Camp Half-Blood: The Big House & The Infirmary (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Camp Half-Blood: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariel</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 05:39:56</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120914202701/olympians/images/d/d4/Big_House_GN.jpg)<br><br>Contrary to popular belief, the Big House isn't that big. In comparison to the cabins, it's only half a cabin bigger. The Big House is the home of Mr. D and Chiron, who sleep in separate rooms on opposite sides of the hall. They are often found sitting outside, on the patio, or wandering around the camp. In case of emergencies, you should come here first if you want to find either of them.<br><br>Inside the house, serving as the main room, is the infirmary. Much like a hospital, cots are lined up, with ten set up and more waiting in the closet if needed. The drawers and cabins are jam-packed with ambrosia and nectar, bandages, pills, everything you can think of. Recently, Chiron was able to get some morphine for Rachel Elizabeth Dare, in case she needed it.<br><br>Speaking of, the attic is where the Oracle of Delphi sleeps. It has been entirely renovated, mostly vacant of the decaying smell of the corpse who lived there before it. Rachel has painted the walls pink and set it up to feel at home and can be found staring out at the camp through her window. She is free to come and go but she chooses to stay in the Big House, to avoid disrupting the camp. She should not be bothered unless you're looking for a prophecy. To obtain a prophecy, you first need a quest. All quest requests must be approved by Ariel.<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: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 10:27:36</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> Camp Halfblood Infirmary <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 21st - 4ish pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Justine <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Battered and bruised <hr><br>Marcus woke up suddenly, his body on high alert! A golden spear formed in his hand as he shot up and rolled off his bed with a graceful drop. For a moment he didn't know where he was, last time he had lost track of time and himself, he had almost been cooked in a cyclops's stew! He was in a hospital? Marcus looked around, starting to recall glimpses of the morning. The ambush at the gates, the treeline as he was carried. He saw flashes of two women helping him, mumbling something about Ares, of Zues, their panicking faces. <br><br>His shirt was gone, his body wrapped in bandages. The wound in his shoulder had been stitched up. Nobody else was around after a quick search of the area(Conveniently placing Lorelei out of the scene). He did find a cake looking bar, it looked like carrot cake, his favorite. Typically he would have not taken food he didn't know anything about, but he was starving. As he peeled the wrapper off, he took a bite and felt like his mouth was, like it was, he didn't know how to explain it,&nbsp; but it was the most savoriest piece of cake he had ever had in is life! (Ambrosia) <br><br>He was still a little hungry but the cake was doing something inside of him, making him feel a little queasy. This was the camp? This was the place he had struggled, clawed and fought for the past three years to find? Why was he uncertain about going out there, what would he find? As he took those few steps out he found his cigarette case on a nearby table. Reclaiming it as he stepped outside and took in the sights, he was more confused the ever. Kids in armor running around with shields an swords. He could see some mountain looking thing being climbed. Some rivers, some cabins, this was it? This was worth dying for? <br><br>Marcus took a seat right outside the infirmary and lit up a cigarette, drawing deeply from it as he tried to make sense at what he was seeing. "This was it...three years for this..." He spoke to no one in particular, perhaps his father, the son of a bitch who taken away everything from him and left only questions and anger in its wake. The smoke escaped his nostrils as he sat with his back to the wall, his spear still in hand in case he found himself in need of it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 13:07:46</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> Camp Halfblood Infirmary<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21st || 1600 or so<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marcus<br><strong>Notes:</strong> -<hr><br>Dreams are a funny thing, they occur in all stages of sleep- like Morpheus lays in wait all day to fuck with your brain until you wake 'X' amount of hours later. Some people never remember even a sliver of their night visions, chalking it up to the fact that they never dreamed. Others bet that they were having premonitions of what would be, or had been. Justine just wished that she did not have the nightmares. Not everyone is born to destroy, to spill blood enough to bath the fields in gore. Being a daughter of Demeter, you would think that growing and letting the plants wither away in accord with the seasons would be their only 'power.' For the brunette, she was a killer mostly by accident. The choking deaths, their skin blistered and nerves shot from inhaling her toxins- those where the dreams she dreaded nightly. <br><br>For a moment, there was blissful peace- the muffled hum of shouts and calls from the campers outside. The calm haze of coming to dulled the fear and anxiety her dreams instilled. Sometimes, she never remembered the images, but knew the well of emotions where caused by them. Behind her eyelids, her grey eyes flickered back and forth, trying to hold onto the last remnants of rest. Try as she might, her body was in instant awake mode. Perhaps being born of a mortal parent and a goddess, Justine would never know the lazy days in bed. Demi-gods were built to fear for their lives, and wake ready to do battle the moment their eyes opened.