I figured you would be excited to see how Ajax discovered he’s a demigod.
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Added discussion , roleplays and characters tags! 
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Walton Boyd
Saying Goodbye…
Prior to that day, Walton had never dreaded seeing Miyoko. He loved her, more than anybody else in the world. He would have done anything in that moment to not have to say goodbye. With a heavy heart, he walked over to where she was sitting to watch the sunset. He held a flower in his hand and sat by her, glad to see her bright smile. Placing the flower in her long black hair, Walton smiled softly. The smile was short lived, being quickly replaced by a frown. “Miyoko… I have some bad news.”
Caressing the side of his face with her soft hand, she grew concerned. Things had been tense since Pearl Harbor was bombed, but even then she still wanted to be with Walton, and he wanted to be with her. “What’s wrong Wally?”
“My father… He forced me to enlist. I… I leave first thing in the morning.”
The couple watched as tears welled up in each other’s eyes. “Tomorrow…?”
With a solemn nod, Walton sighed, before looking to her questioningly. “We could leave here, tonight. Together, just the two of us.”
Miyoko, with a sad shake of her head, softly kissed Walton. “You know that won’t work my love… As much as I want to run with you, we can’t. We just have to enjoy tonight, for as long as it lasts.”
Sad, he returned her kiss with a loving gaze. “I love you.”
“I love you too Wally. We will see each other again.”
“I will come back Miyoko. I am going to come back here and marry you. I promise.”
This is the 1st of three scenes from Walton’s past, being released in chronological order.
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Bruh those last 3 lines, Wally!!
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I’m glad you liked it. Just wait until you read his death scene.
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Wait wat
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Walton is one of my Norse characters, so one scene from his past that I’m writing is when he died.
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Ohh
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Walton Boyd
The Letter…
Walton tapped the pencil against the table, unsure of what to write to the woman he loved. “Are you planning on sitting there with two words on that paper all day?” Unaware of how long he had been staring at the paper Walton jumped at the sound of a man right behind him.
“Oh! No, I just don’t know what to say to a girl back home…” The man set his duffel bag down onto the ground and plopped down onto Walton’s bunk. “You’re sitting on my pillow…” Walton said meekly as he turned to look at the soldier.
The soldier then looked to notice the pillow underneath him, before standing and giving an apologetic look. “Oh, sorry… I guess I’m taking top bunk then…” he paused, waiting for Walton to introduce himself.
Walton looked over the taller soldier, unable to avoid secretly noting the way his dark hair complimented his bright blue eyes. “I’m Walton. You are?”
“Charles.” he said as he climbed onto the upper bunk before looking down at Walton. “So, Walt, can I call you Walt? Who is this girl you’re writing to?”
“Uh… yeah, that’s fine. The girl I hope to marry when I get back home.”
“A love letter then, just tell her how you feel. What do you have so far?” Walton looked down at the letter with a sigh and turned the paper to where Charles could see it. “I can help you, unless you want to keep staring at that letter.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.”
“Alright Walt, just write down what I say.”
With each sentence of the love letter Charles helped Walton write, his attraction to Charles only grew.
Scene 2/3…
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Eden Irvette
Escape Attempt #1
4 ~ 3 ~ 2020
“I’m leaving this place no matter what anyone says,” Eden murmured to herself. She was sitting in a corner of her room with her head placed between her legs. Her hands were chained to her leg and were placed in her eye view. She wasn’t looking at her best. Her skin was paler than usual and had a clammy hue and feel to it. Her nail cuticles were bloodied and they had accumulated a lot of dust, which could be infectious as she had picked them open. Her hair was thinning at an alarming rate and her green eyes had lost its blaze and were dull. The only feature of hers that made her look less dead were her freckles, which stood bright red across her face.
She had mapped out her plan for the last month and here she was in her room reaffirming herself. She could hear furious whispering just from outside her room but sat very still, as to not alert them she was awake. After what seemed like thirty minutes the argument stopped and she heard the scraping of her door. “No. 9856?” came an uncertain voice. She knew who that voice belonged. Nevaeh Davis. She was one of the people in this place who actually cared for the prisoners, sorry, ‘patients.’ She was a psychiatric nurse, fresh out of nursing school.
“Eden?” she asked again. Eden slowly raised her looked at her, her expression blank. Whenever Nevaeh came to talk to her she never answered to her number, only her name. “It’s time for your, erm,” she coughed a little and before she could continue she was pushed to the side and collided into the wall. Eden shrieked in fear and scrambled to her side to check if she was okay.
