A Chilly Refuge

by Guest 5/12/2013, 10:55 pm

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A Chilly Refuge

Post by Guest 5/12/2013, 10:55 pm

The once soft rain had now turned into an utter downpour. Lan had taken his shirt off and was carrying Kathrianne, who was still out like a light, over his shoulder, one arm holding the shirt over her body so she didn't get too wet. Much to his dislike, his idea of using a water absorbing shirt to shield water from Kathrianne was a really bad idea. It just slowed the fall of the water that landed on Kathrianne. Lan didn't have much farther to run out in the rain. He could see the cabins up ahead. Picking up his pace by using the wind to his advantage, Lan shoots towards his cabin: The Minor Air Gods. Finally, he had arrived.

The door is violently swung on its hinges as Lan pummels it with his foot to open it. He makes his way into the cabin and out of the rain. Slamming the door shut behind him, the son of Aiolos quickly rushes over to his bed and gently places Kathrianne down on it. After that, he rushes off to grab a few towels from the bathroom. Draping them over his shoulders, he looks at himself in the mirror. His face was a mess of blood, dirt, and sweat. Back there, at the climbing wall, what had he turned into? Would Steven have an answer for that? Hopefully he would. Lan never wanted to be like that again. More importantly, he never wanted to frighten or hurt Kathrianne ever again. That's what killed him the most in this situation. He had caused Kathrianne's pain. With a barely audible reprimand to himself, Lan makes his way back over to where Kat slept on his bed. The demigod sits her limp body upright and drapes the towels over her, drying her off. Hopefully she wouldn't kill him for actually helping her. Kathrianne seemed like a very independent girl. That was good and bad. People like her never knew when to ask for help. They always ended up hurt even worse because they feel that they would loose their indepedence. Lan had knew a girl like that. She was dead now...

Shuddering, Lan rubs Kathrianne's body down with the towels, doing his best to keep hand contact to her body at a minimum while drying her off at the same time. Once that task was done, Lan slowly lifts the girl into his pale-skinned arms and pulls the blanket on his bed back with his free hand. He places Kathrianne on the bed, making sure her head was on his only pillow. He didn't want to deal with her yelling at him for having a sore neck when she awoke. A small smile on his face as he thought of Kat yelling at him, the demigod throws the blanket over the girl. Now that she was taken care of, Lan had to treat his own wounded body. He stumbles his weary body over to the dresser belonging to him that was against the wall parallel to the front of the bed. He rummages through the drawers until he has his hands full with a clean set of clothing. He also grabs a shirt that was a bit too small for him and throws it on his bed for Kat in case she woke up and wanted to change out of her soaked shirt. Sighing, Lan walks back into the bathroom and locks the door behind him. He strips off his muddied and bloodied clothing and throw them in the waste basket. They were too torn to salvage now. Lan had thrown away everything besides his shoes and knap-sack, both of which he had thrown next to on the ground next tp his bed upon entry of the cabin.

Starting the shower, Lan hops in a seemingly cleanses his body of everything. Dirt, blood, pain, and sorrow all leave his body and mind as he lets the chilly water embrace him. After about ten minutes, Lan shuts the water off and hops out of the shower, drying himself off with a towel. He then proceeds to dress himself in clean clothes: a purple shirt with white spikes coming up from the bottom and a pair of dark red shorts. Throwing the towel into a dirty clothing bin, Lan moves out of the bathroom and back into the little area that belonged to him. A smile weakly spreads on his face upon seeing that Kat was still asleep, actually cuddling with the blanket he had draped over her earlier.

In the rush of getting Kat out of the weather and into safety, Lan had forgotten about his own weariness and once he stopped moving around it hit him like a sack of bricks. The boy slumps down, his back to the wall next to his and begins to nod off. Within seconds he was sound asleep, his body had fallen to the floor and now curled up in a slight ball. How cute, a teenage boy sleeping in a ball on the floor of a cabin. Yeah right . . .

by **nix** 5/13/2013, 3:34 pm

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Re: A Chilly Refuge

Post by nix 5/13/2013, 3:34 pm

Kathrianne was such a heavy sleeper, she didn't even feel herself being carried. Placed onto the bed, she immediately curled up into a ball, wrapping the blanket around herself like a cocoon. She had her cheek smushed against the blue pillow, and she sighed happily. She felt at peace for once, and was able to sleep without insomnia arousing her from sleep, or just some type of excuse like always. Kat continued to slumber, taking at least four to five hours.

