Hate it when you do that (ELIJAH!)

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Amelia was bored. Which meant it was time for being super critical about people. After all, she still had about an hour before scheduled training. Unfortunately, it seemed like everyone else was busy. Even Maddi and Julia were nowhere to be found. She pursed her lips as she looked out over the market on the via principalis. She needed something to do. So she set out to find someone worth talking to. Or at. Or about. Whatever the occasion, she was ready and perfectly willing to play the oh so needed fashion help for this sad little camp.

Archery course, field of Mars, Coliseum in New Rome. No, no, and hmm, maybe later. The obstacle course was plenty close and handy. And there were a good number of people there. Most training, but a few not. She tried to strike up conversation with one of the bystanders but quickly remembered that she didn’t bother that person for a reason as she had to fend off the babble about the latest weaponry or something silly like that. So she made up a reason that she wanted to watch the people going through the course to get a better idea on how to do it herself and the genius kid bought it. Unfortunately, that meant she had to do some watching. So she took to ‘helping’ them out.

“You really should have gone for khaki shorts, not jeans. Much more give.” She started off with the nearest person, who, in her opinion, was making it much too hard on themselves by picking terrible clothes to wear. Besides, she could tell that they’d worn those shorts for one too many training sessions as they weren’t looking so fitting anymore and there were more dirt spots on them than she cared to count. Oh, then there was the girl passing her on the way back from the end of the course. She cringed. “Oh, sweetie… I know it’s sunny, but visors are only for fat tourists with ‘I love New York’ t-shirts. I have some sunglasses you can try!” she called after her as the girl gave her a look and stormed off. Really, though, she did look terrible.

She heaved a sigh and fanned herself with her hand for a moment. The sun was brutal, though at least she had sufficient sun screen on. She silently – miracles do happen – watched a couple people go through the course with only a few other comments on training style or clothing style before turning her attention to the climbing wall. And stopped. One person stood out, probably because he was not a small guy, and he was one of those really good-looking ones. And he was covered in so many scars it made her consider donating a thing of cover up for his sad cause. Then the name clicked, so she walked over to the side of the base of the wall and watched him for a second before piping up. “Hey, I know you, don’t I? Um, Elijah, right? Son of Vulcan.” She decided not to go into the fact that he was a well known jerk and about the worst tempered person she knew here, seeing as this was her first time actually talking to him and that didn’t seem the best way to start things out. Even by her standards. “Didn’t I see you in the war games last week. You were on the defense side right? And totally took that Ceres boy out. While I shouldn’t say so since we were on opposite sides, well done. He sort of had it coming.”

Tag: Elijah
Word Count: 600

[elijah]

Elijah was beginning to see his reason for often lingering in either his barracks or the armory. There were less moronic people there. Or at least the ones that did linger there were to the point where they could tolerate his temper and his sarcastic remarks that would usually send the others running for Praetor Remus. Well perhaps not Remus, that kid was just about as screwed over in the emotionally caring department as Elijah was. That Zinger...Zebra, whatever the hell his name was..The other praetor, okay? Regardless of his name, people were much more likely to run to him with their tail tucked if they were looking for someone to sympathize with them or to coddle them. Which made the praetor himself look that much more like a freaking therapist than like an actual Roman praetor. Shame, Elijah had to wonder if the boy knew that and ignored it because he lacked self-respect, or if he was completely oblivious to that fact.

Glaring pointedly at one of the other campers looking to climb the section of the wall that Elijah had just recently deemed as his section, he easily managed to scare the little boy, of about twelve, off. Campers these days. Was it him, or were they getting more and more afraid of him? They probably were. Good for them. But also bad for them, because unfortunately he was like a shark in a way: he could smell fear, and when he did, he'd attack. Well, or he was also likely to roll his eyes and turn away from the coward with a certain feeling of disgust about him. The latter being what he opted to do in this case because it simply wasn't worth the effort to come up with a witty reply to further whittle the kid's mood down until it was scraping at the bottom of the metaphorical barrel.

