Camp Half-Blood
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				Title: <strong>Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 22:19:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>“Keeping Young Heroes Safe from Harm (Mostly) For Over Three Millennia"</em><br>(http://www.deviantart.com/download/100326482/Camp_Half_Blood_Cabin_Yard_by_EvJones.jpg)<br><br>Chiron had just released the new comers as the sun started to set. The Harpies would be released in about five hours. Just enough time for the Cabin Leaders to get all the new comers settled. Each new comer had a map, but it was likely to be unhelpful till they calmed down and took the time to look around. It was only the first day of camp, but new comers were likely to come and go almost daily. It wasn't like this was a place that one registered to. Kids usually came by here way of being chased by monsters.&nbsp; Cold, bloodied, and scared witless. The lucky ones were picked up quickly by a Saytr Protector and brought here safely. Even those kids were scared most of the time. Those that weren't, were generally just confused.<br><br>The camp had been around for quite a long time, though, like the rest of Olympus, it had moved location. Just as the Flame of Western Civilization had moved from Greece to America over the long years, so moved the camp and all aspects of Olympus. Those children lucky enough to survive the summer sometimes got a chance to go meet their parent on the new Mt. Olympus for the Winter Solstice (which was currently located on the 600th floor of the Empire State Building).<br><br>The air was always filled with the scent of strawberries. The camp made it's mortal money from being the largest exporter of strawberries in the country. The strawberry fields themselves took up a whole section of the camp and was accessible to all students. The only time the smell of the berries isn't lingering in the air is when the bonfires take place, or if the children of Hephaestus blow something up and it had a sulfur smell.<br><br>"Now, I will ask all new Godlings to follow their designated Cabin Leader. They will find you a bunk and help you settle for the night. I would also like to say 'Welcome back and congrats for surviving the winter' to our old members. And to our year round campers, please try not to get fussy if you have to share something that you didn't before. Mr. D won't tolerate whiners this year and I don't want a repeat of the Big House being covered in toilet paper again. Any camper caught doing such things will have to wash dishes with the Harpies for a week," Chiron smiled and his hooves clopped on the ground a little, "Oh, before you go, I want to inform the Cabin Leaders that we will be having our first event at the end of next week. A chariot race. You all may ally yourselves with one other cabin if you wish or work alone. All chariots must have a driver and a fighter. All swords, spears, and daggers must have blunted heads. We'd like to keep deaths to a minimum. Now, if you have any questions, please ask your Cabin Leaders. Dinner will be served in two hours. See you all then," he smiled again before trotting off towards the Big House.<br><br>Abigale stood at the back of the crowd with a bright orange T-shirt on that said 'Camp Half-Blood' on it. The outline of her undershirt could be seen through her camp shirt, and a bit of the black lace of it poked out from under the hem. Her multi-colored hair was held up in a messy bun for the time being. By the end of the summer she'll of cut off nearly half of it's length and most of the dyed coloring will of faded and her dirty blond roots would be showing. Her eyelids were coated with a thick layer of black sparkling eye shadow and her fake lip and nose piercings glinted a little in the fire light from the torches that were scattered all over the camp.<br><br>All the campers, new and old, started squirming around, trying to find their places. The volume of the area became quite loud and the cabin leaders would have to yell to be heard, "Hey! All children of Hermes and unclaimed over here!" Abby yelled out, wondering if any could hear her. Her siblings that had been here before found her easily, and so did any unclaimed that had been here before as well. She wondered how many new campers she'd have to cram in their already crowded cabin. It annoyed her to no end that the Gods and Goddess couldn't be bothered to claim their children half the time. Even her own father. It was obvious whose child was whose, but old camp laws prevented 'guessing' which cabin to put kids in. Her father was better at claiming kids, but even he left dozens of them around the world without a clue as to who their father was. There were at least six kids last year that had the same eyes, ears, nose, and stealth skills that she had that were no doubt her brothers and sisters, yet her dad never claimed them. She now only caught the eyes of three of those kids, the others hadn't shown up. She hoped they were alive and would show up in the next few weeks.<br><br>Slowly, campers started down the path to the thirteen cabins. One for each god. Each one taking on the traits of the god or goddess they represented. Even Abigale shuddered a little as they passed by Hades' cabin, which had walls that were made of solid obsidian, with heavy columns, and no windows. The steps are made up of skulls. It's torches burned green Greek fire twenty-four hours a day. Aphrodite's cabin was a sharp contrast to that with it's painted roof, with pillars and a checkerboard deck with steps, with gray walls and carvings of hearts and various flower types. <br><br>"Unclaimed and Hermes' children over here!" she yelled and lead them to Cabin #11. It was the most old and worn looking. Its dull brown paint is chipped off and had a caduceus overhanging the door. It served as home to all unclaimed demigods, as well as the children of the God of Travelers, but it also held the children of more miner gods (such as Nemesis or other non-Olympus sitting Gods/Goddesses). They'd added on a second room last year to house the large number of children that sometimes inhabited it, "Find a bed and find it fast!" she yelled over the crowd after opening the door. Abigale had her own bedroom, though it was hardly a bedroom. More like a closet with a bed in it and her duffel bag shoved under it. It was her 'privilege' as a Cabin Leader to have a room. She knew Mr. D got a laugh out of it when a new Cabin Leader would complain about having a closet for a room, "Any fighting over cots or beds and you'll be sleeping outside tonight! Any questions, ask me! Once you have a bed, get cleaned up at the fountain..." she pointed out the door to the large fountain in the middle of the cabins, "...and get ready for dinner. If you want to mark your bed, there are papers and markers in the back of the cabin!" it was like kindergarten, except a lot of the kids had knives.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 23:18:33</strong>
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				Philomelus 'Phil' Greene looked out at the masses of children. It was the same every year, Hundreds of Half-bloods would come mostly on the run from Monsters. Phil shook his head, he was one of the lucky ones. Demeter rarely let her children go Unclaimed. Unlike her brothers and her godly nephews and nieces the harvest goddess had very few Half-blood children. <br><br>" All Children of Demeter walk this way " He hollered. a handful of teens stepped forward, though the only new faces were a set of twins. Phil gulped they were very good looking " Names " he muttered <br>They smiled brightly " Lily &amp; Rose Potters" they said in unison <br><br>He fought back the urge to chuckle at their names and ask about hogwarts. " right follow me " he said leading them to a cabin with a grass roof " hope you girls dont mind dirt " 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 23:36:14</strong>
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				Stewart Goldberg was standing more towards the front, arms crossed at his chest. It was his <em>third</em> summer, he was the <strong>War Leader</strong>, head of the cabin where the kids of Ares rested their heads. He too was wearing a Camp Half Blood t-shirt, but it was hard to make out what kind of t-shirt it was under his roughed up leather jacket, and the arms crossed at his chest, blocking the logo. He was volatile and dangerous, one of the few who wasn't scared when he emerged from the forest...he knew how to protect himself and had a big axe to help him do so. When Chiron finished and went off on his merry way, Goldberg turned around to look over the group, arms dropping to his sides now. <strong>"Alright...Sons of Ares over here, NOW."</strong> He had no patience for this. Ares Cabin was always crowded, and with so many people with short tempers and tendencies to get angry...it actually rarely caused a fight beyond for their own amusement. They banded together quite well to pick on other cabins.<br><br><strong>"Follow me."</strong> yelled the war leader as he lead the way towards Cabin #5, it was a bright red cabin, if poorly painted. Barbed wire ran across the roof and a boar's head hung over the doorway, its eyes seemed to follow you as moved around. <strong>"Alright.....pick a bunk you want, if someone else wants it...fight for it."</strong> he approached his "room," putting boot to door to open it up. "Any of you smart asses think you can take this room from me....you have one chance now." he offered, before lifting his axe so that its length was resting on his shoulder. "Any takers......? No...good. That's settled. Wash up, dinner is soon." That was all they were getting out of him for now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 00:48:09</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.hollow-art.com/files/bases/20100329/jstam_015.png)</div><br>Rosetta was confused and a bit jumpy. After all, she had just found out a couple of weeks ago that her mother had not died in childbirth...but was in fact very much alive. And beyond that, she would probably remain alive for a very long time. When her father had told her that her mother was the goddess of love, Rosetta had laughed. He couldn't have been serious, but then she realized that her logical father rarely joked. It had been a whirlwind fortnight since then, as he had explained that her mother had left instructions in the form of a letter when she was abandoned on his doorstep that talked about this "Camp Half-Blood." Therefore, when Rosetta turned 18, she was given a massive amount of unwelcome information. Oh she'd always loved Greek mythology, and she adored things that most of the world considered impossible, but it still was hard for an intelligent girl like her to accept that her mother was the most notorious beauty of all time. <br><br>For 14 days she'd shopped for the things she'd needed, and then her father drove her to the camp with the directions provided. What shocked her more than anything was that although her father was one hundred percent certain that she was Aphrodite's daughter (and most everyone else could vouch for it), she was unclaimed. Her mother had given birth to her and then left her on her dad's doorstep when she was only a few days old. He'd raised her by himself and never married, and they were very close. However, she was angry that out of all of this, her mother couldn't be bothered to admit that she was her child. Her dad had tried to explain that she had never given him any way to contact her, and so she had undoubtedly lost track...but he was certain that once she was aware of Rosetta once more, then she would claim her. Rosetta wasn't so sure, but she hoped he was right. <br><br>For now, she had to get used to the idea of being a "demi-god" and being a part of a summer camp that could get you killed. Although she was the daughter of Venus, she wasn't prissy. Yes, she was obsessive about her looks, flirtatious and pre-occupied with love &amp; sex, but she was fearless and not a rather tough. Not physically, mind you, and that's one reason why she was here. She wasn't weak, but she had no talent in athletics at all...except for swimming, cheerleading and horseback riding...and even those she isn't 'good' at, just decent. She was very artistic and intellectual, but this could all be undone if she became aroused, so she remained rather guarded. She'd been raised in the country, but she could easily fit in with the cosmopolitan girls in New York, as her vanity meshed well with theirs. She had control over every aspect of beauty and seduction, although her powers were a bit wild and unrefined right now. For that reason, she tended to keep her distance from boys, as she had gone through her fair share of drama and embarrassment from her powers in the past. At least it all made sense now.<br><br>Sighing, the redheaded girl adjusted her jeans and swung her purse over her shoulder. Grabbing the small suitcase that she'd packed, she took a deep breath and tried to calm down. It was incredibly busy, and she was rather overwhelmed. Tucking a stray red curl behind her ear, she heard someone yelling for Aphrodite's children and she almost went toward them, but she realized that she had to wait until she was 'claimed.' With that, she heard a girl yell about Hermes' and unclaimed children. Shrugging, she walked in the direction of that feminine voice and followed the girl into the slightly rundown cabin. She might look every bit the princess, but she honestly didn't care about dirt and such. She must have gotten that from her father...still, she knew there were many things she had in common with her mother.<br><br>Every step she took swayed her generous hips with the right about of motion to make a grown man drool. She was made for sex, and that was one reason she avoided men except for her father. She didn't need the added hassle of relationships and such coming in between her ambitions...especially since she knew that once she let herself go, she'd be a hopeless nymphomaniac and lovesick puppy. She could blame her maternal genes for the obsession with love and sex...<br><br>Either way, she didn't make eye contact with any of the boys yet, although her appearance alone was enough to draw attention to her. She was beautiful, there was no denying that...but she hated what being beautiful did to her. Perhaps these boys would be less susceptible to her than the pure humans...she hoped so. Honestly, she was sick of being hated by girls on pure principle. She didn't ask to be Aphrodite's daughter! Plus, she had nothing on them when it came to experience, athletics and loads of other things that made her life more difficult. <br><br>When they entered the cabin, she saw a free bunk on the far wall by a window, and decided to let someone else take the top if they wanted it. Grabbing a piece of paper and marker from the back, she wrote down "Rosetta" on it and placed it on the bed before sliding her suitcase underneath. Sitting down for a few moments, she gave a nod to her group leader and spoke up.<br><br>"I'm Rosetta."<br><br>However, the girl seemed rather busy, so Rosetta stepped out of the way and went to the fountain to dip her hands in and wait for dinner. Splashing her face to try and wake herself up and not just coast along in a day dream, an onlooker could see that her make-up didn't run or rub off. In fact, it was natural. She had naturally full and dark lashes, permanent eyeliner, blush and lipstick. Not over the top, but enough that it looked like she was ready for a magazine spread. Looking around, she noticed the skinny body types of many of the girls...as was the trend today...and knew that she stood out. She wasn't fat, but she was the definition of a voluptuous bombshell. Aphrodite made sure of that, even if the world didn't like the extra pounds in her hips and bust. Sitting on the edge of the fountain, she swallowed and closed her eyes to try and sort through her thoughts before seeing a whole slew of campers coming her way. With this, she got up and avoided touching any of the boys as she went back to the cabin she'd been shown to. Sitting on her bed, she pulled her legs up and tucked them under her before picking up a book and opening it. She secretly took out a mirror from her purse as well, checking herself before putting it away and beginning to read.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 02:35:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent is escorted into Camp Half-Blood</em></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/andy-holding-jason-1.jpg)</div><br>The last few days had been a blur to Vincent, the "officer" turned kidnapper had tossed him into a plane and pulled him away from Texas after he was chased down in a high speed chase. He liked cars and he liked pushing them into the red zone, but that night at the races something else had occurred which been explained and disregarded. "Officer Pana" as he called himself said his life was in danger and if he did not come along he would die. Vincent would have walked off if he had not been handcuffed the last thirty six hours, moving from plane to cars until they arrived at New York. <br><strong>"So what the hell are you actually doing now, you do know Texas has jails to right?" </strong><br>He mumbled from the back of a rented car the officer wrangled up after flashing his badge. <br><br>The balding man looked back at him from the rear view mirror and repeated himself for the 100th time.<br>"For the hundredth time, you are not under arrest...""<strong>Then let me go then!"</strong> "I will soon, you will never have to see me again after we get to the camp." The two exchanged words once more and went silent, both men were typically stubborn. <strong>"I'd rather go to jail then this camp...you know I am just going to leave right?"</strong> Vincent added defiantly, Officer Pana glanced at him as they pulled off a dirt road and towards some destination he knew nothing about. He was lost for sure, nothing looked familiar he was on the different side of the country all together.<br>"Ya ya...and I'll just bring you back..."<br><br>The car was stopped and Vincent was escorted into the woods, his attention drawn to the name of the camp he spoke silently. The "officer" grip was rather weak and as they came across a crowd of people he gave the man the slip after kicking his knees from under him and fled into the masses. Running as fast as he could he looked for a place to hide, taking shelter in a battered and run down cabin he thought would be empty...wrong!<br><strong>"Shit..." </strong><br>He cursed as he glanced out the window, looking around at the people of the cabin ("Unclaimed and Hermes") his new worry being those handcuffs.<br><strong>"Hey you, red, got a hair pin in there somewhere?"</strong><br>Vincent didn't have the time to pay attention to her or the others, he needed to get free and flee again before the Officer caught up with him! <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 03:07:49</strong>
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				She had finally begun to relax about this whole ordeal and focus on the book when a young man suddenly burst into the cabin and looked around wildly. She put the book down and raised one arched eyebrow at him curiously as she saw the handcuffs and heard the desperation in his tone. Pursing her naturally tinted lips, she tilted her head and was about to say no when suddenly a bobby pin appeared in her palm quite obviously.<br><br>"Damn it..."<br><br>She hated that her body seemed to magically produce anything that had to do with beauty, fashion or appearance. Her mind had seen a bobby pin from his request, and it had been produced in her palm. Quite annoying, as during high school she'd had to cover up her fair share of embarrassing situations. Supposedly this camp would help her learn to control her powers so random eyelash curlers and bottles of hairspray didn't keep popping up in odd places. <br><br>Sighing, she brought the pin over and paid attention to not touch him. It was better for everyone if she kept her body from coming into contact with the opposite gender, since it had produced quite unpredictable and often unwanted side effects. Still, she dropped the bobby pin into his palm and put her hands on her ample hips as she regarded him behind cat-like blue eyes.<br><br>"Who are you, and why are you in handcuffs?"<br><br>Her voice was smooth as she waited for his answer...if he gave it.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 03:57:18</strong>
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				Riley held a pen and pad in his hands, while his brow furrowed in deep thought. An unconscious tapping against the wall only added to the look of a guy whose well of thought had just run dry. <em>’Summer’s start gives us pause. Our sight blinded by sun. Light avenges winter’s touch’</em> was written in three lines along the paper. He stared for some time, wondering if this was how he truly felt. That, and who the hell came up with haiku in the first place…was he even doing it right? <br><br>His train of thought was broken by a few campers that entered the cabin. They were confident, but under that confidence held a very simple fact. They had no clue what was going on, or what they were supposed to do. He craned his head back to see if the cabin leader had arrived yet. Not seeing any for now, he decided to fill the leadership vacuum until a proper chain of command was presented. “You two...” he pointed at the new campers with his pad “Anything along that wall. You want it, it’s yours. Do not touch this wall…” He pointed the area he was in “Unless otherwise stated by higher. We have some good people out there, and they should be coming back. If they don’t…well…we’ll find out from there”<br><br>Riley went back to work looking over the haiku, but could not find anything better to say. With a sigh, he rose out of the bed and walked to Athena’s shrine inside the cabin. It was surrounded by the patches of many service branches in many different countries, not to mention a fair number of medals as well. He ripped the page out of his pad, and placed the haiku over a candle. As the paper caught fire, he prayed to be found worthy of his mother’s guidance in this new summer in camp. <br><br>After the haiku was reduced to ash, he walked past the new campers, but stopped as he reached the door. <br>Turning back, he smiled “Chow is going to be served soon. I would suggest you stow whatever gear you’ve got left, and wash up at the fountain. Before you eat, you will offer your best pieces of food to the fire, in honor of our mother. Mind the Ares kids…they’re good in a fight, but very bad with social graces. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. “ He left before the kids could ask him any questions. The thing with the new ones, even if they are claimed, are the questions they ask. Normally he was game, but he needed a little space right now.<br><br>He had just returned, a few days earlier than expected, from staying with his father. He had a desk position at Fort Bragg (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Bragg_%28North_Carolina%29), and they had time to talk about his future. His father believed that he should join the Army, because of his natural ability, but something ate at Riley. Would he honor his mother by joining up? Wasn’t she the one who believed in the defense of the home soil? How would she feel about rushing off to parts unknown, to wage war on people who may not endanger his country? He didn’t know, and that was eating him up inside. Hopefully this summer can give him some perspective.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 03:59:11</strong>
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				<strong>"I'm into kinky sex and I forgot the safe word." </strong><br>Vincent took the pin and "Jimmied" the cuffs so quickly it appeared they were not even locked or it was not his first time escaping out of them. <br><strong>"Thanks, I am gonna hold on to this I might need it again later, you never saw me."</strong><br><br>He passed by the red head with a closer glance as slipped out and tossed his jacket onto a bunk as he looked through some luggage that obviously did not belong to him. Tossing on a white sleeveless shirt, he opened a window and slipped out and disappeared into the camp. Staying alert he began to catch the gibberish on the signs before they became words. He blinked as he thought it was a trick or a hallucination which had him slowly accepting the fact that he was in a camp...<br><br>Stopping he looked around and groaned, at least he could leave but getting lost in the woods did not appeal to him. He needed to find someone and ask for some directions and most importantly of all avoid the Officer that had brought him in! The scent of food had him moving towards a mess hall, he was hungry and a little tired, he could leave whenever he wanted anyway! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 04:13:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hairstylesdiary.com/images/short-messy-hair.jpg)</div>Chloe didn't really need to call out to attract those of her particular parentage. They all seemed to gravitate toward the water anyway, which at that moment meant the fountain, and she'd skewered a sign with "Poseidon" on it, on a trident next to her. Her hair was wet, and had already half-lost the colour she'd given it not two days before. It was the swimming, she knew.<br><br>She couldn't help but let her eyes drift toward the obvious features of those who were claimed. The children of Aphrodite stuck out, like a manicured finger on the hand of a professional welder. Even one who she'd seen head to Hermes' cabin. She wouldn't have predicted that she'd be unclaimed, but maybe she just hadn't had enough sex for her mother.<br><br>Chloe pulled a black marker from her pocket and added an arrow to her Trident-sign, twisting it in the direction of Poseidon's cabin. She'd never been much of a people-person in the summer-camp sense, but she liked Camp Half-Blood, mostly the competition, she just hadn't ever gotten into the habit of being perky. Of course, she had some other advantages too, the whole demi-god thing wasn't as much of a surprise to her as it had seemed to other people. Her mother had been perfectly willing to bring her up with multiple gods, so finding out her mother didn't just worship the Greek Pantheon turned out to be less of a shock than it could've been. Also, she'd been able to avoid the Dyslexia everyone else seemed to talk about, mostly because she'd actually learned Ancient Greek. Everyone at the camp had problems, but she was glad that her brain, at least, wasn't trying to make her illiterate in modern languages.<br><br>"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, because monsters exist, and they're trying to kill you," she said to herself, leaning back and watching the proceedings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 04:22:43</strong>
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				She frowned at his obvious sarcasm and then blinked in amazement as he escaped from those cuffs as if they were paper. She simply nodded as he left, although she honestly figured he was just some paranoid kid who didn't know what was going on. At least, that's what he appeared. He hadn't answered her question, and as he tore through someone else's luggage, she realized that screwing with people here might not be the best idea in the world right now...but she didn't warn him, and instead simply picked up her book and put the bookmark back into it. It had taken years for her to understand why it took her longer to read, but now she worked hard to overcome her dyslexia and was an avid literary fan. As he left, she shook her head and chuckled a bit in amusement before heading back outside, making her way to the fountain to observe the people around her. Already she was getting some dirty looks from some of the girls, but occasionally she would see someone with the same seductive walk, laugh and bright blue eyes of her, and she knew that she wasn't the only one. <br><br>Sitting by the fountain, she leaned against the smooth stone and tried to ignore the rumble of her stomach as she smelled the food. When had she gotten so hungry? It seemed like this whole situation just baffled her senses and turned her world upside down. She turned and saw a group of people gathering nearby with the name Poseidon etched on a sign. She had always felt an affinity for water as well, but not nearly as much so as the children of the sea-god. She realized that part of her love for water might have come from Aphrodite's birth in the sea foam...and that might also explain why seafoam green was her favorite color. This really did explain a lot, but it was still so new and startling. <br><br>She watched the group of water demi-gods and then turned away to observe more of the camp, crossing her legs and pulling out her mirror to check herself again before assuring herself that she looked alright.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 04:26:05</strong>
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				Abigale was too busy trying to wrangle younger children into the cabin and explain to them the things their parents either hadn't or couldn't. One girl, barely even a teenager, wouldn't stop crying because a Minotaur killed her mother and a Satyr had pulled her screaming from the apartment and brought her here. She wished she could say that was a rare case, but it happened too often. Her own mother had been killed by a monster three years ago when it caught her scent. Her mother had tried to protect her, but it proved to be too much for her. They'd actually been on their way to bring Abigale here. They were only a few miles away when the beast caught up to them. It had been tracking them all the way from Chicago. Her mother had thought living in the city would of been safer since all the cars and city smells would cover up the scent of a demi-god and that had worked for nearly sixteen years. A trip out to see some of her mother's family in the country had given her away. So she had no problems sympathizing with the little crying girl. She'd loved her own mother dearly and found herself blaming her father for the death. She knew he was a God, she'd met him once. But that didn't change that fact that with all his power he didn't save the woman that had raised her.<br><br>"Come on, lets find you a bunk and get you some rest before dinner, okay? You'll feel better after dinner. I promise," Abby wasn't the nicest girl in the world, but she managed a good front for the younger kids. It was only as she helped the girl into a bunk that she saw someone slipping out a window. She rolled her eyes and headed back out the front to see if she could locate the person. There were always a number of reasons for window escapes, but not usually before lights out, "Hey! No non-Celestial Bronze weapons in the cabin," she snapped at a camper as she passed him on her way out.<br><br>It was hard to focus any of her senses into finding the boy that had slipped out due to the noise of kids getting settled everywhere. Hadn't Chiron warned them against wandering off? No, she couldn't remember him saying anything about the monsters in the forest. Old horse was getting a little too old.<br><br>She nodded her greetings to a few old campers that had managed to survive to come back another year. It was always a relief to see old campers, whether they were your friend or not. It meant they lived. Blood or not, they were kind of a family...some more so than others. She finally caught sight of someone she hadn't seen before, he didn't seem to have a weapon on him (but most didn't appear to at first), and he had the same look on his face that so many new comers did, "Hey! You! Ummm..." she didn't know his name, "With the white shirt!" cause that narrowed it down, "I saw your butt climbing out the window of my cabin!" though his butt was noticeable. Even the quick glimpse she'd seen, it was nice, "You lost?!"<br><br><hr><hr><br>Sarah felt lost in the crowd of kids. This was her first year here. She would of gone sooner, but she'd convinced her mother to let her stay out and fight on her own. For two years she held her own against any monster that dared come near her house, but she finally succumbed to going to Camp Half-Blood for the safety of her mother. It wasn't so bad, she supposed. At least it appeared that they did try to train you here and not just keep you safe. They wanted you to keep yourself safe and Sarah was perfectly fine with that. <br><br>She rolled her eyes when she heard someone call out for the <em>Sons</em> of Ares. Like all Ares ever sired was males. It made her blood boil when people thought the God of War only respected his sons. She'd even got birthday presents from him from time to time. The last one had been a blood red scarf with a Boar head on it. Sarah currently had it folded up in her knapsack. She also had a blood ruby necklace that he'd sent her when she was only thirteen. She might not of been as good a fighter as her half-brothers, but she sure as hell wasn't going to let them push her around.<br><br>Grudgingly, she stalked her way towards Ares' cabin and pushed herself inside. Without a second thought to it, she kicked someone elses bag off a bunk near the window and threw her own on it. When the owner of the other bag went to shove her's back off, she stared them down, daring them to pull out their weapon, but they didn't. This made her smile. Sons of Ares, indeed, was all she could think.<br><br>She saw Stewart and knew he was the cabin leader by the way he was acting. She, in a rather frustrated thought, walked over to him, "You the cabin leader?" if so, she was half tempted to try and knock him down a few pegs. She didn't like his calling out only for the 'Sons', like they were so much better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 05:22:52</strong>
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				Phil was finished showing the twins around Demeter's cabin, they had taken nicely to the oak bunk beds and dirty floors. Since Demeter's children had little talent for combat compared to some of the other cabins namely Ares and Athena Phil was often 'whoring' his talents to solidify Alliances. He was actually going to try and arrange a deal with The Hephaestus Leader. He began to pass by the Fountain when he literally became rooted in one spot. His eyes had caught a sight of a breath taking Red head, a natural red head unlike his fellow head Abigale whom dyed her hair the color. <br><br>' okay go make conversation' he thought to himself. slowly the roots descended back into the earth, Phil gulped and started to make his way over to her. 'say something to break the ice' he told himself when he was almost next to her. " So you come here often " He asked the red head. ' Phil your an idiot ' he told himself 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 05:39:42</strong>
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				Rosetta thought she saw the same boy from the cabin sprinting across the yard and then heading more slowly in one direction...namely, toward the food...but when she saw the girl who had led them to the cabin follow him and then disappear from her view, she turned back to the other sights and decided to ask the girl about it later. Suddenly, she heard a man's voice head her way and she turned to regard Phil with her piercing blue gaze. Her red lips curved up into a smile, and although her first instinct was always to reject whoever it was...as they honestly didn't know what they were getting into...the way he said the corny phrase and his handsome, yet slightly embarrassed, features caught her attention and she chuckled softly.<br><br>"I have to say that most don't use that line anymore. It's usually something a bit more vulgar or trying."<br><br>She tilted her head and a few red curls brushed over her shoulder. She was wearing a form-fitting red t-shirt with a wide neckline, and her nails were painted a deep crimson as well. She wore red flip-flops and earrings in the shape of roses, along with a matching bracelet. Her toenails were also painted red. Of course, she could control all the shades and adornments on her body with a simple wish, but clothing was proving to be too difficult. She still had to dress and undress by herself...although she did have that annoying habit of producing unwanted hair accessories and make-up without realizing it.<br><br>Turning more fully to him, her body naturally went into a more sensual pose as she leaned forward and offered him her hand. She didn't like to touch men, as her powers were unpredictable, but she knew she needed to stop being so afraid of herself all the time...and he seemed very nice.<br><br>"I'm Rosetta, although you can call me Rose if you'd like."<br><br>She didn't know whose son he was, but his whole aura seemed to scream "earthy" at her, and she noticed the way some of the plants in the area seemed to almost reach toward him. Perhaps...Demeter? She wasn't going to guess, though. Unfortunately her parent was probably painfully obvious, and she only hoped that people didn't think she was a slut because of it. <br><br>Her dainty white hand waited for his, and she met his gaze fearlessly.<br><br>"And no. I don't come here often. This is my first day."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 05:53:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Danica "Dani" Cuevas</span></span><br>(http://i35.tinypic.com/10i5fmp.jpg)</div><br><hr><hr><br>There where times in your life that seriously had you wonder why the hell you where ever born.&nbsp; Dani had a lot of these moments.&nbsp; Admittedly most of the time these times where prompted by her own stupidity, or when she decided to run off on fool hardy and often times dangerous jaunts alone or with her brother Aaron.&nbsp; But than there was those times, the ones where she couldn't control, the ones that seriously made her want to just lay back and let it all wash over her.&nbsp; This just happened to be one of those times.&nbsp; Only a few days ago, she had been normal, or rather, as normal as a dyslexic orphan with Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, or ADHD as her teachers had called it, could be.&nbsp; <br><br>She and Aaron had just been placed into a new foster home, this one willing to take them both in together, for a change, and not six months later, they had been attacked by something large, something large and ugly and very very willing to Stomp, kill, and eat them, and not in that particular order.&nbsp; The only reason they had managed to escape was that David, their foster father, had killed it, which was a feat that boggled Dani's mind completely.&nbsp; After that, he had sat them down and told them, everything. <br><br>He'd told them about how their father was a god, and not just any god, but the god of the sun and of the art's.&nbsp; He was supposed to be some old dusty Greek god in their history books, and than to suddenly learn that not only was he real, but that he had knocked their mother up and than promptly left her, that particular thought hadn't settled well in Dani's stomach.&nbsp; David tried to sugar coat it, telling them about how their parent's "relationship" had been passionate, and how they had liked each other while they where together.&nbsp; But that had just made her feel more uncomfortable.&nbsp; She wanted to hate him, after all, he had just left them alone, even after their mother had died, and they'd been shipped off to foster home after foster home.&nbsp; She wanted to hate him, and some part of her did, but for the most part she didn't feel anything towards him.&nbsp; With their mother, she had been their world, and than after, Dani had focused on Aaron, even when they had been away from each other.&nbsp; He was all that she had really, and all that she had needed.&nbsp; A dead beat father who couldn't even manage to acknowledge them didn't count much in her mind.<br><br>So even after all that, David had insisted on them going to camp of all places.&nbsp; Finally being 18, Dani had balked.&nbsp; But in the end she had relented, if only because she didn't want Aaron to not go because she didn't want to.&nbsp; The trip to the demi-god camp site had taken a good while, and in the end she was not only tired, but rather uncomfortable.&nbsp; There was just so many people, and all of them came from gods.&nbsp; It was mind boggling was what it was.&nbsp; Lost in thought, she had barely caught the tail end of a girl calling for all "unclaimed" to follow her.&nbsp; Shrugging, and hoisting her bag over her shoulder she nudged Aaron with her shoulder and motioned for him to follow.<br><br>The cabin they entered wasn't really all that impressive, but they had stayed in worse over the years, so complaining wasn't on her list of things to do.&nbsp; Looking around, she threw her stuff down on one of the beds and proceeded to take marker to paper in order to "claim" the space.&nbsp; Someone who had been in as many homes as she had, knew the value of staking your space.&nbsp; Before she could make her way out doors to wash up for dinner, the door to the cabin swung open and a disheveled and rather shady boy came stumbling in, making a bee line to the prissy looking red head in the room.&nbsp; Rolling her eyes, she prayed for patience and turned her attention back to the task at hand.&nbsp; It didn't take her long, and when she was done she turned to look for her brother.&nbsp; She had told him which direction to go in, but she wouldn't be surprised if he had just managed to amble off somewhere else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 06:22:29</strong>
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				He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.<br>&nbsp;" yeah sorry about that I well needed an icebreaker, it was that or kids are great " he pointed to some ten year olds playing with the nymphs.<br>Noticing her outstretched hand, he took it in his and shook it lightly. His palms were soft while the back of his hands were rough. Phil had to resist the urge to kiss it. He noted her name "do you have a last name Rosetta, my Cabin just got a Rose" <br>She had to be a daughter of Aphrodite, of course he would not say so right away. but the way she looked made him feel out of place. He wore a forest T-shirt, worn blue jeans and leather work boots. <br>" So your new, Ive been here for eight years now " 
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 06:33:37</strong>
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				She smiled kindly and chuckled at his other option.<br><br>"That would have worked well, actually."<br><br>She followed his gaze and grinned in genuine fondness as she saw the kids. His hands were nice and warm, and she tried to control her urges so she wouldn't give off any seductive signals that she didn't mean to. However, she knew that her gaze was enough...so she tried to look away every few seconds. He was very attractive, but then again...Rosetta always noticed men...and sometimes women as well. She wanted to curse at her mother for being so wanton, but it would be no use...and besides, she wanted to be claimed...right?<br><br>Raising her eyebrows at his comment, she realized that he hadn't released it yet, and she pulled it gently from his hand...not wanting to make a big deal out of it, but feeling the need to put her guard back up. <br><br>"Eight years? Wow. I didn't know people came back here for that long."<br><br>It wasn't judgmental, just honest.<br><br>"So...can I ask what cabin you belong to? And what your name is?"<br><br>She leaned back and forced herself to relax. If she was going to learn to control her powers, she knew she'd have to be around men more often, and even interact with them. One reason that she had never had too much of a problem with monsters or other tragedies befalling her before she turned 18 was that her father was fiercely protective. Well, honestly, you would be too if your only child was destined to become a sex bomb and began attracting men before she knew what was happening. He wasn't smothering, but he was extremely guarding of her and had even hired a few people to serve as her body guards. Rosetta had no idea that he had actually prevented many rapes or attacks over the years without her even knowing. <br><br>Right now, Phil seemed very nice, and she was more comfortable around him than she'd allowed herself to be for a long time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 06:52:53</strong>
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				Phil shrugged " well I never really had a home other than here. "<br>He looked into the fountain " but I dont want to bore you with my life story ."<br><br>" oh right well my full name is Philomelus Greene, but just call me Phil, I'm leader of Demeter's cabin" <br>A hand went through his short brown hair " you wanna grab a bite to eat " he asked. He had already had already opened with the lamest line ever so he felt kind of bold. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 07:09:44</strong>
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				She watched him and didn't press the subject before realizing she'd forgotten to answer his question.<br><br>"Oh, and I'm Rosetta Boleyn. Sorry. I get distracted."<br><br>She blushed and then nodded at his question.<br><br>"The Hermes' cabin leader said that the mess hall would open soon, but if you're a cabin leader as well, then I suppose I can't do wrong by being with you."<br><br>She smiled and then continued briefly.<br><br>"I'm...unclaimed, I guess...so I'm in Hermes for now."<br><br>She didn't know how to come out and say that she was Aphrodite's daughter, so she...just did it.<br><br>"But my dad assured me that I'm Aphrodite's daughter, so I guess I'll be trying to prove myself to her."<br><br>She chuckled a bit nervously and stood up. She wasn't nearly as tall as he was, but she didn't cower or seem weak. Besides, just like all of the other Aphrodite cabin, she stuck out like a sore...although very attractive...thumb.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 07:16:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent gets picked out of a crowd by Abigail </em></div><hr><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.trueblood-online.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/jason.jpg)</div>At first Vincent didn't think anyone was talking to him, he had no idea where he was but his mind was still focusing on all the signs that blurred from nothing then made sense. Blinking his eyes he heard someone come up from behind, his mind still on the signs that seem to play tricks on him.<br><strong>"What was that about my ass?"</strong><br>He glanced back to make sure that he had not sat in anything or had a tear in his pants, looking back at her with a confused look on his face. The sandy haired blond was not the brightest one in the group unless it was about machines, metal sheeting, welding and machinery. He was not even smart enough to get into a trade school, learning to fix cars by the books was not for him. Luckily someone back home saw the potential in him and for the last four years he could fix anything and everything that came his way. With no family to call his own, he had been alone after leaving his foster home at the age of fifteen. <br><br>Working on cars, going to car shows and concerts, women and drinking with the older guys had him grow up a little faster then normal but what really was normal? The tattoos on his back and arm were made well before he could legally vote and if it was not for the owner of the shop he would be nothing more than some street rat. His eyes quickly moved down to her inked cleavage that he could only catch a small glimpse of under the camp shirt, the confusion fading from his features as a smile spread across his lips.<br><strong>"Nice ink...can I see the rest of it?"</strong><br>He finally looked up at her, taking her in with a whistle. <br><strong>"I'm glad you found me." </strong><br><br>When he realized that she had to be some kind of staff member he answered. <br><strong>"No, not really some bald cop son of a bitch just brought me here and I gave him the slip, I know I am in New York, that's about it...I"m Vincent, but call me V." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 07:27:48</strong>
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				Phil shook his head " dont worry about being unclaimed im sure you will be claimed in time" He gave her a smile. <br>" We wont be going to mess hall Rose" Phil clasped her shoulder "follow me"<br>He was going to take her back to his cabin and treat her to a nice light meal before the actual feast. He looked back at the redhead " I hope you like fruit and veggies "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 08:05:58</strong>
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				She smiled at him and lifted her shoulders in a delicate shrug.<br><br>"Hopefully."<br><br>Honestly, she had no idea how to go about "being claimed." Perhaps she'd talk to the pretty cabin leader about that later and see what her advice was. Either way, she wasn't going to worry about that now. When Phil grabbed her shoulder, she tensed briefly but followed him anyway and smiled as they escaped the crowd of young demi-gods congregating at the fountain.<br><br>"Of course."<br><br>She had to admit that being out here was a bit exciting, as all of these kids had powers that she didn't even know about yet. She followed Phil trustingly and saw his cabin approaching.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 09:03:38</strong>
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				Camp Half-Blood... It was the same place it had been century after century.&nbsp; A satyr danced through the strawberry fields, tempting them to grow.&nbsp; Which they always did.&nbsp; If they did not, there would be no revenue from the strawberries they exported on high demand.&nbsp; It was the same rules and regulations from Mr. D and Chiron.&nbsp; Don't do this, don't do that... Ask before you piss.&nbsp; Cecilia's face was passive as she watched the four-legged Camp Head speak to the new and old members.&nbsp; Standing a little straighter, she looked over the gathered crowd.&nbsp; There were more new campers this year, and less of the older ones.&nbsp; She had no ties to anyone in the camp really.&nbsp; As a daughter of the Big Three, she was a force to be reckoned with all on her own, and the other campers tended to stick very firmly to their designated Cabins.&nbsp; She had never been sure why Hades had claimed her like he had... She had expected to be in the Hermes cabin for the rest of her stay here.<br><br>Cecilia had preferred solitude over her seven plus years here.&nbsp; She'd lost track after the Satyr Protector had taken her from her foster family.&nbsp; Even the last name she had before escaped her now.&nbsp; Folding her arms across the orange t-shirt, the bold, square letters reading Camp Half-Blood, she pushed the long sleeve black shirt up her forearms.&nbsp; The weather was cooling as the sun began to set, but her blood burned warm.&nbsp; Lifting her pale fingers to run them through her short black hair and over the two braids that hung next to her left ear.&nbsp; There were no other sons or daughters of Hades, so she weaved her way through the jumble of campers towards her cabin.<br><br>The cabin where children of Hades stayed loomed before her on the path from the fountain.&nbsp; The obsidian walls glinted mutely as the sun set, the dark building standing out from the other mostly pristine cabins.&nbsp; There were no windows, no light from the outside to enter the inside.&nbsp; The steps below her feet were lined with the skulls of enemies.&nbsp; Her pale skin and dark hair was bathed in the eerie glow of the torches that burned with Greek Fire.&nbsp; It never went out, and was never removed.&nbsp; She had always expected the Hermes Cabin to think it would be funny to take one... But this cabin seemed to give everyone but her the creeps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 15:15:52</strong>
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				Goldberg had turned towards his...."room"....and tossed in his sportsbag. It was only a moment later that he heard someone behind him....it wasn't one of the gruff boy man voices that usually belonged to the sons of Ares. Turning on the spot he found himself in front of a girl. With no effort to hide it, his eyes ran up and down her form, as if double checking. Yes...she had girl bits....it was a girl. She was hot.....like one of those Aphrodite skanks. "Yeah, I'm Goldberg...the war leader." he replied, hands going to hips as he took on a <em>I'm too cool to care</em> version of what might have been the Superman pose. "You need something doll face?" asked Goldberg while one eyebrow raised. She looked like she was pretty pissed....must have been PMS. Women being angry usually meant PMS. Just like girls who didn't want to hook up at a party were <em>clearly</em> lesbians. <br><br>Not that he had come across many lesbians of course, not at all.<br><br><div align="center">*****</div><br>Life was interesting....Aaron was a pretty regular kid as far as orphans went, he was lucky to have a twin sister. She was someone he could text when he was sitting next to, because texting was cool and he liked having lots of messages in his phone. But out in this camp....he had no reception. "Dani....I don't have reception...do you have reception?" he asked after she nudged him, before picking up his bag and following. He hadn't "technically" been listening to the four legged guy. Four legged guys were boring compared to giant monsters being all......let me eat your face....before being promptly off'ed by your foster dad, who explained their Mom had ridden Apollo's disco stick. Not that he put it into those words.....and Aaron certainly didn't register it that way in his head. It had been divine conception, no sex was involved at all. It was like one of those books to explain these things to kids.....they loved each other and hugged in a special way. <br><br>When Dani threw her stuff on a bed, Aaron instinctively went to the one beside it. "Hey sis....you think if I put mine stuff on a bed one step away, and we both threw our stuff on the bed in between, nobody would try take it? Then we can have some more room....." even as he finished saying it realized it wouldn't work. "Aah nevermind." he muttered as he put pen to paper to mark his bed, sliding his bag o'stuff under the bed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 16:11:16</strong>
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				Abigale watched him for a moment, his eyes wandering up her form. All she could do was roll her eyes and think that he might be a son of Aphrodite. But on further inspection, she decided that he was good looking, but not <em>that</em> good looking. She also didn't feel the need to swoon in front of him, something she'd learned to control whenever one of <em>those</em> boys came around. All she felt like doing right now was punching him in the face. Definitely not a son of the love goddess. It was actually quite difficult to place him on appearances alone. For a moment she thought he might even be one of her brothers. He'd been in the Hermes' Cabin and he did have the same blond hair that she'd seen on her father, but he didn't seem to have that the elfish features they were known for. No, placing him on appearances would be very difficult. Which was rare. You could usually tell where someone belonged.<br><br>Placing her hands on her hips, she gave him a rather annoyed look, "Well, Vincent, I doubt you gave him the slip and he was probably not a cop. It's more likely that he was a Satyr and caught your sent. You should be thanking him for bringing you here. If he snapped you up, then it means there was probably a monster near by and he saved your life. And I do think you're lost, cause if you're not, then you're insane for going near the forest so late in the day. No one goes in there after sunset, unless you have a death wish."<br><br>She walked closer to him and held her hand out, "Abigale Norwick, Daughter of Hermes and Leader of Cabin Eleven. So, you gonna come back to the cabin or am I going to have to drag you back? Don't think I can't or won't," he seemed fairly fit and that did make her a little nervous about being able to run him down if he did decide to take off for the forest. She was the daughter of the God of Sports, yet she never felt quite sure of her abilities.<br><br><hr><hr><br>Sarah kept herself from laughing when he called himself <em>War Leader</em>. He was cocky and stuck up, at least that was her first impression. What really got her was what he'd called her, "Doll face? Doll? Face?" she put her hands on her hips, much like he did, though she didn't connect the two actions with them being siblings, "No, I don't <em>need</em> anything. I just thought you'd like to know that if you're going to call out for the children of <em>our</em> father, then you might want to call for his daughters too."<br><br>Surely she couldn't be the only daughter of Ares here. She hadn't looked around much yet, but there had to be others. There was no way she was spending the whole summer in a cabin filled with guys like this one. That might appeal to her if they weren't her brothers, but since they were, that made the idea sour in her mind, "And if you're going to take the title of War Leader, then you might want to actually <em>lead</em> us. Not just give us an order and then go sit all comfy on your bed. A leader leads, not sit back and watch as others do all the work. You could actually make an effort to find the people new to the camp and help them. You don't really expect me to just know where everything is and what to do, do you?"<br><br>Maybe she was being a little snappy, but she couldn't help it. She'd always been short with people.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 16:46:29</strong>
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				This one had a fire in her belly, Goldberg could tell that already. The question was......did she have Greek Fire in her gut, or was it just a few good embers that were flaring up with adrenaline. She however didn't know what she was talking about. She had known him an entire three minutes. "We're all here aren't we? You want to learn how to turn the arrows of Apollo into rubber? I can teach you that. You whats the difference between a phalanx and a bunch of people standing next to each other, shields up and spears out, I'll teach you that. You want someone who'll bring us into the events, push you as <em>hard</em> as you can go and make you into everything you can be as a child of Ares, I'll drag it out of you kicking and screaming. This is the Ares Cabin, we breed warriors. You want someone to hold your hand through camp time and show you how to cook your marshmellow just right, you won't find it here." <br><br>She was standing like he was now, he took a step to close any distance between them, squaring up. His height against hers, his glare against hers. He had a few summers under his belt, he was the War Leader and for a damn good reason, there was <em>nobody</em> here who come into his own as a child of Ares more then Goldberg. When the events came around, he'd show them why he was the favoured son of Ares, but for now they'd have to trust that he was in his position for a good reason. "If you're got a problem, speak up. Roar like a lion. If someone's giving you grief, I'll be the first one to put them in their place. If you need someone to held a shield while you practice a swing, I'll help hold that shield. Be prepared to help yourself, and I'll help you do it. You need someone to do it for you, take a walk into the forest and don't come back."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 17:44:14</strong>
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				Sarah didn't flinch when he moved closer. She wanted so badly to knee him in the gut and give him a good black eye. More than anything else, she wanted to pick up her bag and sling it at him and watch him fall backwards into the fountain outside the cabin and hear everyone laugh at him. He was defiantly her brother. She couldn't imagine wanting to do that to someone other than an older brother. Sarah's mother had told her hundreds of times about how she met Ares in a biker bar and that she knew instantly who he was. Ares seemed to rarely let his children go unclaimed. He seemed to be proud of his 'little army' and from the number of kids in their cabin, he seemed to get around a lot. <br><br>One thing was very clear in her mind, though. She wanted to take the title of 'War Leader' by the end of the summer. She wanted to prove that she'd taken care of herself for eighteen years and fought off every monster that had dared to come to her house for the past two years. She wanted to prove that a daughter of Ares could be just as powerful as a son, "I do have a problem. You. But I guess, for now, I'll just throw that to the fact that you're my older brother. Little sisters area always annoyed with their brothers, aren't they?" she smirked before turning on her heels and storming out of the cabin. Sarah could only imagine what her summer was going to be like with him for a War Leader and having no sisters around. She'd really hoped that she wouldn't be the only daughter of Ares there. Maybe there were some unclaimed? Or, hopefully, some more would wander in throughout the summer. Sarah really hoped so.<br><br>For now, she decided to take a quick look around. If her brother wasn't going to give her a tour, then she'd just do it herself. It didn't take her long to figure out which cabin belonged to which God or Goddess. For the most part it was fairly obvious just by looking at them. For others, she had to wait for the strange signs to decode themselves in front of her eyes. She found the Aphrodite Cabin to be overly lavish, odd since her father was frequently mentioned as having a number of affairs with the love goddess. The Hermes' Cabin didn't look to bad, just a bit run down and with a large amount of kids coming in and out of it. Sarah did find the Hades' Cabin to be kind of 'cool' looking. She really liked the way Artemis' and Zeus' cabins looked, but she was drawn back eventually to the Hermes' cabin. Probably because she wanted a good look at the other kids. After all, they were here to train. It was only proper that she get a good look at possible allies and enemies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 19:08:49</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3562982#msg3562982">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 31-08-2010, 08:05:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She smiled at him and lifted her shoulders in a delicate shrug.<br><br>"Hopefully."<br><br>Honestly, she had no idea how to go about "being claimed." Perhaps she'd talk to the pretty cabin leader about that later and see what her advice was. Either way, she wasn't going to worry about that now. When Phil grabbed her shoulder, she tensed briefly but followed him anyway and smiled as they escaped the crowd of young demi-gods congregating at the fountain.<br><br>"Of course."<br><br>She had to admit that being out here was a bit exciting, as all of these kids had powers that she didn't even know about yet. She followed Phil trustingly and saw his cabin approaching.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The roof of grass shone in the fading sun. The walls were made of solid oak Tomato vines growing on the walls. It has wild flowers and roses growing on a porch. the windows had no glass and if he took her inside she would have saw the dirt floor.<br>Phil stopped her outside cabin number four. " this is Demeter's cabin, to the left we have Hera's cabin" he pointed to the high marble, it was shaped like a box with slim white columns, garlanded with pomegranates and flowers. The walls are carved with the images of peacocks. It had a gold roof, seemingly it was lifeless "its just an honor Hera doesn't sleep around ". <br><br>"To the left Athena's cabin" Phil pointed towards a silver colored building. The outside is very simple with silver curtains and an owl hanging over the doorway. "typically I make deals with them and the guys from the Hephaestus's cabin" He scratched the back of his neck. "tell me a fruit or vegetable I can actually grow it in a matter of seconds " he felt somewhat awkward around her. " Oh I could show you around to the rest of the cabins if you'd like " 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 19:27:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent and Abigale, returning to the cabin he just escaped.</em></div><br><strong>"What the hell is that? Like a social worker? I haven't seen mine since I was like fourteen... and thank him for what? Impounding my car and taking me across the damn country, I had a few cars I had to deliver tomorrow and when those big looking guys find out they are not ready they are gonna come looking for me." </strong><br>He was still more annoyed of being in the east coast then being forced into the camp as he figured he could leave whenever. Since his arrival he had yet to notice his surroundings or he would have seen the centaur and the satyrs but he was typically such a single task minded person he simply over looked all of it. The knowledge that "Officer Pana" took him on the day a group of monsters had caught scent of him would never reach Vincent, not that he would understand the true danger of it all until much later.<br><br><strong>"You can try darling, you aint the first one to try to tie me down...all though I could use a shower and a change of clothes, I borrowed this shirt."</strong><br>Leader of the cabin or whatever she did, he followed after her towards the cabin finally glancing around for once. The blurry signs caught his attention the most time, his hands moving to rub his eyes and blink. More of the words were becoming legible, words he had heard of but never really played close attention to. His lips mouthed the words slowly and silently, moving his attention from sign to sign.<br><em>"What the hell is going on...where the hell am I?"</em><br><strong>"So what the hell is this? Like a juvi-work camp?" </strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 20:01:31</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e99/pixiechanicons/jessicastam/040.png)</div><br>The daughter of Aphrodite followed him to the cabin and smiled. She liked Demeter's, as it was more focused on nature and such. Following this gestures, she saw some of the other cabins and tried to take it all in. Demeter's was still her favorite so far, but the others were interesting and beautiful. <br><br>At his challenge, she smiled and thought for a moment. Putting her hand on her hip, she spoke finally. <br><br>"Hmm...how about a tomato and then a plum?"<br><br>This was actually quite fun, and she was gradually feeling less homesick. She leaned back against the wall of the cabin and smiled. She liked him, and she didn't feel like she needed to be on her guard all the time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 20:02:10</strong>
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				It was hard for her not to get annoyed by this kind of thing. Vincent was obviously not a child. It always bothered her when parents never bothered to tell their children that they were demigods. Sure, some didn't know, but still. She figured they would of noticed that something was different about them. She always hated when they came to the camp at the age Vincent was and needed to be babysat through everything, "No. It's not like a social worker. A satyr, or at least the ones that come here, become Searchers. They are all over the country. They seek out people like you and bring them here as safely as possible. They are..." she lowered her voice so that any Satyrs that might be by wouldn't hear her, "...goat people. And don't worry about those cars. The men they are supposed to be delivered to will never remember you. The Satyr will make sure of that," Abby was never really sure how they did that and wasn't sure if she wanted to know. Probably just magic.<br><br>"And I have no intentions of trying to tie you down. Pin you down under a sword, maybe," she smirked to herself as they walked back towards the cabin, "I'll get you a camp uniform and show you were the showers are after we get you a bunk," Vincent was taking this better than most did. Some kids, even ones their age, broke down into tears. Vincent was either very slow or very accepting, Abigale hadn't decided which yet.<br><br>"This is Camp Half-Blood, and as I said before, I'm Abigale the Daughter of Hermes...or rather one of the daughters of Hermes. He has a lot of kids. You are...well, I'm not sure who your Olympian parent is, but till we find out you'll be in my cabin. So...what does that sign say?" she stopped and pointed to one of the carvings in the wood of Hermes' cabin. To any mortals it would appear as 'Ερμής', but she knew that Vincent should be able to read it as 'Hermes'. It was the easiest test to see if someone really was a demigod, even though a mortal could never come into the camp. Abigale felt it was easier to explain things to people if they started to notice stuff, "Anything interesting?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 20:27:56</strong>
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				Swiftly was night taking over the day, the sun was already descending behind the ridges of the mountain.&nbsp; A gentle breeze rolled down from the mountain as they walked up hill towards Camp Half-blood, home to Zachari for nearly twelve years.&nbsp; Three months had passed since he and his unclaimed brothers left camp for their quest, one Zeus himself gave to them.&nbsp; The eye of a black dragon, Zachari looked down at the gem that was once flesh.&nbsp; <strong>"Well brothers, with this Father will claim you, then you take your place where you belong."</strong> Zachari said, his voice cheerful and proud.&nbsp; He had been alone all this time and to now have brothers, even though he is a bit older than both, has made life a bit more enjoyable.<br><br>Three months tried on the young man, his face hadn't been shaven since they had left, hair longer and very unkept.&nbsp; His clothing and armor tore and in need of dire repair, bandages covered his arms and ribs.&nbsp; His six foot frame was worn out but he knew that there was one last thing to do, offer up the dragons eye to his father.&nbsp; Smiling as the Camps torches came into view, Zachari pulled the thunder horn from his bag.&nbsp; The gold horn was decorated with clouds and lightning bolts, a gift from Zeus. Bringing the horn to his lips Zachari blew into the horn, the horns bellow was deep and loud as if it was thunder rolling through the sky.&nbsp; A signal of his return.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 21:08:06</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3564763#msg3564763">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 31-08-2010, 20:01:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The daughter of Aphrodite followed him to the cabin and smiled. She liked Demeter's, as it was more focused on nature and such. Following this gestures, she saw some of the other cabins and tried to take it all in. Demeter's was still her favorite so far, but the others were interesting and beautiful. <br><br>At his challenge, she smiled and thought for a moment. Putting her hand on her hip, she spoke finally. <br><br>"Hmm...how about a tomato and then a plum?"<br><br>This was actually quite fun, and she was gradually feeling less homesick. She leaned back against the wall of the cabin and smiled. She liked him, and she didn't feel like she needed to be on her guard all the time.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Phil reached over her left shoulder and touched a green tomato. The Fruit began to turn to ripen with his touch. It turned the same shade as her hair, Phil grinned an plucked it from the vine. " Your tomato m'lady " he said holding it up to her. " hold on generating food from nothing is a little more difficult" Phil said, his eyes focused on his his empty palm. there was a splash of white light a large seed appeared. It began to grow rapidly. some juice dripped down onto his hand before the purple skin covered the plump plum.<br><br>"Most of my siblings can do the same, though I have the least trouble with it "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 22:01:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale has to explain the purpose of Camp-Halfblood to a rock (Vincent). </em></div><br><strong>"Under a sword? Why would you want to do that?"</strong><br>He looked at her facial features a little closer, thinking it was an ex-girlfriend and if she was...chances were she had every right to be made at him. His brow raised again as he tried to think about it, finding no sense in it all and simply shrugged it away as she mentioned a uniform. <br><strong>"Wait, what? A uniform? Can't I just go to a boot barn or something, I have some cash still. If you model something for me I might even pick up out something nice for ya."</strong><br><br>Vincent's voice had a Texan twang to it but lacked the manners since he did not have the "proper" upbringing most children needed to show common courtesy and respect. People loved or hated him, he was the kind of guy that did not know how to lie as he never saw the reason to do so. Looking over at her outfit he shook his head.<br><strong>"Nah, that aint going to work for me...looks good on you though"</strong><br><br>Glancing up at the sign he blinked his eyes as the words became readable.<br><strong>"Hermes? Hermes...ohh this is your dad's house...wait should I be here? Is he home?" </strong><br>He looked around, looking for this "Hermes" and hopes that he was not pissed off in some room. She had his curiosity, something inside of him really wanted to find out who his parents where. But he quickly dismissed it. <br><strong>"Wait my parents? Like my real parents? Bull shit! Fuck them and this, last thing I need is being told what to do after being on my own for the last five years." </strong>Turning he headed for the door, annoyed and pissed off at where he was. He mostly needed to blow off some steam. <br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www3.images.coolspotters.com/photos/192126/zachary-quinto-profile.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Clint comes "home"</em></div><br><em>Camp Half-Blood...</em><br>Clint walked up the barrier into the camp after sheathing the bloody dagger at his hip. Behind him he left a macabre ward to any other monsters in the forest who thought the could get away with pissing off the son of Hades. Pleased with his gore inspired totem, he took a deep breath of the death scented air before walking up the trail to the camp. It had been a long time since he had been back, his attitude indifferent about being back within his "family". <br><br>Walking pass the crowds that were assembling for dinner, he walked into the cabin of Hades and was surprised to see someone there.<br><strong>"Hey sis, long time no see." </strong><br>The strap across his shoulders was undone, dropping the duffel bag on the floor next to his bunk. Throwing himself onto the bed he groaned softly and yawned, planning on taking a nap for a few minutes. <br><strong>"You look ridiculous in that shirt by the way, trying to fit in with the rest of them?" </strong><br>He scoffed with another wide mouth yawn, turning onto his side to catch up with her, it had been a few years since he saw her last. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 22:51:21</strong>
