Announcements: Universe of the Month Voting! » Changes to Universe of the Week! » RPG: Season of Giving 2020 » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newbies » RPG Chat — the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Humans in the MV. Questions and thoughts. » Universe of the Month Voting! » Surviving the post-holiday apocalypse. » SL: 1097 Bestiary of Monsters » What latest tech excites me? » A question about 'hyperspace travel' and its use as a weapon » NaNoWriMo 2020 » A vacuum salesman in the Multiverse. » Being bored at work makes you do crazy things » Question here from the FNG » Recommendations of Reading material. » Do you "follow" characters to receive notifications? » My 2 Fav Poems! » Simple Vs. Detailed RPG Layouts » Warning About Communist-Inspired Upheaval and Revolution » The Best Sentence » Universe of the Month Nominations » Universe of the Week! » The SCPF Wiki Project (not related to SCP Project in 2016) » What influences you as you write? And why? »

Players Wanted: Veilbrand: The Revolution » Gonna do this anyway. » Looking for Kamen Rider Players » Elysium » Looking for roleplayers for a dystopian past! » Revamping Fantasy Adventure RPG, need new players » Here, At the End of the World (supernatural mystery drama) » Seeking Role Players for a TOG Based RP » so I made a Stranger Things RP idk why not come join » LFP - New Roleplay » Gifted/Mutant individuals escaping the gov » Spaceship Zero! A retro horror sci fi RP with rayguns :D » mahou shoujo rp » Avolair: Academy For The Supernatural [NEW][OPEN] » Calling for adventurers to explore Xamoyos » roleplayers wanted for shifters world. » The UCF- a (soon to be) group in the MV » Neothea: Phyrian Galaxy (Open) » Students Wanted: Arcane and Human alike » A Once Upon a Time Adventure. »

Season of Giving 2020

At the end of perhaps our craziest year yet, we choose to celebrate our writing family with that extra touch of gratitude. Tip your fellow authors for a chance to win 10,000 INK, with leaderboards updated daily.

Merry Christmas from RPG! 🎅

0
followers
follow

Harleen Theodos

0 · 785 views · located in Camp Athens

a character in “Camp Athens II”, originally authored by xNocturnax, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Image
ImageImageImage
xxxH A R L E E N x T H E O D O S
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Troublexx Get Ugly xx I Don't Care x





“You'll never outfox the fox.”
-Harleen Theodos




Imagexxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
Image
n i c k n a m e s x // x Harley , * * *

a g e x // x21

g e n d e r x // xfemale

s e x u a l i t y x // xdemisexual

o r i g i n x // xToledo, Ohio

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

p a r e n t a g e x // xhermes






ImageImageImagexxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx

D E C O R U S


h e i g h t x // x5'8

w e i g h t x // x121lb

h a i r x // xShort jet black.

e y e s x // xBlue.

o d d i t i e s x // xShe has a belly piercing and her ears have pierce holes when she feels like accessorizing. She has many tattoos meaning different things to her at different stages of life but she regrets none. The most significant is probably the one running down her forearm to her wrist of caduceus. Her body is not doused in ink as stereotype suggests.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xHarley has the resting bitch face down pat and her demeanor can seem uninviting or even intimidating, like some chick you'd find outside of a bikers club. When alone particularly, Harley may seem brooding or angry as she's drowning in her thoughts, calculating and contemplating. More likely than not, this proves opposite of her personality. Depending on who you are to her, her smile can be magnetic, or her eyes can be as cold as ice. Most of her exposed skin shows tattoos but not every inch of her is full of ink. Most of her back is bare, front, chest and majority of her legs are bare.






Image
Image
Image Image
Image
Imagexxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx

ε ξ ο υ σ ί ε ς
xxxxxxxxxxxxx a b i l i t y xx \ ə - ˈ b i - l ə - t ē \ x


s u p e r i o r x s p e e d x// x The fastest demigod has passed on this ability to his proteges.

c l o n i n gx // x The ability to clone objects and make a short lived apparition of herself. Seconds at best.

t e l e p o r t a t i o n x // x Harley can teleport short distances away. Typically this is handy for urgent escapes.


e i d e t i cx m e m o r yx// Harley can vividly recall images from memory after only a few instances of exposure, if not less, with high precision.


ι σ χ ύ ς
xxxxxxxxxxxxx s t r e n g t h xx \ ˈ s t r e ŋ ( k ) t h \ x


o b s e r v a t i o n a lx // x In addition to her amazing memory ability, Harley has a sharp eye for detail and takes in her surroundings.

d e f t x // x Harley is quick, light and skillful to put thought to action. This accounts for many activities and sub-categories such as escapology, distractions, thievery.

p a r k o u r x // x Life is Harley's playground. She moves quick and agile, and obstacles can easily be cleared.



α δ υ ν α μ ί α
xxxxxxxxxxxxx w e a k n e s s xx \ ˈ w ē k - n ə s \ x


p o s s e s s i v e x // x Her swiftness and silver tongue has allowed her to get away with murder to-date, as such she is used to getting what she wants. When a possession is threatened, she gets aggressive and takes it personally. This can be either be a motivator or cloud her judgement.

k l e p t o m a n i a cx // x It is both a blessing and a curse, and sometimes Harley can't help herself.

w e a k n e s s x // x * * *



φ ό β ο ς
xxxxxxxxxxxxx f e a r xx \ ˈ f i r \ x


c o n f i n e m e n tx // x Tight spaces and isolation..none of it suits her.

f e a r x // x * * *

f e a r x // x * * *





ImageImage
Image
Image
Image
Imagexxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx

P E R S O N A L I T A T E
xxxxxxxxxxxxx Playful xx Witty xx Cunning xx Adaptable x


Harley's really an outgoing, extravagant teddy bear in company; up for a few laughs, a witty battle and banter, a spar, swim, hike, you name it and she's game, never one to back away from an adventure or challenge depending on the activity and context.

She loves to tease and prank people. Not in the bully's kind of way but with good intentions and is more than willing to get her own serve back, which is what she hopes for. She stirs the pot in the lightest heart possible. Her humorous personality doesn't end there however. She's the kind that will break into a dance with her headphones on, sing-a-long, give people nicknames, pretend to be lesbian when a girlfriend is getting hit on by that guy she hates and wingman for the lads if need be. She's the kind that doesn't care what people think of her. If they think she's eccentric, a bitch, obnoxious, so be it. Everybody forms different opinions. Because of this more outgoing and shamless nature, she exceeds friend zone and tends to fall into a more of "bro" zone or "sis" zone and that's perfectly fitting for her personality.

According to stereotype, she's either a thief that can't be trusted, which would be half smart, or a total jokester. But how about a thief with morals and dignity. Harley understands time, place and limits and respects these for the most part. Sometimes a good hug or talk is what people need instead and she's more than happy to supply that. Many people find it hard to believe a thief can have morals and dignity or that she even tries to fight those kleptomania tendencies. Normally, Harleen doesn't care much for what people say or think, but if someone comes to her assuming the worse, or that she stole a misplaced item, shit gets personal. While she's stolen before and still got that thief's gift, she doesn't want to be defined by her Hermes and she shouldn't be.

It's true her powers can be troublesome and she can have the overwhelming urge to make a bit of trouble.






ImageImagexxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx

H I S T O R I A R U M


so what terrible shit did they go through?





h e x c o d ex // x #51849C x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x Ruby Rose x // x c r e a t o r x // x xNocturnax x // x c s x // x Scar.-

So begins...

Harleen Theodos's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Greer Character Portrait: Dominik Einarsson Character Portrait: Stanley Foster Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Keun Seung-min Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Adrianna Lockwood Character Portrait: Dominic Costas Character Portrait: Nikolaos King Character Portrait: Annie Lee Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin Character Portrait: Kalani Alana Character Portrait: Rodger Williams Character Portrait: Dimitri Costas Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Lise Moulin Character Portrait: Finley Nguyen Character Portrait: Mateo Lopez Character Portrait: Areum Moon Character Portrait: Elias Stratos Character Portrait: Raven Ackerman Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Hairstyle // Makeup // Outfit

gιrlѕ lιĸe нer were вorn ιn a storm.
тнey нave ligtning ιn тнeιr souls.
thunder ιn тнeιr нearтѕ.
And chaos ιn тнeιr вoneѕ. - ทιĸιтα gιℓℓ

══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════



Image Alex had never been to one single party before she came to Camp Athens. Their mother never allowed her to leave the house. Last years had been a blast, but this year was going to be different. Alex sat quietly as her brother took the chair across from her. "Are you okay?" He watched her as she managed to turn her attention to him. "..don't tell me it's nothing. When some of the campers left for the year, others stayed here. You didn't. You left me. Where did you go?"

Alex shook her head. "I'm fine. This isn't about when I left. Then, I just needed to be by myself."

"You know it's dangerous out there. Especially by yourself. Has Mason said something to you again? is that why you left?"
"No."
"Okay, so what's wrong now? Did someone else say something to you?"
"No!" she snapped.
"Al..."
Image "Just leave it alone, okay? Don't ask me any more questions." she stood up angrily. "Please." she added. It wasn't like her to shut him off without talking to him. He nodded once, his eyes looking down as he did. She gave him a glare before walking silently passed him. Maybe she shouldn't have come back to camp this year since everyone already thought she was a murderer. No one would possibly miss her, would they? Everything in her life had already turned upside down because of a stupid feud between two Gods. They just couldn't let things stay in the past.

Image He looked up, watching her head into her room. Hopefully, the party would make her feel better. Being around Duke and Wes always brought a smile to her face. Especially Duke. Oh, Ajax had noticed the way his little sister looked at his best friend. Was she acting like this because of him? Duke had recently found out about his little sister, and Alex had seen them together a couple of times without knowing who she is. Was she jealous? the corners of Ajax's lips began to lift upwards, forming a large smile as he looked away and hung his head. Laughing. He had never known her to be jealous, not even once, or she just managed to hide it well. Daniel had a new girl around him before he passed, but Alex didn't seem to batter an eye. He could go in there and tell her about Duke's sister, but maybe it would be way more entertaining for her to find out from Duke himself.

Ajax headed out the second he was dressed, but first grabbing his rucksack which sat near the front door. He decided to wear something casual: Party Outfit. As promised, he arrived a bit early with the music he had downloaded the night before on his computer. It was all taking place down near the beach again where a large campfire was sitting in the middle ready to be lit. Around it at a good safe distance sat four large log benches for everyone to chill out around the flames. The staff members were the ones hosting it all, so they were cooking on the BBQ tonight. They had containers filled with ice where the beer bottles chilled, and quite the buffet on a long table so people could help themselves to sandwiches, pizza, sausage rolls and every other party food displayed. The BBQ would be serving burgers and hot dogs with or without onions. A large variety for everyone to say the least.

══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
xxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
Image
xxDaughter of Ares | Outift | #461f4b

Image

Her legs were locked around a sturdy branch and she engaged her core to pull herself up while biting down on the hem of her overflowing top. “Twenty-nine” she muffled aloud, “…thirty.” She pulled herself up enough to grab a hold of the branch to balance herself as she sat on the thick limb of the tree. Trinity knew well she could do more, but a party did await her and several others of camp. And what she was wearing was her party gear for the night.

From where she was situated she could see the glow of the fire on the beach. The little antisocial voice in her brain said it wasn't worth it, that instead she should choose to keep working out. Blow off that never-ending steam. Steer clear of the inevitable drunken drama. Steer clear of stupid games that accompany parties.

But it was rare for her friends to be in the same place for an extended amount of time. Parties weren't all awful either. They were a good unwind source. It was at the beach which she always loved and they could be amusing.

Trinity jumped down from the tree with a gentle thud and made her way to her cabin. She pulled herself to a halt spotting a figure pacing back and forth, doing sharp turns like arguing with themselves near her cabin. Trinity soon got the full image and smiled, leaning against a tree until Wes had decided on whatever it is he was going to do. After all, who was she to interrupt a mind train no matter how frantic. He finally approached her cabin and knocked on the door. "Hey Trin, how about escorting a one-armed loser to a party? For old times sake."
Trinity approached her porch and Wes's back. “Just for old time's sake I guess. Because you know, I don't actually like your company.” She stepped up to Wes and held out her top. “Does that smell?” She had a pre-prepared cringe on her face like his head would jerk back. But she decided against changing outfits no matter what. Trinity swung open her cabin door and strolled on in, waving him in with a hand behind her back. “You got your boardies? Board shorts?” Trinity cackled to herself. Under those jeans Wes wore, she doubted it.

She walked into her room and did a quick strip and change so her bathers were underneath instead then returned to Wes with a warm smile. “Now we can go.”

After what probably passed as a couple of seconds walking Wes, Trinity chuckled to herself. “You know, we can make you a non-loser. All you'd have to do is beat me in an arm wrestle.” Trinity was always nagging for a little round with Wes. After all, in their first meeting he'd been keen to wrestle with her but hadn't followed up since. “I remember, you specifically said, 'I'd wrestle with you any day'
, she argued. Even though something was a little off course when he said it, he had thousand percent said it.


Image
xxxxx H A R L E E N xx T H E O D O S
Image
xxDaughter of Hermes | Outift | #51849C

Image

Harleen was making her way to the beach party that she was pretty excited for. Up until now it felt everything had kind of been mechanical and people forced themselves to behave certain ways, but with a party it kinda presented that opportunity to show a few more colors. How people handled their liquor for one, who was the impulsive drinkers, what kind of drunks they were and how they behaved in a more liberating environment and event.

She rolled up her sleeves as she paced and wiped down her bare arm to pull her less than stylish five nights at freddy's and co bracelets back down to her wrist. Personally, she made herself chuckle looking at them, the fashion choice like a design of a shameless ten year old.

The bonfire was a delight to set sights on and she practically leaped over to the drinks. “'Scuse me, Sylas,” she said. Not that he was in the way but he was near enough to the cold containers. She plucked herself a beer then hesitated looking back in the lucky dip of drinks. Was it a BYO thing if you wanted more range or what? Harleen looked around to the others, tossed the beer bottle to herself and caught it. She gave a cheers motion to Sylas then wandered off.

Harley's eyes scanned the people in current attendance and she rehearsed their names silently. Even if she hadn't interacted with them personally, their name had been uttered at least once or twice by another camp mate. She smiled smugly when all their names had been said in her head and she knew she was right.

For now things were pretty tame. But once everybody felt more of that buzz, she was sure things would really kick into party mode and fun.



Image
xxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S
Image
xxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #a10b6d

Image

Evelyn must have stood near the beach merely contemplating joining for at least five minutes. But indecisiveness was not a great trait or good look on Evelyn. She closed her eyes and started towards the fire. Like some, she made her way towards the food and served herself up some dinner. Then she paused again turning around to see where to sit. It felt like high school and she was the outcast of outcasts, unsure of where she belonged.

A big man had already reserved himself a log and started shoveling food into his mouth. With him, perhaps she wouldn't be bothered and they looked to share a certain objective. The objective being to eat in peace before the alcohol took its effects and things got rowdy and soap opera like. “Would you mind if I sat here?” she asked, standing above him and gesturing to a vacant space nearby him. Of course she'd at least sit two body lengths away from him since she didn't know him and he looked a man that chose to eat alone.

He looked up at her with his brows pinched together then he swallowed his mouthful of food and pointed with his fork to the space. “No, go right ahead,” he said, which Evelyn was grateful for. Not just in his response but that he had swallowed his food before replying to her.

Common courtesy was a dying attribute. “Thank you.” Evelyn smiled politely and sat down where promised. She ate at a leisurely pace, feeling no obligation to fill the silence with chatter or wolfing down her food.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Dominik Einarsson Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Emery St. John
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by mjolnir
x
x
Image


andromeda bolton
hecatex|xoutfitx|x#990856

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
"You know, you're lucky I like you. And if any environmentalist tries to have a go why there's a cigarette in the water, I'm throwing you under the bus."

"Don't think I won't drag you down with me," Andy said, pointing her index finger at him accusingly. She slipped her hands into her pockets as they walked towards the main hub of the party.

"I was here earlier than you, on the beach, everyone's seen my face or back at least, doesn't that count as attendance?"

"Of course it does," Andy mused, playfully bumping her shoulder against Mason's. "But, if I have to struggle through this party... So, do you."

Andy sighed softly as they got closer to the fire, glancing at all the faces familiar and new. Her gaze drifted over towards Mason, witnessing a menacing smirk on his lips. She did a double take before he spoke. "What game is it going to be tonight? Another truth or dare? Spin the bottle?" He then started shimming his shoulders.

Andy laughs, raising her hands to cover her mouth as she watches him. "I think I'm going to stay away from the whole game situation." She didn't know if she could handle another game of truth or dare. Not that it was bad last year. She could do any dare people wanted, but she wasn't feeling the need to be utterly truthful. And spin the bottle isn't a game for someone in a relationship... Not if she wanted to keep it anyways.

It seemed that Mason's whole playful demeanor faded almost instantly. Andy's gaze followed his, which was focused on Ajax. She sighed softly, glancing down at her feet. She wasn't going to say anything. Mason had every reason to hate Ajax, especially Alex. A bump from his shoulder got her attention, causing Andy to look over at him. "I'll behave and stay right here. You know, if you want to be a real girl and talk and socialize."

Andy smiled slightly. "When have I ever been a real girl?" She raised a hand up to scratch her head, before running her fingers through her hair. "But I do need a drink," she said, tapping her nose with her index finger and then pointed towards the drinks. "You should socialize... You might make more friends." She bumped him with her hip before heading towards the bar. "Just don't forget who your best friend is," Andy teased, calling back towards him over her shoulder.

As she walked towards the bar, Andy conjured a shot in her right hand. She downed it as she made her way around the fire. She didn't want to interrupt the conversations, so moved to stand behind Ajax. Andy grabbed herself a beer, popping it open and taking a drink. She overheard Ajax talking to Emery. As he talked to her, Andy made funny faces, playfully mocking him towards Emery while he couldn't see.




x
x
Image

wesley preston
aphroditex|xoutfitx|x#667C0C

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Wes quickly pivoted around when he heard someone coming up the porch. “Just for old time's sake I guess. Because you know, I don't actually like your company.” He chuckled, and as he leaned in to kiss her cheek he was met by her shirt. “Does that smell?” Wes held his breath instead of attempting to not cringe at Trinity's sweaty shirt. She then opened the door, waving him into her cabin.

