the new girl - zach

[Taylor Holland]

Two thousand years I've been awake
Waiting for the day to shake

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Taylor stared at the building in front of her and swallowed heavily. It was huge, and her mother just up and enrolled her into some program she probably wouldn’t even enjoy. Leave it to Rachel to pawn off her daughter (and her “issues”) first chance she got to whoever would take the blond haired teenager. “Maybe graduating high school early wasn’t such a wise idea.” She muttered under her breath, as students moved around her and her family, most seeming to know where they were going already.

“Non-sense Taylor! Stop being ungrateful and help move your stuff up to your dorm room.” Her mother’s voice screeched against Taylor’s ear drums as she spoke with her ‘hurry up and stop wasting my time’ tone of voice. The woman was such a bitch. Always had been to Taylor, though she assumed it was mostly out of jealousy. Taylor was slender and blonde while her mother was curvy and red headed.

Grabbing some of her bags, she purposely bumped her mother with one as she backed away from the truck and headed towards the entrance to her dormitory. She was undoubtedly the younger person that was going to be in any of her classes, having finished her high school credits earlier over the summer. Home schooling had probably been the best thing Rachel had ever done for Taylor short of getting her guitar lessons, though having David been the one to moderate her had been a particularly large blessing. Now, she was here, at university at the age of seventeen in a totally different city and state than her home had been, but only three hours away from her family. Don’t stress about it, this is a good chance for you to get away from the harpy. She thought to herself as she pushed open the door to her particular room. Inside was empty and she could only assume her roommate hadn’t arrived yet. Excellent, first choices.

“Hopefully she doesn’t mind your snoring.” DJ’s voice piped up from the door way behind the blond girl, a cheeky grin on the young kids face. “This looks like it’s bigger than that camper you used to go out in, so it shouldn’t be too bad for ya right.” He teased, setting her boxes down on the floor once Taylor had moved to let him in.

“You’re such a dweeb DJ. I’m surprised you aren’t oogling the college girls.” She snapped back, setting her bags down on the bed she had decided on. This was going to be a long ass day. Not that she had much stuff: clothes, bedding, computer stuff, guitar, amp and her bow & arrow set. She was pretty sure her bow and arrows would be considered weapons if anyone else found them so she’d keep those well hidden from anyone who may stumble across them. No, what was going to make the day long was the unpacking, the organizing … the getting things out of the car so her mother could get out of her hair and stop being a bitch.

Surprisingly, it hadn’t taken long at all for Taylor’s stuff to be dumped into her room and left to her own devices with a credit card David gave her. “You know, for food and school stuff.” He had said that last bit with a wink, like he knew something she didn’t. After her first experience with alcohol, Taylor hadn’t touched a drop since (not that it was hard to avoid for a minor). “Guess I’ll unpack later. I need something to eat.” She grumbled, having not had a chance to eat yet that day and figured it would give her a chance to test out just how good her powers were at finding her way around an unknown place.

Making her way down the hall after double checking to make sure she had her keys for the room, the young woman headed through the throngs of older students, most of whom were laughing and joking with others they seemed to know. Relax Tay, you’ll be fine. Survival is what you’re best at… next to finding your way around places She reassured herself, smiling through the pale red lip stick and dark smoky eye shadow on her face. She wasn’t a girly-girl but she did know how to put make up on. The heels of her boots clicked on the linolyum flooring, echoing in her ears and making her wish she had taken them off before leaving the dorm. Rachel had insisted she wore shoes to the school from their new home, though Taylor never knew what could be on the ground of the university hidden in the grass. Broken bottles, such items could cause her feet much damage so for that she was grateful to the black three inch heeled items on her small feet.

Slipping down the stairs and out into the sun, she blinked as the light temporarily blinded her. Raising a pale hand up, she shielded her eyes from the rays and made her way down the concrete steps, past others still. Man there were a lot of students here. She spotted a group of girls chatting off to the left, and behind them a soccer field. A small smile tugged the corners of her lips. It’d be the perfect place to set up targets at night when everyone else was in bed and practices were done. Heading in that direction to check it out, she found the group of girls in front of her. It seemed they thought she had been smiling at them.

