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fandomhigh2010-08-27 04:08 pm
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BWI Airport | Portalocity Lounge | Saturday Morning | August 28
In most instances, no one would bat an eye at seeing a boy and his dog. In this instance, some people might actually run away screaming at the sight of this boy and this dog. Percy Jackson didn’t look all that intimidating on his own. He was average height, dark haired and carried a ball point pen in the pocket of his jeans.
Of course, the huge hellhound sitting behind Percy might have turned a few heads if not for the Mist. Thankfully, most mortals didn’t see Mrs. O’ Leary, Percy’s inherited hellhound sitting lazily in the BWI airport lounge (how the hellhound had fit, Percy didn’t know).
Percy himself didn’t look as relaxed as his dog. His eyes were jumping left to right, almost as if he expected something to attack him or for Luke to emerge from the crowd with that more smirk than smile look on his face.
This was about the fourteenth school Percy had been to since age twelve. He didn’t expect it to last. He wanted to be at Camp Half Blood. Instead, he was waiting in an airport lounge for a shuttle to cart him and his hellhound to a place called Fandom.
Percy frowned. He didn’t think this day could get worse.
[Open shuttle bus! Mrs. O’ Leary is a big ole hellhound that most mortals probably would not see because of something called the Mist. If you’re not exactly all the way mortal, you’d see her though. She’s not going to attack anyone, I promise.]
Of course, the huge hellhound sitting behind Percy might have turned a few heads if not for the Mist. Thankfully, most mortals didn’t see Mrs. O’ Leary, Percy’s inherited hellhound sitting lazily in the BWI airport lounge (how the hellhound had fit, Percy didn’t know).
Percy himself didn’t look as relaxed as his dog. His eyes were jumping left to right, almost as if he expected something to attack him or for Luke to emerge from the crowd with that more smirk than smile look on his face.
This was about the fourteenth school Percy had been to since age twelve. He didn’t expect it to last. He wanted to be at Camp Half Blood. Instead, he was waiting in an airport lounge for a shuttle to cart him and his hellhound to a place called Fandom.
Percy frowned. He didn’t think this day could get worse.
[Open shuttle bus! Mrs. O’ Leary is a big ole hellhound that most mortals probably would not see because of something called the Mist. If you’re not exactly all the way mortal, you’d see her though. She’s not going to attack anyone, I promise.]
Re: Mingle [NS 08/28]
"Why settle for them when there's a real woman in front of me?" He paused to puff this chest out slightly. "And trust me, there's a lot about me that's impressive."
Re: Mingle [NS 08/28]
Re: Mingle [NS 08/28]
"Then it's a good thing I'm about as manly as they come."
Re: Mingle [NS 08/28]
Re: Mingle [NS 08/28]
"Don't knock it till you've tried it. And trust me, babe, once you've had a piece of Kon nothing else will ever be enough."
Re: Mingle [NS 08/28]
Kon versus the female students of Fandom. The poor boy would never know what hit him.
Re: Mingle [NS 08/28]
"Oh trust me, there's plenty of Kon, and it's going to be a hell of a show."
The ladies weren't going to stand a chance.