<br><br>Now was a good time as any to stop pretending she could continue to fight to stay under Morpheus' heavy cloak of night. Distantly, she knew acknowledged she was waiting for something- or someone. This new camper, an unclaimed one at that, based on his merits- he could give any of them a run for their money as untrained as he was. Well, Justine assumed he was untrained. A son of Zeus, or others, he was impressive to behold beneath the film of blood and gore (mostly his). Her eyelids shot open to let in the unfiltered afternoon sun through the windows. It was something to behold, the camp and its perfect weather and glorious sunlight. Apollo had to be having a smug chuckle about it, she was sure. Her plants appreciated it though.<br><br>Her attention shifted, noting the empty bed speckled with dark- mostly dry- blood. Up and moving around already? Not only was he impressive, he was deadset on killing himself. Unable to tell if Lorelei had fixed an antidote or not, she rolled to her feet in a motion that was less human and more animal. You ever heard that saying, 'muscles in places they shouldn't have'? Justine was use to it. Demigods came programmed with the genetics for perfection. Honestly, after seeing some people- she was not that sure. Some people just did not fit into their Cabin stereotype. In any case, she came up short in the infirmary doorway- smelling smoke with no fire.<br><br>Justine looked down at him, her eyes roving over the bandages- appreciating the broad shoulders and naked chest for a moment. Leaning against the door frame, her back braced against it as she angled her body in a way that she wouldn't completely slide down and collapse into an inelegant heap. He clutched at a shiny gold spear that had her curious where he had gotten it. Her eyes focused on the spear, pointing should he not get the picture. <strong>"You won't need that here. Camp Halfblood has border guards, and should something get through... We might as well pray to the gods we're dead anyway."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 02:42:42</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> Camp Halfblood Infirmary <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 21st - 4ish pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Justine <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Battered and bruised <hr><br>Never had a cigarette felt so good in his entire life. In truth it was the ambrosia he had just eaten but he was blissfully unaware of that fact as he took another drag from his diminishing smoke. He held it in for a little longer, attempting to ease the ache of rapid repair going on from the ambrosia's healing effects. Eyes opened, refocusing on the sights before him. Same questions coming to mind, interrupted by a familiar voice. <br><br>Marcus turned, the smoke blown out to the side to prevent it from wafting towards her. "Camp Halfblood...The founders put more effort in hiding than naming it." He replied, as he took the golden spear and allowed it to vanish into thin air. A golden gladius took its place, sheath and all. "You are one of them aren't you? You pissed off that Chimera you know." Marcus shared as he laid the new weapon across his lap before offering her a cigarette from his case. "What keeps this place so protected? Walls fall, it is inevitable." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 10:32:24</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> Camp Halfblood Infirmary<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21st || 1600 or so<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marcus<br><strong>Notes:</strong> -<hr><br>She picked up a cigarette with nimble fingers, rolling it over and over in the long digits- feeling the smooth paper catch on the callouses from drawing back her bow string constantly. Being a daughter of a Goddess that grew things, she sometimes used her talents to grow things for a side business. Of course, her words were not really for her companion, <strong>"I grow better than this..."</strong> Justine had practice schooling her features to mask the surprise- and other emotions- in camp, in order to deal with the morons that worked the Border with her. The brunette had never had to do it in response to such a rare display of ability. Her thoughts on his parentage had her making a check mark next to all of the Gods that loved weapons, especially those that loved war. Though, he could have been claimed before he arrived in camp. Only one way to find out...<br><br><strong>"We're all children of Gods, or Goddesses, here but none of us are the founders. Apparently they're (our parents) not as clever with naming as they are with fucking,"</strong> Justine murmured the last part with a bit of scorn, sharing Percy's idea that their godly parents were slacking on their acceptance of all the halfbloods running around. Sliding down the wall on the other side of the doorway, she curled her legs up Indian style. <strong>"Chimera's are less lethal blind, but just as angry. Think about if it could have seen you really well. It wouldn't have just punctured your shoulder- you'd be a smear on the road."</strong> Twisting her hair around her fingers, she braided its multicolored strands into a tamed coil. <br><br>Justine took a breath, leaning her head back against the wall. Shaking her head, she tilted her head until she could see him. He didn't know a thing about this camp, let alone why he was here. <strong>"You wouldn't believe me if I told you what guarded these borders, and why we're safer in here than we are out there..