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 Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 9:46 am
Ntalie approached the climbng wall and stared up it.
"H-h-how is that s-safe?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 5:34 pm
"I might need to go to the nurse" I said quietly. I climbed down the wall very quickly. "Ouch..." I murmured. Then I jumps off the wall when I was 10 feet away from the ground. I started running off somewhere.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 7:47 pm
"I-I-I...How is that safe?" Natalie repeated. She grabbed one of the rocks and pulled herself up. She then grabbed another. And another. She then lost her footing and ended up hanging from the rock.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 11:44 am
(I hate to double-post, but it looks like nobody's coming.)
After a couple of minutes of struggling, Natalie managed to land safely and started running away from the wall.
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 2:44 pm
 Allen Galitsov, Unclaimed Camper "Sorry, can't hear you over the music in my head..." Allen watched a girl run past him from the wall...was she scared of it? Allen turned his head back foward and grinned, he shouted at the wall with enthusiasm,
"I'm going to win you over you wall!"
Allen set his head phones around his neck while he was running toward the wall, he leapt up on a rock and started climbing, leaning left dodging a spill of lava, it shook like an earthquake, vibrating making Allen lose the feeling in his hands and feet. He swung to the right avoiding a boulder the size of his head and was almost burnt by lava, once he almost fell but he kept on climbing higher and higher till he was halfway to the middle. Allen looked down, it didn't faze him, he loved to look down from large heights, he put one hand after another and one foot after another dodging the dangers and obstacles...
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 6:43 pm
(( Dudes, I totally forgot demigods of the Anemi winds could have wings. This is so gonna make up for not having an arm.))
Pointless work. What fun that is. Hours and his energy was completely whipped away from him as he ran around camp trying to figure out who his godly parent was only to find it in one simple answer from the horsey dude. Ah, why couldn’t his father just put a more obvious sign for him instead of a vase tipping over water especially while he was peeing? No wonder why Notus wasn’t favored much, not to mention him killing off crops when the god wanted to or bringing in the storms late summer that loves to devastate the coast. What a lovely father figure, I tell you.
As he walked up to the wall, he thought he had heard someone scream something about beating a wall. Weird. Nathan looked around to see if he could find the source of the shout only to see some boy about one year younger than him climbing up the wall, dodging boulders that were heated up from the lava slowly coming down the climbing wall. Deathtrap much? But truthfully, something inside of the demigod wanted to hurry up and try to make it to the top before this punk looking dude did even though a fool knew it was impossible. I mean, the kid had only one arm. Who’s he kidding when he asking to race to get to the top first? He would need an unlikely blessing from his father for that and even then…
Eh, no fun in just wasting a good opportunity for a race though. So, taking one step back, the kid launched himself onto the climbing wall. What a horrible mistake it was he soon realized as he was heading straight at the wall fast enough to make him realize to guard his face with his arms and pray as fast as he could to his father or anyone else that could help him in this situation. Somewhat small, damp, and stormy grey looking wings suddenly sprouted out of his back, ripping his jacket and shirt. Downer he didn’t know how to make them flap soon enough. Splat. Nethun’s face had smacked right into the rocky wall as blood now raced down his face as his body fell down to the ground, falling on top of his “new” wings.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 7:38 pm
Allen Galitsov, Unclaimed Camper "Sorry, can't hear you over the music in my head..." Allen was almost half way till out of the corner of his eye a boy about his age arrive at the wall, Allen took a quick glance a saw a very strange sight! The boy just grew wings! It was an amazing sight to watch as the wings would be a great advantage, but they weren't flapping, Allen halted his climbing when his face made full contact with the wall.
"What in the world?" Allen, being nice, started climbing back down avoiding the dangers, and about 10 feet on the climbing wall he jumped off and smoothly landed. Observing the boy, he noticed that he had the look of an angel who fell from the sky, sorta like a 'la-la-la-la, prancing through the clouds, oh no, tripped and fell, blah, blah' Allen knelt down and poked him chest,
"Hey? You okay Mr. Wings?"
