Spyridon Stathis Boarding School for Young Demigods

Being escorted down the hallways of school on your first day is no fun. Being escorted down the hallways of school on your first day because they couldn't trust your temper and quick-to-judge actions is terrible. Indeed, that was the situation Kam was in as of this moment. Once they reached the door to the classroom, the escort looked towards her.

"No trouble, got that? Half the kids here are new. I don't want you to scar them with your coldness, mentally or physically," he looked through the window, quickly gauging the tone of the classroom at the moment. "Though, judging by everyone's actions, it looks like there won't be any chance of that happening, am I--"

He was cut off by a shout from charge. "Good lord! I only iced the guy because he was bugging my friends. If he'd only left us alone..."

"The guy was panhandling for money!" the escort was about to continue, but she ignored him, instead turning around and opening the door. Once inside, she took note of all the stares. Obviously her small-scale argument had drawn attention to her. Abolishing her fiery mannerisms now, in front of these strangers, all foreign to her except for two or three of them, her eyes took upon the glint of one who hadn't the need for people. Handing her late slip to the teacher, a substitute no less, she sat in the back-middle right corner, quickly reading the assignment. A couple people appeared to already be preforming the required work, so she set right on it.

Taking out a favored black pen, she wrote the part about her parent easily, though it wouldn't be easy for the teacher to read her mixture between cursive and spindly print. That second part would be a problem. Surely they would think her strange for that scene outside. She sighed, putting her pen down while she examined those around her, trying to find someone who might take what had happened in step and ignore it.
 
Belle didn't bother to respond if any comebacks were made. She didn't want to further the argument when there's nothing to be said or done. The guy must know that to do that to a young lady just by turning them down must have a lot coming his way in the future. She didn't bother to get back at him either, nor did she want to even deal with the drama. She wanted to go back to her dorm and just rest, perhaps go to the archery range to ease this unnecessary stress. She'll only split a few arrows or so.

She looked up at the clock, the class only had about thirty minutes left to go. She sighed, looking out the window, then looking to the door. It was the teacher that had come back, it seems as though she doesn't notice the arrow at all. Oh well... It wasn't that big of a deal for Belle. She looked back down at her two pieces of paper, both front and back were filled with fine-printed words. She then looked to the door again as the knob moved, a student this time.

She only looked at her once then looked back outside. Pale skin with a cold presence. Much like the other that shot the arrow. Belle was curious as to why she was escorted by the other staff member, but she ignored it. It wasn't something she should get into. She looked to the clock again, only five minutes have gone by. Perhaps she would read over the essay and revise it? No. She already did that, and she didn't bother to do it again. She simply stood up from her seat, and handed the teacher her papers. She went to the door after telling the teacher that she had to go to the bathroom.

She walked the halls for a while, staring at the many lockers and the bland walls that had no decoration on them whatsoever. Belle then turned to the bathroom, giving herself a look in the mirror, she had nothing to fix about her appearance. She walked out of the bathroom yet stopped at the sound of mumbling and footsteps. She looked to her right. Even in schools like this, they have their punks. She began to walk away from them, yet they began to walk faster. With herself walking the opposite direction of the classroom to get away from these guys, they then made their comments,"Hey, tramp!"

Tramp? She questioned herself on that one. They could have done better than that. She didn't bother to walk away anymore. She simply turned around. She looked at them, and she knew full-well as to who they were. One was the son of Hades, a cocky bastard that is self-centered and idiotic. His friend that is way too gullible, son of Hermes. His girlfriend, the regular woman that would fall for one of the best-looking guys in school, daughter of Aphrodite. Don't forget the other son of Hermes. The one that follows his brother just to maintain a good social life in this school.

She knew them well. Last year, they picked a fight with her, slamming her to the ground and grabbing her by the hair. She has changed since the past year, practicing the whole summer just to become fit and to become well-skilled with close-hand combat. His girlfriend was the one to make the next comment, her ridiculously over exaggerated strut coming closer to Belle,"Hey." She seemed to be chewing gum, her blonde hair flowing as she walked. She stopped in front of her, only about a foot away from her,"I haven't seen you in a while. What have you been doing? Practicing your little princess stuff?" They always assumed that she was a princess, or at least they assumed that she thought of herself that way just by the way she brought herself around.

