A Warning to the People
POSTED ON Nov 1, 2013 19:11:10 GMT -8
Post by Anthony Anderson on Nov 1, 2013 19:11:10 GMT -8
Anthony was at the meeting room early like he always was. He wasn’t used to have to actually use the room. Usually he could just hang out with Sami and Cameron and discuss things with the two of them. But there was a new Pharaoh and she had her own guard as well. The new guard was Reid, someone he knew and trusted – though there was no one he trusted more than Cameron. The new Pharaoh, well, he had yet to officially meet her. He guessed that he knew her because he knew everyone at the camp, but it had been the camp staff’s decision, and he had no clue who they picked.
He wasn’t used to having to share the power of being a Pharaoh. One might think that he would be relieved to share the power, the weight he constantly held on his shoulders. But he wasn’t. It wasn’t about the power – he wasn’t power-hungry. Would he have to train her? He groaned at that thought. Hopefully the camp staff had chosen someone who was more than ready for the task and weight. Considering that the decisions made by the Pharaohs affected the entire camp, it came with a lot of weight that pounded against their shoulders. Only the camp staff could undo a decision by the Pharaohs, and typically they chose good Pharaohs so they wouldn’t have to.
The meeting room was set up like a throne room. There were two thrones for the two Pharaohs. Anyone else who attended – which was usually the guards, Prophet, and a few camp staff – stood while the Pharaohs sat. He didn’t know why it was set up like that, but he didn’t complain. Knowing his luck, if he complained, he would be put in charge of remodeling the room. He sat down on his “throne” – thinking of it as an actual throne made him squirm and feel weird. His father may have been the king of the gods – or former, he wasn’t sure who was currently in charge – but that didn’t mean he had any attention to ever be a king.
Currently it was just him and Cameron in the room. It wasn’t far from the time when the meeting was supposed to begin, so he was expecting the new Pharaoh, Reid, and Sami to show up at any time. Considering he shared a room with Cameron, it would make sense that they would already be in the meeting room, waiting for it to begin. Of course the rooms for campers had only one bed, but that was because no one was allowed to share a room. That rule fell on deaf ears to Anthony, of course. He was so used to having Cameron by his side that he got fidgety and irritated even more easily without him. Since they had been kids, him having all-but grown up at camp, and especially once he and Cameron had gotten close, he had snuck the boy into his room and curled up with him.
The camp staff had learned that there was nothing they could do about it. Threatening to take away his title didn’t affect him and wasn’t a smart choice – he was a good Pharaoh and they knew that. Besides, it wasn’t as if he and Cameron actually did anything, though they shared a bed. They had drawn a line and anything that involved a severe lack of clothing would definitely be crossing that line. He felt that there were times that Cameron was testing how close to that line he could get, but he usually didn’t complain or stop him. He had yet to figure out how close they could get as well.
The son of Ra had a feeling that somehow at the camp, Sami was fluttering around Reid, getting to know the newest guard. He trusted Reid, but a protectiveness like that of an older brother swelled up within him whenever Reid was close to or especially alone with Sami. There were things Sami hid from him, but the Prophet had admitted to feeling attracted to Reid. And when Sami got a crush, he tended to hover, in Anthony’s opinion. He didn’t get a crush that often, but it was admittedly cute how he behaved around those he liked. However he swore that he would wring Reid’s neck if he ever hurt the Prophet.
He was staring off into space, thoughtfully. He had already prepared for the meeting with the help of Cameron – though he had asked for his guard’s help, he had mostly gently pushed him aside and ended up doing most of the work by himself. He wasn’t good at sharing work. He needed to work on that. His gaze was staring at his staff, the unusual weapon that he used. Most would have thought that the trained Pharaoh would have preferred something sharper, perhaps a sword, but he had always used that one staff, a gift from his father. He was so used to it and talented with it that he could twirl it around like a baton.
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TAGGED:; @camron, @reid, Samuel Connors
NOTES:; Karen, once you’re done with your Pharaoh, you can add her to the thread too <3