Olympic Games
If you could be in the Olympics (summer or winter), what event/sport would you want to do most? Why?
It was two am by the time Percy walked back into the flat, a frown on his face as he brushed wet hair out of his eyes. Being dunked into a lake had not been his plan, but the woman he’d planned to kill had put up more of a fight than expected. That aside, his evening had been terribly uneventful, even with his visit to Damion’s club for few drinks.
But despite his increasingly foul mood, though, he said little as he stalked into the flat. He left a little trail of water as he peeled off soaked layers, moving purposefully toward the kitchen and one of his many bottles of gin. It was only as he returned to the den, bare feet slapping against the floor, that he noticed three of his household huddled around the telly, watching intently as little people splashed around in water.
“What the fuck is that shit?”
“Swimming,” Brody announced in a tone that implied Percy was inherently stupid if he was unable to figure that one, out. But when the little goth boy turned to look at him, he seemed a bit…surprised? “What happened to you?”
The other two looked up, Emily on one side and Arsene on the other.
“Percy was trying to race the fishes like the little people in the box!”
Percy made a little face, before shaking his head. His pants were still sticking to him the same way his hair clung to his face. “Race the fishes?”
Arsene nodded, before standing to move closer to the older vampire, taking the gin from Percy’s hand with a smirk. “She thinks the swimmers are trying to beat the fish. She keeps looking for the fish, too. It is amusing.”
“What the fuck are you all on about?” Percy scowled a little, even as Emily perked up and bounced as a green line popped up on the screen. She pointed and said something about fishes, and Brody seemed to indulge her in trying to find the fish as well.
“Oh don’t be a spoil-sport, it is the Olympics!” Arsene took a long drink from the gin, before looping an arm around Percy’s neck, directing him toward the couch and telly.
“Who bloody cares?”
“Aw! I bet Percy would catch the fishes in the race, he’s the fastest ever!”
Brody laughed, turning to Percy as Arsene all but shoved him onto the couch. “Oh yeah! Percy would totally catch to fish, all ‘grr come here, gnash gnash gnash!’”
Percy himself was failing to find the humor as Brody continued out, standing to make wild flapping movements that he called the ‘butterfly’ stroke. To Percy it looked more like death spasms in the middle of a strong wind.
“You going to catch the fucking fishes like that? You’d scare a shark like that…”
“Oh shut up,” Brody gave Percy a look, despite Emily gleeful laughs.
Olympics and spasms in the water…God help him, but he wouldn’t escape this soon enough. “Give me the damn gin.” He was going to need it.
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William Percy Hastings
OC
Word count: 509
It was two am by the time Percy walked back into the flat, a frown on his face as he brushed wet hair out of his eyes. Being dunked into a lake had not been his plan, but the woman he’d planned to kill had put up more of a fight than expected. That aside, his evening had been terribly uneventful, even with his visit to Damion’s club for few drinks.
But despite his increasingly foul mood, though, he said little as he stalked into the flat. He left a little trail of water as he peeled off soaked layers, moving purposefully toward the kitchen and one of his many bottles of gin. It was only as he returned to the den, bare feet slapping against the floor, that he noticed three of his household huddled around the telly, watching intently as little people splashed around in water.
“What the fuck is that shit?”
“Swimming,” Brody announced in a tone that implied Percy was inherently stupid if he was unable to figure that one, out. But when the little goth boy turned to look at him, he seemed a bit…surprised? “What happened to you?”
The other two looked up, Emily on one side and Arsene on the other.
“Percy was trying to race the fishes like the little people in the box!”
Percy made a little face, before shaking his head. His pants were still sticking to him the same way his hair clung to his face. “Race the fishes?”
Arsene nodded, before standing to move closer to the older vampire, taking the gin from Percy’s hand with a smirk. “She thinks the swimmers are trying to beat the fish. She keeps looking for the fish, too. It is amusing.”
“What the fuck are you all on about?” Percy scowled a little, even as Emily perked up and bounced as a green line popped up on the screen. She pointed and said something about fishes, and Brody seemed to indulge her in trying to find the fish as well.
“Oh don’t be a spoil-sport, it is the Olympics!” Arsene took a long drink from the gin, before looping an arm around Percy’s neck, directing him toward the couch and telly.
“Who bloody cares?”
“Aw! I bet Percy would catch the fishes in the race, he’s the fastest ever!”
Brody laughed, turning to Percy as Arsene all but shoved him onto the couch. “Oh yeah! Percy would totally catch to fish, all ‘grr come here, gnash gnash gnash!’”
Percy himself was failing to find the humor as Brody continued out, standing to make wild flapping movements that he called the ‘butterfly’ stroke. To Percy it looked more like death spasms in the middle of a strong wind.
“You going to catch the fucking fishes like that? You’d scare a shark like that…”
“Oh shut up,” Brody gave Percy a look, despite Emily gleeful laughs.
Olympics and spasms in the water…God help him, but he wouldn’t escape this soon enough. “Give me the damn gin.” He was going to need it.
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William Percy Hastings
OC
Word count: 509