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Jodie smiled softly as she watched Adam lead their son over to the door, still wearing the blindfold. “Ready?”

She opened the door and let Adam push Cam into the room, before pulling off his blindfold.

"Happy birthday, Cammie, sweetheart."

"We know how much you love singing and making your own music… so we decided to turn the spare room into a recording studio. You can invite your friends over to make music, or make your own…"

"Amd, honestly, we can’t wait for your first CD, okay? But no rush."

"We love you, son."

Jodie reached up and kissed his cheek, and Adam ruffled his hair.

"Now, go play."

[[I thought of this last minute seriously XD]]

Cameron’s heart stopped. It took a few moments for what he was seeing to sink in but, when it did, silent tears started tracking down his cheeks. His hands started to shake, and he took a hesitant step forwards, moving slowly as if the room would disappear if he walked to quickly. As he lay a hand on the acoustic guitar, he turned around, eyes filled with tears. “I-Is this for real?” He asked shakily. “I-Is this r-really m-mine?”

"What, you think we’d bring you in here if it wasn’t?" Jodie chuckled as she followed Cameron into the room. "Everything in here is yours! Well, except…"

She guided him to the wall behind the door, pulling Adam in before shutting the door. On the wall hung two instruments — a purple bass guitar, and a slightly older acoustic guitar.

"These… well, these are mine and your father’s. We used to play them when we were younger. We’ll come in here to play them every once in a while, but your free to use them."

"Just be careful," Adam added. "There’s a LOT of history behind them."

[[…Rin is so much like Jodie, it’s scary…]]

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castordvino:

 

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"It wasn’t a very nice question. You might as well’ve snapped at me," she grumbled, crossing her arms. She raised an eyebrow at him. Harder to get drunk? She suddenly started wondering exactly how much alcohol would get him drunk. That would be funny to see.

"Who said I cared?" she asked defensively, scowling at him a little.

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"But I didn’t. That has to count for something, right?"

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"And before you devise a plan, I wouldn’t recommend trying to get me drunk. Those things never end well, darlin’." Another chuckle, and then: "If you did not care, you would not have asked."

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"Meh."

She smirked at him. “Oh come on. You have a high tolerance, right? We could try to drown you in a pool of wine, and you would just be tipsy.” She gave him a look as if to say, there’s no way you’re stopping me from doing this, dude. “But, yeah, don’t care, and I don’t think I ever will.”

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basics

1. name: Jodie Elizabeth Bailey
2. birthday: 24th January
3. favorite color: Green, but blue is cool too.
4. lucky number: 13. It scares people, and I like it.
5. height: 5’3”

talents

1. last dream you remember: I don’t remember it.
2. can you juggle: Yeah, I guess…
3. art/sports/both: Sports. I get bored with the arts. I guess I love playing music though — I play the bass, and I kinda know how to play the guitar.
4. do you like writing:  Eh, not really.
5. do you like dancing: Yeah, on my own, in my room.
6. do you like singing: Again, on my own, in my room.

fantasize

1. dream vacation: Maybe somewhere cold, where I can play hockey or go snowboarding outside? That would be cool!
3. dream guy/gal: Someone who can withstand being ranted at, has a sense of humour, and can keep up with me. Haha.
4. dream wedding: …I honestly don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.
5. dream pet: A cat! I love cats! I’d really love a kitten…
6. dream job: …I have no clue. I really don’t know right now. Gimme a couple more years.

favorites

1. favorite song: …Kiss You by One Direction…
2. favorite album: …Um…
3. favorite artist: …One Direction…?
4. last song you heard on the radio: I can’t remember, honestly.
5. least favorite song: Baby by Justin Beiber
6. least favorite album: Pretty much any album by Justin Beiber.
7. least favorite artist: Justin Beiber. Hands down. I’m a Beiber-hater.

preferences

1. guys/girls/both: Guys. I’m heterosexual.
2. hair color: I don’t really mind, to be fair.
3. eye color: Green. Or brown.
4. humorous/serious: Humerous, but serious when needed. A serious guy would be boring all of the time.
5. taller/shorter: Taller. If they were shorter… I think there would be a bit of a problem.
6. biggest turn-off: Immediate dominance. I like to be eased into the dominance, not shoved into it. And a lot of the time, I like being dominant too.
7. biggest turn-on: Kissing the neck, nuzzling… I like those.

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castordvino:

 

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Oh my goodness this guy is such a prick…

She didn’t even bother to stop herself from thinking that as she listened to him speak. “Maybe I’m not nice to you because you’re a prick,” she pointed out as she slipped her dagger back up her wrist, into its sheath. “After all, I didn’t get a nice welcome from you either.”

When he removed his hand from his sword, she seemed to relax a little, her eyes brightening again and returning to their usual colour. “Like what? Eat grapes and get drunk?” she teased, smirking a little.

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"Hey! It was a nice enough welcome! It wasn’t like I snapped at you. I was merely…voicing a question." This time Castor did roll his eyes. "We Dionysians are a lot harder to get drunk, actually."

Though he could go for some grapes right now…

"Why do you care, sweetheart?"

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"It wasn’t a very nice question. You might as well’ve snapped at me," she grumbled, crossing her arms. She raised an eyebrow at him. Harder to get drunk? She suddenly started wondering exactly how much alcohol would get him drunk. That would be funny to see.

