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Post by Anastasia Jekatarina on Nov 16, 2010 22:59:53 GMT -5
So this was the campfire the cranky old man had told her about. That old man had made it seem like it would be a boring thing, but this looked fun! Other campers were all around, and they all seemed to be having a great time. Dinosyrus had been wrong! Anastasia was glad the campfire was funner than he had made it seem. She ran up to the fire, probably closer than she should have been, and blew on it. Her eyes lit up as the sparks leaped into the air before going back to merge with the main fire.
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Post by Michael Sua Peters on Nov 16, 2010 23:57:03 GMT -5
Michael Peters
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He smiled. He loved it here. He had wonderful friends, a wonderful girlfriend, an awesome dad and a cool home, even though you are in danger of probably getting your head chewed off by a rampaging monster any day, he still loved it here. His mind began to drift off to nowhere land. Just nothing. He remembered asking them how their day was. Jack must have had a hectic day to be worn out. He patted him on the shoulder. "Trust me man, it gets better."
He looked over the fire and saw Mint. He also saw others who were set off to the side. They seamed to all just be 'doin' they own thang.' His grandma used to tell him. He smiled at the memory. His grandma. She was one of those people who just loved to give advice. Once Michael had told her that the kids at school were making fun of him because he had ADHD and he had got a bad score on his test. She told him "Look don't let those retoños get my pequeño guerrero down." She would always punch him in the arm. "Muéstrales lo que tienes, hijo."He nodded in agreement. He had to do something about it. He made his way to the theater stage above near the fire.[/blockquote][/color] [/sub] |
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Post by mint alicia frost on Nov 17, 2010 18:01:14 GMT -5
mint
oh !crashing time can't hide a guilty girl
With jealous hearts that start with blossom curls
Mint glanced sideways, taking her attention away from culinary attempts to do a brief scan of her surroundings. She recognized few; none of them friends of hers in a serious way. Among them, in the corner of her vision, she saw Michael. She watched as he stood up, turning quickly as to appear like she hadn't been looking at him. Staring was rude, and this she knew.
Frankly, the daughter of Ares was enjoying the night; she preferred this half of the day. She stifled a yawn, clenching her jaw. Mint wouldn’t admit that she was leaning towards sleep, but the campfire was a particular gathering she enjoyed attending. It bothered her that most of the campers were unknown to her, excluding a few of them. Yet that was mainly due to the fact that their parents were significant. With a startling yelp, she came to the sudden realization that her marshmallow had caught flame.
“Shi-“ Mint started, but held her tongue. Disappointed, she waved the rod until the air extinguished the fire. A black coating had dominated most of the white, crumbling in her fingers like the ash it was. Using only her mouth, the teenager consumed her marshie, sticky material that was neither solid or liquid covered her mouth. She smiled faintly, more a smirk than anything as the black disappeared in the sweetness.
words;; 226 heyu;; please go xxxxclickieexxxx and post so i can mark you on my tracking thread! musica;;silence[/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by tillie elizabeth antaie on Nov 18, 2010 8:29:18 GMT -5
With a few quick movements, she adjusts Ace's hands on her shoulders so that both of them could have an easier time moving. Now his left hand is on her right shoulder, barely guiding her steps. It is enough guidance for her though; it doesn't take much. As they approach the others, the child can begin to pick out separate voices. Jack's and Dream's, to be specific. She can also hear another voice-- Michael's-- but can't match it to a name.
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Post by mathilde piper stathopoulos on Nov 18, 2010 17:13:34 GMT -5
this is me swallowing my pride
STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU SAYING I'M SORRY FOR THAT NIGHT- - - - - - - -
the boy looked completely unsure of her answer. but matt knew how it felt. the first year she arrived at camp half blood was difficult for her. she knew people gathered and whispered about who she was. there was a rumor she had gotten expelled from schools and that her mother ran away. these were completely untrue. matt might have never been a straight-A student, but she was far from the screwups who were expelled from her academy. but eventually they all opened up. you just needed to speak for yourself.
" ranks? " matt raised her eyebrows " you just need to be yourself. it's like you can't waste your time trying to figure out all the inside jokes, you need to make some of your own. " she smiled. " oh, i'm mathilde. or matt. or whatever. " she held out her hand from across the table.