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 15:20:56</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> Camp Halfblood Infirmary <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 21st - 4ish pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Justine <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Battered and bruised <hr><br>Marcus cocked his head and rose a brow at Justine's comment. "I'll keep that in mind." He actually cracked a smile, even if it was for a brief second. If he was ever in the mood for something beside a smoke, he could look her up. <br><br>"Shit, the egos running around this place must be ridiculous then, sounds like fun." Marcus commented, revealing that same sarcastic tone he had used earlier when he had stumbled passed the camp's gates. He waved off the Chimera with his hand, fanning away some of the smoke around him as well. "Bastard caught me on a bad day, those fuckers hardly scare me anymore." Marcus found himself admitting with a shrug of his shoulders.<br><br>"Oh thanks for that by the way, last time I passed out after a fight I was almost a cyclops's dinner. I'm Marcus by the way." He finally introduced himself as he snubbed out his cigarette and tucked it behind his ear to dispose of later. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 10:47:39</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> Camp Halfblood Infirmary<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21st || 1600 or so<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marcus<br><strong>Notes:</strong> -<hr><br>His smile was brilliant, the barest curve of it changing him into someone that had not seen the battles that created those old scars, and new ones, on his flesh. When it was gone, she realized she was tempted to say something to bring it back. <br><br>It was interesting to hear him take, the sarcastic tone hiding the fact that he was an accomplished warrior. Not just anyone defeats a Chimera, even with the hail of arrows peppering the tough hide. Not just anyone dismisses fighting a cyclops- unless they know how to keep their self alive.<br><br><em>"I'm Marcus by the way."</em><br><br>She abandoned the pretense of doing anything with the cigarette, and reached a slender, tanned hand. Her smile was welcoming, but the mischievous gleam in her eyes wasn't just friendly. <strong>"Justine Cornett, Head Counselor of the Demeter Cabin. Nice to meet you, Marcus."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 22:38:15</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> Camp Halfblood Infirmary <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 21st - 4ish pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Justine <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Battered and bruised <hr><br>Marcus took her hand in a shake, the inside of his palm all calloused from years of handling a sword and spear. "Head Counselor? What does that mean? You run the show around here?" He asked as he turned his attention back out towards the throng of campers moving about from one place to another. Dinner time was coming up but Marcus didn't know that. <br><br>"So what's the point of all of this? **Mr. Peters, told me about this place...before he died." Marcus felt his throat tighten as he swallowed. He attempted to ignore the emotion as he lit up another cigarette, anything to keep his mind from thinking about the man he loved more than whoever his father was. "I've been looking for this place for three years...and now that I am here...now what?" <br><br><hr>**Mr Peters - was a older satyr who trained younger satyr. Was also responsible for bringing in a few dozen or so demigods. Whether she knows him or not is up to you. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>midnight diamond</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 14:46:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Mariam1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mariam Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10253399#msg10253399)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Demeter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Camp Halfblood Infirmary<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 21st 4pm-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Justine, Marcus<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Bright and bubbly; hair still damp from showering after sword practice; wearing green leggings, purple ribbed tank top, black flipflops<br><hr><br>Mariam jogged across the grass towards the infirmary, reaching the bottom step of the porch just as the new arrival finished speaking. Her nose wrinkled a bit at the smell of cigarette smoke, but he'd been through a lot, so she didn't begrudge him whatever satisfaction he drew from sucking in poison. "Now, you can relax a bit. Recover from your injuries and get to know your fellow campers. Think of it as a vacation from the constant battlefield of life. Right, Jus?" she answered, butting into the conversation as she jogged up the steps to the infirmary. She did that a lot; it irritated some, but most of the time the wide smile on her face--which she flashed to the new camper--lessened the irritation. She never knew what effect her interruptions had with Justine until her sister spoke, though. Sometimes she was okay with it, sometimes she wasn't. It didn't matter, though. Justine could be prickly, but Mariam didn't mind. She loved her anyway.