the value that I'd placed [Closed/Complete]
Characters: Triton & Pallas
Date/Time: After the party
Location: Prison D:
Rating: PG
Warnings: None I don't think!
Summary: Prison conversations.
At least the Underworld was larger than ten paces, Pallas thought bitterly. Not that she hated the Underworld like some of the other deceased residents - it could be said she was more familiar with the Underworld rather than the world Above. But the Underworld at times had seemed claustrophobic in the sense that this was all the space she had, all the space she'd ever had. Regardless of the size and how she was treated - well, it was something being alive again had made her feel good about. Freedom to a certain extent.
But...the cell was much smaller than the Underworld. Incomparable really, barely built for enough space for one person, let alone two. At least it was her and her father, rather than someone like Ares...She glanced at him, not breaking her stride of pacing.
Despite the continuing feelings of claustrophobia, and her aching fists and cheek (of course they hadn't gotten the guy who punch her, but instead arrested her for going after him once he'd turned it eggplant in color), Pallas couldn't help how proud she was of her father. Not the continually worrying Dad that had been here since she arrived - instead more of the one she knew when she was younger.
But still, despite that she wasn't sure how long she'd be able to stay here without screaming at the jailers to let her out. "How long do you think they're going to keep us here?"
Triton looked up at her, he wanted to grin and congratulate her on those punches (hey those were damn good punches) but instead he cleared his throat, "I don't know, could be a while unless someone pays a fine and bails us out." He shifted a little, trying to ease his aching back. Someone had kicked him there good.
"I do not understand how a fucking party turned into a pub brawl."
"I don't understand why we're in jail," said Pallas, throwing her hands in the air. "We didn't do anything wrong - we had a reason to be fighting unlike the rest."
Then again, how was she supposed to go the Judge and say Look, this is the REAL Helen from the Trojan War. I'm a Goddes and died to came back to life, and Cronus is working to take over the world. Kindly let me out before I punch your face in. She had a feeling that wouldn't go over well.
She glanced back, more carefully this time. "Are you sure you're alright, Dad?"
"I'm not even going to try to understand modern laws." He rolled his eyes, "Athena might be able to give you more reasons as to why we're here, personally if things were as they should-" he scowled.
"I'm fine." He looked up at her, "Annoyed but fine, what about you?"
She crossed her arms, and then uncrossed them, looking out through the bars. "Well Athena's not here," she said grumpily. "And if there was a trial, she'd be against us wouldn't she?" If she didn't hate mortals before she most definitely did now.
A look back at her father, and she pursed her lips. Now wasn't really the time..."Fine," Pallas returned. "The adrenaline's wearing off, and I'm just past the annoyed point."
"Technically, probably?" Triton shrugged, "Sit down, we can't do a thing until they come in and decide you can have a phone call or something. I saw that on the television." So it probably worked similarly to that, he wasn't sure.
"You... you fought well."
Pallas groaned, but did fall back on her chair. "A phone call?" The list of people she could call - could call and actually be helpful was tiny. Besides was this call supposed to be to family letting them know you were screwed and in jail, or to a lawyer for trial?
The last comment jolted her from her thoughts, and she couldn't help the grin that spread. "You fought very well yourself." A planning pause. "For an old man."
Triton gave her an incredulous look but then laughed, "Your old man still has some fight in him." Being with his daughter like this- it was the way things should have been- but somehow the fates had screwed everything up for them.
"You ought to maybe call Styx." At this he looked over at her, waiting for her reaction.
"Some?" She might have been teasing before, but now it was her turn to be incredulous. "Dad, did you see how many you got out of the way before the cops got you?"
And of course at that last comment the grin metamorphised into pursed lips. "She wouldn't want to hear from me right now," Pallas said. She glanced at the bars again, hoping he'd just change the topic.
"As many as you did, which was pretty good if I may say so. Though I think you got a couple more." He laughed a little, but that stopped when she looked away.
Slowly he reached over to ruffle her hair. "I don't think so." But he left it at that, "She'd probably want you home with her rather than in a cell with your old man." he dropped his hand, ready to change the topic now.
"Maybe," she said, doubting it. He had gotten a headstart on her after all...at the ruffling of hair and comment, she frowned.