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				When he wasn't hitting on her, Abigale thought she could actually tolerate him. Though the moment she started to feel bad for him, he brought up another comment about her body and she found herself wanting to punch him again, "If you don't want the uniform, then you'll get to stay with what you have right now. Whoever that shirt belongs to won't be so nice about you going through their stuff next time. Things like that can get you killed around here," she might of been the daughter of thieves, but even thieves had some morals. Abigale tried to do things that went against her father as much as possible. Instead of being out jogging everyday and keeping herself in top physical condition, she preferred to try and relax and take it easy. Sadly, her genetics usually won and she would end up climbing the rock wall or doing laps around the camp with her siblings.<br><br>She laughed when he asked if her dad was home. For some reason she found the idea of her dad being home very funny, "Oh Gods, no. I don't think a God or Goddess other than Mr. D has set foot in Camp Half-Blood in nearly a century. Dad never visits us here. I think he goes to the Big House from time to time to make a few deliveries, but he'd never come down to the cabin..." she found herself angry at her father quite often for stuff like that, "But yeah...it says Hermes."<br><br>Vincent went on about 'fuck' his parents and she saw him getting ready to leave again, "Wait...come back here..." she jogged after him. If he was going to wander around, she might as well go with. The other new comers to cabin eleven seemed to be doing okay for the time being, so it was better that she help the one that was having trouble, "Listen. I know you're probably a little confused. I was too, at first. I didn't get dragged in here by a 'cop', but I didn't have the most pleasant of entries either. You know, I bet we have a lot in common. I bet teachers and adults have always complained about you being 'hyperactive' or that you have attention problems. I do too. I also bet you have trouble reading, cause I do too," she smiled as she jogged backwards in front of him, "We all do...well...almost...some of the others trained themselves to read modern languages, but a lot haven't. It's difficult to do."<br><br>"I don't want to tell you want to do, Vincent. No one here does. We just want to help you. We don't want to make a you better person or even help you fit in. We just want to help you understand who you are and help you protect yourself. This isn't a school or a normal camp. You can do almost anything you want. About the only things you can't do here is kill people, drink, or get stoned..." though kids sometimes found ways around the last two, "There's not really anywhere to go, though. We're in the middle of no where and there aren't any cars or phones...So, what do you say? Come back and talk to me or I can go back by myself and worry about you. We don't even have to go back to the cabin. We could go to the Mess Hall or the Stables, though those are pretty far away, or the lake. Just about anywhere, except the forest."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 23:02:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta follows Phil to Demeter's cabin and observes his powers.</em></div><br>Rosetta smiled and looked genuinely happy as he sped up the growth rate of a tomato already growing on the wall of the cabin. She took it as her eyes sparkled and took one juicy bite. Groaning, she chuckled. <br><br>"That might be the best tomato I've ever eaten."<br><br>However, she paused when she saw him producing a plum from thin air. Her eyes widened, and she gave an excited giggle as she took the plum from his hand eagerly. Taking it to her lips, she took a big bite and laughed as the juice ran down her chin. Pulling it away, she licked her lips and used her free hand to gather the juices dripping toward her neck and scooped it up. Sucking her sticky fingers into her mouth, she smiled and spoke happily.&nbsp; <br><br>"That was amazing! Thank you."<br><br>She was gradually becoming less nervous around him, and as she moved closer, she look like she was actually having fun.<br><br>"Your powers are so neat and useful...mine aren't."<br><br>She didn't expand on that statement, though, as she moved past him to touch the tomato vines gently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 01:00:24</strong>
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				Phil shook his head " Non-sense all powers can be useful, when you know how to apply them " <br>He had grown semi-hard after watching her eat the plum, he figured talking about her powers or showing her around might help with the situation. 'dont say something stupid' he thought as she moved closer&nbsp; to him. <br><br>"Say Rose have you ever tried sacrificing to your mother " he asked. 'idiot why bring that up' he groaned on the inside
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 01:34:27</strong>
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				Rosetta, or Rose, turned to Phil when he said this and shrugged before answering him a bit enigmatically.<br><br>"I suppose...but many can be dangerous and hurtful as well...not to mention annoying."<br><br>She sighed in irritation at herself and then ran one slender and manicured finger down a vine before putting the plum back to her mouth and taking another bite. She dropped her tomato in the process, and she blushed guiltily.<br><br>"I'm sorry...I just wasted it."<br><br>She almost bent down to pick it up, but she knew it would be silly. Sighing, she continued to eat the plum and licked her lips before turning back to him and maintaining eye contact. At his question, she froze briefly and then looked surprised.<br><br>"No...no, I haven't. I don't know how, and I wouldn't know what to sacrifice either. If I'm even her daughter..."<br><br>She mumbled these last words. She believed her father, and she knew it made sense, but it was still a lot to take in. Swallowing, she finished the plum and then began licking her fingers slowly, one by one. <br><br>"It's not like she's in charge of something easy...no, it had to be sex and love."<br><br>She sounded semi-sarcastic, but she was half serious. That did make it difficult.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 02:01:30</strong>
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				Phil shrugged " dont worry about it Rosetta, it'll just compost ". <br>He looked down at the tomato, slowly it sank into the earth rich brown soil left in its place.<br>Shaking his head as she shared her little doubt with him. " the gods sire many children, sometimes we are forgotten, sometimes we are not wanted." he paused and brought a hand up to stroke her cheek. they had become so close. His powers were pushing them together, though he hardly noticed it as he was so caught up in her. <br><br>" Sacrificing to our parents is easy, all that is needed is some fire, a prayer and food or sometimes flowers work" he said leaning forward slightly. 'go for the kill you idiot' he thought to himself&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 02:17:51</strong>
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				She smiled again as she saw the quick compost of the magical tomato, and secretly couldn't wait to see what other strange things this camp held. She'd already seen a centaur and several other odd things, but she had a feeling the strangeness was just beginning. Still, when he said something about being unwanted or forgotten, Rosetta shrugged.<br><br>"If my mother is everything people say she is, then I don't know how she doesn't have a million little babies running around. I would assume that one night with my human father would have hardly left an impact on her, so the fact that I haven't heard anything probably means you're right. Either she doesn't know, or she doesn't care."<br><br>She sighed and didn't even realize that his powers were causing the roots to pull them a bit closer together. <br><br>"But I'm doing this for my dad...and hopefully to learn some things about myself and my heritage...even if she doesn't recognize me."<br><br>The words tasted bitter, though, and she felt like she had every right to be recognized.<br><br>"I have a feeling she'd like flowers more, so I might try that sometime."<br><br>It was this moment when she realized that he was stroking her cheek and leaning in closer. Immediately she wanted to run, as this kind of physical contact is what she had strove to avoid ever since she hit puberty. It wasn't just for them, either...once she was touched by someone she felt remotely attracted to, her own arousal could spike and lead her into bad decisions and poor judgment. However, he was a fellow demigod, and he seemed incredibly nice. If it had been that guy in the handcuffs from earlier, she might have just ignored him altogether in protection...but Phil seemed harmless enough...although not in a weak or young way. <br><br>Since her mother and Ares were in an everlasting affair, she'd been warned by her father to stay away from sons of Ares....and Phil was Demeter. That had to count for something, right? And beside, it was all innocent right now.<br><br>After all this rationalization, she smiled up at him and didn't move away. It wouldn't be long before dinner anyway, so a little flirting couldn't hurt. Her eyes met his and she could see him moving closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 02:39:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent decides to stay a while...</em></div><br><strong>"Yea yea, I'm a dumbass, I know that already, no one ever let me forget that." </strong><br>Vincent grumbled as he kept walking away from the safety of the camp, intending on leaving the place as she chased after him. Glancing back he noticed she did not give up, why was she so persistent? He was not sure to people caring about him or showing him concern, it was as if he was being pushed aside and just as he was starting to find a niche in the world for himself was pulled away from it. <br><br>He stopped on the edge of where the camp turned into forest, sighing as he thought about everything she had just said. There was no way in hell any of it made sense, trying to work things out in his head was not a strong suit of his. Taking a risk and deciding to trust her and turned around, reserving the comment that the place seemed like a jail if he could not drink and no matter how good the camp might have been not having the option to leave made it a prison. <br><strong>"You just met me...why do you care about what happens to me?"</strong><br><br>Annoyance and confusion was etched heavy in his features, waiting for a good answer as if he was on the edge of coming back to the camp when she mentioned food and stables. He liked to eat and he liked riding horses, the anger began to fade from his face as he looked back towards the camp with more than a curious glance. <br><strong>"Well I was trying to find my way to get something to eat when you ran into me...do they make good food here?"</strong><br>Vincent was going to need her to show him to the mess hall but at least the thoughts of wanting to leave were starting to wane at last. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 03:05:41</strong>
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				Abigale smirked as she saw his urge to leave faltering. His question about why did she car was a pretty common one, "Because you're one of us. You may not realize it yet, but you are. We have to stick together," many heroes went off on their own in the end, but while they were here they were just one big, dysfunctional family, "And I'm your cabin leader. It would look bad if you ran off and got yourself killed on the first day. If you're going to run into the forest and commit suicide, at least wait till the end of the week and do it on a full stomach," she smiled as he mentioned the food.<br><br>"The food is the best. Almost anything you could want or think of. The Harpies always seem to know just what to make. Same goes for drinks, though nothing alcoholic. Apparently before Mr. D took over as camp director they used to allow alcohol, but since he's not allowed to drink during his time here, he's forbidden us from it too. He's a jerk sometimes, but he'd die to protect us all. The Harpies might be a bunch of old hags, but they're good cooks...at least I think they are the ones doing the cooking, they might just do clean up. I've never been quite sure..." Abigale thought it best to keep him moving towards the dining hall while she had his attention away from leaving, so she pinched the front of his white shirt and started leading him away from the forest, "I think you'll really like it here if you give it a shot..."<br><br>"So, Vincent, ask me some questions. I've been coming here for three years, so I know a lot about the place...and we need to fill up some time, the dining hall is at least a ten minute walk from here and that's if we walk fast. Or even tell me about yourself," she was still trying to pin down who is parent might be, "Do you like sports? Fight a lot? Find yourself laying around in cemeteries?" odd questions, but they served a purpose; other than making herself look a little weird.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 03:23:58</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3565308#msg3565308">Quote from: Aiden on 31-08-2010, 22:01:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://www3.images.coolspotters.com/photos/192126/zachary-quinto-profile.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Clint comes "home"</em></div><br><em>Camp Half-Blood...</em><br>Clint walked up the barrier into the camp after sheathing the bloody dagger at his hip. Behind him he left a macabre ward to any other monsters in the forest who thought the could get away with pissing off the son of Hades. Pleased with his gore inspired totem, he took a deep breath of the death scented air before walking up the trail to the camp. It had been a long time since he had been back, his attitude indifferent about being back within his "family". <br><br>Walking pass the crowds that were assembling for dinner, he walked into the cabin of Hades and was surprised to see someone there.<br><strong>"Hey sis, long time no see." </strong><br>The strap across his shoulders was undone, dropping the duffel bag on the floor next to his bunk. Throwing himself onto the bed he groaned softly and yawned, planning on taking a nap for a few minutes. <br><strong>"You look ridiculous in that shirt by the way, trying to fit in with the rest of them?" </strong><br>He scoffed with another wide mouth yawn, turning onto his side to catch up with her, it had been a few years since he saw her last. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She took a final look at the campers milling about like lost sheep.&nbsp; Were they truly meant to be here?&nbsp; Perhaps not, but they would know by the end of the summer.&nbsp; Many of them would end up bruised, knocked around and possibly be nursing broken limbs.&nbsp; True, Demi-gods were made of sturdy stuff, but you put something that's equally sturdy and hits just as hard, broken bones were inevitable.&nbsp; But a few... They wouldn't live to see Fall.&nbsp; It did not make her sad, but it made her cringe a little bit. Pushing open the door, she stepped into the gloom of the cabin.&nbsp; When it had been built, whoever designed it left glowing lanterns hanging from ceiling that illuminated the space.<br><br>Sinking onto her bunk, she stared at the one opposite her with something close to agony.&nbsp; While the children of Hades did not find much love for life, they did hold their siblings in high regard.&nbsp; To cross a brother or sister of another was to sign your death warrant.&nbsp; Her brother had left a few years ago on some errand for the Gods.&nbsp; He hadn't come back at the end of the summer, or any time between then and the next.&nbsp; Cecilia had given up seeing him again, but his bed remained and reminded her the cost of being a Demi-God day after day.&nbsp; The sound of the door opening, she looked up- a snarl already on her lips.&nbsp; It died instantly as the familiar head passed through the threshold.&nbsp; <br><br>It was stunned silence that met his first greeting, and then after when he flung himself haphazardly onto his bed.&nbsp; Cecilia stared at him and slowly regained her composure as he scoffed at her.&nbsp; Same old, same old.&nbsp; Gone for years and still a pain in her backside.&nbsp; She peeled off the orange shirt, balling it up and hurling it at his head, <strong>"You don't call, you don't write?"</strong>&nbsp; She glared at him, and growled, <strong>"Where the fuck have you been?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 03:55:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent and Abigale head to dinner...</em></div><br><strong>"A family..." </strong><br>Vincent walked in silence for a few minutes as he thought about it, looking over at her a few times then back towards the camp, holding his thoughts to himself. Many had claimed in the past that they would be his family and like clockwork he was sent away, after the third time he didn't really think that word had meaning anymore. <em>Cabin Leader huh?</em> Shoving his hands into his pockets he shook the silly ideas away as he wanted to change his mood a little. <br><strong>"Then I want a rack of ribs and an entire plate of lasagna and if I have room a slice of pecan pie." </strong><br><br>His stomach grumbled loudly enough for her to hear, if anything was going to keep him around would be good food. The loss of alcohol was a bit concerning, but he was sure he could find a way around that, this camp could not be dry not that he drank much unless he was out hitting the bars. <br><strong>"Some questions, alright...when did you lose your virginity?" </strong><br>He smiled, even if she did not answer his mood had shifted back to his normal self. <br><br><strong>"I quit school at fourteen, the only thing I was ever good at was wood and metal shop. I aced auto shop, my teacher joked that I was born with a wrench in my hand. Around that time I got a job at a car shop and quit school, they wanted me to clean but when their techs couldn't drop and engine and put it back in by lunch time I got my shot. I made a lot of money, so there I was fifteen with my own place, I had to get credit on my bosses name...or I'd get no utilities. Truth be, I was kinda happy, so being brought out here...is not exactly what I wanted. Who would lay in a cemetery, that is stupid!"</strong><br><br><hr><hr><hr><div align="center"><em><br>Clint and Cecilia "catch up"</em></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://derek.broox.com/photo/crystal-head-vodka/15581/red-crystal-head-skull-vo.jpg)</div><strong>"Much better, now I can't see you..."</strong><br>It was not like them to show true affection in hugs and kisses, the alone was reserved for a lover and nothing more. His body under his clothes was bruised and battered but he would heal in due time. Yawning loudly he tossed the shirt back at her, connecting with her face as she did with his earlier.<br><strong>"Keep your crap of my bed"</strong><br>With a groan he sat up and faced her, pulling his bag over to dig into it as he began to speak.<br><br><strong>"Do you remember that dusty basement dad has back home?"</strong><br>A wicked smirk crossed his face, only she would know that he was talking about the underworld itself and while he would not normally tell anyone of his "adventures", Cecilla and him were as close as any "normal" sibling could be. It had to be because they had to stick together, being the offspring of the God of Death meant they were normally singled out by the others.&nbsp; <br><strong>"Well, I decided I would be a good son and clean it out for him...and I ended up losing track of time..."</strong><br>The smile on his lips sharpened, if she deciphered what he was saying then she would pick up that he went down there for the purpose of strengthening the mastery over his powers. Not even the offspring of Ares could kill like a child of Hades could.<br><strong>"And I found this...for the cabin" </strong><br>Pulling out red looking orb, on closer inspection it was a perfect replica of a (human) skull carved out of red crystal. He had no idea what it was but it would make a great door stop for the cabin or even a paper weight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 06:31:39</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3567319#msg3567319">Quote from: Aiden on 01-09-2010, 03:55:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><hr><hr><hr><div align="center"><em><br>Clint and Cecilia "catch up"</em></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://derek.broox.com/photo/crystal-head-vodka/15581/red-crystal-head-skull-vo.jpg)</div><strong>"Much better, now I can't see you..."</strong><br>It was not like them to show true affection in hugs and kisses, the alone was reserved for a lover and nothing more. His body under his clothes was bruised and battered but he would heal in due time. Yawning loudly he tossed the shirt back at her, connecting with her face as she did with his earlier.<br><strong>"Keep your crap of my bed"</strong><br>With a groan he sat up and faced her, pulling his bag over to dig into it as he began to speak.<br><br><strong>"Do you remember that dusty basement dad has back home?"</strong><br>A wicked smirk crossed his face, only she would know that he was talking about the underworld itself and while he would not normally tell anyone of his "adventures", Cecilla and him were as close as any "normal" sibling could be. It had to be because they had to stick together, being the offspring of the God of Death meant they were normally singled out by the others.&nbsp; <br><strong>"Well, I decided I would be a good son and clean it out for him...and I ended up losing track of time..."</strong><br>The smile on his lips sharpened, if she deciphered what he was saying then she would pick up that he went down there for the purpose of strengthening the mastery over his powers. Not even the offspring of Ares could kill like a child of Hades could.<br><strong>"And I found this...for the cabin" </strong><br>Pulling out red looking orb, on closer inspection it was a perfect replica of a (human) skull carved out of red crystal. He had no idea what it was but it would make a great door stop for the cabin or even a paper weight.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She hissed at him, fighting the childish urge to stick her tongue out and blow a raspberry at him.&nbsp; Just because she wore black and this cabin was so damn gloomy she seemed to fade away was not her fault.&nbsp; <strong>"Like you show up any better, Ghost,"</strong> She teased, and then she did follow her urge to blow a raspberry.&nbsp; Cecilia considered her brother, who was in all actuality, her real bother.&nbsp; They were twins, fraternal, but none the less twins.&nbsp; She was not sure anyone in camp knew but for Mr. D and Chiron.&nbsp; And maybe a couple Satyr Protectors.&nbsp; The orange camp shirt came flying back at her face and she yelped, clawing the material off her face.&nbsp; Narrowing her eyes, she grumbled but settled in to listen to his explanation of his disappearance.<br><br>They had been to the Underworld several times, and she knew exactly what he was talking about.&nbsp; After Hades had claimed them as his children, and they had completed a quest in his honor- they had been brought to the Underworld to see him.&nbsp; She leaned forward and plucked the skull from his hand, examining it with a critical eye.&nbsp; <strong>"You have no idea what it does... And you took it from Dad's house?&nbsp; Its a really sparkly paper weight,"</strong> Cecilia snorted and placed it on her nightstand.&nbsp; As it hit the table with a soft thunk, the sound of a horn bellowed across the camp.&nbsp; She would know that horn anywhere and she stood.<br><br><strong>"Looks like Zeus' brat is back,"</strong> She grinned, and grabbed his shirt- hauling him to his feet.&nbsp; <strong>"Let us greet our cousin,"</strong> Cecilia said, pushing him out the door forcibly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 06:37:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3566660#msg3566660">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 01-09-2010, 02:17:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She smiled again as she saw the quick compost of the magical tomato, and secretly couldn't wait to see what other strange things this camp held. She'd already seen a centaur and several other odd things, but she had a feeling the strangeness was just beginning. Still, when he said something about being unwanted or forgotten, Rosetta shrugged.<br><br>"If my mother is everything people say she is, then I don't know how she doesn't have a million little babies running around. I would assume that one night with my human father would have hardly left an impact on her, so the fact that I haven't heard anything probably means you're right. Either she doesn't know, or she doesn't care."<br><br>She sighed and didn't even realize that his powers were causing the roots to pull them a bit closer together. <br><br>"But I'm doing this for my dad...and hopefully to learn some things about myself and my heritage...even if she doesn't recognize me."<br><br>The words tasted bitter, though, and she felt like she had every right to be recognized.<br><br>"I have a feeling she'd like flowers more, so I might try that sometime."<br><br>It was this moment when she realized that he was stroking her cheek and leaning in closer. Immediately she wanted to run, as this kind of physical contact is what she had strove to avoid ever since she hit puberty. It wasn't just for them, either...once she was touched by someone she felt remotely attracted to, her own arousal could spike and lead her into bad decisions and poor judgment. However, he was a fellow demigod, and he seemed incredibly nice. If it had been that guy in the handcuffs from earlier, she might have just ignored him altogether in protection...but Phil seemed harmless enough...although not in a weak or young way. <br><br>Since her mother and Ares were in an everlasting affair, she'd been warned by her father to stay away from sons of Ares....and Phil was Demeter. That had to count for something, right? And beside, it was all innocent right now.<br><br>After all this rationalization, she smiled up at him and didn't move away. It wouldn't be long before dinner anyway, so a little flirting couldn't hurt. Her eyes met his and she could see him moving closer.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Phil brushed his lips against hers, he could not help but want to taste her soft lips. Part of him knew it had a little to do with her powers, part of it was her hair. Phil had always loved the color red. it hit him that he had just kissed her. red heads were supposed to have tempers, would she lash out at him? <br><br>Phil prayed to the gods she didnt <br><br>Then he heard it the horn. " oh great Mr. High and Mighty Returns " he groaned 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 07:29:42</strong>
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				Riley wondered through the camp, putting a few things to order as he went. He had to sound off on a few kids who decided to use the main pathway of the camp as their own battleground, by disarming them, and sending a shift kick to their rears. He helped a few of Hephaestus’ kids move some heavy contraption they made, out of the way, and generally made sure to keep the chaos of opening day down to a minimum before dinner. He saw old friends united and new friends made, and it made him glad to be in camp at the moment. Glad to be with people who at least had a chance of understanding what he went through when not in camp.<br><br>He directed a big farm boy to Demeter’s cabin, before he heard the horn sound throughout the camp. He grinned and walked back to the gates of Camp Half-Blood. <em>Well…Zachari, boy thunder, returns</em> he thought with a grin. Anyone who came back from a quest was to rightfully receive a hero’s welcome. Even more-so if they came back successful. Riley nodded at the guy, respect to both his position in camp, and the accomplishment of survival, before issuing an order to the guard on watch to get the returning heroes some ambrosia and some new clothes. Though he wasn’t in command, he most certainly sounded like he was, and the watch guard ran to complete his task.<br><br>From there, he just gave the returned their space. He didn’t know Zachari personally, but that didn’t stop him from making sure the guy got the kind of help he would want upon his own return from a quest some day. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 07:46:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><div align="center">Clint is dragged to greet his cousin, Zachy</div></div><br><strong>"Must you use that word..."</strong><br>He was referring to the word "sparkly", thinking she had said it to annoy him as she observed the skull and quickly put it down. With a shrug of his shoulders he was about to lay back down even after hearing the horn.<br><strong>"I doubt he'll know it is missing...besides its not like...hey what the hell!"</strong><br><br>Clint found himself on his feet and getting pushed out of the sanctuary of their father's cabin with her small hands at his back. If he really wanted to resist her he would have but he was lost in thought for a moment, why was she so eager to meet up with Zach? Like their father's before them, there was no true love between them, but they were still family. <br><strong>"Can we not and say we did...wait a minute..."</strong><br>Turning to face her he had a look of disbelief on his face. His eyes locked on hers before he spoke again.<br><strong>"Something isn't adding up, you didn't care about him before...ohh you like him...don't you? Holy shit you like, wow Cecilla is growing up." </strong><br><br>He teased his sister with a grin, chuckling as he turned and took her hand in order for her to not be able to run away from him as he made his way up towards the general area that most of them gathered for social activities. A huge grin was on his face as they moved towards the crowd.<br><strong>"You do know...that is like first degree incest right? I mean the others are like second and third cousins, even this is to weird for me." </strong><br>A few glances were tossed towards the daughters of Athena as they weaved through the crowd and finally came in sight of Zues's favored son. Nudging Cecilla forward, he crossed his arms and shouted out between all the welcoming cheers and ass kisses. It would take much more than a successful quest to patch up the tension between the offspring of Hades and Zues. <br><strong>"Shave the beard Zachy, it doesn't look good on you!" </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 15:37:44</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3564878#msg3564878">Quote from: GraveRobber21 on 31-08-2010, 20:27:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Swiftly was night taking over the day, the sun was already descending behind the ridges of the mountain.&nbsp; A gentle breeze rolled down from the mountain as they walked up hill towards Camp Half-blood, home to Zachari for nearly twelve years.&nbsp; Three months had passed since he and his unclaimed brothers left camp for their quest, one Zeus himself gave to them.&nbsp; The eye of a black dragon, Zachari looked down at the gem that was once flesh.&nbsp; <strong>"Well brothers, with this Father will claim you, then you take your place where you belong."</strong> Zachari said, his voice cheerful and proud.&nbsp; He had been alone all this time and to now have brothers, even though he is a bit older than both, has made life a bit more enjoyable.<br><br>Three months tried on the young man, his face hadn't been shaven since they had left, hair longer and very unkept.&nbsp; His clothing and armor tore and in need of dire repair, bandages covered his arms and ribs.&nbsp; His six foot frame was worn out but he knew that there was one last thing to do, offer up the dragons eye to his father.&nbsp; Smiling as the Camps torches came into view, Zachari pulled the thunder horn from his bag.&nbsp; The gold horn was decorated with clouds and lightning bolts, a gift from Zeus. Bringing the horn to his lips Zachari blew into the horn, the horns bellow was deep and loud as if it was thunder rolling through the sky.&nbsp; A signal of his return.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mr. D and Chiron were sitting on the porch of the Big House playing a game of pinochle. They were lightly discussing the upcoming Chariot Race. It was the first year in a long time that the races had been held, mostly because of the 2 deaths and 17 injuries during the last one. The day hadn't been too bad for the first of the summer. The strawberry fields were doing nicely and a lot of the kids from last year had managed to return safely, or at least in decent condition. <br><br>The sound of the horn made them both perk up, "Well, the brat lived..."<br><br>"Come now, D, be nice. Just because you're sore with his father for making you come here..."<br><br>"And taking away my wine..." Mr. D added.<br><br>"...doesn't mean you need to be so harsh with him. We should go greet him," Chiron stood up and started towards the camp entrance, but Mr. D didn't move, "You coming?"<br><br>Mr. D snorted, "He can come to dinner like the rest of them. He's not getting special treatment from me..."<br><br>Chiron shrugged, also wondering a little when Mr. D had given anyone special treatment. The centaur trotted to greet Zachari. Not many came back from quests assigned by Zeus. This was a great honor, more so for Zachari. He knew the boy wouldn't of come back if he hadn't succeeded. It was easy enough for him to weave his way through the children and he galloped up the hill, "Welcome back, Zachari. I take it you were successful...and in need of some clothing...?" he eyed the torn and worn armor, "Maybe a little Nectar and ambrosia for those wounds..."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3567319#msg3567319">Quote from: Aiden on 01-09-2010, 03:55:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><em>Vincent and Abigale head to dinner...</em></div><br><strong>"A family..." </strong><br>Vincent walked in silence for a few minutes as he thought about it, looking over at her a few times then back towards the camp, holding his thoughts to himself. Many had claimed in the past that they would be his family and like clockwork he was sent away, after the third time he didn't really think that word had meaning anymore. <em>Cabin Leader huh?</em> Shoving his hands into his pockets he shook the silly ideas away as he wanted to change his mood a little. <br><strong>"Then I want a rack of ribs and an entire plate of lasagna and if I have room a slice of pecan pie." </strong><br><br>His stomach grumbled loudly enough for her to hear, if anything was going to keep him around would be good food. The loss of alcohol was a bit concerning, but he was sure he could find a way around that, this camp could not be dry not that he drank much unless he was out hitting the bars. <br><strong>"Some questions, alright...when did you lose your virginity?" </strong><br>He smiled, even if she did not answer his mood had shifted back to his normal self. <br><br><strong>"I quit school at fourteen, the only thing I was ever good at was wood and metal shop. I aced auto shop, my teacher joked that I was born with a wrench in my hand. Around that time I got a job at a car shop and quit school, they wanted me to clean but when their techs couldn't drop and engine and put it back in by lunch time I got my shot. I made a lot of money, so there I was fifteen with my own place, I had to get credit on my bosses name...or I'd get no utilities. Truth be, I was kinda happy, so being brought out here...is not exactly what I wanted. Who would lay in a cemetery, that is stupid!"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I think that can be arranged," she commented as he said what he wanted to eat. Abigale learned a long time ago that it was better to just accept that the food was there than to question how it go there. Sometimes one just had to accept things as they were.<br><br>Once again, just as the thought he was being a decent person, he made a snide comment about her virginity. All she did was roll her eyes and snip back a little, "Who says I lost it?"&nbsp; she wasn't a virgin, but at the moment she didn't think that was any of his business. Thankfully, he went on about himself and she smiled. It was always good when they opened up. Made things easier.<br><br>"Sounds nice. Living on your own and making your own way in life. And who really cares what teachers say? They always said I was an idiot just because I couldn't read 'Romeo &amp; Juliet'. Took me like six months just to get through the first act," it wasn't a boring story, but her dyslexia made it difficult, "They said I wasn't trying hard enough. A lot of us go through that, but it's a lot easier once your here. Everything's written so we can understand it," Abigale doubted he would understand that right now, but she hoped he would by at least the end of the week, "You'd be surprised," she said softly about the cemetery, "I promise, you might miss your old life for now, but by the end of the summer you may not want to leave. But if you do, I'm sure it can be arranged for you to return to your life as it was before..." chances were that it wouldn't though. Being here all summer seemed to heighten the demigod scent. If Vincent left, the monsters would be attracted to him instantly. He'd never have the life he did before back, but it was best not to mention that right now.<br><br>The sound of the horn caught her attention. At first she thought it was the dinner horn, but no, it was a different one, "Zachari...guess he's back..." Abigale had no interest in greeting her cousin, or whatever he was. Family trees got so mixed up around here. Zachari was a son of Zeus, but so was her father. So she guessed they were cousins in some form, "Let's go get some food," she smiled brightly and grabbed Vincent's hand, tugging him to the Mess Hall, which was actually a large dining pavilion. <br><br>There were thirteen long tables, each filled with all sorts of food. The tables were arranged in a circle and there was a large fire pit in the center. The fire was already blazing, "We shouldn't eat till the others get here, but I'm sure you're not the first new comer to start a little early. Just make sure you throw some of your food into the fire first. That's really important. <em>They</em> like the smell."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 17:38:53</strong>
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				Rosetta felt his lips brush hers, and her eyes closed. As soon as he kissed her, it was like a dam unleashed, and she pressed her lips against his more firmly, groaning as she wrapped her hand around his head and pulled him closer. A daughter of Aphrodite didn't need much encouragement to deepen something physical, and now she remembered why she had avoided most physical contact her whole life. Letting her tongue come out to lick along the seam of his lips, she was about ready to go even further when the horn blared and Phil said something. Embarrassed, she pulled away and licked her lips before letting his head go and blushing.<br><br>"Sorry about that..."<br><br>She tried to change the subject.<br><br>"Who's Mr. High and Mighty?"<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her breathing, even as her body was demanding she kiss him again. Cursing her genetics silently, she forced herself to remain where she was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 20:13:31</strong>
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				Harold grumbled to himself as he made his way through the forest, his eyes flicking from side to side at the sounds of twigs breaking every now and then.&nbsp; He figured it was probably just deer, or squirrels, or some other forest animal, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being followed, watched.&nbsp; Stopping for a moment to give his leg a rest, he shifted his duffel bag higher onto his shoulder, reaching down to rub his leg through the brace.&nbsp; Ever since a car accident years ago, his leg was always in near-constant pain; sometimes just a dull ache, other times he could barely stand.&nbsp; And if it wasn't for the brace, one he had design and put together himself, he would have been limping along, leaning heavily on a cane, instead of being able to walk almost normally.<br><br>The pain dying down thanks to the short rest, he let out a sigh and continued on his way.&nbsp; "Just what the hell were mom and pop thinking, sending me out here on my own?&nbsp; Telling me this supposed camp will be good for me, that it'll prepare me for a life in the real world.&nbsp; I'm already prepared!&nbsp; I'm eighteen for fuck's sake!"&nbsp; Noticing a break in the trees up ahead, he started to walk faster, brace jangling noisily as he hurried.&nbsp; Exiting the treeline, he noticed a large hill up ahead, and beyond it, he could hear the sounds of people walking around, talking, smoke curling up into the air, the smells of food making his stomach gurgle.&nbsp; "Finally, it's about..freakin'...ti-whoa..."&nbsp; Pushing himself up to the top of the hill, he stopped and stared in amazement at the scene before him.&nbsp; This was not the kind of camp he was expecting.&nbsp; People were milling about, scurrying to cabins situated around the camp.&nbsp; His eyes widened as he saw what looked like someone with the body of a horse, with the torso and head of a man attached to it.&nbsp; "Nah, can't be.&nbsp; Probably just some dude on a horse, and my eyes are playing tricks on me."<br><br>Slowly making his way down the hill, he walked into the camp, the noise of his leg brace announcing his presence.&nbsp; His head moved this way and that, taking everything in, eyes wide in amazement.&nbsp; He saw people fighting with swords and spears, others wearing what looked like breastplates and helmets.&nbsp; And he found himself stopping suddenly, his duffel bag falling to the ground as he gaped at what he could now tell was definitely a centaur.&nbsp; "No..fucking..way.&nbsp; This can't be real.&nbsp; Yeah, I must have tripped, and hit my head on a rock, or passed out from hunger or something.&nbsp; This has to be a dream."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 20:20:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent at the Feast Pavilion with Abigale </em></div><hr><br><strong>"Zack? Who is that?" </strong><br>He asked as they got to the food and scoffed when she suggested they wait for the others. Another common courtesy that was alien to him he reached for a plate and made his way through the tables creating a nice selection of his favorites. There was lasagna and there was ribs but there were a few more of his favorites, the thought of waiting did not appeal to him one bit no matter if he seemed crass to a bunch of people he didn't know. <br><strong>"Hey, if they all want to waste time while there is a feast out here that is there problem..." </strong><br><br>With his smorgasbord spread between two plates he looked for a table, looking back for Abigale. <br><strong>"So what is this about tossing some of my food in the fire?"</strong><br>Confused with the etiquette of the camp he reached and took the nicest looking thing on his plate, a meaty and glazed half rack of ribs and launched it into the flame before sitting down. <br><strong>"Ohh and what is your story? You know most of mine now." </strong><br>The first bite in the remaining rack of ribs nearly had his eyes roll to the back of his head, he had never eaten anything so good in his life. Barbecue stained around his lips, something he wiped off with the back of his hand before he continued eating, glancing back at her once in a while to let her know he was not ignoring her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 20:51:36</strong>
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				Abigale wasn't sure how to explain Zack. They were cousins in some way, but he was also the son of one of the Big Three. Not just any of the three, but The One. Zeus, king of a Gods. Lord of the sky. That wasn't an easy thing to explain to someone that was just thrown into all this. So she didn't mention it and instead helped to lead him away from the subject as he helped himself to the food, "It's just a tradition," she'd explain the idea of the Gods liking the smell of the burning food later, "Kind of a tribute," she grabbed an apple from the table and tossed it in, giving a small prayer to her father to protect the camp this year, "You'll get used to stuff like that..."<br><br>"Me? Oh..." Abby wasn't sure if she wanted to answer, "Not so different from everyone else, I suppose. My mom and dad met a long time ago. She got pregnant, he didn't stick around. The school told my mom that I wasn't trying hard enough. That I wasn't <em>applying</em> myself and junk like that. Got in some trouble for stealing when I was fourteen...then mom told me that I had to come here when I was sixteen. We almost made it, but something caught up to us and...well...mom died about a mile outside the camp. Chiron found me and brought be over the camp boundaries and I've been here ever since. I got to meet my dad once after coming here. I would of punched him, but he's hard to catch and I couldn't really bring myself to do it..." she shrugged, part of her wondered if he would of really let her do it if she'd had the nerve.<br><br>"That's a pretty common story. A lot of kids are angry at their parents and a lot of them have had a parent die. Some don't know who their parents are...but being here has been the best thing in my life. No one judges you. They might take shots at you, but a lot of them have been through the same kinds of things," when he wasn't hitting on her, Vincent really was kinda nice, he was like a puppy. Abigale just had to remind herself that almost everyone comes here confused or lost.<br><br>Abigale thought it was time for his next little shock. Apparently the sign hadn't been enough, "Thirsty?" she picked up an empty cup and held it out to him, "Just say what you want. I promise it'll work."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 21:53:19</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3569476#msg3569476">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 01-09-2010, 17:38:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Rosetta felt his lips brush hers, and her eyes closed. As soon as he kissed her, it was like a dam unleashed, and she pressed her lips against his more firmly, groaning as she wrapped her hand around his head and pulled him closer. A daughter of Aphrodite didn't need much encouragement to deepen something physical, and now she remembered why she had avoided most physical contact her whole life. Letting her tongue come out to lick along the seam of his lips, she was about ready to go even further when the horn blared and Phil said something. Embarrassed, she pulled away and licked her lips before letting his head go and blushing.<br><br>"Sorry about that..."<br><br>She tried to change the subject.<br><br>"Who's Mr. High and Mighty?"<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her breathing, even as her body was demanding she kiss him again. Cursing her genetics silently, she forced herself to remain where she was.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Phil remembered she was new to the camp. His eyes fixed in the direction of the noise for a brief moment. He returned his focus to Rosetta. " Zachari Callaway son of Zeus, is mr high and mighty" his voice was slightly cold. Phil didn't like the Sky gods, as a Son of a Chthonic deity he often had a strong distaste for Half-blood Children of Zeus and Apollo. There were however a few exceptions in Apollo's cabin but not in Zeus's. <br><br>He remembered the feel of her tongue on his lips and it seemed to calm him. " By the way what were you sorry for, I rather enjoyed that kiss before Callaway tooted his horn. " He cast her a warm smile "Ill take you back to your cabin you need to go with them when the feast starts, its camp tradition". He shrugged " If I had my way though we could come and go as we please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 22:09:16</strong>
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				<strong>"So what is this, a camp to make it up for shitty childhoods or something?"</strong><br>Vincent made it obviously blunt, still not sure of the purpose of the camp and why some wanted it dead he was having mixed feelings about this place. Food was great, there was plenty of girls which didn't make it a prison but he was not sure why "they" were chosen to live here against their will. He continued to eat, for his small frame he had a hell of an appetite. Placing his fork down and wiping his mouth clean he looked at her as she spoke about her mom.<br><strong>"Sorry to hear that, I don't think I'd ever be able to smack a woman around...but if my dad ever came around string shit with me I'd put him in his place. I didn't need him then, I don't need him now." </strong><br><br>The comment made him think of his own mother, obviously she did not want him as he was a child of the state a few seconds after he was pulled out into the world screaming and bloody. The thoughts did not linger long in his later years, but his hand reached behind his head as he took a breather from the massive meal he had served himself. His eyes looked around to the people starting to head towards the pavilion, looking at their faces and noticing how some traits stuck out more than others. Drawn back to their conversation by her offering a drink he looked at the empty cup with a skeptic look thinking it was some kind of trick. Thinking he would outsmart her he placed his order...<br><strong>"I want a strawberry lemonade, with fresh strawberries and a splash of seven-up, crushed ice." </strong><br>There was no way in hell she could make that appear in front of his face while he was watching, a arrogant smirk spread across his lips as he declared victory... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 22:25:48</strong>
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				Dani had just been about to head out of the cabin when she heard her brothers voice behind her.&nbsp; Jumping slightly she turned back and glared at him.&nbsp; Aaron had always been the quieter one, a fact that sometime caused her some worry since she always felt like he was sneaking about, when in reality she just hadn't noticed him there.<br><br>"Jeeze Aaron, you scared me..."&nbsp; Her words trailed off, and she cringed internally.&nbsp; If this place was as bad as David had said it was, than being taken by surprise could lead to some very nasty consequences.&nbsp; It was a good thing than, that Aaron was the only one who ever really surprised her.&nbsp; Anyone else, she had found, where either too noisy or just plain not stealthy.&nbsp; The fact that she was here, might be the answer to why most people she'd met where never really able to get one on her.&nbsp; Shrugging, she finished up putting her things away and wrapped an arm around Aarons shoulder, leading him out of the cabin, and towards the fountain in the middle.&nbsp; There where a bunch of other people milling around, but she didn't feel comfortable going up to any of them to talk, so she made quick work of washing up and turned back to Aaron.&nbsp; <br><br>"Why don't we go look for this mess hall.&nbsp; I'm getting hungry and if I'm getting hungry than you must be famished."&nbsp; Her small joke had her lips lifting up in a slight smile, the first one since she'd learned about all this crap.&nbsp; Before they could actually go search for the mess hall though, the loud bellowing sound filled the air.&nbsp; Raising her eye brows she looked about and than shrugged.&nbsp; Whatever that sound was, she wasn't about to go investigate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 22:52:33</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e99/pixiechanicons/jessicastam/099.png)</div><br>She still couldn't get used to people throwing around terms like "son of Zeus" and such. She raised her eyebrows and chuckled at the way Phil spoke of them.<br><br>"Not crazy about him, I gather?"<br><br>She seemed to feel more at ease after the kiss, almost as if any form of physical affection was like a drug to her. She would have tried to do it again, but if he could resist, then so could she. Looking over at the entrance, she heard him say that she'd have to go to the mess hall with her group. She nodded and sighed.<br><br>"Then I guess I should head back to the Hermes cabin?"<br><br>So far, Phil was the only friend she had in this place, and she didn't exactly want to leave him, but she knew she was being silly. She had never been scared of people before, why was she suddenly shy? Smiling, she stood up straighter and leaned over to kiss his cheek, letting her lips linger a bit before pulling back and speaking softly.<br><br>"Thank you for helping me lighten up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 23:00:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale does a magic trick for Vincent</em></div><br>It was hard not to laugh at the comment about this being a camp for shitty childhoods. Abigale managed to keep it to a small chuckle, "You could say that...Though that's not completely true. Some people here have had good lives, just most of us haven't. And I bet if you knew who your parents were, you'd see you have a lot in common with them...whether you like it or not. I hate looking in the mirror cause I look so much like my dad. We even like the same things. We both like running and we both have...ummm...had problems in the past with stealing...I can't help the running and sports thing, I just like doing it. But that's why I dye my hair like this and wear these," she pulled off one of the fake piercings, "If I did really get it pierced, he'd probably kill me. Plus, I don't think piercings are very good to have in a fight. But he hates my hair and this," she pointed to the small bit of her rose tattoo that poked out over the top of her orange T-shirt.<br><br>Abigale smiled when he gave her the complicated drink order. He hadn't taken the glass like she'd wanted him to, so nothing happened at first, "Okay then...Strawberry lemonade, with fresh strawberries and a splash of seven-up, crushed ice," as soon as her sentence was complete, the glass filled with the pinkish drink and a strawberry slice floated up from the bottom, "Mmm, the strawberry in it must of come from the field. You can really smell it," she wrinkled her nose a little as the strong strawberry scent floated up from the glass and entered her nose, "Try it. I promise it's not poison or anything," she tipped it up to her red lips and took a small sip to prove it to him, leaving a small lipstick print on the glass as she held it out to him.<br><br><hr><hr><hr><div align="center"><em>Sarah spots Harold</em></div><br>Sarah found herself roaming around the cabins, ignoring any looks she might of gotten. She swore to herself that the first guy to try and goose her was getting dunked headfirst into the fountain. She couldn't help but feel a little out of place. Everyone was greeting each other like they were old friends. She even saw a redheaded girl kissing someone near a cabin with tomato plants all over it. Things just seemed to be moving quickly. All she really cared about was getting down to training, but all anyone was doing was playing friends and getting ready for dinner.<br><br>Shrugging, she decided to head to the dining pavilion marked on her map. It wasn't too far from where they'd entered the camp. She pushed her thick mane of brown hair behind her shoulders and started that way. It was difficult to ignore the crowd of people heading towards the sound of the horn. She was curious, but her stomach growled and reminded her that she hadn't ate a proper meal in weeks.<br><br>The only thing that stopped her from getting there was the sight of someone near a hill. He looked like he had a metal leg or something. Sadly, not the strangest thing she'd seen today. Sarah walked closer to Harold, eyeing him a bit for signs that he might be aggressive, "Hey, you alright?" he looked a bit dirty and ragged, much like some of the others kids.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 02:50:30</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Not crazy about him, I gather?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Phil chuckled " No, Not one bit " he looked up at the now black sky " I think it is partly due to genetics".<br>His distaste was partly due to his mothers chtonic status but there was something more to Zac which rubbed him the wrong way. <br><br>He shrugged it off and looked back at Rose<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Then I guess I should head back to the Hermes cabin?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>" Ill show you back. " Phil said holding out his hand to her. Hazel eyes darted to the run down cabin, he wondered why the large house failed to dominate in the events. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Smiling, she stood up straighter and leaned over to kiss his cheek, letting her lips linger a bit before pulling back and speaking softly.<br>"Thank you for helping me lighten up."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Phil's face actually flushed pink, he didnt know why. A number of times he had been kissed by cute girls, a number of times he had done more than kiss with cute girls.&nbsp; Often with girls from Aphrodite's cabin, yet there was something about Rosetta. <br><br>" it was no problem " he stammered " I, I'd happily do it again sometime"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 02:58:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta is led back to the Hermes cabin, but heads after Dani and Aaron when she sees it's empty, hoping to tag along with them to dinner.</em></div><br>She chuckled and nodded.<br><br>"I'd like that...thanks."<br><br>She took his hand and looked to the Hermes cabin. She didn't mind being in there, but she still felt a bit like the odd one out. From what she'd seen, all the people in her cabin were athletic and physical. She was physical, but in another way. While they could run and&nbsp; fight, she could...kiss? Yeah. That sounded great. She was screwed...<br><br>As Phil showed her back, she was about ready to enter the cabin when she saw a boy and a girl leaving it...and the cabin seemed to be empty. Smiling to Phil, she slipped her hand from his and gave him a small wave.<br><br>"Thanks again, and I'll see you later."<br><br>With one last glance, she decided to bite the bullet and go after the two other members of her cabin. They looked like they could be brother and sister, but she didn't know for sure. Jogging to catch up with them, she cleared her throat awkwardly and hoped that they'd be friendly enough.<br><br>"Hi...sorry to bother you, but there doesn't seem to be anyone else in our cabin, and I thought we might go to the mess hall together."<br><br>She held her breath, knowing that the boy might not object...and if he did, she could simply charm him...but the girl might. Girls tended to hate her on principle, and she hated having to intrude on any of them. Hopefully this one would be nice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 03:51:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent starts to believe a little more of the "Hocus Pocus" </em></div><hr><hr><strong><br>"So you are just doing it to rebel and all, that's kinda cute." </strong><br>Vincent smiled and watched closely as she uncovered a little hint of the ink under her shirt, extending his back a little to get a look down her shirt but failed.<br><strong>"You know what would really make him mad, if you show me the full tattoo, here you can see mine..."</strong><br>Standing up reached back and lifted the back of his borrowed shirt to show off the entire work in progress of it. <br><br><strong>"That's Jessie, that is my kryptonite." </strong><br>Chuckling softly, he held the shirt up a little longer before turning around to take a seat, giving her a glance of his chest like he did the red head when he ran into the cabin no more than a hour or so ago. He normally worked shirtless so it would not be the last time she saw him nude. His eyes moved to the glass as she filled it with what he wanted, looking as shocked as a small kid at his first magic show.<br><strong>"No way..."</strong><br>Taking the glass he looked at it for a few moments before drinking it down. The nod of his head was enough proof that it was good, so much he downed it all in one gulp and held the cup up himself. <br><strong>"Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper." </strong><br>Again the glass filled up and the amused look on Vincent's face brighten.<br><strong>"Awesome..." </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 05:22:13</strong>
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				Desmond Robert's was <span class="bbc_u">not</span> a son of Aphrodite, but that didn't stop him from being one of the camps resident Flirt's.&nbsp; It was a fact that often times caused his brother Zach some consternation.&nbsp; Where Zach was the brother who excelled, and won at almost everything he put his mind to, Desmond was rather lacking, preferring to spend his time mingling with the cuties and plying his charm wherever it could take root.&nbsp; He was actually, very well known for his love of partying and his romancing ways.&nbsp; At the moment, Desmond had been on a very important duty, looking for Mr.D and Chiron when he heard the unmistakable bellow of his brothers horn.&nbsp; Grinning his task was forgotten for the moment when he changed direction, and headed towards the entrance of the camp.&nbsp; He'd go and find the directors after he greeted his big brother. <br><br>While he walked he thought about the last time he had seen Zach, it had been a while ago, and he admittedly missed him.&nbsp; Zack had that effect on him after all.&nbsp; When he was 14 and had just gotten claimed, Zack had been there to welcome him into the fold.&nbsp; He was also more than a little jealous of him, Zach was a winner, he had their father's favor, something Desmond could never fully have being the way he was.&nbsp; But even his jealousy couldn't stomp down the brotherly love he had for his older man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 05:37:19</strong>
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				Harold was still rooted to the same spot, looking around.&nbsp; Reaching down, he gave his bad leg a pinch, and when he nearly yelped from the pain, he knew this was no dream.&nbsp; "Just what the hell have I walked into?"&nbsp; He heard a horn sounding in the distance, and noticed that some of the people were heading towards the source, including the centaur and the guy he was talking to, but he felt it was best to stay put.&nbsp; Who knew what would be waiting for him if he followed the others.<br><br>Hearing a voice beside him, Harold twisted around in surprise, arms raising, hands clenched into fists defensively.&nbsp; Unfortunately, twisting around the way twisted his leg as well, and this time he wasn't able to keep from crying out as white-hot pain shot through his body.&nbsp; His legs buckled beneath him, sending him tumbling to the ground, his body curling around his leg.&nbsp; "Fuckshitdamnshitmotherfuckercockbite!!"&nbsp; Harold normally didn't curse, especially in the presence of the fairer sex, but he was known to slip up occasionally, especially in times of pain.<br><br>Taking deep breaths, he looked up at the one who startled him.&nbsp; He was surprised to find a girl standing over him, and a not-too bad looking one at that.&nbsp; He had seen quite a few girls walking around in the distance, but never really saw them up close.&nbsp; This one was definitely pretty, but he could also tell that she could take care of herself.&nbsp; Her limbs were sleek, yet toned, which meant she at least worked out regularly.&nbsp; Realizing he was being rude, and staring, Harold quickly pushed himself up to his feet, trying to ignore the throbbing in his leg.&nbsp; Putting his weight on his good leg, he dusted himself off.&nbsp; "Uh, yeah...I'm...I'm alright...I'm fine.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 08:50:55</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3568268#msg3568268">Quote from: Aiden on 01-09-2010, 07:46:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><div align="center">Clint is dragged to greet his cousin, Zachy</div></div><br><strong>"Must you use that word..."</strong><br>He was referring to the word "sparkly", thinking she had said it to annoy him as she observed the skull and quickly put it down. With a shrug of his shoulders he was about to lay back down even after hearing the horn.<br><strong>"I doubt he'll know it is missing...besides its not like...hey what the hell!"</strong><br><br>Clint found himself on his feet and getting pushed out of the sanctuary of their father's cabin with her small hands at his back. If he really wanted to resist her he would have but he was lost in thought for a moment, why was she so eager to meet up with Zach? Like their father's before them, there was no true love between them, but they were still family. <br><strong>"Can we not and say we did...wait a minute..."</strong><br>Turning to face her he had a look of disbelief on his face. His eyes locked on hers before he spoke again.<br><strong>"Something isn't adding up, you didn't care about him before...ohh you like him...don't you? Holy shit you like, wow Cecilla is growing up." </strong><br><br>He teased his sister with a grin, chuckling as he turned and took her hand in order for her to not be able to run away from him as he made his way up towards the general area that most of them gathered for social activities. A huge grin was on his face as they moved towards the crowd.<br><strong>"You do know...that is like first degree incest right? I mean the others are like second and third cousins, even this is to weird for me." </strong><br>A few glances were tossed towards the daughters of Athena as they weaved through the crowd and finally came in sight of Zues's favored son. Nudging Cecilla forward, he crossed his arms and shouted out between all the welcoming cheers and ass kisses. It would take much more than a successful quest to patch up the tension between the offspring of Hades and Zues. <br><strong>"Shave the beard Zachy, it doesn't look good on you!" </strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She snorted, keeping Clint in front of her as they moved across the grounds of camp. <strong>"It is beside the point.&nbsp; He is our cousin and- Hey!"</strong>&nbsp; She yelped as Clint dug in his heels and halted their forward motion.&nbsp; She eyeballed him, and crossed her arms over her chest as he whirled to face her.&nbsp; Cecilia did not blush, but narrowed her gaze.&nbsp; Her twin was too observant for his own good.&nbsp; Zach was their cousin, but that love to hate, hate to love relationship.&nbsp; <em>No one knew</em>- except maybe the Gods.&nbsp; And it wasn't information she was going to share.&nbsp; There was no love between them- but the sex.&nbsp; Her lips twitched and she turned away with a snort, about to tell Clint how absurd his accusation was.&nbsp; <br><br>He snatched her hand in his and began dragging her down the path.&nbsp; <strong>"Clint! Let go!&nbsp; You're so full of shit!"</strong> Cecilia snarled, though had no choice but to follow him towards Zachari and his brothers.&nbsp; <strong>"There is no incest,"</strong> She whispered quietly as they approached the crowd gathering to welcome the sons of Zeus.&nbsp; The hand between her shoulder blades pushed her forward through the crowd, and she found herself face to face with Zachari.&nbsp; <em>'Oh shit,'</em> Was all she could think at the time, and she eyeballed him with a cutting gaze, <strong>"Cousin.&nbsp; Made it back finally, I see."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 14:33:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Aaron</em></div><br>"I am famished!" replied her twin brother with something of a whine. Joke or not, he did get really hungry. "Give me a second to wash up then we'll go." Aaron hadn't trusted what soap this place would have, so he brought his own. Reaching into his bag he retrieved a bar of "Imperial Silk" soap, it was the only soap that gave his hands that smooth, soft feeling he enjoyed so much. He skittered off to have a quick wash, freshen up, before returning. He put his soap away, but took out an expensive <del>stolen</del> bottle of aftershave. A squirt here and a squirt there followed by slapping his neck for a second to make sure it...on properly or something. "And I'm good to go! Lets find the hall....man I am so hungry......" He was in the mood for meat....like beef....in a burger....a Hawaiian burger. Or five.<br><br><div align="center">*****</div><br><div align="center"><em>Goldberg</em></div><br>Everything in the Ares Cabin was under control, there had been a few wrestling matches for beds which had also served to give people a chance to work off some excess energy and build up a hunger. He could see they were hungry and hell, he was hungry. "Listen up children of Ares! The welcoming feast is about to begin, so wash up and I'll lead us over to the hall. And when I saw wash up I mean it. I don't want any of those other cabins thinking we're a bunch of brutes. Children of Ares are not <em>brutes</em>, we're warriors. We're the best warriors. We should act it, and look it!" He was the first to go wash, but the others followed soon enough. <br><br>When everyone was ready the War Leader lead the way. As he closed the distance between their cabin and the dining pavilion, he raised a hand, a closed fist with the back of his hand facing his siblings that were following. "Hold." For those who didn't know what it meant, most did, even if they were new to the whole thing. He broke away from the group for a moment, for he had seen Sarah upon the hill. Or rather, his sister. He didn't know her name yet. "Sister! We'll be in the pavilion when you're ready. I'll wave when you come on, if you don't spot us right away." His tone held no sign of dislike or annoyance towards her, certainly if he had been offended by her calling him a problem he gave no sign. Truth be told she was the first and so far only of his siblings to stand up to him this summer, to confront a problem like a true child of Ares. He could respect that. He gave a nod before walking away, back towards the group before, with a flick of his fingers instructing them to follow once more. Guiding them in to feast. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 15:58:59</strong>
