Introduction
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Growing up, your lifestyle was... rough at best. Your homelife was strange, unlike anything your friends and peers ever experienced. Your mom, or perhaps your dad, was the only parent in your life. The only stable adult figure who, you knew, loved you more than anything. They put up with your odd tendencies, they protected you from harsh realities as much as they possibly could, and tried their hardest to make you happy. They did the little things that no one else quite caught, the things that were guaranteed to make you smile. They were the best parent you could have ever had, hoped for, or even dreamed of. However, something wasn't quite right about the conversations you had about school or work or your friends. Perhaps it was a sense of depression. You could never quite live up to your parent's expectations. Maybe, instead, it was admiration. You loved your parent more than anything, and were always trying your hardest to make them proud, only to, more often than not, just barely fall short of the mark. Or, maybe, it was anger. How dare your other parent leave you and your single mom or single dad? How dare they make you live this life without them? Either way, this thought pervaded your mind, and consumed all others. Something was different with you and your family. You just weren't sure what. Either way, you were... different. Just different.
You liked to do different things than kids your age. You struggled to read English through dislexic eyes that were hellbent on frustrating you to no end. You could never sit still. Your mind was always somewhere else, doing something else, and not at all focused on what was right in front of you, much to the frustration of your parents and teachers. You moved frequently from place to place, never settling down for long. You were always getting shunted around from school to school, never making any lasting friendships, and struggling to fit in.
To top it all off, at some point, perhaps around your thirteenth birthday, you received an odd letter in the mail. The letter was enclosed in a thick, brown envelope, and stamped with a wax seal, like you'd see in the movies. It came from some weird address out on the east coast, down by the Carolinas. It's ink was an odd shade of purple, but you could only tell by shifting the envelope under the light. Otherwise, the ink was so dark, it seemed black. It was written in a scrawling cursive script, that only made it harder to read, after all, dislexic eyes aren't exactly the best at reading much of anything. When you open the letter, some weird piece of cloth falls out. It's a deep crimson red, but it's strangely lightweight, as If it weighed almost nothing at all. Not paying it too much attention, you open the letter, folded neatly into threes, and begin reading:
It's ok. We know.
We know about the struggles you and your single parent are having. Mom or dad not the only one in your life? Perhaps you've got a step parent, or maybe your caretaker is seeing someone who isn't related to you. Good for you, your homelife is mostly stable. Trust us, there could be worse things. Before you freak out and stop reading, just relax. You need to finish this letter. We know it sounds stupid, or clichéd, but the world's at stake here. Keep reading.
We know you get moved around from different schools often due to, "Attitude Problems" or, "Difficulty Adjusting." You struggle to concentrate on any one thing at at time, you're probably dislexic, you're antsy or jittery, perhaps you're having difficulties in your studies as well. Are we hitting a little too close to home? Fear not, no one's planning on harming you. While we know a lot about you, it's out business to know, after all, you're special. Let's stop the mindless chatter, shall we? Truth is, you know. You know you're different from other kids. You're faster, stronger, maybe you're even beginning to showcase stranger talents. Perhaps you can manipulate water? You can read ancient Greek? You're one heck of a strategist, or you're a fantastic orator or debater. Maybe all, maybe none of these things are true, but rest assured, something's not all right with the world, is it?
You've seen people following you, watching you. Those are most likely our scouts. People protecting you from the shadows. Watching and waiting for a sign that you truly are who we think you are. Or, worse yet, maybe someone you know isn't what they appear to be. Perhaps, every so often, their face contorts into something you'd only see in your worst nightmares. Don't worry, you're not crazy. What you're seeing is the Mist, a force that bends reality, so as to hide the ugly truth away from the unwitting masses of mortals. However, if the latter is true, you are in grave danger. Now, finally, we arrive at the truth. You are a halfblood. The parent you never knew, is most likely a deity. A God or Titan, who fell in love with your other parent and had you.
You are welcomed here, Halfblood. You are receiving this letter for two reasons. The first is to invite you to formally attend Camp Fullblood for as long as you and your parents feel comfortable. If you only wish to stay during the summer, or if you'd like to stay at camp year round, we understand, and are more than willing to fill your needs. We have qualified year-round, and summer staff, who have the knowledge and experience you need to truly come into your own, and mature as a Halfblood. The second reason is, your specific talents are required here, at Camp Fullblood. This Camp will be the first of it's kind. The first to combine children of both Titanic and Godly origins in order to make peace amonst our brethren, and bring age old grudges to an end.
Now that you know, you need to talk with your parents. Show this letter to them, once they see the flag, which we've enclosed, they'll know what's happened. If you need our help, fly this flag in any of your windows, make sure it can be seen clearly. Our scouts, the satyrs, will find you as soon as they can. Watch yourself Halfblood, know that you know what you are, you'll begin to attract unwanted attention. If at all possible, you'll need to get to Camp Fullblood as soon as you can. The address, as well as directions from your home, are listed below. Be careful and burn this letter once you and your parent have made a course of action.
Yours,
We know about the struggles you and your single parent are having. Mom or dad not the only one in your life? Perhaps you've got a step parent, or maybe your caretaker is seeing someone who isn't related to you. Good for you, your homelife is mostly stable. Trust us, there could be worse things. Before you freak out and stop reading, just relax. You need to finish this letter. We know it sounds stupid, or clichéd, but the world's at stake here. Keep reading.
We know you get moved around from different schools often due to, "Attitude Problems" or, "Difficulty Adjusting." You struggle to concentrate on any one thing at at time, you're probably dislexic, you're antsy or jittery, perhaps you're having difficulties in your studies as well. Are we hitting a little too close to home? Fear not, no one's planning on harming you. While we know a lot about you, it's out business to know, after all, you're special. Let's stop the mindless chatter, shall we? Truth is, you know. You know you're different from other kids. You're faster, stronger, maybe you're even beginning to showcase stranger talents. Perhaps you can manipulate water? You can read ancient Greek? You're one heck of a strategist, or you're a fantastic orator or debater. Maybe all, maybe none of these things are true, but rest assured, something's not all right with the world, is it?
You've seen people following you, watching you. Those are most likely our scouts. People protecting you from the shadows. Watching and waiting for a sign that you truly are who we think you are. Or, worse yet, maybe someone you know isn't what they appear to be. Perhaps, every so often, their face contorts into something you'd only see in your worst nightmares. Don't worry, you're not crazy. What you're seeing is the Mist, a force that bends reality, so as to hide the ugly truth away from the unwitting masses of mortals. However, if the latter is true, you are in grave danger. Now, finally, we arrive at the truth. You are a halfblood. The parent you never knew, is most likely a deity. A God or Titan, who fell in love with your other parent and had you.
You are welcomed here, Halfblood. You are receiving this letter for two reasons. The first is to invite you to formally attend Camp Fullblood for as long as you and your parents feel comfortable. If you only wish to stay during the summer, or if you'd like to stay at camp year round, we understand, and are more than willing to fill your needs. We have qualified year-round, and summer staff, who have the knowledge and experience you need to truly come into your own, and mature as a Halfblood. The second reason is, your specific talents are required here, at Camp Fullblood. This Camp will be the first of it's kind. The first to combine children of both Titanic and Godly origins in order to make peace amonst our brethren, and bring age old grudges to an end.
