jamie_winchester
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 30, 2010
There were many perks to living for 23 centuries, and foremost among them was bearing witness to the rare gift of genius. Someone who shrugs off the weight of tradition, and does something that his countrymen think is batshit insane. Thankfully, as Phaedra often thought, it was a good thing she didn't look like a girl who'd served as Alexander the Great's priestess, or saw Caesar's rise to power, or played the very first Juliet for Shakespeare. When people ask how old she was, it wasn't her fault that they all assumed she meant 23 years old, instead of 23 centuries. Hell, she still got carded walking into a bar.
Shrugging out of her winter jacket the tall blond shook her curly hair out as she took off her hat, glaring a little at the bouncer. "Heya, phae.Go on in."He said waving towards the small walk way between the outside door and the main door into the bar. Phaedra smiled slightly,"Thanks, gary.I will."She said sounding like a modern teenager, instead of someone who'd seen Alexander conquer the world, handing over her jacket and gear she headed inside.
Making a living as a ski instructor was probably odd for a woman who'd been born to the sunlight filled land of greece, but Phaedra enjoyed it, and it had been long years since she'd been home. If Greece could be called home. After being driven out of the land by Ares, for the crime of refusing to ben to his will, Phaedra had run, and for centuries refused to return, even if she knew her father was looking for her sometimes, when it occurred him to do so.
Moving up to the bar she smiled a little to herself, nodding towards the bartender as he poured her usual gin on the rocks, sipping it as she watched the crowd. Most of the time she was okay with being as old as she was, but moments like this, even if she enjoyed their company, reminded her just how very alone she was in the world. Watching the young people act like young people, dancing nearly fucking on the dancefloor really, she knew she was to different to ever really understand what drove them anymore, because it had been so long since she'd really felt young. And despite her appearance of youth, she was cut off from the world around her, and she needed someone to help her reconnect, even if she'd never admit she needed help.
Shrugging out of her winter jacket the tall blond shook her curly hair out as she took off her hat, glaring a little at the bouncer. "Heya, phae.Go on in."He said waving towards the small walk way between the outside door and the main door into the bar. Phaedra smiled slightly,"Thanks, gary.I will."She said sounding like a modern teenager, instead of someone who'd seen Alexander conquer the world, handing over her jacket and gear she headed inside.
Making a living as a ski instructor was probably odd for a woman who'd been born to the sunlight filled land of greece, but Phaedra enjoyed it, and it had been long years since she'd been home. If Greece could be called home. After being driven out of the land by Ares, for the crime of refusing to ben to his will, Phaedra had run, and for centuries refused to return, even if she knew her father was looking for her sometimes, when it occurred him to do so.
Moving up to the bar she smiled a little to herself, nodding towards the bartender as he poured her usual gin on the rocks, sipping it as she watched the crowd. Most of the time she was okay with being as old as she was, but moments like this, even if she enjoyed their company, reminded her just how very alone she was in the world. Watching the young people act like young people, dancing nearly fucking on the dancefloor really, she knew she was to different to ever really understand what drove them anymore, because it had been so long since she'd really felt young. And despite her appearance of youth, she was cut off from the world around her, and she needed someone to help her reconnect, even if she'd never admit she needed help.