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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Apr 2, 2020 21:02:05 GMT -5
hello there! this is a little thread for my friend 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 and I to role-play our plot! please feel free to lurk but all coding is mine {although, heavily inspired by this lovely thread}, the characters are ours, and the plot is ours! please, also, refrain from posting! thank you! c:
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Apr 2, 2020 21:02:22 GMT -5
so basically this is a PJO based role-play. that means lotsa young, dumb kids, full of dumb decisions! but they're just kids (aged 13-15), who are confused and new to the world of other dumb teenage kids!
anyway, there's a bad guy: Prometheus. this man's really got it out for the whoooole human race because he's bitter about the one time he gave man fire and as a result got chained to a rock. since then, he believes that man was not made to meddle.
enter Percy Jackson and the rest of you meddling kids!! we all know the story; Percy saved the world from Kronos yet again, yadda yadda yadda. except that Prometheus was trying to side with Kronos because he believes that these dumb kids should not meddle with gods; they're DEMIgods, Demi for a REASON, and ~replaceable~.
so now Prometheus has earned his spot back on his rock, and he wants O U T. do you blame him though, like honestly, death by vultures? not so vegan, i'll pass. Prometheus is now working in tangent with Morpheus because he has seen it: Kronos is coming, again.
now, of course, there's a group of 9 (YEAH THAT'S RIGHT, 9 WHOLE DEMIGODS OOO) on a quest to go save the world. do we know what they're doing? no. do they know? no. is that what makes this fun? no yes. oh, and did I mention?
there's a snitch ! more to come later c:
The Prophecy [ As decreed by the Oracle herself~ ] { It's me, I'm Oracle }
A fire in the west, tethered against his will, Calls upon a friend, slumbering still. 9 demigods, a perfect triad of threes, Shall set out, guided by one who speaks to trees. Be wary of a trickster, a false dragon in the midst. Do not let yourselves be fooled by a strong Mist. But though it may try to disrupt your heart, Your bonds cannot be broken, till death do you part.
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Apr 2, 2020 21:02:32 GMT -5
intra's den with save: [ link ]
star's den with save: [ link ]
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Apr 2, 2020 21:48:23 GMT -5
[ ok ! I am done, we can just meme around now my love c; 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 ]
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on Apr 2, 2020 21:53:46 GMT -5
[ define 'meme around' ]
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Apr 2, 2020 23:05:51 GMT -5
[ WHAT DO YOU mean, do you SEE the banana ]
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on Apr 3, 2020 7:45:31 GMT -5
[ i only see the banana c: ]
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on Apr 13, 2020 0:02:27 GMT -5
also u know i added another character so you have to change this:
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on Apr 16, 2020 17:02:15 GMT -5
cancelled
>:)
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Apr 16, 2020 18:46:52 GMT -5
google, how to delete someone else’s post please
Just for this I’m DEFINITELY not finishing tonight bc ur roood
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on Apr 17, 2020 21:39:41 GMT -5
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on May 16, 2020 20:25:57 GMT -5
I have decided that you have waited long enough and that my characters are DONE so c: you’re WLECOME hehe
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 16, 2020 22:07:27 GMT -5
a single thank
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 19, 2020 11:12:25 GMT -5
if u keep liking my posts i will throw myself into the ocean
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 19, 2020 11:33:22 GMT -5
Carro
The light of dawn sifted through the crack beneath the door, waking him as it did every day with a warmth that felt somehow more authentic than the Greek fire torches that burned along the obsidian columns lining the dark walls of the cabin. The sun was the only thing that reminded him there was a whole world outside, that he hadn’t died in his sleep and been buried in his coffin-bed. A strange choice of decor, but who was he to complain?
Then he remembered what day it was. June first. The unofficial start to summer, the first day that camp was in session. People would begin to arrive around eleven. Breathing deep, Carro sighed, dragging himself out of bed and getting dressed for the day. He had some hours before he would have to talk to anybody, so he wrote a quick letter to his uncle, picturing the train tracks by their old house in his mind’s eye all the while. He and his uncle had moved to the other side of town after the fire, and still, two years later, he could conjure the sound of the metal rails rattling, the drawn-out whistle in the distance.
Stepping outside to bring the letter to the Big House was good for him to clear his head. The sun danced off the dew-laden grass, which had permeated through his shoes by the time he climbed the hill and deposited the letter in the mailbox. Carro wandered across the lawn to Thalia’s pine, the Golden Fleece rippling in the breeze on the lower branches of the tree, glinting in the morning light. Peleus lifted his head as Carro approached, letting out twin puffs of smoke. He shook his head like a dog, ruffling- or rather, clicking- his copper scales happily as Carro reached up a hand to stroke the dragon’s nose. From there, he looked down at the meadow, sweeping his gaze over the strawberry fields, the training arena, the woods.
The dining pavilion shone white and welcoming, the sun streaked from the lake to its pillars, and he watched as a few of the other year-round campers stumbled toward it from the cabins. Sighing to himself, he gave a last good-bye pat to Peleus before he made his own way back down the hill to breakfast.Peih-Gee
Peih-gee was up early the morning of June first, cleaning Cabin Ten thoroughly; sweeping the checkered porch, watering the potted carnations lining the windows, dusting beneath all the bunks. The wooden building was kept immaculate by the harpies, but as counselor, she always took it upon herself to purify and personalize it as much as she could, ensuring her siblings’ trunks were ready for them to return. She had gotten one of the Hephaestus kids to carve her little wooden hearts, which she’d painted and tied to a unique bottle of perfume, one for each of her siblings. She was eager to see them all again for a few months. During the year, it was just her and Elaina. While they got along as well as any half-sisters could, they both missed having a full cabin.
Peih-gee strode back inside once she was satisfied the ground outside was spotless. Shaking Elaina’s shoulder to wake her, she whispered in gleeful imitation, her voice nearing a shrill tone as she quoted one of Elaina’s favorite movies, “Today’s the day, the sun is shining, the tank is clean, and we are getting outta-” She gasped, “-the tank is clean.”
Elaina smiled, her eyes still closed. “The tank is clean!” She mumbled, rolling over and feeling blindly for her mirror. Peih-gee giggled and picked it up off the floor where it had fallen, handing it to her.
“Hurry up, I want to get to breakfast! You look fine, El.” As Elaina inspected her face blearily, rubbing a finger under her eyes, Peih-gee drew back the lace curtains and tucked her hair behind her ear as Elaina got up and made her bed. The other daughter of Aphrodite went to the bathroom, but Bee made sure to hound her so she was only in there for ten minutes before they headed for the pavilion. Milo
The warmth of the old-fashioned prairie house of Cabin Fifteen ensured that Milo stayed asleep as long as he possibly could. The hearth kept the room a perfect temperature for the coziest atmosphere even in winter, and the water from the river Lethe running into tin bowls on the mantel ensured a state of drowsiness any time of day. It was hard to leave the soft, pillowy comforter that he cocooned himself in, but eventually the chirping of birds outside the door roused him enough to get him to roll out of bed. Literally. Thankfully, there wasn’t a big gap between the mattress and the floor. Milo landed on the ground, stretching and taking his time with waking.
Finally, he heard his tummy growl at him, and he untangled himself from his covers, bunching them up and plopping them back on the bed for the cleaning harpies to arrange. Milo glanced around at the other already-made beds, empty now, but it wouldn’t be long now before he had some company. As much as he enjoyed having other children of Hypnos around in the summer, and listening to their stories, he would miss how quiet the camp was throughout the rest of the year. He’d spent most of the past year practicing his sword-fighting, hoping to impress his older brother and two younger sisters. This was his fourth year at Camp Half-Blood, and his secret wish was to be as skillful as his brother, Thaddeus. Him and the girls, Merle and Delilah, were more family to Milo than anyone, even his own mother. And he was okay with that.
Instead of the usual depressive blackhole, he felt a spark of excitement in his chest as he left the cabin. Rare was the day when he didn’t think about his mother, but today was one of them. Today’s going to be a good day. It was going to be a good summer, he could feel it. No pitying looks, no whispers behind his back. They would be awestruck, that’s right, he would show them how much he’d improved. As good as Thaddeus. As good as Percy Jackson, even. Shutting the door behind him, he straightened the wreath of red poppies stapled to it, smiling to himself. This was home, and it wasn’t going anywhere. He could almost hear his sisters’ laughter and squeals as they ran to embrace him. A few more hours and you will, he reassured himself as he jogged to the dining pavilion, sticking to himself and avoiding the other year-round campers as he took a seat at the end of one of the tables.