Now that you know, you need to talk with your parents. Show this letter to them, once they see the flag, which we've enclosed, they'll know what's happened. If you need our help, fly this flag in any of your windows, make sure it can be seen clearly. Our scouts, the satyrs, will find you as soon as they can. Watch yourself Halfblood, know that you know what you are, you'll begin to attract unwanted attention. If at all possible, you'll need to get to Camp Fullblood as soon as you can. The address, as well as directions from your home, are listed below. Be careful and burn this letter once you and your parent have made a course of action.
Yours,
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You were shocked. Your missing parent was... is, a Greek deity? In a hurry, confused, and maybe even a little dizzy, you rush to your parent, presenting them the letter and flag. A look of horror dawns on their face, perhaps they fell over, or had to sit down. However, one thing is true of all cases: slowly at first, your parent tells you the truth. They described how wonderful your other parent was, the reasons that they loved them, and fell in love with them. The described a time, before you were born, of utter bliss. There was nothing but love between them, and they were happy. Next, naturally, came you. While your mortal parent was elated, your divine parent was worried. For you came along with a warning from your divine parent. As a child of both worlds, you won't be safe forever. As you grow and become more powerful, monsters and other terrors will hunt you down, driven with ravenous hunger towards the smell of a halfblood. Taking the flag from you, your parent turns the soft fabric over in their hands. There is a silence. It seems to stretch for eternity before your mortal parent shapes two words with their mouth: "You're going."
So, the truth revealed, you make plans with your parent. Plans to send you to camp immediately that summer. While school is in session, the smell of other children will disguise you, and you have the Camp's scouts to protect you, but come summer time, you'll make your way to camp. After all, you're needed. The flag is flown in a window of yours. It's golden symbol of a lightning bolt crossed with a hand sickle is embossed on a field of red. The mark of a Halfblood, bound for camp Fullblood. Though the flag carries no magic on its own, the sign is seen by the satyr assigned to you. Perhaps they make contact, perhaps they don't. Ether way, when the school year finally ends you're off to camp for the summer.
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So! Welcome to Camp Fullblood, the newest camp for halfbloods, sons and daughters of the deities of old. Perhaps you know your parent, perhaps you don't, but either way, you're in for one hell of a summer. The teachers of old have been resurrected, and put on duty for your benefit. Amphytriton, Castor, Autolycus, Eurytus, and Eumolpus have all answered the call to train halfbloods who come to camp, be they children of Titans or Gods. While at camp, you will learn all of the basics, arts and crafts, swordsmanship, chariot racing, military tactics, singing and dancing, cooking, orienteering, survival skills, and so much more. Camp starts early everyday at 8:00 in the morning, where you will be placed, according to your parent, in hour long classes that will supplement your strengths, and cover your weaknesses. After lunch you'll have free time to pursue any practice you like until dinner. Campers who are caught in unsupervised/suspicious activities will be punished according to the severity of their actions. Afterwards, there will be some form of all camp game, be it capture the flag, chariot racing, team relays, decathlon, or what have you, followed by a closing campfire and bedtime. Campers caught out of bed, or sneaking off into other cabins after lights out will be punished according to the severity of their actions. However, sneaking off and getting into trouble hardly sounds anywhere near as relaxing with your cabin mates, sharing stories about your day, and winding down in preparation for tomorrow's jam-packed schedule. Not only will you spend your summer making lasting friendships, but you can learn valuable skills and life lessons to protect yourself outside of camp.
However, beneath all the camp games, silly songs, and activities, something is wrong. Monsters are becoming more bold, attacking the Camp borders in broad daylight. The Camp's patrols write the attacks off as stupidity or savagery. You know better. Monsters never move with that much coordination, that much restraint. Something is making those monsters dance in the palm of its hand. Whatever that thing is, it can't be good for you and the others at camp. A foul wind blows from the west, sending the strange scents of terrible monsters of the deep to the ready noses of the Camp's satyrs, bringing news of ancient threats whose names are all but forgotten. Terrible storms ravage the coast, making their way inland, a sign of a disturbed sea and terrified winds. Even the old Oracle, sitting high up in the attic of the main office has been seen rocking to and fro. Campers who are sent to see Amphytriton seldom catch scraps of what sounds like prophecy. Dark warnings of wicked intent that carry the name Ouranos. The same rumors whisper of an imminent Gigantomanchy, with you and your new friends caught smack in the middle of it all. If the rumors are true, fate is slowly spelling out a plot to destroy the world, taking out the Gods, the Titans, and all of humanity as we know it with one fell swoop. Can these new allies put aside their old rivalries and band together to save the world?
NOTE: I AM NO LONGER ACCEPTING CHARATCTERS. I AM VERY SORRY FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE.
Characters | Players:
Yvonne Sams | Daughter of Ares | Played by FuyuHana
Wallace Jennings | Son of Selene | Played by XShishioX
Lucas O'Connell | Son of Poseidon | Played by Soki
Alexandra Lopez | Daughter of Hermes | Played by jackrules158
Mirajane Stanhope | Daughter of Aphrodite | Played by Arabella13
Westley Berdon | Son of Hades | Played by Aftershock
Phoenix Akari | Daughter of Hyperion | Reserved by Purpl3_Flam3s
Minna Dietrich | Daughter of Mnemosyne | Played by Elyson
Halfblood 9 | Son of Prometheus | Played by Buddywazzizname
Kurai Tenma | Son of Kronos | Played by Miss_Dreamer
Character Skelly:
Yvonne Sams | Daughter of Ares | Played by FuyuHana
Wallace Jennings | Son of Selene | Played by XShishioX
Lucas O'Connell | Son of Poseidon | Played by Soki
Alexandra Lopez | Daughter of Hermes | Played by jackrules158
Mirajane Stanhope | Daughter of Aphrodite | Played by Arabella13
Westley Berdon | Son of Hades | Played by Aftershock
Phoenix Akari | Daughter of Hyperion | Reserved by Purpl3_Flam3s
Minna Dietrich | Daughter of Mnemosyne | Played by Elyson
Halfblood 9 | Son of Prometheus | Played by Buddywazzizname
Kurai Tenma | Son of Kronos | Played by Miss_Dreamer
Character Skelly:
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*Many thanks, much love, and the BIGGEST of shout-outs to Ms. FuyuHana, who's basically done my job for me. Without her support, enthusiasm, and sheer awesomeness, this Roleplay, as you see it, would not exist.