Curling his fingers aggressively around one of the fake rocks, Elijah began his determined trek up the rather fake-looking rock wall (really, at least these Romans could spare some cash for the sake of realism). He was doing quite well too, nearly at 3/4 of the way before a high, reedy voice started to pick at his nerves. He could hear her coming for a couple of minutes, but he still wasn't psychologically prepared to deal with her spoiled rotten stupidity when she arrived. And for the last time, he didn't want to hear, from any Venus kid, that his shorts didn't properly flatter his ass. Because well, their personalities didn't perfectly flatter his temper yet that didn't seem to stop them from pestering him. Actually, on second thought, their personalities were not particularly flattering when compared with anything, aside from perhaps the personality of Charles Manson.

Breathing out almost a literal snarl, Elijah attempted to promptly ignore the girl's rambling. It was a bit difficult though when her voice was so thin, reedy, and infinitely annoying. "No, you don't, princess.

[/color]" He finally replied, grinding out the words as he climbed up another level on the wall, trying to further the distance between him and the girl. "Let me compliment you on your storytelling skills though. That was just an excellent story, really. Thanks for sharing it, because, oh, it's not like I lived it. No, no, I really needed that fascinating recap.[/color]" Elijah turned his attention away from the rock wall long enough to grant her a smirk dripping with pure sarcasm.





tag ;; amelia
word count ;; 580
notes ;; he's so friendly.


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Running into people and telling them whatever came to her mind as important unfortunately had its down sides. She would be the last to admit, though, that she wasn’t always fond of that. Not just because it didn’t get her good attention like she so greatly adored, but because it was harder to get close to people when her natural instinct was to antagonize them. That was what Maddi and Julia were for, she explained it away. She had everything she needed to be perfectly happy. Yep, something like that.

And besides, most people just didn’t appreciate her wisdom when it came to clothes or style. She usually brushed it off and found another person to pester. In a crowded camp like this, that usually wasn’t very hard. And there was always someone she could strike up a real conversation with. After all, not everyone here was a complete jerk like scar boy here. Then again, her definition of being worth anything usually extended to family alone. Ah well. Besides, there were some people who were almost fun to hate on, like that Edmund kid, or the ever-depressing Felicity. And there were also the avoid at all costs like Annaleigh. This camp was just full of all sorts of different people that provided a lovely spectrum to comment on when she wanted to. Oh, and don’t even get her started on that one retired soldier guy she caught in the Forum with a Snuggie and flip flops on. She gave him Tartarus for that one.

But it was people like Elijah ‘The Total And Complete Ass’ Sanders who bugged even her. Walking away would be smart, but judging from that nasty little smirk on his face, that would be a victory for him and she was not about to allow that to happen. So she took a deep breath and let it out, frustrated, and crossed her arms. She would win this one. Even if she had to climb up there and kick his butt personally.

“Well, Prince Charming, excuse me for greeting you. And for congratulating you on a game well played, because gods know that winning means nothing around here for most people. I figured with all those ugly scars you must put some value in beating yourself up out there. So I’m terribly sorry to have insulted Your Highness.”
She rolled her eyes, more to herself since his back was once again turned on her. “Also, I should probably note that I have a feeling your story telling or even just socializing skills are not that great either, oh Smart One. So you really have no room at all to talk. Also, there’s a big spot of mud on your back, so it looks like you fell in dung or something. You might want to take care of that, Romeo.”

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Word Count: 474
Note: sadly short, but to the point

[elijah]

Was it too much to ask that this girl might just drop dead? Or was that too harsh of a request? Oh, who was he trying to kid, he really didn't even care if the request was too harsh, because to him, it only seemed reasonable. He highly doubted that she contributed much to the camp besides her nice legs, after all. Because, they were nice. But back to the point, she was essentially useless, and thus, it was unlikely that she would be missed anyhow. Besides perhaps by Maddison Petroski or Julia Porter-both of which he favored better than this girl, for the simple reason that they knew well enough to leave him to his own horrible devices. This Amelia girl, yes he knew her name, if only because she was pretty to look at from afar (extreme emphasis on afar, because he certainly wasn't fond of her up close, that much was clear), must have been the unintelligent one of the Venus bunch. Not that there weren't a few unintelligent ones, but unlike the rest of the camp, he didn't bias himself against any particular immortal parent-no, he preferred to hate them all equally for his own reasons.

