A girl is sitting outside the hermes cabin reading a cover less book. From a glance, she is about 5'11 with brown eyes and chin length black hair that is purple at the tips. She is wearing a black hoodie with the words Smoke + Mirrors on the front, grey sweatpants, hiking shoes, and a beanie. She periodically fidgets with a ring on her right hand as she reads.
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Always had a fear of being typical Looking at my body feeling miserable Always hanging on to the visual I wanna be invisible
Arriving at Camp Half-Blood is a teenage boy, probably around 14. With golden blonde hair, not quite shoulder-length, blue eyes, and small gold hoop earrings, and a smile on his face, he rushes past Half-Blood Hill, an expensive car driving away on the road a bit away from the edge of camp. He wears a pink sweater and blue jeans, a couple of rings and bracelets (all with pink) and a necklace with a crucifix. He’s about 5’0 tall, and he drags an entire (pink) suitcase along with him. Next to him is a satyr, following behind him, who looks significantly more nervous than the new kid.
A young girl, around thirteen walks up to him. She says, "Hey! You're the new kid, right? I'm supposed to show you around camp, give you the tour! Trust me, you'll love it here! My time at camp is amazing! Whats your name, again? I wasn't really paying attention when they told me about you!"
He waves enthusiastically. “Hi! I’m Elijah! Elijah Barlowe!” He says cheerily, almost… rehearsed. “The goat…? person told me all about this place. My Mom said I’d have to stay here during the summer, for my safety… or something, which I think is… kinda weird, but not the weirdest thing that’s happened… honestly, I’m really confused and… not sure why I’m here, really. Or why that guy was half goat… was I imagining that?”
The young girl giggles. "No, silly! He's a Satyr. Duuuh. Anyways. My name is Clover. Clover Chancel. I've been here at this camp for a looong time, and it's amazing! Now, C'mon! I gotta show it to you!" Clover grabs Elijah's hand and drags him through camp. "Here's Thalia's Pine. Some girl came here with a couple of her firends, and she like, got turned into a tree or something. It's weird. Watch out for Peleus, he might try to eat you. That's the BigHouse. We can learn the future from an old mummy in the attic. Also weird. Here are the cabins. There are twelve, one for each Olympian Deity. Hopefully, you'll be claimed soon! Most people are... But, if you aren't, you can stay in the Hermes cabin with all the other unclaimed! Over there's the climbing wall! It has lava! It's really fun. Any questions?"
Elijah seems sooooo confused the entire time.
”I’m sorry, what? You said something about… Olympian?… deities? Like the Roman gods? Like… Thor or something? I don’t know much about Thor, my Mom doesn’t like me reading comics.”
"Ooohhh." Clover glares at the Satyr. "You didn't... You didn't tell him the whole... You... Oh. Well, Elijah. you know about the greek myths? They're real! Including all the nasty monsters that want to kill you! But, inside camp, you are mostly safe. We've only had acouple campers die so far this year!" Clover's face shows no sign of joking, completly serious. "So, one of your parents is a greek god/goddess. Not norse, not roman. Greek."
“That’s not… no. No no no, that can’t be right. Disregarding the fact that’s all complete nonsense… I know both of my parents! And neither of them are gods, I’m sure. I think if they were, that’d be… heresy or something.”
"UGH, GODSDAMMIT!! Blood and darkness and..." An onslaught of other minor explicitives come from a 15 year old girl with short, dark brown hair and golden eyes, as she storms away from a training ground, tossing her helmet and sword aside carelessly and frustratedly- as she leaves her sparring partner there on the field confused.
This isnt a very new sight for people who have been in the camp long. Regina, with scars and bruises up and down her arms and face, is known for getting a little too invested in anything shes doing. She wasnt always like this, some may know. For the first year she was here, she was intense and competitive, but not prone to ragequits and frustration when she was bested. However, after not being claimed in that year, she became far more short fused. Frustrated constantly. Almost as if she blamed herself for her parent not wanting to claim her.
She stops by one of the trees, kicking it in frustration, before hopping on one foot as she holds her self-inflicted stubbed toe is pain "Agh, darnit...."
