Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariel</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 05:10:18</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.townofbethlehem.org/ImageRepository/Path?filePath=%2F00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000%5C70%5C83%2FPicnic+Pavilion_201306041319164629.jpg) (http://www.workoutandeatin.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/stock-footage-fire-burning-in-outdoor-fire-pit-on-a-cool-summer-night-x.jpg)<br><br>The Pavilion is just another term for the Mess Hall. It's a a gazebo in the center of the camp; a tall and wide roof that covered thirteen tables. Each cabin has a table and campers are only allowed to sit at their table and their table alone. A large, rectangular table serves as the header. This is where Mr. D and Chiron sit, accompanied by any guests. In front of their table is a fire pit, where demigods will sacrifice a part of their meal to the gods.<br><br>Since the Pavilion wasn't harmed during the Titan War, no repairs have been done on it. Chiron has ordered that the first twelve cabins be built first before any expansion of the camp starts. Once cabins for the minor gods are being built, the Pavilion will be under construction for expansion to make room for more tables.<br><br>The cabin tables are arranged in the order of their cabins, with Zeus being first and Dionysus being last. Here is a table for a better visual.</div><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Zeus</td><td>Apollo</td></tr><tr><td>Hera</td><td>Artemis</td></tr><tr><td>Poseidon</td><td>Hephaestus</td></tr><tr><td>Demeter</td><td>Aphrodite</td></tr><tr><td>Ares</td><td>Hermes</td></tr><tr><td>Athena</td><td>Dionysus</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Your tag system <span class="bbc_u">must</span> be the header of every post you make. If you neglect this, I will PM you and ask you to add it in.<br>Please copy the code and fill it out accordingly.</em></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img padding=10]Your customized image here[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] [url=link to character sheet]name here[/url]<br>[b]Cabin:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Date/Time:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b]<br>[b]Notes:[/b] (appearance, mood, etc.)<br></code></pre></div></div><br><br><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Current IC Date: September 28th - Oct. 5th<br>Current IC Time: Doesn't matter<br>Cabin Inspection: Ares Cabin<br>Full-timers only</strong></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 08:08:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Avery1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10203807#msg10203807)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Unclaimed Resident of Hermes Cabin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pavilion, Hermes Table<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21, 8 am-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Evangeline Carmichael, Vera Maxwell<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Camp Half-Blood Shirt with black jeans and boots<hr><br>Avery was very grateful for Henry's decision to peek his shy head out of his shell because he appeared to put the new campers at ease more than she ever could. No jealousy arose within her mind at his innate ability since all that mattered to her was that it was accomplished. This little interaction between them all in its own way reminded her of how the camp functioned and stayed whole. Every demi-god, regardless of their parentage, contributed something special to Camp Half-Blood. Some contributions were larger than others but as a child of Hephaestus would say even the smaller pieces were vital to ensuring a machine worked to the best of its ability.&nbsp; <br><br>Henry looked a bit down when Evie mentioned not seeing the legendary beast but then perked up within a blink of an eye upon being provided with a small description. His eyes only grew wider when Vee added her own bits about what she actually heard from the creature. "Did it roar? Oh, can we please go take a look at where it was? I promise not to ask for anything else this week."<br><br>Avery ignored Henry for the time being because Vee's comment captured her attention. "It broke a motorcycle? Did you see who was riding it?" The only reason why worry did not bleed through her countenance was because she was certain the camp directors would have let them now by now if a fellow camper had been killed by one of the beast which hunted them beyond the camp's protection. <br><br>Upon being asked, the unclaimed child tried to think of the best way to explain how demi-gods were divided within the camp without making herself feel bad in the process. "Being claimed just means that your godly parent has acknowledged that you are their child. It usually happens after you display some type of amazing feat or talent. Being unclaimed, well, it just...it means they do not accept you as one of your own. I'm not sure why the Gods decide that not doing something that simple is preferable but trying to understand their motives will land you with a massive headache. Believe me, it's happened on more than one occasion to a few people. Does that explain it better?"<br><br>Avery smiled faintly at the mention of Vincent since it was just like him to be at the scene of the crime and greeting newer campers. He was a model of what others should aspire to be. "To be honest," she said with a slight curiosity evident in her voice, "I wouldn't mind seeing it put together again. I've never seen a motorcycle before. At least, not in person."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 08:42:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/96/Evangeline.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Evangeline Carmichael (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10190516#msg10190516)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hermes, unclaimed.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pavilion, Hermes Table.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21, 8:30 AM approximately.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Avery, Ve, Henry, OPEN.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing (http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/823/hrxwx.jpg)<br><br>Evie was glad Ve had enough information about the Chimera to at least partially satisfy Henry.&nbsp; She hoped whoever had been on the motorcycle would be all right; she'd never seen a crash that bad before.&nbsp; If Ve was serious about fixing it she must be <strong>brilliant</strong> with mechanical things.&nbsp; <br><br>Avery explained the claiming issue to her without making her feel like an idiot.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, thank you for explaining.&nbsp; I feel like I should have a glowing question mark hovering over my head."&nbsp; Evie smiled gratefully at Avery.&nbsp; "I don't understand how someone could carry and give birth to a child and <strong>not</strong> claim them but I'll take your advice and not give myself a migraine.&nbsp; I guess I'll have to figure out a way to impress Aphrodite.&nbsp; &nbsp;I don't suppose they give hints?"&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 23:12:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/Vera2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vera Maxwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10190516#msg10190516)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong>Hermes due to being Unclaimed <br><strong>Location:</strong>The pavilion, <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>9/21 8:30 ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eva,Avery, Henry NPC OPEN<br><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=126869318)<br><br>Ve smiled at the excitement that was coming from Henry, it was strange to meet a kid so wide eyed and excited still. Specially in a place like this, granted between the world she had known and the world she was now a part of Ve had no idea which was the dark one. <strong>"Yeah I did, I heard the end of the fight I think. I kept getting closer and it got louder and louder. And then....Poof,"</strong> she said using her hands to add a bit of drama, <strong>"Nothing but quiet all around, I think that was the creepiest part. And then when I got there I saw the bike all torn up and the area around it looked like a train had been through there."</strong> she nodded and looked about before looking back to Henry. <strong>"I don't know if we can go out to the area, seems kind of dangerous you know." </strong>Ve nodded but seemed disappointed, <strong>"I got the bike though, you can see how tore up it is. May even see claw marks." </strong>she said with a smirk. <br><br>Ve looked to Avery as she explained more about being claimed, the whole concept just kind of pissed her off. So she had to win her parents attention just to get some achievement or title? It seemed utterly stupid and hurtful, any person that wanted to actually be part of their kids’ lives would. No games of having to prove yourself. And if her mind wasn't proof enough...then what was? <br><br><strong>"I'm not going to strive to impress anyone, either I'm good enough or I'm not.'</strong> she shrugged knowing the words sounded a bit harsher and maybe even a little hurt about the subject. Shaking her head Ve pushed back those thoughts, knowing they'd just piss her off and that wouldn't help in making friends in the least.<strong> "Sorry....so yeah, do monster attacks happen around here like all the time?"</strong> she asked trying to change the subject a bit. <strong>"Actually that may explain why I ran into the grumpiest guard’s ever."</strong> she said with a soft laugh.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rave</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 00:24:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/Dimitri.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dimitri Demopoulos. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10172046#msg10172046)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> #1, Zeus.<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Camp Half-Blood.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21st; 8:00 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dorian, Mari Open.