"I don't know... Shoving a ripe sweaty shirt in a guy's face is a quick way to show you don't like his company," Wes teased as he slowly entered her cabin.

“You got your boardies? Board shorts?” she asked him before disappearing back into her room.

Wes looked down at his legs, then back towards her bedroom door. "Didn't know I was going to be thrown into the ocean." He chuckled, tugging at his jeans slightly. "I have boxers on if the need to swim is aroused."

After a moment or two, Trinity came back out and smiled towards him. Wes couldn't help but smile back. She was beautiful just the way she was. Not like how the other girls tried to always look nice, but in her own element. He liked her just the way she was, true authentic Trinity. “Now we can go.”

Wes held the door open for her, before following her down the porch. As they started walking, he draped his left arm over her shoulders. He wasn't in any rush to get to the party. Not that he doesn't like parties but he also liked the time just with Trinity. Call him selfish, but it's true.

“You know, we can make you a non-loser. All you'd have to do is beat me in an arm wrestle.”

"Oh man, Ken Doll has been upgraded to loser." Wes chuckled, lightly bumping his hip against Trinity. "I don't know if the nicknames could get much better than that."

“I remember, you specifically said, 'I'd wrestle with you any day'

Wes sighed softly as he let out a weak laugh. "Pretty sure that was old asshole Wes who said that." He raised his hand a little, playfully flexing it before letting it relax against her shoulder again. "Could you handle all of this? This arm has been doing the work of two arms for quite sometime now. I may not be a fighter, but I do have some muscles."

The music from the party could be heard as they near the beach. He looked down at Trinity, smiling slightly. "I'll make you a deal. I'll arm wrestle you, and if I win... You go on a real official date with me." Wes smiled, nudging her. "And if you win...?

x



x
x
Image

sloane astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#C7B29B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Sloane walked slowly, very slowly towards the beach. Maybe if she was lucky enough, by the time she reached the beach, the party would be over. Most of the other campers were rushing towards the party, bobbing and weaving around her like she was just some tree in their way. That was fine by her. She'd rather be invisible than have them actually try to socialize with her. She turned the page in her book only to have someone bump into the back of her, causing her to drop her book.

Sloane steadied herself so she also didn't fall over. She slowly turned around, glancing over her shoulder towards whomever bumped into her. Domonik Einarsson. She had seen him around, and he was about as social as she is. She was half surprised the guy didn't trip over her. He was tall, very tall. Being as short as she is, someone that tall could hurdle her. Sloane noticed that he was handsome in an unusual way. Like the kind of way most people wouldn't notice, especially because of his parentage... And the fact that he was staring.

She didn't know what to say or do. Sloane brushed a strand of hair behind her ear before leaning down to pick up her book. But, Dom beat her to it, quickly snatching her book up from the ground. He then shoved the book towards her. "erhm here" Her brow raised slightly when his hand brushed hers. His skin icy cold. Not in an uncomfortable or alarming way, but almost in a odd familiar way.

When she looked back up, Dominik was gone, hightailing it towards the beach. Sloane stood there dumfounded. When her gaze fell back down to the book in her hands, she noticed the cover was slightly frozen. She lightly ran the tips of her fingers along the ice. She sighed, adjusting her bag on her shoulder before she continued towards the beach.

As Sloane stepped out from the tree line, she felt the strong urge to immediately turn around and head back to her cabin. Her fingers absent-mindedly chipped away at the ice on the cover of her book as she scanned the crowd of people. She weaved her way between people, looking for somewhere to sit that would opt for minimal human contact. But before she made it out of the crowd, someone snatched her book from her hands.

Sloane went to reach out and take her book back, but froze when she saw it was Sylas. He pursed his lips, looking over the frozen cover. "What happened here?"

She held out her hand. "Give it back."

"Ice?" He turned the book over, studying it. Sylas looked up, scanning the party until his gaze fell to the two Khione kids. His brow quirked as he held the book back out towards her. As Sloane reached out to grab it, Sylas took a step towards her, lowering his voice. "They're powerful. Useful with the right... Leverage." Sloane snatched the book away from him. She went to walk past Sylas, but he stopped her by grabbing her arm. "Take care of that."

Sloane shoved past her brother, holding her book tightly to her chest. She made her way to the edge of the water, stopping a few feet away from the current. She sighed, removing her bag from her shoulder and taking a seat on the soft sand. She reached down, unbuckling her shoes, pulling them off. Her toes wiggled their way into the sand, as she picked off the last bit of ice from her book.




x
x
Image

sylas astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#064C4B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
“'Scuse me, Sylas,” Harley said as she moved around him for a drink. After she got her drink, she gave him a silent cheers which Sylas raised his beer in a similar fashion to. He propped himself against the bar, taking a long drink of his beer, watching everyone move about throughout the party. His gaze continually finding its way back to his sister that made no attempt to mingle at all.

Sylas sighed, drinking the remainder of his beer. He never understood his sister's reluctance to do when their mother trained her to do. One thing that their mother told them never to do, was use their abilities against each other. If that wasn't the case, Sylas couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't persuade her. Eventually, she'd realize that its blood first and when that day came, he'd be waiting. Until then, just like he watched others, he also paid equal attention to Sloane.... Just waiting for the right leverage.

His attention was pulled towards the group near the bar when he heard Theo mention thoughts. Sylas smiled, walking over towards him. He patted Theo on the right shoulder. "Hey man, did I hear something about shots?" He nodded his head in greetings towards the others standing by the bar.

Sylas stood there quietly, listening as Ajax asked Emery about her thoughts in regards to camp. Home? hilarious. He'd feel more at home in a broom closet than at camp. But he didn't show that on his face, just smiling and nodding his head. He couldn't help but chuckle as he saw Andy teasingly mocking Ajax behind his back.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Kalani Alana Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
xxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
Image
xxDaughter of Ares | Outift | #461f4b

Image

"Oh man, Ken Doll has been upgraded to loser. I don't know if the nicknames could get much better than that."

She grinned wickedly as he gave a playful bump. Oh she was always packed with nicknames for Wes but loser was super temporary.

"Pretty sure that was old asshole Wes who said that," he replied. Before she could open her mouth to object that there were separate Wesley's, he humored the idea. "Could you handle all of this? This arm has been doing the work of two arms for quite sometime now. I may not be a fighter, but I do have some muscles."

She smiled barely able to repress a playful roll of her eyes. “I'm aware of the swell in your arm, Ken. I pick my targets you know and I do like a little challenge.”

"I'll make you a deal. I'll arm wrestle you, and if I win... You go on a real official date with me." The words almost brought her to a complete halt but she settled on slowing her pace. "And if you win...?"

“An official date,” she echoed. For some reason the concept held a heavy weight. Probably because she didn't date in the history of ever and her mind raced way ahead of time, at awkward family dinners, comparing her to his flawless ex. “Sounds serious.” She was able to snap out of her little nightmare and purse her lips. “If I win, you be my slave for 24 hours. I know, bit of a lack of imagination on my part,” she admitted with a tut. “But it's flexible for me.”

It felt like she had laid a foot at the bonfire when that one voice rang above the rest. "Spin the bottle anyone?"

Trinity side glanced to Wes. A game right in his domain and more than half the campers would be upset if the Son of Aphrodite didn't play. Most eligible bachelor not playing spin the bottle. In what world did that make sense. Trinity lifted his arm off her shoulder gently. “You can go teach the freshies how it's done.” It would be good for everyone to just sink into their comfort zones again, you know, Aphrodites children loving and kissing, encouraging that party spirit and games, and Ares children fighting. Trinity not caring who he meshed lips with. “Who knows, you might end up on Alex,” she dropped casually with a shrug. She didn't even feel bitter or cold when she said it. “Lots of, uh, you know...'cuties' this year.”

Trinity sucked in a breath doing her own double-take. Did she just refer to the new batch of demigods as cuties? Oh well. Trinity snatched a drink from the cooler not caring what foresaken flavor or type it was. But when she did see beer, her stomach and head flooded with disappointment and a pinch of anger for the lack of variety. Trinity didn't know where she left Wes in her pace off for a drink and escape, but she felt she had to keep moving with purpose.

She saw the spunky figure of Harleen, thankfully on her own and sat herself beside her. “Harley,” she greeted.



Image
xxxxx H A R L E E N xx T H E O D O S
Image
xxDaughter of Hermes | Outift | #51849C

Image

Harleen was doing the rounds with her eyes when they landed on Raven. She gave a nod of acknowledgement to her before Raven gained some company. Harley would have to express at a later time that she was glad she came.

“Harley.” Some tight leggings and grey shirt came into view, then the face followed.

“Puddin'.” Harley grinned wickedly and even gave a sparkling wink. Jokes aside, Trinity had a way of exciting Harley. It was like she never knew what she was going to get or what would happen. The two both had competitive and daring bones so it was a compelling and energetic mix. To Harley anyway. She shuffled a little closer to Trinity like she had a secret to share, her eyes downcast on their shoes. “Dare or dare?” She turned to face the fiery blonde with another grin.

Trinity shook her head slowly with a hint of a smile. “Nope. I know how that story goes.”

Harley did a pout to the quality of dramatic arts. Expectedly, an exaggerated sad face meant nothing to the camp's warrior's queen so Harley began a quiet build-up of the chicken dance, the imitation getting bigger and louder until Trinity would resort to change her mind.

A gentle elbow to her side confirmed her master plan had worked. “Shush. Fine. What am I doing?”

“Well, as tempted as I am to dare you to join the bottle of lip-locking, I won't do that.” Harley stroked her non existent mustache, pondering what could be amusing for her, and challenging for Trinity. “I would like to see you flirt. You know, really try. Or be as charming as you can be.”

“I am charming!” Trinity protested. Harley noticed the first beer had been knocked back quickly, Trinity now twisting an empty bottle to stand in the sand. “I can be anyway. You know, Wes likes my company, for whatever reason. Theo once liked me. We were like...” she twisted her index and middle finger around each other.

“Why doesn't he like you anymore?” Harley asked, concerned.

“More charming people entered camp.” She laughed.

“Oh, Trinity, that's not like...” Harley broke off with a smile and sighed out softly. That was one of Trinity's endearing traits. Not really reading and responding to signals. “I think he used to really, really like you. Now he's looking for someone else.”

Trinity's lips were paused agape and her eyebrows furrowed. “Ooohh. Damn.”

“So are you going to play charming or dance with anybody of your choosing.” Since she was a good friend she was just throwing some options out there.



Image
xxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S
Image
xxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #a10b6d

Image

"How is camp treating you so far? what do you think of the bonfire? If you've got a favorite song Ajax might have it on his playlist."

“Same as it is everybody else,” she observed towards his first question. “I think it's like a bonfire should be,” she noted secondly. It had the fire, it had the food and booze, the young attendants so it was standard. Thirdly, she looked towards the renowned son of Zeus and the other campers that gravitated towards him. Even if she did have a song request, she wouldn't want to risk hurting their bubble wrapped ego, nor approach the number of people he reeled in. “Somehow I don't think so,” she remarked simply.

"Have you met my sister?" he asked next as if he could read the chances of her approaching Ajax and that congregation of people.

Evelyn followed to whom he spoke, and a smile crept across her lips. The youngest and most sour demigod among them, ironically. “As delightful as she looks, no, I haven't.” She was going to leave it as that but in the spirit of socialization and parties and honesty, and considering she was half-blood and sister. “However, she's on my list. I think those that are more...rough have endured a lot.” Evelyn partly wished she could go up to the girl take her hands and grant her a different perception of the people in the world or turn her luck around, but that wouldn't work out so well. Firstly the physical contact, and second changing perceptions was not possible.

“McKenna and Duke, right?” Evelyn's finger swayed between the two. “I'm Evelyn. You can call me Eve if you're compelled to.” She held out her a hand for a shake.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Dominik Einarsson Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Mateo Lopez
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by mjolnir
x
x
Image


andromeda bolton
hecatex|xoutfitx|x#990856

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
"What?" Ajax said before turning around to be faced by Andy teasing him. She couldn't help but get a cheeky grin, giggling. "You're lucky you are cute." His hand raised so that his thumb stroked her cheek. Andy leaned her head into his touch slightly.

When Ajax's gaze shifted over to Mason, Andy tried her best not to sigh and pull away. Instead, finishing off her beer. She was exhausted of the feud between her best friend and her boyfriend. She understood both sides of their animosity, but that didn't make it any easier for her being in the middle. Her gaze was drawn back to Ajax when he began speaking. "Will you be playing spin the bottle?"

Andy's gaze drifted over towards the growing group of campers, getting ready to play spin the bottle. She raised her right hand to scratch her head. "I won't stop you if you want to." Andy quirked her brow towards him, before looking back towards the crowd. She couldn't help but get a slight uneasy feeling when she saw one of the campers practically fawning over Mason. All she hoped was that those girls watch themselves, because if they hurt her best friend, she'd crack some skulls.

She cleared her throat, smiling up to Ajax. "Don't think I'm in the mood to smack lips with half of the camp tonight." Andy made her way around the bar, pouring herself one of the shots Theo was handing out. She shot the Artemis son a wink, before looking back towards Ajax. "Out of all the parties I've been to since I came to camp, I don't think I've actually enjoyed one of them." With that, she downed the shot, slamming the glass down on the bar. "So, I'm going to enjoy myself."

With that, Andy grabbed herself a fresh beer and popped the cap. "But if you wanna play, go for it." Was that the truth? Not really. The idea of other girls or guys kissing on Ajax was the last thought she wanted on her mind. But, she wasn't the type to tell anyone what they should or shouldn't do, regardless of how she feels about it. Andy walked over to Ajax, moving to her tip toes, placing a tender kiss on his cheek while patting his chest.

Drink in hand, Andy made her way towards a group of campers that were dancing near the music. As she got closer, she took a drink and started to sway her hips. She melted her way into the group, dancing and swaying with them.




x
x
Image

wesley preston
aphroditex|xoutfitx|x#667C0C

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Trinity nearly stopped walking all together at the comment of a date. “An official date.” Well this wasn't the response that Wes wanted. His gaze fell to his feet. “Sounds serious.” He laughed weakly, clicking his tongue in his mouth. “If I win, you be my slave for 24 hours. I know, bit of a lack of imagination on my part. But it's flexible for me.”

Wes nodded his head, agreeing to the terms. "Alright. You're on, tomorrow... We arm wrestle."

"Spin the bottle anyone?"

“You can go teach the freshies how it's done.”

Wes' brows furrowed as he looked down at Trinity. He let his arm slowly fall from her shoulders, slipping his hand back into his pocket. "I think I'm ok. Plus, I don't want it to land on my sister... That's gross."

“Who knows, you might end up on Alex." Ouch. His jaw clenched tightly. Was she still holding a grudge about last years bonfire? He didn't say anything, or let his facial expression show. Instead, remaining quiet. “Lots of, uh, you know...'cuties' this year.”

Wes was left standing there kind of dumbfounded as Trinity disappeared into the party. He sighed, rubbing the back of his head. For being the son of Aphrodite, women confused the hell out of him. The fiery blonde seemed to blow so hot and cold with him, that he didn't know what to do. He couldn't help but wonder if their kiss at the end of last year was out of pity or sympathy for is injury, instead of feelings. He sighed, trying not to think about it.

He wasn't in the mood to sit in a circle and kiss a bunch of people, and Trinity was at the bar with Harley. So, Wes walked over to the snack table, grabbing a marshmallow and a stick. He then walked over towards the bonfire, sitting down on a log and got to toasting.

x



x
x
Image

sloane astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#C7B29B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Sloane overheard the cheers and gathering campers preparing to play spin the bottle. She had to fight the urge not to gag at the thought. Such a dumb, pointless game that high schoolers and horny teenagers took place in. She never understood the appeal in having to kiss a random person because the bottle just happened to land on them. Sounds like a quick way to cause drama... or get the flu. Either way, she was going to stay where she was.

She had just started to get engrossed in her book once again, when she heard footsteps approaching, a little too close for comfort. Sloane looked up from her book, just then realizing she was sitting a dozen or so feet away from the guy who froze her book. But her view was quickly cut off by some evident Aphrodite daughter. What was it with Aphrodite kids and their need to go after people who wanted absolutely nothing to do with them.

"Hey there, I thought you could use one of these." The girl held out a drink towards Dom.

"No."

Sloane closed the book, holding the place with her finger. She leaned forward, peaking around the girls legs to gauge Dom's expression. When he looked away, she figured the girl would have walked away. But apparently, not.

"What? No? I don't get a thank you at least?" Sloane's gaze didn't waver when Dom gave his best resting bitch face towards the girl. "Nothing? Alright. Fine. Might as well take the drink then."

The girl went to throw the drink at him, which Sloane thought was a bit dramatic. She was half tempted to chuck her book at the back of the girl's head. That's what she would have done if a guy was treating her the way that dumb girl was treating Dom. Some people just like their alone time... How hard is that for people to understand. But before the drink could get on Dom, he froze the liquid as it hit the sand.

The whole situation obviously startled the girl. She took a step back, and Sloane's gaze fell to the girl's shoe when she heard a snap, losing her heel in the sand. Stupid mistake, most women know to put all their weight on their toes when wearing stilettos in sand and grass. But, she didn't expect the girl to completely lose her balance. Sloane squealed softly, scooting over to avoid being squished. She held up her book like it was the only thing to defend herself from collapsing Aphrodite girl.

Sloane chuckled softly, a slight curve of her mouth into a smirk as the girl limp-stomped her way over towards the party. Her gaze slowly drifted back over towards Dom, her gaze widening slightly and cheeks flushing when she made eye contact with him. She bit on her lip, opening her book back up. She wasn't able to read another sentence, before the water's current seemed to raise. It caught her attention when the cold water reached her feet. Sloane gasped, grabbing her heels in her left hand, scooting back in the sand, trying not to get wet.




x
x
Image

sylas astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#064C4B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
"Yeah man. Straight whiskey. I'll take another round if you want a couple." Theo poured him and Sylas two shots each. Sylas smiled, reaching out to grab his shots, but before he grabbed a hold of them, another hand showed up, snagging one of them.