When Kat opened her eyes, a alarm clock was shoved right in her face. It's glowered at her, screaming that it was seven o'clock. Oh great, she woke up towards the end of the day. Rubbing the crust out of her eyes, she blearily looked around. This wasn't her room. She looked down at the bed she was sleeping in. Oh, this was definitely not her bed. Her eyes finally landed up on Lan, and she looked through her body. It had many bruises, and as she tried to get out of bed, she would have screamed if she had inhaled deeper. The dark-haired girl slowly crawled out, her aching joints screaming. She really needed ambrosia, as she glared around the cabin. She did feel refreshed, it's just, the pain was really bad. She limped over to Lan, collapsing next to him. Her throat also felt really raw.

"Lan?" She whispered, rubbing her eyes again. "Wake up!" She said, still in a rather quiet voice. She didn't want to form a snowball and throw it at Lan, but if he didn't stir, she would be forced into doing so. The black-haired girl wrinkled her nose, not particularly liking the smell of oranges. Jeez, who even buys soaps that smell of oranges? She did like his shirt, as she lost her balance, and fell on top of Lan. "God damn it," she muttered to herself, getting herself off of him. Why was she so clumsy all of a sudden? She should seriously go and get some ambrosia to cure her stupidity and clumsiness at the moment.

OOC: I'm so sorry for the crappy post...I'll work harder on the next one.

by Guest 5/14/2013, 11:33 am

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Re: A Chilly Refuge

Post by Guest 5/14/2013, 11:33 am

Everything was dark. All around him was the color black. Tendrils of the darkness touched his pale skin, giving him bumps. Lan was all alone in a room that had no size. In the dark, nothing had mass, nothing had a designated size. The son of Aiolos could only hear one noise: the soft rumble of a stream.

He was on his hands and knees, searching for the noise's source. He found nothing.

Lan was stuck. He was lost. He was confused. All around him . . . the darkness.

Standing up, Lan calls out a name. A familar name. Lan couldn't hear his own voice. It was if he was mute to only himself. The name was swirling in his head and on the tip of his tongue, but he could not figure it out. He calls it out again, not knowing why.

For once, Lan was scared.

The crashing of Kat falling onto his stomach woke Lan up out of his . . . his dream. The boy was sweating and had a look of fear on his face. He looks around at his surroundings, taking in a deep breath. It was all a dream. Lan wished he could believe so, but it seemed much more real. It was as if he was looking into his own mind. The black...

Lan shivers, something a child of cold should not do. The shiver wasn't out of fear though. It was out of something worse than fear. Something much worse.

Lan tries his best to regulate his breathing, which was speedy and out of pattern. One may have called it hyperventilating. He looks over at Kat, who was slumped against the wall next to him. Lan sits up and stretches out his arms, trying to push the thoughts out of his mind. The darkness, what was it? Shaking his head, he rises up to his feet and slams his fist down on the 'snooze' button of the alarm clock, which was still screaming 'Wake up!'. The boy lets out a yawn then looks down to Kathrianne.

'How are you feeling?'

by **nix** 5/26/2013, 10:24 pm

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Re: A Chilly Refuge

Post by nix 5/26/2013, 10:24 pm

Kathrianne, a bit fazed, and out of shape for the time being, clutched her head. The sudden move made her feel nauseous. She curled up into a ball, onto the cabin floor, her head still spinning. Man, she hated this. Whenever she used too much power or was thoroughly exhausted, this is what happened after she wakes up. She felt sick still, but a least a bit better. Kat shut her eyes, trying to swallow down the bile that crawled up her throat. She will not throw up, especially in front of Lan. She breathed out in relief, when she realized it was just the wave of nasaeu.

"Yeah, I'm alright," Kat tried to say, after sitting back up, leaning her back against the wall. "Totally," she said brightly, being quite unlike herself. She felt utterly awkward sitting next to a boy, that she had beaten to a pulp basically, and her sleeping in his bed. Not creepy at all.

OOC: eh i didn't have much inspiration

by Guest 5/30/2013, 3:48 pm

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Re: A Chilly Refuge

Post by Guest 5/30/2013, 3:48 pm

Lan grabs the messy blankets on his bed and straightens them out. At least one thing looked tidy. Taking in a deep breath, he listens to Kathrianne's strained voice. She sounded like she was either sick or tired. The demigod ignores her for a bit and walks off to the bathroom to throw some water on his face and brush his teeth. He didn't feel bad for leaving Kathrianne, who didn't look good at all. After all, had they not been in a deathmatch earlier that morning? Lan only brought her to his cabin because the guilt of leaving the girl would've eaten him alive. Okay, maybe he did it because she was a bit cute as well. Maybe that was the only reason. No. I can't be that shallow-hearted, can I?

