Post by Alice Vonko on Jan 14, 2012 9:03:55 GMT
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Name: Alice Ananda Vonko
Nicknames: A. Vonko. Shade.
Age: seventeen
Gender: female
Years at camp: six (on and off. probably only lived there for a total of four years. arrived when she was eleven though)
Father: Dionysus.
Mother: Anya Vonko
Siblings: unknown on mother's side. Pollux(half brother on father's side.) Others on father's side, including Dakota(roman). She doesn't know any of them.
Children: none
Other: it's pretty much just her
Pets: not a huge fan of animals. Except horses. She also likes tigers and snakes.
Species:Greek Demigod
Hair: Coppery brown. Not really straight but not really curly either. Just does what it wants. Fairly long. Frizzy if she doesn't deal with it.
Eyes: blue. Kind of green though in the right light
Skin: very pale white. She doesn't really tan or even burn. Faint freckles on her nose and elbows. Sometimes she looks ghoulish.
Stature: She's normal hight and fairly small boned. Alice alternates between being too skinny and being fairly healthy and well muscled.
Clothing style: baggy tank tops. jeans. army pants. boots or barefoot. Sweatshirts. When she goes of the rails she dresses more provocatively in short dresses and skin tight clothes
Distinguishing features: she has a tattoo of ivy that winds up her left calf. Another tattoo on the inside of her forearm that says 'madness' in ancient greek. Some scars on her back and shoulders from being abused as a child. She tends to wear lots of black or purple eye makeup.
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Likes: Drinking. Being alone. Parties. Madness. Battles. Violence. Coffee. Poker. Working out. Sleeping. Old books. Cute boys. Pretty sunsets. Dangerous animals. People who don't leave. People who respect her. Music. Flying. Swimming. Doing things that are crazy. Smoking.
Dislikes: Drinking. Being alone. Parties. Madness. Battles. Violence. Men. Hot weather. Being left/ignored. Her mother. Prince. Being idle. Having nothing to do. Feeling patronized or looked down on. greasy food. When people want to have deep conversations about feelings and she' doesn't. Spoiled people. Authority.
Strengths: She's strong/doesn't give up easily. Self sufficent. Smart. Says what she thinks.
Weaknesses: Judgemental. Drinks too much. Kind of self destructive. Cynical. Not very educated. Short attention span.
Fears: Being abandoned/forced to leave. Failing and becoming like her mother. Losing control. Being touched.
Weapons: Sharp tounge. Hands and feet. Whatever's on hand. She especially likes using gladiator type swords and carries a long hunting knife around.
Fighting Style style: acrobatic and quick. She'd rather strike five times and land one then wait and find the perfect moment
Overall:
Alice, due to how she was raised and her aloholic tendencies as a daughter of Dionysus, is prone to depression and mild bipolar disorder. She's not the most trustworthy person and when people rely on her it tends to stress her out and send her back to drinking and smoking. She wants to be able to connect with people and be there for them but the people she knew during her formative years were scum who hurt her and damaged her and she's still working on healing through that. She's been fairly clean for a while not but she describes her live as that she can't ever walk away from the cliff edge and she can't stop herself from going over and messing up again but she can't always.
She's very dry and witty. She's not very educated as she didn't attend a lot of school and when she did she did badly in it. But she's smart and sometimes hilarious and as long as you don't get to close she likes hanging out. Alice tends to say things, honest things, that most people don't usually say. She points out when people are messing up and says controversial things because honestly she sees no reason not to.
She generally likes exercizing and fighting and like all demigods fighting comes naturally to her. Sometimes she hates it and just wants to wallow and be destructive but recently she's mostly kept herself on the straight and narrow and has been honing her skills and actually talking to people.
Born: date or where? Her birthday is the eight of June. She was born in a rough area of Boston.
Homeland: Russia. Her mother is full blooded Russian, which makes her second generation Russian and whatever it is that she gets from her father.
History:
Alice mother, Anya, was a beautiful Russian girl who came to America with dreams of a better life and the desire to be a model. She was beautiful and did get some gigs but she never really made it big in the time frame that she needed to have done so and soon found herself aging, friendless, and pennyless. So she turned to the streets. At first she was just selling drugs and booze but then she met a pimp named 'Prince'. He told her that he loved her and she feel for him and within a few weeks she was selling herself too. Over the next couple of years Anya went from being a beautiful young woman to being a costantly high, angry, partying street-walker.
She doesn't remember exactly when she encountered an equally drunk Dionysus, and she probably wouldn't even remember him,although she might remember the feeling of complete madness that came from him. Regardless, eight and a half months later a beautiful baby girl was born in the back of a car in the parking lot of an apartment building , delivered by a drunk surgeon. Alice doesn't remember any of the first five years of her life, which see sees as a blessing, if the rest of her life has been anything to judge off of. Anya made no effort to change any of her ways as a parent, although she had layed off some of the drugs while being pregnant. She did love her daughter, but she also was very much stuck in her life and Alice's earliest memories were of being left at school and forgotten at daycare and of laying awake at night listening to her mother entertain customers.
