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Adrian Lawley
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First attempts || Sarina Sept 3, 2014 16:39:48 GMT -6

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Post by Adrian Lawley on Sept 3, 2014 16:39:48 GMT -6

Yet another sunny day. Another day in which, despite the weather, this particular son of Hades never wore any less than what he normally did. He wasn't the type to walk around the beach without his top on. Instead, he wore a smart button-up shirt, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and as usual his smart pants. Smart was his style. It was classy. Elegant. Attractive. Though, once he arrived on the beach, he had taken his shoes and socks off and continued as normal. It was hot enough to get away with it, and there were people wearing less than that. Much much less. Even still, there were only a few people on the beach, and they were scattered. So Adrian took a largely empty area for himself and wondered close to the water, dipping his toes in a little for the refreshing touch of the crawling tide. It felt weirdly human of him to do so, since for a moment he felt relaxed and calm, perhaps even genuinely happy. Though this soon faltered and he stepped back out of the water just like he had managed to get his foot out of crap. By then, he took several steps back and slumped on the sand. The water only reminded him of the fact that he had just started a mission. A mission to get a girl unlike any other. Though this wasn't like any other mission that usually ended up with a girl in his bed, this mission was for Madeline Chevalier. The girl Adrian knew was the one. And dammit, he was going to succeed.

Though, until such a victory, Adrian had to pass the time. And that meant carrying on as usual - flirting with every pretty girl he saw in the hopes she would end up in bed with him. This, however, was the first time he had tried since he realized how he felt, and frankly, he didn't know if it would end up any different or if things would continue as normal. Though of course, it would be the latter. Adrian Lawley, son of Hades, was a winner. He knew nothing else. Winning was the way to succeed in this world, and it had worked so far. Of course it was going to succeed. And now was the perfect time to see it out.

So soon, the male jumped back onto his feet and picked a girl out from one of the few on the beach. She was a brunette, beautiful - though never so much as Maddy - and actually... sort of looked like her. Vaguely, at least. Adrian had seen her before. She was a daughter of Aphrodite, so of course, naturally beautiful. "Hello," he had said to her, adopting his charming smile. Of course, she responded well, and even started flirting back. It was definitely going well. At least... until Adrian's mind wandered elsewhere. He imagined then that he was talking with her. Though she would usually talk a lot less than this daughter of Aphrodite and though Adrian was a little curious about why she stuck to such a habit, it never bothered him. He thought she was perfect as is. He didn't care about any flaws she might think she had, any flaws other people might say she had, or anything anyone thought was bad about her. The girl was perfect to him and that was that. Though compared to her boyfriend, his words probably didn't mean as much and that angered him. All he wanted to do was embrace her and whisper, 'be mine, Maddy. Forget him.' Though he knew it wouldn't happen so easily.

Suddenly then, Adrian snapped back into reality upon the realization that this daughter of Aphrodite before him had asked him a question, which he hadn't heard because, well, he hadn't been listening. Her words were worth nothing. She was worth nothing. "Forget all this." He said, smirking suddenly. "It's useless chatter. Come to my cabin tonight and we'll get what we both want." And somehow that had offended the girl, she huffed and stormed off, shouting curses at him for being so senseless. Of course, he knew then what the problem was. He usually tended to adopt a slower tactic, which meant that he almost certainly ended up with a girl beside him. He was usually charming, not blunt. And his mind had been elsewhere. Perhaps he'd missed a vital question which, if he had answered correctly, could have made him end up where he wanted to go. "Fine!" He shouted after her. The shout was suddenly followed by a few curse words on his part, that were, to be honest, rather derogatory to her. "You'll regret this!" By the gods he was starting to get angry. What had he just done?! And of course she was going to regret it! After all, who wouldn't want to wake up next to Adrian Lawley.