“And just what are you smiling at, freak? The brunette speaking to her looked like a Barbie doll that had been drawn on by a three year old… though Taylor wasn’t about to say that. Not out right anyways.

“Well it wasn’t you that’s for sure.” She cooed, pushing through the group of Barbie’s. Chains jingled on her jean legs as she cast the stunned group a smile before walking to the field. The closer she got, the more she thought she saw someone out on the green grass and it made her curious as to what all the school had to offer. Already it offered weird accommodations, girls that thought they were still in high school and a big old field that would be perfect for late night target practice. Would it have cute boys too? Reaching the fenced perimeter, she smiled to herself. It did indeed. She could see one out in the field kicking a soccer ball around, practicing perhaps?

Glancing around she didn’t see an immediately close entrance so, she hopped the four foot fence and landed half crouched before straightening and adjusting her jacket. Nonchalantly, she whistled, not that far away from the guy who was probably at least two years older than her, easily three.

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To all of you who've wronged me
I am, I am a zombie

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[Zach Grigori]

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Zach cranked up the rock music until it was blaring out of his IPOD before tucking the device back in his pocket. Wearing blue gym shorts and a gray t-shirt, he kicked a soccer ball out in front of himself toward the middle of the field. The cord on the headphones was likely to get in his way, but he didn't plan on doing anything too strenuous. He wasn't even practicing, really. At least, not the way he usually would. Normally, he'd be kicking up dirt, eating grass, and bruising himself. None of those things happened because he wasn't good, but because he was intense about it. He didn't care if he got hurt doing something or not. He was the type of guy who, once a course of action was decided upon, did everything in his power to carry it out. Once Zach made up his mind about something, he got tunnel vision, and everything else, every distraction, simply ceased to exist for him.

Today was a bit different, though. Zach wasn't out on the field to hone his skills at sports. Today he was on the field to think and because it felt good to stretch his muscles out. He didn't know what the gods had in store for him, but he was pretty sure playing soccer wasn't on the list. He had to enjoy it while he could. Dribbling the ball in a medium-sized circle, Zach thought about his mother. He was an adult, so it wasn't like she needed him or anything, but what would he tell her? Hey mom, you know all that stuff going on in the Himalayas? Yeah, that's the gods and they want me to work for them. Gotta go! Rolling the ball up on to the top of his foot, he kicked it up and started bouncing it on his knees. Something told him that conversation wouldn't go over very well. Being a psychologist, she'd be most likely to lock him up in a padded room somewhere. If he showed her his powers in an attempt to prove it she might just sell him to a lab, so Zach was back to square one. What did he tell her?

Zach kneed the ball up into the air and head-butted it into an imaginary goal, making one if his ear buds fall out. He watched the ball bounce and roll toward the girls dorms, catching sight of a very blonde girl jump the fence. Wow, that girl was agile. He had to admit to a bit of admiration for that. Well, she was drop-dead gorgeous too. He watched her straighten her jacket out of the corner of his eye as he fetched the ball. Sticking his toe under the ball, he flipped it up into his hands just as the girl whistled. Momentarily confused, Zach looked around for the person she was whistling at before he remembered he was the only one out there. Idiot. He shook his head and laughed at himself before jogging to the bench to put the ball back. Pulling the remaining ear bud from his ear, he tucked the whole contraption in his bag that he'd left in the grass. The girl didn't look very old, but she looked confident which threw him off for a moment. He slung the bag over his shoulder and made his way to her. "New student? No offense, but you have that look to you." He winked to take any sting out of his words. The simple fact was she didn't look old enough to be in college at all. He wasn't going to tell her that, though. "Need any help?"

