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Post by renzoferro on Feb 3, 2011 19:13:18 GMT -5
Today was Thursday. In fact, it was Thursday evening, considerably late at that. Renzo had made a very large donation to St Ruth's Hospital to get such an interestingly timed appointment ( that had been on Sunday evening) with the Sexual Health Doctor, a Dr Marzuth, but it had been urgent. He'd needed to see the doctor immediately and he'd been frustrated by news he'd been given. Marzuth had told him quite frankly that it was far too soon after his most recent sexual encounter to get a decent reading from the tests and that Renzo should come back later in the week. Disappointed and frustrated, Renzo had booked an appointment at the hospital for Thursday evening, again at an obscenely late time, again at the obscene expense of his wallet. Having just walked out of the hospital for the second time that week, Renzo was yet again disappointed and frustrated. He'd just submitted himself to the most embarrassing thing he felt he'd ever done- an STI test. He'd gone all the way and was utterly ashamed- if anyone knew.... but no, they mustn't. He held the piece of paper Marzuth's assisstant a handsome young man named Mark, had given him. On it was the time and date of his next appointment, next Tuesday morning, when Renzo could come in and get the results of the tests listed on the paper- a blood test and a full STI check, which would check for a list of disgusting infections listed- Hep A, B and C, syphilis, gonorrhea... if it could transmitted via sex, it was on the list. Renzo had to be sure. Embarrassed and frustrated, he shoved his hands in the pocket of his Ben Sherman jacket, clutching the little sheet of paper tight. This whole debacle was a disaster. If only he hadn't gone to Cancun last weekend. Some friends from Paris had called him up and said they were going to the Mexican party hub for the weekend and they wanted him to meet them there and go out clubbing and drinking with them. Renzo had said of course, and met up with Isabelle, Lia and Chabert at their hotel on Friday evening after excusing himself from his classes at Richmond early to catch a flight. As soon as he'd arrived, the four of them had started drinking then gone out dancing. Saturday had been executed in this order - recovering, brunching, swimming in the hotel's pool, lunching, sunbathing, drinking, goutant, sunbathing, drinking, getting dressed to go out, drinking and having a small dinner at the hotel's four star restaurant before drinking in the penthouse suite the four were occupying. It wasn't long before Lia had invited some random but attractive boys she'd met downstairs at the bar while they'd been eating dinner (and drinking). Now, here was the interesting part. She hadn't invited them up for herself- she'd invited them up for Chabert and Renzo. Chabert was one of Renzo's only openly gay friends, but with the exception of Chicago in America and the few guys Renzo had already slept with, Chabert, Lia and Isabelle were the only people who knew he was gay, and that was the way he liked it. However, thinking she was a matchmaker extraordinaire, Lia had invited les garcons upstairs to drink with them, with the intention of setting Renzo and Chabert up with one of the boys each. Surprisingly, it had worked, extremely well, in fact. Of the boys she'd brought upstairs, three out of the seven were gay, and it a grossly sexual twist of events, after going out dancing and losing two of the new boys to some random clubbers they'd met at a bar called Merengue, Lia and Isabelle had taken a boy each into their bedrooms, so had Renzo, and Chabert had taken two. Renzo had spent the night with random boys before, but that night had been an experience. The crazy hot Mexican heat, combined with the attractive, sexually inspiring boy, the excessive tequila and the blood pumping through his body from all the dancing let Renzo to have what would quite definitely become one of the most intense sexual experiences in his life- for two reasons. The first was that the boy, Matthew, an interior designer from England, was amazing in bed. The second was, the condom broke and Renzo didn't realise until after he woke up the next morning on the floor, Matthew having passed out in a chair on the other side of the room. His second hangover in two days killing him, Renzo tried to figure out the most logical way to react to what was happening. It didn't work and he freaked out, throwing a tantrum at the nearest possible animate object. Matthew, quite frankly terrified by the distraught, possibly insane teenager he'd just spent the night with, fled, half naked, back to his own hotel room while Renzo cancelled his seven thirty pm flight back to the East Coast and booked the next one, at nine forty five. His next call was to a local taxi company, and the one after, to St Ruths, with promises of a very large donation if