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Arriving at Camp Half-Blood is a teenage boy, probably around 14. With golden blonde hair, not quite shoulder-length, blue eyes, and small gold hoop earrings, and a smile on his face, he rushes past Half-Blood Hill, an expensive car driving away on the road a bit away from the edge of camp. He wears a pink sweater and blue jeans, a couple of rings and bracelets (all with pink) and a necklace with a crucifix. He’s about 5’0 tall, and he drags an entire (pink) suitcase along with him. Next to him is a satyr, following behind him, who looks significantly more nervous than the new kid.
A young girl, around thirteen walks up to him. She says, "Hey! You're the new kid, right? I'm supposed to show you around camp, give you the tour! Trust me, you'll love it here! My time at camp is amazing! Whats your name, again? I wasn't really paying attention when they told me about you!"
He waves enthusiastically. “Hi! I’m Elijah! Elijah Barlowe!” He says cheerily, almost… rehearsed. “The goat…? person told me all about this place. My Mom said I’d have to stay here during the summer, for my safety… or something, which I think is… kinda weird, but not the weirdest thing that’s happened… honestly, I’m really confused and… not sure why I’m here, really. Or why that guy was half goat… was I imagining that?”
The young girl giggles. "No, silly! He's a Satyr. Duuuh. Anyways. My name is Clover. Clover Chancel. I've been here at this camp for a looong time, and it's amazing! Now, C'mon! I gotta show it to you!" Clover grabs Elijah's hand and drags him through camp. "Here's Thalia's Pine. Some girl came here with a couple of her firends, and she like, got turned into a tree or something. It's weird. Watch out for Peleus, he might try to eat you. That's the BigHouse. We can learn the future from an old mummy in the attic. Also weird. Here are the cabins. There are twelve, one for each Olympian Deity. Hopefully, you'll be claimed soon! Most people are... But, if you aren't, you can stay in the Hermes cabin with all the other unclaimed! Over there's the climbing wall! It has lava! It's really fun. Any questions?"
Elijah seems sooooo confused the entire time.
”I’m sorry, what? You said something about… Olympian?… deities? Like the Roman gods? Like… Thor or something? I don’t know much about Thor, my Mom doesn’t like me reading comics.”
"Ooohhh." Clover glares at the Satyr. "You didn't... You didn't tell him the whole... You... Oh. Well, Elijah. you know about the greek myths? They're real! Including all the nasty monsters that want to kill you! But, inside camp, you are mostly safe. We've only had acouple campers die so far this year!" Clover's face shows no sign of joking, completly serious. "So, one of your parents is a greek god/goddess. Not norse, not roman. Greek."
“That’s not… no. No no no, that can’t be right. Disregarding the fact that’s all complete nonsense… I know both of my parents! And neither of them are gods, I’m sure. I think if they were, that’d be… heresy or something.”
"... I mean... stepparents exist. Y'know?"
He chuckles. “No, no, no, that can’t be right… stop joking, what is this place, actually?”
"UGH, GODSDAMMIT!! Blood and darkness and..." An onslaught of other minor explicitives come from a 15 year old girl with short, dark brown hair and golden eyes, as she storms away from a training ground, tossing her helmet and sword aside carelessly and frustratedly- as she leaves her sparring partner there on the field confused.
This isnt a very new sight for people who have been in the camp long. Regina, with scars and bruises up and down her arms and face, is known for getting a little too invested in anything shes doing. She wasnt always like this, some may know. For the first year she was here, she was intense and competitive, but not prone to ragequits and frustration when she was bested. However, after not being claimed in that year, she became far more short fused. Frustrated constantly. Almost as if she blamed herself for her parent not wanting to claim her.
She stops by one of the trees, kicking it in frustration, before hopping on one foot as she holds her self-inflicted stubbed toe is pain "Agh, darnit...."
Clover walks up to Regina. "Geez, Regina. There are kids here! Me included! Whats wrong? Do you need to trauma dump? I have became quite the good lil' psychiatrist!"
Arriving at Camp Half-Blood is a teenage boy, probably around 14. With golden blonde hair, not quite shoulder-length, blue eyes, and small gold hoop earrings, and a smile on his face, he rushes past Half-Blood Hill, an expensive car driving away on the road a bit away from the edge of camp. He wears a pink sweater and blue jeans, a couple of rings and bracelets (all with pink) and a necklace with a crucifix. He’s about 5’0 tall, and he drags an entire (pink) suitcase along with him. Next to him is a satyr, following behind him, who looks significantly more nervous than the new kid.
