Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariel</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 05:58:03</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i2.wp.com/www.percyjacksonmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Percy-Jackson-Sea-of-Monsters-Trailer-2-Screen-Captures-10.jpg)<br><br>Perhaps ten years ago, when Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus, and her friends were running to make it into camp, they were attacked. Thalia knew there was no way to save everyone and being the noble hero she was, she sacrificed herself so her friends could cross the border and thus be protected by the camp's magical boundaries. Taking pity on his daughter as she died, Zeus turned her soul into a pine tree. The strength and purity of Thalia's soul helped strengthen the border.<br><br>Three years ago, Thalia's pine tree was weakened and the border's magic grew weak. Percy Jackson returned with the famous Golden Fleece, which brought Thalia back to life. Since then, it has remained on her pine tree, continuing to enrich the land and further harden the borders. It is protected by a young but fierce dragon named Peleus.<br><br>This thread is to be used if you are on border patrol, talking to someone on border patrol, coming in or leaving camp, or generally skirting the edges of the camp. If Peleus has any suspicion that you are snooping around for no good reason, he will attack.&nbsp; At ten p.m. and before 7:30 a.m., anyone out of bed will be eaten, especially if they are by the border.<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></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>15-07-2014, 11:22:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/Rina1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rina Aoki (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10253475#msg10253475)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Demeter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Camp Entryway<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21st, 9am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing this (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=128535335)<br><hr>Rina felt a whole mix of emotions as she stood outside the entrance of the camp. She was happy, excited, nervous...sad. She had no idea what kind of place to expect, and that made her quite nervous. Of course, she was sad because she would have to be away from her father. But at the same time, she was relieved that she would be away from her step-mother.<br><br><em>"Mamoru, she's not <strong>our</strong> daughter! She's <strong>yours</strong>! I have no idea why she is the way she is!"<br><br>"Miki, please! We've been over this! When we got married, you had no problems claiming her as your own! Now that she's different, you don't want anything to do with her??"<br><br>"Oh please! You hid this from me! Just like you hid it from her for years! She's - "<br><br>"I didn't hide it from her! She was too young to understand, so I waited until she was older. That's it."<br><br>"You hid it from <strong>me</strong>!"<br><br>"Because I didn't want you to react exactly how you're reacting now! So what if she's different? Is that reason enough to shun her? Have her family turn their back on her?"<br><br>"You're her family..."<br><br>"Miki, she's going to the camp. She'll be around others like her, and - "<br><br>"Good! Let her go! Keep her away from my kids. Let her be with other freaks like her!"</em><br><br>That was the first time Rina had heard Miki call her a freak. Granted, it wasn't to her face. But it still hurt nonetheless. The woman had cared for her as if she was her own daughter. Now that Rina was different, it was as if she was some sort of dangerous alien creature in her own home. Her siblings never seemed to mind, and her father always stood up to defend her. It really did make her feel like she was loved. At least by her father.<br><br>But here she was, standing at the entrance of this camp that claimed to be a safe haven for people like her. A place where they could learn to harness their powers; control them. The young girl shifted her weight from one foot to the other, still feeling nervous. Though she couldn't quite figure out why. This was a good thing, wasn't it? A fresh start, and a chance to find people who were like her. She wouldn't feel so alone anymore.<br><br>Picking up the few bags with her belongings, Rina took a step forward and crossed the barrier into the camp.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Italics</div><div class="spoiler_body">The italics are a flashback, and the conversation is in Japanese.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>20-07-2014, 11:12:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Justine.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Justine Cornett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10185332#msg10185332)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Demeter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Around the Cabins<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24rd || After lunch<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Tanktop, jeans and boots<hr>The last three days seemed relatively uneventful, this was overall for Justine- as who can top pegging a Chimera in its rather large eyeball, and trying to save a convulsing demi-god she was sure was as crazy as one of the Poseidon girls. The jury was still out on his godly parent, and the brunette’s interest in knowing exactly who had dwindled. There was this thing about knowing, about belonging because you were claimed. On one hand, it was amazing to finally know- like any human, the knowledge of where you came from was life changing. However, now that Percy Jackson had made the gods promise to claim their children instead of leaving them to suffer for years, it seemed more like an afterthought.<br><br>Justine crouched among the flora, the fingertips of her left hand- the fore and middle specifically- beaded with crimson liquid. The tiny beads painted the leaves, smearing across the underside of plant after plant until smallish square of flowers blossomed wildly- stretching out their petals to receive the strength of the afternoon rays of sun filtered through the canopy. The trees above danced in the wind, bending further down than a mere breeze could account for. There was something in them that answered the call of a daughter of Demeter’s blood. It was a skill to control the towering pines, one she had yet to master except in fits and starts, and easily in the direst of consequences.<br><br>For some time, it had felt like the whole world had taken a breath as one and held it. The earth trembled, the skies bled until it came to a climax. Fighting in a war she could only read about in history books, Justine felt consumed by the mistakes of her parents- and by extension all the other gods. Even fully gods, they were so, so human. To conveniently&nbsp; forget their children, to begin wars based on tormenting a humans for giving them insult- the mythology of the gods was full of them. It was difficult to judge them, as Justine was no better in some regards. She hated, and loved, and lived in any way she could- damn the rest of those that would hold her back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-07-2014, 02:05:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Marcus_Aiden.