Regan
Like she had for half her life now, Regan woke, staring at a spot where the wallpaper had been peeled in strips beside her bed. It annoyed her, the imperfection, the complete lack of care. Someone could easily paint over it, couldn’t they? She would do it herself if Sarah hadn’t told her not to. “It’s rustic,” her older sister had said, which only made Regan huff in disbelief. It’s neglected, is what it is.
She bit back a sigh, sliding out of bed and changing out of her pajamas. She brushed her hair and her teeth in the dim light coming through the infinite crevices in the Hermes cabin walls and roof slats, before she snuck past the rest of the sleeping kids, opening and closing the creaky screen door slowly. For some reason, it always smelled like charcoal inside, and she was glad to be rid of it, standing now in the fresh breeze from the ocean.
Regan sat down on the concrete steps for a while, waiting for her sister to wake up. She had no desire to go get food without Sarah. If she did, she would almost certainly be bombarded by one of their half-siblings, and she had no interest in anything more than casually hanging out with them. Unfortunately for Regan, her sister did not get up, and she grew impatient. She slipped back inside the cabin, glancing at her sister as she went over to her own bed, bending over and reaching under to take out her bow and quiver. She glared at Sarah’s back, willing her to wake up, as she left again. Resigned to practicing her marksmanship, she prayed to the empty, yet pretty, blue sky, that she wouldn’t run into any annoying rays of Apollo sunshine at the range. Sarah
The rustle of the others getting up and getting ready for the morning was what finally woke Sarah. Yawning, she ran a hand over her necklace before she sat up in bed. It didn’t surprise her to see her little sister’s bed vacant; Regan was a restless girl, and there was little Sarah could do to change that.
“We’ll see you at breakfast, Sarah!” One of their brothers, Bryan, said as he passed by. She stood and nodded. “Yep, see you there!” She smiled at them as Bryan and a few of the other permanent campers walked past her out of the cabin, leaving her alone inside. After she’d changed, she looked under Regan’s bed, already guessing that her sister had gone to practice with her bow and arrows.
Sarah soon went to fetch Regan, smiling as she passed a few other campers heading the opposite way, toward the pavilion by the water. The brunette was almost skipping by the time she reached the range, her gait light and giddy. Her thoughts were winding, consumed with the different possibilities of this new camp term. She was excited to see her friends, excited to brainstorm ideas for her sister’s birthday, which was a little more than a week away. Regan never liked big surprises or parties, so they wouldn’t do anything extravagant. Sarah was a good gift-giver, but she would need to use whatever quiet time she could find later to come up with something.
“Hey, Regan!” She greeted her sister, stopping beside her as Regan was pulling the string back and taking aim, ignoring Sarah.
“Time to get something to eat, babe.” Sarah coaxed, watching Regan as she released the string. The arrow nearly hit the center, and Regan gave her an exasperated look. Sarah grinned as Regan went to retrieve the arrow, replacing it in the quiver with the rest and slinging it over her shoulder with her bow in hand. She grumbled an ‘okay’ and Sarah looped her arm through her sister’s, leading her back to the cabins to drop off her things before they continued on to the pavilion.
The two daughters of Hermes found the table where the rest of their siblings were already eating along one bench. To Regan’s chagrin, her sister waved a couple of her friends over as another couple year-rounders trickled in. Two strikingly blonde twins joined them, sitting across the table with a few other Apollo kids, as well as the two girls from Aphrodite, and some other half-bloods of scattered heritage. Regan tried to make herself as small as possible as Sarah beamed at the two of them.
“Morning, Sam, Abigail. Are you guys excited for camp to start?” She asked, nudging Regan and forcing her to sit up straight.
“Hi,” Regan muttered, trying desperately to think of what she wanted to eat so she could use it as an excuse to get up and make her offering. She wasn’t hungry, though, and could only really request sparkling grape juice to drink. Her glass filled and she picked it up, looking down as she held it in her lap, avoiding eye contact with everyone for as long as she could, preferring to sulk.
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Milo, meanwhile, had watched as people trickled in, filling in the seats at the same table but nowhere near close to him, until the Hermes cabin showed up. There were quite a few of them who had no families to return to for the school year, almost as if Hermes had a thing for vagabonds. At times he wondered if there’d been some mistake, if he wasn’t really a child of Hypnos, because it didn’t seem likely that his father would fall for someone like his mother. His half-siblings all had wonderful mothers, with pretty eyes and loving hugs. He’d seen them when they came to pick them up when camp ended on August eighth. They’d been kind to him, as if he were their own son, and it made him wonder where things had gone so wrong for him. It didn’t seem fair.
He shrugged these thoughts off his shoulders, thinking ahead to tonight, when every seat would be full. A few of the Hermes kids smiled and waved at him, and he smiled back, watching as they went to scrape part of their plates into the fire for their dad. Milo had already done so, but as usual, he didn’t have much to say. Thanks, I guess. He was alive, after all. A rarity for demigods throughout the world, right? His mother had done the bare minimum to ensure his safety for ten years, and at this point, he figured his father had probably helped her in some unseen way. That was one thing he could be grateful for, even if he’d been miserable most of the time. Things were better now, and they would only continue to get better, he just knew it.
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Carro was one of the last to arrive. Magic filled his plate with french toast and his cup with a caramel latte. He went to offer a piece to his father, but along the way, someone bumped into him. He whirled around, expecting to see a short, trembling twelve-year-old, but that was not who was standing there. He found he had to lift his eyes if only slightly to meet her gaze. Charlotte, the daughter of Hecate. Her aura surrounded her, a strong, smoke-gray color, weaving to and fro with her steady heartbeat.
“Watch where you’re going,” he said, brow furrowed in a warning frown. He wasn’t interested in fighting, but she needed to be more careful. If he didn’t scold her, who would?
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on May 27, 2020 19:24:38 GMT -5
abigail
Like any good Apollo child, Abigail rose with the sun. Well, rather, before. Abigail rolled onto her side and leaned over to peer down at her brother with a grin as the first hints of gold twinkled into the dawn around them. Her grin faded into a scowl as she grabbed her pillow, reaching down and smacking the still sleeping boy. Sampson, her twin, grunted, but made no move.
”Sam!” She whispered a bit too loudly, glancing around to be sure she hadn’t awakened any of the others as an afterthought, and found that they were all snoozing along peacefully (much to her relief). ”Sampson, get up! It’s the first day,” She hissed, turning and scrambling lithely down the ladder. Sampson gave another groan, rolling over. Abigail rolled her eyes.
”I’m going, with or without you!” Her voice was barely a whisper at this point as she snatched his pillow out from under his head and smacked the top with it before releasing quickly. She bolted, flying from the cabin as her brother made a disgruntled noise of sleeping anger. The small girl darted to the beach, glancing back only after a moment. In the early light, she could make out her brother’s taller figure moving quickly to catch up with her, not too far behind. She gave a smug smile, turning and heading to the beach.
On the first day of camp each year, she and Sampson would rise before the sun so they could sit on the beach and greet their father as he passed over. The beach had the most open sky, and they almost felt like he was waving back at the two. Abigail couldn’t remember which of them had come up with it, but they had done it since they arrived, and she wasn’t about to miss.
She sank into the sand, leaning in to her brother as he wrapped an arm around her. They stared at the sunrise, watching the blues of the water melt into diamonds and gold beneath the sun’s life-giving beam in silence before heading back to the cabin to greet the few others that were rising. They got ready swiftly and before too long, the small group (save a few) made their way over to volleyball courts. They all did some morning yoga to stretch and warmup (including Sunrise Salutations, obviously) before making their way onto the courts to start a friendly game.
Abigail was quick on her feet, surprisingly, considering the sand. She darted here and there, serving and saving like no other. She was the best on the team, though she would never believe it if you told her, flitting around like a small bird. Soon, after a light scrimmage, the group broke apart and began to make their way to breakfast. Abigail beamed under the praise of her teammates, glancing at her brother who merely smiled at the shorter girl, following quietly behind her to breakfast. sampson
Sampson, although not quite as high achieving as his twin sister, was still a good child of Apollo. He rose and set with the sun, and enjoyed music and archery. Although, unlike his creative and athletic sister, Sampson found he preferred the medical side of Apollo. He found the intricacies of science far more stimulating, though his research and reading often left him tired.
So, when Abigail rose before the sun, Sampson was determined to stay in bed, as was per usual for the two. And then, much to his dismay, he found himself, well, persuaded out of bed, as per usual.