A young girl, around thirteen walks up to him. She says, "Hey! You're the new kid, right? I'm supposed to show you around camp, give you the tour! Trust me, you'll love it here! My time at camp is amazing! Whats your name, again? I wasn't really paying attention when they told me about you!"
He waves enthusiastically. “Hi! I’m Elijah! Elijah Barlowe!” He says cheerily, almost… rehearsed. “The goat…? person told me all about this place. My Mom said I’d have to stay here during the summer, for my safety… or something, which I think is… kinda weird, but not the weirdest thing that’s happened… honestly, I’m really confused and… not sure why I’m here, really. Or why that guy was half goat… was I imagining that?”
The young girl giggles. "No, silly! He's a Satyr. Duuuh. Anyways. My name is Clover. Clover Chancel. I've been here at this camp for a looong time, and it's amazing! Now, C'mon! I gotta show it to you!" Clover grabs Elijah's hand and drags him through camp. "Here's Thalia's Pine. Some girl came here with a couple of her firends, and she like, got turned into a tree or something. It's weird. Watch out for Peleus, he might try to eat you. That's the BigHouse. We can learn the future from an old mummy in the attic. Also weird. Here are the cabins. There are twelve, one for each Olympian Deity. Hopefully, you'll be claimed soon! Most people are... But, if you aren't, you can stay in the Hermes cabin with all the other unclaimed! Over there's the climbing wall! It has lava! It's really fun. Any questions?"
Elijah seems sooooo confused the entire time.
”I’m sorry, what? You said something about… Olympian?… deities? Like the Roman gods? Like… Thor or something? I don’t know much about Thor, my Mom doesn’t like me reading comics.”
"Ooohhh." Clover glares at the Satyr. "You didn't... You didn't tell him the whole... You... Oh. Well, Elijah. you know about the greek myths? They're real! Including all the nasty monsters that want to kill you! But, inside camp, you are mostly safe. We've only had acouple campers die so far this year!" Clover's face shows no sign of joking, completly serious. "So, one of your parents is a greek god/goddess. Not norse, not roman. Greek."
“That’s not… no. No no no, that can’t be right. Disregarding the fact that’s all complete nonsense… I know both of my parents! And neither of them are gods, I’m sure. I think if they were, that’d be… heresy or something.”
"... I mean... stepparents exist. Y'know?"
He chuckles. “No, no, no, that can’t be right… stop joking, what is this place, actually?”
"This place is Camp Half-Blood, the only place in the world where you might not instantly die. And, I know for a fact that one of your parents is not your real parent, because otherwise you wouldn't be in this mess."
"UGH, GODSDAMMIT!! Blood and darkness and..." An onslaught of other minor explicitives come from a 15 year old girl with short, dark brown hair and golden eyes, as she storms away from a training ground, tossing her helmet and sword aside carelessly and frustratedly- as she leaves her sparring partner there on the field confused.
This isnt a very new sight for people who have been in the camp long. Regina, with scars and bruises up and down her arms and face, is known for getting a little too invested in anything shes doing. She wasnt always like this, some may know. For the first year she was here, she was intense and competitive, but not prone to ragequits and frustration when she was bested. However, after not being claimed in that year, she became far more short fused. Frustrated constantly. Almost as if she blamed herself for her parent not wanting to claim her.
She stops by one of the trees, kicking it in frustration, before hopping on one foot as she holds her self-inflicted stubbed toe is pain "Agh, darnit...."
Luna (intro a few posts up) sighs and rubs her fingers between her eyes "what was it this time?"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Always had a fear of being typical Looking at my body feeling miserable Always hanging on to the visual I wanna be invisible
"UGH, GODSDAMMIT!! Blood and darkness and..." An onslaught of other minor explicitives come from a 15 year old girl with short, dark brown hair and golden eyes, as she storms away from a training ground, tossing her helmet and sword aside carelessly and frustratedly- as she leaves her sparring partner there on the field confused.