<br><br>Sticking out a hand towards Marcus, she introduced herself, "Hi, I'm Mariam, Justine's sister. Welcome to Camp Halfblood. How are you feeling?" she asked, glancing at Justine to include her in the question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>15-07-2014, 13:24:07</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> Camp Halfblood Infirmary<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21st || 1615<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marcus, Mariam<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Amused<hr><br>The feeling of his hand in her's was fleeting, and she could not help the mildly dirty thoughts those calloused hands could help her complete. All ideas vanished with his admission about the death of someone who, though not dear to her, was- or had been- a strong supporter of bringing all demi-gods to the safety and sanctuary of Camp Halfblood. Justine struggled to find adequate words to express her regret, knowing that death of someone that cared was even more difficult to let go of. There were more than enough memories she wished she could let go of, and turned back to speak to him. Or would have, barring the bubbly voice (and body) that bounced into view.<br><br>It was hard to miss Mariam, mostly for her personality and half from her ability to interrupt at the worst times. Flattening a hand over her face, she rubbed across it as if she would like nothing better than to strangle her half-sister. She closed her tongue between her lips and begged the gods for patience. Today, she was short on sleep and the ability to deal with the curly haired Demeter girl having barely woken- and without dinner. <strong>"Ahh, my <em>half</em>-sister. I'm not in charge of the camp, just the Demeter Cabin, and this one along with a few others. I keep them in line,"</strong> Justine winked, sobering for a moment as she watched him puff away on a cigarette when he already had one behind his ear.<br><br><strong>"Mr. Peters believed that we, as half-gods, needed a safe place. That is here for those of us that make it, so we can fight back and keep the ones we care about safe. I, or we, can take you to the Pavilion for dinner if you're hungry..."</strong> The daughter of Demeter offered, smiling at Mariam- because as often as she wanted to strange her younger sibling, she was just as loyal and happy to have her around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>15-07-2014, 20:37:15</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> Camp Halfblood Infirmary <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 21st - 4ish pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Justine and Mariam <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Battered, bruised,confused and getting pissed off <hr><br>A Vacation, he almost wanted to scoff at the mere idea. He was so ingrained this was only for a day or two before his next monster encounter he was surprised how sincere the young woman sounded. "Ummm Hai..." Marcus greeted her, listening to Justine speak about her sister and the others who ran their cabins in the camp. <br><br>Returning to Mariam's question, he patted his bandages and noticed they had stopped aching and throbbing. The patch along his chest was removed to check the puncture wound. "What the fuck..." He mumbled, the cigarette falling out of his mouth between his legs. "Who healed me..." He asked no one in particular, the puncture wound had closed up, the skin looked pink and tender but it was clear his body was on a rapid recovery. He scraped some of the venom residue from his skin with his finger nail and tasted it. <br><br>"I am dreaming right...this isn't real..." Marcus found himself grabbing his sword and rolled a few feet away, springing up to his feet, ready to cut the two of them down. The camp he could buy, the other kids, but healing like he had? This was a trap! Another fucking trap. "Who the fuck are you really!" He demanded all of a sudden, the golden sword drawn from its hilt and cast aside. The free hand began to pull away at his bandages, the horrible road rash healing up nicely, the cuts from his encounter from the Chimera earlier little feint lines that would leave their scars far quicker than what he was used too. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>midnight diamond</strong> on <strong>15-07-2014, 23:31:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Mariam1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mariam Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10253399#msg10253399)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Demeter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Camp Halfblood Infirmary<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 21st 4pm-ish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Justine, Marcus<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Bright and bubbly; hair still damp from showering after sword practice; wearing green leggings, purple ribbed tank top, black flipflops<br><hr><br>Mariam rolled her eyes as Justine stressed that they were <em>half</em> sisters. She let it go, though, because she knew it really wasn't an issue. Mariam tended not to let small digs like that affect her. At least, not from her own sister. The fact that they only had one parent in common was a non-issue to her. If a camper resided within Demeter's cabin, they were family, and that was that. It was that simple for her. She held no resentment towards Demeter, although she knew Justine and a number of her other brothers and sisters did. Sure, it would have been nice to have grown up knowing her mother, but Mariam was sensible enough to realize that a Goddess just wasn't able to do that. "You <em>try</em>," she teased back, "and mostly succeed. But only because everyone else is afraid of you. You don't scare me, though." Mariam grinned at Justine, entirely unrepentant, and tossed damp hair over her shoulder as she focused her attention back on Marcus.