Doodling [Chicago]

[Semper Capone]

There wasn't really anything to do. It was one of those dull hours where no one seemed to have any ideas of what to do with themselves. I, of course, was no exception to this, otherwise I wouldn't be where I was now in the lunch room. Not that there was anything wrong with the lunch room, but it's just kind of... a last resort place, I guess you could call it. There just wasn't much to do in a lunch room other than eat, and it wasn't quite dinner yet.

So instead of dwelling in the doldrums, I brought along my notebook in a futile attempt to study for an upcoming test. But alas, boredom plus a pencil and a pen plus not wanting to do anything school related equals doodling. So around the notes I had taken on the Greek Gods, or our parents, rather, I took my blue pen and began drawing dogs along the borders of the paper. I propped my right elbow on the table and put my chin in my hand as I started outlining a pack of dogs trying to fight over a rope chew toy at the top of the page; in my opinion, I thought my drawing actually wasn't half bad -- maybe a fourth bad, but anyways. It was keeping me occupied for the time being, so I continued drawing to wait until the dull hour or so was over.

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I was bored. Not that there wasn't anything to do, because there was. Just stuff that I didn't really feel like doing. Like cleaning my floor. I had ridden Dominic this morning and there wasn't enough time between now and dinner to even bother going for a ride. So, I was aimlessly wandering through the school looking for a quiet spot to sit and do nothing. Though I did bring my notebook so I could write or draw if I wanted to. I'm not a stellar artist, so when I get bored I tend to fill my pages with delicate designs, just lines and stuff, and greek writing. If I don't have a notebook, I'll be more inclined to draw on myself, which isn't a good look, so I've learnt to carry a notebook.

Still walking down the hall, I pass the lunchroom. That'll do nicely. I push the door open and immediatley see a familiar stretch of space in front of me, though usually it is crawling with students. Taking advantage of being alone, I drop my notebook and pen, and launch myself into a couple of cartwheels. I land them perfectly and smile at myself. That's when I see the boy at one of the tables. Gosh, he's good looking. I'm sorry, but I can't help but notice. Can you blame me? I mean, I'm the daughter of Aphrodite after all. I put on a fake nervous smile and speak up. "Oh...hi. I didn't realise there was someone else here...I can leave if you like...." I trailed off, gesturing to the door. I was hoping he would tell me to stay, but even if he didn't, I have my ways. I could find him again. Come to think of it, I think he dorms next to me with Sage and some other hot guy. That could prove awkward..

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So I personally thought that my picture of the dogs fighting over the rope toy was pretty good. Not to brad, or anything, but really. The picture was pretty good for my standards. I set my right arm back down across the table, tapping the pen onto the paper with my left hand. Now, though, I didn't know where to go with the picture. Ah, I figured it was fine how it was.

Hearing the door open, I looked up, seeing a girl walk in. Now, normally, I wouldn't be so interested in anyone that entered the cafeteria; really, a ton of students come through those doors each day so it doesn't bother me. But when I looked up, guess what? She was beautiful: black hair, blue eyes, and a slim figure. Her eyes were what stuck out the most for me; such a beautiful color of blue, almost as if little bits of the sky on a bright day had been taken and put into her irises.

She sets her notebook down and executed pretty perfect cartwheels down the isle between the tables. Sheesh; if I tried doing that, I'd probably break every bone in my body. It really sucks, though, that I can only see her with my right eye. I was completely blind in my left eye since it was completely milky white and the iris and pupil were hidden underneath the milky cataract. It was a shame, really, that I couldn't see her with both eyes. She then turns to me, saying that she could lea--

"No!" I say way too hastily than I had meant to. Realizing this, I quickly tried to correct myself. "I meant, ah, no, y' don't gotta leave if y' don't want t'..." Damn. Why was I never a smooth talker? First of all, my accent made me sound like a hick. And second, I just could never get my thoughts straight when talking to very beautiful girls.