Adrian himself ended up in a huff. He strode over to the water and kicked the sand beneath it, being rather violent as he did so. This was the first time he had lost in what had seemed like a guarantee. The girl had flirted with him, for gods' sake! Of course she liked what she saw! The male then tried to calm down, he took a deep breath and sighed, soon setting his gaze upon the horizon as he gave himself a few minutes to breathe. 'I'll succeed next time,' he thought, 'I do not lose.'
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OOC: Of course he'll lose. He'll calm down upon seeing Sarina, but I do hope this is okay. xD Tell me if you want me to change anything. Ended up being a little long too, sorry. xD
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First attempts || Sarina Sept 4, 2014 9:57:59 GMT -6

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Post by Sarina O'Leary on Sept 4, 2014 9:57:59 GMT -6

Sarina knew she somehow would never get this. That people would use the beach as a form 'recreation', lying around in the sand like stranded turtles, without even looking at the water just a few yards away. Who would want the beach, when they could have the ocean?! It might be something about the States, though... the people here seemed to be obsessed with sunbathing. In Ireland, you had to be lucky to get a few hours of sun in a row, the weather was that volatile. But instead of adapting to the 'customs' here, Sarina felt still alienated by it. For her, the beach was the way towards the ocean, nothing more.

However, it could be an interesting way of people study, especially if people didn't know you were watching them. A few rocks were leading from the beach into the water and behind such a rock, Sarina had perched now, her body still caressed by the lapping waves of her beloved ocean, while her eyes scanned the beach for anything interesting. Just now, she registered a little ruckus, not too far away. A young man she knew vaguely was approaching a girl of the Aphrodite cabin. Sarina had spoken to her once or twice. The man was Adrian Lawley, son of Hades, and everyone even just knowing this name knew that guy was trouble. Right now, it wasn't so hard to imagine why. The wind was carrying scattered words to her attentive ear, enough so she could puzzle together Adrian had tried quite bluntly and rudely to get into the girl's pants. Of course she stormed off, though she was pretty relaxed about it, given the circumstances. Sarina herself would have slapped him hard at least once for this impertinence.

He started to shout obscenities after her, apparently bristled by the fact she had not accepted his advances. Sarina gave a little snort. How dumb could a person be?! And now he was even kicking the water furiously, as if it was the cause of all his problems and not his own overdeveloped self-esteem. With another snort, Sarina propped herself up, so her head was visible over the lower rocks and called out: „Don't blame the water for your lack of decency. Did you really think that would work?! What kind of image do you have of girls?!“

[OOC: rather short, comparably, still have to get into her head ^^]

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First attempts || Sarina Sept 4, 2014 12:45:30 GMT -6

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Post by Adrian Lawley on Sept 4, 2014 12:45:30 GMT -6

Upon Adrian's hearing a voice, the first thing he did was look for the source. Of course, this took a few moments but soon he was able to identify the voice as that of a girl who was propped up by the rocks. It was a daughter of Poseidon, Adrian had seen her before, though he hadn't exactly spoken to her before. He sneered at her remarks. "Normally I'm much better. I don't know why I was so blunt with it." Indeed, he was right. His tactics for getting a woman into bed were usually much more subtle and ninety percent of the time, they actually succeeded. "Trust me, I'm usually much more of a charming gentleman." And at those words he felt himself smirk just a little. His gaze soon averted to the water, which he watched for a few moments until he looked back at her. "Depends which girl." He answered calmly, thinking then about all the different girls he had seen before. Of course, someone like Maddy, though he had tried to get her into bed with him to start with, he started only recently to realize he wanted her for more than simple little things like that. Then there were other girls who were of more use to him for something else, like special powers they possessed. Take Coriander, for instance. A daughter of Khione with the ability to manipulate ice. It was an admirable power. So Adrian always attempted making alliances with these girls. Rather that than sleep with them, and never see them again unless they were doing some pathetic "how could you do that to me?" stunt. Or getting other people to do it for them. It was usually pathetic.

By then, Adrian had started taking a few steps closer to the girl on the rocks. She was a daughter of Poseidon. Poseidon. Maddy's sister. Perhaps a way he could get to her was through this girl. He would just have to mend his mistakes somehow and perhaps appear of some use somewhere. Though at time like this, it was difficult for him not to be himself. "It's not like the water cares anyway." He frowned, feeling as though he was justifying his actions. Not that he needed to. Adrian Lawley did what he wanted without a care in the world for what anyone thought about it, even if it meant kicking the sand in the water out of frustration.

