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The half goat didn't care. He waved him to the cabin's exit, pushing past the door and letting in the cool night air. Micah shivered, his teeth immediately starting to chatter. Apollo children were kept near the heaters of any cabin they so chose to reside in, and it was no different for him. The selective mute reacted badly to any temperature that dropped below a comfortable degree.
The eighteen year old flung his covers off of himself reluctantly, and prodded an answer out of the satyr with a quick and confused eyebrow. Micah rubbed at his arms and staggered out into the night.
"A new demigod is on his way," the half goat explained as an answer to the boy's unvoiced question. Teeth clattering together and vibrating his entire form, Micah shifted his shoulders and raised them a little as a gesture of continued confusion. "He's Apollo." Micah shook his head. His sleep was important and camp leaders could take care of a newbie. "He's mute." Then, the halfblood let out a drawn sigh. It was rather stereotypical of them to bring out a selective mute to help alongside a full mute. Micah would be able to sympathize, but mutes were not diseased and many treated them like they were. Voices weren't the only form of communication. "It might help if you would speak," the satyr suggested, causing Micah to hide a glare from behind. Yet another stereotype. As soon as somebody finds out he's selective in his mutism, they figure he can switch it on and off on a dime. Micah wished it worked like that.
Walking for a few minutes, Micah had to wonder to himself why he didn't throw on a sweater. The moon was hardly beautiful to a sun child who could only see cold radiating from it. His nerves felt shot for another minute longer, but as they approached the bridge and the entrance to Olympian Hill, Micah felt himself stop chattering and felt his gut untwist from his current anxiety. He smiled.
"What's his name?" The sudden vocalized sound of Micah's thoughts caused the half goat to jump.
"You need to give someone warning before you do that," the satyr scolded, clutching his heart. "You can't just decide to speak and scare them half to death." The eighteen year old rolled his eyes. He needed to understand his audience and act accordingly. Some were more knowledgeable in the cliches than others, and this satyr was the worst of them all. Speaking wasn't this huge thing, but many treated it like it was when it was coming from Micah. Do that was simply talking like people do.
Pinching his eyes, the demigod tried to see through the darkness. All seemed rather quiet besides the distant roar of a vehicle and the sudden growl of a monster. Micah's heart sunk. He'd come here to avoid beasts that he seemed to attract like flies to honey, and now there was one coming.
"Stay here," the satyr murmured firmly, running off into the night to try to be of assistance. Micah jittered in place, bouncing up and down in an off attempt to keep warm.
"Ah!" he suddenly groaned, bolting in the direction the half goat went. "Sir? Sir Satyr?" A furry rump came into view on the bridge, leaning over something lying flat on the wooded planks.
Micah slowed. His eyes had a hard time piercing through the heavy blanket of night - he never understood the saying of a clear night, there was no such thing - and Micah realized that that something was somebody. He let out a quiet gasp and surged forward to push the half goat out of the way.
Micah parted his lips, but his words were gone from him in an instant. He clapped a hand on the other boy's cheek a few times, but he didn't seem to be budging. Frowning with a concentrated concern, the eighteen year old pushed a few strands of hair out of the boy's face and placed his fore and middle finger on his left templar lobe. His fingers prickled as a healing magic started to trickle from its source and make its way into the other's system.
The selective mute gasped after a few seconds, eyes flickering open as he sat back and prodded a foot into the boy's ribcage.
//sorry, i was gone off volunteering in the city
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[fancypost bgcolor=translucent; border color = translucent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][font=arial] Micah had his arms tucked under his armpits and his eyes shut tightly closed as he dreamt against the car window. He wasn't completely ready for the school year to end, but he certainly loved summer. It was always the warmest season, no matter where you lived in the states, and it was a refreshing experience for the Apollo demigod. It rose his vitals to perfect and kept his spirit on a constant high.
Smacking his lips together, the warmth of the beaming sun and the light suddenly disappeared. Micah took immediate notice. The 18 year old opened one eyelid groggily and frowned.
"We're almost there," a woman's voice said smoothly from the driver seat. Micah nodded, realizing that the change of light was due to the thickening of trees. He sat up quickly and glanced around him with an intensifying interest. His quiet mouth itched upwards into a smile and his sincere eyes darted around to take in the familiarities. "Are you going to say goodbye this year or are your nerves getting to you again?" Micah turned to face his mother, who was smirking with her eyes firmly on the road.
"It's not last year," he sighed. Thank the gods for that. Last year had really been a test for a selective mute's strength. The demigod's mother peered over to her son with a twinkle, before merely twitching her head a little and focusing on driving once more.
