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 Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 9:28 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 9:29 am
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xxxxAdventurous ;; I have always loved to explore. My father told me that one time he turned away from me in the casino and I disappeared. They almost locked the place down when they couldn’t find me after a half hour. I was just walking around looking at the different card games. I also explored in New York a lot while I was there, before and after the poker games.
xxxxLoyal ;; If I decide that I want to stand by you, I will stand by you through any and everything. Regardless of if I think you’re right or not, I will be there for you when you need me. I will do everything in my power to not let you down, and if you piss me off, I’ll badmouth you a bit, but will always be there to catch you when you fall.
xxxxAttentive ;; While you’re in a poker game, or really any card game, you have to be on your feet and paying attention to everything around you. When I was first playing, I found out the hard way that when you begin to space off, you are more likely to lose. This has carried over into my every day life, and I pay close attention to everything I can around me.
xxxxOrganized ;; When you’re dealing with things such as gambling, people always expect you to be disorganized. However, I’m not stupid with my money. I keep my books up to date, and know where my money is going when. If I didn’t then I would be one of those stupid gamblers and not just one of those gamblers.
xxxxNagging ;; If you say you’re going to do something, I will bother you until you get it done. I’m someone who decides to do something and then does it. I don’t like people who put things off for long. Some people have told me they hate me for my nagging, but it also forces them to get things done, which is always a plus.
xxxxReckless ;; Especially if I’m gambling. I tend to put too much in for the win. I believe in myself quite a bit. If I’m having a great winning streak, then I am known to throw more money in. Who doesn’t want to make a bit more money? If I know I’m going to win then why not put the money in. Even if I don’t win, I can just get it back, nothing too hard.
xxxxLoud ;; The only time that I’m told I’m quiet is when I’m in a card game focusing on the cards. I think that I got a little quieter when I came to camp, but even now I’m quite the loud one. I like to speak my mind, even if no one is listening to me.
xxxxBossy ;; Don’t get me wrong; I’m nothing like those children of Jupiter who think they can boss anyone they want around just because the camp is named after their father. However, when you put me in charge of something I will get it done in the best way possible. Therefore, I will tell people what to do and how to get it done. I don’t like wasting time for myself or other people.
xxxxNight ;; Daytime is overrated. Everyone talks about how much you can get done in the day, and that the nighttime is when you go to bed and sleep. If you stay up throughout the night in cities like Las Vegas and New York City, you will learn a whole new side of things. This is the time at which I thrive and love every second of it.
xxxxAstronomy ;; Astronomy is possibly the only other thing that I’m interested in other than card games and gambling. Maybe it’s because our house was is in the middle of the desert, but something about the stars has always fascinated me.
xxxxCard Games ;; Ever since my parents first allowed me into their casino, I became interested in card games. Of course, they had slots and things of that sort, but why leave it up to a computer when you had a chance at winning something big, based on your luck and your mind. Where some find card games to be stupid fun, I find them to be like a difficult math equation.
xxxxVintage Clothes ;; Considering the fact that I put all of my money towards my gambling habit, I don’t have much money to spend on things such as clothing. Instead, I buy my clothes at thrift shops and where old vintage clothing. I don’t mind, my mother and father think I’m weird for it, and I’m sure I would stick out like a sore thumb in the casino, but it’s the way I like to dress.
xxxxStressful Situations ;; The more stressful the situation is the more I enjoy myself. There is something great about a good challenge that you’re not sure if you’re going to win. I guess you could say I’m a bit of an adrenaline junky. I love to feel that build up of energy and nerves running through my body.
xxxxBright Light ;; I know, laugh about the fact that I have lived in Las Vegas and New York City and that I hate bright lights. Really, what are they there for? To distract you? My parents say it’s to pull people in, but I think it’s just there to burn your eyes out, so that you can’t seen your cards.
xxxxLosing ;; Does anyone actually enjoy losing? No one likes losing anything. I had to experience losing from a young age. When I first learned how to play, there were some older kids who liked to pick on me because I didn’t quite understand how the game went. They would ‘explain’ the game, and then we would start to play. When I ended up losing, they would all tease me and laugh in my face. They became another reason why I became obsessed with winning.
