forum Percy Jackson!

Started January 14, 2019 by @Hawkeye

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“I’m not being rude, I’m telling the truth. Nearly everybody here has experience some sort of trauma, and how many of us have almost murdered somebody?”

“I apologize.” Trenton looked at Angel. “We’ve both a rather unpleasent experience today.”

“Yeah, no freaking kidding.”

"Probably all of you, almost everyone has had mental episodes where they have almost or have harmed someone. Blair being the son of the god of insanity just makes those episodes worse." Bren said, giving them a stare that's a bit colder then his usual one.

Damn it, I missed two responses becuase I'm slow today.//

“NOTHING gives you the right to attempt to kill somebody when they’ve done nothing wrong!” Lydia said, trying extremely hard not to yell.

Trenton immediately sensed the tension and tensed up. “Perhaps we should go, Lydia.”

"The real question is if you did do something wrong? People have a certain view of themselves that they are convinced they fit into."

I’m going to have to fight, aren’t I? Trenton sighed a little at the thought. “We Can just wait to eat with everyone else. Lydia, come on, we both need some extra rest.”

“They don’t own the kitchen, Trent.” Lydia said, not taking her eyes off of Bren.

Trenton gritted his teeth, resting his hand on his hip. His fingers grazed the tip of his sword, ready to fight if needed.

"No, we don't own the kitchen. You could still eat." Bren said simply, an eyebrow raised and his body language still causual.

(Can I just talk about the fact that my school went into lockdown because of a former student? Like jeez.)
Lydia rolled her eyes, moving towards the cupboards.

Trenton was visibly on edge, watching Lydia like a hawk. “Thanks.” He replied flatly.

(Are you okay @Hawkeye?)

(Yeah, I’m fine now, turned out to be nothing.)
Lydia found a bag of bread and some peanut butter and set to work making sandwiches.

Trenton wrinkled his nose at the smell of peanut butter, making him look a bit like a bull dog with his scrunched up cheeks.

“You Alright?” Lydia asked.

“Peanut butter’s gross.” Trenton mumbled almost completely inaudibly. A look of panic shot through his eyes for a spilt second. He awkwardly coughed a few times before actually speaking up so everyone can hear him.

“I find peanut butter to be rather distasteful.”

“Oops, sorry.” Lydia said, putting away the peanut butter and shooting him a look of concern. “You like honey?”

Trent perked up at this, swiftly nodding. “Honey is acceptable.”

Lydia smiled. “Anything else?”

Trenton looked cautiously at Bren and Angel before abandoning his post at the door. He moved to stand next to Lydia, peering over her head to look through the upper cabinets.

“See anything you want?” Lydia asked, puting honey on bread.

Trenton scoffed in distain at the ingredients in the cabinet, shutting it with a gentle click. “No thank you, I wish not to turn my bread into a culinary disgrace.” He grumbled quietly. “Unless you are interested in expired paprika I suggest you do the same.”

“Ugh.” Lydia said, putting pieces of bread together, and handing a sandwich to Trent.