“Abigail, shut up,” He grumbled under his breath. He was almost certain that she had given up, tradition or not, when a pillow slammed into the side of his head. He bolted upright groggily with a scowl, but Abigail was long gone, the slender girl flitting down to the beach. Sam rolled his eyes as he dragged himself out of bed and followed. Once outside, he broke into a light jog to catch up, soon coming to fall in beside his flighty twin.
He punched her arm gently, giving her a sleepy smile before sitting on the sand, pulling her close to him as they watched their dad drag his sun chariot across the blue ocean of the sky. They sat as long as they could before Sampson decided he needed to brush his teeth now. They headed back before going to the volleyball courts for a quick game. Sampson more watched than played, eyes trained for any potential injuries and supporting his sister before they headed to breakfast.
Once Abigail had gotten her fill of the praises and attention, Sampson joined his twin as they walked to the Pavilion. He said nothing as she chattered absently about the game. He remained silent, despite Abigail's endless droning on, until the Pavilion came into view and he sped up slightly, grinning over at her.
”Abigail, hurry up. I’m starving,” He groaned as Abigail rolled her eyes with a snort. ”When aren’t you hungry?” She retorted but jogged to catch up as he slid eagerly into his usual seat with the other Apollo kids. He looked up as Sarah and Regan appeared with a few other Hermes kids and gave them a brilliant smile.
”Hey Sarah,” He greeted before turning his gaze to her smaller and less enthusiastic sister. His expression softened as he shifted, letting Abigail take over Sarah’s attention as she burst into excited conversation about how she couldn’t wait to see the rest of their siblings and shifting into talks of volleyball. Sampson gazed at Regan for a moment as the sullen girl sulked over her cup of…grape juice? He couldn’t tell for sure.
”Hi Regan,” He greeted after a moment. When the girl said nothing, continuing to stare at her cup, he swallowed, nervously clearing this throat. ”No appetite? What, are you nervous about everyone coming back or something?” He tried again, leaning forward toward her slightly, ignoring the grumbling of his stomach and the food piled high on his plate, concern shining in his deep blue eyes as he brushed a blonde curl back from his eyes, waiting patiently.
charlotte
Charlotte was a night owl, to say the least. The poor girl had just barely closed her eyes, it seemed, when the sunlight filtered into the quiet cabin. She scrunched up her nose with a groan, throwing a long, dark arm elegantly across her face. She lay in silence for a few more moments before some birds (that she would have sworn were perched right beside her head) began to bicker outside her window. She grumbled something unintelligible before shifting upright and untangling her long, lanky limbs from her bedsheets. She perched on the edge of her bunk, staring at the completely empty cabin with exhausted eyes, lids drooping. Sunlight illuminated the dust twirling gracefully in the gentle beams, consumed in their own dance.
”Alright Charlotte, up and ‘attem.” Her voice shattered the stillness of the deathly quiet room once more as the birds had since taken their arguing elsewhere. She got to her feet slowly with a soft grunt, stretching upwards until her fingers nearly grazed the ceiling. She felt her muscles pulling free from incomplete slumber, hearing her lower back pop! With a satisfied exhale, she completely relaxed as she swung her arms down to her side, disrupting the dust’s pirouette.
She changed into a cream colored cotton crop top and beige linen shorts, already feeling the heat creeping into the cabin further with the rising of the sun higher in the sky. After brushing her teeth and scrubbing her face, she applied a layer of chapstick and slipped into her shoes, gliding down the stairs three at a time. She paused, squinting in the bright morning light as her eyes adjusted from the darkness of the cabin before turning and heading to breakfast, stomach rumbling. She already knew what she was going to get. She got the same thing every morning: A spinach, red pepper, ham, and provolone omelette with sriracha sauce drizzled on the top with a side of fresh fruit and a cup of black coffee followed by a cup of water. Gee, I sure hope Mom doesn’t get bored of getting the same thing every morning.
Trudging to breakfast, she sat down at the opposite end of the table from a familiar Hypnos kid, though she couldn’t place his name at the moment. Not that she cared to; Charlotte wasn’t one to learn faces, much less names, although she did pick up on more than she intended to. Promptly her plate was filled, and she rose smoothly to her feet, drifting after the others to make her offering. She wasn’t paying too much attention this morning, still waking up after her brief nap the night before, and barely noticed when her shoulder cuffed a nearby individual. She would have just kept moving, if it weren’t for the accusing tone that assaulted her and stopped her in her tracks.
She paused, debating on how to react. She was tired, hungry, and cranky, and didn’t really feel like interacting. But, she knew that voice all too well, unfortunately, and so she picked her usual. Turning slowly toward the boy as he spoke, she gazed intently at him, aware of her enhanced aura shimmering in the sunlight. She canted her head slightly to the right as she met his gaze. Not that it mattered if she looked him in the eyes or at his forehead because the girl just wasn’t…present. Her eyes stared directly through him, almost as if she could see his skeleton beneath or the grass on the ground behind him. Her expression was beyond disinterested, practically not even conscious.
”Oh, hi Carro. Didn’t see you there, your majesty,” She responded. Her voice was low and quiet, monotone (despite the faint rolling of the r’s in his name) until the last two words where her lips quirked ever so slightly at the corners, almost as if she were amused by the situation. She allowed her gaze to travel him up and down, before coming up to rest on his once more with that empty look, boring holes into his with her deep brown, nearly black, pools. She then turned gently on her heel and began moving to the flame, not an ounce of apology or regret to be even imagined in her wake. oliver
Oliver had been asleep for several hours before the sun had crawled into the sky that morning and then for even longer before it stumbled through his window and draped across his face. The small boy seemed unperturbed, for a while, until he became aware of something tickling his face. Oliver’s eyes snapped open as his hand came to cup his cheek. He sat up abruptly, feeling something crawl into his hand. He gave a slight shudder and a groan before pulling his hand back to find a lovely little jumping spider trembling back at him. His groggy gaze sharpened as he stared, squinting for a moment as he tried to process.
Ugh, the ivy’s drooping again. Oliver ran a finger lightly down the little arachnid’s back lovingly, earning a pleasant wiggle of delight from the gentle creature. He shifted, getting to his feet and kicking all his blankets on the floor in the process. He gently caressed and vine of ivy that had crept closer to him during the night, assessing the plant before moving around the side of it. He found a more secure spot, and tilted his hand forward, letting the little friend crawl back into the safety of the plants. He then turned, getting the watering can and made his way around the inside of the small cabin, tending to all the plants. He pruned some, pushed some closer to the light, rearranged others; you know, general plant care.
After he was done with the first part of his plant routine, Oliver began to get ready for the day. He made his bed, scrubbed his face, combed and styled his hair, brushed his teeth, and then got dressed for the day. The small boy pushed his glasses up his nose and stared at his scrawny reflection for a long moment. Come on Oliver, it’s just the first day. After that, it’s only 2 months, 3 weeks, and 6 more days until you’re alone again. No sweat. One day at a time.
Oliver refilled his watering can and headed outside to water and tend to the plants out front. Then, he left the can on the stoop and made his way down to the Pavilion to get breakfast, trailing behind a loud, obnoxious, sand-covered group of other campers. His upper lip curled slightly in distaste. Ugh, Apollo kids. I know they rise with the sun, but geez, can they lower their volume a little for the rest of us that are just waking up?
At the Pavilion, Oliver paused to figure out where he was going to sit. The Apollo and Hermes kids were already yelling, and the sleepy boy with droopy brown eyes seemed like a safe bet, but a much taller and more intimidating dark girl with an aura so strong it shimmered around her grabbed her plate from his table, so he turned his eyes to the table of Aprodite’s kids.
The group was much quieter, and seemed to keep to themselves, though it wasn’t deliberate. They couldn’t help their clique-ish nature. It was just normal for them. Oliver gave a light nod and made his way to where a lovely girl with a dark bob was sitting. He recognized her as the head counselor, and could tell from her posture and attitude that she adored helping others. I’ll bet that makes you feel real special…Peih Gee. His eyes locked onto her name printed on a handmade pin that was lovely and meticulously crafted.
Oliver wanted to vomit.
Still, finding a smaller quiet group now meant that he would be sure to be safe when everyone else arrived later and he could just hang on the outskirts. So, he straightened and held his chin up slightly, marching over to the table with a spine of steel and belly of butterflies.