This isnt a very new sight for people who have been in the camp long. Regina, with scars and bruises up and down her arms and face, is known for getting a little too invested in anything shes doing. She wasnt always like this, some may know. For the first year she was here, she was intense and competitive, but not prone to ragequits and frustration when she was bested. However, after not being claimed in that year, she became far more short fused. Frustrated constantly. Almost as if she blamed herself for her parent not wanting to claim her.
She stops by one of the trees, kicking it in frustration, before hopping on one foot as she holds her self-inflicted stubbed toe is pain "Agh, darnit...."
Clover walks up to Regina. "Geez, Regina. There are kids here! Me included! Whats wrong? Do you need to trauma dump? I have became quite the good lil' psychiatrist!"
She takes a breath, before quickly turning to face Clover, putting on a more socially fitting face- though its clearly more masking than a real smile "Hi, Clover.. Its nothing you haven't seen and heard before from me. Its... Almost funny! How I just cant perfect my parries and structure, huh?" She gives a small fake chuckle
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
"... Regina." Clover puts her hands on her hips. "Although I am thirteen years old, that does not mean I am young. I hve been here far longer than you. Now, tell me whats wrong."
Arriving at Camp Half-Blood is a teenage boy, probably around 14. With golden blonde hair, not quite shoulder-length, blue eyes, and small gold hoop earrings, and a smile on his face, he rushes past Half-Blood Hill, an expensive car driving away on the road a bit away from the edge of camp. He wears a pink sweater and blue jeans, a couple of rings and bracelets (all with pink) and a necklace with a crucifix. He’s about 5’0 tall, and he drags an entire (pink) suitcase along with him. Next to him is a satyr, following behind him, who looks significantly more nervous than the new kid.
A young girl, around thirteen walks up to him. She says, "Hey! You're the new kid, right? I'm supposed to show you around camp, give you the tour! Trust me, you'll love it here! My time at camp is amazing! Whats your name, again? I wasn't really paying attention when they told me about you!"
He waves enthusiastically. “Hi! I’m Elijah! Elijah Barlowe!” He says cheerily, almost… rehearsed. “The goat…? person told me all about this place. My Mom said I’d have to stay here during the summer, for my safety… or something, which I think is… kinda weird, but not the weirdest thing that’s happened… honestly, I’m really confused and… not sure why I’m here, really. Or why that guy was half goat… was I imagining that?”
The young girl giggles. "No, silly! He's a Satyr. Duuuh. Anyways. My name is Clover. Clover Chancel. I've been here at this camp for a looong time, and it's amazing! Now, C'mon! I gotta show it to you!" Clover grabs Elijah's hand and drags him through camp. "Here's Thalia's Pine. Some girl came here with a couple of her firends, and she like, got turned into a tree or something. It's weird. Watch out for Peleus, he might try to eat you. That's the BigHouse. We can learn the future from an old mummy in the attic. Also weird. Here are the cabins. There are twelve, one for each Olympian Deity. Hopefully, you'll be claimed soon! Most people are... But, if you aren't, you can stay in the Hermes cabin with all the other unclaimed! Over there's the climbing wall! It has lava! It's really fun. Any questions?"
Elijah seems sooooo confused the entire time.
”I’m sorry, what? You said something about… Olympian?… deities? Like the Roman gods? Like… Thor or something? I don’t know much about Thor, my Mom doesn’t like me reading comics.”
"Ooohhh." Clover glares at the Satyr. "You didn't... You didn't tell him the whole... You... Oh. Well, Elijah. you know about the greek myths? They're real! Including all the nasty monsters that want to kill you! But, inside camp, you are mostly safe. We've only had acouple campers die so far this year!" Clover's face shows no sign of joking, completly serious. "So, one of your parents is a greek god/goddess. Not norse, not roman. Greek."
“That’s not… no. No no no, that can’t be right. Disregarding the fact that’s all complete nonsense… I know both of my parents! And neither of them are gods, I’m sure. I think if they were, that’d be… heresy or something.”
"... I mean... stepparents exist. Y'know?"
He chuckles. “No, no, no, that can’t be right… stop joking, what is this place, actually?”
"This place is Camp Half-Blood, the only place in the world where you might not instantly die. And, I know for a fact that one of your parents is not your real parent, because otherwise you wouldn't be in this mess."
He chuckles again, nervously.