Prince, Anya's pimp, always took a lazy interest in Alice and every once in a while would come visiting and would end up molesting Alice. Anya always protested, but not enough to stop him and so Alice grew up terrified of men and untrusting of people in general. The CPA could never quite get enough evidence to bust Anya on unfit parenting (which doesn't say much for the CPA officers) and take Alice away. She lived badly and terrified for the first eight years of her life at which point she first started getting into her mother's booze and things got worse. When Alice was eleven a guy wearing baggy jeans and converse showed up at his door. She thought he walked funny. He asked to speak to her mother when Alice opened the door and the request made the cynical eleven year old laugh. She informed him that her mother never woke up before three. Making the 'idiot' in her tone obvious. However the man insisted and she eventually shrugged and let him in, pointing him towards her mother's bedroom. When the man came out with Anya, Anya hugged Alice tearfully and informed her that she would be going to live at a camp in New York. Alice took this emotionlessly and after packing the few things that Alice owned Alice found herself in a cab with the man, who told her his name was Pollis. What followed was the strangest cab ride ever as Pollis informed her that he was a sayter and there were greek gods and she herself was the daughter of one of them and monsters were after her. Again, Alice took all of this wordlessly. She knew there were monsters out there. She'd seen them for ages. The fact that there were gods out there kind of pissed her off because that meant that they'd been there but never protected her from everything. "lame gods" was her only comment, "careful." Pollis cautioned.
Alice settled into came eventually. She wasn't much for friends and the few that she had weren't close so much as out of nececity and mutal desires to not be alone. For several years she stayed at camp, becoming happier and healthier slowly. In fact those few years were probably the happiest of Alice's life. Then she lost one of her friends, a boy named Jack, to a monster that attacked him outside of a subway and things came crashing down again. She started drinking and smoking and no matter how much the camp staff tried to stop her they never managed to so eventually they were forced to 'expel' her before she influenced any of the other campers. Since then she's come back and left several times. While she's there she's happy and fairly stable but something always comes up that sends her back to drinking and partying. At the moment she's been at camp for almost six months without major incident.
Name/Alias: Alice is fine. My name is Lydia though.
Age: 15
Experience: A while. but not recently much.
Other characters: none yet
Face claim: Kaya Scodelario
Referral: Admin
RP Sample:
ALICE ananda Vonko
THE BASICS
THE BASICS
Name: Alice Ananda Vonko
Nicknames: A. Vonko. Shade.
Age: seventeen
Gender: female
Years at camp: six (on and off. probably only lived there for a total of four years. arrived when she was eleven though)
FAMILY
Father: Dionysus.
Mother: Anya Vonko
Siblings: unknown on mother's side. Pollux(half brother on father's side.) Others on father's side, including Dakota(roman). She doesn't know any of them.
Children: none
Other: it's pretty much just her
Pets: not a huge fan of animals. Except horses. She also likes tigers and snakes.
APPERANCE
Species:Greek Demigod
Hair: Coppery brown. Not really straight but not really curly either. Just does what it wants. Fairly long. Frizzy if she doesn't deal with it.
Eyes: blue. Kind of green though in the right light
Skin: very pale white. She doesn't really tan or even burn. Faint freckles on her nose and elbows. Sometimes she looks ghoulish.
Stature: She's normal hight and fairly small boned. Alice alternates between being too skinny and being fairly healthy and well muscled.
Clothing style: baggy tank tops. jeans. army pants. boots or barefoot. Sweatshirts. When she goes of the rails she dresses more provocatively in short dresses and skin tight clothes
Distinguishing features: she has a tattoo of ivy that winds up her left calf. Another tattoo on the inside of her forearm that says 'madness' in ancient greek. Some scars on her back and shoulders from being abused as a child. She tends to wear lots of black or purple eye makeup.
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PERSONALITY
Likes: Drinking. Being alone. Parties. Madness. Battles. Violence. Coffee. Poker. Working out. Sleeping. Old books. Cute boys. Pretty sunsets. Dangerous animals. People who don't leave. People who respect her. Music. Flying. Swimming. Doing things that are crazy. Smoking.
Dislikes: Drinking. Being alone. Parties. Madness. Battles. Violence. Men. Hot weather. Being left/ignored. Her mother. Prince. Being idle. Having nothing to do. Feeling patronized or looked down on. greasy food. When people want to have deep conversations about feelings and she' doesn't. Spoiled people. Authority.
Strengths: She's strong/doesn't give up easily. Self sufficent. Smart. Says what she thinks.
Weaknesses: Judgemental. Drinks too much. Kind of self destructive. Cynical. Not very educated. Short attention span.
Fears: Being abandoned/forced to leave. Failing and becoming like her mother. Losing control. Being touched.
Weapons: Sharp tounge. Hands and feet. Whatever's on hand. She especially likes using gladiator type swords and carries a long hunting knife around.
Fighting Style style: acrobatic and quick. She'd rather strike five times and land one then wait and find the perfect moment
Overall:
Alice, due to how she was raised and her aloholic tendencies as a daughter of Dionysus, is prone to depression and mild bipolar disorder. She's not the most trustworthy person and when people rely on her it tends to stress her out and send her back to drinking and smoking. She wants to be able to connect with people and be there for them but the people she knew during her formative years were scum who hurt her and damaged her and she's still working on healing through that. She's been fairly clean for a while not but she describes her live as that she can't ever walk away from the cliff edge and she can't stop herself from going over and messing up again but she can't always.
She's very dry and witty. She's not very educated as she didn't attend a lot of school and when she did she did badly in it. But she's smart and sometimes hilarious and as long as you don't get to close she likes hanging out. Alice tends to say things, honest things, that most people don't usually say. She points out when people are messing up and says controversial things because honestly she sees no reason not to.