”Uhm, hi uh, Peih Gee. Can I sit with you guys?” Oliver’s voice was soft and uncertain, revealing how nervous he was behind his stoic, round-faced exterior. ”None of my siblings have gotten back yet, and I don’t see my usual seat buddies.” He widened his eyes slightly, glancing around for a moment before back to Peih Gee, slumping his shoulders slightly for effect. Oh, poor little Oliver, friends no where to be found! If only there was someone willing to take in the poor orphan boy to make themselves feel better!
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 27, 2020 20:18:35 GMT -5
never forget 2k20 notice how i cut abu out cause she doesnt exist canonically
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on Jun 24, 2020 16:22:55 GMT -5
Carro
In the city, he would have gotten jumped if he looked sideways at a person who was on the other side of the street, let alone bumping shoulders with them. The impertinence he saw in Charlotte would have found her swimming in dangerous waters, had their roles been reversed. Maybe she knew this. Maybe she didn’t care. There weren’t many girls like that where he was from. He would have been willing to let the matter go if she’d done the sensible thing and apologized. For whatever reason, some part of her wouldn’t let her. She refused, out of pride… or she was just stubborn as hell.
She was audacious, he had to give her that. Anyone else would have bowed their heads to avoid looking directly at him as they whispered frantically, scurrying away like mice. Not Charlotte. She looked at him— no, she looked through him, as if she didn’t even see him there. Carro had seen that distant look before, and it brought forth an unease he couldn’t easily shake, the kind that made his hackles rise in a blackout, for instance. She had those eyes that saw the person in front of her as wasted space. The lack of respect was getting on his nerves. It was plain as day, written all over her face despite the blank expression she wore. His blood was boiling by the time she finally met his gaze after looking him up and down like she was examining a rotating spit of al pastor to determine which portion she wanted.
Continuing on to the brazier, without ever acknowledging that she was at fault for running into him, Carro watched her walk away, shocked. He shut his mouth, swallowing whatever insult had been poised at his lips. He couldn’t follow her, forced to play her game of ‘this is beneath me’. It wouldn’t affect her either way, and it irked him that she was getting what she wanted. She doesn’t watch her step, she’ll force my hand. One instance wasn’t enough to justify throwing punches, or worse, using his demigod abilities to put her in her place, but it could’ve been. Unfortunately, this thought wasn’t enough to vindicate his feelings.
Glancing around him, he noticed a few pairs of curious eyes that darted back down to their plates before he could meet them with a forbidding glare. Once he believed no one was watching, he stalked over to make his own offering, long after Charlotte had returned to sit near the Hypnos kid, whose heavy-lidded eyes gave him the impression that he was half-asleep still. Carro chose one of the tables that were completely empty at the edge of the open-air pavilion. He sat facing the Long Island Sound, his back turned to the camp and rest of the half-bloods. The faintest echo from the waves on the shore whispered in his ear, almost drowned under the loud voices and conversations behind him. He was no longer hungry, his thoughts sliding into a pathetic heap of self-pity.
What had he ever done to her to deserve this? She’s a witch, he thought, the back of his neck burning from spite. She should have been grateful he hadn’t retaliated for such insolence. Your majesty. Her words echoed in his head, ricocheting around his skull until his ears were ringing and he had a headache. Eyes squinting shut, he bowed his head over the table, rubbing his temples to try and dispel the negativity she seemed to have tapped into. She had no right to say that to him. He had let her off easy with a warning, and she still called him that to his face. Infuriating.
Peih-Gee
After offering some of their breakfast to their mother, Peih-gee and Elaina floated back to their seats like two inseparable soap bubbles. Elaina had a yogurt parfait of some kind, and fruit salad laden with orange slices and assorted berries littering her plate. Peih-gee was almost jealous of how good it looked, but she didn’t usually like any fruit except bananas. She was happy with her poached egg and toast. The two girls were preoccupied with their food for a bit, listening to the conversations around them, stealthily, mind you. Elaina was the worse gossip, and she knew it too, but she prided herself on having information and spreading it like whipped cream over her fruit.
Peih-gee liked to overhear things, but she was more inclined to keep it a secret than her half-sister. She didn’t think of it as eaves-dropping, but found it hard to label it otherwise. She jumped, looking up as a shadow fell beside her. Elaina did not seem to notice, inspecting her nail polish. He spoke directly to Bee, ignoring Elaina, which seemed to suit them both just fine. Oliver, she recalled. The only child of Demeter left behind during the year. Bee couldn’t say she’d ever talked to him, except to learn his name. She was impressed that he knew hers. He avoided people like the plague, but while she didn’t understand why, she couldn’t exactly blame him either. She didn’t know his story. She blinked at his question, caught off-guard. Why does he want to sit with us today?
Maybe he’d finally gotten too lonely to be able to stand it. The winter months were always her least favorite, even with a sibling to spend time with, so she couldn’t imagine how Oliver must feel. But with camp so close to starting, he must have been expecting to not be alone much longer. Maybe he didn’t want to look like such a loser when the rest of the Demeter kids showed up. Alright, that was a bit much. No need to think callously about this poor boy. At first, she thought it might have been a joke, his expression impassive as a wall, but his voice came out just above a whisper. If he was embarrassed, she would have known it. He’s just shy, she decided, shrugging.
Peih-gee smiled. He looked like a lost puppy. How could she turn him away? Not that she ever would do such a thing to anybody. Nodding, she made Elaina scoot over to make room for the boy to sit between them. Her sister gave her a deathly scowl, but then she seemed to notice Oliver for the first time, and her glare melted away in the sun. Elaina didn’t smile at him, but she pursed her lips, gliding one seat over with as much grace as a feather.
Bee patted the seat between them now. “Of course not. Oliver, right? We don’t mind.” She glanced at Elaina, imploring her to say something to reassure him. Elaina tilted her head, feigning confusion, but then she gave a dazzling smile, tossing her chestnut hair over her shoulder and way over-doing it.
“No, indeed we don’t. Any cute boy is welcome to sit with us.” Elaina gave her a smug look, and Peih-gee rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to Oliver, who perched carefully, as if ready to bolt at any minute.
“Ignore her. If she makes you uncomfortable, I’ll stick her with my pin,” Bee threatened, grinning. “Anyway. I hope everyone gets here soon. The anticipation always kills me each year.”
Milo
The pavilion slowly filled until it was maybe at a fifth of its total capacity. Even with the small number of campers, it was easy enough for Milo to go unnoticed, fading into oblivion among the yelling from the more crowded tables. Hermes, obviously, and the mixed bag of the rest of them still created quite a din that he could hide in. It would be twice as loud at dinner tonight, after the rest of the campers had moved in. There would scarcely be room to breathe, let alone sit, and he relished the (relative) calm around him now. Between taking slow spoonfuls of cereal, he watched the other year-rounders as he had so many times before, wiping milk on his sleeve whenever it dripped down his chin. Some of the kids here were more memorable than others, but he knew almost everyone’s names at this point. He didn’t care if they knew his.
He still felt tired, even after chugging some fizzy caffeinated drink. Maybe a nap before it kicks in, he thought. Since none of his siblings were here yet, he figured he had time. They usually slept late too, and usually, never arrived anywhere on time. Thaddeus was coming from Maine, so not too far, but the Merle lived in Tennessee. She was always ready for a nap as soon as she got to camp, even if she’d slept the entire car ride. Delilah lived in Arizona, but her mother and step-dad were both travelling nurses, so they could be coming from anywhere. Milo was distracted, picturing his siblings faces and trying to compare them to his own features. Did they have a lot of their father’s image in common? He’d never thought about it before. Why he was thinking about it now was a mystery.
He didn’t notice that the daughter of Hecate, Charlotte, had sat at the table with him. Not with him, she was at the other end, but then he lifted his gaze as she moved to the center brazier. A smaller boy, whom he recognized as someone who was probably quieter than he was, was moving toward the table as well, until he saw Charlotte. That seemed to be the deciding factor for the kid, whose name Milo couldn’t summon. He watched as the boy glanced his way, then whipped his head in another direction. He approached the Aphrodite girls, shimmering with… body glitter? Or that’s what it looked like from here, anyway. Milo sighed longingly. He winced, checking to make sure no one had heard him. Gag me with a spoon, Milo thought, slouching in his seat and blushing something fierce. He didn’t have a crush on either of them, on any of them, in fact. But he did like the way they moved, effortlessly, like butterflies. Everyone liked them.