”ha- no… that can’t… hold on, I need to talk with my Mom…” he takes out his phone (with a pink case), but the Satyr says, ‘uhm… I forgot to tell you… no phones.
"UGH, GODSDAMMIT!! Blood and darkness and..." An onslaught of other minor explicitives come from a 15 year old girl with short, dark brown hair and golden eyes, as she storms away from a training ground, tossing her helmet and sword aside carelessly and frustratedly- as she leaves her sparring partner there on the field confused.
This isnt a very new sight for people who have been in the camp long. Regina, with scars and bruises up and down her arms and face, is known for getting a little too invested in anything shes doing. She wasnt always like this, some may know. For the first year she was here, she was intense and competitive, but not prone to ragequits and frustration when she was bested. However, after not being claimed in that year, she became far more short fused. Frustrated constantly. Almost as if she blamed herself for her parent not wanting to claim her.
She stops by one of the trees, kicking it in frustration, before hopping on one foot as she holds her self-inflicted stubbed toe is pain "Agh, darnit...."
Luna (intro a few posts up) sighs and rubs her fingers between her eyes "what was it this time?"
"A bad angle.. I flippin' angled the strike right past my crossguard and into my hand... And before that, through the parry into my shoulder" she sighs "Sorry for the distraction from your reading"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Arriving at Camp Half-Blood is a teenage boy, probably around 14. With golden blonde hair, not quite shoulder-length, blue eyes, and small gold hoop earrings, and a smile on his face, he rushes past Half-Blood Hill, an expensive car driving away on the road a bit away from the edge of camp. He wears a pink sweater and blue jeans, a couple of rings and bracelets (all with pink) and a necklace with a crucifix. He’s about 5’0 tall, and he drags an entire (pink) suitcase along with him. Next to him is a satyr, following behind him, who looks significantly more nervous than the new kid.
A young girl, around thirteen walks up to him. She says, "Hey! You're the new kid, right? I'm supposed to show you around camp, give you the tour! Trust me, you'll love it here! My time at camp is amazing! Whats your name, again? I wasn't really paying attention when they told me about you!"
He waves enthusiastically. “Hi! I’m Elijah! Elijah Barlowe!” He says cheerily, almost… rehearsed. “The goat…? person told me all about this place. My Mom said I’d have to stay here during the summer, for my safety… or something, which I think is… kinda weird, but not the weirdest thing that’s happened… honestly, I’m really confused and… not sure why I’m here, really. Or why that guy was half goat… was I imagining that?”
The young girl giggles. "No, silly! He's a Satyr. Duuuh. Anyways. My name is Clover. Clover Chancel. I've been here at this camp for a looong time, and it's amazing! Now, C'mon! I gotta show it to you!" Clover grabs Elijah's hand and drags him through camp. "Here's Thalia's Pine. Some girl came here with a couple of her firends, and she like, got turned into a tree or something. It's weird. Watch out for Peleus, he might try to eat you. That's the BigHouse. We can learn the future from an old mummy in the attic. Also weird. Here are the cabins. There are twelve, one for each Olympian Deity. Hopefully, you'll be claimed soon! Most people are... But, if you aren't, you can stay in the Hermes cabin with all the other unclaimed! Over there's the climbing wall! It has lava! It's really fun. Any questions?"
Elijah seems sooooo confused the entire time.
”I’m sorry, what? You said something about… Olympian?… deities? Like the Roman gods? Like… Thor or something? I don’t know much about Thor, my Mom doesn’t like me reading comics.”
"Ooohhh." Clover glares at the Satyr. "You didn't... You didn't tell him the whole... You... Oh. Well, Elijah. you know about the greek myths? They're real! Including all the nasty monsters that want to kill you! But, inside camp, you are mostly safe. We've only had acouple campers die so far this year!" Clover's face shows no sign of joking, completly serious. "So, one of your parents is a greek god/goddess. Not norse, not roman. Greek."
“That’s not… no. No no no, that can’t be right. Disregarding the fact that’s all complete nonsense… I know both of my parents! And neither of them are gods, I’m sure. I think if they were, that’d be… heresy or something.”
"... I mean... stepparents exist. Y'know?"
He chuckles. “No, no, no, that can’t be right… stop joking, what is this place, actually?”
