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Post by Margaret Fox on Dec 21, 2011 20:47:52 GMT -7
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Margaret loved laying out by the lake in her lime green bikini, the occasional splash in the lake from some camper supplied a mini cool off for the blonde from the suns almost blistering rays of heat. She was laying on a sponge bob towel with a unicorn pillow pet to support her head while she laid on her back. Margaret closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was becoming actually used to life hear, and honestly, it was far better than a greatly over crowded Camp-Half blood. Sure there where kids hear, but there was room to breath, you could be alone for a while if you wanted, or if you needed to talk to some one safe, there wasn't the threat of 200 other kids just happening to stand buy and hear you. So, in a way, Margaret was thankful. She opened her eyes and closed them again. She began to hum softly, putting her arms behind her head.
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Post by Adora Mariella Bae on Dec 21, 2011 23:14:40 GMT -7
a i s h i t e r u , t e a m o, i l o v e y o u je t'aime, everywhere i go i always say
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Stretching, Adora made her way through Camp Olympus, her focus Poseidon's Lake. Ever since she'd come out, Adora had become a flirty, flambouyant girl and had no problems going where there might be some attractive girls. And, despite the winter weather, Adora was sure that some of the daughters of Aphrodite would be lounging, trying to get a tan on the edge of the lake. It was always fun being there.
The walk from Dionysus' cabin to the lake wasn't too far and it didn't really bother the brunette -it being the distance. She got to the lake rather quickly in her opinion and she flexed her fingers, a flirtatious grin spreading across her face. Her camera hung loosely around her neck in idle mode, ready to be used and abused at any second. The brunette glanced around, pleased to see a few girls out in their bathing suits. Adora walked around absently, grinning whenever she made eye contact with one of the girls. However, none of them were doing anything for her. At all. It was a bit annoying. Just as she was ready to give up her plight, she noticed a girl she hadn't really paid attention to lounging on a towel, a pillow propping her head up.
Adora flipped her hair over her shoulder and took quick steps to where the girl was laying and, when she was near enough, she plopped down on the sand beside the blond.
"It's a nice day, huh?" she asked cheerfully. "Thank Zeus that we have weather barriers in place or I might have to find a new sport during the winter." Adora let that sentence hang there to let the blond make of it what she would and drew one knee to her chest, a grin still on her face.
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Post by Margaret Fox on Dec 23, 2011 14:55:23 GMT -7
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Margaret sat up and have her head a shake, to get her hair from sticking to her skin. She riffled it with her hands, and tucked loose strands behind her ears. She looked as the brunette sat beside her. Margaret smiled "I know right? I could not do winter hear." she smiled. "I'm Margaret I live in Hermes cabin, you?" she asked point blank. This girl look decent... skinny, pale, skin hair that she just wanted to reach out a twirl her finger around... Margaret mentally slapped her self. This girl was probably just going to be a friend. And Thats all Margaret wanted. Right..? Margaret shook her head slightly. "Heh..sorry.." she mused. "ADD." she laughed. She continued to look at the girl, her head tilting ever so slightly.
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Post by Adora Mariella Bae on Dec 26, 2011 13:39:09 GMT -7
a i s h i t e r u , t e a m o, i l o v e y o u je t'aime, everywhere i go i always say
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Adora gave a cheerful chuckle when the blond said she couldn't live with winter at Camp Olympus. Ads didn't thik she would like it because then she would have to stoop to being a lowly peeping old pervy man. That thought almost had her laughing out loud but she managed to keep it bottled to herself.
"I'm Margaret I live in Hermes cabin, you?"
The brunette watched the blond, Margaret, carefully, a smile still in place. Casually as you please, she slowly unbuttoned her plaid over shirt and easily slid out of it. It pooled around her butt, revealing her slightly muscled arms to Margaret. She did it in a slow way that would easily flex what muscles she had and show them off. She smiled cheerfully at Margaret.
Her smile never leaving, Adora said, "My name's Adora. I live in Dionysus' Cabin. My dad's kind of a butt. Never pops in for a visit or anything." She covered her mouth delicately to laugh and, leaving her fingers curled over her lips, watched at Margaret shook her head and apologized, blaming it was her ADD. Her smile widened behind her finger tips as she watched the blond's face. "But it's okay," she continued. "I understand that he's a god and can't do everything for me since I'm just me and he's... Well... The God of Wine and Insanity." Adora paused before giving out a huge belly laugh. "His title explains a lot about me." Her laugh died off into little chuckles at the thought and she shook her head, giving her attention back to the beautiful blond woman.