Another comment,"Still weak as all hell?" She circled her, checking her body out,"You're boobs didn't even grow that much." The rest of them laughed as she gave her annoying giggle. She didn't make a comment, she simply stood there.
 
Zarek looked up as the newcomer entered, after not really being able to help overhearing the small outburst just in front of the door. Another girl; she seems distant too, he mused. Still his eyes followed her as she moved around the room until decency dictated he not actually turn his head to watch. Hoping this girl wasn't prone to moody outbursts and accusations like the one who had just stepped out, he went back to conferring with Abe about whether or not they could somehow shoehorn in this or that small fact.

After a few minutes, and tapping his pencil against his notebook, Zarek suddenly turned in his seat. He didn't give himself time to think about it or he would be a stutter blushing mess again. And that had worked out so well the last time. Waving to the new girl, he called out across the room: "Hey; since you're late in coming and don't have a partner, do you want to join us?" Smiling warmly, he hoped that the casual request wouldn't get him accused of murder or idiocy.
 
"I'm not sure if just making stuff up is a good idea... I'd been in the habit of slacking in the past, but this year I want to try and give off a good impression. Besides, the general idea we had is still functional, we just picked the wrong person. We just need to find someone who-" Abe's musings to his friend were interrupted by a student entering the class, late and apparently with an escort. The girl in question quickly sat down and did her work, however Abe couldn't shake the feeling that she looked a bit troubled. She seemed nice enough anyway.

Abe remained quiet as Zarek called the new girl, silently impressed. He gave a nod toward his friend and said "Nice one! She seems nice enough, hopefully she wont be so standoffish." As he spoke, Abe watched as Belle left the class with the corner of his eye. He felt a bit bad about their confrontation earlier, and stuck up or not he felt she deserved an apology for his sloppy handling of the situation. "I gotta go do a thing, I have a matter to settle." Abe said as he rose from his seat. "Good luck buddy, make me proud.", he said to Zarekas as he gave him a clap on the shoulder, still following Belle with his gaze as she left the class.

Without further ado, Abe began to Belle at a distance. Waiting around a corner as she entered the restroom, Abe was approached by a group of shady looking students. He busied himself pretending to open a locker and they passed him by without a second glance. It seemed he wasn't worth their time. After they turned the corner, he began to look for his cold stalk-ee when he heard a rough jeer erupt into the hall. Following the voices, he came across the same group of students from before, but now they were circled around Belle, sneering rather uncreative insults. Abe remained at a distance, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. Though he was plainly in Belles' sight, none of the delinquents seemed to have noticed him yet. Content to watch unless the situation became sticky, Abe remained where he was.
 
Startled by the boy calling out to her, Kam glanced around, trying to find the speaker, before her dark eyes settled upon a boy, about a year younger than her. Without speaking, she stood up, carrying her things to an empty desk to the side of him. "You might not have guessed from my entrance or my demeanor, but I'm not really a people person," she said, a slight smile in her voice to tell him that she was joking. Though she wasn't, not really. However, she wasn't prepared to prove those who doubted her about her control over her emotions, and subsequently, her powers, right.

"Perhaps you can bear with me, then," she told him, before looking down at her paper. Gauging from the silence of the rest of the room, no one else seemed at all friendly, and she decided that she might have actually associated herself with someone halfway decent this time. Score one for the Slavic girl.

"Would you prefer to begin, or shall I?"
 
Belle clenched her fists at her stupid comments. She didn't bother to look at her, but she made it so her bangs covered her eyes, she looked down at their feet, watching her shadow as the increasing light coming from the window behind them was throbbing with both heat and power. She was still circling her, she began to grab her long hair,"You got to cut this crap. Seriously, it's ugly." What is she doing now? Trying to give her tips about her beauty. She looked up in the general direction of the Hades boys, she could see the arrogant guy standing against the walls. Everything began to echo throughout her head.

"Always so up-tight and serious! And quick to judge, at that!" That single comment from the one standing against the wall. Another one of his comments echoed."Keep that up and you're going to have a sad, lonely, unfulfilled life."