"This place is Camp Half-Blood, the only place in the world where you might not instantly die. And, I know for a fact that one of your parents is not your real parent, because otherwise you wouldn't be in this mess."
He chuckles again, nervously.
”ha- no… that can’t… hold on, I need to talk with my Mom…” he takes out his phone (with a pink case), but the Satyr says, ‘uhm… I forgot to tell you… no phones.
"Yeah! Listen to the Satyr! No phones! Put that down! NOW!" Clover practically smacks the phone out of ELijah's hands. "If you want to live, never do that again! Even at camp, it's not always safe!"
*Aradei. i dont remember if i brought it up but if i did he probably used his Anglicized name, Alex.*
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"... Regina." Clover puts her hands on her hips. "Although I am thirteen years old, that does not mean I am young. I hve been here far longer than you. Now, tell me whats wrong."
"... Its never going to happen, you know? Getting claimed, I mean. It will for you, Im sure.. But I keep faltering right when I think Im improving. Of course noone would claim me as I am.. I need to get better. At something. Anything they might care about"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Arriving at Camp Half-Blood is a teenage boy, probably around 14. With golden blonde hair, not quite shoulder-length, blue eyes, and small gold hoop earrings, and a smile on his face, he rushes past Half-Blood Hill, an expensive car driving away on the road a bit away from the edge of camp. He wears a pink sweater and blue jeans, a couple of rings and bracelets (all with pink) and a necklace with a crucifix. He’s about 5’0 tall, and he drags an entire (pink) suitcase along with him. Next to him is a satyr, following behind him, who looks significantly more nervous than the new kid.
A young girl, around thirteen walks up to him. She says, "Hey! You're the new kid, right? I'm supposed to show you around camp, give you the tour! Trust me, you'll love it here! My time at camp is amazing! Whats your name, again? I wasn't really paying attention when they told me about you!"
He waves enthusiastically. “Hi! I’m Elijah! Elijah Barlowe!” He says cheerily, almost… rehearsed. “The goat…? person told me all about this place. My Mom said I’d have to stay here during the summer, for my safety… or something, which I think is… kinda weird, but not the weirdest thing that’s happened… honestly, I’m really confused and… not sure why I’m here, really. Or why that guy was half goat… was I imagining that?”
The young girl giggles. "No, silly! He's a Satyr. Duuuh. Anyways. My name is Clover. Clover Chancel. I've been here at this camp for a looong time, and it's amazing! Now, C'mon! I gotta show it to you!" Clover grabs Elijah's hand and drags him through camp. "Here's Thalia's Pine. Some girl came here with a couple of her firends, and she like, got turned into a tree or something. It's weird. Watch out for Peleus, he might try to eat you. That's the BigHouse. We can learn the future from an old mummy in the attic. Also weird. Here are the cabins. There are twelve, one for each Olympian Deity. Hopefully, you'll be claimed soon! Most people are... But, if you aren't, you can stay in the Hermes cabin with all the other unclaimed! Over there's the climbing wall! It has lava! It's really fun. Any questions?"
Elijah seems sooooo confused the entire time.
”I’m sorry, what? You said something about… Olympian?… deities? Like the Roman gods? Like… Thor or something? I don’t know much about Thor, my Mom doesn’t like me reading comics.”
"Ooohhh." Clover glares at the Satyr. "You didn't... You didn't tell him the whole... You... Oh. Well, Elijah. you know about the greek myths? They're real! Including all the nasty monsters that want to kill you! But, inside camp, you are mostly safe. We've only had acouple campers die so far this year!" Clover's face shows no sign of joking, completly serious. "So, one of your parents is a greek god/goddess. Not norse, not roman. Greek."
“That’s not… no. No no no, that can’t be right. Disregarding the fact that’s all complete nonsense… I know both of my parents! And neither of them are gods, I’m sure. I think if they were, that’d be… heresy or something.”
"... I mean... stepparents exist. Y'know?"
He chuckles. “No, no, no, that can’t be right… stop joking, what is this place, actually?”
"This place is Camp Half-Blood, the only place in the world where you might not instantly die. And, I know for a fact that one of your parents is not your real parent, because otherwise you wouldn't be in this mess."
He chuckles again, nervously.