A distinctly angry voice caught his attention, and he turned his head to see Charlotte having some sort of altercation with the Hades kid. She observed the boy coolly as he stewed, and Milo wondered what that was all about, unable to distinguish their words from the rest of the exchanges around them. She turned on her heel and made her offering, leaving Carro— that was his name, wasn’t it?— speechless. Milo stared just as long, until Carro met his gaze, and Milo felt his fear rising instantly, like he was drowning on solid ground. He ducked his head, waiting until Carro had walked away, and even when Charlotte returned, he didn’t look up. Milo was starting to wonder if the Demeter kid had been right to sit with people who were much more stable. Can’t move now, he thought, hurrying to finish his breakfast so he could retreat to the warm safety of his cabin until his siblings showed up.
Regan
Regan wished she could tune them all out. Especially Abigail, talking excitedly with her sister and the other Apollo kids about something stupid, she was sure. Sports, she snorted to herself, stealing a furtive glance at Sarah, who was listening intently as any good friend would. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Regan swirled the bubbles around in her glass for the time being, glad to be paid zero attention again. Lost in the whirlpool, she didn’t feel his eyes on her.
When she heard her name, Regan didn’t look up, though she did wonder who had disturbed her from pretending she was swimming in her drink. Why were they talking to her? She didn’t want to be talked to. She didn’t want to talk back, either. She heard him clear his throat when she didn’t reply right away. He was unsettled. Good. Let him squirm. The voice turned teasing, and she looked up, finally. Surprise, surprise, it was Abi’s male counterpart, her brother, Sam. She studied the tall boy, eyes narrowed, debating whether to humor his attempt at conversation or not. She could have been trying to decide whether to kill him or not. It would make him shut up quicker. He could probably be just as persistent as his twin when he wanted to be. She wanted to avoid finding that out, though.
She stared at the smile lines at the corners of his eyes, thinking he looked older than he was because of them. His ears, too big for his head, poked out from under his curls. Sam leaned over, and Regan made a point of leaning back, despite not sitting remotely close to the table to begin with. Time to shut him down.
“No. Thanks for the concern.” She said, brown eyes meeting his coldly. She only looked away to glance at how much food he had for himself. Next to her empty plate, it almost made her think she should eat something. But she chose a different route, not about to back down from what she perceived as a challenge, when the boy was just trying to be nice.
“Big appetite? What, are you nervous about something?” She asked, daring him to say something just as rude back to her. He won’t do it. Sarah
For a while, Sarah was too engaged in listening to her Apollonian friends to notice her sister’s scathing words to Sam. She was perfectly happy listening to Abigail talk about volleyball, smiling along with them as the other girl practically glowed beneath her cabinmates’ praise for her performance this morning. It was true, Abi was gifted, and she was a total sweetheart.
“I’ll have to play with you guys next time, see if I can give you a run for your money,” she joked, since they all knew she didn’t have nearly as much grace on the sandy court or, quite honestly, the battlefield. “Regan might like to, too. She gets up almost as early as you lot do.” She only received a few knowing, muted giggles at that one. They all knew Sarah’s little sister wanted nothing to do with them. In the silence that followed, as some of the campers got up to make their sacrifices, and others started to dig into the meal, Sarah heard Regan’s voice.
She looked over, confused as to who she could be talking to in such a mean way. She supposed it could be anyone, knowing her sister, but she was mortified to see Regan looking right at Sam. If Abigail noticed, she didn’t say anything to stand up for Sam. That left Sarah to put a stop to it. It was her responsibility anyway.
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“Tiffany-Ellen!” She said, and Regan flinched, slowly sliding her gaze from the boy across the way to her older sister. She knew she was in trouble when Sarah used her first name. There was absolutely no reason for her behavior. Sarah had no doubt that Sam had not said anything to deserve such a response.
“Don’t be so mean! Say you’re sorry, now.” Sarah was frowning at her, a rare sight to see on her face. Despite having initially been scolded, Regan’s jaw tightened. She would fight back, mostly because she was embarrassed that she’d been caught and yelled at in front of other people.
“You’re not my mother,” she said stubbornly, and Sarah gaped at her. What’s gotten into her? She looked at Sam imploringly, apologetic desperation in her eyes before they hardened again and she faced Regan.
“No. So why don’t you stop acting like a child?”
Regan’s face turned beet-red as she gripped the goblet with white knuckles. She mumbled something down at her lap, prompting Sarah to nudge her with her elbow, and not gently.
“Sorry!” Regan said, her voice hushed and angry.
“Look at him and tell him that.”
Regan did so. Why she did so, she couldn’t fathom. Did she actually regret what she’d said? No, but she was starting to see that how she’d said it could come across as hurtful. What do I care if his feelings are hurt. He was being annoying.
“I’m sorry. Sam.” His name escaped her lips through gritted teeth, but Sarah was relieved her sister hadn’t gotten violent. She was getting too old for that. With a last glance at the son of Apollo, Sarah turned her back to Regan to re-enter the conversation taking place down the table with the others. Regan didn’t mind the cold shoulder. It was the stupid boy’s gaze on her that would test her patience now. Again.
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Aug 9, 2020 23:02:06 GMT -5
[ r u ever gonna respond or what ]
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on Aug 10, 2020 16:40:10 GMT -5
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on Sept 14, 2020 17:25:03 GMT -5
[ r u ever gonna respond or what ]
this is for being a lil binch
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Sept 14, 2020 21:50:41 GMT -5
[ r u ever gonna respond or what ]
this is for being a lil binch just for this, you can wait until October for a response c: <3
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on Sept 14, 2020 22:03:53 GMT -5
this is for being a lil binch just for this, you can wait until October for a response c: <3 SPOOKY !!!!
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Sept 14, 2020 22:26:05 GMT -5
just for this, you can wait until October for a response c: <3 SPOOKY !!!! ur in timeout I am deliberately not answering u ratty
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on Sept 15, 2020 11:43:01 GMT -5
ur in timeout I am deliberately not answering u ratty then stop answering me mom
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on Nov 1, 2020 0:06:16 GMT -5
mom?
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 29, 2020 17:51:07 GMT -5
abigail
Abigail giggled brightly at Sarah’s response, a radiant little sunbeam of a girl once more dazzling the table. ”Oh please Sarah, I don’t think we’ll have enough nectar and ambrosia to go around for the rest of us if you start doing that,” She teased affectionately, knowing full well that Sarah was just as aware at her lack of grace as the rest of them.
She shook her head at the older Hermes sister, laughing a little too loudly again at Sarah’s second comment despite the response from others around them, not picking up on the fact that it might have been insensitive. ”Sarah, she likes getting up about as much as my party pooper of a brother over there,” She sighed, rolling her eyes slightly, though there was no malice behind her gentle statement. She loved her calmer brother dearly, and couldn’t imagine him being any other way.
She turned her head then to her plate, distracted with what she was going to eat for breakfast so much that she barely noticed the interaction beside her. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and as such it has to be the most perfect too. You need to pick out proteins to match the carbs, but you also have to make sure to start the day off on a good note!
Decisions, decisions.
sampson
Sam watched as Regan ignored him, swirling her drink, head tilted slightly. She looked grumpier than Abigail when she lost her final volleyball match last summer to that kid from Ares— Jameson. He fought back a smile when she finally looked up at him, her pretty eyes narrowed in grumpy morning frustration. Wait, pretty?
He blinked at the intrusiveness of the thought as she finally responded, forcing himself to reign in his wandering mind. He held her gaze carefully, expression becoming a gentle interest now, respecting her clear desire for space. He was quite attune to emotions in that way, a funny habit that he picked up when he started reading about psychology a few summers ago. It was rather a lucky skill that he had attained as he now was much better in combat, able to get inside is opponent’s mind.
But right now, this wasn’t hand to hand combat. It was a conversation with a lovely girl that wanted nothing to do with him. A usual morning with Regan. He nodded at her statement with that soft, dopey grin, giving a small shrug as she squinted at his food.
At her question, his eyes widened in surprise. It was rather rude of her, but it was clever and quick, and her eyes were daring him to say something back. His heart thumped in his chest as he stared, dumbstruck for a moment, unable to find his thoughts. Then, quickly, he composed himself, giving a loud snort and shaking his head slightly, smirking back at the dark haired beauty.
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Sampson blinked in surprise when Sarah cut in, frowning slightly as Regan flinched. That’s a little… concerning. His eyebrows knit together slightly, like a small raincloud in an otherwise clear sky. He wasn’t liking where this was going, especially since Sarah used Regan's full name, knowing that Regan hated it. He watched the argument with growing concern, straightening slightly in his seat, hand curling into a fist where it rest on the table. As cute as Regan was when she turned pink—HUH?—he didn’t like seeing anyone admonished or embarrassed for something that wasn’t that big a deal.
It was too much like Abigail.