Finally, he stopped in his path and once again adopted a smirk. "Adrian Lawley, son of Hades. Though I'm sure you probably already know who I am. It's not difficult to." And with that soon followed a small laugh. Once again, one of his empty laughs, cold enough to sting. He was looking like he was some sort of villain out of a disney movie after some big musical number, giving the way he just gave his introduction. That, however, wasn't Adrian's style. Unless you had some ultimately evil song that made people shy back in fear, it was pointless. Instead, he nodded at her. "You going to stay over there? Or take part in what should be some interesting conversation?" His words once again were cold and flat, but he was keen on the girl moving. Perhaps her making a proper introduction, since it was something people failed to do nowadays when they confronted him. He knew she was a daughter of Poseidon, but not her name. Though she was beautiful, and for a moment, Adrian wondered why he hadn't gone after her before. Though right now, that didn't matter. Not exactly.
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OOC: There you go, I hope it's alright. xD He's a horrible person, I love writing it. :'D
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First attempts || Sarina Sept 4, 2014 13:42:45 GMT -6

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Post by Sarina O'Leary on Sept 4, 2014 13:42:45 GMT -6

Not an ounce of self-consciousness or regret. She should have known! This Adrian guy was bad business all over, though that would never stop her from giving him her two or three cents. Some might have told her she should be careful not to alienate him, but she was not afraid. For whatever reason. It might be her indifference talking or her lack of self-restraint. Whatever it was, she would not stand down so easily, just because someone might have a certain fame. She could take a great deal, also on the physical department. No one should ever think they made her running scared!

„Charming? That's not what I've heard“, she retorted. „Might have been more along the line of 'insufferable, scheming and obnoxious.“ Blunt yes, but so had he been! Not that Sarina felt the need to fight the Aphrodite girl's wars, but she rather felt like she was speaking on behalf of all girls. A boy such as this Adrian, he probably thought them all little above prostitutes. Someone to take at whim or will, the only difference being that he didn't pay them for what he took from them. Or did he? Ugh, better not think too closely about that. All this sexual relationship thing was so alien to Sarina anyway. There hadn't been any guy in her life yet she showed more than a fleeting interest in, and certainly not that kind of interest. Why were people so crazy about this kind of stuff anyway? It was not all life was about, who with whom and when and where!

He approached her now, apparently not having been insulted enough. Maybe she should up her game? There were a few things on her mind she hadn't thrown at him yet. In a detached way, she could even see why many girls were mooning over him. He was good looking and he had that 'bad boy' thing down to a tee, cultivated it perhaps. Son of Hades, that was the perfect background for such things anyway. Underworld, unforgiving and all that. Over the last four years, she had certainly broadened her horizon of Greek mythology.
„You'd be surprised“, she scoffed, as he claimed the water wouldn't care. „But then how should you understand such things.“ Yes, prick his perfect shell... that was actually kind of fun!

Don't play with him..., suddenly Miolmór piped up in her head. She should have known he was still nearby... seeing with her eyes, listening with her ears. It won't do you any good. Not that he used these exact words of course, but she could feel waves of disapproval in her head that roughly translated thus. On any other matter, Sarina would have listened, but oddly enough now she felt in the mood to rebel. To dance with the devil, so to say. Therefore she sent a distinctive message to her friend to mind his own business and go and fetch himself some food. Then she raised herself to her feet in a fluid motion, belying years and years of sportive activity, while the water ran down from her soaked swimming dress.

„Yes, I think I know who I am dealing with“. Approaching slowly, she still scoffed at him. „Though I do not yet know whether I really believe this to be an interesting conversation. I certainly won't be staying around for any more failing come-ons.“ Should she introduce herself? No... that might make him think she was in any way interested in him. To THINK!
The decision was taken out of her hand however, when she suddenly heard a voice calling over the beach „Sarina!“ and her head whipped around automatically. In the distance she saw Patricia, waving at her, but she made a hand gesture that ought to say: 'Later, not now!'. It would have been the perfect excuse to leave... but for some odd reason, she was staying.

