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[Henri Klemmensen]

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I'M BACK AFTER ALL THESE YEARS

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Henri was a nervous wreck. Not in the usual sense that Henri was (I mean, it was his nature) but even more-so. Mostly because of his Mother actually telling him "Oh, Henri. If that's your name... I think it is. You look just like your father... But since you have my genes, much much more attractive. But I really need to talk to you upon manners of your actions and words and how they could negatively, or even positively effect the way that my name is held to standard. So clear your schedule for ten-thirty tomorrow morning. Anything you'd like to say about the matter is closed and I'd adore for you to look... presentable. You can't just be in a tee shirt, Henri. Take time and effort into your appearance." And which, had caused Henri to flee into a mental hysteria also known as a psychological meltdown. On a small proportion. But still. He had began to freak out that morning when the alarm on his ipod had began to throw out music in the most loud fashion possible. Music was basically the one thing that he could get him out of bed in the morning. Sure, he wasn't crazy-obsessed with it like a lot of the Apollo kids were, to him it was something that was beautiful and pretty much all but made him smile like an idiot. Recently, he'd been obsessed with different types of electronic music, which basically made him the person to go to if you wanted to know the best song by Lights, in which had been the one that woke him up that morning. Everybody Breaks a Glass, which was really a quite depressing song, but one nothenless. It wasn't like music would effect his mood... Minus the fact that it had indeed changed his whole perspective and made him a nervous wreck. If he had chosen something more positive for his alarm at six in the morning, perhaps he'd been happier. Maybe if he'd tried to chose something more sunny, like.... Party Foul, it'd of been a more positive outlook. But he didn't, and that was probably why he was a twitchy, nervous wreck for the rest of getting up and getting ready.

He'd showered quickly, mostly because he was afraid his mother was going to arrive early and make him feel ashamed for being late and all that. Of course, he'd felt rushed and made his hair fly away a little too much with a hair dryer, and had to resort to a straightening iron. And he'd just sat there with the most "Why me." expression the whole time because people who were children of the goddess of beauty shouldn't have to put up with the sad routines that every one else had to. And by the time he'd finally finished with his preparations for waiting (He'd even poised his pillow on the back of his bed instead of having it lay limp. He was one of those people that rarely took the time to do anything with details unless he was analyzing them and trying to get the big picture from them. He was strange like that, always making sure that the details weren't infiltrating his mind. Well, unless nervousness took over like it happened then.) And basically he'd sat around for a good two hours, due to his being over-eager to make sure that he was on time or even early. But in fact, it was something that made him wonder what he was really just being himself or slowly driving himself insane. Probably the former, but the former could send the latter into a downward spiral and we all knew that it was really possible with the way that his mind operated that that'd happen... He sighed and tapped his shoes against the cabin floor, wondering why in the world he was so tacky and ridiculous. Was he really making himself nervous over talking to his own mother? Sure, he had abandonment issues and really wished that he'd of been raised normally, without all of the gimmicks of being told his biological mother died in a car crash, only to find out that his Mother was possibly one of the most beautiful things to ever exist. Yeah. There was a lot of pressure in that situation, mostly because you know, she was known for a temper... And could possibly make him the most sad and pathetic human being ever. You know, no big deal at all. He sighed and looked around, as if he was too nervous for words.

He tried to think of something to keep his mind off of the fact that he was convinced that his Mother would rant at him about something or another, and knew that due to his pessimistic view of himself, everything would just slowly slide downhill and he'd probably end up doing nothing with his life minus the occasional sigh and all that. But... for his own sake, and for the sake of not being embarrassed by his own Mother (Who'd abandoned him.....) he sighed and stood up at the exact minute the clock struck ten thirty. He was convinced it'd be a very interesting experience, if anything.

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W O R D S 800ish
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N O T E S I don't even know. He's weird.

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[Lady Aphrodite]

Aphrodite didn't come to see her children often, but when she did it was for a good reason. Mainly because they weren't doing right in her eyes. Like, not getting any action in a while. They were the children of Aphrodite: they needed to live up to their name, their blood. Of late, she didn't have to come down here to discipline them....

...That is until her latest child Henri came to the Camp. She knew he was a little on the innocent side, and she's dealt with people like that. They just needed an extra "umph" and they were off. But Henri? No, he had to be the difficult one. She's come down to visit him more times than her other children. He just wasn't getting the picture. Of course he promised he would try better, but what good are the words of mortals? It was like that every time, but this time would be different. Oh yes. very different.