She generally likes exercizing and fighting and like all demigods fighting comes naturally to her. Sometimes she hates it and just wants to wallow and be destructive but recently she's mostly kept herself on the straight and narrow and has been honing her skills and actually talking to people.
HISTORY
Born: date or where? Her birthday is the eight of June. She was born in a rough area of Boston.
Homeland: Russia. Her mother is full blooded Russian, which makes her second generation Russian and whatever it is that she gets from her father.
History:
Alice mother, Anya, was a beautiful Russian girl who came to America with dreams of a better life and the desire to be a model. She was beautiful and did get some gigs but she never really made it big in the time frame that she needed to have done so and soon found herself aging, friendless, and pennyless. So she turned to the streets. At first she was just selling drugs and booze but then she met a pimp named 'Prince'. He told her that he loved her and she feel for him and within a few weeks she was selling herself too. Over the next couple of years Anya went from being a beautiful young woman to being a costantly high, angry, partying street-walker.
She doesn't remember exactly when she encountered an equally drunk Dionysus, and she probably wouldn't even remember him,although she might remember the feeling of complete madness that came from him. Regardless, eight and a half months later a beautiful baby girl was born in the back of a car in the parking lot of an apartment building , delivered by a drunk surgeon. Alice doesn't remember any of the first five years of her life, which see sees as a blessing, if the rest of her life has been anything to judge off of. Anya made no effort to change any of her ways as a parent, although she had layed off some of the drugs while being pregnant. She did love her daughter, but she also was very much stuck in her life and Alice's earliest memories were of being left at school and forgotten at daycare and of laying awake at night listening to her mother entertain customers.
Prince, Anya's pimp, always took a lazy interest in Alice and every once in a while would come visiting and would end up molesting Alice. Anya always protested, but not enough to stop him and so Alice grew up terrified of men and untrusting of people in general. The CPA could never quite get enough evidence to bust Anya on unfit parenting (which doesn't say much for the CPA officers) and take Alice away. She lived badly and terrified for the first eight years of her life at which point she first started getting into her mother's booze and things got worse. When Alice was eleven a guy wearing baggy jeans and converse showed up at his door. She thought he walked funny. He asked to speak to her mother when Alice opened the door and the request made the cynical eleven year old laugh. She informed him that her mother never woke up before three. Making the 'idiot' in her tone obvious. However the man insisted and she eventually shrugged and let him in, pointing him towards her mother's bedroom. When the man came out with Anya, Anya hugged Alice tearfully and informed her that she would be going to live at a camp in New York. Alice took this emotionlessly and after packing the few things that Alice owned Alice found herself in a cab with the man, who told her his name was Pollis. What followed was the strangest cab ride ever as Pollis informed her that he was a sayter and there were greek gods and she herself was the daughter of one of them and monsters were after her. Again, Alice took all of this wordlessly. She knew there were monsters out there. She'd seen them for ages. The fact that there were gods out there kind of pissed her off because that meant that they'd been there but never protected her from everything. "lame gods" was her only comment, "careful." Pollis cautioned.
Alice settled into came eventually. She wasn't much for friends and the few that she had weren't close so much as out of nececity and mutal desires to not be alone. For several years she stayed at camp, becoming happier and healthier slowly. In fact those few years were probably the happiest of Alice's life. Then she lost one of her friends, a boy named Jack, to a monster that attacked him outside of a subway and things came crashing down again. She started drinking and smoking and no matter how much the camp staff tried to stop her they never managed to so eventually they were forced to 'expel' her before she influenced any of the other campers. Since then she's come back and left several times. While she's there she's happy and fairly stable but something always comes up that sends her back to drinking and partying. At the moment she's been at camp for almost six months without major incident.
ALL THE REST
Name/Alias: Alice is fine. My name is Lydia though.
Age: 15
Experience: A while. but not recently much.
Other characters: none yet
Face claim: Kaya Scodelario
Referral: Admin
RP Sample:
It was a horrible day. Alice woke up grumpy and unsettled and wanting to drink. She caved and had a cigarette for breakfast and one of the satyrs caught her and dragged her to Chiron where she got the same lecture as always about her lungs and how disgusting that habit was. During training she was hit by a bolder and knocked off the wall of the obstacle course and had to hobble painfully to the healing tent where an Apollo kid made her sit still as he rather awkwardly healed the busted bones in her knee. “Don’t be so sloppy.” He told her as she headed stiffly for the door. “We’re not here to clean up your mess.” “No one ever has been.” She shot back lamely, then escaped out the door on the verge of tears. Everyone was at lunch but she couldn’t stand the idea of going and sitting with her half-brother Pollux and trying to force a conversation out of him so instead she retreated to her cabin and tried to read about battle tactics but ended up falling asleep. She slept for too long and when she woke up her mouth tasted funny and her head hurt and it was dinner time. She hadn’t eaten anything all day so she forced herself to show up but the meal made her nauseous and Pollux was in one of his sad moods where he just wanted to drink and make everyone else sad so she escaped as soon as possible, feeling her black mood growing. She went to sit on one of the docks. There were several couples making out around the lake and the sounds of happy people made her even angrier and she went back to her cabin and took some pills to sleep for a couple more hours.