As well as the blondie judging her looks around her, her annoying voice was repeating in her head like a broken mix-tape. All of these people -- they never knew what it was like for her. She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help but shed a single tear in which rolled down her face. One of the Hades' boys began to laugh, the older one,"Oh boy! Now she's crying!". She didn't want to seem weak, not in front of them, nor in front of the young man against the wall. She simply let go of her fists. The girl slowly making her way around her right side. She looked up, grabbed her by the hair, and put her right foot forward. She tripped her, slamming her face into the ground, causing her nose to bleed along with shrieking and curse words coming from her mouth.

She looked forward, at the guy. She saw the incoming punch at her neck, she was able to deflect it, but with force of that strong and without preparation for the block, she required both arms. With both arms being sore from the punch, another one swiftly came at her face. With a loud shriek, she fell back wards, flat off of her feet, and hitting the ground with a thud. A bruise marked her cheek, her left nostril bleeding. He went to kick her, yet something prevented him. A shield. A bright shield with light illuminating around it's sides. He spoke again, the other Hades' boy helping the girl up,"So this is your power!? Shielding!?" He gave a loud cackle.

"I'll show you true power!". He formed fire at the palms of his hands, and with that comment, it annoyed Belle to the point where she shed a second tear, but as it fell to the ground, bursting light came from around her. Causing the Hades' boy to fall backward. She couldn't hold the light for much longer. The boy being pissed, Belle being worn out and in pain, he through a fireball at her right arm. She was able to dodge it, but another one came hurling at her left side, she was able to shield it, but with another one to her right arm, she was hit. Scorched by the fire.

She remained seated on her butt near the window, and she wouldn't hold back with the light any longer. She enhanced the rays of the sun to burst the glass of the window, and without any sight of her, she was able to jump out the window, shielding her fall, and headed to the dormitories. Only a few tears coming from her eyes, her left hand clenching her now scorched, left arm, letting the blood from the bunch on her cheek trickle down to her chin. This wasn't the first time that this has ever happened...
 
Zarek was in uncharted waters, but the girl seemed nice enough despite her lightly teasing words. Offering her a friendly smile and his hand by way of greeting, he introduced himself. "Zarek Parsi, it's my first day here. Just a heads-up, I don't know too much about my- er- heritage so you might be at a bit of a disadvantage when it comes to the assignment."

He ducked his head in apology before motioning with a sweep of an elegantly long-fingered hand, "By all means, ladies first. As long as that's not offensively old-fashioned."
 
"Kamila Blaise," she answered, before a slightly amusing thought came to her. "But if you call me that, I'll cut out your tongue." Again, she placed a smile in her voice, along with a slight upward tug at her lips, to tell the boy that she wasn't entirely serious. Even though she really did hate her name. "Call me Kam, if it isn't too much of a bother." She brushed off his apology like it was nothing, people were always apologizing for one thing or another, and it was common now.

"It wouldn't be your fault," she said, before nearly laughing as he told her she could go first, so long as she wasn't offended by its old-fashionedness. Instead, she simply nodded, before saying, "My mother is Marzanna, the Slavic goddess of death, winter, and nightmares, though you've probably never heard of her before now, unless you're Polish. She's not very special, I'll admit. The only interesting thing about her is that an effigy of her gets burned, drowned, or both in Poland at the end of every winter. Not much else," Kam finished with a shrug.
 
By the moment that the blonde had first touched Belle's hair, Abe had decided that they had gone far enough. Attempting to disarm the situation he started toward the group at a quick walk. However, things turned out much worse then he expected and more importantly happened too fast for him to prevent. Abe reached the group at the moment Belle did her leap through the window, immediately seizing the boy who was making the fireballs by his right arm, squeezing hard enough to bruise. Controlled rage danced Abe's eyes. One of the few things the large boy despised about the human race was it's affinity toward violence, and the sight of it brought him to anger quickly.

"You had best think very carefully before your next move. I can break your arm in a second, and I'm going to tell you now that I am not in the best mood." Abe turned toward the rest of the group, giving them each a heated glare and swinging the fire-starter with him as if he weighed no more than an apple. "I don't know what's happened to start this, but it's going to end. Immediately."