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Patton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10172885#msg10172885)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Unclaimed<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outskirts of Camp<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 24rd || After lunch<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Spotting Justine and her blood gardening ways<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Healthy as a Horse&nbsp; <hr><br>Marcus slipped through the cracks once more. He thanked the two daughters of Demeter as they showed him the ropes, but he quickly shied away from his appointed cabin. There was nothing wrong with the Hermes Cabin, in fact he found them warm and hospitable. He was not used to people asking him questions and things. When it came to meals, he would be seen around the Pavillion for long, just enough to pick up a few things and vanish out of sight.<br><br>He spent the first days simply watching, observing, moving from place to place. One day he spent it in the fields, laying in the sun and watching the day slowly pass. His missing bike was still a mystery but that was no surprise considering how little effort he had put into locating it.<br><br>When he found a small patch of land that caught the sun perfectly, Marcus felt compelled to do something else. He had never shown an interest in gardening before, but he felt his body crave it, among other things. Tools were easy to acquire, the patch of land needed to be cleared out. Manual labor, that was something he quickly adjusted to. Marcus lost two days to clearing out the small patch of land. A new problem surfaced, he had no seeds but the bounty at the pavillion might be a good place to start. <br><br>Marcus came to lunch after most of the campers had already move on to their next activities. He tossed in a handful of fruits and vegetables and some things for his own lunch in the bag before trying to run off. Chiron caught him, acknowledging him with a wave before going on with his day. <br><br>On his way back, he spotted a familiar face and decided to say hello. As he neared, he saw something interesting. Curious as to what she was doing, he watched as she feed the plants her own blood. "You know, if you are out of water...there is a river nearby." Marcus suggested as he stopped near her and her plants. He was dressed in dirty jeans and a sweat stained camp half blood shirt, evidence he had not been wasting his day doing nothing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>21-07-2014, 12:45:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/58/Lea.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lea Valentine (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10275985#msg10275985)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside of Camp, walking in.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 21st of September, 8:55 AM. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing Military gear, looking happy if a bit exhausted. <br><br>Lea had been gone from the camp for close to a month now. Had it been the her from before she came to the camp, she wouldn't have minded moving on to another home, but the her of the present liked living at the camp with all her half-siblings. Speaking of half-siblings, by her side was a man whose features couldn't be made out by anyone looking at them from afar. It was Deimos, the Greek personification of Dread. Lea had been gone from the camp following a request from Ares for one of his children to locate their brother. He didn't exactly look happy, but he was smiling softly "So this is it then little sister, we part ways here, before that pet dragon of the camp comes and eats me" Lea nodded and looked up at her brother. She didn't feel terror around him, she felt calm and happy. Lea had first met her older brothers at the age of 8, and the three had met several times since. She didn't waste a second before hugging him "Stay away from sirens... I know you can't be affected... but I don't want to have to drag your ass out of there again" Her brother patted her head softly as he turned and vanished while saying "Can't promise anything... Say hey to the others from Dad and I" Lea nodded softly before yawning quite loudly. She looked at the gates of the camp from afar and giggled a bit "home, sweet home" She forced herself to move on on tired legs<br><br>As she walked towards the gate she couldn't help but think of the first time she had come here, how she had been brought here by a satyr called Willis who had sought her out, while her and her mercenary family had been staying in Chechnya. She had known they would come eventually, having been told as much by Ares, and she had left with Willis the same day. She was amazed when she had arrived, mostly due to the amount of siblings she had, and how varied their powers seemed to be. She had quickly come to call the camp home and even now as she walked towards the gates, she felt a sense of relief and happiness at returning. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 09:21:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Justine.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Justine Cornett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10185332#msg10185332)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Demeter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outskirts of Camp<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24rd || After lunch<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Tanktop, jeans and boots<hr><br>Sucking on her bloody fingertips, the taste of iron burst over her tongue- and the pricks closed slowly as her saliva touched them. The amusing part about being out away from everyone, was that she did not expect the voice behind her. Whirling, she crouched- fingers going to the blade at her hip with a subconscious move that had everything to do with a fighter's spirit and nothing to do with Marcus. Demi-gods were normally harder to surprise, but he was unusually quiet. Her grey orbs roved over his dirty clothes, and the oddly adorable proof that he seemed just as interested in plants as she was. It was weirder still because it threw a wrench into the idea that he was the son of a warrior god. <br><br>Justine shook her head, banishing the thought of his godly parent and clearing her vision of the strands of brunette hair that escaped her messy updo. Raising her eyebrows at his cheeky, sarcastic and utterly obviously statement, she focused on the flowers near his feet- their leaves trembling at the tendril of power that coaxed them. They bend and stretched, curling around one of his ankles- their petals stretching open like fingers on a hand to grip at his jeans.<br><br>Pointing at his feet, she grinned with the same manner of cheek, <strong>"You know, if I used water... It wouldn't give me the same power over plants."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-07-2014, 08:54:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Marcus_Aiden.