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First attempts || Sarina Sept 4, 2014 16:12:10 GMT -6

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Post by Adrian Lawley on Sept 4, 2014 16:12:10 GMT -6

And once again, Adrian let out a laugh. "I'm sure it isn't." He said. Of course, he reputation preceded him, as always. But soon he let out the same piercing laugh again, "I prefer to think of it as assertive, clever and devilishly handsome." Indeed, he wasn't entirely sure if those attributes were any better than those she had described, but they were more the types he preferred to identify himself with. Especially the last one, and damn, he was good looking. Every girl thought it, and even if they knew he wasn't the best person to be with, a lot of girls were drawn to that atmosphere of darkness and mystery that surrounded him. Like they would the bad guy in some random book or film. It was how it usually happened, to be honest. After all, take the Phantom of the Opera. Perhaps not the best example, but it fit. A dark character, covered in mystery. Indeed, he didn't treat women entirely well either. It either meant making sure their theater performance was a disaster or an uncontrollable obsession. But a lot of people would sympathize, they would fall in love with him - despite the fact that he threatened the life of the woman he loved. Now, it was quite different from what Adrian was like. But it seemed a good example, at least laterally. Nevertheless, Adrian was a desirable man and women knew it. It was just when his mind wondered elsewhere that he started to fail, and so the criticism and confrontation would consequently follow.

He sneered at her words, but in reality, he didn't let them bother him. After all, what did he care what she really thought? "I am a son of Hades, water clearly isn't my specialty." He said calmly, moving his gaze to the water. "Though frankly, the water is just a cleverly organized mass of particles. I doubt they truly feel. Only that which lives in the water feels." And with that he looked back at the girl on the rocks. "Even if it did 'feel', I don't think I could care any less about it." Unfortunately, his words rang genuine, though they were still spoken in the same cold flat tone that seemed sharp enough to form a knife. If she was trying to bring him down, it wasn't working. Adrian's walls were much higher than that and evidently, only the doors of death could ever bring them down.

"You think." The male said calmly as he walked her approaching with what seemed like caution, to him anyway. "And who am I dealing with?" He asked clearly, his tone assertive. He looked at her with a lack of anything in his eyes. Of course, he could try with her but after his having obviously failed with her, he wasn't going to try it. Instead, he was intending on using her in getting closer to the Poseidon cabin. Whether or not that would work was a different question entirely, but it was worth trying, surely. "I won't attempt it with you." The words soon followed hers, probably too abruptly." And with that, he took one step closer to her as she called back to a friend, her words seeming to say that she intended to stay here, which caused him to smirk again. "Not that you aren't attractive, it's just not worth my trying. No offense." And sure, in other circumstances, he might have wanted to end up in bed with her. But the situation had changed. Things were different now and so he needed to adopt a different approach to how he did things. First things first, was getting close to his permanent target. And it more than likely meant having to "befriend" the Poseidon cabin first. He didn't care if he hurt them in the long run, but it was all just a simple means to an end. "And it may not be interesting just yet, daughter of Poseidon, but it will be."

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OOC: Blah, I hope this is alright. xD <3
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First attempts || Sarina Sept 8, 2014 9:42:49 GMT -6

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Post by Sarina O'Leary on Sept 8, 2014 9:42:49 GMT -6

He certainly wasn't shaken easily and he had cultivated that devil-may-care laugh that might make your blood run cold if you were actually afraid of him. Sarina, however, wasn't. She couldn't name the reason, but somehow seeing him acting so badly just moments before had disillusioned her on some definite accounts concerning his show-acts. And then, she simply wasn't easily intimidated by boys, since she didn't show much interest in them generally. Some girls might label her out as weird for it, because she was more about swimming and exploring underwater than make-up, dresses and flirting, but things were as they were. She would never bend to fashion trends and mainstream things... if that put her away from the in crowd, then so be it.

„If you try hard enough and keep repeating those, maybe someday you'll believe it yourself? Impressive what the mind is capable of in ways of self-deception“ she offered drily as he spoke about himself with less than deserved compliments. For her, he was nothing but a prat with a clearly overdimensioned self-esteem. Dangerous perhaps, if scorned, but that wouldn't stop her from trying. No matter how much her animal companion told her to get a grip and just leave it be, she wouldn't stand down for now.