”ha- no… that can’t… hold on, I need to talk with my Mom…” he takes out his phone (with a pink case), but the Satyr says, ‘uhm… I forgot to tell you… no phones.”
"Yeah! Listen to the Satyr! No phones! Put that down! NOW!" Clover practically smacks the phone out of ELijah's hands. "If you want to live, never do that again! Even at camp, it's not always safe!"
“Hey-“ he yelps as he drops the phone. The Satyr picks it up.
”why can’t I call my own Mom? Is there anyone here who isn’t crazy?”
The boy (Elijah) waves, walking over to them. The satyr is trying to guide the kid over to the big house, but he seems not to be listening.
”Hi! I’m Elijah… are you alright? And… do you know… what’s happening? What’s this place for? Camp… half-blood, right?”
He groans, rubbing his head, swearing. “A.. what? Camp? Isn’t half blood some kind of insult...” He frowns, brushes some of the hair from his face.
“Oh my gosh, Language!” He snaps. “Is it… an insult? Then why is it called Camp… half-blood? Oh lord, why’d my mom send me here?!”
“What camp are you talking about?!” He says exasperatedly, still scanning the treeline. “My luck can’t be that awful. Stumbling into a posh kid camp would kill me.”
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— δ ψινο • the croc master • hε/hιm δ — “sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜs.” ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to • ☁️ℝ𝔼𝔻ℙ𝔼𝕃𝕋☁️ • As vast as the sun, stars, and the sky itself, so is my promise to you • Φ
"UGH, GODSDAMMIT!! Blood and darkness and..." An onslaught of other minor explicitives come from a 15 year old girl with short, dark brown hair and golden eyes, as she storms away from a training ground, tossing her helmet and sword aside carelessly and frustratedly- as she leaves her sparring partner there on the field confused.
This isnt a very new sight for people who have been in the camp long. Regina, with scars and bruises up and down her arms and face, is known for getting a little too invested in anything shes doing. She wasnt always like this, some may know. For the first year she was here, she was intense and competitive, but not prone to ragequits and frustration when she was bested. However, after not being claimed in that year, she became far more short fused. Frustrated constantly. Almost as if she blamed herself for her parent not wanting to claim her.
She stops by one of the trees, kicking it in frustration, before hopping on one foot as she holds her self-inflicted stubbed toe is pain "Agh, darnit...."
Luna (intro a few posts up) sighs and rubs her fingers between her eyes "what was it this time?"
"A bad angle.. I flippin' angled the strike right past my crossguard and into my hand... And before that, through the parry into my shoulder" she sighs "Sorry for the distraction from your reading"
"it's fine" they take a piece of paper that is stained dark red in places and puts it in the book "i was getting to a stopping place anyway"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Always had a fear of being typical Looking at my body feeling miserable Always hanging on to the visual I wanna be invisible
"... Regina." Clover puts her hands on her hips. "Although I am thirteen years old, that does not mean I am young. I hve been here far longer than you. Now, tell me whats wrong."
"... Its never going to happen, you know? Getting claimed, I mean. It will for you, Im sure.. But I keep faltering right when I think Im improving. Of course noone would claim me as I am.. I need to get better. At something. Anything they might care about"
"...I've been here for ten years. I have not been claimed. So, either my parent doees not know of my existence, or... I dont know. But, Regina. Look at me. You are amazing! You a re great at what you do! You are already amazing at what you do! You don't need to change who you are to get their aproval. You're their child!"
A girl is sitting outside the hermes cabin reading a cover less book. From a glance, she is about 5'11 with brown eyes and chin length black hair that is purple at the tips. She is wearing a black hoodie with the words Smoke + Mirrors on the front, grey sweatpants, hiking shoes, and a beanie. She periodically fidgets with a ring on her right hand as she reads.
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Always had a fear of being typical
Looking at my body feeling miserable
Always hanging on to the visual
I wanna be invisible
"... I mean... stepparents exist. Y'know?"
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"UGH, GODSDAMMIT!! Blood and darkness and..." An onslaught of other minor explicitives come from a 15 year old girl with short, dark brown hair and golden eyes, as she storms away from a training ground, tossing her helmet and sword aside carelessly and frustratedly- as she leaves her sparring partner there on the field confused.