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Post by Michael Sua Peters on Nov 18, 2010 19:58:34 GMT -5
He proceeded onto the theater. He felt his heart jump up in his throat as the heart rate inclined as he prepared his pep talk. He was going to try and get everyone to at least act in some kind of activity. Yea there was beginning to become a small group over where Dream was but there were some stragglers who had just yet to compile into a group.
He quickly compiled supplies and tools to construct a decent sized megaphone that could be heard all over the camp. Well at least over the small chatter that was barely happening. His heart was beating so fast that it would be heard over everyone. He bit his lip. He wished the camp would somehow just come together and just get along and start to converse so he didn't have to get up here and possibly make a fool of himself.
He cleared his throat. "Campers...um well hello." He smiled. "Umm yea well there is a problem. Most of you..." He looked over at the group he just came from. "...some of you are not engaging in the heat of the fire." He said attempting to crack a joke, failing miserably. "Well look we are all family here wither you like it or not and we are stuck here all summer." He half expected groans of agony to the realization that they might just have to be here the whole summer which felt like forever. This wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. "So how about some campfire games?"
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Post by Sarah Sue Pratt on Nov 18, 2010 21:43:12 GMT -5
Sarah refused to play games. She just wasn't that type of person. She got up and began gathering her stuff so that she could leave. If anyone forced her to stay she would probably attack them with all her power. Which she had alot of. Being the daughter of hades gave her the ability to create useful earthquakes.
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Post by jack andrew mcneal on Nov 19, 2010 2:49:46 GMT -5
THE WORLD IS SPINNING ROUND AND ROUND![]() OUT OF CONTROL AGAIN quite honestly, the first thought jack had after michael said how about some campfire games? was, well ... that's what she said! jack called out. mind to the gutter. it happened quite a lot. hey, he was a seventeen year old boy. nearly everyone (except for those locked way, way, way out of the loop) knew the 'that's what she said' joke and tended to blurt it out whenever they could, demigod or not, gay or not, during a test or during a volleyball game. so he couldn't help it. (and that sounds horribly like innuendo, too, jack, so maybe you should stop your thoughts.) probably girls recognized innuendoes, too; jack didn't really know. but, golden moment. then he realized that he better spit out an apology to his friend or there was a good chance that he might get an anvil or something dropped on his head. probably not because of michael. from what jack knew of, hephestus could be pretty pissy once in a while. (he'd never met hephaestus, yet, though, so he didn't really know.)sorry, jack said. okay, go on.
[/b] he grinned. this summer was getting off to a really good start. jack loved camp half-blood. friends. fun. summer. hardly any drama. it was the best thing ever. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] words » two twenty eight.
tagged » campers
music » my mind music.
notes » well, before i edited i said horribly short, but then i edited and went on a rant ... yeah. still pretty short.
lyrics » homecoming - green day
credit » me (: |
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Post by Dream Marie Winter on Nov 19, 2010 16:44:39 GMT -5
Dream burst out laughing when she heard jack say 'thats what she said'. The joke always made her laugh. Everytime someone said it. Most people thought it was weird of her to laugh,but when you grew up with four boys for brothers, then you get used to boy humor.
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Post by Anastasia Jekatarina on Nov 19, 2010 23:28:09 GMT -5
Anastasia looked up from her pyro enjoyment as she heard an older boy speaking into something odd. It magnified his voice! It must have been on of the magical Godly things laying around the camp. When he started talking, she turned and took a few steps toward him. He was tall! Well... Taller than her. He wanted everyone to play with the fire? That was what she had been doing! What exactly did he want from them? Due to her young age, she had very little idea of what was actually suppose to occur during a campfire. As far as she was concerned, you burned marshmallows and goofed around.
When someone called out 'That's what she said', Anastasia blinked. Who was she? Was she a camper? Anastasia turned toward the direction the voice had come from. It was a blond boy, and he seemed to be having a good time. However, he didn't give any indication of who 'she' was. The small girl slowly trotted up to the blond boy and stared at him. The older kids at this camp were so odd...