"I prefer king, actually

[/color]" Elijah muttered beneath his breath, quiet enough so that she couldn't make out his words even if she wanted to. Actually he would have preferred no title, since it would mean that she had taken the hint and retreated. "Scars aren't ugly princess, that's you.[/color]" The boy retorted, hooking his hand around another fake rock and pulling himself up further. It was becoming rather difficult to focus though, what with her picking at his mood like a vulture. Not that he was ever in much of a good mood, but he didn't need someone to volunteer to take his bitter mood to worse in mere seconds. He especially didn't like to hear about how distasteful his scars were because the fact of the matter was, a good majority of them were still lingering as a result of his step-father's abuse and given that, it was a bad idea for anyone to bring them up in general.

"Yes well, at least my poor socializing skills are by choice. Your obnoxious personality, unfortunately, just can't be helped though.[/color]" Elijah pointed out, swinging a bit to the right to catch the next rock, nearly missing as he was so greatly irritated by the petite girl. Damn it, he internally grumbled as his knee banged painfully against the wall. Yes well, that would be leaving a bruise tomorrow morning. Glancing down again, Elijah offered her a deceptively kind smile before uttering yet another insult. "I'll be sure to take care of that, as soon as you fix that tan. It's looking rather uneven,[/color]" He risked pulling the weight off one of his hands so that he could gesture at his arm in an indication that her tan was completely hideous in that same general area. Of course it wasn't, it was perfect (ugh, gag him), but it would at least present her with a fleeting feeling of horror. Something which would amuse him greatly. "Though you know, while we're at it..I'm surprised you even know what a guy's back looks like..given that you probably can't see them since your own back is usually the one on the mattress.[/color]" After all, weren't Venus girls notorious for being easy?





tag ;; amelia
word count ;; 569
notes ;; bahaha, i love this guy already.


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He was ignoring her. There was hardly anything that Amelia hated more. She crossed her arms tighter and scowled at his back – which wasn’t a bad view, but as he was ticking her off, she pushed that thought away fast. He was not worth a single positive thought right now. Maybe later when she had blown off some steam and could go back to not being around him at all. But right now, she had a mission, and that was to win this argument whatever it took.

She could only just make out what he was saying about scars and gods help him if that was saying she was ugly. She rolled her eyes. “Then maybe we can talk about that nasty bruise on your head. Oh, sorry, that’s your face.” Not her best retort, but it would do in a pinch. Besides, there was a decent chance he was tuning her out anyway, the stupid great brute. She let out her breath in a ‘ptt’ at his all too common sort of bash against Venus girls. Not like that wasn’t something she wasn’t utterly and completely used to. Though the corner of her mouth climbed slightly when he nearly didn’t make the foothold. He had so earned that. Actually, he would likely have earned a full-out fall about now.

“So you admit that you’re an ass by your own choice. So why do you hate everyone, Grinch? This may be a news flash, but you’re not ‘holier than thou’.” She checked her fingernails, just to show she wasn’t fazed, or at least to try and give that impression. “How’s your knee doing, by the way?” she asked with a hint of cruel victory. True, cruel wasn’t really what she liked to think of herself as, but this was a special case. She didn’t like people getting hurt, unless they deserved it. And he did. “You bash that by choice too? Wow, you must be dumber than I thought.”

Then came the totally uncalled for comment on her tan. She took a step back an involuntarily looked herself over. No, it wasn’t uneven. No way. She had gone to every painstaking end to perfect it. Well, she’d just have to get Maddi’s opinion and do a little spot check maybe. Maddi, at least, she trusted. This guy? About as far as she could throw all of New Rome. Further infuriated by his little trick, she stamped her foot without even thinking about it. “Yeah, well, at least I have one. You, on the other hand, look utterly terrible.” Which he didn’t, minus the dirt spot, but hey. Telling him he was gorgeous was not the way to win an argument.

And then he had to open his big mouth. Her jaw dropped that he dared to say something like that. While she knew the reputation that most held for her siblings, it wasn’t something she followed at all. Actually, she was extremely strict about do’s and don’ts in that area, as her step-mom had attempted to get into the mind of an eight-year-old, however useful that could be. Without giving it a second thought, she leaned down and searched for just the right thing. There, a nice fist-sized rock. She grabbed it and pitched it at his back. “Why don’t you come down here and say that in arm’s length of me, huh!?” Oh, she would never let him live this down. If it sent her to her grave, she would come back and haunt his sorry butt for that one.

Tag: Elijah!
Word Count: 591
Note: Oh, these two are fun!

[elijah]

"Come up with that one all by yourself now, did you?