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Patton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10172885#msg10172885)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Unclaimed<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outskirts of Camp<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 24rd || After lunch<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Justine <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Healthy as a Horse&nbsp; <hr><br>Marcus lifted his hands playfully in defeat as she spun and reached for her dagger. "Just a suggestion no need to get physical over it." He joked in the dry wit that was becoming his signature tone. The unclaimed camper glanced down when she gestured towards his foot, the vince crawling up his leg made jump. Marcus jumped up and back a few feet from his standing position, giving a little more credit to his natural athleticism. "What the fuck, it's moving!" He pointed at the flower and took a few steps backs away from it. <br><br>After he calmed down, he felt foolish. This was not the weirdest thing he had seen at the camp but it had caught him off guard. Marcus's weird-shit-o-meter was going off every few minutes at Camp Half-blood. "That's crazy, can you command trees also? Ever seen them sprout up on their roots and walk around?" Marcus asked as he moved and took a seat on a nearby rock. His lack of lunch had him digging in his sack for an apple, a decent snack to munch on he hung out with one of the only people he knew. <br><br>"So what's new? Got any tips for an amatuar farmer?" He asked as he bit deep into his apple and began to chew. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>24-07-2014, 13:29:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Justine.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Justine Cornett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10185332#msg10185332)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Demeter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outskirts of Camp<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24rd || After lunch<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marcus<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Tanktop, jeans and boots<hr><br>The girl laughed in amusement, at his over the top reaction to the vines feeling up his jean-covered leg. Sitting back on a rock surrounded by her flowers, her blood-fed flora leaned into her for a moment- their tendrils caressing her finger tips as if hungry for another taste of blood. Flowers were the easiest to control, more susceptible to the suggestion of her power. They returned to their original position, the full buds waving under the shade and sunlight.<br><br>Justine wrinkled her brow, licking the tips of her fingers again to cleanse off the droplets of drying blood. Shaking her head, she smiled, <strong>"Trees are harder. They require concentration or a rush of adrenaline in battle. Every day suggestion is hard to do."</strong> The daughter of Demeter considered his filthy appearance again, grinning. <strong>"Seeds, water- no crowding of the rows. A little blood, like mine, never hurts."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>25-07-2014, 17:15:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Marcus_Aiden.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Patton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10172885#msg10172885)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Unclaimed<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outskirts of Camp<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 24rd || After lunch<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Justine <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Healthy as a Horse&nbsp; <hr><br>"So, I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume the blood trick comes from your immortal side?" Marcus assumed as he looked at the inside of his wrists, pondering what would happen if he made a blood offering. He had bled plenty of times on grass, asphalt and stone, maybe blood animating powers weren't in his arsenal.&nbsp; "Those bad boys are strong, I got the stuffing knocked out of me once by one of those." Marcus shared with a chuckle as he reminisced on one of his past encounters. It reminded him a little of the VA he visited with his grandpa back home long ago. Listening to war stories from the old timers, many of the tips and advice he had overheard had taken a huge part in keeping him alive on his journey to the camp (he just didn't realize it). <br><br>As Justine offered her advice he nodded, picking out the seeds from his apple core. "Got the seeds and water covered, just hope the land I found, is good." He shared as he placed the seeds aside and finished his apple. "Thanks for the advice." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>27-07-2014, 01:57:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Justine.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Justine Cornett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10185332#msg10185332)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Demeter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outskirts of Camp<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24rd || After lunch<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marcus<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Tanktop, jeans and boots<hr><br>Justine rolled her eyes at his sarcasm, amused with him beyond belief. Sometimes, it was the amusement with pain, with battle that kept a demi-god going. For all the scars they earned by blood, sweat, and tear, they still pressed on. It was a matter of time before someone discovered exactly how to break them- and she prayed it would not be soon. Which reminded her of Percy Jackson for a moment, and she shook her head to clear the thoughts. He would be back... Right? She slid off the rock, approaching Marcus as he picked out the apple seeds.<br><br>Scoffing, she plucked the apple seeds from his palm. <strong>"You have about as much luck of making these grow in the next century as I do of being an amazing sword fighter."</strong> Her eyes slid over his face, standing next to his thighs as she considered the seeds. Justine's lips curved in a teasing smile, nose scrunched up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>27-07-2014, 04:46:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Marcus_Aiden.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Patton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10172885#msg10172885)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Unclaimed<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outskirts of Camp<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 24rd || After lunch<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Justine <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Healthy as a Horse&nbsp; <hr><br>He was disappointed to hear his seeds were not gonna work. There was no point in questioning the person who proved herself capable of controlling plants. What would he grow now? Upon hearing her comment on her sword fighting ability, an idea came to mind. "Alright, I have an offer. You trade me some seeds and I will show you a few tricks with a sword. How does that sound?" Marcus offered what he thought was a very fair trade. <br><br>"Ok do you need to rub it in my poor seed's face? They have feelings you know." Marcus commented on the way her nose scrunched up as she looked at his poor seeds. He was playing off course, but he did find himself looking at her a little longer than he had previously. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 14:42:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Justine.