However, the son of Hades felt that such treatment was an affront to his pride. "You can't tell me what to do, you giant freak!" he sneered, starting a fire in his free hand. Abe gave him a sidelong glance before clicking his tongue and saying "Didn't I just tell you to think things through?" He clenched his fist and a sick cracking sound echoed through the halls as the boy's humerus snapped. The boy let out a shriek of pain and Abe tossed him into the lockers along the wall, the boy's body making a fairly sizable dent on impact. As he looked on, trying to comprehend what was happening, Abe brought his fist down onto the skull of the eldest son of Hermes. It was a light hit as far as Abe was concerned, but the boy fall to the ground immediately. Abe took off at a run toward the shattered window, calling out to the remaining son of Hermes "Go and find them a nurse!"

Without stopping, Abe jumped through the window, landing loudly but more or less unharmed. He gave himself a quick once-over after his landing. His legs would probably be sore tomorrow, he had some scrathes on his arms from the jagged glass around the window-frame, and he had split a few knuckles during the short fight. But he had more important things to worry about at the moment, and looked around the unfamiliar school grounds. Catching sight of Belle, he ran in her direction. "Hey, wait up!" He called as he neared her.
 
Belle ran as fast as she could, but among falling onto the floor, she hasn't reached the dormitory yet. In fact, she was going in the wrong direction. She seemed to have been going the wrong direction for a while now, due to the fact that she just wanted to get away from there as fast as possible. She was heavily breathing, the blood on her face seemed to have a dried up and nobody seemed to have stopped her. She took deep breaths before walking towards the dormitories, with her bangs covering the bloody part of her face, and her right arm being clenched by her left. Although, despite how much she tries to hide it, one could easily tell that she has been hit with some flame attack.

She had finally reached the dormitories, but once she heard a voice calling out to her. Echoing through the halls, she turned. The young man from her first class, she didn't hesitate to form shields to create some sort of obstacle course in order to get to her. She ran as fast as she could, she was sprinting in fact. She didn't want another fight, not when she's defenseless without her bow. She tripped at the sight of the blondie. She was in front of her. She tried to crawl away after her formed light began to dissipate.

"Where do you think you're going!?" Before she could stand up, the sound of chasing footsteps caused her to fall on her stomach. She shielded herself, yet she took a knife from her back pocket. Stabbing at the shield, she managed to form small cracks into it. Belle never thought they'd go this far, not as far as to kill her. What kind of thing happened when she left, she did no harm, they had no right to do this. She immediately got up and tackled her. Forming shrieks echoing through the halls. Belle seemed to have gotten cut on her cheek from the knife, and while being thrown overhead, she formed a shield around her when she came at her, awaiting for what is to come.
 
Not even realizing that the shields were there, Abe slapped into the first one face-first. "Oh god dammit!" He swore, rubbing his now bruised forehead. He shook his head and looked for Belle again to find her being menaced by the blonde from before, now brandishing a knife. These people are f***ing insane! He exclaimed mentally. Crouching down and gathering his strength into his legs, Abe jumped. He managed to launch himself an impressive twenty feet into the air, clearing the shields and crash-landing within ten feet of Belle and her assailant. Startled by the giant student literally falling from the sky, the blonde girl jumped and turned toward Abe as he shakily stood up and brushed himself off. Without wasting a moment, he ran to the still-dazed girl and tore the knife from her hand.

"I thought I told you to leave her alone, you psychotic b****!" Abe threatened, barely restraining the urge to shout. He held the confiscated knife in either hand, his right holding the blade and his left holding the handle. He bent the blade in half, no sign of strain on his face. Winding his right arm back, Abe threw the knife at the ground to the left of the blonde, sending bits of earth flying and embedding the now useless weapon a good five feet into the ground. "I'm quickly losing my temper with you, little lady. I advise you run away very quickly and avoid me for the next few weeks." Abe delivered his ultimatum, standing between Belle and the blonde with crossed arms and a very unhappy frown on his rugged face. Fear took the blonde's face as comprehension of what the giant young man could do to her reached her mind. Abe turned toward the young woman on the ground behind him as her would-be assailant fled with all the speed she could muster.

