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Post by jack andrew mcneal on Nov 15, 2010 19:52:47 GMT -5
THE WORLD IS SPINNING ROUND AND ROUND![]() OUT OF CONTROL AGAIN she grinned at jack. you don't creep me out, she said. that was always a good thing. whenever jack talked to half-sister marissa about this, she'd be all, "o ... kay ... ?" and get out of there. (note: 'half sister marissa is not half sister katie. half sister katie is the one that actually accepts him.) i hope you and kurt get to talk to each other, she said, or that you meet someone at camp.
jack nodded. yeah,
[/b] he said, i hope so too.[/b] he let out a sigh. what about you, dream?[/b] he asked. have you seen any cute guys lately? have you got a new boyfriend?[/b] he said the last question teasingly. he knew that there was probably no doubt that a fifteen-year-old girl would have seen cute guys. sure. jack was seventeen. but when the perceptions of 'cute' was different, and one was a girl and one was a guy ... well, jack hadn't figured it out entirely. but from what he'd managed to guess, gay guys didn't think of "cute" the same way girls did. whoa, jack, stop rambling, jack told himself. stupid adhd. train of thoughts. seriously, one second he could start out talking about apples and the next second about facebook. but honestly, jack wouldn't have his life any other way. he wouldn't be a demigod, otherwise. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] words » 2 3 2
tagged » campers
music » my mind music.
notes » mehh, still short
lyrics » homecoming - green day
credit » me (: |
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Post by Dream Marie Winter on Nov 15, 2010 19:58:56 GMT -5
"Only one cute guy and now he's my boyfriend! His name is Michael" Dream said with a smile She wondered where Michael was. She shrugged, he was probably in the forge. She knew he liked it in there and she liked the forge too. She wondered if Jack had met Michael. "Have you met Michael?" she asked him.
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Post by Michael Sua Peters on Nov 15, 2010 20:05:11 GMT -5
With the sound of his name Michael turned around. "I though I heard you talking about me." He said with a smile. He bent over and kissed her on the cheek. "So how was your day?" He looked over to Jack. "Hey bud my, Archer bud. How ya been?" He said with another huge smile.
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Post by Ace on Nov 15, 2010 20:21:43 GMT -5
He felt her hand pat him on the shoulder. For a little blind girl she could see just fine to him. "Oh really?" His confidence boosted up. Boosted up just a little. "Umm so do you want to go over there. I really don't mind."
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Post by Dream Marie Winter on Nov 15, 2010 20:27:56 GMT -5
"Todays definitely been interesting" Dream told her boyfriend with a smile. She winced at the memory of her tree incident. Her arms were still a little pink, and sore but otherwise they were perfectly fine, with no scars or anything.
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Post by tillie elizabeth antaie on Nov 15, 2010 21:03:20 GMT -5
"Alright. You'll have to help me, though. I can't hear her over all the noise." She frowns slightly, her sensitive ears, though bombarded with all the other soundclamorracketumultNOISE of the gathering, can't pick out individual voices from the mass. Save for Ace's, but he's sitting right next to her. "I'm Tillie, by the way. Hestia's my mother."
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Post by jack andrew mcneal on Nov 15, 2010 21:09:49 GMT -5
THE WORLD IS SPINNING ROUND AND ROUND![]() OUT OF CONTROL AGAIN it happened pretty fast. after dream told jack about michael, the guy he'd met a before he'd taken a nap and before the tree incident, there was about a split-second when jack saw him from the time he came over. i thought i heard you talking about me, he said, kissing dream on the cheek. jack grinned. so how was your day? he asked dream, then saw jack. hey bud. my archer bud. how have you been?
great, jack said. dream told michael, today's definitely been interesting. jack nearly snorted. he didn't. interesting,
[/b] he said. i'd say more like crazy. and dangerous. and haley pretty much had to kick me out of bed to wake me up for dinner, he said with a harsh laugh. healing -- it wasn't his thing. archery he was a bit better at. it was music he was best at, though. it was different for everyone -- most apollo kids were better at archery and healing than they were at music. sure. apollo was also the music god as well as the god of healing, the sun, and shared archery with his sister, but anyone who was extremely good at music was probably a son or a daughter of the nine muses. there weren't many around, though (the muses honestly were not as bad as the gods in the whole affair thing). too bad. jack would've liked to meet one.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] words » 2 4 8
tagged » campers
music » my mind music.