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He really was good looking. He was tall, with shaggy blonde hair and a well built body. I wasnt close enough to see his eyes. I smile, genuinely, at the boy as he stumbles over his words. Picking up my notebook, I walk over to his table and point to a seat across the table from his, with a cheeky grin,"Is this seat taken? Then I suddenly remember that I'm dressed in not the most modest of clothes. I usually wear them when I'm practicing my routines, wacthing movies and eating ice cream, or just bumming around, which is why I had thrown them on today. The off the shoulder top cut off just below my belly button, which in turn, showed the tattoo located on my right hip. The short denim shorts were okay, a semi-staple in my wardrobe, and I was wearing my black cons. So it was really only the top that could prove problematic. I cleared my throat as I sat down, "Sorry about my clothing, I just chucked it on, and wasn't really expecting to see anyone around...

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I shook my head at her question. "Nah, it ain't taken." I said. "It's yours if y' want it."

As she approached, though, I couldn't help but worry a little bit. What if she was disturbed by my milky blind eye? There wasn't even an iris or a pupil unless you looked extremely close at it, then you'd be able to spot the very faint black outline and dot underneath the white film. The best I could do was just hope she didn't notice; but if she did, I could only hope that it wouldn't freak her out.

As she sat down, she apologized for her clothing. I couldn't help but smile. "It's awright. I wasn't expectin' anyone in 'ere till supper." My mind wandered to my own clothes: just a plain white T-shirt and worn out jeans. Definitely nothing fancy, but that didn't bother me. Both articles of clothing had faded bloodstains and dark spots from oil, both small reminders of my life back with my father before I was sent here. I have absolutely no sense of fashion whatsoever.

"Nice tattoo, by the way."

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I ran my hands through my hair, pushing my bangs out of my face, and then pulled a lacky from my wrist and tied my hair up into a loose, messy ponytail. Picking up my pen, i drew little swirls onto my paper, then progressed on to random greek letters. I looked up from my paper, to look at his eyes and then noticed that something wasn't quite right. Not letting anything show on my face I say with a small laugh, "I wasn't either. But, company is always nice. Oh, I'm Chicago by the way. Chicago Easltyn. Captain of the cheerleading squad, and member of student council and the dance team." I say, extending my hand across the table to him, looking him straight in the eyes as I do so. One of his eyes is a greenish brown, but the other is a milky white, all over. Something like that would repel other people, but I've never liked discrimination, especially for something that isn't the persons fault. In fact, I thought it was abit cute. Made him unique. I didn't say anything, because I knew he could quite possibly be very self conscious about it, but gave a reassuring smile as i shook his hand.

I looked down to my hip where I could see the tattoo, wondering if he could read it. "Oh, thanks. I got it only just a couple of months ago." I couldn't for the life of my recall which block of the school he attended. We really needed liek a secret question to ask eachother, so we didn't blow the secret...

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Ah. It was nice to be able to talk to someone that didn't twitch and flinch away because you were different from everyone else; I already got all that crap just because I averaged about a foot taller than everyone around me. But no, she stayed put and offered out a hand for me to shake. I couldn't hide the smile that appeared on my mouth as I reached out to take her hand, shaking it with my own scarred one.

"Pleasure t' meet y', Chicago." I said, pulling back my hand and setting it down on the table. Wow, she was pretty active around school: cheerleading, student council, and dance team. Not that that was a bad thing, or anything, just seemed like she was busy. Then again, my schedule wasn't really any different. "Semper Capone; archery captain, art club member, 'n theatre techie." I told her. Glancing back at her tattoo, I tried figuring out what it was. The symbols looked Greek, but I wasn't sure. So instead of looking like an idiot and just staring at her tattoo, trying to figure it out, I looked back at her beautiful blue eyes.

"If y' consider a brandin' mark t' b' a tattoo, then I have a tattoo, but it's not anythin' as good as yours." I added in a light tone, shrugging off the memory of when my father's employees had pinned me down to "make the tall runt shut the hell up" so they wouldn't get ratted out. Dammit, if only I had been more vigorous at fighting back...

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I smiled again as he smiled back at me, and I knew that he appreciated me not gettign freaked out by his eye, which I really wasn't. "The pleasure is all mine" I replied as he shook my hand and then set it back on the table. I was afraid he would think I was busy around the school, but his timetable seemed just as packed, with archery, theatre and art club. "Semper, thats a nice name. Art club, huh? I can certainly see why." I said gesturing to his drawings. I saw his eyes flicker to my tattoo, and figured I'd just ask the question, "Can you read it? The Language?" Even if he wasnt a demigod, I could still explain that I just liked Greek. Which is true anyway.