Abe squatted down toward the girl, arms resting on his knees. He stretched out a hand and knocked lightly on her shield. "Nice trick you have there. I don't think that group will be bothering you for a while." Exhaustion from the sudden exertion washed over Abe's body, and he sat down heavily on the grass. "Not sure what this school's policy on fights are, but that seemed just a bit out of hand. You'll be happy to know I left Mr Fireball embedded in a locker, and one of the other two is going to have a nasty bump." He turned his head toward her, a gentle smile on his face. "By the way, sorry about the whole fiasco in the classroom earlier. I probably should have thought that one through a bit more."
 
{Wasn't really sure about your views on cursing, so I censored myself anyway, just to be safe.}
 
He was talking to a girl- a pretty girl- and he was doing pretty well if he did say so himself. She kept smiling, anyway. Put at ease by his new partner's easy, sarcastic manner, Zarek couldn't help a grin spreading across his face. "I'm kind of fond of my tongue, so Kam it is."

Listening to her brief explanation of her divine mother's peculiar worship rites, Zarek jotted notes and couldn't help a sympathetic cringe. Casting luminous hazel eyes up from is paper, he gazed at the girl, "That's kind of harsh, isn't it? I mean, I don't know if I could handle seeing an effigy of my mom burned or drowned or anything." He shook his head and had to subsequently brush the dark hair out of his eyes before continuing, a sheepish smile lighting his face as he took a stab at levity, "I cried at my sixth birthday party when I found out what I was supposed to do to my pinata, and that was just a ninja turtle."

Finishing his notes and feeling pretty pleased with the shape of his report Zarek leaned back, eager to talk to the girl and not work on the assignment. It wasn't everyday that he could do this without putting his foot in his mouth so he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity while it lasted. However, the thought to fulfill his side of the agreement before nosing into her personal business, "My mom's a goddess too, Ninsar from Sumeria. I don't really expect you to know about her either unless you're from Iraq and a couple thousand years old. She aged well, I guess," he said with a little shrug not unlike Kam's. "She's a plant/earth goddess, and runs a landscaping company back home in Florida. Hate to say, but I don't really know much more than that. Apparently there's some sort of complicated family situation that she doesn't want to talk about having to do with that; the deity thing, I mean."
 
"I've never been to one of the rituals, so I wouldn't know," she said after listening to his comment about his pinata, "Besides, I never knew my mother, so it doesn't really bother me." She was silent as he spoke about his heritage, quickly writing down what he said. Perhaps this was why no one could read her handwriting: she wrote too fast to form coherent letters, she mused, losing track of what she was doing, her pencil sliding a bit down the page, leaving a dark line on the paper. Hoping he hadn't noticed her loss of concentration, she erased the mark.

When he had finished telling her about his mother's powers, she set down her pencil, looking at the good-sized report. While he had been speaking, she had added details, side notes, and anecdotes to it, to flesh out the passage, though some of it might not be true. But surely the substitute wouldn't know, not unless, as Zarek had said, she was from Iraq and two thousand years old.

"Guess we're finished, then," Kam said, running her eyes along her writing to make it look like she was revising it, but in reality she figured there was no possibility of her making a spelling mistake. Or, not any that the teacher would be able to tell. "So, son of an earth goddess. Does that mean you're able to make plants grow?"
 
The news about Kam not having known her mother saddened the boy, and it seemed to be a difficult subject for her, so Zarek chose not to press. He watched her closely, noting her strangely un-girly handwriting, and not mentioning the hastily-earased line. His eyes seemed to have lightened as they turned to her, reminiscent of light through leaves and politely curious. For a moment he was worried that she might leave once they traded stories, but found himself pleasantly surprised when she stuck around to ask him about his abilities.

A somewhat embarrassed smile lit his features, and Zarek nodded. "Yeah, that's right. I'm not very good at it though." Inside as they were, he had nothing to demonstrate with; it wasn't as if he could just conjure things from thin air as his other classmates might. He fought back a feeling of inferiority and instead changed the subject back to his guest, "Yours is winter and... nightmares?" He tried to remember without glancing at his report, "Please don't hold this against me, but that seems a little bleak for someone who's as nice as you are."
 
