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LUKE CASTELLAN
Probably kind of a jackass, but what can you do?
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Adam Parrish
I'm not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me
and I love you so much, I'm gonna let you kill me
There's a ghost in my lungs and it sighs in my sleep
Wraps itself around my tongue as it softly speaks
Then it walks, then it walks with my legs
To fall, to fall, to fall at your feet
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Day Two, post-trial;
[The trial had been a shitshow. That was fact. His nose continued to throb even after he applied the cold compress to it. That was also fact. But curfew was coming soon and he didn't have an appetite for dinner so he departed from his previous location and made his way back to his room.
Perhaps he should be embarrassed that when he enters the apartment shirtless with a bloody and wet shirt balled up and pressed to his nose Elizabeth is already there. Perhaps he should have some decency. But instead all he does is linger in the doorway as he studies her carefully. He takes a breath before shutting the door behind him, leaning against it.]
Well...guess that's one less person to fight with over the bed. [Even if it's a joke, it's obvious he's uncomfortable by the events of the evening. But he needs to gauge her reactions first.]
Perhaps he should be embarrassed that when he enters the apartment shirtless with a bloody and wet shirt balled up and pressed to his nose Elizabeth is already there. Perhaps he should have some decency. But instead all he does is linger in the doorway as he studies her carefully. He takes a breath before shutting the door behind him, leaning against it.]
Well...guess that's one less person to fight with over the bed. [Even if it's a joke, it's obvious he's uncomfortable by the events of the evening. But he needs to gauge her reactions first.]
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Day Two, post-trial;
[Mistakes were made. Mistakes were made and when it's all said and done, when they all decide what to do with Diva's body, he rises from his place and gently touches Adam's wrist to indicate that he follow him. He watches the room out of the corner of his eye, checking to see if they're being watched before he pulls him out of the courtroom and heads up to the second floor.
He can't believe they're heading back to the bathroom but that's where they head and he looks at his shirt with disinterest. His nose is still swollen and in pain and there's blood on his shirt and his hand. So, he pulls off his shirt and throws it at Adam to hold as he opens one of the shower stalls, turning on the water to get to an icy spray. He doesn't step into it yet. He's waiting.]
...you abstained, didn't you? [Just to be sure.]
He can't believe they're heading back to the bathroom but that's where they head and he looks at his shirt with disinterest. His nose is still swollen and in pain and there's blood on his shirt and his hand. So, he pulls off his shirt and throws it at Adam to hold as he opens one of the shower stalls, turning on the water to get to an icy spray. He doesn't step into it yet. He's waiting.]
...you abstained, didn't you? [Just to be sure.]
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Day One;
[He's already been here longer than he would like and it hasn't been that long. Still, demigods never do well being trapped and while he ponders on an escape plan he finds himself filled with a bunch of pent-up energy.
As it turns out, the best way to use that energy is to run laps around a track. On occasion he'll sprint, leap over invisible targets and change his direction entirely. Overall it probably looks a little strange and more like he's running from something. But that doesn't matter. It keeps him busy for about an hour and a half before he finds that he's a little worn out. Constantly being on the move like that isn't something he's used to anymore.
The other thing he finds is that he's kind of gross and sweaty now which really doesn't help the situation. He sighs to himself, running a hand through his hair before disappearing from the gym all together. He's not aware of anyone who might be watching and maybe he doesn't even care. Instead, he heads back to his apartment for a change of clothes before ducking into the bathroom.
The bathroom at this hour seems blissfully empty, so he doesn't bother hurrying through anything. Why? They have all the time in the world here, it seems, and he's out of his sweat-drenched clothes shortly after before wrapping a towel around his waist to grab soap/shampoo/etc.
The broken shower door gets his attention though and he's eyeing it curiously, fingering at the hinges before laughing to himself. This is what he finds himself doing when he suddenly hears footsteps behind him and he turns his head a fraction. Upon seeing who it is though, he only gives a tiny smirk in response.]
