Lindia and Jane (solo)

Lindia walked across fisherman a wharf in San Francisco, taking a little time off for herself after a long trip with Laure, her love of her life, and visiting her deranged father who currently resided in San Quentin, the federal prison just north of the bay. It was three weeks until Lindia turned eighteen, and she wondered what surprised Laure would have for her. She smiled, glad the fog and the chilling weather had kept the majority of the tourists away from the U.S.S Jerimiah O'Brian, a merchant marine vessel that had participated in D-Day, and was used in the film Titanic. Lindia sat on the deck, her legs dangling over the edge as she smiled, her slightly twisted, cursed soul remembering how far Laure and her had come since they had met ten months ago, and together they were stronger than ever, deceiving about every boy they laid eyes on around the world, and especially in Camp Jupiter.

A loud clank deep below the massive decks brought Lindia out of the clouds and perked her head up, checking around her person quickly, to make sure she was not in any immediate danger before standing up, raising her arms above her head, stretching before her hand grasped her keychain, which transformed Ito her balanced Imperial Gold Gladius. Her thumb brushed against her ring as well, the ring she shared with Laure, a symbol of their union.

She heard a sound again and opened the door to the stairwell, descending into the depths of the vessel, the only light from the faint glow of her sword, illuminating her iconic features. Lindia was slim and attractive, having muscle on her as well as having listened to every bit of fashion advice Laure had given her on staying attractive. Her hair, a dirty blonde color was dyed with red streaks, to her a sign of rebellion and the truth she had gotten over her father. Her eyes were a deep blue, although normally they were bright as the sky, her curse made them dark, and foreboding.

She attempted to creep in the dark, when she saw something move in the deck below her, before the figure looked up and she stood paralyzed, fear spreading through the daughter of trivia as the image of this creepy figure etched into her mind. Lindia was not easily scared, having watched horror nonstop whenever she could, as well as reading the genre, but this face that she saw somehow chilled her worse than the fog had, or the Swiss alps when she had gone skiing with Laure.

Jane had been in San Francisco on the trail of her elusive ex-boyfriend, Jeff. She had vowed to kill him after he had ruined her life, and her body itself. Now instead of a sweet, innocent, New England girl, Jane was a demon, loving the taste of human flesh upon her lips. She had followed the teasing trail Jeff had set out for her to this large ship, and without any hesitation boarded it as the sun dipped below the Golden Gate Bridge, creating an image so maxing some people waited years and years to photographic it, or simply see the wonderful sunset behind the bridge. Jane snorted, stopping halfway up the gangplank as she watched the tourists walk by, seeing them as only meals that didn't know the truth behind them, the existence of gods and monsters.

Jane then proceeded to search the ship, bow to stern, port to starboard, pitch to yaw. She combed through every single easily accessible inch of the ship, going through every book, every drawer, any material that might hide a secret to where Jeff was, so she could rip his darn heart out. She walked to the bottom most level, so low only a few inches of steel separated the child of Melinoe from the chilling water of San Francisco Bay. She was about to rip open the las watertight door when she heard the unmistakeable sounds of walking across the deck, above her head. "Jeff! I'm coming for you!" She hissed and started up the stairs, taking her time to make sure she didn't walk into an ambush, or perhaps something worse.

She had made it to the second deck below the surface when she could see the silhouette of a person through the open cargo hatch leading to the deck only one higher than her own. Hissing, she drew her German steel kitchen knife, a present from Jeff actually, in a sense. She was about to start up when her eyes met ones belonging to another girl who froze when she saw janes twisted face.

Jane chuckled, her skin was bleached white, her hair a ghastly black and she had no eyes, only bottomless pits. She knew she had this girl frozen in fear, and began to climb the ladder to her quickly, knife between her teeth, glad to have a small meal before she could get to Jeff.

She got to the top, giggling as she held her knife to stab the girl, and attempted to do just that, but this girl, who must have known the instant danger jumped back and liked Jane in the chest, knocking the wis out of the Greek demigod, although she quickly recovered, growling.

Lindia backed up, trying to put some distance between her and the demonic....whatever it was away from her. She held her blade steady though and tried a stab, gaining some confidence as the...thing backed up, but then friend as it ran at her, a machete in the hand opposite the knife. She knew she had the upper hand, more weapons and such, but Lindia had traditional roman legion training. She could easily tell that janes fighting style was sloppy, and built on nothing but rage while Lindia fought for three things. Laure. Freedom. Rome.

Lindia backed up, slowly leading Jane to the crew bunks where she could constrict her wide swings by the narrow corridors, therefore giving Lindia another hand above the girl that attacked her.