Walking out of the bathroom with his tooth brush hanging out of the side of his mouth, Lan moves over to his dresser and rustles through the drawers. He pulls out a plain green shirt he had never worn before and throws it at Kathrianne. Her current shirt was torn and muddied, so she might want a better shirt. The shirt he had given her earlier on was all sweaty from Kathrianne sleeping on it as well. Girls like to be clean, right? Surely she wouldn't want a gross short adorning her.

Lan grabs a pair of black boardshorts and a gray tanktop with a thick blue stripe through the middle of it. Thank the gods Lan wasn't scrawny, for he would've looked very stupid. He looked more like a kid from the Californian coast more than a boy who was three-hundred years old and from the eastern coast. Walking back into the bathroom, he spits out his toothbrush and rinses it and his mouth then closes the door. The demigod quickly changes and puts his clothes in a small hamper with his name on it. After applying deodorant and washing off his face, Lan walks back out to the main room, where Kathrianne still sat against the wall.

Need anything? Ambrosia? Nectar?'

by **nix** 6/1/2013, 10:21 pm

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Re: A Chilly Refuge

Post by nix 6/1/2013, 10:21 pm

Kathrianne glanced at Lan, wondering why he wasn't responding. Perhaps he just didn't feel like it. Instead of even saying anything, he clambered into a different room. Kat sighed, and stood up, a little bit shakily. She stumbled over to his drawers, and glanced at herself in the small mirror that was hanging over the drawer. She looked at her wide topaz eyes. A little bit crust was there, so she wiped it away quickly, and glanced at the markings the pillow made on her face. They were faintly red, but other then that, her face was alright. A little bit rouged up and slightly purple on her cheek, but she was okay.

Kat patted down her hair, which was a bit frizzy on the top. She calmed her mane of hair, returning it into its sleek look. Happy with her polished look now, she straightened out the blue covers. Typical of a arctic child, she thought to herself, a smile touched upon her pale pink lips. She then sat down back where she was before, and laid her head back, staring up at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts. Lan's voice interrupted her thoughts. She blinked slowly, before carefully looking at Lan. "No, I'm perfectly fine," she hastily said, with a tinge of rudeness in her voice. She finally gathered herself, and felt much better. Her spirits were rising, and her rudeness was returning. Kat was back to normal.

She stood up rather fast. Her eyes watered a bit, from the black dots that danced across her vision. Great, the dizziness was back due to her being stupid and moving way too fast for her vision to comprehend. "Um, I should get going," she finally said, after blinking furiously.

by Guest 6/6/2013, 8:29 am

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Re: A Chilly Refuge

Post by Guest 6/6/2013, 8:29 am

A grin appears on Lan's face as he hears Kathrianne's blunt response. At least she was back to normal for now. That was good, right? Despite her rudeness, Lan could hear her . . . pain, was it? Her voice was a bit strained, which made Lan all the more wanting to help. The demigod slowly walks over to Kathrianne and squats down a few inches so he was eye to eye with her.

'You are a good liar, but not good enough.'

The words were not intended to be offensive or anything, Lan just wanted to try to lighten her mood. It was as if Kathrianne was a flooded and turned-rapid river that never wanted to go back to its calm and peaceful state. It always flowed unforgivingly and harshly. Lan's eyes made awkward contact with the girl's and he quickly adverts them to his alarm clock which was still laying on the floor, bits of black plastic collected around it from when it was pushed onto the floor. He lets out a sigh and walks over to the clock and grabs it, putting back on his night stand. Instead of cleaning up the chunks of broken plastic, Lan just kicks it all under his bed. He would clean it later. For now, all he cared about was safety. Kathrianne's safety. Was he starting to get warm? Was that such a bad thing? Sure, Lan had always been a nice kid, but love or even friendships didn't come easily for him. The child of Aiolos lets out a sigh and he plops down on his bed. Kathrianne was probably going to leave now and he would never see her again. Life goes on though, right? It must.

by **nix** 6/9/2013, 2:02 pm

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Re: A Chilly Refuge

Post by nix 6/9/2013, 2:02 pm

Kathrianne held her breath, making sure her eyes were empty of emotion, but with its usual ice. Her lip slightly curled, just a millimeter was the curl, she had perfected her b*chy demeanor years ago, as she held his stare, not blinking. Her eyes slightly burned, before he backed off and sat down on his bed. She? Not a good enough liar? Haha, quite funny, she thought to herself sarcastically, as she stumbled around the cabin a bit, searching for her weapons. She skimmed through where she didn't have to dig, before she glanced at Lan. Great, she needed help again.