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing: This. (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/63/29/6d/63296d2fc1e381cede769731ce24a1e4.jpg)<br><hr><hr><br>Dorian's little cautions of worry to watch their backs were not missed by Dimitri, but nevertheless, he found himself without care. Perhaps their lineage was getting to his head a little, but for good reason. Zeus was the ruler of all, and they were direct descendants. Had they simply had different mothers both Dorian and Dimitri could have been born Gods. Substitute Hera in for their mothers and Dorian &amp; Dimitri could have been...who knows what. Gods of Thunder, Gods of Clouds, Hell they could have been Gods of the color blue, they would have still been divine. "Just forget her, I'm sure she has more things to worry about than the pair of us anyway." He did pause to think for a moment though, about what Hercules would have been like as an older brother if he was around. <br><br>Dimitri wondered what a giant brother with super strength and quests out the ass would have been like to have growing up. Certainly Kat wouldnt have the nerve to say half the things she did if he was around. He could probably squish her with a press of his pinky finger anyway. That was a thought that brought a mischievous grin to his lips. "Well, maybe we'll run into him one day. I've no idea if he's ever been in this camp, or even knows that it exists. Either way, a visit from his little brothers should be something we try and invest in. Just cause I'm curious what he's like." He nodded, just as they had arrived at the pavillion before people stopped to whisper about them. As Dorian made a comment about their tables, Dimitri's attention was rather quickly and abruptly diverted elsewhere. <br><br>A gorgeous girl, with skin as brightly radiating as the sun itself, made her way to them ever so confidently. She introduced herself as Mari, and for a second Dimitri had to pause to collect his thoughts. Of corse Dorian jumped right in, stealing the first words. Oh the libido was there alright, and as Dimitri was getting introduced Dorian followed up by asking her lineage. "Oh Aphrodite would not be a lost guess either." Dimitri took a step forward to face Mari more directly, a charming smile quickly slipping along his lips. His hand reached forward as he daringly took a lock of her hair between his fingers, bringing it up to his eyes as he twirled it in his hands. His smile widened just then, as judging by the bright coloring of her hair, Dorian was quite correct.<br><br>"But Apollo indeed. Aren't we lucky Dorian, that sunshine itself came to greet us at the door." He paused, shamelessly flirting. Of corse he would, that was just him. "Oh we will not hesitate to ask for any help at all, trust me, you will be the first person I come to find." With that, he let her hair drop from his fingers before smirking up at Dorian briefly. "Perhaps our stay here won't be as bad as I previously thought, brother."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 00:37:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Avery1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10203807#msg10203807)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Unclaimed Resident of Hermes Cabin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pavilion, Hermes Table<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21, 8 am-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Evangeline Carmichael, Vera Maxwell<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Camp Half-Blood Shirt with black jeans and boots<hr><br>Vera managed to secure both Avery and Henry's attention although the differences within their reaction was plainly obvious. Henry's eyes could not physically grow much wider from his building excitement while Avery just seemed worried about the demi-god who likely rode into camp on the bike. From time to time, she pondered about Henry's parentage and worried that he might be a child of Ares due to his obvious love for fighting and violence. However, she convinced herself time and time again that his other traits shone more brightly than that specific one. He was quick and mischievous. It did not take him long to learn. He was not a child of Ares. <br><br>"We can head over right after breakfast! Is that fine, Ave?" He turned to look at her then smiled brightly when she nodded her head. <br><br>"Only if Ve has time though. She only just arrived remember?" Avery trained her gaze on Ve to ensure that she truly didn't mind being joined at the hip by the little chatterbox. She smiled widely at the idea of a question mark hovering over their heads before she suddenly chuckled loudly to the surprise of some people who had been eavesdropping on their conversation. "I would only tolerate that if in exchange the claimed demi-gods had something similar dancing over theirs. Let's see, Hermes would likely have some type of shoe. Jamal would like that if it was something flashy rather than well-used and dirt covered."<br><br>Henry seemed to like this game so he eagerly added his opinion to the mix, "Dimitri would have a giant lightening bolt. Then, Ezra could have..." His voice trailed off since he could not decide what would best fit that particular cabin leader. <br><br>"A stick," Avery interrupted sharply but managed not to complete that harsh thought. <em>A stick to go right up his arrogant ass.</em> "I meant, a helmet. Every warrior need a helmet."<br><br>Thankfully, Henry did not seem to notice before their conversation turned to the talk of parents. The subject did bother some people but he seemed pretty used to it. It was just how things went. <br><br>"How do you know she's your mother?" Avery asked curiously and then shook her head to the following question, "For some people, it's more obvious than others. I mean, especially the big three's kids. It's a bit harder to pinpoint for some like me. I have no idea who my godly parent is."<br><br>When Ve voiced her displeasure about the Gods' ways, no defense for them came from Avery because she had long since stopped making excuses for them. Yes, they were powerful and incredibly influential around the world but that did not excuse them from being complete assholes sometimes. "No need to apologize. It's the truth. The monster attacks didn't happen as much a few years ago but it seems like something has changed. I'm probably not the best person to answer that though. Which guard did you run into?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 02:54:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Zahara3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zahara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10214425#msg10214425) (Zii)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside --&gt; Pavilion, Ares Table<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21st, After 8am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ezra, Trick (NPC), Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing sleeveless camp t-shirt, black compression running shorts, and Nikes<hr>Their trek over to the pavilion didn't take long at all. Soon enough the two were striding in to gather food for a quick breakfast, after all, Zii was true to her word. She slipped from under Ezra's arm and snagged a plate for some eggs and sausage, adding toast and some fruit to the side. Rumors about new campers, chimera's, motorcycles, and other things were already circulating but she figured she'd get wind of the daily gossip soon enough. Nothing ever stayed a secret at Camp. <br><br>The though seemed to echo in her mind as she waited long enough for Ezra to grab his own food, though she didn't know why. Once he was ready, Zii then approached the fire and scraped off some eggs and the plumpest, juiciest sausage on her plate in an offering to her father. The smell of vanilla and darker spices that reminded her of home, the one she'd left, wafted up to her signaling that er offering had been accepted and she smiled before turning away to make her way to their table.<br><br>"Shove over, short stuff." She said, not even needing to yell as Trick, one of her younger half-brothers, made room for her. The Asian kid was always smiling, always happy, which was a little odd for a son of Ares, but despite not yet having bulked up the way so many in their cabin did he was every bit as formidable as one would expect of one from Ares' brood. Not even Ezra could wipe the smile from his face as he came over. <br><br><em>"You guys hear about the kid that killed a Chimera this morning?"</em> He looked from Zii to Ezra and back again, his eyes glinting excitedly. <em>"People are talkin' 'bout him belonging to one of the big three but,"</em> he shook his head,<em>" I say no way. He's gotta be one of ours!"</em> <br><br>Looking over to Ezra, she took a bite of her sausage and waited until he sat down and made himself comfy, her brow arching sharply, "What do you think Cap'n? We getting fresh meat or did one of the big guys upstairs fall off the wagon again?" She grinned. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rave</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 04:07:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NnEfXy6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ezra Vanauatu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10204477#msg10204477)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pavilion.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> After 8.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zahara, Trick (NPC), Avery (In mention only).<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing:&nbsp; This. (http://www.menfashionhub.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/1081.jpg)<br><hr><hr><br><strong>"Just flash that pretty smile of yours and agree with what I say. I promise the results will be explosive."</strong> He grinned, in response to her first inquiry on their way to the pavilion. Ezra wanted to make sure that the new campers, especially ones that would pledge themselves to Ares, knew exactly the kind of things they would be up against in the future. He knew that most others, including Chiron, would be busy making the kids feel 'welcome' and introduce them to a 'friendly environment'. All that sissy shit. It was fine and dandy for the most part, to make those kids feel at home, but they'd need a dose of the real world and fast. Ezra was just the right guy to take on this task, and he would be the one to give them a swift kick in the ass and make them realize that this wasn't Kansas anymore. Or wherever the hell they came from. That reference was lame, but whatever, he moved on.<br><br>The smell of food erased all others thoughts as his body reacted to the different scents. It then dawned on him how hungry he actually was, and Zii had already slipped away from him to help herself. He went over to the meat area, where he dropped a bunch of Bacon on his plate. From there, he grabbed a loaf of Bread for some carbs, and a sunny-side up Egg completed the breakfast plate. It would be noted, that the plate was about twice the size of a regular one. Big boys need a lot of food, after all. Zii was waiting for him, and he subconsciously expected her to. No, he just hoped that she would be, and just didn't pick up on that quite yet. <br><br>She shoved over poor little Trick, who had a permanent smile stuck to his face. Zii was right for the most part, no matter how much Ezra beat this kid up in practice or came down hard on him during inspections, he'd still smile so cheesy. It'd be almost endearing, if he was in another cabin. He sat next to Zii on the other side of her, shoulder brushing into her own as he tilted his head to scan the Pavilion while Zahara and Trick exchanged gossip. With the corner of his eye, he spotted a familiar figure. Avery was sitting at her table, surrounded by people as always, all vying for her attention. He let his gaze linger momentarily, but he hated that he did. If she wasn't his ex, he wouldn't have bothered, but because she was he took that extra second to just glance at her. Perhaps it was out of curiosity, he didn't know, so he brushed it from his mind.