Off To The Big Apple

Lena stood at the curb of the road with all her things packed in the back of a blood red convertible Mustang with a GT engine. She may have been a soft and deadly looking girl but she knew her share of cars and this was by far her favorite of her dream cars. She had her glasses on due to the plane trip they were going to be taking to New York and that just made her squeal internally with delight. She looked cute but dangerous as her one shoulder pull over exposed the tattoo of her scythe over her heart and her black, ravens hair was pulled into a bun and fastened with a back bandana. This was the fun part of being a daughter of Thantos, getting to play everyone into thinking she was a bad girl but she had a really sweet side. The clock in the car read 6:00 sharp in the morning so Draco would be arriving with his things shortly.

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Damien jumped hi and landed with a small bag strapped to his side. He had his typical, big, cocky arrogant smile on his handsome face and landed with a big, powerful squat. He then got up and looked at his travel mate. He was wearing a dark blue buttoned shirt left opened on the top four buttons, a thick, black coat made out of some expensive material, dark blue denim jeans, black boots and a black beanie which covered his dark, messy black hair. he was wearing his signature dagger-necklace, which was clearly seen by the upper section of his chest that was uncovered by his shirt.

"Hey deathy." Joked Damien as he referred to her by her place as the daughter of death. He noticed the red car and immediately jumped over to it so he could drive it. He wasn't a particularly good driver, but he liked cars. He however saw how little clothes the girl wore. He worried a bit for her since it was a rather cold day in New York, 20 degrees Fahrenheit that is.

"Ok, first, sweet ride. Second, ya sure that's enough? It's a bit cold, which is why I'm wearing this shirt along with my coat. Maybe ya wanna use this." Said Damien as he took out a big, jacket that clearly was his since it was massive as he was. It was gray windbreaker that looked like like a really really short dress on her. He laughed heartedly at how big his windbreaker was yet patted the seat next to his so she would sit down immediately.

"Deathy! Get on here, I'm excited to go already!" Said Damien with his booming voice. He was his usual, Ares son form, but hey, if she agreed to go out with an Ares son, this was to be expected.

After the whole thing was over, he quickly noticed her glasses, removed them and gave her a kiss in her lips. It was very similar to the second one he gave her, but this one was passionate, as if he was trying to make the usual coldness of death warm up.

"Morning beautiful! Told ya, never cover yer face. I love it like that."

Damien:

OOC: Damien's face claim is Channing Tatum btw. I changed it a while ago. It's hard finding young images of him though.

Lena frowned slightly as Damien took the drivers side of the car.There is no way in the name of Hades that I'm letting you drive. My car, my keys. I drive.She said giving a little attitude. She had been looking forward to driving her Mustang since the trip to New York was planned last night. There was no way she was giving it up to him that easily.

When Damien kissed her however she smiled, even if she needed her glasses. She swooped them from his hand and put them on.I kinda need those to see cuz I'm not going to fly in a plane with contacts in. They bother my eyes too much.

She didn't know how she felt about the nickname Damien had given her though. Granted it was nice to finally have one but it was rather offensive considering she hated her father and the stereotype that went with being his daughter.

Upon seeing his girlfriend frown, Damien jumped out of the driver's seat and opened the door like a proper gentleman. He was rawdy but he had his moments of gentleness...sometimes. He didn't really want to drive, he just liked the car. He sat besides her and analyzed her face. She was wearing her emotions on her face! He learned in and looked at her more closely.

"Ya okay babe? Do you mind if I call ya deathy? I mean I can call ya sweetheart if ya want. Why sweetheart you may ask, cuz you are super sweet and you've captivated the doors to my heart." Smirked Damien as he removed his beanie, shook his head and let his loose, black hairs run down like a dog's fur. His hair was short but it wasn't styled in any particular way. Instead he just left it natural.

"Anyways, I'm hungry, wanna go to an Ihop or something? My treat. I mean what sort of guy would I be if I let my partner pay AND drive." said the large male as he placed one arm on the side of the seat next to the driver's door and relaxed a bit.