Sylas gaze drifted towards a very attractive man. He didn't even bother arguing when the brunette took the shot, downing it quickly while keeping intent eye contact with him. "Thanks," he said, setting the shot glass down before giving Sylas a wink.

Instead of following after him right away, Sylas leaned against the bar, watching him walk away. And was it a nice sight to see. He looked over towards Theo with a grin. "Well, I guess that's my invitation to spin the bottle." He lightly nudged Theo with his elbow. Sylas pushed off the bar and started towards the growing circle of people. "You should join... Who knows, you might get to kiss me." Sylas teased with a teasing wink.

Before joining the party, he couldn't help but sense some of the awkward animosity burrowed deep with the Hecate daughter. He didn't have to try to hard to sense it involved Mason and Ajax. He tried not to smirk out of amusement as he started to work his magic. Slowly, very slowly, he let the slightest hint of envy and jealous ooze out towards the three. Just a nudge. If he did it too quickly, it'd be evident and they'd know that it wasn't themselves. But the slow burn is almost like the effects of alcohol, unnoticeable until it's too far.

Sylas slid his hands into his pockets, slowly striding towards the spin the bottle game. Instead of seeming too overly eager or anything else, he took a spot in the circle almost directly across from the guy who stole his shot. He sat down, but couldn't help his gaze from lingering back towards the male on multiple occasions. This game was the perfect opportunity to observe... And slowly poison others with negative emotions. This was going to be fun.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
xxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
Image
xxDaughter of Ares | Outift | #461f4b

Image

“I couldn't even be cute with Brian and my mum when I wanted something."

Harley merely shrugged in response. She didn't care in the slightest for Trinity's adversaries. In fact, with her eyes narrowing into a suspicious slint, she was sure it was all the more fun for Harley.

Trinity pressed her tongue to her cheek processing the new information and options. In spin the bottle there was only a chance of having to kiss somebody, but in dares, there was only lunacy and a really bad charades game. Realistically she was probably one of the least charming on camp, and she refused to even mock a stereotypical popular girl from the movies. Dancing, likewise, there was a chance no one would see but she wasn't drinking enough to hit it solo or be that committed to the beat.Trinity spotted Andy dancing then and a small glint of hope dared to rise so much so that she mentally fist pumped, however, Ajax joined and she immediately wanted to melt. She wasn't third wheeling in a million years.

“Shit,” she muttered, her fists turning to anxious balls while her thumb stroked her fingers. “I choose the bottle of lip locking,” she stated abruptly and shot up to her feet before she could think better of it. Trinity inhaled deeply then shook the nerves away and paced for another beer then towards the circle for the vacancy near Alex.

As it turned out, Alex left the circle as Trinity approached and she tried not to roll her eyes at her damn luck or take it personally, because it couldn't have been. Thankfully, there was a back-up and she shuffled over to Mason instead. Affection was not her strong suit. Trinity's eyes burned into the glass but the bottle regrettably wasn't a telepath. If it were, it'd not land on her until she had a few more beers at least.

Her eyes flickered to Mason who gave a small but smug smile. It took a surprising amount of restrain not to flip him off, tackle him or throw an elbow into his ribs. But it also took restraint not to look over her shoulder and check where Wes was seeing as he wasn’t in the circle. But she had nothing to worry about because the bottle wouldn’t land on her.

“What brings you to this fine game?” Trinity smiled tightly. Not to be mistaken for a dislike for Mason, but the game. Then things slowly started to click. “Oh for fu-” Trinity bit her lip tightly. “I'm not interfering with something here too am I?”

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Lise Moulin Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.25 INK

Image
xxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
Image
xxxxxDaughter of Ares | Outift | #461f4b

Image

"Trinity, there's always room for you," Mason assured her, which was just as well because her patience was running thin with her bullshit luck. "You're my number one girl and I wouldn't replace you, not like others do."
Was she being replaced by the others? Number one girl? It felt good but empty at the same time. She glanced to his hand coming to rest on top of hers then up at him.

Rather than give him the questionable look she had intended, she was distracted by his gaze elsewhere and Trinity followed it to Wes and Alex. "You and me, we got to look out for each other and I mean that." Trinity inhaled with a prepared pain in her chest. Mase and her had had this kind of talk before. "Andy's a good girl, we both like her and count her as a friend but if we were dying in the field of battle, she'd choose Ajax. Love of her life. Ajax would sooner let you bleed out too. No one is gonna pick us. Not your brother, Wes, Theo." Hearing it verbally brought that sting back. Her gaze washed over all those that she had grown to trust and would do as good as betray her on the battlefield, and the worse part was she couldn't argue against it. Because tonight, if some beast ambushed her and cut her open, they wouldn't save her. All too absorbed in their booze and hormones and several of other people. Who would prioritize saving a daughter of Ares?

Trinity's jaw clenched, her cold gaze resting on wolf boy as her thoughts went on auto-pilot. Images flooded her head of her wounded and those 'friendly faces' passing by and leaving her there. Trinity didn't fear death but she didn't want to die alone. “It’s a good thing I can fight for myself then, huh?” she told Mason.

"I'll always have your back."

Trinity smiled a little. “Thanks. And I'll have yours.”

Trinity was in a different world entirely that was so toxic and vivid, she was half tempted drive her knee into them and right hook them in advance. Thankfully, and of all people, Lise snapped her out of it. "Xena, my love," she was saying, leaning towards Trinity and tapped her lips with her index finger, "You got something for me?"

Trinity's eyes trailed to the bottle's neck pointing at her then back up at Lise. Of course. Why did she expect she'd get away with it? Trinity leaned into Lise and planted a firm kiss on her lips holding it there for a good few qualifying seconds before pulling away. Trinity's brows furrowed then as her own kiss, coming from a place of impatience, annoyance and some recently pent up rage, was projected on Lise's lips. “Was that okay?” she mumbled to the daughter of Athena.

If she was a horrible kisser, she'd prefer to know before she - if she ever kissed Wes again or if some other bottle decided to land on her. And Lise and her ego weren't the kinds to divert from the truth.

Trinity scooped up the bottle. “Al!” she called sharply before Kalani decided to change the rules to Lise's version of 'whoever the bottle lands on spins next'.

Alex didn't meet Trinity with the haste she hoped for. She took another swig of her drink during the interval.

“Just take the spin, Trin,” the devil's daughter called to her.

“Hurry up,” another anxious player prompted.

She sighed out laying the bottle down and spun it around, eyes locked on the glass that chose who she kissed. When it came to a stop, she saw it landed on the son of Artemis. Her fists turned to balls and teeth grit. Still, Trinity leaned over, tugged Theo towards her, grabbed him in place with a hand and closed the distance with a kiss, crushing her lips on his. In time, she pulled away and gave his cheek a 'playful' pat. Such a shame he was a face that she couldn't depend on.

Trinity returned to her spot by Mason and ran her fingers through her hair and released a sigh. “Well, next time I join something like this, don't let me.” She went for her own beer bottle but found it was empty again. “That’s my cue to go. Good luck, champ.”



Image
xxxxx H A R L E E N xx T H E O D O S
Image
xxDaughter of Hermes | Outift | #51849C

Image

She wasn’t sure things gleamed quite so bright and wicked as her own grin in that moment. She pivotted on her heel to bear witness to the participation of Trinity in spin the bottle and shot a glance to Elias. He didn't seem the overbearing brother type, but if Harley was drawn as the bad influence or something, she had to be ready to defend herself and make her claim.

Harley didn't have to wait drastically long for her dear dare to be complete to satisfactory as the bottle landed on Trinity and she went for gold like a trooper. Harleen's brow quirked up in surprise. She supposed she might have owed Wes an apology for that since he had some significant attachment with the blonde and in no circumstance was it easy to watch your person of interest lock lips with another.

But elsewhere, there was more entertainment that awaited her. More feathers to ruffle, more shows. It was a party right? So for her own sake of sanity, she needed to lighten to mood for herself and find amusement. A guy and modest girl were giving each other eyes and their bodies were drawing closer together. Harley made a bee line for them and breezed by as if she had places to be and the other end was compellingly intriguing. As she did, she reached around one-handed and squeezed the girl's butt. The daughter of a famous deity gasped, scowled and spun on her heels and left the boy standing there dumbfounded.

Harley chuckled to herself. “I’m not even sorry.” In fact she already felt better for it.

She took a seat in the sand and smiled watching the party. She could see herself liking it here.



Image
xxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S
Image
xxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #a10b6d

Image

“Uh... yes? Do you want something, or...?”

Her hand returned to her side. “Not at the present time,” Evelyn confessed easily. “I just thought to introduce myself formally. But if you were busy, and my presence is a nuisance I apologize for misreading the circumstances.”

Evelyn held McKenna's gaze, rooted in place. Of course, Eve acknowledged she could have been a nuisance but McKenna certainly wasn't busy and there weren't a great deal of compelling others to see and talk with tonight.

A few questions started to bubble to the surface with this intriguing young soul. “Do people often come to you for a favor?” she inquired. Since McKenna's first response was to assume Evelyn wanted something, she thought it was fair to ask. “Do you agree to them?” Then, she smiled slightly, ready to ask the most intriguing question of the night. “Do I look like somebody that wants or expects something from you?” Evelyn searched McKenna's eyes. She was sure the girl had no reason or restrain to lie, but she was curious to hear the youngest demigod's response. Maybe Evelyn appeared as venomous and using as a daughter of Hera. Or as deceptive as a child of Khione. The open floor of honest feedback would no doubt highlight her night, not to mention give her a better sense how she came off to others. Not that she was changing that any time soon.

“Can I get you a drink?” Evelyn shifted over to the coolers and rose her brows expectantly towards McKenna, prepared to dunk her hand into the lucky dip of drinks that were...what...90% beer. “Maybe something from home?” Eve challenged.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dominik Einarsson Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Isobel Logan
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
[Isobel Logan] - [#800020] - [Mood]
When she'd first been sneaking down the beach she had spotted a few others engaged in their own activities and had made sure to edge away from them as best she could. Especially since once she'd begun to build her little castle, though it had by now expanded to cover a several feet in all directions, her main focus had become divided between that and her food. Even so she had caught glimpses of a commotion some distance, primarily due to the sound of people crying out as they fell or in the case of one girl being surrounded by water which promptly froze as another camper seemed to have intervened.

”I should have brought a book... if I had any to bring.” She muttered to herself, mouth half-full of bread before she rolled her eyes and lightly brushed her fingers over what remained on her plate. In moments it had expanded to a slightly more varied selection, including a haggis on a skewer and venison steaks in buns lathered in whisky sauce. There was also one or two jam donuts as she was craving something sweet to counteract the rather bland taste of the beer.

Deciding it was best to leave them be she changed her focus back towards the sea and smiled a little to herself as she listened to the gentle lapping of the waves. As relaxing as it most certainly was she couldn't help but feel somewhat antsy as if she should be doing something more, not entirely sure if that was in part due to having been cooped up for so long or because being out here felt exposed. Either way she started glancing around at the crunch of footsteps on the sand to her other side where another girl, clearly amused by something given the laughter she was barely trying to hide was settling down with her back towards the water. Isobel mused that she was sitting hopefully far enough back otherwise a repeat of earlier might end quite differently without another ice man to save her as he had the other demigod.

The thought puzzled her at first mainly because while it had been explained to her and she herself had felt entirely at ease drawing on her gifts down here by the beach it still felt strange to think that they were all like her, all different yet the same in a way. Perhaps she wasn't as alone as she thought even though it felt like it right now as she huddled behind her sand-castle walls. She glanced down and brushed her eyes, rubbing at them to stop herself from crying and taking a deep breath to centre herself.
As she looked around trying to stifle the rising tide of emotion she caught sight of another of their number approaching with the firelight of the bonfire casting him as silhouette without any real identity. Though, no, that wasn't quite true. He was easily identifying even if she didn't know who he was. The camp councillor had mentioned that even here wasn't entirely safe and that many of the other demigods had been through similar incidents as what had brought Isobel to them, and that some scars were more noticeable than others. The sight of this one armed figured cast against the flickering flame intrigued her and she wondered if he might be the one to save the other girl from the rising tide.

The symmetry of her sitting equally between two pairs of lovers, one of hottest flame and the other of coldest ice caused her to giggle a little at the absurdity of such poetic existence. ”If only life was as simple as stories" She mumbled before sighing at the thought and shifting to get a better look at the one-armed figure and the chuckling girl. Carefully lifting a pile of sand in front of her she shifted the walls of her castle aside as it began to reshape under her guiding touch. In moments a pair of glass statues roughly a third in scale of their counterparts danced across the battlements and over the moat for Isobels amusement. They seemed to be doing so with added flare, perhaps in defiance of the fact that they mirrored an event that would probably never happen given that the two figures stood almost half a beach apart if not more.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Elias Stratos Character Portrait: Raven Ackerman Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Isobel Logan
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
xxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
Image
xxxxxDaughter of Ares | Bathers | #461f4b

Image

Trinity bumped her knee into Mason and bee-lined for another beer. But there was a new selection of bottles and plastic cups sitting on the bar. She looked around to see who would dive in and claim them as theirs and how she couldn't have any, etc. etc. but nobody did so she poured herself a shot, downed it, poured another and took it to go.

Someone grabbed her arm firmly enough to demand her attention and make her lose a step and bounce back, and frankly she wasn't in the mood to be touched or stopped. Trinity pulled herself up short of shoving them away when she saw it was Theo. The audacity of this guy.

"Hey, are you okay? And don't lie to me. I can see it. You know I've always been able to read it in your eyes." Yeah, it was probably those stupid cheat animal instincts. Internally, she groaned. It wasn't and she loved what Artemis and her children could do, especially the shapeshifting. It was her damn eyes. "Talk to me, Trin."

“A girl kisses you and you ask her what’s wrong?” she asked back to Theo half amused. She wasn't 'in' with dating and affectionate acts, but she felt that it was rough timing. “Kinda brutal.” 'Hey, are you okay because you can't really kiss if your life depended on it' But then her eyes searched his face with a moment's of genuine concern. She didn't bite him accidentally or grip him too hard did she? Trinity was upset with these hypothetical versions of the people she cared about but if she was going to hurt Theo, she best have done it right and deliberately.

After figuring that wasn't the case otherwise he probably would have said something about the kiss, not her well-being, she released a sigh. “I don't know Theo, it's stupid,” she confessed. It was unfair of her to be moody at him for something he hadn't done. He might do it but he certainly hadn't failed her yet. “Just...” her hands collapsed by her side, “would you save me? Cause I kinda have this image in my head that all my camp mates would sooner abandon me and let me bleed dry than you know...actually help me. I mean there's enough hate in the world so one less hateful person isn't exactly a big loss,” her gaze moved pass Theo and into blank space as she rambled, “and I'd probably live on purely out of spite anyway and take care of myself. But...” as her eyes shifted back to Theo, he was quite literally stolen away.

A dry laugh escaped her. “Am I being punked?” In what world was this shit okay. And when did Alex turn into a brunette bimbo. She was a bit flirty, adventurous, impulsive but Trinity didn't think that bad. Did Alex just have a thing for taking the guys Trinity liked. She spared a look to Wes then knocked back her second shot. She couldn't face him yet. Besides, wouldn't be long til some other person swept to Ken's side then probably started chatting him up.

As she moved to join Harley, some arms wrapped around her waist and seized her to their side. "I bet I could kiss you better."

“I bet you don’t and you don’t even try.” She threw her elbow into his ribs and kicked behind his knee cap in two fluid natural motions. He collapsed and yelled out a little louder than she would have liked and she hurriedly tried to quiet him. “Ssh. You're okay. Walk it off. Dick.”

She sighed out when she finally reached her darer, sitting by her, only facing the waves. “That was a disaster,” she concluded picking up Harley's drink and taking a sip. Trinity didn't even want to look back towards the party or see Wes because it'd probably tip her over the edge. Trinity had honestly rather had locked lips with her peers than talk to someone and fail at playing charming or just even talk to someone and lie that she tried. She sat there with a hand clutched roughly in her hair as that sunk in. Only you, Trinity. Only you. In her perfect world, the bottle span round and round, missed her until people called it a night or she could pretend to be tired and fatigued. But Lise blew that up in her face right off the bat. Trinity should have shifted to something more like an outer circle as if she was a mere spectator.

After some time of sitting by Harley and staring out into the vast water, Trinity stood up. “I'm going for a swim.” Maybe the waves could help erase the spin the bottle action and help her get a real sense of logic. The beach was such a carefree space after all. Well, the tide was. In there the only worries were whether she should go over or under a wave, if a wave was 'dumper', if she should try body surf it, and occasionally, in Australia, is there a shark in water as well? Even if the waves didn't serve the magical purposes Trinity was hoping for, they would cure the heat creeping across Trinity's skin and it looked inviting the entire time she was staring at it.


Image
xxxxx H A R L E E N xx T H E O D O S
Image
xxDaughter of Hermes | Outift | #51849C

Image

Harley was doing some bad lip reading and voice overs of what topic people were talking about and how. She never failed to amuse herself when in need but Trinity giving some guy a swift beat down was much better making Harley erupt into laughter. Some people didn't pay attention to heritages and did just not know how to approach a lady.

Harley watched Trinity head for her and smiled when she parked her butt beside her. “That was a disaster.”


She tilted her head sympathetically. At least she had done it. “I don't think Lise and Theo thought so. Disaster isn't the word that springs to my mind either. In fact what disastrous thing could happen to you?” The question hung in the air between them and wasn't answered for a long while. Trinity's silence was taken as nothing, exactly what Harley gathered. When you were the queen of pain, what did you have to fear, what could be so disastrous?

“I'm going for a swim.”