A gruff looking man appeared at the entrance of her room. He walked up to Eden with so much contempt that Eden could see it manifest itself into a being. Her fear was written all over her face because the smile on face was absolutely lecherous. He grabbed Eden’s chains and all but yanked onto her feet. “Let’s go 9856,” he said, his voice gruff and scratchy. He was one of her assigned psychiatric nurses, Alonso Hansen, who has been in the field for the past five years.
He tugged on her chains and walked on ahead of her. She knew that it meant she had to follow him but she stopped to check on Nevaeh. She shook her lightly and she roused. She had blood trickling down the side of her head that collided with the wall. Eden just looked at her blankly and she understood what she was trying to convey and got up. Eden walked out of the room in silence and Nevaeh shut the door behind her and walked ahead of Eden.
She was supposed to be going for behavioural therapy but instead she was being led to cognitive therapy. She had memorized the different hallways that led to each therapy room and she wasn’t comfortable with cognitive therapy. When you weren’t showing signs of improvement, you’d be subjected to shock therapy.
Another reason was because she was going through the wards that held the extremely psychotic patients. They always stared at her like some spectacle or as if she were to be an alien. They’d press up onto their glass and look at her with a crazed glint in their eyes. She noticed that they always had water with them and from there she refurbished her plan.
Nevaeh and Hansen were far ahead of her so she stopped at one of the wards and looked at the girl in it, Nova Baker. She and Eden had come in together but she had succumbed to the torture and finally ran mad. “Nova!” Eden said sharply in a low tone. The girls head snapped up and she smiled widely and crawled as quickly as she could to the glass. She pressed her entire body on the glass and was laughing with glee, or what Eden presumed to be glee. She had that same mad glint in her eyes that unnerved Eden but she ignored it. “You see the cup over there,” she said pointing at the cup. Nova looked at the cup and picked it up. “Now pour it through the holes,” Eden instructed her. It took her few seconds to understand but she finally understood and did as she was told.
Eden put her chains under the stream of water and smiled. She was finally going to escape. She nodded at Nova and picked up her pace a little to catch up to the nurses. While trying to catch up she did her best to freeze her chains and to her astonishment she succeeded. She contemplated how to break it but came to a block.
In her musing she didn’t realize Hansen had come up to her. “What is this 9856?” he roared. He was looking at the frozen chains and his face was the cross between astonishment, curiosity and fear. He dragged Eden along with him to where the alarm system was. She was struggling and kicking at him to let her go but he was relentless. He pulled the alarm and all hell broke lose.
The glass was being pounded on, there were screams and yelps throughout the hallway. The patients in the psychiatric ward had lost it, including Eden. She was writhing on the floor and screaming. When her voice became hoarse from the screaming, she started vomiting’s. Nevaeh was the one to pick her up when other nurses came running into the hallway in order to calm everyone down.
Nevaeh was leading her to the bathroom to get her cleaned up and Eden saw this as an opportunity to escape. “Nevaeh,” she rasped. The young nurse turned her face to her, tears in her eyes because she couldn’t give Eden what she wanted. “Please let me leave,” Eden begged.
“Eden you know I can’t do that. No matter how much I hate to see you in here, I can’t,” she said. “If you were to attack me…. That would be a different story…” she trailed off. Eden smiled and said “I’ll be grateful for the rest of my life!” before she pushed Nevaeh into the wall. It wasn’t a relatively strong push but it was enough for Eden to get out of Nevaeh’s grip.
Eden started running as fast as she could with the chains still on her leg and in the distance she could hear Nevaeh shouting on the top of her lungs, “9856 is trying to escape!” She stopped in front of the hooks that had the master key, it was placed beside the front door, which was a major design flaw. She raised her arm up and struck the frozen part against an empty hook.
“I’m free,” she proclaimed. She took the key and fumbled with it before she could insert it into the keyhole. She was about to turn the key when someone grabbed her from behind. “NO! I’m free. I’m free! I’m free!” she kept repeating, more to herself than to anyone else. “I see you still have cognitive therapy to go to and from what I can tell, you need shock therapy,” came Alonso’s voice.
“This isn’t over. I’m going to get out of here and there’s nothing that’s going to stop me,” Eden thought to herself.