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WORDS!: 650-ish?
TAG!: Taylor
NOTES!: None
APPEARANCE!: Clicky!
LYRICS!: Sound of Madness by Shinedown
CREDITS!: To me!! <3

[Taylor Holland]

Two thousand years I've been awake
Waiting for the day to shake

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From what Taylor could tell, the guy was an athlete at least to some degree. She watched his control over the ball and had to admit to being at least a little bit impressed. Not to be shallow but athletic boys generally seemed to be cuter for some unknown reason. Oh right, because it meant they might actually keep up with her. She had missed just how the ball ended up rolling toward the corner of the field but she didn’t miss him flip the round plastic sphere up into his hands or his absolutely blonde moment as he looked around to see who Taylor was whistling at. A faint smirk crossed her face when it finally seemed to click in poor jock boy’s head that it had in fact been intended for him since there was no one else around. “If they’re physically cute you can’t expect them to be overly bright.” She thought in a bemused fashion, watching him curiously as he made his way over to the pile laying on the grass which turned out to be his bag. Prepared was good, it meant organized and while she wasn’t OCD, organization was good.

“New student? No offense , but you have that look to you.” He winked at her upon approaching her and speaking to her. She was sure she could feel the evil death glares of the girls she’d pushed past earlier burning holes through the leather on her back. Hell she could almost smell it burning in her mind. Studying the guy a little better, intaking more detail now that he was closer, she smiled to herself. Definitely a cutie. ”Need any help?”

Taylor nodded to his first question. She was pretty sure it was obvious, through her tough exterior she was like a deer caught in the headlights of a vehicle. Scared, stunned, confused, you know, the typical feelings felt by any seventeen year old being put into the ocean out of a goldfish bowl. “Yeah, that obvious huh?” She teased a little, stuffing her black polished fingers into her coat pockets. “Just moved in today … about fourty-five minutes ago actually. You would have been a great help then.” She smiled a little, to let him know she was teasing thought it was true. Some of her boxes had been unreasonably heavy and it made her wonder just how much of her stuff would actually be at her parents’ house and how much ended up in her tiny little dorm. “As of right now though… I don’t think there’s much you can help me with unless you want to give me a tour.” Not that it mattered, Taylor was an amazing tracker and could find her way around anything but it gave her an excuse to be with a cute boy and maybe actually make a friend.

“You had some pretty fancy foot-work going on. Do you play competitive?” It was a harmless question that she was actually a bit interested in. She hadn’t done any research into the university’s sports teams because, well she really hadn’t planned on coming to any university, let along the one in Wichita.

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To all of you who've wronged me
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[Zach Grigori]

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The sun was warm on Zach's back as he started walking toward the gate in the fence surrounding the soccer field. It wasn't that far from where the girl had hopped the fence, and it made him curious about why she hadn't used it. Of course, the gate did blend in pretty well with the adjoining fence. Maybe the coach or someone should put a flag or a sign there. With the appalling number of completely stupid people who attended (or skipped) classes here, maybe a giant neon arrow would be best. Zach wasn't valedictorian or anything, but someone should really take a closer look at some of the students they let in to the university. He really hoped this new girl wasn't one of the idiot drones he usually saw. He peeked at her from the corner of his eye as he walked.

She was admonishing him for not offering to help earlier while she was moving in and Zach smiled. "Well, the next time you decide to move, call me and I'll help." He gave her a mischievous grin as he opened the gate for her then shutting it behind himself. "Now do you want the 'welcome-to-the-university, this-is-all-the-boring-stuff-the-faculty-wants-you-to-know' tour, or the 'welcome-to-the-university, this-is-what-you-really-need-to-know' tour?" While he didn't know everyone on campus, he was friendly with quite a few people. This girl didn't seem too interested in popularity contests, but if she was, he could help her out a bit. He was almost hesitant about that, in a way. He was convinced the "popular" girls did some sort of brain-washing ceremony to new people. Those who refused to be brain-washed got lumped in with the nerds. That wasn't such a bad thing, but she seemed to have a mind of her own and he'd hate to see her turn into a prancing sheep with fake nails.

