p style="text-align: center;"stronguNew Rome's symbol/u/strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"Chapter one/p
p style="text-align: center;"Superstar crashing in the sea/p
p style="text-align: center;"Percy/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Do I only exist to be praised and idealised by politicians." Sighed PercyJackson. He had just walked out from an ocean operations company. /p
p style="text-align: left;" "No skills my arse." He muttered. "I could save a hundred more people than they normally do."/p
p style="text-align: left;" He climbed into a cab with the black paint peeling of. The inside was grey with multiple loose threads and had a grey metal floor with a carpet with multiple large holes and was torn in two./p
p style="text-align: left;" "Where two?" Grumbled the driver in a deep gravelly voice/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Blackbane drive" answered Percy in his normal bored monotone/p
p style="text-align: left;" When he got out the rain lashed his limbs. He dropped his drachmas into the cab drivers grubby hands. New Roman life was to boring for him. He went up his drive and twisted his lock, almost like a robot. He walked into the living room and slumped onto the sofa, turned on the TV and gets his laptop out. He played games and procrastinated before actually looking for a job. He failed finding one within the hour and decided to just give up, play more games and openned a bottle of beer/p
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