(yeah I sure am)

Sorry I haven't had access to the net for ages, where you still interested in doing this rp?

(ok sounds good to me)

OOC: Ok so I decided to put Trent and Sasha in the same place, well lets make everyone meet up, I guess they'd kinda feel like they know eachother, but you know not understanding why then well pretty lame core but some how they end up in Mount olympia tehehe just it'll be a long process, they get powers over come the darkness. I'm think awesome battles...Yeah I think I read to much and have a vivid imagination. MM

Corey continuing to play his painful song and Zake eyeing the figure as it drew near. As soon as Corey finished the song he looked up and the figure vanished. Zake pushed himself from the pole and tilted his head. "Did you see that man?" he asked as he looked over at Corey and pointing in the direction of the figure. Corey nodded "I swear I just saw someone." he said looking back at him.

Zake sighed and shrugged "Must be a ghost of the past. In tone with the song you were playing." he said as he began to walk away.

Corey sighed "Yeah a ghost or something." he replied and placed the money in his pocket before putting his guitar up and walking the opposite way. His mind riddled with mental rage and agony.

Zake pressed his hand to his chest and and took a deep breath "What the hell is this feeling?" asked himself as he leaned against a wall.

(so... um were is this story headed to?)

Pain ripped through her body as she curled up passing in and out of consciousness.In her thin clothes she began shivering the cold pavement digging into her back,the nights air having a slight chill to it.Groaning softly she slowly struggled to open her eyes before laying limp once more.As the sound of footsteps echoed near by Sasha Ackhart placed her arms protectively around her body giving into her fear.Whimpering softly With an exhausted expression Sasha managed to push herself into a sitting position. With her head spinning she leant forward a cough fit errupting through her body. Brushing away a strand of blood she looked down at her bruised body.

Trent took a quick final glance back to wards his home sighing lightly.With hands buried into the pockets of his jeans he made his way out of the elegant gates onto the quiet suburban street.Oblivious to anything he began to walk at a slow lazy pace.Moments later he entered the city. What a better place to relax.

Yeah i guess...=[ well I've made you wait aages time to post now =]

Hey at least you have a job... I wish I could find one here in nowhere

My lousy money...Lol 8 bucks and hour 'cause im a kid...but did godamn 30 hours...had my ass handed to me Lol.

Is ok I've been their wish I was their... need the money.

Sorry i've had such crummy shifts this week and long hours, i'll post first thing on the weekend.

Corey a descendant of the goddess Athena whom failed to protect her people and grant them the wisdom needed for the arts. Corey only skilled with his guitar and voice using them to make his living after dropping out of high school. This young man seeks pleasure in bringing pain to others. All ways the first to start and finish a good brawl Corey looks to no one for comfort and nor dose he wish to.

His eyes showing his anger, the whale of his guitar bringing the sound of centuries of pain. His voice ringing the tone of sorrow, He stand on a corner playing as if his life depended on it, the truth it dose.



Zake is the descendant of the great goddess Artemis sister of Apollo she the protector of purity failed letting the cries of the rapped virgins go unheard and the senseless killing of animals go in checked. Zake is a hunter of sorts, he hunts that witch she has failed to protect. He the reaper of the pure flower uses his smooth calming voice to rope his pray in and when he has his chance he takes his prize through any means necessary. Using the young women like a toy and throwing them aside like they were broken. Breaking many hearts he seeks to break more.

Getting dressed after another great hunt Zake with his devilish grin leaves yet another woman deflowered and crying for him to stay. Rounding a corner he spots Corey, walking up next to him he places some money in his case and hums along to the song he is playing leaning against a pole he looks around and seeing a figure in the mist of the darkness in the nights mourning.

(hope that's good.)