Archived Roleplay:Dancin and Brad's RP

Bal and Fleur Hanging Out
Bal: Bal was waiting for Fleur at the camp entrance for their time to go to the town. He didn't wore anything casual. Just a Black Sabbath t-shirt and denim pants. He also wore his hidden blades, which looks like handbands, and a few bombs just in case there are some monsters that will attack them.

Fleur: She skips happily down the road, wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans. Her spear is tucked away safely, in case of a monster attack. "Hello again," she says cheerfully. "Are you ready to go?"

Bal: "Yeah. Let's go to the bus stop." He said to her. They walked towards the bus stop for the bus, which caused an awkward silence. He doesn't know what to say, especially since he doesn't talk to girls much.

Fleur: Feeling a need to break the uncomfortable silence, she clears her throat and looks over at Bal, who seems just as awkward as she. "Erm...what is your favorite color?  I like purple.  And croissants.  And working with my spear.  And talking --"  She stops speaking abuptly, feeling quite stupid for rambling on and on. She blushes as the silence continues.

Bal: He laugh for a bit at her silliness. He tried to answer her question. "Well, I like black if that answer your question." Another silence occur and thought of another question. "Have you ever, um, had a boyfriend before?" He asked her.

Fleur: She looks at him in disbelief. "Who, me?" she laughs dryly and shakes her head. "I was never really out and about much when I lived in France, so there was not a time I really wanted one.  I worked in my dad's shop most of the time, and I was kept quite busy." She looks over at him. "What did you do before you came to Camp?"

Bal: "Running. Keeping myself alive. I had no one to depend to so I did my best to keep myself going." He told her sadly, though he was a bit happy with her answer. He didn't know why though.

Fleur: She winces sympathetically. "I suppose you had a hard life before you came to Camp, huh?  Being a child of Hermes, you must like moving around a lot." She picks at her jean pocket casually, wondering what she was going to say next.

Bal: "Yeah, you can't really harm Artemis' golden stag without making her mad." He said, sub-consiously holding one of his old wounds from the attacks.

Fleur: She eyes him like he is crazy, because no one in their right mind would lay a finger on that goddess's stuff. "You are saying that you actually tried to hunt Artemis's stag..." she says slowly.

Bal: He frown. "What? No. It is the stag who is tryin--" Before he could say anything about his problem with sacred animal, the bus came to a stop in front of them. "Oh look, the bus is here." He told her, changing the subject.

Fleur: She can tell he is trying to change the subject, and and temporarily drops the subject, jumping on the bus and situating herself next to a window in a seat. As soon as they were seated, however, Fleur immediately says, "As you were saying...?"

Bal: He sighed. Bal was hoping she would forget about it sooner or later. But what was the point of hiding it. Almost everyone knows about his stag problem at camp, but why doesn't he want to tell her about it. Is it because of her reaction? Is he afraid that she would look at him in pity if she finds out? He shook his head. She deserve to know. She is a friend, right? "Um.. Artemis' stag kinda hates me. It likes to attack me from time to time." He told her.

Fleur: She raises an eyebrow, rather impressed that he did something so bad as to invoke the wrath of Artemis. "And what did you do to make Artemis angry?  I mean, they are deities, so it is quite easy to tick them off, but still, it must be an interesting story..."

Bal: He looked up, as if he is finding the right answer for her question. "I don't know. I never met her before." He said, finally. "I had this curse since I was a baby. That was what my mom said."

Fleur: "Ah, so it is your family that did something to invoke Artemis's anger, hm?" She watches him with facination and wonders where he was going with this conversation. "Was it your mother?"

Bal: "I don't know my real mom. My step-sister took me in. She told me about what happen to my real mom before she was put into a coma." He told her sadly.

Fleur: She pats his back rather awkwardly, wondering what she was supposed to say to something like this. "I am truly sorry," she says softly. "It sounds fake, I know.  It is said too many times without any meaning.  I do not know how you feel; I have not lost someone in this painful way.  But your mother - and you - have my sympathy."

Bal: "My step-sister was a demigod, so she knew that something like that will happen to her. At least she was just in a coma. So, don't worry about it." He told her, looking at her eyes. They stared at each other for a while before the bus came to a stop at the town. He broke the eye contact and said. "Um, yeah. This is our stop."

Fleur: Breaking eye-contact with Bal, she clears her throat uncomfortably. She waits for Bal to step out, and then she steps out herself. They get off the bus and just stand there, the air thick with tension. Fleur finally breaks the silence. "I think the coma is almost worse than death, if you know that there is almost no chance of her coming back.  It would be so painful just to sit there watching her life go by as your grow older, wishing that she was there -" she notices that he is starting to look very uncomfortable and abruptly stops. "Well," she says cheerfully, trying to break the tautness of the moment, "where do you want to go first?"

Bal: He smiled at her, as if he is thanking her for not pushing the subject further. "How about we go to the movies. I heard they got a lot of new ones." He told her.

Fleur: She smiles back and agrees. "That does sound nice.  I do not go to movies much, so I do not know what is out, but I guess we can just pick one and see that."

Bal: He nodded and they began to walk. "So, you don't go outside much? No boyfriends, no movies. Your dad must be overprotective with his little girl." He told her, teasingly.

Fleur: She turns on him, sparks shooting from her eyes. "I was born and raised in France.  He could have brought me to Camp to keep me safe, but he did not.  He choose my happiness over his, though I always was kept at his side.  I did not want to leave France to come to this camp, but I had to.  So now I am here."

Bal: "You must really have a great dad." He told her. "Wish I had one like yours. A real dad that cares for his son."

Fleur: She nods. "Yes, my father is an exceptional man.  As for the gods, well...they are deities.  What would you expect?"

Bal: "I don't know. An explanation, I guess. Why do I have to be curse to hide from stags? Why my mom had to die without him protecting her? I have so many questions that I want to know and he is the only one who can give it to me. Can't he just give me a letter? He is the God of Messagers for pete sake!" He said, screaming into the sky.

Fleur: She feels an outburst of sympathy for the son of Hermes, but she puts a finger to her lips to quiet him. "Bal, please," she implores, looking around. "People are watching.  Do - do you need to go back?" She is in complete agreement with him, and yet cannot bring herself to admit it, seeing as her father sent her here and not the Broken Covenant.

Bal: "Sorry, no. It is just fine. I don't want to ruin this d- trip because I hate my dad. No biggie." He told her, starting to calm down.

Fleur: She gives him a tight smile and holds out her hand in a comforting way. "Then let us go," she says calmingly. "Before we attract more attention."

Bal: "Yeah." They arrived at the theater after that. Bal looked at the movies but couldn't of anything that they both like. "Um, what kinds of movie do you like?" He asked her.

Fleur: "You are going to assume romance right away - and you are right - I do like romance movies." She grins wryly. "But I like action movies better.  I am also a big fan of Disney.  More obsessed than your average six-year-old girl, actually."

Bal: "That narrow it down to three: Frozen, Taken 2, and... really? They got the Notebook showing here?" He asked no one in particular. He doesn't really like chick flicks, but his mom made him watch so much of them that he started to love these types of movies.

Fleur: "EEEEEEEK!!!  THEY HAVE FROZEN?!?" Then she seems to remember she is out in public and covers her mouth, her ears turning red. She clears her throat, turning away to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks. "Ahem.  I mean, Frozen would be nice, yes." She smiles sweetly and snatches some money out of her pocket to and throws it on the ticket counter before she could do anything else embarrassing. "Are you okay with Frozen?"