"Where are my weapons?" She asked, with a snide tone. She pretended to ignore the comment he made, but internally, it made her skin crawl to know that someone saw right through her. Kat sorely missed her ax already, since it gave her comfort and security. She felt safe when equipped with it, but without, she felt utterly innocent and out in the open. Kat knew that with her ax she could at least chop off anyone's head when she didn't like them or something. When no weapon in hand, she was terrible at hand to hand combat since strength overrules, and it was known usually the male had more strength than a girl. But, it wasn't about strength here. For Kat, it was to get the sense of safety. Her hands slightly shook, but it was barely noticeable. Gods, next time, she shouldn't sap her powers that much. She often acted way too weird for her own good, and she became soft. And soft is for p*ss*s.

by Guest 6/15/2013, 9:19 pm

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Re: A Chilly Refuge

Post by Guest 6/15/2013, 9:19 pm

Oh crap.

Lan slowly rolls over onto his back and looks to Kathrianne, his porcelain blue eyes staring into her's for a second before adverting away to her hands, which were shaking at the moment. Her weapons, for her, must've been like a child with a teddy bear. It was a sense of security. False security. Well, then again, a weapon could kill someone, a teddy bear though . . . most likely not. The demigod slowly turns his head away from her and rolls back onto his stomach, his head mushed into his pillow. He lets out an audible sigh before mumbling something. Realizing his speech wasn't loud enough, he turns his head to the side.

"They are, uh, at the wall still...

Well, Lan was dead. Kathrianne would probably strangle him right then, right there. She looked a bit stronger than Lan, appearance wise. From a far glance, Lan looked more like a twig than anything. His strength was hidden, which was always an issue. He was still strong and whatnot, he just didn't look it. Sometimes he oculd use it to his advantage, but not now. He couldn't actually hit a girl, with his fists no less! It was just . . . just wrong!

ooc; sorry for the crummy post ):

by **nix** 6/16/2013, 2:50 pm

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Re: A Chilly Refuge

Post by nix 6/16/2013, 2:50 pm

Kathrianne blinked. She had enough of feeling like she was being made fun of by Lan. Knowing she still was at her limit, she muttered to herself a few angry words in French, before turning on her heel to face the wall. She gazed around, before spotting a few of her knives and her axe. She lunged towards it, quickly equipping herself, hiding the small knives. She then quickly changed her ax back into the charm bracelet she always wore. It looked quite out of place with her cold demeanor, but nonetheless, it served its purpose to kill. She bit her lip, and suddenly remembered about prom. She was actually interested in attending this year, since it was steampunk, and she always was aware of the style. Plus, she really did want to make up her own outfit. Well, actually she already did, and gave it to a Hephestes kid to play around with it. They were lately making more dresses than weapons.

Kat blinked, snapped out of her thoughts. "Thanks for everything," she coldly said, before brushing back a strand of her jet black hair. She slid on her shoes, and made way towards the door. It was obvious she wasn't really thanking him, since she kind of did save him in the first place and risked her life in the process.

by Guest 7/13/2013, 10:48 am

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Re: A Chilly Refuge

Post by Guest 7/13/2013, 10:48 am

Well maybe Lan was wrong. He didn't really remember bringing Kathrianne's arsenal along with her back to his cabin. Perhaps he was so tired that he had forgotten about it right after he dropped them onto the floor? Oh well, it didn't exactly matter. The weapons were right there, now in Kathrianne's possession. Hopefully she wouldn't stab him with a knife or anything. All he did was try to be nice to her and help her out, but the sarcastic tone in her voice made it apparent that she didn't care.

"Uh, sorry. I guess... I mean, I did help you, right? I did bring you back from the wall when you were knocked out and vulnerable, correct? Honestly, I don't see how I did anything worthy of your sarcasm and hostility."

ooc; it's small, but \ouo/

by **nix** 7/13/2013, 3:22 pm

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Re: A Chilly Refuge

Post by nix 7/13/2013, 3:22 pm

Kathrianne patted herself down, one last time, before shooting a glare at Lan. "I don't care," she snapped at him. Her eyes crackled with anger, before she took a deep breath, and calmed herself down. Her face was now utterly blank, and had no emotion displayed. Her eyes were just topaz, no emotion nor human feeling flickered behind. She walked out the door without even saying a gracious goodbye, her posture stiff. The only visible evidence of her existence in the bunk was the bed that she slept in.

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