<br><br>She watched Marcus check his bandages, and growing increasingly agitated as he did. So when a sword appeared in his hand, Mariam started slightly, glancing briefly at Justine. "Hey, whoa!" she exclaimed, holding up both hands in a placating gesture in spite of her first instinct to fall into battle mode. Damn her Goddess-given fight-or-flight mode anyway. "Take it easy, Marcus. You are <em>not</em> dreaming," she said firmly, "and it <em>is</em> real. I'm Mariam, that's Justine, and you really are here.<br><br>Tell me something," she said quickly, "when you woke up, was there food waiting for you? Cake or cookies or something that is your absolute favourite?" She studied him, and went on, "If there was--and judging by the bandages, there probably was--that's called ambrosia. It's the food of the Gods, and it heals us when we eat it. That's all that happened, I swear. Now why don't you put the sword away and we can go to the Pavilion to get some dinner, like Justine suggested." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 13:32:36</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> Camp Halfblood Infirmary<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21st || 1615<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marcus, Mariam<br><strong>Notes:</strong> On high alert<hr><br>She smiled wryly at her curled haired half-sister, making a note to give her a good thwack or two to show her was 'boss' at another time. It is impossible to avoid fighting like cats and dogs with a sibling, but Justine was use to it. Oldest atleast in mentality, and Head Counselor, she got use to being maybe types of sister, parent (ish) and such. It was a fun existence to live within the safety of Camp Half-blood. Now if only they could sort of the random monsters coming through, she would have less to worry about on border duty.<br><br>The ring of metal had her on her feet, hands curling for the bow she had abandoned next to her post-watch and frantic healing session with Lorelei. Truthfully, he was almost close enough she could have tried to poison him, but she did not want to risk Mariam with a wayward toss of lethal powder. Justine held her hands up, showing the empty, tanned palms to Marcus. Her sister was better at the talking down an armed opponent, she was not. Frankly, she was still tired and hungry enough to eat two or three plates of food, even if it put her girlish figure at risk. Her lips twisted into a smile, <strong>"If we wanted you dead, Marcus... I would have left that Chimera to eat you at the border. I still have to check to see if your arsenal is well equipped or not..."</strong> Even facing a man that was confused, she couldn't help it. It was a bad trait to be cheeky...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-07-2014, 02:48:16</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> Camp Halfblood Infirmary <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 21st - 4ish pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Justine and Mariam <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Battered, bruised,confused and getting pissed off <hr><br>Marcus's eyes hardened, concealing the wounded animal that stood before the two. His head was starting to throb, trying to make sense of it all. His fist tightened around the sword as he drew a deep breath. It was not a dream, it was real. He looked at the two, nodding at Mariam. "It was carrot cake...It was the best thing I ever ate..." Marcus confirmed, the sword starting to lower as he eyed his arms and chest again. He was filthy, but the wounds were pink where scabs should have formed. Weeks of healing in mere hours? <br><br>His attention snapped to Justine. "Well equipped...you want to see well equipped." He tossed the sword down and summoned a spear that crackled with lightening before tossing it down onto the wooden floor. A shield, another sword. His arsenal discarded and vanishing from sight as quickly as he created them. With his hands off the weapons he felt himself calm down. He hunched down at the waist, catching his breath. "I'm still tired..." He rested his hands on his knees. <br><br>He had more to say but checked himself. "That Chimera was not going to eat me." Marcus said matter of factually, revealing for a brief moment, a little bit of cockiness to him. He straightened up and looked at the two. "I feel like an ass now, I could really use a shower and a change of clothes. Take it easy on me...it's my first day." That little tone returned to his voice, similar to Justine's cheek. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>midnight diamond</strong> on <strong>18-07-2014, 17:00:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Mariam1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mariam Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10253399#msg10253399)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Demeter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Camp Halfblood Infirmary<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 21st 4:20pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Justine, Marcus<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Bright and bubbly; hair still damp from showering after sword practice; wearing green leggings, purple ribbed tank top, black flipflops<br><hr><br>Mariam watched Marcus, her eyes jumping from his face to his sword hand to his feet and everywhere in between. If he was going to try and attack, she wanted to be ready to defend herself, or at least jump out of the way. His answer, when it came, widened her smile and she nodded, her curls bouncing against her shoulders with the movement. "Ambrosia," she confirmed, "mine usually takes the form of chocolate pie. It's delicious. We--" she broke off and rolled her eyes a bit as Justine spoke, biting her tongue to hold back a retort. A moment later, she was glad she did, as she watched Marcus demonstrate one of his powers.