As said, this is just a series of one-shots of random impressions of people in the group. In this one shot we look at the first impression of a couple characters from certain points of view. Only one is severely not a first impression but I think it has the most meaning for the character its describing. I hope you guys like it.

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Impressions: Round Robin

She was pretty; there was no doubt about it. I was sure that any guy that was to look at her would think the exact same thing as I did. Her hair was made of long flowing fire and her eyes were like dew drops resting on a swaying leaf. She smiled at me as though we had been friends forever and stood up to face me. "Hi!" quirked Atlanta from behind me.

She smiled and politely replied, "Hello."

Theresa was in no doubt the prettiest girl that I had ever seen but flashing my eyes back to the more vibrant red head on our forming team I knew that Atlanta had impressed me more than the obviously rich girl standing in front of me, only later would I figure out that she was better than me too.

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He frightened me if anything else in the world. He was so ridiculously smart at such a young age it made me feel bad about my sufficing marks in high school. I was worried that the rest of the team would be like the little African-American that should have been a scientist by this point in his life. He made me nervous about being normal, which is one thing that I haven't been for a very long time in my life. However, I already liked Odie more than the other girls back at home; at least he was calm, cool, and extremely nice.

Odie smiled like a child would his eyes brilliant with knowledge as he waved me over. I knew from then on that he would be an important part in my life, and that we were definitely a team. "Hey, check this out Theresa!"

"Okay."

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It had to of been all a joke, I had partially convinced myself of that when I met with Jay, Atlanta and Theresa. They were all just normal kids just like me. We weren't heroes meant to save the day nor were we really talking to Gods that resided in a high school of all places. I mean I wanted to get out of high school the moment I got in, what kind of immortals would wanna spend a better part of eternity in a dreary place like that.

That was when I met Herry, and man was he big. He had to of been at least two heads taller than me and built like an iron fist. He was funny though and slightly awkward. He definitely wasn't as smart as me, but then again no one I had met here was. I actually half expected him to lift me over his head and chuck me on the couch but his smile was kind.

That was when everything clicked together, who else could this man be but the great descendant of the hero Hercules. He was definitely built for the part but he had the kindness that could be used to save the world. It was only when I met Herry that I began to believe that I was more than just a smart kid who wasn't in the social entourage at school.

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She was fast, agile like a gazelle. First time I really saw her was when she was running the course in our new school. She ran as fast as a speeding bullet and I nearly couldn't follow her with my eyes. She was like a cheetah in the way that her muscles flexed and moved beneath her skin. She took no effort in moving and even less in stopping.

Smiling up at us Atlanta laughed thrilled by her speed and the means that she had just expressed it. I smiled at her; she was the exact opposite of me. I couldn't run fast, I wasn't brilliant like Odie, who I was going to meet very soon, but I was strong. Stronger than any of them and that was what has made me happy.

Accepting the fact that I'm a hero wasn't so bothersome for me because I always already regarded myself as a hero. I was hero in my little home with my grandmother who I loved. My grandmother loved me too, she was the one that saw me as the hero, and so that was how I saw myself. Meeting all these people just reaffirmed that I'm not just a hero to my grandmother, but also to my friends.

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Watching him from up above I found myself to be entranced by his master fighting skills. He was in no doubt the warrior of our growing team and you could tell by how he moved himself in and out of searing lasers, just like he had done it all his life.

Upon taking the whip from Ares he manoeuvred it as though it was simply an extension of his arm, as though his whole life he had to use weapons against living and non-living things. My assumption was only supported when he threatened to leave all of us behind. Unlike the rest of us, he didn't think it was a joke, he just thought it was worthless.

His thoughts, his actions, all of them intrigued me and that was only further intensified when he managed to throw me down to the ground in what was supposed to be my surprise attack and sent Theresa to the other end of the courtyard. Not only was I intrigued, I was deeply impressed.

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How would anyone…ANYONE be so consumed by himself. My first impression was still my lasting impression on the boy. If he wasn't staring into his stupid mirror all the time he would be staring into another fountain that Cronus would randomly place somewhere.

All Neil depended on was his luck…and his good looks. He was flawless, I have to admit, and although he wasn't a fighter, he was definitely very useful to the team. The fighter in our little group was no doubt Theresa and no one, but me, would be able to take that title away from the black belt drama queen.

Neil though…he was still something else entirely. It frustrates me to no end that I care about the guy…and at the same time wanna whip him in half.

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I am perfect. There is not a single person in this whole entire world that can deny the fact that I am good looking. No one rivals me in my looks and no one is good enough for me but me. I am lucky, I was born with all the luck in the world, but it wasn't luck that got me my good looks, no nothing like that.

Meeting the team…might have been the unluckiest thing that has ever happened to me. They are so bothersome each and every single day. They don't understand what it means to take care of yourself or the time that is involved to do the process right. That's why each and every single one of them just isn't as perfect as me.

Though, I don't think that anyone has ever cared much about anything other than my looks when it comes to me. No one really looks beyond perfect looking Neil, with his wonderful hair and his classy clothes. But then there is our leader, there is Jay. Jay is strange, it's like he doesn't see what others see in me, and he just sees Neil. Not Neil the model or Neil the super star. He sees the Neil that has always been, the perfect irreplaceable me.

So maybe…meeting the team might have been the luckiest thing of all.