When she woke up it was dark out and Pollux was snoring maddeningly in his bed across the cabin. She was wide away and restless and just wanted to do something mindless and get drunk. So, knowing it was a bad idea and not caring, she put on a slinky, sequined dress that barely covered the tops of her thighs, purple high-heeled boots and a sweatshirt from Virginia Tec that she’d gotten at a Goodwill. She put on too much makeup and straightened her hair and snuck out of camp. Once she was out of the camp boundaries she walked and hitchhiked the couple of miles to the nearest town that featured a night life. The biggest club she could find was a fairly seedy place located in a nondescript warehouse. There was a fairly long line outside and the bouncer seemed like the picky type. Alice ditched her sweatshirt, fixed her hair, and strutted straight up to him, completely ignoring the angry line. “Hey, handsome.” She purred, reaching out and tracing her hand along his arm. “You wanna let me there?” His eyes ran up and down her body, and she was quite aware of how nasty his thoughts were and she hated to admit that she rather liked the idea. “Why should I, toots?” He asked in a Bronx drawl and she smiled brilliantly and ran her hand up to his chest. “Cause you’d like to be on my good side.” She told him softly and he nodded and motioned towards the door, giving her a stamp. “Alright, fine. Go ahead. But you owe me.” “And I never forget a debt.” She winked at him and went through the door, smirking at the angry protests of the people still waiting and wiping her hand off from having touched the bouncer.
Inside she found the seizure inducing atmosphere of every club she’d ever been in. She loved the roiling mass of bodies and piercing music accompanied with flashing lights and the nauseating smell of smoke and sweat. The crazed, drunk feeling that permeated the place mirrored how she felt inside of her head. Once, a long time ago, she’d been disgusted with herself at how much she loved this and how alive it made her feel. She hated how some days she just needed to get drunk and abandon everything in favor of madness. Some days she still did. But Alice was a daughter of Dionysus and no matter how disgusting it was what sang through her blood.
First thing she did was slide up to the bar and allow drunk men to buy her shots until she was equally sloshed and had lost the remains of her reservations. Then she headed for the dance floor. She grabbed the first gorgeous boy she saw and pulled him close, wrapping her hands around his neck and grinding with him as she whispered unheard but potent words of madness into his ear. She could feel the euphoric joy that came with being completely mad swelling in the back of her mind as she messed with both of their senses. He broke away from her suddenly and yelled, ripping his shirt off then spinning around a couple times before sprinting through the crowd and into a wall. She laughed drunkenly.
The rest of the night was a blur of mad drinking and dancing. Boys who’s hands wandered across her body as she made them as crazy as she was. Black hair. Blond hair. Blue hair. Tall. Short. Strong. Soft.
By the end of the night she ended up outside the club, making out with a drunk man who’d dragged her into the alley and seemed determined to pull her dress off and do what he wanted to her right there. He was a good kisser and for a while she was content to just push his hand away but then he got more insistent and demanding and bit into her neck and she got scared suddenly and flooded his system with a rush of madness. He stepped back, looking mildly confused, then passed out at her feet. She kicked him in the chest then stepped over him and hobbled out to the street.
It was almost dawn and she needed to get back to camp so he hailed a cab, handed the Mexican driver thirty buck, and collapsed into the seat. As they drove she started to come off of her high and it hit her how drunk and disgusting she was. “What’s wrong with you?” She muttered to herself disgustedly, then tried to push away all thoughts and leaned her face against the window, spacing off as she looked into the darkness. It was cold and she was sweaty and drunk and fast becoming chilled. She’d retrieved her sweatshirt from across the street and pulled it with some difficulty over her head, pulling it down as far as it would go down her exposed legs.
When the cab dropped her off she hobbled to the top of the hill where the tree and the dragon were and looked down. The sun had started to come up and there was already people moving around in camp. Alice pulled her boots off and headed down into camp. As drunk as she was she still somehow managed to get to her cabin without being caught. “If you had anything to do with that, father, thanks. I guess. You b******d.” She muttered before entering the cabin. The best thing about the Dionysus cabin was it’s blackout curtains that kept the sun out all day and it was comfortably dark inside.
Pollux stirred and woke up as she came in. He caught her eye and assessed her condition quickly before climbing sleepily out of his bunk and walking over to her. He steered her carefully to her bed and sat her down before wordlessly grab her a trash can. Right on cue as he handed it to her she threw up and he pulled her tangled hair out of the way. When she was done she lay back on her bed and whispered a slurred “thank you” as she passed out.
A few hours later there was a rough nock on her door and she moaned as she was roused out of the comforting oblivion of sleep. “What?” She called pathetically and there was another nock. She forced herself out of bed, although the strength of her headache almost made her fall over as she went to the door. She was still in her dress and sweatshirt and her hair was tangled mess that any bird would be jealous of. Mascara and eye liner ran down her cheeks in dried rivers and she smelled like smoke, sweat, axe, rum, and vomit. She pulled open the door and found Jake, a caustic Ares kid with shaggy black hair standing in the door. They were cautious friends, neither of them were especially friendly or inclined to trust, and he’d been acting as her unofficial sponsor for a while.