"I see you've dressed up like I suggested..." She stood at the doorway of her cabin as she eyed her son up and down. It wasn't the best...but he gets points for trying. With her she brought clothes, shoes, and a special drink that would help her son: The Late Bloomer. It was a special concoction that would make the drinker irresistible for a specified amount of time.

She walked past the rows of beds and towards his form sitting on his on. She dropped the bags on his bed and put her hands on her hips. "Stand up," she demanded. "Let me take a good look at you. It's been...oh, 4 months?" She ran her hands through his hair, and smelled the freshly washed scent of it. A smile formed on her face as she thought of how much trouble he put himself in to please her. It was cute.

As mentioned earlier, she's visited him more often than her other children because he needed the attention more. She can sense the jealously of her children, yet she ignored them. She didn't need to explain herself and her actions, especially to half breeds. And plus, who needed the doctor more, the sick or the healthy?

[Henri Klemmensen]

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OH I'LL HELP PULL YOU AWAY
FROM TRAGEDY; MAYBE YOUR HEART
WILL LAST AND BE EVERYTHING YOU NEED

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Well, there was his Mother. Despite what Henri would say about her, he could obviously say that she made a statement in a room. Sure, he couldn't see how his father had lied, but it still had something of an explanation behind it. I mean, it was something that was utterly... Surprising when somebody who looked like her walked into a room. And yeah... Basically, it'd made Henri sigh and look at his shoes. Oh god, he was just going to go into some self-confidence meltdown and possibly never come back. Biting his lip, he nodded quietly. Well, he felt like he was in trouble for something now. Just from the way that his Mothers face wasn't quite happy. It made him even more uncomfortable, just because honestly, his goal in life was to make everybody else happier about themselves, and now... He was just a disappointment, probably. Stupid him for even trying to look half decent. He was just going to be knocked down and insulted and blah blah blah. He braced himself for what could possibly happen. Hateful sneers, angry jabs. You know, basically what every catty half-sibling he had could say. Usually it revolved around people saying that Henri was "Totally not one of us. Like, seriously. I'm not sure if he's even had a dirty thought in his whole life. He's like, a total mind virgin" Whatever that meant... He really knew it sounded nasty, but he really was unaware what that meant, so he'd went on with his daily routine with words ringing in his head. He was like a a canary in a coal mine, and that was not somewhere where he wanted to be. Because if he was going to be stuck in the same place for a long time, he wanted it to be a happier one, not one that was horrid and make him feel like he was being sent down the drain to never come back.

But he shifted nervously and quietly walked towards his Mother "Well, hi... Mom? Aphrodite? Whatever you think would be more formal? I don't know what to call you. I'm sorry if I forgot from last time... Just ignore me. I'm rambling..." And there he went, slipping up on being socially presentable. Again. Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, he felt like even more of a failure. Because you know, that was obviously what he was to the world at that moment (Or at least in the eyes of everyone he was blood-related to, possibly outside of his father, and his father was just some scientist that happened to mess up on a spring break trip. Yep. That was probably it.) especially in the eyes of someone who was very important to the world. You know, pretty much the person that controlled the emotions of love and desire and all that? No big deal. Just a disappointment to her. Totally something you could just blow off. You know. No big deal. But in reality, it was indeed a big deal because if you really thought about it, if she wasn't happy, the world wouldn't be happy. Thus, no matter how many times his Mother had given him the irritated expression accompanied by "I really need you to be less.... Less weird." it hadn't happened. Walking back, he slumped against the foot of the bed again, wondering why he was even doing that. Of course he was going to need to stand again. But it made him feel better to be in his own little reculsive corner, all alone and quiet and happy. He didn't know, he loved people but it was a little weird when you were being talked to with an impatient expression, as he'd learned from experience. And the talks seemed to last a good amount of the time, as he'd learned and honestly.... He sighed and just continued to sit down, with the most nervously awkward expression on his face. Life was interesting, he had to give it props for that. It always kept him on his toes.