<br><br>He turned to look away, just in time for Zii to catch him with a question. He'd been briefly paying attention to the conversation, and as he broke his bread to take a large bite. He leaned his weight against Zii lightly, pondering. <strong>"Fresh Ares kids are too dumb and headstrong to take down a Chimera without training." </strong>Excluding himself, of corse. He'd been doing this shit since he was eight and without any training. Though he was a special case. He took another glance at his surroundings, smirking as Zii called him Cap'n. He didn't know why he enjoyed the sound of that coming out of her lips, he just...did. <strong>"Look over there."</strong> He lifted his finger to the entrance, where two kids never seen here before, one white as day and the other black as night, stood together while people slowly flocked around him. <strong>"Those'd be big three kids, as far as I can tell. Don't you hear the whispers?"</strong> <br><br>They only would if they were paying attention, but since Ezra was always paying attention, he just caught it first. <strong>"If they fought a Chimera, they'd be in much worse shape. So my guess is that some kid from another Cabin got really, really fucking lucky."</strong> He shrugged his shoulders lightly, before he took a fork and stole a sausage from Zii's plate, swiping it into his mouth quickly before she can protest. He smirked just then, for some reason just wanting her attention on him today. All of it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 07:20:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c9/Dorian2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dorian King (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10170495#msg10170495)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Zeus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pavilion<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9/21 - Sometime after 8<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dimitri, Mari, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Hungry. Wearing this (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/24/37/3d/24373d764272ce3a5d91cba8a22a4203.jpg)<br><br>"Yeah, you're right," he responded in agreement with his brother. "Wouldn't be surprised to find out that she's super busy all the time. But you know what they say. Tartarus hath no fury like a woman scorned," he said with a small laugh. <br><br>On the way to the pavilion, they spoke about their big brother Hercules. It would be damn cool to meet him, and he too smiled at the thought of getting to know one of the most famous heroes in history. "He's probably really cool. And since we're not Hera's kids, we should get along fine, hahaha." It was a bit surreal to notice the people whispering about them and glancing their way as they arrived. They didn't even try to hide it.<br><br>&nbsp;Was it good or bad? Time would tell he guessed.&nbsp; After talking to Mari for a bit, it was hard not to feel like he was up on the auction block or something and she was considering a bid. The way she looked at him, it was like she was seeing more than his face; it was like she was looking into his heart and soul or something like that.<br><br>&nbsp;It wasn't bad by any means, it was just weird. Not many people had ever looked at him like that, and even fewer actually got what she seemed to out of the stare. She smiled at him though, and damn was it a nice one. She was a cutee and he hoped to be seeing more of her. But he'd be lying if he said it wasn't shaping up that he felt like this about all the girls here...well maybe not Kat. Not that she wasn't beautiful; but in this case personality was a major issue. Her laugh shook him out of his thoughts, as even that was pretty awesome. <br><br>"As soon as I come up with a question worth asking, I'll find you." Between himself and Dimitri, they were incorrigible and seemed to play off each other with natural ease. He had a feeling that they'd be each others wingmen for a long time. If they didn't try to take the girl they were helping the other get in the first place. Dimitri playfully said how lucky they were that the sun itself greeted them when they arrived.<br><br>&nbsp;"The two luckiest guys this side of Mount Olympus." He stuck his hands in his pockets and grinned with a hint of bashfulness at Mari. "Perhaps you're right, brother." As she left, he nodded slowly. "Damn, Dimitri. I hate to see them go, but I <em>love</em> to watch them leave." With a playful nudge to his brother, he jogged over to the food and absolutely loaded his tray, then slowly headed back to that table for two that was reserved for the sons of Zeus. Too bad that rule was in place; he'd have loved to eat with some of these lovely ladies, and maybe get to know someone.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 20:05:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Zahara3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zahara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10214425#msg10214425) (Zii)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside --&gt; Pavilion, Ares Table<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21st, After 8am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ezra, Trick (NPC), Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing sleeveless camp t-shirt, black compression running shorts, and Nikes<hr>Zii snorted at the idea that all Ares kids were too dumb and headstrong. While she couldn't deny there were plenty among them who fit that description it was comments like that that often made her wonder if Ezra didn't sometimes underestimate his own siblings. Fact was, they were all children of the god of war and on any given day any one of them could rise up under the blessing of Ares. This difference in philosophy was only one of the ways the two of them contrasted, though it hardly bothered her. To her way of thinking, they were better for it honestly. Stronger. It was Ezra that saw to whipping them all into shape--sometimes almost literally--pushing them to be the best and keeping them on their toes, but it was Zii who held them together, filling in the gaps and reminding them that they were, for better or worse, a family. One tribe, unit, army... whatever you wanted to call it. She didn't baby anyone by any means but it did no good to tear each other down if they weren't going to help build each other back up. They might hold a reputation for being bullies and brutes in the camp at large but when Ares cabin showed up they did so together and weren't taken lightly. <br><br>"Some kids arrive better prepared than others, Cap," she pointed out matter of factly. She herself had been raised among the Amazons after all. Monsters had not been a foreign concept to her and in some ways her training back then had been far more extensive than it was now. "But we will see I guess," She shrugged, not really overly concerned one way or another. Since Percy's deal with the gods, there were more and more demigods showing up to camp anyhow and their father was not shy with women so there was a chance there was in fact a new kid that could be one of theirs just as much as there was a chance that there were more blasted children of Aphrodite coming.<br><br>She almost looked over at that very table, almost. But Ezra pointed out two guys and she swung her attention that way instead, noticing the two guys he was referring to right away which led her to snicker. He was right. It wasn't power she read off them or even the whispers that led her to believe that they could be children of one of the big three though. No, instead it was the overconfident swagger they both had that screamed arrogance to her. Different from her siblings, it was the sort that said, <em>"Yes, I'm hot shit. You wish you were me." *Insert grin with bright sparkle here*.</em> She wasn't impressed. Then again, that was hardly unexpected.<br><br>"Yeah, I can see it I guess, but if those two killed anything more than an ant on the way in to camp, I'll wear a dress in the next capture the flag game. Seriously." She rolled her eyes and went to stab a sausage... Only, Ezra beat her to it, snatching up the very one she'd been aiming for and shoving it in his mouth. A squeak of protest left her mouth and she brandished her fork at him. "Do it again and see what it gets you," she warned before snagging a piece of bacon from his plate. Instead of shoving it in her mouth however, she calmly took a bite while silently daring him to do something about it and smirked. Beside her Trick had the nerve to issue an 'Oooh' that got him popped upside the head by one of the others at the table but Zii didn't look away from Ezra. Instead she chewed her bacon and waited. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rave</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 20:57:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NnEfXy6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ezra Vanauatu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10204477#msg10204477)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pavilion.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> After 8.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zahara, Trick (NPC), Avery (In mention only).<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing:&nbsp; This. (http://www.menfashionhub.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/1081.jpg)<br><hr><hr><br>The trick to managing the majority of the Ares cabin was a certain kind of balance no so easily explained. While a firm and iron grip was needed to main dominance and supremacy, a more delicate approach was also needed. Yet delicacy was something frowned upon within their little sub-culture, as such, the answer to this problem was usually Zii. While she never babied them, and kicked their ass more than Ezra did on a regular basis, she also provided a sense of belief and support that Ezra could not allow himself to exhibit. He truly loved his brothers, and even truer was his love for his father. He believed the potential within every child of Ares was far higher than any child of any other god. Simply because they could not control their father's imprinted aggression upon them, did not make them assholes. <br><br>Yet he couldn't say that. He needed a level of respect only gained through force and power, and while he sat at the Ares table amongst them all, to praise them or highlight something other than his siblings need for more training would have been out of place. Thankfully, Zii knew him more than anyone else, and quickly highlighted the other side of the coin he could not mention. It brought a small smile to his face, quickly hidden, but just enough to be noticeable for the briefest of moments. <strong>"You could always drop by the infirmary, Trick, and just find out."