Disclaimer: Well, I was gonna buy some copyrights, but all the good ones were gone. :( Even PJO.
Kisses,
{--Inky--}
When she opens her eyes next, she is alone. Someone has kindly set out a change of clothes for her, folded neatly on the desk. She changes out of her bloody, shredded shirt, but keeps her jeans after assessing them as wearable. A little blood has never hurt anyone.
She is pleased to find that nothing hurts as she tip-toes down the stairs, a hand resting on the banister for balance. The third from the bottom creaks when her slight weight lands on it, but otherwise, her descent is silent.
Apparently, Percy is in the living room and hears her come down. He is in front of her in, seemingly, an instant, arm touching the hallway wall and blocking her from moving forward. He is taller than her, but not by much.
"How'd you know my name?" he demands, leaning down those few inches to look her in the eye. He smells like the sea, but she already Knew that. She stares levelly back, unyielding any information. Neither teen moves for a long minute, his stare becoming more heated by anger, and hers only growing cooler and more distant.
He doesn't intimidate her, like he'd hoped to do. If anything, she intimidates him. "I Saw you coming," she says finally, levelly. "Your mom's still in the kitchen, yeah?" Without waiting for an answer – mostly because the question had merely been a courtesy; she'd already Known the answer – she ducks under his arm and heads down the hall.
He follows, feeling one step behind everything and wondering if she is crazy after all.