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				Lexi walked through the barrier reading her ‘mothers’ letter following the direction. She looked around seeing kids everywhere and sighed; she couldn’t believe her father had dumped her on the outside of these woods after her ‘mother’ had taken her back home after the incident. She felt betrayed by her father who had fallen for her ‘mother’ again since she just batted her eyes and pouted saying Lexi needed to go to camp. Sure Aphrodite was her biological mother but she wasn’t there for her growing up like Sarah was, Aphrodite hadn’t been there until that idiot Jake decided to drive them both off a cliff when she refused to date him and she got dragged out the car but Jake ended up dead.<br><br>She walked round the camp and found Aphrodite’s cabin. She walked inside and placed her bag down on a bed before walking back out as she felt the small familiar burning sensation as the dragon moved from the base of her spine to her right shoulder. She saw a group walking to the pavilion and ran after them thinking she was late for something before she accidentally ran into a guy who was walking back to the group. She looked up at him as she stumbled back a little, a light blush of embarrassment crossing her face “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to run into you” She looked at him a little worried not wanting to make a bad impression on people here already before slowly backing away from him and the group nervously stepping backwards towards the pavilion not realising that he was the head of the Ares cabin.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 16:30:13</strong>
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				Phil shrugged and watched Rosetta walk off with others from Hermes cabin. The son of Demeter stalked back to his cabin. His eyes fell on an attractive little blond 'daughter of Aphrodite ' he thought as he felt the light pull of her magic. Phil however had dealt with this before, he would not fall fall for her right away. 'but if her hair turned red ill have a bit more trouble' he thought as he walked into his cabin.<br><br>" All right my brothers and sisters tonight we pay tribute to our mother Demeter and the Gods" Phil's voice was clear and loud, but he was not yelling. "when you approach the sacrificial fire do not sacrifice meat, stick with some kind of fruit or even bread with jam on it" he paced in front of his siblings " also a portion our meals go to Hestia, you may give her whatever you like, should you wish to honor our Sister Persephone that is your choice" <br><br>Phil turned towards the door " Follow me " he hollered. The small group of teens followed behind him 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 17:52:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale offers a deal...</em></div><hr><hr><br>Abigale smirked as he said showing him her whole tattoo would make her father angry. She doubted that it would. Her father slept around quite a bit, judging by the amount of kids in her cabin that had elfish features and were so good at picking locks. Claimed or not, it wasn't too hard to pick out a child of Hermes. All you had to do was wait for them to steal something. No. She knew how to irk her father and showing some unclaimed boy her tattoo wouldn't do it unless she did it in her father's presence, "If you want to see it all, then you're going to have to try a bit harder than saying it'll bug my dad. Yours are nice though. I'm not big on looking at other women, but it's good work. I was thinking about having my father's symbol tattooed onto my back. Kind of a Christmas present for him," one she knew he wouldn't like, "He's Greek, so I thought about having it done in a more modern style or even Japanese. He'd really hate that..." Abigale sat up a bit and fished a picture out of her jeans pocket and handing it to him. It was a picture of someone with modern style caduceus (http://www.ratemyink.com/images/ul/881/Caduceus-tattoo-88185.jpeg) tattoo on their back, "Like that. It's called a caduceus, most people associate it with medicine, but dad's been using it for...umm...a long time."<br><br>It had been a while since she'd actually talked to someone her own age. Usually she just helped out the younger kids, but Vincent seemed to need the help and it was kind of nice. Despite having been brought here by a 'cop' against his will, Vincent was taking things fairly well. That was refreshing, "There are things here that are a lot more interesting than magical cups. I can promise you that."<br><br>"Looks like the others are starting to file in. Mr. D and Chiron should be here soon," probably with Zachari. If the son of the Sky Lord was successful, then there would be a small speech to honor him. Mr. D was unlikely to give a good speech, but he'd at least say something halfway decent about Zachari, "After dinner, we'll head back to the cabin and find you a bunk. All the good ones are likely gone by now, but we'll find something. If you're good and don't steal anything else from the others in our cabin, then I might just show you the rest of my tattoo. Deal?" she could care less if he stole from the other cabins. Those weren't her responsibility to protect.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>Sarah meets another new comer, Harold...</em></div><hr><hr><br>Harold's swearing didn't affect her. She'd heard monsters say worse to her. Sarah let off a few curses of her own when she got injured, so it didn't bother her in the least. She watched him tumble to the ground and eyed his metal leg. It certainly was different. She wondered how he'd gotten it. If he was here, then she assumed it was because of a monster attack. Maybe a missed attack had left him open and something swatted his leg open or off, "Really?" she questioned when he said he was fine. Sarah had seen enough injuries to know that he was probably faking. Putting on a good show for a girl. Trying to be all tough and strong, "Cause you don't look it. You look like you just stumbled out of the Underworld after being chased by a Hellhound."<br><br>Sarah turned when she heard the same annoying voice from her cabin. It was her brother. The great war leader. All she did was roll her eyes and turn back to Harold. She fought the urge to pick up a rock and chuck it at Goldberg's head. She didn't know why she had such a dislike for her brother since she'd only met him an hour ago, if that. She assumed it was just sibling rivalry. She found herself wanting to be War Leader of the Ares Cabin, "I'm Sarah Moret, daughter of Ares," she was proud to say that, "You got a name?" <br><br>She figured he had to be a half blood. What other kind of person would have a leg like that? And from what she understood, mortals couldn't get into the camp unless they were invited. She saw no other people around him, so he couldn't of been invited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 18:20:48</strong>
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				"I said I'm fine, didn't I?"&nbsp; Harold gave the girl a weird look.&nbsp; "Got chased of where by a what now?"&nbsp; Underworld?&nbsp; Hellhound?&nbsp; What was this chick on?&nbsp; He figured underworld was probably hell, but what was a hellhound?&nbsp; He noticed her look back behind her, agitated as a voice spoke out, and considered trying to hobble away.&nbsp; Not that he'd be able to get far, with his leg in pain.&nbsp; Plus, it's not like she wouldn't be able to catch up to him easily.<br><br>When she turned back around, sticking her hand out and introducing herself, he hesitantly took her hand in his, shaking it.&nbsp; She had a good, strong grip, something his dad would have liked.&nbsp; "Uh, hi.&nbsp; I'm Harold.&nbsp; Harold Ostman.&nbsp; Um, son of Jeannette and Richard Ostman."&nbsp; Daughter of Aries?&nbsp; Seriously?&nbsp; Did his parents send him to some kind of crazy camp?&nbsp; Looking around the camp, taking in the people walking around in armor, some swinging away with swords and spears, he finally caught on, or so he thought, and laughed.&nbsp; "Ohh, I get it!&nbsp; This is some kind of role playing, or LARPing, isn't it?&nbsp; I've got some friends who are into that stuff.&nbsp; This is Camp Half-Blood, right?&nbsp; Are we pretending to be the children of gods and goddesses?&nbsp; Can I be a son of Zeus?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 18:49:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent accepts a deal. </em></div><br>With the magical filling cup, Vincent was sold on the camp. Curosity washed over him more than anything else and when he started to see things that were impossible he didn't ask questions. He was the kind to go with the flow, Abigale said it was "magic" and there was no desire in him to find the reasoning and logic in it. <br><strong>"Ohh are those the goat men you are talking about?"</strong><br>He thumbed over at a satyr in the distance, staring at it in awe and more so when he saw a half horse half man come into sight. <em>Whoa...</em> He mouthed silently, looking around at the groups of people gathering. It was like he was in some weird fairy tale, which had him recalling the monsters she had mentioned. He had not seen any personally, but if these creatures around them where friendly...then the ones outside the camp in the forest, which Abigale warned him about, had to be enemies. <br><br>For the first time since he met her, he was more interested in what she wanted to say then her tits. <br><strong>"Deal, I ain't difficult, I can sleep in a chair or the floor." </strong><br>His attention was still going left to right as if his eyes had been opened for the first time since he came to the camp. His attention went to a smoking hut in the distance (Hephaestus cabin).<br><strong>"Hey is that like a Steel mill?"</strong><br>All the cabins looked so different from the other, it make him wonder why the one he was going to be bunking in was so worn down. Perhaps he could make some of the much needed repairs the next day to make it look a little better. <br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Clint wanders off to dinner, leaving Cecilla on her own. </em></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.camacdonald.com/birding/BlackFalcon%28HT%29.jpg)</div><strong>"That won't be till after dinner, speaking of...I am hungry. Have fun Odepia Rex."</strong><br>Bored with the throng of people he departed and made he vanished in a plume of black smoke. Moments later a black feathered bird shot out from the crowd and elevated to dive bomb into the pavilion with a screech before transforming back into the dark haired Clint, just short of barreling into some of the food tables. <br><strong>"Ohh tacos..."</strong><br>He spoke to himself, grabbing a plate and fixing himself up a few tacos, not even paying attention that he had cut in front of everyone. If they wanted to make a bid deal out of it, they could...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 19:16:01</strong>
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				As Rosetta and Phil make their way to the Hermes cabin, a young girl looks out from the edge of the trees and wonders what the hell is going on here.&nbsp; Just a few days ago she'd been having a normal summer.&nbsp; She'd somehow managed to pass all of her classes, which let her have another year on the swim team.&nbsp; The cool water of the pool had always been where she felt the most at home.&nbsp; But this summer something had changed.&nbsp; She had been plugging along like always, not winning her races, but occasionally placing.&nbsp; Then suddenly her time had improved drastically, and she made it to the front of the pack.&nbsp; But only in races.&nbsp; She heard her teammates start whispering about drugs, and their attitudes towards her had gone from indifference to dislike.<br><br>It wasn't until the last race, though, that everything had changed.&nbsp; Right off the block she'd felt something different, and to her surprise she didn't just win the race but beat everyone else by a full lap.&nbsp; She'd jumped out of the pool and her mom had run up to her immediately with a towel.&nbsp; At first&nbsp; Thea had thought it was to congratulate her, but her mother had wrapped her tightly in the terrycloth and escorted her from the pool before they'd even announced the times.&nbsp; Thea might have protested, if it wasn't for the look of fear and concern in her mother's eyes.<br><br>The next thing she'd known, she'd been packed up and loaded on a bus.&nbsp; After a long ride from Chicago she'd found herself in New York.&nbsp; Taking a taxi from th bus station, she'd been dropped outside a large set of gates and had to hike in the rest of the way herself.&nbsp; There had been a large number of other kids running around the place, but she'd managed to spot an adult in a Hawaiian shirt and purple shoes.&nbsp; He directed her towards the cabin where she'd apparently be staying, then wandered off.&nbsp; <br><br>Finding herself alone, and the cabin bustling with unknown people, Thea was in the process of trying to force herself to go inside.&nbsp; The place had slowly been clearing out, with most of the people seeming to head towards the delicious smells towards the lake.&nbsp; Seeing the last pair of kids leave the building, she peered around the corner only to see them stopped by a girl with crimson hair.&nbsp; The guy had mentioned that her cabin leader had red hair.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, she steps out of the trees and coughs lightly to try and get the girl's attention.&nbsp; "Um...excuse me... sorry to bother you... but I think you're my cabin leader..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 19:26:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr><br>All she could do was stand there for a moment. He honestly didn't know. How could he not? Sure, there were some kids here that seemed lost and confused, but they were all kids. Little kids. This guy was at least her age, if not older. Didn't their mortal parents tell them that they'd fooled around with a God or Goddess and then nine months later, poof, a baby? He'd even introduced himself as the child of two mortals. Sarah found it a bit disrespectful. Then he started in on something called LARPing and 'pretending to be the children of gods and goddesses'.&nbsp; He even dared to want to be a son of Zeus. She was shocked that a lightening bolt didn't shoot down and hit him where he stood.<br><br>Staring at him in disbelief, she finally spoke, "You a son of Zeus? Doubtful...Even if I knew what 'LARPing' was, I wouldn't be doing it. This is Camp Half-Blood. That much you are correct on...Who sent you here? Didn't your mother or father explain anything to you? I mean, if you're here, then either 'Jeannette' or 'Richard' isn't your parent. One of them is your parent, but the other can't be. Were you adopted?" the top of a hill with him looking like he'd just been through hell probably wasn't the best place for a conversation, but Sarah had been in worse situations for talking. If he insisted that he was fine, then she figured he'd have no problem standing here to talk, "I mean, that's gotta be the only way you wouldn't know," maybe his mother or father didn't want to admit that they'd cheated on the other with an Olympian god. <br><br>Sarah had only met one other half-blood outside the camp, so she couldn't understand how someone wouldn't know that something was 'different' about them.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><br>"Uh, yeah. They're called Satyrs and they get upset if you call them goat-men. They'll take goat-man over sheep-boys, though. I can't say for sure, but I'm almost positive it was a Satyr that brought you here," she watched everyone coming into the pavilion. It was a mixture of kids, teenagers, a few adults, satyrs, wood nymphs, and naiads. Chiron was the only centaur in the camp since most of his people were rather rowdy and uncontrollable. <br><br>Abigale smiled as he accepted the deal and offered to to sleep on the floor if he had to. With any luck, there would be at least a cot open. Sometimes the Hermes' Cabin got so filled that kids did have to sleep on the floor in sleeping bags. It made her angry when an older kid made a younger one sleep on the floor so they could have the bunk. What angered her more was the fact that the kid only had to sleep on the floor because their Olympian parent was too lazy to claim them. Some of the other cabins were crowded too, but none of them had people sleeping on the floors.<br><br>"Steel mill..." she looked around and saw that his eyes were on Hephaestus' Cabin, "Oh! That. That's Hephaestus' Cabin, number 9. The sons and daughters of Hephaestus live there. They can make just about anything. They make almost all the weapons here in the camp. Whenever something breaks, they are the ones that usually take the first shot at trying to repair it. Usually they can. The fires in their forges never go out. Someone is almost always working in there and not just on stuff like weapons. One year they built a whole car. Took them almost the whole summer, but they got it all together and it worked too."<br><br>"I got to meet Hephaestus once, when I met my dad. He wasn't very nice, but I can't really blame him for that. He's got Aphrodite for a wife and all she does is sleep around with Ares. That's why Aphrodite's cabin is next to Hephaestus'. He's got the most beautiful wife in the universe and I doubt they've ever had a child together. She's very vain though. I guess she can't stand to be with someone like him. His mother wanted nothing to do with him, and tried to kill him merely because he wasn't a good looking baby. A lot of his kids tend to be pretty bitter too, but usually only if they know he was their father before coming here. Others call him 'lame legs' because his father threw him off Mount Olympus and it wrecked his legs. It's kind of hard to tell what's the truth though...You like to build stuff, right? I could talk to the Cabin Leader there and see about getting you some stuff to work on...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 19:49:54</strong>
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				Zach waved and smiled as the crowed gathered, his quest was successful with only minor wounds.&nbsp; His eyes focused directly when he saw movement, two campers heading straight for the front.&nbsp; Hades' own children, Clint and Cecilla, both royal pains in the ass.&nbsp; Zachari stopped as they entered the welcoming horse shoe of the crowd.&nbsp; <strong>"I know you all would like to hear the tale, but me and my brothers haven't eaten in two days... Would you all mind if we ate before we spoke of our quest."</strong>&nbsp; He announced. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3568268#msg3568268">Quote from: Aiden on 01-09-2010, 07:46:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Shave the beard Zachy, it doesn't look good on you!" </strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He looked towards Clint, <strong>"I see daddy's&nbsp; errand boy has returned finally, welcome back cousin."</strong>&nbsp; He said with a slight grin.&nbsp; He never had a problem with Clint, well not until he opens his mouth.&nbsp; Zach never understood why the children had to be like their parents, just because Zeus and Hades fight does not mean their children have to.&nbsp; Zach always had a different view of things and did not let his fathers ways influence him.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3573545#msg3573545">Quote from: The Golden Touch on 02-09-2010, 08:50:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She eyeballed him with a cutting gaze, <strong>"Cousin.&nbsp; Made it back finally, I see."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Zach stopped, Cecilla stepping in front of him causing him to jerk himself back into place.&nbsp; He looked at her for but a moment to respond quickly, <strong>"Did you miss me?"</strong>&nbsp; He said jokingly and step aside her to move towards the smell of the food.&nbsp; Being close to and around her was a bad idea, emotionally they were not attached to each other but being the fact that they butt heads so much caused them to have a more intimate discussion in his cabin more than a few times over the years.&nbsp; No one else knew about it, except for Desmond who was sworn to secrecy.<br><br>Zach and company walked along, hungry and tired.&nbsp; The smell of tacos filled the air, which caused Zach to sigh.&nbsp; <strong>"Great, we come back and its taco day.... Figures."</strong> He said with a small chuckle.&nbsp; He turned and looked to his brothers, <strong>"Eat your fill, you've proven to be sons of Zeus.</strong> He said and turned to get in line.&nbsp; His eyes caught the black bird diving into the mess area, as well as it almost smashing the tables of food and revealing that it was in fact Clint.&nbsp; Zach shook his head, <strong>"Hey bird brains, go find some berries to eat or get to the back of the line.</strong>&nbsp; His voice cold as stone.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 20:06:23</strong>
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				The boy seemed to ignore her completely, and that had never happened before. She was about ready to try and charm him when she heard a voice behind her. Turning, she saw a girl and chuckled when she said she thought she was her cabin leader. The daughter of Aphrodite smiled, and spoke kindly. <br><br>"I am in the Hermes cabin, but I'm new. I'm not the cabin leader, and I don't really know where she is...sorry."<br><br>Her stomach rumbled, and she turned more fully to the girl.<br><br>"I'm Rosetta, by the way. What's your name?"<br><br>She didn't know if the twins were going to continue to ignore her, so she sighed and tried not to worry about it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 20:43:30</strong>
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				It was Harold's turn to stare at her in disbelief.&nbsp; She couldn't really be serious, could she?&nbsp; Acting as if all this was real, that she was really the daughter of a god.&nbsp; When she insinuated that one of his parents wasn't really his parent, his eyes grew dark, his hands clenching into fists at his side.&nbsp; "Listen, bitch, my&nbsp; parents love each other; neither one of them would do anything like that to the other."&nbsp; Though, in the back of his mind, he could help but think about how little he looked like his pop.&nbsp; He had a few of his mother's looks, but not enough to have gotten them all from her.&nbsp; He had wondered about it before, but always figured he got the rest from her side of the family.&nbsp; His father had never acted like Harold wasn't his, never mistreated him in any way.&nbsp; Of course, if he wasn't his father's son, then he probably wouldn't know.<br><br>"My parents didn't tell me anything, only that this place would be good for me, that it would teach me what I need to know to survive in the real world."&nbsp; Thinking back on it, his parents had been kind of urgent in getting him out here, almost as if they were worried about something.&nbsp; And there was that incident, a few weeks before they sent him here.&nbsp; There had been a disturbance out in the backyard, his pop going out to investigate.&nbsp; Moments later, there was a racket, his father yelling, and what sounded like large wings flapping in the air.&nbsp; When his dad came back in, he was cut up and bleeding.&nbsp; His father refused to talk about what happened with Harold in the room, and he never found out what it was.&nbsp; Afterward, it was obvious they were hiding something from him, but they wouldn't say what it was, no matter how hard he pressed.<br><br>Looking back at Sarah, he folded his arms across his chest.&nbsp; "Alright then, if this isn't some weird role playing camp, then what the hell is it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 20:43:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent </em></div><hr><hr><br><strong>"I'll keep an eye out for him and make sure to call him a goat boy when I find him..."</strong><br>A light smile spread across his face to announce his amusement. Listening to her as she began to speak of one of the cabins that interested him the most out of all of them. Vincent returned his eyes to the smoking cabin with a new interest, almost compelled to go introduce himself. He was never happier then we he was fixing something or his hands were oily from digging his hands inside of an engine. <br><strong>"So it is like the shop of my dreams...I am willing to bet the shirt off my back that not one person in there can out do me when it comes to cars."</strong><br><br>As the red head got into the story of who the god and the history of his wife he slowly began to realize if he was here that meant he was a son of a god. He went silent and simply listened, mulling over this new realization that his father or mother were a god. <br><strong>"His father sounds like a dick and his wife is a skank, I'd be pissed also. Who the hell puts up with such bullshit?" </strong><br>He crossed his arms across his chest after popping the last fork of his pecan pie into his mouth, leaning lazily in his chair to declare that he was full. Trapped with his inner thoughts he shook his head and jumped on the chances to change topics. <br><strong>"I guess it is what I was good at, yea...if you know him put in a good word with me, at least get me a tool belt I see lots of things that need a man's touch round here." </strong><br>The urge to leave was fading, it would last until he would learn that the camp was "dry" of liquor. <br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Clint and Zach, meet and greet, round 2. </em></div><hr><hr><br>Clint heard his familiar voice and hid the sneer across his lips when he turned with an obviously fake smile across his face.<br><strong>"You never could handle coming in second Zachy...better get used to it." </strong><br>His head tilted to the side as he looked over the rest of Zues's children and tilted his head back with a scoff as he walked towards an empty table. Dropping himself into it, he ate and with a single finger etched the symbol of Hades in the wood once more. This was the table that had been "his" five years ago, lots of buffing and lacquer had all but removed all traces of the brand he was burning into the wood once more. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 21:05:53</strong>
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				Lexi walked away from Goldberg into the mess hall where she saw Zach and Clint. Lexi walked past them trying not to get noticed, she bit her bottom lip then went over to a table and sat down crossing her legs. She leaned forward as some of her very pale blonde hair fell across her face. She ran her fingers through her hair before getting a mirror out her bag checking if her hair was a mess and she sighed in relief seeing it wasn’t. She then grabbed a plate of food and began eating slowly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 21:24:43</strong>
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				Phil and th others of Demeter's cabin tossed some tomatoes into the fire. They said their prayers and went to sit at Table number four. Phil smiled Clint and Zach were at each others throats. Phil often found himself making deals with the children of Hades due to the family ties and his Chtonic nature. He looked down at his plate " who wants peppers" He called across the dining hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 21:33:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Welcome Back Dinner</em></div><hr><br>Seeing that most of the children seemed of found their way to the dining pavilion, Mr. D and Chiron headed that way as well. They sat at the head table and looked out over the thirteen tables circling the bonfire. After dinner would be sing-a-longs and smores, not something Mr. D looked forward to, but it gave the kids more time to mingle. Chiron had to poke and prod to get Mr. D to stand up and actually welcome the kids to the camp.<br><br>"I already welcomed you lot before, but the horse says I should say something before dinner...though most of you have already started to help yourselves. I swear, no respect these days. It's all those video games and that junk food. If it were up to me, you'd all be out there protecting yourselves, but since your parents think you deserve a chance at life, you're here. Actually, that's not very true. Most of your parents don't give a damn about..." a sharp stab in the hip with Chiron's fork got him back on track, "Right...eh...Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. Since you managed to survive getting here, then I suppose you deserve a congratulations for that...good job," though it was said with a sour note in his voice.<br><br>Chiron coughed a little, "...zeus...hades..." he muttered between the coughs.<br><br>"Oh...yeah...Them," Mr. D rolled his eyes a bit, "The sons return. I guess they deserve to be recognized. Everybody turn and stare at the Son of Zeus and the Son of Hades. Make them feel uncomfortable on their first day back after doing their father's work."<br><br>The centaur put his head in his hands for a moment before standing up, "I think what Mr. D is trying to say is that both, Zachari Callaway, son of the Sky Lord and Clint Void, son of Death Lord, have endured great trials and quests. Both have come home to us alive and successful in their endeavors. If you've not done so, please offer some of your food to your parents and the other Gods, and if you find it in your hearts, thank them for the return of two great sons," Chiron had always been the nicer of the camp leaders. He truly cared about the safety of the children. It was his vow to train heroes till he was no longer needed, then he would die. Every day that he awoke meant that there was a demigod that needed his assistance.<br><br>After dinner, you are all welcome to take part in our traditional sing-a-long and make smores, but you are also free to head back to your cabins if you feel you need the rest. I do not advise roaming the grounds so late in the night, but you are free to if you wish. Just know that the harpies are released at 11o'clock every night and we cannot be held responsible for what they do. As for other things, we're reinstating the Chariot Races...which I believe I spoke about earlier...I know there were some deaths and injuries last time, but we're hoping for a death-free race this time," he smiled from under his scruffy beard, "Injuries are unavoidable, but death is. I know it's hard to ignore a family rivalry..." he narrowed his eyes at the children of Hephaestus and the children of Ares. The two always had small scuffles due to Ares having a nearly constant affair with Hephaestus' wife, "...but please try to remember that you are not your parents. Your genetics are not your personalities," Chiron smiled once more, "Enjoy your dinner, Children," no matter their ages, they were children to him. He was nearly as old as Mr. D after all.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><br>It was Sarah's turn to clench her fists as he called her a 'bitch'. She tried very hard to calm herself. It was bad enough that she was stuck with a cabin of brothers and she found herself loathing her eldest brother for the simple fact that he seemed to be 'better' than her. Now some 'lame legged' jerk was calling her a bitch.<br><br>Taking a few deep breaths, "It's Camp Half-Blood. You are a Half-Blood. You're here to learn how to fight monsters and how to survive battles...and now, I'm going to dinner," she turned on her heels and started back down the hill towards the pavilion. The smell of the food was getting stronger and her stomach growled loudly, "I was going to help you, but for that 'bitch' comment, you can find your own way there."<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><br>"Families are messy..." that was really the only answer she could provide, "...and Gods get bored. Can you imagine being married to someone you hate for eternity?" Abigale shrugged lightly, "But sure, I'll talk to him and see about getting you something to do. Though I wouldn't be spouting off about things needing a man's touch. Some of the girls around here would take great offense to that. Chiron likes to think that we're all on equal grounds. There are things a man can do that a woman can't and things that a woman can do that a man can't. He tries to get us all to work together. I'm not so sure about that, but it's better than trying to kill each other all the time just because someone's parent pissed off another person's parent."<br><br>Chiron spoke and she listened, the speech was almost always the same, "So, you want to go back to the cabins while the others are making smores? I can help you find a bunk or at least a cot in the cabin," Abigale had no ill intentions about it. She was the cabin leader. She was supposed to make sure everyone had a place, "We can also find you some clothes. We have a few other things other than the camp uniforms. I'm sure we can find something in your size or at least something a size or two too big at the very least."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 21:53:47</strong>
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				For a moment, Harold thought she was going to attack him, his body tensing, ready to defend himself if needed.&nbsp; Her comment about him being a half-blood, of being here to learn how to fight monsters and survive battles just made him even more confused.&nbsp; As she turned to go, leaving him there, he let out a growl.&nbsp; "It's not like I asked for your help, <em>bitch</em>."<br><br>Slowly, he began to makes his way after her, following the smells and sounds of people eating.&nbsp; The pain in his leg making him limp more than normal, his brace jangling.&nbsp; He hated this; he didn't want to appear weak in the eyes of a strange crowd, so he kept a straight face, swallowing the pain.&nbsp; It took what felt like forever, but he finally made it to what looked like the dining area.&nbsp; Everyone was sitting around at tables, some of them moving to the large bonfire in the middle and dropping portions of their meal into it.&nbsp; The sounds of his brace announced his presence, and he found himself coming to a halt as dozens of eyes looked over at him.&nbsp; Swallowing the lump forming in his throat, he lifted the hand not holding his bag.&nbsp; "Uh...hello..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 21:58:00</strong>
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				The Son of Ares had filled his plate, half tilting his head up to pay attention as the ever charismatic Mr. D gave his speech. It was the same sort of thing he always had to say. When Mr. D started praising the efforts of the Hades and Zeus kids however, he quickly lost interest. As if they all didn't have problems to overcome and issues to tackle in life. He would make an offering of food however. Rising from his seat with plate and his knife in hand, Goldberg moved towards the fire. Slightly tilting his plate and using his knife to shove some of his food, the War Leader made an offering. Having been the first of his cabin to do it, and paved the way for the others he returned to his seat. As he did, he caught sight of his sister entering the pavilion. Standing at the table he waved in her direction. "Sister, over here." In the same tone of voice he had used when he approached her on the hill, if louder to let her know where they were seated, like he said he would. Whatever she thought, he took care of his own.....he just didn't baby coddle them. <br><br>Otherwise, he had himself a slab of meat intended to enjoy. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 22:20:07</strong>
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				Lexi sat alone with the rest of her brothers and sisters. They all seemed to get along fine but she avoided them not used to being with so many people and she hated her powers unlike them since they embraced theirs. She felt the burn of the dragon moving to around her neck resting there like a tattooed scarf. She put her hand on it and petted it softly as she saw the centaur looking at the children of Ares and Hephaestus; sure she knew the story of her mom having affairs with Ares while she was married to Hephaestus. Lexi then sighed and pushed her food around on her plate keeping her eyes on the food before pushing it away and getting up walking out needing some fresh air wanting to get away from the crowded room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 22:44:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Dani</span></div><hr><br>Dani looked around, watching the progression of kids and people her own age or older lowly moving towards one direction.&nbsp; <em>probably the way to the mess hall</em>, at least she knew that she wouldn't be getting lost tonight, after all, there wasn't really anything else to do but go eat at the moment.&nbsp; She waited for her brother to finish up cleaning himself up, and rolled her eyes as he put on some smelly aftershave.&nbsp; Sure it smelled good, but she never really saw the need for it.<br><br>"Alright, now that you smell good, why don't we get some chow."&nbsp; Grinning, and walking side by side, she couldn't help but think that she was somehow suppressing a lot of things lately.&nbsp; She knew it wasn't normal that she was taking everything in stride, but she couldn't help it.&nbsp; If she thought about it right now, than she'd panic, and panicking in front of Aaron was never a good idea.&nbsp; She spent her life making sure that he was shielded from such things, even when they weren't in the same foster homes over the years, she'd made sure that she kept in touch and took the brunt of the worries.&nbsp; She wanted him to be normal, she wanted to be like their mother, who had protected them.&nbsp; Now that she was gone, it landed on Dani to do that, and she wouldn't die, she'd be there for Aaron for however long she could.<br><br>They had almost reached the mess hall when the pretty girl from their cabin stopped them.&nbsp; Dani's eyes traveled up and down the woman, evaluating whether she was just a pretty face or if there where a brain somewhere in there.&nbsp; Unfortunately she couldn't judge that on looks alone.&nbsp; And the girl seemed nice enough, if not a bit hesitant.&nbsp; Glancing at Aaron, she sent the girl a small smile and was about to agree to her tagging along when another girl asked the red head something.&nbsp; Not wanting to keep Aaron from eating, she tapped the girl on the shoulder lightly, and sent her a friendly smile.<br><br>"We're going to head in right now, but when you come in, your more than welcome to sit next to us."&nbsp; There, she had played nice.&nbsp; Usually she was a bit abrasive, rejecting a lot of friendly offers for company, but she was never that way in front of Aaron, in front of him, she always tried to show a friendly facade.<br><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Desmond</span></div><br><hr><br>Desmond had been on his way to greet his brothers at the entrance to camp half blood, but had gotten rather distracted by something rather pretty looking lost in by the fountain.&nbsp; Helping the pretty boy had, at the moment, made him forget about his brother's arrival.&nbsp; Cursing himself for his weak priorities, he jogged the rest of the way to the mess hall, sure that Zach and the others where already there.&nbsp; <br><br>The fact that he hadn't gone on the "quest" with the rest of them was due more to his refusal to do it.&nbsp; Their father wouldn't care if he went or not, it wouldn't change his relationship with the mighty mighty lightning god, so he saw no need to go.&nbsp; So he spent the time alone sun bathing, and practicing his mist mojo, not that he had gotten very far with that.&nbsp; Sighing he decided that he really should ask someone for help with it.&nbsp; But honestly, he wanted to be able to do it on his own, not to prove to everyone that he could be good at something, although that would be a plus, but to prove to himself that he could be successful at something other than getting into some guys pant's.<br><br>His entrance into the pavilion went rather unnoticed, but he was in time to hear Mr. D and Chiron's opening speech. <em>some things never change.</em>&nbsp; Sending the camp directors a saucy grin and a wink, he sauntered over to his brother's side's.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hey Mr. Doom and gloom, it's nice to see that your alive." He never really talked to Clint, seeing that the boy had rather...negative feelings towards them in general.&nbsp; But when he did, he enjoyed messing with him as much as possible.&nbsp; "If Zachs not number one what does that make you?&nbsp; fifty sixth?"&nbsp; But poking at the boy's pride came second to his first favorite thing to bother Clint.&nbsp; "Ohhh, but I'm sure there's one thing you could come up on top of."&nbsp; Very slowly, and very deliberately Desmond's gaze swept up and down the boys frame.&nbsp; He'd grown out a little more since he had last seen him, and he could very well imagine what he looked like sans clothing.&nbsp; Once his mental undressing of the boy was over he turned his attention back to zach and slapped him on the back enthusiastically.<br><br>"Man am I glad to see you guy's back!&nbsp; For a moment there I thought I'd have the whole cabin to myself this time.&nbsp; I was thinking about pushing all the beds together so that I could really stretch out and relax you know."&nbsp; He was joking really, but still he was glad to have them back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 22:48:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Clint torments Mr. D</em></div><br>As a few eyes turned to look at the sons of the "main three" a roll of Clint's yes later he was standing to take a bow after his hand played a cruel illusion on one of the goblets he took from nearby with such stealth he doubted anyone had seen it. <br><strong>"Thank you Mr. D, for you I offer this wine goblet, filled with the finest wines this world has seen in...about 100 hundred years..." </strong><br>The shrouded goblet, looked as if it was made of gold, the side of perfect crystal which was filled with the richest looking wine the world had never known. Bringing the glass to his lips, he took a drink of wine in front of the punished god before tossing it as an offering to his father. Clint did not offer food to his father, he offered a wicked and cruel prank to which he knew if his father was watching he would have a chuckle at the expense of another. The flames widened then returned to normal, giving the heir of Hades the chance to sit only to be caught getting a stare down by Zach's brother. Desmond's stare downs were never hostile, the son of Zues was never very subtle when it came to what he wanted. A chuckle was pulled from Clint's throat.<br><strong>"We all know how you love being at the bottom Desmond, that isn't news to anyone here." </strong><br><br><div align="center"><em>Vincent and Abigale</em></div><br><strong>"Nah you don't have to do that, but I will take you up on the offer for some clothes. I really need that shower, I'll skip the sing-a-long but I'll come back for the smores. I'll sleep wherever my head lays, that is the least of my worries today." </strong><br>He smiled at her, not used to someone being so aggressive when it came to him being comfortable and "in place". Nodding his head he looked over at all of the people eating.<br><strong>"Besides, you said these people are my family right? No need to go on and hide from them, at least not when I am more presentable." </strong><br>Vincent would wait until she was ready to get going, the thoughts of a shower and a change of clothes very tempting. Spotting people in armor he pointed at them.<br><strong>"You think I'd look good in something like that? Does it come in my size?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 23:41:24</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I am in the Hermes cabin, but I'm new. I'm not the cabin leader, and I don't really know where she is...sorry."<br><br>Her stomach rumbled, and she turned more fully to the girl.<br><br>"I'm Rosetta, by the way. What's your name?"<br><br>She didn't know if the twins were going to continue to ignore her, so she sighed and tried not to worry about it."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>As the other girl informs her that she's already made a fool of herself, Thea's cheeks turn almost as red as Rosetta's hair.&nbsp; "Oh... sorry... I didn't... he just said red hair...."&nbsp; Turning away from the pretty girl, she starts into the cabin before muttering "I'm Thea...."<br><br>Spotting an open bed, she drops her duffel bag and sleeping bag onto it, then heads back to the door.&nbsp; Deciding she needs to step out of her shell, she forces herself to smile at Rosetta.&nbsp; "So...um.... that food smells good.&nbsp; Want to go get some?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 23:57:52</strong>
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				Lexi walked past the tables quietly before someone stuck their leg out tripping her up. She let out a small scream as she fell to the floor near the Ares table. As she hit the floor she cut her hand and winced before looking to see who tripped her but the person blended in with the crowd and she sighed getting up tears in her eyes as she cried silently before walking out the hall. As she left the hall she started crying freely and wiped her eyes heading into the forest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 00:08:27</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e99/pixiechanicons/stam2/036.png)<br><em>Rosetta gets hungry.</em></div><br>When the girl from the pair of siblings turned and was decently nice, Rosetta smiled in relief and nodded. She smiled kindly at Thea and hoped that her looks alone wouldn't cause the hatred that she was used to from other females. Still, she began walking toward the dining pavilion and entered it slowly. It was quite overwhelming, and she managed to catch the speech that the camp director and centaur gave. It was still overwhelming, but as she looked to the two boys in question, her attention was caught by the pale and dark haired one. The other one had all the signs of being the golden boy, surrounded by people and obviously the son of Zeus. The other one, Clint? She thought that was what Chiron called him...didn't smile, but had a mysterious aura that lured her. Still, she tried to control herself and instead went through the line. <br><br>She picked out some meat, vegetables, fruit and bread, and then threw some strawberries into the fire to appease her "mother." She sent up a prayer, hoping that she would be claimed soon, and then tried to search for a table. Most of them seemed to be full, and although she spotted her cabin leader and the boy in handcuffs, they seemed deep in conversation, and she wasn't sure she wanted to interrupt. There was an empty table where that dark and handsome man was sitting, and it seemed rather empty. She had a sudden urge to go and sit with him, but she had a feeling he might refuse. Still, she stared at him for a while until she realized he wasn't going to look back at her. <br><br>Sending a bit of her charm magic his way, she hoped that he would turn, and if he did, she would give him a smile before turning and heading to her table. As she went, she saw the head of the Ares table, and had to admit that she liked how he looked and how he was such an obvious leader. Although, Rosetta liked so many different kinds of men, and she had a hard time controlling her urges. Looking to him, though, she smiled and blushed a bit before turning away once more and heading to the Hermes table. Seeing the cabin leader and the boy who still had her bobby pin, she sat down next to Abigale and hoped that she wasn't doing anything wrong. Flipping some red curls over her shoulder, her seductive eyes moved over the tables and found the Aphrodite one...yes, she'd definitely fit in there, but there was nothing she could do about that yet. Sighing, she grabbed a glass and then turned to Abigale.<br><br>"Where do we get our drinks?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 00:21:20</strong>
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				Phil looks at his siblings " when your done eating feel free to mingle with the others" He looked at some of the older campers " no one get caught after curfew" <br>He stood and walked out of the mess hall, he was going see if the blond girl was alright. He was not sure who but some one had tripped her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 00:40:09</strong>
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				Lexi kept walking as she wiped her eyes as she walked around the camp then hiding in the woods nearby. She sat down and hugged her knees to her chest leaning her head back against the tree closing her eyes wondering her big brothers were doing right now and if they missed her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 00:54:07</strong>
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				Phil walked slowly towards her. once he was a few feet away from her he stopped " Are you alright ?" he asked. 'fuck dont be crying' he thought, she most likely was hugging ones knees usually leads to crying. He would wait to get some semblance of an answer before he started using the counseling training all cabin heads received. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 00:58:05</strong>
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				Lexi looked up "Huh, yeah I'm fine" She smiled even though she had tears in her eyes. She then got up brushing dirt and dust off her clothes she then sighed and looked around seeing it was just him and her biting her bottom lip she ran her fingers through her blond hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 01:05:21</strong>
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				" Come with me we'll get you patched up" Phil said holding his hand out to her. 'tell her your name idiot, how often do people just go anywhere with complete strangers' the voice of reason in his head was right, simple introductions were a must. " My name is Phil Greene " he said rubbing the back of his neck " Im a cabin head, if that make you feel any more at ease " 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 01:13:01</strong>
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				Lexi looked at the cut on her hand beforenodding and taking Phils hand softly "Im Lexi Collins, its nice to meet you Phil and which cabin head are you?" She asked curiously while walking closer to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 01:18:20</strong>
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				Riley watched the exchange between Zach and the children of Hades. He could only sigh to himself and retreat back into the crowd. The runner was about to return with ambrosia, but was stopped by Riley beforehand “Doesn’t look like they need it, buddy. Thanks for the assist though” He patted the guy on the helmet and walked on. We would have just drunk the stuff to save the wasted trip, but it wouldn’t do him any good to do so while there was nothing wrong with him, and besides…ambrosia didn’t cure a tortured spirit<br><br>At the pavilion, Riley watched as the other campers stuffed their faces. He went in to grab a plate before he went to the fire. He stared at the plate, full of food, and dumped it all into the fire while his eyes closed <em>I don’t know what to do, Mother. I just…I just need a little help</em> he thought before moving on. He would forego dinner if he thought that was a good enough offering for the advice he sought, but maybe he needed a goat instead…he scoffed at the idea. He’d be better off sacrificing a bucket of KFC.<br><br>He put the plate away, and was about to wander out when he saw a girl tripped along the aisle. He immediately walked over, but the girl had already got up and rushed out. He could hear snickers and pretend crying at the Ares table. He looked over at the group for a cool moment. At first the jokers were taken aback, but realizing they had a whole posse around them, quickly issued a challenge. Riley was a lot of things, but not stupid. He’d pick the time and the place if he had to. On his terms. With an agitated flick of his tongue against his cheek, he walked by the group to try and follow the girl.<br><br>After a walk into the woods, Riley managed to pick up a quick bout of sniffling, as someone tried to hide the fact that they were crying. He moved surprisingly quiet through the woods to get to her, and didn’t know if she would notice him or not. He was about to reveal himself when Phil had already asked if the girl was okay. He smiled and leaned against a tree, watching them get up to go back to the cabins. The fact of the matter was she was alright now. He could live with that. He decided to stick around a bit and listen to the animals in the forest. A sad little smile played across his face as he heard an owl. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 01:26:13</strong>
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				" Nice to meet you Lexi " he said leading her towards the big house. <br>" I lead cabin number four, Demeter's cabin" it was a little while before they would reach the doors of the big house, Phil figured idle chit chat might help Lexi take her mind of things. " how long have you known the truth " he asked somewhat quietly 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 01:34:04</strong>
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				Lexi looked up at the house "Thats cool and about a month" She laughed softly before looking at the floor "I was out with a guy friend, he wanted more and I told him no. He then went crazy and tried to drive me off a cliff with him saying that if he couldn't have me nobody could, thats when Aphrodite pulled me out the car and he went over the cliff before we could stop him" She shuddered at the memory "Thats when I got told what I was and dumped off here". <br><br>As she was walking she noticed a guy leaning against a tree and she waved at him before smiling not realising she had used some of her powers trying to charm him. She then turned back to Phil "So how did you discover your powers?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 01:47:59</strong>
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				His reverie was interrupted with sudden movement to the side of him, and noticed it was the girl. He gave her a head nod as a ‘wassup’, and nodded to Phil formally, before looking back out into the woods. He thought of his sword back at the cabin, and knew it was folly to be alone in the woods without some kind of protection. Suddenly his eyes perked up as he smiled broadly. <em>’caught in the woods…without protection’</em> Yeah…maybe he should have ate. He was starting to get loopy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 01:49:30</strong>
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				Thea followed Rosetta to the mess hall, but quickly lost her in the crowd of people.&nbsp; Once more alone, she walked through the line to get some food.&nbsp; Loading it up on a plate, she glanced around the room but doesn't spot any obviously open seats.&nbsp; Deciding she's had a tiring enough day as it is, she headed outside instead.&nbsp; <br><br>She managed to get back to her cabin before realizing she probably wouldn't be allowed to eat in there.&nbsp; In fact, she probably was gonna get in trouble for even taking the food from the cafeteria.&nbsp; Certain she's made another mess of things, she decided to head for the lake instead.&nbsp; At least the water there will be soothing, and there's probably a dock she can sit on.<br><br>She'd just started to walk along the path through the woods towards the shore when she hears a rustle from behind a tree.&nbsp; Yelping in surprise, she quickly turned around... dropping her plate in the process.&nbsp; It shattered against a stone, leaving the formerly delicious meal a pile of mushed food and sharp plate shards.&nbsp; Groaning, she looked up at the young man who had surprised her.&nbsp; "Sorry... I didn't get any on you did I?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 01:57:17</strong>
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				Phil nodded slowly as she told her story, Half-blood lives were rarely anything but tragic. When she asked him the same thing he sighed it was eight years ago and he remembered it like it was yesterday. " I was eleven my father died trying to protect me from monsters." Phil looked up at the stars " Demeter came for me, she brought me here " 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 02:01:23</strong>
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				Lexi smiled at Riley as he nodded at her, she then looked at Phil sadly "I'm sorry about your dad Phil. Atleast Demeter was there for you" She smiled then kissed his cheek softly "I've never seen a monster before and I hope to never see one". She said quietly as she walked beside him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 02:22:46</strong>
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				Phil sighed as he led her into the infirmary of the big house. "Did Aphrodite not come for you, if she didnt care about you wouldnt she have just let you die " Part of him could understand Lexi's hate for her mother. But a larger part disagreed, it was blind loyalty to his godly parent. " She sent you here to train and control your powers, you would want some semblance of a normal life wouldnt you Lexi?" He looked her in the eyes " You dont want every man to fall over themselves or over a cliff for you again would you?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 02:31:21</strong>
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				Lexi looked at the floor as he led her into the infirmary “She did but all she did was pull me out the car, send me home and then 3 weeks later my dad drops me off outside a forest with a letter from her telling me where to go and what’s happening”. She then looked back into his eyes “No I don’t and I do want a normal life it’s just she may be my biological mother but I don’t think of her as my mother, she wasn’t there for me like my step mom was.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 02:40:24</strong>
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				" I understand what your trying to say" Phil said looking about the empty infirmary. " great everyone is out celebrating" phil walked over to a cabinet, he looked back at her. " its good you have someone to go back to Lexi " Phil grabbed a med kit and walked back over to her " now whats bleeding"&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 02:44:33</strong>
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				She nodded "If my dads not there I've always got my brothers" She laughed softly before blushing then holding her hand out showing the cut that was still bleeding "This, so how long have you been here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 04:12:02</strong>
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				" Thats true you'll also have your step-mother " Phil said pouring some alcohol on a cotton swab. " your going to feel a little sting " he said as he dabbed it lightly against the cut. " you may feel like Aphrodite has given you nothing, you may feel like she has never cared or been there for you"&nbsp; He tossed the cotton ball into the trash. " But she brought you into the world, she kept you in it and she has given you many Brothers and sisters" Phil smiled faintly at her as he bandaged her wound. " take it from someone who's been in your shoes, Metaphorically speaking of course." <br><br>He stopped " oh right I turn twenty in march so this will be my ninth year here, I only leave camps to go on group quests" he looked down at her hand " you might not even have a scar " 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 04:20:06</strong>
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				Lexi smiled at him before wincing as he dabbed the cotton swab on her cut “Ow” She then sighed in relief when it stopped “Yeah I know all that and thanks thats great I might not have a scar” She looked into his eyes not knowing her powers were beginning to work as she looked into her eyes “Cool, so you only leave for quests and that’s it? You can’t go into town to hang out with your friends?” She asked curiously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 04:31:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr><br>Sarah stormed away from Harold, her hair flying behind her as she jogged down the hill and to the dining pavilion. The only thing keeping her from getting her spear and running the lame legs through with it was the fact that killing another half-blood on the first day, and on purpose, would likely get her into a lot of trouble. For now, she clenched her fists tight. She wanted to show up her brother and smack that other boy over the head with her shield. The chariot race seemed like a good time and place to get even with both of them. Her brother hadn't really done anything wrong and she guessed that if she had a sister here she wouldn't be so upset. Her mother always told her that her temper was nearly as short as her fathers. The smallest things always set her off. Sometimes it took every ounce of will power to not beat someone over the head for scraping their teeth on their forks when they ate. <br><br>The dining pavilion was full and she got there just after Chiron's speech. Without being told what to do, she pushed half a plate of food into the fire, <em>'Father...help me control myself...'</em> she'd been praying for that since she was thirteen. Sometimes she wondered if her father was even listening or if he only listened to his sons. Her mother had always been proud to have the child of a god, but even she'd commented sometimes that she might of been better with a son. After all, how many myths and stories were there about female heroes? Not many.<br><br>Sarah walked over to her brother after being waved down by him. She settled into the seat on his right side, asserting herself as the one that would take over leadership should he fall or fail. A few of her brothers gave her a small sneer, but for now none of them challenged her, "Someone's waving at you..." she pointed at Rosetta. The red head was obviously beautiful and while it didn't really matter, she wondered if Goldberg was her boyfriend. That was a little off putting since she knew nearly everyone here was related in some way. Maybe not a close relation, but it was still there.<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>It was nice to hear that he was wanting to interact with the others. That was always a good thing. Even Abigale, who wasn't overly social, managed to mingle with her siblings and the others. She just found it hard to make friends here when her mother died just over the hill, "Okay, we'll go get you cleaned up and dressed and be back in time for smores. That's the best part anyways. The singing is horrible. Not many here can carry a tune," though the fire was nice to watch during the singing. The louder the singing and the better the mood, the more colors in changed and the higher the flames got. It was pretty amazing to see...if one could ignore the terrible mixture of voices. <br><br>Abigale was picking at her food a bit when he pointed out the armor, "Yeah, sure, we can get you a set. We have standard sets, but if you're nice to them, the kids in Hephaestus' Cabin will make you a fitted set," she smiled lightly and pushed her plate away, "You ready?"<br><br>If Rosetta had waited a moment longer, Abigale would of got up to leave, "Oh! Ummm..." she turned to see the natural red head and was hit with the sudden urge to smack the girl. There was no doubt that this girl belong in Aphrodite's cabin. Over the years Abigale managed to resist the effects the children of Aphrodite caused. The boys no longer made her stutter or blush and she didn't want to strangle the girls. The resistance was only tested when she was caught off guard, like right now, "It's easy," she forced a smile as she picked up her own empty goblet, "...just tell it what you want. See...Cherry Limeade," the glass filled with the pinkish liquid, "And if you're picky about it, it can change color too...Purple Cherry Limeade," the drink changed purple with a small <em>'pop'</em> noise.<br><br>She turned back to Vincent, having turned away from him for the first time tonight to talk to Rosetta, "Mine if we wait a few more minutes?" she was a cabin leader and wasn't about to leave Rosetta alone till the girl felt settled.<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em> Mr. D and Chiron</em></div><hr><br>Chiron watched the campers eat and talk. It was always a good day when so many of them were here. The lack of familiar faces always pulled at his heart and he prayed that they would show up in the coming days. It was a sad day when he heard of one of their deaths. He felt like maybe he could of trained them better or worked them harder. Everyday without a death notice was a good day, but if a missing face appeared over the hill it was a great day. But his thoughts were broken when he heard Clint and caught the scent of wine. It was all he could to keep from laughing. Clint was a lot of things, but he had a decent sense of humor. Or so Chiron thought. <br><br>The moment Clint summoned the wine, the God's nose caught the scent. He could still summon the drink, but if he dared put it to his lips he knew Zeus would banish him into the pits of the Tartarus, and that would be on a good day. Dionysus' eyes narrowed on the son of Hades, "Boy, you dare to test me?! I might be sentenced to serving in this place, but I still have my powers. I'll turn you into a cow and let the harpies pick away at your flesh and..."<br><br>Chiron couldn't help it anymore, he started chuckling, "Come on, Mr. D. Clint would <em>never</em> openly disrespect you, I'm sure of it..."<br><br>Dionysus took a deep breath, the whole pavilion being filled with a sudden chill for a moment, but it faded as he sat down and the warmth of the fire took the area back over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 04:39:50</strong>
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				Phil averted his eyes her unchecked powers were starting to work on him. he shook his head " we half-bloods attract monsters, going into town puts people at risk". Phil chuckled " truthfully all my friends live at the camp " 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 04:43:06</strong>
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				Lexi noticed him avert his eyes and she quickly closed her eyes “I’m sorry. I can’t control my powers” She kept her eyes closed as she talked not wanting to risk seducing him with her powers “I hope I can make some friends here.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 04:56:46</strong>
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				Phil chuckled as she kept her eyes closed " Lexi dont worry about your powers, I have been around powers like yours before ". Phil put his hand on her cheek and gave it a light stroke " you will meet friends here dont worry about that, just try to keep a little smile or people will think you belong in cabin thirteen '
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 05:02:23</strong>
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				Lexi opened her eyes and smiled at him as he put his hand on her cheek and gave it a light stroke "Ok I will" She stood up looking upat him "Can we go back to the dining room? I guess I've got to meet people and try to make friends" She laughed softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 05:10:03</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e99/pixiechanicons/stam2/075.png)</div><br>There was a brief look on Abigale's face that made Rosetta flinch, but then her cabin leader smiled and seemed nice enough. Smiling awkwardly back at her, she wished that she could say it was the first time that had happened, but it wasn't. She actually had been slapped by girls before, for no reason other than her looks...and accusations that she was trying to steal their boyfriends, when Rosetta didn't even know their boyfriends! Sighing, she put her food down and slid into the seat, looking at the little magic drink trick with one raised perfectly arched eyebrow. Holding her cup in one hand, she spoke a bit unsure.<br><br>"I want...cream soda."<br><br>Immediately, there was cream soda in the glass, and Rosetta's red lips curved into an excited smile.<br><br>"Make it blue!"<br><br>And it was blue! This was too much fun. She almost giggled with happiness, but instead took a drink and chuckled.<br><br>"That's so cool! Thanks."<br><br>When Abigale seemed to be staying only for Rosetta's sake, the girl shook her head and smiled.<br><br>"No, please don't stay for me. Go and do whatever you need to. I'll be fine."<br><br>She didn't want to be a burden on her first day, plus, it was hard enough for daughters of Aphrodite to make female friends as it was...she didn't need to make it any harder. She still looked up and made glances back and forth between the son of Hades and the son of Ares, but she tried to keep her powers under control...for now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 05:21:12</strong>
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				Phil nodded " sure, tradition states you have to sit with your cabin but" he chuckled and shook his head " Mr.D doesnt really care for tradition, you can sit with me if you want."<br>He stuck his hands into his pockets and started to head for the door, looking over his shoulder to see if Lexi was going to follow. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 05:26:31</strong>
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				Lexi smiled at Phil "Sure I'd love sit with you" She stood up then followed him towards the door before linking her arm through his smiling up at him before kissing his cheek "Thanks for sorting my hand out"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 05:37:12</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3577195#msg3577195">Quote from: Tad on 03-09-2010, 01:49:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She'd just started to walk along the path through the woods towards the shore when she hears a rustle from behind a tree.&nbsp; Yelping in surprise, she quickly turned around... dropping her plate in the process.&nbsp; It shattered against a stone, leaving the formerly delicious meal a pile of mushed food and sharp plate shards.&nbsp; Groaning, she looked up at the young man who had surprised her.&nbsp; "Sorry... I didn't get any on you did I?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Riley was still enjoying the solitude of the night when he heard approaching steps. A girl, it looked like, and she was holding a plate. He could only guess as to what her reaction would be if she suddenly saw him, so he just remained as still as possible. His foot shifted to create the rustle that would frighten the girl enough to drop her plate. Riley frown and rushed up to her, his hands slightly raised so she knew he was not some monster “On me? No, but you lost a whole plate of food, there. I take full responsibility, and will gladly go back to get you more.” He gave her a loose grin, then added a quick afterthought “Oh…don’t worry about the food. The Harpies’ll take care of it later”<br><br>He moved around the food, not really giving her a chance to say no. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, he would have still got her something. As he walked, he spoke to her “My name’s Riley. I figured since I ruined your first meal, I could at least give you my name” He chuckled dryly and continued on to the pavilion. At the entrance, he waited on her to catch up and waved a hand to the mess. “You say the food, and I’ll pack it”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 05:38:00</strong>