You know…we should probably stop meeting like this.
As it turns out, the best way to use that energy is to run laps around a track. On occasion he'll sprint, leap over invisible targets and change his direction entirely. Overall it probably looks a little strange and more like he's running from something. But that doesn't matter. It keeps him busy for about an hour and a half before he finds that he's a little worn out. Constantly being on the move like that isn't something he's used to anymore.
The other thing he finds is that he's kind of gross and sweaty now which really doesn't help the situation. He sighs to himself, running a hand through his hair before disappearing from the gym all together. He's not aware of anyone who might be watching and maybe he doesn't even care. Instead, he heads back to his apartment for a change of clothes before ducking into the bathroom.
The bathroom at this hour seems blissfully empty, so he doesn't bother hurrying through anything. Why? They have all the time in the world here, it seems, and he's out of his sweat-drenched clothes shortly after before wrapping a towel around his waist to grab soap/shampoo/etc.
The broken shower door gets his attention though and he's eyeing it curiously, fingering at the hinges before laughing to himself. This is what he finds himself doing when he suddenly hears footsteps behind him and he turns his head a fraction. Upon seeing who it is though, he only gives a tiny smirk in response.]
You know…we should probably stop meeting like this.
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How's My Driving?
Anon: On
IP logging: Off
Goddamn am I rusty, but here we are.
Please feel free to drop me a comment with any questions/comments/concerns. Thank you!
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PLAYER INFORMATION
Name: TyCHARACTER INFORMATION
Reserve: Here
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Have you participated in a short-term game before? Yes! Over atcradleproject as Luke.
I have read the rules and understand the activity requirements:Yes
Name: Luke CastellanMEMORY BANK
Canon: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Age: 19
(Brief) Canon Description: Luke's specific Wiki and General PJO Wiki including links to the five books in the series.
Personality/Background: As a demigod living in the mortal world, Luke is someone determined to prove himself. He’s the type of boy who will do anything and everything to exact revenge and to get his way, even if it means hurting people in the end. He’s crafty with an endless amount of resources available to him and the ability to get what he wants from just about anyone. He's able to set plans into motion with only a handful of flaws that come from his own carelessness, and it’s this determination that later made him the perfect vessel for a titan named Kronos who was interested in tearing down Olympus and creating a new order of titans overruling gods.
Additionally, there's an extended application from over here that was accepted to both
Moral Alignment: Luke falls somewhere between chaotic neutral and neutral evil. He's not wholly evil in that he'll recklessly do things just for fun, but he always has a plan in mind and he's always very specific about his wants and his goals and doesn't let anyone stop him from those goals, even people he aligns himself with. However at the end of the day if he decides to change his mind at the last minute he'll blow off his original plans in order to fulfill his own wishes. He's often driven by the desire to gain answers and shape things to fit his plans, and he's also very interested in the art of self-preservation. If it's between let someone die/kill someone or save himself, he's picking saving himself and sometimes those closest to him.
Item: Magical flying shoes (appearing in the form of Chuck Taylors.) As per game rules, the magical properties in these shoes is stripped so...they're just shoes. Sorry Luke.
Role: Willing to have, yes.
1.) The fact that he's a child of Hermes + all memories of Hermes.
2.) All memories of Thalia Grace
3.) His promise to Annabeth Chase (the promise about being family)
4.) The outcome of the fight with Ares (Luke had stolen both Zeus's master lightning bolt and Hades' helm of darkness, and Ares confronted him and fought with him. Luke nearly got his ass handed to him, but since he's a fast talker/Kronos was manipulating him, he told Ares that if the bolt was stolen there'd be a war and Ares was pleased. Still took the Bolt and Helm with him though. What a douche)
5.) The confrontation with his father at age 14 (the first and only time he's ever spoken to him, in which Hermes hinted that he knew Luke's fate but refused to tell Luke what he was destined for)
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Uh-oh, we're in trouble, something's come along and it's burst our bubble [Sat Night W11]
[This sure was bad. This was horrible and Luke and Adam abscond immediately with the blood samples still in Luke's pockets and shut the door behind them. Up the ladder they go and he immediately approaches the small statue in his room.]