he could see somebody tonight. Now, it was Thursday, he was cold, it was raining now, too. Merde, thought Renzo. Now my hair is wet. It was windy and Renzo was frustrated and miserable, he wanted to get back to Richmond and into his own bed. He began the short trudge up the hill to Richmond High School- there was no point calling a taxi as the hospital was closer the the school than it was to the taxi terminus and he'd get home faster rather than having to wait. Using his power as son of Apollo to keep himself warm, he tried to feel the sun's energy he'd soaked up over the weekend that he'd left to charge inside himself, like a solar battery. Instantly he felt a bit warmer and not quite as miserable. Then a huge gust of wind blew him backwards and almost knocked him over. 'AH!' Renzo screamed. ' Je deteste l'hiver!' he moaned, and he picked himself up off the ground- then he turned around and realized the piece of paper he'd scrunched up in his hand was no longer there. It must have fallen out of his hand when he'd fallen over, and- there! It was now being blown up the hill towards Richmond High, faster than Renzo could run. Still, Renzo sprinted after it. No-one at that school could see that pieve of paper. He'd die of embarrassment. He chased the square of card as quickly as he could- for heaven forbid someone pick it up before him and see exactly where he'd been tonight! Note - this is quite a sophisticated plotline, so plz, i'd love some really intense writing- match my first post in quality at least, if not quantity let's make your charrie and Renzo have a really intense relationship- of some description
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Post by cory on Feb 4, 2011 22:01:44 GMT -5
Cory wasn't one to dismiss her usual evening jog to a bit of weather. She didn't miss the daily occasion for anything. Nomatter how numb her ankles came from the cold, she could still feel the sidewalk pressing down on the thinly worn soles of her running sneakers. Despite the times she would trip over a spare pebble and lodge herself headfirst into the snow in her thin sweatshirt, short soffie shorts and knee-length spandex, she didn't sulk home in a shivery manner, she kept on running. Even if blood ran down her knees with turbulent stumbles from the frozen ice she could cartwheel over, it was not an occasion that could keep her from her steady, bounding pace. Besides, on Sundays her course took her by the Playground.
Cory wasn't a consistent person (in fact, she was , but somehow her jogs around campus as well as the town were always routinely, and she could never remember a time she had taken a detour. And on Sundays, she would bounce the extra couple of miles so that she could pass the playground. Over the last day of the weekend, there were plentiful packs of kids scrambling over the metal and plastic sculpture. They looked like a blend of a spider and a monkey, grabbing through the rungs and scittering on the platforms. It was very entertaining. The playground was one of the only places that Cory could stop voluntarily. But an even greater wonder was after all the kids had left.
The dawn light splayed across the mulch that rolled in oceans under the metal and plastic structure. Cory loved to look at the deep mars in the substance below the monkey bars, where kids had jumped off midway because of tired, torn palms or of pure fear, even. But there were deep, brown patches where kids had not landed on their feets, but on their bums, or backs. Cory imagined them sitting there for a moment or two, before letting out crazy wails and cries for their parents or babysitters or whoever was around to watch them. This was always Cory's favorite place to check out. But Cory also liked to look in the sandbox, where olde toys were forgotten and deposited. Cory, as childish as it seemed, like to think up stories for these action figures and cracked orange buckets while she retreated back to the play structure. The play structure was the worst. There was rarely anything there but muddy footprints. Sometimes she'd follow then up the stairs and ladders or down the slide, but the footsteps were so basic. She couldn't get any information from them, as the dirt just seemed to all blend together.
Cory had never had a family that could drag her to playgrounds or help her if she fell on her bum, or take her back to the sandbox if she left her toys, or watch her as her musty footprints marked the metal platforms of the play structure. She had grown up with a mother, a single mother, who was required to work. She didn't visit the playground often at all, and when she did, she was just simply by herself, or maybe with her brother. And she'd sit on the edge of the stairs and wonder why her dad couldn't take her. It wasn't something to wonder out loud, just when she sat by herself there, not exactly feeling sorry for herself, just trying to push away that biting nagging feeling.