Zach was brought out of his thoughts when he heard her mention foot work. "Do you play competitive?" He hefted the other strap of his bag onto his shoulder and made a point of ignoring the group of sycophant girls before he answered. "Not really. I mean, I'm captain of the team here, but I don't play outside of the university." He shrugged. "I had a couple of offers, but I turned them down." He wasn't about to tell her the reason why he had. Zach loved soccer. Any other time, he would have pounced on those offers like he was a drowning man looking for his next breath. However, what Zeus was offering was a bit more tempting. Immortality. Add in some awesome powers along with that, and soccer seemed like a child's dream. Turning back to the new girl, he asked, "What's your name, anyway? I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I'd hate to call you 'hey you' all through my awesome tour. Besides, I'm going to go on faith and tell you my name first." He waited, creating a nice theatrical pause. It gave her time to wonder if his name was something completely horrible. "It's Zach. Zach Grigori." He let out a laugh at himself as they started to approach the main dormitory for the girls, which he was pretty sure she was familiar with already.

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WORDS!: 650-ish
TAG!: Taylor
NOTES!: None!
APPEARANCE!: Clicky!
LYRICS!: Sound of Madness by Shinedown
CREDITS!: To me!! <3

[Taylor Holland]

A small thoughtful but mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of the blond girls bow shaped lips as she smiled at the boy. ”Careful what you wish for, it might just happen.” She mused as they exited the soccer field and her eyes scanned the building that she was going to be living in for the next several months if the school and her mother had their way. Taylor didn’t want to be in university, not when she could be doing awesome other things like being Immortal. Hell that was the reason she had agreed to move from Alaska to Kansas, was because she was supposed to find some boy named Zach that was supposedly the descendent of Zeus. Of course, she had a hell of a time believing that, even after being told she was descended from Artemis. Besides, how was she supposed to find this guy, in a school of how many thousands? Really, it wasn’t like she could just walk up to ever guy on campus named Zach and ask ‘oh hey, are you Descended of Zeus by any chance? My name is Taylor and I’m supposed to be helping you put fear back into normal people.’ Although once she thought about it, that would be exactly how she would find the guy. Everyone else might think she was crazy if she asked but it was a fool proof way … until someone decided to report her and have her thrown off campus or something for being nuts.

Giving the building a temporary glare, she turned her attention back to the attractive soccer-playing boy and smiled as he asked her just what kind of tour she wanted. The boring one, or the need to know one. “Hmm, how about both. Take me on the need to know one and if there’s something that falls into the other category, point it out… at least if it’s something important like a class room or the library.” She offered with a smile, her fingers slipping into the front pockets of her jeans. She quirked an eyebrow at him when he vaguely explained his connection to the soccer in the university and in the city. “Oh? Why’d you do something silly like that?” She asked, though in the back of her mind couldn’t help but wonder if today was going to be her lucky day. She hadn’t been told what the boy looked like, simply that his name was Zach… though she wasn’t even sure of this current boys name so it she didn’t think it wise to get ahead of herself just yet. “I mean, you seem to be pretty good so obviously you must like the sport a little bit, to be out here playing around.” She added, giving a group of glaring girls a polite smile.

When he asked for her name, she smiled a bit. How cute, how oh so gentlemanly of him even offering to give her the option of not telling him her name at the risk of being called ‘hey you’ every time he addressed her. Yes, it seemed chivalry hadn’t died, but was trying to modernize itself. “Taylor. Taylor Holland. Pleasure to meet you Zach.” She nodded her head in appreciate of learning his name and tucked it into her memory banks. The question came back to her of if he was the guy she was supposed to be looking for, or she was really just going nuts and needed away from Alaska and wasn’t actually descended of Artemis. Giving the area a quick glance to make sure no one else was close enough to really hear her ask, she gave him a side glance. “Are you the Descendent of Zeus by chance?” She sucked in some air and held it, waiting for the response that she was sure to be laughter and possible mockery. Honestly, how often does a person ask such a question and so blatantly. Tay wasn’t one to beat around the bush and it would drive her bonkers until she had an answer.