Following his gaze, a frown crease appeared on Sarina's forehead. Just a mass of particles?! Had he even ever been under the sea?! Had he ever witnessed the way the ocean itself held its breath, the minute before something bad happened? An underwater volcano erruption, an earthquake, a tanker capsize with an oil spill? „I guess the feeling is mutual“, she growled, clearly convinced that the ocean would never give two hoots about the wellbeing of this annoying specimen of a Demigod. Defending the ocean in front of him though would be wasted breath. Hades was the God of death after all, what would his children know about life?! She had heard whispered rumours about the things they could do. Calling the dead... entrapping you in hellfire... things that made your skin crawl...

However, they were still talking for some odd reason, and she was still not showing him her back. Somehow the conversation continued and Sarina found herself responding to every word he said. She was feeling challenged, and challenges were one of her direst weaknesses.
"Not that you aren't attractive, it's just not worth my trying. No offense."
„Gee, thanks!“ she retorted, rolling her eyes. „I guess that's you being charming. No wonder that girl ran when she could. And call me Sarina, I don't like that title much.“
Not that it was any of his business, but this was all too true and out before she could stop herself. To distract him from her blurb, she cocked her head, looking at him questioningly.

„Now I'm curious, what makes you think this conversation will take a turn to the interesting? What do you think you're gonna get out of it, if you're not interested in me?“

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First attempts || Sarina Sept 9, 2014 15:25:41 GMT -6

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Post by Adrian Lawley on Sept 9, 2014 15:25:41 GMT -6

Once again, Adrian found himself laughing at her words. 'Impressive what the mind is capable of in the ways of self-deception'. those words repeated a few times in his mind, though it was mostly due to his incredible amusement at them. She spoke as though he wasn't actually any of things, furthermore that he didn't even believe it himself. Empty compliments just to deceive himself. This however, was a void attempt as a snarky comment towards him. At first he sighed, "my dear," were his first words, they weren't said in a belittling way however. It was just how he addressed women sometimes. There were some women that even swooned at it, and only one he had addressed in his preferred way of saying my dear, ma cherie. "It is true, I have known it for a long time. And I find, with something like me, it is almost too difficult to say I am not any of those things, let alone 'perfect'." Oh, he was an arrogant douche. But he knew it, and he still thought he was the gods' gift on earth. It was why Adrian always worked to get things that wholly benefited him. Since, come on. The world does revolve around Adrian Lawley. There's no doubt about that for a second.

That vile smirk of his was still sitting on his lips as he talked, nodding at the sea he muttered, "of course, even water finds itself succumbing to darkness. As does everything else. Everything always ends up either corrupted and/or dead. It is the way of the world, so I fail to see the magic entirely." With a slight sneer, his gaze was fixed upon the water crawling back on and off the shore. Sure, the sound was relaxing, it was calming. The male often found himself coming here just for that moment or two alone. Nevertheless, Adrian always had to assert his importance. And that of Hades. Well, Hades was virtually the king of the darkness. The king of death. It seemed fitting to mention him too.

"Ah, that's not what I meant." He was still smug, despite his thinking she had actually taken it offensively. Of course, there was no need to clarify, but he did anyway. "In other circumstances, I would certainly have tried to target you. I just... have other plans." His tone darkened considerably with his last few words. Though it wasn't really that dark a plan. He just wanted to get close to the Poseidon cabin. Was that too high to aim? "That girl ran because my mind was elsewhere. As I said, I am normally much more charming when I want to be." And that was true. After all, the count of girls he had successfully targeted was a high one. Probably enviable by any other ladies man. Adrian paused then, he raised an eyebrow, so her name was Sarina... but she didn't like being called that? "So what title do you prefer?"