"A branding mark? Are you okay? ...I know that sounds stupid, but, still..." That was a bit worrying. Who could possibly have branded this guy? How horrible.

I was still racking my brains for a question to ask, to determine what he was, and then I had it. Our classes and dorm were on two separate sides of the campus, Nrth and South. North for regulars, and South for Demigods. All I had to do was ask him if he was in the north or south end of the school, and I'd know. I cleared my throat, "So, in which side of the school do you reside?"

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"Y've a nice name, too." I said. Wow, that was a real smooth move. I'm the worst at smooth statements, just so you know. You can ask Sage; he's heard all the lame sayings my brain can hold and none of them are any bit pretty. I looked down at my notebook with the random sketches of dogs on the edges. I didn't think they were too good, but meh.

I looked back down at her tattoo and tried figuring out what it was. "Is it Greek?" I asked, looking back up at her with a puzzled expression on my face. I thought I recognized a few of the letters, but I wasn't sure. For all I knew, it could be Russian, or something.

"Nah, 's alright. It jus' felt like when y' put your hand on the stove by accident." I answered, well, somewhat truthfully. It had hurt like hell, but burns only hurt for a little bit. "'n I can say for sure that your tattoo is a lot better lookin' than mine." I laughed lightly, smiling at her.

Then she asked me which part of school I lived on. Well... I was kind of hesitant to answer; was she also demigod? Eh, I guess I'd figure out once, or if, she answered the same as me. "South." I answered. "What 'bout y'?"

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I smiled at the compliment. "Thanks. I always dreaded another sibling coming along and it being called Boston or something, but I don;t have to worry about it now. I'm an only child." Except for on my mothers side I thought with a small smirk.

I saw him trying to figure out what language it was, then grinned when he asked if it was Greek. "Yeah, it is."

I gave Semper my trademark one raised eyebrow look, but let the matter drop. It would have to be uncomfortable to talk about somethign like that.

Waiting in anticipation for him to answer which block of the school he lived in, I lwt out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding when he answered, then smiled warmly, "Really? I'm in the south end too."

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I laughed lightly at what she said about names. Pft, I don't even know why I was named Semper -- and if I wasn't an only child, I have no idea what my father would've named him or her. Maybe something Latin, only because Semper came from semper fidelis, which is Latin, so... yeah.

"As far as I know, m' name is Latin, so I dunno what m' father would've named another kid. 'n' as far as I know, I'm an only child, too." I told her, returning the same smile she was giving me.

Ah, so for a moment I was language-savvy. I couldn't read what it said, but hey, at least I figured out that it was Greek.

So she was in the South end, too. That's a good thing because the page I was doodling on had all the notes I was forced to take on the gods and goddesses, and now that I realize this, I absentmindedly glance down at the paper, seeing my chicken-scratch writing. "Sheesh, m' writin's awful..." I muttered under my breath, shaking my head for a moment before looking back up at her.

"If y' don't mind m' askin', who's your mother or father?" It was a question that had been nagging at me for a few moments and it couldn't hurt to ask, right?

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I grinned when her laughed. I couldnt help it. What can I say? I'm a naturally happy person.

"Latin is nice. I wish I could read or speak it. I have a bit of a language fetish" I said a bit awkwardly. It was true though. I'd always wanted to learn Latin and Russian, and I had awlays liked Greek. So, yeah.

I laughed, "Who needs siblings anyway? Although I would have liked an older brother..." I said. I had always wanted an older brother. YOu know the ones you hear about all the time? The over protective, I'll kill anyone who breaks your heart brother? One of those.

I looked down at his writing, then at mine. His was definitely more rustic looking than mine, but who cares really? I smiled, "Its fine. Its just writing"

Smiling flirtily (is that even a word? :S ) at him, I decided to throw the ball into his court. "No, I dont mind you asking. Who do you think my parent is?" And waited to see what he said.