Allen stuffed his hand down his pocket and rummaged through it, grabbed an ambrosia square and lightly tapped Nathan's head with it, "If your a bit woozy, take this ambrosia... and depending on who hard you hit the wall I might have to bring you over to the infamary." Allen tried not to emit an awkward air, which were one of his faults when meeting someone entirely new, and he observed his injury intently as music from his headphones blasted clearly audible to Nathan.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 8:54 pm
As the pain seeped into his head, the boy couldn’t help but think he was hearing music from something nearby. It seemed like every time he was tired, hurt, or anything of that sort, music seemed to flood his ears. This is the time where he wondered if it was a good or bad thing, but sadly, couldn’t at the very second. The dude he was chasing after had came down and started to poke him while asking him questions. Fun.
Nethuns sat up rubbing his head with his arm. The stormy gray wings fluttered painfully as he responded, ”Yeah, I’m fine.. I think. And that’s a new one.” He really couldn’t believe wings, even though they were small and helpless, could just sprout out like that. And to think someone else had seen them too… Yeah. Just weird. This emo dude was now digging through his pockets and then pulled out a little square piece of food. "If your a bit woozy, take this ambrosia... and depending on who hard you hit the wall I might have to bring you over to the infirmary." Ambrosia? That’s what the food was called? And how could it do anything? It didn’t look like medicine to him.
”Uh, I think the ambrosia is good enough. Thanks though…” he muttered, but still audible, while staring at the god food with curiosity then taking a bit. A bit of heaven would be more like it. It tasted like his father’s fried fish back home. Seasoned perfectly and didn’t have much batter on it. But how in the world…? Nah, he could easily answer that question without much thought process. It was all because it had to do something with this camp, didn’t it?
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 9:49 am
Allen Galitsov, Unclaimed Camper "Sorry, can't hear you over the music in my head..." Allen watched as the one-armed teen took the ambrosia and ate it, his expression clearly said that he never had ambrosia before. Which brought the question,
"Are you new...? Here in Camp Half-Blood?" asked Allen with curiosity, Allen had been at Camp for about four years since he arrived, and alot has happened then. Another question popped up in Allen's head as Nathan digested the ambrosia,
"And...uh...what does the ambrosia taste like?" When Allen had his first bite of ambrosia, he was suprised it tasted like the berryfield tarts from his orphanage when they had 'Dessert Day,' Ambrosia was an amazing thing, if it hadn't been for the music from the headpones there wouldve been complete silence, the headphones emitted awfully strange music,
"And you said, it was like fire around the brim
Burning solid, burning thin the burning rim
Like stars burning holes right through the dark
Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes
You were one inch from the edge of this bed
I dragged you back a sleepyhead, sleepyhead."
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 7:01 pm
Apparently hearing if people where new here at camp was a huge thing seeing as all the other people had asked the same thing. Like so much that if someone else asks it, he might as well just make a sign with how long he has been here at camp. ”Depends on how long when you say new. Like a couple of weeks, yeah, I’m new. A couple of days, no not really,” he replied, surprised how fast the pain disappeared after eating the godly food which happened to be the other dude’s next question. ”Uh… I tastes like my dad’s cajun fried fish. But you didn’t try it…?“ he asked, not knowing that it tasted different to everyone. The music that blared from the emo kid’s headphones now started to become a nuisance. It started to blare out randomness violent lyrics that Nethuns just couldn’t stand. ”Hey, you mind turning that down a bit? Also, I forgot to introduce myself. The name’s Nathan, son of Nutos. You?” he asked the kid.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 7:43 pm
Allen Galitsov, Unclaimed Camper "Sorry, can't hear you over the music in my head..." Allen's eyes widened as a warm, smooth light glowed over his head, he had just enough time to look above his head to see a cathedecus, a symbol of Hermes. "Oh...my God..." Allen's eyes glowed with a fulfilled want, faith in his parent that one day his parent would claim him, and then it just happened all these years and finnally. He stood up and just stared into space, "I've been claimed..." This time, his face turned into a great joy, a wild, crazy feeling of happiness. "I'VE BEEN CLAIMED!" Allen fist pumped in the air and started dancing around, and even did a cartwheel and screamed to the skys, "I'VE BEEN CLAIMED! I AM A SON OF HEEERMMMEES!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 5:03 pm
Ethan walked up to the climbing wall with a full stomach and no shirt. He had just gotten finished stuffing his face at the lunch table after he had retrieved his drawing and gone to his cabin to change. The air was cool and he didn't feel like ruining a shirt with food and rip it up trying to climb up the climbing wall. "Okay, Ethan. You can do this." He said to himself, trying to make it believable. But he knew he would probably get himself back in the infirmary soon. He didn't mind, though. Taking one foot up the climbing wall he slowly pushed himself up until a few rocks fell he dodged the first few but found a few small ones hitting him in the head. "Ow." Was all he muttered before he let out a girlish scream as he saw the lava.
