Los Angeles, CA

@[R] Kim Sunggyu Sehun was a useless member of society as he spent his days basking in the comforting solace of his lone bedroom at home—home being the decrepit, ramshackle share house in the bleak, lifeless parts of suburban California. The large share house wasn't the greatest place to live at but his little budget could only afford this second-rate, mediocre luxury but he didn't mind (and it was better than living with his overly protective mother who believed it was best to shield Sehun from the cruel, cruel, cruel world abundant in evil, wickedness, and more evil therefore almost never letting him out with normal people which is why Sehun was strapped with poor social skills and awkward stutter that inhibited normal speech). Anyways, Sehun became accustomed to the ornate mess of scattered trash and the faint scent of cheese and bacon and left-over pizza wafting in the air. Besides, living in a share house was great because Sehun would actually make friends with his house mates thus fulfilling his desire for company.

Today, under the advice of a housemate to 'go out and venture into the real world', Sehun found himself wandering into the great Los Angeles—the worst decision ever to be honest because Sehun did not foresee the downwards spiral sh-t storm that was about to take place that day: (1) Sehun was almost nine-hundred per cent certain that he hopped onto the wrong bus (not his fault that he never took public transport); (2) An enraged pregnant woman lectured him on public transport etiquette, telling him to get off the seat and give it to her; (3) so he spent the rest of the bus trip standing, holding onto the handles for dear life; and (4) Sehun was positive this was definitely the wrong bus because this place did not look like Hollywood at all.

Sehun was far too awkward to ask for directions and he decided that if he stayed on the bus any longer, he'd be lost and he'd have to begin his life as an orphan, and no, he did not want to live that kind of life. So instead, Sehun got off the bus at the next stop. He found himself at a desolate, quiet street. In the corner of his eye, he spotted a boy not much older than Sehun himself. Sehun had a little debate with himself whether or not to follow the older boy and chose to follow the older boy because the guy gave the impression that he knew where the hell he was going. With all grace, Sehun attempted to discreetly follow older boy, occasionally diverting his attention elsewhere when the other turned around (probably suspicious) to check. Sehun thought he was doing pretty well at discreetly following the other until he was menacingly shoved against a brick wall and roughly held at the collar. "I JUST WANTED TO GO TO HOLLYWOOD, OKAY, I AM NOT A STALKER, I JUST WANT TO GO TO HOLLYWOOD, PLEASE LET ME GO!1111!!!!1!"

@[R] Oh Sehun

Los Angeles. The best place to be in, with all the points of interest including the ever-famous Hollywood and Universal Studios... not if you're a demigod son of Jupiter, it seemed. Not that Sunggyu didn't enjoy his high school life, but with the weird things that kept happening around him, he couldn't help but miss the camp.

They were right by saying he was practically one of the strongest magnets for monsters. How many children of the Big Three are there around the world, anyway? Even then, he had just practically ran away from another empousai leader (not that he couldn't kill it, he was just lazy to clean up the mess)—he was still panting the moment he got into the bus that would take him near the area of his apartment.

A high-school student living alone in an apartment was unusual, but Sunggyu has his actress mother to blame. With one of his parents busy doing godly business and the other busy doing her acting gigs, he would be alone anyway—and he'd rather move out than having the monsters chasing him to his mother's mansion (too precious to destroy, honestly).

The young demigod released a relieved sigh the moment he got out of the bus to the quieter streets. Finally he was free from those monsters, at least for a while, he thought. He still has homeworks to do, a girlfriend to visit, and books to read. Sometimes he really felt like yelling to those monsters to leave him alone because seriously, he has better things to do than killing monsters, no matter how much he liked the feeling of winning a battle.

But if he thought he was free from trouble from the time being... he couldn't be more wrong.

@♦ Nemesis Well, the fact that Nemesis wasn't a smiling deity was no surprise to Apollo; for how many centuries had he known her, after all?

"Bloody, eh?" He chuckled. The similarity she had with Ares was quite shocking. Then again, revenge are what fuels war sometimes...

The sun god smirked at the question.

"Let's just say that the - let me correct you - not-so-mighty Olympian is spying on his own child while reading a quite interesting mortal book because he's already gotten bored of the Olympian tabloids. And now he is wondering if the deity of revenge has come here only to bathe herself in the evening sunlight."

@♦ Apollo "Fancy meeting you here, Nemesis."

Oh, she can /never/ mistake that voice.

"How goes your trip to Saudi?"

/Or/ the looks, she couldn't help but think when - by his words - Nemesis lowered her head and looked straight at a familiar form sitting on the bench just in front of her. Despite her sunglasses covering her eyes, of course, she still sent an undeniable smirk along his way. Because again, Nemesis is no smiling deity.

"Quite fun, actually." She answered, the rough tinge in her otherwise practically smooth voice evident. "People thought that their highest deity had sent them the go-signal to be all bloody." She breathed a bit deeply before throwing back the question.

"But then again, I should probably not do all the talking. It's quite novel that I actually saw a mighty olympian from the high grounds being something so... mortal. What goes?"

@♦ Nemesis Oh, but he knows.