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				His face flushed a very light pink " I..It was nothing just doing my job ". He had stammered, twice today he had helped a new girl and gotten kissed. Sure it was just cheek but since he rarely left the camp his social life, and experience was slightly limited. Nothing got to hot and heavy, and when it had well his partner often left the camp. They said he was fun but not the one, Phil just figured he would never find love. <br><br>It didn't help any her powers were unchecked and he was a hotblooded male who hadn't had any in twenty one months. " Im sure if Riley had gotten to you before I did he would have done the same." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 05:43:42</strong>
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				Lexi smiled at him and she knew her powers weren't working right now. She walked alongside him resting her head on his arm softly "Yeah I'm sure he would of, but everybody I've met so far have been so nice" She giggled softly staying close to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 05:53:35</strong>
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				Phil raised an eyebrow as she held onto him. feeling slightly awkward as they walked in silence a question came to mind. " oh who have you met ?" he asked&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 05:56:31</strong>
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				Lexi blushed and whispered "Just you and Riley who nodded". She bit her bottom lip and looked at the floor slightly embaressed that she had only met two guys.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 05:59:35</strong>
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				Taking a deep breath, Harold ignored the eyes staring at him, instead focusing on the front of the pavilion, where that centaur was standing, a man beside him, talking with a group of young men.&nbsp; Deciding that they were probably in charge, and they would be the ones to speak to, he hoisted his bag back up onto his shoulder and started to walk.&nbsp; He passed by a few tables, noticing that Sarah girl sitting at one.&nbsp; As he walked by, he caught her attention, smirked, and mouthed 'bitch' to her before continuing on his way.&nbsp; As he passed by another table, he found his head turning, taking in the group of beauties sitting at it.&nbsp; His body turned, and he began to move towards the table almost magnetically before he shook his head and resuming his original course.&nbsp; '<em>Weird, why did I start walking over there?&nbsp; Yeah, sure they were hot...sexy...their beauty almost otherworldly...</em>' He shook his head again.&nbsp; '<em>Whoa, keep it together Harold.</em>'<br><br>He limped his way up to the front of the pavilion, stopping close to where the centaur was standing and talking with the others.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, he waited until their was a lull in the conversation before speaking up.&nbsp; "Uh..hi....Um, my name is Harold Ostman, I don't know if you've been expecting me or not.&nbsp; I have no idea what this place is, who you people are, or what I'm doing here.&nbsp; But you look like you're in charge, and I would really like some answers......Please."&nbsp; He normally wasn't this nervous, but then again, it's not every day you see a real, living centaur.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 05:59:53</strong>
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				<br><br><div align="center"><em><br>Vincent, Abigale and Rosetta </em></div><hr><hr><hr><br><strong>"Sure..."</strong><br>He was about to get up when someone else joined them at the very busy table. Nodding his head at her he offered her a smile and watched on as she learned the "drink cup" trick like he had moments ago. It made him chuckle a few times before he spoke.<br><strong>"That's an awesome trick right? It don't work for beer sadly, I tried." </strong><br>A flirty wink was shot at Abigale before he grinned and settled back in place to make conversation with both red heads but did not when she saw that the girl that just joined their table was distracted. To be polite he just waited for Abigale to say the word before they got going, even making his way back to the tables that never seemed to run out of food to return with a big slice of apple pie with a scoop of ice cream in the middle.&nbsp; <br><strong>"We aren't in any rush, Abigale just wanted to see me take a shower right? No no, she was just going to help me out of my clothes.</strong><br>He grinned again as he sat, eating once more and waving at a few people who he had ran into at the table when he got up. Everyone seemed friendly enough, good thing he did not see the blond girl trip because of the meat heads, if not he would have been the first one to go up and tell them to pick on someone their own size. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 06:04:46</strong>
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				She snarled at Clint's retreating back, hunching her shoulders to resist the urge to tackle him and teach him a lesson.&nbsp; While her brother knew her well enough to know her moods, and thoughts- he also excelled at pushing every button she had.&nbsp; Of course he did it with style, but that did not stop her from wanting to chin check the little bastard.&nbsp; He had given her Cabin Leader when he left, and apparently did not want it back.&nbsp; That was okay, she was older.&nbsp; By three minutes, but none the less.&nbsp; She felt the presence of Zach before she saw him.&nbsp; Tearing her eyes from the direction Clint had gone, she swung her gaze back to the Son of Zeus.&nbsp; She grinned smugly at his words, looking albeit bored at him.<br><br><strong>"I had actually hoped you'd fail, but you prove me wrong time and time again.&nbsp; Crossing my fingers though,"</strong> Cecilia said, holding up her fingers, which were indeed crossed.&nbsp; He passed and she felt the normal shocks from his passing.&nbsp; She hissed and moved away, heading towards the Mess Hall.&nbsp; Even after Zachari had been gone for some time, he still made her want to do naughty things to him frequently and with haste.&nbsp; Shaking her head, she got in line behind some other campers.&nbsp; Of course, she and Clint usually cut- just to irk some people, and more because they were just like that.&nbsp; Tonight, she was thinking more on other things than the fact that she was hungry.<br><br>Retrieving her food, she stepped up to fire and offered the best choice of her meal to her father.&nbsp; Hades was not a man of many words, or little love- but she offered her thanks to him anyways.&nbsp; The smell of sulfur and Death filled her nose and she smiled.&nbsp; <em>'Father...'</em>&nbsp; Moving past Zach, she tried not to look and succeeded.&nbsp; As she slide into her seat across from Clint, she was just in time to hear the "speeches" from Mr. D and Chiron. Nothing changed, and she did not join the other campers in welcoming back anyone.&nbsp; She stared at her food before digging in.&nbsp; Glancing across the table, she blinked at Clint as he walked away, <strong>"Try not to break too many things, hmm?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 06:12:57</strong>
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				The girl turned, her hair shining almost gold in the moonlight.&nbsp; Her eyes looked at the young man questioningly, as if expecting he's playing a trick o her.&nbsp; "Harpies?&nbsp; What are those? Some sort of wild animal?"&nbsp; She glanced around nervously, as if expecting something to dart out from the underbrush after the pile of food.<br><br>Not seeing anything swarm the broken plate, she looked at Riley once more.&nbsp; But the older boy had started walking back towards the building.&nbsp; Looking nervously at the mess once more, she quickly followed after him.&nbsp; Whatever a harpy is, it didn't sound pleasant.<br><br>Managing to catch up with him just outside the mess hall entrance, she murmured "You... you really don't have to get me anything.&nbsp; I wasn't really hungry anyways."&nbsp; She didn't mention that her lack of appetite was due to her being so overwhelmed by everything.&nbsp; Then a thought struck her.&nbsp; He seemed to know what was going on here.&nbsp; Maybe he could explain it to her.&nbsp; "I'd rather know what this place is.&nbsp; Is it a drug rehab camp or something?"&nbsp; Immediately she regretted her words.&nbsp; Now if that wasn't what the camp was for, she'd sound like a druggy.&nbsp; Wonderful!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 06:16:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Clint "socializes" his way </em></div><hr><hr><strong><br>"Of course not Mr. D, I would never dream of it." </strong><br>Clint offered Mr. D a fake smile, finishing up his meal and tossing the scraps into the fire for his father. He had felt the chill and only looked amused, Mr.D was not all that bad but it would not be their type of relationship if he did not make the scorned god's life even more of a hell. Feeling something caress his neck he turned to look over at an obvious daughter of Aphrodite try to charm him. Had he been who he was five years earlier he would have fallen for it (again) but this time he simply waved off the seduction as if it was an annoying bug. Luckily this one was weak, even he knew a well trained temptress could bring him to his knees, such a weakness always bothered him. The daughters of Aphrodite were dangerous to him, years ago it had nearly been his ruin, if it had not been Cecilia. <br><br>With his meal finished he felt the gaze of lust upon them, one from Desmond the other from the "unclaimed" daughter, getting to that assumption after he saw her sitting away from her sister table of ditzes and whores. With no other purpose at the pavilion, he walked off towards the forest looking for a little "excitement"...<br><strong>"What's that Cecilla? I can't hear you..." </strong><br>He turned with a grin before his form shifted back into his black falcon and he flew off, weaving between two people that were approaching the pavilion a little late for dinner. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 06:21:06</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3578279#msg3578279">Quote from: Damnedangel on 03-09-2010, 05:56:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lexi blushed and whispered "Just you and Riley who nodded". She bit her bottom lip and looked at the floor slightly embaressed that she had only met two guys.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Phil blinked apparently he had made a goo first impression. He could tell she was just a little embarrassed " whats with the whispering Lexi " he said stopping just outside the mess hall. Phil faced her, a hand tilted her chin up and he brushed his lips against hers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 08:43:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta finishes her supper and heads out to explore a bit.</em></div><br>Rosetta smiled as the boy seemed to be a little more polite than he was earlier. Perhaps it was because he was full and had been explained some things. She ate the food and was surprised by how absolutely delicious it all was! This was like nothing she'd eaten, and even though she was a good cook, she could never make anything like this. Because of that, she got rather into the meal, and only when she was done did she realize that she'd been a pig while they'd been so nice. Blushing, she smiled apologetically.<br><br>"Sorry...that was some really good food."<br><br>She chuckled and then finished her drink before standing up. She asked Abigale what she was supposed to do with her dishes, and once that was done, she gave them both a nod and a smile.<br><br>"Thanks again."<br><br>Deciding to give them the time to do whatever "showering" they were going to, Rosetta walked out into the open space of the camp and took a deep breath. She always loved night, and could honestly wander around under the stars and never get bored. They'd been warned again and again to stay out of the forest, and she would have disobeyed if she hadn't been so clumsy at fighting. Unlike most kids here, she had no combat training, and her only weapon was her vagina. <br><br>Sighing, she saw a black bird fly away, and for some reason she wanted to follow it, but she soon lost sight. Walking toward the lake, she hummed softly and pulled out a mirror to make sure she didn't have any food on her face or in her teeth. Satisfied she looked decent, she kept walking. Curious to see if her powers would work when the man wasn't in sight, she sent out her light love magic to see if it affected any man in the area. She wasn't trying to cause mischief, she just wanted to experiment with her abilities...if they existed. Either way, she kept walking down a path that grew darker and darker...not afraid at all, even if she should have been.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 10:58:43</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3575621#msg3575621">Quote from: Aiden on 02-09-2010, 20:43:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"You never could handle coming in second Zachy...better get used to it." </strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"When have I ever come in second to a bottom feeder like you?&nbsp; You try and take what you want, why?&nbsp; Because your father is Hades.... That is very sad, you flaunt power because you lack it.&nbsp; Clint, you show your power because you are afraid that if you don't, no one would care if you even return.</strong>"&nbsp; Zach said with a small smile, tired of the childish games.&nbsp; He stood in line diverting his attention to his brother whom were talking to other cabin members.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3576215#msg3576215">Quote from: undisclosedtoyou on 02-09-2010, 22:44:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> <strong>"Man am I glad to see you guy's back!&nbsp; For a moment there I thought I'd have the whole cabin to myself this time.&nbsp; I was thinking about pushing all the beds together so that I could really stretch out and relax you know."</strong>&nbsp; He was joking really, but still he was glad to have them back.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"I am glad to see you in good health as well little brother.&nbsp; Staying out of trouble I hope?</strong>&nbsp; Zach asked with a smirk.&nbsp; He knew Desmond wouldn't cause to much of a problem on his own, but it is a good thing that he had returned when he did.&nbsp; <strong>"... So, what has happened to the cabin?</strong> He asked before he was interrupted by Clints remark.&nbsp; <strong>"You are one to talk, Clint.&nbsp; I mean your father took the shaft really well."</strong>&nbsp; Zach said loud enough for the camp to hear, lightning cracking around his fists.&nbsp; Zach didn't care that his brother was the way he was, but he'd be damned if someone was going to ridicule him for it.<br><br>After what seemed a life time, Zach got his food and made his offering of meat to Zeus and a olive branch that he gave to Mr. D.&nbsp; <strong>"For Zeus.</strong>&nbsp; He said softly.&nbsp; He motioned for his brother to do the same, and as they did storm clouds rolled in over head.&nbsp; Thunder and lighting danced across the sky as Zeus began his approval of the two who proved themselves.&nbsp; <strong>"Father is pleased brothers, we shall send his spoils to him tomorrow."</strong>&nbsp; He said as he sat and began to eat his meal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 13:40:51</strong>
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				“Because you’re the only person to talk to me and it’s kind of embarrassing to me that I’ve only met one person” She shrugged. The moment he tilted her chin up and brushed his lips against hers she blushed and stepped away “Please tell me you did that of your own free will and not because of my powers?” She talked nervously wanting to believe that he did that himself and not because of her powers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 13:57:22</strong>
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				<div align="center">Riley and Thea Grab a Bite</div><hr>As they stood at the main entrance of the mess, Riley heard her question over the chatter of the busy pavilion. A quick turn towards her revealed an amused boy with a raised eyebrow, wondering very much if she was pulling his leg. Then he really looked at her. In the torchlight, she could probably notice his eyes are a strange shade of hazel, almost like there was a smokiness to them. No…she definitely wasn’t kidding. “No, this isn’t a rehab camp…look, I’ll tell you what I know, but first you have to get something else to eat” He walked down the aisle, figuring she’d follow him.<br><br>Grabbing a plate, he pointed at certain things, waiting on her to nod yes and shake no. Piling it up as he talked “Listen. This place is called Camp Half-Blood, in case you didn’t see it by now” He turned to her to show his navy blue shirt with white letters showing the camp name and continued on “You’re here, because one way or another, you’re a Greek god’s kid.” He stopped and looked at her with a small grin “Don’t freak out, okay? It’s going to take some getting used to”<br><br>He continued on down the line to get her a cup, making sure this time that she was right next to him. He should have waited to tell her about things earlier, and figured she must have missed out on seeing the Satyrs or Chiron. “We can talk about it, eh? Let’s just go where you were originally planning to go to eat…of course the only place past where I was were the docks. Was that it?” he paused by the fire and held out her plate for her “Before you answer, one quick thing…you’re going to need to throw some of your food in the fire. Not much, but it has to be amongst the best here. It’s a tradition to honor those that have given us life…” He stared a little silently at the fire for a few seconds before blinking out of it. He gave her an apologetic smile and urged her on “Just give them a thanks, for now. Doesn’t have to be complicated.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 17:19:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Sarah's temper...</em></div><hr><br>She squeezed her fist around her fork when she saw Harold walking by. He mouthed the word <em>bitch</em> and she was ready to jump over the table and break his good leg, "...fucking lame legged...bastard...son of a whore..." she muttered from behind her clenched teeth, "...run you through...damn you to Tartarus..."<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>Abigale was glad to see that Rosetta picked up on how to make drinks appear. It was always nice to see that look of surprise on someone when things started to happen around here. It reminded her that there were still people that were new to this stuff. Abigale hadn't left the camp in two years, being a year round camper since she had no home to go to. Her first year here she'd decided to leave at the end of the summer to travel a bit. She'd only just barely managed to make it back here in one piece. It wasn't that she was scared to be out on her own, but she just didn't feel confident in herself outside the camp. While a camper could be killed during an event or if a monster got stray from the forest, it was less likely than if a camper stepped outside the boundaries. Abigale didn't wish to die any time soon. Seeing Rosetta and Vincent's reactions to everything reminded her that there was still a world outside the camp and that things could still be surprising.<br><br>The Vincent had to ruin it by speaking, "Watch you shower? Not likely," though it did make her smile that he could take such things with such a light heart, "I have no interest in getting you out of your clothes, Vincent. What I am interested in is getting you cleaned up. You smell like a goat," she smirked, mostly joking. Abigale wasn't sure how long he'd gone without a good shower. Traveling with a Satyr usually meant little time for rest or relaxation and even less time for personal hygiene. <br><br>Abigale picked a little more at her food as Rosetta ate, not wanting to leave the girl alone till she was sure she'd be okay, "Don't worry. Most makes pigs of themselves the first day. The food is really good. I'm pretty sure I ate a whole cow the first meal I ate here. Just leave the plates. The harpies will take care of it. Take care and try to stay away from the forest," she called after Rosetta as the girl walked off. Most people managed to stay out of trouble the first few days.<br><br>Turning back to Vincent, "Let's get you that shower, shall we?" she stood and started leading him back towards the cabins. Just outside the ring of cabins was a locker room type building. Inside was separated between boys and girls. It was very much like a school locker room. A few benches, some places to put shoes and clothes, and then the open shower area that could hold about six people at a time, "The boys stuff is over there. The cabinet in the back should have some standard clothes for you. Jeans, T-shirts, maybe even some socks. It's all clean and should work till we get you something of your own, clothing and armor."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 17:45:18</strong>
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				Phil nodded " Lexi I've had eight years of practice dealing with powers like yours ". Phil took a step back "see, Im not pining you up against that pillar and raping you now am I ?" her powers were not that strong. Not like Rosetta's, then again his slight fetish for redheads may have been the reason his powers actually pushed him to her instead of Lexi. He shrugged " Come on ill show you the how orange juice can be green and still taste like orange juice" he walked past her now. He looked back just once to make sure Lexi was actually coming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 17:54:44</strong>
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				Lexi looked at Phil before shaking her head “No you’re not. I’m sorry it’s just if a guy gets intimate with me I’m scared its because of my powers and not just the real me” She then smiled hearing how orange juice can be green but still taste like orange juice “Mmm interesting” She giggled and followed him before looking around the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 18:06:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Chiron and Harold</em></div><hr><br>The centaur was enjoying his meal when he heard the boy introduce himself. He eyed the boy's leg for a moment before smiling, "Expecting you? No, but I'm always glad to see a Half-Blood make it here safely," since the boy seemed to want answers, he doubted Harold's parents had explained anything to him, "I'd be glad to answer any questions you have, Harold. I'm Chiron, by the way. Ask me anything. There is very little I can't tell you."<br><br>It was uncommon, but he pat the seat next to himself for Harold to sit, "Please. Eat. You look hungry."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 18:09:18</strong>
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				Phil made his way over to the empty fourth table and took a seat. It appeared like things were winding down though the boys from Zeus's cabin were still around. There was also a hand full of Apollo's and Aphrodite's children talking a few tables over. Phil looked at Lexi " Take a seat grab a goblet and a plate" he paused "If you like salads or anything that isn't a meat product I can make it fresh right now ". 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 18:13:35</strong>
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				Lexi sat beside Phil and took a goblet "I'm not hungry I've already eaten but thanks for the offer, maybe next time I can try the fresh stuff. But I am thirsty" She smiled at him then looked at the empty goblet curiously before sighing "Please tell me I can get a white chocolate milkshake round here? I haven't had one in years and would literally would kill for one" She giggled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 18:18:23</strong>
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				He chuckled " look into the goblet and think about what you want, speaking works to but it just looks funny" .&nbsp; he grabbed his own goblet glanced at it and it started steaming. filled to the brim was a dark brown liquid " Dark Hot chocolate " he said before having a taste. "give it a try"he said 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 18:20:24</strong>
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				As Riley explains it isn't a rehab center, her cheeks blaze red. Nodding at the closest food, she tries to explain herself without making things even worse. "Well, that's good... I don't do drugs... I mean... I think my mom thinks I do, but I don't.&nbsp; I assumed that's why she hustled me off so fast... but now I don't...."&nbsp; She stops mid sentence as she heard his rationale for why they are all there.&nbsp; Her jaw drops and she glances around to see if maybe some of his friends were egging him on.&nbsp; Seeing no one looking their way, she turns back to him with a confused and disbelieving look.<br><br>"You sure this isn't a rehab camp?&nbsp; That maybe you just found a way to sneak some inside?&nbsp; 'Cause unless you're on drugs, there's something seriously wrong here.&nbsp; Greek gods, like from mythology?&nbsp; That's just crazy!"&nbsp; She starts to try and back away from him a bit, but the line keep pushing her forward.&nbsp; Soon they're standing near the fire, and Riley offers his advice about the offering.&nbsp; Suddenly it all makes sense.&nbsp; Well, not all, but mostly.&nbsp; This must be a cult or something.&nbsp; One that apparently worships the old Greek gods.&nbsp; That would explain why he'd said they were all children of the gods, and why they made offerings to gods that don't exist.<br><br>Deciding to try and play along, she takes a piece of the main course and throws it into the fire.&nbsp; But rather than pray as it burns, she tries to figure out what to do next.&nbsp; Why her mother sent her here, she doesn't know, but she needs to get out before something bad happens.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 18:23:57</strong>
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				Lexi looked down at her goblet curiously thinking about a white chocolate milkshake. She then let out a soft gasp seeing it fill with white liquid, she lifted the goblet and took a sip before closing her eyes smiling to herself remembering the first time she tasted a white chocolate milkshake. She then put the goblet down and said quietly "This place is amazing". She then kissed Phil's cheek as the dragon around her neck moved up onto her cheek then back down her body before curling itself around her bellybutton.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 18:25:55</strong>
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				Looking at the tables laden with food, of all different kinds, Harold felt and heard his stomach let out a loud, hungry growl.&nbsp; "Um...Thank you..." Picking up a plate, he began to load it up with food, making sure to get a balanced meal.&nbsp; Just because he was off at some 'camp' didn't mean he could neglect his health.&nbsp; Once his plate was full, he limped his way over to the bonfire in the center.&nbsp; He had noticed how most, if not all, of the other kids had thrown at least some portion of their meal into the fire, and believing it to be some sort of tradition and not wanting to offend anyone, he tossed in some of his own as well.&nbsp; For a moment, he thought he felt the flames become hotter, brighter; and he could have sworn he had seen a face in them.&nbsp; Blaming it all on his hunger, he made his way back to Chiron and sat down.<br><br>He ate quickly, wanting to get some food in his belly before unloading all his questions on the man..centaur.&nbsp; Once he had demolished half his plate, he turned once more to look at Chiron.&nbsp; "So, I guess the first question I have, is why does everyone keep calling me a Half-Blood?&nbsp; What's a Half-Blood?&nbsp; I met a girl, who referred to herself as a daughter of Ares, but that can't be true, right?&nbsp; I mean, gods aren't real, they're just parts of mythology."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 18:39:34</strong>
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				<em><strong>Riley and Thea – You can’t handle the truth!</strong></em><br><br>Riley had moved along the line, gesturing and placing food along her plate as he went. In the middle of things, they continued their conversation. “Not crazy, just unexpected. Look, I was one of the lucky ones. I knew what was going on before I got here. People like you were probably hurried here, with or without a rather large monster who wanted to eat you right on your ass. I can understand your confusion, but it doesn’t change the situation”<br><br>As she dropped the food into the fire, he grinned at her slyly “Smelling anything interesting? Something that maybe doesn’t smell like what you put into the fire?” They all did, but just what it was differed depending on the person. He waited for her to get it, or miss it, and then spoke to her. He wanted to be direct, but he also did not want to alarm her. “The gods are real. Do not mock their favor. It’s why you’re here now, with us.” <br><br>To wrap the situation in a nice tight bow for her, he gave her the empty goblet he grabbed for her earlier “Think of what you want to drink. Anything. See what happens.” No one wanted to believe at first, but that just meant that it would take a little more time for it to really sink in. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 19:03:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Chiron explains...</em></div><br>As the boy got his food, Chiron couldn't help but notice the strange look he was getting from Zeus' table. It was Desmond. Something about that boy always seemed odd to him. It might of been his age, but he never understood the winking. Thankfully, Harold came back and got his mind back on track. It was always best to start at the beginning and with simple things, even relate it to popular culture.<br><br>"Because that is what you are. You're a Half-Blood. Think of it like...ummm...Harry Potter. You've read that, yes? Harry was a Half-Blood. Half Muggle, Half Wizard. You are Half Mortal, Half God. And yes, it can be true. I do believe we have a daughter of Ares this year. It's been a while since we've had one of his daughters. I'm sure she can't of been very nice to you," when asked if the gods were just parts of mythology he simply pointed to his other side at Mr. D, "He looks pretty real, doesn't he? Harold, I'd like you to meet Mr. D, also known as Dionysus, the God of Wine."<br><br>Mr. D perked an eyebrow up and looked over when he heard his real name being spoken. He hardly looked like a god in his bright orange, leopard print Hawaiian shirt, "What? Oh...yeah. That's me. Call me 'wine dude' and I'll turn you into a dolphin and throw you out into the ocean. Damn half-bloods..." he growled lowly and went back to his food.<br><br>"He wouldn't really do that...maybe...So, Harold, I'm sure that didn't clear things up too well for you, but it's better than our orientation film. That thing is so out dated. I keep telling Mr. D that we need a new one, but the old goat won't budge. Thirsty?" he held out an empty goblet to the boy, "Just tell it what you want. Or think it. Most just think it, but I think it's easier to say it. That way it doesn't get confused," Chiron gave Harold a kind smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 19:41:40</strong>
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				Harold listened as Chiron answered his question, explaining the situation by comparing it to Harry Potter.&nbsp; Truthfully, he had never read the books, but he did see the first movie.&nbsp; He understood what Chiron was getting at though.&nbsp; And he smirked as he mentioned how Sarah must not have been very nice.&nbsp; "Yeah, she had a temper, to put it mildly."<br><br>When Chiron introduced him to Mr. D, or Dionysus, Harold gulped when the man, god, made his threat.&nbsp; As silly as it sounded, he had the impression that he could actually do it.&nbsp; "Um..nice to meet you....sir."&nbsp; He thought about reaching over, offering the god a handshake, not wanting to be rude, but he wasn't sure if that was appropriate when you meet a god.&nbsp; Then again, what was appropriate?&nbsp; Prostrating before them?<br><br>Reaching out, he took the goblet from him, looking at it curiously.&nbsp; Glancing around, he noticed others drinking from similar goblets, with no pitchers of any kind around.&nbsp; Shrugging, he looked down at the goblet, and thought about what he wanted.&nbsp; "Jack and Coke, on the rocks."&nbsp; His eyes widened as the goblet filled, and he took a sip.&nbsp; It was the real deal alright, with just the right mix of whiskey and coke, and not too much or too little ice.&nbsp; Remembering that he was underage, he looked sheepishly at Chiron.&nbsp; "Er, my parents are pretty loose when it comes to letting me drink.&nbsp; As long as I don't go overboard.&nbsp; But hey, if I'm a son of a god, it should be okay, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 19:52:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Chiron</em></div><hr><br>Mr. D ignored the hand offered to him and Chiron smirked, "Mr. D can be a little...moody..." he whispered to the boy.<br><br>The centaur watched as the boy's cup filled. At first he didn't realize what it was, but the smell of the whiskey hit his and Mr. D's nose at the same time, "Chiron..." the god snapped and Harold's cup suddenly emptied.<br><br>"Ah, yes, right. Sorry, Harold. No alcohol. Mr. D is forbidden to drink while he's camp director, you're underage, and alcohol dulls the senses. So please, try not to summon anything with alcohol in it," he put his hand on the glass, "Plain Coke, will be sufficient?" it refilled with the soda, "I'm guessing neither of your parents ever told you that you were the child of a god or goddess. So I doubt you know where you belong. For now you can stay in Cabin 11, Hermes' Cabin. He's the god of travel, so he accepts all into his home. It's likely to be crowded, but you'll have to stay there till whom ever your Olympian parent is claims you...did you build that yourself?" he pointed to Harold's leg.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 20:00:25</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3580113#msg3580113">Quote from: Damnedangel on 03-09-2010, 18:23:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lexi looked down at her goblet curiously thinking about a white chocolate milkshake. She then let out a soft gasp seeing it fill with white liquid, she lifted the goblet and took a sip before closing her eyes smiling to herself remembering the first time she tasted a white chocolate milkshake. She then put the goblet down and said quietly "This place is amazing". She then kissed Phil's cheek as the dragon around her neck moved up onto her cheek then back down her body before curling itself around her bellybutton.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>Phil smiled sheepishly " ah its not really all that amazing". he took another sip of his hot chocolate, out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of her tattoo. " thats an interesting tatt-" it was gone he raised an eyebrow. " Hey were did it go ?" Phil said blinking rapidly 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 20:11:03</strong>
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				Lexi smiled at Phil before giggling seeing him raise an eyebrow as he asked about her tattoo "Oh you mean the dragon, I've had him since I was little he just loves moving" She smiled then lifted her shirt up showing the dragon curled around her bellybutton "Whenever he moves he always makes a burning sensation that hurts a little". The dragon then lifted its head as though it was looking at Phil, it then moved down her body onto her right thigh hiding in the dark as she sighed putting her top down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 20:22:18</strong>
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				Harold blinked, and almost laughed at the thought of the god of wine being able to drink alcohol.&nbsp; Almost; he didn't want Mr. D making good on his earlier threat.&nbsp; "Uh, yeah, that'll be fine.&nbsp; Sorry."&nbsp; He sipped at his coke, not wanting to anger the god.&nbsp; "No, they never said anything to me.&nbsp; In fact, I don't think they intended on sending me here, if it wasn't for that...that incident."&nbsp; Harold told Chiron about the incident, how there was a commotion out back one night, and his father had gone out with a baseball bat.&nbsp; About the sounds of a fight that ensued, the sounds of wings beating into the air, and his father coming in, clawed up and bleeding.&nbsp; "They never did tell me what happened, but I think that has to do with why I'm here."<br><br>He looked down at the brace around his leg, smiling, unable to keep the pride from his voice.&nbsp; "Yep, all my design and handiwork.&nbsp; Not bad work for a twelve year old, wouldn't you say?&nbsp; Though, I have refined it over the years as I got older and smarter.&nbsp; Keeps me from limping as badly as I would with a cane.&nbsp; I just wish it could do something about the pain."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 20:28:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Chiron</em></div><hr><br>Chiron listened intently as he talked about the incident with his father, "Yes, many mortals try to keep their children. It never works. The child either ends up here or ends up dead. From the sounds of it, it was likely a Kindly One or more likely a harpy. The harpies here obey us, but not all of them do. Your father is lucky to be alive. Not many other than a hero could take one on. Or see one for that matter. Your parents had a rare ability of seeing through the Mist. Monsters create a 'mist' around them that blinds them from mortal sight. Many mortals through history have been able to see through it. If your father hadn't, then he would of been killed. No doubt about it. Most come to us around the age of ten or twelve, so your parents kept you well hidden. You must of lived in a city, correct? Cities are easier to hide in. The monsters can't smell you as well there."<br><br>"Oh, yes. Very good handiwork. Impressive," he nodded sincerely, "Was your father any good at stuff like that? Building things and tinkering?" Chiron was trying to figure out who the boy's Olympian parent might be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 20:39:37</strong>
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				Phil nodded and continued to drink the hot chocolate. it was very interesting, her tattoo that is. He had never seen a moving tattoo. " Hows your Milkshake " he asked trying make conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 20:40:13</strong>
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				Most of what Chiron flew right over Harold's head; he was too tired and hungry still to understand it.&nbsp; "Yeah, we lived in Philly, smack dab in the heart of the city.&nbsp; My dad owns a scrapyard and garage there.&nbsp; He's pretty good with his hands, I guess.&nbsp; He's been working with cars most of his life; he's good at fixing them up.&nbsp; He'd always take me with him whenever I wasn't in school, showed me the ropes about car repair.&nbsp; He was always amazed at how quickly I soaked up everything he taught me, like I was a mechanical knowledge sponge.&nbsp; I dunno, I always figured as his son, I had an affinity for it.&nbsp; And I've always been interested, curious even, on how things ran.&nbsp; Boy, were my parents pissed when they came home one day to find me sitting on the floor, the microwave in pieces around me.&nbsp; But they were even more shocked when I put it back together, just the way it was supposed to go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 20:58:35</strong>
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				Lexi smiled and picked her goblet up, taking a sip of the creamy liquid "Mmm its really nice hows yours?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 21:11:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Goldberg</em></div><br>His sister came over, taking a seat next to him. Now the siblings were altogether, ready to eat together and soon, to win together. When she pointed out that someone was looking for his attention before nodding towards the redhead, the War Leader just nodded. He had seen her too. He smiled in her direction, giving a wink as she departed. She <em>was</em> attractive. Goldberg resumed his food, but only until the person he might later learned was named Harold passed by. Did he just call his sister a bitch? Goldberg was a keen individual, he spotted these things, and he certainly didn't allow transgressions like this. Not on the first day. That's how bad trends started. "I'll deal with him" Goldberg growled as he rose from his table. There was clearly a purpose to his step as he closed the distance between himself and Harold, who was getting a lesson from Chiron. He didn't let little details like that bother him however. As the War Leader, who possessed most impressive strength and swiftness got within reaching distance, he put out a hand, aiming to grab Harold by the back of the head and slam his face into the table. Nobody insulted his siblings and got away with it! An insult against one child of Ares, was an insult against all of them!<br><br><div align="center">*****</div><div align="center"><em>Aaron</em></div> <br><br>"Sounds like a plan!" Aaron replied to his sister as they fell into step with one another, moving towards the dining pavilion. Even from where they were he could smell the food...ooh it smelled good...yes it did. Things were finally turning up for them, they went from orphans moving around to the children of Gods, at a summer camp for God-Children, where they would learn all their.....god-childness. Indeed. As they continued towards the pavilion, his ultimate goal for the day....to eat...was slowed down once again as some chick came up to them. Luckily, his sis had them <em>covered</em>. "Yeah, you should come sit next to us. It'll be fun." He replied. It was also good to see his sister making the effort to be friendly at what not. This was a great chance for them to start fresh, meet some new people who were.....well family, if all things were true. Its not like they had too much family as it was!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 21:11:27</strong>
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				Phil shrugged " my hot chocolate is good". He rubbed the back of his neck " so where are you originally from, I hail from I grew up on an island". Phil chuckled " then again one could argue I did most of my growing here" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 21:16:30</strong>
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				Lexi smiled "Thats good" She then looked at her drink "I'm from England, I lived in London" She laughed softly biting her bottom lip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 21:21:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Chiron</em></div><hr><br>Chiron listened again, trying to pick out anything that would be of any use. He'd had a thought in mind of who the boy's father might be, but that was shot down when he heard that the boy's mortal father was good at mechanical things. Unless they were ungodly handsome, it was hard to place boys on sight alone, "Sometimes punishment can be withheld when the outcome outweighs the crime. Hermes would vouch for that," he smiled, "I'm sure we'll find out whom your God or Goddess parent is soon. Some go years and lifetimes without finding out, but lately we've had more luck convincing the Gods to claim their children."<br><br>It did not go unnoticed that Goldberg, the cabin leader of Ares' children, was storming his way up to the table, "Harold, what exactly happened when you met with the girl who said she was a daughter of Ares? The children of the God of War are very loyal to family and also very short tempered. You didn't happen to insult her did you? Because her eldest brother is on his way over here and he doesn't look too happy.<br><br>"Oh good, a fight. Maybe one of them will kill the other," was all Mr. D said as Goldberg got closer.<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr><br>Sarah's head snapped up when she heard her brother, "What?" she didn't need him to fight her battles. Though she was more concerned about what kind of punishment they would receive if Goldberg hurt someone on the first say. More so someone that was new and had seemed rather confused about being here, "Brother! Wait..." she didn't know his name yet. Quickly she got to her feet and ran after him, getting there in time to see Goldberg readying himself to bash Harold's head into the table, "I don't need you to fight for me! I can handle myself!" she snapped at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 21:25:06</strong>
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				"oh I could hardly hear an accent" he said downing the rest of his taste beverage. " Have you been to your cabin yet, what am I saying of course you have. " he inched his hand towards her " you know if you keep biting that lip your going to break skin"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 21:35:18</strong>
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				Lexi smiled "Well my dad and step mom are originally from New York but they moved to England when my brother was just a baby so I guess I've got a mix of accents" She laughed softly before blushing "Yeah I know I'll break the skin, but its a bad habit I can't stop." Lexi then noticed the guy she ran into earlier heading towards Harold and the centaur "Umm whos that guy? Is he a guy I should be scared of?" She asked curiously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 21:52:30</strong>
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				Harold, shrugged, he didn't particularly care one way or the other about finding out who his godly parent was.&nbsp; "It doesn't really matter to me whether we do or not.&nbsp; I've gone eighteen years without knowing anything about it, and I've done just fine."<br><br>When he mentioned his encounter with Sarah, his brows furrowed.&nbsp; "Um, well, I might have called her a bitch once or twice.&nbsp; But only because she pissed me off, by trying to insinuate either of my parents hadn't been faithful."&nbsp; Harold turned his head to face the approaching the supposed brother, and his eyes widened.&nbsp; He pushed out of his chair, stumbling away from the large hand aiming for his head.&nbsp; "Whoa!&nbsp; Dude, what the hell??&nbsp; Settle down, I don't remember ever pissing in your kool-aid!"&nbsp; The guy obviously looked ready for a fight, and did not look like someone Harold wanted to mess with.&nbsp; He looked like he'd be at home in a biker bar brawl.&nbsp; Behind him, Harold could see Sarah running up, shouting at the guy to stop.<br><br>His eyes flicked over to where his duffel bag was leaning against the table, cursing at his luck.&nbsp; He had a baseball bat that he had brought along for just this sort of occasion, but it didn't do him any good out of reach.&nbsp; Letting out a sigh, he pushed his bad leg behind him, and brought his fists up in front of his face.&nbsp; He wasn't technically trained in any way of fighting, but he was determined to give as much as he could.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 22:07:04</strong>
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				Monsters.&nbsp; Right.&nbsp; Though she did smell an interesting scent, one she can't quite identify.&nbsp; It smelled a bit like the ocean, but with something else quite pungent on top of it.&nbsp; Then again, she's never thrown ribs into the fire, so who knew what they might smell like.<br><br>When he pressed the goblet into her hand, however, that's when things really got weird.&nbsp; She hardly even had a moment to contemplate the cup before her mind wished for a nice cool glass of water.&nbsp; It wasn't anything unique, but she felt the goblet cool in her hand as it quickly filled with the purest water she'd ever seen.&nbsp; Her eyes widened slightly, and she glanced between Riley and the cup.&nbsp; "How'd you.... woah..."<br><br>She seemed about ready to say something else when her eyes focus on something behind him.&nbsp; There's a horse in the mess hall!&nbsp; Puzzled, she stared at the sight.&nbsp; Then someone moved and she can see the front of the creature.&nbsp; Except instead of a head, it has half a man on it.&nbsp; Thea's eyes bulged and she took a startled step backwards.&nbsp; Riley can see her hair seem to shift from a dull brown to a vibrant red, though that could just be due to her closer position to the fire.&nbsp; Her eyes remain locked on the creature as she whispered "What is that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 22:15:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent cleans up!</em></div><hr><hr><div class="floatright">(http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2009/08/ryan-kwanten-shirtless-gq.jpg?1)</div><br><strong>"Not yet, I have been told I clean up really well." </strong><br>Vincent smiled at Abigale after waving good bye to the red head who had joined them an extended their dinner, not that he minded. As they walked back he looked behind him a few times, still reading the gibberish that became clear as he got closer. There was nothing else to say until they got to the locker area and showers. Looking up at her he smiles once more as he dug into his pockets and handed her the last fes possessions he had. His wallet, a mp3 player (itouch) and a Swiss army knife key holder, attached to his keys that used to belong to his old car and apartment. <br><strong>"Hold on to that for me yea? I don't want to lose it."</strong><br>He did not know the irony of handing his belongings to the child who father was known as the god of thieves. <br><br><strong>"Sounds good, Thanks for everything by the way, I'll catch up with you later?" </strong><br>As he walked into the male side of the lockers he peeled off his shirt, more than happy to take a shower and a fresh set of clothes. He really did smell bad after being around the goat-man and as he took his time to clean, scrub and shave he walked around with nothing but a towel as he looked for the clothes were Abigale had told him it would be. Pulling on a fresh pair of jeans and a button down plaid shirt, he tugged his boots back on and went down to the area he was told the smores and sing-a-long would take place. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 22:15:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Desmond</span></span></div><br><hr><br>Desmond's bright smile faltered for a moment at Clints words, but in his head he couldn't help the <em>touche</em> that came to mind.&nbsp; It wasn't a secret that this son of Zeus was a catcher, not a batter; a fact that had to lead to at least some of Zeus' displeasure with him.&nbsp; In Desmond's mind, the fact that he wasn't a womanizer like his old man must be a big disappointment to him.&nbsp; But shrugging it off, he laughed loudly and turned his attention back on Zach.<br><br>"Oh you know me, same old same old.&nbsp; The most trouble I've gotten into is having some guys angry father track me down for 'tainting their sons.'&nbsp; Other than that, nothing too big.&nbsp; And the cabin's alright, we could use more room, but at least we aren't as packed as how I hear the Herme's cabin is this year."&nbsp; He waited as Zeus and the rest of his brothers made their offering's before moving up to the flame himself.&nbsp; Throwing in a feather he had found that year, he made a silent prayer to his father, the same one he always used.&nbsp; Even if his father didn't favor him, he wouldn't risk his ire any day.&nbsp; With that done, he stuck his hand into the pockets of his jeans and pulled out a piece of chalk and a small bright blue flower.&nbsp; <br><br>The chalk was small and worn down, but it was supposed to represent knowledge; in Desmond's head it made sense since he connected chalk to the classrooms of his past.&nbsp; Grinning, and looking over at Chiron who was in the middle of a conversation with an unknown boy, he brought the rubbed the chalk between his thumb and forefinger and fed it to the flames.&nbsp; His prayer this time was less in a study of respect, and more an acknowledgment and a flirtatious nod of his head.<br><br>With that done he turned his attention to the flower and his grin only grew, the corners of his lips raising teasingly as he brought the flower to his nose to smell the sweet scent before throwing it into the fire.&nbsp; The small plant caught quickly and popped as it was swallowed by flame far faster than usual.&nbsp; That, he thought, was due more to the fact that he had let it sit in a glass of Merlot for a few days before taking it out to dry slightly.&nbsp; This, unlike Clint's joke of an offering was made out of respect.&nbsp; It also helped that Desmond was hoping to gain the attention of his rather grumpy camp director Mr. D.&nbsp; Lowering his head, the prayer he sent out, like the one for Chiron, was anything but respectful, images of them both naked and hard entered his mind, and he had to cough to cover up the slight whine of pleasure that threatened to escape his lips.<br><br>With his playful duty over he glanced over at Mr.D to see if he had caught on and returned to his brothers side.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 22:19:34</strong>
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				Riley watched her smell and smiled. He didn’t know what she was smelling, but he knew the tell-tales of recognition, and she was certainly recognizing what came through the fire. He then leaned on the stones next to the fire to allow a few other campers to make their offerings. Her question was classic. Everyone got a kick out of that goblet in the beginning. It’s still one of his favorite things about camp. <br><br>He was about to say something when he saw her eyes grow wide and her hair change color “Hey…” he pointed to her hair, puzzled to pieces “How did you…” He was interrupted by&nbsp; the girl as she leaned closer to him to ask a question. As he looked behind him, he understood immediately “Oh! That’s Chiron. One of the camp’s big wigs. Good guy. You’ll meet him tomorrow if you haven’t already. Sooner or later, he catches up to us all.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 23:50:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lexi then noticed the guy she ran into earlier heading towards Harold and the centaur "Umm whos that guy? Is he a guy I should be scared of?" She asked curiously.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Phil looked in the direction Lexi was looking it. He wondered why she would be afraid of anyone here but then he saw whom she was talking about. " Stu Goldberg, He is head of Ares cabin" the son of Demeter shook his head " I wonder sometimes if he even has a fuse, his temper is extremely short" he smiled and patted her gently on the hand. " Just avoid the big lug " 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 23:58:20</strong>
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				Lexi watched Stu as she repeated quietly “Stu Goldberg hmm” Not realising her powers were working and she had sent a charm his way. She then looked back at Phil “So he’s the head of Ares and he’s like his dad I guess all temper and no brains” She giggled while talking quietly hoping Stu couldn't hear her she then crossed her legs under the table, her leg accidentally brushing against Phil’s.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 00:07:47</strong>
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				Phil shrugged again he hadn't met his cousin Ares before " I dont know but I guess if the expression like father like son holds try than yes ". He felt her leg brush against his under the table he was sure it was just an accident so he didn't make much out of it. " Though not all children of Ares are like Stu, I think it has to do with our mortal genes " 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 00:10:46</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Riley watched her smell and smiled. He didn’t know what she was smelling, but he knew the tell-tales of recognition, and she was certainly recognizing what came through the fire. He then leaned on the stones next to the fire to allow a few other campers to make their offerings. Her question was classic. Everyone got a kick out of that goblet in the beginning. It’<br><br>He was about to say something when he saw her eyes grow wide and her hair change color “Hey…” he pointed to her hair, puzzled to pieces “How did you…” He was interrupted by&nbsp; the girl as she leaned closer to him to ask a question. As he looked behind him, he understood immediately “Oh! That’s Chiron. One of the camp’s big wigs. Good guy. You’ll meet him tomorrow if you haven’t already. Sooner or later, he catches up to us all.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Thea didn't even notice his question.&nbsp; Her eyes are locked on the mythological creature before her.&nbsp; She did hear Riley mention the thing's name, and she turned with questioning eyes back to him.&nbsp; "You mean that thing works here?&nbsp; It can talk and everything?"&nbsp; Part of her knew that that made sense.&nbsp; She'd had to sit through some Greek literature after all.&nbsp; But at the same time she couldn't quite make her mind believe that something that shouldn't even exist was helping run the camp she was now attending.<br><br>Pinching herself, she made sure she isn't dreaming or hallucinating before turning back to Riley once again.&nbsp; "So... this is real?&nbsp; All that weird stuff you said? Then who's your divine parent?&nbsp; Who's mine?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 01:28:26</strong>
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				Lexi nodded "All I know is that my mom is having an affair with Ares yet she is married to... Damn I can't remember his name" She then finished her goblet of white hot chocolate. Her leg moved a little rubbing against his without her realising. She then sighed before smiling at him "Are you sure? Do they all have a big scary temper like Ares supposidly does?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 01:53:18</strong>
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				Hephaestus, the smith god " Phil said looking over at cabin number nines table. " thats not really a huge deal anymore" he said to lexi. "At first it was a real issue for Heph, I mean your Step Father sets you up with the most attractive looking goddess on Olympus" he paused as he heard multiple claps of thunder off in the distance. He gulped " okay one of the most attractive goddess on Olympus and you find out shes fucking your half brother on the side while not touching you, Thats going to piss you off ". Phil smirked " but hey Old Heph moves on and has some affairs of his own, with some pretty smoking girls. "He shrugged again " its just what immortals do "<br><br>"hey we aren't carbon copies of our immortal parents Lexi, not all children of Ares are short tempered, not all of Demeter's children like to garden and im sure not all children of Aphrodite will fuck anything with two legs, six pack abs and dashingly good looks, If that were true I would have been raped along time ago" he chuckled&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 02:11:08</strong>
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				"That's his name! Hephaestus!" She smiled at him as she listened to him before hearing the thunder and quickly moving closer to him hating storms. She held onto him before the sounds stopped and she moved away blushing "S..Sorry". She ran her fingers through her hair "True, but can you really call it rape if you were under their spell and enjoying it?" She stuck her tongue out playfully at him before smiling "I'm glad not all the kids are like their parents."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 03:09:22</strong>
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				" Its like I said before Lexi its the human in us that helps " Phil created a long green stem from his palm. He looked at her " whats your favorite type of flower and your favorite color ?" he grinned as the stem pointed towards her, the tip was moving as petals wanted to burst free. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 03:13:26</strong>
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				Lexi nodded before looking at Phil noticing then noticing the long green stem "Umm Rose and lilac is my favourite colour" She smiled lookin at the tip curiously then back into his eyes as some of her pale blond hair fell across her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 03:19:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Mr. D</em></div><hr><br>Mr. D was grudgingly enjoying his Diet Coke. The smell of Clint's wine and the whiskey from the lame legged boy were still in his nose, reminding him of all the things he'd loved in life before coming here. <em>Fifty more years, fifty more years...</em> he told himself mentally everyday. All because of some stupid nymph. He knew how nymph were, yet he hadn't been able to keep his hands off. He watched the wood nymph teasing and taunting the Satyrs and sometimes the male campers. They never gave it up. Not even for a god. They promised that if you could catch them they would let you ravage them or at least get a kiss, but they were impossible to catch. Even he'd fallen for it several times in his life. Yet the one time he'd gone after one he knew he shouldn't, he got sent here. Now he couldn't see his beloved wife or drink wine. It was torture.<br><br>What was worse was that he was left babysitting the demigods. He rarely tried to actually protect them. They were heroes after all, they should be able to stand up to their name sake and fend for themselves.<br><br>As he took a bite of food, he got the scent of wine again. Merlot, to be exact. Not the same one that Clint had thrown into the fire earlier. This one was aged better and mixed with the scent of a flower. Being a young God still, he sometimes had trouble figuring out who exactly a prayer or blessing came from, unless it was from one of his children. Mr. D hadn't sired a child in nearly a hundred years, so he knew it couldn't of come from one of them. But he knew someone wanted something from him. His mind got a nearly clear image of himself, naked, and grinding against someone, another man. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger.<br><br>Who dared think of him that way?! Dionysus was not one to stand for such things. He knew it was someone that knew his physical form, so it had to be someone in this camp. A male demigod imagining him in such a way!<br><br>His eyes scanned the crowd of campers, trying desperately to figure out who would do such a thing. Obviously it had to be some kind of joke. None of them would be stupid enough to do such a thing and be serious about it. Would they? The world was a much different place these days. The children, even the demigods, were more defiant and rude, "...no respect..." he growled before pushing his plate away and heading to the amphitheater for the usual bonfire. It wasn't far from the dining pavilion. A few of the campers had already migrated there and he settled himself down into a comfortable lawn chair. Closing his eyes and listening to the sound of the fire crackling and popping. While he didn't enjoy being around the kids, he did enjoy the smell of the smores.<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>Abigale did think it was a little funny that someone would willingly give their things to her. It wasn't that she wanted to steal. Usually it happened without her noticing. She hadn't broke into anything for a good reason in a long time. A lot of times she held back the urge to steal just because she knew it was a trait passed onto her by her father, "I'll keep this stuff for you," she nodded lightly, "And I'll see you at the bonfire. I'll make sure to save you some chocolate for a smore," the chocolate always ran out before the rest of the stuff. A lot of people ate the chocolate by itself.<br><br>She headed towards the amphitheater, shoving Vincent's things into her pockets. Without thinking, she pushed the iTouch into the opposite pocket. Abigale would find it later and likely feel a bit guilty about it. The bonfire was still small and a few kids were already sitting around it chatting and eating smores. Mr. D was laying out on a chair. For some reason she always heard a bunch of girls giggling over him. She just thought he was a lazy drunk that was being denied his favorite alcohol for a while. Abigale didn't see what so great about him. A lazy god. Then there was all the fuss about Chiron. Sure, his human half was ruggedly handsome, but she was very put off by the horse part.<br><br>After a few minutes, she found one of her brothers and started talking about the summer. He'd gone home to his mortal mother for the summer and they got attacked by a cyclops. He'd managed to kill it. Later in the summer he'd gotten arrested for hot-wiring a Mustang. Abigale scolded him for it, but couldn't help asking if it was a good ride. He said it was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 03:30:41</strong>
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				He nodded as he focused on a lilac colored rose. The flower began to bloom right before her eyes, he plucked it from his palm and held it out to her. "This is for you " phil grinned " The smell changes when your mood does " 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 03:33:57</strong>
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				Lexi moved her hair out her eyes before letting out a smal gasp seeing the flower bloom before her eyes. When he held it out to her she smiled and took it before smelling it "Mmm it smells sweet, I guess I'm happy" She giggled while holding the rose. She then moved closer to him and kissed his lips softly with hers whispering "Thank you, its beautiful".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 03:56:24</strong>
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				" Er... your welcome " he said blushing lightly. " Well I guess, I should be getting back to my cabin" as the words left his mouth he crushed his lips to Lexi's. He pulled back " See you tomorrow, or later on maybe." Phil gave her a wink and started walking away 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 04:03:23</strong>
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				Lexi blushed as well before looking into his eyes "Umm ok, I should get going to. Maybe I will see you later, isn't there a field or stable nearby where we could meet?" She whispered, she then watched him wink and walk away leaving her there at the table alone while holding the rose smiling to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 04:15:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta is back from her 'adventure.'</em></div><br>The daughter of Aphrodite looked a mess....well, as much of a mess as one could look. Her hair was still perfect, as was her make-up...and she managed to look like a damsel in distress from a storybook versus something the cat drug in. Either way, she felt like she looked awful, and she had to admit that the cuts and bruises were beginning to sting. Her shirt was ripped, as were her pants, and she'd lost a shoe in the forest. She considered trying to mend her clothes using her magic, but the last time that had happened...she'd accidentally stripped herself naked, and it was one of the most humiliating moments of her life. Instead, she just tried to cover whatever immodest portions of her skin were revealed by the tears and walked around to try and find the infirmary. Or, at least, someone who could help her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 04:28:38</strong>
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				Phil was on his way back to Demeter's cabin when he saw Rosetta walking around looking awful. 'what the?' he walked over to her " Rose what the hell happened ? "<br>Phil examined her ripped clothing 'mmm easy fix for now'. Tiny thread like vines began stitching up her pants 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 04:31:50</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3581644#msg3581644">Quote from: Tad on 04-09-2010, 00:10:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Thea didn't even notice his question.&nbsp; Her eyes are locked on the mythological creature before her.&nbsp; She did hear Riley mention the thing's name, and she turned with questioning eyes back to him.&nbsp; "You mean that thing works here?&nbsp; It can talk and everything?"&nbsp; Part of her knew that that made sense.&nbsp; She'd had to sit through some Greek literature after all.&nbsp; But at the same time she couldn't quite make her mind believe that something that shouldn't even exist was helping run the camp she was now attending.<br><br>Pinching herself, she made sure she isn't dreaming or hallucinating before turning back to Riley once again.&nbsp; "So... this is real?&nbsp; All that weird stuff you said? Then who's your divine parent?&nbsp; Who's mine?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Riley sighed and looked down before shaking his head. “Yes, Chiron can talk…okay…we’re going to scratch the idea of us going into the forest for now. You’re too new, and I don’t have my sword or shield. Let’s just find a place to sit down, and you can grill me from there. That sound okay?” He walked off to find a table, calculating in his mind the best area with the highest probability for seat availability. From there, he simply followed his feet. He approached a table just when a smaller group of four were getting up to leave. He gave them a nod and sat down.<br><br>He set her plate down in front of her and grinned “Now…I had ignored your other question until we had a better chance to talk. My mother is Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, and the greatest general of the gods…no matter what the barbarians over there say” He nudged his chin over at a group of Ares campers and chuckled “Though they are handy in a fight…I’ll give them that. The god of war don’t make wimps, and if he did, he probably killed them himself.” He looked at her and frowned “If you don’t know your parent yet, then you haven’t been claimed. Don’t sweat it too much. A lot of campers aren’t claimed yet. I don’t even know why I was claimed…just lucky, I guess.”<br><br>He continued “Right now you’ll have to stay in cabin eleven. That’s Hermes. He’s the god of travelers, so they take in those who have no claim yet. Though it can be a little stuffy, try to bear with it for a little. As to the second part of your question, my counter is what are your hobbies? What did you do right before you got here? Those are clues to your particular questions. One thing you’ll need to understand though. <strong>We</strong> may figure this out, but that doesn’t make you claimed. The gods don’t run a PTA around here, so seeing them is an event in and of itself. Some of your answers…real answers, will come from your heart.” <em>He finished his little diatribe and patted her shoulder gently before he got up "I have to make sure everyone's okay in my cabin. When you want to talk more, give me a holla. Name's Riley." With that, he was on the move again. He had already seen a few people from the smaller Athena cabin, but had no idea where Libby was. 'probably overslept...again' he thought with a shake of his head.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 04:36:46</strong>
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				Rosetta heard someone say her name, and she turned to find Phil. Smiling fondly at him, she let out a sigh of relief and spoke with frustration.<br><br>"It's a long story, but basically I have no sense of direction and got lost in the forest. Nasty place..."<br><br>She shuddered, but then squeaked a bit as she felt her jeans began stitching themselves back together. It was an odd feeling, and she blushed as she realized he was seeing parts of her that she hadn't intended. Swallowing awkwardly, she looked down and noticed that her jeans were almost completely fixed now. Her shirt was still hanging open a bit in the front though, revealing her white lacy bra. Embarrassed, she held her hands up over her chest and cleared her throat in humiliation.<br><br>In order to make herself a bit more comfortable, she used her magic on him as she met his gaze. Her voice softened, and she tried to sound calm.<br><br>"Thank you."<br><br>She flipped her red hair over her shoulder and tilted her head, feeling bad for using her powers on Phil...but knowing that it would make her feel a bit better if she wasn't completely helpless right now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 04:47:54</strong>