Harley squinted. “But it's night and really not that hot.” Harley looked over her shoulder towards the waves. “Tide's coming in, isn't it?” When she turned back around she found Trinity's clothes dumped on her other side. Harleen did a 360 and found Trinity's shape, unless conveniently, somebody else decided to go for a swim in the dark at the same time and had blonde hair from what the last glimpse of firelight showed. “Don't go too far,” she mumbled as the figure steadily got further away from the light and party and deeper into the ocean. “You forgot a towel,” she cooed just as uselessly.

She couldn't help but hover for some time. It felt totally against Harley's nature too. Rather than enjoy a party she was trying to keep her eyes on the Queen of Pain. Harley had to remember to lock in that nickname for Trinity when she came back as well. Harley quickly scanned the party once more taking note of the location of the children of Poseidon in case hazards occurred. The likelihood was slim but just in case. Couldn't be too careful and all that.

Harley trudged back to the fire. She had caught glimpse of a girl alone making sand castles but she certainly didn't seem lonely, and more content in her world. Part of Harley wished sandcastles could be that fun for her too. So she chose not to intrude on that activity and keep walking, up to the logs and beside Raven. “Hello lady and gent,” she greeted the pair she instead chose to intrude upon and took a seat on Raven's other side. “Good to see you both make an appearance. Even if parties aren't our particular scene and we don't feel festive.” Most parties were about energy and drinking but those two were happily situated in the same place since she had last seen them. Personally Harley could never achieve such an act.


Image
xxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S
Image
xxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #a10b6d

Image

"Usually, people don't come to me at all. I don't have friends, so if anyone were to approach me, they would probably want something. Like you; you want to know how I would respond to your really forward advances, and maybe you might find me abnormal and wonder, 'who the fuck is this person?'" Even with it all supposedly figured out, the youngest demigod eyed her like an ill motive was lurking at heart. "If you wanted to know, I do indeed find you nosy."

Evelyn let the young and fiery demigod have her say without interruption, she was entitled to her voice and opinion no matter how abrupt, and Evelyn had asked for it and of course she hadn't expected a pleasant review to depart the blonde's mouth. But she had provided the truth and with that, throughout their interaction thus far, evidence to why she didn't have friends. Still, Eve wasn't completely repelled from her yet.

After a moment of eyeing the coolers, McKenna had her response. "I highly doubt that you have any rakija in there."

While luck could be as good as witchcraft and Evelyn had prompted for something from the daughter of Hephaestus's home, she hunched rakija wasn't exactly juice or water. Evelyn couldn't draw out her company's exact age, although the way she acted pitted against the world or the people in it she could almost fool people she was older, Evelyn knew she was youthful and considered a minor in majority of lands across the globe. Besides, even if Evelyn was compelled to give her an alcoholic beverage, she had a big protective brother with eyes like a hawk.

She sighed slightly when it was her turn to speak again, pulling out a bottle of water for herself then sliding away from the cooler with the smallest gesture for McKenna to help herself to an improved range of drinks. If luck befitted her maybe she would find rakija. “I do have a habit of testing people but I wasn't testing you. I was merely interested in why you are the way you are so I chose to ask questions, but in future I'll walk on eggshells around you.” Personally, Evelyn didn't like to waste time tip-toeing around matters, however, she supposed more subtlety could have been implemented. Likewise, she assumed McKenna wouldn't mind her forward advances, but maybe she had misjudged her. “I didn't think sweet, kind smiles and words would do much for you,” she said picking up from her train of thought. “I wanted answers and I got them,” she pointed out evenly.

Evelyn took a sip from her bottle. “I have a great deal of respect for the children of Hephaestus. Engineers and smiths have a role on camp and the world. They're smart.” While the stone-hearted girl nearby did possess such smarts and intelligence, she didn't have all aspects covered to longevity. “My advice would be to make some friends. You'll need someone in your corner. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but some day. And don't worry, I don't expect it to be me,” Eve stated beating her to the punchline.

After this encounter it was more likely she'd acquire a special distaste for Evelyn.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dominik Einarsson Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Elias Stratos Character Portrait: Raven Ackerman
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Maeves
R a v e nX A c k e r m a n
d a u g h t e rXo fXk h i o n e
Image
outfitX #9D948D
Image


The festivities went on and truth be told, Raven was beginning to warm up to the atmosphere. She hasn't talked to anyone yet but that didn't stop her from just enjoying everyone else doing their own thing. She'd occasionally glance towards her brother's direction, either making sure he was okay or trying to muster up the courage to talk to him. There was a sigh that escaped her lips after shooting down the idea for the fourth time. Why was this hard for her?

“Mind if I join you?” Snapping her out of her thoughts was a man, tall with hands that were pretty much occupied by the looks of it. Carrying his food and drink. "Go ahead." Raven didn't mind the company so long as he wasn't the noisy and rowdy type. She waited until the guy settled in, that's when she lifted the bottle to her lips, preparing to finish off what she had left of the bitter liquid. "Enjoying the party?" A simple question to start off with. To find out who she was talking to exactly or maybe he didn't want to talk, just needed a spot to eat in peace. Either way, Raven left it in the air, he'd answer if he would like.

The demi-goddess continued her people watching, making sure to witness the amusing game of spin the bottle a group was playing on occasion. It wasn't enough to keep her full attention and soon she found her eyes wandering back over to Dom who had just gotten up. Curious. Was he leaving already? Nope. There was a girl he was headed towards. A hint of a smile formed on her lips and her gaze moved away, let them have their privacy.

Trinity was another that caught Raven's attention for a moment or so. Watching her take down that jerk was enough to make her grin against the bottle she tried to empty out into her mouth only to remember that she had already finished it. Tossing the empty beer bottle into the nearest trash bag, Raven grabbed another from the cooler. There weren't many choices and although she may have wanted something stronger, she stuck with it anyway. Same process with the cap but wanting to feel a buzz faster than she anticipated, down went half the bottle in one shot.

“Hello lady and gent,” That familiar voice. Raven didn't need to look over in order to see who it was because she knew already. She also seen her lurking around earlier. “Good to see you both make an appearance. Even if parties aren't our particular scene and we don't feel festive." The small grin that made its way across Raven's lips only grew a bit more when she lifted her half empty bottle. "Who said I wasn't feeling festive?"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Elias Stratos Character Portrait: Raven Ackerman
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
xxxxx H A R L E E N xx T H E O D O S
Image
xxDaughter of Hermes | Outift | #51849C

Image

Harley looked to Raven's bottle that she lifted in gesture. "Who said I wasn't feeling festive?"


She chuckled and rose her hands in surrender. “My mistake. That's one festive activity checked. I also saw you dancing, playing spin the bottle, have a drinking competition with Elias here.” Harley reached a hand around and clapped the son of Ares on the shoulder with a grin. “You two are so rowdy and festive. Real party goers.” Of course Harley didn't really care how they expressed themselves at a party, that was up to them.

She poked her pal's side before the human traffic started moving away from the beach.

“Well that was possibly the shortest game and party known to men,” she commented. They couldn't all be energetic, upbeat souls. But it was probably best to call it quits before the drama unraveled and spoiled any good spirits. “Now, I best be off before any drunks misplace an item and point the finger in the easiest direction.” Harley tapped her own chest then yawned. She looked to Seung-min who had joined the circle not that long ago, the poor soul. At the same time she laughed. She could imagine her little half bro to be quite disappointed at the turn of events.

“See you beauts another day,” she said with a small wave and made her way to her cabin.

_________________________________________

The sun seemed to glare into Harley's eyes and she squinted and rolled her head into the pillow to fight the blinding light. She groaned and threw off her covers as her mind was awake now. She got changed into some lounge clothes and headed to the hall in hopes for some breakfast. Unlike some Harley didn't stock something as simple and essential as food in her cabin.


Image
xxxxxxxxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
Image
xxxxxxxxDaughter of Ares | Outift | #461f4b

Image

She had to admit, it was a bit chilly with a nip in the air but there were worse things to endure than the cold. Plus, it was game over the moment the water hit her hips. Trinity dived under the water instead so her bodies thermostat was the same. She played there for a while, long enough apparently that most of the party had dispersed except for the odd stragglers when she returned. Trinity flicked her hair back and smiled because no matter what, she did feel better for it.

A few steps up the beach and that moment of happiness was gone. Trinity turned rigid and her eyes wide. She looked around her, her head whipping from one side to the other. Her clothes weren't where they were originally and they weren't up the beach. “Where…” Her jaw set and she closed her eyes. That's what she got for trusting a bored Harley.

She walked back to her cabin with her arms crossed clutching her biceps. Once she was in the safe zone, she pursed her lips eyeing her sound system. A solo party in her bathers seemed pretty unconventional. Great idea.


Trinity stirred and rolled to her opposite side. Beginning the day at this hour felt like too much, probably due to the excessive drinking and late night. Her speakers still carried out her type of music. At least she could get up with a little motivation then. Another thought passed her mind and she threw off her covers and headed for the shower. She smelt like the beach and while that wasn't considered a bad smell in her books, the sand in her hair and company might have thought otherwise.

She promptly got changed, brushed her hair throwing it into a high ponytail, grit her teeth in the mirror and settled for a breath freshener opposed to brushing them seeing as she hadn't had breakfast yet and didn't want to spoil the most important meal of the day with toothpaste. Once satisfied, Trinity headed to Ken Dolls cabin.

It took a little longer than she liked, being slightly thrown off with all the new cabins and newly preoccupied ones, but eventually she found it again. Trinity knocked on Wes's cabin door. She had finally got him to agree to an arm wrestle, granted, a time wasn't specified and probably wasn't intended as first thing in the morning but Trinity was too excited. Kinda like Santa back in the day. Besides, she didn't ambush Wes at his cabin nearly as much as he did hers. And she thought the loss would be easier to bear in familiar, comfortable and safe territory. Trinity smirked to herself, moments away from laughing. If she sprouted such words to him, she could already see Wes smiling and making some witty retort. Then, her heart plummeted. What if he wasn't happy to see her? What if he was upset with her for joining spin the bottle and kissing the two individuals she had. Trinity started shuffling away from the door. This was a bad idea, waking Wes from beauty sleep when he could already be in a mood with her. “Shit,” she whispered to herself.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Kalani Alana
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by mjolnir
x
x
Image


andromeda bolton
hecatex|xoutfitx|x#990856

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Andy had almost worked up the courage to go outside when she heard Ajax call out to her. "Andy..." She released the doorknob, raising her hand to cover her eyes as she tried to stop the tears. "...You were just going to leave without saying anything?" He sounded confused and hurt, but then it quickly turned to defensiveness and anger. "What, so you regret last night with me? is that it?"

"What?" Andy's voiced cracked as she slowly turned to face him. Her hands clutching her things to her chest almost like her lifeline. "No, never," she assured him, shaking her head slightly "...I'm hurt." She inhaled sharply, looking up at the ceiling, hoping it would stop the tears. For so long, Andy has bottled in her feelings about... everything. But, now they were boiling up in her and she couldn't contain it.

"I will never forget last night. Being with you... I've never been so happy." Andy raised her trembling hand, wiping her eyes as she looked down at the ground. "But when I woke up in your bed," her hand clutched at her abdomen as she tried to make words. "That bed where you slept with those two sluts, while I cried myself to sleep in the med hut after trading my life for yours in the Underworld..."

As Andy continued her breathing became more labored through the sobs. "Alex... She told me you'd never forgive me if sacrificed myself. But, I did it anyways because..." She took a deep breath. "I never expected to see the light of day again... Or you. Just knowing you were alive was enough." She sniffled, wiping her eyes. "You were mad at me that night and I get it... And I got up in the morning to go to your cabin. To explain why I did it, why I couldn't let you die." Her voice cracked, the mere thought of him dying only making this all worse.

Andy's hand raised, covering her eyes as she tried to steady her ragged breathing. It was a long moment before she was able to make words again. "But... When I got there, I saw those two girls come out of your cabin. Talking about the night they spent with you... And it... it killed me." Andy leaned back against the door as her knees grew weak. She dropped the things in her hands as she slid down until she was sitting on the ground. She brought her knees to her chest, burying her face in the palms of her hands.

"You acted like it never happened," Andy's voice was muffled from behind her hands. "You never said sorry..." She inhaled a shaky breathing. "And I just slept with you in that same bed." She slowly raised her head, blood shot, teared filled eyes meeting his. "I gave you my v-virginity in that bed." Her eyes searched his face, as she searched for what to say. "I don't want to be compared to that. I don't want you to be with me while thinking of them. I.... I'm not like them."

And then she grew silent. Andy couldn't believe everything just came flooding out of her like that all at once. She has tried not to hold a grudge about it, and to put the past behind her. But it just kept gnawing at her slowly. That's why she had never been with him before last night. Every time the thought came to her head she instantly got flashbacks of those two girls and it turned her stomach. It hurt. And what hurt most about it was the fact that Ajax never apologized for it. Never told her that she is what he wanted, not them.

After the long quiet pause, her tears had finally started to run dry. Andy took a deep breath, wiping her eyes one last time before she began trying to collect her things. She wasn't able to look up or meet his gaze. Her hands robotically pulled on each of her boots, slid her arms into her cardigan and stuffed the stockings in her pocket. But no matter how much she prepared herself to leave. Andy couldn't will herself to stand and walk out.




x
x
Image

wesley preston
aphroditex|xoutfitx|x#667C0C

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Wes snored, his left side of his body hanging off the edge of his bed. Then there was a knock on the door. In a whirlwind, he snapped awake, startled by the knock. The jolt caused him to roll off the edge of the bed, landing on the ground with a distasteful thud. Wes sat up abruptly, holding his hand out like Jackie Chan about to karate chop someone, even though his eyes were still shut. He groaned, tightly shutting his eyes as he raised his left hand to scratch the ruffled mess that was his hair. Who in the hell could want him at this hour? He swore if it was Ani, he was gonna... Well, do something.

He slowly stumbled to his feet. His left hand extended, catching himself just before his ribs slammed into the corner of his dresser. Wes made his way towards his front door with barely open eyes. He was almost there when he looked down and realized he was only in boxers. "Dammit," he groaned shuffling back to his bedroom. To be honest, he didn't care who saw him like that... but he didn't want to scar some unprepared newbie or something.

Wes plopped his butt down on the edge of his bed, and shoved his legs into a pair of pajama pants that were on the floor. That was enough effort. It was too hot for a shirt, and he had every intention of collapsing right back on that bed the moment he was alone again. If they didn't like the view of his fully exposed stump under his right shoulder... Well? Too bad. As he made his way back to the front door, he stretched and yawned one last time. Honestly, the person could have just walked right up into his cabin, it wasn't like Wes locked his doors... Ever. Probably a bad habit, but he didn't care. If someone really felt the need to get the drop on him, then by all means.

He reached out, opening the door to the crisp cool morning air. Wes flinched when he was hit with the fresh air like an unwelcome wake up call. He squinted his eyes through the sunlight, giving his sight a moment to adjust. Then he saw her, looking like she was second guessing her decision to come to his cabin. "Trin?" Wes asked confused, still groggy and waking up. Then it kind of hit him, it wasn't often she ambushed him at his cabin. So, like a switch, he was awake and alert... Or as alert as someone like him could be. "Is everything alright?" He then took a step towards her, moving out onto the porch while extending his hand towards her. "Are you ok?" His brows furrowed showing his concern.

x



x
x
Image

sloane astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#C7B29B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Sloane didn't sleep much, if at all. She spent most of her night either staring up at the ceiling or out the window, watching as the moon passed overhead and the sunrise. When she finally rolled over to check the time for the millionth time that night, she decided she could no longer stay in bed. If she was lucky enough, maybe she could get up and out of her cabin before Sylas came creeping around. That wasn't on her list of things to deal with at the present moment.

After a good stretch, Sloane made her way to the bathroom. She started the shower, adjusting the temperature until it was the perfect luke-warmth she liked. She had never been a fan of heat, or being exceptionally hot and the shower was no different. She didn't waste her time under the water, instead simply doing her business and then got out. Wrapped in a towel, Sloane made her way to her closet, staring at all of her clothes. Honestly, she hadn't worn half of it. Her mother was always the one that insisted she dressed to impress constantly. But, for the first time in a long while, Sloane didn't feel like dressing like she had a silver spoon up her butt. After all, at camp she could finally be the person she is... Or at least try.

Sloane grabbed one of the more simple outfits her mother put in her wardrobe. At least it was jeans. She got tired of how often she was in dresses or heels. She quickly got dressed, then dug to the back of her closet for a pair of sneakers. On her way out of her cabin, Sloane snatched up her bag from the night before, sliding her leather bound journal in it before throwing the strap over her shoulder. She slid on a pair of sunglasses and exited her cabin, heading to the main hall.

It must have still been fairly early when she got there. The only other person Sloane saw was Harley as she made her way towards the food. One thing she definitely needed was a strong cup of coffee. She quickly fixed herself a rather large mug and snatched up a giant muffin before heading back outside. It was too nice of a day to stay inside, even just to eat. She sipped on her drink as she walked across the field until she found a nice tree. Sloane took her bag off her shoulder and set it on the ground before she sat down with her back against the trunk of the tree.




x
x
Image

sylas astor
erisx|xoutfitx|x#064C4B

Image
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
xx
x
Shockingly, Sylas had been up and at it for awhile. Instead of bothering his sister, he decided that the morning was the perfect time for him to get a little work out in before the rest of the camp was up. Sloane was never the athletic type, especially when she was instantly taken under Eris' wing as a child. Eris never cared for the physical. She could manipulate people to do her own dirty work, so she never took the time in having Sloane train in any sort of combat. Sylas, on the other hand, wanted to surpass his sister's skills in every way possible, combat included. So, from a young age he put just as much attention into his physical prowess as he did his abilities.

Once the sun crested over the sunrise, Sylas was up and dressed. Outside his cabin he stretched, before taking off for a brisk morning jog. He ran laps around the cabins, using the forest's natural terrain as obstacles. Part of him was focused on his current task, but his inner demon couldn't help but watch the cabin's expectantly... Waiting for the morning after regrets to slowly come stalking out into the morning dusk. He was itching for some drama. So far the camp has been boring in that aspect. Sylas never found meddling quite as fun unless there was some amount of truth hidden underneath it all.

