horace - jupiter - seventeen
horace leans casually against neptune's shrine. the lousy bowl of fruit had been updated with -- low and behold -- bananas. horace almost snorted when he saw them. the temple of neptune was nice and all, but jupiter's just had that much more swag, bro. apart from that, jupiter is waaay cooler. so what if you can control bath water? horace can create a strom to wipe you out. hurricanes, blizzards, typhoons... he's got it all. he'll smack you with a good tornado or two to set you right. horace smirked as he thought of percy jackson sitting in the bathtub creating mini waves to make his toy boat flow. he almost giggles. almost.
as usual, horace had his bronze rod (which by the way, turns into a hella shield! booyah, baby!) clipped to his belt, and his gladius sheathed. his pilum was still on his bunk in his barrack. dressed in the purple camp shirt, some jeans (rolled up above the ankle because horace is a hipster) and nike running shoes, he looked good. like usually, bruv. horace thought and smirked. he feels very self-conceited today. maybe it was the weather. it was raining. horace stepped outside. you'd think he'd be soaked, correct, hm? but not horace. abrakadabra, bishes! he was dry, cozy and warm, like usual- because of his dad and stuff. or his ability to not be affected by rain or storms. horace flashed a grin to a pretty venus boy who walked by. he almost caught himself doing the cheesy call me? gesture you saw in movies. horace leans slowly against the wall of the temple. thunder boomed up ahead. "afternoon, paps!" horace mumbled, smiling crookedly.
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