He held Regan’s gaze as she apologized, expression softening gently as she spoke. ”Hey, uh, thank you, but it’s okay really,” He offered with a gentle smile before turning a sharper, icy gaze toward Sarah. ”I didn’t really need an apology, personally. She was just messing around,” He defended, the storm clouds darkening in his blue gaze.
Abigail snapped out of her thoughts then, focusing in on the situation. She quirked one eyebrow up, trying hard to look away from her plate of chicken and waffles, stomach growling loudly in that moment and interrupting the tense silence that had filled the air after Sam’s last statement.
”Well, I personally am ready to eat, so let’s… go dump our offerings, right Sam?” She started, patting his arm with a look to Sarah. Sam shook his head, turning a softer gaze towards Regan. ”Nah, Sarah can go with you. I’ll wait for Regan,” He said, a little more calm as he held the younger girl’s gaze, steady and sincere. Abigail shrugged, standing with a pointed look at Sarah.
”Shall we?"
charlotte
Charlotte did her best not to think about Carro as she made her way to the brazier. She could feel Carro’s eyes boring holes into her back, and if she had less self control, she would have laughed. As it were, she managed to keep a cool composure and headed straight to the flame, aura flickering menacingly around her in a way that warded off any other potential campers from coming near her. She came to a stop, staring down at the flickering embers with that distant expression, the fire glowing hot against her.
She looked terrifying there, dark eyes glowing from the fire (but really, seeming to burn from within) as she dumped the smallest portion in the fire. For my dearest mumsy, Hecate. Enjoy your burning egg whites, or whatever. She was pensive, standing long enough that the heat was almost too hot, a sort of warning. Not that she cared if she made her mother mad; at least then, it would be some sort of attention, even if it were bad attention.
She turned then, returning to the table with the moping kid from Hypnos. His name starts with an M, right? Or a W? Curse this dyslexia. Charlotte turned her gaze to poor boy, watching as Carro glowered him into submission, and she couldn’t help but give a low snort as she shook her head, straightening and sliding a little closer on the bench to sit a few feet across from him.
”You know, Carro’s all talk and no bite right?” She offered, gaze on her plate though she was clearly talking to him. There was no one else around in earshot, save for maybe Carro’s angry and prying eyes. ”I’m not scared of him, and you shouldn’t be either,” She added as an afterthought, taking a dainty sip from her coffee before continuing, as if nothing had happened.
After all, nothing really had happened, despite Carro’s burning neck to differ.oliver
Oliver was going to hurl before he even got any of his breakfast down. These Aphrodite bobble heads were so intwined in themselves, they were about as much use as a snake eating its own tail. He wanted to run far away and join that steaming Hades kid; that somehow seemed more inviting, although around Carro he could hardly think straight. You can’t even do that without him around, dummy.
He forced himself to draw his best acting skills forward as he swallowed hard, pulling forth an Oscar winning grin. ”Oh really? Gee, thanks!” He slid into the open seat with an appreciative smile, turning his gaze to his food quickly and assuming that would be the end of the whole ordeal.
Unfortunately for him, he forgot exactly how nosy Aphrodite kids were.
He turned a wide gaze toward Elaina at her compliment, flushing despite himself. Elaina may not be anywhere near his type or preference, but a compliment was flattering none the less, and he wasn’t really quite used to hearing those anymore. He looked down quickly, clearing his throat awkwardly as he tried to think of an appropriate response for the forward statement.
”Uh, well, uh,” He stammered, but he was luckily saved by Peih-gee. Oh, GREAT! Thank the gods for my defending champion!! He gave a gentle grin at her statement, more of a grimace than anything, and a curt nod, turning back to his food.
”Honestly, I don’t know why we get all excited for a bunch of loud, rude campers to return and attract more monsters,” He muttered, eyes widening in surprise. Well, Oliver, there goes your freaking Oscar! He floundered for a moment, surprised that he had let it slip. ”Sorry, I didn’t mean that! It’s just that I sometimes enjoy how quiet and easy it is to sleep when there aren’t other people around, that’s all,” He added with a sheepish, small smile, trying to play the shy, nervous boy once more.
”Although, I can’t imagine you all having any problems. Being children of Aphrodite, your cabin life must be perfect,” He sighed wistfully, hoping to bait them into resuming their gossip with wide, baleful eyes as he looked down at his plate, trying to decide what to will for breakfast. His plan was to now get swallowed into the chatter around him, and disappear into the crowd of airheads absorbed with themselves; not that he minded. He’d rather do his own thing anyway—aha! That’s what he wanted. A simple plate of avocado toast topped with over easy eggs appeared, delicate and neatly presented, topped with Himalayan sea salt and everything, distracting him from his thoughts. Oh dad, if you could see me now!
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 8, 2021 19:43:43 GMT -5
i cannot stress enough how much i regret the color scheme
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 12, 2021 22:38:54 GMT -5
Peih-Gee
Elaina had her spoon halfway to her mouth when Oliver’s sudden shift in attitude made hell一 Hades一 whatever一 freeze over. Peih-gee also hesitated, appalled and confused. Loud and rude? Is that what he thinks of us? The son of Demeter spoke as if he weren’t a camper himself, and he seemed just as surprised as the girls to hear those words from his mouth. Peih-gee wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but she couldn’t help but be disappointed. The first thing you say is what you’ve been taught. The second thing you say is what you believe. He hadn’t seemed so put off before, but now the truth was out. Maybe he was just tired, he did tend to keep to himself a lot, even when it was just the year-rounders. An introvert. She couldn’t blame him for that, but as resident Care Bear (trademark pending), she was hurt.
Her sister was more inclined to find it humorous. She rolled her eyes and laughed before she went back to eating, making Oliver’s attempt to climb out of the rut he made a little more impossible. Peih-gee bit her lip, nodding slowly as the boy smiled nervously once more, trying to come across as inoffensive as he could.
“Perfect? Try ‘dramatic’,” Elaina beat Bee to the punch, which only made her simmer a bit more. Elaina obviously wasn’t affected by Oliver’s harsh words.
“Don’t be so cynical, El. Of course it’s not perfect. Like any cabin.” She looked at Oliver again pointedly, determined to revive the situation. She hated thinking that he hated her, or anything about the demigods like her. “You probably wouldn’t like it though. We’re much louder than your siblings, I’m sure.”
“And ruder than plants, no doubt.” Elaina added, laughing at herself. If it bothered Oliver, she clearly didn’t care. Peih-gee sighed, and the conversation ended abruptly as the boy had dropped his gaze at his plate, leaving the three of them to eat in awkward silence.
Milo
He shrunk a little, withdrawing into himself as the daughter of Hecate moved closer. He was expecting words as harsh as Carro’s gaze, but instead, her voice was reassuring, if a bit rough around the edges. She sat stiffly, with pride, and Milo looked up at her gratefully. Of course she wasn’t scared of the other boy. She proved that by standing up to him just now. That girl wouldn’t be scared of anything, Milo thought. She could also probably take the Hades kid on in hand-to-hand combat, even without her magic.
Milo wasn’t sure he could do the same. Not yet, anyway. He had a long way to go before he could remotely think about holding a candle to these older campers. But this was the summer. He would work harder than ever. He had to, if he wanted to be a hero, or even simply as brave as Charlotte. Shouldn’t he be scared of a demigod who could literally send him to the Underworld if he wanted to? Milo wasn’t sure anymore. Charlotte’s confidence was infectious, and he gave a small smile in return for her kind words.
“I guess you’re right,” Milo said, pausing to take a breath before he added, “That was gutsy of you.” Obviously admiring the way she took a sip from her cup with disinterest. She gave him the impression that she was above it all, in more ways than one. She was herself, unapologetically. She reminded him of his half-brother, and wondered why he hadn’t let himself make friends with her before now. Not that this meant they were friends. But she knew who he was now, and maybe, just maybe, he had a new ally. Carro
Candelario couldn’t have felt more opposite about Charlotte as Milo did. He hadn’t felt much of anything regarding her until this morning. Now, he despised the thought of living in the same camp as her. They’d done so for years, and yet, none of their interactions had ever been so direct or antagonistic. He tried to think if they’d ever actually spoken before now but couldn’t. We must have, at least once. They must have at least met, in one of the ‘activities circles’ the directors made the cabins do. In some silly game, an ice-breaker. We must have.
