User talk:Thinkaboutthisname

Welcome
Hi, welcome to Percy Jackson Fanfiction Wiki! Thanks for your edit to the User:Thinkaboutthisname page.

Please leave a message on my talk page if I can help with anything! -- Sparrowsong (Talk) 03:11, December 19, 2009

Love Kills
I <3 Love Kills! It's amazing! Sparrowsong 21:52, December 19, 2009 (UTC)

Are you kidding? Love Kills is probably the best LukexOC fic I've ever read! Don't worry, TATN (can I call you that?), we're not like those mean flamers from the PJO section on fanfiction.net. We love your story. I just know it's going to be highest voted :). Sparrowsong 22:14, December 19, 2009 (UTC)

Have you read Whispers in the Dark, just curious? It's about Luke's daughter. Sparrowsong 22:18, December 19, 2009 (UTC)

Thanks, what part are you at? Sparrowsong 23:18, December 19, 2009 (UTC)

Thank you so much, TATN! Sparrowsong 00:19, December 20, 2009 (UTC)

You really like it? Thank you. I like yours, too. Sparrowsong 04:00, December 20, 2009 (UTC)

It's just a term I made up. It doesn't really make sense, but I think it sounds good. In case you don't already know, it refers to the child of two demigods. Taylor is a quarter-blood because her mother is a daughter of Zeus and her father is a son of Hermes. Sparrowsong 07:40, December 22, 2009 (UTC)

P.S. Have you read Different Choice? What do you think of it? Do you support Lukabeth?

Thanks! Wow, somebody else who supports Lukabeth and Lukalia. This is quite the coincidence...almost scary. Sparrowsong 18:04, December 22, 2009 (UTC)

I know, they are awesome couples. I supported Lukabeth from the start, and I started supporting Lukalia after I reread the series. I think Lukalia is better, though, because the age difference is smaller (Luke is 7 years older than Annabeth but only 2 years older than Thalia). Sparrowsong 19:18, December 22, 2009 (UTC)

P.S. Have you read Nine Months? It's about a daughter of Artemis that gets pregnant at 16. It was inspired by the song Papa Don't Preach.

Ur Avatar
I love ur avatar, I forgot his name though XD - Leafwhisker 02:04, December 20, 2009 (UTC)

lol nice - Leafwhisker 03:21, December 20, 2009 (UTC)

I love Love Kills have u read Forgotten? It's just a PercyXOC story I made. Also part of a series - Leafwhisker 03:30, December 20, 2009 (UTC)

Yeah, it's the one with Katie - Leafwhisker 03:56, December 20, 2009 (UTC)

Thanks - Leafwhisker 04:19, December 20, 2009 (UTC)

Re: HELP!
www.elouai.com. Sparrowsong 05:18, December 23, 2009 (UTC)

No problem. Sparrowsong 05:23, December 23, 2009 (UTC)

P.S. Have you read The Life of Ivy Katz? I've just started Chapter Three. I have it open in a different window.

Thanks. You'll find out very soon, but if you reread it and pay attention to the small clues you might be able to figure it out. I'll give you a hint - it's not one of the Big Three, but she is a direct descendant of Zeus. Sparrowsong 05:32, December 23, 2009 (UTC)

It's a male god, actually. Six letters. Sparrowsong 05:38, December 23, 2009 (UTC)

No, but that was really close. Sparrowsong 05:42, December 23, 2009 (UTC)

There's a new chapter *hint hint*. Sparrowsong 05:55, December 23, 2009 (UTC)

Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. Were you surprised when I revealed who her dad was? I mean, it was a little bit obvious, but I tried to write it so the readers wouldn't think that was the moment I'd reveal Ivy's Olympian parent. Sparrowsong 06:07, December 23, 2009 (UTC)

LOL thanks, the reason I made Ivy not know what it was was because I myself didn't know what it was. I feel soo dumb XD. Sparrowsong 06:14, December 23, 2009 (UTC)

P.S. Will you write a sequel to Love Kills?

P.P.S. If so, will Luke reform?

I just had an idea - maybe Jade comes back to life, but with a forgotten memory? Or maybe Luke meets her reincarnation? Sparrowsong 06:19, December 23, 2009 (UTC)

Aww, thanks! Glad you like the idea so much. Sparrowsong 06:25, December 23, 2009 (UTC)

Ur Name
Lucky! Ur name is Thalia! Awesome! :D -Leafwhisker 14:54, December 23, 2009 (UTC)

Yeah, I wish my name was Thalia instead of Ava *sighs* -Leafwhisker 20:28, December 23, 2009 (UTC)

That sucks :( -Leafwhisker 20:47, December 23, 2009 (UTC)

Hey
Just wondering, have you read my latest story? It's called Hell Is For Children. Do you like it? Sparrowsong 22:15, December 26, 2009 (UTC)

P.S. I saw the picture on your user page. I think you're really pretty :).

'*Hugs TATN* I know, it's so sad, especially when you think about how many real babies and children have that happen to them. I just about cried writing it... Sparrowsong 01:07, December 27, 2009 (UTC)

Re: Whispers in the Dark
Thanks! Do you think I should do a sequel with Nikki and Taylor as teenagers? And maybe Kronos comes back or something? Sparrowsong 20:11, December 27, 2009 (UTC)

I think I will call it Echoes in the Night. Do you like that title? Sparrowsong 20:37, December 27, 2009 (UTC)

I like that suggestion, thank you. --Sparrowsong 05:20, January 4, 2010 (UTC)

Hey
Hey Thalia, I have a blog post that you may want to check out, just a random idea about everyone on the wiki making a story together... it may take awhile though... -02:25, January 6, 2010 (UTC)

Aww, thanks. Sparrowsong 03:15, January 31, 2010 (UTC)

OMG! SWEET TEMPTATION IS AWESOME! Any special reason for the title, BTW? Sparrowsong 03:25, January 31, 2010 (UTC)

Cool. I'm just about to go read the newest chapter. Can you guess what's significant about Boomerang and Snowflakes? Sparrowsong 03:45, January 31, 2010 (UTC)

Boomerang: Stefan goes away and then comes back right where he started. Like a boomerang. Snowflakes: A (typical) crush is a lot like a snowflake. It's beautiful for about three seconds, but then it melts and you forget about it.

Do any of your other stories have symbolic titles, too? --Sparrowsong 04:01, January 31, 2010 (UTC)

Cool. Sparrowsong 05:51, January 31, 2010 (UTC)

It's pretty nice. A little sad, too. Have you read Possessive? Sparrowsong 07:44, January 31, 2010 (UTC)

Alice
I just updated it! Oh, and have you taken the polls on the talk page? Like the theme song one? Sparrowsong 00:09, February 2, 2010 (UTC)

I loved the ending. You so have to do a sequel. I am really glad that Rachel died. Sparrowsong 01:08, February 2, 2010 (UTC)

I always have to do character pages, too. Hey, I have OCD, too! I'll be back soon, it's suppertime right now. Sparrowsong 01:13, February 2, 2010 (UTC)

Finding My Father
I'm updating Finding My Father right now, have you read it? Sparrowsong 03:50, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

Yeah, I made it super obvious on purpose, LOL. Sparrowsong 04:02, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

ROFL! *Sarcasm mode* I love surprises, don't you? *End of sarcasm mode* Sparrowsong 04:07, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

So far it's cool. Can you guess who Harmony's parents are? Sparrowsong 04:27, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

Yup. The eyes gave it away, huh? Sparrowsong 04:29, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

It's fun being obvious! Wow, that was incredibly random. Sparrowsong 04:38, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

Me too, oddly enough. Sparrowsong 04:43, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

Just wondering, what's one of your favorite plot devices? Sparrowsong 04:48, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

Yeah, me too. For some reason, I'm obsessed with having my characters get kidnapped and (occasionally) get stockholm syndrome. I think I'm addicted to implied sex, too. Wow...that makes me sound soo weird... Sparrowsong 04:56, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

I know. Mine makes me feel bad for always making Lukalia and Percabeth kids, but I cannot stop (I think I might be addicted). But I do have some other ideas I haven't done before! Here they are: What do you think of them? Sparrowsong 05:09, February 3, 2010 (UTC)
 * Annabeth/Thalia femslash.
 * A SON of Aphrodite?!
 * X (haven't decided on her name yet), daughter of Hermes, is sexually assaulted and becomes pregnant (sort of like Amberlynn). The twist? The rapist is X's half-brother. Yes, I realize it sounds very sick, but I came up with it late one night and I just have to get it out of my head.
 * Annabeth is married to Percy, but she's having an affair with Luke. Then she gets pregnant and doesn't know if it's Percy's or Luke's.
 * Travis Stoll gets a girl pregnant, but Connor had a crush on her and is very jealous. Instead of the usual teen pregnancy story, where it's told from the pregnant girl's POV, it would be told from Connor's POV.
 * Thalia didn't get turned into a tree. She's now fifteen and dating Luke. But when a new girl comes to camp and tries to steal him from Thalia, who will he choose?
 * A child of Aphrodite who's ugly.

Thanks. And sure. Sparrowsong 05:16, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

That sounds so exciting! I think I'm going to do the third idea today. Do you have any title ideas for it? Sparrowsong 05:21, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I was listening to Snow White Queen by Evanescence (a song about stalkers and rapists), and it kinda reminded me of Todd and Amberlynn. Do you agree?

Thanks. Sparrowsong 05:25, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. What's your all-time favorite story on this Wiki so far?

Aww, thank you :). *Hugs you until you suffocate* Sparrowsong 05:29, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

Happy Endings Only Happen In Fairytales. Sparrowsong 05:39, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

Me too XD (in a friend way, of course!). Sparrowsong 05:55, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

It owns my social life. Sparrowsong 06:01, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

Glad I'm not the only one XD. Sparrowsong 06:10, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

Same here! I totally worship Rick Riordan!! Sparrowsong 06:16, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

OMG! Whose POV is it going to be from? Sparrowsong 22:21, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

I hope he writes a book from Luke's POV. That would be really interesting. Sparrowsong 22:34, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

Oh...maybe it'll be about Percy and Annabeth's kid, then... Sparrowsong 22:38, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

I think they should call it Zoe if it's a girl and Luke if it's a boy. What exactly was the second prophecy again? LOL, sorry, it's been a very long time since I read TLO. Sparrowsong 22:48, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

Sounds mysterious. Sparrowsong 22:57, February 3, 2010 (UTC)

Hey, I just updated Hell Is For Children... Sparrowsong 06:28, February 4, 2010 (UTC)

I know, shocking, huh? Though I intended it to be fairly obvious from the start that Elena was a daughter of Athena, I purposefully wrote Olivia to be all sweet and bubbly on purpose, so that nobody would suspect Ares was her dad. Who'd you think it was? Sparrowsong 06:34, February 4, 2010 (UTC)

She does kinda have the Apollo cabin personality. I can't imagine having Clarisse as a sister... Sparrowsong 07:07, February 4, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Have you taken the polls for Stand In The Rain?

I know, she's so mean most of the time. I hope she ends up liking Olivia, because if not...yeah. It will be ugly. Sparrowsong 19:01, February 6, 2010 (UTC)

ROFLOL!! You're a genius! Sparrowsong 19:06, February 6, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Since you guessed Nick and April's initials correctly, you get to pick the hair color of Miranda's baby. Soo, yeah, what hair color do you think the baby should have?

Yeah, Miranda is blonde and Phillip is brunette. Sparrowsong 19:17, February 6, 2010 (UTC)

Thanks, that sounds good. Sparrowsong 19:34, February 6, 2010 (UTC)

Yay! Have you seen my latest blog post? Sparrowsong 20:01, February 6, 2010 (UTC)

Just a little advice
Thalia, I'd kinda rather you didn't post your full name on here. I mean, no offense, it's fine to say little things like your hair color and what country you live in (because obviously, you're not the world's only blonde-haired girl named Thalia who lives in Canada), but I'm worried that you might be posting a little too much personal info. I sound paranoid, but there's all kinds of perverts on the internet, and it's really easy to track someone down by knowing their name, where they live, and what they look like. You might want to change it to a pretend last name. In fact, just to be safe, I wouldn't even use my real middle name. Sparrowsong 15:51, February 5, 2010 (UTC)

Oh no, I'm not mad, I was just worried. Glad you changed it now. Sparrowsong 23:44, February 5, 2010 (UTC)

I think she's cool, too. Sparrowsong 18:44, February 6, 2010 (UTC)

Thanks. Your stories are great, too. Sparrowsong 18:49, February 6, 2010 (UTC)

Stereotypes list
Thanks for using my idea, LOL. But the idea is that you change it to stereotypes that apply to you. Sparrowsong 21:08, February 6, 2010 (UTC)

Hey, Thal, you still on?
I just updated Alice! Sparrowsong 05:24, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

Oh, sorry. Sparrowsong 06:07, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

Wow, that's pretty odd. What do you think of the new Alice chapter? Sparrowsong 06:11, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

One of the Big Three. Are you surprised about Alice getting pregnant? Sparrowsong 06:14, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

'*Very evil grin* Ends with an S. Sparrowsong 06:16, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

Nope, but good guess. I actually kinda teased the readers by implying that Alice is a child of Zeus (the whole "you remind me of Thalia" thing) even though she's not. I'm evil :D. Sparrowsong 06:22, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

Yup. Are you surprised? Sparrowsong 06:24, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

LOL. Have you seen the new chapter of Snowflakes? Sparrowsong 06:27, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

I know, it almost makes me not like him anymore. I have a twisted mind. A very twisted mind. Do you like Stella? Sparrowsong 06:29, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

Thanks, I kinda like her too. I think I have the most twisted mind of everyone on this site though, XD. Sparrowsong 06:34, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

Ooh, tell me all about it :D. Sparrowsong 06:38, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I tried to write a LukexAlice lemon last night. Man, it was awful. It made me sound like a perverted nine-year-old boy. Wow, that was random...but it does show what a twisted mind I have! :D

Lolwut, robot-sex? LOL. Man, that was a lot of chatspeak...XD. This is so random, but do you like Nikki or Taylor better so far? Sparrowsong 06:43, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

I'm a huge fan of yuri. Especially Sailor Moon yuri. Especially if it's rated 18+ and I technically can't read it for another 5 1/2 years. I like getting into mischief, LOL. Did you see my newest story? It's very sad. I almost cried writing it. Go read it or Kronos will eat your family. Sparrowsong 06:52, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Please excuse me, I'm high on raisins.

I know, LOL. Sparrowsong 06:57, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I don't actually turn 13 for another 4 months.

