𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓! [pjo]

XV; blind asshole

━━━hazel's pov

.・゜゜・───・゜゜・

As it turns out, finding a blind man in Portland, Oregon wasn't that hard. The screaming and weedwacker definitely helped. They walked, wrapped up in Polartec jackets, through the cold rain. Percy and Cal were curled toward each other, Percy's arm around her shoulders and hers around his waist.

    There wasn't any traffic, as most Portlanders were inside, away from the rain. There was only a little traffic, mostly bikers and homeless people. Cal's hair was wet against her neck.

    "I hate you and your instant dry powers." She grumbled. Percy laughed.

They were walking down Glisan street when they all heard him. 'HA! TAKE THAT, YOU STUPID CHICKENS!' followed by the revving of some kind of machinery.

    "You think?" Frank asked. They all nodded in response and ran toward the sounds.

    They got to the parking lot the screaming came from, they found an old man standing in a lot filled with food trucks waving a weed-wacker and a bunch of harpies trying to steal food off of his table.

    "Those are harpies!" Hazel exclaimed. "Which means--"

    "That's Phineas," Frank said.

Cal leaned toward them, "I don't like this, guys."

They ran across the lot and squeezed between two food trucks. Cal's stomach grumbled.

The guy in the bathrobe was old and fat and ugly. He was balding with a receding hairline of white hair, and scars on his forehead. His bathrobe was probably the grossest part of him, dirty and covered in stains of ketchup, mustard, and other mystery sauces.

The guy was obviously blind, milky white eyes staring unseeingly. It was unnerving, to say the least.

"Back, dirty chickens!" He screamed, waving his weed wacker with horrible aim.

The harpies looked terribly ill, skinny with sunken cheeks and potato-sack clothes. They surround the area around him, perching on lamp posts, trees, and tops of food trucks. Feathers fluttered down to the ground every time they batted their molted wings. Shriveled and thin hands rested at the top of their wings.

"are--Are they ok?" Cal asked Percy, nodding her head at the surrounding harpies. Percy shook his head in response.

"It doesn't feel right." He replied, shifting closer, "They should be plump.."

Cal nodded back to him, "I know."

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Phineas was a dick. a big, disgusting, egotistical one that drove all four of them insane. Cal's teeth felt smaller and softer from grinding them so much. They were walking through the streets of Portland, trying to locate the concerningly skinny harpie that had disappeared. Cal kicked at the cracks in the sidewalk.

"God, that--that creature!!" She felt like screaming. Percy wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

    Hazel nodded, "that man..he needs to die again." she smacked the side of a bus, looking like she was holding back tears. Cal departed from Percy and grabbed Hazel's hand, squeezing it.

    The girl had always looked so alive, so vibrant, like she was from a different, more clear, plane than the rest of them. Cal wasn't surprised, considering she came back from the dead. She'd been so confident when they first met, fierce and determined against the gorgons, leading them to safety without question. Powerful. Cal was jealous of her vibrancy.