His memory failed him. Drawing a blank, Carro rested his elbow on the table, his chin in his hand. He tried to tell himself that if she was talking about him to that blond kid, he didn’t care. He wasn’t a stranger to gossip, or hate. Still, as the anger faded and the heat in his face with it, he shivered, though it wasn’t a cold morning. He pulled his long sleeves down over his wrists, folding his arms over his middle and slouching considerably, retreating into himself. Just where he liked to be. Just another figure disappearing in the crowd of campers. It would be even easier to go unnoticed later, when everyone else had arrived.
For once, he couldn’t wait. He was still vaguely annoyed by Charlotte’s words, but contrary to popular belief, he didn’t like having that much attention on him, not when everyone’s eyes were turned toward him, the source of the disturbance. As usual. He barely touched his food. Her eyes bore a hole through him, dark and piercing, like she knew how pathetic and sad he truly was. But she couldn’t. Carro got up before everyone else did, left the pavilion with no destination in mind. Maybe he would visit Peleus again before retiring to his cabin to hide for the rest of the summer. Either way, a walk would clear his head. Sarah
Such a nice boy, she thought to herself as he not only accepted her sister’s apology, but also almost dismissed it as unnecessary. He hadn’t been offended, then. Sarah didn’t think he would be, but she had to make sure Regan wasn’t trying to make enemies where she didn’t have to. She shouldn’t be looking for trouble so much. Sarah was too concerned about this recent display to notice the dark look in Sam’s eyes, let alone to realize he was directing it at her, even possibly blaming her for Regan’s outburst. If she’d been paying more attention, if she hadn’t been so flustered for her sister, she might have been surprised at how defensive he was, how sudden the change in his countenance.
As it was, she was all too happy to move on like nothing happened, paying more attention to Abigail, to literally anybody else at the table. She didn’t mean to distance herself, but the situation made her uncomfortable. The thought of following up on it… I’ll have to talk to Regan later. She nearly shuddered at the thought, forcing a smile but not hearing anything the others were saying. The troubling thing was, Regan would only clam up on her even more if Sarah tried to talk to her, but Sarah had to get it through her thick skull somehow that it paid to be polite, especially to people who were just being friendly. She didn’t want Regan to grow up feeling like she was alone.
If she was honest with herself, Sarah didn’t know what else to do about her little sister. Regan was always the one who kept to herself, which was fine, but it seemed like she had always felt comfortable enough to confide in Sarah until about a year ago. Since last summer, it was becoming clear that something was changing, and while Sarah knew it was probably just teenage hormones, she didn’t know how to deal with it. She had her own emotions, her own life. She couldn’t constantly be checking on Regan if Regan didn’t want the attention, whether it was for her own good or not. And she was right about one thing: Sarah was not her mother. She didn’t know what the right thing to say was anymore.
Unfortunately, Abi chose that moment to hear the tail-end of what was going on and join the conversation, just as Sarah was trying to put an end to it and get herself out. She was grateful when her friend said nothing on the matter, declaring instead that she was ready to eat. Abi gave her brother’s arm a pat to get his attention. She glanced at Sarah, who bit her lip, slightly preoccupied. But then Sam said something that none of them were expecting (least of all Regan).
Abigail appeared to be largely unaffected by his choice. Sam was an individual, after all, he could do what he wanted, twin or no twin. Still, Sarah was astonished that he would rather hang out with her sister than Abi and Sarah. He hadn’t expressed anything like this before. If Regan had said something like that to her, she didn’t know how she would have reacted. But Abigail held her cool, and Sarah tried to follow her example. You don’t control anyone but yourself. Sarah stood, grabbing her plate and following Abi.
She didn’t say anything until they reached the brazier, but once they’d made their offerings, Sarah put a hand on Abigail’s arm, signalling that she wanted her to wait. Glancing back at the table, Sam and Regan were still sitting there. It looked awkward even from here, and she wasn’t in any hurry to get back.
“That was… weird. Wasn’t it? Or is it just me?” She asked, worry in her eyes as she met her friend’s gaze, the actual question she meant to ask hovering unspoken on her tongue. Was I too harsh with her?Regan
On this one thing, Regan would agree with her older sister. It most certainly was weird, what was happening. Not the getting yelled at, or the blatant look of confusion in Sarah’s eyes as she seemed at a loss of what to do, no. None of that was too out of the ordinary for her. In the end, it was Sam. All the weirdness came from him. If he hadn’t stuck his nose where it didn’t belong, nothing would have happened that did.
Yet she found herself sitting there after she apologized, looking into his face, watching him smile and then when he told her it was okay, her words failed her. Not that she had anything else to say to him. But it didn’t matter. Almost instantly, as he spoke to Sarah, his soft features turned muddled, into what Regan would almost classify as a scowl. But those sunshine kids didn’t make expressions like that, not that she’d ever seen in public, anyhow.
What he said to her sister was even more unexpected. Was he… defending her? Didn’t need an apology? So she had just done that for nothing, all thanks to Sarah’s projecting onto her. Secretly, she was pleased. This was turning out to be a tiny victory then, even if no one else saw the look on Sam’s face. He’s not a sensitive snowflake after all.
As was so often the case when it came to any and pretty much all humans she interacted with, she had underestimated this boy. She would never admit it, especially not to Sarah, but she kept her expectations of people low. That way, they would either pleasantly surprise her by surpassing them, as Sam had, or they would never be able to disappoint her.
Abigail glanced over then, her stomach growling audibly. Regan cringed, but soon was relaxing her shoulders a bit in the hopes that they would all move on and forget she was there again. She could go back to studying the carbonation in her cup. Abigail tried to implore her twin to go with her, but to Sarah’s dismay, he elected not to. He didn’t just say ‘no’, though, and that was what sent Regan’s collective thoughts down the drain. “I’ll wait for Regan.” As if he had all the time in the world. As if he was prepared to wait an eternity, because he must have known Regan didn’t want to go with him, ever. She didn’t have anything on her plate to offer. She stole a furtive glance at Abi as she stood with her chicken and waffles, and against her will, her own stomach grumbled softly. She watched, pensive, as Sarah shot her one last warning look before she stood and followed Abigail to the front of the pavilion.
That left Regan alone with Sam. Great. Just great. She supposed she would have to thank him now, wouldn’t she? That was what he expected, it was obvious enough, and while he may have deserved it, she was reluctant to owe him anything. He had stuck up for her. Two simple words and that would be all he needed. But that was never enough to most people. He would say something like ‘no problem’, or ‘don’t mention it’, or even worse, he would be proper about it and say ‘you’re welcome, Regan,’ and Regan would wonder how to respond to that. They would get up and follow their sisters to make an offering, and they wouldn’t say another word. Or at least, she wouldn’t. She couldn’t predict what Sam would do at this point. He was proving to be, somehow at the same time, more annoying and less annoying than she thought. She calculated the likelihood of having to talk to him ever again. It was high, too high. Best to make friends now, then, I guess. She would at least pretend to try. Sarah would be happy about that.
She didn’t meet his gaze again, however, as she gave him brief recognition with a “thanks,” but then she shut her mouth and magically willed some waffles onto her plate. All that could come next was them standing, but she was determined to wait for their siblings to return. She wanted to avoid them as much as possible right now. Aside from setting her glass down on the table, she gave no indication she was about to move from that spot, and when she finally looked at him again, she hoped he would get the hint and play along. They were on strike, sort of.
“Why’d you do that?” She blurted after a moment, her voice revealing frustration, as if the words came against her will. You didn’t have to do that.
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jul 9, 2021 21:31:15 GMT -5
abigail
Abigail took her time wandering over to the brazier, gaze distant as she mulled over what she had merely grasped the tail end of. It would seem that her idiot brother had interfered in some unspoken challenge that had formed between Regan and Sarah, and somehow she had been the one to dissolve the tension. Not to mention, her brother choosing Regan over her? No that’s pretty normal for Sam. He does like to be his own person, and he is always one to make friends. Much more adventurous than you.
She waited patiently in line, feeling Sarah arrive soon beside her rather than seeing, still mulling over her own thoughts. A small tick appeared along her jaw, a sign of her biting on the inside of her cheek, a nervous habit. Classic Abigail, one to quite literally chew on a problem. Was this even really a problem, or were they already feeling the start of cabin fever so soon? The school year had been long, that was true. Too long?
She didn’t have long to dwell on what could have changed since everyone had left at the end of last summer, instead focusing on her small little prayer of offering. Hey Dad… Apollo… whatever you would like to be called. Thank you for another beautiful sunrise, and for my dorky brother. I hope I make you proud this year, and I actually get sent on a quest for once. Uh, love you, I guess. She blinked, scraping half her offering in with a soft, ”For Apollo.” The flames seem to burn a brighter, more golden tint for moment before she moved to side, allowing Sarah to place her offering. She was more than ready to eat, turning on her heel quickly, but stopped just as fast when Sarah grabbed her.