He slowly rounded the main hall, noticing a few stragglers making their way out into the day. Sylas was a bit surprised at one in particular that made him double take. It had been the first time in... Awhile, that he had seen Sloane in anything that wasn't a dress. At first he wondered if she was trying to impress someone, but that would be backwards, right? Women tend to dress nice to get someone's attention, not slum it in jeans and sneakers. He let his jog die down until he was walking, making his way towards his sister. "What's with the change in attire?" He reached down, snatching up her muffin from her lap, taking a large bite.

Sloane tried to grab the muffin from him, scoffing as she leaned back against the tree giving up. "Try wearing a dress and heels everyday and see how long it lasts," she replied to him, not sparing him a glance upward as she sipped from her coffee.

"Where's your book?" he asked with a mouthful of muffin.

"I don't read all the time, Sylas."

"Uh, yeah, you do." He squatted down a few feet away from her, resting his elbows on his knees as he took another bite.

Sloane sighed, tapping her fingers against the coffee mug in her hands. "I lent it to someone, if you must know." She sideways glanced at him.

Sylas' grin was cheshire like, creepy and menacing. The hand that help the muffin, pointed its index finger towards Sloane. "So the spider is spinning its web."

"I'm not doing anything," Sloane corrected, a sharp bite in her words.

He clicked his tongue against the side of his mouth, pushing off his knees so that he was standing. "Watch yourself, sis." Sylas put the last bit of the muffin in his mouth, and balled up the wrapper in his fist. "We're—"

"Not here to make friends. Yeah, I know," Sloane interrupted him, tired of hearing the same speech everyday.

Sylas' jaw clenched as he exhaled through his nose. He pursed his lips, tossing the balled up muffin wrapper into Sloane's coffee. "You don't need friends, Sloane. They'll drag you down... Make you sympathize and care. Especially, that Khione boy. All we need is each other. Friends are liabilities." He then leaned over, whispering in his sister's ear. "Get too close to them, and I'll prove it." He backed up, making intense eye contact with her. Sylas then plastered his face with his perfected fake smile. "Enjoy your coffee, sis." Then he left as quickly as he came, jogging off back into the woods.

Once Sylas was gone, Sloane looked down at her tainted coffee. Her jaw clenched in frustration before she poured out the drink and soggy muffin wrapper in the grass beside her. She sighed, inspecting the inside of the coffee mug, then set it on the ground. What appetite Sloane had, gone now.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Elias Stratos Character Portrait: Raven Ackerman
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image

E L I A S x S T R A T O S
Image
Son of Ares /Outfit / Hex: #9d1515
x
Image

Elias had been keeping an eye around the camp eating the food there and sipping on his beer. He ahd never really fit in anywhere he had gone, at least not for long. He tried to keep a lid on his temper, but the more he tried the harder it seemed at times. He watched his half sister spun and gave a little shake, well that was the game. You played it because you had someone you wanted to kiss. He'd just gotten there and well maybe truth or dare would have been more his speed. That could have been a good one for him if he liked a girl hed say it. Never went any more wrong than any other approach. He went back to eating the plate of food.

"Go ahead." He'd settle in and start to eat. He was generally laid back when he could keep his cool, certainly not the rowdy type well unless you got him going. A few bites in he let a little smile touch his lips as she opened up and asked him a question. "Enjoying the party?" He didn't mind if there wasn't the conversation, but he certainly wasn't one to avoid it. ”Sure, good food, drinks, all in all pretty enjoyable. Can't say that spin the bottle is really my game of choice.” A hint of amusement touched his lips as he saw her watching Trinity and shook his head. Guy should have known better.

As he nearly finished off his plate he saw Raven down half the second bottle. He was about to say something when he heard another voice “Hello lady and gent,” Well he could wait to ask about that.“Good to see you both make an appearance. Even if parties aren't our particular scene and we don't feel festive.” He gave a little bit of a shrug, not really thinking much of the opinion. Raven answered though. "Who said I wasn't feeling festive?" The snip had that little bit of bite to it.

“My mistake. That's one festive activity checked. I also saw you dancing, playing spin the bottle, have a drinking competition with Elias here. You two are so rowdy and festive. Real party goers.” As her hand touched his shoulder she'd feel it tense up. Not really enough to be visible, but the hand on it could certainly feel it. He didn't really mind, he enjoyed different parts of it than most and got that. ”More to a party than just some games. For me it's all about the people. Who knows who you'll meet. There's a bit of a thrill to it.” He gave a smirk to Harley as she commented“Well that was possibly the shortest game and party known to men. Now I best be off before any drunks misplace an item and point the finger in the easiest direction.” He made a joking show of checking his person to make sure that she had't played some trick on him when she was there, looking over to Raven and giving her a wink.

”Should get going too. Gotta get up early tomorrow morning and it won't do to be out late. Sorry we didn't really have a chance to talkb good company just the same.” He got up and stretched. He had been hoping for a bit more to go off of. One thing was for sure his half sister didn't need any protecting, She was tough as nails and full of fire. Heading back to the cabin, he'd settle in for a good night's rest. Early to bed early to rise.

When he got back to the cabin he was a little surprised not to see Trinity there. He could have sworn he had seen her heading up from the beach ahead of him. Must have been stopped by someone on the way back. She could take care of herself, and well shuffling all over the place was the aftermath of any party. She must have gotten swept up in it.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dominik Einarsson Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Areum Moon Character Portrait: Elias Stratos Character Portrait: Raven Ackerman
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Maeves
R a v e nX A c k e r m a n
d a u g h t e rXo fXk h i o n e
Image
outfitX #9D948D
Image


Raven could only grin and shake her head in response to Harley. She's one of the few people Rae actually opens up around easily to. Raven listened as the Aries kid spoke. ”More to a party than just some games. For me it's all about the people. Who knows who you'll meet. There's a bit of a thrill to it.” The words held some sense to them and Raven would halfway agree. The free drinks and food was that other half ... take that back, just the drinks. Harley's slender finger at her side popped Rae's little thought bubble. She'd admit, she's a bit ticklish but she didn't jump, just shot a joking glare her direction.

The gesture did make Raven notice the bodies leaving the beach though. Guess it was that time then. The time where everyone sleeps and she's just up doing whatever she pleases because her body is a jerk. Insomnia was a bitch. Even though Raven could feel the tired behind her eyes, her mind and body on the other hand were ready to go. “Well that was possibly the shortest game and party known to men,” and she was right. The party didn't go on for long but Raven also wasn't expecting much so it didn't bother her in the slightest, only that there was no more beer. “Now, I best be off before any drunks misplace an item and point the finger in the easiest direction.” Catching sight of the Aries kid, she couldn't help but to snicker, lifting her bottle up, tipping Harley a little salute of farewell. “See you beauts another day,”

With that, now there were two but not for long as the Aries kid also got up, stretching until he was ready. ”Should get going to. Gotta get up early tomorrow morning and it won't do to be out late. Sorry we didn't really have a chance to talk Good company just the same.” Raven gave the boy a soft smile and sent him off with a nod. He was good company, as far as she could tell. Now there was only one and this one wasn't looking to go back to her cabin any time soon. She swept the beach once more, taking note of some stranglers. One of them caught Raven's gaze. She was beautiful, Raven thought. There was something hypnotic about her aura that was enough to make the young demi-god's gaze linger for a few seconds longer than she intended.

Finally looking away, she emptied what was left of her drink and disposed of it. She then got up and reached around into her back pocket. Rae pulled out the small sketchbook from earlier and the little pencil that had stabbed her in the butt cheek a couple of times while sitting. Wasn't the best idea but at least the point hadn't broken off by some miracle. Raven began moving her feet, breaking off from the rest that were sure to be gone in the next five minutes or so. Closer she got to the sea, until she was a few good feet from where the tide pulled in. She sat in the sand, criss-crossed, there were many stars out tonight, they looked nice. The moon was pretty bright too, being a good source of light for what she was going to do next.

Picking up the pencil she began to sketch out the sky and stars. The sky soon turned to the sea and some time after there a was a mesmerizing sketch of what she saw through her eyes. By the time she had finished sketching her night away, Raven had four pages filled with drawings and one happened to be of the daughter of hypnos she briefly saw after the party ended. Raven decided to call it a night. It was about 2:40 in the morning and her brain and body finally was catching up to the tiredness in her eyes.

When she entered the cabin Raven briefly stopped by Dom's door. She should have just talk to him at the party but she didn't know how to be a sister. She placed her hand softly on the door. Why did she suck at this so bad? Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment but when the faint sound of ice forming on the door reached her ears, Raven pulled her hand back fast. She gave out a little sigh, she'd talk to him tomorrow for sure. Raven continued to her room where she stripped to nothing but her underwear, leaving her clothes a heap next to the bed where she climbed in, pushing her socks off with her toes once she was under warm covers.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Kalani Alana Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Isobel Logan
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
HEX: #05105E || Outfit


Image "For a self proclaimed dick, you're quite the gentleman." Mason frowned. He never called or thought himself a dick directly. Sure he knew he was rough around the edges and other people thought he was a dick but... a thank you probably would have sufficed from Kalani. Maybe that one 'I hate everyone equally' comment had painted that picture. Andy and Trinity would have just laughed. Andy would probably bump him and tell him to lighten up and Trinity would nod and probably chime 'me too.' "Oh and by the way, I've never had that happen to me," she answered. "I'm pretty good at getting what I want." She winked and spun on her heel. Yes, the spoiled children of Aphrodite were. "See ya Mason."
"See ya, Ani."

His dialogue with Emery was no better, the small brunette turning into a mini sass queen. "My knight in shining armour. I'd be so terrified of what lurks in the dark forest if you weren't here." She giggled. This is what he got for being nice. "You don't have to if you don't want to, but a walk up the hill together would be nice." Mason fell in step with Emery as his answer. He wouldn't have risked offering if he didn't want to go a step further with the daughter of Artemis.

To his last question, she began to answer, "I didn't really have anyone in mind. Just joined for a bit of fun. Although if you know anyone that's interested in me you should let me know, I could have a little fun while I'm here at camp."
Mason grinned. "Is fun code for fling in this instance?" He guessed in her slightly more scrambled brain it was. "Don't worry, I'll let you know. I'm very 'in the loop'."

When they reached her cabin, Emery turned and leaned against the doorframe to face him. "Thanks for protecting me from lions, tigers, and bears, oh my," she said and Mason smiled sadly. He hoped she didn't feel the less pleasurable effects of alcohol in the morning. "You're a good egg," she concluded, throwing her hand lazily into his shoulder or something like that, and afterwards stumbling into her cabin. Mason lurched forward to help but she had enough composure to give a final, "Goodnight!" call and to shut the door behind her.

He let himself laugh quietly and headed back to his cabin. He must've sat up in bed for a couple more hours at least. Not doing anything really except waiting for his mind to go blank and sleep to take him. Mason didn't have nightmares anymore but he was afraid of them.

____________________________________________________________________

When he finally convinced himself to get up, the next conviction was much more of a press. That being to get out of his cabin and his stomach argued that point largely. He sighed out letting the need for food win again but not before getting changed. If throwing on the closest shirt and whatever slacks counted.

On his way to the hall, Mason spotted a girl on her own lapping up the sunshine and fresh air. He couldn’t recall her name regrettably but she was eye capturing without trying to be. She never made a scene of herself and he knew little about her, except that he was intrigued by her. Keep walking, keep walking, he told himself. Mason kept watching her. Then there was no mental tear about it as Kalani approached her instead. He'd have to high-five the girl or something at some stage for making the decision easier.

In the dining area, there were a few odd bodies already in place, including Emery, feigning interest on her phone, a clever avoidance technique from conversation, and Harley. He sighed out and found his own seat.



D U K ExxL O Y C E N
HEX:#780707 | Outfit

Image They shook hands firmly which gave the girl some brownie points with Duke. But just as easily, things took a turn. He jolted in attempt to catch her but the mini collision had already happened and been resolved just as quickly before he could respond.
”Ah, sorry! Sands a smidge wetter than I thought there.” He only smiled and shook his head to communicate no harm was done, unlike the effect on her castle and statues. Maybe he should have apologized. ”Thanks, I've always had a talent for sculpture. It's no so much the crowds, nor the parties ye ken. It's just been a lot to take in, lot to go through. And I divent know who people is.” He gave a nonchalant gesture as he found himself trying to repair and rebuild her castle wall. ”Given who we are. A suppose we've all lost stuff afore we come here, maybe that’s why we're sent here. Soes them we love don't find themselves in the crossfire.”

He sighed out. "I think the point of a party," he emphasized to keep their topics less soul bearing, but in no way ignoring the girl's observation of why half of them were there, "aside from an excuse to drink, is to meet people and, uh...what do people say? Let down their hair?" He furrowed his brows. All those snazzy expressions and lingos weren't his territory.

”Ye must think I'm an idiot. A wee lass playing in the sand on 'er own.” Duke laughed. Not in a cruel way though. He had to admit, many people of their demographic didn't play in the sand alone or at a party but he didn't think that made her an idiot. ”Seems we're nearing the last still out, party must be coming to a close. Time for us to head back?”

Duke glanced over his shoulder. And so the party was, but the dying fire and party couldn't hold his attention. "Different is good. And you can head back..." he begun, palming over a heap of sand to start his own castle "whenever you like." Duke raised his hand towards the bonfire, giving it new life and passion to light up the beach for them once again. He grinned towards fire then his company. "So for reference do I call you wee lass or do you have a real name?"

It took some time for Duke to project his vision on his castle, especially working with something as small and delicate as grains of sand that fell through his hand or off the sides, but he made it work eventually. Once his task was complete, he climbed to his feet and offered the girl a hand up and walked her to cabin, bid her goodnight then went to his cabin for the night.

____________________________________________

It had crossed his mind in the morning to knock on McKenna's door and ask her if she wanted to grab some breakfast together, but he thought it best to leave her be. She could have already been engaged and committed in an experiment, her work or simply enjoying a sleep-in.

Duke kept walking and stumbled upon no other than Alex. Doing a workout by the looks of things, using a limb of a tree to pull herself up. "You got to engage your core," he said and automatically held his as demonstration. "Don't pull up on momentum, pull up with these."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Annie Lee Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Kalani Alana Character Portrait: Mateo Lopez
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
xzx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
Image
xxDaughter of Ares | Outfit | #461f4b

Image

"I do," he seemed to promise with his gaze on hers. Trinity smiled a little, more worried about her own end because she did trust Wes in that moment.

"What in the hell is a brekky?" She opened her mouth to respond, but Wes continued. "Yeah, yeah. Just let me change real quick." Trinity chuckled, sometimes forgetting their slangs didn't align. While he left for his room Trinity stared at her left hand with a glint of worry, and the right protectively cradled it. She prayed she wasn't losing strength and that whatever an official date was, it would be okay. She would be okay. She made the right decision.

Trinity blew out a sigh and shook out her arms. Wes emerged from his room, slowly fumbling with a few buttons on his shirt. "Do you mind helping me?... I can do it, but you might be waiting for awhile." He laughed weakly and tugged on his buttons.

“No, yeah, sure.” Trinity approached Wes to help fasten the remaining buttons. A heat crept over her cheeks standing before him. Despite being careful and steady, her knuckles and fingers would brush his torso in a feather touch as she worked. “Sorry,” she mumbled, although her eyes focused on the chore at hand until she was done. Trinity glanced up to him and smiled. “Good to go.”

She led the way to the hall silently. She was, at the core, still at a loss for words. It wasn't that things were awkward, Trinity was only in her own head. But as they got to the more populated areas, like outside the hall where Kalani and Annie, and a few couple other bodies resided, Trinity found conversation again. “She's lovely, your sister. You two seem to connect really easily. I mean it makes sense, you're both so...loving I guess.” Trinity smiled. Kalani and Wes both molded so well into camp so quickly within their first weeks. They were endearing and conversational. “You must be excited to have another person to bug.” She bumped her shoulder into him playfully then spun on her heel walking backwards. “Uuh, you should also probably teach me to be more socially pleasant so I can get a head start. You know, get the family to start liking me and approve of me in the early stages.” Trinity winked and chuckled, though on some level she felt it was genuinely needed. Talking about how Aphrodites powers could disarm enemies and lead them to the edge of their own swords probably wasn't the most charming topic of conversation.

It would be hella amazing though.

Her eyes widened in realization and she held Wes's arm. “Can you compel me? Like fill me so much devotion that I'd do anything?” Trinity knew he didn't like making people do things or feel things against their true will, but she was asking for it. “Do it. Turn me into a teddy bear. Make me hug someone.” A harmless suggestion ultimately with Kal and Annie as the potential nearest victims, and a test of Wes's powers. “Come on Ken Doll, make me do something un-Trinity.”
She poked him gently and repetitively with a sly smile.



Image
xx H A R L E E N xx T H E O D O S
Image
Daughter of Hermes | Outift | #51849C

Image

Harley stood near the kitchen waiting for something as simple yet delicious as a grilled cheese and tomato sandwich, crossing her arms, then tapping her forearms as she waited for the toaster to do its business while her eyes scanned the crowd. The most intriguing of conversions had to be between Mason and Sylas. She couldn't say them interacting was odd, something about the pair just looked right but...Harley didn't know. It didn't look particularly buddy bud as so many others sitting together did.

Her attention shifted easily when a girl raced through her vision preparing breakfast like a woman on a mission. Harley raised her brows and shifted aside to avoid being collateral damage. People were extra weird on this camp but she kinda liked it. She could dig it. The smell of burning wafted up her nostrils and she spun around with a start turning off the machine and throwing her slightly burnt toast on a plate. Harley grimaced disappointed. In all her history of toast making she had been an expert, managing that perfect golden brown shade and crunch but now the record was gone, her toast tainted of little black marks. Even so, she acknowledged it could have been much worse.

In the nick of time, the same girl darted pass again with a plate prepared and Harley lifted her own plate above head to avoid a collision this time. She watched the girl deliver it to Mateo. Son of Hera. He was evidently pleased with his waitress service and Harley didn't even know there was such a thing at camp.

