forum Percy Jackson!

Started January 14, 2019 by @Hawkeye

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“I look that bad?” Trenton ran his hand through his hair again, successfully messing it up completely. “I’m simply not a supporter of firearms.” He murmured softly, looking back over his shoulder nervously.

Lydia raised her eyebrows. “Not a supporter? You almost had a full on panic attack. Granted, you jumped in front of a gun, but I think you’re more than unsupportive.”

Trenton didn’t reply to this for almost a full minute, unsure of how to phrase what he wanted to say. “My Father does some work with them, used to take me hunting a lot.” He replied, his voiced guarded.

Lydia nodded slowly, squeezing Trent’s shoulder. She had several questions, but figured now wasn’t the time to ask. “I get it.” She said, thinking back to her foster home, and how she couldn’t stand the smell of beer anymore.

Trenton winced as she squeezed his shoulder, but otherwise only nodded curtly, still tapping his fingers anxiously on his leg. “I apologize for any distress I caused you. I’d like to think I’m not usually so… irrational.”

“Believe me, I’m used to people acting irrationally. Specifically myself. And don’t apologize unless you need to. You don’t need to apologize.”

Xena went to the archery range and picked up a bow. Seeing some of the other kids, she smiled and waved before going to pick up a quiver of arrows.

“Sorry.” Trenton muttered reflexively, then gritted his teeth in frustration. “It’s a habit. I’ll try to suppress it for you.”

“Trent…. I’m telling you that you don’t need to apologize.” Lydia said quietly.

Trenton opened his mouth to apologize again before shutting it quickly. He scratched at his head and sighed. “Right.” He mumbled, pulling his lower lip between his teeth, chewing on it nervously.

“So…. how’s your cabin?” Lydia asked, hoping to distract him.

Blair stopped singing, having calmed down enough to start shooting again. He shot off another round, peircing the trees near him.

“It’s—“ Trenton froze at the sound of gunshots in the distance. “Fine. It’s fine.” The color started to drain from his cheeks again, but he kept his mouth sealed shut, sitting as still as a statue.

Blair shot a few more rounds if you listened closely you could almost hear a musical beat in it, if you listened very closely.

“Hey…. he isn’t close enough to hurt us.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” He replied, staring straight ahead. “There are kids here. Little kids.”

Blair stood up, making his way deeper into the forest to where he had a small shack with some herbal things in there. He entered the shack, sitting down on the floor and grabbing his bowl and some leaves.

Lydia thought of her little brother. “He’s not stupid enough to hurt a little kid.” She said, ignoring the intrusive thoughts of her impulsive brother.

Trenton slowly started to unwind as the gunshots stopped. “But what if he does? What if he’s not paying attention? You saw how he just turned his hearing aids off!” He rambled, hugging his knees to his chest.

“Trent, we don’t know that’s going to happen. He’s obeservant.”

Blair mushed up some Kava Kava, pouring some water into the mixture and adding some Chamomile, this was a good mixture he used when he was overwhelmed.