[/color]" The black-haired boy rolled his eyes, rather unimpressed with her failure of a comeback. If she was going to walk around acting like she was so much better than him in conversational skills, in appearance (well he'd give her that one actually), in, well, anything, then he expected her to at least do something to show that was better. That, he could respect. Yes, he would deal out the appropriate amount of respect to his opponents when it was well deserved. But when she couldn't even muster up enough wit to keep up with him then she didn't deserve an ounce of the respect that he reserved for the special few.

Grunting from the effort, Elijah finally managed to pull him to the top of the wall, where he promptly swung his leg over the edge to prop himself into a semi-comfortable seated position. Not bad time, he figured, brushing the dust off of his shorts before taking a quick second to examine his banged-up knee. Well actually it was a rather long second and his explanation for taking so long in examining it was quite logical: the longer he paid attention to it, the less time he would have to pay attention to Princess Peach. Now if only Bowser would come to kidnap her and take her far, far away with his pirate ship. It still seemed as though he could only hope though. The dying, the kidnapping, none of it had actually happened yet, which was a tad disheartening, really. "I have my reasons, none of which are any of your damn business so I hardly feel the need to go around sharing them with you.[/color]" Especially not when gossip spread like wildfire across a prairie in this Camp. The Venus girls and that Annaleigh girl, in particular, were usually responsible for that so there was even more reason for him not to tell a Venus girl. He didn't need the entire camp knowing that he was pissed off for all the right reasons. No, in fact, his reasons would most likely elicit pity from his fellow campers, and that was worse than simply being disliked by them.

"Yes, well, I was distracted..You see, there's this really irritating, dimwitted girl...If you knew just how obnoxious she was, I think you would understand how hard it is to keep your focus when you're being forced to deal with her. Someone, not myself though, might even liken her presence to torture.[/color]" He replied, clearly ignoring her inquiry as to how his knee was faring. He was tempted to reply with something as hostile as 'it'll fare better after I've properly kneed you in the face with it', however, unless he was in battle, he wasn't the type to hit a girl. No matter how irritating.

As expected, the girl look entirely too concerned about her tan. How pathetic. How even more pathetic that she thought he would care when she insulted his own skin tone. "Guess I'll just have to work on my tan then,[/color]" He called back mockingly, pulling his shirt over his head while maintaining balance on the wall before leaning back slightly and throwing it with near-perfect at the girl below.

Ducking left, Elijah barely narrowly managed to avoid the rock that was thrown his way. Not a bad arm actually. If only she was smart enough to use it in battle (because he highly doubted that she did that now). “Why? You can’t get up here all by your little self?[/color]” He smirked tauntingly. It was always more fun to goad them on than to just oblige to their wishes.





tag ;; amelia
word count ;; 618
notes ;; yes but all of ours are good fun together, right? xD


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This was not going well. Then again, that one wasn’t such a surprise. This was the infamous Elijah Sanders. He was well known for being camp’s biggest jerk. She rolled her eyes. She knew full well that her lame excuse for a comeback was just that: lame. But that didn’t mean that she wasn’t going to act indignant. So she did. “Just because you have a stick up your butt doesn’t mean you have to shove one up everyone else’s.”

She watched him examine his knee with some sense of success, bad as that sounded. He sure was taking his time. At the same time, though, she was glad to see that it didn’t look like it was banged to the point of bleeding, at least not from what she could see, which admittedly wasn’t much. A bruise would be nice, so that it would show whenever he wore shorts for the next few days, but bleeding was no good. Gross and unpleasant, to be exact.

“You know, talking helps you get things off your chest and feel better sooner. You should try it sometime. I don’t mean the arguing type either, wise guy.” Wasn’t that basically common knowledge? Then again, there was nothing all that common about Elijah. So if he didn’t know normal things, she really shouldn’t be that surprised.

She hardly paid attention to the fact that he was taunting her. That was all too normal really. People didn’t get along with her, it happened. Didn’t mean it was the end of the world. Though it also didn’t mean that she was about to leave him be either. “Yes, yes, yes, aren’t you clever. Not like I haven’t heard that before. Though, seeing as that doesn’t mean I’m just going to drop dead because a few people don’t like me, I’m afraid you’re stuck.”