Thinking back, Cory realized that the question shouldn't have been answered at that time, no matter how desperately curious Cory got sometimes. Luckily, it wasn't given up to her until recently at school. Hades. Who wouldn've known? Sure, her brother was a relatively dark kid. If not dark, quiet and soft-spoken. That wasn't around her, but around other people. Cody was good at talking to her. They were like any other siblings, but closer. I mean, she had a mother at one point, but now she didn't have anyone but him. Cory began to ponder this as she returned to jogging in her usual path. It began to ran. Wow. Hades. Sometimes Cory still wanted to slap someone. What a conspiracy theory! This had taken a lot of people to pull off such a lie. But she had seen it before her own eyes, his power, or at least the power he had given to his kids.
Cory rounded a corner and found herself outside of St. Ruth's Hospital and next to another boy who was about her age. It was raining steadily now, and his stature determined that he was not a big fan of the torrent running down his floppy hair, now matted and clumping. She had sworn she had seen the boy somewhere before. He probably went to her school, but there wasn't enough time for Cory to know everyone, to be able to put everybody's name to everybody's face. Besides, the back of one's head looks just the same as anyone elses when you're stuck in the rain. She slowed her pace, staying behind him for a moment before deciding to simply turn a corner. At such a point, she began her sprint that she did every night to finish off her run. it felt good to have to press into her deepest strengths to finally end the course with an uphill lope.
She wondered about the boy though. Was he alright in the rain? He had been clearly unhappy. However, she felt the wind pick up and shivered, forgetting about him for just a moment when she heard a thick scream and then a moan. 'Je deteste l'hiver!' was barely audible through the rain and Cory's understanding of French was messy, but she could make out his meaning. She turned back and forth to see if she could help the boy, but all she saw was a paper fluttering like an insect (a soaked, reckless insect) and being carried by the rain. After a few moments of walking after it, she saw a boy sprint from the sidewalk he was on. Cory was relatively surprised to see the boy, who had been moping before, with this much energy. She was much ahead of him , and on top of the hill, so she continued her sprint but set her aim after the piece of paper.
It was about a minute of running before her hand pinched together a fold in the paper. But off balance in her grip, her tumbled forward into the road, scraping her elbows badly. At least she had the paper. She realized it wasn't her business to read, because it seemed so important to the boy, so before sitting up, she folded it together to keep from the urge of reading it. She then stood quietly, trying to shout out to the boy, if her voice could carry that far. But she realized that he was much closer than she had though, about a few meters, and still running.
"I have your paper!" She said through the rain, and beginning to walk back towards him. But something in the back of her mind was biting to know why it was so important. She looked down at the triangular shape she had folded out of the paper, and she held it behind her back. Cory had run hard for that paper, and this boy was going to have to earn it back.
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Post by renzoferro on Feb 4, 2011 22:36:39 GMT -5
'I have your paper!'
'Give it back. Now!' Renzo demanded, catching up with the girl who'd been sprinting past him and was now holding the appointment to pick up his STI test results. He didn't care that he was being rude- that piece of paper was private. No-one was allowed to read it. He couldn't imagine the embarrassment if somebody from Richmond managed to get a hold of it. That list of tests would make him the laughing stock of the entire school.... what son of the god of medicine got syphilis?!
The worst part was, this girl, who had just materialised out of his worst nightmare (probably), was familiar. He recognised her from the school. He didn't know her very well but her name was Cory, which he thought was short for something. She was in his year and she was another demi-god. She couldn't read that paper? He stopped just in front of her, trying to get his breath back after his short sprint. A couple of deep breaths, then he stood up straight and held out his hand. 'That belongs to me and I need it. Please, give it back now,' he ordered, his tone expressing how very serious he was.
He took this moment to study the girl. He didn't pay a lot of attention to girls in general. This one was obviously insane. It was freezing, raining, windy, and she was wearing practically nothing, jogging in the ridiculous weather. If she was that unstable, who knows what she'd do with his form? She'd probably post it on the school noticeboards. Or read it out over the intercom. Renzo started to breath quickly. Sometimes, he was prone to hyperventilating when he was trying not to freak out. Like right now. He knew if he freaked out, like he did if things were going not his way, Cory would never give the file back. It was a symptom of his control issues- if things weren't going in a way he could manage them, he tended to freak out and go ballistic- he didn't want to do that, or he'd never get his paper back.