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Justine Cornett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10185332#msg10185332)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Demeter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outskirts of Camp<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24rd || After lunch<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marcus<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Tanktop, jeans and boots<hr><br>The laugh at his offer was not because she though that Marcus, of all people, could not possible teach her sword fighting... Honestly, she avoided that class at all costs. She was <em>not</em> a swordman- er, woman? Daughters of Demeter do not do swords- or atleast she did not. Her skill with a bow was nothing to sneeze at, because really- how many people outside of Apollo's Cabin could hit a writhing snake head?! Justine sat down next to him on the rock, scooting her bum closer to his until their thighs were pressed together so she could perch with him. <strong>"I'm not laughing at you I swear, but more at my dismal ability with a sword! You want me to cut myself so you can harvest my blood... Don't you? Vampire,"</strong> She teased, the joy of their conversation written across her face. <br><br>It was rare that the brunette ever hid her feelings, and she loved that matching wits with Marcus was so entertaining. It was a bit more than entertaining at times, and while he was of the loner type, he seemed to be opening up to her at the very least. Truthfully, she would have offered him help with or without the sword lessons- but it would be interesting to see if he could teach her a thing or two. <strong>"I'll trade you some seeds, whatever you want- I am your's to command... If, you can teach me something, anything, with the sword. Just be ready to kiss it all better if I hurt myself,"</strong> Justine muttered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sheng</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 13:12:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Johan3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johan Andersson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10326099#msg10326099)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Aphrodite<br><strong>Location:</strong> Camp Border. Entering<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24. Around noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing a backpack. <br><br>Johan felt like an idiot. He was standing there looking at a strawberry field with his backpack filled to the brim like he was going hiking. <br><br><em>...past the tree lies the camp.</em> <br><br>His mothers instructions had been clear. More so than her explanation of what lied behind this supposed border, a camp populated by the offspring of gods? It was hard to believe, but somehow she convinced him to pack his things and head off. At the time he realized she had used this.. charmspeak as she called it on him, that he apparently possessed as well, he had already packed his things and left his home.<br><br>&nbsp;This place was lame it suddenly hit him, back in grade school religion classes he'd always seen these great golden gates of Mount Olympus and great wonders of architecture only fit for the eyes of gods. Yet he was standing here by a field? Johan rolled his eyes and started walking towards this tree, just a summer. That was what he promised his godly mother. He cracked a smile, what's the worst it could be? Ton's of godly descendants with crazy god powers? There's probably like, a whole slew of awesome things he could do in that camp and if it sucked? Well it beats chess camp, that's for sure. <br><br>Johan blinked in disbelief, he had walked a few steps past the tree and suddenly the camp was revealed to him. Like a veil being lifted Camp Half-Blood appeared before his eyes and all of a sudden this summer camp didn't seem lame at all. A grand smile on his face he once more let his sunglasses cover his eyes and started to walk forward into the camp. There was certainly fun to be had here. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 18:04:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Mari_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mari Conners (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10190493#msg10190493)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Apollo<br><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Border. Entering<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 24. Around noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Johan Andersson<br><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing, &nbsp;(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=130423063)hair partially pulled up <br><br>Mari walked from the barns, her spirits up and her hair a bit wind blow. Eva had finally gone for a quick flight, her young colt hopping around below them. It was clear the young Pegasus was eager to get up and fly with the rest. It was honestly such a sight to see the winged colt so happy and excited. It would be a memory she held dear as feet cared her away from the stables. Mari smiled and reached up with one hand to smooth her hair down. When suddenly she felt an odd pull towards the edge of camp. Like something was coming that seemed to need her attention? <br><br>Never one to ignore her gut Mari followed the feelings that always seemed to drive her. Turning away from the pavilion and back towards the strawberry fields, each step helped ease the sudden tugging within her, which meant she was no doubt heading in the right direction. <br><br>When she reached them her eyes fell upon someone she hadn't seen before. Johan seemed to have a confidence in his step and large smile on his face. At least he seemed happy to have come upon the camp. Not worried in the least Mari stepped up to him and smiled,<strong> "I see you've found your way to the camp. My names Mari,"</strong> she held out her hand for him to shake, <strong>"Welcome to Camp Halfblood."</strong> Mari said with a smooth confident yet happy voice.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 19:27:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Marcus_Aiden.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Patton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10172885#msg10172885)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Unclaimed<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outskirts of Camp<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 24rd || After lunch<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Justine <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Healthy as a passed out horse&nbsp; <hr><br>Marcus didn't take offense to the laugher, he just watched curiously as she explained her reasons. He simply shrugged and flashed his teeth at her, snapping them when she made claims he was a vampire. "Despite how bloody you seen me...I don't enjoy the taste of blood....but I might bite from time to time." He teased back, his smile breaking spreading across his face. Justine was pressing up against him, was he ready to deep into things? <br><br>"I am sure you can pick up a few things from me..."Marcus turned to face her, going for glory as he leaned in to steal a kiss from her lips! Contact was made, his tongue slid along her mouth as he pressed forward for something deeper before he pulled away. "Olives, this camp seems to have a shortage of olives...how will I make my martinis without the...." Marcus suddenly passed out across her lap, unaware of the danger her