No, not really. I'm almost 13 and I still watch Sesame Street. Sparrowsong 07:01, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

What's even weirder? I still sleep with a teddy bear. I'm not kidding. Uhh...why am I telling you that? LOL. Sparrowsong 07:04, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

I wish I was still a little kid sometimes. Other times, I wish I was 30. I'll have to go soon, BTW. But I can probably stay on for a while longer. Sparrowsong 07:08, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

Goodnight, nice talking to you. Sparrowsong 07:11, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

Thanks. =D - Pure Love  Leafwhisker's Talk  12:26, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

Read the newest chapter of Darkness Rising yet? It's all reveal- hold on. I said too much, didn't I? ZephyrX9 17:07, February 8, 2010 (UTC)

Rosalia
How come you like her better than Noah? Sparrowsong 06:44, February 10, 2010 (UTC)

Maybe it's because she's more main. Sparrowsong 06:49, February 10, 2010 (UTC)

...XD. Do you like Rose's theme songs? Do you have any suggestions for Noah? Sparrowsong 06:53, February 10, 2010 (UTC)

Oh, it looks like I have to go right now! TTYS! Sparrowsong 06:56, February 10, 2010 (UTC)

Wrong and Right
I posted my first lemon. It's on that "secret forum," hee hee. Tell me how horribly I did XD. Sparrowsong 07:07, February 16, 2010 (UTC)

As gross as this sounds, I'm excited about that. Can I request one? If so, would you mind doing the ToddxAmberlynn rape scene? Sparrowsong 07:12, February 16, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Do you have any CC? Anything I could improve?

Ok, I will. I'm gonna write the rape scene next. Y'know, the one in the bathroom? I'm wincing for Nico already... Sparrowsong 07:16, February 16, 2010 (UTC)

I already did. Oww, I wanna hug Nico so badly. Sparrowsong 07:23, February 16, 2010 (UTC)

Aren't you glad I used the proper names for their body parts? I hate it when people use words like "pussy," "boner," "wetness," "hardness," "cock," and "bigness." Yes, I saw a lemon that used "bigness" as a synonym for "penis" DX. Sparrowsong 07:26, February 16, 2010 (UTC)

I know. And, could you specifiy what kind of sex it is? Please and thank you. Sparrowsong 07:32, February 16, 2010 (UTC)

It's hard to find good lemons nowadays. Yours is quite juicy, though XD. Sparrowsong 07:35, February 16, 2010 (UTC)

Oh, ok! I will right now! Thanks for reminding me! Sparrowsong 00:57, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

LOL. This chapter is gonna be interesting. Sparrowsong 01:04, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

She meets some other half-bloods, including Percy. And everyone at camp finds out that she's having Luke's baby. And sh--oops, better not give anymore away. Sparrowsong 01:09, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

I can't wait for you to see their reactions! Sparrowsong 01:15, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

It's up now. Sparrowsong 01:27, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

Yes. Sparrowsong 05:20, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

Yeah, I like all Luke pairings. Except Lukronos *shudders*. I may even try a Hermuke sometime XD. Sparrowsong 05:25, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

I know, it would be. Speaking of Hermes, Luke, and incest...in your LK AU, you should totally have Hermes walk in on Luke and Jade. Like in Snowflakes, but even worse. Bwa-ha-ha! Sparrowsong 05:29, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

Totally. Write it in 2 minutes or I'll kill you! Sparrowsong 05:36, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

LOL, kidding. But can you write it soon? Pretty please? Sparrowsong 05:40, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

Oh my gods, thanks so much! I'm looking forward to it like you wouldn't believe! Sparrowsong 05:44, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. My Lukachel rapefic is up.

Ok, thanks. A lot. Sparrowsong 05:46, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

'*Drools* This is such a cliched question, but will she get pregnant? Sparrowsong 05:48, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

Indeed. I think she should get pregnant. Sparrowsong 05:52, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. This is kind of a brainfart, but...the baby's hair should be dark blonde! Redhead + blonde = strawberry blonde and light brown + black = dark brown, right? Soo...light blonde + light brown = dark blonde! :D

I'm voting for a girl. I even thought of a name you can use if you want. What do you think of...Donna Renée Morgan-Castellan? Sparrowsong 05:55, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

Ok then. Dawn Renée Morgan-Castellan. I think it's pretty good. Sparrowsong 05:59, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

Glad to hear that. Sparrowsong 06:02, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I wonder what Hermes'll do if he sees Jade and Luke with a baby that's clearly theirs? Or Luke with his hand on Jade's baby bump?

P.P.S. In case you can't tell, I am evil.

I do so enjoy torturing jerkass gods. Hermes reminds me of my dad, LMAO. Which only makes torturing him even funner. Sparrowsong 06:04, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

I know, but in my mind Luke was cured of being possessed, married Thalia, had Nikki and Taylor with her, and lived happily ever after. Sparrowsong 06:10, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

Uhh, thanks...I guess. I read One Last Song. It was amazing. Sparrowsong 06:13, February 18, 2010 (UTC)

I'm homeschooled. Sparrowsong 20:40, February 19, 2010 (UTC)

Yeah, I am. I sometimes wish I was in school, though. Sparrowsong 20:48, February 19, 2010 (UTC)

Nah, not really. They're gonna make me go when I'm 15, though XD. Sparrowsong 20:54, February 19, 2010 (UTC)

Yeah. Sparrowsong 20:56, February 19, 2010 (UTC)

S'okay. Sparrowsong 21:00, February 19, 2010 (UTC)

Lynn and Ethan
Hey, just cuz I love ST so much, I made you a present. It's supposed to be Lynn holding Ethan. Sorry if it sucks DX. Sparrowsong 00:11, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

Welcome and thanks *blushes*. Sparrowsong 00:16, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

FU*K YOU! I mean, THANK YOU! LOL, that was funny XD. Sparrowsong 00:23, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

I was kidding. Sparrowsong 00:27, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

'*Runs away screaming* Sparrowsong 00:30, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

He killed Luke! Sparrowsong 00:36, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

'*Spanks Kronos* Yeah, right, son of a bitch. Why don't you go tell that to May, Hermes, Annabeth, and Thalia? *Takes out chainsaw* *Turns it on* *Moves it slowly towards Kronos' head* Sparrowsong 00:41, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

Crap, dinner. BRB. Sparrowsong 00:43, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

Avatars
Hey, Thal, like my new avatar? It's TFA Blurr. BTW, I like yours. Fasttrack 16:37, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

Actually, screw Blurr. I'm going with Rodimus Minor. ZephyrX9 17:05, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. But not that jerk Sentinel.

Never mind. I've decided on Drift from G1. ZephyrX9 17:22, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

Blurr was funny. So were BB and Hot Shot. ZephyrX9 18:22, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

Now Lugnut, Starscream, and Blitzwing were hilarious. Then there was Wasp, Bumblebee, and Rodimus' crew from TransWarped. ZephyrX9 18:40, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

Lockdown, Prowl, and Jazz were all badass XD. ZephyrX9 18:45, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

I cried when Prowl died. The Tracks cameo in This Is Why I Hate Machines was damn funny. So was Captain Fanzone. ZephyrX9 18:55, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Ratchet was an asshole.

What about everyone's favorite bounty hunter...Lockdown! BTW, the Dinobots and Constructicons were awesome! ZephyrX9 19:01, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

I remember when Lockdown and Prowl teamed up. I LMAO'd at Screamer's clones. Then there were was Swindle and Shockwave. Swindle was cool, while Shockwave managed to have a chin without having a face! ZephyrX9 19:07, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

Actually, Rodimus' team is 60% rejects. BB was to be Hot Shot, Ratchet from Red Alert, Sentinel(let's call him jerkass!) from Rodimus. ZephyrX9 19:12, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Everyone but Blackout, Oil Slick, and Cyclonus on Team Chaar was weird LOL.

I have, and cracked up!(Especially at the ones about Jerkassimus Prime) ZephyrX9 19:18, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

Aw, shucks. I think Rodimus should've been a newcomer to the main crew in season 3, then Arcee dumps Ratchet and goes out with RP. Jetfire and Jetstorm were so funny, but I fanboyed Jetstorm more. ZephyrX9 19:25, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

I'm gonna make a whole hell of a lot of custom TFA figures. ZephyrX9 19:32, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

BTW, I'm gonna post them on Seibertron.com. I'm known as 'phase' there. ZephyrX9 19:36, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

Adrastos quiz
I took your quiz about Adrastos. It's cool. Thanks for mentioning my characters :). Sparrowsong 04:04, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

88%. Did you notice how I included your characters in the April quiz? Sparrowsong 04:07, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

Ethan's birthday. Sparrowsong 04:08, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

His parents, and the one about Lynn. I squealed when you mentioned Virginia and Harmony. Sparrowsong 04:19, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Do you remember which characters were in April's quiz?

Adam Lockhart and...someone else, I think. I'd better go check. Sparrowsong 04:22, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

Adam is a dick indeed. If I were Artemis, no way would I have given my baby to him. I would have dropped my baby on the doorstep of some poor couple that can't have children of their own. OMG, OMG, I have to do that! *Sticks tongue out* Nyah-nyah, I thought of it before you! XD Sparrowsong 04:24, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

True, but wouldn't you be worried that he would rape the baby, too? Not necesarrily when the baby's older - there have been cases of infant rape. Including this 18-year-old guy who raped his 1-week-old daughter while her mom was at school. It nearly made me vomit. Sparrowsong 04:28, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

'*Claps* W00T! Artemis is so badass! Yeah, I know, it's so sickening. What's even worse is that the tyrant only got 3 years in prison. Compared to the average predator that molests say, a 7-year-old, who gets maybe 9 years. Sparrowsong 04:33, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. What do you think of my idea where Artemis has a baby and leaves it on the doorstep of an infertile couple that wants a child?

P.P.S. Personally, I think it sounds good, but daughters of Artemis are a bit too common nowadays. Maybe it could be Hera or something for a change?

I agree, Hera would be cool. Sparrowsong 04:38, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I'm updating SITR. Miranda's baby is born!

P.P.S. I'm making the baby's picture!

He's done. He is obscenely cute. Get this? He has a beanie with a pom-pom. And a pacifier. And panda slippers. Sparrowsong 04:45, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

'*Malicious grin* Haven't you realized by now that I'm extremely evil? Sparrowsong 04:47, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Don't worry, you'll see it the minute I make his character page. Which will be almost immediately after I update.

What part do you think sounds the cutest? Sparrowsong 04:53, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

The new chapter's up. Sparrowsong 05:19, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

Don't worry, he will. And I'm not lying in the description this time, I swear *coughcough*Snowflakes*coughcough*. Sparrowsong 05:24, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

What's that short for again? Sparrowsong 05:26, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

I can't wait for it! Sparrowsong 05:30, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Who should kill Phillip - Hermes, Miranda, both, or somebody else?

I agree XD. I hope you don't mind if I "accidentally borrow" some of Todd's last words >:D. Sparrowsong 05:32, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

What would you do if you were Miranda and Phillip just broke into your house? Sparrowsong 05:36, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

Me too. Phillip's death scene will be soon, BTW. Very, very, very soon. Chapter Six, in fact, if not the next chapter. Sparrowsong 05:40, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

Me neither. It'll almost certainly be up by tomorrow afternoon. Sparrowsong 05:43, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

That sucks. How old's he turning? Sparrowsong 05:46, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

You're lucky you have cousins that are on speaking terms with you. Wow, I wish I was sixteen. Ethan (my brother) turned twenty this month. Sparrowsong 05:49, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

Yeah, Andriana is quite a bitch. It's fun to mock her, though! :D Sparrowsong 05:52, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

LOL, Thalia. I used to know a girl like that. If you want, you could write her real name and then replace it with *s. Like what I did to Aish Sheva the motherfu*king whore who thinks she owns ff.net. Sparrowsong 05:57, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

She evens sounds like a plastic slut. And, I'm not bleeping Aish Sheva's name out either, because she's such a *word that is too vulgar for an R-rated movie*. Just think - in 70 years or so, we'll all be up in Elysium laughing our asses at Ashley and Aish Sheva while they burns in Tartarus >:D. Sparrowsong 06:02, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

Man, what a jackass. Sparrowsong 06:05, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. What do you think Ashley and Aish Sheva's punishments in Tartarus will be?

I don't think anybody likes her. Ashley and Aish Sheva's mothers probably look at them and go "Man, why didn't I abort that demon spawn while I had the chance?" I love badmouthing my enemies >:D. Sparrowsong 06:08, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

Ashley's is perfect. Aish Sheva's...mmm, no, that's just a bit too good for her. I think demons should cut her open with steak knifes, pour salt and lemon juice into the wound, and slowly sew it up with VERY sharp needles with the salt and lemon juice still in, and then force her to walk on a broken mirror for five hours. For all eternity. Sparrowsong 06:10, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

I bet she does wish Ashley and her sister were dead. I do, and I've never even met them XD. Sparrowsong 06:12, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I know. As I told you, I have an incredibly twisted mind. For Ashley's...ooh, I know! Have demons rip her limbs off, lick them but reattach them before eating them, and then rape her so hard with their 6-ft you-know-whats that they go into her uterus and reach the top AND PEE INSIDE OF HER, and then pull out, and then put her in a boiling hot spring (like that guy who stepped into a boiling hot spring, and when he took his boot off the skin came off with it), and then repeat. That's just a fraction of my twisted mind >:D.

How about 50-ft you-know-whats, even? And for Aish Sheva, maybe...35-ft you-know-whats? Sparrowsong 06:22, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Trust me, you really don't.

P.P.S. I was reading graphic lemons at the age of 8.

P.P.P.S. I threatened my brother with a knife when I was about 6 or 7. And I was serious.

P.P.P.P.S. I was obsessed with gods, mythology, war, weapons, kidnapping, cancer, guns, blood, death, sex, incest, and reincarnation. At the age of 5.

What's one of the single most disturbing things your fellow twisted mind can think of? I'm curious to see who's the most twisted >:D. Sparrowsong 06:26, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

Oh.My.Mother.Fu*king.Gods.That.Is.Disturbing. I can't decide who's the most twisted, you or me. Who do you think? Sparrowsong 06:31, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

You seriously just made me scream and nearly get caught XD. Sparrowsong 06:39, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

I think we are equal. Sparrowsong 06:41, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

I'm bored and feel like making images. Who do you think I should make an image of next? Sparrowsong 06:43, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

She basically looks like Alice's twin. I'll make her page sometime soon. Ooh, I had an idea - what about Rose and Noah as kids? Sparrowsong 06:46, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

I'm doing Rose right now. She looks creepy but beautiful, like a gothic porcelain doll. Sparrowsong 06:56, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

'*Nods* It's up now. You'll be able to tell that Luke is her dad (he kinda brainwashes her, wanting her to wear conservative-ish clothing and act polite and stuff, hence her teen image). After I do Noah, I'm doing Keira Stoll as a toddler. Sparrowsong 07:02, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

Maybe tomorrow, it's not really a main story. Did you see Rose's kid picture? Sparrowsong 07:04, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

I will probably DS that tomorrow, too. Yeah, her kid image is very cute :3. Sparrowsong 07:08, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

Sorry, keep forgetting what those stand for... Sparrowsong 07:12, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

Thalia kidnaps Dawn! Sparrowsong 07:15, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

What new character page? Ooh, ooh, I got a good idea for DS! I'm gonna update it now! Sparrowsong 07:19, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

'*Screams* I love you! Please be my first time! I wanna have your baby! Sparrowsong 07:23, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Luke kidnaps Rose back but Noah escapes. He toys with her emotions, trying to persuade her to come back, and very nearly succeeds.