'Cory,' he said, trying to appeal to the girl's better nature- hopefully she wasn't cruel and malicious like some of the students. He smiled nervously at her. 'I'm sorry. I do not mean to be rude. But I really need that paper it is very important to me. So you have to give it back to me. Maintenant, merci. Immediatement!' Renzo's breath was getting faster. He hated this- he was losing control, not able to concentrate on speaking English and not his first language of French to the probably American girl. He looked straight into the girl's eyes, trying to focus. Breathe, Renzo, he thought. Respire. Respire.
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Post by cory on Feb 5, 2011 9:51:53 GMT -5
'Give it back. Now!' Cory stiffened, put off by his up front of bitterness. This caused her to hold the paper tighter under her fingers, already read from holding the fold so intensely.
However, in that moment, the guy's face came into view, and Cory smirked. One of the fluent french speakers in her class, she should've known. He was Renzo - was that short for something? - as well as in her grade. He was a demigod, so they shared classes as well. However, Cory hadn't talked to him outside of class, and obviously hadn't even began to think about meeting him out in the street, in the rain, holding something of his.
She let him go on, realizing he had more to say. 'That belongs to me and I need it. Please, give it back now,' Cory smirked. He was clearly wrong. She was holding the paper, not him, so for the time being, it was her's. She watched the boy for a moment. He was hunched over, soaked, and clearly in a state of dire discontent. She looked out over the rain for a moment, thinking about what the hell the paper might even mean. Diary entry? Love note? No, the paper looked a hella too formal for such things. Cory wasn't usually a malicious person, but his rude words had made up her mind. Who didn't love being in control?
'Cory,' Oh, well at least he remembered my name, she thought, as his next words came tumbling out 'I'm sorry. I do not mean to be rude. But I really need that paper it is very important to me. So you have to give it back to me. Maintenant, merci. Immediatement!' Cory smiled lightly, glad he was having the slightest change in mood (though he still sounded rather desperate.) There was still a chance, now, that he'd get his paper back sooner than later, but Cory wanted just one answer to her question.
"Pourquoi?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. Her smirk was gone from her face, but she looked clearly interested to why the piece of paper had so much worth.
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Post by renzoferro on Feb 6, 2011 1:03:03 GMT -5
Renzo felt his heart (yeah, he had one) crushed like the paper as Cory squeezed it tighter. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. He was freezing and wet and about to be too embarrassed to return to Richmond High. This wasn't happening! He brought his hands to his face and tried to rub his temples to calm his thoughts- his paranoia was flying around his head. He couldn't believe she wasn't just giving it back, he couldn't believe she even had his paper, he couldn't believe he even needed it in the first place. Eurgh. He wanted to blame other people, Matthew, Lia, even Cory- but no, he knew it was his own fault.
He hated this. Cory had control over him, in the form of a stupid little piece of paper. It was insufferable- Renzo HATED being out of the power position. He needed to be in control of the entire situation- not just himself, but other people, and the circumstances and the consequences. It was so important to him, because otherwise, if he didn't feel in control, he didn't feel safe, and if he didn't feel safe, he had panic attacks, or threw tantrums. He was trying right now not to throw a tantrum because he knew the outcome would not be in his favour- Cory probably just wouldn't give him the form back. He could see that she wouldn't be intimidated by him like most people would be. But a panic attack would just cause him to break down if it got too bad. The awful thing was, this looked like it could be just that sort of panic attack.
He tried to control himself, but Cory seemed unforgiving. His breathing became shallower and shorter and his fists began to clench and unclench after he brought them back down to his sides. His eyes grew wide, part in pleading to Cory, part in disbelief and part in panic. He needed that paper. He needed that paper. He needed that pa-
'Pourquoi?'
And- Renzo turned.