Despite the face Apollo sees the moment he peeked from behind his book, which he would prefer not to disclose, he had already identified the deity of revenge sitting on a bench across him. Of course, because he knows, he simply went back to his book with a grin.

Mortals around had uneasily scurried away, and the male deity couldn't help but chuckle mentally at the contrast; if Nemesis was wearing red and black, he was with blue and white, and of course the difference in the glances mortals gave them said it all. It was funny, though; Nemesis was not exactly his opposite deity, and yet at first glance it seemed so.

"Fancy meeting you here, Nemesis."

Lowering the book he was reading, now Apollo looked fully at the revenge goddess with the sunlight hitting her sunglasses, his lips curling up into a smile.

"How goes your trip to Saudi?"

@♦ Apollo From seemingly the other side of the park, many pairs of eyes turned towards the sight of a shiny silver motorbike parking by the sidewalk only for a woman to dismount, earning her stares and some whispers from the people. Of course, for the familiar deity sporting her shiny red jacket, black top, pants and boots, this was just a normal scene. After all, to anybody, she looks like the person they want to get revenge on.

But funnily - though she does not laugh about this - the one that people want to get revenge on almost always turn out to be the people they are most jealous with. Even funnier is that she looked much more beautiful than she initially looked because of this fact.

Soft scrunches on the grass are the introductory sounds of Nemesis's entrance into the mortal territory, something that she honestly haven't been delving into for more than how many years. Sunlight is gleaming on the sunglasses she opted to wear, and perhaps it was really for the better that she did because when she looks at the human beings - may sanity be upon them - they get doubly uneasy because the people they want to get revenge on the most is staring icily at them. Who would /not/ be uneasy with that?

Despite the whispers, the glances, and the silent hate being thrown at her, the deity wordlessly went to a bench that was initially occupied but quickly got vacant because the occupants broke off into a run because of unease. She just sat on it, crossed her legs, leaned her head back, crossed her arms and closed her eyes. The sunlight still hit her sunglasses, but she could care less.

It's been quite a while since she had gone out in human form. What is so wrong with testing out a body once in a while?

@[G] Byun Baekhyun Oh.

Krystal just actually remembered how, despite the fact that both of them were legal (since she sort of had a feeling Baekhyun is already of age, needless of having to ask), they had no enough money to pay for mortal fare. It was a big disadvantage when all you’ve got is a bag of ancient drachmas—and using that would be insane. She couldn’t blame the male when they both had to escape from the infuriated driver. It happens.

She had to pause momentarily to look up at the building in front of them before looking at the male. Cinemas? They sneaked out of camp just to watch a movie? She didn’t see that coming.

Krystal took the ticket from his grasp. “Frozen?” she mutters incoherently, brows slightly creased. She was sure she had heard this somewhere… probably some trailer from the television. At least having to watch a movie was better than constantly being on the run from the monsters if they take a stroll around instead… “Alright.” she nods, trailing after him. Besides, he seemed fairly excited with the idea of having to watch the certain animated movie.

@[G] Krystal Jung The busy streets of Los Angeles were pretty much home to Baekhyun, noticing how the feeling of nostalgia had vanished after arriving in this place for a short amount of time. Finally, no demigods. No camp. Maybe a bit of monsters, yeah but he's willing to take the risk. Ecstatic, he couldn't help but get off the cab before paying the driver.

"Oh, wait just a sec." Baekhyun reached for his pocket to bring out the wallet he owned ever since god knows when. Beside the grumpy looking Baekhyun picture were a pair of coins--coins that weren't enough to pay the price they owned. He stared at Krystal, then back at driver, suddenly cursing his luck. Baekhyun closed the cab door and pulled Krystal in a fast movement. That was the second time, Baekhyun thought, that he had ran for his life. And in this case, the angry taxi driver's face was worse than the manticore they dealt with back then.

They finally stopped right in front of their destination, the ArcLight Cinemas was standing tall just right above them. People were rushing in and Baekhyun fished for the tickets in his pocket. The movie was entitled 'Frozen' and it looked like a Disney film. Baekhyun loved Disney films so he had no hesitation to take the suspiciously two tickets lying on the floor of his cabin a week ago. It was weird, yeah, he didn't know which one was worse. The fact that someone might have wanted Baekhyun to get out of camp or someone discovering his love for Disney movies.

Passing the ticket to Krystal, he beamed. "Let's go?"

@Nemesis

Most people wouldn't have thought the sun god was among them.

Apollo sat on a bench in the park, a book held on his hand; really, mortal books has proven to be more interesting than Olympus tabloid. The minor gods has been complaining about all sorts of things, which was usual - while he, as the patron god of art, needs something more refreshing than that. Besides, he doesn't need the Olympus news to tell him anything. Convenient having the eye that sees everything, eh?

For a moment, his eyes glowed behind the book, hidden from the mortal eyes. Zeus might have forbid them to meddle in their children's lives, but for Apollo, sometimes rules are made to be broken.

But, he reminded himself once more, it is not your turn yet... but then again, soon enough, it would be. Three days were nothing for him who had lived for thousands of years.

And the god sat there, silent and unmoving as a Greek god statue, except that he was real - secretly smirking at the glances thrown at him.