And his comebacks were lacking as well. She was about to say something about his plans for tanning when he did the unexpected and pulled his shirt off. Well, it was obvious from the off that he took his training seriously, and well, if there was anyone who appreciated that on a guy, it was Amelia. So she utterly blamed him that the shirt actually managed to hit her, thankfully on the shoulder rather than square in the face. Hey, a girl couldn’t help a little distraction, could she? And besides, it wasn’t like it was a weapon or something. She was usually much more alert in training. Almost out of habit, she picked it up and folded it neatly so it wouldn’t wrinkle, which also served nicely as not having to look at him for a moment because the fact of the matter was, he was really good looking when his mouth was shut. “You might actually be fine without,” she muttered as she carefully set the shirt off where it wouldn’t get trampled.

And then there was that slight issue of him opening his mouth. She immediately forgot that he was hot and set herself on a destroy mission, more or less. Sadly, he did not get hit by her rock. Which was a right shame because he earned it. Well then, since he was inviting her, she’d just have to go up there and introduce his face to her fist. She didn’t bother answering his question, but rather decided it was high time to tackle this wall. Which in the mood of the moment, seemed like a great idea. So she did.

The first four or five feet went well, but the wall was a lot taller than four or five feet. And she was quickly remembering that she did not like the rock wall. Besides the fact that it looked hideous and not very rock-y. With some amount of struggle, she managed to get about three fourths of the way up before she made the fatal mistake of looking down to find the foothold. And she was probably fifteen feet up. And she did not like being fifteen feet up with only little plastic ‘rocks’ to keep her from falling. Automatically, she pulled herself as close to the wall as she could as the first hints of vertigo set in, and froze there. Her heart starting to race, she looked up at the smug shirtless guy perched atop the wall with no trace of the murderous vengeance she had had two minutes ago. There was nowhere left but up, especially if she didn’t want him to know that she was petrified right now. So, shaking like a leaf, she set to grabbing the next handhold. She could do this, she had to do this.

Tag: Elijah!
Word Count: 775
Notes: nothing like a good fight. And vertigo. Gods, I hate vertigo.

[elijah]

Leaning forward, Elijah lightly smacked his head against the cold exterior of the rock wall. How many times had he heard that phrase, or at least something similar to it? Too many times. "And just because I'm here, doesn't mean you have to verbally assault me.

[/color]" The boy retorted, already sick of her supposed logic. Was he a grump? Yes. Did that upset other people? Yes. But the thing was, he didn't seek them out. He didn't pull a Maddison Petroski and purposefully look for people so that he may make them miserable. No, he only really snapped back when some idiot or another decided to try and interact with him. With his reputation, they should have known better at this point, and if they didn't..well then they deserved the snark and sarcasm that he rained upon them. This Amelia girl, in particular, was no innocent bystander. Well, he supposed she had initially been attempting to play nice with him, but being nice to Elijah got her just about as far as being horrible to him would. Illogical but Elijah simply didn't respond well to...people.

"Oh yet another useless fact from you..How shocking.[/color]" He muttered beneath his breath, blowing a frustrated gust of air from his lips. "Talking it out was not how I was taught back home, little girl. I didn't need a therapist then, and I don't need one now. Especially not if it's you offering.[/color]" Not an entirely true statement. In all honesty, he could have used a therapist back then and now. Or perhaps a social worker..Either way, the boy really could have used someone to talk to at any point in his life. Though back then, no one was offering, and now, he had shut people out too much to want to talk.

Rolling his eyes, Elijah was finding that the more she opened her mouth, the more dimwitted she appeared. If she didn't wanted to be treated poorly, and it was obvious that he was going to do so, then why didn't she just walk away? Why was she being insistently stubborn when it came to sticking around? Actually, if he thought about it, that stubborn nature was oddly similar to his own. Except on her it was annoying. A little bit hot, but still annoying. Then again anything would look attractive on her but really only because she had been gifted in her appearance by her mother. "You know, if you're so upset with me trying to get your little thong in a twist then why do you intend on sticking around? It's not like you're accomplishing anything by doing so. Unless..unless you're sticking around because you got distracted by something?[/color]" Elijah smirked, gesturing slightly at his torso, a mocking glint in his eyes that came about when he caught her staring for a few seconds. "I guess the scars aren't that repellent because you've yet to wipe the drool off your chin, princess.[/color]" Obviously she didn't actually have a drop of drool on her face, in fact, he even doubted a little that she had been looking at all-but why not irritate her even more if the opportunity was available to him.