Rose loves Luke as a father, you see. Very much. Sparrowsong 07:26, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

What's a vendetta? Sparrowsong 07:28, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

Neat. In case you're wondering why DS got cut off, I was caught. Luckily, I managed to lie my way out of it XD. Sparrowsong 07:34, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

Yep. Amazing, in fact. Wow...do you parents know you're talking to me? No offense, just curious :). Sparrowsong 07:37, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

My rents are kinda like that too DX. Sparrowsong 07:40, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

Mine, too, but they don't even have OCD. My dad is so mean - like, Ethan likes to cosplay (which lots of people many years older than him also do), and my dad makes fun of him, calling it a "costume party." When I tell him off, he'll say "I can call Ethan's dumb hobby whatever I want" and I'll say "If I wanted to, I could call you a dickhead." I feel like Ethan's 5 and I'm his mother sometimes. I am constantly sticking up for him because he refuses to stick up for himself. Sparrowsong 07:46, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

My mom stills says "grown-up" in front of me. And she didn't want me talking to Zephyr because he's a dude! Sexist, much? Sparrowsong 07:52, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

I know. I am definitely not stupid enough to have cybersex, and I'm gay (for the most part). I don't think she knows that, though. I'm too chicken to come out to her. Sparrowsong 07:55, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

I'm still kinda freaked out by the idea. I'm bisexual, though I definitely lean towards the lesbian side rather than the straight side. Don't worry, I don't like you in that way :). Sparrowsong 07:59, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

Glad you're so accepting of my orientation. That makes me feel great, Thalia :). You're definitely my friend. *Hugs* Sparrowsong 08:03, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

I wouldn't do it with a stranger, especially not on Omegle. Plus, it's technically child molestation to cyber with a 13-year-old, I think...eww. Sparrowsong 08:06, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

Yuck. Kids really shouldn't be doing things like that (they must be pretty young, judging from the words they use). I've seen lemons that appear to be written by first-graders, believe it or not. Sparrowsong 08:12, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

You are? What couple? Sparrowsong 08:16, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

OMG...mmm, Keenan! *Licks lips* The new DS chapter is finally up. It's a long one. Sparrowsong 08:23, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

'*Grins* Maybe...or maybe not. They will eventually, though. Maybe... Sparrowsong 08:26, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

'*Pats you on the back* I nearly cried writing it. Rose's flashbacks and all...even Luke was sad... Sparrowsong 08:29, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

Oh...sorry, I forgot. What part was the saddest? Sparrowsong 08:34, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

I agree. I don't know what stopped that part from making me cry. Sparrowsong 08:39, February 21, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Crap, gotta go to bed now. It's 1:40 where I live. Goodnight, Thalia. See you tomorrow.

Thanks...do you think the reason half the people who voted on that poll hate me is because I write lemons? I'm just curious. It's my wacky theory. Sparrowsong 05:23, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Are you working on anything?

Cool. I'm doing my daughter of Hera idea. Sparrowsong 05:26, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

Yeah, I saw your comment. Thanks. I think we are a lot alike. And you would be amazed by how accurate my image is, the one on the Kate Song page. Sparrowsong 05:30, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I think you're pretty.

Yeah. It looks nice, but my parents won't let me. They think I'm too old to wear pigtails >:(. Sparrowsong 05:34, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

I don't really care what they think, either. You're seriously going to run away tonight? Sparrowsong 05:38, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Gods dammit, I have WB on my stupid Hera story!!

I know this sounds way cliche, but I don't think you should run away. Trust me, I hate my parents too, but you don't want to be out and about at night in Vancouver (you're from there, right?). It's dangerous. Only six more years before you're 18 and can move out, right? *Hugs* Sparrowsong 05:44, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

Well, I still don't think you should go out by yourself at night. Soo, fellow stalker, what have you learned about the dreaded c**ksucker known as Aish Sheva? Sparrowsong 05:48, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Sorry! I couldn't resist!

'*Gulps* I know how you feel. Something like seven months ago in Calg (you'll probably know what that stands for, since we're both Canadian), this girl not much older than us was walking home from work or school (I forget which) when a man grabbed her, dragged her into his car, and raped her six times. He still hasn't been caught. And it wasn't that far from my neighbourhood. Sparrowsong 05:53, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Try closing the internet and then reopening it, that usually works for me. Or restart your computer.

Holy shit, and he's probably still in your neighbourhood...I'd be scared shitless. Like, I wouldn't be able to leave the house. You must be so freaked out. Sparrowsong 05:58, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I can't believe somebody voted that they hated you and your writing on your polls. I'm really starting to think it's Aish Sheva. Maybe I shouldn't have said I was Aphrodite-Awesome-Girl...

P.P.S. Oh no, what if Aish Sheva's reading this and she's gonna use what I've said against me? I can just see her replacing the content of my stories with "Sparrowsong is a dyke" or something like that. I'm kinda scared, to be honest.

I will, just to be safe. Thanks for the advice. Sparrowsong 06:03, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

Yes, I can. Just to be safe, I'll lock my user page and all my stories so that new and unregistered users can't edit them. I already have a strong suspicion that Aish Sheva is here, and if she is, I'll protect it so only admins can and ban her ass. I'm pretty paranoid about the possibility that she's here. Sparrowsong 06:09, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Any other tips?

P.P.S. Do you know how to do a lockdown? I don't.

Trust me, Aish Sheva isn't even the same species as us. Yes, IP addresses definitely can be banned, but I'd wanna know for sure that it was her. Sparrowsong 06:14, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Let's say Aish Sheva does create an account here. Do you think I should ban her right away, or wait until she slips up and does something flamey so my revenge will taste even sweeter? :D

I agree. And, since I looked her up, I know every username she might try to come back as. If you see someone called Aish Sheva, Sheva Das, or Sister Grimm Erin on here, will you please tell me? In case she snoops through our messages, let's have a code phrase for warning each other of someone on the Wiki who might be Aish Sheva. What do you think it should be? Sparrowsong 06:19, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I just protected Nine Months. Now I'm working on all the other pages. Which one do you think she'd probably try to vandalize first, if she did decide to vandalize one or more of my stories?

Thanks, I'll get on that ASAP. And I think that's a bit too long to memorize. How about "Code Spaghetti?" It's easy to remember, in my opinion. Sparrowsong 06:22, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

I'm forgetful, too. I'm just protecting Sibling Rivalry, which means I'm about 1/16 of the way through. Sparrowsong 06:25, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Just because I'm so paranoid, I think I'm gonna start protecting my stories as soon as I make them.

Admins have the ability to lock a page so that new and unregistered users can't edit. That's what I'm doing, since I don't know for sure that Aish Sheva is here but I think she is. I'll protect your user page, too. She would definitely go after you, since you're my BFF on the Wiki. Sparrowsong 06:27, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

When I finally get around to doing an admin election, I will definitely vote for you. As long as you run, that is :). Sparrowsong 06:31, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Any pages of yours you want me to protect?

No problem. I'll do them as soon as I'm done mine. That shouldn't take long. Sparrowsong 06:35, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

Yes, I was going to. I'm locking everything for 6 months. If Aish Sheva doesn't show by then, do you think it'll be safe to assume my current suspicions were just my OCD? Sparrowsong 06:38, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

That's what I'll do if she does come. That c***, I bet she probably would come back in 6 months and vandalize everything. Sparrowsong 06:42, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

I might feel like it tomorrow XD. Sparrowsong 06:46, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

Same here. I only have like, 8 more stories to protect. Sparrowsong 06:48, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

That's exactly how I feel with my psychic powers. Thalia, I'm absolutely certain we were sisters in a past life. Sparrowsong 06:52, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

I am coming to Vancouver next summer, actually...sorry if I sound weird, LOL. I would hug you, too. I'm almost done! Sparrowsong 06:56, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Just curious, if I hadn't protected them, which page do you think Aish Sheva would have gone for first?

P.P.S. Do you think I'll get my revenge? My psychic powers aren't as good as yours.

I agree, either that or Sun Child. It's not well-known like WitD, but there's lots of stuff in it that could definitely be used against me. Do you sense anything else about how I'll get my revenge? Sparrowsong 07:02, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

That's just how I pictured it. Just for that occasion, I'll use words like "motherfu*ker," "c**ksucker," and "c**t" uncensored. You know, the Seven Dirty Words. And the Daddy lyrics *coughcough*Amberlynn*coughcough*. Are your powers giving you any idea of exactly what I'm gonna say? Sparrowsong 07:06, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

Same here, only I was caught by my mom! I have a feeling that part of what I'm gonna say is something among the lines of "Aish Sheva, you are a worthless little whore. You can't write worth shit, you weirdo. You retard, I bet your mother's biggest regret is not aborting you. Mother fu*ker. In about 70 years, Thinkaboutthisname and I will be up in Elysium laughing our asses off at you while you burn in Tartarus, c**ksucker. You're a fu*king slut, you got that? Nobody likes you, c**t. Nobody. I'm superior to you, you see? I'm smart, you're stupid. I have friends, everyone secretly hates you even if they don't act like it. I'm right, you're wrong. I'm strong, you're a weak little dick. I've won this fight, you've lost. I am Aphrodite-Awesome-Girl, and I have reclaimed my dignity and taken yours. Douchebag!" And that's not half of it. Sparrowsong 07:17, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

Can you tell when she's coming on the Wiki? Sparrowsong 07:24, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

I think you're right. Have you seen any Code Spaghettis on Percy Jackson Wiki? *Winks* Sparrowsong 07:26, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

Thanks, because if she's on the PJO Wiki, that almost certainly means she'll find this one. I have to go to bed now because it's 12:30 in Calg. Night, Thalia. Thanks, a lot. Sparrowsong 07:30, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

Love ya, Thalia! In a sister/friend way :). Sparrowsong 07:32, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

Yeah, I'm ok. And we're calling the secret forum "Rainbow Restaurants" now, it's a codename. And if you ever see AllieMarii, Honest101, The One Called Demetra, Theia 47, Fan characters cub29, or Zoe Nightshade (the ff.net user, not the character) on here, they're a Code Spaghetti as well. They're trolls like Aish Sheva. Sparrowsong 03:35, February 23, 2010 (UTC)

No, I love your lemons! And wow, that sounds funny, yelling "Code Spaghetti!" in class XD. Sparrowsong 03:39, February 23, 2010 (UTC)

Funny! Do you know any of the other trolls I mentioned? Sparrowsong 03:42, February 23, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. On second thought, I think Code Spaghetti should be reserved for Aish Sheva sighting. For other trolls, maybe Code Music or something?

Is that Ashley's username on some website? Sparrowsong 03:44, February 23, 2010 (UTC)

Ok, sis. Let's try to memorize it. Code Spaghetti = Aish Sheva/Sheva Das/Sister Grimm Erin, Code Music = Other Troll. Code Spaghetti = Aish Sheva, Code Music = Other Troll. Code Spaghetti = Aish Sheva...LOL, I think we memorized it. Sparrowsong 03:48, February 23, 2010 (UTC)

Ugh, I know. Sparrowsong 03:53, February 23, 2010 (UTC)

Same. On the off chance that she does show up here, do you think you should tell her who you are, give her a hate speech like the one I have planned for Aish Sheva, and then have me ban her? >:D Sparrowsong 04:03, February 23, 2010 (UTC)

She sounds like a real bitch. Did you see Talk:Percy Jackson Fanfiction Wiki? Sparrowsong 04:07, February 23, 2010 (UTC)

Ooh, yeah. Sparrowsong 04:10, February 23, 2010 (UTC)

Characters count, as do poems. Sparrowsong 04:13, February 23, 2010 (UTC)

I haven't read it yet. Oh, and I managed to find Ashley on some other sites. She's trying to be a model. Pfft, like a girl as bitchy and fat and ugly as her would be a model :P. Sparrowsong 04:18, February 23, 2010 (UTC)

YouTube and something else I've already forgotten. Neither of them had anything to do with PJO. You're gonna make it as a blog post, right? Sparrowsong 04:21, February 23, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Are you still typing out your admin nomination?

Sounds fun, I love flaming my enemies. I was asking just because you haven't posted it yet. Sparrowsong 04:24, February 23, 2010 (UTC)

You have to send me a link. Sparrowsong 04:27, February 23, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I might have found her on *** Please erase the link ASAP.

The flaming XD. I only support flaming if the flames are against a bitch who deserves to die, LOL. Sparrowsong 04:33, February 23, 2010 (UTC)

"Have demons rip her limbs off, lick them but reattach them before eating them, and then rape her so hard with their 6-ft you-know-whats that they go into her uterus and reach the top AND PEE INSIDE OF HER, and then pull out, and then put her in a boiling hot spring (like that guy who stepped into a boiling hot spring, and when he took his boot off the skin came off with it), and then repeat." I can't wait. Sparrowsong 04:37, February 23, 2010 (UTC)

Is it a fanfic or the story of what actually happened with her? Sparrowsong 04:45, February 23, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I was just trolling Club Penguin. I walked up to some girl and said "Makes out with."

Hey, Thalia! I will update SL. Are you working on the orgy? :D Sparrowsong 05:53, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Still on? Sorry, I was trolling Club Penguin again.

Re: Sisterly Love
WOO-HOO! (Sims reference) Sparrowsong 05:56, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

It's really glitchy. Have you tried uninstalling it and then reinstalling it? Sparrowsong 05:58, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

Real sorry to hear that...what's happening in the orgy right now? Sparrowsong 06:05, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. It's supposed to be... Right?
 * You
 * Me
 * Luke
 * Annabeth
 * Thalia G
 * Hermes
 * Travis
 * Connor

LMAO! Sparrowsong 06:08, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

'*Eyes light up* ILY forever! I'd like it to be a girl, please. Named Teresa, after my dead grandma. Hair and eye color is up to you. Sparrowsong 06:11, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I have brown-ish hair and hazel eyes. Luke has white-blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. Just in case you forgot our descriptions.

Ooh, almost forgot Nico! What about Annabeth and Thalia's babies? Sparrowsong 06:13, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

Wow...and, uh, did you mean Hermes? Or did you decide to include Nico's dad along with him? Sparrowsong 06:16, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

Woah... Sparrowsong 06:18, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

Both. Who's done me so far? Sparrowsong 06:21, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. The new chapter of SL is almost done.

Mmm, Hermes... Sparrowsong 06:24, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I mostly like him because he has good genetics. And he looks like Luke.

P.P.S. The new chapter of SL is up.

I'm squirming like an epileptic right now. No joke. Sparrowsong 06:26, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

Judy, LOL. What do you think of Uncle Pete? Sparrowsong 06:29, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

I know. He's loosely based on Uncle Vernon. Sparrowsong 06:33, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I kinda picture him being the guy who sits on the couch and watches cartoons in his pajamas, moping and fattening himself up on Cheetos and peanut butter and McDonald's, while writing a child support check. Like the weird uncle from that American Girl book, Lindsey.

P.P.S. Omigods, you wrote the orgy!

I effing love it. I have a phobia of spilling soda, believe it or not. Sparrowsong 06:39, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I'm gonna do an orgy sometime, too. I'm thinking the entire Big Three bloodline.