His eyes hardened as he took in her hungover state and he took a step back, letting painful sunlight stream into her cabin. “The hell, Alice?” He demanded and she shrugged, looking away and unable to meet his eyes. “We were supposed to spar this morning. You stood me up.” He accused and she shrugged again. “I forgot, I’m s-“ “Don’t apologize.” He cut her off harshly. “I see how it is.” “No. It doesn’t mean anything. I just messed up…” “You’d like to think it was that easy, wouldn’t you? You’d like to think that it doesn’t matter. Like you always think everything doesn’t matter. You always act like you can just fall off the wagon and it doesn’t matter. But it does.” She could feel herself starting to cry. “What are you talking about?” “You know what I’m talking about.” He reached out and poked the hicky on her neck roughly, making her stumble back. “Pull yourself together.” He demanded disgustedly, then turned and left, leaving her standing in the doorway crying. Slowly she closed the door and returned to her bed. She slept the rest of the day.
It was a horrible day. Alice woke up grumpy and unsettled and wanting to drink. She caved and had a cigarette for breakfast and one of the satyrs caught her and dragged her to Chiron where she got the same lecture as always about her lungs and how disgusting that habit was. During training she was hit by a bolder and knocked off the wall of the obstacle course and had to hobble painfully to the healing tent where an Apollo kid made her sit still as he rather awkwardly healed the busted bones in her knee. “Don’t be so sloppy.” He told her as she headed stiffly for the door. “We’re not here to clean up your mess.” “No one ever has been.” She shot back lamely, then escaped out the door on the verge of tears. Everyone was at lunch but she couldn’t stand the idea of going and sitting with her half-brother Pollux and trying to force a conversation out of him so instead she retreated to her cabin and tried to read about battle tactics but ended up falling asleep. She slept for too long and when she woke up her mouth tasted funny and her head hurt and it was dinner time. She hadn’t eaten anything all day so she forced herself to show up but the meal made her nauseous and Pollux was in one of his sad moods where he just wanted to drink and make everyone else sad so she escaped as soon as possible, feeling her black mood growing. She went to sit on one of the docks. There were several couples making out around the lake and the sounds of happy people made her even angrier and she went back to her cabin and took some pills to sleep for a couple more hours.
When she woke up it was dark out and Pollux was snoring maddeningly in his bed across the cabin. She was wide away and restless and just wanted to do something mindless and get drunk. So, knowing it was a bad idea and not caring, she put on a slinky, sequined dress that barely covered the tops of her thighs, purple high-heeled boots and a sweatshirt from Virginia Tec that she’d gotten at a Goodwill. She put on too much makeup and straightened her hair and snuck out of camp. Once she was out of the camp boundaries she walked and hitchhiked the couple of miles to the nearest town that featured a night life. The biggest club she could find was a fairly seedy place located in a nondescript warehouse. There was a fairly long line outside and the bouncer seemed like the picky type. Alice ditched her sweatshirt, fixed her hair, and strutted straight up to him, completely ignoring the angry line. “Hey, handsome.” She purred, reaching out and tracing her hand along his arm. “You wanna let me there?” His eyes ran up and down her body, and she was quite aware of how nasty his thoughts were and she hated to admit that she rather liked the idea. “Why should I, toots?” He asked in a Bronx drawl and she smiled brilliantly and ran her hand up to his chest. “Cause you’d like to be on my good side.” She told him softly and he nodded and motioned towards the door, giving her a stamp. “Alright, fine. Go ahead. But you owe me.” “And I never forget a debt.” She winked at him and went through the door, smirking at the angry protests of the people still waiting and wiping her hand off from having touched the bouncer.
Inside she found the seizure inducing atmosphere of every club she’d ever been in. She loved the roiling mass of bodies and piercing music accompanied with flashing lights and the nauseating smell of smoke and sweat. The crazed, drunk feeling that permeated the place mirrored how she felt inside of her head. Once, a long time ago, she’d been disgusted with herself at how much she loved this and how alive it made her feel. She hated how some days she just needed to get drunk and abandon everything in favor of madness. Some days she still did. But Alice was a daughter of Dionysus and no matter how disgusting it was what sang through her blood.
First thing she did was slide up to the bar and allow drunk men to buy her shots until she was equally sloshed and had lost the remains of her reservations. Then she headed for the dance floor. She grabbed the first gorgeous boy she saw and pulled him close, wrapping her hands around his neck and grinding with him as she whispered unheard but potent words of madness into his ear. She could feel the euphoric joy that came with being completely mad swelling in the back of her mind as she messed with both of their senses. He broke away from her suddenly and yelled, ripping his shirt off then spinning around a couple times before sprinting through the crowd and into a wall. She laughed drunkenly.
The rest of the night was a blur of mad drinking and dancing. Boys who’s hands wandered across her body as she made them as crazy as she was. Black hair. Blond hair. Blue hair. Tall. Short. Strong. Soft.
By the end of the night she ended up outside the club, making out with a drunk man who’d dragged her into the alley and seemed determined to pull her dress off and do what he wanted to her right there. He was a good kisser and for a while she was content to just push his hand away but then he got more insistent and demanding and bit into her neck and she got scared suddenly and flooded his system with a rush of madness. He stepped back, looking mildly confused, then passed out at her feet. She kicked him in the chest then stepped over him and hobbled out to the street.
It was almost dawn and she needed to get back to camp so he hailed a cab, handed the Mexican driver thirty buck, and collapsed into the seat. As they drove she started to come off of her high and it hit her how drunk and disgusting she was. “What’s wrong with you?” She muttered to herself disgustedly, then tried to push away all thoughts and leaned her face against the window, spacing off as she looked into the darkness. It was cold and she was sweaty and drunk and fast becoming chilled. She’d retrieved her sweatshirt from across the street and pulled it with some difficulty over her head, pulling it down as far as it would go down her exposed legs.