xxxxLying ;; Other than when I’m playing cards, I never lie. My parents brought my brother and I up learning that lying is the worst thing you could possibly do. If I find out the someone has lied to me, I ensure that everyone around knows that they are a liar, and get them back in my own little way. I don’t put up with that s**t from anyone.
xxxxAlcohol ;; It’s funny, you’d think that because I was so into gambling I would be interested in drinking as well, didn’t you? I mean you kind of assume that if I’m up all night out in the middle of the city I’m probably partying alongside gambling. However, I hate alcohol. I hate the taste of it, I hate that it causes you to lose memories, and I hate that it can kill people. I don’t see any point in it. I tried it once, but never again.
xxxxEmotions ;; Throughout the years I have learned how to put a mask over my feelings. The only one that often slips out from under that mask is my anger. I hate feeling too many emotions, and have tried to become numb to them. They often get in the way of our thinking, and cause us to give in too easily.
xxxxLosing Everything ;; Isn’t that what all gamblers are afraid of? Even though we put it all on the line, we’re all worried that we’re going to lose everything that we have. The most that I’ve put on the line is large sums of money, and I tell myself that I’d never do anything stupid like you see in movies, but in truth, I wonder if I’ll be able to stop myself before I do put something big on the line.
xxxxBeing Caught By The New York Guys ;; After their threats to my life, I grabbed my money and ran. I’m not sure if they are still looking for me, but if they are, I’m worried about what they would be willing to do to me. Now that I’ve been in camp for a while, I have learned different fighting techniques, but with how many of them, I’m not sure that I’d be able to fight them off by myself.
xxxxNot Being in Control of Myself ;; I hate the idea of not being able to think for myself. That’s part of the reason I hate drugs and alcohol. You hear all of these stories about people going insane, and I can’t stand the thought of it. Even if I have allowed myself to get involved in the gambling lifestyle, I still am able to think on my own, even if some thoughts are based around gambling.
xxxxCounting Cards ;; Not long after I started playing card games, I began to count cards. It took some time for me to get it all figured out, but slowly over time I was able to get rather good at my counting.
xxxxSword Fighting ;; I’ve tried my hand at a couple of different weapons. When I arrived, my brother tried to help me out to find a weapon that might work for me. He said that our godly family member wasn’t like Apollo or Eros whose children and family all used bows and arrows. However, the only weapon that felt right in my hands was the one my parents gave me before I entered those woods.
xxxxPoker Face ;; I’m not sure if you would call this a skill, but I’ve gotten rather good at keeping up my poker face when I want to do so. It started when just while I was in a card game, but now my poker face is rather good around most people in most situations. It often keeps me out of trouble as well.
xxxxCard Games;; Well, who would have thought that one of my hobbies in card games? I would have never thought anything like that. Yeah, I know I’m sarcastic, deal with it. I like playing card games, and trying to figure out the tricks to winning them. I spend plenty of my free time working on my card abilities.
xxxxCard Collecting;; I’m not talking about baseball or football cards. I’m talking about a deck of good old cards. There’s something great to know that a deck of cards has been used by tons of people. That many games were won and lost with one deck of cards. Besides, they can be worth quite the sum of money.
xxxxBasketball;; Possibly the only sport that I’m even remotely interested in. I wouldn’t join a team, but I don’t mind going out to the YMCA and passing a ball around. Although that has become slightly more difficult to do being at Camp Jupiter, everyone here seems to be so focused on training for a war that is not here.
xxxxWinning ;; I will do anything to win and feel success. People say that success depends on what the person thinks it is, but I know exactly what is and isn’t success. I know what it feels to win and what it feels to lose, and trust me, there is only one that I want to be placed under in the end.
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 9:37 am
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 xxx xxx It'll Go Down in History
IN WHICH THREE BECOME FOUR
Being born as a younger sibling to my older brother, my parents already knew what to expect for welcoming another child into their lives. It helped them out that I was less difficult than my brother had been. Another help was the fact that my brother was already six years old when I was born, allowing them to be able to take their eyes off him when needed. During the day, they tried their best to spend time with my brother and me, but they also needed their rest. See, being the child of owners of a casino in the middle of Las Vegas had its troubles. We spent more time with our nanny than we ever saw our parents as children. It wasn’t until the age of eight that my parents let my brother into the casino, and I had to wait my turn as well.