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				Phil felt something wash over him, Rosetta had cast something on him. The son of Demeter was not sure why exactly, he tried to shrug it off. But it was of no use, his hazel eyes fell to her gaze. " Dont worry about it Rose, next time though when a man helps you keep your clothes on" he cast her a smirk " It does not mean he's going to hurt you or something "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 04:54:42</strong>
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				She smiled and bit her bottom lip. When she saw his gaze turn a bit lustful, she sighed in relief. For some reason, that made her feel better. Besides, she liked him quite a bit as well. Of course, the young love demi-god was just discovering how she could use her powers now that she was out and around people...which made it all the harder to control them. She blushed and chuckled at his joke, rolling her eyes.<br><br>"I'm not afraid of you. And if you'd like me to keep my clothes on, then do you think you could fix this tear in my shirt?"<br><br>She didn't move her hands, but it was obvious it needed to be taken care of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 05:12:59</strong>
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				" I could do that however i need you to move your hands." He said smiling, he was doing his hardest not to jump her. " you see I dont want to end up stitching your hands to your shirt " it was a simple explanation for her simple problem. How ever her powers were fucking with his mind. He had the urge to start saying what he was thinking. " Has anyone told you you look incredibly sexy when you blush "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 05:17:51</strong>
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				Rose blushed even deeper as he said that, and she reluctantly removed her hands, feeling less confident as essentially her bra was revealed. Looking away rather bashfully, she took a deep breath and then turned back to him. Now her powers were working on their own, although Rosetta didn't bother to stop them. Not yet. She wasn't trying to be dishonest with him, she just didn't want to feel so vulnerable until her clothing was fixed. <br><br>At his words, she smiled and leaned up to kiss his ear and whisper sensually.<br><br>"It's only my powers, Phil...but thank you."<br><br>She didn't want him to hate her, but she figured he could resist them if he really wanted to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 05:29:29</strong>
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				Lexi walked out the dining hall heading to her cabin. Once there she looked around before finding a sword she attached it to her jeans and she sighed happily deciding to go exploring. She then walked out the cabin putting the rose Phil gave her into her hair making sure it was safe, she then walked into the woods not drawing her sword thinking that if she did then the chances of her being attacked we're higher.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 05:32:21</strong>
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				A wave of green bridged the gap between the ripped shirt. " there we go, though the vines only last for an hour so your going to want to change out of those fairly soon" he said calming his pulse.<br>" It wasnt your powers that made me think it, just say it " Phil said as he tried to calm the beast in his jeans. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 05:42:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta turns a little more into her mother.</em></div><br>Finally she felt her shirt knit together, and she relaxed visibly...smiling to him. She fully intended to change as soon as possible, but when he spoke again, she was surprised. She had expected him to either deny it, get upset, or act embarrassed. She was oddly pleased by his revelation, and this caused her to blush again. Apparently she couldn't stop! Smiling a bit awkwardly, she looked down and noticed that his jeans had a visible tent to them. Before today, she would have stammered an apology and then run away...but for some reason, this camp was changing her. Making her more confident...more seductive. Therefore, she even moved a bit closer...allowing her signature scent of lilac and vanilla to fill his senses. <br><br>She felt guilty. She had seen him with another daughter of Aphrodite earlier who seemed rather entranced by him, and she had just been flirting with a son of Hades and a son of Ares...however, her mother's influence seemed to be stronger here. Looking up at him, she spoke softly.<br><br>"You're not angry with me for using them on you?"<br><br>She was honestly curious, but her voice held a seductive note that was unnecessary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 06:14:02</strong>
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				Phil took a few deep breaths and tried to relax himself. Rosetta was really embracing her powers, they had been so very strong he knew she couldnt really help it. Phil shook his head " No im not mad your just not fully in control of your powers" he smiled awkwardly and started to back away. He needed time to think, maybe he would go for a walk through the strawberry fields 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 06:19:33</strong>
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				The young redhead smiled at him and knew that he had to get away from her. She respected that, and nodded. <br><br>"Thank you."<br><br>Sending one last wink his way, she gave a small wave and took a deep breath. She needed to control herself! Exhaling slowly, she decided that she needed to change before going to the bonfire, so she walked over to the Hermes cabin and went inside. Finding her suitcase beneath the bed that she'd claimed earlier, she took out a pair of blue plaid pajama pants and a form fitting light blue t-shirt. She wore flip-flops on her feet, and pulled her hair back with an elastic that magically appeared in her palm. Her hair went almost automatically into a perfect high ponytail, and she checked her appearance once more before heading out. She still needed her wounds taken care of, but she wouldn't worry about it for now. When she left the cabin, she followed the smell of smores and made her way to the bonfire...where the demi-gods were all mingling. <br><br>Now that she was coming more into her powers, she felt more confident, and gave several flirty glances before finding Abigale and heading over to sit nearby.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 06:43:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Clint finds a seat by the fire </em></div><hr><hr><br>Because of his little set back, over by the forest he was not the luckiest when it came to seats that evening but it did not matter. Some faces he knew, some he would refuse to acknowledgment but he moved over and sat a little to close to the meat head sons (and daughter) of Ares. They were always worthy of drawing out a chuckle, the knuckle draggers really did know how to make him smile once in a while. It was better since it was far away from his cousin, a large wall of fire preventing the sight of the spawn of Zues. He already had enough of everything to make smores, waiting a little to start making them since he was not really hungry. Chatting a little with a few of Poseidon's flock, they caught up a little on what was going on the last few years. Friends were not very common to the son of Hades, with right reason. <br><br><hr><hr><div align="center"><em>Vincent returns in time for some smores...and a little fun.</em></div><hr><hr><br>Not even a day into the camp and he was starting to learn the layout, almost as if they were blue prints in his mind. His return to the large circle was slow as he was meeting and greeting people on the way down. He saw a few people move off into the woods and thought to warn them but they were out of sight before he could, some were retreating to the bunks for various reasons and he was compelled to go into the cabin of Aphrodite, and did!<br>"Evening ladies..."<br>He smiled and felt compelled to stay but they to where going towards the bonfire and he chose to follow them and seat with them. Scouting for Abigale he did not spot her at first, people were scrambling for graham crackers, marshmallows and chocolate. Some of the girls opened their mouths in a seductive manner to which he would feed them, feeling his own lust grow the longer he was among them. As he got a little handsy the teases pushes him away and he simply decided to stop wasting his time as he mingled a little more and introduced himself. Some where friendly, others weren't as he made his way around the ring with a small sack of smore ingredients to share with someone. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 18:07:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Goldberg</em></div><br>"I'm sure you can." replied the War Leader when his sister told him she could fight her own battles. "But that doesn't mean you always have to. Your a child of Ares, think what you want about me, but we -and I- look after our own. Nobody insults me sister and just walks away." He soon returned his attention to Harold, who had brought his hands up getting ready to fight. Unfortunately for Harold, who had not really been trained to fight, Goldberg <em>had</em> to fight during the several years he had attended the camp, not to mention his natural prowess for combat, his birthright as Ares's son. Harold could bring his hands up to get ready to punch, or protect his face, just meant Goldberg wouldn't go for the face. With that, the War Leader swung a clenched fist towards Harold's stomach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 18:14:15</strong>
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				Making her way through the camp as having gotten distracted and missed the rest of her cabin mates heading for the cabin they would be staying in and so she started wandering through the camp looking around a bit lost.Walking through the crowds and is barely managing to get through the crowds without running into people but she seems to be clumisly making her way through the crowd and it is only a matter in time till she eventually run into someone do to her clumsy nature.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 18:32:40</strong>
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				Harold saw the fist aimed at his stomach, and barely had time to tighten his stomach muscles before he felt the punch connect.&nbsp; Even with his stomach tightened, it still felt like a bat connected with his cut, forcing the air from his lungs.&nbsp; Coughing and gasping for air, he was determined not to let this fight be one-sided.&nbsp; Grabbing at other guy's wrist, he attempted to lift up and pull him forward, his other fist thrown in a hook, aimed for his ribs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 02:28:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>The fake redhead saw Rosetta and noticed the cuts and bruises. She started to go over to her, but found herself occupied by the ten year old girl that had been crying earlier. With her stomach full and a few older campers showing her around, she'd calmed down a bit. Rosetta was walking fine and didn't seem to be in any immediate need of help, so Abigale settled down with the small girl. She had blond hair and stormy gray eyes, she also seemed able to catch onto things pretty quickly. Abigale was sure she was a daughter of Athena. Athena didn't let her children go unclaimed for long, so hopefully this girl got placed soon. She glanced around again and saw that Phil was taking care of Rosetta. She was thankful that the other Cabin Leaders were usually willing to help out. It was difficult for her to manage all the people in cabin eleven on her own. <br><br>Abigale helped the young girl settle in with a few other gray eyed children from cabin eleven. There was no guarantee that they were all children of Athena, but they were all the same age group. It was usually best to clump the younger children together and keep them out of the way of the older teenagers and adults. Abigale had seen things get a little hot and heavy, even around the camp fire with Mr. D and Chiron watching and she didn't want the kids seeing that. The only reason many got away with fooling around so openly, or even privately, is because Mr. D and Chiron were so old. They remembered the times when people could have sex out in the open and no one would bat an eye. They were here to train heroes, not baby sit after all.<br><br>Rosetta came back into the amphitheater in PJs, like many of the others, and she smiled. Once her guard was up, she had no problem dealing with the children of Aphrodite, "Hey. Rosetta, right?" part of her knew she should look for Vincent and give back his things, but the Olympian side of her told her that he'd given them to her and she had a right to keep them till it was absolutely necessary to give them back, "I don't think we've had a proper introduction. I'm Abigale Norwick, Daughter of Hermes. Want a s'more?" she held out a small bag of chocolate, marshmallows, and gram-crackers, "I see you're a little beat up. Nothing bad happened, did it?"<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Chiron</em></div><hr><br>The centaur was too slow in stopping the fight from starting. Mostly because of the stupid table. He enjoyed being civilized, unlike most of his kind, but having to settle down on his knees to sit at a table made it difficult to get up quickly if the need arose. Stewart Goldberg threw the first punch and he scrambled to get up as Sarah yelled at her brother. It had been a while since there had been a daughter of Ares at the camp and he knew they sometimes got out of hand when their brothers tried to defend them like they were helpless damsels. The last daughter of Ares had come here nearly thirty years ago. She'd got so upset with her brothers that she left the camp early that summer. She never came back and Chiron assumed she died in battle, like many of Ares' children did. <br><br>"Whoa, calm down Stewart," he stood up, his white stallion frame making him nearly the tallest person in the camp. When needed, he compacted himself into a magical wheelchair, but at camp he usually walked around in full centaur form, "Harold is new here. I'm sure he meant no disrespect," he picked Harold up by the back of his shirt easily and pulled him out of Goldberg's way, "You know how things are on the first day, Stewart," he looked around for Mr. D, but of course the God of Wine had wandered off towards the bonfire, "I know if you calmed down and thought about it, you know your sister is not totally innocent in the situation, are you?" he eyed the girl and wanted her clench her fists. Yes, she was a daughter of the War God, "Are you, Sarah?"<br><br>Chiron narrowed his eyes at her and she lowered her head and shook it, "I was pretty rude to him too...sir."<br><br>"Now then, I'm sure we sit down and talk this out. Can't we?" the centaur said softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 04:03:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/707/waterboy.jpg) (http://img259.imageshack.us/i/waterboy.jpg/)</div><br>Nigel Wright had not seen fit to take part in the 'orientation' or dinner. He'd been here before and had no wish to be caught up with a bunch of crying kids. Instead, he was swimming small circles around the beach area of the Long Island Sound that bordered the camp. It wasn't the safest place to go swimming, but he preferred it over the lake that was near the cabins. By night fall he was sure the small lake would be filled with demigods thrusting against each other and he didn't like the idea of trying to swim around that. He'd never got over the whole 'we're all related to you' thing enough to get romantic. He'd fallen into that once in his first year here. A daughter of Aphrodite and a daughter of Demeter had crept up on him and surprised him. The charms of the Aphrodite girl had sent him reeling. Since then he'd managed to control that. Whenever he did feel an urge creep up, he just dove into the cold waters of the Sound and that usually fixed it.<br><br>Not being too close with his siblings, he wondered if any of them would be back this year. Their father hadn't been too busy siring children lately, so their numbers were generally few, "Hey, Sissy," he smirked as he saw Chloe after coming out of the water. He wrapped a towel around his neck and pulled his jeans back on over his wet legs, "Chiron give the same speech this year?&nbsp; Stay outta the forest, eaten by harpies, don't cry, blah, blah, blah?"<br><br>The smell of chocolate and marshmallows hit his nose, even all the way from the amphitheater, "Mmm...s'mores."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 04:35:22</strong>
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				"Yeah pretty much," she replied, running a hand across her face to sweep her unruly hair aside. Chloe wasn't quite sure about Nigel, even if he was her brother. It was the sort of situation where Chloe was never sure of she supposed to take her mother's advice or not. Of course her mother's advice had always been a bit, strange, even if it had sort of made itself at home in her mind.<br><br>"We got a new arrival, redhead, daughter of Aphrodite, probably, she went to Hermes' cabin though, so she might be the only daughter of Aphrodite who is&nbsp; right up your chaste alley, brother," she said. She'd never really seen her brother with anyone, which made him a statistical oddity in the camp, even if he preferred boys, a possibilty she'd considered more than once.<br><br>Chloe supposed she was almost the same way, though perhaps only because she'd only once or twice found someone in the camp worth her time, and who she felt wouldn't mind it when she inevitably got bored.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 04:54:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Nigel</em></div><hr><br>Nigel didn't care much for gender. If he liked someone, then he liked them. During off months from camp he did sleep around from time to time between fending off his mother's home from monsters, but lately he hadn't been that interested in anyone, "Daughter of Aphrodite?...eh...No thanks..." he still had issues with the daughters of Aphrodite after his first experience in his first year. They were always a little too charming for him. Nigel felt like he'd been tricked into losing his virginity to that one and that had soured him against nearly everyone in the Aphrodite cabin, or in the Hermes' Cabin if they hadn't been claimed, "I'm not all that crazy about red heads anyway," plus, if he was going to fool around with someone, he wanted a few branches between him and them on their family tree. Even better would be someone from a different tree altogether. That didn't mean he didn't look from time to time, or even act on it from time to time. Nigel just tried to keep it more private than some of the others.<br><br>He settled himself down on the edge of the fountain and put his foot in the water, not really caring if his jeans got wet or not. Sure, he could will them to not get wet, but what was the fun in that? Instead of caring about his clothing getting wet, he kicked his foot a little to try and splash his sister, "I heard someone talking about Chariot Races this year while I was swimming. Wanna give it a go? Dad did create horses, so we would stand a decent chance, don't you think?" Nigel was more interested in doing laps around the Sound than racing, but he knew Chiron would get onto him if he didn't participate in at least one thing this year.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 05:11:29</strong>
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				Chloe gave a soft laugh when Nigel tried to splash her. Some of the water hit her, but it ran off as though she were made of glass, not even leaving a trace behind on her clothing. She wondered what his type was, but she had a feeling she wouldn't get to find out anytime soon. Chloe pulled off her shirt, following it shortly with her pants, and panties, leaving everything she'd had on in a pile on the water's edge, knowing exactly which rock didn't go under at high tide.<br><br>She walked out into the water past Nigel and sunk down as it deepened sharply, dipping her head under and then coming back up, smoothing back her newly wet hair with both hands. She didn't keep herself dry, as she was capable of doing, except when she was in danger of going wrinkley of course.<br><br>"Honestly brother, that you can talk about chariot racing like a chore, says a lot about you. Of course I'm going to race, and I might just win too, though it'll be easier if I have you driving, after all, I can't exactly use my spear-arm while holding the reins can I?"<br><br>Chloe supposed she had the same quality, that seeming aparthy, but for her it was more a lull between moments of adrenaline bliss, whereas, Nigel talked like all he wanted to do was swim alone. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 09:44:08</strong>
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				A startled shout slipped out of Harold's mouth as he was easily lifted and pulled back, his grip on Stewart's wrist breaking, his swing going wide.&nbsp; He had to bite his lip in pain as his leg was jarred, a soft hiss escaping.&nbsp; Part of him was pissed that Chiron had stepped in to stop the fight, not wanting to be seen as weak and needing to be rescued.&nbsp; But he knew that the centaur had more than likely just saved his butt from a thrashing.&nbsp; Seeing how Sarah calmed down from Chiron's words, he knew that now was probably the best time to apologize.<br><br>"I didn't mean to be disrespectful, but I'm still equally to blame for this.&nbsp; I shouldn't have said what I did, even in anger." Pull free from Chiron's hold, he turned to face Sarah.&nbsp; "I'm sorry for calling you a bitch.&nbsp; I was angry, because at the time, it seemed to me that you were insinuating that one of my parents wasn't faithful to the other.&nbsp; I lost my temper, but that doesn't excuse my actions."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 18:46:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Nigel</em></div><hr><br>Strangely enough, watching his sister strip down near him didn't affect him very much. As 'anti-sex' as he seemed to others, he never got fussy about people being naked around him. Hell, he rarely put a shirt on unless they were training, "I'll drive. That's no problem. Who else you gonna get, anyways?" other cabins did team up with each other, but he didn't think his sister had many allies here. They were better off working together or even with Zeus' kids. The Big Three might not of got along, and their kids didn't usually get along either, but they worked well together, "We could always see if either of Hades' kids came back this year. Skeleton horses that would be unaffected by weapons, the control we have over horses, and a bone chariot. It'd be pretty cool," Cecilia had been around last year, maybe she was here this year. She might of been a first cousin, but Nigel thought she had nice eyes. Then there was always Desmond. Again, a first cousin, but Nigel couldn't help but notice how good looking he was when he went swimming, "Or a thunder chariot," one of the biggest reasons Nigel didn't get involved much romantically at camp was because he tended to find his first cousins...sexy.<br><br>Nigel pushed his hands through his hair and the water rolled off the back of his head and down his back to be caught by the towel, his short hair puffed up completely dry. Being a son of the Sea God was really amazing, at least in his opinion. Nigel had no reason to hate his dad. Unlike some women that were offered assistance from their child's Godly parent, his mother had taken the offer. Poseidon didn't give them loads of money or a big house or anything like that. They had a small house on the beach and he was home schooled. Monsters came by quite often, but with his mom's help they managed to kill them off.<br><br>"I wouldn't swim naked if I were you. At least put some underwear on," he smirked, "Don't want one of those Aphrodite or Apollo boys seeing you like that, do ya?"<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Chiron &amp; Sarah</em></div><hr><br>Sarah held her tongue. She knew that people were tempted into sleeping with Gods and Goddesses. Her own mother had cheated on the man that would of been her father with Ares. To her, it was a good chance that one of Harold's parents had done the same. She didn't apologize though. She'd done nothing wrong, at least not in her mind. She'd tried to give him answers. If anyone should apologize to Harold, she thought it should be her brother, though she saw no reason for that either, "Whatever..." she crossed her arms and walked off, not looking at either Harold or her brother.<br><br>"Oh?" Chiron watched the girl walk off and guessed that was the best they could hope for from her right now, "Now, I'm sure we can find a way to settle this like gentlemen," he knew that Stewart was unlikely to take an apology as a good enough settlement. Disrespecting Ares or his children was always a big deal to them, "Don't you agree, Stewart?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 20:29:48</strong>
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				"Well, I'm pretty sure one of Zeus's kids came back," she said, "unsubtle as usual. We'll have to look into our equipment options though, skeleton horses and thunder chariots sound like fun, but it seems slightly un-sporting."<br><br>She walked a bit closer to shore, standing up a bit more, and looking up and down the shore, before sliding back to sit closer to Nigel, still mostly in the water. She'd never been one for bathing suits, and his suggestion only made her laugh. Of course she wouldn't be showing off to the sons of Aphrodite, or Apollo, maybe the daughters, but if she was seen, well, she really couldn't have cared less, she found the charms of the more sexually minded demi-gods endearing, when they were intentional, though she'd never been genuinely tricked by them.<br><br>"If they see me, they see me," she said, "besides, what would be the point in swimming with underwear on? I'd just have to take them off when I got out."<br><br>That much was true, if only because she couldn't stand the strangeness of being dry, even in part, underwater. Besides, she wasn't ruling out the possiblity that someone at the camp be her type, and she knew there was a pretty good chance that, if they wanted to watch her swimming, she was theirs too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 21:06:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta at the Campfire with Abigale</em></div><br>Rosetta turned to Abigale when she asked if that was her name, and nodded while smiling.<br><br>"Yeah. I'm Rosetta, although you're welcome to call me Rose...or Rosie. I don't mind."<br><br>The young redhead nodded as she said she was the daughter of Hermes, and shook her head slightly.<br><br>"I guess hearing things like that will take some getting used to, as I've only known I was half-god for two weeks. My dad says he knows for sure that I'm Aphrodite's daughter, and I believe him...but I'm not claimed, so I suppose there's no way of knowing for sure until that happens. <em>If</em> that happens. From what I've heard of my [/i]mother[/i], she doesn't seem like the generous type."<br><br>Sighing, she blushed when the cabin leader saw her cuts and bruises. She knew she looked pretty bad.<br><br>"The easiest explanation is that I'm an idiot, and while I was trying to find the lake...I found the forest instead. And then a bunch of metal birds and giant ants found me. Nasty place...but luckily a very reluctant son of Hades rescued me."<br><br>She chuckled and shrugged.<br><br>"But I figure I'll get patched up either tonight or tomorrow morning. Do you know who I go to for that?"<br><br>Taking the s'more ingredients from the daughter of Hermes, Rosetta went up to the fire and picked out a stick before pushing her marshmallow into the end of it and roasting it until it caught fire...just like she liked it. Blowing out the flame, she quickly stuffed it between the chocolate and two graham crackers, making the perfect s'more...in her opinion. Setting the stick aside for someone else, she walked back to Abigale and sat down, pulling her legs up and sitting Indian style as she ate the gooey treat. When she'd taken a bite, she turned and spoke again.<br><br>"So...how long have you been here, and where did you grow up?"<br><br>Taking another bite, Rosetta looked around and spotted the boy from earlier (Vincent) flirting with some girls who looked a lot like her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 21:36:23</strong>
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				Goldberg hit the dweeb in the side, then the dweeb grabbed him by the wrist, if he planned to do something it appeared to be prevented when he was hoisted off the ground, a punch swinging out too. It would appear the fight was being broken up, a shame. Goldberg could feel many eyes on him now, a fight in the middle of the dining pavilion <em>tended</em> to attract attention. Chiron ended the fight, the lame legged brat apologized and Sarah stormed off. Realistically Goldberg knew that a fight <em>right</em> in front of Chiron and Mr. D wasn't going to last long, at least he had managed to get in something. But it would appear, Chiron was offering the War Leader his change yet. <br><br>Settle it like Gentlemen? He could work with that. He could work with it quite a bit in fact. His eyes met with Chiron's for a moment, before switching back to the lame legged one. "Fine, we settle it like gentlemen. We duel tomorrow, at sunrise." That's how Gentlemen settled things in the old days....right? "He walked right passed our table and insulted my sister in front of us all, I <strong>demand</strong> this blatant act of disrespect and insult be settled properly." He stood there, waiting to see if this was acceptable. He'd be getting this one back one way or another, either in a quest or contest he'd target him, or it could be in a controlled environment, in a duel.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 21:51:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>"Maybe she's waiting for you to use your powers a little more. I mean, I don't know you, so I can't really say that for sure. A lot of people think Aphrodite will only accept her kids if they go around showing off their goods and getting laid, but she is a Goddess and has fought in wars. A lot of people here don't like having Aphrodite's cabin on their team during events because they think they're useless. But really, what could be more powerful than to have your enemy at your feet begging you to love them? Not much of a threat if all they want is a kiss. So maybe she's just waiting for you to 'show 'em the power of love'," Abigale shrugged a little.<br><br>Abigale stifled a small laugh when she heard that Clint had saved her. She had a hard time believing Clint would save anyone other than his sister, "Yeah, those Stymphalian birds and Myrmekes can be kinda pissy on the first day. Most of them haven't had half-blood flesh in a year. You probably put them into a frenzy. Though I wouldn't count on Clint to help you out again. He was probably sitting there the whole time and watched them nearly peck you to death before jumping in. He might be nice to look at, but he's a jackass..." she popped a piece of chocolate into her mouth, "The infirmary is in the Big House. That's where Mr. D, Chiron, and the Oracle stay at. It's over that hill," she pointed off to the distance. The house couldn't be seen, but there was a small stream of smoke from a chimney floating above the hill.<br><br>She didn't like talking about where she grew up. It reminded her of her mom, "Three years," she fingered the rope necklace around her neck. It had three little beads on it, "If you live through the summer, you get a bead. This'll be my fourth year. I grew up in Chicago before I came here. My dad claimed me when I got arrested for hot-wiring a school buss. He bailed me outta jail. I was only thirteen, but they held me anyways till he got there. Well, he kind of broke me out...Nothing is worth doing unless you break a law, that's what dad told me. What about you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 22:01:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta talking to Abigale at the camp-fire.</em></div><br>She listened and shrugged, but nodded.<br><br>"Maybe...I want to learn to fight as well, though...as I feel like I'm at a disadvantage. I mean, I know that sex is a powerful weapon, but I'm still learning how to use my powers, and I'd like to know how to use a sword or bow just in case."<br><br>Eating the rest of the s'more, she leaned back and looked around at the rest of the kids, seeing Clint and chuckling a bit.<br><br>"Yeah, I know what you mean...but he still saved my life, so I'm grateful...even if he probably didn't want to."<br><br>She turned and smiled at Abigale, looking toward the house and nodding before listening to the natural blonde's story.<br><br>"Originally from upstate. My dad's a doctor, and I have to admit that I was really sheltered and spoiled. He also was extremely over-protective of me, and we lived in the country where I was home-schooled by a tutor. He didn't like me getting out of the house much, which I resented him for quite a bit...but I guess any parent would feel the same if they knew their only child was a daughter of Aphrodite. After all, supposedly I can seduce with a look and become a nympho. It's a miracle that he kept me in the dark for so long. We had a good relationship, though...just strained. I never really had issues with my powers until I came here, but being around all these people...and men...makes me a little nervous. It's only my first day and I can feel myself changing already."<br><br>She blushed and shook her head.<br><br>"But you didn't want to hear about that...sorry. I guess I don't really know what to talk about at a place like this."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 22:14:45</strong>
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				Harold watched as Sarah walked off, his eyes rolling.&nbsp; Whether she accepted his apology or not didn't matter to him.&nbsp; He had accepted he was wrong, and apologized.&nbsp; Though it seemed that Stewart wasn't willing to accept it and be done with it.&nbsp; Harold glared at the older man.&nbsp; A duel at dawn?&nbsp; Seriously?&nbsp; He knew that Stewart wouldn't take no for an answer, that his precious pride and honor wouldn't allow it.&nbsp; So Harold would give him what he wanted.&nbsp; He wasn't about to back down.<br><br>"A duel?&nbsp; Fine, I accept.&nbsp; I could try and whine my way out of it, use my leg and the fact that you're a trained fighter as excuses, but I won't.&nbsp; My pop always told me that a man should own up to his mistakes, and do what he has to.&nbsp; I've already apologized to the one I crossed; and I don't owe you anything.&nbsp; But I'll give baby what he wants.&nbsp; Even though I'll probably lose, I won't back down."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 00:40:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Clint wanders off to the lake...</em></div><br>With a loud yawn and a shrug of his neck the son of Hades rose to his feet and made his way back to his cabin, he was exhausted and would have slept the entire first day he was back if it had not been for Cecilia who was now lost somewhere. As he walked by the crowd he caught a glimpse of the red head from earlier and turned to take a few steps forward. Part of her conversation was caught, as he passed by he gave her the sole reason he had saved her life.<br><strong>"Now that I know you, I don't want that annoying ringing in my ears if you die. "</strong><br><br>Not getting to know someone was the best defense mechanism over that little power that warned him if someone he knew died. It was more annoying then depressing to know someone for a few days before they went off to die foolishly in the forest because they thought themselves heroes, part of the reason he only spoke to older campers. Those who had lesser chance to die were "worthy" to get to know a little better. It had been a few years since he had been at the camp and there were more new faces then old, mostly the cabin leaders and a few "veteran" campers. <br><br>As he passed by the lake he caught a few swimming, going off course for a moment. He heard some familiar voices and as he approached he caught a sight of the missing children of Poseidon.<br><strong>"If it isn't the other side of the family, the ones I can tolerate." </strong><br>A smile crossed his lips as he sat on a rock on the lake's edge, going for a swim being the last thing on his mind. Their nudity was over looked, he was not as close minded as the other children who had come in from the outside world to be shocked by what they where. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 03:22:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Nigel</em></div><hr><br>"Unsporting? Please. You know Ares' is gonna have some kind of trick up their sleeves. And what about Hermes' kids? They'll likely try to loosen the wheels on all the other chariots. Oh, and Hephaestus will probably have spikes that shoot outta the side of their cart. I hardly think demon horses will be the worst thing out there. But, if you want to keep it 'sportingly', then we'll do that," he smirked a little. <br><br>"True. I guess if we were meant to swim with clothing on, then we'd of been born with clothing on," Nigel laid back on the edge of the fountain, his jeans on, but undone and covering very little of his body. Their father had put it the fountain there for everyone to use, but it was mostly for them. It flowed with salt water instead of fresh and there were small gold coins at the bottom for sending Isis Messages. It was actually kind of cool to look at.<br><br>He'd been about to say something when a deep voice cut him off. Nigel picked his head up from the stone and saw Clint. While he hated to admit it, he'd thought Clint might of died. They hadn't seen him in a few years and that was the normal assumption for when someone went missing in action or didn't return to camp. Not many heroes made it into adult hood, so it was good to see another 'oldie' back at the camp, "So you didn't die after all, Cousin," he teased a bit before laying his head back down, "Enjoying the s'mores?"<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Chiron</em></div><hr><br>"I hardly think a duel..." but Chiron was cut off when Harold accepted, "Oh dear..." he knew that there was very little he could do to stop it. Only Mr. D was allowed to stop accepted duels and he knew, just as all the oldie campers, that Mr. D never refused those. Mr. D would of liked to see them kill each other, "A duel it is...but, to be fair, Stewart, why don't we make it one day from now? Harold is new to the camp and just found out he was a half-blood. Do you really want to fight someone so inexperienced? I would hardly think a son of the great Ares would take any enjoyment from beating a low-class fighter, even if only for retribution for a sibling," one day wouldn't be enough to teach Harold to win, but they could at least get him fitted armor and teach him enough to live, "Do you really think your sister would appreciate you fighting for her honor against someone that did not know the disrespect he was causing or that cannot defend himself against a trained warrior like yourself?"<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>"If you're willing to get your hands dirty a bit," which most kids of Aphrodite weren't willing to do, "We'll get you some fighting lessons."<br><br>Abigale was surprised to hear Rosetta's back story. It was amazing to hear that a daughter of Aphrodite had managed to have her powers subdued by a protective father. That didn't usually stop many of them, "No, I don't mind. It's nice to hear a good story once in a while. So many come here because their homes and lives were destroyed by a monster. Many get hunted down and killed before they even know why they are being hunted. Some manage to make it here, but only with a little life left in them. I came here covered in blood and screaming for someone to get my mother's body. My story is a bit more common than yours. Some get dragged in here confused by a Satyr," she pointed to Vincent, "Like him. He thought a cop brought him here as punishment for something. That cop was trying to protect him. He's coming around...not sure where those handcuffs went though. I'm sure they'll turn up somewhere," Abigale wasn't too worried about keeping track of Vincent. She had his possessions and if he wanted them back, he'd come find her.<br><br>"So, anything strange ever happen in your life. I know you were sheltered and all, but no weird things? I saw my first monster when I was eight. I didn't know what it was and it apparently didn't know what I was. It smelled a demigod, but I was too young for it to notice that it was me. He was a cyclops. He roamed around my school for days before finally wandering off. No one ever believed that I'd seen a man with one eye, but once I got older I realized what it was."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 03:24:43</strong>
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				"Fine....one day." People might have called Goldberg a meat head or a moron behind his back, and sure he wasn't going to lecture mathematics in Harvard anytime soon, but that didn't mean he wasn't intelligent. His mind was capable of sophisticated tactical processing, in his own way he was like a world-class chess player. Except he didn't play chess. He might never write a novel that would have the world praising him, but put him in the middle of a battlefield and he'd be able to monitor and react to everything. Harold on the other hand, who probably considered himself an intellect, and more then likely considered himself far smarter then a "brute" such as Goldberg....well he had walked in front of the Ares Cabin table, insulted one of them, and <em>now</em> continued to throw his mouth. He could call the War Leader a baby or any other name under the sun, but when they dueled tomorrow, it was Goldberg's game they'd be playing. Goldberg never lost at his own game. <br><br>Goldberg was finished now, he turned on the spot and left. There was nothing more for him in the pavilion. The War Leader's feet carried him towards the warmth of the camp fire. There was something about fire that he enjoyed. When he looked into it, he saw something of himself in it. There was hunger and rage. Although he was no longer angry, he was getting something to feed that hunger tomorrow.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 03:50:01</strong>
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				Chloe stood up and out of the water when Clint approached, walking over to him, and looking him over like something she was checking for damage, after it had been lent to someone else. She was a bit more partial to the children of Hades, and Clint, than the children of Zeus, if only because she'd been learning about their parents before she'd known she had a god for a father, and Zeus never seemed to come off that well to her, his children almost less so.<br><br>"Clint, back at camp," she said, "shame, I rather liked imagining you out killing things, preferably large, unwieldy monsters, preferably those with multiple eyes."<br><br>She had enjoyed that indeed, if only because she liked the visualization in general, no matter who she could imagine doing it, of course, it helped when the person in question was actually probably out doing just that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 03:57:07</strong>
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				Jason Troy sat on a log across from Rosetta and Abigale. He had been listening in on their conversation, it was rude but he didnt much care. His green eyes watched them across the fire, taking in the Rosetta's figure. He wasn't attracted to her but it was good to have a much different body to morph into in he was on the run from monsters, likewise it could aid in confusing a monster if two of the same person appeared. Introduction could wait he figured the natural redhead would be joining his cabin soon enough. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 04:28:46</strong>
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				Rosetta laughed and nodded. <br><br>"I grew up in the country, so yes...I can handle some dirt."<br><br>When Abigale continued and told her own story, Rosetta sobered and grew quiet, looking at the daughter of Hermes and swallowing. She couldn't imagine what that must be like, as she'd never lost someone dear to her like that. She'd never known a mother, and her father was still back home...healthy. Looking into the fire, she exhaled slowly and spoke kindly to her...but not in pity.<br><br>"I'm sorry to hear about your mother. I honestly can't imagine what you must have gone through."<br><br>She looked at the girl and then allowed her to change the subject. <br><br>"I saw some weird things, and I thought I was crazy for a while. I'm pretty sure that I've seen a giant or two lurking, as well as some other random creatures. However, I don't know how, but I think somehow my father hired some 'bodyguards,' and I was always shuffled inside at the first sign...and not let out until a few days later. I honestly don't know how he protected me, as he's only human. He must have had some kind of help, but he never told me what."<br><br>She shrugged and looked over to see a very angry...although attractive...boy coming into the campfire area. She saw Clint leave, and then she saw a boy who was undoubtedly a son of Aphrodite sitting nearby. Sighing, she turned and looked at the son of Ares for a bit longer than she probably should have. Supposedly her mother had a centuries long thing for Ares...was there something to that?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 05:46:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Clint, Nigel and Chloe</em></div><br>Even if Clint was open minded when it came to nudity, it did not stop him from looking over his first cousins body with an appreciative look over. He shook his head at Nigel at first, actually laughing at the idea of being killed. Even if he could die like everyone else, he always shared the same joke with those who worried for him.<br><strong>"We all know my father would kick me out of the underworld the moment I even considered wanting to move back in." </strong><br>He turned his attention to the sack of ingredients and shrugged, opening them up and placing them to the side in case they wanted a sample. <br><br><strong>"I do not know what is more unsettling Chloe, your fascination with gore or your obsession with me, it's good to see both of you have not left a burning in my ears." </strong><br>He glanced at both of them and pushed his jacket of his shoulders, before lifting the shirt over his head. In the last few years he had added to his musculature, but remained "thin and lithe", healed scars left feint marks on his ashen skin. A fresh gash had gone unnoticed, blood caking down to seal the wound, one of the metallic birds had gotten his arm and another had gotten him in the side but it was nothing that could not be ignored. <br><strong>"I was feeling over dressed. Chloe we both know that I do not kill, after I took that vow of peace." </strong><br>Clint snorted as he tried to suppress the chuckle, even he could not believe that lie. It was like saying a child of Aphrodite would take a vow of chastity. <br><strong>"But it is good to see the two of you." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 07:55:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Dani</span></span></div><br><hr><br>Dinner that night was really a new experience for her.&nbsp; Sure she'd been in homes before, where there where many people, orphans like her.&nbsp; But that was nothing compared to this.&nbsp; She had images of what summer camp was like, and while this came close it didn't really match exactly.&nbsp; So, so many people made her scoot closer to her brother slightly.&nbsp; Her eyes roaming the pavilion, she looked out for anyone who looked at them oddly, or anyone who looked like an all out threat.<br><br>The horse man from before was at the head table, as was the seemingly grump Mr. D.&nbsp; Chiron seemed nice enough, if not completely non-threatening since he was half beast, but it was the other man that made her a little nervous.&nbsp; She had met a lot of mean tempered people, men in particular, and they where all the same to her.&nbsp; Sure they weren't all out monsters, not like the one that had attacked her and Aaron, but they where more dangerous because they hid their monster inside.&nbsp; She had seen it plenty of times.&nbsp; What hid in men's hearts where pervert's and violence; her brother being the exception, but only because she had made sure that he wasn't evil.<br><br>Eating proved to be another adventure.&nbsp; She didn't know who cooked, but whoever it was that had made corn dogs where awesome in her head.&nbsp; The cranberry juice that had filled her cup, after she had observed someone "wishing" a drink, was refreshing and she felt just a tad bit better than she had only moments before.&nbsp; When she had finished eating, and watching the spectacle some of the people there where making, she turned to Aaron and nudged him with her elbow to get his attention.<br><br>"I heard something about a fire and smore's, wanna go?"&nbsp; She did have a secret weakness, and that was chocolate, and the smell of a good fire.<br><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Desmond</span></span></div><br>There was a lot of things Desmond could be called, patient was not one of them.&nbsp; What he really wanted to be doing right now was...well rather dirty.&nbsp; Although he was much older than what he had been when he had first shown up at camp for the first time, there was one thing he hadn't grown out of.&nbsp; That thing, he had to admit, didn't need to be done very often though, not since he had grown into his own and had managed to bed as many people as he could.&nbsp; But now, at camp, he hadn't gotten laid in a long ass time.&nbsp; Not to mention that the main people he wanted to fuck right now where, for all intents and purposes, off limits; well at least until he managed to seduce them into doing the naked tango with him.<br><br>Grinning at that thought, he looked around and than turned to his brother.&nbsp; He figured that Zach might find it weird, him leaving now since he hadn't really eaten all that much, but he had an itch to take care of and he really couldn't do that here.&nbsp; So giving his brother a rather innocent look, he begged to be excused and slipped out of the dining pavilion, sending the rather angry, and flustered, camp director a saucy look over his shoulder.&nbsp; Since the camp was over flowing with so many children and older half god's, there wasn't as many places to be private as he would have liked.&nbsp; Usually when he was with a partner though, he didn't care if he was in a private area or not.&nbsp; Not since he prided himself to be quiet an exhibitionist.&nbsp; But tonight he didn't really want an audience, or at least the audience he did want was probably unlikely to see him, so looking around, he made his way to the Big House.&nbsp; At least there he could be alone behind the house, not so many people went there, unless they where injured or seeking out one of the camp directors.<br><br>Walking around the building he smirked, wondering who stayed in which room, but shrugging it off as he wasn't about to actually break in and see for himself.&nbsp; When he got to the back, he leaned up against the building and sighed.&nbsp; He was happy, really he was.&nbsp; He didn't have as many responsibilities as his brothers did, since his father was just a little indifferent to his actions.&nbsp; And he wasn't lonely, or at least not really, this summer was actually the first one he had been without a steady partner, or partners as was the case most of the time.&nbsp; So the fact that he didn't feel like smiling at the moment confounded him.&nbsp; What was missing?&nbsp; Nothing popped into his head, but than again, he didn't really feel like over thinking it.&nbsp; In fact, he was also well known for his lack of over thinking.&nbsp; <br><br>Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he pulled out a wrinkled pack of Marlboro reds, and his zippo, and lit up.&nbsp; The smoke made lazy whisps in the air, and he just stood there for a little while, his back to the building and one hand reaching up to rub against the skin of his exposed arm.&nbsp; When he was done he flicked the cigarette away and ran a hand through his hair.&nbsp; The image that had been in his head early reared it's head again, and he sucked in air harshly through his mouth.&nbsp; Something was definitely wrong with him if the mental image of both his camp directors made him weak in certain areas.&nbsp; <br><br>A part of him that wasn't weak though, was standing up straight, voicing it's silent approval of his thoughts.&nbsp; Groaning quietly he slowly worked the button and zipper of his jeans open, and pushed his pants and blue boxers down, so they bunched around his muscled thighs.&nbsp; The cool air hit his exposed cock, and he shivered slightly.&nbsp; Softening just a little from the cold, he ran a thumb around the slit and leaned back, his head hitting the back of the wall.&nbsp; Sliding the palm of his handover his length, he curled his fingers around his hardening shaft and imagined it was someone else's hand pleasuring his cock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 08:54:33</strong>
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				Jason had left the campfire and was walking the big house. The Son of Aphrodite froze as he saw Demond chocking his chicken. " You have a cabin for a reason Roberts " Jason said raising an eyebrow at the son of Zeus. " There are children running around for Gods sakes" Jason said slightly disgusted. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 09:29:11</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3592192#msg3592192">Quote from: Jason Masters on 06-09-2010, 08:54:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jason had left the campfire and was walking the big house. The Son of Aphrodite froze as he saw Demond chocking his chicken. " You have a cabin for a reason Roberts " Jason said raising an eyebrow at the son of Zeus. " There are children running around for Gods sakes" Jason said slightly disgusted.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Desmond</span></span></div><br><hr><br>Desmond had been in the middle of a particular good fantasy when the sound of footsteps heralded the arrival of someone.&nbsp; Cursing under his breath he pulled up his pant's and tucked himself away.&nbsp; Glaring out, he spotted the intruder and cursed again.&nbsp; Fuck his luck, but one of the Aphrodite spawn had chosen a bad time to wander around.<br><br>"Fuck off Jason.&nbsp; There's no one around here right now, and plus there's no privacy in the cabins."&nbsp; He really didn't like being interrupted, especially when he had chosen this spot because there was nothing behind the big house.&nbsp; The fact that he's seen worse going on by this pricks siblings didn't go unnoticed by Desmond either.<br><br>"Not that it's any of your business anyway, so you can just go on your merry way."&nbsp; Taking out another cigarette, he lit the tip and inhaled, hoping that by ignoring him the guy would just leave.&nbsp; It didn't escape his notice that only a few months ago he wouldn't have been as unwelcome to him.&nbsp; But the fact that his mind was preoccupied by two other men, combined with the obvious disgust in the other guy's face and tone, along with his still achingly hard member, well he wasn't feeling like being nice at the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 09:39:42</strong>
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				Jason chuckled " whatever, but its getting close to curfew " he started walking away. " It would be a shame if a harpy ripped off your package" he called. he figured a stroll through the strawberry fields would be nice 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 19:50:58</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>...Sleeping Beauty awakens...<br>...Beauty or Brains? Why can't we have both?....</em></div><hr><br>Elizabeth, or Libby as she was dubbed by her friends and family, had found herself forced into an early nap after a long night of studying and a long day of practice. Digging her way out of a mound of books scattered on her bed she yawned some and glanced around. Stretching some she brushed her dark hair back from her face and rubbed at her eyes. Silently she wondered what time it was and how long she had been sleeping.&nbsp; Realizing it was pretty late and most likely dinner time she hurriedly put all of her books onto her desk nearby and slid her small feet into a pair of simple white canvas shoes. (http://www.clubtennis.co.uk/Images/canvas_shoe.jpg) Tugging her long dark hair back into a ponytail she hurried out of the house, blowing a kiss toward the altar. <br><br><strong>"Love you, Mother."</strong><br><br>Wearing her favorite faded blue jeans and a tshirt, Libby tugged her arms into a dark red hoodie and tugged it over her head. Hurrying down the path toward the mess hall she passed by any who walked past without a second glance. She figured by the time she got there, it would all be gone or they had stopped serving, but one could always hold up some kind of hope. Who knows, maybe Riley got her something. Then again, he might think to teach her a lesson for not getting there on time. <br><br>It had been six months since she had joined Camp Half-Blood and even still, she was learning the ropes. The first couple months were rough going and she had to adjust to more than she liked.&nbsp; She found quickly that her affinity for fencing was for a reason, and the fact that she was always decent at defensive actions all made sense now. Always calculating her opponents in all areas, fencing, chess, heck even basketball and she hated basketball. Most sports bored Libby. They all seemed to just be some way of others to show off or brag. There were far more interesting things to do and more useful ways of having fun. Fencing was just one of those, sophisticated ways that helped build up skill and now, potential lifesaving abilities.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 21:57:15</strong>
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				<em>Riley gives a little incentive</em><br><br>Riley had performed a mental head count, and was sure by now that Libby had overslept. “ugh…that girl.” He said with a frown. He was far less angry than he sounded, but showing up for dinner was important, even if you didn’t eat, especially during the first official start of the camping session. He watched as some of the kids who pulled kitchen duty were preparing to clean up the spread, and held up his hands to stop them. After a little fast talking, he and a few other stragglers were able to make hasty dishes before the clean-up had begun.<br><br>He was standing by the fire when he saw her fast approach. He raised his hand so she’d notice him, and then positioned the plate of food over the fire. It was hard to tell whether or not he was kidding with the gesture. All the same, he thought it would be a good lesson for her. If you didn’t eat, you went without, then prayed that breakfast would come. But between them lay nights out, and an empty stomach could be a hard thing to sleep with.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 00:47:53</strong>
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				Lexi walked out from the path that led to the strawberry fields giggling happily. She then ran off to the campfire then sat down with her other brothers and sisters while running her fingers through her hair to check if the roses were still there, which they were, and to straighten it out a little. She smiled as one of them passed her a s’more and she sat between Aphrodites group and the Ares group not bothered about which group she was in as she bit into the s’more letting the taste run over her tongue making her smile.<br><br>She then noticed a daughter of Aphrodite sitting with the Hermes cabin and got up before walking over to Rosetta and Abigale. She smiled at Rosetta “Hi I’m Lexi, I umm noticed you were a daughter of Aphrodite like I am and thought I’d come introduce myself since I’m new here” She smiled nervously and bit her bottom lip before smiling at Abigale letting her know she hadn’t ignored the daughter of Hermes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 01:25:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Riley sighed and looked down before shaking his head. “Yes, Chiron can talk…okay…we’re going to scratch the idea of us going into the forest for now. You’re too new, and I don’t have my sword or shield. Let’s just find a place to sit down, and you can grill me from there. That sound okay?” He walked off to find a table, calculating in his mind the best area with the highest probability for seat availability. From there, he simply followed his feet. He approached a table just when a smaller group of four were getting up to leave. He gave them a nod and sat down.<br><br>He set her plate down in front of her and grinned “Now…I had ignored your other question until we had a better chance to talk. My mother is Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, and the greatest general of the gods…no matter what the barbarians over there say” He nudged his chin over at a group of Ares campers and chuckled “Though they are handy in a fight…I’ll give them that. The god of war don’t make wimps, and if he did, he probably killed them himself.” He looked at her and frowned “If you don’t know your parent yet, then you haven’t been claimed. Don’t sweat it too much. A lot of campers aren’t claimed yet. I don’t even know why I was claimed…just lucky, I guess.”<br><br>He continued “Right now you’ll have to stay in cabin eleven. That’s Hermes. He’s the god of travelers, so they take in those who have no claim yet. Though it can be a little stuffy, try to bear with it for a little. As to the second part of your question, my counter is what are your hobbies? What did you do right before you got here? Those are clues to your particular questions. One thing you’ll need to understand though. We may figure this out, but that doesn’t make you claimed. The gods don’t run a PTA around here, so seeing them is an event in and of itself. Some of your answers…real answers, will come from your heart.” He finished his little diatribe and waited for her to digest. Somehow, he didn’t think she’d be all that hungry at the moment.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Still unnerved by all that had happened, she just nodded and followed Riley into the hall.&nbsp; She caught his mention of sword and shield, but didn't say anything about it.&nbsp; There's just been too much going on for her to care about something as small as that.&nbsp; At his announcement of his parentage, she gave him a confused look until he explained.&nbsp; What he said did make sense... even she knew that just being good at fighting doesn't make you good at strategy. <br><br>His mention of being claimed was another matter though.&nbsp; The idea that her father hadn't wanted anything to do with her, she'd accepted that years ago.&nbsp; But to know that that father was a god and was still such an asshole somehow made it worse.&nbsp; Her shoulders drooped slightly, and her hair seemed to be a deep brown rather than the brilliant red it had looked by the fire. Despite her feeling of betrayal, she tried to think of things she'd done that might help narrow it down, but couldn't come up with anything too spectacular.&nbsp; <br><br>"I... I don't really know.&nbsp; I mean, I didn't really excel at anything.&nbsp; I barely made it through school, I'm not popular or musical or anything.&nbsp; Really the only thing I ever did was be part of the swim team... and even then I wasn't that great until recently.&nbsp; I just never stood out I guess."&nbsp; Shrugging, she looked down at her food and pushed it around the plate a bit as she waited to see if he had any ideas.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 02:08:19</strong>
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				Phil walked over to the camp fire, on his way back to camp he had bumped into Jason Troy. The two went way back, both he and Jason had entered the camp around the same time. Chiron had actually sent them out on quests together a number of times in the past, those times were great. As a kid it was nice having a friend in camp, in fact Jason had been Phil's only friend for the first couple of years. <br>The two walked back towards the campfire laughing and talking about what they expected from this year.<br><br>Jason was glad he bumped into Phil, having been bored out of his mind it was nice to see his old friend after nearly a year. Unlike Phil, Jason had a home to go back to. This elder sister Ember was a wealthy model, she had asked Jason to live with her when their father passed away two years ago. Not wanting to be stuck in the camp year round he happily accepted. Life in Nevada was fun, on his trips to Hollywood People would stop and stare they would whisper and take pictures of him. It amused him so because his charm had nothing to do with it, Jason actually bore a strong resemblance to a young Brad Pitt. <br>He had told Phil about his latest exploits and as they approached the fire they talked of what this year might bring. 'Hopefully lots of ass' he thought as he continued conversing with Phil
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 03:14:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Chiron</em></div><hr><br>The centaur watched Stewart stomp off and smiled at Harold, "Well then, looks like you get fight training in the morning...after we get you some armor. I'm sure if we stop at the Hephaestus cabin tonight we can get that leg worked on a little bit. You did a wonderful job on it, but I think we can get it working a little more smoothly. Stewart may not be the brightest when it comes to science or math, but he's a very skilled fighter. He won't pull punches with you just because you're new. His sister doesn't seem to keen on him fighting for her, but once he has that idea in his head, it's not going to go away. For now, why don't you go join the other campers at the bonfire? The s'mores are wonderful," he smiled before clopping off towards the Big House on his own. Even though he knew new campers needed help sometimes, he wasn't going to show them everything. He'd been training heroes for nearly 3000 years, he was confident that Harold would find his place soon enough.<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Nigel</em></div><hr><br>The son of the sea god chuckled a little when his sister said she preferred to imagine their cousin out fighting unyielding monsters with hundreds of eyes. He almost laughed when he heard Clint talk about a 'vow of peace', "I don't what's more disturbing either. Chloe thinking about you all hot and sweaty while fighting or you not killing. I take it by those fresh cuts that you were the cause of that plume of Stymphalian birds over the forest a little while ago?"<br><br>Nigel watched their cousin for a moment, able to appreciate a good looking body. Their ancient Greeks could enjoy a naked body, no matter the gender or relation, so why couldn't he? Even though he tended to keep his wank to himself while at camp.<br><br>A small explosion from the nearby Hephaestus' cabin caused Nigel to jump a little and fall into the fountain, "Fucking Tartarus! What the heck are they doing in there?!" he sat up and leaned against the edge of the fountain. His hair puffed back up a bit a moment later as the water seemed to disappear from it, "Grease monkeys. It's only the first day back..." he rolled his eyes some.<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>Abigale was very surprised to hear a daughter of Aphrodite so willing to get her hands dirty. Most would run screaming from the idea of getting a little sweaty outside of sex. For the first time since she'd started coming here, she didn't want to deck a child of Aphrodite.<br><br>All she could really do was shrug a bit at the mention of her mother. It was hard to get over, but she managed. She just reminded herself that some kids had worse done to them. Death was a daily thing here. Heroes usually didn't live for very long. They were lucky to make it past sixth grade without being killed.<br><br>"It's amazing your dad was able to do that. A lot of people that have half-blood kids can see through the Mist that monsters create. Most parents do their best to protect us, but usually it comes down to us having to leave them. It's not fair of us to impose that kind of danger on them...and he's not just a human. He's a mortal. You're a human too, you're just not completely mortal."<br><br>It didn't go unnoticed that she was looking at the War Leader, "That's Stewart Goldberg, in case you were wondering. Son of Ares, you know, the God of War. He's pretty...ummm...strong. I wouldn't cross any of them. I got caught stealing a dagger from one of them a few years ago and I don't think my backside as healed properly from the beating he gave me," the former War Leader had a strange sense of humor. He'd caught her crawling back out the window with his dagger and he open palm spanked her, causing her to fall out the window. Abigale couldn't sit right for a week after that, "But Stewart's really good at what he does. And not bad to look at when he trains. Hell, most of the guys here are nice to watch when they train or swim," she smirked a little.<br><br>Lexi came over and Abigale forced a smile. One daughter of Aphrodite was enough to her to deal with, "Hi, Lexi. I'm Abigale," she said politely before looking over at Vincent. The boy appeared to be enjoying himself among the other daughters of Aphrodite, who had no issues with doting on him like he was some kind of sex god. All Abigale could do is roll her eyes a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 03:37:17</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/eleah_29/1608/16-023.jpg)<br><em>Lilac...arriving at camp and heading straight to the bonfire.</em></div><br>Lilac LeJeune was late, but that didn't really bother her. Honestly, on the first day, cabin leaders could barely keep track of who survived, who returned, whose body was found and who the unclaimed might belong to. One late returnee was hardly on their list of priorities. Besides, Lilac preferred to keep to herself anyway. The veterans knew who she was, but very few had actually talked to her. She preferred nature to people, and she was okay with that. <br><br>However, she knew that Phil...her brother...would be at the campfire, and she figured she should go over and say hi. He was the cabin leader, and she was glad to not have that extra burden of responsibility. She would much rather lay in the strawberry fields or the edge of the forest and just listen to nature. Most people didn't understand how alive nature was, but Lilac did. Her father hadn't cared one bit for plants or gardening, but he liked her cooking. He was a high school teacher, and for some reason Demeter had decided to have a fling with him. She was the one who named Lilac, leaving a little necklace with her name and a picture of the flower on it when she abandoned her to her mortal father. <br><br>She was 17 when the monsters started getting more insistent. That's when she learned how to use a bow and arrow, although she still preferred to fight using her powers over nature. She managed to defeat a couple, but when a cyclops sent her father to the hospital, she decided enough was enough...she had to get away from him and make sure he was safe. That's when she discovered Camp Half-Blood, and she'd been here every summer since. Which, of course, was only two summers...but enough to know the ropes. She had just gotten back from a quest from her mother, fixing a famine in rural Russia. Luckily she was able to cure the plants, and the people were now recovering. It might not have been as exciting as fighting monsters or chasing gorgons, but she just saved a small village's life. That was good enough for her.<br><br>Walking through the gates, she first went to the cabin number four and found the bunk bed close to Phil's that she always took. Staking her claim, she headed out to the campfire. She wore jeans, flip-flops and a short sleeved button down green shirt. Her hair was braided in a single plait down her back, and she wore the locket that Demeter had left with her father. <br><br>She smiled at a few people who looked her way, but she found Phil and walked over to sit down next to him. Instead of making a smore, she just started eating a marshmallow as she looked over to him. She saw Jason, a son of Aphrodite, but her high guard allowed her to overcome that flutter of the heart that happened when the love goddess' sons were around. She was still attracted to him, as the magic wasn't completely useless, but she simply gave a polite nod and then looked at the fire...not saying anything.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>The redhead was about ready to continue her conversation with Abigale when she heard a feminine voice by her ear. Turning, she smiled at a pretty little blonde who seemed rather fragile and delicate. When she said that she assumed she belonged in the Aphrodite cabin, Rosetta chuckled and shrugged.<br><br>"Is it that obvious?"<br><br>Sighing, she looked back up into blue eyes that were very similar to her own.<br><br>"I'm still unclaimed, so I'm staying in Hermes' cabin until my...our...mother claims me. If she even does."<br><br>It didn't settle well with her that this girl was claimed and she wasn't, but she couldn't blame Lexi for that.<br><br>"I'm Rosetta. You said your name was Lexi? It's nice to meet you. I'm new as well."<br><br>Abigale introduced herself, and Rosetta looked back to Stewart. He was handsome, but she could feel the violence emanate from him in waves. Undoubtedly not a very pleasant person all the time, but then again, she shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Turning back to the girls, she picked out a piece of chocolate and ate it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 03:45:23</strong>