"You look terrific today. Though, if you wanna relax your eyes you can sleep on the flight. It's not like I'm gonna let anything happen to ya, unless I also fall asleep!" Joked and said Damien with a mild blush appearing for a second before leaving his face and having him return to his normal, tanned skin tone.

Lena composed herself and her face became like that of a stone statue. At the mention of changing her nickname she relaxed slightly but it was way too early for her to even think. In one movement she climbed over the seats and sat in the back with her laptop in her lap and left the keys in the ignition. She pulled on her beats and immersed herself in her sound setup and shrugged at the mention of food, it was too early for her to even consider eating. In all honesty she just wanted to be in New York City right now and sitting in one of the huge parks with her acoustic, which she packed, and her song book, which she had also packed for the trip.

OOC: I hope you don't me fast-forwarding this a bit.

After traveling for the better half of an hour, Damien, with his half-asleep traveling partner driving the great car, arrived to the front of a great big IHop. He didn't waste a second undoing his seatbelt and threw himself outside the convertible like a wild beast. He did however prove his manners by opening Lena's door with the nicest smile he could muster up at this hour and proceeded to hold the door for her like a hotel doorman. He however abandoned his beanie and had his mess of black hair on display. He looked a bit like a feral guy given his intimidating, savage looks, yet slicked most of his hair backwards in order to make himself more presentable.

The place was pack! There were about thirty-something tables and the vast majority were filled with four-people families or rows of gossiping, elderly people. The smell of pancakes and coffee however aroused Damien's sense of hunger so much that he literally scared the hostess with his over-the-top excitement and boldness. Many patrons of the restaurant found the whole encounter funny though since a string of chuckles and heavy laughs filled the room as the old, forty-something woman with badly-dyed and greasy auburn hair, curvaceous figure and makeup-heavy eyes with bad creases scolded the nonchalant Damien who smirked widely like the blunt instrument of unusual energy he was.

The couple of demigods were escorted to one of the old, ripped leather booths with a poorly cleaned table where five jars of different syrups including blueberry syrup ( OOC: FYI da best one in history!) and a set of fork and knife wrapped in napkins. Damien gestured for his "date" to sit before himself and even smiled in a courtly manner as he did so. Afterwards, he sat down on the opposite side and slumped down on the old seat with his ass landing on the leather that sagged as the heavy male sat down. He chuckled a bit awkwardly about the situation, yet failed to put much attention to it. The hostess however glared at the Spaniard with her dark, heavy eyes as if trying to intimidated him. She didn't say a word, but scoffed loudly and left Lena and Damien after giving them their menus.

"What a fugly, old, rude hag she is!" Damien snarked with his eyes held in mocking slights. He then soften his rather hard face and looked kindly at Lena. It was almost baffling how he could switch from an angry face to a nice one in less than a second.

"What will you have, sweetheart?" Whispered Damien with a low grumbling voice that healed his natural accent. It was the same voice he had used when he and Lena connected at the dark forest. He thought she liked that voice so he made a mental note to use it more often for her.

Lena just walked silently as they were escorted to their seats and sat without a word. It was too early for her to eat but she was still going to get something to drink. The daughter of Thantos took out her laptop and placed it on the table, putting in her headphones and going back to her sound board to work on her newest song. She was starting to wonder if leaving camp was a good idea at all. Then again, she didn't really think straight at 7 in the morning.

The waitress came back and asked for their orders and Lena said she just wanted a cup of Hot Chocolate and went right back to her work, not even looking up from her screen. The tune she was working on had been a year in the making and she wanted to try and finish by the time Valentines day rolled around in case she got the chance to play any of her songs at the Dance she had heard rumors about.

