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Post by Shawn knight on Dec 31, 2010 9:58:01 GMT -5
Love me, hate me. Either way you're thinking about me! [/i][/size][/center]
After more than a week on staying at the camp Shawn was feeling like he was about to explode. He was missing his family and so far didn't quite fit in that camp for various reasons. All of them leaded to one solution. Leaving the camp , even for a while and going back home longing for familiar faces and those who he miss so much. With that in mind , Shawn waited for the cover of night and once the moon was high up in the sky he left his cabin and headed for the mysterious two columns he came in the first time. Those two were his way out as well.
Being as silent and stealth as he could , Shawn didn't troubled himself with weight such as backpack or anything beside what he thought he need which meant a bow and arrows he had stolen from the archery area and a sword from the blacksmith just two days ago. With bow in his left arm , arrows on the back and the sword tight on his right hip , Shawn was ready to protect himself from any danger that could cross his path. He hoped no one would seek for him otherwise he would be caught in the act for sure and with that problems will fall like rain in October.
Scouting the area with his ocean blue eyes , Shawn made sure there was no one in sight as well as listened carefully for the sound in the nearby area for any sudden or sharp sound that could notice the presence of someone else but all he could hear were people sleeping and the fire. Please to see no one was following him or was nearby to see any movement , Shawn run toward the columns and passed them leading inside the forest he took when he first came here and from there a quick run for the closest runway which was at about ten minutes of walk.
[/font][/blockquote] I'm not better or worst. Just different! [/i][/size][/center] tag:Damian words:lemme count song:Bring me back to life mood:good note: a little adventure won''t hurt  |
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Post by Damian T. Lyon on Dec 31, 2010 10:35:59 GMT -5
  Earlier that day, Damian had requested – and been granted – permission to leave the camp for a while. He was yearning for something a tad more interesting to do, and he was looking for something. It wasn’t as if he was a Big Three child, in a mess at every turn. He knew how to handle himself, and that was alright. No way was he going to visit his family, though. He was going to stay in the general area of New York, he figured, so there was no chance he would run into those creeps. He only brought a bronze sword with him, borrowed, and a backpack with the essentials: food, water, extra clothes. He had a large pair of sunglasses with him, but seeing as it was dark outside, there was no reason for him to be wearing them. They were for in case anybody had it in their mind that they knew him. Damian was never one to fully trust the powers of the Mist. It was too finicky, he felt, though he knew that many others believed fully in its complete protection. Damian was a bit too independent when it came to his own survival for relying on things like that.
He’d been about to start a fire, seeing as it was cold and winter and night, when he thought he heard something. Really, the only place Damian had gotten was just beside the closest runway. He hadn’t been in a hurry, and it wasn’t as if he was going to wander far away. It was going to be a short journey, he hoped. The reason he didn’t start a fire, anyway, was because he thought he heard something. Grabbing the sword, he rose from his seated position and crouched, his blue eyes flicking back and forth, trying to capture the shapes of the dancing shadows. There must’ve been something there. The son of Athena was absolutely certain that there was somebody else around, somebody not too good at stealth. Rising ever so slightly, Damian took a few steps forward and peered again. He didn’t call out, though he did step back a little bit. His guard wasn’t dropped, however, and Damian remained alert.
To have something happen so early on during this little adventure was odd, Damian thought. He was still so close to Camp Half-Blood that it seemed improbable that a monster would appear so near. Glancing down, Damian spotted a spider, and his heart leaped to his throat. He caught his breath and glared for a few moments before he squashed it. Spiders were one of Damian’s absolute least favorite things in the world, and that was perhaps more than just because of his mother and her creating the first spider from an unwilling, arrogant girl. It might have been also that Damian had to be in rooms with them during his childhood, and he’d sometimes wake to find a clump of them nearby doing… whatever it was that spiders did. Damian repressed a shudder and returned his attention to the dark trees. Something was there. He just didn’t know what.
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Post by Shawn knight on Jan 1, 2011 14:14:48 GMT -5
Love me, hate me. Either way you're thinking about me! [/i][/size][/center]
Having ten minutes , at least , at his disposal to reach the nearest highway , Shawn found himself contemplating as to weather it was a wise decision. If given enough time, he would stay still for months finding both pro and con each with high weight over his call but as usually , he didn't gave much time to reason. Instead he followed his instincts and heart because it was much simpler than weighting the decision , not to mention a waste of time. Yeah , he didn't had a good reason if we consider his own safety but the problem was of different type. Desire. Missing his mother. That was all to it for Shawn therefore didn't stood long before taking the decision.