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				Chloe only barely turned her head at the explosion. She was more focused on Clint, and honestly, she'd expected something to explode sooner. She 'walked' her fingers up Clint's arm, giving him a smirk.<br><br>"Hey, we all get excited from time to time, something in the smithy cabin explodes from time to time, lighting, storms, hell, I'm wet right now," she said. She looked straight into Clint's eyes when she said it, if only to push a bit of her double entendre home. "We all get to celebrate a bit, before we get on to killing, huge, muscled monsters with dozens of eyes, and three-foot long teeth."<br><br>She closed her eyes for a moment, talking about monsters, and then opened them again. Whatever Clint said, she knew whatever fascinations he had were probably wierder than her own. Which she supposed probably made her stranger still for wanting to find out what they were.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 04:15:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Desmond</span></span></div><br>A rough laugh escaped his mouth at the retreating boys words.&nbsp; A harpy tearing off his package wouldn't be very good.&nbsp; In fact it would be the worst thing that could happen to him.&nbsp; If he couldn't fuck than all he'd be was the lacking black sheep of the Zeus family.&nbsp; Sliding down the wall, he pulled his knees up and rested his arms on them.<br><br>For the hundredth time, he wondered why his father had chosen to claim him.&nbsp; It was probably because at the time he had shown great promise.&nbsp; He had been learning to fight, and had been getting better and better.&nbsp; He hadn't really been dating, at the time finding other things more appealing than any woman he had met, so his father had probably thought he would be some kind of single minded warrior when he got older.&nbsp; But than he had stopped improving in his fighting as he had before, hitting a proverbial wall.&nbsp; And he had finally admitted to himself that woman just didn't do anything for him...at all.&nbsp; After that Zeus had become rather non-existant to him, he had felt rather...ignored.&nbsp; It was an odd feeling, one he hadn't liked; and at first he had thought it was all in his head.&nbsp; But as the years progressed he knew his feelings weren't irrational.<br><br>So who cared if he liked to fuck?&nbsp; It was, after all, what he was good at, so why stop?&nbsp; And than the image of two naked camp councilors intruded into his thoughts again and he groaned, leaning forward slightly in pain.&nbsp; His erection had been hard before, needing his attention, but now it was screaming at him.&nbsp; But that prick from earlier had ruined the mood, and now he didn't know if he should finish himself off or just ignore it until it went away.&nbsp; Lowering his head, he scrunched his eyes shut and offered a small prayer up to Mr.D.&nbsp; Reaching down he undid his hastily done up pants and pulled them low enough to grab hold of his throbbing cock.&nbsp; Squeezing lightly he moaned, and than quickly shut his mouth.&nbsp; He didn't want any other demi-gods wondering in on him after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 04:33:41</strong>
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				Harold turned to stare at the centaur's retreating back, hesitating a moment before speaking up.&nbsp; "I didn't ask you to interfere.&nbsp; A man takes care of his own problems, without asking involving anyone else.&nbsp; At least, that's what my pop always said.&nbsp; But...thank you.&nbsp; He probably would have pounded me into a smear if you hadn't stepped in, unless I did something drastic."<br><br>Turning, he made his way over to the bonfire, picking up his bag and his goblet, sipping at his coke.&nbsp; He noticed some of the ones who were sitting with Sarah and Stewart glaring at him, a few making idle threats and comments.&nbsp; He ignored them for the most part, and found a large rock next to the fire to sit on.&nbsp; He didn't bother with any marshmallows, not feeling hungry at the moment; he just stared into the flames, letting their heat seep into him.<br><br>"Well, this is a fine way to start the summer.&nbsp; Haven't even been here a few hours, and I've already pissed off one person, got into a fight with another, and I'm having a duel against him in two days.&nbsp; Great.&nbsp; I can just imagine what Pop would say."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 05:05:50</strong>
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				Phil looked to his left, he saw his sister Lilac or as he often called her Lye. " Oh you made it back Lye " he said offering her a warm smile " Glad to have you back " <br><br>Jason looked past Phil at Lilac. He had always found her attractive, he had wanted on a number of occasions to ask her out but he decided against it. She was quiet and reserved, Anti-social was to strong a word so Jason often thought of her as a wall flower. Aside from her quiet ways she was Phil's sister, sure it was through Demeter but his friend was very close with Lilac. He had noticed on his numerous visit to cabin number four Lilac slept near Phil's room, and before he was made cabin leader they were normally beside each other. If she ever gave him a hint she liked him, he would jump at it. Jason flashed her his pearly whites and waved slightly 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 05:22:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Clint, Chloe and Nigel by the fountain. </em></div><br>Clint chuckled and only glanced back at the explosion for a brief moment before he felt the fingers of Chloe slowly trail up his arm, his head turned to the surprise to see how close she had gotten to him, cut off mid sentence.<br><strong>"Who knows...what...the muscle heads..." </strong><br>He cleared the lump he felt forming in his throat as deep green eyes the color of Greek fire drew his attention. The arm she was not touching moved forward and found themselves at her sculpted calf, trailing his fingers slowly up the smooth muscle and skin to the back of her knee with no intention of stopping any time soon. Fighting to regain his composure he smiles at her.<br><br><strong>"I thought you had the ability to remain dry whenever you went for a swim Chloe..." </strong><br>The playful smile spread across his lips as he dared to look between her thighs when her eyes closed, his curiosity getting the best of him. Their was more than an appreciative look given to her perfectly shaped body, moving his gaze slowly back up to her.<br><strong>"It's been a long time hasn't it..." </strong><br>In the last few years they had both grown up, memories of their playful exchanges when they were both first years returned. He wanted to pick up where they had left off, but not in front of her brother. If Cecilia could see him now she would garrote him after what he had said about Zach and her earlier that day. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 05:42:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lilac at the Campfire with Jason &amp; Phil</em></div><br>Lilac chuckled at Phil's nickname and shook her head.<br><br>"You call me that on purpose, don't you? I feel like soap."<br><br>Smiling fondly, she threw a marshmallow at him and then looked at Jason. The son of Aphrodite flashed his white smile, and she sighed, looking away. It wasn't that she disliked him at all, she just didn't want to become another notch on the bedpost of an Aphrodite offspring. Still, it wasn't his fault. Therefore, she gave him a kind smile. Of course she felt a magnetism around him, but she tried to resist. She almost thought Artemis and Hestia had the right ideas...celibacy couldn't be all that bad. Still, it wasn't exactly a secret that Jason had developed an on and off crush on her since she'd been coming here. <br><br>To most girls, it would be flattering...but to Lilac, she just thought it was annoying. Not that he was annoying...just the whole situation. She didn't care much for social situations, and Jason was a 'heartthrob.' Hardly the kind of guy she figured she'd end up with. However, after two years, she felt kind of bad for always brushing him off. Therefore, she decided that she'd not shut him down again...she might even be nice!<br><br>Handing the marshmallow bag to Jason, she smiled again and tilted her head.<br><br>"Have you made a s'more yet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 06:08:18</strong>
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				Phil dodged the marshmallow Lilac had thrown at him. it was true however he did call her Lye to get under her skin. It was fun having a sibling squabbles, being an only child and an orphan never really allowed him that simple pleasure . okay so he wasnt an orphan and he had siblings but they were but thats how he saw things, still he would do anything for his mother&nbsp; and her children.<br><br>When Phil dodged the sugary projectile Jason caught it in his mouth. He couldn't let a perfectly good marshmallow go to waste. Needless to say when she asked him if he had made a s'more yet he tried to answer, however his mouth was full so it was mostly mumbles. He gulped down marshmallow&nbsp; &nbsp;so as to properly reply to her. " er no im not really a fan of chocolate " he reached into the bag and grabbed a few more marshmallows though " but thanks for the mallows Lil"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 06:21:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lilac</em></div><br>Lilac sighed and shook her head.<br><br>"It's not my fault that my name is weird."<br><br>She actually didn't mind her name, though, as Lilacs were her favorite flower. She loved the scent, and actually found a way to keep that as her permanent perfume. Either way, she laughed as the marshmallow flew by Phil and landed in Jason's mouth. She made a mock shocked face as he said he didn't like chocolate.<br><br>"That's just inhuman, Jason."<br><br>Winking at him, she gave the bag of marshmallows back to Phil and leaned back, watching the flames lick at the cool night air. Honestly, she figured she'd had enough of people for the night...and she'd only been here about 10 minutes. Standing up, she turned to the boys and put her hands on her hips.<br><br>"I think I'm going to take a walk, as this camp fire is just too crowded."<br><br>Phil knew she didn't like crowds.<br><br>"Unless one of you guys wants to come, then I'll see you later."<br><br>She turned to leave and began walking away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 06:37:25</strong>
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				Phil raised his eyebrow at her abrupt departure. He turned to see his best friend ogling his sister as she started to walk away. Phil had known about Jason's thing for Lila, deciding to be a good sport Phil patted Jason on the shoulder. " Go on, go after her " he muttered<br><br>Jason looked at Phil. Nodding swiftly he took off after Lilac, once he had caught up with her he rubbed the back of his neck? " you dont mind if I tag along do you Lila ". Gods he hoped she didnt mind was was talking to her difficult&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 06:57:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lilac</em></div><br>She turned when Jason ran after her, and slowed down. She almost considered saying no, but she was trying to get over that anti-social part of her personality.<br><br>"No, come on. But it's not going to be anything exciting, I'm just wanting to get some fresh air."<br><br>She smiled and continued to walk toward the more wilderness areas of the camp with Jason in tow. As they passed by the camp fire, she saw a few girls give her jealous looks, but she simply rolled her eyes and ignored them. Honestly, she didn't see what the big deal was about Aphrodite's children. Yes, they were good looking and charming...but once you guarded yourself (which Lilac did all the time anyway), it wasn't so bad. Turning to him, she spoke.<br><br>"So...how have you been?"<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>Rose had eaten all the chocolate and marshmallows that she wanted, and took a deep breath.<br><br>"It was nice to meet you Lexi, and Abigale, I suppose I'll see you tonight. I'm going to go and try to get patched up."<br><br>She smiled and stood, stretching a bit...knowing that the blatant show of her body was going to send out signals.<br><br>"Damn it..."<br><br>She immediately stopped and sighed before giving the girls one last wave and exiting the group of demi-gods. She had seen a boy with a limp enter the area, but he had seemed rather distant and upset, so she didn't want to bother him. However, as she passed, she sent him a kind smile. From there, she simply began walking back toward the cabins area.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 07:35:03</strong>
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				He shrugged slightly " Alright ... Life in L.A is pretty nice, the weather is good, hell even my job is entertaining." Jason smiled and looked up at the starts " whats even more fun is everyone at the Coffee house doing a double take when they see me behind the counter." He chuckled " One girl ordered a double espresso and asked for my autograph, when I signed it Jason Troy she started apologizing".&nbsp; <br>It never got old for him, every time he was mistaken for someone else, well it was just plain fun. <br><br>" so how have you been Lila ?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 07:46:36</strong>
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				Harold continued to stare into the fire; every now and then he thought he could see a face staring back at him.&nbsp; A rough, craggy face; one that could definitely not be confused with being handsome.&nbsp; It almost seemed as if the face was staring back at him before it would disappear.&nbsp; Just a trick of the light messing with his exhausted mind; that's what he convinced himself it was.<br><br>As he took another sip of his coke, a movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention, and when he looked up, he watched as a girl walked through the campfire area.&nbsp; No, not a girl.&nbsp; Calling the vision that passed by a girl would be like calling the ocean a puddle, or the Sahara desert a child's sandbox.&nbsp; And when she turned to look at him, graced him with a smile, he found himself pushing himself to his feet.&nbsp; His goblet slipped out of his hand to fall onto the grass, forgotten as he began to follow her.&nbsp; He couldn't explain it, but he wanted to learn her name, and find out everything there was to know about her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 07:54:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lilac</em></div><br>Lila smiled at him and chuckled at his story. Aphrodite's children could change their appearance at will, so it wasn't surprising that he often could be mistaken for someone else. At his question, she spoke evenly.<br><br>"I was on a quest for my mother in Russia. It took a while, but I'm glad to be back."<br><br>She looked up and smiled at the stars, finally feeling more at peace once she was away from the people. They neared a little patch of trees with a couple of large rocks, and she looked to Jason.<br><br>"I think I'm going to sit here for a while, but you're welcome to join me."<br><br>She sat on one of the large rocks and then leaned back against a tree as she idly made a few daisies grow beside her.<br><br><hr><br><br><div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>Rose had begun to head toward the cabins when she heard footsteps behind her. Turning around, she saw the boy with the limp following her, and she smiled at him before realizing he had <em>that</em> look on his face. He was very attractive, and of course she was all for flirting and such, but he must not be used to the children of Aphrodite. Sighing kindly, she found a tree and leaned against it as he caught up. <br><br>"Hi. I'm Rosetta...or Rose. What's your name?"<br><br>She didn't want to embarrass him, so she'd take it slow. However, she realized that she might not mind a little romance with this guy. He was very easy on the eyes, and the leg didn't bother her at all. In fact, somehow that made him sexier. Smiling at him, she tilted her head and idly played with a red curl as she leaned back. Her eyes met his and she didn't really work as hard as she should have to control her powers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 08:04:53</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3596982#msg3596982">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 07-09-2010, 07:43:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><em>Lilac</em></div><br>Lila smiled at him and chuckled at his story. Aphrodite's children could change their appearance at will, so it wasn't surprising that he often could be mistaken for someone else. At his question, she spoke evenly.<br><br>"I was on a quest for my mother in Russia. It took a while, but I'm glad to be back."<br><br>She looked up and smiled at the stars, finally feeling more at peace once she was away from the people. They neared a little patch of trees with a couple of large rocks, and she looked to Jason.<br><br>"I think I'm going to sit here for a while, but you're welcome to join me."<br><br>She sat on one of the large rocks and then leaned back against a tree as she idly made a few daisies grow beside her.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He looked at the rocks, then back at her. Jason grinned " I cant think of anywhere else id rather be " <br>He sat down beside her, since he knew Lilac could control herself he lessened his focus on restraining his powers. He figured it would be nice to hear about her Quest, he had never been to Russia before. Jason was curious as to what it was like " Ive never been to Russia before, is it really covered in snow ?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 08:13:02</strong>
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				As the vision of beauty turned around, catching him following her, Harold found himself flushing in embarrassment, and slowed his pace, not wanting to appear to be rushing to her.&nbsp; Stopping in front of her, he couldn't stop his gaze from sweeping over her now that he could get a better look at her.&nbsp; While he was no giant of a man, he still felt like he could easily pick up her petite form.&nbsp; As she introduced herself, his eyes flicked back up to her face, and he returned her smile.<br><br>"I'm Harold...Harold Ostman..."&nbsp; After giving her his name, Harold found himself standing there, looking down at her, trying to think of something to say.&nbsp; He had chased after her, and now here he was, standing there silent as a rock.&nbsp; Sure, he was no ladies' man, and had only had one real girlfriend before, but he was never tongue-tied around the opposite sex before.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking around, he glanced up at the night sky, the stars glittering down at them.&nbsp; "So um...nice night huh?"&nbsp; Inwardly, he was cursing himself.&nbsp; He wanted to walk past her, and slam his head into the tree for making such an idiotic comment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 08:19:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lilac</em></div><br>She smiled at his statement and chuckled softly.<br><br>"Do you teach you corny pick-up lines in the Aphrodite cabin?"<br><br>She winked and leaned back a bit further, trying to relax. However, she felt the difference the moment that he let his powers go unrestrained. Sitting up a bit straighter, she frowned as she fought the desire to go to him and kiss him and...<br><br>She shook her head. No! She was experienced at this, so there was no reason to be nervous. She pasted on a rather fake smile, but sighed and looked away from him.<br><br>"Not all the time, but during the winter, yes...it's rather snowy. However, the climate depends on where you are in the country. It's a huge country. Anyway, I loved it. It was beautiful, and rural, and the culture is amazing. The village I lived in was close to the mountains, and I could have honestly stayed there forever if I didn't want to just help them and then get out of there...to keep them safe."<br><br>Exhaling, she looked back to him.<br><br>"I'm glad to hear you're doing well, though."<br><br>Reaching down, she picked one of the daisies and twirled it in her fingers.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>Rose smiled as he seemed to be lost. He looked a bit surprised and nervous, and she felt bad that he didn't know why he was interested in her. Sighing, she still wanted to flirt, although she decided to tell him the truth. Moving over to him, she sashayed slowly and then raised a hand to his chest looking up and speaking softly.<br><br>"Yes, it is, but don't be nervous. This isn't your fault."<br><br>Still, her own hormones were getting in the way, and she cocked her head as her voice turned more smooth.<br><br>"I'm a daughter of Aphrodite, so you were really only drawn by the magic."<br><br>Leaning up, she moved her hand to his arm and smiled.<br><br>"Still, you're very attractive, and I don't mind in the least...although I'm sorry that I accidentally pulled you from the camp fire."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 08:25:45</strong>
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				Lexi laughed softly “It is obvious and don’t worry I really don’t like our ‘mother’ even though she did save me. Hell she only claimed me cause a guy tried to drive me and him off a cliff to prove that I should date him” She shuddered at the thought before sighing softly “I hope you get claimed soon, I would like to get to know you more and have someone with a brain to talk to unlike them” She glanced over her shoulder at the rest of Aphrodites children.<br><br>Lexi then nodded as Rosetta left and she smiled at Abigale “It was nice to meet you.” She then left the camp area feeling tired.&nbsp; She ran her fingers through her hair and yawned heading back to the cabin as she wiped her eyes before Phil came into her mind and she blushed before shaking her head smiling to herself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 08:34:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/Photo9873.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Ryu runs out of battery, looks up for the first time and finds himself at the bonfire..for a brief moment</em></div><br>Ryu had taken the news of being a demigod with a near emotionless nod of his head, his father had taken him out of the academy and sent him over seas as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. He was a demigod, his mother was some god he recalled hearing about in ancient literature class. His father saw to it that his education was nothing but the best and the son truly had excelled at it. The one thing he could not change was his addiction to video games and electronics. The man could not chastise his son, he excelled in what he did so if he was a little shy socially, then it was something that had to be addressed later. With a final good bye, they parted ways and Ryu found himself at Camp Halfblood. Everything he saw he took without a second glance, gods, demigods, mythical beings everything was coming up on his ipad. The stylus rolled over the information he had downloaded earlier, glad he did as he lost all reception as soon as he entered the barrier of the camp. <br><br>Finding himself bored with the game he uploaded a battle simulator he had designed himself and began creating new challenges to take on. He could spend hours on that tablet, mastering battle formations and tactics or he would have if the battery hadn't run out. It was past dinner, he found himself sitting on some log in front of a fire. His eyes looked up as his tablet when black and finally powered down. A frown crossed his face, his eyes looking around for the first time since his arrival hours ago when he recalled the extra battery pack he had kept on him. Switching the power sources back in, he stood and found a better seat to avoid the glare from the chaotic flames. The Japan native moved away, drawn to the pixels then the opportunity to be part of a myth, things other people (mortals) dreamed about. He would have plenty of time to find who his mother was, the battery would only last fifty-five minutes on his current settings! <br><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Vincent is tired!</em></div><br>The day had taken its toll on him, he could feel the weight on his eyelids. In the time he had returned to the fire he had mingled with a few people, waved and flirted a few times back and forth. Finally at his limit he found Abigale and leaned in to whisper in her ear since it the conversations going back and forth had created lots of noise in the area. <br><strong>"Hey Abby, I am gonna hit the hay...I am worn out as hell. Good night." </strong><br>With a final wave and a smile he walked off towards the cabin but recalled that it was overcrowded and he did not have a bed. Looking around he caught a glimpse of the stables and figured he could make a good bed out of fresh hay... (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80976.0)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 08:35:34</strong>
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				Harold found himself swallowing a lump in his throat as she moved to him, his eyes following her hips as they swayed.&nbsp; And when she touched him, placed her palm against his chest, it was like an electric current ran through his body, a shiver running down his spine.&nbsp; He blinked when she mentioned that this wasn't his fault, that it was her powers that attracted him to her.&nbsp; "Aphrodite?"&nbsp; He thought back to what he knew about Greek mythology.&nbsp; "She's the goddess of beauty, right?&nbsp; So you're doing this to me, making me feel like this?"<br><br>He blushed again when she mentioned that he was attractive, and his eyes flicked down to his leg.&nbsp; It was one of the reasons why he had only had one serious girlfriend so far.&nbsp; Most of the girls he had asked out, been interested in, couldn't look past the brace wrapped around his leg, or the mass of scars that covered his skin.&nbsp; <br><br>Reaching up, he closed his own hand around hers, feeling how small it was compared to his.&nbsp; "It's alright, it's not like I was doing anything important."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 08:56:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>The young redhead was relieved when he didn't push her away, and she had to admit that being back in her element...the element of romance (and she knows that's not an element, but it's the idea...just humor her)...made her more comfortable. At his question about Aphrodite, she nodded.<br><br>"Beauty...love...sex. That's her domain."<br><br>She saw his eye flick down to his leg, and she looked up at him genuinely, wanting to assure him that it wasn't a big deal. However, she figured it might offend him to mention it out loud, so she simply worked on distracting him...and distracting her. She still had a few cuts and bruises, but her ethereal beauty took the attention away from the left over wounds. As he put his hand over hers, she smiled and moved a little closer. So apparently she was turning into a whore... This boy was innocent, and she was just wrapping her net around him without a care. And yet, he knew about her powers...so she couldn't feel <em>too</em> guilty. She still felt bad, though. Sighing, she intertwined her fingers with his and leaned up to kiss his cheek. He seemed rather troubled.<br><br>"Just relax. I'm sure whatever is troubling you will get better."<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 09:17:36</strong>
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				Love.&nbsp; This definitely wasn't love, not real love, and yet Harold felt no urge to push her away.&nbsp; Sex.&nbsp; He wasn't a stranger to that, though he wasn't a master of it either.&nbsp; He'd had sex twice before; both times with his ex-girlfriend.&nbsp; And even though he knew it was her powers causing it, the thought of being so intimate with the beauty before him sent a tingle down his spine.<br><br>When she leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek, he felt a warmth spread through his body, muscles that he didn't even know had been tense slowly relaxing.&nbsp; He thought about what had happened today so far, and what would be happening in the next few days.&nbsp; All of it seemed so distant at the moment.&nbsp; As he looked her over again, he noticed that she had seemed to be in some kind of mess herself.&nbsp; His free hand moved up to her face, fingers trembling slightly as they cupped her cheek.&nbsp; "My troubles are nothing.&nbsp; But what about you?&nbsp; You look like you've seen your own share of trouble."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 09:29:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta...with Harold.</em></div><br>She felt him slowly relax, and this pleased her greatly. Smiling, she squeezed his hand gently and then felt him raise his hand to her cheek. She automatically leaned into the tender touch, and her bright blue eyes searched him. He didn't tell her what was bothering him, but she could sense it was not 'nothing.' Still, she figured it might make him feel better to learn about her little misfortune, so she blushed and spoke.<br><br>"Let's just say that exploring in the forest isn't a good idea. There are some nasty creatures in there, and I don't always have the best sense of direction."<br><br>That was an understatement...<br><br>"I was trying to find the lake, but instead I found some giant metallic birds and some massive ants."<br><br>Shrugging, she smiled.<br><br>"But I was rescued by a son of Hades...even though I don't think he wanted to help."<br><br>As she finished her short story, she turned her face and placed a kiss on his palm. <br><br>"I'm sorry. It's hard for men to resist the daughters of Aphrodite, but once we have romance on the brain, the children of Aphrodite find it hard to resist others as well."<br><br>Her tongue came out gently to taste his skin, but then she blushed and stopped kissing. She was becoming a strumpet, and she didn't like it. Still, Harold seemed nice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 09:54:21</strong>
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				When she leaned into his touch, he wished his skin wasn't so rough and calloused.&nbsp; But that's what came from working on cars and in a scrapyard from the time he could walk.&nbsp; He was always working on things, building them, taking them apart.&nbsp; Listening to her talk, his brows lifted.&nbsp; It seemed there was a lot more to this place than he first thought.&nbsp; <br><br>"Wow, seems like you had quite the time. It makes me think my time here hasn't been so bad.&nbsp; Pretty much the first person I ran into here, I ended up calling a bitch not once, but twice, which is something I normally don't do.&nbsp; But she really pissed me off, insinuating that one of my parents had been unfaithful."<br><br>"And then, later on, I managed to piss off one of her 'brothers', and get into a fight with him, though it was short and one-sided.&nbsp; Chiron managed to break it up, but he still challenged me to a duel, even after I apologized for my earlier actions.&nbsp; So in two days, I get to take part in a duel, and I'm probably going to lose."<br><br>A soft moan slipped out as she kissed his palm.&nbsp; "It's alright.&nbsp; It's not like you're making me do anything bad, or against my will.&nbsp; And I feel honored you're interested enough in me to show me attention."&nbsp; When she licked him, he had to bite his lip to hold back the groan that threatened to escape, and he found himself leaning in closer to her.&nbsp; "Though I have to warn you, if you keep it up, I may start to act in ways unbefitting of a gentleman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 10:05:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>Rose preferred the calloused and rough hands to the soft smooth hands of the "heartthrobs." Therefore, she didn't mind Harold's skin. She listened to his tale with interest, although she did tense a bit when he said he called a girl a bitch. That didn't settle too well with her, but she didn't know both sides. At his reasoning, though, she looked up with kind eyes.<br><br>"She probably just assumed. See, the reason we're all here is because one of our parents is a god, and the other one is mortal. I don't know who your god parent is, but if you're in the camp, you have to be half divine. I'm not trying to insinuate that your parents don't love each other, but it might have been something that happened briefly before you were born. I don't know your story, but just be open to the fact that sometimes our parents tell us things to protect us and keep us happy. Undoubtedly that's why you don't know why you're here. Many kids here aren't lucky enough to have two loving parents raise them, so be glad of that. And there's always more to a story than usually is given credit for, so it might not have been either of your parents being 'unfaithful,' but just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm sure you'll find out the truth, just be prepared to re-think some things...and try not to call people names around here, as you don't know what might happen."<br><br>She said this all kindly, and never talked down to him...but she hoped she could make him see. It was probably Ares' cabin that he got in a fight with, but she was sure the camp would help him prepare. At his return to talking about the two of them, she smiled and shivered at his words.<br><br>"Oh? And what way would that be?"<br><br>If this went any further, they'd have to find a more suitable place...but for now, it was just heavy flirting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 10:17:03</strong>
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				Harold nodded at her words.&nbsp; "I know she wasn't trying to intentionally be mean, or get me worked up, but I had just arrived, had no idea what was going on.&nbsp; So I let my mouth get the better of me.&nbsp; But like I said, I already apologized.&nbsp; And to be honest, I couldn't care less about who my divine parent might be.&nbsp; As far as I'm concerned, I've got two loving parents at home, who, even though they sent me here without a word of explanation, I love with all I've got.&nbsp; And whoever the god or goddess might be, the way I see it, they owe my parents for eighteen years of child support."<br><br>As she asked her question, he found himself leaning in even closer, inches from her face.&nbsp; His hand moved from his chest to rest on her hip, stroking it slowly, lightly.&nbsp; "Oh, I might find myself taking liberties with you.&nbsp; Kissing you, touching you in ways a gentleman shouldn't touch a lady he just met."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 10:22:11</strong>
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				<br><br><div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>Just as she could have predicted, his touch enflamed her easily triggered lust. Moaning softly, she nodded at his serious answer and tried to reply.<br><br>"I feel the same way about my mother."<br><br>As soon as she spoke that, she groaned and leaned up to take the dive and kiss his lips softly. Her eyes closed and she held the back of his neck as they embraced. She didn't add tongue, but she did realize they should move somewhere else just in case. Pulling away, she whispered against his lips. <br><br>"Would you like to find a place more...private?"<br><br>She kissed his jaw and decided that at this camp, control was going to be hard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 10:32:56</strong>
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				Any response he had died on his lips as she kissed him.&nbsp; A groan slipped out, vibrated against her lips.&nbsp; He couldn't help himself, his tongue dipping out and briefly swiping over her lips, letting him taste her.&nbsp; Harold found her kiss addictive, wanted more.&nbsp; He wanted nothing more than to push her up against the tree and deepen the kiss as his hands explored her body.<br><br>He was disappointed when she pulled away, worried she would realize this was a mistake and send him away.&nbsp; Instead, when she asked if she wanted to find someplace private, his mouth went dry.&nbsp; Deep in his mind, warning bells went off, telling him he should say no, that going further would be a mistake.&nbsp; Instead, he leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead, and smiled.&nbsp; "I'd like nothing more than to do that, if it's what you really want."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 10:36:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>She also heard the warning bells, but she ignored them quickly. Lust rose quick and hard in the children of the love goddess, and she was getting more turned on by the minute. Kissing him back, deepening it slightly, she was panting when she broke away.<br><br>"I've heard there are some nice open spaces in the strawberry fields...would you like to go there?"<br><br>She kissed him again, this time with more urgency as her hands wrapped around his body. Moving more insistently against him, she moved closer and pressed her body to his. She might regret this later, but for now...she wanted nothing more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 10:43:23</strong>
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				Licking his lips to wet them, his hand began to travel up and down her side, fingers caressing her through her clothes, finding them a hindrance.&nbsp; His smile widened as she mentioned the fields.&nbsp; "That sounds just fine to me, if it means privacy."<br><br>As she kissed him again, pressed herself against him, he began to lightly nip at her lips, capturing her bottom lip between his teeth, suckling.&nbsp; His hands slid around, wandering over her back before moving lower, cupping and squeezing her rear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 10:45:33</strong>
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				<div align="center">Rosetta and Harold are heading to the strawberry fields... (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80975.0)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 14:33:55</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3597070#msg3597070">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 07-09-2010, 08:19:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><em>Lilac</em></div><br>She smiled at his statement and chuckled softly.<br><br>"Do you teach you corny pick-up lines in the Aphrodite cabin?"<br><br>She winked and leaned back a bit further, trying to relax. However, she felt the difference the moment that he let his powers go unrestrained. Sitting up a bit straighter, she frowned as she fought the desire to go to him and kiss him and...<br><br>She shook her head. No! She was experienced at this, so there was no reason to be nervous. She pasted on a rather fake smile, but sighed and looked away from him.<br><br>"Not all the time, but during the winter, yes...it's rather snowy. However, the climate depends on where you are in the country. It's a huge country. Anyway, I loved it. It was beautiful, and rural, and the culture is amazing. The village I lived in was close to the mountains, and I could have honestly stayed there forever if I didn't want to just help them and then get out of there...to keep them safe."<br><br>Exhaling, she looked back to him.<br><br>"I'm glad to hear you're doing well, though."<br><br>Reaching down, she picked one of the daisies and twirled it in her fingers.<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jason blinked she liked small villages, it must have been because she was a child of Demeter and the whole being close with Nature thing. It was something Jason hardly understood, while he didn't like the hustle and bustle of New York City and any major downtown area, he loved thee urban lifestyle, the burbs were his home. " Sounds like Interesting place, I don't know if I could cut it in a small town" he said inching his hand closer to hers.<br>&nbsp;" I mean I like a little Privacy, its been my experience that if you live in a small town everyone wants to know your business." Jason sighed and looked over at flowers she was playing with " Because lets face it most people are nosey, at least when your good looking".<br>He frowned slightly " thats been my experience anyway, I'd be surprised if you didn't have the same issues " Jason looked at her " I was ranting wasn't I "<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 17:41:19</strong>
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				<br>Rushing toward the intended direction of food, Libby stopped mid run. Her bright eyes widened at seeing Riley with a plate for her, precariously balancing it over a fire pit. She shook her head and called out to him. Her feet started moving again toward her half brother. She wasn't sure if he was was teasing her or trying to teach her a lesson. Either way it made her stomach curl and tighten as the hunger pains kicked in.<br><br><strong>"Pllllllllease!!!"</strong><br><br>It would serve her right for being late and for falling asleep for that matter. She really needed to learn time management a little better when it came to her studying and food consumption. Picking up her pace she closed the distance between herself and Riley. She tilted her head up to her older brother and bit at her lower lip slightly. She waited to see if he would indeed dump the only source of food for her into the fires or if he would take pity on her and allow her at least a nibble from the scraps of what was dinner for everyone else. Scraps, this was degrading enough. She was a demi-god for the love of Zeus! She was the daughter of Athena! She inadvertently took on her "hero" pose and then blinked a few times and looked back at Riley again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 17:55:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr><br>Sarah had settled herself down near the bonfire. She wasn't interested in s'mores right now. Today had not gone at all like she'd planned. Sarah felt silly for having expected this place to be good for her. She kind of wanted to leave. She could do well on her own. It wasn't like she needed more training. She'd been fighting since she was little, she didn't see anything the old centaur could teach her. And she certainly wasn't looking forward to seeing Harold around or her brother. Right now she just wanted to be alone.<br><br>For now, she just sat staring at the fire. She didn't really notice her brother coming by, but she did notice Harold sitting only a moment before limping off after some pretty redhead. Neither he or her brother were bloody or beaten, so she assumed Chiron had managed to stop the fight. Guys never chased after her like that and she knew why. The last boyfriend she'd had broke up with her because he was too much of a man to have a girl that was stronger than him. Most guys broke up with her because of that. They didn't like being shown up by a girl. It was kind of embarrassing, but she'd only been with a guy intimately once. Most guys never hung around long enough to get to that point with her.<br><br>Sarah found it a little odd that people seemed to pair up so quickly around here. She guessed it was probably due to the stress levels. Many of them had been chased in here by monsters and the comfort of another body was probably very welcoming. Also, many of them knew each other. It was probably very emotional to see each other again.<br><br>She saw an Asian looking boy playing what looked like a video game and sighed. She didn't understand how people could want to play those things. It was nothing compared to a real battle.<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>Abigale didn't speak much as the two daughters of Aphrodite talked. She knew that it was sometimes difficult for siblings to interact when one was claimed and the other wasn't. Fights broke out over it sometimes, but she doubted daughters of Aphrodite would fight with fists over anything.<br><br>Thankfully, nothing seemed to happen. Rosetta and Lexi both excused themselves and she leaned back against her seat a little as she looked at the fire. Today hadn't been so bad. <br><br>Without thinking, she pulled out Vincent's iPod and shoved the earbuds into her ears and turned it on. She saw Vincent coming towards her and she pulled one of the buds out as he leaned in to whisper to her, "Okay. Sleep well," she figured he was heading to the cabin to find a bed or a cot. Curfew was coming up and most of the kids would be heading to bed soon. Those that didn't would find out that Mr. D wasn't joking about letting the harpies eat them, "I'll see you in the morning."<br><br>Abigale crossed her legs in front of her and lounged back on the ground, feeling the warmth of the fire and listening to Vincent's playlist. After about a half hour of this she climbed up and headed back to her cabin. Several of the younger kids and ones that had come in injured were already in their beds. Either sleeping or trying to figure things out in their heads. <br><br>What Abigale didn't see was Vincent. All the kids in here were too short to be Vincent. He was going to sleep and she figured he'd of been in here by now. Sighing, she walked to her closet room and tossed his things onto her bed, having completely forgotten that they weren't her's, before heading back out and looking around for where he might be.<br><br>She checked the usual places for kids to hide out, but he wasn't in any of those...Finally she eyed the stables. Surely he wouldn't go in there so close to lights out. Sighing, she decided to check anyways. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80976.msg3598344#msg3598344)<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Nigel</em></div><hr><br>At first he didn't notice the small touches going on between his cousin and his sister. Nigel just crawled back onto the stone edge of the fountain and looked out past the two of them to the water. Clint's voice caught his attention and he noticed just how close those two were standing. All he could do was roll his eyes, "I'm...going to bed..." he hopped off the fountain and made sure to zip up his pants before walking off, "Try not to get eaten by the harpies," he waved over his shoulder before getting out of their eye sight. <br><br>With nothing better to do, he headed to their cabin and laid out on the porch like front of it. He could will himself completely dry, but he enjoyed air drying after a swim. If anyone needed him, it wasn't like he'd be that hard to find.<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Mr. D</em></div><hr><br>The young God was busy with his own thoughts. Too much so to care about the campers around him. He couldn't wait for the day when he could leave this place. He hated heroes.<br><br>The only thing that caught his attention was a new image in his head. One that wasn't even relatively close to anything he'd been thinking about. It was one of Chiron and himself. Normally the centaur went around with a shirt on, but nothing else. Finding pants for a centaur wasn't easy. But in this image neither of them had even a shirt on. Mr. D had seen male centaurs aroused before and it was not a sight he'd ever wished to see again. But, very clearly, in his mind he saw Chiron excited. Himself just as hard and wanting. The two of them kissing feverishly.<br><br>The image came so suddenly that he jumped and fell out of his lawn chair. Jumping up, he glared at a few of the campers that were eyeing him with confusion. He knew it was a prayer sent to him and he knew, again, that it was someone in the camp. He doubted Chiron would be doing such a thing, even as a joke, so he was positive that it was a camper. <br><br>Grumbling in annoyance, he stormed back towards the Big House to get away from the campers. He felt that if he put enough distance between himself and who ever was doing this, then the images would stop. But they seemed to only increase as he got closer to the Big House. Mr. D didn't understand why anyone would think of him like that, "...immature brats..." he snapped to himself as he yanked open the fridge and pulled out a Diet Coke. <br><br>The wine god walked over to a window and looked out over the dark hills that lead to the borders of the camp. He didn't even notice that there was a camper outside the back of the house even though Desmond wasn't too far from the window he was standing it. Lack of wine for fifty years had dulled his senses a bit. It was like Poseidon not being allowed to touch water for a few decades. It made there senses weak to not do what their powers allowed them to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 18:28:34</strong>
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				Lexi sat in Aphrodite’s cabin sighing softly herself. She took her clothes off then made some shortshorts, a tanktop and some heels appear on her, she smirked as the tanktop exposed her lower back and bellybutton to the world. She walked out humming softly to herself while the dragon moved around on her body leaving a pleasant feeling going around her body. Once she came back to the bonfire she sat next to Sarah as a boy offered her a s’more and she turned her head at it while the boy sighed. She glanced at him and shook her head muttering “I hate my powers” just as the dragon moved up her body before its head and front legs rested on her right cheek and the bottom half was down her neck. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 18:38:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr><br>The daughter of Ares had been debating going back to her cabin and getting some sleep when Lexi came over. She eyed the blond girl for a moment before the boy came over and offered her a s'more. Sarah almost scoffed and got up to leave. She didn't need to be in the middle of a loving moment between some jerk and a daughter of Aphrodite. She knew they should of got along since their parents had been fooling around for at least two thousand years, if not longer. <br><br>But, thankfully, the girl dismissed the guy and belittle her powers, "You shouldn't. You have the ability to make men do anything you want them to. At least you could if you trained your powers. Look at Marilyn Monroe. Men loved her and would likely do anything to make her happy. You could have men bowing at your feet 24/7," Sarah shrugged a little, unsure of why someone like Lexi would hate her powers. Sarah would of loved to been able to get people to do what she wanted. Hell, she'd just like for a guy to kiss her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 18:43:54</strong>
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				Lexi looked up at Sarah “Sure that does sound like fun but it’s annoying when you get guys following you around. Also if you find somebody you like you don’t know if they like you or their doing it because of my powers.” She sighed then smiled “Oh I forgot to introduce myself” She giggled and smiled at Sarah “My names Lexi” the dragon then moved off Lexi’s cheek to around her neck before she bit her bottom lip “Your umm god I can’t think... The daughter of Ares! That’s it I'm sorry but I can't remember your name” She blushed a little.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 18:51:31</strong>
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				<br><div align="center"><em>Lilac with Jason somewhere off the main campground, by a small group of trees...</em></div><br>She smiled.<br><br>"I still prefer the country, but small villages are better than the city to me."<br><br>She rolled her eyes at his statement about being good-looking. Yes, it was arrogant, but the children of Aphrodite <em>were</em> very attractive. It was something they had to deal with all the time...although she wasn't crazy about him talking about it. Still, she chuckled and tried to keep it light.<br><br>"Hmm...arrogance, anyone?"<br><br>She winked and threw a daisy at him before growing a tulip and twirling it between her fingers.<br><br>"And no, I don't have that problem that I know of. I mean, I don't think I'm ugly, but I'm no child of Aphrodite."<br><br>Smiling, Lilac leaned back against the trunk and stared at the tulip.<br><br>"Ranting is fine. I prefer it to me having to talk."
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 19:09:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Ryu "falls" for the daughters of Ares and Aphrodite </em></div><br>With a glance at his watch and the effects of jet lagging wanting to pull him to bed, despite not submitting to them until night time for obvious reasons he had had enough. It did not help that his recent simulation in his war game felt impossible to beat. Getting up he noticed his legs had fallen asleep on him which caused him to clumsily stumble around like a moron which made his cheeks flush with embarrassment before tripping over a stuck out foot (most likely one of the meat heads of Ares). He heard the laughter before he was about to fall onto his precious tablet computer, tucking himself into a ball to roll and recover before sweeping his leg out and landing with more grace then anyone should have gave him credit for. His eyes looked up at the laughing jerks for a moment before he realized he was in front of two girls he had just interrupted from their conversation. <br><br>Standing up properly he dusted himself off, dropping the tablet to his side before he bowed before them.<br>"Shitsurei shimashita...."<br>He looked up at them from his lowered gaze.<br>"Sorry."<br>Still a little flush from embarrassment he walked away towards the cabin he had claimed a bed earlier that day. Once he was in the cabin he moved his belongings into a combination briefcase and hid it in a locked chest he had his belongings in. Now that he was alone he was able to get in a shower and brush his teeth before slipping into bed and dozing off. I
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 19:27:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr><br>"Yeah. I'm a daughter of Ares. Sarah Moret," she hadn't really talked to any girls since she'd got here. Even if she had the strange urge to punch Lexi, it was kind of nice to have another female to talk with, "Why does it matter if they like you for you or for your powers? Your powers are who you are. You're a daughter of the goddess of love. You're meant to show people what love is and prove to them that women are powerful. I'd kill for a guy to fall over me like that..."<br><br>Sarah didn't mean literally, but at the sound of her brothers laughing near by, she looked up in time to see Ryu falling in front of them. She'd seen him playing a video game or something moment earlier. He apologized and walked off quickly. All she could really do was smirk and look at Lexi, "You work fast," she joked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 19:43:53</strong>
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				“Mmm I suppose and its nice to meet you Sarah” Lexi then giggled softly as Ryu tripped over and she looked at Sarah “I don’t think he fell for me, he was definately falling for you” She smiled knowing her powers made other girls hate and she was surprised that Sarah hadn’t of tried to hit her yet. She then sighed “Oh and I’m sorry if my powers are making you feel like hitting me.” She looked up before smiling “I’m glad we’ve been able to speak without me getting yelled at, threatened or hit by another girl” She ran her fingers through her hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 19:47:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Sometime after dinner, Zachari headed back to his cabin alone.</em></div><br><br>Dinner had not been his favorite thing in the world, considering he didn't really like Mexican food.&nbsp; Or rather his stomach never liked it, so not eating very much was a great way to save him from a bad three day stomach ache.&nbsp; Being by himself always made him feel better, considering that he has always felt that he was a little more different than the others.&nbsp; Discovering his powers before puberty, taking his first quest at only eleven and know slaying a two thousand year old dragon with the help of only his two brothers.&nbsp; Even though he felt that his powers were far more advanced than his own, he knew that Clint, though Zach hated to admit it, Clint was in the same category or at least it was coming to be so.<br><br>Zach watched the cabin come into view, <em>Home.</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;He thought to himself.&nbsp; The outside of the cabin looked like a mausoleum, heavy columns held the front portion of the roof in place. The bronze double doors stood strong in the door way.&nbsp; Zach let out a sigh and slowly walked up the stairs, <strong>"Home at last, now I hope to get some well earned sleep for the night.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 20:07:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr><br>"I doubt it. Men run away from me, not to me. More so if they know who my dad is. Would you want to be the guy caught screwing the God of War's daughter?" Sarah smirked, "Though even when they don't know that, they tend to be scared off. I'm not exactly a sweetheart or very girlie," she had a nice, fit, tight body, but that was about the only thing that told people she was a girl.<br><br>"I might be new here, but I'm not new to fighting and things like that. I might want to punch you, but I know well enough to know that it's not your fault or anything you did. Plus, our parents have been screwing around with each other for a long time, I'm sure I've got nothing to worry about from you. It's not like my dad is going to get angry at me for talking to you, not when he's got his face shoved between your mom's legs," Sarah shrugged. She wasn't the most polite. Saying things like that was natural for her, "And if I really wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't just punch you in the face. I'd probably back hand you and kick you in the head," again, she wasn't one for being kind with her words. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 20:36:27</strong>
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				“I suppose but if they run from you because your Ares daughter then that’s just mean. They should like you for being you and not being his daughter” Lexi shrugged before giggling “Hell if I was a guy I’d be all over you”<br><br>Lexi then nodded “I can fight but I need training, I can use my fists and sword but that’s it” She shrugged before starting to laugh as she heard Sarah talk about their parents “That’s true. I wonder if shes with your dad right now or her husband? Probably Ares” She then glanced at Sarah “Ah ok, remind to never make you angry and if I do to run as fast as I can” She smiled.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 20:51:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Aaron</em></div><br>"Smores?" Aaron asked as his mouth was still partially full of beef and pineapple. "I'm totally in!" continued the unclaimed youth as he licked his lips, being sure to get as many bun seeds and sauce as he could. "Lets go like right now." He liked smores....hopefully there would be some kind of chocolate fountain at some point. He could still remember filling up a plastic cup with pure liquid chocolate from a chocolate fountain.....one was never enough. He had barfed something special that night! If anywhere would have such a treat, this place would be it! <br><br>Getting up from his table the plucky young youth reached for his sisters arm, if there was smores he wanted to get there fast! <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 20:59:04</strong>
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				Chloe smiled, watching the movements of his eyes. She barely gave a 'mmm-hmm' to Nigel as he left. She felt a little bad for not waving or something, but it wasn't really in her nature, and with Clint's hand on her leg, her mind was focused more in front of her, than toward Nigel.<br><br>She moved forward a bit more, swinging one leg over the edge of the fountain, to straddle the fountain's edge.<br><br>"Yeah, a long time," said Chloe, "met any nice Nymphs on your travels?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 21:06:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr><br>Sarah didn't really want to talk about whether it was nice or not for a guy to not like her because of who her father was. She'd met a half-blood boy once before and they got pretty hot and heavy while in a cave, but he backed off when he realized who her dad was. She hadn't even tried to talk with him about it. She just punched him in the face and stormed off. The guy she did end up losing her virginity to had been a mortal and she barely even knew him. They'd just met and screwed around. Sarah hadn't even bothered trying to be friends with him or starting up a relationship. Just fuck and go.<br><br>"Probably with my dad or some mortal guy. I know her and her husband have at least one kid together, but I don't think your mom goes near him very much. The way I understand it, she was kind of forced into the marriage," Sarah shrugged, "You know, making time for guys is just stupid. I'm here to train and then fight for my father out in the world, not screw around with some boys," she didn't say it, but that was kind of Aphrodite's kids job, "I don't need a guy to make me feel better about myself anyway. I've met two guys here so far and one is my jerk off brother that seems to think it's his job to take care of me and the other is a lame legged jerk. If that's how the guys here are, then I want nothing to do with them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 21:26:58</strong>
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				Lexi kept looking at Sarah then nodded “Ok, and why don’t you show your brother that you can look after yourself? I mean if you can do that then he would know not to step into your fights besides family looks after family so he’ll stick up for you. As for that other kid I don’t even know who he is so I can’t say anything” She shrugged then got up taking one of the roses out her hair. She then weaved it in between Sarah’s hair “There, it suits you better than me” Lexi smiled softly “Goodnight Sarah.” She then walked back off towards Aphrodite’s cabin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 21:56:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Sometime after dinner, Cecilia follows Zach...</em></div><br>Dinner had been a long drawn out affair, and after Clint had left for his 'alone' time, Cecilia had gotten lost in her own thoughts.&nbsp; Subconsciously she had sat down across from her brother, which had placed Zachari squarely in her sights.&nbsp; The pair had danced around each other.&nbsp; While she respected him as a warrior, she tended to loathe him more so.&nbsp; Her lips twitched as he held court with his brothers.&nbsp; The trio had gone on a quest to retrieve the eye of centuries old dragon to prove them sons of Zeus.&nbsp; With spectacular ease they had returned, holding the basketball sized eye turned gem aloft.&nbsp; <br><br>Zach moved with purpose ahead of her, and she watched his backside.&nbsp; Cecilia was never sure what had drawn them together, but she watched him look at the cabin of Zeus.&nbsp; Her gaze drifted over it as well, and she stepped forward. <strong>"Zach... I am glad you and your brothers were able to complete your quest."</strong>&nbsp; She stood at the bottom of the stairs, not sure whether to ascend up them or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 22:18:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr><br>Sarah nodded a little as the other said good night. She touched the flower a little before leaning forward on her knees. It was getting late and she probably should of gone to bed, but she didn't want to. She wasn't sure what she wanted right now, but sleeping wasn't it. Maybe she could sneak into the forest and see what all the fuss was about and why it was so dangerous for them to go into.<br><br>Bored, she got up and headed to her cabin to collect her spear and a small dagger before heading towards the dark cluster of trees. She looked over her shoulder to make sure no one saw her before slipping into the tree line. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81189.msg3599632#msg3599632)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 22:56:06</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3598704#msg3598704">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 07-09-2010, 18:51:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><em>Lilac with Jason somewhere off the main campground, by a small group of trees...</em></div><br>She smiled.<br><br>"I still prefer the country, but small villages are better than the city to me."<br><br>She rolled her eyes at his statement about being good-looking. Yes, it was arrogant, but the children of Aphrodite <em>were</em> very attractive. It was something they had to deal with all the time...although she wasn't crazy about him talking about it. Still, she chuckled and tried to keep it light.<br><br>"Hmm...arrogance, anyone?"<br><br>She winked and threw a daisy at him before growing a tulip and twirling it between her fingers.<br><br>"And no, I don't have that problem that I know of. I mean, I don't think I'm ugly, but I'm no child of Aphrodite."<br><br>Smiling, Lilac leaned back against the trunk and stared at the tulip.<br><br>"Ranting is fine. I prefer it to me having to talk."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jason chuckled " Im not arrogant" he said moving his hand over hers. " Im not Vain like most of my siblings, Im good looking and im fully in control of my aura". Jason grinned as he focused down his charm " Im not anymore attractive than you are" he thought about what he had just said " Er... I mean that as a compliment". <br>Jason was out of his element, nature plus the girl he felt awkward around, it was so very very odd. " Lila whats your favorite book ?" she didnt like to talk but hell he didnt like to say quiet for long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 23:23:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Dani</span></span></div><br><hr><br>Smiling at her brother, she allowed herself to be pulled in the direction of the fire.&nbsp; As much as she liked chocolate, she knew her brother liked it even more.&nbsp; Looking at him, she was relieved to see that she had made the right decision in coming to camp.&nbsp; If she had refused, she would have missed out on seeing her brothers happy face.&nbsp; <br><br>She spent a few moment looking around, before plopping down on one of the free logs, and pointed in the direction of the s'more necessities.<br><br>"Why don't you go and get what we need."&nbsp; She wasn't really being lazy, as much as she was eying a few people who where sitting across from her.&nbsp; They had a few features that she noticed in Aaron, and even herself if she thought about it.&nbsp; Shaking it off, she decided that although it was weird, she wouldn't really think too much about it.&nbsp; After all, after everything David had told them, she should have expected to see some people who looked like her, these people where her half brothers and sisters after all.&nbsp; Shivering slightly she held her hands out to the fire to warm up.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Desmond</span></span></div><br><hr><br>Desmond felt his muscles clench tightly as pleasure zapped from his groin to the tips of his toes and fingers.&nbsp; Groaning his head came back and hit the wall behind him.&nbsp; Cursing, but too enthralled in his own pleasure to stop, he worked faster, speeding up the jerky movement of his hands.&nbsp; His breath came out faster, speeding up with the beat of his heart.&nbsp; His free hand came up and lifted the material of his shirt, his long fingers pinching at his already hard nipples.&nbsp; <br><br>The moan that threatened to escape his throat was swallowed down, as the light suddenly flooded out of a nearby window.&nbsp; Wondering who if could be, he imagined it was one Mr. D, naked, leaning back against a cold counter, his straining erection gripped in his own hands.&nbsp; Slapping a hand over his mouth to cover his sounds he squeezed his eyes shut and prayed, prayed to Mr. D to let him cum, although he was aware it was a useless prayer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 23:49:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Clint and Chloe's PDA at the fountain </em></div><hr><br>He was not purposely rude to Nigel, but he appreciated that he departed and left Chloe and him alone. Following her every movement he suppressed a wicked thought of putting her in a similar position. How own legs straddled the edge of the fountain, not caring if one of his legs was soaked up to his knee later. His hands moved forward as he scooted closer to her until their torso stood an inch or two shy of one another, enough for him to feel the cool tips of her breasts brush against his body. <br>"I would not call them nice...nymphs in the underworld are a little different from those on the surface. I did pick up a few pointers down there...from them...a thing or two." <br>His hands slid along her thighs to her knees, scooping them and bending them around his waist as if he planned to wear her legs like a belt. They were dangerously close to one another, the wicked smirk spread along the corner of his lips before he ran his hands up her back as he leaned in to press his lips into hers. The aggressive movement of his tongue pushed past her soft lips, his eyes closed&nbsp; and a groan at the taste of the kiss rumbled in his throat. His fingers gripped at her shoulder blades, pulling her body into his before his lips broke free from hers only to bury his mouth into the corner of her neck to nip at the skin. If she did nothing to stop him, he would not. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 23:57:02</strong>
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				As Harold walked back into the campsite with Rose, he stopped just shy of the cabins, pushing her up against a tree and kissing her.&nbsp; His tongue caressed her lips before pushing between them, probing and exploring her mouth.&nbsp; His hands moved to her hips, stroking them before dipping under her shirt to caress her skin.&nbsp; He wanted to tease her, to get her worked up and give her something to remember before they walked back into camp.<br><br>Breaking away from her lips, he kissed down to her neck, and he thought about biting down, marking her.