That's not an uncommon phobia. Better than my soda one. Sparrowsong 06:43, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

I think they've cursed me, too. Sparrowsong 06:47, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

I love having a sister, too. Sparrowsong 06:50, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

'*Nods* You're totally one of my BFFs, sis. Sparrowsong 06:53, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

Same here *hugs really tight*. Sparrowsong 06:55, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. When are you gonna update OLS?

Cool, thanks. Did you like my suggestion about Thalia kidnapping Dawn? Sparrowsong 07:00, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

How old is Dawn now? Sparrowsong 07:02, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

I mean like, how many months or whatever? Just curious. Sparrowsong 07:12, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

I can't get over how cute she sounds. Sparrowsong 07:15, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I'll have to go pretty soon.

See you tomorrow, Thalia :). Sparrowsong 07:20, February 24, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. You can make Teresa's page if you want.

P.P.S. Her full name is Teresa Isabella Castellan.

Changing POV sounds good. Sparrowsong 00:42, February 25, 2010 (UTC)

Nah, don't really feel like it. I had a bad day. Sparrowsong 00:45, February 25, 2010 (UTC)

I had a bad night's sleep, and then my mom yelled at me a bunch. It got funner after school, though, because now I can go on the computer :D. Man, that sounded weird XD. Sparrowsong 00:50, February 25, 2010 (UTC)

I know how that feels. My dad is a jerk, too. Sparrowsong 00:55, February 25, 2010 (UTC)

Yeah, I'm ok, I just had to go for a little while. I'm going to bed early today because I had a bad sleep last night. Talk to you tomorrow, sis! Sparrowsong 04:29, February 25, 2010 (UTC)

Picture
Aww, that's so adorable! Yeah, it does suit us. A lot. Sparrowsong 06:07, February 26, 2010 (UTC)

The other girl looks sorta like me, except her hair's lighter and she's not as pale. I still love the image, though, sis :). Sparrowsong 06:10, February 26, 2010 (UTC)

Thanks. I can't wait to be 13 so I can join Facebook and add you as a friend. I think you're gorgeous. Sparrowsong 06:15, February 26, 2010 (UTC)

June 18, yeah. *Hugs* For once in my life I feel like I have a real sister, not just Crystal, my bitchy 34-year-old stepsister :). Sparrowsong 06:20, February 26, 2010 (UTC)

Thanks. If we ever meet in real life, I will hug you until you can barely breathe. (LINK REMOVED) Here is my stepsister's Facebook. Isn't she ugly? Sparrowsong 06:24, February 26, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I'm erasing the link immediately after I know you've seen it. So please respond ASAP.

For some reason, the link doesn't work for me. Yeah, she is pretty ugly. And her last name is M*****A!! And she's an alcoholic. And she slept around like a whore and got pregnant by 2 different guys. Now she has a bratty 9-year-old, an 18-year-old who smokes and skips school, and...yeah. Her life sucks. I hope I never see her again. Sparrowsong 06:30, February 26, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I think that's her mom beside her. Man, I can see why my dad divorced that bitch. That chick kissed my dad. That chick had sex with my dad! Eww! Blegh.

P.P.S. Her name is Cindy M*****. No joke.

P.P.P.S. Don't you hate that name?!

P.P.P.P.S. I'm also removing Crystal's mom's name as soon as you respond to this.

She does sound pretty. Sparrowsong 06:33, February 26, 2010 (UTC)

SI? Sparrowsong 06:36, February 26, 2010 (UTC)

I sound dumb, LOL. She is cute. The picture of you as a little kid kinda looks like Sydney I****, my BFF in kindergarten. Sparrowsong 06:41, February 26, 2010 (UTC)

LOL. I just stalked Cindy all over the internet. Besides knowing what she looks like, I found out where she works, where she lives, and what her house looks like. I read her blog, she sounds like a nice lady. I found her e-mail address, too. What do you think would happen if I e-mailed her and went "Hi, remember your first husband? I'm his daughter with his new wife! I'm almost 13 years old. I e-mailed you because I found your site and your blog and you sound nice. Your daughter, Crystal, is a bitch :P." LOL! What do you think would happen, though? Sparrowsong 06:46, February 26, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Do you think my dad would be mad?

P.P.S. That would make a good story idea...hmm...

P.P.P.S. Cindy is a kitchen designer. A KITCHEN DESIGNER?! HOW LAME CAN YOU GET?!

I agree. I am nowhere near ready for original fiction, so it'll have to be a fanfic. Any ideas for plots, titles, etc.? Sparrowsong 06:53, February 26, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Should I just call it "My Dad's Ex-Wife" or something more original?

P.P.S. Do you think I should use canon characters or OCs?

I know. CCs are harder. Do you think I'll ever be ready for original fiction? Whenever I try, it sounds like something a 5-year-old wrote. So I get discouraged. That's why I haven't attempted original fiction since June. Sparrowsong 06:59, February 26, 2010 (UTC)

Sure. Sparrowsong 07:01, February 26, 2010 (UTC)

I love it! Way better than the shit I come up with XD. Sparrowsong 07:05, February 26, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I'll have to go to bed really soon.

Love ya! See you tomorrow! *Hugs through computer* Sparrowsong 07:06, February 26, 2010 (UTC)

Keenan
Keenan's page and toddler image show that his eyes are brown, but his teen image has blue eyes. Which one is correct? Sparrowsong 23:55, February 26, 2010 (UTC)

Ok. His description sounds pretty cute, BTW. Sparrowsong 00:00, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Welcome XD. Sparrowsong 00:21, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

I'm gonna. Sparrowsong 01:50, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

SITR. Sorry if it takes me a little while to reply, I'm using my dumb laptop because my regular computer is being a bitch DX. Sparrowsong 01:55, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

OAPAAP
Yahoo! Sparrowsong 01:58, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Re: Have Any Suggestions?
Hmm...maybe her dad catches her with Luke? Sparrowsong 02:03, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

'*Evil grin* Not just kissing! Sparrowsong 02:08, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. *coughcough*OLS*coughcough*

Oh, sorry about that. What's your idea? *Slowly pulls out pistol* Sparrowsong 02:14, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

No, sounds awesome. Sparrowsong 02:20, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

There's some Hermes/Phillip father-son drama. Sparrowsong 02:26, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Haha, I kinda am. Are you working on something? Sparrowsong 02:32, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Pan
...'LMFAO! 'And how'd girls learn about it? Did their dads show them or something? Sparrowsong 02:39, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Eww! Yes, that song does sound like me, I'll look it up. The new chapter for SITR is up. Sparrowsong 02:48, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

He's dying, he'll die in Chapter Six. And yeah, LOL. Soo, you really wanna meet when I come to Vancouver? Cool. I'll ask my mom. I'm not sure how she'll react to the idea...I think she'll be ok with it, though. She's seen your picture and all (damn those rents, always reading over your shoulder!), so she knows that you're not a 50-year-old axe murderer. LOL. Sparrowsong 02:54, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

June, I think. Would your rents be fine with it? Sparrowsong 02:57, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

My rents probably would, too, but it's not like we'd be meeting in a dark alley at midnight or anything, LOL. And plus, we've known each other for a while. Do you like swimming? Sparrowsong 03:02, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

I'm sorry about that. I know how painful it is when you lose a pet. Sparrowsong 03:10, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Prince, my betta that I was extremely attached to. He was only about 1.5 years old. Sparrowsong 03:13, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. My good friend Rebecca had a dog named Jasper. I basically grew up with them. When Jasper died, I could hardly walk. I was so depressed.

Thalia, I'm so sorry. I'm near tears. Sparrowsong 03:17, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Hi!!
I read the ideas for fanfictions that you had and I liked the idea with Dionysus getting the camp drunk. I wanted to ask if I could use it? ~-~-~ Kyra Nielsen/Kiwi 1998 05:23, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

My parents are so gross
I just heard my parents having very loud sex upstairs. With the door open. And they know I'm up! Ugh, my parents are so gross. Sparrowsong 05:33, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I yelled "I CAN HEAR YOU UP THERE!" My parents screamed, slammed the door. My mom yelled "That annoys me!"

P.P.S. Not only are they gross, they hate me too DX.

'*Turns green* Wait...you mean they're gonna wanna talk to me about it?! Sparrowsong 05:35, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

If they do that, I'll just threaten to run away from home. Works like a charm everytime. Sparrowsong 05:37, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

I know. Parents are bizarre. I'm never treating Teresa (my future daughter) or her siblings that way. Sparrowsong 05:40, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Thalia, I'm sorry to sound like I'm lecturing you, but...you should just not have it until you're a married adult, period. Crystal was a happy, healthy young girl...until she got knocked up at 17. Look at her now. She's an alcoholic with 2 teenagers, and she lives in some rundown apartment. Sparrowsong 05:45, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I will report him/her, I promise.

P.P.S. According to my powers, it'll happen when I'm somewhere between 19 and 33. I'll get pregnant from it, but I won't have an abortion no matter what. Killing a baby is never okay.

P.P.P.S. Do you think I should see if I can try to learn some kind of self-defense?

I learned how to defend against a choke hold in this article. Funny, Ethan's moving to Vancouver when he's done university. I might also move there someday; I plan to move out as soon as I'm 18 to get away from my demon parents. I wonder what Pansy would do in a new city like that. Sparrowsong 05:51, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. You should just not have sex until you're ready to have a baby. Even if you use condoms, birth control pills, AND spermicide, you can definitely still get pregnant.

P.P.S. Do I sound too lecturey and mom-ish? LOL.

LOL, ok. What do you think should happen next in Taking Over Me? Sparrowsong 05:54, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

I've had bad WB on that for a long time. Sparrowsong 05:57, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Ethan gets kidnapped. Sparrowsong 06:01, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

How about Adrastos' ex-girlfriend takes Ethan for revenge against Adrastos and Lynn? I forget her name...Isabelle or something? *Shrugs* Sparrowsong 06:04, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

I knew it was something that started with "iz!" Sparrowsong 06:08, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I just read the funniest Rugrats parody ever.

Bring it on. That "dirty Sanchez" thing didn't disturb me at all. I also watched R-rated movies when I was 6. The only thing that can make me even squirm a little is this. Sparrowsong 06:13, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Shit, my parents are making me go to bed. Goodnight, sis.

Holy crap, that's awesome. Sparrowsong 06:19, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Darkness Rising
Zephyr asked me to tell you that he updated Darkness Rising. Sparrowsong 18:19, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

No. I'm thinking about working on Ivy's story or SITR, though. Sparrowsong 19:03, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

I'll go check that out. Sparrowsong 19:08, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Sweet Temptation Chapter Twelve
Holy fu*king shit, Thalia, that was kickass! Sparrowsong 19:11, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. One of the links doesn't work.

The dress. Sparrowsong 19:15, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I wouldn't link to porn sites if I were you, even with the warning. Because:

a) If little kids ever find this site, they will definitely be tempted to explore the "forbidden site."

b) Porn sites have lots of viruses and stuff. Once you visit them, they're hard to get rid of. They can do things like adding themselves to your favorites.

Just some advice.

Oh, sorry. Well, you did say it was a porn site. What do you think of Amber Mizrachi's new image? Does she finally look like a pre-teen instead of a 7-year-old? Sparrowsong 19:19, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I just had the sickest idea. Wanna hear it? It involves rape.

At the beginning of the chapter, when you were warning people. Thanks. And my idea is:

Sally didn't get kidnapped and taken to the Underworld. She's at home, trying to stay out of Gabe's way, when she gets a phonecall.

"Mom," her son's voice sobs. "A boy at camp raped me!"

Sally takes Percy to the hospital. He tells her the rapist's name - Luke Castellan.

Luke goes to prison, but then Percy realizes he loves his rapist. Sparrowsong 19:23, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

I will >:D. Sparrowsong 19:28, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Stop Hurting Me. Sparrowsong 19:32, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Stop Hurting Me
Definitely. It'll be my first yaoi. Sparrowsong 19:36, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

I first read Rainbow Restaurants at 8. Sparrowsong 19:40, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Here's the one I read. Sparrowsong 19:44, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Was it real hardcore porn, or just a RR? Sparrowsong 19:46, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Woah...and you were in fourth grade? Sparrowsong 19:57, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Wow. I'm doing SHM right now, are you working on anything? Sparrowsong 20:00, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Making me really you-know-what, and Luke hasn't even made out with Percy. I am soo doing a RR. Sparrowsong 20:03, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Yes. Did you see my dare? Sparrowsong 20:08, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Bye, sis. Sparrowsong 20:37, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

I'm gonna. I don't really have a title or anything, though. Tell me all about what you think of SHM. Sparrowsong 21:06, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

I love those. Hey, isn't Restless Heart Syndrome a Green Day song? Sparrowsong 21:11, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Green Day is so kickass. Sparrowsong 21:14, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

I know, she's a lot like me, too. Sparrowsong 21:17, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I'll have to go in 15 minutes or so, but I'll be back.

P.P.S. Mom's making me walk Pansy.

Cool! Now I have a reason to look forward to walking her! :D Sparrowsong 21:21, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Pansy is a major pain in the ass to walk. She pulls on the leash so hard, she's nearly broken my arm. And she eats shit off the ground.

Sounds easier than my dog. Right now, I'm eating M&Ms. Guess what color the one I just ate was? ICE-BLUE! Sparrowsong 21:24, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

'*Bursts into tears* WAAA! Sparrowsong 21:26, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. BRB. I'm walking Pansy now.

I'm sorry for the late reply. My mom made me take this RETARDED survey, then she was yelling at me and being a bitch. Nothing outta the ordinary DX. Sparrowsong 22:01, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Ooh...*pants* it's yaoi. And Hermes is in it. And LUKE is in it! *Runs toward RR page screaming like a maniac* Sparrowsong 22:04, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Now I'm doing the Lukercy. Yep, you finally get your payback for doing my dares. Sparrowsong 22:06, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

It's gonna be soo hot. Sparrowsong 22:11, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Why Does This Feel Good? Sparrowsong 22:14, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Puh-leez, I just like Why Does This Feel Good better! LOL. Sparrowsong 22:18, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

I know. That remind you of anything? Sparrowsong 22:22, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Maybe Luke has a fetish for the Jackson family.

P.P.S. Now all he needs to do is rape Sally and he'll have raped at least one person in every generation! =D

Don't worry, I may have turned Luke into a pedophile, but I won't turn him into a Cake Eater too. Unless you want to write a Salluke for some reason. Sparrowsong 22:28, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

I know. Though, Stella's kind of a Cake Eater as is. Sparrowsong 22:35, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

I linked to it. It's somebody that likes older wo/men. Sparrowsong 22:39, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Hey, I'm not even 13 yet and I fangirl not only Luke, but Hermes. Who is physically 40 or something. Sparrowsong 22:42, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Not as bad at Katermes. Sparrowsong 22:44, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

You're good at coming up with couple names. Sparrowsong 22:48, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Thalia and Clarisse. Sparrowsong 22:52, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Hmm...Zeus and Bianca. Sparrowsong 22:57, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I found some Clarissabeth Les Yay in Sea of Monsters last night. Quote from Page 223:

"Clarisse dropped next to [Annabeth] and felt her chest, which made Annabeth gasp."