His steps were slow and silent as possible though still, the sound of cracking branches beneath his foots and the leafs being carried away by the wind were loud enough for Shawn to hear. In the distance , the sound of city jungle was also loud and getting louder with each step he took toward it. The distance between the camp and his house was one to be taken in consideration and , as result, a better preparation was required but Shawn didn't planned on burden himself with heavy items. As son of Ares he had trust in his abilities of feeding himself each day with either hunt or daily work. All options have been taken into consideration on that regard.
His thoughts were interrupted by the weird feelings passing his spine like the winter wind crushes on his skin. The unmistakable feeling of being followed. That made him stand still for a brief moment before making a dash toward the first tree and hide behind it. That would be possible but he had no idea who was watching him nor from which direction therefore the spot he had chose could simply be the worst possible. Soon he reached the conclusion that standing still wasn't an option therefore curved his back slightly while holding a tighter grip on his bow, his ocean blue eyes fall on the ground for one second before raised toward the light coming from the highway.
"let's dance" He said to himself as if mocking the one he was being chased by than , in the following second he started running , his goal being to reach the safety of the highway. Not much of a safety considering what he had heard about Hades's minions but at least he could get a quick lift and if not, at least a familiar ground to fight on.
[/font][/blockquote] I'm not better or worst. Just different! [/i][/size][/center] tag:Damian words:too lazy to count song:Drop the world mood:good note: let's see who will track who |
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Post by Damian T. Lyon on Jan 5, 2011 16:51:13 GMT -5
Damian decided to actually turn his attention away from the forest. There were better things to do, such as survive. Although with his sword and backpack only, Damian had little with which he could defend himself. At least he knew what to do. For now, since he wasn't particularly tired and since it was just so cold, he decided to press onward. There was nothing to be done about the presence in the shadows, so it had to be pushed to the back of his mind, or worry would eat him up from the inside out. It was a terrifying thought, to be destroyed by an unknown force, so it was something he would rather not think of.
Most of the demigods would probably pray in a situation like this. Maybe they wouldn't. It didn't much matter to Damian because he wasn't going to pray. It wasn't something he really did. His mother was there, sure. Hi, Mom. Not really. She created him, and that was that. The other things, such as asking for guidance and aid and wisdom and such, Damian didn't care about. Others could do it, sure, but the dark-haired son of Athena wasn't going to even think about it. The gods would use the demigods when they needed them, and the demigods would save the world or whatever, and that was that.
Pushing on, Damian soon found himself at the edge of a highway. His blue eyes flashed over toward his right, then his left, and he thought he spotted something. A flash of movement, and then stillness. Something like that. He himself kept to the shadows, the darkness, knowing that there was something else hiding within. Cars were never something Damian was fond of. They weren't as reliable as horses, contrary to popular belief, seeing as horses were able to go about in places cars couldn't. Cars might be faster, but they had no form of flight and they would break down around magic. That was Damian's experience, anyway, though it could just be that the magic was used to attack the car and shred it, but who knows.
Damian loosened the sword in its hilt in case he needed to draw it quickly. The amazing thing about the weapons at Camp Half-Blood was that they could fight any kind of immortal. Even the gods, Damian thought. What an astonishing achievement it would be to defeat a god in battle! That would be a reason to call one of the godly parents, to challenge him or her. The "great" thing about Damian's godly parent, though, was that she was very strict and always won her competitions or turned her opponent into a creepy-crawling when it looked as if Athena would lose. Or tie, though Arachne wasn't being the nicest to the gods in her tapestry. Athena definitely wasn't the sweetest goddess around, and so he wouldn't push his luck. Turning his stray thoughts aside, he focused on the highway, thinking of how he would pass. It wasn't as if any of them could see him, what with his being hidden in the darkness and all. Nighttime always made for easier stealth, though winter often countered that with biting cold. The fact that they had let him go out into the world had to be a sign that he was ready for a quest. It had to be.
It had to be.
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