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 00:17:34</strong>
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				<em><strong>Riley &amp; Libby – As the Food Falls</strong></em><br><br>Riley smiled as she rushed the fire pit. He was unsure about whether she realized how many campers she had bowled over, and thought using food as inspiration later on would help her some. With a chuckle at her ridiculous pose, he handed her the plate “Please stop. I like anime as much as the next guy, but our mother didn’t send us armored suits…though I wouldn’t complain if she did…wow…anyway, come over here. I want you to talk to a camper I met today. Nice girl, but shy. I don’t think she’s one of ours though…and strangely, I don’t think she gave me her name.” He shrugged and walked off towards the table he left.<br><br>If there was one person he could think of that matched the new/been here level, it would be Libby. He thought it best to have her relate some of her experiences with the new girl. He was wasted in that area, since he was already a bit jaded about the whole experience. All the same, he found it strategically sound to make as many people as possible feel welcome. The more they knew, the longer they lived. The longer they lived, the better they were on a whole. No matter which cabin you were in, if you couldn’t get that idea down, you might as well be monster food in Riley’s opinion.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 00:41:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta...with Harold, just getting back from the Strawberry Fields.</em></div><br>Rose gasped in genuine surprise as Harold pushed her up against a tree and kissed her passionately. Chuckling, she returned it with equal ferocity and groaned as he touched her skin beneath her shirt. Breathing hard again, she let her head fall back as he kissed down her neck, and her lust rose again. Growling, she wanted to push him away...but she couldn't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 00:49:32</strong>
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				Lexi was heading back to the cabin before she stopped and looked up at it. Sure it was nice but it wasn’t like home and it was lonely there. Hell most of her other brothers and sisters were probably off in the strawberry fields, the forest or the stables. She sighed before looking at the floor sadly then walking inside never having made an offering to her mother and she vowed silently she never would either. Lexi lay on the bed on her stomach, she hugged her pillow tightly as her thoughts drifted to Phil and she smiled to herself before sighing&nbsp; pink dust came out her mouth and wondered out the cabin towards Phil with the intent of seducing him as her eyes closed for her to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 01:05:18</strong>
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				Deciding that a hickey wouldn't hurt, Harold gently bit down onto Rose's neck, sucking firmly.&nbsp; As he sucked, the tip of his tongue lashed out against her skin, and he slid a knee between her thighs, pressing it against her firmly.&nbsp; His hands wandered over her torso, exploring and caressing her skin.<br><br>After a minute of sucking on her neck, he pulled away,&nbsp; smiling at the dark red spot left on her skin.&nbsp; "Just consider that a reminder of tonight's..activities.&nbsp; And hopefully an incentive to come back for more."&nbsp; Pulling back, sliding his hands out from under her shirt, he made sure her clothes and hair were straight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 01:19:29</strong>
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				Chloe didn't pull away, immediately, letting him move on to nipping at her neck before she moved. She shifted up and forward coming to sit directly in his lap, hold his head in both hands and pushing far enough that she could look at him.<br><br>"Clearly, you did," she said, "but I'm not pursuing this...on my father's fountain, or in the middle of camp. I can't fault you enthusiasm though."<br><br>She dismounted, him and the fountain, with some amount of grace, moving to collect her clothes. She turned to blow him a kiss before turning toward her cabin, walking off in the same direction Nigel had gone, though she didn't really want to catch up to him.<br><br>She turned back after a dozen steps calling back to Clint.<br><br>"Go jump in a lake!" She laughed and got up to a run, heading off toward her cabin. She wondered if Clint would get the hint, but she didn't really care either way. She'd wanted a swim, so really, if he got it, or not, it was a win/win for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 01:42:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>She gasped as he bit down onto her smooth and pale neck, suckling and licking along the sure to be love-bite. She knew that she could cover it up with her natural make-up later, but for now...she liked being marked. Biting her bottom lip, Rose tried to calm herself even as she ground against his leg. When he pulled away, she blushed as he seemed to be talking about the hickey. She was sure it would be a reminder. <br><br>"Although I doubt I'd forget, I appreciate the reminder. And I don't need any incentive...I can't wait."<br><br>Grinning, she pecked his lips and then began walking toward the cabins.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 01:53:15</strong>
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				Smiling, he moved to follow, walking beside her.&nbsp; He needed to get back to the bonfire and collect his bag.&nbsp; Hopefully someone hasn't decided to take it and look through it.&nbsp; Looking around, he wondered which cabin he'd be staying in.&nbsp; "So, no one's told me where I'm going to be staying.&nbsp; It looks like the cabins are all..themed, I guess, for a particular God or Goddess.&nbsp; So I'm guessing that we're staying in the cabin dedicated to our divine parent?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 03:40:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>If you were told to jump in a lake would you do it? I would! </em></div><hr><br><em>Should have seen what I have done in my father's domain...</em><br>Clint's thoughts never manifested into words, knowing well that would open conversation that did not need to be discussed especially if he had already "sealed" the deal. He enjoyed the sight of Chloe bending over, biting the corner of his lip as he did. <br>"If you are going to leave me like this...I am going to have to." <br>Waiting for her to be out of sight he looked over at his soaked leg and show and sighed deeply. Clearly he did not plan that out as well as he should have. Unmounting the fountain, he walked towards the lake for a evening swim... (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80976.0)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 03:49:10</strong>
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				<br><div align="center"><em>Lilac with Jason</em></div><br>She thought about arguing with him, as she knew that all of Aphrodite's children were vain, but she didn't. After all, he wasn't as bad as some, and it wasn't his fault. When he touched her hand, though, she tensed. His magic entered her bloodstream and she had to fight the urge to lean over and kiss him. However, she managed to, and she swallowed while blushing.<br><br>"Once I learned to get over my dyslexia for the most part, I started reading everything I could get my hands on. I love so many, but two of my favorites would be the Odyssey and the Iliad...in the Greek, of course."<br><br>She tried to ignore the tingles that his love magic caused to go up her arm, and slowly calmed her breathing. <br><br>"What about you?"<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Rosetta with Harold</em></div><br>She looked to him and then realized that he was unclaimed and unknowing of his parent anyway. Taking his hand, she pointed to the Hermes cabin and smiled.<br><br>"Then you'll be staying with me. All the unclaimed stay in the Hermes cabin...as well as Hermes' children, obviously. So until we find out who your parent is and try to get you claimed, you'll be staying in Hermes. It might not be the prettiest one to look at, but the people are nice...and it's quite full. You won't get lonely."<br><br>She blushed and smiled, raising a hand absently to the love bite he'd just given her. The thought of spending the night with Harold was a nice one, but she knew that there should be no hanky-panky in the cabins.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 03:59:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Mr. D &amp; Chiron</em></div><hr><br>The camp director drank down his coke, but suddenly coughed and spurt some out onto the window sill. He choked on the bubbly liquid. Who ever had been fantasizing about him all night was doing it again, not even ten minutes after the last one. The god knew the only way he could see these images were because the person wanted him to. They might not of known that they were praying to him, but they were and Mr. D was not very happy with it. Probably some teenaged girl that was new to the camp and was swooning over the idea of a God.<br><br>The image was of himself in this very room and touching himself. At least he was thankful that it didn't involve Chiron this time. Girls always went a little 'centaur crazy' the first few weeks. Silly mortal emotions and ideas. Now he knew it wasn't some new girl. It was someone that knew the inside of this building, at least the basics of it. How dare an older camper think that way of him?! They knew that even thinking about praying to a God usually allowed the prayer to go through. That didn't mean it would be acted on, but the God or Goddess would hear it, or in this case see it, if the feeling behind it was powerful enough.<br><br>Whoever it was was wanting something. They wanted pleasure and release, "Just cum already," he snapped and crushed the Diet Coke can in his first before throwing it at the trash can.<br><br>"Now that's not something you hear everyday walking into a kitchen," Chiron trotted in and picked up the can as it landed on the floor, "I figured that you of all people would know that it's bad to litter."<br><br>"Don't start with me, Hay Breath," he snapped, "Some camper is screwing with me," outside the window, very close to Desmond, Mr. D's anger caused a few vines to sprout from the ground and creep up the side of the building and into the window.<br><br>"Oh?" the centaur swatted away a few of the vines that had started across the floor.<br><br>"At the dinner someone put a wine soaked flower into the fire and sent a prayer to me to...to...it wasn't respectful," he leaned against the counter, "Then they did it a second time at the bonfire," only he left out that Chiron had been involved in the visions as well, "And now again a moment ago. They want me to allow them to release."<br><br>Chiron perked an eyebrow, "Release?"<br><br>"Don't pretend you don't know what it means, Centaur."<br><br>"Then just grant them the request and be done with it," Chiron shrugged, "I don't see what the big deal is."<br><br>"I don't need <em>children</em> fancying me and I did grant it, didn't you hear me tell them to just get it over with?" he crossed his arms over his chest, "I'm going to bed," he stormed out of the room, neither of them aware that Desmond was just outside the window. It seemed so silly that two men as old and experienced as them would miss something like that, but it was the first day of camp and they were both tired.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 04:06:40</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3599534#msg3599534">Quote from: The Golden Touch on 07-09-2010, 21:56:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><em>Sometime after dinner, Cecilia follows Zach...</em></div><br>Dinner had been a long drawn out affair, and after Clint had left for his 'alone' time, Cecilia had gotten lost in her own thoughts.&nbsp; Subconsciously she had sat down across from her brother, which had placed Zachari squarely in her sights.&nbsp; The pair had danced around each other.&nbsp; While she respected him as a warrior, she tended to loathe him more so.&nbsp; Her lips twitched as he held court with his brothers.&nbsp; The trio had gone on a quest to retrieve the eye of centuries old dragon to prove them sons of Zeus.&nbsp; With spectacular ease they had returned, holding the basketball sized eye turned gem aloft.&nbsp; <br><br>Zach moved with purpose ahead of her, and she watched his backside.&nbsp; Cecilia was never sure what had drawn them together, but she watched him look at the cabin of Zeus.&nbsp; Her gaze drifted over it as well, and she stepped forward. <strong>"Zach... I am glad you and your brothers were able to complete your quest."</strong>&nbsp; She stood at the bottom of the stairs, not sure whether to ascend up them or not.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Zach turned around, the light voice catching his attention.&nbsp; Now, Zach and Cecilia were first cousins do to there Godly fathers and thus making the relationship they had awkward.&nbsp; Zeus and Hades have hated each other from the time Zeus took his place as King of the Gods and gave Hades the left overs.&nbsp; On one hand they had their parents despise for one another but on the other they had their human side, the side which made them lust after one another.&nbsp; Dealing with Cecilia was difficult as well, she wasn't someone accustomed to hearing the word 'no'.<br><br><strong>"Good evening Cecilia, and as am I.&nbsp; For a while I feared that my brothers were not going to be able to pull their weight for this quest.... But I've been proven wrong."</strong>&nbsp; He said to her with a soft smile.&nbsp; His eyes surveyed the surroundings, looking for signs of Clint or magic from the underworld.&nbsp; Zach wasn't sure if his first night back would be a good time to bed her, along with the fact that two new additions would be joining him and Des.&nbsp; <strong>"I am surprised to not see you and Clint together."</strong>&nbsp; He said and stepped down from the porch, <strong>What has it been since you last saw him, two years I believe.</strong>&nbsp; He said to her as he placed his hands in the pockets of his jeans.&nbsp; Zach's eyes wandered up and down Cecilia before locking back with her eyes, a small grins slid across his scruffy face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 04:13:13</strong>
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				Looking down at her hand as it slid into his own, he smiled and looked over.&nbsp; Indeed, the cabin did look a bit run down, but if it was responsible for housing the numerous unclaimed campers, as well as Hermes' own, then he could understand.<br><br>Turning back to her, he smiled, relishing the knowledge that they'd be in the same cabin, at least for now.&nbsp; "Well, at least I know I'll have at least one lovely roommate.&nbsp; Though, it'd be bad if there weren't any open beds left.&nbsp; We'd have to share one."&nbsp; Grinning, he watched as he reached up to touch the love bite he left on her, and held her hand as he walked over to the bonfire to collect his bag.&nbsp; If she wanted to let go, she'd let go
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 04:27:28</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><em>Lilac with Jason</em></div><br>She thought about arguing with him, as she knew that all of Aphrodite's children were vain, but she didn't. After all, he wasn't as bad as some, and it wasn't his fault. When he touched her hand, though, she tensed. His magic entered her bloodstream and she had to fight the urge to lean over and kiss him. However, she managed to, and she swallowed while blushing.<br><br>"Once I learned to get over my dyslexia for the most part, I started reading everything I could get my hands on. I love so many, but two of my favorites would be the Odyssey and the Iliad...in the Greek, of course."<br><br>She tried to ignore the tingles that his love magic caused to go up her arm, and slowly calmed her breathing. <br><br>"What about you?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>Jason was pleasantly surprised by her choice, Homer had been a good read. The Mortal had been touched by the Muses and wrote his epics, Jason loved to read about his brother and the ancient city from which he got his name. " As a Child my father would read me the Illiad in Latin, not Greek" he smiled as he recalled his father sitting by his bedside reading to him in his favorite langue.<br><br>&nbsp;"I love the old classics but right at this very moment an interesting mortal woman named&nbsp; Sherrilyn Kenyon writes my favorite books. " he chuckled lightly and squeezed her hand lightly " In the Dark-Hunter series she touches so closely on our world but has played around with somethings made the 'Mythology' her own, Im half tempted to send Artimis a copy of Acheron"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 19:52:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent returns to Herme's cabin with a sleeping Abigale in his arms</em> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80976.0)</div><hr><br>The walk back from the stables to the cabin only seemed longer with the dozing Abigale in his arms. Up the hills and walks ways had his muscles finally aching considering he had been asleep when he was woken up. His body was on the verge of collapse as he stepped into the cabin. A few were still awake and he only gave them a nod of a greeting before looking for her bunk but found most were claimed. It was not until he saw a door and with the help of someone to open it that he found her small cell of a room, at least it was private. Pulling her sheets away he laid her down and pulled the shoes off of her knowing no one truly slept if they had their shoes on. <br><br>When he stepped out he realized there was no place for him to sleep, causing him to look back at Abigale's private area with a second look. Would she mind having a bed mate? Deciding to go for it, he opened the door once more and closed it behind him. His boots were kicked off and he only removed his shirt, even if he was used to sleeping in nothing but his boxers. Sliding into bed behind her he tried to turn his back but instead he found himself picking up where they had left off but in a different position. His arms wrapped around her body and his head shared a pillow with her, before he knew it, he was deep asleep.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 20:05:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta with Harold</em></div><br>She chuckled at his implication, and shook her head.<br><br>"I highly doubt Abigale, our cabin leader and daughter of Hermes, would stand for that kind of stuff."<br><br>Chuckling, leaned up and kissed his lips again, seemingly unable to get enough.<br><br>"Although that's a very tempting offer. In fact, if there's nowhere to sleep, I suppose sharing a bed with me might be the only option you have...as long as we can control ourselves."<br><br>With a wink, she allowed him to keep her hand in his, and then walked off toward the bonfire, seeing his bag and realizing why they were heading that way. Once they reached it, Rose bent down and picked it up and handed it to him. Then she turned back toward the cabins, and smiled.<br><br>"I'm beyond ready for a good night's sleep. Want to head to the cabin now?"<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Lilac with Jason</em></div><br>Lilac smiled as Jason seemed to actually be enjoying the conversation. She was impressed at his mention of Latin, and mentally noted the name of the mortal author he spoke of.<br><br>"I'll have to check her out. I like seeing the way different people interpret our world."<br><br>When he squeezed her hand, she had to fight the urge to remove it. Whether he meant to or not, his powers were hard to ignore, and Lilac didn't want to do something she'd regret. Swallowing, she smiled.<br><br>"There seem to be a lot of unclaimed this year, and at least one of them looks like she belongs in your cabin. A fellow redhead."<br><br>She was trying to make conversation, which was odd for her, but it was better than fleeing...which is what she automatically yearned to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 21:30:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>By the time they reached the Hermes' Cabin, Abigale was pretty much out cold. The first day back was always a long one and always wore people out. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her, not thinking much about it. Her head nestled against his chest as they went into the cabin. No doubt her siblings would tease her about this in the morning. After that accidental make out with someone that turned out to be her brother, they were always quick to tease her when she showed any sign of liking someone that was being housed in their cabin.<br><br>Her eyes fluttered open for a moment as she felt herself being laid down and her slightly muddy shoes being taken off. Abigale settled into her bed and curled up on her side. She didn't even feel the bed move as he slid into the bed with her. As she slept, she relaxed herself against him, turning over in his arms and nuzzling her head into his neck.<br><br>Abigale, unused to sleeping with someone else in her bed, woke up early and stretched out with a yawn. Turning over she found herself face to face with him and jumped, "Vincent!" she stood up quickly on her bed and fell back down. The old bed creaked under the force her falling back on it, "Ow..." she groaned and sat up to rub her lower back, "What're you doing in here? We didn't...umm...you know...did we?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 23:02:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.daemonstv.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/ryan_kwanten1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Vincent with Abigale...the morning after </em></div><hr><br>Vincent was not an early riser even when he was home, the sudden movement and commotion had him groaning in annoyance at the noise. His yes began to knock him from his slumber by clenching tight with every intention of ignoring Abigale so early and whatever she was talking about. The creaking bed needed oil and to have the frame tightened, he would take care of that later after breakfast. The lack of warmth from the bed mate had him feeling around for her, finding her thigh far away he opened his eyes slowly at long last. <br>"What are you...ohhh no look..."<br><br>Peeling the sheets back he showed her that he was fully clothed from the waist down, his eyes moved to hers for a moment before he shook his head to confirm. <br>"You all right...come back to bed, it is is early..."<br>A hand slid out from under the sheets to pull her into him. Vincent was not even ready to leave the comforts of the bed, his own body stretched out long to hear the cricks in his back go off before he sighed lazily and looked at her with a "look" he hoped would work. Perhaps he was a son of Aphrodite, if she accepted then he could put her as a candidate for parental suspects. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 23:11:34</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3604026#msg3604026">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 08-09-2010, 20:05:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><em>Rosetta with Harold</em></div><br><div align="center"><em>Lilac with Jason</em></div><br>Lilac smiled as Jason seemed to actually be enjoying the conversation. She was impressed at his mention of Latin, and mentally noted the name of the mortal author he spoke of.<br><br>"I'll have to check her out. I like seeing the way different people interpret our world."<br><br>When he squeezed her hand, she had to fight the urge to remove it. Whether he meant to or not, his powers were hard to ignore, and Lilac didn't want to do something she'd regret. Swallowing, she smiled.<br><br>"There seem to be a lot of unclaimed this year, and at least one of them looks like she belongs in your cabin. A fellow redhead."<br><br>She was trying to make conversation, which was odd for her, but it was better than fleeing...which is what she automatically yearned to do.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jason removed his hand and rubbed his chin as if deep in thought. " ah yes her, well " he trailed off fighting the urge to reach out and kiss her. she was Phil's closest sibling, there were certain things he felt he couldn't do with her, intentional use of his Aura was not an option. If the primordial god Eros willed it they would be together, naked in each others arms. ' idiot' he thought as he felt a stirring in his pants. <br><br>" I believe we have some additions to cabin number nine as well" Jason chuckled as he recalled Stu's confrontation with Harold earlier in the dinning pavilion. " Like farther like son " his light chuckling filled the air " I predict one of my sisters will come between the new kid and Stu Goldberg."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 23:49:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>Abigale knew she should get up and see if any of the new comers to Hermes' cabin needed her help. A quick look out the small window of her room told her it was barely sunrise. Just a little light poking through the mist, probably around five in the morning. The only person she could think of that would be up right now are people that didn't sleep and Chiron, who would be doing laps around the camp as he usually did. She didn't think the younger kids would be up yet. <br><br>She looked down at him and blushed. It didn't cross her mind at the moment that he might be a son of Aphrodite and it was just his charm powers working away at her, "...okay...not too long though. I have things I'm supposed to do," she laid out next to him, turning her back to him and scooting up against his chest. Abigale snuggled into the curve of his body. Both of them smelled a bit like hay, but she didn't mind. The stables were one of her favorite places.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 02:21:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent </em></div><hr><br>"Ohh yea, what is a normal morning for you? Does it involve a shower? Because I can be convinced into taking one." <br>A low chuckle was made against her back as his hands moved around her body once more, holding her close as he did the night before. One of his legs pushes between hers, curling and weaving them closely together. A hand began to roam along her torso slowly, obvious that he had no intention of falling asleep again. Deciding to finally go for it, his lips pressed into the back of her neck at the nape with a kiss. His mouth puckering into that area for another kiss as he slowly worked his way around her neck looking to get closer to the side of her face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 02:56:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>"I usually have archery lessons in the morning, but yes, I do shower before breakfast...but so does nearly every girl in the camp. Even the boy's side gets filled up with girls in the morning. We might be demigods and swinging swords at each other, but we're still girls. Not that I think the showers being filled with naked girls would stop you..." Abigale smirked a little, but it faded when she felt his fingers moving up the front of her shirt. He tangled their legs together, making her blush. Her body tensed up a little and she took in a deep breath.<br><br>Vincent's lips moved along her neck and she swallowed hard. She couldn't deny that he had good lips. They were soft and warm, and obviously talented. Her usual fear that he was an unclaimed and might be her brother started to take hold. She didn't want to get close to him only to find out that he was her brother, but it really did feel good. Abigale's face flushed almost as red as her hair as her fears melted away as he got closer to her lips, "I thought you wanted to get some more sleep?" she smiled softly as she turned her head towards him, pressing her lips lightly against his.<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr><br>Sarah slipped into her the cabin that housed her siblings and walked silently over to her bed. Once there, she removed the bed sheet and wrapped the rusted sword up in it. After slipping it under her bed, she crawled into the blankets, not caring that she was covered in mud and blood. It was easy to fall asleep after a good fight. The creature's words echoed in her head till she passed out. It wanted to be killed. It had been clumsy and asked her for death. Sarah refused to believe a child of Ares would really ask for death like that. It was very unwarrior like. Still, it had the sword...<br><br>Rolling over, she shoved her head under the pillow to forget about it and fall asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 03:32:15</strong>
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				"Hmm, maybe if I gave her my puppy dog eyes, she'd cave in.&nbsp; No one, not even my own mom, can resist my puppy dog eyes." Smirking, he returned the kiss eagerly.&nbsp; He felt like he was really starting to like Rose.&nbsp; Not necessarily in an intimate, sexual way, but if being at this camp for the summer, or longer, meant he'd get to spend time with her, talking or whatever, he didn't think it'd be so bad.<br><br>Taking his bag from her and slinging it onto his shoulder, he smiled and hooked his arm around hers.&nbsp; "A good night's sleep sounds like exactly what I need." Turning, he started to walk to the cabin with her, going so far as to stop and bow exaggeratedly at the doorway.&nbsp; "Ladies first." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 04:19:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Desmond</span></span></div><br><hr><br>There was only so much Desmond could take, but the moment he heard both Mr.D and Chiron's voices through the window, he lost all control.&nbsp; Groaning hard into his hand he came all over his hand and looked around, hoping no one had seen him.&nbsp; It was embarrassing enough, without either of his crush's hearing him and finding him out here with his own cum smeared all over his hand.&nbsp; Peeling his tight shirt over his head he wiped off his hand and and cock, and balled the fabric into a ball.&nbsp; <br><br>He chuckled lightly to himself, hearing the councilors conversation only made the idea of seducing them both cement itself into his head.&nbsp; While his breath came out in deep breaths, he shakily pulled out one last cigarette of the night and lit up.&nbsp; He really did need some perspective.&nbsp; Out side of camp was really lonely, he kept to himself, his family too far away, and he purposely didn't make too many friends.&nbsp; If he got attacked, as sometimes happened, he didn't want to be responsible for anyone's death.&nbsp; So his main source of company came in the form of lovers and random conquest's.&nbsp; At camp he had his siblings, when they managed to come to camp.&nbsp; But even than, he still mainly hung out with those he was trying to fuck.&nbsp; Now, he was finding that his attention was split between family and men he really shouldn't go after.&nbsp; Hell one was even married, not that he hadn't had his fair share of married men before.&nbsp; Maybe what he really needed was to fuck more men his own age.&nbsp; but still...there was nothing like a good chase, and the camp councilors where admittedly a really good hunt.<br><br>Deciding that he was done smoking, he put out his cigarette and flicked it away.&nbsp; While he stood, he heard the last of the guy's conversation and a grin lit up his face.&nbsp; He liked them both in different ways.&nbsp; Chiron, because of his kindness, he was smart, and he was a good teacher.&nbsp; Desmond definitely had a thing for his horse side to, he really didn't have any idea on how he would manage to fuck or be fucked by him, but he was sure it would be a fun time learning.&nbsp; And Mr. D, now that was a man he wanted to coax into a good time.&nbsp; He could imagine him being rough, and not worried about hurting him, something that Desmond really did crave.&nbsp; Most men would use him yes, but he could imagine Mr. D pounding his ass, without apologizing for being rough.&nbsp; The fact that he hated him on principle alone, for being a son of Zeus, was just icing on top of the cake.&nbsp; Chuckling he ran a hand over his face and started to walk away from the big house.&nbsp; It had been a long day, and sleep could prove to be a good thing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 06:18:10</strong>
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				The pair locked gazes, and Cecilia smiled- not wanting to look away from him as he descended the stairs to the path.&nbsp; While they respected each other as fighters, they sometimes loathed the sight of each other.&nbsp; Probably had to do with their God parents, Zeus and Hades.&nbsp; Like Hades after Zeus had tricked him into taking the Underworld for his to rule, Cecilia and her twin both had twinges of utter hatred for their cousin.&nbsp; Awkward as it may be, Zach drew her in.&nbsp; Tucking her fingers into her pockets, she silently assessed him.&nbsp; He looked worn, tired to the bone from his travels.&nbsp; His brothers were lucky to have one such as him at their backs.<br><br><strong>"Clint is off having 'alone' time,"</strong> Cecilia said, lifting her fingers to make air quotes as she said alone.&nbsp; Where her brother was, she had a vague idea... But she tried not think about it.&nbsp; The link they had strengthened the closer they were together, and she did not want to emotion-drop on him.&nbsp; The last time she had done that had been awkward enough for her, though she refused to let him live it down. <strong>"He disappeared for two years without a word, but I am glad he's back.&nbsp; Both of you really,"</strong> She murmured.&nbsp; <strong>"I should let you get to bed, Zachari.&nbsp; I'll see you in the morning?"</strong> Cecilia asked, lifting one of her hands to finger the braid that dangled over her shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 08:37:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent and Abigale in her "room". </em></div><hr><br>Was she blushing? He was not able to enjoy the sight long as her lips connected with hers, the first kiss was light and painfully chaste despite wanting more.<br>"No...I just wanted you back in bed with me..." <br>In truth, he did want to sleep again but like hell he would pick that over a little early morning make out and spooning. The words were whispered into her lips before pressing in for another kiss, taking it slow before his tongue pressed against her lips. The hand at her shirt slid up slowly, giving her chest a quick passing by grope before he cupped her cheek and held the kiss a little longer. The teasing of his tongue came to an end against her lips as he ended the kiss with a peck that trailed against her cheek. His face buried itself into the back of her neck before he sighed with a content breath of air. The hand at her cheek slid down once more, lingering at her chest which he used to cup one of her breasts in the palm of his rough hands. <br>"I'm gonna need a cold shower after your kind of wake up call, Abigale."<br>He cracked his first joke of the day into the back of her neck, parting his lips to give her a playful nip before his hands retreated around her and went still at last. Back in his comfort zone he actually began to doze off, holding her tightly to him to prevent her from getting away for the second time that morning. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 21:28:58</strong>
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				<br><div align="center"><em>Lilac with Jason...heading to bed.</em></div><br>Lila shrugged and chuckled.<br><br>"It's possible. I suppose daughters of Aphrodite have that happen often...especially with sons of Ares."<br><br>She smiled and was glad when he let go of her hand...even though she could still feel the pull. Looking around, she saw that most were making their way to the cabins and heading to bed. Yawning, she smiled at Jason and then stood.<br><br>"I think I'm going to go ahead and go to bed. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow."<br><br>And with that, she headed off to the Demeter cabin. Walking in, she found her bed...by Phil's...and changed into her pajamas before slipping beneath the covers and falling asleep.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Rosetta with Harold...heading to bed.</em></div><br>Rose returned the kiss and then smiled as she entered the cabin. Most people were already asleep, and the only bunk left open was hers...luckily no one had stolen it. Turning to Harold, she sighed.<br><br>"It does look like it's the only one available."<br><br>Looking around, she saw that most of the younger kids were further away from her bunk, so after debating for a few minutes, she shrugged.<br><br>"If we get in trouble, then so be it...but it's the bottom bunk, and if you sleep on the inside with me on the outside...then people shouldn't notice that we're spooning."<br><br>She blushed and whispered the words before offering him the bunk first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 21:47:34</strong>
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				Looking around as he entered the bunk, noticing that there was indeed only one bunk left, he smiled.&nbsp; "If you don't want to risk getting into trouble, I can always sleep on the floor.&nbsp; I wouldn't mind, I've done it before, staying at friends' houses.&nbsp; I'd hate to get you in trouble.&nbsp; Then again, since it is the only bunk left, they can't really fault either of us for sharing."&nbsp; <br><br>Moving over to sit on her bunk, he pulled off his shoes, tucking them under the bunk.&nbsp; Reaching into his bag, he found a pair of pajama pants, then tucked his bag under the bunk as well.&nbsp; Unbuckling his brace, setting it on the floor, he shimmied out of his jeans and kicked them under the bunk.&nbsp; He didn't feel self-conscious, letting her see him pantsless.&nbsp; After all, not too long ago, she had seen him naked.&nbsp; After tugging his pajama pants on, he scooted over in in the bunk, making room for her to lay down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 21:51:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta...in the Hermes cabin.</em></div><br>She smiled.<br><br>"If I get in trouble, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it."<br><br>Slipping beneath the covers, she scooted up right next to him and curled into his chest. Covering them both up, she made sure they were as close to the wall as possible, so it would be very hard to see anything except for Rose's back. When she was firmly pressed against him, she couldn't resist rubbing her palm up and down his chest as well as kissing his neck.<br><br>"Goodnight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 21:57:21</strong>
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				Wrapping an arm around her, his fingers winding through her hair and brushing over the back of her neck, a shiver ran down his spine as she kissed his neck.&nbsp; Smiling, he turned and kissed her forehead.&nbsp; "Goodnight."&nbsp; It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, even with her hand and lips teasing him, his exhaustion from the day's activities overpowering him.<br><br>He awoke the next morning to Rose's fiery locks, and for a moment he was confused about where he was.&nbsp; Then, everything from yesterday came back to him, a smile on his face as he remembered falling asleep next to her.&nbsp; Noticing that she was still asleep, he reached up and slowly brushed a finger over her cheek, and along her jawline.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 22:02:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Nigel</em></div><hr><br>The sounds of the camp started to dull as the night went on. It was getting late and everyone would be settling in some sleep. Part of him knew he should go in and get some rest, but the other part of him was utterly restless. He wanted to go jump back in the water and do some more laps. Or maybe head into the strawberry fields and snag a few berries to eat. Instead he decided to just lay there and keep listening to the sounds of people heading to their cabins.<br><br>Nigel thought he might of heard his sister and Clint run by at one point. He felt a little bit like a hypocrite about it all. He spent a lot of time thinking about romance. After all, life wasn't all about fighting monsters. He was a son of the Big Three and that automatically made his life difficult, but that didn't mean he had to drop everything in his life. He really did want some one to lay with from time to time as more than just a quick screw.<br><br>Sighing, he climbed up to his feet and gave a small wave to his cousin, Desmond, "Good to see you survived another year," he smiled and stretched, "Night," he yawned as he headed back into his cabin. The bunks were decorated with sea shells and the whole place smelled like the ocean. He really loved it. It was almost as nice his home on the beach. Crawling into bed, he passed out pretty quickly.<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Abigale &amp; Chiron</em></div><hr><br>The kissing was a nice way to wake up. Much better than most ways, "Really now?" she smirked against his lips as he said he just wanted to get her back into bed. A small moan rumbled in her throat as she felt his tongue. If it turned out that he was her brother, she was going to swear herself to the Goddess Artemis and never touch a man again, though she was sure the virgin huntress would never take a girl that was already deflowered.<br><br>Abigale took a deep breath as his hands found her chest. As soft as his lips were, his hands were extremely rough feeling. She figured that was from all the car work he said he did, "Pervert," she muttered lightly as he said he would need a cold shower. Abigale ran one of her hands on his hip. It was an awkward position with her head turned like it was, but it felt good, "Maybe we could go take a dip in the lake or the sound later to help you cool down."<br><br>She nipped his lower lip as he pulled away and took one last grope for himself. Abigale didn't find it too hard to doze back off herself.<br><br>Though she was woken up a few hours later by the sound of horse hooves outside her window. It was Chiron. He was looking for a camper that was in her cabin. Abigale sat up quickly and covered Vincent's whole body, including his head, with the blanket before crawling over to the window. She didn't need to hear the speech about how she needed to be more responsible and set a good example for the other campers, "Chiron?"<br><br>"Ah, there you are, Abigale. There was a disturbance in the forest last night and I'm looking for Ryôsuke Takahashi. He's an unclaimed in your cabin. Could you send him out to me? It's a bit hard for me to fit into the Hermes' cabin, it's always so crowded. I'd hate to step on anyone...oh, and good morning Vincent," the centaur smirked at a blushing Abigale before heading off towards the fountain to wait for Ryu.<br><br>"Oh gods...that's almost as bad as a protective father catching you having sex..." she crawled off the bed and gave Vincent a small kiss, "I'd love to sit in bed all day with you, but I can't," she jogged barefooted out into the main area of the cabin, "Hey!" she yelled out, not really caring who was asleep and who was awake, "Is Ryôsuke Takahashi in here?!" she was sure she butchered his name.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 22:22:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta with Harold in the Hermes cabin.</em></div><br>Rose woke up slowly, not being a morning person at all. However, she sighed softly as she felt someone's hands on her face, and she instinctively moved closer to Harold. When she finally opened her eyes, the memories came back to her, and she smiled before looking up at him. Kissing him softly, she spoke in a whisper.<br><br>"Good morning."<br><br>She heard the centaur enter the cabin, and she stayed still and quiet until he was gone. Abigale was still around, though, and when Rosetta felt her bedmate's morning wood, she blushed and grinned...leaning close to his ear.<br><br>"It seems you have a little...'problem.' Perhaps a swim in the lake would help with that?"<br><br>She nibbled on his bottom lip and waited for his answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 22:30:27</strong>
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				Harold tried to keep still as he heard Chiron clomping around, though he didn't stop brushing his fingers over Rose's cheek and jaw.&nbsp; Cracking an eye open, he watched the centaur talking to what he guessed was the leader of the cabin.&nbsp; When the centaur said hello to someone, someone he guessed was currently in the head girl's bed, he chuckled and leaned in, kissing Rose.<br><br>"Well, if she can have someone in bed with her, I don't see why we can't.&nbsp; Hmm, so that's the head girl of the cabin?&nbsp; Not bad.&nbsp; Nice to look at, with the crazy hair color and piercings and all.&nbsp; Though, I think my current bedmate is much better."<br><br>When her hand brushed over his stiff member, his cheeks flushed, and he grinned.&nbsp; "Hmm, I could think of other ways I could take care of it, but a swim does sound good."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 22:36:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>Rosetta chuckled and grinned before kissing him again.<br><br>"I'll see what I can do to assist you once we get there."<br><br>And with that, she slowly slipped out of bed, hoping that Abigale wouldn't make a big deal about Harold being in her bed. Swallowing, she reached down and handed his brace to him, leaning down to whisper.<br><br>"I'll be waiting outside when you're ready."<br><br>She would wait to take her whole shower when she returned, but she did go and wash up a bit before returning and leaning against the Hermes cabin...waiting for Harold.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 22:44:52</strong>
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				Harold couldn't keep his eyes off of her backside as she walked away, a sight that did nothing for his morning wood.&nbsp; Chuckling, he swung his legs around, careful with his left one, and wiggled out of his pajama pants.&nbsp; Pulling his jeans out from under the bed, he ignored any looks he might have gotten for his leg and quickly dressed.<br><br>A few minutes later, he was walking out of the Hermes cabin.&nbsp; Finding her waiting, he smiled and offered her his arm once more.&nbsp; "So, where is this lake?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 23:04:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent and Abigale, morning wake up part 2 </em></div><hr><hr><br>"Morning!"<br>Vincent's arms shot out from under the blanket, he was not ashamed to be seen with Abigale despite her embarrassment. He sat up and smiles at the centaur, seeing his gaze fall on him he simply ignored it as he saw Abigale pad off into the main room. <br>"We can finsh this up later tonight."<br>Already he was planning on spending the night with her again, at least until he was set in his own cabin and had his own bed to drag her in with him. The young man stood up and stretched, grabbing his shirt as he pulled it on over his torso. On his way out of her room he gave her a pinch on the ass.<br>"I am not a pervert..."<br>He grinned at her before stepping out towards the communal bathrooms to shower up and change. Once more he used the clothes provided by the camp, finding himself going shirtless instead of wearing the ugly looking camp half blood tee. Feeling much more confident about the camp he walked up to a cabin that had the garage in it and after some introductions and a promise to return the tools, he was walking out with a tool belt and made his way back towards the cabins and areas he had been noticing were in dire need of maintenance. By the time he was back the cabin was mostly empty, which gave him all the space he needed to work. Whistling a tune he realized his i-pod was not in his pocket but shrugged as he recalled giving it to Abigale to hold. Despite all the activities he had heard about the night before, Vincent was much more happy tightening the bed frames, fixing the creaky doors and most importantly that window that jammed. After Hermes's cabin got some much needed elbow grease he would head to the communal showers and work on some of the stuff over there he had noticed needed a little attention hopefully finish in time for lunch. <br><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center">Ryu, morning workout and blissfully unaware people are looking for him. <br></div> <br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong><em>Iti! Ni! San! Si! Go! </em></strong> <strong><em>Iti! Ni! San! Si! Go! </em></strong> <strong><em>Iti! Ni! San! Si! Go! </em></strong> <strong><em>Iti! Ni! San! Si! Go! </em></strong> <strong><em>Iti! Ni! San! Si! Go! </em></strong> <br></div>Ryu's entire back and chest was damp with a morning sweat, the muscles of his body tense. He only wore a pair of black pants and foot wraps around his feet. His hair was drenched in sweat, the morning Katas had done their job. The voice of Sensei Oda, stopped, the video recording played on the tablet of his computer. The bald and fit looking man gave Ryu the time for a break, giving the young man a chance to control his elevated heart rate and breathing. His forearm wiped away the sweat from his forehead before the Sensei began, instructing the student in the much more slower and grueling katas of self defense. Every day it was a new set, never giving his body a chance to adjust to the routines. Because of the personal training he was well trained in hand to hand combat and even if he was in vacation in the states, his sensei would not allow him to slack off. <br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>ikkai.....ikkai....ikkai....ikkai</strong></em></div>Mimicking the pose and posture the man was taking, Ryu's hands moved with a slow and disciplined movement. His forearms tensed and revealed the tone and defined muscles of his entire upper body as he moved the full body movement of disarming an opponent before delivering a crippling strike to the neck and ending with a flip. Every movement had to be perfect and controlled, his body tired and being pushed past the comfort level that would create muscle memory. In the event he ever fought something unarmed he knew how to react, to bad Sensei Oda did not know how to train him against other world monsters, but Ryu had the confidence in his master's teaching that he could take on anything sent his way. <br><div align="center"><em><strong>ikkai.....ikkai....ikkai....ikkai</strong></em></div><br>The sun was slowly rising, adding more heat which meant he would be done soon. Until Sensei's video ended or the battery ran out, which ever came first. <br><br><hr><hr>Iti! Ni! San! Si! Go!-1,2,3,4,5<br>ikkai- again, one more time! <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 23:28:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>Rosetta pulled out the map from her jeans pocket and looked at the location before pointing in the right direction.<br><br>"That way."<br><br>With that, she grabbed his hand and hurried off down the path that led to the lake. She had to admit that waking to find his cock hard had been quite a turn-on for her as well, so she wasted no time in rushing to the body of water that was a bit away from the rest of the camp. When they finally arrived, she looked around to make sure that no one was in sight before she mashed her lips to his and groaned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 23:32:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Desmond</span></span></div><br><hr><br>The trip back to his cabin went rather uneventful, he wasn't attacked by anything, and he wasn't stopped.&nbsp; Well he had been greeted by his cousin Nigal, a boy who he knew as being rather pleasant to be around.&nbsp; His cousin turned away and entered his cabin though, before Desmond had the chance to greet him back.&nbsp; Shrugging he continued on his way, and silently stripped for bed.&nbsp; <br><br>When the morning came though, he woke up with a lazy stretch and sat up in his bed, looking around.&nbsp; Some of his brothers beds where empty, since some of them where early risers, but the few of them that where still occupied weren't really that close to his own bed, so he didn't really worry about waking someone up.&nbsp; Sliding out of bed, his feet hit the cold floor and he grabbed up a towel and his shower things to wash up for the day.&nbsp; He'd shower again, later that night, since he always got sweaty throughout his daily routine, but for now, the idea of a shower sounded nice. Heading in the general direction of the showers, he could smell breakfast in the air already, and his stomach gave a growl of need, making itself known to it's owner in a rather loud manner.<br><br>Hurrying through his shower, Desmond quickly returned to the cabin, and dressed, fixing his bed, so that at least it had some semblance of order and rushed out to grab something to eat.&nbsp; The dining pavilion was filled with some people, but Desmond was sure that soon it would probably be crowded with hungry demi-gods.&nbsp; Grabbing up some toast and eggs, he sat down and ate quickly.&nbsp; When he raised his cup up to his mouth, sweet orange juice filled his mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>With his stomach now full, he left the pavilion, heading over to behind the climbing wall to start his morning practices.&nbsp; He usually spent most of the morning working on his mist manipulation.&nbsp; It didn't usually go well, and he had made very little progress, but he still kept at it, wanting to improve in something at least.&nbsp; Not that he wanted or needed to show off if he got it right, but at least he'd know that he accomplished something all by himself.&nbsp; And the plus in all of it was that mist manipulation was a very handy tool.&nbsp; Taking up a steady stance, he closed his eyes and concentrated.&nbsp; Hopefully he'd do better than the few whisp's, he'd managed to produce so far.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 04:31:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale's search...</em></div><hr><br>Abigale jumped when she felt the pinch to her backside and glared at the male as he headed out of the cabin, "Perv..." she muttered to herself while shaking her head, but she smiled.<br><br>Turning her attention back to the cabin, she started asking around for the boy Chiron was looking for. She asked every camper still in there, but none of them seemed to be him or know where he was, most didn't even know who Ryu was. Sighing, she headed outside and shook her head at Chiron, "He's not in here. You sure he's unclaimed?"<br><br>"Yes, Abigale, I am. He must of gotten up early. Unlike someone," he smirked at her and watched her blush, "Abigale, you're a grown woman now. No need to be embarrassed about getting caught with a boy in your bed. It's not like you're the first or the last to do something like that. Remember, Abigale, the Ancient Greeks were not the most prudent of people. I highly doubt they would expect you to be. Now, go find Mr. Takahashi for me and send him to me right away."<br><br>Abigale nodded before running off to the other cabins to ask if they'd seen the kid. No one appeared to, so she started asking wood nymphs. Most weren't very willing to give a girl answers, but they eventually did when she said it was on Chiron's orders. They said they'd seen a young boy training alone not far from their trees, "Thanks," she waved as she jogged off in the direction they said.<br><br>Ryu seemed very into his training and Abigale didn't really want to interrupt him, but if Chiron needed him, then it must of been important, "Ryôsuke Takahashi?" she walked up to him and eyed the tablet computer. It was rare to see technology in the camp, but it was allowed in small amounts. Cell phones were forbidden, but ipods and small computers were allowed. Though once the batteries died, it was hard to recharge them. The only outlets were in the Big House and Mr. D was mean about letting them get used by the campers, "I need to talk to you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 05:46:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Ryu is found and is in dire need of a plug</em></div><hr><br>Ryu was starting to think the video was stuck in a loop, he was not sure how long he had been working on his katas but his body was screaming for it to end when he heard an interruption. Moving over quickly to tap the screen and place it into stand by to prevent losing power, he saw the battery go yellow on his spare pack. He sighed a little, finding no power sources meant his favorite item would soon be useless unless he found a way to run it on solar power some time soon. <br><br>Turning to the red head he stepped up to her and nodded.<br>"Oha<span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">you gozai</span><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">masu</span>...Good morning." <br>He was not used to speaking English yet, his head bowed in quick greeting before he awkwardly stepped towards a towel, not completely comfortable being seen half dressed. Toweling off as quick as possible he tugged a shirt on before turning towards her, his breathing barely getting under control before he addressed her once more.<br>"Please call me Ryu, how can I help you?" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 21:03:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>Abigale didn't care much about his shirtless appearance. Plenty of guys ran around shirtless here. It was bound to happen due to the heat of the summer and the training, but he seemed embarrassed by it, "Uh, yeah...Ryu," nick names weren't a big thing with her. Some people called her 'Abby' and she always got onto them about it, "...Chiron wants to see you," she then remembered that he was new and might not remember who Chiron was, "The centaur. He's looking for you. I'm pretty sure it's important, he asked for you by name and seemed a little nervous. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about though."<br><br>She smiled a little. Chiron had seemed a little nervous and that worried her a bit. The only time he called campers aside like that was for quests, but surely there wouldn't be one so early in the summer. As far as she knew, nothing had happened yet. The boy was unclaimed, so maybe his parent was going to send him out on a quest to see if he was worthy of being claimed. That happened from time to time. Abigale didn't approve of that, but it wasn't her place to go against the Gods wishes, "I'll walk with you to the Big House. If Chiron wants to see you, then Mr. D will probably too," in case he needed enticing, she added, "I bet Chiron will let you charge that thing if we get there quickly. The Big House is the only place with outlets."<br><br>"By the way, I'm Abigale Norwick," she hadn't introduced herself to a lot of the new members of her cabin due to spending most of her night with Vincent. He seemed to need more help than anyone did, so she didn't mind. They'd all eventually come to her and get to know her. That's how it was, "I'm your Cabin Leader," she motioned for him to follow as she started towards the Big House, "So, you didn't do anything last night, did you? You're in one piece, so I know you weren't out after curfew, or at least you didn't get caught by the harpies," she was trying to figure out why Chiron would want to talk to an unclaimed so early in the summer. Whatever it was, she tried not to dwell on it as she walked him to the Big House (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81832.0).<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Mr. D</em></div><hr><br>Mr. D's night was uneventful and managed to get to sleep easily once the images stopped in his head. He swore that when he found out who did it, he was going to turn them into a dolphin and throw them in a tuna net. He might of been here as a punishment, but he was still one of the gods. <br><br>In the morning he listened to Chiron's talk of a creature in the forest. Within an hour they had a quest for some of the campers to go on. He honestly didn't care. He actually hoped the three that went didn't come back. He could do with losing a few of them this year. He might even lift the magical barrier that kept the monsters inside the forest just to let the beasts roam free to feed on campers. Now that was training. This semi-controlled environment was pathetic, but it wasn't his choice.<br><br>Not one for exercise usually, he decided to walk along the river. Clad in his horribly loud Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and sandals, he made his way through the camp. Campers were already getting into the swing of things by working on their sword fighting. A few were playing on the volleyball court. Silly satyrs chased wood nymphs around, trying to get kisses out of them. It was a rather common sight. The climbing wall was spurting lava out of some of the openings in it (that was the challenge of the wall, make it to the top or burn). He took a little delight in watching new campers think they can get up the wall fast enough and then having to be rescued because they burned their hands.<br><br>The god of wine shivered a little as he felt someone manipulating the mist. There were no monsters around, so he knew it was a camper. There was no harm in a camper learning how to manipulate the mist and it was a useful talent. He followed the feeling of the mist and saw Desmond behind the climbing wall with his eyes closed, bits of mist swirling around him, "Ah, a Sky Brat. Someone your age should be better skilled at manipulating the mist. I see you've not inherited any talent from your father," off in the distance there was a flash of lightening and Mr. D rolled his eyes. The gods were always listening. Technically, Zeus was his father too, but that was a very long time ago.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 23:47:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Desmond</span></span></div><br><hr><br>Desmond, well, he wasn't making that much progress.&nbsp; He felt his senses tangle out around him, not that 'senses' was the correct term really.&nbsp; But from experience he knew that he had at least managed to call forth a thin veil of mist.&nbsp; But when he started to try and shape it, well...it all just fell flat.&nbsp; Calling the mist wasn't the hard part, although it had been hard for him to learn, but it was when he started to try to make the tiny whisps do more than just hover there that he hit a brick wall.&nbsp; <br><br>The sound of a familiar voice taunting him and he suppressed the smile that threatened to break out.&nbsp; Sure his words where mocking, and he had to be all kinds of weird, but he liked it more than he should.&nbsp; And to be perfectly honest, the councilor was right, the talent he had inherited from daddy dearest was really wasted on him.<br><br>"Ahhh, maybe your right."&nbsp; Raising his arms he stretched out, the bottom of his shirt raising slightly to reveal the tanned flesh of his muscled stomach.&nbsp; "I'm not really all that good at this mist thing yet, but I will be."&nbsp; He left off the eventually, knowing that it was implied.&nbsp; Standing, one of his eye brows raised inquiringly.<br><br>"Last night you where acting funny, care to share what climbed up your bum?"&nbsp; It took a lot of self control not to laugh at his words, not only was he sorta, kinda, taunting the man, but he had also inadvertently made his question a double entendre.&nbsp; &nbsp;Thinking about last night brought the image/fantasy to the forefront of his mind, and this time he did grin.&nbsp; What he wouldn't give to see the man in front of him out of that shirt, well out of everything actually.<br><br>As if knowing he where treading a thin line, the grin left, replaced by a more subdued look.&nbsp; "I should rephrase that question, I apologize if it came out disrespectful.&nbsp; It's just that you looked rather flustered at the table, and I was wondering if there was anything wrong."&nbsp; His concern was well enough sincere, even knowing the cause of the man's odd behavior last night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 00:51:09</strong>
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				Jason waved good by to Lila. His eyes never left her backside as she walked off into the distance, Jason wondered if he would ever get more time alone from her. The talk had been nice, short but nice. " Well Troy best head to bed" he muttered to himself. Getting up off the ground he began to brush the dirt of his pants, slowly he made his way towards the checkered cabin ten. Once inside the cabin he strolled over to the bed he had taken every year he had attended camp. The bed beside it had the new girl Lexi sleeping in it, Jason did his best not to wake her as he climbed into his bed.<br><br>Phil watched as his sister returned, she looked okay meaning Jason hadn't hurt her. That was good Phil didn't want to lose a friend because he had hurt his family. He didn't ask her how things went, Phil just went to sleep.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 20:34:47</strong>
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				Lexi stirred a little in her sleep, her nightmare of the night her ex went over the cliff replaying in her mind. It kept going and each time she went over the cliff before her mother could save her but each time the car went further and closer to the ground. In the last dream the car hit the ground and she woke up screaming and crying just as the sun rose. She grabbed her pillow and hid her face in it while crying and shaking in fear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 20:43:12</strong>
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				Jason's eyes snapped open as he heard the girl next to him begin to cry in her sleep. He slid out of bed and went over to Lexi's, gently he placed a hand on her shoulder giving it a little nudge. " you alright sis " he muttered rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Often with new kids he did this comforting them, just as he had been years ago.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 20:47:51</strong>
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				Lexi felt someone place a hand on her shoulder before giving her a nudge. She looked up at Jason before nodding and wiping the tears from her eyes “Y..Yeah I’m fine just a nightmare” She laughed a little trying to throw him off so he didn’t worry about her and she wasn’t comfortable calling him her brother yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 20:57:14</strong>
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				He removed his hand as she acknowledged him, he could tell she didn't really feel close to him. That however did not stop the older male from trying to comfort her. " Would you like to talk about it, im not exactly the head of cabin ten but as your neighbor Id like to at least get an idea as to why i wake up to screams and tears " 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 21:08:35</strong>
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				Lexi looked back at the bed before sighing "I dreamt I had gone over the cliff and mom hadn't saved me. I dreamt I died" She whispered leaving out the fact it was her ex who tried to kill her. She then kissed his cheek "Sorry for waking you...Bro" She added hesitantly on the end.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 22:35:02</strong>
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				Jasons frown was subtle " hey don't sweat it " he said stifling a yawn. He looked at the clock " you'll want to grab a shower while most of our idoit sisters wake up " Jason said smiling now " last years batch seem to have very low IQ's, and the end up spending 90% of the time infront of a mirror expecting it to talk back" he shook his head and got up off her bed. He looked back at Lexi " oh I hope naked men don't scare you, cabin ten is one of the few cabins with co-Ed showers "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 03:59:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Mr. D</em></div><hr><br>The god stifled a snort when the boy implied that he'd get better at manipulating the mist, "I've seen ten year old children of Hermes do better than you just showed," he appeared to be unaffected by Desmond's display of stomach flesh. Since chasing a wood nymph was what got him sent here in the first place, Mr. D had assumed a rather sexless life. Only having his way with his wife during their once a year meeting at the Winter Council, and the occasional nature spirit when he got really restless.<br><br>Desmond was lucky he reworded his statement. Mr. D took a lot of crap from these little heroes, but even he had his breaking point. Last time he really snapped a camper got turned into a dolphin for a week till Chiron convinced him to turn the boy back. Still, the question irked him. Had the situation been that obvious? Of course it had. He fell out of a chair and stumbled back to the Big House like he'd been drinking all night, despite not having had wine touch his lips in fifty years, "It's none of your business what causes distress for a God, <em>hero</em>. If a God wants to share information with you, then they will offer it to you. If it's not offered, then don't ask," he snapped, "It's obviously none of your business."<br><br>Mr. D took a few deep breaths to try and calm himself. If he got too worked up he might do something he'd regret. It was okay to transform the campers into various things and instill all kinds of punishments on them, but Desmond was a son of Zeus. If he attacked a child of Zeus he might find his own punishments extended by another fifty years, "Did it ever occur to you, Sky Boy, that I am the God of Wine and I have not been allowed to put a single drop of the liquid to my lips in fifty years and will not be allowed to for another fifty? If I were to, your father would have me cut into pieces and thrown into the darkest part of the tartarus. I suggest you think these things through before questioning," he growled and leaned back against the climbing wall. It was completely over his head that Desmond had been the one causing his issues last night or even that Desmond knew perfectly well what was going on.<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Abigale looks for Lilac and Vincent</em></div><hr><br>Abigale ran out of the Big House as fast as she could. Not just because she had to find the other two girls, but because of Chiron's comment. The old centaur was fatherly at times and almost perverted at others. She doubted Chiron would ever be intimate with a camper, but he enjoyed playing on the romances that went around the camp. He found them 'cute'.<br><br>Being one of the fastest runners in the camp, she made it back to the cabins in record time. Finding Sarah was easy. She was past out in her bed, covered in dirt and blood. She woke the girl with a start and nearly had her head cut off, "Chiron wants to see you," the daughter of Ares groaned and rolled out of bed, "He's up at the Big House," Sarah was new to camp, but she seemed fairly settled with things. Abigale didn't question the dirt and blood. Sarah wasn't her responsibility after all.<br><br>She then jogged around asking for Lilac and was told that the daughter of Demeter was still in her cabin as well. Lilac and nearly everyone in the Demeter cabin appeared to be sleeping, "Ummm...I'm looking for Lilac LeJeune. Chiron needs to see her up at the Big House," she left it at that. Phil was a good cabin leader and would make sure Lilac got on her way, "Something about the forest. Probably a quest or something."<br><br>With that taken care of, she headed out to find Vincent. She found him in the shower rooms. He appeared to be fixing stuff. He couldn't be a son of Aphrodite. No matter how strange Rosetta was, Abigale refused to believe a son of Aphrodite could get on the ground, get dirty, and fix stuff, "So...installing peep holes?" she smirked as she leaned herself against the nearest wall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 08:25:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent </em></div><hr><br>"Let me know if you can spot the cameras so I can hide them in better places."<br>A smile crossed Vincent's face as he realized he was no longer alone. He was in need of a bath himself, his shirt was torn and tattered, his body sweaty as he places the finishing touches on the shower heads and knobs. <br>"Just in time, I just finished up with the girl's bathrooms. You know how old the pipes are? I swear I had to tear everything up fresh and can you believe all the copper pipes are made by those guys in that steel mill? Craziest shit ever, this one guy just made them on the spot and delivered them as I needed them. But I redid them all, no more water pressure issues or cold water surprises...this place can handle it all, the pipes were just ancient check it out." <br><br>Showing off his hard work, he turned the knob and the stream of water came rushing out. <br>"I even, made it for the girls to get a little...happy, the pressure is like those water massages, you know what I am talking about." <br>His attention turned back towards Abigale, the hands moving to his tool belt to undo the clasp before moving over to rest on a nearby bench. <br>"I'd join you but I think I should take a shower first...I reek." <br>The shirt came up slowly, giving Abigale a little tease with his strip. The smile on his face stayed as his hands undid his pants, letting them drop a little down his hips but not enough to let her see what he was packing under. <br>"Joining me?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 16:57:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Phil</em></div><br>Phil had gotten up bright and early, with the rest of his siblings. Well most of them anyway, the twins were still snoozing. He sat in the dinning hall enjoying his breakfast, having already offered th gods some cinnamon oatmeal he considered it a quiet day. most of the cabins were not awake yet or simply not here, sure a handful of other half-bloods were up and enjoying the morning meal. He wondered how Lexi was, sure nothing was set in stone but Phil felt they had something.<br><br>Shaking his head he muttered something about apple pie and continued eating his oatmeal. He wondered if perhaps Jason was helping Lexi adjust to cabin life. Phil wondered a lot of things like why Jeff Chaucer was still attending camp half-blood.<br><br><em></em><div align="center">Jeff</div>[/i]<br><br>He had shown up bright and early, his father had actually thrown him out near the boundaries of the great camp of hero's. Jeff was a son of Apollo but he was more like his Uncle Hermes, cunning quick on his feet and a great Con man. His latest con didn't go so well which is why the twenty four year old was here. <br>So here he was in the Half-blood working some of his 'siblings' out of drachma with a fixed dice game 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 18:53:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>Vincent had done a good job on the shower room. A very good job in a short amount of time. It was incredible. Abigale could only think of one person that could of done that and that was a child of Hephaestus. Vincent looked nothing like the God of Forges, but not all demigods took on their parent's appearance. He probably had an attractive mother and took more after her physically. Or he managed to get lucky, "Yeah, the kids of Hephaestus are really good at stuff like that. You name it, they can build it. They make spider cameras for their father. He uses them for his TV channel. Hephaestus T.V. Mostly reality stuff. He used to have real shows, but he's so into reality television these days," that in mind, she'd have to make sure none of those cameras ended up in the girls side of the shower. Abigale didn't really care if the other girls got spied on, but she would cut the throat of anyone who tried to do it to her.<br><br>Abigale rolled her eyes when he talked about 'happy pressure' and water massages, "Seeing as I've never owned a water massage, I wouldn't know what you're talking about," she smiled, watching his hands as they removed the tool belt, "Stuff like that isn't usually at the top of people's minds when they're here...well...it is for the kids of Aphrodite, usually. Not so much for me though," she watched him remove his shirt and ask her to join him in the shower. <br><br>Biting her lower lip, she debated the idea for a few minutes. It was almost lunch time, so most people would have already had their showers for today or were busy with their activities, "I guess I could. I did say you could see my tattoo if you were good, and so far you've been good. So I guess I should keep up my end of the promise, shouldn't I?" Abigale smiled softly, "But you're right. You do reek," she teased a bit, "Maybe you should clean up first," she sat down on one of the benches and waved her hand at the showering area. Abigale had no intentions of leaving. He'd already given her a little strip show with his shirt, she saw no reason to stop there