”Hmm? Weird?” She mused, her gaze falling back across her brother and Sarah’s sister. She studied them for a moment, seeing the tension and suppressing a giggle, turning her gaze back to Sarah’s worried one. Oh, she’s actually upset. She stood still for a moment, studying Sarah’s gaze for a moment before canting her head to the side, a lopsided grin working its way onto her gentle features.
”No, I don’t think so. Regan’s just being her usual grumpy self, and she and my brother are both too shy to admit how badly they want to… be friends, or whatever. I mean, yeah, a little weird, but I wouldn’t be worried about it too much. Regan’s got a good head on her shoulders, and you’ve got your own stuff to worry about. Like who you’re going to sit by and flirt with at the bonfire tonight,” She teased, squeezing the girl’s hand lightly with a matching scrunch of her nose, a faint giggle cutting through. Ah, yes, Abigail in all her obvious wisdom seemed to know just how to cut through the tension. Where was this grace literally anywhere else?sampson
Sampson was probably the only one out of the bunch who didn’t seem to find his behavior weird. He really, honestly, wasn’t giving anything much thought other than.. well, Regan. He didn’t want her to feel obligated to owing him anything. He… didn’t deserve anything from her. Not her time, or her attention. After all, they were only friends, and he had caused her a disturbance.
All he wanted, right now, was to make her feel better.
He watched Sarah and Abigail go, finally facing forward to stare at his cup. He willed some water into it, with a mindful “thank you” to whatever forces made that possible, taking a small sip, gazing absently at the campers milling about. He was content to wait, even if only until Abigail and Sarah returned, or until his stomach wouldn’t allow it any more. But, it would seem that Regan was off to surprise him again.
“Thanks”. The quiet tone and overall grumpiness was enough to pull a soft smile at the corner of his lips, for in classic Regan style, she sounded anything but grateful. He turned his gaze to her, finally, eyes lighting up a bit in barely contained excitement at her plate filling with waffles. Thank the gods, I’m famished. He made no response to her statement other than a soft “hmm” of acknowledgement from the back of his throat, shifting then as if he were ready to get up. Her question, however, stilled him, and he shifted to look at her, pulling his bright, blue gaze up to hers.
Unlike the clarity of his sister’s, Sam’s held a bit of a darker tone to them. Much more like an overcast sky, full of the promise of that sweet, life-giving, summer rain. Her question caused his thick, dark brows to pull together slightly, a small dimple creasing the cavern between them, nose crinkling faintly to match in the confusion that crowded his usually inviting features. Why’d I do what exactly?
”Well, I don’t like empty apologies for starters, but even more so I don’t like apologies when they aren’t needed. You didn’t do anything wrong, and we were just talking. Sarah… overreacted,” He shrugged into the end, turning his head to glance at their siblings before quickly drawing his gaze back to hers, tilting his head ever so slightly. Ah, yes, golden retriever boy.
”I mean, what did you want me to do? Let her berate you for nothing? If you’re going to get in trouble for my sake, you better earn it, yeah?” He teased lightly, quirking one eyebrow up, the confusion washing away into mischief, a small smile pulling free one of his dimples as he shifted again, prepping to stand. ”If you’re done interrogating me,” he began, throwing a glance at their now fast approaching siblings, ”I think they’re nearly here and I would rather like to eat soon, so can we go dump our offerings?” He asked, turning an imploring gaze to hers now, almost pleading, though a soft smile peeked out despite it all.
This poor, dumb boy just wanted to eat.
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Charlotte, although she would never admit it to another soul, was always rather, well terrified. She was terrified of turning out as soulless and empty as her father, and as distant and cold as her mother. She was terrified that she would never be able to live up to either of their expectations for her, or anyone else’s for that matter. Better yet to keep your cards close at hand than to give others the chance to cheat you, yes?
And so, with all that inner turmoil burning a hole in her gut, it was easy to overlook everything else and push any other fear down. Mean kids looking to start trouble at camp wasn’t scary when compared to the crippling weight of self doubt and loathing, right? Okay edge lord, we get it.
Instead, she shifted, giving a small smile to Milo as he conceded her point, beginning to eat then. She could feel Carro’s energy shift, behind her, a gift from her oh so endearing mother. I don’t want to read anyone’s stupid aura, much less his. She paused, eyes flickering in genuine surprise at Milo’s statement, the half baked compliment enough to throw off her careful facade for just a moment.
This little dork thinks you’re gutsy. In that moment, Charlotte decided that she very much liked this younger looking camper, and that she was going to maintain that gutsy moniker. Yes, Milo had found a friend indeed. She shifted, turning her head as she gave a low rumble of a laugh in her chest, turning her head then and sipping her coffee once more as she regained her composure, though she took a deep breath, relaxing more and leaning forward some.
”I wouldn’t say that, though that is kind of you,” She allowed, finally, slow and deliberate, though that small hint of a smile still flickered at the corners of her lips. She glanced over towards Carro, and though her expression would never give away anything, she felt deep into her core that she had wronged that poor boy. Oh, great. As if she needed another thought eating up her gut. She put down her fork, giving up any hope of an appetite, sipping from her cup lightly once more.
”I don’t believe we’ve properly met. I’m Charlotte,” She finally broke the silence once more, giving a real smile and reaching across the table to gently shake his hand with a firm but soft grip, eyes glittering with genuine warmth now. No need to pretend around friends.
”What’s your name?” She asked, pausing then to glance up as Carro quickly made his way out of the pavilion. The small knot in her stomach seemed to tighten, and she swallowed, turning her gaze to her cup, grip tightening ever so slightly. What is he to you? After a moment, and gathering that the boy’s name was, in fact, Milo (with an M!), she decided she wasn’t going to sit here and let the knot tighten any more. Apparently, he's a permanent annoyance.
”Well, Milo, this has been quite pleasant, and I’m sure I’ll see you around now that we’re friends, but I… ugh, I think I’d better go apologize to Carro before he does something silly,” She sighed, as if it were all just way too much effort for the energy she had (which was true). ”You are more than welcome to tag along, if you’re done eating, but don’t feel pressured if not. Breakfast is, of course, the most important meal of the day,” She teased with a soft glimmer of a smile, reaching across to gently ruffle his hair before smoothly getting to her feet and beginning to follow after Carro.
She wouldn’t have to run, given her long legs, so she merely moved with a steady, gentle pace, leaving enough distance between them that she could gauge, by his aura, whether or not it was safe to approach. Thanks, oh so much, Mother Hecate!oliver
Oliver felt his stomach drop slightly at Elaina’s snort, anxiety kicking into overdrive as he mentally kicked his own ass. Literally you had one job! One job! You absolute moron! As the little quips continued, he found himself unable to form a comeback that he didn’t fear would dig him deeper, so he settled on awkward silence.
”Well, plants can be kind of rude themselves, some times,” He offered after a heavy, awkward beat. He cringed slightly, looking away in embarrassment, heat flooding his cheeks. Oh my gods Oliver, could you be any more of a dork? He wished Demeter would be so kind as to open up the earth and swallow him whole right then and there. Alas, after another long, painful stretch of silence, she failed to provide. Quelle surprise!
”Uh, well, I’m going to… to go place my offering… at the uh, the brazier thing, uh, yeah,” He stammered, blushing deeper in embarrassment, clearing his throat awkwardly as his voice cracked on the last statement. The blush turned to scarlet as he all but scrambled into a bolt away from the table, gripping his toast for dear life. Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods, shut up, shut up, shut up!
He could never go back. And yet, he still had an entire meal ahead of him.
He scrambled ahead, neatly diving a third of his platter, pushing it forward into the flames. ”For Demeter,” He announced, glancing around nervously before turning and stumbling away, embarrassed once more. For you, Demeter. Enjoy… or don’t. I… don’t… care? That’s not right. He sighed, shaking his head to break apart those thoughts. He still hadn’t figured out how to talk to the mother he didn’t even know.
He returned, hovering awkwardly by the table for a long moment before sitting down abruptly. ”Ladies,” He greeted, voice cracking once more as he shuddered in horror before turning and digging in, wanting to die again. This is why I don’t associate with these yahoos! No! Never again! Gods, I’ve never wanted my siblings to return faster. If you can even call them that. Brats. He chewed quickly on his toast, staring blankly at the table as his mind raced ahead.
Oh, Oliver. Can’t you do anything right!?
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