lips posed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sheng</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 19:54:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Johan3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johan Andersson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10326099#msg10326099)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Aphrodite<br><strong>Location:</strong> Camp Border. Entering<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24. Around noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Mari<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing a backpack. <br><br>It was as if every step deeper into the camp brought more clarity. Aphrodite, his mothers words had been true. He was a Demi God, and son of the goddess of love. Letting his eyes have free reins they took in everything they could of his new found surroundings, bouncing around the camp freely behind the darkened glass of his sunglasses. First impression of Camp Half-Blood? Good. Lost in his own thoughts he speculated about just how wast this encampment was, and how many more demi gods like him lived here. Walking down a road he could only guess would lead him towards something or someone that could offer him some more information or the like, he wondered why he was taking this so lightly? And he couldn't help but find the feeling of walking the path..natural? <br><br>&nbsp;His trail of thought's was stopped abruptly though. Over the rim of his shades he noticed somebody coming towards him, rather determined even. Finding himself standing face to face with this unknown female stranger he felt the smile broaden further over his lips. First impression of the residents of Camp Half-Blood? Even better. "I didn't know i was expected." He said in an equally confident and eager tone. "Thanks for the welcome. I'm Johan." He added <br><br>Allowing himself to look Mari up and down behind the safety of his glasses, his smile turned into a smirk. Only to rip his gaze off the female after a few seconds and gesture to the immediate area around them. "So where's the rest of the welcome committee, Mari?" <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 05:30:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Mari_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mari Conners (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10190493#msg10190493)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Apollo<br><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Border. Entering<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 24. Around noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Johan Andersson<br><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing, &nbsp;(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=130423063)hair partially pulled up <br><br>Mari laughed a bit and shook her head, <strong>"Not so much expected as I had a feeling. Daughter of Apollo,"</strong> she said wondering if he would understand what that meant. <strong>"I was heading to lunch and I felt a little tug in this direction."</strong> she said shaking his hand before pulling her hand away.<strong> "It’s a pleasure to meet you Johan. I'm guessing you’re a bit tired and want to get settled in?"</strong> she asked before looking over her shoulder and wondering what he was looking at when he suddenly spoke up. <br><br><strong>"It’s only me for now, sorry to disappoint you. Everyone is actually heading towards lunch at the moment."</strong> she mentioned as her head tilted and her eyes looked him over. Mari wasn't sure who his godly parent was just yet, but with some it wasn't really that obvious, <strong>"I can help direct you to what cabin you are in and so forth. Do you happen to know who your godly parent is?"</strong> she asked and then smiled softly, <strong>"I guess that does make me a greeter of some sort. Well hopefully it gives you a good impression of the camp then. I'd hate to have your first day here leave you with a bad memory." </strong>Mari smiled as her hands slipped down to rest on her hips.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sheng</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 13:03:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Johan3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johan Andersson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10326099#msg10326099)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Aphrodite<br><strong>Location:</strong> Camp Border. Entering<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24. Around noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Mari Conners<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing a backpack. <br><br>Johan blinked a bit in surprise behind his glasses, she had stated her godly heritage like it was a job title. The thought was humorous to him and he stood there fighting back the laugh as he saw his own updated business card envisioned in his mind. <br><br><strong>Johan Andersson</strong><br><em>Demi-God and Son of Aphrodie the godess of love and sex</em><br><em>Skilled in Charmspeak and the art of seduction</em><br><em>Call me ;) </em><br><br>He brushed away such nonsensical thoughts for now and returned to the barrage of questions being fired at him. "Tired? Not in the least no. That can wait" He stated with an eager and curious grin. He had stopped his shenanigans with searching for a welcome committee and instead just stood there looking about occasionally, he already liked it here. "Here i was expecting my mother would have sent word in advance." Or, well, he wasn't quite sure what he was expecting, he was expecting for someone to give him some clarity though. "Cabins? Oh, right. My godly parent would happen to be no other than Aphrodite." In all honestly, he was a bit busy taking in the impressions and dealing with his own thought's to come up with witty replies and answers to her questions <br><br>Johan did his best not to give off hints that he was checking Mari out more than just a little bit as they talked, but behind the safety of his glasses and his excellent poker face he was fairly certain he wasn't getting caught. "Well thanks for greeting me then, Mari. I'd say my first impression is great already." Finally deeming he had explored every contour of her clothed body he looked towards the camp. "So, where would you suggest we go next, my cabin, or?" The last sentence of his was coated in a leading and almost invitational tone, yet all Mari would be able to see was a devilish smirk, and the darkened shades hiding his eyes. He'd let her interpreted that however she wanted, although he wasn't planning on actually trying to seduce her, at least for now. He might as well have some fun. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 07:42:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Mari_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mari Conners (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10190493#msg10190493)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Apollo<br><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Border. Entering<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 24. Around noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Johan Andersson<br><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing, &nbsp;(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=130423063)hair partially pulled up <br><br>Mari could tell that Johan was eager and actually happy to be here, perhaps that was why she had been drawn this direction. The energy of the camp had been oddly upset again. Between the new arrivals, the fight between Avery and Ezra, and the buzzing imaginations of everyone around the camp it had been a rather tense few days. Still Mari stood seemingly relaxed as Johan took her and the camp in. <br><strong><br>"Then rest is for later," </strong>she said before shaking her head a bit. The gods weren't known for their attentive loving natures when it came to their children. <strong>"Sorry to disappoint dear."