Isla Carmody
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Fourth Cohort Legionnaire
Posts: 8
Identity: Roman
Child of: Invidia
Alias: Clio
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Post by Isla Carmody on Mar 23, 2018 5:46:52 GMT -6
Isla didn’t visit New Rome all that often, but when she did, boy did she have fun. Mainly this was because the city was a nice escape from the life of a legionary. Back at the camp, it was always about training for this and preparing for that among other monotonous events that made them the best traditional army in history. However, if you valued individualism like Isla did, that life could be suffocating. It was already well known that the most treasured value of Rome (both old and new) was putting the state above the individual. Nothing mattered more than New Rome and as a citizen, you were expected to be a perfectly oiled cog in that machine. If you went against this, you weren’t considered a true Roman.
So it’s easy to see why Isla relished these trips into the city as she always wanted to go her own path. It was almost like she wasn’t a foot soldier at seventeen and instead she was just an average girl spending her Saturday downtown. It was a nice and very welcome change to be perfectly honest. Today, Isla decided that it would be a nice day to explore the marketplace, a place she hadn’t been recently. Isla didn’t trust herself here only because she had a hard time resisting the urge to spend it all at once, but every now and then, she’d explore for the hell of it. As she walked down the street, she glanced at the signs and peered into the windows as she passed all kinds of shops, but none of them were tempting enough to go inside. That is until she came up to one with a “Grand Opening!” sign in the window. Stopping in the middle of the street, she saw that it looked like it was basically a new clothing shop that was given Isla that department store for edgy, but chicTM vibe. Instantly, Isla was drawn in. That was her style and she just had to check out what was inside. She just had to.
So she went inside and started to peruse the racks to see if there was anything that she was interested in. Sure, it wasn’t like she going to buy anything, but maybe there might be something that might catch her eye. Who knows, maybe she could find something nice before any of the other kids from the camp that were milling about or coming in would...
Axel Laughlen
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Axel Laughlen
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Praetor
Posts: 60
Identity: Roman
Child of: Venus
Alias: Alex
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Post by Axel Laughlen on Mar 23, 2018 5:58:49 GMT -6
Axel really only visited New Rome when he needed a wardrobe update or he needed different food because he was tired of the same old mess food. Today was one of those days where both were necessary. Vans were on the mind, hunger could wait. He needed these shoes. Well, Axel didn't actually need any more Vans, he already had like five pairs, but that didn't stop him from blowing the majority of his money he made on sneakers. He couldn't explain it, he was just addicted. It was probably one of the side effects from being a son of Venus, but he was going to embrace it. Strutting through the streets, a bright sign caught his eye. "Grand Opening" was what it read. A new store around here was always welcome to him. If Axel could find some cheap name-brand clothing or something original that no one seemed to have, he would be a happy guy. Turning on his heals, the young man walked excitedly into the store. He sifted through the racks, picking a few things out here and there to try on. As he was doing so, he happened to look up over the racks to see a girl who looked a bit familiar. She looked rugged, but in a good way, and had the kind of air about them that all kids from Camp Jupiter did. Axel didn't bother to ask anyone to come out with him, as he was just eager to get away from the legion for a bit. Being the social butterfly he was, Axel walked over to the girl, curious to make sure he knew her, but more importantly seeking company of someone who more than likely was just getting away from camp. "What's up, I think I've seen you around camp. It's Isla, right?" Axel gave the girl a warm smile and spoke in a relaxed tone. He hoped she wouldn't be freaked out by his kind gesture. The boy just appreciated others with a similar taste in styles as he. "This store is dope, I've picked up, like, five things and I've only been here a few minutes."Isla Carmody |
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Isla Carmody
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Fourth Cohort Legionnaire
Posts: 8
Identity: Roman
Child of: Invidia
Alias: Clio
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Post by Isla Carmody on Mar 23, 2018 6:07:48 GMT -6
When the other shopper approached her, Isla did not expect him to strike up a conversation, let alone know her name. For a moment, Isla couldn’t figure out why they knew her. Their face wasn’t ringing any bells in her mind, so why should they recognize her? She was far from being the most social Legionnaire after all and besides, even if she was willing to chat up a storm with others, she doubted it would be with this kid. He seemed to be a generic pretty boy that talked a lot. That was almost as infuriating as those stupid Victoria and Fortuna kids or even the centurions. She smirked to herself at that thought. There weren’t many people in her mind that could hold that honor…
Wait a second… She silently thought to herself and suddenly it all clicked. She did know this kid, this was Axel Laughlen, the camp's precious little praetor. Her mother was very clearly taking a sick day when this Venus boy was promoted to the title. Her smirk instantly turned into a scowl, she hated the Praetors and the centurions, if only for the power dynamic present at the camp. “What do you want Axel?” She said coldly as she continued to flip through the racks, trying to send the message that she did not want to deal with him. She was right with her previous line of thought, he was just a generic pretty boy she sometimes saw at the parties down in New Rome. What was so special about him that he was made Praetor? All he probably did was bat his eyes and those Senators were fawning over his feet.