If you can't find anything wrong with that sentence, congratulations. You are officially asexual.

I guess Zianca, LOL. How about...Grover and Gabe? Sparrowsong 23:07, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

I told you I had a sick mind. What about Taylor/Nikki incest? Sparrowsong 23:12, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Better than Tikki. That was the one I thought of. Sparrowsong 23:16, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

I know it is. How about Luke/Adrastos? I had a dream about that once. Sparrowsong 23:19, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Nice one. The Lukercy's up. It's long but hot. Sparrowsong 23:23, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Comment on the talk page or I'll eat your head :D. Sparrowsong 23:27, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

Oh yeah, I will, sorry. Sparrowsong 23:35, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

I have a new dare!
Try and name all the times Hermes has walked in on...something *wink wink*. Sparrowsong 23:48, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

LOL, you didn't fail. Sparrowsong 23:52, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

The ones you named. Have you read this? It made me wanna cry. It's so touching and well-written. Sparrowsong 23:58, February 27, 2010 (UTC)

It's amazing. Juliet is a bit of a Mary-Sue, but it's still amazing. Sparrowsong 00:00, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

No, it's not. It's a LukexOC fanfic. Sparrowsong 00:02, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

I'll type it out. Just give me...a while. Sparrowsong 00:04, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Story
Juliet Mourir

17 Years Old

Alive

Senior at San Clemente High School

Looks as pictured

A/N: Yes, I know. Bar Refaeli is like wicked gorgeous, but I promise, she isn't a Mary Sue or anything. I just don't like having ugly characters? XD

jake_abel_01.jpg

Luke Castellan

23/17 Years Old

Dead

Former Camp Half-Blood camper

Looks as pictured, only with a scar on his face ( obviously

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Dear Juliet,

My redemption is hell without you. I need to see your face and hear your voice. I don't think anyone has longed to hold someone as much as I long to hold you. It's killing me, it's been too many years. Elysium looks a lot like the Fields of Punishment without you here to brighten things up. You changed me so much, Juliet, and all for the better.

I'm sorry I'm such a terrible boyfriend. This... it isn't natural. I should be with you right now, we should be having fun and doing something together. I should be holding and kissing you. We should be together, for real.

I promise you that I'll never stop loving you, and I'll always be here for you, waiting until it's your time. We've always stuck to our promises, and I'm not about to break that pattern.

Love,

Luke

When I died, I expected to go straight to the gates of the Underworld.

How wrong I was.

Instead, everything was black and smoky. It was as if I was in an all black room and someone had way too much fun with the fog machine. Voices swirled around the fog, creeping me out. They seemed to be talking about me.

He died a hero, let him go to Elysium.

He betrayed his own kind, he deserves punishment.

They didn’t know where to put me.

The boy was naïve… let him redeem himself, an especially raspy voice hissed. Sister?

Ah, of course, brother, a female agreed, equally raspy, Turn him to the age of seventeen, when he was still innocent of his wrongdoing.

I felt pain, but I couldn’t make a sound. I just felt complete agony as I felt myself returning to the age I was before I turned over to Kronos.

Lovely, the female seemed to hiss, and I felt a hand run through my hair.

My sister, continue. I felt frozen.

What is the date? the female demanded out of me. I found my voice again.

“August 18, 2009,” I spat out. Then it seemed as if my vocal cords were sewn shut.

Let’s take you forward, I sensed her smirk, June 1, 2010, shall we?

We shall, we shall! they all shrilled. The fog flew around me in gusts of wind. I felt dizzy and motion sick; my scar burned.

You have one summer, son of Hermes, the woman rasped, to fall in love and be loved in return. You’re lucky I don’t turn you into a monster! Ha!

That was the last I heard from the voices. Their cackling faded and I found myself outside of a school, seventeen years old. Palm trees were everywhere, mountains were in the distance as well as a beautiful beach. A sign outside of the school read “RIP KYLE MENDICI JAN 12 1993 - MAY 30 2010.” A beautiful young girl with dirty blonde hair and model-like looks sat alone on the stairs, black eye makeup streaming down her face. I looked at the time; 1:30. She must have been skipping.

“Hey,” I called to her, and she looked up at me, then looked back down. I approached her, sitting next to her on the steps as she dug her face into her hands. “Everything okay?” She shook her head, remaining silent, and she scooted away from me. “I won’t hurt you or anything, I promise,” I smiled, and she looked up; she was a wreck, but she still looked beautiful. Her eyes were the most brilliant shade of hazel I’d ever seen. “I’m Luke,” I held out a hand. She shook it.

“Juliet.”

“Pretty name,” I smiled at her.

“Thanks.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know that I can trust you, Luke,” she looked out at the view of the beach, “How do I know that you’re not some guy trying to lure me in to your home and then I’ll be the next subject of newspaper headlines?” she looked over to me, a clever look on her face.

“I promised,” I winked. She laughed.

“You’re unbelievable,” she looked back out to the view. It really was rather beautiful, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

“So, Juliet, what’s bothering you?”

“You’re a persistent little bastard, aren’t ya, Luke?” she smirked, laughing lightly to herself as I broke out in laughter.

“I’ve never been one to give up, Juliet,” I held out a handkerchief that I had found in my pocket to her. She gladly accepted it, and wiped her face.

“Thanks,” she smiled sadly, then looked up at the board. “Kyle Mendici. I was with him when he died; we were on a field trip in L.A. for Film Studies, and he was about to ask me to be his girlfriend when out of nowhere, someone shot him. After they shot him they ran away instantly, it was like the murderer knew what he was doing,” she sighed, going to wipe away another tear, but I beat her to it.

“I’m so sorry,” I wrapped an arm around her, “Won’t hurt you. Promise,” I held up my hands, smiling at her.

“I know,” she laughed, “You promised.”

Luke was… well, he was hot. Like, really hot. The scar that ran down his face just seemed to make him even sexier.

All those girls at school who hated me hated me even more now. After giving Luke a nice tour of San Clemente and surrounding areas, Luke would meet me outside of San Clemente High every Monday thru Friday. The single girls glared at him, desperately wanting to know who my mystery man was, and wondering how I rebounded so quickly after the incident with Kyle.

The truth was, I didn’t rebound at all. Luke and I were just friends, and he kept his arm around me for comfort, or at least I was pretty sure that was why. You see, no one dared to ask about Luke; I didn’t really have any friends. Phineas (Finny) and Beatrice (Bee), the twins, were my only friends. Finny was popular among the ladies, but he didn’t want a relationship, and Bee was a bit of a tomboy and was on the girls’ tennis team. They knew all about Luke, but never really met him.

It took Luke a week to become my best friend.

“But soft,” I heard whispering in my ear, “What light through yonder window breaks?” I looked over my right shoulder and saw Luke, who smiled and rested his head on my shoulder, “It is the east, and you are the sun.”

“Aww, you’re a poet,” I smiled, giggling, “That’s adorable.”

“Oh, come on, Juliet, have a heart for a sentimental man,” he took my hand in his own and clasped it over his chest, getting a laugh out of me, being rather dramatic. We got funny looks, but I didn’t care. “Do I have to try this again?”

“O Luke, Luke, wherefore art thou Luke?” I went along with it, laughing. He beamed.

“Yes, my dear Juliet!” he wrapped an arm around me, “You’re learning something in school. They’re teaching you Shakespeare. That’s good, because those are the only lines I know and ‘To be or not to be.’”

It didn’t take much for me to laugh. He always had a mischievous smile on his face, and I never knew what he was up to next.

The thing with Luke was that he made me better. After watching Kyle die, I was traumatized, but when I was with Luke, everything was okay. It was as if Kyle never existed and I had never witnessed the shooting. It was always just the two of us; no weird stares, no gossip, no one trying to make me feel uncomfortable. It was almost like nothing else was in world.

It was just me and him, and him and me. Luke saved my sanity, and Kyle was out of my brain completely. Now, it was all Luke. My brain swirled with thoughts of him and his beautiful face, mysterious scar, and every minute I wasn’t with him, I wished I was. School days dragged on for what felt like forever.

In just a week, I had developed feelings for Luke Castellan. Something wanted me to be with him, and I had a strange feeling that for once, things would work out for me.

The first week was sort of like the introductory phase. We spent everyday at the beach, usually relaxing on the pier in our bathing suits, his swim trunks and my bikini. A lot of the girls who came with their boyfriends were distracted by Luke; his sandy blonde hair and light blue eyes matched the beach scenario beautifully and seems to shine in the sun, but his body was to die for. Long, muscular legs (something a lot of guys didn’t seem to have these days) that accentuated the rest of his body, toned, strong arms, and not to mention a magnificently sculpted torso, muscles rippling down his back like a waterfall and a nice, strong abdominal region. Part of me wondered if his hard work for his chiseled body had anything to do with the scar that occupied his face.

If the pier got too hot, we’d sit on the sand right by the water, watching it curl up by our feet and capturing our ankles.

On top of being athletically built and extremely good-looking, he was very bright and intelligent, and not to mention sentimental. Little things reminded him of people; he thought of Percy when an especially large wave crashed, and if there was a pine tree to be seen in Southern California, then Thalia would cross his mind. Any historical, beautifully built building from way-back-when reminded him of Annabeth, wood-critters would drift his thoughts to Grover, and anything with the word “Yankee(s)” on it made him think of New York, his home. He said that the memories pained him too much; don’t even mention Chuck Taylors. They reminded him of his father, who he claimed to barely know.

“I always thought he was abandoning me,” Luke explained, “But I realized he was actually protecting me that way.”

“I know exactly where you’re coming from,” I could honestly say. Luke looked at me with a confused and slightly concerned look on his face. “My parents live in Hollywood, not San Clemente,” I explained, “I’ve been living with my older sister Tanya since she turned twenty, but she’s usually away at college so I get the house to myself. DCYF got me out of the mess that my parents had created, thank God,” I sighed.

“What’s the deal with your parents?” Luke asked, “If you don’t want to talk about it I-”

“Nah, it’s cool,” I smiled, “My dad’s a raging alcoholic, and my mum has a severe heroin addiction. They dress up as Elvis and Marilyn Monroe during the day outside of the Chinese Theatre, and at night my mother works street corners so they can pay for the drugs. I don’t really care though, we were never close.”

“I’m so sorry, Juliet,” Luke moved his arm around my waist, rubbing my back.

“Can we talk about happy things?” I asked, getting a laugh out of the two of us.

“You should be a model,” he blurted out, suddenly serious. I could only blush as he tucked some of my hair behind my ear. “I mean, look at you. You’re beautiful,” he smiled, playing around with my hair a bit.

“Thanks, Luke,” I couldn’t help beaming like a little girl, “No one… no one has actually said something like that to me before,” I locked eyes with him, “It means a lot to me, thank you. I’ve always kind of been on my own, really.”

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore,” his eyes, his beautiful, soft blue eyes, held all his emotions. He went to say something, but he left a kiss on my forehead instead.

On the outside, I just smiled, happily cozying up to him as we watched the sunset that Friday night, his jacket nearly falling off of me.

On the inside, I squealed.

They couldn’t find Tanya.

All her friends could remember was seeing her in class that Friday. She never made it to the party that night.

Authorities searched all around campus and surrounding areas of the college for her body, and she was nowhere to be found.

They did, however, find one of her textbooks with a significant amount of blood on some of the pages. When they found more blood near the area, making a trail towards a gas station bathroom, closed down because it was covered with blood.

For now, I lived on my own, but Luke stayed with me.

I was a wreck after Tanya died. When they found her body, she was naked, disemboweled, and had her limbs cut off. She resided at the bottom of a ditch in the sand. On top of it all, she had been pregnant.

If I lost Luke, I don’t know what I’d do. He was always there for me, and never left my side. I would have been in a complete depression if it wasn’t for Luke.

He couldn’t stop the nightmares, though. Every night I dreamed of my sister’s death; every small detail in color.

Tanya was walking back to campus from a nearby gas s tation, having just discovered that she is, indeed, pregnant. Then, a man who almost didn’t look human that had been watching her knocked one of her books out of her hand and hit her in the head with it numerous times because she had screamed.

“I just want to touch you, you little whore!” he’d yell, and one her head was bleeding like crazy-

Every night I watched my sister get raped. Luke would wake me up at this part, worried sick about me.

The nightmare would just continue when I fell back asleep, though. He left her book right there, outside campus and covered in blood, and dragged her, bleeding, back to the gas station. He picked the lock on the bathroom, and continued to use her body for his desires there. He found a crowbar, beating her with it until she was purple and swollen. Tanya was pleading him to s top, but the more she begged, the more he beat her. Blood was slowly starting to fill the bathroom, and then he took out a knife.

Every night, I watched my sister get murdered.

Luke would usually wake me up again, and I’d just cry into his chest until I passed out from exhaustion, but his soothing words didn’t stop the nightmares.

He never asked me what the nightmares causing such horrific screams and tears were about until the fourth night.

“Juliet, you’re scaring me,” he ran a hand through his short hair, his other arm around my shoulders as we sat under the pier. “I’m concerned about these nightmares.”

“They’re all the same,” I told him, “Every night, I watch Tanya…”

“Oh,” he understood, “Are you-”

“Terrified? In horror? Traumatized? Absolutely.” I curled myself into Luke. He held me close to him, and I could feel every muscle. His skin alone was comforting, but being in his arms always made me feel better.

“Juliet, I promise you that as long as I’m here, no one will ever hurt you,” he whispered into my ear, kissing the lobe and giving me butterflies.

We fell asleep together under the pier that night, cuddling, his arms around me and myself snuggled up to him contently.

I didn’t dream of Tanya after that night. I dreamed of Luke.

~*~

When Luke and I woke up, it was at the same time. It was kind of weird, my eyes fluttering open only to realize he was doing the same.

“Luke?”

“Hmm?” he smiled at me.

“Where did you come from?” I asked him. “I mean, things in my life are going real shitty, and all of a sudden it’s like an angel comes and finds me.”

“I came from New York, Jules,” he winked, using his little nickname for me. “It’s a… weird situation. Extremely complicated,” he was careful with his word choice. My hand stroked his face, gently tracing his scar.

“How did you get your scar?” I blurted out, and then realized what I said. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“It’s okay,” he shrugged, “It’s only you. I was in San Francisco when I got it. Wild animal attack.”

“It looks brutal,” I kissed the cheek with his scar impulsively, not really realizing I did it. “Like it did a lot of damage.”

“More so mentally than physically,” he released a laugh, “When I came back to New York everyone felt sorry for me, which really sucked because I had failed what I was out to do. I hated it.”

“I would have considered you a hero,” I rested my chin on his shoulder, the two of us locking eyes. His seemed to twinkle.

“You think so, Jules?” he questioned.

“I know so, Luke,” I smiled up at him.

He went to speak, but just closed his mouth and pressed his soft, gentle lips against mine.

Everything about that kiss was perfect. His lips were smooth, and they seemed to be made to connect with my own. After we kissed for a brief moment, Luke pulled away, his cheeks pink.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, but I just smiled at his nervousness, muttering something that I couldn’t comprehend since it sounded like another language.