</strong> Mari shrugged her shoulders wondering just how much Johan was expecting when he arrived at camp. Either he would end up greatly disappointed or he would find this way of life refreshing. When mentioned who his mother was Mari smiled, that certainly explained the more upbeat attitude he had. Perhaps he would be a welcoming breath of fresh air to the camp, or an utter frustration to the other boys of the camp...perhaps both. <br><br><strong>"I'm glad it’s started off on the right foot,"</strong> Mari said as the of what his or flickered through her mind. Mari was far from foolish, and she wasn't about to be taken so easily. As she told Dimitri, she would give all of herself to a man that truly wanted her. Though she wasn't sure if any of the boys around the camp would ever really understand what that meant. <strong>"If we stop by the cabins first you may run into one of your siblings already. If not there will be some at the pavilion for sure. The camp has separate cabins and meal tables for each god of the parathion. Makes something a bit more difficult, but finding your siblings is relatively easy."</strong> Mari's body turned as they talked and began walking, <strong>"You can drop you things off at the cabin as well, if you want to that is.</strong>" she said with a soft smile, <strong>"So where did you come from?"</strong> Mari asked seeming genuinely curious about him.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sheng</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 16:33:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Johan3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johan Andersson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10326099#msg10326099)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Aphrodite<br><strong>Location:</strong> Camp Border. Entering<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24. Around noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Mari Conners<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing a backpack. <br><br>"Apology accepted" He said with a playful smirk. "You can make up for the disappointment later." Johan added with a bit of jest in his voice as he fell into step with her, letting her steer him on the right path for wherever they were going. "You could start right now actually. I know literally nothing about this place, except that i'm apparently spending some time here. What's the things to do, the stuff to see? Who's the ones to keep from, and who's the jokers. I mean, in a camp this big filled with <em>demi gods</em> there's bound to be some crazy shit going down all the time. Fill me in, Mari." As she had noticed earlier, Johan seemed to be in a good mood. If he was going to spend some time here, well he might as well get the best out of it. <br><br>Siblings? It hadn't hit him before now that his godly parent could have more offspring. How many half-brothers or sisters did he have? Were they like him, and would they act like family. Had they only just come here like him, and- Johan stopped his trail of thoughts with a little shake of the head. He was thinking too much. Just roll with it, he told himself as he looked over at the female by his side. She seemed like his best bet for getting some more information right now. "Hey Mari? Would you happen to know how many half-siblings i have? If you haven't already guessed my mother didn't exactly overwhelm me with information about anything." <br><br>"Let's go to the cabins i'm itching to get this bag off, not to mention i want to meet my siblings." Johan suggested as they walked. "Where i'm from? Well i seem to have greek ancestry don't i?" He offered with a little chuckle. "But i grew up in Denmark, you know that little Nordic glob above Germany, that isn't Sweden or Norway. What about you, Daughter of Apollo what's your story?" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 22:26:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Mari_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mari Conners (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10190493#msg10190493)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Apollo<br><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Border. Entering<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 24. Around noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Johan Andersson<br><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing, &nbsp;(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=130423063)hair partially pulled up <br><br><br>Mari laughed softly as Johan said he had accepted her apology, he was definitely the confident sort that much was for sure. <strong>"Oh well as long as I can make it up to you."</strong> she teased right back at him. He seemed playful, and as if were someone that could take a joke, which was a plus in her book. It was hard to become someone’s friend when they took things to seriously. <strong>"Ah well things do range from training with most any weapon you wish, too swimming in the lake, or even going for a flight on some of the Pegasus we care for. That is actually where I was just coming from."</strong> Mari nodded knowing she had a bit of a wind blow look to her hair. <strong>"Campers usually get a schedule, but it’s not hard to really make it fit the things you enjoy doing." </strong>she said with a smile, <strong>"Beyond that there is the occasional gathering or party, a quest now and then. Granted we care currently trying to rebuild after what happened her. As for people,"</strong> she shrugged as they walked. <br><br><strong>"I don't like saying this or that person is bad. You can really be the judge of that if you want. I mean we all have certain dispositions or traits we get from our godly parents. Like the Aries kids play a little rougher, the Hephaestus kids are always making something new and amazing, and there may be one or two people I tend to avoid but for the most part we're a decent bunch."</strong> she said with a soft nod, <strong>"Now when it comes to who's good to know, the Dionysus twins girls, Bella and V, they are always good to know. They can get you pretty much anything you want."</strong> she said trying to think of who he'd probably want to know, <strong>"It’s always good to make friends with the Hephy kids as they can make some really great gear. And of course there are you siblings, great bunch normally really sweet and always willing to help.&nbsp; Honestly everyone here has something to offer but I'd keep those bits in mind."</strong> Max said never really having issues getting along with any of the Aphrodite kids. <br><br>Mari thought for a moment and tried to think, <strong>"I haven't counted really, I know you have mostly sisters." </strong>she said with a soft smile, not really sure if he would be ok with that or not. Some of the boys diffidently couldn't handle being in a cabin with so many girls. <strong>"There are actually quite of few of use, though Zeus, Hera, Poseidon and Hades haven’t had nearly as many offspring as the others."