She glanced at him warily as he showed off his selections, wondering just why the son of Venus would bother talking to her. She didn’t trust him. She couldn’t trust him and as far as she knew, she never gave any indications that would suggest otherwise. Her mother’s roots ran deep and he just had too much good luck radiating from him for her to safely be around. After all, when her mother was going to come to put things back into balance, she wasn’t going to care if her daughter was mistakenly caught in the undertow. Praetors, Centurions, Fortuna, and Victoria kids were all dangerous just for that reason. “Sure, but does that mean you're actually going to get any of them?” She said with a raised eyebrow as her eyes drifted to a maroon shirt on the rack… damn, he’s right, this place has some nice things, she silently thought as she moved past it all the same. She may silently agree with him, but there’s no way she was going to admit that. Clearly, her pride was on the line here, no matter that this was a foolish battle she was responsible for.
Axel Laughlen
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Axel Laughlen
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Praetor
Posts: 60
Identity: Roman
Child of: Venus
Alias: Alex
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Post by Axel Laughlen on Mar 23, 2018 6:12:29 GMT -6
Axel couldn’t remember much about the girl that stood on the other side of the rack as he. He knew Isla was from the fourth cohort, but nothing else. Being Praetor didn’t mean he knew everyone at camp, but he typically knew of them. Before being promoted to Praetor, Axel had been a Centurion of the third cohort so he did not interact with the fourth much anyway. Although, he supposed he would have to get to know more of his legionnaires personally to be a more effective leader. With Isla, though, Axel suspected that wouldn’t be too easy with the attitude she was giving him. Isla’s words were venom in Axel’s ears, as the boy wasn’t used to people disliking him due to his charm. Apparently it didn’t work on this one. Ah, this must be the one that’s always in a shitty mood form the fourth. He’d heard about one that not many people seemed to like because of her grand personality. Axel would at least attempt to be civil with Isla, since he didn’t want to ruin his reputation around camp… For now… “Nothing, just pleasant company is all.” the boy’s words were coated in sarcasm. He doubted he would actually get pleasant company from the girl, but it was worth a shot. Axel was fair and believed he would be good at his job, just as he was as a centurion He was strict enough for the praetors to be happy with his work, but let some things slide so he could keep his legionaries happy under his leadership. No one usually had a problem with the way he did things. Now, though, he imaginded some things would have to change. To keep the integrity of the legion, the boy would have to crack the whip more times than he liked, but it all came with the job. Axel looked down at his findings when Isla commented on them. He thought for a moment, pretending she didn’t give him an attitude when she asked. “No, probably not. I can always change their color or cut, so I’ll most likely only get a few.” In being a son of Venus came the power of magically having control over clothing, and other accessories. He changed his wardrobe all the time to save money. Isla Carmody (I edited the post quite a bit to accommodate Axel’s position change.) |
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Isla Carmody
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Fourth Cohort Legionnaire
Posts: 8
Identity: Roman
Child of: Invidia
Alias: Clio
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Post by Isla Carmody on Apr 30, 2018 14:29:16 GMT -6
Isla scoffed at the possibility that Axel would find "pleasant company" with her. As if, she silently thought to herself. Invidia's girl was very aware that she had a certain reputation that preceded her, especially with people like him. It was just in her nature, literally, to push back against unfair power structures like the one that the legion had. After all, what did this son of Venus do to warrant being made Praetor? A role that, mind you, was traditionally held by the descendants of Jupiter, Bellona, or Mars. They were the war gods, that made sense. When was the last time a dove held the position? Isla could just tell that there was something off about the whole situation, despite the fact that all her friends told her to just let it go. And yes, she wasn't a jerk to everyone and was capable of having friends, despite what this dolt seemed to think.
"Well that's funny," Isla started to say. If this had been anyone else talking to the praetor, this would be the beginning of some statement of affirmation that only seemed natural in rom-coms, but everyone should know by know that this was not Isla's style, "because I wasn't looking for any company." Oh if looks could kill... Imperial Gold daggers would have been launched at Axel from her by now. At least he couldn't feign innocence when Isla would inevitably tell him to get lost. Truthfully, she was very eager to cut the bs and just tell him to scram, but he was still the praetor and he still held that power over her, no matter how much she resented it. So, no matter how satisfying it would be to tell him off, latrine duty was just not worth it.
She did try to move away from him a bit though, by walking over to a different clothing rack that was just a little further away and yes, she took that maroon shirt with her. She was hoping that he'd get the message and leave her alone, but no such luck. Axel then went on about changing the clothes' cut and color, which succeeded in pulling an eye roll from Isla. "Of course you can do that," she quietly muttered under her breath. He was a Venus kid. Of course, he could change the colors of his clothes. "That's just what the legion needs." Sure it didn't matter if their praetor didn't have the war cry of Mars or an aura of leadership like Jupiter. They had some kid who could make his blue jeans black. Isla was so glad to know that they were all in safe hands.
Is it safe to say that sarcasm was the weapon of Isla's choice?
Now Isla just hoped that Axel would take the hint and just bug off and leave her alone, for the love of god. Especially since he just neatly pointed out that he didn't need to bother with stores like this. But too bad we all know how rotten her luck had been lately, so the chances of that happening had to be slim to none... at least.
Axel Laughlen
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