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Nervously, Amphytriton paced his study. Today was a simple Monday, it marked the beginning of the second week of camp. The first had gone absolutely swimmingly, despite the general antsy-ness and awkward teenage introductions, Camp Fullblood was up and running, so why? Why was Amphytriton so... worried? There had been no word from the Oracle, a young woman possessed by the spirit of Dodona, the Ancient Oracle of Epirus. There had been no early warnings of beasts or blessings from the Satyrs. So why, then? Why should Amphytriton worry? Was it troubles with the campers themselves? No. While rowdy, campers could be punished and controlled. Further, Amphytriton was a capable teacher, he never had troubles identifying with his charges, or helping them to learn to use their gifts to the best of their abilities. It wasn't the camp's finances either. With donations from established, and fully grown, Halfbloods, on top of the Camp's business front, a sizable peach plantation manned by dryads and satyrs, the camp was in no danger of forclusure. Then what? What on Earth could make Amphytriton worry? What could bring him to feel as if something terrible was coming? Something no mortal nor god could protect them from? What shadow lurked beyond his sight, setting foul plots in motion? Only time would tell. Finally exhausted from his musings, Amphytriton gave up. He sighed, chuckling, and poured himself a cup of tea. Sitting down, Amphytriton picked up a roughly worn notebook. It's pages were filled with nonsensical scribblings and odd diagrams depicting cannons that fired pumpkins. Amphytriton lazily turned the page and began writing a set of columns. In each column, he put the names of his campers, making sure no one person was in both columns, effectively creating teams. Last week, the all camp game had been a decathlon, and while the sporting events were well received, Amphytriton knew what the children really wanted: Capture the Flag.
Outside the main office, which housed the quarters for the teachers, the oracle, and the other staff, a raucous carnival was taking place. From the far end of the Camp's playing field, to the shores of the camp's beach, all manner of festivities were taking place. Though the large field at the most westerly point of camp was closed, as Capture the flag had not yet started, the satyrs and dryads were busily setting the playing field for the upcoming game. Further east, and at the northern border, was the camp's stables. Immediately south of the stables, was a racing track and coliseum, built to house events and games of all kinds. Further east, in the direct center of camp, lay the Dining Pavilion and kitchen. South of the pavilion was the camp store as well was the main office for camp. Further east and to the north of the dining pavilion, lay the central field. Here campers could practice and home their skills, participate in all manner of scheduled camp activities and classes, and, currently, was the central location of all the games for the festival. This center field was often modified to house other events and activities, such as dodgeball or debates, and was the flattest, most well groomed field in all of camp. To the south of the central field lay the Cabin Circle, wth Zeus and Kronos Cabins at the head, the cabins for Divine Fathers were all on the right, and the Divine Mothers all on the left. Each cabin was split into boys and girls dorms, and each had plenty of space to fit as many as up to thirty children. At each of the four cardinal direction, placed strategically on the inside of the cabin circle, were a set of bathrooms and showers, each split into both genders, and capable of housing up to ten occupants on either side at once. Finally, at the furthest east of camp, lay the beach, where campers could swim, surf, sail, canoe, and row during their free time, or during scheduled events and classes.
As mentioned previously, to celebrate the first successful week at Camp, Amphytriton and the other staffers, were throwing a huge festival, complete with a buffet and as many games and activities as a young halfblood could want. So what are you waiting for? Your friends are all there? Join the party!
Outside the main office, which housed the quarters for the teachers, the oracle, and the other staff, a raucous carnival was taking place. From the far end of the Camp's playing field, to the shores of the camp's beach, all manner of festivities were taking place. Though the large field at the most westerly point of camp was closed, as Capture the flag had not yet started, the satyrs and dryads were busily setting the playing field for the upcoming game. Further east, and at the northern border, was the camp's stables. Immediately south of the stables, was a racing track and coliseum, built to house events and games of all kinds. Further east, in the direct center of camp, lay the Dining Pavilion and kitchen. South of the pavilion was the camp store as well was the main office for camp. Further east and to the north of the dining pavilion, lay the central field. Here campers could practice and home their skills, participate in all manner of scheduled camp activities and classes, and, currently, was the central location of all the games for the festival. This center field was often modified to house other events and activities, such as dodgeball or debates, and was the flattest, most well groomed field in all of camp. To the south of the central field lay the Cabin Circle, wth Zeus and Kronos Cabins at the head, the cabins for Divine Fathers were all on the right, and the Divine Mothers all on the left. Each cabin was split into boys and girls dorms, and each had plenty of space to fit as many as up to thirty children. At each of the four cardinal direction, placed strategically on the inside of the cabin circle, were a set of bathrooms and showers, each split into both genders, and capable of housing up to ten occupants on either side at once. Finally, at the furthest east of camp, lay the beach, where campers could swim, surf, sail, canoe, and row during their free time, or during scheduled events and classes.
As mentioned previously, to celebrate the first successful week at Camp, Amphytriton and the other staffers, were throwing a huge festival, complete with a buffet and as many games and activities as a young halfblood could want. So what are you waiting for? Your friends are all there? Join the party!
The setting changes from Camp Fullblood, just outside Fort Sumter to Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Monday. Worse day of the week. End of a weekend. And started the second week of camp. As much as he would rather me with his mother during the summer he was a danger to her most of the time. Being the son of Kronos brought many enemies. Camp was the only area where he and his mother would stay safe. A sigh escaped his lips as he sat up. He was alone in his cabin being the only son of Kronos at this camp. He wasn't a big fan of other people anyway, so this was perfect for him. Ten ran his hands through his white hair before standing up.
Today was also festival day and he was being forced to go. All the campers were being forced to go. It was just a one of those mandatory things that needed to be done. Ten shuffled to his bathroom and cleaned up a bit.He has been cooped up in his cabin for a while: reading, listening to music, and sleeping. It was just what he did when he wasn't being bothered by Phoenix. They were friends. Well at least he knew Phoenix thought that way. She respected the fact that he doesn't talk much. She has a conversation with herself while he nods in approval or disapproval. Simple job. He hung out with her for that reason alone. But now he is being forced to hang out with other people here as well. Doing things he didn't find fun at all.
Ten grabbed his iPod and headphones. He put his headphones on and increased the volume to the maximum. It was playing Demons by Imagine Dragons. He opened the cabin doors and he could see the festival. It was very bright with all the lights and seemed joyful from the sight of laughter. All he could hear was his music. He was grateful that he couldn't hear the lame carnival music that always sounds like it was light years away. Slowly he walked through it, glancing at people who attended the camp. It's not that he didn't like the people, he had nothing in common with them. And he would just rather not speak to them.
OOC: Don't forget! Call Kurai, "Ten". Anyone who calls him Kurai is immediately on his bad side. :)
Al jumped out of bed quickly getting ready for the camp activities. He looked around his room if you could call it that. He shared the Themis cabin with one other camper. She was alright by normal standards and decent by his. She was quiet and respectful and like him didn't have much time for those trying to further themselves. They'd reached a quick understanding about most of Al's oddities and hers as well. Which was good since for the first few days she wouldn't stop bothering him about his hair.
He shrugged as he fixed a few things putting them back in their place after he'd knocked them over last night. Once he'd finished fixing everything and getting ready he was about to walk out the door and join the festivities when he stopped turning around he grabbed the golden bracers his mother had given him. While it was unlikely he would need them it was comforting to know that he could defend him self when needed. Another flick of thought and he grabbed his cloak throwing the hood up. It wasn't cold but the fewer people who could see and question his hair the better day he'd have.