“Don’t be,” I smiled at him, and he smiled back, pressing his lips against mine again. Our lips moved together in perfect synchronization, our noses lightly grazing against each other. Luke’s hands gently rested on my face, his fingers playing around with my hair.

“How could someone so beautiful like you,” he whispered against my lips in between breaths, “want to be caught kissing someone like you?”

I pulled away from him, stroking his face, “Luke, don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not-”

“Yes, you are,” I protested, “Luke, just… just shut up,” I laughed, kissing him again.

“Juliet,” Luke moaned against my lips, painfully pulling himself away, “I think it’s time you learned the truth about me,” his blue eyes locked with my hazel ones, and he stood up, extending a hand to me, “Walk with me?”

I took his hand, and he helped me up, the two of us walking hand in hand along the beach that Saturday morning.

“The easiest way I can tell you is like a story, I guess,” she shrugged after giving it some thought, “May I tell you?”

“Of course,” I nodded, and Luke crept his hand up to my shoulder, his arm wrapped around it. I moved my arm around his waist.

“There was a boy named Luke Castellan,” he started, “who was nine years old with a mentally unstable mother in Westport, Connecticut. He ran away and met two girls named Thalia and Annabeth, also two runaways, and then they met Grover, who was a satyr.”

“Satyr? Like, half-man, half-goat?” I questioned. I was not expecting this.

“Yes,” he nodded, “Anyways, Thalia, Annabeth, Grover and myself ran to a place called Camp Half-Blood, a place that was safe for people like us,” he paused, his voice a little shaky.

“Half-Blood? Like Harry Potter or something?”

“Half-blood, like one of our parents is a mortal human, and the other is one of the Greek gods or goddesses you know today. My father is Hermes, the god of thieves and messengers.”

“That explains your cute little mischievous smile,” I smirked with the realization. Luke then looked at me, the smile I just mentioned on his face.

“You think its cute when I smile?” he laughed a bit. I giggled, blushing like crazy.

“I think you’re cute in general,” I winked.

“You won’t think that when I’m through with the story,” he sighed.

“Try me.”

~ Luke’s POV ~

She grinned, a clever smile on her face similar to one she wore when we first met.

Well, she wanted to hear it, so I told her. I told her everything, all about how I really got my scar (the story made her cringe, and I felt bad so I kissed her cheek after, which painted a blush on her cheeks) and my allegiance with Kronos.

“Then… things went for the worst.”

“What happened?” she looked up at me, “I mean, you certainly look seventeen…”

“I am seventeen, currently,” I confirmed, “I was twenty-three when I died, though.”

The look on her face was that of pure confusion.

~ Juliet’s POV ~

“Wha-wha… what?” I finally spat out, eyes wide and I had to try to keep my mouth closed from shock. “What do you..? What?”

“I died a hero, Juliet,” he smiled up, looking briefly at the sun, “But for a good five years or so, I was a total monster. I just let myself be manipulated.”

“If you’re dead, then how is any of this possible?” I was so confused; I didn’t understand at all how this was working, “Have I just been dreaming?”

“They didn’t know where I belonged,” he continued, “down in the Underworld. So, they gave me a second chance. If I could fix my ways, and prove that I could honestly love someone and not be afraid to show it, and have the feeling be mutual… I’d go to Elysium.”

I didn’t know what to say; I was truly baffled. “Wow.” Was he using me? Did he just need some girl to be his redemption charm?

“Jules, I know you’re probably thinking that I’m horrible and I’m using you or something, but I promise you that I’m not. I swear on the River Styx that I love you,” his hand caressed my face. “You’re… you’re the first girl I’ve ever kissed, and I know we haven’t even know each other for a month. But I know this is real.”

“Luke, please, slow down, so many things are swirling around my brain right now,” I placed my hands over his, interlacing our fingers. “I definitely have strong feelings for you. Just… how much time do we have?”

“All summer,” he answered, wrapping his arms around my waist and tenderly holding me, “Then it’s time for me to be judged.”

I accepted the embrace, holding him as he held me. “We’ll be okay,” I nodded, not wanting to imagine Luke leaving. It was like the last of my nightmares was coming true. “We can make it.”

“Juliet, just promise me one thing,” he had been using my full first name a lot, and I knew he was serious, “Live the life you want to live, and live it to the fullest. I… I failed to do that for myself, and I don’t want to see you throw your life away. You have a lot ahead of you.”

“I swear on the River Styx,” I promised; such a promise could only be extremely serious. Luke smiled, kissing me again, and I knew this time that I really did love Luke.

“Luke,” it was my turn to be the one moaning.

“Hmm?” he didn’t break the kiss.

“I love you too.”

He smiled his mischievous little smile into the kiss, and I knew that we’d work things out.

At graduation, I didn't have anyone there for me except for Luke. Who else could have been there? I had a dead sister and drug addicted parents that probably forgot I even existed.

I stood with Bee and Finny for most of the time, since I had no idea where Luke was most of the time. I just knew he'd be there.

I searched for him in the crowd, my cap off of my head, gown partially unzipped. "Luke? Luke?"

"Jules?" I heard his voice not too far away.

"Luke!"

"Jules!"

We followed the sound of each other's voices, and soon found each other. Luke pulled me into a hug, spinning me around in a circle, and I couldn't stop laughing as he left kisses all along my cheek and neck. He put me down, holding me closer to him and left me a kiss on my lips.

"Congratulations, Jules," he smiled, leaving me another kiss.

“Thanks, Luke,” I smiled, kissing him again, the two of us letting the kiss last. Kissing Luke was always a great feeling; it must be the whole demigod thing that he had going.

We heard some rather loud throat clearing, and pulled away to see the last two people I had ever expected to see. With heavy, baggy and bloodshot eyes, dirty clothes that would be nice if they were fixed up a bit, and filthy hair, standing there with their arms crossed, were my parents. They looked twenty years older than they had when I had last seen them a few years ago.

“Who’s this?” my father spoke, his voice crackly.

“Mom? Dad?” I was astonished, “What are you doing-”

“It’s your graduation,” my mother sounded bored, “We figured we’d show up. Now who’s this?”

“Oh, um,” this was awkward, “guys, this is Luke. Luke, these are my parents.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Mourir,” he smiled, working that Hermes charm of his and held out his hand. My father shook it, my mother looking at him like he was a dead bug.

“What happened to your face?” she asked as she shook his hand reluctantly.

“Wild animal attack in San Francisco,” he told them what he had originally told me, even though I knew now that it was because he was scratched by a dragon trying to get a golden apple from a tree.

“How unfortunate,” my mother sighed, taking a drag of her cigarette boredly.

“Susan, be nice,” my father nudged her, stealing her cigarette to snag a drag. “Not the boy’s fault.” He handed her back her cigarette, and she took one last drag before throwing it to the ground and stomping it with her heel only to light another one. “Where’s your sister, Juliet? We‘ve been looking for her everywhere.”

“She’s dead,” I croaked, and Luke rubbed my back. “Raped and murdered. They’re still looking for him. They found her body not too long ago,” I swallowed the lump in my throat. My mother took a long drag, taking her time on the exhale.

“How unfortunate,” she repeated, taking another drag, “What a shame. Doesn’t surprise me, really,” she shrugged, and my father shook his head.

“You’re kidding me,” I was shocked, “How could you say something like that? Especially about your own daughter?” I held back the tears. I wouldn’t let them get what they want. “You’re pathetic. Not to mention disgusting.”

“Now, Julie-”

“Let’s go, Luke,” I cut off my father, grabbing Luke’s hand and walking away from them, dying to get out of graduation, out of this hellhole of a school. I had been waiting for this day since freshman year.

“Hey Juliet, we’re having a party-” one of the girls who was on Bee’s soccer team called out to me, but I just ignored her. “Okay then, forget that.”

“Jules, where are we going?” I heard Luke ask.

“Anywhere,” I croaked, “Somewhere that’s far away from here.”

We ran through and eventually to our beach. I crashed on our pier, and Luke held me.

“Juliet, I’m sorry about them,” he sighed, kissing my cheek.

“How can someone feel that way?” I sighed, a tear escaping, “It’s not just how they reacted. Its everything. It all builds up over time,” more tears fell.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he cooed, stroking my hair and leaving me more kisses, “It’s over. It’s okay. The worst is over.” I closed my eyes and nodded, the tears squeezing out of my eyes, barely escaping. I felt Luke wipe them away. “It’s over. I’m here, and it’s over.”

I didn’t dream of Luke that night. I didn’t dream of my sister, either.

I dreamed of Bee.

The same man who appeared to be inhuman left her the same fate he left my sister. Only this time, situations were a little different.

Bee had been pushed into a shack he had built in the middle of a private beach that no one knew about that Bee had discovered that night after the party. She was a little tipsy, unlike her usual self, and was easily lured down to the beach in her stupor and led into the shack. Thankfully I didn’t see what had happened to her like I did with Tanya, so I didn’t scream until the end when he took her body, which was in a bag where her blood had seeped through, and dumped it in the ocean.

“Jules! Juliet!”

Luke woke me up.

“Honey, what’s wrong? Is it Tanya?” he asked; the look on his face killed me, he was so worried about me.

“Bee,” I panted. I realized that I was covered in sweat. “It’s Bee. She’s… he…”

“No,” Luke shook her head, “You’re joking?”

“I wish,” I sighed, and Luke just took me into his arms, letting me weep silently. “Luke, what if I’m next?”

“You won’t be,” Luke tried to reassure me, “I won’t let that happen.”

The tone in his voice when he said that made me believe him.

When I turned eighteen, I legally bought the beach house that was once my sisters. Besides, it wasn’t too much of a trek from UC Irvine, where I’d be going to college. Luke lived with me, and we even slept in the same bed at this point.

It was young love, and a bit of a summer romance. But it was true love. Anyone would have been able to tell you that.

Luke helped me forget the nightmares I had of Tanya and Bee’s deaths. But Finny went paranoid over it, trying to catch the man. The killer I saw in my dreams was untraceable.

A month to the day after Bee went missing (ironically enough, the morning after my nightmare), Finny came knocking on our door. Luke was on top of me, in nothing but a pair of boxers, since that was usually what he wore to bed in the hot California summers. He pulled away from our kiss, smiling.

“We should se who it is,” I smiled up at him, and he rolled off of me, allowing me to get up. I threw on a bathing suit and a summer dress really quickly and went to the door, Luke not far behind me after he threw on a pair of swim trunks and a tee shirt.

“Juliet! I think I found something!”

Finny looked like shit. His eyes had heavy bags under them, he looked like he hadn’t shaved since graduation, and his hair clearly hasn’t been cut since, either. I barely even recognized him.

“Come on in, Finny,” I opened the door, and he came in with a book and some pictures. “You look like you haven’t slept in weeks.”

“That’s because I haven’t, my friend,” he sat down at the table, flipping through the book and finding a page with diagrams on it and then put the pictures down. “They match up. The diagram of the shack and the shack in this picture, which has blood on the walls, mind you, are identical.”

“What does that have to do with him though, Phin?” I sighed, exasperated. “You’re letting this control your life and we still don’t know where this freak is.”

“You’re the one who dreamed about him, twice!” he sighed, “Don’t you know? You have some knowledge we don’t, Juliet,” Finny sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Don’t remind me, Phineas,” I spat, “Listen, unless you miraculously find this guy and have a way to prove that it is him besides my dreams, then there’s nothing you can do.”

“It’s not fair, Juliet!” Finny collapsed his head in his hands, “They found Tanya, at least. Why can’t they find Bee?” I remained silent, and Luke just stood next to me, holding my hand. I never told Finny that Bee’s body was thrown in the Pacific Ocean; I didn’t have the heart. It then occurred to Finny due to the sudden silence that I knew more about his sister’s death than he did this entire time. “You know why, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question, it was a realization.

“Finny, they’re not going to find Beatrice,” I broke it to him, “She’s somewhere at the bottom of the ocean. I‘m sorry, but I think it‘s for the better. I’d rather them have never found Tanya. Bee faced the same fate, Phin. ”

Phineas was destroyed by this fact. “I’m going to kill that man,” he breathed, “I will.”

“Finny, you won’t be killing anyone,” I snapped at him, “They’re not going to find him, I can tell.”

“How do you know, Juliet?” he stood, now on a higher level with me only because he was taller, but Luke still overrode him in that sense. “It’s entirely possible, and if I ever cross paths with that son of a bitch-”

“I just know, Phineas,” I took a deep breath, and he shut up. He looked shocked, and he dropped the subject.

“It was nice seeing you two,” he nodded, and then he left. I turned to Luke and sighed, exhausted from the fight with Finny.

“There isn’t anything we can do, is there, Luke?” I hopefully looked up to him. Luke frowned.

“Murder ruins people,” Luke sadly stated, “It ruins their mental state. It ruins their families. It just ruins everything.”

“I wish it didn’t,” I rested my head into his chest, and Luke just held me close to him. “I wish it didn’t happen.”

“So do I, Jules,” he kissed the top of my head. “I… I regret ever killing anyone. I regret a lot from my life before this.”

I looked at him, and he looked destroyed. “Luke… you’ve…”

“I’m responsible for a lot of deaths,” he sighed, “I’m a monster, I know.”

“Not anymore,” I shook my head, “Luke, you weren’t yourself then, you were someone else,” I stroked his cheek, the side with his scar, “You’re not a monster, not anymore.”

He smiled down at me sadly, and left a deep kiss on my lips, and I could feel his emotions surging through me. As he pulled away, his lips gently sucked on my bottom one, and then we pulled ourselves back into each other, the kiss becoming heavy and passionate.

“How could you love someone like me?” he pulled away briefly.

“How could I not?” I asked, kissing him again, full force. Luke’s tongue danced with mine, our lips melting against each other perfectly. My hands were all over his chest and his ran up and down my sides slowly, the two of us savoring the moment and caressing each other. It was one of the few sexual moments we had, but the ones we did experience were mind blowing.

We walked out to the beach, the only ones there, still kissing.

Then, Luke knocked us over into the water, causing us to laugh. A huge splashing fight ensued.

“You sneaky little shit,” I teased him, throwing a good wave at him as he laughed, returning the favor. People who started walking the beach gave us weird looks, as did girls from the I Hate Men Club (as I liked to call them), staring with jealousy at how happy of a couple we were.

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I was with Percy in San Francisco visiting my family when we saw them.

My dad’s wife wanted to go take a ride down the coast of the state for some good family bonding, and not to mention monsters could stay away from us for a bit since we were on the move. We took a brief stop in San Clemente, since my dad and step-mom wanted to grab lunch and eat on the pier that was there, looking out at a beautiful view. We grabbed some In-n-Out Burger and went out to the pier, sitting on the edge of it and enjoying the view, the kids begging to play in the ocean, which was promised to them by my step-mom.

