The Ballroom Gathering

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Characters: All
Date/Time: Now
Location: Hôtel Jeu Ancien - Ballroom
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!



All was in readiness. All of his guests were arrived and waiting, some more patiently than others. He anticipated quite a few reactions and a veritable bevy of questions. He was prepared.

He was testing out the slide projector while he waited for his guests to arrive in the ballroom, clicking through pictures of himself made specifically for this test. He paused on one of him before the front desk in a classic, male underwear model post yet still wearing his uniform. "Oh yes. One of my best."


[*lyrics: Kim Richey - A Place Called Home]

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[enosichthon.insanejournal.com]

That wasn't at all what he'd expected and he'd have every intention of jumping back in Nigel's face once he was on his feet. He stood on shaky legs straightening out his suit and heading into the crowd. He was fuming and deep down more bothered than he had been. Chelsea was his and nothing messed with that. Only he controlled her.

[solid-gaze.insanejournal.com]

She had come up out of her chair when Poseidon was thrown across the room, darting for him a moment after he landed. So it was her that had a hold of his arm, helping him to stay on his feet and hissing to him under her breath.

"Idiot! Sit down and stay there."

[enosichthon.insanejournal.com]

He waved her off at first but when he glared in her direction her gaze stopped him. He growled under his breath. There was clear concern underlaying all that anger that had risen to the surface.

[solid-gaze.insanejournal.com]

She got him to a chair and didn't quite shove him into it, keeping a hold of his arm. "He doesn't know. Going after him again and being smacked around won't change that. And if he doesn't know then he hasn't touched her so chill out!"

[enosichthon.insanejournal.com]

He clenched his teeth a hiss of his own as she spoke. "No, but it'll make me feel better."

[solid-gaze.insanejournal.com]

She looked up at him and found herself feeling bad for him a bit. A phenomenal jerk he may be, but it was made obvious by this that he actually did care about the girl. Bastard. Just when she had a good hate on for him, too.

The hand that had been on his arm, ready to keep him in the chair became more of a subtle comforting touch and less of a grip. "I'm sorry."

[enosichthon.insanejournal.com]

His free hand clenched into a fist with an annoyed grunt and the cast of his eyes to the side. He hadn't noticed at first that her grip had lightened, in fact he wouldn't have cared had it stayed tight on his arm, it at least meant he could feel something on the outside because inside all he saw was red.

The difference and Chelsea and other children of Poseidon was she was his. She was the first kid that he'd had any hand in rearing, while not the best father, he was still her father. The fact that bellhop and whatever the fuck was behind this couldn't give him a clear answer did what it did to any father---it brought up a level of concern in the eye of danger. Where was she? He'd kept her locked up all this time as a protective barrier and now it was gone for however long this lasted.

"I don't want your pity," he spat back, his hand running over his mouth and chin and then looking back toward where Nigel continued his speech. Someone's neck was going to stretch.

[solid-gaze.insanejournal.com]

She huffed and took her hand back to cross her arms. "It was sympathy, asshole."

The day she pitied him would be the day someone should put a bullet through her skull.

[enosichthon.insanejournal.com]

"I don't want your sympathy either." He was restless waiting for an answer as to what this all entailed. He didn't do well under someone else's command, not anymore, and Zeus wasn't around.

After a silent moment he jerked her hand back over slapping it down on his leg, his hand over top it. "Keep it there," she could dig those nails in all she wanted, he rather liked it. "Just keep away from the important parts if you want to get vicious." Someone needed to keep him grounded or there was no stopping him from being reckless.

[solid-gaze.insanejournal.com]

A slender brow had arched for that and she glanced at him somewhat bemused. Then she rolled her eyes and sighed, looking back to Nigel but didn't move her hand.