notes » mehh, still short
lyrics » homecoming - green day
credit » me (: |
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Post by mint alicia frost on Nov 15, 2010 21:11:11 GMT -5
mint
oh !crashing time can't hide a guilty girl
With jealous hearts that start with blossom curls
The sun finally disappeared beyond far mountaintops, banishing illumination save for a bonfire. To be truthful, the passing of the day relieved the daughter of Ares. Her arms were shaken due to sword on sword impact throughout the day. A number of demigods had already gathered, adding presence beside the flame.
The fifteen year old knew almost no one, and those she could recall weren't warming themselves in the light. The moon glimmered over the trees, and she gazed at it for a moment, noting as stars began to come into focus. Mint hugged her coat against her arms, stretching the fibers. With a heavy sigh, she bent over the fire and rubbed her hands together in a mock thought of becoming warm.
Although she wasn't yet speaking with another, the area had a underlying feeling of home to her. The hint of a smile crossed her, bringing, if anything, comfort. Mint refolded an amber colored scarf around her neck. Halfheartedly, she took up a newly brought marshmallow, piercing it on a loose branch. She pushed her hair away from her hazel eyes, not wanting marshmallow fluff to cause a sticky mess.
Perfect marshmallow this time, Mint vowed to herself. A golden shade was beginning to form around her treat. Blinking quickly as the heat irritated her eyes, she studied it, perfecting the top and bottom crispiness.
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Post by Ace on Nov 15, 2010 21:19:56 GMT -5
He smiled at the small girl. "OK just let me grab somethin'..." He bent over to grab his cup. He peered inside. It was empty. "Oh snap." He then folded his other hand around it and said softly "Cheri Coke" He frowned. She didn't have a cup or anything. "Would you like anything to drink? You know these cups serve anything liquid that you like."
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Post by tillie elizabeth antaie on Nov 15, 2010 21:27:26 GMT -5
"I'm good. Not really thirsty." She pops the rest of the s'more in her mouth. Sss'more. Mmm… The word just resonates with good feelings. Tillie wonders who came up with a s'more. Or the name 's'more'. She pushes lightly off of the bench, then scoots her hair away from her face with one hand. It bothers her when it gets in her eyes-- it's not the whole 'blocking of sight' thing. Not that at all. It tickles.
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Post by delilah valentina montgomery on Nov 15, 2010 22:18:02 GMT -5
 ISN'T IT FUNNY THAT I KNEW YOU?
BUT THAT WAS BACK THEN, BEFORE EVERYTHING CHANGEDDelilah was at the beach painting the sunset when she finally realized what time it was. She had been so caught up with making sure everything was perfect in her painting that she had completely forgotten about the campfire. The brunette packed everything into the bag she had brought and made sure to bring in the easel this time. The last time she had forgotten to bring it in, it was completely soaked because of the ocean. She couldn't use it for three days and three days without painting for Delilah was like a year without food and water for mortals.
When she brought everything in her cabin, she glanced at the mirror and frowned. Her shirt was filled with paint splaters and her jeans were covered with many different shades of orange. She was a daughter of Aphrodite for gods sake! She was suppose to look good, or at least put together. Changing into clean jeans and a t-shirt, Delilah glanced at the mirror again and smiled in satisfaction. Before she left, the brunette grabbed the sketch pad from her bed and put it in her pocket.
Stepping outside the cabin, Delilah started to make her way to the campfire. When she arrived she saw that there were many other people that were already there. The brunette inwardly groaned, seeing how late she was. She sat down and looked at the fire with a curious eyes. If only I could bring my paints. Delilah thought with a sigh. Taking out her sketch pad, she looked in the fire again with a distant look in her eyes. Soon she began to sketch the fire and the people behind her. It didn't take long for the brunette to completely forget about everything around her.