There were a good amount of people scattered throughout the beach, but not enough to bother anyone. One couple stood out in particular as Percy and I ate our burgers and fries with my family. The girl was insanely beautiful, with sandy blonde hair that was wet from the ocean and, from what I could tell, stunning hazel eyes, not to mention the figure any girl would die for and a perfect tan. She had a laugh like chimes, something beautiful that rang in your ears a bit and was slightly contagious, her focus on the boy she was with; he was the real reason they caught my eye. He was laughing with her, unable to take his eyes off of her beauty. He had a bright smile, and short hair that was also a sandy blonde, but lighter than the girls. His body was extremely toned with a nice athletic build, just as tanned as the girl, and his face held two things I would never be able to forget.

Those blue eyes, and that long scar on his face.

The boy looked just like Luke, only happy at last, his soul at peace. Even the way the boy moved was just like Luke. For the boy, they were about knee deep in the water, while it was up to the girl’s thighs. The boy who looked a lot like Luke was having a splash fight with the girl, the two of them laughing merrily. Hell, his laugh even sounded like Luke’s. When I got to see his face full on from the front, I knew it had to be him.

I dropped the French fry I was holding in shock, but Percy caught it before it could fall to the pier. I’m sure the color must have drained from my face completely. “You okay, Annabeth?” he asked, waving the fry in front of me. I bit it from his fingers, and pointed out to the girl and the boy.

“See that couple over there, having a splash fight?” I pointed them out, and Percy nodded, “Look at the boy. Don’t tell me that’s not Luke.”

“Annabeth, Luke’s been dead for almost a year now,” Percy sighed, “It can’t be-”

The boy gave the girl an especially good splash, getting all of her soaking wet. “Luke!” she laughed loudly enough for us to hear, Luke in hysterics. “Oh, you are so gonna get it-”

“It has to be,” I said, “His name is even Luke, and look at him, Percy! The eyes! The scar!”

I had his attention at the scar. Percy studied the boy closely, only for his eyes to widen. This time, it was me catching his fry before it fell. We watched the couple, examining the boy. I was surprised to see this sight; I knew for a fact that it was Luke. There was no way it couldn’t be. The fact that he had a beautiful girl that he was currently wrapping his arms around and kissing made it even more shocking.

“Should we talk to him?” I asked Percy, who immediately started shaking his head. He finished chewing the last of his burger and held my hand.

“They probably don’t have a lot of time together,” he said, “If it is Luke, he’s probably only going to be here for a short time. Let them spend what time they do have together alone.”

Instead, I watched Luke and his girlfriend, who I had heard him call “Jules,” which I assumed was a nickname, and, eventually, Juliet. Her name definitely fit her. She and Luke never noticed us, and our suspicions were confirmed when she called him “Mr. Castellan” and he called her “Ms. Mourir,” the two of them leaving the ocean and then going to their things; she tossed him a towel and wrapped herself in one, the two of them patting themselves dry and she wrung her hair, removing most of the sand. After that they enjoyed a lunch they left into a little beach house not far from us at all, and came back out a few minutes later with a lunch they prepared, sharing it together on the beach.

I wanted to talk to Luke. I had admired him once, that I can’t deny that. Though he may have turned to the dark side before, he had always seemed to remain strong, and definitely died a hero’s death. Did he die, though? I mean, he was right in front of me, yet he didn’t acknowledge me at all. His eyes never wandered in my direction towards who was sitting on the pier, or who left it to play with their kids in the water, because he was so focused on the girl named Juliet. I wondered if she knew about him, and what he had done; something about the way they held each other and kissed each other made me think that she did, but put it behind everything since it was a thing of the past. Luke looked younger, rejuvenated, as if it was before Kronos started getting to him.

He looked like he had everything he could ever ask for, and everything he could ever ask for was right there with him, protected in his arms, embracing him as he embraced her. When they kissed it seemed perfectly natural; it seemed right for it to be the two of them together.

If only she knew how many girls would kill to be in her position right now. I was so glad that I had Percy that I completely forgot about my crush on Luke when I was younger, and the couple eventually left, taking a walk down the beach and then heading back into the beach house they went in earlier.

Luke and Juliet irked my mind all day, and something told me that things weren’t going to go as smoothly for them as it seemed. I could only mentally wish them the best of luck and move on as the couple kissed, in their little perfect world of summer.

Our time together was limited.

August 1, 2010. We only had a month left until Luke had to leave, and we savored every second we had, which was spent together. I don’t think I didn’t spend a single moment that summer without Luke by my side. Waking up to him every morning was precious to me, not to mention a gift. I tried thinking of where the hell I would be if Luke wasn’t here, and the only answers that I could come up with were horrible.

Thankfully, nobody else died. I think the killer figured that if he went after too many people, he’d get caught. I didn’t have any more scary dreams and I didn’t speak to Phineas since the last incident. My parents also decided to stay out of my life now, which I was extremely grateful for.

We never really talked about Luke’s judgment day, but when we did it was really emotional for the both of us; neither of us could really stand the idea of him having to leave me.

“I wanted to try for three lives,” Luke admitted to me, “Get to the Isles of Blest. It’s the perfect place that you go to if you manage to live three times and make it to Elysium,” he smiled, “But if reincarnating means that I have to be away from you then I think I’ll just stick with Elysium. I doubt the Isles of Blest would be that great if I didn’t have you with me,” he shrugged, “Hopefully I’ll manage in Elysium okay. I want you to have a long and happy life,” he kissed me on the cheek, “That’s something I want you to have that I never did. Have a family and fall in love again-”

“Luke, I’ll never fall in love again,” I sadly laughed a bit, holding back some tears, “that’d be impossible. You’re it. You’ve always been and always will be it.”

“Jules-”

“Luke, my heart will always be yours,” I kissed him, “I promise you that.”

“You’ve had mine for quite a while now,” he admitted, “When I go, I’m leaving it with you. Okay?”

I nodded, the two of us continuing to kiss.

~*~

August 31, 2010. Luke’s last day.

We spent the day doing something fun and ended it on the beach.

11:59 PM is when the Furies came. They flew down, perching themselves on the pier.

One of them spoke up. “Are you ready, Luke Castellan?”

“I still have one minute,” he didn’t look to them. He averted his speech to me. “Jules, don’t say goodbye,” he wiped a tear away from my face, “I’ll see you again. You’ll see me again, it’s not goodbye.” He pressed his lips against mine, the last kiss we’d have for a long time. As our kiss deepened, a new day began.

“It is time,” another one of the Furies said. Luke pulled away, and left me one final kiss.

“I love you, Juliet Mourir” he said, and then the Furies lifted his body.

“I love you, too, Luke Castellan,” I tried not to cry, and as they Furies flew away, his body went limp in their arms, presumably to how he looked as he died.

The Furies flew with the dead Luke towards Los Angeles, where he had told me the Underworld was located under. I watched them fly away, the tears refusing to stay in my eyes and rolling down my face. I curled my knees up to my chest, Luke’s jacket still around my shoulders. I hugged it closer to me, and it still smelt like Luke. It was my last reminder of him besides the memories from this summer.

The Furies flew out of my sight, but a new voice came into the picture.

“What’s a pretty girl like yourself doing out on the beach by herself at this time?”

I turned my head around, only to stand and get ready to leave.

It was him. It was the man that… he had killed Tanya and Beatrice. Now, it was me.

“Are you crying?” he asked, and I started slowly backing away.

“No,” I lied, and thankfully it was dark enough for him to not tell.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he continued nearing me.

“Yes,” I answered quickly, “Fiancé, actually,” lying.

“Where’s the ring?” he caught me. I followed him up without missing a beat.

“Getting fitted,” I was quick, “it was a little too small. I have a weird ring size.” Yeah, that was a lie, but whatever.

“So where’s your fiancé?”

Dead, I thought. “He’s in the house, just grabbing me a blanket.” I continued backing away, but the man kept following me subtly.

“Can I see your face?” he suddenly asked, a look in his eye that I could tell certainly wasn’t human. He definitely picked the right time to come, right after Luke had to leave.

“I really should go,” I backed away a bit more, but the man grabbed my wrist.

“No, you shouldn’t.”

I kneed him in the groin, elbowed him across the face and ran as fast as I could. Before he could look back up, I ran into the house, swiftly and quietly closed the door, and ran to close every blind I had. I peeked out from one of them to check on the situation; he was walking away, thank goodness.

I sat down on our bed, running my hand over the side Luke usually slept on, my head falling on his pillow.

I fell asleep on Luke’s side of the bed that night, his jacket wrapped around me as I rocked and silently cried myself to sleep, but I could swear I felt his lips on my temple and his arms around my body.

Dear Juliet,

I can’t believe it’s already been a little over a year since we’ve been apart, and that you’re a sophomore in college. I’m so proud of you, Jules. Watching you grow brings joy to me. I feel bad that I can’t get your letters in return; I watch you write them, I read them as you write them, but it pains me to know that Charon won’t allow such to get past the doors of DOA Recording Studios in Los Angeles.

I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. It comforts me to know that you’re not moping around or anything like I have been. College is keeping you busy, which is good.

Nothing too excited has happened in Elysium; I’ve made a few friends, but nothing seems to interest me anymore. Thoughts of you flood my mind. It’s like Mnemosyne is teasing me with a pool of memories from that one summer that I long to relive. The fall was cold for me, the winter extremely bitter. Spring was a little warm, but summer was bland without you there to light it up.

You still haven’t changed. You’re still the loving, happy, fun-loving Juliet I know. You’re even more beautiful than you were a year ago; it still leaves my jaw hanging.

That guy in your classical mythology class, Daniel or something like that? He still wishes you said yes to him last week. When you told him ‘no, I have a boyfriend,’ I couldn’t help but smile and laugh. By the way, your professor thinks you’re hot, too, along with everyone else in your classes, and your room-mate Mackenzie is super jealous behind your back. Just a warning.

I should go; you don’t have all the time in the world to be reading all these letters I’ve been sending you every week.

I love you so much, Juliet Mourir, and I’ll always be here, waiting for you. I promise.

Love,

Luke

I wiped the tears from my face and kissed the letter. I held it to my heart, letting another tear fall.

Over a year, I've held in my feelings about this. I never dared tell a soul, people would think I'm crazy.

"I love you, too, Luke Castellan," I looked down at the letter, and then put it in my box, filled with letters that he had written me since that first week, the picture of us at the top bringing a sad smile to my face.

Dear Juliet,

The course of true love never did run smooth, did it? How I wish it did; I long to see you more than anything in the world.

Two years ago to this day I met you. You were a seventeen year old girl who was far too beautiful for words; now, you’re a nineteen, almost twenty year old woman, who’s beauty still leaves me breathless two years later, going on to be a junior in college. I don’t think it’s possible to look more fondly on someone or to dote on someone as much as I dote on you.

I know you think it’s a scam, but agree for the modeling contract by that Jacobs guy. He’s for real. You’ll go places. I can see you on magazine covers and in centerfolds and on a runway and on every teenage boy’s bedroom wall where their mother won’t ever see and neither will their father, whom they stole it from.

Being without you really sucks. I’m going to go crazy eventually, just watch. That’d be a trip, alright. It’s like knowing you’re a demigod, but you’re unclaimed, or a dog without an owner, or a husband without a wife; part of me feels missing. I hope you’re not handling this as poorly as I am; from what it seems, you’re keeping your promise, which I’m extremely grateful for.

There is good news in all of this, though: I just spoke with Persephone. She can’t guarantee anything, since it’s really all up to Hades in the end, but she knows what it’s like to miss someone you love; she had experience that with her mother before she was allowed to visit during spring and summer. There’s a slight possibility that I may be able to visit, but, as I said, she can’t guarantee anything. It really depends on Hades’ mood, she had said. Let’s hope that when he decides, he’s in an extremely good mood.

When things get rough, just remember that I love you.

Love,

Luke

I sat on the beach, alone with the newest letter, the two year mark eating at me. I was going crazy, I couldn't stand being away from him; I prayed to Hades and Persephone and Hermes, his father, that he would be allowed to visit, even if it was for five minutes.

I needed to see his face. I needed to kiss him. I needed to be with him. I needed to hear his voice, and to feel his soft skin against mine.

It wasn’t just a matter of want. It was becoming a matter of need and longing.

The next day, I stayed on the beach until midnight. I took out my phone and sent Jacobs an email back, telling him I’d take the offer. I knew Luke would want me to, and I honestly didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life.

The crashing waves and sound of the ocean reminded me of every second with Luke. My sleep habits had taken a bit of a downfall, and I was used to getting four hours of sleep a night.

I would have freaked out when I felt arms around me and saw the arms around me, but I knew those arms better than I knew myself. I knew that warmth, I knew that breath on my ear, and I especially knew that head that rested on my shoulder, it’s face beautiful and unforgettable, the lips on my neck all too familiar.

“Jules,” the voice I had longed to hear so dearly moaned a little, “It’s me.”

I turned around in Luke’s arms, the two of us embracing one another as we left kisses along each others’ neck and cheek. “How long do you have?” I asked Luke.

“All day,” he answered, moving his lips to my own.

“Then let’s make the best of it,” I winked, and kissed him full force, the two of us falling to the ground as Luke rolled me over and pinned himself on top of me.

The rest was history.

~*~

That day was precious to me, and for more reasons than just me losing my virginity. Luke was here to stay, but only until midnight. I didn’t care that the time was so short, I was just glad to have him with me for now.

But the day flew by faster than I wish it had. Before I knew it, we were saying our goodbyes again, Luke leaving me one final kiss.

It was the most passionate kiss I’d ever experienced. Luke’s lips felt natural against mine at this point. The urgency to the kiss added to the depth of our emotions. It was like you could feel everything in that kiss, including everything Luke’s been through; it was so romantic, yet so heartbreaking at the same time.

“Juliet,” he muttered against my lips, “You know you don’t have to stay in this relationship with me if you don’t want to.”

“Luke, I’m yours,” I reassured him, “Get it out of your head that I’m going to walk out on you, because I’m not,” I smiled sadly at him. He did the same and kissed me again.

“You are the love of my life, Juliet Mourir,” he whispered to me, his lips still on mine as he pulled away, pressing them back against my own. “And my death.”

Luke’s lips caressed mine one last time, and then, he vanished. I was alone again, but I could still feel his kiss. I could still feel his soft, warm lips against mine, his tongue dancing with mine, his bare chest against my own.

It felt as if he was still there, but he wasn’t. Luke was gone again, and I could only hope I would be able to see him soon, hoping that Persephone and Hades could work out another arrangement, because today was the only thing keeping me sane.

The summer passed by quickly, and school started up again. I had done a few photo shoots, but had only been in small parts of ads, my name not really anything yet, which I had expected. In classical history, which I had stuck with because it reminded me so much of Luke, on the first day they asked us who our favorite Greek god was and why. All the girls answered Aphrodite since she’s the goddess of love, when I knew in reality that she was vain and kind of bitchy, thanks to Luke’s stories. When I answered Hermes, everyone was thrown off, and I could swear that I heard Luke chuckling.

“Why Hermes?” the professor asked.

What would I say? My boyfriend, who just so happens to be dead, is his son? I stuck with, “It’s a long story.”

That sufficed. The professor decided to talk about Hermes in his lesson, and I could hear Luke in my head; ‘How wrong that guy is. What an amateur. You should switch out, Jules.’