<br><br>"Impressive," she murmured, her brows arching slightly at the display. It made her wonder just which god or goddess was responsible for his creation. She suspected it might be Ares, but one could never be sure until the camper was claimed. If they ever were. Stepping forward again as he bent to catch his breath, Mariam set her hand on his shoulder, slight concern filling her eyes even though she knew the ambrosia was still working its magic on him. "The ambrosia will take care of that. It will just take a little time; your injuries were pretty serious."<br><br>Glancing at Justine, Mariam couldn't help the grin that formed, or the laugh that bubbled over her lips at their exchange. "Of course not," she answered, her lips twitching and her eyes dancing, "and don't worry. We'll try not to hold that against you. Much." Laughter still in her voice, she gave her head a slight shake. "Come on. You'll be staying with the Hermes kids for now, at least until you're claimed. We'll get you some clean clothes and a shower and by the time you're settled into your cabin, it should be time for dinner."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 01:39:00</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> Camp Halfblood Infirmary<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21st || 1615<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marcus, Mariam<br><strong>Notes:</strong>Smug<hr><br>Fortunately for her and Mariam, Marcus seemed to miss her blatant sexual reference (she was still blaming Lorelei for entertaining the thought). His skill, while semi-injured and healing, was so far past impressive she did not really have a word for it. The gold weapons came without strain and disappeared when his hands left them to brace himself resting on his slightly bent knees. Her lips curved in a smile and shrugged her shoulder at her sister, letting Mariam baby the unclaimed camper. She ran her fingertips through her hair and waited for him to make a decision.<br><br>He was resilient, she would give him that. It was interesting to find someone of his caliber still unclaimed- even if she was sure it was a god of war spawn. Sometimes... It was obvious and others it was not. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 03:07:39</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> Camp Halfblood Infirmary <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 21st - 4ish pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Justine and Mariam <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Battered, bruised and a little embarrassed <hr><br>"No worse then a nicked cheek after a shave..." Marcus replied to Mariam's assessment of his injuries as he slowly composed himself. The scars across his chest, shoulders would tell a different story. He was not marked up to the point of being disfigured, it was just very clear he had fought quite a few battles. Eventually he was able to stand up again, hands unsure where to go as he patted himself down. Clothes, yes he needed clothes. He didn't know who the Hermes kids were, but it elicited the same response he would have given in a similar situation. "...joy..." <br><br>"Alright...lead the way and I'll take a cliff notes of this place if you have them." Marcus didn't have any possessions but the few clothes in his saddle bags. The bike was the farthest thing from his mind at that moment. "Clothes sounds good, I was about to ask you two to strip down so we match." He said as he climbed down the small cabin/Greek temple hybrid building, waiting to be led to their next destination. <br><br><em>(You guys don't actually have to give out all the details IC, you can "fade them" in your post since it is a lot of info. He'll pick it up in a few days.) </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 09:26:27</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> Camp Halfblood Infirmary<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21st || 1615<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marcus, Mariam<br><strong>Notes:</strong>Smug<hr><br>The daughter of Demeter lived to throw people off their game and did it in the most inappropriate and over the top methods. As always her approach to the situation was just a touch more than necessary, especially since she felt a particular kinship with Marcus. Justine had never been a healer, so to save a life? It was exhilarating. She stepped over, slipping her arm around his- her deft, tan fingers wrapping lightly over his bicep. Leading him down the path toward the ring of cabins, she grinned over her shoulder at Mariam with a little wink. <strong>”This way… You’ll learn to love your Hermes brethren- eventually. I’m going to hazard a guess you’re strong enough to take a shower alone. Though it wouldn’t be any fun for us if we stripped out of our clothes to match- I would hate to be disappointed for our first time.”<br></strong><div class="floatright">(http://www.fanbolt.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/20120622-ricky-whittle.jpg)</div><br>At almost five, the Hermes’ cabin was bustling with activity. It was close to dinner time, and as usual with so many unclaimed campers, they were gathering to sort themselves out. Justine to a moment to introduce Marcus to a few of the campers scurrying around, promising to come to come find him later to make sure he was settling in okay. One of them stepping up to the trio of Demeter sisters and Marcus, sticking out his hand as the girls left them to their own devices, “Seth, I’m unclaimed as well. Dinner is pretty soon, so we’ll get you mostly sorted with some clothes and a shower before then.” The kid tossed Marcus a towel as they stepped into the bathroom and its line of showers, dropping a pile of clothing he’d wrangled from the rest of the male Hermes campers. There was a little amusement in his voice, and a healthy dose of respect before he shuffled out the head door, “You hang with Justine? Props man… She’s not usually part of the welcoming committee for new campers."