short to bow slightly. “Lord Apollo!” she said at least with some effort to keep it at a whisper so as not to confuse mortals who might overhear. “What a pleasure! It really is!” She tried to think of something else to say that would be appropriate for the occasion, but ended up almost starting a few sentences before giving up.

Tag: Apollo!
Word Count: 502
Note: Short short short, but in my defense, it's late.