"I see you've dressed up like I suggested..." She trailed off, and he could tell that he probably didn't live up to the expectations that were set forth. Whee, even more self-confidence boosters to add onto the feeling of impending doon that was known as Henri. Nodding quietly, he added "Yeah. Tried..." It was an awkward thing for him to say, since most of the time he just rambled off about nothing but something. Instead now, he was just using two words. Which indicated, as usual, that his self confidence was failing and he was pretty much the biggest nervous wreck on earth. Opposite from most peoples nervous rants that seemed to go on forever, his rambling was normal and usually made for decent conversation. But when he was nervous, he stuck to small amounts of words so he wouldn't trip over them and say something overly embarrassing. "Stand up," The words echoed in the room and he immediatley jumped to his feet, probably hoping he wouldn't make an even bigger idiot of himself in front of one of the few people in the world who had neglected him and who he still somewhat cared for. Just because you know, blood is thicker than water. Or in his Mothers case, beauty. Not blood. That was Hade's job. He thought. But yes. Thicker than water. "Let me take a good look at you. It's been...oh, 4 months?" In which his Mother promptly began to run her fingers through his hair. Which was something he actually liked. Sure, it took time and effort, but it was the only piece of vanity that he felt he had. And even then, it wasn't something that was utterly.... Outrageous. And then he remembered that he had to say something back. Mostly because he was scared out of his mind about making his mother even more.... Sad about him. So with scrambled attempts, he finally just said something that could pass as any generic response. "Yeah, I think so. Maybe more like three, but around there."

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W O R D S 800ish
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N O T E S I don't even know. He's weird.

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[Lady Aphrodite]

Aphrodite sighed and shook her head. No, he hasn't changed a bit. He was still a rambler. She tried nipping it in the bud when they first met, but she's long given up on it. She's gotten used to his aimless chatter, and she doesn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. The goddess personally did not like chatter. She liked to keep things simple with little to no chatter being involved. Rambling in her opinion is a proof of insecurity, and Aphrodite did not like that, especially in her kids.

What did they need to be insecure about? They were the children of the Goddess of Love, Beauty, and Sexuality. If anything, they should the most cockiest children ever to exist. They were designed to be beautiful and to attract attention; everyone wanted both, so what was the problem?

She was beginning to think Henri was dropped on the head when she sent him to his father's house right after the delivery. It wasn't a nice thing to think about of your children, but she wasn't going to be nominated for best parent award anytime soon. So she continued to look her son up and down, unaware of her scrutinizing eyes.

"Mother." Was all that she said to his comment. That was her title for him, and he should use it. Everyone else would be required to call her Lady Aphrodite. That, or face the wrath of her. She stopped her look of him and focused on the room he was staying in. She felt the swarm of emotions in him that she caused, and felt that if she wasn't focusing on him he would relax. Alternatively, she could relax him herself, but she felt bad about controlling the emotions of her children. Sure she was going to do it in a few moments, but that was indirect, not direct.

She supposed she was being a little too hard on him, but it was tough love. She was trying to shape him so that he could face the world. The world would chew and spit out people like him; she knew that because she did that herself. The timid and easily frightened hardly survive in the mortal world, how much more in the immortal world?

"Though I do not approve of your clothing of choice, and I am pleased that you have at least attempted to try." She glanced back at the bags that she brought and waved her hands towards them. "I knew that I would not like your attire, so I took the pleasure into buying you new clothes for your wardrobe. You will try them on in a moment."

She went and took a seat on one of her other childs' bed that was next to his after she was done with his hair. It was probably the only thing she liked on his body so far. It was fun to play with and the goddess particularly loved gripping during intercourse.

She shrugged at his comment. "3...4...whatever. Math was never my strong area." She particularly did not like other correcting her, but she let it slide just this once; she was already scaring the hair off of her child. "You may sit if you wish now," she said as she ran her hand along the comforter of her bed. The blanket was a mixture of pink and red: her two favorite colors. The walls were a marble white with blood-red currents hanging down from the windows with gold trimming. She had a hand of decorating her temple a few thousand years back. She was pleased that it still kept up its appearance with a few agreeable add-ons. She noticed a few paintings and roses, which were a plus along with the constant smell of incense permeating the room. She was pleased, which meant everyone else can be as well.

"Tell me Henri, how have you been these past months?" For once she was not looking for small talk, but elaboration for which he was good at. She needed to know his personal life details and his thoughts so she could know what amount to give him of her potion. That, and she was generally curious. She did care for her children's well-being after; she wasn't cold-hearted.