Having finally gotten ready for the day he walked out of the cabin and began to look through the different games. Finding nothing that interested him he walked to the dining pavilion for breakfast. Going through the line he grabbed two pomegranates. He deftly cut them open and as he walked by the ever burning fire knelt down and set two of the halves into the fire. It was more than they had to offer, but giving one of two to his mother seemed more fair even if the Titans didn't really need it it just seemed right that he did. He sat down towards the back corner of the pavilion and began picking through the seeds wondering when the big game announcement would come through telling everyone what their evening activities would be.
He shrugged as he fixed a few things putting them back in their place after he'd knocked them over last night. Once he'd finished fixing everything and getting ready he was about to walk out the door and join the festivities when he stopped turning around he grabbed the golden bracers his mother had given him. While it was unlikely he would need them it was comforting to know that he could defend him self when needed. Another flick of thought and he grabbed his cloak throwing the hood up. It wasn't cold but the fewer people who could see and question his hair the better day he'd have.
Having finally gotten ready for the day he walked out of the cabin and began to look through the different games. Finding nothing that interested him he walked to the dining pavilion for breakfast. Going through the line he grabbed two pomegranates. He deftly cut them open and as he walked by the ever burning fire knelt down and set two of the halves into the fire. It was more than they had to offer, but giving one of two to his mother seemed more fair even if the Titans didn't really need it it just seemed right that he did. He sat down towards the back corner of the pavilion and began picking through the seeds wondering when the big game announcement would come through telling everyone what their evening activities would be.
Phoenix bit her lip as she looked up at the dark forest. It's dark now but once she lit it up...Wait, she can't be thinking like that. She already got a warning from Amphytriton from the first time she set something on fire on purpose. It was one of the counselors cabins, and let me tell you something. It was a beautiful sight. The way the flames licked at the wood and spread over it. It was like a beautiful dance, but it was stopped by the staff. It was disappointing and Phoenix felt her heart break bit. Amphytriton had taken her to his office and gave her a whole lecture. Something about setting things on fire is bad, blah blah blah. Of course she didn't listen. I think Amphytriton knew she was going to attempt to do it again.
Phoenix groaned in frustration and jabbed her fist into a tree trunk. It hurt like hell but she was angry so it masked some of the pain. She sat on the ground and looked through the forest. She didn't know what lurked behind those trees but that would soon be revealed when she set it up in flames. Just the thought of it had her sighing blissfully. It would be like a famous painting, but in real life...did that make sense? Phoenix looked at her palm and the object she held. It was a lighter. She wasn't strong enough to produce her own fire/light without killing someone or hurting them. She looked at the woods once again before sighing and tossing the lighter into the woods and watched it get swallowed by the darkness. Why was this so hard?
She remembered a time when she burned down a whole building -mind you that it was an abandoned one- and her step dad/guardian told her that she had to control the urges. He said that her father had the same urges but it wasn't structures he burned down, it was usually entire cities. What Phoenix would give to see a sight like that. Probably the world. He also said that it's a bad habit and usually leads to her becoming evil. Now let's get one thing straight. Phoenix is not an evil person. Yes anger is her main personal but so it being calm. So it's like a good vs, evil thing going on.
That's when the pain of her bruised knuckles actually kicked in, now that her thoughts weren't angry. She hissed a little at the pain and cradled her hand to her chest and got up of the grass. Everyone was probably hanging out together probably having the time of their lives but here was Phoenix having an inner battle with herself. What she needed right now was to listen to Burn by Ellie Goulding. It's a good song. And if that wouldn't work, then a video game would, but this is a camp. Electricity isn't the main priority. Shaking her head at herself she started to walk towards the festival quietly hoping not to alert anyone of her presence.
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Alex wandered through the carnival one hand in her pocket, while to most it looked like she was trying to find a game to play at one of the booths, but in all reality she planned on robbing one of them at least. Alex had worked hard the first week to try not to steal from anyone this of course didn't actually work for her. Three days in she had stolen a Nintendo ds from one her cabin mates and was already starting to vet bored of it video ganes weren't Alex's thing. She looked at one of thd cheesey ring toss booths and decided not to steal from then " too obvious" she mumbled to herself. As she went back to wandering aimlessly though the carnival she recognized Ten who was the son of Kronos. Alex smirked when she saw the headphones and began to sneak up on him eager to pick his pocket. Most campers she noticed didn't carry much but a few drachmas or even a feee bucks, but those few dollars quickly added up one time she even swiped an ipod. She used that as her primary music source mst of the music she pirated. Her hand twitched nervously as she crept up on Ten there was always a huge chance of getting caugut and she didnt want ampytriton punishing her already, but it was too late it was impulse that made her do this like an involuntary twitch. She finally got close to him going for his left pocket, she wasn't dumb enough to ry his back pocket that was a sure fire way to get caught. Shee slipped her handin and began feeling around for something of value.
Minna sat alone in her cabin. It was not uncommon for the children of Titans to be the only in their cabin, but it was certainly a change from the bustle of Hermes' cabin. She had stayed there a few days of the first week of camp, but that was before she had been claimed. According to Amphytriton, it is strange for a hero to be claimed so quickly, but sure enough an hourglass symbol burned over her head one day in the mess hall for all to see. She had finally found the identity of her mother, Mnemosyne.
All too soon, she left the cabin of friendly faces and found her new, permanent home. She didn't mind being alone, but it had been over a week and she hadn't yet made any friends. Her goal for this week was to seem more approachable and to make this yearlong experience more fun.
Recently, she found a journal in the back of one of the cabinets. According to a boy she asked, it was a journal from the past few kids to pass through Mnemosyne's cabin. Unfortunately, she couldn't read the thoughts and experiences of her brothers or sisters. This only made her feel more alone. She finally had siblings, but there was no way she would ever know them. Minna had not yet met anyone she would trust enough to read it to her. They were a special gift that she wanted to keep to herself.
She ran her fingers over the pages, feeling the indent of the writing. With a frustrated sigh, she dropped the book onto her bed and pulled on her sweater. It was time to face the day and make some friends.
As soon as she saw the festivities going on outside, she broke into a grin. She'd never been to a festival before and she would certainly enjoy this.
Luke wasn't really into the whole 'festival' scene; to many bad horror movies with carny killers, regardless of the fact that he was a half-blood of a Greek God and that he didn't have to worry to much about mortal killers, as much as monsters. Though this didn't change the fact that he really didn't feel the need to participate It had nothing to do with his swordsmanship, nor his abilities with water, so he wasn't going to bother, in fact he was going to be lazy and just enjoy the silence of the beach area. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the company of others, it was just more to his style to enjoy areas where he could easily take a nice cat-nap.
His life had camp had been a series of punks on random campers, and realistic excuses to get out of things he didn't enjoy, as he had understood they were here to learn how to survive out in the world that was literally out to kill them, not make wallets and sing camp-fire songs, did he seem like the type to sing a camp-fire song? A surfboard shoved into the sand and his head rested against his arms that braced his back against the surfboard.
A gentle breeze, and the calm sounds of the water slapping the shore, was more soothing then the happy noises and terrible carny music playing behind him. Luke was perfectly relaxed and nearly asleep, but few stray campers who's laughs and loud voices made him open his eyes with a sigh. "Never a moment of peace.." He mumbled to himself standing up and brushing the sand off the back of him. Once he finished with that he grabbed his board and moved his way back towards his cabin.