</strong> He rolled his shoulders lightly, raising a curious brow at the younger child of Ares before smirking. <strong>"Leave the Gossip to Aphrodite and the over-thinking to Athena. When Ares wants something, he goes and <em>gets </em>it."</strong> He slammed his fist lightly on the table as he said that last word with emphasis, causing a rowdy, grunt-full cheer to ensue from around him as his brothers whole heatedly agreed.<br><br>He grinned wide. This is where Ezra excelled, and his leadership began to shine. Then she made that dare about wearing a dress, and his eyes flared up in excitement. He grinned widely, eyeing her and trying to imagine her in such a thing. Thinking back on it, he'd never actually seen her in something like that. For all her curvaceous hips, she never did wear a dress. A skirt on occasion perhaps, but nothing further. <strong>"Oh what I would give to see that, right boys?"</strong> Another gruntful cheer from all around as she flashed her another cheeky grin, but there was suddenly a much bigger issue at hand, an issue of stolen Bacon. Ezra was cheekily chewing on the sausage he stole when she did that, before she challenged him again and blunty waited for him to react with his bacon on her fork. <br><br>Oh that was not very smart. The grin on his face widened, as his siblings went on about their own talks and Trick was occupied with his food, it left the challenging atmosphere just to the two of them. Ezra was cunning, though, and he thought of something a little evil. <strong>"Oh hey Avery."</strong> He tilted his head upwards to look behind Zii, knowing the mention of <em>her</em> name would be tempting enough for Zii just to look away if for but a second. Naturally, there was no one there. If she would, his head would dart forward to snap the rest of his stolen bacon off of her fork, and reclaim his prize with a cheesy grin when her eyes would return to Ezra. Furthermore, he dipped his finger in Trick's Plum Sauce and caught her on the turn of her head, wiping it down her cheek as she undoubtedly stared daggers at him at this point. He'd be shrugging, with a daring expression like 'what now?' This is how they played, and he loved every minute. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 05:31:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Zahara3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zahara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10214425#msg10214425) (Zii)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside --&gt; Pavilion, Ares Table<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21st, After 8am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ezra, Trick (NPC), Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing sleeveless camp t-shirt, black compression running shorts, and Nikes<hr>Zii saw the moment he accepted her little challenge, that grin of his making her insides flutter softly even while she baited him further with her gaze. She couldn't be sure of how he would retaliate though, only that he would. In fact, his greeting to Avery caught her off guard. She was reasonably sure that Avery was not behind her--the two of them were not friends and as far as she knew the unclaimed girl and Ezra weren't anymore either--however, what she was not sure of was whether or not there was something else there to ambush her. <br><br>She almost didn't look, however, her general wariness forced her into glancing behind her. She'd already accepted that he might well take his bacon back, but what she had not anticipated was the smear of plum sauce down her cheek as she turned her attention back to him. She did not necessarily mean to but her eyes glinted dangerously with the promise of revenge. And unfortunately for most who tried to trick her, Zii was uncommonly patient. <br><br>"Oh, so it's like that?" She questioned him, her tone somewhat quiet as she tilted her head. "Alright. You just remember that. Round 2 to you, Cap. Better get ready for round 3 though." Then suddenly she was grinning at him. She picked up another sausage and bit it in half as though not a thing were wrong. In fact, she finished off the rest of her food without doing a single thing other than wiping the gross smear off her face. At least not until her plate was clean and she had drained a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice. <br><br>Feeling satisfied, she stood up, seeming to drain away the last of her juice when really she was requesting it to be filled with water. You had to love these magically refilling drinks! As two campers passed by, Zii gave off the impression that she was bumped and 'accidentally' spilled her full cup all over Ezra's head. "Oops. Clumsy me?" She flashed him a seemingly innocent smile but the glint in her hazel eyes ruined it. Or maybe it was the way she turned the cup over and made sure to get every last drop out onto him. Either way she didn't stick around for more retaliation and turned and hightailed it out of there quick, laughing as she went. The way she saw it, he was lucky she'd used water and hadn't gone with grape juice!<br><br><div align="center">~Zii has fled the scene!~</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>18-07-2014, 23:32:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/96/Evangeline.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Evangeline Carmichael (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10190516#msg10190516)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hermes, unclaimed.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pavilion, Hermes Table.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21, 8:30 AM approximately.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Avery, Ve, Henry, OPEN.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing (http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/823/hrxwx.jpg)<br><br>Avery's idea for everyone having a hovering symbol made Evie laugh as well.&nbsp; It was a fun thought, all the campers and their designated icon following their every move.&nbsp; <br><br>"All right, I can see how that would drive everyone mad pretty quickly.&nbsp; I withdraw my suggestion before someone turns us all into Sims."&nbsp; <br><br>The conversation returned to the issue of claiming again.&nbsp; <br><br>"My father told me, just before I came here," she replied.&nbsp; "It should have sounded insane, but it didn't.&nbsp; It sort of felt like a missing piece falling into place.&nbsp; And the Satyr that brought me here said it was why I didn't have the problems with French that I did with English."&nbsp; <br><br>Not that there had been a lot of talking on the trip.&nbsp; Mostly it involved running away from <em>things</em>.<br><br>"The camp seems to put so much emphasis on being claimed and sorted into the right cabin or table.&nbsp; You'd think they could help you figure it out if it's so important."&nbsp; <br><br>Evie knew she shouldn't have to earn recognition from her own mother.&nbsp; But she couldn't stop herself from wanting it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 05:35:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/Vera2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vera Maxwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10190516#msg10190516)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong>Hermes due to being Unclaimed <br><strong>Location:</strong>The pavilion, <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>9/21 8:30 ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eva,Avery, Henry NPC OPEN<br><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=126869318)<br>&nbsp;<br>Vi could see the excitement in Henry's eyes and found it kind of sweet. Ok so it was over something a bit rough, but he was just a little boy. And he lived in world where monster, mystery, and violence were strange yet an everyday thing. Kids in the real world were just as bad, blood games, violent movies, it was a wonder there weren't more murders out there. Ve pushed that horrible though back she smiled to Henry and tried to enjoy his curious excitement, <strong>"I don't have plans, and I want to get a peek at the bike as soon as possible. I don't mind if you peek too."</strong> she nodded and looked to Avery,<strong> "Its ok really, maybe he can be my helper or something."</strong> she said with a soft smile as she really didn't mind having Henry tag along with her. <br><br>Ve listened as Avery mentioned symbols being above peoples head, the idea of it was kind of funny really. And when she mentioned a stick for Ares she cough mid chew as she held back a laugh. She didn't say anything since Henry was there, but she did smile towards Avery for a moment. Eva's comment about the sims made Ve laugh a bit, <strong>"Well it would explain canceled actions."</strong> she said with a smirk. <br><br>A soft nod came from her as Avery agreed with her words about the gods. Ve had no love for being left the way she was, but part of secretly kind of wished for a real family. <strong>"As long as I don't run into one any time soon I'm good."</strong> Ve said about the monsters, <strong>"Ahh...I think one of them named Mason , real aah...piece of work that one."</strong> she said not wanting to just call them a dick in front of a little kid. <br><br>Ve shrugged a bit, <strong>"People kind of figured who mine is, but if it was that obvious why hasn't he claimed me? I don't know and trying to figure it out just seems like it would drive me batty."</strong> she said with a soft shake of her head.<strong> "So I will just wing it and see what happens I guess."</strong> she said before taking a breath and drinking from her water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 18:03:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Avery1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10203807#msg10203807)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Unclaimed Resident of Hermes Cabin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pavilion, Hermes Table<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21, 8 am-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Evangeline Carmichael, Vera Maxwell<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Camp Half-Blood Shirt with black jeans and boots<hr><br>Henry became more brighter and cheerful than a Christmas tree when Vera agreed to let him tag along with her to look at the destroyed bike. His little mind was just brimming with ideas of how she could improve it, and he was not shy about voicing them. "You could even repaint it once it's put back together. It should be black but with a bunch of flames on the side of it."