I decided to give a little glimpse into Eden’s life before CHB @katabasis
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Finally got to sit down and really read it 
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Q/A with Autumn Agato-Sacher
Full Name ~ Autumn Rowan Agato-Sacher
Pronunciation ~ Aw-tum Row-an Ah-gah-to-Sa-tch-r
Nickname/Alias ~ My papa used to call me Smudgy because my hands alway had chalk or charcoal on them
Meaning ~ Fall. Kinda obvious.
Origin of Name ~ Dad wanted to name me Rowan but mom would only agree to it being my middle name. I have no idea where Autumn came from.
Title ~ Daughter of Iris
Signature ~ My name in cursive. Nothing too fancy.
Gender ~ Female
Gender Role ~ Do I really have to answer this?
Age ~ 16
Birthday ~ June 28
Zodiac ~ Cancer
Deathday ~ Probably soon.
Birthplace ~ Manhattan, New York
Immediate Family ~ My Dad, my Papa, and Iris
Ethnicity ~ American
Preferred Hand ~ I’m right-handed
Phobias ~ Nyctophobia, globophobia
Addictions ~ Can someone be addicted to candles?
Mental Disorders ~ ADHD
Income ~ Never had a job.
Education ~ I left during my sophomore year.
Social Stereotype ~ I don’t know, hippie?
Religion ~ I’m Pagan
Culture ~ American and Japanese
Superstitions ~ I cross my fingers for good luck
Favourite colour? ~ Orange
Favourite food? ~ Pizza
Biggest fear? ~ Impulsively killing someone.
Fondest memory? ~ Going to the theatre with my dad to watch Papa in his first big role.
Worst memory? ~ Being sent to the principal’s office because I wore a veil at school.
What do you like most about yourself? ~ My speaking skills.
What do you like least about yourself? ~ The fact that I’m unbearably clumsy.
Sexuality? ~ Biromantic Demisexual
Parents’ names? ~ David Agato and Jim Sacher. Iris too.
What makes you cry? ~ Getting overly frustrated.
What makes you really angry? ~ Being given sh*t for wearing a veil.
Favourite person? ~ My dads (I can’t pick one).
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Q/A with Alexander Monroe
Full Name ~ Alexander Jonathan Monroe
Pronunciation ~ Al-ex-an-der John-a-than Mon-row
Nickname/Alias ~ Alex
Meaning ~ Alexander means defender or protector of man
Origin of Name ~ My mom just like the name Alexander. Jonathan was her dad’s name.
Title ~ Son of Poseidon
Signature ~ The first letter of my first name and then my last name in cursive.
Gender ~ Male
Gender Role ~ I’m not answering this.
Age ~ 17
Birthday ~ January 12
Zodiac ~ Capricorn
Deathday ~ Realistically speaking, in a few years.
Birthplace ~ Queens, New York
Immediate Family ~ I guess my mother, but she hardly counts.
Ethnicity ~ Scottish-American
Preferred Hand ~ I’m right-handed
Phobias ~ Acrophobia, claustrophobia
Addictions ~ Surprisingly, none.
Mental Disorders ~ None that I know of.
Income ~ Never had a job.
Education ~ I was dumped at Camp Half-Blood in the middle of sixth grade.
Social Stereotype ~ Emo? Loner?
Religion ~ Atheist.
Culture ~ American.
Superstitions ~ Never trust someone who won’t tell you their name.
Favourite colour? ~ Grey.
Favourite food? ~ Hamburgers.
Biggest fear? ~ I’m not telling you that.
Fondest memory? ~ This is going to sound really dumb, but the first time I spoke to a horse.
Worst memory? ~ The first time my mom left me alone in our apartment for an entire night.
What do you like most about yourself? ~ My poker face.
What do you like least about yourself? ~ Where do I start?
Sexuality? ~ I’m pan
Parents’ names? ~ Betty Monroe and Poseidon
What makes you cry? ~ You really expect me to answer this?
What makes you really angry? ~ Being lied to.
Favourite person? ~ Myself?
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I always love your reactions ~
Ofc. I’ll happily write part two for you
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added the fanfic tag but uh @katabasis bro you still need this and the clue one open?
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clue thread can get closed, but could we keep this one open? 
I might post things here later
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if you want to and you’ll post things then sureee gouda with me ^.^
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@katabasis, I mean, do you still want this open? 'Cause like there’s beeen no activityy so I wonder if it would be better to close until you have the time for it
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Closed due to inactivity, if you want reopened like pm me or whatnot