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 19:33:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent and Abigale </em></div><hr><br>"It was not at the top of mind either...but now that I see you, it is again." <br>Vincent smiles before turning around to give her a view of his backside, gyrating his hips in a slow motion after moving his arms up, hands at the back of his head and spread out. His undone jeans slowly dropped down his hips, the black boxers remaining in place as he swayed until the pants bunched up at his knees. Stepping out of them slowly he turned.<br>"This would be better with music...." <br>He chuckled at her with his bright smile before his thumbs hooked into his boxers and pulled down low to give her a peek at the trimmed pubic patch where the muscles of his abs became his thighs. Without shame he stripped, showing her that the tease and the thought of getting Abigale in the nude had its effect. His hand reached for the knob to turn the water to a streaming shower, testing the water before he walked of to get his hands on a new bar of soap. <br><br>When he returned he stepped under it and let the water begin to wash away the work of that morning, his haste seemed apparent now as he was cleaning up to get Abigale to come his way. <br>"Can you get my back?" <br>Turning towards the nozzle, he held the soap in one hand and looked back to make a nod with his head for her to join him. He had forgotten and no longer cared that they were in the girl's shower, so he hoped no one would come to interrupt like Mr. D had in her room earlier. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 20:27:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>Abigale did her best not to laugh or giggle. His body was nothing to laugh at, but the situation was. She'd never actually seen a guy strip down like that and felt kind of giggly about it. There wasn't a lot of time for fun around here, more so when she was managing the largest cabin in the camp. None of that was on her mind right now. She simply bit her lower lip a little harder as she watched him remove all his clothing and head into the water. It was difficult not to let her jaw drop a little bit as she watched him lather up.<br><br>It almost went unnoticed when he spoke. Abigale had been rather focused on his body and the soap rolling down it. But she did see his head jerk to get her to come over and wash his back. Still biting her lip, she nodded and started over to him. If she hadn't of regained some of her senses, she would of likely walked in there completely dressed and gotten soaked.<br><br>Unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, she slid them down her hips and thighs. Underneath was a simple pair of black panties. Next she pulled off her orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. Abigale thought about taking off her underwear and her black undershirt (including bra), but thought it was more fun like this. The black undershirt was lower cut and showed off a little bit more of her rose, chest tattoo, but not all of it.<br><br>She smiled as she walked into the spray of the shower, her red, orange, and blond hair matting to her head quickly, "Turn around," she said softly after taking the soap and rag, "Can't wash your back from the front, now can I?" lathering up the rag she started running it over his well toned back, not caring that her undershirt was now clinging tightly against her body or that she'd have to dig out a dry bra, underwear, and undershirt when they were done.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 21:06:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent </em></div><hr><br>"Well you know, if you reach around and press up nice and tight to me, I think you could."<br>Vincent turned as she ordered and let her later and word her hands over his sculpted back. He did not have that much time to uncover that tattoo of hers and he was starting to think she was enjoying playing that game unless he took the initiative. When it seemed she had covered it, he turned to face her with a wide grin on his face. <br>"I think you are a little over dressed still." <br><br>His rough hands moved and rested onto her hips, a finger on each side slid slowly along the wet fabric of her panties, dipping under the waist before giving them a playful tug down as she was pulled into him. <br>"Do I smell good now?"<br>Tilting his head to the side he moved in slowly to claim her lips, his hands moving up her sides with her undershirt in his grasp as he pushed it up slowly past the cleavage. A nibble was given to her lower lip as the water continued to fall onto the two of them, his hands retreating to her back with full intention of stripping her as he pushed his tongue past the soft lips. His hips lined up with hers, the wet thin fabric of the black panties acting as the final barrier between their bodies. The excitement could not go unnoticed, Vincen't groaned softly into the kiss as he pushed up and against her with a swaying motion of his hips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 22:03:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>Everything else she had to do today melted away from her thoughts as he started playing with her panties. She really should of been out helping the younger campers get settled into a routine, but this had much more appeal to it. A small gasp escaped as he tugged her close. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her head as he nibbled her neck while pushing her shirt up. Abigale didn't resist and pulled back a little to help remove her wet shirt. The black ink tattoo on her chest was exposed. The stem of the rose went down right between her breasts.<br><br>The daughter of Hermes kissed back eagerly now, letting his tongue press into her mouth. His hands moved behind her back and unclasped her bra. Without breaking their kissing she managed to slip the bra off and down into the water, "You do smell better now," she smirked against his lips. Abigale moved further under the water spray and turned them around before backing up against the shower wall. She moved one of her legs up and hooked it against his hip, "Getting any ideas?" it wasn't like she didn't know the answer. She felt it against her inner thigh as she moved her hips against his.<br><br>"I could take care of that for you," one of her hands slipped down between their bodies and wrapped it around the base of his member, "If you'd like, we can head back to the stables..." she wasn't opposed to staying here, "Or, there is a strawberry field not far from here. We could go lay in the field and finish this up...of course we'll probably need a shower again after wards," Abigale thought that might of been a good incentive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 02:15:00</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3630077#msg3630077">Quote from: Michi No Sora on 14-09-2010, 03:59:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><em>Mr. D</em></div><hr><br>The god stifled a snort when the boy implied that he'd get better at manipulating the mist, "I've seen ten year old children of Hermes do better than you just showed," he appeared to be unaffected by Desmond's display of stomach flesh. Since chasing a wood nymph was what got him sent here in the first place, Mr. D had assumed a rather sexless life. Only having his way with his wife during their once a year meeting at the Winter Council, and the occasional nature spirit when he got really restless.<br><br>Desmond was lucky he reworded his statement. Mr. D took a lot of crap from these little heroes, but even he had his breaking point. Last time he really snapped a camper got turned into a dolphin for a week till Chiron convinced him to turn the boy back. Still, the question irked him. Had the situation been that obvious? Of course it had. He fell out of a chair and stumbled back to the Big House like he'd been drinking all night, despite not having had wine touch his lips in fifty years, "It's none of your business what causes distress for a God, <em>hero</em>. If a God wants to share information with you, then they will offer it to you. If it's not offered, then don't ask," he snapped, "It's obviously none of your business."<br><br>Mr. D took a few deep breaths to try and calm himself. If he got too worked up he might do something he'd regret. It was okay to transform the campers into various things and instill all kinds of punishments on them, but Desmond was a son of Zeus. If he attacked a child of Zeus he might find his own punishments extended by another fifty years, "Did it ever occur to you, Sky Boy, that I am the God of Wine and I have not been allowed to put a single drop of the liquid to my lips in fifty years and will not be allowed to for another fifty? If I were to, your father would have me cut into pieces and thrown into the darkest part of the tartarus. I suggest you think these things through before questioning," he growled and leaned back against the climbing wall. It was completely over his head that Desmond had been the one causing his issues last night or even that Desmond knew perfectly well what was going on.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Desmond</span></span></div><br><hr><br>Being compared to a ten year old child was never really something Desmond would strive for, in fact it was highly insulting.&nbsp; But considering that he should have expected such a comment coming out of the mouth that had caused him many fantasies, and rather awkward morning moments, he didn't allow himself to get all that offended.&nbsp; Of course, it would have been better if at least this man found him acceptable, but hell, at least Mr. D noticed him enough to insult him, that was a way better than being completely ignored.&nbsp; And if Desmond where honest, there was something thrilling about being insulted by this man...which just proved how messed up he really was.<br><br>He did find himself grinning slightly at the rest of the God's words though.&nbsp; His grin grew so big in fact that he had to cover it up by coughing slightly in his hand to cover his mouth.&nbsp; By the time he lowered his hand again though, the grin was gone, replaced by a small sparkling in his eyes.&nbsp; If only he knew, gods it was fun teasing him.&nbsp; The fact that the god in front of him didn't know that it in fact had a lot to do with him, and that it was actually all his fault, made him really want to just grab him and kiss him.&nbsp; But he was sure that if he did such a thing than he would be cursed member-less and very likely skinned alive.&nbsp; Although it could be worth it...shaking those thoughts from his head, he decided to just play it safe and not put his most valued body parts at risk.<br><br>When the D man did share a bit about his situation though Desmond stood up a bit straighter.&nbsp; He knew it wasn't true, that he was the cause of the mans abrupt behavior last night, but still, the way Dionysus said it, it had to be a cause of great discomfort for him.&nbsp; Glancing sky ward, he shook his head, silently asking why his father would do such a thing, especially since the rumors of why Mr. D was here would be something Zeus himself would do.&nbsp; He quickly turned his attention back to the god in front of him though, the moment the sky darkened slightly and lightning streaked the sky.&nbsp; Daddy dearest didn't liked to be questioned about his actions, especially not by him.<br><br>"Your right, I shouldn't have asked."&nbsp; Desmond really wanted to say something about how fucked up it was, but knew it wouldn't really mean anything to the God in front of him.&nbsp; He'd probably get laughed at for even trying to come across as being sympathetic.&nbsp; But he wasn't done teasing the man just yet.&nbsp; <br><br>"Although I would have guessed it was something else.&nbsp; You seemed...flustered really, as if you saw something shocking and where running away from it.&nbsp; But like you said, it must be the fact that you've been denied for so long."&nbsp; The sparkle in his eyes grew steadily, threatening to reach his lips and give him away.<br><br>"If I where to be denied something so satisfying, I'd be a mess to."&nbsp; His eyes dropped to the neck line of the Gods shirt, wishing there weren't any clothing to hamper his view.&nbsp; Shaking his head to clear his lustful gaze away, he tried his best to will his libido to calm down.&nbsp; Sure he eventually wanted Dionysus to know about all the naughty things he wanted to do to him, but he couldn't do that now, the man hated him after all.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 02:58:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Mr. D</em></div><hr><br>"All you heroes. You're all the same. Think everything is your business. Think everything should just bend to you and disappear when you're done," Mr. D had told this to many young heroes over the years and he felt it as true now as he did then, "My thoughts and feelings are no concern of yours, Demigod," Dionysus was a bit of a hypocrite seeing as he was a half-blood at one point in his life, only becoming a God after discovering wine. Though even as a mortal he'd never taken on quests or anything. In truth, he'd been a lot like Desmond when he was mortal.<br><br>The sun started getting high in the sky and the heat was causing the strawberries to warm up and fill the whole camp with their scent. The camp made it's money off of the shipment of the berries. Since he couldn't allow wine grapes to grow, he'd chosen strawberries. Next to wine grapes, they were his favorite berries. They were also his wife's favorite.<br><br>The thundering sky caught his attention. To his knowledge, he'd done nothing in the past few moments to deserve a warning, "Daddy upset with you?" he sneered, "What kind of child of Zeus are you anyways? No lust for power. I don't think you've even been a quest since you've been coming here..." he was only partly curious. It was strange for a demigod to not have the same traits and personalities of their parents. Desmond acted more like one of his own children than one of Zeus' or like himself. Dionysus would never admit that, at least not out here in the open.<br><br>"Well, <em>Damian Culverts</em>, the strawberries need tending to," he pushed off the climbing wall and started walking away. It was a common fact that Mr. D purposely mispronounced the names of people he held in a bit higher regard than others. Normally he didn't bother to remember names, but when he did he made sure to say them correctly or purposely wrong, "Those damn satyrs have been lazy and not picking them when they're ripe..." he grumbled to no one really as he headed off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 03:06:14</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div align="center">Vincent and Abigale, in the showers continued... (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80975.msg3634419#msg3634419)</div><hr><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 21:25:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3631813#msg3631813">Quote from: Jason Masters on 14-09-2010, 16:57:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em></em><div align="center">Jeff</div>[/i]<br><br>He had shown up bright and early, his father had actually thrown him out near the boundaries of the great camp of hero's. Jeff was a son of Apollo but he was more like his Uncle Hermes, cunning quick on his feet and a great Con man. His latest con didn't go so well which is why the twenty four year old was here. <br>So here he was in the Half-blood working some of his 'siblings' out of drachma with a fixed dice game<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div align="center"><em>Tiffany</em></div><hr><br>Yawning, the dark haired daughter of the forge crawled out of her bed. The stiffling heat that always filled their cabin didn't bother her in the least bit. Fire had always been her friend after all. With another yawn she pulled on her black shirt and jeans before heading out into the fresh air of the camp. Tiffany was a year-round camper, but never got used to the rest of the camp not smelling like their forge.<br><br>Her eyes fell on a blond camper that looked a little old to be here. He was playing dice with some of the younger kids and appeared to win every time. Rolling her eyes, she disappeared into their cabin forge and came out only minutes later with a pair of metal dice, "Hey, why don't you play me with these?" she eyed him a moment, wondering if he would reject the offer. If so, then she was sure he was cheating.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 21:48:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Eric</em></div><br>After waking up and taking care of his morning duties, Eric wandered out of Cabin Eleven, his guitar case over one shoulder, his panpipes in a small pouch hanging off his belt.&nbsp; The pipes were a recent acquisition, a gift from the satyrs last year.&nbsp; Looking around, he inhaled the fresh, clean air that filled the camp, then headed down to grab himself some breakfast, and maybe play some tunes.&nbsp; He wondered if the wood nymphs would let him play for them, and reward him with a kiss if he played well enough.<br><br>After gathering a plate of food, he looked up into a sky, holding a hand up to partially cover the sun as he looked at it.&nbsp; "Good morning father.&nbsp; Looks like you're going to give us another glorious day.&nbsp; I hope this year, I can prove myself worthy of you claiming me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 00:20:58</strong>
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				<em></em><div align="center">Jeff</div>[/i]<br><br>The blond collected his winnings and pocketed them and his dice. He did love to gamble and if he turned her down it would raise suspicion, that was something he didnt need. While he did have a slight problem, an addiction even but he knew a small bet would be best. <br><br>Rubbing his chin slightly as if taking time to think about the choice he licked his lips. " Alright, a ferryman's bet then, two drachma a piece" he said offering up a small grin. Jeff motioned for her to take a seat " Might I get your name , I know I've seen you here before but I cant place you for the life of me" he mumbled folding his arms across his chest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 20:19:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Tiffany</em></div><hr><br>"Two drachma it is. High roll wins," she pulled out the coins from her pocket and laid them on the table, "I'm Tiffany, and you look a little old to be here," the oldest she'd seen a camper was eighteen. Most wandered off on their own by then or died before then. This guy looked like he was at least in his mid-twenties or older.<br><br>Tiffany sat down at the table opposite him and stared at him with her black eyes. She had a constant 'smoky' scent around her from the forges and she usually had ash smudges on her face. Despite that, she was a decently attractive girl when she cleaned up, "I'll roll first," the dice she brought with her were made of bronze and perfectly sized and weighed. Tiffany made sure that everything she made was perfect. She picked them up and rolled them across the table, "Four..." she frowned. They might of been perfectly made dice, but she was not happy with how they were treating their creator with a poor roll. A little upset, she pushed the dice to him.<br><br>((OOC: Jason, use the dice bot. Set it to Dice: 2 and Sides: 6.))<br><br>At 2010-09-16 13:16:44, Michi No Sora rolls: 2d6 Result: 4 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=18091)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 21:00:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Jeff</em></div> <br><br>Jeff scowled " Well you are right I am a little old to be back in this hole " he reached into his pocket and produced two drachma. The blond laid the coins next to Tiffany's, she had to be one of Hephaestus's children given the smell which followed her around. " Forgive me if I come of as sour begin dropped out of the sky does that, names Jeff " he said smiling as he examined her roll, the probability he would roll higher than her was great. <br><br>Chaucer picked up the bronze and shook them lightly in his hand before tossing them down on the table. Jeff raised a fist to his mouth as the dice landed on four, and two. Letting out a relieved sigh " six looks like I win again " He collected his earnings and pocketed them " made these yourself did you ? " he said holding up one of the bronze six sided dice<br><br>At 2010-09-16 13:27:39, Jeff (uid: 16943) rolls: 2d6 Result: 6 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=18092)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 22:01:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Tiffany</em></div><hr><br>Tiffany's dark eyes narrowed as he beat her by two little dots on the dice. She knew a four wasn't hard to beat, but still, she'd hoped her own dice would be nice to her. It did prove that he might not of been cheating with those other kids, but she preferred to think of it as plain luck on his part. Fair was fair though and she let him pocket the gold coins, "Yes. I made them," she reached out and snatched the dice out of his hand and then the one on the table, "And what do you mean you were 'dropped out of the sky'? Who's kid are you?" Tiffany seemed a little sore about losing, "And why'd they drop you back here? Fail a quest or something? Or maybe they think you can't handle yourself very well..." a bad habit of hers was picking on people when she lost. It made her feel better about herself.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 00:25:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Jeff</em></div><br>"Oh someone obviously didn't get enough hugs as a child" he said as she snatched away the bronze dice out of his grasp. Jeff cracked his neck and leaned back in his chair, blue eyes fixed on Tiffany. " Well lets see I fell from the sky just as the sun started to rise above this wonderful place" he rolled his eyes and kicked his feet upon the table. " Ah I have so many of my fathers abilities yet i'm nothing like him" Jeff was anything but pleased with having to explain why he was here. <br><br>" Normally I would say it's none of your business but Ill tell you if we roll again " Jeff pulled out the gold coins she had just lost to him " same wager, two drachma a piece highest roll wins" he slowly began to began to play with the golden coins between his fingers.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 18:12:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Tiffany</em></div><hr><br>Tiffany glared at him as he commented about getting hugs, "Father isn't very affectionate," and neither had been her mortal mother, "Fine," she accepted his wager and pulled out two more drachma. She'd done some work in one of her father's forges over the winter and earned a little extra money from it.<br><br>Clicking her tongue a little, she pulled the dice back out and rolled them across the table. She flashed a big smile, "Eight," much better than her last roll, "If you win, I'll make you a pair of new dice. Nice ones," she was sure his were fixed anyways, "I'll make them exactly how you want them. Even if I don't agree with what you use them for," making weighted dice wasn't that difficult to do. But she was fairly confident in her current roll.<br><br>At 2010-09-17 11:09:59, Michi No Sora rolls: 2d6 Result: 8 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=18100)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 21:02:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Jeff</em></div><br>" Oh my this is a bet to my liking " Jeff said dropping the gold coins onto the ones had laid down. sure his fixed dice were good but if he could win this roll he would have a very nice trophy, collecting tools of his trade was also a plus. His blue eyes were fixed on the dice she had in her hands, they tumbled to the table finally landing on five and three. <br><br>'Blast' he thought as Tiffany started talking, he wasn't paying much mind to what she was saying. Jeff's mind was racing, he was trying to calculate his chances of beating such a high roll. Chaucer collected the dice from the table, giving them a little shake before he cast them to the table. They bronze dice bounced off each other, once began spinning while the other landed on a three.<br><br>'shit' he closed his eyes and sent a prayer to Tyche a goddess of fortune, after all he needed all the luck he could get right now. There was a little thud and Jeff opened his eyes, a six lay inches from the three. He started to chuckle lightly " Oh Tyche loves " he said wiping the sweat from his brow. " Right Tiffany I'll take dice, one gold, one iron, both six sided" he left the drachma on the table " you can use those four drachma to make the gold one " he said smiling.&nbsp; <br><br><br>At 2010-09-17 13:30:25, Jeff (uid: 16943) rolls: 2d6 Result: 9 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=18101)&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 21:31:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Tiffany</em></div><hr><br>Tiffany huffed in annoyance as she lost again. She was convinced he had to be cheating some how. Maybe he was the son of some gambling god or something. For some reason she was really bothered by all this. Maybe it's because he was using someone's hard work on creating dice to cheat people out of money. Even if dice were mass produced, someone had designed them. Someone had created the machines that made the dice. This guy was cheating all those people's hard work.<br><br>"Tyche your mother? It's cheating to pray to her if she's your mother," she glared at him from across the table as she grabbed everything off the table. Tiffany would keep to her bet and make the dice, but she wouldn't be happy doing it, "What's your name, anyways?" he'd only promised to tell her who his parent was if she'd won the bet. Since she lost, he doubted he'd tell her that. Tiffany would figure it out though. If she really wanted to know, then she could just follow him around till he went into a cabin to go to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 21:56:10</strong>
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				" Oh I would be so lucky to have a goddess as a parent " he said chuckling at her little outburst. She thought he was 'cheating' her but in fact he was just being resourceful " Tyche is a wonderful woman, nay a wonderful goddess but she is not my Mother" he said staring into her dark eyes. " You my dear are a sore loser and apparently prone to forgetting things since I already gave you my first name just as you gave me yours." Jeffery produced another gold coin and began weaving it between his fingers. <br><br>" I can tell your trying to figure me out, perhaps you are still trying to figure out who my divine parent is " he rolled his eyes and continued to play with the coin. " Ive dropped enough hints as it is but hell I'll give you one more, we have the same grandfather "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 01:28:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Tiffany</em></div><hr><br>"First off, I'm not your 'dear'. Secondly, yes...I forgot your name," she admitted with a small blush, but it faded quickly as he claimed to of given her plenty of clues, "You do know that nearly everyone here is related in some way, right?" Tiffany sneered before standing up with her hands on her hips, "I should of guessed it just by looking at you. Blond haired and arrogant...you're one of Apollo's brats. That explains it," she smirked before turning and heading back to her cabin's forge. <br><br>Once inside she got to work on melting down the drachma and some iron. Making dice wasn't hard and in no time she was sitting over an anvil with thick gloves on. She was handling one of the red-hot dice and pressing dot marks into it. It had to be done quickly or the die would cool and she'd have to start over again. The iron one was easy, but the gold one kept cooling and having to be melted back down and reshaped.<br><br>She worked on the dice and finished them in only an hour. Sighing and wiping the sweat from her forehead, she cooled down the dice in some water before handling them. After a quick polish they looked beautiful. Glinting and gleaming in the fire light. It was a shame she had to hand them over to Jeff. With another sigh, she headed out of the small forge to find him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 02:47:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Whoa, how can I get a job here? Vincent at Hephaestus's cabin. </em></div><hr><br>After a great lunch at the pavilion, Vincent decided to give maintenance a break for now. He explored the camp even caught a glimpse of Abigale shooting bows with a few younger kids. He smiles at the antics of the kids before moving on, everyone seemed to have their thing to do. Some dueled and played war, others rock-climbed which he gave it a few rounds up the wall but over all he was pretty bored. Remembering he still had the tool belt from the steel mill (aka Hephaestus's cabin), he decided it was time to return it. The cabin seemed empty, he had never gone around to the back where he found tools, forges and smelters that had him looking on in awe. It felt like he was back at home at the shop, he looked at&nbsp; large scrap of metal and without asking anyone began to work. <br><br>"A chariot...for the race..."<br>He mumbled to himself as the idea for something to build came to mind! Vincent found himself excited, so much work to do he looked around and saw no one, thinking they were all at lunch. Not even bothering to look or ask for permission he began to take scrap from the piles. He had done body work before, he figured pounding the kinks out of the scrap metal would give him the chance to have full control of the building process. The hammering of steel against and anvil began soon after that, Vincent found himself working accurately with the image he had in mind. Somehow he always ended up getting lost in his own little world, the night before at the stables and now he had this cabin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 06:10:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3647105#msg3647105">Quote from: Michi No Sora on 18-09-2010, 01:28:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><em>Tiffany</em></div><hr><br>"First off, I'm not your 'dear'. Secondly, yes...I forgot your name," she admitted with a small blush, but it faded quickly as he claimed to of given her plenty of clues, "You do know that nearly everyone here is related in some way, right?" Tiffany sneered before standing up with her hands on her hips, "I should of guessed it just by looking at you. Blond haired and arrogant...you're one of Apollo's brats. That explains it," she smirked before turning and heading back to her cabin's forge. <br><br>Once inside she got to work on melting down the drachma and some iron. Making dice wasn't hard and in no time she was sitting over an anvil with thick gloves on. She was handling one of the red-hot dice and pressing dot marks into it. It had to be done quickly or the die would cool and she'd have to start over again. The iron one was easy, but the gold one kept cooling and having to be melted back down and reshaped.<br><br>She worked on the dice and finished them in only an hour. Sighing and wiping the sweat from her forehead, she cooled down the dice in some water before handling them. After a quick polish they looked beautiful. Glinting and gleaming in the fire light. It was a shame she had to hand them over to Jeff. With another sigh, she headed out of the small forge to find him.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div align="center"><em>Jeff</em></div><br>Jeff shook his head and watched as Tiffany made her way out of the pavilion. The blond tucked his chair in and began to eat. His fingers wrapped around a hard boiled egg, he glanced at it before tossing it across the pavilion into the fire ' for Tyche' he thought stuffing a folded slice of toast into his mouth. If Jeff missed in his years away from champ half-blood it was the food, for some reason food made by someone else always tasted better. <br><br>After having his fill of the camp food Chaucer made his way down to the outskirts of the forest. He knew not to enter unarmed. Jeff took a seat under a laurel tree, in the past he had often sat under this tree to think. The Nymph whom was attached to the tree was an old friend, often Chaucer would smooth talk his way into her bush. He Sighed and looked up at the leaves, it seemed the nymph was off somewhere or sleeping. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 18:01:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Charles Beckendorf, Leader of Hephaestus' Cabin, talks with Vincent</em></div><hr><br>Stretching his arms above his head before rubbing his stomach a little, Charles walked back to his cabin. He was the Leader of Cabin 9, Hephaestus' cabin. Not many liked the god of the forges because he was 'ugly' and had that metal brace on his leg, but Charles liked his dad. Even if the man had never spoken to him directly, he knew that Hephaestus had some kind of love for his children. Why would be bother to claim them if he wasn't proud of them? Granted, the only ones that got claimed by him were ones that had managed to do something that impressed him. Charles had built a bronze dragon that used to protect the camp before the magical boundary was put in. That's what had got him claimed. The dragon was long gone, lost in the forest somewhere. All machines broke down eventually and Charles was sure the dragon had sensed it's own ending and shut itself down in the forest.<br><br>He saw his sister, Tiffany, storming past him and feared for whomever had pissed her off. Not that she was violent, but she could hold a grudge. What surprised him was to hearing hammering going on in their forge. As far as he knew, Tiffany had been the only one that wasn't at lunch with them. He was ready to crack someone's skull when he saw that it was that Vincent guy he'd loaned a work belt to earlier today. <br><br>Charles had a feeling that this guy, while didn't have the physical features normally attributed with children of Hephaestus, was his brother, "What you working on?" he smirked as he walked over to Vincent. Many younger kids were scared of him. A tall, muscular, black boy with a glare that would scare even most monsters was not what children wanted to see. Luckily, Charles knew how to soften his features when he wanted to, "Did ya fix up everything you wanted to?"<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Tiffany</em></div><hr><br>Tiffany waved off her brother as she looked around for Jeff. She eventually found him sitting near the forest. Men were always attracted to those wood nymphs. Even she had to admit that the tree girls were attractive. She stood a few feet away from him and thought about throwing the dice at his head. Instead she walked up behind him and put the dice in front of his face, holding them in the palm of her hand. The gold one (http://www.triktopz.net/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/ttdicegd.jpg) was on a six and the iron one (http://www.wilsonrailing.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/dice-index-main.jpg) was on a three, "There's your dice."<br><br>"Perfectly balanced," he'd not said he wanted fixed dice, "I even put a special celestial bronze core in each of them to make sure they weigh the same and you can throw them at monsters and it could cause harm to them," not much, but she liked doing stuff like that, "You'll never find a better pair of dice in the world. The only person that could make any better would be my father. Though I doubt you'll be talking to him any time soon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 00:27:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent and Charles </em></div><hr><br>Vincent hammering stopped when he realized he had company, it was the same guy who had let him borrow the tool belt and an alright guy as far as he was concerned. Looking up at him he smiled and nodded his head to greet him, placing the hammer to the side before inspecting his work with the naked eye. They had met briefly a few times through Abigale and he had returned on his own when he realized this cabin had everything he would ever want. Could he consider Charles a friend? Not quite, but they seemed to share a bond when it came to tools, cars and anything having to do with building. <br>"Hey, how was lunch?"<br>His finger slid along the reshaped metal which was being formed manually into a frame. <br><br>"Yea yea, for the most part, got a little backed up in the shower room so I didn't do anything, but at least the cabin I am bunking in does not feel like it is gonna fall apart." <br>Between the conversation he was busy, moving the steel part aside in a neat pile before digging another one out of the metal heap, dragging it to the forge.<br>"Abigale told me of this chariot race and I have this vision in my head, I needed to make it!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 19:25:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Harold returns to camp with Rosetta</em></div><br><br>Walking back into the campgrounds with Rose, he stopped just outside of the ring of cabins.&nbsp; Turning to smile at her, he lifted her hand to his lips, kissing the back of it.&nbsp; "Thanks for such an enjoyable start to the morning.&nbsp; I don't think I've ever had such a fun time at a lake before."&nbsp; Grinning, he continued towards the Hermes cabin.&nbsp; "I think a good shower is needed, and breakfast, and then I'll go off to try and find Chiron.&nbsp; What do you have planned for today?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 01:26:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Jeff</em></div><br>The Blond took the dice and smiled up at Tiffany, he had half expected her to not make them at all. It wasnt like she had sworn on the river Styx to make them, must have been the pride that most of the campers suffered from. When Jeff had originally been a camper years ago only children of Athena had the flaw, the occasional child of Apollo and Zeus would exhibit this back then. 'That was then' he thought getting to his feet after pocketing the dice. <br><br>" Why thank you Dear cousin for the lovely gift " he said semi-sarcastically, he doubted only Hephaestus could make better dice. Tiffany did have siblings after all and a few children of Poseidon&nbsp; knew their way around a forge. Chaucer brushed off the back of his long black and gold coat and began to chuckle, she believed he wasnt close to thee gods. If it was an assumption she was mistaken "Ah Tiffany you think me and Forge aren't close, Hephaestus often gives me a ring when Hermes is to busy to get his supplies". <br><br>While Hermes was fast and divine, his duties to Zeus would come before other gods. Picking up the slack were Fully trained <em>Hero's</em> like Jeff. The lame god often contacted Chaucer to obtain and deliver rare and dangerous items to him.<br><br><div align="center"><em>Phil</em></div><br>Chaucer it seemed had stopped his fixed dice game once Tiffany of Hephustus cabin had walked up and confronted him. Phil turned his attention back to his meal, he thought of Lexi for a brief moment before getting up from his seat. Greene walked out of the pavilion and looked around it was a bright sunny day, Mr. D must have been a good mood or he didnt really want to deal with rain. It was hard to understand just how the gods thought, they were not all knowing that was for sure. <br><br>The head of Demeter's cabin wondered if and when he would be called upon for a quest, sure he wasn't much for slaying monsters but every once and awhile it was nice to get out of the camp.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 19:22:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Several days later...</em></div><br><hr><br>The camp fell into routine fairly quickly. The forest was even more off limits than before due to recent events, but Mr. D wasn't going to put guards up or anything. The fact that no campers had died yet was very disappointing to him. Activities went on as normal. People ate and had fun. Except for the fact that the occasional giant spider that escaped from the forest and the lava flowing out of the top of the climbing wall, it was a pretty normal summer camp.<br><br>As the summer heated up girls played volleyball in bikinis, causing some of the satyr to trip and fall a lot. More so if those girls happened to be daughters of Aphrodite. Hephaestus' forges were always fired up and running night and day. The satyrs and Demeter's cabin kept the Strawberry Fields growing strong. The cabins of the Big Three were nearly silent as usual with so few children in them. And everyone else fell into place. <br><br>Chiron worried about the three on the Quest, but knew they would be okay. Things were different these days from back when he first started training heroes. There weren't as many dangers in the world today. Technology and such ensured that. But heroes still died. He managed to stave off the thoughts of the three new heroes dying by focusing on the upcoming Chariot Race.<br><br>Mr. D spent his days laying in a lawn chair on the porch of the Big House with a can of Diet Coke in his hand and a hat over his eyes and face. Sometimes sleeping, other times waiting for some brave kid to try and sneak up on him so he could scare them off.<br><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Abigale, Daughter of Hermes</em></div><br>Abigale's randomly died hair colors were slowly fading, but mostly due to the fact that she was taking more showers than usual (sometimes two or three a day). She blamed Vincent for this. Not that he was with her during all these shower trips, but she blamed him for those damn shower heads. <br><br>Thankfully, she did not let this interfere with her cabin duties. She was currently making her way around an empty Cabin #11 and cleaning it up while everyone was off at their daily activities.<br><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Nigel, Son of Poseidon</em></div><br>Nigel had spent the first week of camp swimming and barely anything else. Every morning, he did a few stretches before stripping down and diving into the bay just outside his family cabin. He'd swim till breakfast, eat, swim till lunch, eat, swim till dinner, eat, and then probably swim some more. Occasionally, he'd slip down to the stables and help out with the pegasi. Other than his sister, he had very few people he was interested in talking to. <br><br>He held nothing against his cousins and such, but he just wasn't much of a people person. Most of the time he was shooing off some younger girls that had come down to watch him swim because they realized he did so naked.<br><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Tiffany, Daughter of Hephaestus</em></div><br>Despite her seeming loathing for Jeff, the eldest son of Apollo, she spent a lot of time near him. Even taking to eating near him during meals. Mostly making sure he wasn't using the dice she'd made for him to cheat kids out of the money. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzi</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 20:00:24</strong>
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				<div align="center">Sam entering the camp</div><br>Sam sighed as he got to the entrance of the camp, he looked up at the sign and walked in.&nbsp; Sam was tall, with slick backed hair, bright blue eyes, and a seemingly constant 5 O'clock shadow.&nbsp; He did not get his good looks from his father, Hehestus, but rather his mother.&nbsp; Entering the camp, he noticed that no one seemed to be there.&nbsp; After about a minute of walking, Sam heard voices, and following them, arrived at the pavilion.&nbsp; there were thirteen tables, all with enough food for each camper.&nbsp; But, as Sam had only registered today, he didn't see any for him.&nbsp; <em>Good thing I ate before I got here...</em> He said, moving to a table with less people than the rest and sitting down.&nbsp; He smiled and looked at the other campers at his table.&nbsp; "Hi.&nbsp; I'm Sam... I just registered. He said.&nbsp; If he was going to be here for the summer, may as well make friends.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashes</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 21:54:26</strong>
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				<div align="center">Morgan entering the camp</div><br>Morgan looked at the map she had been given for a moment before deciding she might as well head to the cabins. Morgan folding up the map, putting it away carefully and picket up her bag, sliding the straps over one shoulder and headed off to the cabins. Looking around cursorily on the way but not pausing or stopping on her way, there would be plenty of time to check out the rest of the island after she had put her stuff away in the cabin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 22:07:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent socializing at lunch, on a break from his project. </em></div><hr><hr><br>Vincent had fallen into a routine since his arrival at the camps a few weeks ago. He was still learning of some of the various myths which were reality, but it was not mind blowing as it had been weeks before. Between working away on his secret project and being known as the "handy" man who just kept maintenance up the various buildings and their cabins. That morning he had woken up beside Abigale once more, sharing her bed and never bothering to find his own bunk with a smile as he kissed the back of her neck.<br><strong>"Going off to take a shower again?"</strong><br>He chuckled softly that morning against her back, giving her breasts a morning groping. The teases came from the first hand knowledge of what she was using the shower heads for even if he was more than willing to satiate her but she was loud and she wanted to give the campers a full night of sleep some evenings. He was out in the morning and ran into her a few times over the day but did not make it a habit, whatever they had at that moment was good enough for him. <br><br>He had gotten into long debates with the claimed son of Hephaestus, Charles, and that day it was no different. <br><strong>"Listen, I am telling you there is no way you can tune it down that low to make it silent and on top of that why would anyone want to tune them down. Those engines are made to make noise, but if you are willing to bet your golden wrench on it I'll put up that hammer you were eying the other day." </strong><br>The banter was going on back and forth, both guys were sweaty and oily, Vincent had been working on his chariot and Charles just kept himself busy on his own projects a mutual respect not to get to much to one anther's business to much, mostly by him since he was an unclaimed and just a guess of who his divine parents where but everyone (but Vincent) could already place him in cabin Hephaestus. <br><strong>"Hey look a new kid..hey you, new kid. Stop being lonely over there." </strong><br>Vincent called out and invited Sam over when he saw him sit with a bunch of the younger kids who sat at the least occupied table.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 12:39:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Entrance to the Camp</em></div><br>Callisto clung tightly to the bag that had been sent with her upon being sent here to this camp.&nbsp; While most wouldn't mind getting to stay at camp, she felt like she was being banished.&nbsp; And in a sense, she was.&nbsp; Her brother, Antares, had gotten in trouble for using his lute to punish a mortal without the consent of an elder.&nbsp; While Callisto hadn't gotten in trouble either, as far as actual punishment, she'd made enough of a splash that Apollo had decided it best to send her away for a while, until things calmed down.&nbsp; And so she was here, at this camp of all places.<br><br>She hadn't even had time to change from the stupid tunic they made her wear for the court.&nbsp; Traditions were fine and all, but there were some things that desperately needed to change.&nbsp; She knew for a fact her breast had slipped free on several occasions, and she suspected that was one reason they were kept around.&nbsp; The Gods, the men especially, were quite fond of women.&nbsp; It had been Poseidon himself that had raped Medusa, and Medusa's punishment for being the victim was to be turned into a monster by Hera, the God she'd once worshiped.&nbsp; The Gods played by their own rules, and so long as she remained a mortal, she had to obey.<br><br>The smell of strawberries drifted to her nose, and she found it wasn't too bad.&nbsp; Not overpowering, but enough to act like a natural air freshener.&nbsp; That was good, because she didn't want to think about what it could potentially smell like without that strawberry smell.&nbsp; Would it smell like bear farts?&nbsp; She shook her head to keep from giggling at the thought, and continued on.&nbsp; She had to find the registration area and sign in so that they didn't mark her as tardy.&nbsp; If they did, she'd probably be whisked away in a hurry to stand before her father and explain her tardiness.&nbsp; She didn't want to face her father after he'd sent her here.&nbsp; She didn't know if this was a punishment yet, so she assumed it was.<br><br>She approached the area and signed in, and was told that it was meal time.&nbsp; She was glad for that, hoping there might be something for her to enjoy.&nbsp; She hadn't had a chance to eat after the court, and she felt her stomach rumble as she opened the door to the Mess.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzi</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 14:38:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Sam at lunch</em></div><br>the other campers, much younger than himself, didn't talk much.&nbsp; They were more interested in food.&nbsp; sam sighed as he just waited for meal time to be over, looking around at the different groups of kids, young and old.&nbsp; Listening to bits of conversations as his eyes roamed around the pavillion.&nbsp; Suddenly, Sam heard someone yell at him.<br>"Hey you, new kid. Stop being lonely over there." Sam looked up and smiled.He stood up, grabbed his bag, and walked over.&nbsp; <br>"Hi." He said with a smiled, sitting down next to Vincent.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'm Sam." he said, stowing his bag under the table, on his feet, so that it was out of the way but he wouldn't forget it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 15:41:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent and Sam at Lunch<br></em></div><br>"You haven't even unpacked yet? You new to the camp? Get dropped off by one of the goats?" <br>Vincent's hand moved to wipe itself off on his jeans in order to reach over and shake the guy's hand before doing anything else. <br>"I'm Vincent and this over here is Charles, he is the shop manager for Hephaestus cabin." <br>He was not sure if Sam was a returning camper or if he was as green as he was when he arrived. Picking up his goblet he had it fill with cheery Dr. pepper before he drank. <br><br>Charles smiled and shook his head at Vincent. <br>"You think I would not know my own brother when I see him?"<br>The cabin leader nodded at his brother.<br>"Long time no see big bro." <br>Vincent looked confused but soon made the connection when it led back to cabin Hephaestus. Shrugging he went back to eating, returning to the conversation which varied from forging to tuning an engine. <br><br><br>(Dizzi your profile has you claimed, so I figure you and Charles know one another. Charles is an NPC but Michi plays him once in a while, so if you want to establish their relationship from earlier then you can talk to her about it.) <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzi</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 01:36:29</strong>
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				Sam shook his head, he hadn't unpacked yet, no.&nbsp; "Yeah.&nbsp; It's my first year." He said, shrugging.&nbsp; He shook Vincent's hand in a firm grip.<br>"Hasn't been long enough." Sam said, glaring at the cabin leader.&nbsp; "And Charles, I haven't forgotten when we first met and you pushed me into the river." Sam said with a slight scowl.&nbsp; <br><br>Sam, being as quiet as he was, didn;t contribute a whole lot to the conversation and, when lunch was done, said, "Can one of you guys bring me to my cabin?&nbsp; I don't know where it is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashes</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 15:02:57</strong>
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				<div align="center">Morgan at Lunch</div><br>Morgan stopped for a moment as she entered Athena's cabin, surprised at there being more then beds. She quickly put her bag onto the top bunk in a corner and took a quick look around. Only managing to tear herself away from the library because her stomach reminded her she should eat now... could get lost in the library later.<br><br>Morgan headed off towards the nearby Mess Hall confidently. Remembering without looking where it was on the map. She looked around as she got her food and headed over to a table where she'd have a good view of the rest of the pavilion. Happy to sit by herself and watch while she had a light lunch.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 15:12:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><br>Once the cabin was cleaned well enough, she jogged her way up to the eating pavilion. It was around lunch time, so most of the campers had made their way there by now. She saw Vincent sitting with other kids from Hephaestus' cabin. He'd spent a lot of time with the cabin leader Charles, which was a good thing. For the most part Charles was a good guy. He used to be a bit reckless, but he'd matured over the years. After seeing the two of them work together on somethings over the past week, Abigale was sure that Vincent was a son of Hephaestus. And while she would be glad to see Vincent get claimed, maybe even soon for all the work he was doing, she would kind of miss having him sleeping next to her. Though the Hephaestus cabin was much less crowded and they could possibly even slip her into his bunk for a few nights, which would be nice.<br><br>While it was no big secret that Vincent had been sharing her bed, she still felt a little wary being open about their possible relationship. Nothing was set in stone after all. So she just smiled and walked over to the three Hephaestus boys that were eating and lightly smacked Vincent in the back of the head, "That's for the shower comment you made this morning," she leaned down near Vincent's ear, "I'm free this afternoon after the archery lessons," she'd had very few free times since the first day, "See you all later," she smiled and headed over to the Hermes table to eat with her siblings.<br><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Charles</em></div><br>Charles Beckendorf was as sure as Abigale was that Vincent was one of his siblings. They guy was almost as good as he was with a hammer. Charles would never admit to someone being better than him in the forges, except maybe his father. He knew that Vincent was up to something with the Chariot Races. While there hadn't been a race in a number of years, he was determined to win. <br><br>"So, Abigale convince you to join her Chariot Team or you gonna join mine?" he asked as he watched the multi-hair colored leader of Hermes go join her siblings. Having Vincent on his team would help out a lot. <br><br>Charles turned his attention to Sam, but only for a moment, "You deserved it. You got in my way," he said simply. Just cause they were halfbrothers didn't mean he had to be nice to the other guy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 15:51:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent</em></div><hr><br>His eyes turned to Abigale with a lowered brow when he saw he got smacked but the aggression slipped away when he saw it was her. A smile spread across his face when she mentioned she was free in the afternoon which meant he would have to work double time to finish what he wanted to do on the Chariot. Abigale did not walk away unscathed, as she walked away Vincent gave her ass a pinch but fast enough everyone would miss it in case they were not paying attention specifically to the two of them. <br><br>Returning to the conversation between Charles with Sam he chucked at the sibling interaction before he stood up and sent his parent (whoever he was) a half of his Philly cheese steak. "Well ladies, Vincent here has a date later so I need to get back to work and finish up for the day. Once you are done flipping your hair..." He grinned at that because of Charles's choice to keep his hair very short, "You know where to find me." <br><br><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://tengossip.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/FP_4277063_Quinto_Zachary_LLR_122709_a.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Clint shows up for breakfast (lunch) </em></div><hr><br>Morning activities and events were typically something Clint avoided out of habit. In the earlier years when campers died he would send them to the underworld but this summer had been fairly slow. On that suspect he was extremely neutral on it, it was not as if he wished his cousins to die but in the event they did it was his task as a child of Hades to perform their duties. His sister had vanished a few days earlier without a word and the loss had gnawed at him at the back of his head, as long as he did not feel her life come to an end he was reassured enough and at least Zack was gone once more. Despite the warm weather he was cold and wrapped up in a sweater and cap, always over layered for the season but at least he was wearing less depressing colors that day which was a miracle on its own. The glasses were pushed up his forehead when he walked into the pavilion. <br><br>As he got something to eat he saw a raven haired girl siting off by her own and he felt compelled to approach her on her look alone. Another sister? She fit the profile to a daughter of Hades, it was a possibility his father had decided to go behind his beloved Persephone and have another child at last. Sitting across from Morgan he looked over at her and smirked with a nod of his head.<br>"If you sit alone, rumors start to fly. I once had one that I killed campers in their sleep and brought them back to life as my minions." <br>Clint's choice of food was always something fattening or loaded with sugar, the worst it could do was kill him anyway. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashes</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 16:36:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Morgan and Clint at Breakfast/Lunch (Depending which one you ask)</em></div><br>Morgan watched Clint walking over toward her. Taking in the way he moved as well as his looks. Not saying anything as he sat down, leaving it to him to start any conversation after coming over. Smiled a little crooked smile, clearly amused as he talked about rumors and noted he was likely a son of Hades from the 'rumor' he told about himself. "Imagine what the rumors will be like about me now that you've come over to sit with me then." she answered with humor clear in her voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 16:54:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Clint and Morgan at the dining Pavilion </em></div><hr><br>"In my defense you are sitting at my table." <br>Clint smirked and pointed down at the ancient wood that made up the table, an intricate design that curved artificially in a massive pattern was carved deep into the wood that only the magic of a wood nymph could heal. His name was not etched, but the table was more of a project he had done as a younger boy when he spent lots of time on his own when his abilities were feared and even loathed. "It also depends, would you rather be seen or ignored? Besides their could be far worse rumors, like those that spread about the whores from Aphrodite."He chuckled at her and forgot that he hadn't introduced himself. <br><br>"I'm Clint by the way, Cabin leader and son of Hades." <br>The other words were said in a lowered tone. Being leader of his father's cabin was only because he was the only one and it was not like he wore his lineage like a banner like some of the other demi-gods at camp half-blood. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashes</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 17:27:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Clint and Morgan at the dining Pavilion </em></div><br>Morgan looks at the pattern carved into the wood with interest. Memorizing it, so she could check later in the library in Athena's cabin, if it had any special meanings. She looks back up to Clint and gives a little shrug "I'm not really bothered about rumors, especially any started after I've only just arrived." Smiles her crooked smiles again, humor clear in her voice again "Those children of Aphrodite likely prefer their rumors to yours as well".<br><br>Morgans smile changes to a normal one, as Clint introduces himself, not looking bothered that he's a son of Hades. "Hello Clint. I'm Morgan, daughter of Athena" pauses for a moment. "What's being a cabin leader involve?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 18:06:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Clint and Morgan at the dining pavilion </em></div><hr><br>"So you are claimed, my guess was wrong" <br>Over the course of their conversation he had been eating and was nearly finishing up as his hunger was more important then some chit chat. <br>"You don't fit the typical profile of a daughter of Athena, for a moment I thought you would be a future sibling." <br><br>The carvings were nothing but ancient markings seen across the world throughout the ages. As a child he was as proficient in the rituals of the dead as he was in Greek like most children were wired. To a historian it was a rosetta stone into the rituals of past empires but to anyone else it was simple and basic vandalism. <br>"Cabin leader lets you haze the campers without consequence, I'll catch you around Morgan I have campers to terrorize." <br><br>Clint rose from his seat and tossed the plate and its scraps to his father before making his way down to the training grounds. He was in need of a little activity and perhaps a good spar. Stripping down and suiting up in bronze armor, shield and sword, he practiced to warm up and wondered if anyone would challenge him to a duel or a spar. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 20:50:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><br>She rubbed her backside a little as she made her way over to her table. She'd be sure to make him pay for that pinch later on. For now, her stomach was rumbling and she needed some food. She grabbed some food, pushing about half of it into the fire with a blessing to her father. She might not of gotten along with him very well, but he was still her father and had bailed her out of jail once.<br><br>Abigale saw Clint talking to some girl that she didn't recognize. There sure were a lot of new people this year, but sometimes that wasn't all that bad. Vincent sure was a good thing.<br><br>Finishing her food, she headed off to the archery field. The Apollo kids normally took care of it, but she liked helping out. The younger kids found her to be a little less intimidating than the Leader of the Apollo cabin since she wasn't a master at the sport. It was nearly 3:00 pm by the time she was helping the kids put up the training bows and arrows. If they proved to be good at it, then at the end of the year they would get their own set.<br><br>The multicolored haired girl made her way to the center fountain and splashed the cool water on her face to clean up a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashes</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 22:43:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Morgan</em></div><br>Morgan noded a goodbye to Clint. She continued to eat slowly, in no hurry to finish, continuing to watch the pavilion. Seeing everyone seeming to go where ever they liked, she decided to check out what the rest of the camp was like, get a feel for where everything was. Morgan wondered around the camp, not staying in any one place for long until she got to the training grounds. There she found a good spot to sit and watch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzi</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 00:13:29</strong>
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				Sam waved his hand to vincent as he left and looked back at Charles.&nbsp; "So.&nbsp; think you could show me where I could dump my stuff?" He asked.&nbsp; He didn't want to ask his half-bother for anything, much less directions.&nbsp; "What is Vincent working on anyways?" He asked.&nbsp; Sam felt a little out of place, a brother he had a grudge against as his cabin leader, and almost everyone else had been here for about a week before him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Masters</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 07:53:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em> Philomelus 'Phil' Greene Leader of Cabin Four </em></div><br>Phil had just finished tidying up Demeter's cabin, younger campers thought the Leaders had it good and most of the time they were right. However the extra responsibilities were annoying at times. His stomach let him know it was time to head over to the Pavillion and get some breakfast, <em>today cereal with fresh fruit would be nice </em> he thought as he made his way across the camp to the somewhat crowded dining pavilion. <br><br><div align="center"><em>Jason Aeneas Troy son of Aphrodite</em></div><br>A week or so had passed since his little talk with Lilac, since then Jason hadnt even bumped into her at camp. He sighed as he entered the pavilion. He wondered why he had such terrible luck, he also wondered if he would see her today. <br><br><div align="center"><em>Jeffrey 'Jeff" Chaucer son of Apollo</em></div> <br><br>Jeff was sitting under a tree he was contemplating how he would spend the next 357 day at camp half-blood. He had gotten over being pissed about the situation, now he was just worried he would get bored. The daughter of Hephaestus was not bad company though her constant watch on his activities was a tad annoying to day the least. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 12:56:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent puts the finishing touches on the chariot and looks for Abigale </em></div><hr><br>He had been working for days and the Chariot was finally complete, the actual product kept a secret from everyone including Charles himself. His design mixed elements of the ancient chariots with some of his own to handle stability and handling. Armored mesh plates made it incredibly durable and dangerous to other races, instead of spikes on the wheels he had rigged flame vents to keep other racers and horses away. The rules were vague and from what he heard the race got violent which had him prepare for it. Vincent had another problem, what would he use to power the chariot. He was no horse trainer and less a handler, since Abigale was his partner he made a note to ask her later that evening when they got together. <br><br>It was almost time for everyone to gather for dinner and recreation free time which had him sprinting down to the showers to scrub himself of the grime and oil that built up over the course of the day. His clothing had remained mostly the same: jeans, boots but instead of a tea shirt he wore a black button down long sleeve to look a little better than he normally did. The last few days they only saw one another in small run ins and when they went to bed, he was curious if he could talk her into going somewhere with just the two of them. All his thinking led to nothing, they were stuck in the camp so it was not as if they could escape but he would look into the idea. <br><br>On his way to look for Abigale he began to trash talk a few of the other racers as was becoming a normal event before dinner. In the last few days he was actually enjoying the camp and really no longer cared to be claimed, a little nervous that it would change everything that was "good" in his life. <br><br>
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