Post by danielle rebecca irvan on Jan 2, 2011 13:04:59 GMT -5
Danielle straightened her orange t-shirt and fiddled with her ripped jeans a bit as she walked towards the entrance to the dining hall. It was her first meal at Camp Half-Blood. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't nervous and she didn't lie, even to herself.
Her impression of the camp so far? It seemed nice, really nice. But she was sure everyone knew that. It also seemed, oddly...fake, somehow, to her suburb-and-city raised self. It was open, too open. More like a movie set than a real place. Even the buildings and the way they easily integrated themselves into the landscape didn't seem quite real. As for the woods? Danielle wasn't even going to get started on those. How had no one found this place and built it up by now? Gods or no gods, Danielle knew well enough that nothing kept away a suitably motivated developer.
Danielle waited patiently in line to make her offering at the fire. It seemed a bit silly, this tradition, but she would follow it. It wasn't like she really had overly much of a choice. She doubted her mother would react particularly well if she came home and announced she wanted to return to her old school. Her mom had already driven all the way up to New Hampshire, a long trek from their Long Island home, helped her pack all her stuff and spoken to the principal. He hadn't been thrilled about one of his students leaving in the middle of the year, but he had accepted it eventually, primarily because it was her. He'd already spoken to her about "integrating properly." Or something like that. Which meant Danielle would simply have to deal with this place's customs. Only problem was, she didn't pray. Ever. She didn't even know where to begin, what to ask for. What could she ask for?
Her impression of the camp so far? It seemed nice, really nice. But she was sure everyone knew that. It also seemed, oddly...fake, somehow, to her suburb-and-city raised self. It was open, too open. More like a movie set than a real place. Even the buildings and the way they easily integrated themselves into the landscape didn't seem quite real. As for the woods? Danielle wasn't even going to get started on those. How had no one found this place and built it up by now? Gods or no gods, Danielle knew well enough that nothing kept away a suitably motivated developer.
Danielle waited patiently in line to make her offering at the fire. It seemed a bit silly, this tradition, but she would follow it. It wasn't like she really had overly much of a choice. She doubted her mother would react particularly well if she came home and announced she wanted to return to her old school. Her mom had already driven all the way up to New Hampshire, a long trek from their Long Island home, helped her pack all her stuff and spoken to the principal. He hadn't been thrilled about one of his students leaving in the middle of the year, but he had accepted it eventually, primarily because it was her. He'd already spoken to her about "integrating properly." Or something like that. Which meant Danielle would simply have to deal with this place's customs. Only problem was, she didn't pray. Ever. She didn't even know where to begin, what to ask for. What could she ask for?
