forum Percy Jackson!

Started January 14, 2019 by @Hawkeye

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Trenton followed at Lydia’s heels a bit numbly, still registering what just happened. “I ran into front of a gun, didn’t I?” He mumbled, massaging his temples.

Sol was wandering into the center of the arena when Avery froze up in front of her. She walked around and up to face him and noticed his head was tilted and he seemed to be listening for something. "Hey, buddy, you oka–" "I swear I just heard someone singing Good For You from Dear Evan Hansen."

“Just a little bit. But don’t focus on it. Think about something else.” She said, stopping for a second so that she and Trent were walking next to each other. “What do you think about the beach?”

Sol was wandering into the center of the arena when Avery froze up in front of her. She walked around and up to face him and noticed his head was tilted and he seemed to be listening for something. "Hey, buddy, you oka–" "I swear I just heard someone singing Good For You from Dear Evan Hansen."

Random Apollo Kid: "My musical theatre senses are tingling"//

Trenton vaguely heard the singing, and found himself slightly soothed by it. He straightened up a little bit, some of the color returning to his cheeks. “I dont head down there often, but I suppose it’s acceptable.”

Sol was wandering into the center of the arena when Avery froze up in front of her. She walked around and up to face him and noticed his head was tilted and he seemed to be listening for something. "Hey, buddy, you oka–" "I swear I just heard someone singing Good For You from Dear Evan Hansen."

Random Apollo Kid: "My musical theatre senses are tingling"//

Exactly))

“Acceptable?” Lydia raised an eyebrow sarcastically, but then quickly changed her attitude, noticing that the boy was still pale. “Come on.” She lead Trent to the beach, quickly climbing up on to some rocks, waiting for Trent to follow suit.

I'm going to sleep… for 4 hours… Yay//

Trenton followed after her, having a bit of trouble on the rocks, but managing to get up with only a few minor scrapes. He blinked a few times as the sharp tang of the ocean made his eyes water.

“Sit.” Lydia said, pointing to the rocks.

I'm going to sleep… for 4 hours… Yay//

Oh… I should probably go to sleep. Meh, I don’t want to.

I'm going to sleep… for 4 hours… Yay//

I actually should go too. I’m on the Eastern Times Zone so it’s 2:30 A.M. and I have an essay to finish. I’ll be back on throughout the day to check in when I can!))

I'm going to sleep… for 4 hours… Yay//

I actually should go too. I’m on the Eastern Times Zone so it’s 2:30 A.M. and I have an essay to finish. I’ll be back on throughout the day to check in when I can!))

same here.//

Trenton sat down where he was told, only quietly grumbling about being treated like a dog. (Goodnight everyone!)

Lydia sat down next to Trent, putting a hand on his shoulder again. “Isn’t it beautiful? The ocean?”

Trenton watched the waves crash onto the shore. “It is aesthetically pleasing.” He agreed, his eyes trained on the water. “But highly polluted.” He say rigidly still, recalling the events of the last hour. Despite th calming effects of the water, Trent’s entire body was as taut as a coil and built up with tension.

“Trent? Are you alright?” Lydia asked with concern. (I didn’t go to sleep. Whoops.)

“Huh?” Trenton turned his head, still dazed. He blinked a few times, trying to stay focused. “Sorry, yeah… I mean, yes, of course.” He sat stiffly, his ears still ringing a bit.

“No offense, but you aren’t a good liar. What’s up, man?”

“I look that bad?” Trenton ran his hand through his hair again, successfully messing it up completely. “I’m simply not a supporter of firearms.” He murmured softly, looking back over his shoulder nervously.

Lydia raised her eyebrows. “Not a supporter? You almost had a full on panic attack. Granted, you jumped in front of a gun, but I think you’re more than unsupportive.”

Trenton didn’t reply to this for almost a full minute, unsure of how to phrase what he wanted to say. “My Father does some work with them, used to take me hunting a lot.” He replied, his voiced guarded.

Lydia nodded slowly, squeezing Trent’s shoulder. She had several questions, but figured now wasn’t the time to ask. “I get it.” She said, thinking back to her foster home, and how she couldn’t stand the smell of beer anymore.

Trenton winced as she squeezed his shoulder, but otherwise only nodded curtly, still tapping his fingers anxiously on his leg. “I apologize for any distress I caused you. I’d like to think I’m not usually so… irrational.”

“Believe me, I’m used to people acting irrationally. Specifically myself. And don’t apologize unless you need to. You don’t need to apologize.”