<br><br><em>(Any continuation for this can go to the Cabin thread.)</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-08-2014, 09:05:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Marcus6.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/LoreleiNPC.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 || 6:15pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elias, Lorelei (Npc)<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Healthy as a Horse&nbsp; <hr><br>The unnamed demigod didn't draw any second glances. Someone hurt and in need of medical attention? That was a common sight. Marcus arrived and found Lorelei treating a couple of burns from a pair of boys who thought a forge was a great place to play. They were sent off as she spotted the new camper and motioned for a table. <br>"Friend of yours Marcus?" She asked as she administered some basic triage. <br><br>"Nope, found him on the outskirts of camp." Marcus answered. Lorelei went for some nectar, dropping the miracle cure into his mouth. "He should be fine, haven't seen him around but looks like he was playing with Peleus.&nbsp; Marcus nodded and looked at Lorelei. "Want me to bring you something to eat?" The young woman nodded, allowing him to leave while she tended to him. <br><br>"And stop smoking Patton. It's going to kill you!" She shouted at him as his foot hit the last step out the door. "No it won't" He replied casually before stepping out of sight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Big House &amp; The Infirmary (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLostCastor</strong> on <strong>18-08-2014, 22:58:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/Elias1.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> Big House/Infirmary <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 25th, 6a.m.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wears dark grey jeans, some beige Vans, and a clean, unburnt white Tshirt. Glad to be alive, and trying to get used to the idea that he made it alive. Headed to the Pavilion.<br><br><br>Elias snaps upright in the hospital style bed, his eyes darting around the room for several long moments before locking on the dusty ceiling. The sudden movement calls forth an immediate groan from his body, his sides tensing as the muscles expect a pain…that just wasn’t there. Ambrosia. He could feel it now. The nectar of the gods…the thought made him want to spit. More like the poison of choice. He runs his hands through his short hair, whipping it up into its usual grade-a mess before spinning his legs over the side of the bed.<br><br>He couldn’t help himself as he holds his right hand out before him, admiring the way the pinky was back to it’s usual fleshy tone. Poison it may be…but he’d be damned if it wasn’t effective. The hand flex’s, suddenly tense as his eyes dart about the room. Where was his lyre! If some had stole-. It was on the floor next to the bed. The youth gives a sigh of relief that no one had been around to see that particular reaction…but the moment doesn’t stop him from snatching the instrument off the ground, holding it tightly with his left hand.<br><br>It still amazed him how it never got damaged. The shimmering golden wood never had so much as a scratch…the engraving’s up the side looked as if they were done yesterday, and the thin golden cords of the string were immaculate. Elias allows his fingers to pluck the strings softly, but freezes as he hears it…<br><br>The one note that plagued his dreams. Discordant, and unlike the rest in every way possible. He nearly drops the lyre in shock, fearing one of his episodes was near. The note was always present when…it happened. He clutches the lyre a little tighter, plants the feet he had so carefully positioned moments before on the ground, and heaves himself to a standing positon. He stretches, taking the time to yawn a hearty breath out into the crisp air of the cabin before taking a step…and then another…and then three more and he was out the front door.<br><br>Morning sunlight….it felt marvelous. His face warmed with the heat given off by the embrace of the rays touching his face. Not a cloud in the sky for as far as the eye, well, his eye could see. More importantly though, he was alive. And that could only mean one thing…Ambrosia? Morning sun? He had made it to camp Halfblood!<br><br>With a yip that was hardly suitable for a man his age, Elias allows his eyes to scan the open ground before him. It was really…clean. He had expected a bunch of dyslexic high school drop outs, but this, this felt like home. Without pausing for a moment, he decides to stretch his legs, heading for the first structure he could see….a Pavilion. But his feet have no more than landed on the grass than his mind snaps back into focus. Who had brought him here? Whoever it was…he owed them. And big time.<br><br>With a wary glance around, he begins to walk. Maybe it was too early for most campers to be about? Heck, whoever ran this place was thorough, he knew that much. It was too clean not to be in good hands…but whose hands were they?<br><br>He sighs, nearing the pavilion with each step. Today was going to be a good day. He wasn’t crispy…yet. His lyre was with him….and he had a home. And a safe one for a change!<br>
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