"You seem like a woman of interesting character." His words were blunt, but he was true. It wasn't blunt in a harsh way, but he said it nonetheless. "Based on past experiences, conversations with the more interesting characters tend to be more interesting themselves. Particularly when, as I told you, I have plans."
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OOC: Here you go. I hope it's okay. <3
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First attempts || Sarina Sept 12, 2014 7:00:24 GMT -6

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Post by Sarina O'Leary on Sept 12, 2014 7:00:24 GMT -6

A part of Sarina was asking herself why she even still put up with this. Why wasn't she turning her back on this arrogant git, the way Miolmór told her to? It would be so easy. Excuse herself rather gruffly, then go after Patricia and ask what the calling had been about. Probably a much nicer way to spend a day than listening to Adrian drooning about how grand he was. Nothing she said seemed to be able to affect him. He must have a whole armour of self-esteem there. People breezing through life like that... it was nearly unbelievable! „I don't find it difficult at all, though“, she retorted with a shrug. „Perhaps most people are too scared of you to tell you the truth. I merely don't care.“

Water and succumbing to darkness? What in the whole wide world have given him that idea? The ocean, despite its often enough tough rules of survival, was one of the purest places Sarina knew! „Humans – or demigods for that matter -“, she looked at him pointedly, „do the corrupting, the ocean itself stays pure, if given the chance of recreation“, she insisted. „But then, having such a dark soul itself, you only receive a dark echo. It's like the splitter in the eye of Kay. Everything appears corrupted to you.“

And what were those 'other plans' he kept going on about? Sarina didn't much like being considered part of a plan she did know nothing about. She certainly was no marionette that would move once someone pulled a string. He could have that backwards! „Please don't be so cliché as to have some evil masterplan you need innocent recruits for.“ She rolled her eyes. „Am I right in thinking you're gonna go on about this plan of yours all mysteriously, of course never telling me what it is you're after, since then I would most likely thwart it?“ Her eyes started to gleam in a challenging light. Please, be better than that, they seemed to say. Be more than all cliché bad-ness. Challenge me. Prove to be interesting yourself.

Her eyes were not challenging him because she wanted anything off him, he was far too annoying for that. But, truth be told, Sarina was bored. Grand missions were rare these days, it seemed like many of their divine parents had forgotten about their offsprings, too busy with solving this mystery of the golden fleece.

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First attempts || Sarina Sept 16, 2014 5:06:05 GMT -6

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Post by Adrian Lawley on Sept 16, 2014 5:06:05 GMT -6

It was almost though a smirk was Adrian's natural expression, that permanent smug look upon his face. Though in all honesty, at least it meant he wasn't in a terrible mood. And in such a mood, even he felt people should avoid him then. It was easy for him to lash out in those cases. But that didn't matter in this second, instead, the son of Hades listened intently to the words of the daughter of Poseidon, looking evidently smug about it. "And you think I care what people think?" He scoffed, brushing his hair back with his fingers. "I would rather think of myself as I do, as opposed to listening to the general scheme of things which seems to dictate that you cannot either love yourself too much or hate yourself. I do what I want to do, I feel about myself how I want to feel. So if people are so scared that they cannot express their true feelings then they are weak." Weak minded people who allowed the thoughts of others to influence their way of thinking. And in fact, Adrian was right. No matter what he was like, he would love himself and think himself the greatest thing on earth. Confidence was the way to succeed. Confidence without distractions. The latter part probably being the cause of his recent failure. "Just a tip for you," he said clearly, "if you wish to get forward in life, don't listen to the judgmental thoughts of others." What seemed so out of character for Adrian Lawley was this tip. He was the last person ever to give advice to success. Especially the 'be yourself' kind of advice.

"As pure as the ocean may be, it still claims lives for its own. That is what I mean by death and darkness." His voice was flat, and his words abrupt after what she had just said. The ocean was pure, only humans are corrupt, everything appears corrupt to him. "I can see beauty, Sarina. I can see innocence, I can see weakness." At that moment, his gaze turned to the sea. Not everything was corrupt. Not her. She was the light in a sea of darkness, and he could see that. "The oceans are temperamental. Indeed, one second they can be kind and beautiful, they can allow life to flourish. And then..." He snapped his fingers, quickly turning his head to face her. "Hundreds of people die." There were many instances in which his words certainly rang true. Ships and thus many many lives were claimed because the mood of the water abruptly changed and waves larger than the ships themselves would fold over. It was often described as tragic. "Think of how many lives the oceans have claimed, and tell me still that the sea is as pure and light as you insist." Perhaps it was true, however. All Adrian seemed able to see was the darkness, the corruption. For all except Madeline, who was that little fire in the night. He was a son of Hades however. He was the son of the King of darkness. The prince of darkness, perhaps. Not that he thought himself any differently for it. Adrian Lawley was still as amazing as he had always been.