The only son of Poseidon was fine with him, an entire cabin all to himself meant he could sleep there without the worry of some half-sibling interrupting his naps, that and with the sea-foam fountain, and the coral decorations on the wall, as well as the wall being build with different types of coral, and other sea things. Once he put his board away, and exited the cabin. He let out a light sigh, a nap interrupted; a safe-heaven invaded he was left with no other choice but to try and enjoy a bit of the festival; maybe the dinning pavilion after sleeping a good meal sounded, well good.
A short walk to the dining pavilion, stopped by a recognized face. Minna; "Hey there" he called out. "why aren't you hitting up the festivities, I didn't take you for the type to skip out on the possibility of making new friends." He said this with a simple shrug of his shoulders. He personally wouldn't be skipping out on it either if he found something he liked to do, but he had to have the urge to find something he liked to do there, it was a circle of hypocritical laziness. Though it was sometimes just an act, he normally wasn't really lazy half the time when he'd escape out of doing something he didn't like, he could be found practicing his swordsmanship, or he could actually be found sleeping it was a fifty/fifty kinda thing. "I know, wanna take in the sights together? maybe you could even help me prank some other campers?" He suggested it could be fun having someone along on one of his pranks. Though even if they didn't do that, at least hanging around with someone could be a way for him to get out of the habit of always getting out of situations to nap.
His life had camp had been a series of punks on random campers, and realistic excuses to get out of things he didn't enjoy, as he had understood they were here to learn how to survive out in the world that was literally out to kill them, not make wallets and sing camp-fire songs, did he seem like the type to sing a camp-fire song? A surfboard shoved into the sand and his head rested against his arms that braced his back against the surfboard.
A gentle breeze, and the calm sounds of the water slapping the shore, was more soothing then the happy noises and terrible carny music playing behind him. Luke was perfectly relaxed and nearly asleep, but few stray campers who's laughs and loud voices made him open his eyes with a sigh. "Never a moment of peace.." He mumbled to himself standing up and brushing the sand off the back of him. Once he finished with that he grabbed his board and moved his way back towards his cabin.
The only son of Poseidon was fine with him, an entire cabin all to himself meant he could sleep there without the worry of some half-sibling interrupting his naps, that and with the sea-foam fountain, and the coral decorations on the wall, as well as the wall being build with different types of coral, and other sea things. Once he put his board away, and exited the cabin. He let out a light sigh, a nap interrupted; a safe-heaven invaded he was left with no other choice but to try and enjoy a bit of the festival; maybe the dinning pavilion after sleeping a good meal sounded, well good.
A short walk to the dining pavilion, stopped by a recognized face. Minna; "Hey there" he called out. "why aren't you hitting up the festivities, I didn't take you for the type to skip out on the possibility of making new friends." He said this with a simple shrug of his shoulders. He personally wouldn't be skipping out on it either if he found something he liked to do, but he had to have the urge to find something he liked to do there, it was a circle of hypocritical laziness. Though it was sometimes just an act, he normally wasn't really lazy half the time when he'd escape out of doing something he didn't like, he could be found practicing his swordsmanship, or he could actually be found sleeping it was a fifty/fifty kinda thing. "I know, wanna take in the sights together? maybe you could even help me prank some other campers?" He suggested it could be fun having someone along on one of his pranks. Though even if they didn't do that, at least hanging around with someone could be a way for him to get out of the habit of always getting out of situations to nap.
Mirajane Stanhope
Mirajane woke up and looked around her cabin. She’d never gone to any sort of summer camp and had never in fact had any roommates before either. The whole having to wake up at a certain time in the daytime really bummed her out, being a girl who naturally loves sleeping…likes naps and stuff.
Anyways, Mira get dressed and prettied herself by brushing her hair and putting on her favorite sun dress (The lacey neck magenta colored dress). She liked how it fit her and how flattering it was to her figure, she just hoped that people wouldn’t jump to any conclusions about her choices in clothing as it was very feminine of her to almost always be wearing sun dresses or any kind of skirts or dresses for that matter.
After fulfilling her daily morning routine, Mira grabbed her latest reading book, “Greek Monsters: The Famous and Infamous.” She stepped out of the cabin and into the warm sunlight and fresh air. “Ahh.” She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly with a content smile. “What a perfect day.” She started walking around the camp and saw all kinds of people running about. She passed the training area and saw a couple of muscle-y guys trying to impress a few girls who were giggling and watching them. Mirajane looked closely between the girls and boys and saw that only one girl and one boy were actually in a relationship together…the others were just there to watch and flirt. Mirajane thought it innocent and a bit funny and giggled as she went on her way, unnoticed by them all. She then walked to the festivities in the center of the camp and looked around eagerly at the fun colorful games. She saw ring toss, javelin throwing, duels between a few skilled swordsmen, and of course the food. She went over and grabbed an apple then thanked the lady who gave it to her, then headed over to the picnic area. Mirajane hummed a lovely song to herself and found a spot on the soft, green grass and holding the apple in her mouth she began to sit down and read her book.
As she read she couldn’t help, but get a funny feeling about the upcoming events for the days. Even though she didn’t know what the counselors had planned for their activities, she felt like she would either be disappointed or frightened by it. As she was worrying about nothing to herself she caught a glimpse of a few people she knew; Alexandra, Kurai,and of course Lucas, who looked like he was up to trouble again…or maybe he looked like he was trying to find a place to nap, Mira couldn’t tell. After, finishing her apple and placed it next to her not wanting to throw it somewhere and potentially hurt someone and continued to read her book. As she read she couldn’t help but twist her golden bow that was in its current form, the ring.
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Wallace was, predictably, very excited. After all, not everyday was a private carnival for you and your friends at camp. Wallace jumped out of bed and ran, practically naked, to the showers, giggling like a madman, with nothing more than a towel covering his naked butt. After showering, extensively washing and dying his wild mane of hair, brushing his teeth, and making his way back to Selene's cabin, Wallace did what was normal, and got dressed. As he got ready for the day, donning his usual assortment of unusual clothes, Wallace lit some incense at the shrine in his cabin. Most cabins had some form of devotional shrine to their patron, whether it was the forge over at Hephaestus cabin or the fountain in Poseidon cabin. Each dwelling had a specific way to communicate with their patron, and for Selene's cabin, it was just a simple shrine in the shape of a circle, marked with the phases of the moon. As he did every morning, Wallace lit a small stick of incense and said a prayer to his mother, asking for nothing more than patience with him. He knew he wasn't exactly the sanest duck in the pond, but he loved his mother and his family, and all he wanted was his mother to be proud of him. As Wallace got dressed, he talked to the shrine, telling his mother about his plans for the day, the adventures of the previous day, how he was doing, how his friends were doing, and just trying to keep his mother involved in his life. Luckily, Wallace was the only inhabitant of his cabin, so talking to no one didn't look as weird. By the time he was finished getting ready, the incense finished burning, filling the cabin with the smell of juniper berries and citrus fruits. Wallace smiled, it smelled like summer. When his hair had been carefully pulled back into a ponytail, his clothes finally arranged so that they somewhat matched each other, and his bracelet wound tightly around his right wrist, Wallace was ready to play! He calmly proceeded through the window next to his bed, clambered out, and dropped the the ground below. Wallace's window was then promptly shut, and he made his way to the festival.