As the vehicle slowed into a deserted parking lot, Micah noticed the few cars scattered throughout. It wasn't conspicuous looking yet, but as soon as it filled up more, someone was going to have to charm it. "All right, grab your things," Micah's mother said, hugging her son close before he had a chance to reply. "Bye."
The son of Apollo gulped, his stomach flipping upside down as he attempted to say something. Leaving was the hardest part, and knowing that simple, everyday struggles was what he faced next didn't help. His mother noticed the awkward, well known expression and sighed sadly. "You'd say something if you could," she confirmed to try to be supportive. "I've got to head out. Move, gone on with you." Micah saw a subtle tear wipe on her part as she calmly held her composure. He waved to grab her attention and signed farewell. "Love you." Micah signed that as well to respond, before climbing out and yanking on his backpack. That was all he brought every year - one lone backpack.
Sounding the horn, Dr.Lawrence drove off, and the 18 year old sunshine half-blood was left standing awkwardly and silently. Micah shrugged his shoulders and turned his heels to start slinking off towards the bridge. He stepped on it and hardly noticed its drastic change. It happened every year, so it wasn't as magical as the first time.
He did, however, marvel at the beauty of the land. Micah lived in the city, and spent half of his days in a hospital where his mother worked, so anything nature-oriented was one of the seven wonders. The demigod's back and shoulders were weighed down with his backpack, and his fingers clasped the straps on each side like a school kid. But no one could make fun of him and the way he appeared solely because of the smile plastered to his expression. It was broad and happy.
Sidestepping around the few campers already here, Micah peered around Olympian Hill. Suddenly, he found his voice and his eyes lit up. "Jo!" he hollered to the girl farther down the field. He waved.
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[fancypost bgcolor=translucent; border color = translucent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][font=arial] The thing about being a selective mute was the fact you were constantly surprising people when you spoke. There was a huge difference between his type and being full mute, but no amount of explaining would ever prepare someone for when Micah spoke. Jo had that same look on now. She seemed delighted and a little embarrassed, but that was the same Jo he left behind for school last year.
Everything would have been fine. He would have been capable of talking in the small cluster of kids forming around Jonathan, and the demigod would have proved to people his father really was the god of sunshine, but that all changed when a realization hit him. Campers were staring and he had just outed himself to everyone within earshot. Warming in the cheeks, Micah continued to Jo and Auri. When he finally descended to them, he was completely flushed and his lips were sealed.
He waved more timidly this time, signing that it was nice to see them before he remembered not everyone knew how to read and talk in ASL. Micah bit his lip. He had started to teach Jo a few signs, but whether or not she was an expert this coming year was up to her.
Scrambling in his pocket for his crumbled piece of paper and pen that he had to carry around with him everywhere, the son of Apollo scribbled nice to see you guys again on the wrinkly sheet. His lips were pressed together firmly and the tips twitched up in a smile - the signature Micah smirk.
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The younger male tilted his head to the side as if sizing up Micah as he was him. He lifted his hand to his throat while simultaneously gaping his mouth a little. The telltale signal for muteness. The Apollo child nodded to say he understood, and raised his hands to sign, I know. I'm Micah, son of Apollo. Stopping for a minute to rub his cold hands together, the 18 year old continued, What's your name?
The satyr shivered in his place a few feet back, purposefully keeping his distance from the two. Micah rolled his eyes towards the newcomer, pointing his thumb behind him as if to say 'Can you believe this guy?' It was quite obnoxious to see how many people or mythical creatures avoided mutes as if they carried a disease that could infect them.
Micah picked himself up, teeth commencing their loud chattering again. He offered a hand to help the other son of Apollo to his feet. He tried to open his mouth to speak this time, get a few words out to show him that he did have a voice sometimes, but Micah came up blank. He decided to sign again, Follow me.
The teen trailed along the stone bridge, fingers dancing along his thigh as he walked and shivered and walked and shivered. Micah took several glances back to see if the boy was coming and slowed his pace to fall into step with him.
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[fancypost bgcolor=translucent; border color = translucent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][font=arial] It never occurred to Micah that the kid wouldn't know who his father was. The selective mute didn't for the longest time because of the gods' absences, but he figured it out eventually what with his newfound abilities and practical allergic reaction to cold temperatures. He had a hard time thinking that other's were clueless when he wasn't since everyone seemed to be in the know and Micah appeared to always be the innocent, cute kid that was constantly confused.
"I-" Micah's eyes widened at his own words, but nothing else was forced out from his lips. He got overly excited at hearing his voice coming back, and so it fell away from him once more. Typical. Jo was going to get an earful tomorrow about his horrid, freezing night where he tried to talk to his half brother but couldn't for the life of him. The son of Apollo must still be unnerved. Micah often discovered more about his feelings when he went mute than he would have known previously. He catches himself freezing up when he'd usually think he was calm and happy.