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WORDS!674
STATUS! complete
TAGS! zach
NOTES! Text
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Thought/Other Speech
INSPIRATION! the only exception ; paramore
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3
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[Zach Grigori]

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Zach absently fingered the iPOD in his pocket, already missing the steady stream of music as he walked the new girl toward the dorms. “Hmm, how about both. Take me on the need to know one and if there’s something that falls into the other category, point it out… at least if it’s something important like a class room or the library.” Zach nodded at her request and led her a bit farther away from where she'd started. "That little half-alleyway over there is where all the cheerleaders and such go to get felt up by half-drunken idiots, not that you'd ever end up back there, " he added hastily. "Just so you know if some jerk starts leading you that way, he's not doing it to talk." Zach grimaced at himself and kept walking. So much for being smooth.

They both kept walking while exchanging idle chatter that veered toward soccer. He thought the girl was going to drop the subject and move on to something else, but he was mistaken when she asked why he'd turned down offers to play professionally. Dangerous territory, Zach, he told himself. He opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Thankfully, he didn't have to say anything because she continued. “I mean, you seem to be pretty good so obviously you must like the sport a little bit, to be out here playing around.” He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "I love it, and practicing helps me clear my head when I've got a lot on my mind. And I wouldn't exactly call it 'playing around.'" He smirked as he guided her around the milling people in the main courtyard, pointing out various areas that were good for studying, hanging out, or getting in trouble. "That's the emo corner over there, with the snobs not too far away, which I find amusing."

They were moving farther and farther away from the main body of people as they exchanged introductions. When she said her name was Taylor Holland, Zach got a prickling sensation that ran up the back of his neck. It was there and gone so quickly, he wasn't sure he'd even felt it. He'd decided to ignore the feeling for the time being and was about to point out the faculty offices when Taylor looked at him sideways, like she was sharing a secret. “Are you the Descendant of Zeus by chance?” Zach stopped walking and stood staring at her, eyes wide. He could feel an electric current run throughout his body and didn't think much of it until his pocket started smoking. Damn it. He'd forgotten about his iPOD. Reaching into his shorts pocket, he pulled out the steaming chunk of metal that was now useless. He took a quick look around to make sure nobody had heard Taylor or seen him before looking straight up at the clear sky. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" As usual, there was no answer.

Zach wasn't the type of person to get flustered easily, but he felt a little weak in the knees. Standing in front of him was the first person he'd talked to about the gods who wasn't a god themselves. Ares had told him that he'd be sending people Zach's way, but he hadn't expected anyone to show up this soon. Holding up his fried mp3 player, he raised his eyebrows at Taylor. He redirected the current of electricity from his body into his hand and what was left of the iPOD sparked and melted. "Congratulations. You found me." His playful tone was gone now, replaced by a much more serious demeanor. He had to find some place where he could talk to Taylor alone. Tossing the ruined iPOD in the nearest trash can, he motioned for Taylor to follow him before walking briskly toward the nearest building. Nobody would be in the west wing of the labs until 4pm. While he was walking, it really hit him. He was the descendant of Zeus, and this was his destiny.

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WORDS!: 700 exactly!
TAG!: Taylor
NOTES!: None!
APPEARANCE!: Clicky!
LYRICS!: Sound of Madness by Shinedown
CREDITS!: To me!! <3

[Taylor Holland]