Alice! We need to speak to the Nuwa AI...please.
Alice! We need to speak to the Nuwa AI...please.
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You better trust that voice in your head that your world is not what it seems [Tues night, Week 11]
[He had tried to fall asleep early. His conversation with Dorian had left him with some things to think about, not to mention he's still actively trying to plan something in his head to stop Adam from going through with his plan and letting Luke take over. Overall, it's enough to hurt his head and he's not too happy with it.
Of course, he's also not too happy when he's finally managing to doze off and his datapad automatically opens to Furry Passing. He's about to grumble about malfunctioning tech, but then he gets a glimpse at the message-sender.
Perkins?
He sits up suddenly and immediately looks for where Adam might be.]
Uh. Are you seeing this?
Of course, he's also not too happy when he's finally managing to doze off and his datapad automatically opens to Furry Passing. He's about to grumble about malfunctioning tech, but then he gets a glimpse at the message-sender.
Perkins?
He sits up suddenly and immediately looks for where Adam might be.]
Uh. Are you seeing this?
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Wait for the dust to settle down around us, then stick to what we know [Mon W11, pre-motive]
[Sunday night was a bad night. There's no doubt about it and even if it had ended the way it had his head and his chest still hurt enough that he knew he needed to get out for a little while. It was a bad idea to leave but he'd made his arrangements and swore he was really only going to the kitchen and the medical bay later that morning. He was willing to be held accountable for all of his steps from now on.
What the hell had he become?
Despite this, he shuffles into the kitchen on Monday with the vague idea of procuring some food for two specific people but his exhaust-clouded brain isn't exactly registering much. He stares at the cubed foods for a few moments, not quite parsing what they are before making coffee and ducking into the kitchen.
It's about then he spots Yuno standing at the stove…making pancakes. He hovers in the doorway while her back is turned and he freezes up just a little. He remembers what she'd said to him and how he'd questioned if maybe he really was doing the wrong thing. In the end, he went with his gut and as it turned out he was right. But that didn't stop Yuno from voting from him and it didn't stop Luke from being wary. But…Yuno's still someone he can relate to, someone who's probably having the same kind of "bad" the rest of them are and so he steps into the kitchen in a show of making his way to the fridge.]
Morning. Now it's pancakes? [She really is good with her hands, it seems.]
What the hell had he become?
Despite this, he shuffles into the kitchen on Monday with the vague idea of procuring some food for two specific people but his exhaust-clouded brain isn't exactly registering much. He stares at the cubed foods for a few moments, not quite parsing what they are before making coffee and ducking into the kitchen.
It's about then he spots Yuno standing at the stove…making pancakes. He hovers in the doorway while her back is turned and he freezes up just a little. He remembers what she'd said to him and how he'd questioned if maybe he really was doing the wrong thing. In the end, he went with his gut and as it turned out he was right. But that didn't stop Yuno from voting from him and it didn't stop Luke from being wary. But…Yuno's still someone he can relate to, someone who's probably having the same kind of "bad" the rest of them are and so he steps into the kitchen in a show of making his way to the fridge.]
Morning. Now it's pancakes? [She really is good with her hands, it seems.]
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Nobody knows what the future holds and it's bad enough just getting old [Monday W11, pre-motive]
[Sunday night was a bad night for all of them for a variety of reasons. People had died, people had been injured, people had been heartbroken and it strongly reminds Luke of "war" in the most literal sense. So many conflicting emotions cropped up and the night before left him pretty restless thinking about...well, everything.