"She told me shd didn't want to speak to me, Dad. It hasn't even been a week..." Pallas turned back to him, crossing her arms across her chest. "And I'll have to apply for a job at that Achilles' gym, if it's before the week is up."
"I'm sorry." And with that he let the topic drop, moving to rest back against the cell wall. Pallas was a grown woman, besides, what right did he have to comment on others personal interaction when... well, the best example right now was Ganymede.
That soured his mood.
"Don't be," she said, not turning to him. The thing was...well fuck it, it was her pride wasn't it? It was her only excusing for not calling - aside from the fact that she wasn't sure if she was allowed to call in the first place.
She glanced back at him, slightly willing to bring up the topic again when she noticed the look on his face.
"Something the matter? Aside from being in jail, that is."
"Nothing I want to discuss here." Triton answered frankly and nodded towards the guard approaching outside, "Especially here." All he needed now was to broadcast his love life to all the prison.
Or whatever life.
Luckily for Triton, Pallas was successfully distracted. "Do we ask him about the phone calls?"
Luckily for them that was exactly what the guard had come to tell them. They each had a right to a phone call.
"Pallas, you go first." Triton offered her an encouraging smile. "I'll wait here till you come back." Not that he could go anywhere but...just in case.
Glancing at the guard, and then back at her Dad. "You really think I should call St- I mean, Melinda?" The guard was tapping his foot, but this was...well, she honestly didn't want to leave at all. Nor call Styx, but that was another matter.
Triton shrugged, "If that is what you think is right, can't really make you do it or not." Another reminder that he was not a little girl, "It would make sense to, but ultimately it is up to you."
Pallas bit her lip, and quickly gave her Dad a hug. "I've got a few seconds to think about it, but I'll think about it," she promised. "It's just nearly killing that mortal boy, and having her laugh at me, right?"
He returned the hug, "Maybe she won't laugh." He offered though he wasn't sure, he didn't know Styx at all and... maybe he ought to have them both over for dinner or some mortal thing like that.
"Good luck."
She bit her lip and nodded. "Thanks," she said giving him one last squeeze and leaving to follow the guard and his orders.
Maybe Styx wouldn't laugh when she called - but knowing her she'd probably laugh later at her and her father's sudden flair for trouble.
Date/Time: After the party
Location: Prison D:
Rating: PG
Warnings: None I don't think!
Summary: Prison conversations.
At least the Underworld was larger than ten paces, Pallas thought bitterly. Not that she hated the Underworld like some of the other deceased residents - it could be said she was more familiar with the Underworld rather than the world Above. But the Underworld at times had seemed claustrophobic in the sense that this was all the space she had, all the space she'd ever had. Regardless of the size and how she was treated - well, it was something being alive again had made her feel good about. Freedom to a certain extent.
But...the cell was much smaller than the Underworld. Incomparable really, barely built for enough space for one person, let alone two. At least it was her and her father, rather than someone like Ares...She glanced at him, not breaking her stride of pacing.
Despite the continuing feelings of claustrophobia, and her aching fists and cheek (of course they hadn't gotten the guy who punch her, but instead arrested her for going after him once he'd turned it eggplant in color), Pallas couldn't help how proud she was of her father. Not the continually worrying Dad that had been here since she arrived - instead more of the one she knew when she was younger.
But still, despite that she wasn't sure how long she'd be able to stay here without screaming at the jailers to let her out. "How long do you think they're going to keep us here?"
Triton looked up at her, he wanted to grin and congratulate her on those punches (hey those were damn good punches) but instead he cleared his throat, "I don't know, could be a while unless someone pays a fine and bails us out." He shifted a little, trying to ease his aching back. Someone had kicked him there good.
"I do not understand how a fucking party turned into a pub brawl."
"I don't understand why we're in jail," said Pallas, throwing her hands in the air. "We didn't do anything wrong - we had a reason to be fighting unlike the rest."
Then again, how was she supposed to go the Judge and say Look, this is the REAL Helen from the Trojan War. I'm a Goddes and died to came back to life, and Cronus is working to take over the world. Kindly let me out before I punch your face in. She had a feeling that wouldn't go over well.
She glanced back, more carefully this time. "Are you sure you're alright, Dad?"
"I'm not even going to try to understand modern laws." He rolled his eyes, "Athena might be able to give you more reasons as to why we're here, personally if things were as they should-" he scowled.