At her words, Adrian sneered. "I don't need innocent recruits. I don't have an evil masterplan and I am not cliche." He practically spat those words. Pfft. Adrian Lawley, cliche?! No! He was anything but! Soon, he attempted to calm himself, and simply raised a brow. "I would like us to start again, Sarina. You are a strong woman, worth... respecting." Well... to an extent. Perhaps he was lying through his teeth, perhaps not. He would never respect anyone as much as he did for the few he could truly call a friend. But these people were strong in mind and in spirit. They weren't weak and would never hold him back. Not only that, but they were used to his morals and they didn't care to attempt to correct him. It was enjoyable. "Conversely to what you may be used to, the revealing of master plans as such, anyway, is indeed cliche. And illogical. It is from people revealing their plans that things start to go wrong. After all, 'the best laid plans of mice and men, gang aft agley.'" ...'Often go wrong'. The best laid plans of mice and men often go wrong. "So if you are expecting me to be like some sort of villain from a book or a film, who suddenly breaks into a musical number whilst revealing their evil plans..." he smirked at that, imagining himself doing that. Oh, it wasn't his style, but it would have been funny. "then I am afraid you will be disappointed." All he wanted to do anyway was get closer to her, get closer to the Poseidon cabin. It was how he was going to succeed. There was no doubt about it.
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OOC: Blah, I hope this is okay. xDD
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First attempts || Sarina Sept 24, 2014 9:28:02 GMT -6

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Post by Sarina O'Leary on Sept 24, 2014 9:28:02 GMT -6

Sarina rolled her eyes, ready to give up. And if she was completely honest, he did have a point. There was no use in worrying what others thought of you. How you yourself wanted to be was the main thing, even though she could not quite agree with being a bad person, just because you could. There was a difference between freedom of character and imposing on others. Adrian was definitely not considering anything concerning the wellbeing of others. That was not the right way to go about it either. „Sure, that's a good advice – if you care to be considered a total asshole. But I gather by now that you merely don't care, do you? I'd gladly be myself if that doesn't mean others can't be.“

Sure, she wasn't the most samaritan kind of girl, but she had had a comparably good upbringing that had focused on such ethics. It was like with a reef in the ocean: Even though there was a constant competition and also a good amount of hunting involved, each species still allowed the other the space to grow, because they were in many ways dependant on the other. Wasn't it the same with humans? One could perhaps try to breeze through life never needing anyone, but Sarina had found out that it was not entirely possible. Not even for a Demigod, perhaps not even for a son of Hades. He might not admit it, but this isolating and being evil business would not only bring him benefit in the end.

Here he was, talking about the ocean, but in her eyes he could only see one side of it. The dangerous side that was undoubtedly there, but it was to be expected. „It's because no one can tame the wild“, she tried to explain. „Gods and Humans alike think they can subject everything to their will, but they ultimately can't. The purity of the ocean lies in this wildness, in this unpredictability. Purity doesn't necessarily mean gentleness. There is also beauty in power – as I think you might agree with.“ Calling something ugly often enough only was another means to express that you were really afraid of it. Fear becomes hatred, and you never hate what you think beautiful.

Being called cliché had stung, finally at least the ounce of a success. So there was his weak spot: pride. She should have guessed that. Of course he wouldn't like being lumped together with others and called cliché and predictable. And oddly enough, she could respect that. She never really had hated his guts or anything like it, she just didn't want any closer contact with him. Though, he was sharp and strong-minded, both qualities she valued. Her eyebrows rose when he imitated a Scots accent and quoted Burns. „Robert Burns, eh? Not bad. Didn't think you had that in ye, but then I like to be positively surprised. And no, contrary to what you might think, I am rather relieved you're not trying to pose as a run-of-the-mill villain. And also that you cut the music, cause I don't like the idea of basically living a fifties flick.“ She had to grin, trying to imagine herself in that time. Weren't all women supposed to be mousy back then?