It's why he coordinates to leave his room the next morning, heading to the kitchen to pick up a few things. He's delayed there for a while by something unexpected, but eventually he makes his way to the medbay with a small box tucked under his arm. Backbiter's still strapped to him but that's mostly safety precaution by now, and his usual notebook's also with him. He balances the items in his hands and he moves to open the door to the medbay so he can lean against its frame to check on the current state of the furries. If they're both asleep, of course, he'll consider coming back later…or just hide out there for a while, who knows. But if at least one of them is awake he'll notice soon enough.]
It's why he coordinates to leave his room the next morning, heading to the kitchen to pick up a few things. He's delayed there for a while by something unexpected, but eventually he makes his way to the medbay with a small box tucked under his arm. Backbiter's still strapped to him but that's mostly safety precaution by now, and his usual notebook's also with him. He balances the items in his hands and he moves to open the door to the medbay so he can lean against its frame to check on the current state of the furries. If they're both asleep, of course, he'll consider coming back later…or just hide out there for a while, who knows. But if at least one of them is awake he'll notice soon enough.]
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Just don't let me disappear, Imma tell you everything [W10, post-trial]
[The trials are getting worse and worse, he thinks. This time, at least, he's shaken for a whole other reason beyond being a suspect. It was a bloodbath in the last three days and all because someone he cared about very much was, again, taken possession by something none of them could be prepared for.
He's quietly letting Adam lead him back to their room. He's marginally concerned since Yuno's across the hall and he's remembering how she behaved during the trial and now this. She knows he voted for Dave. But in the end it was a good thing, right?
He has enough clarity to unlock the door so he and Adam can enter and climb up the ladder. It's only when they're up in the main portion of the room that he's staring blankly. In the calamity of everything that had happened, he'd managed a couple of things on his own. They're things he means to tell Adam now, but instead:]
...I think I'm gonna be sick. [It's hyperbole, but he does tug at the makeshift leash, pulling Adam with him toward his bed before easily sliding the scrunchie and twine off his wrist. He's been capable of removing it after some time fiddling with it, but Adam will now realize that it was simply because he didn't want to after a while. Accountability. It saved him today, and he knows that.]
He's quietly letting Adam lead him back to their room. He's marginally concerned since Yuno's across the hall and he's remembering how she behaved during the trial and now this. She knows he voted for Dave. But in the end it was a good thing, right?
He has enough clarity to unlock the door so he and Adam can enter and climb up the ladder. It's only when they're up in the main portion of the room that he's staring blankly. In the calamity of everything that had happened, he'd managed a couple of things on his own. They're things he means to tell Adam now, but instead:]
...I think I'm gonna be sick. [It's hyperbole, but he does tug at the makeshift leash, pulling Adam with him toward his bed before easily sliding the scrunchie and twine off his wrist. He's been capable of removing it after some time fiddling with it, but Adam will now realize that it was simply because he didn't want to after a while. Accountability. It saved him today, and he knows that.]
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I'm not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me [ Week 10, Thursday]
[It's about 8pm when Luke sets plans into action. Initially, he'd kept things between himself, Adam, Grell and Dorian. He hadn't anticipated that Dave would also be contacted by someone from the other side, nor did he anticipate the other things that had happened this week.
It takes a lot of convincing. It takes convincing the others and vouching for Dave, ensuring that no, he's pretty sure Dave isn't an alien and yes he does understand the risks of bringing someone in. But he feels like it's important that they all talk and start to put this puzzle together.
It doesn't hurt that all of them had also explored different sections of the top deck, too.
So it's Thursday evening shortly after dinner that he rounds up the group and tells them to wait in the chapel for him. The doors lock once they're all inside and the lights are low, but at least they can all fit comfortably in here and it's less conspicuous than the viewport. Like on Tuesday, Luke's leading the discussion and he leans back in one of the pews, looking at the other four thoughtfully.]
We are gathered here today because...well, a bunch of dead people are talking to us. [That's about it.] We should compare notes further and see if there's any sort of answer we can come up with. Who wants to go first?
It takes a lot of convincing. It takes convincing the others and vouching for Dave, ensuring that no, he's pretty sure Dave isn't an alien and yes he does understand the risks of bringing someone in. But he feels like it's important that they all talk and start to put this puzzle together.