Wallace, as excited as he was, couldn't keep himself contained for too long. He took one look at the rows of games, food, and activity booths and just about lost it. He sprinted to the nearest one, a ring toss, and began to play. Only a few moments later, Wallace was seen blatantly cheating at ski-ball by enlisting the aid of one of the smaller campers, who Wallace had instructed to catch the balls that he rolled up the ramp and put them into the hole worth the most points. Once the pair had won the biggest prize, a giant stuffed gorilla toy, Wallace handed the small boy the gift and ran off to the next booth, spreading smiles and concerned sighs wherever he went. After a good hour or so of playing, Wallace finally became hungry. He'd played all the games and given away all his prizes to kids who couldn't win any for themselves, and it had made him very, VERY hungry. He made his way over to the dining pavilion and, after waiting patiently in line, pulled himself a massive plate of barbecue classics to gorge himself on. Wallace ate hamburgers, hot dogs, potato salad, chips, fruit, soda pop, and an ice cream sandwich, but not before making a sizable offering to the gods at the ever-burning brazier. Finally sated, Wallace made his way back to the festival, hoping to spend some time with his friends, when who should he happen upon but Luke and Minna. Having spotted them from a bit of a distance, he waved wildly, jogging over to the pair and giving them each a big smile. "Hey guys!" He said, happily, and excited to see them. "How're you today? Great shindig, eh?"
Wallace, as excited as he was, couldn't keep himself contained for too long. He took one look at the rows of games, food, and activity booths and just about lost it. He sprinted to the nearest one, a ring toss, and began to play. Only a few moments later, Wallace was seen blatantly cheating at ski-ball by enlisting the aid of one of the smaller campers, who Wallace had instructed to catch the balls that he rolled up the ramp and put them into the hole worth the most points. Once the pair had won the biggest prize, a giant stuffed gorilla toy, Wallace handed the small boy the gift and ran off to the next booth, spreading smiles and concerned sighs wherever he went. After a good hour or so of playing, Wallace finally became hungry. He'd played all the games and given away all his prizes to kids who couldn't win any for themselves, and it had made him very, VERY hungry. He made his way over to the dining pavilion and, after waiting patiently in line, pulled himself a massive plate of barbecue classics to gorge himself on. Wallace ate hamburgers, hot dogs, potato salad, chips, fruit, soda pop, and an ice cream sandwich, but not before making a sizable offering to the gods at the ever-burning brazier. Finally sated, Wallace made his way back to the festival, hoping to spend some time with his friends, when who should he happen upon but Luke and Minna. Having spotted them from a bit of a distance, he waved wildly, jogging over to the pair and giving them each a big smile. "Hey guys!" He said, happily, and excited to see them. "How're you today? Great shindig, eh?"
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This carnival was a waste of his night. He didn't talk to many people and now he was surrounded by them. Mingling and having some sort of fun. They were demi gods for christ sakes. Something out there was trying to kill them, or trying to convince them to kill others. In his case it was the latter one.He hated that pressure especially when he was against it 100%. He doesn't want to hurt anybody and even if he did, he wasn't going to do it for his father.
Ten sighed and changed the song on his iPod. He needed something upbeat to keep him from getting upset with his father. Sail by Awolnation came on and it helped him calm down. Just then something in his pocket shifted and he stopped walking. Quickly he grabbed the hand that was in there and yanked it out. Keeping the tight grip on the hand he turned faced the owner of it. He came face to face with Alex. The thief of the camp. He had half a mind to snap her neck, but he didn't.
He pulled his headphones out and glared at her. He kept his grip on her hands. "What the hell were you doing in my pocket Alex?" he asked with a bitter tone. His glare was intense and he was making direct eye contact with her. He wasn't going to break it for one thing. He doesn't usually get angry unless thoughts of his father come about, but this girl was always trying to steal from him. He had nothing of value, but it still angered him.
Phoenix cursed silently as her fist throbbed in pain practically begin for her to put something cold on it so it can heal. She ignored it and kept moving forward until the lights of the festival came into view. Her min was yelling at her telling her to march her ass back over to the forest and set it on fire, show that you're not afraid o the dark, but another part of her was pushing her towards the festival and lights, saying that burning things were never the answer. For the sake of getting in trouble she chose the latter and kept on trudging to the festival. The closer she was the more she could hear...fun. People laughing, hanging, playing around like nothing could stop them if they tried.
'Fools'
The word flashed in her mind and she cringed a little. When she said it in her mind it sounded bitter, like she just ate bad food and wanted to get it out her mouth ASAP. But at the same time she envied them. They don't have a voice inside their head trying to pull them into madness, making them burn everything in their wake. A voice that's non-stop and makes you feel vulnerable. Closer to insanity than sanity. She groaned and smacked her head twice making her thoughts scatter. Just breath in and out. That's what Amphytriton kept telling her when he knew something was wrong with her. She moaned a little in agony. She felt like a victim of depression.
She blinked and looked around. She was in the heart of the festival. She was walking absentmindedly this whole time. Her eyes widened in horror at a realization. Everyone saw her. The saw her groaning and whacking at her head like the maniac she is. She looked left and right at the staff members who were looking at her. 'Oh no, it's too late. They suspect something, I know it.' Phoenix thought in panic. She lifted her lips up and gave them a smile. An awkward one no doubt. Of course the saw right past it. 'Think of something to get them of your back.' She thought and then she got her idea.
Phoenix ran over to one of the games, it was a balloon popping game. Throw a dart to pop a balloon. "Hey can I play?" Phoenix asked the staff member. "Uh yea sure Phoe, are you sure though? That hand looks a little busted up." Phoenix tilted her head to the side in confusion before glancing down at her right hand. Her knuckles were crusted with blood from three small slits that opened from contact with the tree. She had a dark purplish bruise forming on it too. She winced. That didn't look good. She put her hand behind her back. "Hey how did that happen anyways? It looks painful." He asked as he handed her 3 darts and put three balloons on the wall. 'Think think think, you can't tell him you punched a tree, who does that? Something normal people would do. Think!' She thought and picked up a dart. "Um well you see, my cabin door was locked and I couldn't get out so I...punched the window...?" She felt like face palming. 'Now one punches a window stupid, and besides the slide upwards to open.' He looked at her weirdly and then shrugged. She groaned internally and started to play the game.
Minna smiled at Luke as he approached her. Step one of making friends, smile. More often then not, her face would be pulled into a small frown as she thought about whatever caught her fancy at that moment. "Good morning, Luke." Minna was unusually chipper this morning, despite her early frustrations. "While I would love to join you in a prank, I don't think I would be any good at it." She shrugged in disappointment. Tapping her finger to her chin, she added, "You could teach me."
Minna dutifully followed Luke as he showed her the ropes of pulling a prank. She wasn't one to be mean-spirited, but the harmless jokes gave her a good laugh.
