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 Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 5:33 pm
Blake shrugged, pretending not to notice her lie. Blake closed his eyes again and let his breath slow to a steady pace, so steady it almost didn't look like he was breathing at all. Blake wasn't asleep, he couldn't after what he jsut saw, but he decided to ignore it he was going for a somewhat normal life here at the camp.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 6:27 pm
Zoe grabbed her journal back. "Oh, an I think your parent is Nemisis. Just in case you didn't hear me earlier." She mummbled. She started to draw again. She was really drawing her and his future. They were somehow connected. She had the vision when she was at the beach. It freaked her out a bit. But i didn't really faze her.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 6:40 pm
Blake shrugged it off, everyone thought he was a child of Nemesis. He went back to sleep. The only place he loved most was his sleep. The land of dreams and nightmares. Blake rarely had any nightmares he usually drempt of his love, April. This girl used to be his pride and joy untill she was diagnosed with cancer on her birthday. One of the saddest moments of Blakes life was seeing her die on the hospital bed. He swore from then on to never show emotion because death would just claim his friends, family, and love.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 6:46 pm
Zoe looked closley at Blake's eyes to see if he was really assleep. She ripped out the piece of paper that she jut drew, and she already dreded seeing it. She floded it and put it in Blake's pocket so maybe he would see it later. She took out a Greek crossword puzzle book she found at the camp store the day she got here. She thought it was easyer to read then real words. She did 7 puzzles then put it in her bag and sat there bored.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 3:12 pm
DivinePink Liz, who had been in her own world for a while, jumped as Rex screamed. she watched him out the window, he looked... well, scared. When he came back in she hopped off the window sill and went to him. "You okay? You look a little pale." Rex Holans, Son of Hermes  xxxxx Rex, who was lost in his own thoughts, looked over at Liz, who had come over and asked how he was. Shaking off the daze, he replied with, "Just some stuff bothering me. No need to worry, alright? Thanks though" Rex gave a little smile as he thanked her. Sitting up, Rex took notice of the new kids. "I guess I haven't been paying much attention around here lately..."
xxxxx Letting his voice trail off, Rex's thoughts turned to the voice he had heard outside and what Danny and Nicole had accused him of. They must be crazy. I don't have a scythe. Unless.... Rex grabbed his twin swords and tapped them together at the bottom of the hilts. Nothing happened. "Just as I thought," Rex smirked and murmured to himself. Just as Rex finished his statement, his swords glowed dark and cold. Shocked, he let the blades drop on the floor. There, they glowed darker and started to change shape. Once the glowing stopped, Rex looked down on the ground. Lying on the ground was a newly formed scythe. It was gleaming bronze the full length of the blade and had a glistening black handle. He picked it up and it felt perfect in his hands.
xxxxx Rex remembered that Liz was still standing in front of him and witnessed all that had just happened. He placed his new weapon on the farthest edge of his beds and looked at Liz. "Look Liz, you can't tell anyone about this." Then, Rex realized anyone in the cabin could've seen what just happened. {color=lime]"No one speaks of this, got it?! Any word of what just happened leaves this cabin, you'll deal with me," he said loud enough for everyone to hear.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 3:25 pm
Jonny Lightning Bolt Rex Holans, Son of Hermes xxxxx Rex, who was lost in his own thoughts, looked over at Liz, who had come over and asked how he was. Shaking off the daze, he replied with, "Just some stuff bothering me. No need to worry, alright? Thanks though" Rex gave a little smile as he thanked her. Sitting up, Rex took notice of the new kids. "I guess I haven't been paying much attention around here lately..."
xxxxx Letting his voice trail off, Rex's thoughts turned to the voice he had heard outside and what Danny and Nicole had accused him of. They must be crazy. I don't have a scythe. Unless.... Rex grabbed his twin swords and tapped them together at the bottom of the hilts. Nothing happened. "Just as I thought," Rex smirked and murmured to himself. Just as Rex finished his statement, his swords glowed dark and cold. Shocked, he let the blades drop on the floor. There, they glowed darker and started to change shape. Once the glowing stopped, Rex looked down on the ground. Lying on the ground was a newly formed scythe. It was gleaming bronze the full length of the blade and had a glistening black handle. He picked it up and it felt perfect in his hands.