Yes, he bobbed his right knuckle once as a reply. Brushing his arms again to create enough energy for some faulty warmth, Micah turned to the satyr for Luka's next question. He lifted an eyebrow, and the half goat nodded. No where glamorous tonight, I'm afraid, the sunshine demigod signed. We'll get you checked in tomorrow. Tonight, we get out of the cold. Micah pointed ahead off him after a minute of walking, showing Luka the Zeus cabin that was slightly hidden behind a few trees. The mute would have to pick his own cabin tomorrow, but for now, he'd have to share a place with his half brother.
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No one had even heard what the guy's voice sounded like. Ever since the hike to this new campsite, Micah hadn't been able to utter a word to anyone. It makes it rather hard to make friends from his mother's wishes when he was currently mute. Micah tossed in his sleeping bag. Last night he had had absolutely no sleep, and now he was trying to catch up. His adrenaline was pumping and his stomach wanted to make him sick, so not even his tiredness would help him rest.
Then teen sighed, giving up and opening the flap of the tent to reveal the desolate camp that surrounded him. His mother was playing a cruel joke allowing him to come here. Micah was desperately trying to see the upside, but anything that spiked his mutism was hard to look at positively. He usually escaped situations where he couldn't speak as quickly as possible. The young teen stepped outside into the fresh air, a shiver running down his spine and causing his skin to pale. The night times were chilly and Micah did not do well in the cold.
He paced for a minute, spotting a crackling fire and hurriedly making his way towards it to warm up. He could live by the fire for as long as he had to. His body weakened when the sun went away, and Micah never knew why. Two figures were already there, having the same idea as him. One didn't look to be in a chatty mood, and given Micah's current state, that was fine by him. The other was trying to strike up a conversation, but he was looking as Micah was feeling.
Nodding slightly, and rather awkwardly, the male placed himself directly in front of the flame. His face flushed and thanked him for the sudden heat, and Micah smiled.
//i don't have a young teen picture of micah, but have this
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[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#f2f2f2; border: none; border-left: 5px solid #0d0d0d; width: 309px; height: 250px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 309px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 24px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 309px; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: #0d0d0d; line-height: 8.5px;]Micah knew he was making it even more awkward on himself by not speaking, but the thing about his diagnostic, he couldn't coax words no matter how hard he tried. New situations, no matter if they were indifferent or rowdy, were always tough on his selective mutism, and some of the demigods were obviously starting to take notice of his silence. The male offered a smile back to the nice brunette who took the time to capture his attention, waving slightly as to not appear rude and abrupt. He was trying to come up with ways to seem polite in the mute moments, but he often came up short of any ideas besides awkward smiles and hand gestures.
Micah inched closer to the fire, breathing in the flames and feeling the heat on his face calm her nerves down a bit. If he hardly thought about his surroundings, he might get lucky in dismissing his mutism for the time being. The teen was awful at doing so, though, so he didn't have great hopes in an accomplishment.
A new voice was added to the soft or tired tones, and Micah peered upwards to see a pretty demigoddess answering one of the younger one's voiced question. She couldn't have been a whole lot younger or older then Micah, so he was intrigued to listen to her. His mom wanted him to befriend peers, and technically, this female was a peer. Her voice was gentle, the kind of tone that set the boy at ease instead of grating on his nerves and making him tense. She, along with many, knew her godly parent. Micah himself had his suspicions what with his needing heat and the subtle ability to heal wounds of different kinds. Apollo seemed like a logical option, but he wasn't around to put claim on his son if the boy was indeed correct. It was rather lonely knowing the gods had disappeared.
Shivering as a wind blew near him, the teen practically stuck his head in the fire and listened to Petra finish her story. Her heart seemed to break a little, and Micah only wished he could understand. His mother was a sweet and intelligent woman whom he had great respect for.
He felt into his pocket for a crumbled piece of paper that was carried around everywhere he went, jotting down in his scrawly writing his name and the godly parent he suspected was his father. Micah balanced the pencil on his ear and lifted the sheet for the other's around the fire to see in the light of the flames. There was no explanation on it that said he was a selective mute. The others would find out soon enough, and at the moment, they'd suspect he was completely mute anyway.
Yet, the girl that had just spoken didn't stick around long enough to read his note, and Micah felt the urge to go after her and see if she was alright. He let the brunette, Natasha, who had smiled at him see his paper up closer just in case she hadn't been able to read it, and then followed after the runaway.
Micah had to be careful in going after people when he was mute, as there was no warning ahead of times and he often scared his mother doing such things. Tapping her on the shoulder briefly, Micah handed her his note and added the following question on it as well: Are you alright? Petra obviously wasn't, but the teen wasn't the greatest socially.
