MAGNUS P.O.V
It began on a Saturday evening. I sat there. I got up, rubbing my butt. I had come all the way to New York to find my cousin, Annabeth. I hadn't seen her in a while. The Gothic girl told me she was staying near the upper east side. Odin's left eye, that girl was weird. Her sense of style only made it worse. The dead Barbie Tee-Shirt. Seriously. But her choppy black hair was pretty cool. I looked at the spot I was sitting in, and went to pick up my bag, realising I had left it in the damned taxi. I cursed in Nordic Speech. Smooth move, swag-ness! Definitely letting all that swag show, aren't you?.' I thought to myself silently.
"Boss, cursing at yourself won't help, but 'ey. 'Least y'got me, eh, boss?"
"Sure, Jack. Because I didn't need that money that I would've used to buy my food." I snapped.
"See, now y'gettin' it." I rolled my eyes, and thought about what people do when they come to New York. I had never been to New York, so I wasn't sure what the general public did while they came to a boring old city. Buy stuff? Yeah, not happening. I'm broke. There was an hour before dawn, and New York was starting to wake up. The soft orange colours of the morning painting themselves across the skyline. I turned and looked at the taxi that I had come in. It was already leaving, getting the next shipment of tourists. I thought back to the weird, black-haired Goth. 'She better not be getting in with the wrong crowd- Midgardians can be stupid.'
I took a few steps away from where I had been dropped off and looked up at the Empire State Building, gasping in awe. This thing was made decades ago, without cranes. It was an amazing trophy. It looked like something that belonged in Asgard. I walked up to the closed door. Two hours before I could go in. A security guard stood inside, eyeing me uneasily. I shrugged, walking along the pavement.
"That thing is pretty, cool, right boss? Although, If I do say so myself, it's not as cool as me." There was a pause. "I don't like the way that guard looked at you, boss" Jack said.
"He probably saw me as a crazy homeless kid. Y'know… Since that's technically what I am." I thought back to my cousin. When I had known Annabeth, she used to wake up early… I might've been able to see her now. Apparently she had a boyfriend. I didn't know his name, but if he hurt Annabeth, I could REALLY freak him out. I laughed at the thought, guiding myself towards the address the Goth girl had given me. 'Upper east side.' I thought to myself. The building was big too, but not Empire State big. I walked up to the door, knocking at an uneasy speed. I inhaled, my chest bulging. The door flung open, a man with black & white coloured hair (which reminded me of salt and pepper, but not the brown pepper, the black kind that burns your tongue) He looked me up and down. "Hi, there, can I help you?" He asked. The man was dressed in a well-fitting suit, like he had woken up to get to work. I inhaled even further, which at the moment had seemed impossible, and pulled the words from my vocal chords. "Is she here?" The man gave me a quizzical look. I mentally face-palmed.
Let them all witness my Magnus Swag-ness. I decided to start again. "Is Annabeth here?" The man laughed and nodded, then he invited me inside. The apartment was pretty small. I looked around, there was an incredibly vague smell of stale beer, as if the apartment was formerly occupied by some alcoholic freak. The place itself was clean, but quiet. Not everyone had woken up yet. The man told me that Annabeth was still asleep, and offered me some warm tea. It was a brisk morning. So I happily accepted. While the jug boiled, I began learning about the dude. Turned out his name was Paul Blofis, which Jack then commented sounded like "Blowfish" Though it turned out Salt'n'pepper didn't hear. After half an hour of talking to Paul, I heard footsteps, and Annabeth stood at the doorway of the kitchen, her eyes half closed. She yawned, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and when she saw me, her jaw dropped. Her mouth hung wide. It took a lot of willpower to suppress my laughter.
"Hey, Annabeth." Her look changed, she stared daggers at me. I now completely, and utterly understand that saying now. Her look seemed to stare into my soul.
"Magnus." She said blankly. "Magnus Frederick Chase. You are incredibly lucky that I don't want to wake up my boyfriend." She said shakily.