xxxxx Rex remembered that Liz was still standing in front of him and witnessed all that had just happened. He placed his new weapon on the farthest edge of his beds and looked at Liz. "Look Liz, you can't tell anyone about this." Then, Rex realized anyone in the cabin could've seen what just happened. {color=lime]"No one speaks of this, got it?! Any word of what just happened leaves this cabin, you'll deal with me," he said loud enough for everyone to hear. ((Grrr. You better not go evil becuase whenever someone goes evil they try and kill me, What did I ever do? sad
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 3:28 pm
((Well, everyone's making me out to be this evil guy. Might as well live up to it razz ))
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 3:36 pm
Blake looked up at the kid with a scythe it gleamed bronze, "Nice weapon you got there body." He stood up and sixed up the weapon, it was a reasonable length the average size for the average farming Scythe. Blake looked the kid in the eyes, "You know, you don't seem the friendly type all of the usdden although," He gestured to the grim looking Scythe, "Thats probably because you got a scythe in your hands." Blake outstretched his hand, "My names Blake pleasure to meet you." His voice held the slight hint of an Irish accent.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 3:41 pm
Jonny Lightning Bolt ((Well, everyone's making me out to be this evil guy. Might as well live up to it razz )) ((But...but...oh whatever but PLEASE don't go totally evil and don't die.))
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 3:42 pm
DarkCavalier Blake looked up at the kid with a scythe it gleamed bronze, "Nice weapon you got there body." He stood up and sixed up the weapon, it was a reasonable length the average size for the average farming Scythe. Blake looked the kid in the eyes, "You know, you don't seem the friendly type all of the usdden although," He gestured to the grim looking Scythe, "Thats probably because you got a scythe in your hands." Blake outstretched his hand, "My names Blake pleasure to meet you." His voice held the slight hint of an Irish accent. ((Irish accent? I thought you were British.))
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 3:47 pm
Rex Holans, Son of Hermes xxxxx Rex looked at the kid who just introduced himself. "Nice meeting you too, Blake. I'm Rex. Wish these were better times. As you can see, loads of drama are happening around here." He shook Blake's hand and smiled slightly. "Also, hope you don't stay here too long. Gets kinda boring. Been here for a while. I'm a child of Hermes, so I have no choice," Rex laughed as he said this little bit. He hoped he'd have at least one person not thinking he was crazy. Might be too late for that one though.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 3:48 pm
Maiya Kajuji DarkCavalier Blake looked up at the kid with a scythe it gleamed bronze, "Nice weapon you got there body." He stood up and sixed up the weapon, it was a reasonable length the average size for the average farming Scythe. Blake looked the kid in the eyes, "You know, you don't seem the friendly type all of the usdden although," He gestured to the grim looking Scythe, "Thats probably because you got a scythe in your hands." Blake outstretched his hand, "My names Blake pleasure to meet you." His voice held the slight hint of an Irish accent. ((Irish accent? I thought you were British.)) (( I said he was from England they have a large variety of accents and a large mix of actuel English people and Irish as well as Scottish just be glad hes not scottish or he'd be realy annoying! aso that english accent was a good fake, like the one I cna do! Blake is basicly me only slightly colder. ))
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 3:52 pm
Blake eyed him curiously, "A child of Hermes huh?" Blake eyed the sythe shrugged and decided to drop it. "Yeah I suppose theres plent of drama what with me be-heading a kid named Danny yesterday getting three gilrs to hate me in a few seconds and pissing this chick named Emma off." Blakes jet black hair hid his eyes, he was peeing around at Rex's facial features looking for anything that might hint anything, his mouth twitched slightly at the names Danny and Emma.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 3:59 pm
Rex Holans, Son of Hermes xxxxx Rex looked at Blake, trying to keep himself calm. "You beheaded Danny? Well, that saves me the trouble of actually doing it. That kid was starting to get on my bad side. As for Emma, she gets mad pretty easily. Not bad, for a new kid," he said, in a joking tone. Rex got up and stretched out his back. In the middle of stretching, the voices screamed at him, once again. This time was worse than the last. Rex dropped to the floor, wincing in pure agony. It felt as if a flaming screwdriver were being forced through his skull.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 4:11 pm
Blake didn't move when he fell he only stared down at Rex. There was nothing Blake could do anyway, he was in pain and nothing could or would change that. Something was strange about this boy, something was strange about this camp. Nothing added up, Danny being insane, Nicoles drawing, and now this. Blake just kept waiting for the boys pain to end, or at least go down enough for him to speak, Blake needed answers, and whether he liked it or not he was now caught into this. Blake bent over and put his thumb on Rex neck, drawing the pain elsewhere was a trick he'd learned back in fifth grade.
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