"Dear god, what twisted minded person made this thing?" He asked, trying to get away. Dodging the lava he began laughing. "Ha! Nothing can stop me now!" He screamed, believing the lava and rocks were done when nothing fell. Suddenly, a rock came crashing down on him, knocking him straight off the wall. Ethan fell onto the hard ground with a smack before groaning and rolling over onto his side. His body lied on the ground for a few seconds before he slowly peeled himself off the ground and looked up. "Evil." Was all he muttered before he rubbed his soar head and lied back on the ground. "Terrible climbing wall, you have taken down yet another victim of your torturous ways." He said, giving in defeat before sitting back up and taking in a deep breath. "I'll be back." He said, but didn't move yet. He would stay there for a little bit, trying to figure out how to get up the climbing wall.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 5:29 pm
Was claiming supposed to be this exciting? Were they expected to jump around and scream like a maniac? If so, whoops. Nathan just shrugged after laughing when he got claimed resenting his father’s timing of presenting the symbol of Notus over his head. ”Uh… Congrates then..? Sorry. I just don’t see what’s so exciting about getting claimed,” he said with an awkward situation. The stormy grey wings on his back fluttered as he got up from off the ground with some small feathers gently flowing to the ground.
((So sorry for late response >.< ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 5:36 pm
Annabelle Sophia Love
Unclaimed
indent Annabelle walked to the climbing wall, hands in the pockets of her dark navy, tattered shorts and even though it was late summer she was wearing a jacket with a fur lined hood. She was looking down and watched as her feet made contact with the ground as she walked. In her ears were her green ear buds that led down to her black iPod Nano that was blasting Panic At The Disco in her ears. Annabelle nearly fell flat on her butt when she felt the ground shake. She looked up, expecting to see a giant or something but it was a rock climbing wall that was shaking and spewing lava. Annabelle looked at the lava with a look of shock and excitement. Shock because that the camp actually had lava on a rock wall and excitement because that it was lava. A little piece of the Big Island was here in her new home in New York. Anna walked up a little closer to it and held her hand a few feet from the falling lava. A wide grin plastered it self across her face. "It's real." She said looking up at the peck of the rock wall. It wasn't a real volcano, but It was close enough for her. Annabelle placed one hand onto the rock wall and had the other turn off her iPod and took off her ear buds and stuck them into her pocket. She lifted herself onto the rock wall and managed to go about six feet before she stopped and smiled. "I feel like Indiana Jones." She said and kept climbing.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 5:59 pm
Allen Galitsov, Son of Hermes "Sorry, can't hear you over the music in my head..." "Hm?" Allen turned around with a grinning face to answer his question,
"It's been four years since I've arrived at camp...." Allen looked up again as the symbol faded away, his grin slowly faded as he told Nathan his story putting on a more serious tone, "Every night... in those four years I would stare into the stars, and try and keep reminding myself that one day I would be claimed, after four years of staring into the sky and watching cabin mates go deppressed for not being claimed, I think I should celebrate this moment while I can, you know?" Allen scratched the back of his head and looked at his feet, "Well, I'm gonna head off to the arena, maybe I'll see ya soon Ethan." Allen started jogging away, and if Ethan listened carefully, Allen had turned up his headphones at full volume, he waved and called, "Later." The figure of Allen slowly disapeared as he made his way to the arena.
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