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Violet
Growing up, Violet Warren was known as the oddball of her family. She dressed differently, looked differently, and acted differently. Her father had dark brown hair and eyes that matched while she had strawberry blonde hair and green eyes with hints of blue and brown scattered throughout. While her dad was an engineer who, in her opinion, probably had a stick up his ass, she was an artist who was calm and went with the flow. She had no desire for school and her dyslexia probably had a play in that. She also hated math, she was average at it, but the act of doing the work was not something she desired to do. She preferred to read up on subjects she enjoyed, despite a little bit of a struggle, and to draw and paint. She loved to garden while her dad would rather order his food and groceries. Without Violet’s backyard garden she was sure that her dad would be overweight and probably made up of grease rather than water.
Despite her differences, she got along quite well with her classmates. She attended an all girls high school in Washington D.C. and had a tight-knit group of friends. However, that changed when it came to college. Violet decided to take online courses from the comfort of her home and the local coffee shop whilst her friends moved away. Though she got lonely, she excelled. She got to finally study what she wanted, though she was required to take some irrelevant classes, and continue to partake in things she loved. She had started a part time job at a cafe in the city, and she spent the rest of her time working on pieces for her small business and doing school work.
Luke
After the events at Camp Half-Blood, Luke Castellan was forced to move states and live a quiet life under the supervision of a satyr. They moved to a two bedroom apartment in D.C. using the startup money that the gods had given them with the requirements that the two would get menial jobs and lay low. Luke was furious but he took this over what he had imagined his consequence would be, death. His new satyr “friend”, Henry, suggested Luke start therapy. “Luke, all the normal people are doing it to get past their daddy issues.” Luke rolled his eyes and walked away into his room.
A few weeks later, Luke was waiting in the kitchen in his uniform for work. He had started working at a local book store ironically and Henry followed. He grabbed a granola bar and his water bottle and called out to Henry who was taking his sweet time getting ready. Henry stumbled out of the room in the same uniform and made way to grab his water bottle and an apple. The two headed out of the apartment and made their way to the shop. “So… how do you feel about maybe taking some classes to get your GED?” Luke shrugged, “What would I do with that anyways, it’s not like I plan on going to college and getting some fancy job.” Henry swallowed his bite of the apple, “I mean it would give you something to do, to work for.” Luke shrugged again, it was one of the only reactions he ever gave Henry. “I guess. One new thing at a time though. Therapy first or whatever. Henry let out a sigh, “Fine, but at least think about it.” The two continued their walk in silence.
Upon arriving at the store, they noticed the slight rush of the afternoon. The two were surprised when they found out that this store even had an afternoon rush, but with the amount of people who worked around the store, it became a popular place for breaks from work days. Luke sat at the small information desk next to the register where Henry was working. He was working on reading ‘Of Mice and Men’, a classic as his boss put it. Though he struggled, Henry helped him work on his reading. He felt it was important considering their job. He was reading chapter three when someone came up to him. “Hi, rereading it or reading it for the first time?” She motioned towards the book, he looked up, “first time.” He noticed her long hair that was a light orangish color, he would later find out that this was known as strawberry blonde. “Well, I think it’s a pretty great book. Anyways, I was wondering if Henry was here? He told me to drop something off for him here.” Luke glanced over to Henry at checkout and noticing the line that waited decided that he would just take the delivery for him. “He’s a bit busy right now but I’m his roommate so I can take whatever it is he ordered.” She smiled, “Alright, here you go.” She reached in her bag and pulled out a medium box. On it there was a small note that had Henry’s name and where to deliver, he assumed it was a reminder for her. After handing it to him, she waved and walked away. Luke put the box underneath the desk and carried on reading.