Harley started towards Mateo though based on their outfit and outward appeal differences, she wouldn’t be surprised if he wrinkled his nose at her presence. He kind of had that air of 'I'm a prince.'
“Morning. Can that nifty trick be taught or is she just a peach?” She threw her head towards the doll that made him some warm breakfast. Harley could steal someone's breakfast sure, but personal service...there was no lifting of a finger required. “Did you have fun last night?”

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dominik Einarsson Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Raven Ackerman Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Atticus Cohen
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Maeves
A t t i c u sX C o h e n

s o nXo fXn e m i s i s

Image

outfitX #555544

Image




Atticus passed out in bed fully knowing what consequences lied before him the next day, so he wasn't surprised when his sister came into his room. He lazily laid there, too in love with his bed sheets to want to move right now but he was feeling a little pleased with himself. He was exhausted from the night before but only because he spent a big part of his day blessing a shield for a camper. This camper was also someone who Kit had his sights on for a while and that was because he had something Kit was after. Instead of attending the party like he should have, he sacrificed this event for a good cause and Eve would find out soon enough.

Speaking of which, she crossed her arms standing at the foot of Atticus's bed. “How’d you sleep?” Atticus turned over, half of the world coming into view as he slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the light. "like a princess." He lazily grinned. Evelyn had made an effort to step out of her comfort zone by attending the bonfire, but also seize an opportunity to gather more sense of other demigod occupants, while Atticus didn't make an appearance. “I could have used you, you know I have terrible people skills,” she stated and sat on his bed. To some, she might have come off disapproving or angry but Evelyn merely preferred her half-brother there.

Kit couldn't help but feel a little guilty and sat up. With his messy hair perfectly covering his blind eye, Kit raised his arm and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. He was going to apologize but decided to let his sister speak instead, gladly being there to listen whenever. “I spoke with the youngest demigoddess and she must have punched and scorched me in her head at least ten times.” McKenna's dark gaze had burned into Evelyn's skull for most of the night so the image was pretty vivid in her head. Not that it was traumatic, more unpleasant. Atticus, on the other hand, rose an eyebrow at Eve. "Wait, what did you say?" He knew how his sister could come off to others sometimes so he didn't think it'd hurt to ask. Though, he did sound just a tad bit accusing towards Evelyn since he asked what she did instead of what happened.

Evelyn gave a heavy sigh reflecting on the night passed then looked at her brother who had begun to stretch the morning fatigue away. “I'll let you get changed then we can grab breakfast together. Deal?”

With a nod and a yawn, Atticus let his sister exit his room as he got up and dressed for the day. He rubbed the groggy feeling from his eyes and when he opened them again, the whole world came into view regularly. The blindness temporarily gone as he needed.

Atticus walked with Evelyn to the hall. It was already filling with campers as more of them greeted the morning from the night before. Seeing some with hangovers almost made him reviled he didn't attend. The gods only knew how well he'd handle a hangover himself, probably complaining to Eve that his head hurt every ten minutes. Shaking the thought from his head with a slight smile, Atticus escorted his sister to an empty table. Time to begin to make up for last night. He sat across from her but leaned in halfway smiling and his hands folded on the table. "So, what would my dear sister like to eat this morning?"


________________________________________________________________

R a v e nX A c k e r m a n

d a u g h t e rXo fXk h i o n e

Image

outfitX #9D948D

Image




At first light Raven stirred in her bed, contemplating the thought of getting up but after hurting her eyes looking at the light coming in through her window, she decided against it, pulling the covers way over her head and getting in another hour of sleep before actually starting her day. Once she was up and dressed, Raven noticed that Dominik had gone off ahead. It wasn't really a surprise as the boy was usually up before her anyway but she'd catch up to him sooner or later. Her head faintly ached but it wasn't a hangover, more like lack of sleep, a feeling she was all too acquainted with.

She gave a rub at her temples then hung her hair in a comfortable ponytail. Not too tight or the ache would turn into a full-on headache and she wasn't down for it today. There were a few stretches, laps and pull-ups involved in her morning warm up but nothing she couldn't handle. After the exercise, Raven headed back to her cabin for a quick warm shower, the soft smell of honey clinging close behind her when she finished. The faint thumping of her temples was soothed a little but not completely. Only a cup of tea would cure it and with that thought in mind, she made her way to the hall.

It didn't take long at all to spot the faces she had seen last night at the bonfire or at least the ones she knew. Tea was on the brain though, sweet, delicious tea. Raven walked over to the coffee machine and had it dispense a cup of hot water instead by not adding any of the grounded coffee beans, to begin with. She reached over and grabbed a packet of oolong tea and dropped it into her cup. The tea bag instantly infused the water with its pleasant aroma and almost orange tint which brought a satisfied smile to her lips as she added the honey. After she had finished her preparations, Raven grabbed a nice juicy peach and turned around. She spotted Dom, her now more than likely destination, giving Harley a wave with a slight grin as she passed by.

When she approached Raven did her best not to seem awkward. Sitting across from him, she took a few sips of her tea before setting it down in front of her. She studied the cover of the book he was reading for a second. "The Iliad, huh? I didn't know you liked such books." She took a bite of her peach, trying to act natural. A bit nervous and a bit eager to talk to him, finally. "I have the Aethiopis, it's another good read if you like that one." Raven let Dom take his time to answer, there was no rush or pressure on her side, just genuine curiosity about the boy who sat across from her.
__________________________________________________________
In collab with xNocturnax

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Greer Character Portrait: Dominik Einarsson Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Mateo Lopez Character Portrait: Raven Ackerman
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image

gwendolyn greer

poseidon • #E1A391 • cozy

Image
Image
X
X
"That's alright. I had a bit much to drink, so Mason walked me back afterwards." Gwen waggled her eyebrows slightly at the comment, "Mason huh? I didn't expect you to go for the dark and mysterious type". Gwen was quick enough to swat Em's hand away as she snatched one of her grapes popping it into her mouth, "hey! There are plenty of grapes at the table" . Em just shrugged at Gwen's comment as she swallowed the stolen grape, "There, now we're even."

"Alright, fair enough".

Gwen watched as Em's eyes trained just off to Gwen's right, and she turned her head to see who had caught her attention "Theo!" Oh gods. He had a broad grin on his face, he was devilishly handsome. She whipped her head back around to the table and prayed that she would restrain from properly embarrassing herself.

Theo plopped himself down next to Em joining their table. "Hey Em, hope you're feeling alright this morning. You had a good bit to drink last night," Gwen smiled as she was Em pinch him in the arm in retort, it reminded her of Finn and herself. "That's Em-ery to you, buster," Gwen let out a soft chuckle as the siblings went back and forth, and she stabbed her fork through a piece of pineapple, munching on it accordingly.

"Really though... are you ever going to introduce me to your pretty friend here." Gwen froze mid-chew her cheeks blushing a faint rose as she raised her eyes to Theo who looked pretty satisfied with himself. Em clearly wasn't having his flirtatious banter "I was going to... Then you opened your fat mouth." She refrained from laughing at Em's snarky comments, the two were clearly related.

"I'm Theo. And... you must be Gwen. It is certainly a pleasure." He extended his hand for her to shake, which she found a proper gesture, but nonetheless shook his hand gently. Her hand felt small compared his. She was like a fish out of water, frozen in place. She hadn't expected him to come on so strong and it completely threw her off guard.

She realized she had been holding on to his hand for too long and quickly took it back. Her face flamed even more as she noticed Emery trying to hold back her laughter at the awkward situation. "As you have so astutely pointed out, Theo, this is Gwen. And Gwen, this is..." She held a slight pause, "...my brother, Theo."

Finally, Gwen mustered up the courage to speak up. "It's nice to finally meet you, Emery has talked a lot about you. All good things, I promise." She tucked a stray auburn hair behind her ear and offered him a shy smile. She wasn't used to being so nervous around others, but she couldn't help the fact that her crush on the boy had completely stuck her foot in her mouth."I saw you at the party last night, but it ended so fast and you were busy so I didn't have the chance to introduce myself." Of course, there was a little bit of an underlying meaning. For one, they had made eye contact a few times but Theo seemed a little into Trinity after their kiss. She wasn't daft, of course those two had a little history and if Theo was planning on charming Gwen for a rebound she wasn't entirely here for it. Even if she found him incredibly handsome.

________________________________________________________________________________________________________


Image

domonik einarsson

khione • #90A6A6 • casual

Image
Image
Dom flipped through the pages soaking in the book itself, he hadn't been much into true classics but something about it engrossed him. Maybe it was Sloane, maybe some tiny thought had told him if he read it he'd understand her a little better. Speaking of Sloane, as he flipped a page his eyes strayed above the cover of the novel and met her gaze. She must've escaped the conversation outside and made her way into the hall. She smiled and waved slightly, in which Dom smiled back. His heart panged a little when she didn't join him at the table, but it was irrational. They had only just met.

Dom's gaze traveled back to the pages, so when his half-sister sat down in front of him he didn't even notice her presence until she spoke up. His gaze fluttered from the word he was on to her, a little startled but mostly shocked. He hadn't expected her to make the first move to talk, the fact she did speak first made him feel a little guilty. He should've introduced himself already, that's what normal siblings did. "The Iliad, huh? I didn't know you liked such books."
He could tell she was a bit nervous, and he didn't blame her, he was too. He was quiet for a moment, partly because he had no idea what to say, or how to even approach the conversation. He had been an only child and a strange one nonetheless, but he needed to try. Raven was quite possibly the only one in this camp who could truly understand him. "Hmm? Oh, it just something a... friend gave to me. Just to pass the time". His index finger drew a steady, small circle on the page of his book, a nervous tick to help him concentrate on the conversation. "I have the Aethiopis, it's another good read if you like that one." He offered her a faint smile, and nodded his head slightly. "Thank you, I have a few as well, but my collection is a bit scattered. The Jungle, The Grapes of Wrath, Lord of the Flies." Dom liked anything striking, and powerful, novels that changed the very way you think. However, he didn't mind a classic ever so often.

"I hope you've been uhm, enjoying yourself at camp? I know for me it's been a little difficult", especially as a child of Khione, "So maybe you've fared better?" Raven seemed to be a little more outgoing than he was, she had a charisma about her that he envied. So maybe she had already acquired friends, or maybe they were more alike than he thought.

________________________________________________________________________________________________________



Image

mateo lopez

hera • #CDA200 • casual

Image
Image

Mateo had dug into the plate before him, a little surprised. Although the food fared a little less than what he was used to back home, it was quite delicious. He had just stabbed into a piece of cantaloupe when a girl, he hadn't met before approached him. “Morning. Can that nifty trick be taught or is she just a peach?” She was a little rough around the edges, or so he assumed but he didn't mind the edge. Not to mention she had noticed his little trick and was amused rather than appalled. He smirked and lifted is fork in a 'ya got me' gesture. "A magician never reveals his secrets, but if I might add the peachiness definitely makes it a bit easier". That statement was true, the more willing they were the easier it was to compel. "If you'd like to see it in action however, I'd be more than happy to have you fetch me a glass of water." He raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing a little bigger, but when he saw her expression he laughed. "I'm just kidding, I've had enough fun this morning already".

“Did you have fun last night?” Matty turned his head to the side letting out a soft chuckle at the question. "As much as I could. The damn thing ended before all the real fun would start. I guess I was a little let down, I expected a demigod party to be more exciting than the ones the frat boys throw on back home. Tell me, have you ever seen a nineteen year old boy take ten shots of vodka in a row, recite the Gettysburg address, and then jump through a window? It's more exciting than you think." What a wild ride his short time at college had been. He'd seen things, that no one should probably ever see in their lifetime, but hey that's college for you. He nodded towards her, taking a bite out of a piece of bacon. "What about you? Everything you've ever hoped?"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Kalani Alana Character Portrait: Mateo Lopez Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Atticus Cohen
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
xxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
Image
xxDaughter of Ares | Outfit | #461f4b

Image

Kalani offered a wave and Trinity twiddled her fingers in response. See, exhibit a. She was the perfect delightful little vegemite.

"You go from a deer in headlights at the thought of an official date... To wanting me to prep you to meet my family?"

She cringed at herself. “Was it that obvious?” She waved it off dismissively regardless. Her deer in headlights moment had faded. Hopefully.

"And for the record, my family only consists of Kalani and my father. Ani loves everyone... And my father? Well, he hates me, so he'd probably like you." Wes chuckled softly while Trinity's head cocked to the side curiously but still smiled. That didn't necessarily sound like a good thing since Wes had to live with him. Or certainly endure him in some form or the other.

“And your mum,” she said when there was no add on of Aphrodite. Trinity didn't know what part she played in Wesley's life but it still took two to tango and the Goddess was family.

Trinity awaited his…well…his command in a very real sense. "It doesn't quite work like that. I can't make you do anything. I can only give you a strong sense of love, devotion or obsession... Then anything beyond that is whatever your twisted little psyche decides."

“Learn something new,” Trinity noted, half-impressed and amused with her finger trapped in his hand. But his powers and love and whatnot were very much his domain so she couldn't exactly argue or prompt for it to work in a certain way.

"Plus, if people can't accept you for who you are, then they obviously don't deserve you as a friend. Because I think you're perfect the way you are." Ah, he said the p word. She should have figured he'd go for the just be yourself basis speech and it was hard for her to stop from rolling her eyes even as her head and heart soared. "But, if you really want me to do it... I will. But, you can't be mad at me if you don't like it or do something... Well, undesired."

“Have you tried it?” She quirked up a challenging brow. But she could hear his response to that already. "No, it won't work,"or, "yes, it didn't end well" which she'd then feel bad for. “Fine, fine. I get it. The power of passion is dangerous. Trinity stalked towards the hall. “How would the primitive daughter to the god of war possibly be able to cope with lust?” she ranted to herself through the kitchen and begrudgingly poured herself some cocoa puffs and milk in a bowl. Though it was for dramatic flare, Trinity couldn't help to infer some layer underneath, that he meant she particularly couldn't handle, love, devotion and obsession. Even when logic argued it applied to everyone.

“But you can point love and desire in a direction?” she said returning to open conversation with Wes. “That's how you made the giant chase those stonemen last year. So what if you...” It took one look at his right stump and she clamped her lips shut. Whatever the case, Wes only had control to an extent otherwise he woudn't have let that happen to his limb. And he preferred not to do it. Trinity sighed out then pressed her tongue to her cheek. Not because of Wes's decision and information but because she was exasperated with herself.

Perfect my ass. One day maybe she'd learn the art of shutting up. Trin then scanned the crowd and who to sit with. Andy was the first that popped out but Ajax would likely swoop in and bring a grin about her face. She felt very out of place with the lovebirds. Theo was there but could be counted as busy. Then there was Elias.

Trinity's body was already sinking slowly into the seat across from Andy, however. “Hey.” She smiled and shuffled over assuring plenty of room for Wes. “Where's company?” Trinity nodded to the vacant space next to Andy, no doubt in reference to golden boy.



Image
xxxxx H A R L E E N xx T H E O D O S
Image
xxDaughter of Hermes | Outift | #51849C

Image

"A magician never reveals his secrets, but if I might add the peachiness definitely makes it a bit easier". She chuckled. No doubt. Probably too easy. "If you'd like to see it in action however, I'd be more than happy to have you fetch me a glass of water." Her eyes widened and smile broke but before she could open her mouth to retort he laughed. "I'm just kidding, I've had enough fun this morning already".

She shook her head to herself with a grin. “You got me.”

To the feels of the party, he replied, "As much as I could. The damn thing ended before all the real fun would start. I guess I was a little let down, I expected a demigod party to be more exciting than the ones the frat boys throw on back home. Tell me, have you ever seen a nineteen year old boy take ten shots of vodka in a row, recite the Gettysburg address, and then jump through a window? It's more exciting than you think."

Harley laughed again, the picture he painted playing quite vividly in her head. She could imagine its entertainment “No doubt.”

"What about you? Everything you've ever hoped?"

“Oh, it's all a dream come true.” She rolled her eyes like the answer was obvious then gave a smirk of her own. “Well you pretty much said it. I seized what opportunities I could to pep up the night. It died premature. It was good for its drinks and a few snippets of entertainment then....poof. Gone. Party disbanded. But, I'm optimistic and hopeful for round two done right and to top any frat boy party experience.” Then she leaned forward, looking around to check they were in the clear as the next secret words of wisdom departed from her lips, “Also, just generally, if another game of spin the bottle occurs, you might want to be the spokesman to suggest not kissing like its kindergarten.” Harley beamed. Not that she had seen every kiss shared in the circle but from what she saw and due to the lack of commentary and commotion, she guessed it was pretty....G rated. Which was nice and sweet but for entertainment/party purposes it probably needed to offer a little more flare.

“Oh, not a stalker by the way,” she added with a quick throw up of her hands in surrender. “Just observant,” she said, the same time as her fingers touched her shoulders.

Harley took a bite of her toast finally, too caught up in story time to pay her breakfast the attention it deserved. “You heard the latest gossip on camp?” she inquired behind her hand. Harley stretched out a pause in case her company had some different and more juicy gossip to provide. “Capture the flag is happening today.” She waggled her brows. For the likes of Harley, there was nothing more invigorating than a competitive little game. For others it was probably something groan worthy. Particularly after a night of drinking. “I'm sure camp's version of capture the flag will exceed any expectation.”



Image
xxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S
Image
xxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #a10b6d

Image

Atticus walked her to the hall and led them to a vacant table. "So, what would my dear sister like to eat this morning?" Atticus offered.

Evelyn smirked figuring this was his version of redemption. “I won’t be forgiving you so easily,” she teased, “but since you're keen to be so kind I'll have porridge with sliced strawberries and banana.” Eve looked around at the others and their variety of meals. “And toast generously buttered, with eggs and bacon cooked to perfection, a little tub of yogurt and...” Eve stuttered as she couldn't even think of something for the extensive list to go on and she laughed. “I really would like some porridge, thanks Atti.”