<br><br>Before Henry could go into further detail and likely talk all their ears off in the process, Avery distracted him by pointing out that one of his friends, also a crush but she was sworn to secrecy, who had just entered and started to collect food for one of their plates. "Look, it's Sophie." Instantly Henry's face flushed with heat before he waved shyly when Sophie smiled over at him. "I bet she would be really impressed that you're going to help redo the bike." All it took was that small encouragement for Henry to pick up the remainder of his breakfast and move downward a bit to sit beside the claimed Hermes daughter. <br><br>Avery was actually pleased that her joke caused some amusement to pass over the likely weary girls' eyes. Hopefully, camp would eventually become as much home to them as it was for her. The reference to the Sims went over her head because she never seen a computer in her life. "What's a Sim?" She questioned curiously while sipping stubbornly in attempt to drink the last corner of orange juice within her glass. <br><br>Evie gained all of her attention when she started to speak at length about how she came to know Aphrodite as her mother. It painted an endearing picture within her mind of the goddess. From what she heard, sometimes mortals were never told exactly whom they managed to gain affections from or who they had that casually one night stand with. Maybe the goddess actually loved Evie's father, at least for a small period of time. The only forever for the divine was their immortality. "Are you only here part-time?" It was only afterwards did she realize the statement likely went over her new acquaintance's head, much like how their mention of Sims and canceled actions. "People with lives outside of camp usually don't stay all the time because, well, they miss their other parent too much and their friends back at their second home." <br><br>She did not bother to lie when both Vera and Evie seemed to dance around wanting to know if being claimed was important or not. "It's complicated," Avery answered, clearly struggling with a better way to explain what felt unexplainable within her mind. "It's really up to you if it's going to become a super life-defining moment or not. To be honest, I'm probably not the best person to ask about this." She really did not have a good answer for Vera to explain why she had not been claimed even though it was painfully obvious. The workings of the Gods' minds would always remain a mystery to her. "Claim yourself," she said without really thinking about it, "Claim yourself and don't look back about it. Just continue doing what you do and don't worry about it." Easier said than done but it was the best she could offer. <br><br>Upon hearing exactly who made up the welcoming party, Avery gave Vera a sympathetic look because she already formed an idea of just how kind Mason could be when he really wanted. Since Henry was still within hearing distance, she withheld her real opinion and then said, "Mason is a really <em>special</em> type of guy. I would avoid him in the future, especially at night, since he becomes all the more special." Whether if they decided to take her advice or not was up to them but Mason was not one to be trifled with in her eyes. He creep factor was off the charts even after years of being around him. She only semi-trusted him when there was something else for his rage to be placed upon. <br><br>"It's almost time for my first class of the day. Vera, you're heading over to see about the bike after breakfast right? Evie did you have any plans?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>20-07-2014, 02:52:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/96/Evangeline.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Evangeline Carmichael (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10190516#msg10190516)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hermes, unclaimed.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pavilion, Hermes Table.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21, 8:30 AM approximately.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Avery, Ve, Henry, OPEN.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing (http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/823/hrxwx.jpg)<br><br>Evie watched with a smile when Henry moved to sit near another girl at the table.&nbsp; <br><br>"Sims are part of an online computer game. You create animated people, give them names and places to live and things like that.&nbsp; They all have a sort of shiny green jewel that hovers over their heads.&nbsp; I never really got into it, but some of my friends did."&nbsp; <br><br>Avery explained the part-time aspect of the camp.&nbsp; Another new bit of information to file away.<br><br>"No, I don't think so," she answered.&nbsp; "I was sent here because it was too dangerous for me to stay at home.&nbsp; I didn't realize before how much my father was protecting me from all this time, but for some reason the...monsters had gotten more aggressive or active or maybe there was just more of them.&nbsp; I don't know <em>why</em>, I just know I don't want any of my family hurt because of me.&nbsp; We are allowed to keep in contact with people on the outside?&nbsp; Letters and things?"<br><br>She hadn't considered all of the consequences yet, and it worried her now that Avery brought it up.&nbsp; She didn't want to lose touch with her family.&nbsp; Could she do that without endangering them?&nbsp; &nbsp;Too many disturbing thoughts ran through her head while Avery and Ve talked about being claimed.<br><br>It sounded like Mason was someone to watch out for in the future.&nbsp; Especially at night?<br><br>"I'm going back to the cabin, then to the riding class I think... Hang on.&nbsp; Why is Mason more *special* at night??"<br><br>This was going to be weird, she just knew it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>24-07-2014, 00:46:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/Vera2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vera Maxwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10190516#msg10190516)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong>Hermes due to being Unclaimed <br><strong>Location:</strong>The pavilion, <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>9/21 8:30 ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eva,Avery, Henry NPC OPEN<br><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=126869318)<br><br><br>Ve smiled at Henry's excitement and nodded, <strong>"tell you what you can be my official helper, and I'm sure you have a bunch or really good ideas. And we will make this motorcycle awesome."</strong> she nodded not minding the idea of having the kid hang around. He could hand her things, chat, and just have a good time. Ve never really minded having the smaller kids near her, they liked having someone treat them like a friend and watching them tinker was always fun. <br><br>When Henry's attention was shifted to the girl Ve held back a smirk. It was sweet to see something so innocent in a place like this. The world was always so harsh and no doubt so was this place. Giving Henry a nod of encouragement she watched as Henry wondered off once more. Looking back to Avery she smiled, <strong>"He's cute, and I hope it’s ok that I am letting him help. I really don't mind it, but I should have asked first."</strong> Ve said hoping she wasn't stepping on anyone's toes. <br><br>Ve shrugged at the question for Avery, she didn't have parents outside of this place so that probably meant she was full time. Not like she really had anywhere else to go really. <strong>"Ah full time I guess."</strong> Ve stated as her eyes shifted between the two girls. It had been to dangerous to stay out in the real world? Sure she had run into a fair share of trouble, be Ve always figured it was just bad luck. Maybe there was more to it all...maybe. <strong>"Alec my temporary guardian brought me here. Turns out he is a satyr and somehow just knew I needed to get here."</strong> she shrugged not really sure how being a demi-god was obvious, specially when there was no sure idea who her parent was. Maybe they had a smell to them or something that thought caused her chuckle a bit.<strong> "Sorry totally not laughing at you," </strong>she assured Avery and Eva, "<strong>It’s just, I know your dad told you what you were. But how did Alec know what I was? Do we have like...a smell or something? The thought just made me chuckle."</strong> she said reaching up and rubbing the back of her neck. <br><br>Ve listened to Avery she spoke about being claimed, it was true really, it only mattered if she made it matter. Sure part of wanted a family, even though she'd never admit it. But that didn't man she had to wait for someone she didn't even know to look her way. <strong>"You know I think that is the best advice I've heard in a long time."</strong> she said with a nod, <strong>"Thanks." </strong>Ve smirked and nibbled a bit more of her food.<strong> "Yeah that guy had a hell of a creeper vibe to him, I can only imagine what he gets like at night time.'</strong> Ve shook her head and perked up at the mention of the bike,<strong> "Yeah Alec said he would get it for me, and I honestly can't wait to get to work."</strong> Ve said with a bit of excitement to her voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>24-07-2014, 22:54:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/a7ddb1b2e2efa13d5433b2d07839d17b/tumblr_n96pde9F521r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10203807#msg10203807)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hera<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pavilion, Hera Table<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 8 am-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vincent <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Camp Half-Blood Shirt with black jeans and boots<hr><br>When Avery was younger, about six or seven years age, she secretly hoped her claiming would come with some form of transformation to make her feel more like the daughter of a god or goddess. Physical or mental, she was not too picky about the outcome. After each of her sacrifices and good deeds done in honor of whatever God chosen to receive her devotions, she often imagined to Chiron's annoyance what the outcome might be afterwards. If Demeter turned out to be her mother then hopefully she would develop the ability to blend in perfectly with natural surroundings like a chameleon. Perfect skill to enhance capture the flag. Then if her father was Poseidon, she would not have minded being able to eventually transform into marine based animals. Her requests to the Gods went on and on throughout those hope filled years, and they were likely pleased rather than disappointed into her '<em>fuck the gods</em>' phase. <br><br>The fantasy of childhood was easily shattered upon awakening to a young adult's blunt reality. All she felt was a nagging ache in the center of her back and a slight throb of an a headache at the side of her head. However, what bothered her most was the lack of assurance she felt with being claimed. One question had been answered. But with its disappearance, about a dozen more spawned in its place. <br><br>To her surprise when she awoke, Henry was already gone from Hermes' cabin. A rare occurrence since he normally preferred to sleep for as long as possible until Avery almost had to drag him from the comfort of bed. It was tempting to worry about his whereabouts, considering all the issues last night. But instead of panicking, she forced herself to inhale and then exhale deeply. "He's fine," she mumbled to herself while taking the time to make up his messy bed. It took her slightly longer than usual to complete her usual chores and routine since her body protested each movement. Instead of completing her morning jog like usual, Avery headed toward the pavillion for breakfast since her stomach was already growling for nourishment. It was only once she broached closer did she notice Henry was already present and seated at Ares' table. Her heart ached a little. <br><br>Did this mean Henry was going to willingly spend more time around them? It should not have bothered her because it was common fact that children, no matter what the species, eventually grew up. But Avery did not expect for it to happen so soon.