Damien sighed as he saw his "date" work on her laptop. He wasn't used to having someone bring out technology on a date and quite frankly felt a bit insulted by it. He was out with her, not buying her food. He crossed his burly arms over his chest, closed his eyes and proceeded to shoot an angry grimacing face to his partner. He wasn't happy about her computer, nor was he approving of it.

"Ya gonna talk to me or just gonna play with your f#cking computer!" Snarled Damien as he regretted the angry tone in his voice. He was a bit uneasy about treating his partner this way, but he had to get his point across one way or the other. However, much to his annoyance, he did not receive much of an answer from her and instead the tall, brawny guy slammed his hands against the table and proceeded to walk to the bathroom with a face contorted by wrath. He was incredibly angry he was being treated this way and knew he was going to get looks if he continued to talk to her like he was. He was going to be called a jerk and an as$hole if he stayed in his seat, so he fixed his jacket and calmly walked straight to the bathroom with his hands buried on the pockets of his coat.

Meanwhile, a guy, not older than Damien, turned around from his booth, which had been the one right next to Lena's and proceeded to eye the girl with the computer. He then turned to his own group of friends and smirked wildly. The group of four teenaged boys all snickered wickedly to each other and waved at the first guy to go catch his prey. He had light blonde hair, piercing sky blue eyes and an accompanying stubble beard. He wore a black bandanna, black gloves, large grey boots, a light grey and white vest over a black shirt and a beige trench over his vest with a stripped blue scarf that hung from his waist. He was muscular and tall, about Damien's built, yet looked much less antagonistic due to his relatively "lighter and gentler" looks. This guy, no order than eighteen, casually walked over to Lena with a worried look on his face. He crouched down on one knee and looked at Lena's face with warm, caring eyes that herald a hidden intent.

"Are you alright? Did that jerk hurt you or make you feel threatened?" Asked the blonde guy to Lena as he soften his face and met her face.

Jack Rivers :

Ooc:I love you so much for using a character from Final Fantasy 13. ^~^

BIC:Lena looked out of the corner of her eye at the new guy. She had to admit, he was kinda cute in his own way. She also admitted that she was annoyed with Damien but that could be dealt with on a later date.If I was even the slightest bit offended or threatened I would have hit him in the jaw and broken his nose.The black haired girl said going back to her work for her songs.

If there was one thing she hated it was pigheadedness and flirting. This was exactly those two things from one personAlso. You may want to pick your battles a little better, jack @ss.She said socking the guy right on the nose and hearing a crunch noise. Lena calmly put her laptop away as well as her headphones. Thankfully her mood had returned and she took off her glasses, having not told Damien they were fake, and placed them in her small bag with her other things.Now I suggest you either grow a pair and fight me or get the hell out before I decide on doing more damage. I'm pretty sure you want to keep your limbs.The daughter of Thantos said, only wishing Damien and her father could see her now.

OOC: I am the biggest Final Fantasy fan EVER!!!!!!

After splashing water from his face Damien looked at the mirror with his angry blue eyes and glared. He was a bit hurt that his partner would treat him like a tag-along instead of a date. He had to admit though that he had overreacted to her by slamming his hands against the table. He came to the conclusion that he would make it up to her by getting her a gift in NYC. He splashed some water on his nape and tapped his neck three times before wiping the remaining droplets of water with a cheap paper brand he couldn't pronounciate. He thought to himself just how cheap the owners of this restaurant were but shrugged his shoulders and decided that if anything the food had to be eatable. He had ordered a big breakfast, hoping that Lena would eat something before the flight. He would hate to listen to her complain about being hungry during the flight. After getting himself together again, he walked towards the door and pushed it open with the most minimal effort he could. Upon opening said door he saw something that made him incredibly proud. He saw his "girlfriend" beating the living crap out of someone.

