<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3565308#msg3565308">Quote from: Aiden on 31-08-2010, 22:01:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://www3.images.coolspotters.com/photos/192126/zachary-quinto-profile.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Clint comes "home"</em></div><br/><em>Camp Half-Blood...</em><br/>Clint walked up the barrier into the camp after sheathing the bloody dagger at his hip. Behind him he left a macabre ward to any other monsters in the forest who thought the could get away with pissing off the son of Hades. Pleased with his gore inspired totem, he took a deep breath of the death scented air before walking up the trail to the camp. It had been a long time since he had been back, his attitude indifferent about being back within his "family". <br/><br/>Walking pass the crowds that were assembling for dinner, he walked into the cabin of Hades and was surprised to see someone there.<br/><strong>"Hey sis, long time no see." </strong><br/>The strap across his shoulders was undone, dropping the duffel bag on the floor next to his bunk. Throwing himself onto the bed he groaned softly and yawned, planning on taking a nap for a few minutes. <br/><strong>"You look ridiculous in that shirt by the way, trying to fit in with the rest of them?" </strong><br/>He scoffed with another wide mouth yawn, turning onto his side to catch up with her, it had been a few years since he saw her last. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She took a final look at the campers milling about like lost sheep.  Were they truly meant to be here?  Perhaps not, but they would know by the end of the summer.  Many of them would end up bruised, knocked around and possibly be nursing broken limbs.  True, Demi-gods were made of sturdy stuff, but you put something that's equally sturdy and hits just as hard, broken bones were inevitable.  But a few... They wouldn't live to see Fall.  It did not make her sad, but it made her cringe a little bit. Pushing open the door, she stepped into the gloom of the cabin.  When it had been built, whoever designed it left glowing lanterns hanging from ceiling that illuminated the space.<br/><br/>Sinking onto her bunk, she stared at the one opposite her with something close to agony.  While the children of Hades did not find much love for life, they did hold their siblings in high regard.  To cross a brother or sister of another was to sign your death warrant.  Her brother had left a few years ago on some errand for the Gods.  He hadn't come back at the end of the summer, or any time between then and the next.  Cecilia had given up seeing him again, but his bed remained and reminded her the cost of being a Demi-God day after day.  The sound of the door opening, she looked up- a snarl already on her lips.  It died instantly as the familiar head passed through the threshold.<br/><br/>It was stunned silence that met his first greeting, and then after when he flung himself haphazardly onto his bed.  Cecilia stared at him and slowly regained her composure as he scoffed at her.  Same old, same old.  Gone for years and still a pain in her backside.  She peeled off the orange shirt, balling it up and hurling it at his head,<strong>"You don't call, you don't write?"</strong>She glared at him, and growled,<strong>"Where the fuck have you been?"</strong>