&nbsp; <br><br>Her lips parted to call Henry to her. But before she could emit a sound, she clamped her lips back together tightly. From what she could tell, no one was forcing him to remain at Ares' table. In fact, from what she could tell, most of them seemed engrossed within their conversation. Avery then decided to leave it up to Henry rather than force her will upon him. Out of old habit, she headed toward Hermes table but then stopped suddenly. She stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure if she actually wanted to sit at Hera's table or not. It looked like its own little island from her perspective, lovely but isolated. Choice made, she made her way step by step and sat down at Hera's table. It felt odd but there were some high points. No one to snatch the juiciest piece of meat from her plate. Just as she bent slightly to relieve the discomfort within her back, Henry finally noticed her and waved enthusiastically in her direction. Avery spared him her uncertainly and waved back with a wide smile. <br><br>He did not come sit with her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>27-07-2014, 06:25:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Avery1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10203807#msg10203807)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Unclaimed Resident of Hermes Cabin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pavilion, Hermes Table<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21, 8 am-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Evangeline Carmichael, Vera Maxwell<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Camp Half-Blood Shirt with black jeans and boots<hr><br>Avery still did not fully understand the concept of the Sims. However, the concept which they spoke of did become clearer when Evie mentioned it was merely a game. Camp Half-blood had games as well although they frequently ended up bloody and with someone becoming injured. It was all done in good sport though, <em>not really</em>, and for the sake of becoming stronger demi-gods. She gently waved away Ve's concerns about Henry. She was protective not possessive of the boy's attentions. Besides, he could acquire a skill or two from the new camper. "Please, you are doing me a small favor," she smiled slightly in attempt to reassure the mechanic, "He really loves being a helper. I just hope he doesn't break anything by trying to help too much."<br><br>Sympathy crossed her grey eyes when Evie mentioned the hardships placed upon her family prior to being sent to camp. It made her feel some admiration for the courage of the girl's mortal father because she did not know the modern ones were capable of such bravery. "You are lucky to have him in your life." It gave her some pleasure to alleviate Evie's fears because she did not want her to think badly about camp life. "I have seen other campers write letters to their mortal family and friends. Depending on your father's openness, there are also quicker ways to reach him through Iris mail." Her attention turned to Ve at the sound of her amusement. When it became clear what caused the reaction, Avery actually joined in briefly. "We likely do smell like a juicy steak to some of those monsters." She smiled genuinely at Ve when she thanked her for that little tidbit of advice. Now if only she could cement that within her own mind to not care about the entire claiming deal. "I'm here to help...most of the time." She said the last part with evident teasing within her tone. <br><br>At the request for more information about Mason, Avery pursed her lips together tightly, debating how to shape her words into a suitable warning without striking fear within the girl. Yet then again, a little fear would possibly keep her from harm's way. "He's a pervert and preys on the weak." Finished with her breakfast, she drank the remainder of juice from her glass then shifted within her seat with clear intention to rise from her position. "If you would like, I can walk you two over. It takes a bit of walking around to get a grasp of where's where within the camp."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>27-07-2014, 11:06:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/17/Vincent3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vincent Guerrero (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10163218#msg10163218)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hephaestus <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Pavilion <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 8 am-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Avery<br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; <hr><br>While plenty of campers were still rubbing the crud out of the corner of their eyes, Vincent had been awake for hours. It was not common, but he was up and early that morning and decided to spend it down by the forge where he had met a new camper. He did take note of the mess by the cabins and wondered what the hell had transpired the night before. The stone paved road was blown out and the earth around it looked disturbed. He sighed and added it to the growing list, more work for him and his siblings.<br><br>Vincent changed his dirty sweat stained shirt for a fresh one but his dirty soot stained jeans remained. It was like any other day at the pavillion. The Aphrodite girls were primping, the Apollo kids were basking in those first few rays of light, Hera's table had Avery and and Henry was seated at the Ares's table....Wait WHAT?! He stopped, holding up incoming traffic before he was shoved forward by Mason. "Move it Captain Barbosa." <br><br>His brother followed in after. "Guess you just saw. Avery and Henry were claimed last night. Somebody said there was a fight also, but who, what, why is anyones guess." Vincent listened to him give what few (and very limited) details he had heard as he moved to fix himself a plate. "I'm gonna go talk to her." Vincent shared to which his brother protested, rules and all. Vincent simply scoffed. "Please, who do you think you are talking too here." <br><br>With his breakfast in hand he walked passed his assigned table and towards Avery. He knew the rules, you couldn't send at another table unless it was Hermes's, but no one said you couldn't sit near another one. "You look a little lonely, want some company?" Vincent asked, setting his food on the table before he managed to pull some scrap pieces of materials from various pouches on his tool belt. A small compact table and chair &nbsp;(http://www.tuvie.com/wp-content/uploads/foldable-table-and-chair-on-the-go-by-arun-paul3.jpg) was created within sixty seconds. His food was set down and he slid onto the chair with a relaxed sigh. He was sitting at the end of the table with Avery beside her, but technically he was not sitting at her mom's table, that was an entire other story. Hera had stepped out on Zues? He could only imagined how pissed of the big guy in the sky was, a little taste of his own medicine.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>27-07-2014, 22:34:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/a7ddb1b2e2efa13d5433b2d07839d17b/tumblr_n96pde9F521r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10203807#msg10203807)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hera<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pavilion, Hera Table<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 8 am-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vincent <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Camp Half-Blood Shirt with black jeans and boots<hr><br>Hunger slowly diminished and become inconsequential in light of the new situation placed upon her plate. Avery tried to remind herself of the knowledge that this unease was not unique. More than a hundred campers likely experienced it as well when claimed by their largely absent parent. This was a <em>temporary</em> feeling. Keeping that fact in mind, she reached forward and placed some fruit within a small bowl for herself. By habit, she almost started to fix a second one for Henry until she recalled his placement within Ares. <br><br>So focused with her task and simply dealing with her emotions, she did not notice when Vincent entered the Pavillion nor his steady and determined progress toward Hera's table. It was not until his voice seeped through the hazy state of her mind did cloudy colored eyes lift upward and a genuine smile curved at her lips. In her opinion, Vincent was truly an inspiration and reason why no one within the camp had the right to whine about the obstacles placed in front of them. Never once since he arrived to Camp Half-Blood did she hear him once complain about his irreversible circumstance. He took it all in stride and then went forth to ensure the camp was not only better for himself but others as well. "I would love your company."<br><br>Just when Avery was about to unnecessarily state the obvious problem to the experienced camper, Vincent demonstrated his skill and ability to deconstruct the problem by assembling a seat and small table for himself within a blink of an eye. "You really are always prepared," she complimented with obvious amusement shining within her gaze. Helpful by nature, she picked up another bowl and placed some items, mostly fruit and cheese, within its space and then placed the offering in front of him. "Thank you," she said, more in response to his being there than anything else, and then nibbled at the corner of a piece of pineapple, "Did you fill up that giant whole by the cabins? I planned on doing it myself but this morning it was already done when I walked by it." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 21:58:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/17/Vincent3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vincent Guerrero (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10163218#msg10163218)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hephaestus <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Pavilion <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 8 am-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Avery<br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; <hr><br>Once settled in his new makeshift table and chair, he tested his design with a little wiggle and shake of the table. Noting it was nice and sturdy he wondered if this was something he could patent. Would it surprise anyone to hear the children of Hephaestus held numerous patents to everyday items out in the mortal world? <br><br>He nodded in appreciation to the offered plate of fruits and cheeses, all the non basic foods he skipped over bacon, sausage, eggs, more bacon and more eggs. Vincent reached for a grape, chucked it into the air and caught it in his mouth as he began to "play with his food". He assembled a quick glider with some parts from his tool belt, loaded it up with a few items from his plate and sent it off to its fiery demise to his father. <br><br>With the task of honoring his old man done, he turned to Avery as he ate. He was careful not to talk with his mouth full, something she had scolded him once long ago when he was still sleeping under Hermes's roof. The topic of the blown out road came up and Vincent shook his head. "That was a hole? When I passed it in the morning around five or so, it just looked like someone blew out the road." Vincent replied, more curious as to WHY the path was in such a state. <br><br>"So let me address the Elephant in the room, how does it feel being claimed...and Hera of all people. A little fitting don't you think? You are now the official den-mother of the camp." Vincent teased before another question came to mind. "What did you do? What finally triggered it? You think it was Percy's deal with Olympus?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 07:12:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/a7ddb1b2e2efa13d5433b2d07839d17b/tumblr_n96pde9F521r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10203807#msg10203807)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hera<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pavilion, Hera Table<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 8 am-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vincent <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Camp Half-Blood Shirt with black jeans and boots<hr><br>Despite the cloud, which hovered burdensomely over her head, Avery could not help but smile when Vincent wriggled back and forth within his makeshift chair. The simple action procured a smile from her before she finally released a short and soft giggle because he reminded her of a penguin's motion when they waddled back and forth. "I do believe your contraption is sturdy, Vincent," she said after popping some more fruit within her mouth. It was yet another reason atop a pile which grew in size whenever they shared each other's company. He made her laugh at times without really trying and shared the same passion as she to accomplish various task around the camp. <br><br>It was not until he sent his father an offering did Avery realize her own neglectfulness. However, right before regret and shame attempted to constrict around her mind, she reminded herself that she was new to the entire being claimed deal. And, one moment of her mother actually being a parent and acknowledged her did not erases years of feeling like she'd been abandoned by someone who was ashamed of her. Forgetting an offering paled in comparison to leaving your kid at someone else's doorstep to be raised after willingly producing her with some unknown man yet to be revealed. <br><br>She frowned slightly when he mentioned that he was not involved with the cleanup of the battle. Avery really could not think who else around the camp would have actually done it. The gods never really stuck around for the consequences of their actions unless forced hence the reason for the camp. Although she had not seen Ezra, thank the Gods for small mercies because she really did not want to see him at all, but she was fairly certainly his hand was not involved with it. "Yea, it was there last night," Avery responded without really elaborating much since she stuffed some more fruit into her mouth. Apparently hunger had returned. <br><br>It was only a matter of time before her claiming was brought up between them but Avery really did not know how to answer his questions. "I don't know how I feel," she said after about a minute of silence before she turned more fully towards him. "I'm happy because at least I know the reason behind some of my ways. Funny how someone can make such a large impression even though you've never seen their face. But then, it's insane because it's, you know, Hera." Avery pressed her lips together tightly, conflict racing through those grey eyes. All types of negative stories of her mother being a vindictive bitch ran through her mind. She actually die look a bit forlorn when he asked about what possibly triggered it. "I hope it's not because I fought with Ezra. I really do. Hopefully she was more pleased with me sticking up for Henry." <br><br>Knowing he wanted full details, she lowered her voice to avoid being overheard since she was not necessarily proud of her actions. "Henry, as you already know, was claimed by Ares. He went over to their cabin to move in like normal but there was a scuffle. The reason for his black eye. I got pissed when he came back to Hermes. Of course, I bumped into Ezra while heading to their cabin and we had it out with each other. I went too far but I was too pissed off to realize it.I wanted to hurt him until he screamed. I swear, I could hear her mind head goading for me to finish him. But then one of his cabin mates came out of nowhere to inform me that Ezra had absolutely nothing to do with it. Anyways, when I came back to the cabin, she claimed me. I really can't make much sense out of it than anyone else. As to Percy, maybe. Who knows? Maybe I'm not the only Hera kid in camp." She hoped not since it would be weird to go from being within rowdy Hermes to a quiet cabin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>05-08-2014, 10:37:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/17/Vincent3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vincent Guerrero (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10163218#msg10163218)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hephaestus <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Pavilion <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 8 am-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Avery<br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; <hr><br>Vincent nodded but only gave his contraption one last test. "Can never be too sure." He commented as he resumed his breakfast. His mind switching its full focus to the food and their conversation. Grabbing his full attention was almost impossible unless there was food involved. If he was hammering away at the forge, the son of Hephaestus always drifted away into his own little world when it came to his work. <br><br>Considering the stuff that occurred at camp daily, a covered up hole did not raise many eyebrows. When she went into details on how she was claimed, it did. A fight with Erza over Henry and a black eye? He managed a glance over in his direction and wondered what exactly had transpired. Henry was as much of a warrior as a kitten, but he was young. The Ares kids were not known for gentle and understanding attitudes, but without the full story he was simply assuming the "meatheads" were in the wrong, since they typically where anyway. <br><br>"I know you are looking out for him Avery, you look out for everyone. I'm not saying Hera will ever be mom of the year, but she did give you to the rest of us right?" Vincent offered what little good in all that had happened. "Please tell me you won? If anyone needs a reality check is Erza. Just don't be getting too cocky now. I know your weakness and will use it against you." He threatened playfully. "I'm the Batman of this camp, utility tool belt and all." Vincent grinned. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>05-08-2014, 22:24:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/a7ddb1b2e2efa13d5433b2d07839d17b/tumblr_n96pde9F521r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10203807#msg10203807)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hera<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pavilion, Hera Table<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 8 am-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vincent <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Camp Half-Blood Shirt with black jeans and boots<hr><br>Vincent's affirmation made her feel slightly better about the entire situation even though she was still aware that it had become more violent than originally intended within the heat of the moment. Avery had imagined bashing one of the claimed members of Ares' child against a sharp object but never actually imagined something similar would happen, considering their physical prowess within battle and being outnumbered since they were one of the biggest cabins within the camp. Her thoughts about the conflict was deflected when Vincent provided an unexpected note of positivity in relation to her mother. She actually blushed visibly before she stuffed her mouth with another piece of fruit, chewing more than needed. Yet, the inability to speak due to eating did not prevent an odd thought from stirring within her mind, contorting his words into something they were not. <br><br><em>She gave you to me.</em> <br><br>Thankfully, her companion continued to chatter away without any indication of knowing the vastly inappropriateness which spurned within her private thoughts. Avery did not exactly understand why it emerged in the first place. Vincent was physically attractive and possessed a sound mind but they were friends. Always had been. Plus, it was not as if she was drawn to anyone romantically of late like some females within the camp even with handsome men being dangled in front of her nose, sometimes half-dressed, on a daily basis. After her breakup with Ezra and the jealous rage which planted itself within her heart for months when he moved onward with relative ease, she decided that relationships or anything similar were not for her and it made the camp a lot safer from accidental lashes of her mental abilities against others. She kept busy with other tasks than those cherished by other teenagers by burying herself within the camp's busywork which helped her ignore the occasional itch to satisfy a physical need. <br><br>"No one won since we were interrupted by Malcolm." Avery's gaze shifted once more to that particular table but did not see either male present at their table. She was not the boastful type so the details of the end of their feud would be kept to herself. Besides, the only reason why she gained the upper-hand was due to her grasp on his mind. If he actually managed to hold out against her for longer, the tide of battle could have easily turned in his favor and she likely would have been unconscious on the ground for overextending herself. She smiled widely at the thought of being cocky. "The only thing I demand is a congratulatory Slurpee for not having a matching black eye to my poor Henry." The Batman reference went up and over her head but the latter part of his statement reminded her of something which needed to be said. "I wanted to thank you for my new sword. I put her to use last night. She was able to hold off Ezra's Might and Glory. Handling was excellent and she's pretty much weightless." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>09-08-2014, 05:56:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/96/Evangeline.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Evangeline Carmichael (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10190516#msg10190516)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hermes, unclaimed.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pavilion, Hermes Table.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21, 8:30 AM approximately.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Avery, Ve, Henry, OPEN.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing (http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/823/hrxwx.jpg)<br><br>Evie thanks Avery for all her help.&nbsp; She tosses the appropriate offering into the fire as she stands, adding a prayer to her Mother.&nbsp; &nbsp; She follows Avery back to the Hermes cabin and changes into a camp shirt for the day.&nbsp; <br><br><em>(Scene closed.)</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-08-2014, 18:47:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/17/Vincent3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vincent Guerrero (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10163218#msg10163218)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hephaestus <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Pavilion <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 8 am-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Avery<br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; <hr><br>More pieces to a puzzle he wanted to answer, his mind trying to piece it all together like one of his contraptions. Vincent didn't look towards the Ares table when she did, he had not spotted him nor Erza when he checked in on Henry moments earlier. He could only nod along as Avery played the role of concerned mom over Henry. "You going to start wearing mom jeans and driving an SUV around? I can probably jerry rig a massive chariot." Vincent teased, always forgetting that Avery didn't get the exposure to the mortal world like he did. <br><br>The references to soccer moms and batman might have gone over her head. An idea came to mind. "Hey, you want to go into town one day? We can go hang out with the mortals" Vincent roundabout asked her out on a sorta date. "New York is a big city, there is more to it than just the elevator to Olympus. I'll take you to a real 7-11, their slurpees are better than mine." He admitted before he nodded at her appreciation to his latest creation. "You didn't waste any time putting it to use, glad it worked for you. Did you use the whip? I think that will&nbsp; the longest to master but when you do, that blade will always find its mark." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>11-08-2014, 16:17:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/a7ddb1b2e2efa13d5433b2d07839d17b/tumblr_n96pde9F521r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10203807#msg10203807)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hera<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pavilion, Hera Table<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 8 am-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vincent <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Camp Half-Blood Shirt with black jeans and boots<hr><br>The only reason why she was aware of what Vincent meant by <em>mom jeans</em> was due to accidentally overhearing a fashion lesson from the usual source when it came to subjects like that, one of Aphrodite's daughters. The astounding number of dos and don'ts when it came to dressing oneself, according to them, was endless and unnecessarily complicated. Her personal style was hard to gauge because the choices within camp were limited. Unlike seasonal campers, she never left the protection provided by the barrier and thus her wardrobe and shoe collection looked like nothing special. Every now and then, a talented camper was capable of creating clothes by their own hand so she would receive a dress or two from them if a bargain could be agreed upon. The rest of Vincent's statement, as usual, whenever he discussed the mortal world went up and over her head. "I bet you wouldn't be caught dead with me if I dared to wear a pair." <br><br>Mood pleasantly improved, Avery sipped at her orange juice then finished off the remaining fruit within her small bowl. Thankfully, she finished swallowing the small grape before Vincent posed an unexpected offer toward her. Surprise flickered within her grey eyes overtly before she answered within the next second. "Only if you take me to the Statue of Liberty." This would be her first time away within her life if Vincent did not change his mind or suddenly became busy. Well, he always had work to be done, weapons and building cabins for the minor gods. Even she had a long list of goals to accomplish and duties to be completed. But after last night, a small break did not sound like a bad idea. <br><br>Her thoughts flickered to Henry, knowing the youngster would likely enjoy an outing as well. However, taking him meant needing to ask his cabin leader's permission to avoid anymore ruffled feathers. Normally, that would not be an issue but she really did not want to speak with Ezra. At least, not right now. <br><br>She laughed lightly when he mentioned her putting Joybringer to use sooner than expected. "I honestly didn't plan to, and I did use the whip feature. Like you say, it will take some practice. Lots of practice if I'm honest with myself. I do like how it allows me to become a distance fighter rather than needing to be up close and personal with an opponent." Her mind really was not in the mood to discuss weapons with a potential trip on the horizon. "So when will this 'teach Avery everything mortal so that you don't have to explain it anymore' trip happen?"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-08-2014, 03:15:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/17/Vincent3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vincent Guerrero (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10163218#msg10163218)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hephaestus <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Pavilion <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 8 am-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Avery<br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; <hr><br>"Are you sure about that?" Vincent replied to her comment with a smile, a challenging one. He was the last person who could say anything about clothes or how to wear them. If he wasn't in a pair of dirty or torn jeans, it was a pair of camo pants with a black shirt, camp shirt or no shirt all together. Stuff like that was not important to him but he had enough sisters to know that every once in a while a girl liked to "doll" herself up. He wondered if that was something she would like? She had to agree to the outing before he made plans so he reigned in all those ideas. <br><br>He had no issue changing the subject to their day in New York. She had agreed hadn't she? "Not a problem we can go see that, central park, ride the subways and get some pizza, all of that." Vincent agreed and managed to add a few more enticing possibilities. "So is that a yes? I was thinking this weekend." He added, his plate was empty and he was preparing for an escape whether she said yes or no. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Pavilion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>24-08-2014, 00:09:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/a7ddb1b2e2efa13d5433b2d07839d17b/tumblr_n96pde9F521r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10203807#msg10203807)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hera<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pavilion, Hera Table<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 8 am-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vincent <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Camp Half-Blood Shirt with black jeans and boots<hr><br>Avery locked her storm colored gaze upon Vincent's face and tried to determine if she was entering a minefield or not. Although she was aware of how the son of Hephaestus carried himself with the evidence of his work upon his skin and clothes, she did not believe he would choose to display himself in the same manner once they were within the world of humans. From what she heard from campers whom traveled back and forth between the two existences, the city was a place of both innovation and style. It was a risky gamble but the little quirk of his lips into a challenging smile proved to be her downfall, pushing all reason outside of her logically inclined mind. "I'm so sure about it that I will prove it." <br><br>The outing at NYC promised to be one filled with all types of sights, people, and adventure. The little gloom surrounding her prior to Vincent's arrival had retreated to the fringes of her mind. She now had something positive shining upon the distant horizon, making the week's bullshit appear all the more manageable in her mind. Then, there was the fact that she could pick up a few souvenirs for her favorite people around the camp like Henry and even the new campers. Granted, they probably would not view the little trinkets with the same value as those who rarely left the camp grounds. She laughed softly when he asked for a direct answer regarding whether or not she planned to come with him or not. Her answer, or at least she thought, was pretty obvious but somehow it managed to evade the builder's grasp. It would not be the first time. Rather than tease him about it, Avery rose with innate grace from the wooden bench to stand beside his small contraption. "That's a definite yes, Vincent. We're going out this weekend. You, me, and my fancy pair of mom jeans." Avery took one small step away and then looked back on him. "If you even think about changing your mind after getting me all excited, I'll make sure you don't get a wink of sleep for two weeks." The seriousness in her voice cracked towards the end of her feigned threat to reveal humor although one could never be certain considering whose blood flowed within her veins. "I need to go for my morning swim. I'll see you later." Still chucking, the daughter of Hera heading out of the Pavilion with usual confidence returning to her step.<br><br><div align="center">-end scene for Aves-</div>
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