She sat back and crossed her legs. Eventually they were going to have to talk about his absence at the party, unless the reason was transparent or would reveal itself sooner than later. But Eve figured she had been interrogative enough within 24hours, so instead offered up a confession of her own. In Kit's room he had asked what Evelyn said to get McKenna to mentally beat her though by the end of the night things looked slightly better. “I didn't say or do anything wrong last night,” Evelyn insisted to Atticus softly. “I was just a bit...forward with her. She's young, she's pretty, she has mental fortress walls around her.” Evelyn shrugged. “I was intrigued. I initially wanted her to know she had someone on her side funnily enough.” Funnily enough in this circumstance meaning poorly ironic again, Evelyn mused. Was that the only thing she could find humor in these days?

Her fingers drummed a gentle rhythm on the table. It was quite a thing to be misunderstood but she had long promised herself people could make their own conclusions on her. At least she had Kit who she gave a warm smile to. Luckily he was graced with a little more appropriate social ability even if trend suggested the eldest be gifted in that department instead.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Greer Character Portrait: Dominik Einarsson Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Keun Seung-min Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Adrianna Lockwood Character Portrait: Nikolaos King Character Portrait: Annie Lee Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin Character Portrait: Kalani Alana Character Portrait: Dimitri Costas Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Lise Moulin Character Portrait: Finley Nguyen Character Portrait: Mateo Lopez Character Portrait: Areum Moon Character Portrait: Elias Stratos Character Portrait: Raven Ackerman Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Atticus Cohen Character Portrait: Isobel Logan
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

ImageImage
STAFF ANNOUNCEMENT - ALARIC HART

ImageHe headed to the hall with a large bag over his shoulder prompting the camp attendees outside to follow him as he passed so he could make the announcement. Other staff patrolled the camp rounding the strays up or those that chose to slumber in their cabins.

Once he was burrowed in towards the back of the hall, he begun. "Excuse me." He cleared his throat. "Excuse me." Having little success to gain their focus that way, he whistled loudly, its sound easily carrying through the hall.
"Great. Now, it has come to my attention that the camp has been making ill on its promises to help harness and flourish your powers and provide exciting activity. So today, we play an extreme capture the flag. And yes it's mandatory that you participate. As elementary as that may sound, you need it. Welcome to camp. The teams will be split up in two.."

He cleared his throat and read from his list. "The Red Spartans: Alexandria, Andromeda, Dominick, McKenna, Ji-hyun, Sloane, Theo, Harleen, Finley, Atticus, Adrianna, Kalani, Elias, Nikoloas, Lise, Mason."

He looked up from his list expecting the groans to roll in but protesting would get them nowhere.

"The Blue Trojans: Ajax, Gwendolyn, Trinity, Wesley, Sylas, Annie, Seung-min, Emery, Dimitri, Duke, Keith, Isobel, Mateo, Areum, Raven and Evelyn."

"You die, you lose. You tap out, you lose. You get your color taken from you, you lose and come back to the hall and watch."
He dropped his bag with a grunt on a nearby table with a clatter. "Your colors are at your base. These are your weapons. You do not have to use a weapon, they will not be given to you. You can use your powers." He smirked a little. "Welcome to the Hunger Games." The reference to the gripping YA book probably went over at least half the camp attendants heads. Most didn't give reading the time of day, and those that did read probably didn't concern themselves with something so modernized, their noses either stuck in the air or buried in work of literature and ancient tales instead.
Alaric was mostly referring to the cornucopia aspect. The weapons would be scattered among the woods and there’s for the taking, most of which were right at the center of the woods, gleaming and beckoning to be taken in the crossfire.
The camp attendees could figure out for themselves that the pain they could experience would be no more than a phantom pain via the weapons, traps and beasts that the very gods themselves, and some demigods designed and helped set up.

It would be best to see them treat it as real as possible.

"Do not go for fatal blows on each other," he warned as the final and only rule. A demigod turning on another demigod that way was vicious and cruel, and Alaric as well as other staff had no tolerance for it. It had no place in their camp.
"There are currently some hostile beasts prowling the woods," he assured in case anyone was disheartened by the idea of no-fatality experience. However, their very jaws and beings were enchanted so when they clamped down on a demigod fatally, they'd be warped straight to the hall. "You have two minutes to get to the woods, get your colors on, hide your flag within these perimeters," he pointed to the map's red and blue colored area on opposite ends of each other -AKA their bases, "devise a plan and create a universal safe word if you have to."

"I hope you're all awake, because time starts now."

Image




M A S O NxxH U G H S O N
SPARTANS|HEX: #05105E || Outfit


Image "No offense taken. But with similar respect, the same could be said of a Hades child."
It was refreshing to come across someone so wise and Mason nodded with the statement to show, likewise, no offense was taken. "But, you can rest assured when I give someone my word, I follow through," Sylas added taking another grape from his bowl. "And I don't scare easily. I'm not frightened of a little bit of lightening."
Mason found himself nodding again and shrugging. Many would claim so. Jenn wasn't scared of lightening but the psycho bitch cut her head off. If you weren't scared of lightening and submissive to the spawns of Zeus they were particularly hostile because you didn't spoon-feed their massive egos.

"I think allies would be a more appropriate term. Friends aren't really in my wheel house. And no, I don't expect you to just trust me. Trust and friendship is earned... Not freely given."
"That it is."
Giving Sylas another look over Mason guessed they wouldn't evolve to such a stage. Keeping things business or as strictly allies would fit them both best. Worry of each other likely wouldn't come into the picture until after the Valises were gone. But who knew what the future held.

"Well, I mean we could simply just corner one of them... Stab stab. Job's done." Thankfully his lack of enthusiasm demonstrated that was among the most plain ideas and not a real one. "That lacks... Creativity, for lack of a better term. Sure, death is the end goal but we don't want it to be swift and merciful. It's more satisfying destroying someone, breaking them down and ruining them, root and stem."
What did he think Mason was doing? In addition to waiting for the right moment to present itself, he was trying some behind the scenes works.But he liked that Sylas liked the slower route. It was a bit more of a gamble but if it was a job done right, it would be most rewarding.
"I don't know how devious you are... But, I liked the idea of turning everyone they love against them."
Mason actually threw his hands up in the air and gestured to the hall. "Thank you! Finally someone gets it! I know I'm pretty but I haven't been spending my time doing my hair and flossing my teeth and solely thinking of ways to kill them." Mason hadn't exactly been targeting people they love to turn against them either, for the sheer fact that he couldn't even stand to be in radius of a Valis worshiper and they were harder to convert.
Actually, Mason was doing little in truth. He was just being a bit more social and charming and Alex already did the murdering. Mason did have one good asset though, however that was more an ace up the sleeve for him.

After a long moment in thought with his tongue pressed to his cheek, he spoke again. "I wouldn't mind dying to make a point. Providing old Pops brings me back." The camp needed to see the monsters under the surface. That it wasn't a one off thing. Like Sylas he wanted to ruin and bury their reputations and ruin the trust fellow demigods mistakenly placed in them. And sure, just to make it really burn, make their world collapse, turn the people they love against them.

Then, a staff member paced through the hall capturing Mason's attention. As he could have guessed, he was on a mission. Once he gathered everybody's attention, he laid out the task ahead.

It was in moments like so where Mason really had to reflect on his life choices, or certainly the choice of returning to camp and not killing Zeus's kids. Now he was teamed up with the one he despised most of all. At first he was consumed in hatred and distaste but eventually it evolved to a glimpse of opportunity. Extreme capture the flag meant full contact. In this case, it meant letting the demigods run wild like animals. Mason glanced back to Sylas. "Is the boy next door facade still staying on in the heat of competition?" He smirked and got up. Now was the time to see what those twins were made of that so easily slipped under the radar.

His legs carried him there automatically and he was in another head space entirely, even as he wrapped the band around his arm. Except when he had to tune in on the team speech, Mason supposed that might have been important. Important to feign attention in anyway as winning or losing didn't really matter to him. How many rematches could happen down the track, and what did winning really prove? That you had a good team and the right players? That they were lucky? Mason crossed his arms and waited for any outgoing brains to take initiative.



D U K ExxL O Y C E N
TROJANS | HEX:#780707 | Outfit


ImageTwo minutes!? Duke paced off to what was temporarily known as the Blue Trojan's base. He wasn't going to hide the flag, leaving that duty instead to the likes of Ajax or better, Seung-min. He pulled a blue bandanna and wrapped it around his forearm.

Duke pressed his tongue to his cheek on his little over-eager team. The hype was good, but they needed a strategy implemented, especially when the opposing team had the likes of Lise and McKenna. "We need defenders, attackers and maybe a mid-field. We also need to consider our biggest threats. Harleen, she's quick, she's deft, you dont want your band taken off you without knowing you've even been touched. Likewise, Andy, military brat and witch, she'll be more confrontational and physical, keep your wits about you. Kalani can seduce you, stay focused. Adrianna, I've never seen her competitive side but I can guess she has one, and not to underestimate her."
He gestured to Mateo because the very same applied to him. Then again who wasn't a threat? He gave up. "Take out the Spartans brains, healers and manipulators first, then deal with the brutes. They probably think we're a confrontational side too, that we're going in with guns blazing, but let's try to be a little more subtle. Travel in pairs if you can. Not attached at the hip though."
If there was an ambush, he’d prefer one teammate to go down and not a collective of them.
"Wes, Raven, Dimitri, Isobel cover the middle, please." Together the four made a disarming pair, and a protective one too if they accessed the right emotions and triggers, and powers of course.
"Emery, Seung-min, Sylas and Evelyn, you're our secret weapons. Aim for the Spartan's flag. Avoid the heat of the battle if you can, use evasive or defensive techniques." The four could get creative. Their gifts and applications were always a surprise and they weren't the type that urged an immediate threat. "Ajax, Trinity; they'll be expecting us. Let's not disappoint." They were probably the renowned biggest war-heads. Without them near the front line of battle, the opposition would get suspicious about their presence.
"Daniel -uh, Keith, stay as a line of defense. Gwendolyn, I think you'd make a strong offense but it depends where you want to go, you'd know where you're best kept. Annie, I think we need you to press forward too. Look after our assault team and stun some opponents. If that makes you uncomfortable, stay back with Keith."
Duke looked between the remainder of Areum and Mateo. The demigods whose attitude he most struggled to grasp. Daniel needed some help in defense, but he felt their usefulness could be better spent elsewhere. In the middle as both offensive and defensive forces.

Then he caught himself, swept up in heat of the moment. "That's my suggestion anyway," he said so the more sensitive didn't kick up a fuss about him taking lead on a strategy or 'ordering them around'. After all, he was no child of Athena or son of Zeus. "Anybody else got an idea?"



K E I T HxxM A D D E N
TROJANS|HEX: #8b9068 || Smart/Casual

ImageKeith tried not to be so evaluating and calculating of the new state of camp. It seemed to bustle with a few more energetic bodies than last year and definitely a few more brooding faces and vibes. He felt his heart sink in the knowledge that it'd be hard to make friends. There seemed so little room for the socially awkward and everybody else already had established their "clique".

Sometimes the camp could be exceptionally boring and dull, but that was something he simply had to endure like everyone else and hope the next day would be more rewarding. His degree of boredom would just be more though. His lips pressed in a line and he plucked out his earphones and shuffled through his phone for a tune that could ignite his soul. Keith smiled slightly when he found it. Some would argue it was a little too swaggerish for him but part of him really liked it and had a guilty pleasure listening to JT.

The son of Hecate traveled through camp territory for another year of learning and fighting evil, having to suppress the urge to walk in rhythmic bounces and pull some Michael Jackson move. He made his way to hall, typically the central congregation point of people, new and regular. That, plus some staff waved him over to and pointed to it.

Some larger species of male had bumped him. "Daniel," they said casually, but he was bowing to the ground to retrieve his glasses that were knocked down on impact. He carefully placed them back on the bridge of his nose, surprised to see the brute had actually taken to stop and staring. For a round two, he prayed not.
Keith slowly rose and for some time it seemed they just stared at each other. "I'm sorry," Keith said finally and spun on his heel to take an extended detour. It wasn't worth getting his teeth knocked out and he didn't want to cause any trouble. Keith had spent some time in the gym on his holidays and become a bit more solid in build, but it was nothing that girls would second look or enough to engage in a fist-fight confidently. The hall would still be there too. He wasn't missing anything.

When he slid into the hall an announcement was happening, and he shrunk into the wall then nestled into a corner and slowly pulled out his earplugs. An extreme mandatory capture the flag...what could go wrong. Inside, Keith wanted to die there and then or dissolve into a puddle. It was like high school P.E class and the untalented still had to participate even when no one really wanted them on the team, and they didn't really want to participate, and the teachers were the only ones that thought it was a good idea in the entire universe. He sighed out and was the first to exit the hall and make his way to blue base.

Duke started rattling off a plan, and while he was smart and confident and that was semi-contagious when it came to his plan, Keith was super insecure about being the last line of defense by guarding the base especially by his lonesome. That was enough pressure for him to develop a twitch and have a nervous breakdown. But externally, there was no more displayed than light levels of anxiety.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Dominik Einarsson Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Adrianna Lockwood Character Portrait: Nikolaos King Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin Character Portrait: Kalani Alana Character Portrait: Lise Moulin Character Portrait: Finley Nguyen Character Portrait: Elias Stratos Character Portrait: Atticus Cohen
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK



Image
Image
T H E OXS M I T H
son of artemis
Team Red Spartans
Mood: Excited
Hex: #0000BF
Image
Just as Theo had turned his flirting with Gwen all the way up, one of the camp directors came through the door and explained how the game of capture the flag would work. He rolled his eyes as Gwen was not among his teammates. As the director finished, Theo's mind immediately started spinning with ideas as he grabbed a map from a table nearby . His eyes widened as he saw which side of camp his squad had. He cracked a slight smile. They had the water at their back over by the Poseidon cabins. As his mind surveyed the landmarks of the camp he had completely memorized, he knew there was a certain rock formation on the shore that a person could hide in. His idea involved hiding the flag in the rock crevice.

He looked around at his group. Surely the newer campers would look to the veterans to formulate a game plan considering their more extensive knowledge of camp and their experience in battle. That left it up to Theo, Mason, Andy, and Alex. Theo decided it would be good time for him to step up. Mason was definitely not the type to tell everyone what to do. Andy would probably go along with anything as long as her talents were properly utilized. Alex was a Zeus child, but Theo knew she trusted him. Theo liked the opportunity to step up, and he didn't doubt that Alex would allow it. She might do her own thing out there regardless of the plan, but Theo knew for sure she could handle herself.

With that Theo stepped into the middle of the awkward circle they had formed as they got out of ear shot of the other team. "Okay, so here is what I am thinking. We have the shore on our side. Finley, you know that rock formation out by the cabin with the crevice surrounded by the taller rocks? I think we could hide the flag there. You could pull the tide out the the formation to make it even more complicated to search around there. After the flag is hidden, we need attackers and defenders. Dominick, I think you should stay back and help Finley defend the flag for sure. You could even hard freeze the water in the crevice with the flag in the very middle of the ice. That would buy us some time even if they manage to get to the flag because they would have to get it out of the ice.

Ji-Hyun, Sloane, Atticus, Adrianna, Kalani, and Nik... you guys should stay back on this side to defend. My best idea would be for you guys to pair off. This way if anyone gets in a sticky situation they always have someone to help them out. The longer we keep as many people in the game as we can, the better off we are. Two more of you should probably stay close by the flag with Dom and Fin, but the others pairs should post up somewhere else on their natural path to the flag. Think of an alert system and communicate with each other back here. As the game closes in on the flag you guys can work your way back. Right now try to defend the territory as a whole and knock a few people out. I can almost guarantee you Ajax, Duke, and Trinity are coming this way. Be ready. I'm not sure who else will be attacking though.

Andy, Alex, McKenna, Harleen, Elias, Mason, Lise, and myself would probably be best as attackers. I think we should probably go in pairs too. Think about who could complement you well. Elias I think I'd like to pair with you. I can go from high place to high place covering your back as you control things in close range on the ground. We should all spread out and canvas the area, looking for the flag, and trying to knock out their defenders. We need a signal too in case someone finds the flag or gets in trouble. Harleen, do your thing. Make their heads spin and if you have a run at the flag then get some cover and go for it. Lise and Mason... the two of you are probably the sneakiest of all of us. Try to pair up with someone aggressive who can cover you. When we find the flag, we need to go all in after the thing while the two of you try to slip in and slip away with the flag. Everyone else, let's put on a show. I think we have the better team here. Be patient. If we can knock several of their players out early, we will be in great shape. Be cautious with who you get into a fight with though. We need everyone out there as long as possible. Have fun. Stay focused. Be smart. Play to your strengths. If you can manipulate their minds, use that. If you can fight it our or shoot it out like me, use those things too. Remember, snatching their band might be easier than winning a fight. I think we can really win this thing. Anyone got any ideas for signals or anything else?"


Theo took a deep breath and looked around at his comrades for the day, satisfied with his plan, trying to judge if everyone else was too. He kept a positive tone, and he tried to make sure he didn't sound like a dictator.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Keun Seung-min Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Dimitri Costas Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Mateo Lopez Character Portrait: Areum Moon Character Portrait: Elias Stratos Character Portrait: Raven Ackerman Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Isobel Logan
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
xxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
Image
xx Trojans | Ares | Outfit | #461f4b

Image

"You know, it's not like we're attached at the hip," Andy remarked quite sassily. And while they weren't, they did look to be having certain fun last night so she just especially figured..."It's complicated. I'll tell you about it after training."

Uh-oh. Trinity nodded understandingly.

"Sorry to interrupt. I've just got a quick question for you Trinity. You up for a run tomorrow morning? We're both here, and well just doesn't seem right to not know anything about my half sister, ya know?"

Part of her was compelled to jump right out of her seat and stand to attention for her half-brother but that might have been weird. “Hundred per cent,” Trinity assured with a nod and just as she was about to gesture for him to sit, a staff member strode into the Hall.

The more Alaric spoke, the more she was enthused. In days like so, Trinity admired camp for its lively and challenging nature. It had been what felt like forever since there was some ultimate challenge. And a team one at that. Something that tested them physically and mentally.

"Looks like I'll be seeing you all on the battle field."