Did she really just fold his t-shirt? Venus girls. Apparently though he had insulted her enough to the point that she felt compelled to defend her honor. In fact, he'd give her some credit for tackling those first few feet of the wall rather quickly. At least she had determination, even if her purpose was pointless and stupid. Though she was quickly losing his respect as her pace slowed and he could see her fingers start to shake. In fact, he was on the verge of making a snarky, rude remark when she glanced up at him. Was that a small sparkle of fear that had her frozen in her place? It certainly seemed like it "You know princess, if you're going to try and act like a badass, at least follow through. Now relax, it's just a rock wall.[/color]" Reaching down in a rare act of helpfulness, Elijah wrapped his fingers around the girl's outstretched arm and helped pull her up the rest of the way.






tag ;; amelia
word count ;; 702
notes ;; how nice of him haha


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She was starting to regret coming over here. Well, sort of. Amelia didn’t back down on harassing someone, so the chances of her simply giving up on Elijah were slim to none. Just like that kid last week who seemed to think that the purple camp shirt and an atrocious paor pf blue swim shorts were a grand idea. And he’d had the nerve to argue back! Little snot. Didn’t he know that her expertise in the matter was a hundred times his? What was he, a child of… oh, who was it again? One of those minor gods she really didn’t know much about. And he was like thirteen and coated in pimples. What sort of fashion knowledge did he honestly think he had against her.

But back to her current issue. “You’re just angry I’ve never given you the honor before,” she said with some degree of taunting, not fully meaning it. She rolled her eyes when he shot down her idea on talking it out. “Yes, well, just because you don’t appreciate good advice when it smacks you in the face, that doesn’t make the one giving it stupid. And how do you know I’m as bad as you think?” Well, besides the fact that she was pestering him now, which may or may not have been a good indicator. Though when it came to people she liked like Maddi or Julia, she was a great listener most of the time. Just because she was a bit biased and totally adored them, so what? And since they got along with her in return, that sort of helped a ton too. Elijah, on the other hand, was most certainly not in that category. But that didn’t drive her away at this point.

Though the lack of a shirt was a nice change of pace. Until he noticed her staring and pointed it out for all the people running the course to hear. That part was not so appreciated. “Oh, don’t you wish?” she said with arms crossed. Even if it was true that she was staring and he was hot, that diminished a lot when he opened his big annoying mouth. And she was fairly sure she wasn’t drooling, so thankfully she didn’t check out of sheer reaction.

But the challenge to get up there herself, now that she couldn’t pass up. Even if it ended with her freaking out slightly. Despite her hardest efforts to hide it, she could tell that he recognized her fear. She was surprised to feel his strong grasp around her wrist and hurried to get up the rest of the wall with his help and perch herself next to him, holding on to the wall with a vise grip. His words, she could do without, but the help was, well, pretty much necessary or she wouldn’t be sitting here so quickly, if at all. “I wasn’t trying to be badass. You told me to climb the wall.” She finished in a mutter, “I just don’t like heights…” She cleared her throat. “Thanks.” Though there was just one problem. Now what? She looked out over the obstacle course before looking back to the now much closer shirtless Elijah. “So, um, come here often?” she asked with a joking smile. She had a feeling that the infamous Elijah Sanders could not take a joke to save his life, but still.

Tag: Elijah
Word Count: 566
Notes: haha, she’s not sure how to react to him being nice

[elijah]

"More like thankful,

[/color]" The dark-haired boy grumbled as she suggested that he could be anything but thankful that she hadn't pestered him before this point in time. If anything, he was fully prepared at that moment to lean over the side of the wall just so he might knock his head on the ground and suffer a temporary bout of unconsciousness. Oh gods, yes, that would be so much better than her undeterred harassment. Then again, he also had to wonder..would she just leave his unmoving body there like he would prefer, or would she insist upon calling the infirmary dorks round to check on him? Probably the latter if only so that when he woke back up, her face would be right there to irritate him again. Granted, she'd be a rather hot nurse to have sitting at his infirmary bedside..so long as she kept her mouth closed. Still, he probably shouldn't have been lingering on how attractive she was in the first place, regardless of how much he disliked her aside from that. Wasn't that how all of the Venus girls reeled in poor unsuspecting victims in?

