Lighten Up::Damian

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I will hold on hope

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I WON'T LET YOU CHOKE[/b][/color]
- - - - - - - - - - - -on the noose around your neck[/i][/color][/font]
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[/i] She smiled slightly, putting her shirt back on for warmth and then lying back to regain her energy. Her decision was to try it again.
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cause I need freedom now
AND I NEED TO KNOW HOW

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to live my life as it's meant to be[/b][/color][/font][/size][/center][/size][/color]

[Damian T. Lyon]

When Damian had woken up far too early that morning, and glanced outside to see that it was still dark, he felt that it was going to be a rough day. He did go to the mess hall and get breakfast, and there was only one other person there. Surprisingly, Damian recognized it as a son of Hypnos, which was ironic. After a quick gulping down of food, Damian pushed some of his hair from his eyes, though it was a futile effort as it simply dropped back and dangled down again, and rose. Even if the sky seemed somewhat gray, the son of Athena felt that perhaps a nice jog on the beach would be nice. Stretching, he strode purposefully away from the mess hall and went directly to the beach. Oh, no, it wasn’t a beeline exactly. Okay, yeah, it was, but he didn’t speed through it excitedly as some might think due to the connotation of that word.

Once he arrived, the tall boy glanced down at the sand, then flicked his gaze to the water. Should he take his sandals off or no? Sand was irritating to run in anyway, which was why Damian chose to do this. However, it would be more annoying if he had to carry his sandals with him because no way was he leaving them behind. They weren’t magical or anything, but if one of those Hermes kids got their wiggly butter fingers out to the beach, they’d snatch up anything they didn’t see attached to somebody. Shaking his head slightly, Damian noticed that the sky was much brighter than it had been when he was struggling to keep quiet in his cabin, putting on his jeans and orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. Orange most definitely was not his favorite color.

Stretching again, Damian rocked back on his heels and then launched himself forward to a nice, easy jogging pace. He’d probably speed up later, but for now this was just nice. The breeze wasn’t quite slapping him, but it was sort of running its fingers through his hair and brushing his cheek. When he was about halfway, he noticed somebody leaping into the water, and he jerked to a halt. That was odd. Who’d want to jump into water from that height at this time of the day? Well, any time of any day, really. Being a son of Athena, water was not Damian’s favorite realm. Furrowing his brow, he began to trot forward until he saw her emerge from the water and toss a massive shirt on. It wasn’t a Camp Half-Blood shirt, that was for certain. The neon orange could hardly be missed anywhere.

With a small shrug for no reason, Damian slowed to a walk and approached her. Her hair was the first thing he noticed: very red. Which god had red hair? And which god would be willing to do what she did? She certainly wasn’t one of the two Poseidon kids. Not wanting to startle her if she hadn’t seen him, the dark-haired demigod coughed and went toward her. Noticing his own body, he made a silent mental groan. How could he be so sweaty in such a short time? Sweating was fine, but when around other people, it was unwanted and shied away from. Pushing that to the back of his mind, he didn’t sit down, though he did look at her. Sitting meant getting sand in his jeans or maybe making contact with the water, and Damian would rather not do that.

With a curious little twitch of his lips, a motion that could be taken as either a smile or just a minute mad spaztic motion, Damian lifted his hand in a friendly greeting. ”Good morning,” he said briskly. It wasn’t harsh or unkind or unfriendly, merely spoken briskly. Damian might be one to make a greeting, but tugging the conversation along might be the recipient’s toiling job.