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Camp Fullblood: The Rivals United

Camp Fullblood, just outside Fort Sumter

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a part of Camp Fullblood: The Rivals United, by XShishioX.

Now entering Camp Fullblood. Halfbloods Welcome. No solicitors.

XShishioX holds sovereignty over Camp Fullblood, just outside Fort Sumter, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Copyright: The creator of this roleplay has attributed some or all of its content to the following sources:

http://camphalfblood.wikia.com/wiki/camp_half-blood_wiki http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/greek_mythology

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The place where it all begins. Camp is a both a blessing, and a curse to all who attend. While the Summer holds promises of friendship, games, activities, and safety, leaving its gates in the Fall is the same as saying you did nothing but stay home all summer.
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Camp Fullblood, just outside Fort Sumter

Now entering Camp Fullblood. Halfbloods Welcome. No solicitors.

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Camp Fullblood, just outside Fort Sumter is a part of Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

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Nervously, Amphytriton paced his study. Today was a simple Monday, it marked the beginning of the second week of camp. The first had gone absolutely swimmingly, despite the general antsy-ness and awkward teenage introductions, Camp Fullblood was up and running, so why? Why was Amphytriton so... worried? There had been no word from the Oracle, a young woman possessed by the spirit of Dodona, the Ancient Oracle of Epirus. There had been no early warnings of beasts or blessings from the Satyrs. So why, then? Why should Amphytriton worry? Was it troubles with the campers themselves? No. While rowdy, campers could be punished and controlled. Further, Amphytriton was a capable teacher, he never had troubles identifying with his charges, or helping them to learn to use their gifts to the best of their abilities. It wasn't the camp's finances either. With donations from established, and fully grown, Halfbloods, on top of the Camp's business front, a sizable peach plantation manned by dryads and satyrs, the camp was in no danger of forclusure. Then what? What on Earth could make Amphytriton worry? What could bring him to feel as if something terrible was coming? Something no mortal nor god could protect them from? What shadow lurked beyond his sight, setting foul plots in motion? Only time would tell. Finally exhausted from his musings, Amphytriton gave up. He sighed, chuckling, and poured himself a cup of tea. Sitting down, Amphytriton picked up a roughly worn notebook. It's pages were filled with nonsensical scribblings and odd diagrams depicting cannons that fired pumpkins. Amphytriton lazily turned the page and began writing a set of columns. In each column, he put the names of his campers, making sure no one person was in both columns, effectively creating teams. Last week, the all camp game had been a decathlon, and while the sporting events were well received, Amphytriton knew what the children really wanted: Capture the Flag.

Outside the main office, which housed the quarters for the teachers, the oracle, and the other staff, a raucous carnival was taking place. From the far end of the Camp's playing field, to the shores of the camp's beach, all manner of festivities were taking place. Though the large field at the most westerly point of camp was closed, as Capture the flag had not yet started, the satyrs and dryads were busily setting the playing field for the upcoming game. Further east, and at the northern border, was the camp's stables. Immediately south of the stables, was a racing track and coliseum, built to house events and games of all kinds. Further east, in the direct center of camp, lay the Dining Pavilion and kitchen. South of the pavilion was the camp store as well was the main office for camp. Further east and to the north of the dining pavilion, lay the central field. Here campers could practice and home their skills, participate in all manner of scheduled camp activities and classes, and, currently, was the central location of all the games for the festival. This center field was often modified to house other events and activities, such as dodgeball or debates, and was the flattest, most well groomed field in all of camp. To the south of the central field lay the Cabin Circle, wth Zeus and Kronos Cabins at the head, the cabins for Divine Fathers were all on the right, and the Divine Mothers all on the left. Each cabin was split into boys and girls dorms, and each had plenty of space to fit as many as up to thirty children. At each of the four cardinal direction, placed strategically on the inside of the cabin circle, were a set of bathrooms and showers, each split into both genders, and capable of housing up to ten occupants on either side at once. Finally, at the furthest east of camp, lay the beach, where campers could swim, surf, sail, canoe, and row during their free time, or during scheduled events and classes.

As mentioned previously, to celebrate the first successful week at Camp, Amphytriton and the other staffers, were throwing a huge festival, complete with a buffet and as many games and activities as a young halfblood could want. So what are you waiting for? Your friends are all there? Join the party!

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Wallace was, predictably, very excited. After all, not everyday was a private carnival for you and your friends at camp. Wallace jumped out of bed and ran, practically naked, to the showers, giggling like a madman, with nothing more than a towel covering his naked butt. After showering, extensively washing and dying his wild mane of hair, brushing his teeth, and making his way back to Selene's cabin, Wallace did what was normal, and got dressed. As he got ready for the day, donning his usual assortment of unusual clothes, Wallace lit some incense at the shrine in his cabin. Most cabins had some form of devotional shrine to their patron, whether it was the forge over at Hephaestus cabin or the fountain in Poseidon cabin. Each dwelling had a specific way to communicate with their patron, and for Selene's cabin, it was just a simple shrine in the shape of a circle, marked with the phases of the moon. As he did every morning, Wallace lit a small stick of incense and said a prayer to his mother, asking for nothing more than patience with him. He knew he wasn't exactly the sanest duck in the pond, but he loved his mother and his family, and all he wanted was his mother to be proud of him. As Wallace got dressed, he talked to the shrine, telling his mother about his plans for the day, the adventures of the previous day, how he was doing, how his friends were doing, and just trying to keep his mother involved in his life. Luckily, Wallace was the only inhabitant of his cabin, so talking to no one didn't look as weird. By the time he was finished getting ready, the incense finished burning, filling the cabin with the smell of juniper berries and citrus fruits. Wallace smiled, it smelled like summer. When his hair had been carefully pulled back into a ponytail, his clothes finally arranged so that they somewhat matched each other, and his bracelet wound tightly around his right wrist, Wallace was ready to play! He calmly proceeded through the window next to his bed, clambered out, and dropped the the ground below. Wallace's window was then promptly shut, and he made his way to the festival.

Wallace, as excited as he was, couldn't keep himself contained for too long. He took one look at the rows of games, food, and activity booths and just about lost it. He sprinted to the nearest one, a ring toss, and began to play. Only a few moments later, Wallace was seen blatantly cheating at ski-ball by enlisting the aid of one of the smaller campers, who Wallace had instructed to catch the balls that he rolled up the ramp and put them into the hole worth the most points. Once the pair had won the biggest prize, a giant stuffed gorilla toy, Wallace handed the small boy the gift and ran off to the next booth, spreading smiles and concerned sighs wherever he went. After a good hour or so of playing, Wallace finally became hungry. He'd played all the games and given away all his prizes to kids who couldn't win any for themselves, and it had made him very, VERY hungry. He made his way over to the dining pavilion and, after waiting patiently in line, pulled himself a massive plate of barbecue classics to gorge himself on. Wallace ate hamburgers, hot dogs, potato salad, chips, fruit, soda pop, and an ice cream sandwich, but not before making a sizable offering to the gods at the ever-burning brazier. Finally sated, Wallace made his way back to the festival, hoping to spend some time with his friends, when who should he happen upon but Luke and Minna. Having spotted them from a bit of a distance, he waved wildly, jogging over to the pair and giving them each a big smile. "Hey guys!" He said, happily, and excited to see them. "How're you today? Great shindig, eh?"