Admittedly this girl's rambling abilities were impressive. How did one talk as much as she did and never get tired with it? He really did wonder, though not enough to ask. "It's not exactly the advice that you give that makes you stupid. No, it's the fact that you're stupid, that makes you stupid. You follow me, princess?[/color]" He pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, trying to contain his irritation enough so that he wouldn't build up his anger enough to the point where he spontaneously lit something ablaze. That was never good for anyone, himself or otherwise (though particularly bad for him given that sometimes using too much of his gifted power was actually hazardous to his own health). "As for how I know you're that bad? I would think it's obvious from this whole little interaction. Or catastrophe as one might call it..because I don't know about you, but I'm certainly not enjoying it.[/color]" Though from what he knew of her so far..she probably actually was enjoying putting him through this bizarre form of torture...Shouldn't this be illegal according to the Eighth Amendment? Perhaps he'd have to take this up with the Supreme Court.

"Hardly,[/color]" He huffed, though secretly the answer may have been yes. But only because then he could mock her for it, not for other idiotic reasons. Then again, he already had a few reasons to mock her..including her inability to climb a rock wall like, perhaps, a real Roman. A fear of heights though, well, he supposed he'd grudgingly have to give her a little credit for trying at all...Or not. "If you have a fear of heights, why the hell would you climb up here then? It's idiotic.[/color]" He muttered, ignoring her 'thanks' like he hadn't even heard it. After all, it was such an unusual concept for him that he was almost so bothered by it that it was just necessary for him to ignore it.

Glancing over at the girl, he raised his eyebrows slightly at her joking nature. Weren't they just grumbling at each other..or did she just have short-term memory loss or something? "Only on alternate Tuesdays.[/color]" He informed her with something of a smirk.





tag ;; amelia
word count ;; 566
notes ;; OUR WORD COUNTS MATCH..and yeah. xD


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Amelia usually wasn’t this persistent in annoying people. But this was a special case. Both the guy in question was hot, and she was not in the mood to give up any ground on this. And also, he was hot. But really, she was determined to show this guy that she wasn’t the pushover most people assumed her to be. Which he was making incredibly pointedly obvious that he agreed with this common idea. “And what makes you think I’m stupid? I could be a genius and you wouldn’t know it because of your silly bias.” After all, he wasn’t entirely right. She knew a whole lot about fashion, which was no simple topic, and about how to read people as well. And about politics, which probably sounded weird but her father had been greatly involved, so she knew a decent amount from him. “I would follow you, but I’m afraid you are sounding like the stupid one now.”

She rolled her eyes when he pinned down their argument as a catastrophe. Talk about over dramatization. And people said she was bad about that! “Catastrophe? Come on, it’s not that bad. Just because you can’t socialize to save your life. Don’t worry, all it takes is willpower and practice. So I’m actually doing you a favor if you think about it.” Which may or may not be true, given his obvious opinion of the whole matter, but to be honest, it was getting to be almost entertaining to push his buttons. That was probably not healthy, considering she knew he had the strength and the firepower (literally) to make her very sorry for pestering him. But he hadn’t done anything yet, so that much was promising. “I don’t know, I’m finding rather entertaining,” she said with the hint of a smirk. Yes, pushing his buttons was rather fun.

Now, the less fun part was getting up the rock wall. She didn’t think it would be as bad as it was, though thankfully she was wearing tennis shoes rather than some of her more fashion conscious ballet flats or small heels. These were much more wall-friendly. The wall, however, was not friendly at all. Thankfully, she had a hand to help her up. Even if it was from Elijah Sanders. Which was actually pretty kind of him, surprisingly. Even if it was accompanied by a harsh word. She pursed her lips. “Well, you told me to. And before you ask, no, I won’t jump off a cliff. I just came up to prove I can, since you obviously don’t believe that for an instant otherwise.”

The question had the expected response. Admittedly, she was just trying to make some sort of amends. After all, he had helped her out. And, well, she wouldn’t mind being friends with Elijah. Given his personality needed a little help, but all the same. When he actually gave her a non-sarcastic answer, possibly even to be called joking, she smiled. “Well then, I’ll have to keep that in mind. I can tell you prefer having company, so I might just take it upon myself.” Which was a joke. Sort of. She didn’t think she would mind getting to know the camp grump. No one could be totally pessimistic, after all, so he had to have some upside, right? And she was from this moment on, on a mission to find it.

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