Following the boys lead, she eyed the alleyway cautiously. If it was a good place for quick hook ups, it could also be useful for hiding and ambushes. Not that Taylor would do anything like that, at least not without a good reason but one could never be too aware of such spots… especially if you’re roommates are annoying as all hell. She refused to believe it had anything to do with her grandfathers military background and how both he and her father would remind her to always be aware of “enemy hide-outs” though with her dad it wasn’t so much enemy’s as predatory dens. Pushing the thought back to the recesses of her mind, Taylor smiled as she listened to him try to dig himself out of the hole he had created. “Are you always so easily flustered when talking to girls you haven’t boned?” She asked, smirking at him as she patted his shoulder. Her tone was teasing, smiling thoughtfully as she pushed hair out of her face. “So how many have you persuaded into that little corner of Cupid haven?” She pondered aloud, teasingly though keep both questions quiet enough for only him to hear. She didn’t want to embarrass the boy too badly before she really got to know him. Burning bridges wasn’t exactly on her agenda for the day, let alone ones that were just forming. No that would have been counter-productive.

Keeping a fairly innocent expression on her face as they moved through the throngs of people, the chat was kept to a friendly minimum with the exception of her questions. If she wasn’t careful, her “poorly mannered mouth” would get her into far much more trouble than it was worth. At least that’s what her mother kept saying. If she didn’t keep her tongue in check she’d find herself in a very bad situation. Not that Taylor often heeded those words of advice since more often than not the person would be in far too much shock to retaliate right away… or they wouldn’t be able to catch the blonde in a fight. As they went Taylor nodded while he pointed places out and making her wish she had grabbed her camera from her dorm. She was curious if the horticultural students took care of the flowers and if they had a club she could join while she was there. Hearing him answer her questions about soccer she laughed when he said he wouldn’t call it playing around. “Oh no? What would you call it then? Fondling the ball?” She laughed, shaking her head a bit. Oh yes, that tongue of hers was going to give someone a coronary. Something she seemed to have almost done with her question regarding ancestry.

The smell of melted metal and plastic wafted lightly from Zach’s pocket and his hair had fizzed a little bit. “Well… that answers that question.” She mused dryly, head tilted as she sized up the guy that was supposed to be her “superior officer” in the words of her grandfather. She gave the boy credit, at least he looked healthy enough to be a leader… she just hoped his brains weren’t fried like the iPod in his hand. “I, uh… sorry about the iPod… I can get you a new one.” Taylor rubbed the back of her neck as he looked up at the sky and asked if someone was trying to give him a heart attack. “Well, if I haven’t killed you yet than I doubt he’ll be able to either with little surprises.” She offered with a smile. Poor guy was going to have a heart attack yet, though it made her wonder… since he already has electricity flowing through his veins how a defibrillator would work on him or if he would cause it to short out. Maybe he’d let her try it later.

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WORDS!637
STATUS! complete
TAGS! zach
NOTES! Text
Speech
Thought/Other Speech
INSPIRATION! whatchalisteningto?!
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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[Zach Grigori]

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Zach was becoming very aware of something as the tour progressed. Taylor's tongue was sharper than a fillet knife. It was actually quite refreshing to talk to someone who was that outspoken, and he couldn't help smiling. Her next question threw him off guard, though, and he sputtered for a moment. "I'm not flustered." He peeked out of the corner of his eye at her to see if she bought it. Probably not. "Okay, whenever I dig myself into a hole I usually have trouble digging myself back out again. If I can avoid the pitfalls, I'm usually alright." He glanced at her again. "And no, whether or not I've 'boned' a girl has nothing to do with it." Taylor was going to end up getting him in trouble and he had a sinking feeling there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. Of course, having her pat him on the shoulder like she was sympathetic for a perceived handicap didn't exactly inflate his ego, either.

“So how many have you persuaded into that little corner of Cupid haven?” Oh, yes. Taylor was definitely going to get him into trouble. "If you want me to be honest, two; only one of which was worth my time. The first one was Sarah my freshman year. That lasted all of about two minutes. Then Lily my junior year. That was a bit more productive." He said it with a smile at the memory and hoped she didn't think he was a complete jerk. It was college after all. Students were expected to act like idiots. Especially the males.

