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Post by Max on Jun 20, 2012 13:18:35 GMT -5
Alright so here's the deal, this is not a diary, its a journal. Knowing myself better than anyone, this is my last resort. I swear there is nothing to do down here. Then again my dad bombards me with lists and lists of chores to do. He had me clean the bottom of The River Styx, that's right, The River Styx. Not to mention that time I had to feed one of his disgusting pets. I lost my eyebrows! Thankfully they grew back in time.
So dear Journal,
Ive been down here for maybe 4 years now. The best way I could describe it is, well its hell. Get the picture? Fire, steam, screaming, blood. Oh and of course the smell. I'm a little sad to say Im pretty much used to the smell of burning flesh... I havent seen anyone I know, other than my dad and Persephone. Persephone is alright, but a little bratty. The first time I saw her she told me she loved my hair style, but that I could do so much more to draw attention. I dont want attention, I want out of the underworld.
My father is the strangest person I know, and I have had my fair share of strange people. He seems very bipolar. Hades doesnt really like any of his children. Nico has always told me Im his favorite. I really hope not, he never talks to me. If that's showing favoritism then I really feel sorry for whoever his least favorite is!
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Post by Max on Jun 21, 2012 15:37:16 GMT -5
I sat in the underworld. It was hot so I wore a tank top and shorts, but of course being in hell, i still sweat. My hair is pulled back and out of my face. I sip on a little water, but it doesnt help my thirst. I thought being Hades daughter I would get more benefits but no. Then again I dont have to suffer like some people do down here.
I talked to Nico a couple days ago. He said he had met a girl named Josie at Camp Half Blood. I think he really likes her, I hope she feels the same way.
I took another drink of water and started wandering through the underworld. I know Im not going to get lost though. I could just shadow travel back to my room. So I walked and walked. I didnt expect to see anyone, but I actually did. He was just sitting on the floor of the underworld. He looked about a year or two younger than me.
"Hello?" I said looking at him. He didnt move or awknoledge me. I sat myself in front of him. His knees were bent and his back was arched. His gaze was glued to the ground. I waved my hand trying to get him to look up. He didnt.
"Alright..." I said a little annoyed. "Im Bianca." I smiled, still not getting his attention. At least he was breathing so I knew he was alive. Well not alive, but there. I poked his knee and was startled at how cold his skin was. "So if youre not going to say anything, Im just going to let you listen." I said. I was just glad to have something breathing that I could talk to.
"So like I said earlier, I'm Bianca. Bianca di Angelo." I started. "Ive been dead for four years, twenty-nine days, thirteen hours, and six minutes. Ummm... My favorite color is purple, I hate milk, and I like long walks on the beach." I laughed at my little joke and looked at my friend. He hadnt moved.
I blew my side bangs out of my eye and bit my lip. "I was once trapped in a siren's hotel. Siren as in the monster. I know it sounds weird, but they are real." I started talking again. "I have a younger brother named Nico. He's still alive though. Not that Im not happy for him. I want him to have a life. I just hope he doesnt hold grudge against my friends. I died at the Junkyard of the Gods." I looked down at the ground trying to find what my friend was looking at.
"I know it stupid, but I was trying to get a gift for my brother. The gods didnt like that so they sent a robot after me and my friends. I tried to stop it but me and the robot hit a power line. Then the next thing I knew I was here, in this waste land." I sighed.
Then my father so rudely interrupted our conversation, er my monologue. I leave to do whatever crazy chore he has for me.
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