Hearing another familiar voice call out to her, she turned to face Wallace. She returned his smile at his antics. "Hey there, Wallace. I'm having a lot of fun today. This festival was just what I needed, honestly." Minna slumped against the wall a little, just realizing how taxing it was to be around all these memories. They'd been buzzing in her ears all day, peculiarly frantic. She brushed it off as still being around all the new people. "I think I need some lunch."
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Alex froze as Ten's hand grabbed her wrist. "oh uh sorry Ten I was uh... you know I don't really have a good lie, so I'm just gonna be honest" Alex said. "I was walking around checking out the games and I realized most of these games kind of suck and then I saw you walking with your ear-buds on and that urge I get when I feel like I need to steal came over me and you looked like the perfect target." Alex was mad at herself for even trying to pickpocket him, even though she was a natural at thieving pick pocketing was a skill best attempted with 2 people. One to distract and the other to relieve the target of their valuables. Alex was best at burglaries, and heists. "look is there honestly anyway I can make this up to you I feel really bad and I'd be really really happy if you didn't snap my arm like a twig" she added. While Alex wasn't a huge fan of Ten she didn't want to be this guy's enemy he was the son of Kronos who is possibly the most powerful titan in existance, and he was father of the gods. So a son of someone that powerful had to be just as dangerous in Alex's mind. Alex looked into Ten's eyes wondering what the guy planned on doing to her. Would he report her to Amphytriton, she would rather that than a trip to the infirmary, but she also didn't want to have to be stuck doing dish duty as a punishment either.
Ten didn't know how to take her confession. With her wrist in his hand he could easily break it with a flick of his wrist, but that wouldn't go over easy with Amphytriton. But she deserved it. So does everyone else that she has ever stolen from, but he dropped her wrist. He didn't break the glare. "If I catch you again, you can say goodbye to your hand," he threatened. His threat wasn't empty, he meant what he said.
With that he walked away from her to 'enjoy' the rest of this evening. But now he was angry and upset because Alex thought it was okay to steal from him. He took his headphones out and wrapped them neatly around his iPod. The sound of laughter and chatter annoyed him, but he wasn't in the mood to listen to his music any longer. Up a head he saw Phoenix. She was playing a game and he just stood there watching her.
You could say they were friends when really, he tolerated her. She didn't talk to much and she knew better than to irritate him. The encounter with Alex was a definite what not to do. "Hi," he said from behind Phoenix.
Phoenix had been playing the game for a while. Sometimes getting frustrated when the dart hit the balloon but it didn't pop. But her mood has gotten better none the less. Her thoughts became sane and she lost all interest in putting something on fire. IT was like all she needed was a distraction. Something to get her mind off of it. She tossed the dart in her palm and it bounced off the balloon. She growled. "Son of a gun! How is that even possible!" She threw her hands up in anger. "The dart is sharp, and the balloon can be easily popped! This can't be happening!"
"Hi,"
Phoenix turned around and looked at Ten. She gave a smile. "Sup Ten! Win me a prize!" She said and handed him his last dart. It was suppose to come out as a question but it was more of a demand. A giddy demand. One that Ten would hopefully understand and do for her. This game was frustrating her to no end and she had a couple of outburst and the staff member is clearly wary of her now. So she decided to take a break and let Ten do his thing
"Sup Ten! Win me a prize!" Ten rolled his eyes. If he didn't know Phoenix he would have assumed that this girl partakes in drugs. She was way to giddy and demanding right now. But he took the dart, knowing full well that this was something she had been attempting for a while. She always did that. When she got frustrated, he would step up and be forced to do it. He never argued though, so it wasn't force.
The worker knew of Kurai. Everyone in this damned camp knew of Kurai and his father. She seemed to be ready to hand him a prize even though he didn't even walk up to the game yet. He rolled his eyes. Ten was sick of people treating him like this, but he didn't say anything. He didn't say anything to anyone ever. Unless he was angry, on their team, or Phoenix. That was it. He didn't attempt to get to know anyone because he didn't care.
Ten walked up to the game and positioned the dart setting his eye on the green balloon in the middle of the board. Taking a deep breath and shot his hand forward and let the dart go. He didn't realize how angry he was at Alex until the dart hit the board. It popped the balloon just like he thought it would, but it put a hold in the board sending it to the other side. The worker's eyes grew wide and handed him a giant white bunny rabbit.
He immediately handed the bunny to Phoenix. Ten shoved his hands into his pocket and looked at her. "Why does this amuse you so?" he asked with pure curiosity.
Phoenix watched the staff member's reaction to Ten. It was alert and curious. She rolled her eyes. Everyone seemed to have a problem with Ten. Well not really him in particular, but mostly his father Kronos. The guy eats his children then try to rule Olympus and now he's the bad guy. That got Phoenix thinking about her father who was one of the four titans that helped Kronos overthrow the gods. Look at where that got him though. In Tartarus. I guess you can say that's how Phoenix and Ten became friends. Both of their fathers where stupid and where bound in Tartarus. Phoenix could relate to him.
She smiled hugely when he got himself positioned to throw the dart at the balloon. She was already doing a victory dance in her head. Phoenix knew she was going to get stuffed animal. This was Ten they were talking about. He was definitely going to win this. She looked over all the stuffed animals and choose a white bunny in her mind. She looked directly at the worker making eye contact and pointed to the white bonny rabbit with a nod of her head. The staff nodded in understanding and when the balloon popped she handed him the bunny which Ten instantly gave to her.
"Why does this amuse you so?" Phoenix just shrugged. "I don't really know. I never had a stuffed animal and it looked cute, so i thought, why not?" She explained and squeezed the bunny to her and smiling again. Her cheeks were going to end up hurting by the end of the day. "Thanks Ten!" She exclaimed before walking off, already knowing that he was with her. She was the only one that he tolerated. He was going to give that up to be alone. "I'm starving, how 'bout you? I'm thinking one of those hotdogs at the stands that say there good but aren't really but you're too hungry to care." She said all in one breath looking at him for a minute before continuing to walk.
Phoenix was starting to prove his theory wrong. He was actually thinking about the different drugs she could be taking, or even what she could sneak in here. But his train of thought was interrupted when she started talking. He listened intently as she spoke. This was how their relationship worked. She would talk. He would listen. She would ask a question. He would respond with simple remarks. She would go back to babbling and the cycle repeats itself. He was okay with it, but she never says anything irritating. The things that fly out of her mouth are usually irrelevant.
Ten was walking beside her and she didn't even look to check. He would always follow Phoenix. It was better than being alone, even though he did enjoy being alone. But sometimes when he looked at her, he would try and figure out what compelled him to be around her. It was either because neither of them cared for their parents. Or because she didn't expect much from him when it came to conversation. That was nice as well. He doesn't really remember how they met. She just came up to him and started holding her own conversation. She accepted the one word answers and simple sentence phrases. Now he keeps her around.
"Let's go get one," He said tugging her toward the Hot dog cart. Ten knew she wanted one, that is why she was talking about it and hunger like she was. And if he was going to get her to stop talking about it, then he was going to have to get her a hot dog.