[Henri Klemmensen]

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OH I'LL HELP PULL YOU AWAY
FROM TRAGEDY; MAYBE YOUR HEART
WILL LAST AND BE EVERYTHING YOU NEED

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There were a few childhood memories that Henri was particularly fond of. One of them involved his father, who, while a little bit insane when it came to making sure that his son was happy (Which most of the time, involved being told little white lies about the current condition of life and the past that lead up to it, as well as educating him that science was the most practical art that could be found and basically consisted of the most quiet, poised little movements that could make a big difference and make people interpret you differently than you wanted to show. Which most of the time, Henri had ignored, thus, giving him the current condition of his little rants about nothing and his little quirks that always made him uncomfortable when talking to people.) would sometimes take Henri out to do something that was seemingly enjoyable. Without his step sister, Tess, or his step mother. All in all, it had been something that gave... Content. It was always fun to have some kind of bonding to do with someone he looked up to so much and with so much admiration. Of course, now, that admiration wasn't as prominent as it could have been, but it was still there and childhood memories were always lovely to recall in a time when he was too stressed out. Exhibit A of lovely childhood memories... He combed his mind so he could find a happy image in his head to try to get his nervousness a little bit over the edge of whatever. Of stress, it seemed. And he caught one memory as it was attempting to leave his brain, one that included traveling to Denver for two days, just so Henri could digest the whole idea of a city. Turned out, their car broke down in a place without cellular reception, so his father had turned it into a camping trip, thanks to the fishing poles he had wedged in the back seat. Of course, they'd made it back after they walked a good five miles to a gas station with a pay phone, but in the meanwhile, they had sat by the banks of a creek in which they had attempted to catch catfish. And somewhat failed. But it was a happier memory. Or the only really happy moment he could think of at that instance that really was more about nothing. It wasn't connected to Christmas or birthday parties. It was just a happy memory that was as happy as it got for somebody who was raised in a cabin in the middle of the mountains.

"Mother." The word echoed in the air until he noticed how... Detached it sounded. Not in a joking way that his sister would call his step mother, with some ridiculous fake british accent in which she'd parade into the room and say something like "Ello Mothah!" but this was... Different. Sure, Henri had abandonment issues, and he had issues with calling people things that sounded too formal, too stiff, and too.... Old fashioned. It was a word that seemed to fit Aphrodite in every sense of title, since he'd barely talked to her in his whole entire life, but it seemed to fit because the only time he'd ever really talked to him, he'd been expected to sit up straight, put on half-decent clothing items and had been scolded for doing something wrong. For something he couldn't control, at least. But in all perspective, it wasn't exactly something that didn't fit, Henri just didn't like the sound of it. Mother sounded like it came from a closet in which moths lived with a high-necked, old fashioned collar with an elaborate powered wig that sat on a shelf was. It didn't sound welcoming, it didn't sound like it was someone you could confide in. No. It seemed more like someone who was "terribly thirsty for a glass of red wine before I go lay my head on a lace-covered pillow. So please excuse me as I go read my Hemingway poetry book and stitch my sampler" But in reply, Henri just nodded and repeated the word. "Okay, Mother." He still didn't like the sound of it. It just wasn't a word that he would use, and Henri was convinced that it wouldn't be a word he'd use unless it was around his Mother. To make her happy. "Though I do not approve of your clothing of choice, and I am pleased that you have at least attempted to try."

Bittersweet hung between his mind. Well, effort was always an appreciated aspect of nearly everything, but at the same time, he felt like he wasn't doing quite right. Still. The nervousness trickled to his feet, in which he tried to retain them from tapping obsessively on the flooring, which was some gaudy cream and gold colored marble stone or something. Clearly expensive, and clearly picked out by his own mother. Mother. He nodded, and shrugged. He wanted to say something like "Sorry" or "I wish I would've done better" but before the words could escape his mouth, he saw his mother gesture to the bags she'd hauled along with her, followed by a quick explanation of "I knew you wouldn't be of proper attire, so I brought some for you myself" which was probably code for "I know you're a screw up, and I really hope that this makes it all better." And he nodded and attempted to smile, but it just seemed weak and watered down by nervousness. "3...4...whatever. Math was never my strong area." Finally. Something similar. Henri wasn't sure how anybody could have a strong area in the subject, but it was something similar, and at this point, he was grasping for something that he could freely converse about without being some idiotic little moron. But no. He didn't have the nerve to actually say something about that, so he just sat there awkwardly. Because despite the words that he should be saying, he wasn't. Because he was convinced he'd say something stupid and pretty much change his mothers opinion on him to an even more negative direction.

And without thinking, he sat down at his mothers wishes. And when the question arrived.... Where he was being asked how he was doing in the last three or four or so months. With a reluctant thought, he realized a question was something he needed to be responding to, so with a quiet thought, he nodded and finally said something that sounded half-rational. "Uhm, fine, I guess. I mean, nothing remarkable, honestly. I mean, I don't do much. I did get a hair cut though and decided that I want a pet cat. Other than that.... Nothing really."

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N O T E S I don't even know. He's weird.

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