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His eyes cast across the rest of the camp, spotting a few campers trickling in and the year rounders preparing to see new faces again. The male pursed his lips, wondering about the reasons each person had of not going home after summer ended. The situations at home or the lack of accommodations made him empathetic towards them. Micah watched from afar, appreciating the scenery available to be seen from this position. Olympian Hill wasn't as suffocating and overwhelming when he saw it from a distance. It was merely beautiful.
Seeing several bodies heading towards the Mess Hall, the new adult realized he hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon and instantly felt his stomach growl. There was reluctance to climb down from his sanctuary, but Micah was also antsy to talk to everyone again - gods will it - and be social to people who somewhat understood him. It was hard to be an adult selective mute in the world, especially when dealing with impatient tools. He sometimes missed being a teen, as high school seemed a lot less cruel now that he was in the real world.
The brunette inched towards the edge of the Greek-inspired building, not bothering to look down, and leapt off to the ground and landed solidly on his two feet. He seemed like he should be clumsy, and truth be told he had his moments, but Micah could be graceful. Apollo had to give him some good things in his genes at certain spurts.
Micah glanced around and started towards the growing crowd and excited chatter, breathing steadily to calm himself before the chaos. He was a mature adult who could deal with this. The demigod honestly knew that things weren't as scary as they seemed, but he still managed to have a mini panic yet carry on as he tried to be brave. It was socially he was the most awkward. Monsters were nothing to deal with over situations in conversations he didn't know how to handle. The medical branch gave Micah the chance to be helpful without having to chat too much. Small talk was the worst and most dreaded.
Noticing Petra heading in the same direction, Micah caught up with the female mentioned and waved a quiet greeting. He was worried to try and say something and find nothing would come out. He groaned inwardly, sighed, and opened his mouth, "Long time no see." No one was happier than Micah to find there were words at the tip of his tongue that were allowed to be spoken.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 6px solid #f2f2f2; background: url(https://secure.static.tumblr.c…p8kkco8kg8swgswsk_640.gif) center; background-size: cover; width: 130px; height: 145px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#e6e6e6; border: none; border-top: 4px solid #0d0d0d; width: 158px; height: 79px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 158px; height: 79px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 24px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 158px; min-height: 79px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; color: #0d0d0d; line-height: 8.5px;]MICAH LAWRENCE ☼ NO MATTER HOW TALL THE MOUNTAIN IS, IT CANNOT BLOCK OUT THE SUN
[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#f2f2f2; border: none; border-left: 5px solid #0d0d0d; width: 309px; height: 250px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 309px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 24px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 309px; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: #0d0d0d; line-height: 8.5px;]Micah scratched the back of his neck as Petra immediately became sarcastic and joking around him. He liked how comfortable she was to prod at him and bug him. She was the only demigod in the camp that he had that relationship with and didn't became mute afterwards. The Apollo hold bumped his friend's shoulder, matching his pace with hers and looking around with a happy glint in his bright eyes. The sun was shining and people were quietly murmuring to each other. Nothing too loud, but not uncomfortably eery either. "I couldn't let you guys not have me around," he laughed, choking up as Petra started to ramble, twisting her words around to say something she felt wasn't coming across. Micah laughed a little, but also got more nervous as her tension grew. He was a bit of a mood replicator.
As she turned away, his cheeks reddened and more footsteps approached the two. Micah would have breathed out in relief, but honestly, they didn't need to add to the awkwardness he and Petra were excellent at creating. They were two halves of the very same thing, and that just made for a storm of embarrassing moments. Yet, he and she really got along and clicked somehow, and the demigod couldn't bring himself to replace her. She was one of a kind.
It seemed the newcomer, Alias, could even feel the tension, and he felt a clump in his chest at the thought. By his comparison to Stevie and Jo and the way Petra reacted, Micah was no idiot to knowing there was a second meaning. It seemed everyone knew the way he was starting to feel for his friend, and he himself was barely admitting to it. Micah was a stranger to these feelings, so he hadn't a clue what to do with them and what to say. He'd probably trip up and go all mute and ruin everything.
"I-" and that was the last of his voice. He would have blamed Alias, but that really wasn't the guy's style. Micah was a self-blamer most days. Feeling that scratchiness in his throat, the male sighed and rubbed up and down near his Adam's apple to indicate lack of speech. He shook his head and took out a note he had pre-made. Micah had several different kinds stashed in cases like this.
The note read Arrived here late last night, and finished packing a half hour ago. Micah smiled, hearing Petra's comment about the heat and creasing his brow slightly. He never really noticed the heat, in fact, he thrived in it. The male looked up and stared at the great sphere without blinking, shrugging his shoulder's at his friend.
[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 1px; color: transparent; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -13px;]marsy loves you lots