Turns out, Luke was right. The professor was wrong, and I switched out into the other, smaller classical history class.

I never heard Luke after that, but every night before I went to bed I still felt his arms wrap around me tenderly as they did that one summer and that one night a few months ago.

Dear Juliet,

My redemption is hell without you. I need to see your face and hear your voice. I don’t think anyone has longed to hold someone as much as I long to hold you. It’s killing me, my heart is aching; it’s been too many years. Elysium looks a lot like the Fields of Punishment without you here to brighten things up. You’ve changed me so much, Juliet, and all for the better. I can’t thank you enough for making me a better person and, most of all, loving me and sticking through this nonsense for six years. You’re a saint.

I’m sorry I’m such a terrible boyfriend. This is wrong. It isn’t natural. I should be with you right now, we should be having fun and doing something together. I should be holding and kissing you. We should be together, for real.

I’ve seen your shoots, and your runway walks, and everything. You’re beautiful. I can’t tell you that enough. You’re the most gorgeous model to have walked the face of the earth. I’m just glad it’s keeping you busy. It’s astonishing, how much you’ve grown. The young, seventeen year old girl that I met crying on the steps of her high school is an image long gone. Now, all I see is the love of my life, a striking woman of twenty-three who has modeled for some of the biggest names in the fashion world, and has had her face plastered over the walls of chain stores in the mall; Victoria’s Secret, Guess, Coach, you name it. I couldn’t be more proud of you, Jules. You’re amazing in every sense of the adjective.

There is one thing pissing me off, however. Your parents. Ah, your lovely parents. Be expecting a phone call from them soon. You see, they’re worried about the fact that you plan on staying ‘single’ and would really rather have the one child they do have left procreate. I didn’t even know they still did these, but they’ve arranged a marriage for you. I’m sure they’ll give you all the painful details that pain me far too much to think about.

It’s not the arranged marriage part that really pisses me off. It’s the fact that you’re arranged to be married to the scumbag that murdered Beatrice and Tanya. If only they knew how much danger they were putting you in! You have no idea how much I want to go up there and kill that piece of shit before he gets to you. Please, be careful. I don’t trust him, and I know you don’t, either.

Please just be safe. I’ll do all that I can down here to make sure that son of a bitch keeps his grimy, filthy hands off of you.

I promise you that I’ll never stop loving you, and I’ll always be here for you, waiting until it’s your time. We’ve always stuck to our promises, and I’m not about to break that pattern.

Love,

Luke

Luke’s letter came too late. I was already stuck with the man who had killed Beatrice and Tanya, and he knew I knew. He threatened me, saying he’d do the same thing to me that he did to them if I told anyone. I certainly didn’t doubt him.

Ever since my parents forced me to get together with him, he’s been extremely abusive. He’s hit me a few times, leaving large bruises, but I could feel Luke’s presence a lot, and when Luke was actually able to be there, which was most of the time, the beast would back off.

Things took a turn for the worst one day. Ironically enough, it was on June 1st, six years of knowing Luke.

Suddenly It all seems like a blurry dream But I was there, Wide awake I lived it all Come back to me I'm longing for you And my dreams to be true When the fields bloom bright Mountains glow I see Him We were there We were kings and queens Close to you Wide awake I know where I belong But memories are strong Come back to me I'm longing for you In dreams to be true Where the fields bloom bright Mountains glow I see Him I'll call... Where the fields bloom bright Mountains glow I'll see Him I'll be back When I hear His voice Hear Him call

~ Lucy, Hanne Hukkelberg, The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian Soundtrack

~*~

Dear Luke, I hope you can hear me right now. I’ll feel like a complete idiot if you can’t, but regardless, I’m going to talk to you anyways right now. I need to.

It’s been six years since we’ve met. It’s been six years.

He’s just found every letter. I know you’re here, I can feel you, but it’s not doing much. He’s not stopping this time.

And now you’re gone. Are the Furies holding you back? They must be, I can feel your struggle.

Every strike burns, every tear stings. My body is aching, probably from being shaken, and then thrown against a wall and hitting my head on the bed.

He’s going through your letters. If I could get up, I’d beat the shit out of him. He’s reading bits of them out loud, accusing me of cheating on him and all this nonsense; how can I have ever cheated on him if he and I were never together? It’s always been you, Luke.

He’s demanding to know who you are, but I can’t speak, I can only scream in agony when he hits me.

Every single memory that I’ve had with you, whether it be that one day or that whole summer, is flashing through my mind, especially all the happy ones.

I feel like I’m drowning. Slipping, maybe. My body feels like it’s sinking, my hair feeling weightless like it is when one’s underwater. It’s the heaviness that someone would probably feel while drowning, the heavy pressure. All I can see is black. My voice is working again.

“Luke?”

The black waters are taking me further down. The pain I felt is starting to numb, finally, thank the gods. As the pain numbs down and I sink further, the black starts turning to white. I was looking around originally, but I can see everything that’s happening now, looking directly in front of me, almost as if I’m watching it on television or something.

Why are they so worried about me? I feel fine. I can’t feel the pain anymore; I’m too numb. Oh, he was arrested? Death row? Good. I feel better now, much, much lighter. Find his book, find his book, find his work where he designed the stuff to kill Tanya and Bee with; yes. Juliet:1, murderous beast: 0. They’re examining my body right now, I’m actually feeling rather uncomfortable with this. At least they had the decency to pick me up and place me on my bed instead of just leaving me in a ball on the floor. I’m pretty heavily bruised. Ooh, ouch. I didn’t know I had bruises there. Or there, either. Ugh, there are already news reporters reporting this? Ew, why the hell are they letting them show my body in the background? That’s repulsive! Do they really think that I’d appreciate that, because I certainly don’t! The headlines are already marvelous: Serial Killer Found; Romeo, Wherefore Art Thou Romeo? This is beyond pathetic. I don’t want to watch this anymore. Say Luke, baby, when do you think I’ll wake up? I am conscious, right?

No, no, I’m not. Of course I’m not. What a silly thought.

So this is what it feels like to die.

My hair is swirling in my face now; thank goodness, I was getting tired of watching all the drama surrounding my death,

Oh, I’m not complaining anymore now that it’s swirled out of my face. I can see you now. Do you see me? I’m smiling at you. I dunno if there are other’s around me, but as far as I can see, I’m the only one here, in the now white waters. I’m going to hold my hand out to you, okay?

Oh, it feels good to hold your hand again, Luke. Is that you? I can hear you, Luke, but faintly; yup, that’s definitely you.

“Welcome home, Juliet,” he smiled; how I’ve missed that smile!

“I’ve missed you, Luke,” I smiled sadly at him, trying to swim closer to him, but he took care of that for me, gently pulling me closer to him and, once I was close enough, he wrapped his arm around my waist, leading me out of the waters.

“I’ve missed you too, Juliet,” he kissed the top of my head. “I’m sorry you had to go that way-”

“It was destined,” I concluded, and I looked up at Luke. “You’re older.”

“Twenty-three again,” he laughed a bit. “Same age as you.”

“How ironic,” I realized. Luke brought me then to what looked like a lobby, and past a three headed dog, Cerberus. He brought me to be judged quickly, and I would be in Elysium with him.

Luke gave me a bit of a tour of the Underworld as we talked. “I really wish you could have died more peacefully, Jules,” he sighed. “You deserved to die happy. Not in pain. I mean, I know you said you were feeling numb, but that’s because he had killed you,” his voice croaked.

“Luke, Luke, baby, shh,” I placed a finger over his lips as we entered Elysium together, “It was meant to happen that way,” I wished I could explain better. “But I’m happier now than I have been in six years. Six long, long years.”

Luke kissed me, and it was the best kiss I’ve ever experienced. I was just glad to be with Luke again, but this time we weren’t limited. We had all the time we’d ever need and more in the beautiful, glowing, blooming fields of Elysium, side by side, just Luke Castellan and I. Luke took me by the hand, and we ran through the fields, laughing, letting all bad memories that didn’t need to stay behind go free, making our heaven even more grand and ideal.

Luke hugged me from behind, bringing me down with him as we rolled down a small hill in the grass. Flowers bloomed as we rolled, almost as if they were following us, being grown from our love. The grass blew in a slight breeze, which smelled of lavender, patchouli and other wildflowers. Luke pinned himself on top of me, leaving a long, lingering, passionate kiss that shot down through my spine right on my lips. I kissed him back, missing the sensation I felt whenever he kissed me.

It was the beginning to our wonderful, perfect forever.

Redemption: Dear Juliet
I know. It touched my heart. Sparrowsong 00:10, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

See you. Sparrowsong 00:12, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Hi, Thalia. I made a quiz for myself, which is on my SI's page. And I had a weird idea. It's on my blog. Sparrowsong 02:25, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

I'm still thinking about what the character's gonna look like. Usually, I decide on their appearance and name first. Right now, all I know is that she has pale skin and brown hair. Sparrowsong 02:28, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Ooh, what do you think of Bethany? Sparrowsong 02:32, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Thanks. What are your top five favorite RRs so far? Sparrowsong 02:34, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

I like Restless Heart Syndrome, Why Does This Feel Good, Whispers in the Night, Trapped Inside, and all your other lemons. Sparrowsong 02:51, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

I tried to do Bethany's image, but I gave up. I'm not sure what color her eyes are yet. I think they're like, green or something, but I'm not sure. You? Sparrowsong 02:54, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Human I guess. And she's so clumsy that, on the first day at camp, she falls down the stairs five tims and then someone dares her to climb a tree and she falls out and breaks her wrist. That's how it feels to be epicly clumsy XD. Sparrowsong 02:56, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

She kinda looks like Jade Morgan, but with green eyes. That's all I know right now. Sure, I'll try again. Sparrowsong 03:01, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Why do you say that? Sparrowsong 03:05, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. She got her dad's brown hair.

P.P.S. Hmm, I wonder why there's no other Chiron kids. Well...I can kinda see the "disadvantages" of centaur/human sex, if you know what I mean...

P.P.P.S. Somehow I know you'll think that's funny.

P.P.P.P.S. She has the same hairdo as Robyn Jackson!

No, that's Pan. I don't think it's that weird that Lulu fangirls Chiron. I'm the one with the thing for Hermes and his son. Sparrowsong 03:08, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

I always felt bad for Pan. First his mom slept around like a hoe and got knocked up, then she dumped him on his dad because he wasn't cute enough?! You do realize that almost all babies are sweaty, bloody, and covered in mucus when they're born, right? Sparrowsong 03:12, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

I know. Ooh, you just gave me an idea! I'm gonna write a RR for that. I bet it went something like:

Pan: Waa!

Hermes: What's wrong?

Pan: Dad! My girlfriend dumped me!

Hermes: Stop sitting around and moping, then. *Drinks coffee* *Reads e-mail*

Pan: *Whines*

Hermes: Are you horny, Pan?

Pan: Yeah.

Hermes: Since you no longer have a girlfriend to make you happy, why don't I show you how to make yourself happy?

Pan: Sure!

Sparrowsong 03:17, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Bethany
Here is her image. What do you think? Sparrowsong 03:30, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

I'd be pretty surprised. Isn't that hair cute? Sparrowsong 03:33, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Sorry, my internet was being a bitch. My favorite hairs are that, 0045 in the blonde section, and 0045 in the brown section. The last one looks just like my hair. Sparrowsong 03:42, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Are you working on anything? I'm doing Bethany's story.

What's it about? Sparrowsong 03:45, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Natalia? I love that name! Is she claimed? Sparrowsong 03:47, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Annabeth? Sparrowsong 03:49, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Luke, Thalia, Percy, Bianca? Sparrowsong 03:51, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

'*Pouts in a corner* Sparrowsong 03:53, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Yay! *Huggles* LOL. Sparrowsong 03:55, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Cool. Don't worry, I won't tell XD. Sparrowsong 03:59, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Sounds pretty. Are you gonna make her related to the Wilsons somehow? You don't have to if you don't want to, I'm just curious. Sparrowsong 04:02, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Oh yeah! LOL. Sparrowsong 04:05, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Thanks! Do you think I look like Rachelle Lefevre? Sparrowsong 04:08, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Thanks. You know who you kinda remind me of? AnnaSophia Robb. Sparrowsong 04:11, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Role Models
I'm one of your role models? Really? Thanks so much *hugs you nearly to death*. Sparrowsong 18:33, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

'*Releases* Sorry, sis! LOL. Sparrowsong 19:49, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Right now I'm listening to Numb by Linkin Park. It suits me like you wouldn't believe.

Aish Sheva
Now that the link to this site is on TVTropes as well as my ff.net profile, how long do you think it'll be before we have a Code Spaghetti? Sparrowsong 21:01, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I think it'll be sometime before April 25, Pansy's second birthday.

If you see her, you'll flame her and let me know immediately, right? :) Sparrowsong 21:27, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. You know How Luke Met Annabeth and Thalia, my story that she flamed? Do you think I should post an Author's Note on that, telling people to come to this site?

P.P.S. In some twisted way, I almost want Aish Sheva to come here so we can avenge me XD.

I know...what do you think I should say in the A/N? Sparrowsong 21:34, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Did you read the story?

P.P.S. I know it's not great, but that was no excuse for Aish Sheva to verbally abuse me.

That's what I'll say. I'm kinda embarassed about that story, but I was still 11 when I wrote it. LOL. Sparrowsong 21:38, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Here is what I'm thinking of saying:

Hey:

Yep, I'm writing PJO fanfiction again! Yay! Not on this site, though.

I'm a totally different person now. Flames don't affect me in the least, I just report them and laugh my ass off at the loser that wrote them. You'd have to have the lowest self-esteem on the planet to say things like that!

I've moved to Percy Jackson Fanfiction Wiki under the username Sparrowsong. Go to percyjacksonfanfiction dot wikia dot com.

Anyone who dares to flame/troll will be immediately banned. I'm an admin there, did I mention? :P

Bye, y'all!

-From Aphrodite-Awesome-Girl

--Sparrowsong 21:43, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

I'm gonna do that right now. I'm not sure if I feel like working on anything. Suggestions? Sparrowsong 21:46, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Yay! I'll do SITR as soon as I've posted that thing about this site. Sparrowsong 21:50, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. Do you think Aish Sheva will come a lot sooner? Since she apparently looks when the stories in her retarded community are updated?

Does someone die? Sparrowsong 21:53, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. I posted it. You should read it. Well, you can if you want to.

P.P.S. Yeah, late March at the latest. Probably more like tomorrow.

P.P.P.S. I'm quivering in excitement.

Oh my gods. Sorry, what does LFA stand for again? Sparrowsong 21:56, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

That is unbelievably sad. Sparrowsong 21:58, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Her mom kept seeing Zeus? Sparrowsong 22:01, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

P.S. What's Aish Sheva doing right now?

Alecto? Sparrowsong 22:04, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Mrs. Dodds
Ugh, I hate her. Almost as much as Kelly. Sparrowsong 22:06, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

The empousa from Battle of the Labyrinth. Percy killed her, and she likes Luke. Sparrowsong 22:09, February 28, 2010 (UTC)

Oui. Sparrowsong 22:10, February 28, 2010 (UTC)