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Post by christian will taylor on Nov 15, 2010 22:43:24 GMT -5
 • THIS PART OF ME •
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THIS PART OF ME
I'LL NEVER SHOW
- - - - - - - - - - - -he really wouldn't have gone to the campfire if he had a choice. unfortunately, christian taylor didn't. dressed in designer jeans and a leather jacket, he walked quietly into the auditorium, then into the topmost back corner. he wasn't noticed, as far as he could tell -- everyone was already talking and some people were singing and the people in the front were roasting marshmallows. singing was out. talking? no friends, so fat chance. christian didn't want to roast marshmallows. first of all, he had a reputation to keep -- really skinny -- and marshmallows didn't appeal to him. for a fifteen-year-old boy, it was strange. then again, fifteen-year-old boys usually knew something about sports and they usually didn't give a damn about clothes. christian was kind of girly that way. he'd been dared to wear a skirt to school once, and he had. cue getting pushed around for a while and as a glee mock (because everyone thought he looked like a certain character from the tv show) hit in the face with a slushie. not cool.
he stayed in the back, because he thought it'd be best for him. even at camp. the ares kids usually liked shoving everyone around, but he'd been found flailing in the dumpster more than a few times the last couple years. once whoever found him got him out, they'd probably drag him to the lake and dump him in. so christian was used to all of this. he'd learned to stay in the corner and not be seen. be invisible. it was easy, actually. so the plan was that christian was just going to stay right here. blending in with the scenery. trying to pretend he wasn't there. and that would be it.
three hundred two TAGGED ?! campers OUTFIT ?! camp half-blood shirt. leather jacket. jeans. loafers. LYRICS ?! endlessly by muse BANNER ?! lord voldemort @ caution TEMPLATE ?! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTIONNOTES ?! blah blah rahr[/size] |
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Post by adrian ross on Nov 16, 2010 18:16:47 GMT -5
The girl responded, stating that she had in fact, been here before. Typical - apparantly many demi-gods (he still was having a hard time swallowing that statement) were easily detected when they reached a certain age - much younger than 16 at least. He was the oddball - the one with a rather unimportant history. He had only managed to get here by luck actually - the trip to Camp Half-Blood was ridiculously awful, being chased by a large mythological monster that he had never thought to actually exist. It scared him actually - how everyday people went around, not noticing the world around them.
The boy was drawn back into reality when she finally stopped speaking. He had heard the gist of what she had said, although he had to wait a second to fully comprehend what she had been talking about. Adrian highly doubted that the summer would get even remotely easier - it was extremely hard for him to get to know people, and sometimes, he preferred it that way. However, not many other Hermes surrounded the wooden table, leaving just him and the female to have a small conversation. However, talking never came easy to the demi-god, only minute words flowed out of his vocal chords easily.
But still, he tried. Besides, this was his half-sister (the sheer thought of that made him wonder just how promiscuous his father really was), so he might as well attempt to be friendly. At the very least, she shouldn't feel uncomfortable by him or anything.
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Post by Sarah Sue Pratt on Nov 16, 2010 18:24:34 GMT -5
Sarah sat by herself in a dark corner. She watched everyone having a great time. She saw a blonde hermes girl talking to one of her half-brothers. She saw a girl with long dark-brown hair sitting by the gay kid and a guy who appeared to be her boyfriend. She saw another guy sitting in a corner by himself, he was a son of Hestia. The last people she saw was a Poseidon boy talking to a blind Daughter of Hestia.
Sarah grunted, their were a few other people sitting by herself but she honestly didnt care. She hated being a half-blood. The only thing she liked was that she was Hades son. Hades was very cool, in her opinion.
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Post by Ace on Nov 16, 2010 20:46:54 GMT -5
He nodded. He went around her and gently laid his hands on her shoulders. He didn't know what to do. How was he supposed to guide her? Hold her hand or something? He was pretty sure she would have thought that was weird let alone, she probably thought she was a big girl. Then he remembered something. She had introduced herself. She was daughter of the hearth goddess, Hestia. "Err I'm son of Apollo. And I'm Ace by the way." He said as they kind of waltzed over to the small clique.
(To all members! Ace doesn't know he's son of Poseidon yet he still thinks/knows Apollo is his father.)
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