Damien had to admit that he wanted to jump right in between Lena and that idiot who tried to flirt with her, judging by how Lena had gotten to her boiling point, but instead opted to lean back against a wall and cross his arms. He couldn't protect Lena all the time and this was a perfect opportunity to see how well she could handle herself. He saw how the patrons of the restaurant were all getting worried by Lena's smackdown against the idiot, but Damien just laughed at the tip of his lungs. He was loving the sight of his "date" beating this guy up. He saw her punch him so hard that the guy started to bleed a bit on his nose and had fallen to the floor. The Spaniard licked his lips as he saw his partner become a badass not just by punching the guy, but also by laying down the law with her own lips. He decided to step aside from the wall and sit down on an empty chair that had been left by one of the families that rushed out of the place after the two started to fight. He then saw something that did worry him, a gun, a handgun that the man in the bandanna took out of his pockets and aimed directly at Lena's head.

Damien wasted no time flying to Lena's side. In three large strides he managed to cross the entire area of the restaurant and managed to apprehend the blonde's gun-holding hand. Damien glared at the guy with his angry blue eyes and proceeded to slam his forehead against the blonde's own. The sound of crunching bones was loud and noticeable, yet it wasn't Damien who took much damage, but the guy who stumbled backwards, fell down on the floor and dropped the gun. Damien used the opportunity to grab the gun and continued to lock it, prepare it and placed the barrel directly between the bastard's eyes.

"I suggest you leave before I drill a third eye on you." Said Damien with a cold, demonic yet composed voice. It was almost as if he was used to killing people. In reality he had never killed anybody. Sure he might have slayed a minotaur or two but never a real person. Nevertheless, he looked serious enough to push the trigger. The guy in the beige trench coat panicked before being picked upped by one of his friends, a girl with hair dyed maroon. Damien scoffed and waved at the four idiots to leave before he fired the pistol he was holding. However, as the four friends left, Damien couldn't help but grab the guy that had threatened Lena and smash him against a wall. Afterwards, he let go of him so he could turn his back and leave, only for Damien to get up and literally kick his butt out of the restaurant with his black boots.

After the whole ordeal, Damien smiled at the crowd of patrons and used his good-looks to try to fix the situation.

"Sorry folks! Guess I got carried away!" Said Damien nervously. A door was kicked open and a large, middle-aged man with a fat face and an impressive moustache approached Damien and proceeded to pat him on the back. This man was clearly the manager. Damien just tried to act normal.

"You've finally gotten ride of those pesky whippersnappers! For beating them out of this place I'll let you and your girlfriend eat free!" Announced the managed as the people on the restaurant cheered loudly and raised their glasses, cups, bottles, ( etc) Damien just lit up.

"Sweet! Free food! Alright, you heard that Lena! Free food!" Smiled Damien as he rushed to his girlfriend and lliterally bear-hugged her with his brutal strength.

Lena smirked as Damien walked into the fight, son of Ares at him finest. The blonde pulled out a gun and aimed it at the girl but she wasn’t even phased by it anymore after playing too many Assassins Creed games and fighting with the monsters. When Damien turned the tides and pointed the gun at the boy things turned in favor of the demigods. As the group of mortals gave a slight run out of the diner Lena walked to the door and shouted after them.Lovely chat, thanks again for the sincerity!

As she walked back to her seat, watching Damien literally kick them out of the diner, she noticed that the blonde left his wallet and keys to a car.Oh this is rich. Letting her New Zealand accent slip through. After combing through the wallet she found out the car was an 2016 Corvette in bright red.. With a gleam in her eye she looked out the giant windows and smiled as she way the sexy car parked in the lot.

She heard Damien shout something about free food but she just smirked and turned around holding the keys.You think that’s good? We just gained a 2016 Corvette. Lena said as she hit the lights button and the car flashed its lights before shutting them off. The daughter of Thantos couldn't help but smirk with pride as she sat back in the booth, her back against the glass and her legs sprawled out in the chair. Cars and music were Lena’s first and foremost love. Her step father had bought her an Audi for her birthday a few years ago but she traded it in for the mustang that Damien and her were taking to New York, now she had a much loved Corvette in bright red. Today was going to be a good one after all.