'Pourquoi?! POURQUOI?! Parce que c'est a moi! C'est pas a toi, et tu n'as pas le droit! Tu ne peux pas prendre ma fiche. C'est tres importante et le medecin a dit que je dois l'apporter avec moi quand je rentrerai a l'hopital. Donc, donnez-moi la fiche, maintenant, parce que C'EST. A. MOI!' Breathing heavily now and making wild and irrelevant hand gestures, Renzo was furious. Not even caring about what would happen, he began to rage at the stupid girl in front of him. His anger and frustration was awakening his relatively dormant demi-god powers, and he could feel a heat rising up his body. His skin began to glow slightly and the rain that was landing on the bare skin on his face and hands was evaporating from the heat as it landed. This was, in fact, how Renzo himself had discovered his own demi-god status when he was ten. Having thrown a tantrum, he suddenly felt himself burning up, and the tantrum had ended up setting a hotel room in Milan on fire. If he didn't calm down soon, it wouldn't be long before he would be surrounded in steam from the rain, and his clothes would set on fire soon enough. Renzo smirked. If Cory wasn't going to give him his paper now, she would soon.
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Post by cory on Feb 6, 2011 10:00:57 GMT -5
Cory didn't like the boy's expression. As much as Cory loved to be the one hanging things over people's heads, being the one in charge and in control, she couldn't stand to look at someone's despair or desperateness or anger, because Cory was a human being. She was empathetic by nature and it made her feel like a bad person as soon as she saw any sign of weakness from another. And this was because Cory usually was the bad person in such a situation - a dictator of sorts - not that she would ever admit that to herself, or anybody.
But as soon as the boy began to spit French out of his mouth, Cory was weakened yet again. Sure, she was usually a reticent person at this point, getting past the puppy dog eyes of the victim, but he seemed so completely at his ends. 'Pourquoi?! POURQUOI?! Parce que c'est a moi! C'est pas a toi, et tu n'as pas le droit! Tu ne peux pas prendre ma fiche. C'est tres importante et le medecin a dit que je dois l'apporter avec moi quand je rentrerai a l'hopital. Donc, donnez-moi la fiche, maintenant, parce que C'EST. A. MOI!' There were a few points within his rant where Cory had to search through her mind a bit for the correct English translation, but she was rather proud that she could understand any of it at all.
"Attentif, mais j'ai ce papier, maintenant. Je donne le papier, mais nous vais faire une promenade apres, oui?" At this point, the paper was held in front of her, in a gesture implying it was his to take, though her grip was as tight as ever, and it wasn't going to loosen until her expressed any agreement, if he could understand her French at all. She wasn't exactly the top of her class, needless to say. She was just in time too, as she saw his skin begin to glow. She should've remembered he was a demigod, because she was already figuring in his parentage.
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Post by renzoferro on Feb 9, 2011 21:41:23 GMT -5
Renzo couldn't understand what he was hearing- because half of it didn't make sense. Je donne le papier? Um, ok, so who exactly was she giving the paper to?! Him?! Better have been. Eurgh... and her conjugations were so wrong. Cory's awful French was only succeeding in making him angrier. He breathed deeply trying to calm his hyperventilation. He recognised that he was starting to burn up and that would get ridiculous soon- not only could he possibly hurt Cory, which he didn't want to do, he only wanted to scare her, but too much heat from his skin would cause his clothes to start burning up, which was just embarrassing. Also, he was starting to get so hot that the rain was beginning to steam up before it even touched him and he was soon surrounded by a shimmer of hot steam- he knew as it got thicker he would start to look ridiculous. He managed to slow down his breathing which helped to calm his rising temperature- he was still hot, but he wasn't going to burst into flames. Well, not yet.
'In English, ok?' Renzo said, through his teeth. 'Not in French, I am sorry. I am sorry I dropped the paper. I hope this heat is not reaching you I do not want to burn you, I only want my paper back it is very important.' His voice spoke faster and faster and infact, 'it is very important' managed to blur into 'its verim portant'.... ah well at least it was English and Cory wouldn't try to imitate him and fail again.
Renzo reached out his hand for the paper. His 'deep breathing' thing had helped him slow down but he was on his last straw. He hated this, it was degrading and embarrassing and what he wouldn't give for this whole situation to not be happening at all! 'We can uh.... go for a walk if you must. Of course. But first- my form.'
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