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Post by jack andrew mcneal on Nov 20, 2010 1:36:48 GMT -5
THE WORLD IS SPINNING ROUND AND ROUND![]() OUT OF CONTROL AGAIN
jack had pretty much forgotten that there were kids under the age of eleven here that still had thier innocent minds. sure, there weren't many, but there was enough that most of the more considerate people tried to watch their cussing problems and memes around the younger kids. jack tried, too. but sometimes, 'that's what she said' just slips out and once he saw one of the little kids, anastasia, her name was (or so he thought) he figured he had about five seconds to think of an excuse to that. nothing came. she looked up at him and asked, who is she? there was no way he was going to corrupt a little kid's mind.
you don't want to know, jack said, smiling down at her. he tried to look like he was telling the truth. he didn't think it was working. so he switched. then, it's a girl i know from a tv show. no big deal.
[/b] okay. that should be good. jack hoped he'd avoided poisoning anastasia's mind. contrary to popular belief, keeping one's innocence was a very great thing. meaning, you do not sneak on your father's computer at the tender age of twelve. even -- no, especially if your dad is an immortal god who used to be known for his sex scandals. that had been, in short, disturbing. shall we get off this subject, then? said jack, holding up both hands. he started it. now he had to end it. and avoid mentally scarring the other kids who were quite too intimidated to ask questions.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] words » two seventy two.
tagged » campers
music » kurt's turn - glee soundtrack
notes » haha we're discussing 'that's what she said' haha.
lyrics » homecoming - green day
credit » me (: [/size][/font] |
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Post by Ace on Nov 20, 2010 1:37:39 GMT -5
He saw Michael go up there with his tricked out megaphone. He lead Tillie to the group and was greeted by a round of laughter. To a group of kids, half bloods, to be exact, when someone said 'That's what she said.' it was amusing. Ace was hoping to the gods that Tillie knew what it meant so he didn't have to possibly explain it to her. That would have been one disturbing topic to go over with a twelve year old. That would have been really disturbing.
He looked over everyone and saw Sarah. She was a Hades child. She always seemed to never be in any mood and right now she didn't look in the best of moods. Ace's temper shot straight up. Some things only made his skin crawl and that was one of them. Firstly, she looked irritated. She must have didn't wan't to join in the campfire fun. Why the hell did you show up in the first place if you didn't want to join in on the activity. Secondly, the fashion that she moved told him she most defiantly didn't want to be here. No one asked her to come in the first place.
He made it his business to confront her. He left Tillie, hoping that the group would be the matured adults that they were, and not talk about anything or close to inappropriate. Most likely they would. He had what you would call a determined look on his face and just hidden behind that frowned lip was a hint of excitement. He knew there was going to be a fight, he felt it in his veins.
He approached her. "Hey, look here." He huffed. "No one asked you to come here. So why did you come in the first place if you obviously didn't wanted to be here?" He sized her up. "We came her for fun not to be depressed all the time. Now go back to your cabin and leave us be."
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Post by Sarah Sue Pratt on Nov 20, 2010 10:36:03 GMT -5
Srah felt her blood boil as the boy confronted her. He had no right to talk to he like this. "Leave me alone!" Srah said through gritted teeth. She felt her anger keep rising and said, "Just because Im not social doesnt give you any right to come and yell at me."
Sarah never talked this much unless she had to. She finished grabbing her stuff and turned away, ready to leave. She didnt want to start a fight at a campfire, where everyone would quickly take Ace's side.
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Post by Caleb Fire Harrison on Nov 20, 2010 11:06:19 GMT -5
Caleb entered the campfire area from the side opposite of the fight. He wondered why they were fighting. Werent campfires supposed to be fun? "Great" he muttered as he sat down on a chair close to the fire. "Im here two seconds and theres already two people arguing"
Caleb shook his head angrily and stared into the fire while he listened to them argue.
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Post by tillie elizabeth antaie on Nov 20, 2010 11:12:04 GMT -5
Tillie jumps as Michael's electronically-enhanced voice booms out over the clearing. Her sightless eyes squeeze shut, the noise, the people, the fire… It's all too much. She struggles not to clamp her hands tightly over her ears and just SCREAM until it all goes away, but she's losing the battle. Badly.
Turning on her heel, she darts from the campfire, letting her ears lead her away from the sound.
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