When the cab dropped her off she hobbled to the top of the hill where the tree and the dragon were and looked down. The sun had started to come up and there was already people moving around in camp. Alice pulled her boots off and headed down into camp. As drunk as she was she still somehow managed to get to her cabin without being caught. “If you had anything to do with that, father, thanks. I guess. You b******d.” She muttered before entering the cabin. The best thing about the Dionysus cabin was it’s blackout curtains that kept the sun out all day and it was comfortably dark inside.
Pollux stirred and woke up as she came in. He caught her eye and assessed her condition quickly before climbing sleepily out of his bunk and walking over to her. He steered her carefully to her bed and sat her down before wordlessly grab her a trash can. Right on cue as he handed it to her she threw up and he pulled her tangled hair out of the way. When she was done she lay back on her bed and whispered a slurred “thank you” as she passed out.
A few hours later there was a rough nock on her door and she moaned as she was roused out of the comforting oblivion of sleep. “What?” She called pathetically and there was another nock. She forced herself out of bed, although the strength of her headache almost made her fall over as she went to the door. She was still in her dress and sweatshirt and her hair was tangled mess that any bird would be jealous of. Mascara and eye liner ran down her cheeks in dried rivers and she smelled like smoke, sweat, axe, rum, and vomit. She pulled open the door and found Jake, a caustic Ares kid with shaggy black hair standing in the door. They were cautious friends, neither of them were especially friendly or inclined to trust, and he’d been acting as her unofficial sponsor for a while.
His eyes hardened as he took in her hungover state and he took a step back, letting painful sunlight stream into her cabin. “The hell, Alice?” He demanded and she shrugged, looking away and unable to meet his eyes. “We were supposed to spar this morning. You stood me up.” He accused and she shrugged again. “I forgot, I’m s-“ “Don’t apologize.” He cut her off harshly. “I see how it is.” “No. It doesn’t mean anything. I just messed up…” “You’d like to think it was that easy, wouldn’t you? You’d like to think that it doesn’t matter. Like you always think everything doesn’t matter. You always act like you can just fall off the wagon and it doesn’t matter. But it does.” She could feel herself starting to cry. “What are you talking about?” “You know what I’m talking about.” He reached out and poked the hicky on her neck roughly, making her stumble back. “Pull yourself together.” He demanded disgustedly, then turned and left, leaving her standing in the doorway crying. Slowly she closed the door and returned to her bed. She slept the rest of the day.
When she woke up it was dark out and Pollux was snoring maddeningly in his bed across the cabin. She was wide away and restless and just wanted to do something mindless and get drunk. So, knowing it was a bad idea and not caring, she put on a slinky, sequined dress that barely covered the tops of her thighs, purple high-heeled boots and a sweatshirt from Virginia Tec that she’d gotten at a Goodwill. She put on too much makeup and straightened her hair and snuck out of camp. Once she was out of the camp boundaries she walked and hitchhiked the couple of miles to the nearest town that featured a night life. The biggest club she could find was a fairly seedy place located in a nondescript warehouse. There was a fairly long line outside and the bouncer seemed like the picky type. Alice ditched her sweatshirt, fixed her hair, and strutted straight up to him, completely ignoring the angry line. “Hey, handsome.” She purred, reaching out and tracing her hand along his arm. “You wanna let me there?” His eyes ran up and down her body, and she was quite aware of how nasty his thoughts were and she hated to admit that she rather liked the idea. “Why should I, toots?” He asked in a Bronx drawl and she smiled brilliantly and ran her hand up to his chest. “Cause you’d like to be on my good side.” She told him softly and he nodded and motioned towards the door, giving her a stamp. “Alright, fine. Go ahead. But you owe me.” “And I never forget a debt.” She winked at him and went through the door, smirking at the angry protests of the people still waiting and wiping her hand off from having touched the bouncer.
Inside she found the seizure inducing atmosphere of every club she’d ever been in. She loved the roiling mass of bodies and piercing music accompanied with flashing lights and the nauseating smell of smoke and sweat. The crazed, drunk feeling that permeated the place mirrored how she felt inside of her head. Once, a long time ago, she’d been disgusted with herself at how much she loved this and how alive it made her feel. She hated how some days she just needed to get drunk and abandon everything in favor of madness. Some days she still did. But Alice was a daughter of Dionysus and no matter how disgusting it was what sang through her blood.
First thing she did was slide up to the bar and allow drunk men to buy her shots until she was equally sloshed and had lost the remains of her reservations. Then she headed for the dance floor. She grabbed the first gorgeous boy she saw and pulled him close, wrapping her hands around his neck and grinding with him as she whispered unheard but potent words of madness into his ear. She could feel the euphoric joy that came with being completely mad swelling in the back of her mind as she messed with both of their senses. He broke away from her suddenly and yelled, ripping his shirt off then spinning around a couple times before sprinting through the crowd and into a wall. She laughed drunkenly.
The rest of the night was a blur of mad drinking and dancing. Boys who’s hands wandered across her body as she made them as crazy as she was. Black hair. Blond hair. Blue hair. Tall. Short. Strong. Soft.