It doesn't hurt that all of them had also explored different sections of the top deck, too.
So it's Thursday evening shortly after dinner that he rounds up the group and tells them to wait in the chapel for him. The doors lock once they're all inside and the lights are low, but at least they can all fit comfortably in here and it's less conspicuous than the viewport. Like on Tuesday, Luke's leading the discussion and he leans back in one of the pews, looking at the other four thoughtfully.]
We are gathered here today because...well, a bunch of dead people are talking to us. [That's about it.] We should compare notes further and see if there's any sort of answer we can come up with. Who wants to go first?
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That Time They All Met in the CQ
[Let's be honest, nobody had time to info-share Monday what with motives going live after they came down from the top-level deck and also…you know. The whole awkward thing with the corpse. That happened.
Arrangements are made, the whiteboard's been moved and…there's a wedding.
What the fuck, Cradle.
Either way, assume that Luke found your character in person, sent a message via Furry Passing or contacted them via some other means to inform them about a group meeting up in the Captain's Quarters after the wedding to talk about their findings from the day before.
He's not a leader, and it's probably clear from the way he's leaning against the wall next to the whiteboard and dumping handfuls of space-brand Skittles into his mouth.]
All right…so this happened. [This, of course, being the top deck.] We were all up here yesterday and so we should probably start figuring stuff out. It weirds me out that Alice let us up here now after all this time. [He shrugs.] Who wants to go first?
Arrangements are made, the whiteboard's been moved and…there's a wedding.
What the fuck, Cradle.
Either way, assume that Luke found your character in person, sent a message via Furry Passing or contacted them via some other means to inform them about a group meeting up in the Captain's Quarters after the wedding to talk about their findings from the day before.
He's not a leader, and it's probably clear from the way he's leaning against the wall next to the whiteboard and dumping handfuls of space-brand Skittles into his mouth.]
All right…so this happened. [This, of course, being the top deck.] We were all up here yesterday and so we should probably start figuring stuff out. It weirds me out that Alice let us up here now after all this time. [He shrugs.] Who wants to go first?
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Dying, everyone's reminded, hearts are washed in misery drenched in gasoline [Wed Week 10]
[It's only Wednesday and already everything happens so much all the time. He should be used to this, but he's not. It's like another prophecy dangling before his eyes, bits and pieces of a puzzle he's receiving but not putting together fast enough and that he's being forced to participate in.
Frankly, it fucking sucks.
But it's Wednesday and now that he has his bearings back he's thinking. He's kept track of the most important people except for one. He wanted to give her a few days to calm down from the trial, but he hadn't forgotten. It's for that reason that sometime around lunch when most people are in other parts of the ship Luke heads back to the rooms corridor. Two sheets of paper in his pocket seemingly weigh way more than they should, but he's decided they should maybe be addressed. Maybe. Depending. As it is he also has a notebook and his datapad tucked under his arm, Backbiter strapped to his back, and a plate with a couple of sandwiches on it in one hand.
He's not even sure this will work, but she had told him where to find her. So with his free hand somehow he knocks.]
It's just me. [He's not sure she can hear him, but he's hoping it's enough.]
Frankly, it fucking sucks.
But it's Wednesday and now that he has his bearings back he's thinking. He's kept track of the most important people except for one. He wanted to give her a few days to calm down from the trial, but he hadn't forgotten. It's for that reason that sometime around lunch when most people are in other parts of the ship Luke heads back to the rooms corridor. Two sheets of paper in his pocket seemingly weigh way more than they should, but he's decided they should maybe be addressed. Maybe. Depending. As it is he also has a notebook and his datapad tucked under his arm, Backbiter strapped to his back, and a plate with a couple of sandwiches on it in one hand.
He's not even sure this will work, but she had told him where to find her. So with his free hand somehow he knocks.]
It's just me. [He's not sure she can hear him, but he's hoping it's enough.]