IN WHICH I TURN TO GAMBLING
Obviously once I was allowed into the world of their career, I wasn’t allowed to gamble or do pretty much anything. Whenever I was in, my mother or father was beside me with a guard following shortly behind us. My parents had dealt with a few unhappy customers over the years. However, this didn’t stop me from learning how to play plenty of the card games that they offered in their building. At school, I would teach all of my friends the games that I had learned, just so I could challenge them and beat them. My parents weren’t pleased that I started to dabble into gambling, and decided that I would be sent to boarding school and away from the casino, hoping it would get my mind off it.
IN WHICH INTEREST TURNS TO ADDICTION
For the first month I was at my new school, things seemed to be going the way that my parents wished to see them. I focused more on my classes, and gained new friends that didn’t know how to play card games. It turned down hill when we went into New York City for a class trip. It was there that I learned about an underground gambling group. The city wasn’t too far away from my school, and on weekends I figured out a way to get out of the school and to the games. My gambling habit picked up again, without my parents knowing.
IN WHICH I RUN TO SURVIVE
At first, I never bet anything too big. Just whatever money I had on me at the time. My parents sent me an allowance every month so that I could go out with my friends. It wasn’t until I was having a good winning streak that I decided to throw in an entire month’s allowance. It was an intense game of poker, and when I became victorious, the men that I was playing against weren’t happy. It was all fun and games when I started, having a young girl sneaking out into the city to play poker on the weekends. However, when it came to giving me more than a little bit of money, they didn’t want to see me around. It was decided among them to get rid of me quietly during the night. It didn’t take long for me to get the hint to run.
IN WHICH I RETURN HOME
When I got away from them, I got back to my school; thankful I lied and told them I was an orphan. Calling my parents the next morning, I admitted it all to them, and they decided to fly be back out to California as soon as possible. I expected them to be angry with me when I returned back to the house. Being only eleven at the time, I figured they would give me a lecture about going out in the city on my own. Instead, I was sat down in the living room and told about my heritage.
IN WHICH I LEARN THE TRUTH
I was fourth generation descended from a Roman goddess. I thought my parents were joking with me, but they reminded me of the ‘school’ that my brother was attending, that he left for when he was nine years old. My parent had kept me home longer than they had for my brother because they were worried that I wouldn’t be able to handle the Roman life just yet. I was slightly offended that they thought I couldn’t handle myself; after all I had survived nights out in New York City. However, they decided that now, it was time for me to go meet Lupa.
IN WHICH MY a** IS KICKED
Now, I wouldn’t say my a** was completely kicked, it was more that I didn’t know what to expect. My parents told me that I would have to use my instincts and handed me a golden sword and paper envelope with the word Praetor written on the front. After letting me out by the woods, I walked in. It didn’t take long for me to find Lupa and her wolves. At first, I thought they might murder me instantly, but when I showed that I was willing to fight with them for my life, they backed off a bit. I trained with them for one year before I left her and found my way to Camp Jupiter.
IN WHICH I BECOME AVERAGE
When I arrived at camp, I got the new camper treatment. When I was asked about my letter of recommendation, I handed over the envelope my parents gave me. They read through it, and decided that I was to be in the third cohort. I moved to my line and was standing behind some guy who clearly thought that he was tough s**t. It wasn’t until we got back to the barracks that I realized it was my older brother who was annoying me in line. He had another year to be in the legion before he was allowed to go back to normal society. He told me that our family wasn’t well known, we hadn’t done anything exceptional there, and that’s why we were placed in the third cohort, but it wasn’t all that bad, at least we weren’t in the fifth. And that was the start of my time at camp.
IN WHICH I REMAIN AVERAGE
Throughout the last three years of my life, I have spent my time in camp working with my cohort, but remaining in the middle of the pack of demigods. My brother left after his final year in the legion, deciding to move back into town where our parents were, he wanted to take over the casino. After he left, I stuck to the other campers in my cohort, not wanting to get caught up in any trouble with other cohorts. I don’t have a ton of friends here, but I have the same plan as my brother, who said that siblings couldn’t take over a casino together?
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 9:40 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 9:41 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 7:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 9:58 pm
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