By the end of the night she ended up outside the club, making out with a drunk man who’d dragged her into the alley and seemed determined to pull her dress off and do what he wanted to her right there. He was a good kisser and for a while she was content to just push his hand away but then he got more insistent and demanding and bit into her neck and she got scared suddenly and flooded his system with a rush of madness. He stepped back, looking mildly confused, then passed out at her feet. She kicked him in the chest then stepped over him and hobbled out to the street.
It was almost dawn and she needed to get back to camp so he hailed a cab, handed the Mexican driver thirty buck, and collapsed into the seat. As they drove she started to come off of her high and it hit her how drunk and disgusting she was. “What’s wrong with you?” She muttered to herself disgustedly, then tried to push away all thoughts and leaned her face against the window, spacing off as she looked into the darkness. It was cold and she was sweaty and drunk and fast becoming chilled. She’d retrieved her sweatshirt from across the street and pulled it with some difficulty over her head, pulling it down as far as it would go down her exposed legs.
When the cab dropped her off she hobbled to the top of the hill where the tree and the dragon were and looked down. The sun had started to come up and there was already people moving around in camp. Alice pulled her boots off and headed down into camp. As drunk as she was she still somehow managed to get to her cabin without being caught. “If you had anything to do with that, father, thanks. I guess. You b******d.” She muttered before entering the cabin. The best thing about the Dionysus cabin was it’s blackout curtains that kept the sun out all day and it was comfortably dark inside.
Pollux stirred and woke up as she came in. He caught her eye and assessed her condition quickly before climbing sleepily out of his bunk and walking over to her. He steered her carefully to her bed and sat her down before wordlessly grab her a trash can. Right on cue as he handed it to her she threw up and he pulled her tangled hair out of the way. When she was done she lay back on her bed and whispered a slurred “thank you” as she passed out.
A few hours later there was a rough nock on her door and she moaned as she was roused out of the comforting oblivion of sleep. “What?” She called pathetically and there was another nock. She forced herself out of bed, although the strength of her headache almost made her fall over as she went to the door. She was still in her dress and sweatshirt and her hair was tangled mess that any bird would be jealous of. Mascara and eye liner ran down her cheeks in dried rivers and she smelled like smoke, sweat, axe, rum, and vomit. She pulled open the door and found Jake, a caustic Ares kid with shaggy black hair standing in the door. They were cautious friends, neither of them were especially friendly or inclined to trust, and he’d been acting as her unofficial sponsor for a while.
His eyes hardened as he took in her hungover state and he took a step back, letting painful sunlight stream into her cabin. “The hell, Alice?” He demanded and she shrugged, looking away and unable to meet his eyes. “We were supposed to spar this morning. You stood me up.” He accused and she shrugged again. “I forgot, I’m s-“ “Don’t apologize.” He cut her off harshly. “I see how it is.” “No. It doesn’t mean anything. I just messed up…” “You’d like to think it was that easy, wouldn’t you? You’d like to think that it doesn’t matter. Like you always think everything doesn’t matter. You always act like you can just fall off the wagon and it doesn’t matter. But it does.” She could feel herself starting to cry. “What are you talking about?” “You know what I’m talking about.” He reached out and poked the hicky on her neck roughly, making her stumble back. “Pull yourself together.” He demanded disgustedly, then turned and left, leaving her standing in the doorway crying. Slowly she closed the door and returned to her bed. She slept the rest of the day.
It was a horrible day. Alice woke up grumpy and unsettled and wanting to drink. She caved and had a cigarette for breakfast and one of the satyrs caught her and dragged her to Chiron where she got the same lecture as always about her lungs and how disgusting that habit was. During training she was hit by a bolder and knocked off the wall of the obstacle course and had to hobble painfully to the healing tent where an Apollo kid made her sit still as he rather awkwardly healed the busted bones in her knee. “Don’t be so sloppy.” He told her as she headed stiffly for the door. “We’re not here to clean up your mess.” “No one ever has been.” She shot back lamely, then escaped out the door on the verge of tears. Everyone was at lunch but she couldn’t stand the idea of going and sitting with her half-brother Pollux and trying to force a conversation out of him so instead she retreated to her cabin and tried to read about battle tactics but ended up falling asleep. She slept for too long and when she woke up her mouth tasted funny and her head hurt and it was dinner time. She hadn’t eaten anything all day so she forced herself to show up but the meal made her nauseous and Pollux was in one of his sad moods where he just wanted to drink and make everyone else sad so she escaped as soon as possible, feeling her black mood growing. She went to sit on one of the docks. There were several couples making out around the lake and the sounds of happy people made her even angrier and she went back to her cabin and took some pills to sleep for a couple more hours.
When she woke up it was dark out and Pollux was snoring maddeningly in his bed across the cabin. She was wide away and restless and just wanted to do something mindless and get drunk. So, knowing it was a bad idea and not caring, she put on a slinky, sequined dress that barely covered the tops of her thighs, purple high-heeled boots and a sweatshirt from Virginia Tec that she’d gotten at a Goodwill. She put on too much makeup and straightened her hair and snuck out of camp. Once she was out of the camp boundaries she walked and hitchhiked the couple of miles to the nearest town that featured a night life. The biggest club she could find was a fairly seedy place located in a nondescript warehouse. There was a fairly long line outside and the bouncer seemed like the picky type. Alice ditched her sweatshirt, fixed her hair, and strutted straight up to him, completely ignoring the angry line. “Hey, handsome.” She purred, reaching out and tracing her hand along his arm. “You wanna let me there?” His eyes ran up and down her body, and she was quite aware of how nasty his thoughts were and she hated to admit that she rather liked the idea. “Why should I, toots?” He asked in a Bronx drawl and she smiled brilliantly and ran her hand up to his chest. “Cause you’d like to be on my good side.” She told him softly and he nodded and motioned towards the door, giving her a stamp. “Alright, fine. Go ahead. But you owe me.” “And I never forget a debt.” She winked at him and went through the door, smirking at the angry protests of the people still waiting and wiping her hand off from having touched the bouncer.