"Let's go get one," Phoenix nodded and almost tripped and dropped her bunny. Ten had grabbed her arm and started pulling her towards the food stand. Let's get one thing straight. Ten was taller and averagely bigger than her. So his strides where longer than hers so she was basically running after him trying to keep up with his pace. She kept a good grip on her bunny if she doesn't say so herself. It would have been long gone if it wasn't for the iron grip on the animal. Then they finally got there and Phoenix was basically hunched over catching her breath. She was so out of shape. Ironic 'cause she was at a camp to help her get stronger.
Phoenix straightened herself and looked over the menu they had placed. It was literally just shaved wood and was written on with black sharpie. There were also sad attempts to make it more cheery looking. She rolled her eyes and looked at the staff member working the stand. "I want a hotdog and fries." Then she gave them a look that said 'make it quick'. She didn't plan on sitting here waiting for them to get her food. She was going to die before that happened. As to prove her point her stomach growled adding on to her warning.
She turned to Ten. "What are you gonna order?" She asked shifted the bunny. She didn't want to put it on the ground because it was a white bunny and the floor was dirty. But on the other hand it was hard to carry a giant animal such as this one. But she was grateful none the less.
Mira woke up when she felt a slight breeze fall upon her body and gave goosebumps. She shivered and sat up stretching then fixing her small ruffled pink skirt. She ran a hand through her white hair and looked around. She saw a large group of guys trying to flirt with her half sisters but the hot springs and she giggled and quickly getting up and running in the other direction, not wanting to been seen by them all. She rubbed her arms and walked towards the food booths and browsed through the offerings and shrugged feeling not in the mood for the food at the moment.
As she walked away she saw Wallace, Luke and Minna standing around talking. Mirajane ran over to the group and shyly hugged wallace's side like a little kid would. She shivered and said, "Hello everyone. It's a lovely day out don't you think?" she shivered then added, "but I'm just feeling a bit cold is all." she looked up at wallace and smiled blushing a little. "wally can you keep warm? Pretty please with sprinkles on top?" she asked him, looking innocently and hopefully up at him as she still hugged tightly or lightly onto him since her strength is not that great in comparison to most others.
As she walked away she saw Wallace, Luke and Minna standing around talking. Mirajane ran over to the group and shyly hugged wallace's side like a little kid would. She shivered and said, "Hello everyone. It's a lovely day out don't you think?" she shivered then added, "but I'm just feeling a bit cold is all." she looked up at wallace and smiled blushing a little. "wally can you keep warm? Pretty please with sprinkles on top?" she asked him, looking innocently and hopefully up at him as she still hugged tightly or lightly onto him since her strength is not that great in comparison to most others.
Kurai ordered fries after Phoenix ordered her hot dog with fries. He wasn't even that hungry. The need to chew something was overwhelming so he thought, why not. It would do no harm. And everything was free. The people handed him the food that they both ordered. With one hand he held there food, with the other hand he snatched the giant bunny from her hands. It gave her free hands to hold the food. Once she handed him the food he held the bunny for her.
Ten wasn't embarrassed. People knew better than to talk about him, to his face or even behind his back. He always hears. And he always knows. Well that isn't entirely true, but Phoenix was friends with people at this camp. She would tell him or yell at them for talking about him in that manner. Taking his mind off others, Ten put a fry in his mouth and shook his head in disappointment. Dry. At least the camp was trying.
"It's dry," Ten said to Phoenix.
Phoenix gasped in surprised when a her arm became empty. She looked at her arm then at Kurai who was holding her white bunny. She tilted her head in confusion. "What are you doi-" He shoved the food to her and she took it nodding in understanding. He was just switching with her. She smelled in the food and a smiled appeared on her face. Again. "It smells good." She said. She just couldn't wait to shovel the food into her mouth so that she ended up chocking. Okay so maybe that wasn't a happy thought but still. She was hungry.No scratch that. She was starving. "I can't wait to e-"
"It's dry," Phoenix frowned instantly. She looked at him and saw that he was eating a fry. And she was going to eat that first. "Damn you Ten." She sounded sincere but secretly she was playing around and Ten new that so she didn't have to explain herself to him. She shoved a fry into her mouth and almost hacked it back up but she forced her body to swallow the...'thing' down her esophagus and then shuddered. It was like swallow wood. It was hard and didn't have any taste to it. "It needs salt." She said desperately. "Hell, It need a better cook." She mumbled under her breath but Ten could hear her.
She looked at her hotdog already dreading it.She picked up the lump of meat snuggled in bread and bit into it. She furrowed her eyebrows and swallowed loudly. She looked at the hot dog again. "I can't, just...no."
He had been showing Minna how to pull harmless pranks on the festival goers, innocent little jokes buckets of water splashing down over heads; tap of the shoulder and walk away. He didn't think to pull anything that could be taken offensively at the very least not with Minna around. He reserved those types of pranks to the people he felt needed a bit of comedy in their lives, even if it had to be forced.
It didn't take long though for someone else to spot them. Wallace; someone he wasn't expecting to find them, well not yet anyway he hadn't thought of a really good prank to pull on the male so he wasn't outwardly searching for him. He shook his head a bit, as the male waved like one of those inflatable tube men as he ran towards them. (course it was with one hand not both) Once he reached them, and began to comment on the festival going on around them. He gave a slight shrug as Minna said her piece. He had been about to open his mouth when she finished, but before he could someone else appeared. Mirajane; She hugged at his waist much like a shy child would a sibling's. When she finished talking he waited a bit before he finally decided to talk. "I guess this has been interesting, I'm not one for festivals; to many weird memories and such; but it has been fun having so many people near by to prank and them not know it was me." He said with a Cheshire grin upon his face. "And it's been a nice day; I was relaxing at the beach a nice nap until a couple of people showed up and ruined the silence." He took a small breath and continued, "If you're hungry you can go ahead and go grab a bite to eat Minna, I can show you more pranks later, or whenever we get another chance." He said with a cheerful smile in her direction.
It had been a couple of minutes and his name wasn't being screamed out-loud for all to hear yet. Which was bothersome. It meant he wasn't somehow terrorizing people with his bad puns, and funny pranks; and that just wasn't fair! He had to share his comedy with everyone, wither they liked it or not. Wallace, Minna, and Mira could tag along, but he was getting restless standing still, part of it being the ADHD being half-blood and all, but most of it was he hadn't pranked enough people yet. "Well I'd stick around to talk more, but I feel people are a little to draw for my liking, and there's more suckers to be had you know?" He said taking one, two steps back. "So I'm going to go ahead and find some more easy prey; You three are welcome to tag a long, but you don't need to feel pressured too, specially you Minna; I'd rather you go eat if you're really hungry. I can walk you over there if you want" Though when he realized what he said he added in haste. "I mean; there could be people over there too comfortable, I'll need to give them their due; I can't play favorites with my pranks you know!" He added with a wag of his left index finger and a wink. "Everyone gets at least one prank a day, and if i can't get to you in that twenty-four hours, i'll get you twice the next day!" He added with a warning for the three there, course he added a large smile; which he hoped they took as it wouldn't be too bad since he wasn't really into hurting people's feelings. "Either way, before the best part of the day; I've got more humor to spread!"
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