"I'm not normally this nice. Of course, considering half the students here," Kam glanced behind him, at some of the other students, "I could be considered nice..." she trailed off, remembering her last year here. Then she spoke once more, "The nightmares isn't too bad," Kam said. "Dreams have affected history. Descartes dreamed up the scientific method, James Watson and Francis Crick discovered the structure of DNA due to a dream Watson had. Or, more relevant, Abraham Lincoln had a dream about his assassination, but didn't heed it until he was indeed killed the next day. As for winter, it isn't so bad, most of the time. It's sort of like a coin. One side is the heat you feel before you feel the cold of it, the second is the cold you feel. Or something. That's how my tutor explained it once." Shaking her head slightly incredulously, she looked back up into his eyes.

"I'd show you, but it might start more fights with me than it's worth."
 
OOC: I'm fine with the swearing.

Many thoughts ran through Belle's head. She didn't know what to think. She kept the shield up, her eyes wide, her heart beating fast, her chest raising each breath that she took. She shook her head, opened her mouth slightly, yet no words were spoke. The only sound coming out was the stuttering of 'I'. She looked around, for a bit, seeing the girl's wing. She quickly sprinted for it, not knowing what to do. Blood dripping down her face, causing only a few specks on the floor that trailed to her room.

She made it into her room, safe and sound. That is where she would pull out her first aid kit and treat her wounds. Tears came from her eyes, yet she ignored them. Treating the burnt spot on her arm was the most difficult of all. Belle finished treating her wounds, patching up the burnt area after putting cream over it. She changed her clothing to remove the now bloody and burnt clothes. She put on a simple white dress that made her look absolutely beautiful. Even though it was just a plain, everyday, white dress with small decals over it, it made her look beautiful.

She looked at her body in the mirror. How could a tall person like her be so weak? So lenient? Her attitude described the opposite of who she was.
 
The things she knew about these historical dreamers were fascinating, but he supposed that it made sense for her to know them. "I had no idea about any of that. It's some really interesting stuff," Zarek said, a look of mild surprise crossing his features. The talk about winter, however, had him shaking his head.

"I guess snow looks pretty enough, but I just don't think I can deal with the cold. I'm already not looking forward to being here when it happens," He spread his hands wide, comfortable grin back on his face, "I guess I'm just a true Floridian; give me sunshine and heat and I flourish." A sudden thought struck him: "Like a plant that way too, I guess. Huh."

Zarek brushed off the idea with a little shrug and noticed Kam's eyes on his. He could feel a flush creeping over his cheeks, and willed it to stop as his eyes darted away. You were doing so good, don't get stupid now. Clearing his throat a little, he answered, concern knitting his dark brows. "Well, it's the first day and all so better not to start any fights just yet. Maybe some other time? I mean- to show me your abilities- not to fight." He shouldered on past his little bit of fluster, hoping she wouldn't laugh.

"You seem to know some of our classmates; have you been going to this school for very long?"
 
Abe remained seated as the long-haired girl dashed away. More than anything, it looked like she just wanted to be left alone. On top of that, he was too tired to continue all the running around. So, after a moment to catch his breath, Abe got up and walked back into the main school building. He in the first bathroom he saw to clean himself off, wiping the bird from his hands and face, cleaning what blood he could from his arms and knuckles, though the shallow cuts were still plainly visible.

As new to the building as he was, it was a miracle that he was able to find his way back to his first period class. He opened the door without a word and walked in with his customary grin, now slightly fatigued. He plopped down heavily in his chair near Zarek and the new girl without a word and hung his head, hands resting on his knees. He had the feeling that his body would be uncomfortably stiff for the next few days.
 
"This would be my third year here, and I think it would be okay to show you my powers sometime soon." Hearing the door to the classroom open, she turned around in her seat, seeing who it was. She wathced him as he sat down. While she was no expert on people, the way he hung his head and how his shoulders slumped must have meant something bad. But the smile he had when he walked in. This is why you don't make friends, Kam. People are too complicated, she thought, sighing. The next thing she noticed was his size. He seemed more fit to be a man than a highschooler.

Trying to remedy the situation, but not sure how though, she addressed him, "Do you have everything for the assignment? I can help if you need it. Zarek and I sort of finished a few minutes ago."
 
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