Inside she found the seizure inducing atmosphere of every club she’d ever been in. She loved the roiling mass of bodies and piercing music accompanied with flashing lights and the nauseating smell of smoke and sweat. The crazed, drunk feeling that permeated the place mirrored how she felt inside of her head. Once, a long time ago, she’d been disgusted with herself at how much she loved this and how alive it made her feel. She hated how some days she just needed to get drunk and abandon everything in favor of madness. Some days she still did. But Alice was a daughter of Dionysus and no matter how disgusting it was what sang through her blood.
First thing she did was slide up to the bar and allow drunk men to buy her shots until she was equally sloshed and had lost the remains of her reservations. Then she headed for the dance floor. She grabbed the first gorgeous boy she saw and pulled him close, wrapping her hands around his neck and grinding with him as she whispered unheard but potent words of madness into his ear. She could feel the euphoric joy that came with being completely mad swelling in the back of her mind as she messed with both of their senses. He broke away from her suddenly and yelled, ripping his shirt off then spinning around a couple times before sprinting through the crowd and into a wall. She laughed drunkenly.
The rest of the night was a blur of mad drinking and dancing. Boys who’s hands wandered across her body as she made them as crazy as she was. Black hair. Blond hair. Blue hair. Tall. Short. Strong. Soft.
By the end of the night she ended up outside the club, making out with a drunk man who’d dragged her into the alley and seemed determined to pull her dress off and do what he wanted to her right there. He was a good kisser and for a while she was content to just push his hand away but then he got more insistent and demanding and bit into her neck and she got scared suddenly and flooded his system with a rush of madness. He stepped back, looking mildly confused, then passed out at her feet. She kicked him in the chest then stepped over him and hobbled out to the street.
It was almost dawn and she needed to get back to camp so he hailed a cab, handed the Mexican driver thirty buck, and collapsed into the seat. As they drove she started to come off of her high and it hit her how drunk and disgusting she was. “What’s wrong with you?” She muttered to herself disgustedly, then tried to push away all thoughts and leaned her face against the window, spacing off as she looked into the darkness. It was cold and she was sweaty and drunk and fast becoming chilled. She’d retrieved her sweatshirt from across the street and pulled it with some difficulty over her head, pulling it down as far as it would go down her exposed legs.
When the cab dropped her off she hobbled to the top of the hill where the tree and the dragon were and looked down. The sun had started to come up and there was already people moving around in camp. Alice pulled her boots off and headed down into camp. As drunk as she was she still somehow managed to get to her cabin without being caught. “If you had anything to do with that, father, thanks. I guess. You b******d.” She muttered before entering the cabin. The best thing about the Dionysus cabin was it’s blackout curtains that kept the sun out all day and it was comfortably dark inside.
Pollux stirred and woke up as she came in. He caught her eye and assessed her condition quickly before climbing sleepily out of his bunk and walking over to her. He steered her carefully to her bed and sat her down before wordlessly grab her a trash can. Right on cue as he handed it to her she threw up and he pulled her tangled hair out of the way. When she was done she lay back on her bed and whispered a slurred “thank you” as she passed out.
A few hours later there was a rough nock on her door and she moaned as she was roused out of the comforting oblivion of sleep. “What?” She called pathetically and there was another nock. She forced herself out of bed, although the strength of her headache almost made her fall over as she went to the door. She was still in her dress and sweatshirt and her hair was tangled mess that any bird would be jealous of. Mascara and eye liner ran down her cheeks in dried rivers and she smelled like smoke, sweat, axe, rum, and vomit. She pulled open the door and found Jake, a caustic Ares kid with shaggy black hair standing in the door. They were cautious friends, neither of them were especially friendly or inclined to trust, and he’d been acting as her unofficial sponsor for a while.
His eyes hardened as he took in her hungover state and he took a step back, letting painful sunlight stream into her cabin. “The hell, Alice?” He demanded and she shrugged, looking away and unable to meet his eyes. “We were supposed to spar this morning. You stood me up.” He accused and she shrugged again. “I forgot, I’m s-“ “Don’t apologize.” He cut her off harshly. “I see how it is.” “No. It doesn’t mean anything. I just messed up…” “You’d like to think it was that easy, wouldn’t you? You’d like to think that it doesn’t matter. Like you always think everything doesn’t matter. You always act like you can just fall off the wagon and it doesn’t matter. But it does.” She could feel herself starting to cry. “What are you talking about?” “You know what I’m talking about.” He reached out and poked the hicky on her neck roughly, making her stumble back. “Pull yourself together.” He demanded disgustedly, then turned and left, leaving her standing in the doorway crying. Slowly she closed the door and returned to her bed. She slept the rest of the day.
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