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"S'all the Latin I know is m' name." I said honestly, feeling a bit stupid. Well, not that I really had a reason to know anymore Latin, but still. It felt kind of weird only being able to say that the only bits of a language you knew was your name. I guess it was kind of like saying all you knew in Spanish was "hola' and "adios". But those are useful terms; if you went to a Spanish speaking country and said those two words, people would actually know what you're talking about. If I went somewhere and just started screaming "Semper", no one would know what the hell I was talking about. "I took a semester of German, but I can't recall most of it." It was true; I could hardly remember half of what the instructor had shoved down my throat. I knew only a few phrases and words, and hell, I couldn't even put a correct sentence together other than "Wir gehen zu die Polizei", which means, "We're going to the police." Not very helpful, if you ask me.

I had never really given much thought about having siblings. I was so used to just me and my father working together with the rest of his employees. To have a sibling would mean.... well, I don't know. I guess it would be just like having Sarafina around all the time -- we had this brother/sister-like relationship, so maybe that's the feeling. I honestly don't know. "I've never really thought 'bout havin' a siblin' b'fore."

Holy cow, I had never felt so self-conscious about my chicken-scratch writing before this very moment. You know the cliché stereotype that revolves around handwriting by genders? Males tend to have small, neat writing while the ladies have bubbly, large, crisp letters. Obviously I had missed out on the handwriting portion of elementary school. Eh. Hopefully she didn't mind it.

When she asked who I thought her parent was, I looked at her, examining her features. She was certainly beautiful, but weren't the majority of demigods like that except me? There were a lot of gods and goddesses, but I couldn't quite recall all their names. After a few moments of thinking, I gave up. "I can't figure it out." I told her, unable to figure it out.

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I smiled at that, "Well at least you know some right? Thats gotta count for something" I looked down at my book and frowned and the spirals that had gone kind of out of control while I was talking. I knew a few words in a couple of languages, but at the moment I was concentrating on my Greek, which seemed to be coming along nicely. I nodded, "German is cool. I think the only words i know in german are "Bless You" and "thankyou""

I smiled at him. "I hadn't really given it too much though till I came here. And how weird is this? THis is my third year here now, and I only just actually met my brother last week, and he's been here since his freshman year. So for two years, we've been going to the same school, and only just now have we actually held a converstion and realised we're related..." I trailed off as I realised I was rambling. I didnt normally do that. Strange...

I grinned at him as he said he couldnt figure out who my parent was. "Well, I guess if you can figure out who my brother is, you'll know who I am, wont you?" I teased. Not many at the school knew who my parent was at the moment. I had managed to keep it a secret for a few years, so I figured I'd slowly start letting people figure it out now. Why the hell not?

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Knowing a little was better than knowing nothing at all, so I had to agree with her on that part. Though I think it would be really awesome to be fluent in a language other than English -- but, pfft, I'm not even fluent in that one. I butcher a lot of words, cutting of g's and using improper grammar while frequently murdering the Queen's English. "Bless you? I don't think I know that one... my favorite word is bitte, if you care t' know." I said, looking briefly down at my notebook that I had failed to study with. Really, what chance did I think I had of studying with a really beautiful girl in front of me? I may be half blind, but that never stopped me from staring -- not that I was staring at her right now, of course. But you get my point.

"Really, now?" I asked, looking back up at her with a quizzical expression on my face. Funny... yeah, I think I've seen her around campus before but I've never actually talked to her like I was doing right now. And she has a brother she just met? Hmm... mm.... oh. Oh.... OH. Sage had told me earlier that he had met a sister he never knew he had. Ah, so the wheels were turning in my head, even if they were sparking from not much use. But now I had to get the wheels working overtime to guess who her parent was. I tapped the end of my pen against the table as I thought, trying to put two and two together.

"Your brother..... is Sage?" I wasn't quite sure of myself, but hell, Sage and Chicago both had those intense blue eyes that I so often found myself looking at when I was with Sage. Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever thought so highly of a guy before... I've known Sage for a long time and I've begun to pick up on how beautiful he is....

No, no, I can't be thinking about that right now. Save that for later.

"If your brother is Sage, then I believe you're an Aphrodite?" Sure it was somewhat of a conjecture, but I believe I had semi-solid evidence. I shrugged, smiling a little and lightly shaking my head. "S'my fourth year here 'n' I ain't met anyone related t' me. Doesn't particularly bother me, though."

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