</strong> she said knowing there were a great many reasons for that, but it was still a fact. <br><br><strong>"Cabins it then,"</strong> Mari said steering their path towards the Aphrodite cabin. <strong>"Denmark, wow you have come a far way then."</strong> Mari said always curious to know about the world outside there little world. It was so strange to remember that there was a whole world outside this one, but that was probably because Mari had not ventured outside the camp for some time. <strong>"Sorry I'm so used to having my father partly define who I am I've just started introducing it as well. I am from New York, well sort of. I was in a hospital there for years, people thinking there is something wrong with me because of the whole visions thing.</strong>" Mari said not really feeling ashamed of it, after all it wasn't like she had actually been losing her mind. Mortals simply feared what they didn't understand, and chose to lock her away. "<strong>After that I was alone in the city for a while, got mixed up with some bad people until Rose found me.&nbsp; Rose realized the truth about me and helped pull me back together before bringing me here."</strong> Mari shared the cliff notes of her story not seeming shy about it in the least, <strong>"Been here ever since."</strong> she smiled as they made their way over to the cabins.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sheng</strong> on <strong>09-08-2014, 21:57:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Johan3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johan Andersson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10326099#msg10326099)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Aphrodite<br><strong>Location:</strong> Camp Border. Entering<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24. Around noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Mari Conners<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing a backpack and Sunglasses.<br><br>Training with weapons? Johan wasn't quite sure what he initially was expecting from the camp but weapons training certainly wasn't very high on the list. Of course he had heard of the battles with titans and great creatures from mythology, but those creatures must be long gone by now or at least contained by the gods or something like that. "Pegasus?" He suddenly asked almost involuntarily. It just kind of blurted out of his mouth. "You mean like, Actual flying horses. As in you have flying horses here, in the camp?" Realizing his sudden outbreak Johan glanced away from Mari, as awesome as this place seemed this far he certainly weren't a fan of not knowing a whole lot about it. It made him feel stupid, not to mention it made him feel like a little naive child. After a few breaths Johan looked back at Mari from behind the shades "What about the godly heritage or what you call it. Is there training for that?"<br><br>With the cabin starting to come into view he couldn't help but feel really out of place. With his filled to the brim backpack and his continuous glancing about, Johan just felt alien to this place. "Dionysus?" Why hadn't he listened some more in history class he practically knew nothing about the gods apart from the big three: Zeus, Hades and Poseidon. "What's he the god of?" Silence fell upon his lips for a few seconds. "..And anything i want... It does sound like it would be good to know those two." With a little laugh Johan flashed a big smile. "You might have to introduce me to them after i've settled in." <br><br>It didn't really come as a shock to him that his new found sibling would be mostly female, it was Aphrodite that was their shared parent after all. It isn't hard to believe that the goddess of love and sex would produce mostly female offspring. Walking beside Mari a thought crept into his mind. "Wait a second.. You said the gods had a cabin each?" With the realization that he might have to spend his time living with how ever many sisters he had dawning upon him, the uncertainty of whether or not this was a good thing followed. "So.. that means I'm sharing a cabin with the daughters of Aphrodite?" It'd be hard for most to analyze what his tone of voice was leaning towards. A good bet would be a healthy mix of a lot of conflicting emotions.<br><br>Johan offered her a little shrug. "Denmark is a fair bit away from here. Nothing too bad though, plane was nice and all so it didn't feel like traveling across the globe." In all honesty he had wanted to go to America for quite some time, he just never really had the reason or the extra cash. He had never quite expected his first trip overseas to be like this though. "Must have been rough, but it must have been even better coming here, no? I mean like going from people thinking you're crazy, and being pushed away all the time. Then coming here and you're.. normal? No offense." Nearing the cabins he shifted his gaze from Mari to the structures. "Good thing you stumbled upon that Rose lady, huh? She lives here as well?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLostCastor</strong> on <strong>17-08-2014, 23:57:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.prestigedumonde.com/uploads/1/2/1/8/12183267/4424512_orig.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Elias Neighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10388159#msg10388159)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Apollo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Countryside near outskirts, Camp border<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24th, 5:45p.m.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Appears exhausted, passed out, badly burned, may have got in a fight with an ashpile. Covered in gold dust.<br><br><br><br><br><em>Two hundred yards.</em><br><br>No more, no less. It might as well have been a thousand. Elias couldn’t stop his sides from heaving, his body covered in a thick sheen of sweat. His face was buried in the grass, eyes peeking from between the stalks like drops of honey as his form quakes from exertion. There was no way he would make it. His nose twitches a few times.<br><br>Maybe just a few more feet though. The smell of burnt flesh and sweat wasn’t one he was fond of. If not for his mind’s ignorance to the extent of his wounds…his body wouldn’t have been functional at all. He could tell, just by the scent, that he had some third degree burns. If not worse….<br><br>His eyes fix upon his left pinky, which had taken on the most frightening tone of silver…and all on his birthday. He had been sure, the moment he got off the plane two days ago that this monumental even would be marked by parades and confetti at his new home! Camp Halfblood! But, fate seemed to intend for him to celebrate it in the jaws of…<br><br>The crack of leathery wings fill the air, the slim green form of a dragon taking flight out of the nearby corpse of trees. Steam curled from his nostrils, his eyes two beady black orbs of hatred. Python. The dragon Apollo had so mercilously slain in his youth…<br><br>Come to kill his son on his birthday. How ironic. Elias’s mind sends his torched fingers the idea of plucking a string on the lyre strapped to his black, but the digits barely manage a twitch in response. Yes, troubling indeed. The youth decides it won’t matter if he dies though, how grossly burned it was. And if by some chance he survived….well, he could work with burns.