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Post by Margaret Fox on Dec 26, 2011 16:14:50 GMT -7
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Margaret watched, enticed by Adora. She made a little video in her head of Adora doing a striptease. The thought made Margaret grin with concealed lips. Oh God the idea made her body tingle. Margaret continued to steal glances at Adora’s teenaged breasts. She wondered if she could steal a touch.. just a small touch… She was shot down back to earth when Adora began to speak.
“Huh?” Margaret said. “Oh, yea, mine too kind of... He’s a man whore” she giggled. It felt good to bash on her Godly Father. Margaret nodded. “Yea, I guess she shrugged. “I’d rather have an invisible Dad, rather than one that makes a total ass of himself every time he opens his mouth..” She looked at the ground, pressing her lips together. “Oy, sorry… Heh..” she said, looking up again. “Meh, sorry, Shouldn’t whine about it, it is what it is.” She shrugged.
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Post by Adora Mariella Bae on Dec 29, 2011 21:53:46 GMT -7
a i s h i t e r u , t e a m o, i l o v e y o u je t'aime, everywhere i go i always say
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Adora blinked slowly when Margaret called her dad a manwhore, feeling a twinge of annoyance. She had to remind herself that not all mortals (especially not demigods) understood the life of a god. Heck, she didn't even understand but she tried to be as understanding as possible toward the gods and goddesses. Being alive for as long as they had must get annoying, after all. She brushed some of her dark hair from her eyes and tipped her head to the side before speaking. "You shouldn't think so bad of your pops," Adora chided gently. "You don't know what he goes through. Zeus I wish I knew what my pa went through."
Shaking her head from those thoughts, Adora smiled awkwardly as Maggie said she'd rather have an invisible dad than an ass of a dad. Biting her tongue, Adora resisted the urge to contue chiding the blond and sighed in relief when she said she shouldn't whine. Wasn't that the truth. Still, Adora shoved her annoyance aside and focused on the fact that she was talking to a beautiful woman and had her all to herself, technically.
"It's all good," Adora replied. "It's cool to rant about parents. But no solid bashing, you hear? Zeus, I can just hear my ma now. 'Who do you think you are talking bad about your father you ungrateful brat we raised you better than this!'" Adora gave a laugh and smiled up at Margaret, stretching her arms above her head, her tank top riding up a bit to show some stomach while her arms flexed a bit. She drew her knees to her chest and leaned forward, resting her chin on the top of her knees so her body was hidden. "So where's your boyfriend?" Adora asked casually, looking around. "I wouldn't leave my beautiful lady lying around all by herself, especially if that lady was you." Adora winked flirtatiously, throwing the metaphorical ball in Margaret's court.
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Post by Margaret Fox on Jan 5, 2012 14:34:08 GMT -7
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Margaret nodded along as Adora spoke, mostly just focusing on her boobs, trying to look at them but not look at them all at the same time. Gods, they looked like they’d be the perfect pillow for one to lay their head on. Margaret had decent breast of her own, but they where puny compared to Adora’s. “Psh, Boyfriend?” Margaret chuckled. “Nope, no boyfriend, perfectly single, hell I’m 16 and never actually had one.”
Margaret smiled kind of crooked, hinting to the other girl that she was as virgin as they came. She wondered about Adora, could she possibly be as well…? No, there was no way. Adora probably knew more about those…things... than a Margaret ever would. “And what about you?” Margaret mused. “Any boy lurking around?”
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Post by Adora Mariella Bae on Jan 6, 2012 16:25:43 GMT -7
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Adora shifted her position once again so she was leaning back on her hands with her legs stretched out in front of her. She glanced up at Margaret's face and smirked when the blond said she didn't have a boyfriend and... Oh, she'd never had one? Adora worked pretty damn hard to keep the lecherous grin off her face. Maybe if she didn't have a boyfriend, Adora could convince her she'd never need a boyfriend. No, she scolded herself. Not okay. Adora couldn't help the thoughts though because she was far from being innocent. If the eighteen year old thought hard enough, she could probably remember the name of her first lover but she didn't feel like thinking that hard about it.
A laugh escaped the brunette when Margaret asked if she had a boyfriend. It was an incredulous, almost disgusted laugh. After all, Adora with a boy? What the hell. That was really, really disgusting. She didn't like boys, at all. Ever. She'd never liked boys more than friends. She was a lesbian, and that was all there was to it.
When she stopped laughing, Adora said, "Ew, no. I don't date boys. Boys are gross, pretty much." She knew she sounded childish but she couldn't help it. Shrugging, the brunette continuted, "I don't need a boy anyway. I got enough ladies to keep me satisfied for a lifetime." She glanced around at the other girls tanning and playing in the water, a devious smirk on her face as she did so before she looked back to Margaret with an innocent smile on her face. "So, why don't you have a boyfriend? No one man enough for you?"
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