After pointing out a few more things and denying that he fondled balls, Zach was completely shocked--literally and figuratively--when Taylor sprung the question about Zeus. Here was this spitfire freshman, looking completely normal, asking him about his ancestry. After completely destroying his iPOD, which he hoped didn't attract any unwanted attention, he looked down at Taylor to find her relatively unruffled. “Well… that answers that question.” He studied her more closely, wondering who she was a descendant of. Athena, perhaps? She certainly had the tongue for it, but somehow it didn't quite fit. “I, uh… sorry about the iPOD… I can get you a new one.” Zach shook his head absently. He wasn't worried about the MP3 player when he had much more pressing problems to contend with. Figuring out what to do with Taylor, for example.

After turning away from her and assuming she would follow, he said, "Zeus won't kill me, but I'm fairly certain he could if he tried. As far as I'm concerned, it much better just to avoid pissing him off." Apparently, that included looking out for Taylor whether she wanted him too or not. He reached the entrance to the west wing of the nursing building and ushered Taylor inside, locking the door behind them. He didn't waste any time on idle chatter now. This mission that he'd been charged with was too important, and he needed all the information he could get. "This is going to sound really abrupt, but I have a few questions for you. Who is your Olympian ancestor, and who unlocked your powers?" The first question was partly for curiosity's sake, but it would also tell him where Taylor's strengths lay. The second question was to prove that she really was Fallen, since Heroes didn't need their powers unlocked. Zach stood in front of her like a statue, arms folded, having gone from college student to demigod leader in a matter of heartbeats.

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WORDS!: 615
TAG!: Taylor
NOTES!: None!
APPEARANCE!: Clicky!
LYRICS!: Sound of Madness by Shinedown
CREDITS!: To me!! <3

[Taylor Holland]

A small smirk crossed Taylor’s face when he tried to cover up his verbal stumbles. Of course he wasn’t flustered, why would a little thing like her fluster him. “That seems to be a common trait in the male species. Shocking really that you guys still haven’t managed to find a failsafe way of avoiding such pitfalls.” She smiled teasingly at him, was she being mean? Maybe a little bit but he seemed to be dealing with it rather well. He wasn’t telling her to fuck off or ditch her somewhere so she couldn’t have been all that bad. Her defense: first day in a new place that she didn’t want to be at on a mission she didn’t want to be part of. Of course that would make anyone a little testy right? She paused in thought, maybe she should apologize, so he wouldn’t think she was a completely cold-hearted person with the tongue of a viper. “Ugh, sorry if I seem a little viper-liked. It’s been a long day and no one else takes to my joking light heartedly. I can apparently appear ‘offensive’.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

Listening to him reminisce about the two times he had been to the little corner of inebriated heaven, she giggled at the grin on his face. “A bit more productive huh? What you mean you lasted more than 30 seconds?” She winked and laughed. Oh so mean but probably oh so true. People who drank did strange things and in her opinion boys who had been drinking and got a little too drunk didn’t normally last long. After poking some more fun at him, and taking some in return, she couldn’t help but giggle at the way bits of his hair stood up after zapping himself. He had a point when he said Zeus wouldn’t kill him. That would be counter-productive to the big mans master plan, plus it would be a waste of a cute and fun to tease boy. “Hmm, sounds like a typical parent. Better left alone than deal with them.” She mused, glancing at the sky with a bit of a glare.

Following him into the lab, she could have laughed when he warned her about his upcoming abruptness. “First of all darlin’, after the verbal first layer of hell you just went through, abrupt isn’t a problem as you should know.” She mused, sitting on a table. “Secondly, my darling Ancestor is Artemis.” She smiled and made a bow shooting motion. “Oddly really handy passed down through my pa’s side.” Adding a southern drawl just for fun. “As for your final question: Ares.” Clapping her hands together, she smirked. “Do I pass? Do I get a little pin or jacket saying I’m an official member of the Greek God Lackies?” She was pretty sure Zeus would hit her with karma later but until their missions were done, she wasn’t really too worried about punishment. After all, what was the worst that could happen in the modern age.

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