At twenty four years old most individuals have already graduated college. They did their time in university and have moved on to better pastures. No longer were they subject to classes, exams, essays, and all the monotonous labos of education. They were free to live their lives, get ‘real’ jobs and pursue their careers. If the thousands of dollars in debt did not hold them back of course. It was at this point in life that most individuals were just starting their taste of ‘the real world’ that college and any other schooling beforehand had prepared them for.
This was not the case for a certain son of Nike. No, not Victoria, this twenty four year old was a demi-god of Greek descent. Something that not too long ago would have been a strange sight to see in New Rome, but had been much more common in recent years. Especially here at the campus of New Rome’s finest collegiate institute. Darren Cross was not your average anything. He had no actual formal education, no birth certificate, and no known living relatives (not on the godly side). That made getting accepted into college, even the one here in New Rome, a fairly hard task. It took a lot of encouragement (and by that we mean ribbing and accusations) from Tiberia before he was able to get his G.E.D. and then apply to and get accepted into the college.
So, to say he was already a bit behind was an understatement. Most, if not all of this material was new to him, he could barely read (he only learned how to read when he was almost nineteen) and the whole dyslexia thing did not make anything easier. Thankfully the professors were aware of this, and over the last couple of years Darren had calmed down a little bit. Not a lot, he was still the same hyperactive fool he’d always been, but he was more mature now, had a bit more stability in his life. Stability that came in the form of a certain descendant of Neptune. Stability that did not care how long it took him to finish an essay or single homework problem, but made sure that he got it done on time. Stability that without he would have either dropped out or been flunked out by now.
Needless to say, Darren Cross owed a lot of his current school successes to one Tiberia Flavia Scipia. Success that included Graduation in one years time. IF all went well with his last two semesters. Which, they absolutely would, if he wasn’t currently skipping a class. In his defense it was a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, people were off on the grounds playing kan-jam, volleyball, and other college campus ‘sports’. This of course led to our now shirt wearing Australian (because apparently it was considered ‘unacceptable’ to not wear them during class) resting only a bit away from the Spikeball players, with his hands on his once again shirtless stomach, head laid down on his book bag listening to the comforting sounds of competition and tweeting birds.
In his mind, this day was perfect. He was sure there was something he was supposed to be doing, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it. Plus, he was too relaxed to care. Something that didn’t usually happen for our resident child of Nike unless they were running or sword fighting. It was a strange sensation for him and he had no intention of ever letting it go, which is possibly why the fates decided to defy him at that very moment. His nice sun tan was interrupted by a shadow covering him. Eyes still closed he huffed out a breath, opening his mouth to speak to the person that was blocking out the sun. “Heeeey, not sure what the big idea is but I’d appreciate it if you like moved to the right or left a little bit. You are very much in the way of the sun that I was enjoying.” Motormouth he still very much was.
This was not the case for a certain son of Nike. No, not Victoria, this twenty four year old was a demi-god of Greek descent. Something that not too long ago would have been a strange sight to see in New Rome, but had been much more common in recent years. Especially here at the campus of New Rome’s finest collegiate institute. Darren Cross was not your average anything. He had no actual formal education, no birth certificate, and no known living relatives (not on the godly side). That made getting accepted into college, even the one here in New Rome, a fairly hard task. It took a lot of encouragement (and by that we mean ribbing and accusations) from Tiberia before he was able to get his G.E.D. and then apply to and get accepted into the college.
So, to say he was already a bit behind was an understatement. Most, if not all of this material was new to him, he could barely read (he only learned how to read when he was almost nineteen) and the whole dyslexia thing did not make anything easier. Thankfully the professors were aware of this, and over the last couple of years Darren had calmed down a little bit. Not a lot, he was still the same hyperactive fool he’d always been, but he was more mature now, had a bit more stability in his life. Stability that came in the form of a certain descendant of Neptune. Stability that did not care how long it took him to finish an essay or single homework problem, but made sure that he got it done on time. Stability that without he would have either dropped out or been flunked out by now.
Needless to say, Darren Cross owed a lot of his current school successes to one Tiberia Flavia Scipia. Success that included Graduation in one years time. IF all went well with his last two semesters. Which, they absolutely would, if he wasn’t currently skipping a class. In his defense it was a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, people were off on the grounds playing kan-jam, volleyball, and other college campus ‘sports’. This of course led to our now shirt wearing Australian (because apparently it was considered ‘unacceptable’ to not wear them during class) resting only a bit away from the Spikeball players, with his hands on his once again shirtless stomach, head laid down on his book bag listening to the comforting sounds of competition and tweeting birds.
In his mind, this day was perfect. He was sure there was something he was supposed to be doing, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it. Plus, he was too relaxed to care. Something that didn’t usually happen for our resident child of Nike unless they were running or sword fighting. It was a strange sensation for him and he had no intention of ever letting it go, which is possibly why the fates decided to defy him at that very moment. His nice sun tan was interrupted by a shadow covering him. Eyes still closed he huffed out a breath, opening his mouth to speak to the person that was blocking out the sun. “Heeeey, not sure what the big idea is but I’d appreciate it if you like moved to the right or left a little bit. You are very much in the way of the sun that I was enjoying.” Motormouth he still very much was.