<br><br>With a groan, albeit a quiet one, as to not alert the winged devil of his continued survival, Elias rises to his knees, looking about for a way to climb that next rise…and hopefully cross the border. If he could just get inside…<br><br>His legs begin to move, the entire frame of his being trembling from the effort. He could do this. Just a few more steps. Maybe it would be over soon…His golden eyes cast upwards, fixing on the sparkling green of the shimmering dragon. He nods his head once to affirm himself. He would not die here. He owed too many people too much for that.<br><br>He would fix the damage he had caused. And, with the statement clear to himself, Elias begins to run. Maddeningly fast, the roar of the dragon thundering through his ears as the wave of sound crashes over him. With the shock ridden slowness of his thick fingers, Elias jerks the lyre off his back, the shining gold of the instrument comforting even in these last few moments before death.<br><br>“Dad, if ever there was a time to not be an absentee parent…now would be that time!” He shouts, the roar of wind filling his ears to match the deep panting of his breathing. With a loud shout of his own, as if to make such a noise would defy the dragon, Elias turns, slides to his knees, and looks upward. His eyes lock on the maw of the beast, seeing the boiling rage of fire wash across the blood stained maw.<br><br>Thin chords fill the air, becoming more numerous by the second as his fingers move without direction. The blessing of Apollo…his dad was actually having mercy upon him? Now!? Of all times, he decided he would not let his son fall to the creature! After two days and nights solid of being hunted across the country side!<br><br>The distaste in his soul never reaches his mouth though, as the fire the dragon was preparing to unleash continues to build and shimmer, the beady eyes screaming murder at the kneeling form of the boy it was closing in on.<br><br>Elias hoped his father knew what he was doing…<br><br>His fingers begin moving faster, shimmering with a golden heat. He could feel the air around him heating up, giving off the impression of mirage forming….<br><br>The dragon roars, his signature breath of fire pouring from between the spread jaws, the heat alone was stifling, but still Elias plays, not of his own will, but of some outside force acting upon him…The fire was getting closer and closer, the jet of flame nearly licking his face…<br><br><em>It stopped.</em><br><br>The nearest tongue turns back and begins crawling back to it’s source, the malicious orange seeming to turn solid gold as musical notes continue to fill the air. Whatever in the divine will of the gods was going on, it was WORKING!<br><br>His scorched fingers pluck faster and faster, becoming a blur upon the neck of the lyre as they struggle to match the inhuman speeds demanded of them…The dragon turns, mere feet from the ground as his great wings snap open to slow his dive.<br><br><em>ROAR!</em><br><br>The thunderclap of noise hits Elias’s ears like a cannon, drawing blood to his ears from the damage to his ear drums. His head was blooming with pain, his eyes seeing dancing spots matching the sight of fire behaving as it had never done before…<br><br>It was crawling back down Python’s throat. The flame was white hot…of course, it came from a DRAGON. And the smell of burn flesh became even more prominent as gold dust begins to run off the massive beast, his bead black eyes seeming to take a last look at Elias, as though to lock him into memory.<br><br>The youth had no doubt he had made a very scaly enemy this day. But who the hell cared? He was alive. Python was slumped over in the grass, his flanks thankfully still. The beast no longer drew breath…and his form was rolling with golden steam, his body disintegrating before Elias’s very eyes.<br><br>If only he could get a trophy…<br><br>But his eyes were already growing cloudy, his fingers barely plucking the strings of the lyre as whatever magic had been there moments ago faded to nothingness. He couldn’t feel his fingers. His entire body was throbbing with pain…<br><br><em>The border is so close…</em><br><br>He attempts to rise once more, his tshirt soaked with sweat, ash, and burned to a toasty crisp from the day’s events. He manages to get his knees out from under him, then slumps face first into the grass. <br><br><em>This was going to be humiliating if he lived long enough to see it out…</em><br><br>Elias puts one of his tingling silver fingers in front of the other, then heaves, his mouth open in a not so silent scream of pain at the feeling of his abdomen sliding over the coarse grass. His eyes shut, his breath coming in great pants from between his lips as the pain settles in.<br><br><em>Alright then. That was how it was going to be.</em><br><br>He throws his right hand forward once more…and heaves. His left hand tightens around the lyre as a fresh scream comes forth. It wasn’t so bad really, it just felt like he was being impaled. His honey eyes water, streaming fresh salty droplets to run down the blackened soot stained face. The boy didn’t even want to imagine how crispy his hair was…if there was any left.<br><br><em>Those were matters for the living though…</em><br><br><em>Heave.</em><br><br>Elias finally reaches the top of the hillock, pulling himself through a sparse layer of leaves that seemed to be invisibly separated from the grass. One more heave. One more and he was across the line. He could almost see the mist shimmering in the hot summer air…or maybe that was just his vision going. Shock was setting in. He couldn’t feel his lower half anymore. His feet were dead against the ground.<br><br><em>Heave.</em><br><br>The youth crosses the border, then slumps with finality, his breaths reduced to shallow pants as his body struggles to deal with the damage wracked upon it from the fire. His left hand continues to grasp the lyre, albeit in a death grip as his fingers have seized.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Camp Borders/Outskirts (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-08-2014, 08:55:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Marcus6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Patton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10172885#msg10172885)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Unclaimed<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outskirts of Camp<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 24th || 6pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elias<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Healthy as a Horse&nbsp; <hr><br>The transition between watches and around dinner time was not the best time to cross into the safety of the Camp. Luckily for Elias, Marcus was on his way to dinner himself that day when he spotted his crumpled form. Instead of leaving him to the elements, like some other campers might have. <br><br>"Welcome to Camp." Marcus said dryly, feeling a slight connection with the guy, since he had arrived in worse condition himself. The lit cigarette was placed to his lips as he bent down and easily tossed the injured demigod over his shoulder. It was quite a hike to the infirmary but nothing too inconvenient. <br><br><div align="center"><em>-Continued in the infirmary- </em></div>
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