"Who said I cared?" she asked defensively, scowling at him a little.

+the-ginger-tomboy

castordvino:

 

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Jodie snorted. She couldn’t help it, but this guy was actually funny. In a stupid ‘I’m totally better than you’ way. She should have found it irritating, but she just couldn’t.

"I said he wasn’t the smartest, not that he was stupid, jackass." She rolled her eyes at him. "Come on, even you have to know who’s the smartest up there on Olympus. And who says I don’t have manners? Just because I’m not nice to you doesn’t mean I’m not nice to others.” She then smirked. “As for the anger issues… I’ll admit to having them.”

When his hand drifted down, she raised an eyebrow at him. Was that a challenge? “You don’t want to fight me,” she told him, although her eyes had darkened, as if she was threatening him not to.

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"Well yeah when you put it like that…"

And at her quip, Castor nodded, “Sure do, darlin’.” He faked a gasp. “You’re nice to others?! Someone call the press!” The Dionysian chuckled.

Her eyes had darkened, interesting.

"Cut a fella some slack would you?" The boy needed time to get his game up to speed once more. Shaking his head, he added, "Naw, I wouldn’t." His hand withdrew itself from the hilt of his sword. "Got better things to do."

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Oh my goodness this guy is such a prick…

She didn’t even bother to stop herself from thinking that as she listened to him speak. “Maybe I’m not nice to you because you’re a prick,” she pointed out as she slipped her dagger back up her wrist, into its sheath. “After all, I didn’t get a nice welcome from you either.”

When he removed his hand from his sword, she seemed to relax a little, her eyes brightening again and returning to their usual colour. “Like what? Eat grapes and get drunk?” she teased, smirking a little.

+the-ginger-tomboy

castordvino:

 

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Did this guy really think he was all high and mighty? Son of the wine god — big deal. The flash of his eyes, she noticed, but it didn’t really scare her. Not that much.

"Yeah, but at least I have less of a chance of being a one night stand, eh?" she bit back, a small smirk on her face. "What with your dad being the wine god and all — was he drunk? He probably was. You were probably a mistake." She wasn’t going to let it show that his comment about not being acknowledged stung.

In a flash, a dagger had been pulled out of a sheath hidden in her sleeve, and she twirled it around casually in her fingers. “Then again, my dad isn’t the smartest of the gods. How about you take a guess at who my dad is, eh, wine spawn?”

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Ouch.

Castor steeled himself. The smirk had vanished because of jape at her dad, but came back when she admitted that her dad wasn’t the brightest of the gods.

"Well that explains it, doesn’t it?" He exclaimed, smirking. "You’re a whiny bitch with no manners and some serious anger issues, sweetheart. Your father is Ares, am I right? Do you often go around insulting your father’s intelligence like that? I mean, you shouldn’t let him hear you say that, even though the truth stings."

His hand went to the pommel of his sword and gripped the hilt tightly, silently daring her to go ahead, to show him she was indeed that brave.

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Jodie snorted. She couldn’t help it, but this guy was actually funny. In a stupid ‘I’m totally better than you’ way. She should have found it irritating, but she just couldn’t.

"I said he wasn’t the smartest, not that he was stupid, jackass." She rolled her eyes at him. "Come on, even you have to know who’s the smartest up there on Olympus. And who says I don’t have manners? Just because I’m not nice to you doesn’t mean I’m not nice to others.” She then smirked. “As for the anger issues… I’ll admit to having them.”

When his hand drifted down, she raised an eyebrow at him. Was that a challenge? “You don’t want to fight me,” she told him, although her eyes had darkened, as if she was threatening him not to.

When you RP with people and their posts are like fucking Shakespeare and yours are basically I CAN COUNT TO POTATO

the-ginger-tomboy has found our HQ

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the-ginger-tomboy:

She opened up the engine of her bike and began to hotwire it.

Slyly he shifted his finger into a key to start the bike up

Soon enough, she had it hotwired, and she revved the engine.

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castordvino:

 

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Her face turned bright red, her eyes narrowing. There was literally an aura pf anger around her. “…You’re a fucking arsehole,” she growled. “What stupid Tartarus monster spawned your ugly mug?”

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"And you’re nothing but a whiny bitch," He countered easily. "At least my dad can keep it in his pants. The same can’t be said for yours. Tell me, has he officially acknowledged your existence yet, other than claiming you? Does he know your name?"

His eyes flashed a little, from the darkish brown color they usually were to purple and back again. The smug smile, however, wasn’t gone. “My dad is Dionysus, sweetheart. I thought you would’ve put two and two together faster than this.”

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Did this guy really think he was all high and mighty? Son of the wine god — big deal. The flash of his eyes, she noticed, but it didn’t really scare her. Not that much.

"Yeah, but at least I have less of a chance of being a one night stand, eh?" she bit back, a small smirk on her face. "What with your dad being the wine god and all — was he drunk? He probably was. You were probably a mistake." She wasn’t going to let it show that his comment about not being acknowledged stung.

In a flash, a dagger had been pulled out of a sheath hidden in her sleeve, and she twirled it around casually in her fingers. “Then again, my dad isn’t the smartest of the gods. How about you take a guess at who my dad is, eh, wine spawn?”