"Yeah, she's stuck with me. Hell of a trade."

Trinity bumped her elbow into him and smiled. Then Andy snapped her fingers and was in battle gear. "Oh, shoot... You guys don't have armor. That sucks. Good luck guys. I hope, for your sakes, I don't come across you all on the battlefield."

Once she was out of sight and ear range, Trinity scowled. “Bloody witches.” Then her gaze flickered back to Elias. “Hope you bring your A game, champ. I honestly look forward to seeing what you can do.” Maybe Elias could mirror her own potential.

_______________________________________________________________

Trinity was so immersed in the plan of action by Duke, she felt his logic made sense providing you drew the lines and reasoning together for yourself. Granted, half of it probably would be improvised.

"Looks like I won't be your burden today Blondie. You're on offense... And I'm... Whatever the middle is." He gave her a nudge and chuckled.

She rolled her eyes playfully and bumped him back. “I'm bait, Wesley Preston and the middle is good.” Trinity spoke Duke's language. The middle could be offensive and defensive forces.

Also due to being immersed in all things war and winning, Daniel’s existence didn’t hit her radar until Wes appeared in her ear. "Uhhh... When did this happen? Does Andy know?"

Trinity looked around then saw the source and cocked her head. How subdued he was, the glasses…but that face! She couldn’t help but frown and stare. “He would have mentioned something if he had a twin, right?” Trinity glanced up to Wes questioningly then back to this Keith.

Slowly she tore her eyes away from him and back to the group as Sylas piped up. That's why he wants you behind the scenes, she rebutted in her head with a scowl. Then Ajax with the most disarming of statements. "I'll hang back, just in case any stragglers get through."

She waited for his change of heart but it didn't come. Trinity's eyes darted back to Duke, almost feeling guilty to announce her views now. “I'm happy to push forward as my primary role, and I will do it, but I'd also like to be a spare. Go where I'm needed you know.” Trinity gestured towards Wes with her head and grinned, immediately patting him on the back.

“Also, as a bit of a forewarning, some of the reds are equipped with light armor but even through armor there's weakness,” she assured her team. “And I know from experience a few of them like to take vantage points so it should go without saying but be mindful where you are.”

Trinity wrapped her color around her like a buckle then held another blue out for Wes. “Where do you want it?” As she tied it around him, Trinity spoke. “Seriously though, Wes, use your powers and be an ass because people won't give you the same mercy.” Trinity felt defeated even telling him that. He could be a stubborn one even when his moral code had no place on the battlefield. “If they're in red, they're the enemy,” she muttered aloud her own logic that probably did nothing to likes of Wes. She grabbed his chin. “Don't make me have to give you rage,” she teased. She just wanted him to look after himself to the best of his ability.

Before Trinity headed her separate ways from the team, Trinity grabbed Ajax’s shoulder but looked beyond him, painting the picture that they were talking no more than battle strategy or casual. “You okay, you seem kind of out of it?”
She asked lowly.

Evidently something was the matter but it just came down to whether he wanted to share or not. Trinity looked longingly to her calling of the vast vegetation that she had to travel to get to the Spartans base. “I got to go but...stand strong.”
Trinity rose a fist mid air then started covering the ground she lost.



Image
xxxxx H A R L E E N xx T H E O D O S
Image
xxSpartans | Hermes | Outift | #51849C

Image

An announcement had never filled her with such joy. Normally they were long winded, boring, or on the topic of an incident or welcoming speech but it was capture the flag along with the teams and guidelines.

“See ya on the flip side.”
She saluted to Mateo beaming, and without losing a beat headed to the Spartans base.

Once there, it was Theo that took the reins when she expected a plan to come from Alex or Lise. But the Son of Artemis..it was a nice curveball especially when he spoke such strategy and edge. Harley saluted when he gave her her role. She could definitely make heads spin. Now she was just itching to put that plan in effect alongside her teammates.

When they were all on the same page, Harley didn't waste time darting off and neither did Alex which she assumed would be her complementing pair. Harley had lost the brunette regrettably but no matter, Harley was quite capable of being an independent scout and she could always speed back and forth to tell their defensive line how things were looking or if she found that blue flag. Just then her foot landed on something and before the rope could seize her by the ankle she skipped out of it just in time.

Handsome director Alaric neglected to mention there were traps laying about. But Harley found it all the more exciting. She grinned wickedly and sped off to see what else she could find.



Image
xxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S
Image
xxTrojans | Nemesis | Outift | #aa237b

Image

After smugly enjoying her specially made breakfast, a higher member of camp entered the hall and took over the show. Unfortunately a dreadful announcement came from such a handsome face. However, it did spike her intrigue.

_____________________________________________________________

Any feeling of content, peace, even the mundane and boredom was erased in seconds as she lay eyes on a particular male with glasses. Evelyn felt like time stopped around her, there was no air, no space, everything seemed to drop, including her heart. It wasn't because he was good looking, though he was a fine specimen, but it was her instincts that plummeted and knotted at the same time.

Evelyn restrained herself from approaching him however, it was too hard to identify what her instincts were alerting her to. It wasn't bad like when she locked eyes with Eris's son and Hades child, but it was unsettling. Evelyn would remain at distance to observe him some more for now, who he mingled with or who approached him and gain more of a sense from there. She wasn't dumb enough to walk into the void of the unknowing. Besides, the game required her attention and Duke wanted her as a secret weapon. To become and serve as a shadow player. So that is what she would do.

Only after she voiced her own idea for an edge. “Can we join hands for a moment or touch? It’s not to pray, I promise you.”

Evelyn touched the closest team members on their upper arms. Those that did link up were so rewarded with heightened senses aside from touch and taste. She found when those senses were manipulated it made people paranoid or in a state of awe, it served as only a distraction and presently they needed focus. With their hearing, sight and smell peaked they could be more attuned to danger. Building on what Trinity informed them to - the armor and vantage points, it seemed they could use it.

“I don’t know much about war strategy but I think we have a strong team to use misdirection to our advantage.” Evelyn wasn't exactly sure what she could do yet, but in the moment, she had a feeling she'd know how to tip the scales in the blues favor.

Once the meeting of sorts was adjourned she trudged her way out wide.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Duke Loycen
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

M A S O NxxH U G H S O N
SPARTANS|HEX: #05105E || Outfit


Image The one blow to his ribs made Mason cradle his side but before he could lunge back at Ajax something lunged on him. Alex's arm locked around his neck heaving him backwards away from her brother with her on his back and before they got too secure around his neck he threw her off.

Mason advanced towards her. "Enough!" Ajax jumped between them. Mason actually halted to hear out his inspiring speech. His one good reason why they should stop. "This has to stop. Mason, I know you don't like my family, but this is all pointless."

His eyes shifted to Alex who he could tell wanted to go again, the fire and hate practically burning in her eyes. Sure enough the wild thing acted out and Ajax had to hold her back and battle to calm her. Let her try. Mason hadn't had his share of inflicting pain on her yet.
"Mason, listen..."
Alex raced around her brother and swung for him. Mason's head jerked back and went wide eyed, the fist set to connect to his face just missed then Andy was there. As Alex fought with her brother thrashing and kicking, looking like an animal that belonged in an enclosure instead of a girl, she kicked Andy's jaw. Mason caught Andy the same time she was able to steady herself against him and he looked her over checking she was okay before his dark glare moved to Alex.
"How about you tell everyone the truth? Tell them what really happened, you piece of shit!"
Mason took one stomp forward wanting to march up to the girl but Andy was there as a buffer and he pulled himself up short.
"Will you ever learn to stop accusing people of things before you have proof?" Andy said before he could say anything. "What has Mason supposedly lied about? There is nothing to lie about. You murdered Jennova... In cold blood, without any proof that she did what you claimed she did. He has every right to want you dead. You have no idea what it is like to have lost a sibling... He has to live everyday with her murderer right in front of him. Do you think that's easy?"
With gritted teeth he watched Alex ready to push aside Andy if she lunged again.
"This all," she continued with a gesture to them. "Is your fault... Two of the most important people in my life, can't stop trying to kill each other because of you." He scoffed quietly. That seemed like giving her a bit too much credit. And screw Ajax's importance. "The world doesn't revolve around you, Alex. Maybe you should think about that next time, before you try to kill someone else."
For the most part, he agreed. Minus the civility. Alex didn't deserve it. She was selfish, impulsive and couldn't take responsibility of her own actions or admit she was a murderer.
Andy softened when directing her words to Ajax. She was no less tired of them but she was softer with him. "She's never going to learn from her mistakes if you keep helicoptering. She made her bed, now she has to lie in it."
"Just let it be a death bed, Ajax and we'll move on." He strained to keep his voice even. Mason was dead serious even when he knew it wasn't going to happen. He hated Ajax but he'd leave him be and the camp if he got Alex. "And you, I didn't even tell the whole camp you're a murderous psycho bitch who slaughtered my sister which is the truth." Mason started forward towards Alex. "And I haven't lied to anyone. I never claim to be a saint. Never claim to be a victim." Mason glanced to Andy then back at the Valises. What he was going to say next sounded provoking but it was the truth. "You two can't save anyone. Where's your exes, Ajax? Where's half the campers from last year? Where's your mom, huh? All you do is let people down and they normally pay for your consequences in blood."

Mason ripped off his band and dropped it on the ground, paying one last glance to Andy then took himself to the hall.
Alaric awaited readily with arms crossed and disapproving glare. Mason sighed out knowingly. "Yeah, yeah, I'll do camp maintenance for a week." He probably could have got away from the wrath of staff had it not been within camp activities, his own team and monitored.




D U K ExxL O Y C E N
TROJANS | HEX:#780707 | Outfit


Image He had strode on without a scuffle, without a hitch which meant majority of the reds were flanking or prioritized defensive measures. Or if he was really lucky, they were being lazy and slacking on the job though they didn't seem the kind and it was better to assume the reds were being proactive. A simple crack of a twig ahead had him spin into a tree in wait. It's like the wind took on a new form because whatever was approaching was approaching fast but was light. Lighter than a beast, though it wasn't to say the beasts couldn't be light and agile. The shape darted by and Duke quickly sent a ball of flame hurling forward. The flame hit near their feet and raced ahead then circled around them entrapping them in a ring of fire with a hand gesture and Duke ran to see the catch.
Duke puffed lightly coming to a halt and lowered the fierce flames to reveal a dark-haired woman. "Harley," he greeted and gave a court nod. "Didn't keep you waiting too long I hope?" Sometimes Duke lost perspective of what extreme heat was like to others. In fact the vision of her became somewhat distorted through the heat. Duke tightened the circle not allowing the daughter of Hermes room for escape or so much room as to devise an escape plan knowing her strengths were very much in movement, athletics and escapology.

Duke crossed his arms paying a conscious look to their surroundings then locked his eyes back on Harley. "You can give me your band or you can pass out. Torture isn't my thing but I would like to know the Spartan's strategy too." The flame spat near the ankle. Duke rarely bluffed.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Stanley Foster Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Nikolaos King Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
xxxxxxxxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
Image
xxxxxxx Trojans | Daughter of Ares | Outfit | #461f4b

Image

Trinity's eyes on the prize wasn't the issue. When she made it back into the woods, another beast awaited there and was hot in pursuit straight away. Its thundering gallops closed in on her, gaining ground faster than she could run. Trinity ducked as it pounced, her right leg sliding out in the dirt too far causing her muscle to over-stretch as the beast cleared her head. It recovered quicker than her and lunged for her again, knocking her back and sent the crossbow out of her grip.

And this was exactly why she hated ranged weapons. The load and reload time put into them, the fact that you needed range. She was trying to fend the feral creature off as it kept pushing its weight forward snapping and growling towards her head, promising a quick but brutal devouring. Trinity bit her lip restraining the urge to yell out, either in strain or for help and give away her location. But she bit her lip firmer when she was bracing for what she had to do. One arm surrendered the fight to conjure a weapon and in that instant the beast lurched forward and sunk its teeth into her other arm that instinctively protected her face. Trinity shoved the blade into the creature's neck a fraction of a second later, twisted the weapon for good measure, pushed it off and withdrew the blade, rolling into a crouch in case the tank like deformed dog wasn't done but it seemed to stay down. Trinity watched its chest to be certain.

Once it was confirmed dead, she marched on cupping her fresh wound. “Shit,” she whispered. Her hand wasn’t making a good makeshift bandage, droplets running down her arm still and onto the woods earth. She didn’t have a clue where their special little healer was and she wasn't game enough to call out for Annie either. She tore at a chunk of her shirt and wound it around her arm tightly. The white fabric quickly tainted red but she'd be damned if a bite kept her down.

Trinity broke into a jog to cover the ground she lost. A distance away she saw a figure mounted atop a beast. She found herself in a sprint to follow the dark knight and its pet but just before she thought to hurl her blade into its hind quarters, Trinity took in the most significant feature of the shadow rider and stumbled as she pulled herself up short mid-motion.

“God,” she blew out in relief, doubling over. Trinity forced herself to straighten with her hands on her hips. Trinity wasn't short on stamina yet, simply needed a moment for composure. A low growl interrupted her breather.

As easy as that, war mode was triggered again. Trinity ran towards a tree for leverage , flipping around as the beast rammed into the trunk. Trinity conjured two long blades and thrust them down into its strong skull, landing ontop of the recent corpse's back. Almost like she were going to use it as a mount too.

“Okay,” she sighed out to herself and slowly got to her feet. “Let's get this over with.”




Image
xxxxx H A R L E E N xx T H E O D O S
Image
xxSpartans | Hermes | Outift | #51849C

Image

Things were in cruise control for Harley and though she felt she covered plenty of ground, any moment could present an ambush or trouble. Nothing she couldn't escape though. Dashing between the trees was somewhat liberating but in a moment's lack of concentration, she was forced to an abrupt stop once she was in a ring of fire. Harley turned on the spot to estimate the threat level of the pickle she had got into. A mix of fascination and concern was what she concluded. Fascination because this fire should have been raging wild spreading throughout the wilds, concern because it wasn't but it was still raging hot at the same time.

The flames simmered down and it all made sense in a heartbeat once the culprit revealed himself. "Harley, didn't keep you waiting too long I hope?"

“Nah I was just chilling.” Anything but. Sweat seemed to be pouring down her body. The circle shrunk suddenly and Harley jumped into the center.

"You can give me your band or you can pass out. Torture isn't my thing but I would like to know the Spartan's strategy too."

Harley blew out her lips looking away. Thankfully it looked something like a child raspberrying than the desperate need to find a cooler place. Something damp. A bottle of water. The thoughts seemed to make the air thicker and her throat drier. “You thought about becoming a cop? Security?” She crossed her arms. “I'm not a rat. But it is good to know you have a mean side.”

Flame spat near her treasured ankles and Harley knew she had to focus. Harley's eyes pierced into the woods and she imagined being there and soon enough she was. It did occur to her to yell out a taunting remark back towards Duke, but he was a man that seemed to learn from his mistakes. And she wasn't in the mood for another collision with him.

When she swiped up a weapon for assurance it burned her hand causing her to shout out, dropping it immediately. Harley went wide eyed looking around her surroundings then darted back to home territory cradling her hand.

“Medic!” she called able to uphold a joking nature for a split second then she hissed and shook her hand out as if that would make the increasing burn go away. “Seriously, Nik...” She grimaced as she approached the son of Apollo. “Can you fix this?” Harley's eyes were on her hand, half-expecting for her skin to melt away and bone to show then she looked back to the healer. “No pressure, doc.” The last thing she wanted was to stress a fellow team mate out especially if it was at the expense of her hand. What if he healed wrong. Oh god it would be like Harry Potter when he lost his bones.






Image
xxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S
Image
xxTrojans | Nemesis | Outift | #aa237b

Image

As she waited by her tree, her anxiety grew. For all she knew the rest had been wiped out but she wasn't very taking to walking into the unknown or assumptions without a shred of justification. Her restless mind decided to hunt for the answers she sought and though it took a bit of wandering, Evelyn did stumble across a fellow blue member in trouble. She didn't like him, not one bit, but she couldn't watch him get mauled and tossed around by some beast either.

Evelyn raised her hand tapping into the muscles and nerves of the creature's body from a distance and she could feel its fight and strength immediately. Evelyn restricted its body forcing the beast to curl up on itself. Its resistance was powerful and made matters more painful because she certainly wasn't letting up. The beast and she shuddered at the same time battling for control.

“Now would be the time to use any nifty skills,” she told Sylas. Or not. It was for his own benefit. The beast and him were closer, in which case, if he didn't seize the opportunity it would likely come at his own demise. Evelyn bought him what time she could.

However, she didn't disqualify the chance that the creature or Sylas would turn on her instead. Nor underestimate the chance to grasp his character regardless of the result.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nikolaos King Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image

Image
N I K O L A O SXK I N G
spartans - son of apollo - alexander calvert - #8192a8
Image

"Medic!"
Nik heard someone shout, from staring idly at the river, he'd look over to see Harleen rush over to him. Was she making a reference to something? He'd have to look that up later on. "Seriously. Nik, can you fix this? No pressure doc," he'd look at her with a wide-eyed look. Did she dip her hand in molten lava? This hand was seriously burnt. "I-I can try," he spoke with a stammer. He would instinctively take her hand into his right one, and hover his left one over her hand. Her hand, and his own began to glow a golden color. He would on habit, begin to sing a small song.

"Flower gleam and glow.
Let, your power shine.
Make the clock reverse.
Bring back what once was mine.
Heal what has been hurt.
Change the fate's design.
Make the the clock reverse.
Bring back what once was mine....
What once was mine."


Okay, so the kid had a habit of singing the flower song from Tangled whenever he healed someone. Gwen had shown him the movie, and he had become immediately obsessed with the Disney princess after that. And Ariel, she reminded him of Gwen. But as he finished the song, the glowing would die down, and the hand would be numb for a small bit. But within seconds, it began to look immediately better, with only the slight sting, nothing major. He couldn't heal fully yet, he had to practice that. But he could try at least, and hopefully, Harleen would be happy with that. He'd show a smile to the girl, and let go of her hand. He liked being helpful.

Image