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Post by Amiel on Oct 20, 2014 21:57:58 GMT -5
Amila sat on her window seat, tail wagging and roughly sketching the scene before her. Everything had been calm for a while, Rebellion had had her baby and got an apartment with Zak in the city, and a few of the older campers had set off to settle down as humans in the real world. She missed her friends, but she didn't belong out there, not like they did. She had to look after the camp. All activities had to be going smoothly, no one should be lacking on their chores, and there were always new campers coming in. She would greet them and assign them a guide for the day to show them around, then head back to where ever she was needed. Amila got up and crawled into her bed, slowly bouncing on it as she tried to think of a new task for herself. She hadn't made a journal for a while, should that happen again? Nah too boring nowadays. She needed to go for a run. Maybe Jake would take her, make sure she doesn't run off.
(Bluh I am still a loser at starters.)
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Post by Poison Ivy on Oct 24, 2014 21:51:20 GMT -5
(Psh starters are always a bitch to write)
The scorching sunlight washed down on the numerous duels taking place in the arena, clashing metal and grunts of pain/exhaustion was all that could be heard apart from the heavy breathing of those from which the noises originated. Watching the group, ever so critically, Jake sat in the bleachers, evaluating every fight that was going on simultaneously. Two campers came up to him on his authoritative perch, their heads hung low as their hands clasped at the wounds adorning their bodies. "Sinya, I told you to watch your foot work and block your attacker's blows. Kai, stop wasting your energy, when the attacker goes into defense back off until they come back to taking the offensive route. If you two were to be fighting in any war, you would be dead right now. This is the last time I'll tell you this, fix it." he told them, coldly. Then, running a hand through his red, sun-streaked hair, the light of the sun highlighting the scar that marked his eye. and jumped out of the bleachers, landing with a strong "thud". The campers stopped fighting upon his movement and put their weapons away, giving him their full attention. "You're all sloppy," he announced, "fighting is an art, much like dancing, it requires thought and grace, as well as proper breathing and every minuscule movement counts. Without practice, you will never be able to defend yourself in a fight, much less your family or your community. So, work on it. You're done for now." All the campers grumbled about his unfair criticisms as they filed out, eventually leaving the muscular son of Ares to himself. After a moment of basking in the peace of the empty arena, he disappeared and reappeared outside the door to Amila's room, lightly knocking on the door. as he sighed to himself, reflecting on the day's results.
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Post by Amiel on Oct 24, 2014 21:57:23 GMT -5
Amila got up and opened the door, "Jake!" She squeaked happily. "H-how was training?" She asked, grabbing his hand and dragging him into her room.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Oct 24, 2014 22:12:46 GMT -5
Jake's eyes lit up as they landed on his beautiful girlfriend, giving her his usual crooked grin to greet her. He walked into her room and pulled her into a tight hug, resting his head on top of hers and closing his eyes for a second. "Practice was mediocre, the kids don't know how to fight. There's maybe one person that would be able to survive 5 minutes in an actual battle, but that's about as good as it gets," he replied, tiredly. He kissed the top of her head and looked down at her. "What have you been up to, pup?" he asked.
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Post by Amiel on Oct 24, 2014 22:14:33 GMT -5
Amila shrugged, "I haven't really done much... Just doodled and thought..." she mumbled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Oct 24, 2014 22:18:39 GMT -5
Jake kissed her forehead and grinned. "Have you drawn me like Adonis yet?" he asked, tilting his head upward and to the right slightly, as if modeling. Then, he chuckled and returned his face to its natural position to look at her again.
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Post by Amiel on Oct 24, 2014 22:20:56 GMT -5
Amila giggled and shoved him, "You are a fucking idiot." She said and rested her head on his chest.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Oct 24, 2014 22:23:42 GMT -5
Jake laughed when she pushed him, but only held onto her more. "Yeah, but you love it though," he teased. He kissed her cheek and pulled away, sitting down on her bed. "What' s been on your mind?" he asked.
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Post by Amiel on Oct 24, 2014 22:31:18 GMT -5
Amila took a deep breath, "Two things have been on my mind." She said as she tugged at her tail. "One, I want kids. I want someone to take care of. I mean... Since Bones died I haven't had anything to take care of..." She was nervous about the subject, she had brought it up several times, mainly when she was drunk, and each time she hadn't gotten a definite answer. The other thing would be left for after this conversation.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Oct 24, 2014 22:41:10 GMT -5
Jake coughed, nearly choking on his own tongue for a moment, and cleared his throat to regain his composure. He'd never taken her drunken rambling too seriously, since she was, well, drunk, ant not functioning at her normal efficiency. He looked at her for a moment and then ran his hand through his hair, glancing towards the floor as a light blush took residence on his cheeks. "K-kids... I, uh... Well..." he cleared his throat again, flustered, "D-do you think I'd be a good father? I mean, uh... If you want, then sure... I just don't really know if, um... I'd be good at... parenting..." His words began to trail off as he began rambling near the end, still avoiding eye contact.
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Post by Amiel on Oct 24, 2014 22:43:57 GMT -5
Amila looked at him, "I've seen you with Reb and Zak's kid... You do really good with him..." She sat on the bed next to him and grabbed his hand. "I think you will do really good with a kid of your own."
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Post by Poison Ivy on Oct 24, 2014 22:48:18 GMT -5
Jake rubbed the back of his neck and met her eyes for a second. He held onto her hand and let out a soft sigh, smiling gently at her. "It's up to you, pup," he decided, grabbing onto her other hand.
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Post by Amiel on Oct 24, 2014 22:50:34 GMT -5
Amila smiled and held his hands tight, "I really want a kid..." She said and kissed him. "I won't even make you help me take care of it, not if you don't want to..."
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Post by Poison Ivy on Oct 24, 2014 22:54:33 GMT -5
Jake kissed her back and smiled at her eagerness. "No, no, I'll help you take care of it... I wouldn't be able to call myself a father if I didn't," he chuckled. He ruffled her hair a bit and kissed her once more. "What else is on your mind?" he asked.
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Post by Amiel on Oct 24, 2014 23:11:38 GMT -5
Amila shifted a bit, "Um... Well... It's really hard to explain... I um... I've been thinking about this for a while... Um...." her face turned a faint red, "I um... I'm changing my gender... Kinda... I guess...?" she looked at her hands and tried to stop her shaking.
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