"I'm fine." He looked up at her, "Annoyed but fine, what about you?"
She crossed her arms, and then uncrossed them, looking out through the bars. "Well Athena's not here," she said grumpily. "And if there was a trial, she'd be against us wouldn't she?" If she didn't hate mortals before she most definitely did now.
A look back at her father, and she pursed her lips. Now wasn't really the time..."Fine," Pallas returned. "The adrenaline's wearing off, and I'm just past the annoyed point."
"Technically, probably?" Triton shrugged, "Sit down, we can't do a thing until they come in and decide you can have a phone call or something. I saw that on the television." So it probably worked similarly to that, he wasn't sure.
"You... you fought well."
Pallas groaned, but did fall back on her chair. "A phone call?" The list of people she could call - could call and actually be helpful was tiny. Besides was this call supposed to be to family letting them know you were screwed and in jail, or to a lawyer for trial?
The last comment jolted her from her thoughts, and she couldn't help the grin that spread. "You fought very well yourself." A planning pause. "For an old man."
Triton gave her an incredulous look but then laughed, "Your old man still has some fight in him." Being with his daughter like this- it was the way things should have been- but somehow the fates had screwed everything up for them.
"You ought to maybe call Styx." At this he looked over at her, waiting for her reaction.
"Some?" She might have been teasing before, but now it was her turn to be incredulous. "Dad, did you see how many you got out of the way before the cops got you?"
And of course at that last comment the grin metamorphised into pursed lips. "She wouldn't want to hear from me right now," Pallas said. She glanced at the bars again, hoping he'd just change the topic.
"As many as you did, which was pretty good if I may say so. Though I think you got a couple more." He laughed a little, but that stopped when she looked away.
Slowly he reached over to ruffle her hair. "I don't think so." But he left it at that, "She'd probably want you home with her rather than in a cell with your old man." he dropped his hand, ready to change the topic now.
"Maybe," she said, doubting it. He had gotten a headstart on her after all...at the ruffling of hair and comment, she frowned.
"She told me shd didn't want to speak to me, Dad. It hasn't even been a week..." Pallas turned back to him, crossing her arms across her chest. "And I'll have to apply for a job at that Achilles' gym, if it's before the week is up."
"I'm sorry." And with that he let the topic drop, moving to rest back against the cell wall. Pallas was a grown woman, besides, what right did he have to comment on others personal interaction when... well, the best example right now was Ganymede.
That soured his mood.
"Don't be," she said, not turning to him. The thing was...well fuck it, it was her pride wasn't it? It was her only excusing for not calling - aside from the fact that she wasn't sure if she was allowed to call in the first place.
She glanced back at him, slightly willing to bring up the topic again when she noticed the look on his face.
"Something the matter? Aside from being in jail, that is."
"Nothing I want to discuss here." Triton answered frankly and nodded towards the guard approaching outside, "Especially here." All he needed now was to broadcast his love life to all the prison.
Or whatever life.
Luckily for Triton, Pallas was successfully distracted. "Do we ask him about the phone calls?"
Luckily for them that was exactly what the guard had come to tell them. They each had a right to a phone call.
"Pallas, you go first." Triton offered her an encouraging smile. "I'll wait here till you come back." Not that he could go anywhere but...just in case.
Glancing at the guard, and then back at her Dad. "You really think I should call St- I mean, Melinda?" The guard was tapping his foot, but this was...well, she honestly didn't want to leave at all. Nor call Styx, but that was another matter.
Triton shrugged, "If that is what you think is right, can't really make you do it or not." Another reminder that he was not a little girl, "It would make sense to, but ultimately it is up to you."
Pallas bit her lip, and quickly gave her Dad a hug. "I've got a few seconds to think about it, but I'll think about it," she promised. "It's just nearly killing that mortal boy, and having her laugh at me, right?"
He returned the hug, "Maybe she won't laugh." He offered though he wasn't sure, he didn't know Styx at all and... maybe he ought to have them both over for dinner or some mortal thing like that.
"Good luck."
She bit her lip and nodded. "Thanks," she said giving him one last squeeze and leaving to follow the guard and his orders.
Maybe Styx wouldn't laugh when she called - but knowing her she'd probably laugh later at her and her father's sudden flair for trouble.