This isnt a very new sight for people who have been in the camp long. Regina, with scars and bruises up and down her arms and face, is known for getting a little too invested in anything shes doing. She wasnt always like this, some may know. For the first year she was here, she was intense and competitive, but not prone to ragequits and frustration when she was bested. However, after not being claimed in that year, she became far more short fused. Frustrated constantly. Almost as if she blamed herself for her parent not wanting to claim her.
She stops by one of the trees, kicking it in frustration, before hopping on one foot as she holds her self-inflicted stubbed toe is pain "Agh, darnit...."
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
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Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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He chuckles. “No, no, no, that can’t be right… stop joking, what is this place, actually?”
Clover walks up to Regina. "Geez, Regina. There are kids here! Me included! Whats wrong? Do you need to trauma dump? I have became quite the good lil' psychiatrist!"
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"This place is Camp Half-Blood, the only place in the world where you might not instantly die. And, I know for a fact that one of your parents is not your real parent, because otherwise you wouldn't be in this mess."
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
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Luna (intro a few posts up) sighs and rubs her fingers between her eyes "what was it this time?"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Always had a fear of being typical
Looking at my body feeling miserable
Always hanging on to the visual
I wanna be invisible
She takes a breath, before quickly turning to face Clover, putting on a more socially fitting face- though its clearly more masking than a real smile "Hi, Clover.. Its nothing you haven't seen and heard before from me. Its... Almost funny! How I just cant perfect my parries and structure, huh?" She gives a small fake chuckle
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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"... Regina." Clover puts her hands on her hips. "Although I am thirteen years old, that does not mean I am young. I hve been here far longer than you. Now, tell me whats wrong."
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He chuckles again, nervously.
”ha- no… that can’t… hold on, I need to talk with my Mom…” he takes out his phone (with a pink case), but the Satyr says, ‘uhm… I forgot to tell you… no phones.
"A bad angle.. I flippin' angled the strike right past my crossguard and into my hand... And before that, through the parry into my shoulder" she sighs "Sorry for the distraction from your reading"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"Yeah! Listen to the Satyr! No phones! Put that down! NOW!" Clover practically smacks the phone out of ELijah's hands. "If you want to live, never do that again! Even at camp, it's not always safe!"
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
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*Aradei. i dont remember if i brought it up but if i did he probably used his Anglicized name, Alex.*
— δ ψινο • the croc master • hε/hιm δ —
“sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜs.”
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Φ • happily married to • ☁️ℝ𝔼𝔻ℙ𝔼𝕃𝕋☁️ • As vast as the sun, stars, and the sky itself, so is my promise to you • Φ
"... Its never going to happen, you know? Getting claimed, I mean. It will for you, Im sure.. But I keep faltering right when I think Im improving. Of course noone would claim me as I am.. I need to get better. At something. Anything they might care about"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
“Hey-“ he yelps as he drops the phone. The Satyr picks it up.
”why can’t I call my own Mom? Is there anyone here who isn’t crazy?”
“What camp are you talking about?!” He says exasperatedly, still scanning the treeline. “My luck can’t be that awful. Stumbling into a posh kid camp would kill me.”
— δ ψινο • the croc master • hε/hιm δ —
“sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜs.”
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to • ☁️ℝ𝔼𝔻ℙ𝔼𝕃𝕋☁️ • As vast as the sun, stars, and the sky itself, so is my promise to you • Φ
*oh yeah, I remember Alex I think.*
*if you do change it, what’ll you change it to?*
"it's fine" they take a piece of paper that is stained dark red in places and puts it in the book "i was getting to a stopping place anyway"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Always had a fear of being typical
Looking at my body feeling miserable
Always hanging on to the visual
I wanna be invisible
"...I've been here for ten years. I have not been claimed. So, either my parent doees not know of my existence, or... I dont know. But, Regina. Look at me. You are amazing! You a re great at what you do! You are already amazing at what you do! You don't need to change who you are to get their aproval. You're their child!"
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
Clay Scavenger!
I'm one of the moderators of Camp Half-Blood!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*Cut with Arch*
"Phones and other technologies atract monsters! Don't use them! Very dangerous! Easy way to get killed! No thanks!"
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
Clay Scavenger!
I'm one of the moderators of Camp Half-Blood!
Camp Half-Blood Archives