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 Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 1:32 am
Emily stepped out of the Infirmary to find herself on a porch that wrapped around the house. She leaned againsts the railing of the porch and thought about the info two satry had just told. She thought about what just happened, she was just claimed by her goddess of a mother, Urania, the muse of astronomy. I was excited about finally knowing who my mother was, but i was also scared. one of the satry said that demigods were always being attacked by monsters when thay weren't in camp halfblood. I was scared about going back home.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 4:54 pm
Isabella Smith
I walked up and set my bags down (wondering why on earth did my friend bring me here?) My foster mother never told me anything about this( I stepped up onto the porch and looked around at the kids wondering how they all got here!)
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 4:57 pm
(( Where's your profile?))
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 4:59 pm
Who are you?Im bella?I am brand new and confused.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 5:06 pm
(( First of all. Use (()) for ooc chat. Ooc stands for Out of Character.
Second, make your character profile in Parent Determination forum.
Third, what's with ( ) during you post? It doesn't sound like ooc. ))
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 9:43 pm
❦Michael Oakwood❦
"We must learn from Pan and ..."
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Michael walked up to the porch with his hooves clomping on the wood and sat down in the seat next to the table shocked not to see Mr.D sitting there playing cards like he usually is. He saw that a deck of cards had still been there. He looked around and saw no one looking. He reached for the pack of cards and started to nibble on it waiting for someone to pass by.
He took out his pan flute and started to play Boogie Shoes which was his fav song. He kept playing random tunes that he knew stopping only to nibble on the cards. After a couple of minutes, he stopped practicing his pan flute. He finished eating the cards and was happy that Mr.D wasn't there to fuss at him for it. He belched very loudly tasting the cards, box, and can he had eaten today. He closed his eyes and relaxed.
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"... help restore nature."
❦The Satyr❦
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 3:43 pm
❦Michael Oakwood❦
"We must learn from Pan and ..."
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Michael fell asleep for a couple of hours. He dreamed he was at a all you can eat buffet. He ate shoes, cans, plastic water bottles, apples, oranges, pineapples, and fabric. He couldn't be any happier. Then the rest of the food turned into harpies. He backed up and reached for his pan flute but it was gone. Then all the harpies attacked him and he woke up sweating. He looked around and then realized it was just a dream. He smiled that he was alive and it was just a dream.
He got up and walked off the porch. He still wondered if Dionysus was okay.. He planned to ask Mr.D if he could go wondering around the United States to go help keep nature safe and maybe go gather more demigods just to do something. He also didn't mind if he went on the next quest. He shrugged and walked away with no place in mind
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"... help restore nature."
❦The Satyr❦
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 4:16 pm
Kiki slowly walked up to Chiron, wondering what awaited her. A few minutes earlier, Chiron and barged into Kiki's cabin, telling her to meet him outside. Kiki was freaked out like you couldn't believe.
"Oh my gods, what does he want from me? Did I do something wrong? He sounded so mad and angry at me. Oh no......" she thought. Chiron patiently waited, and when Kiki stood in front of him, he let out one word.
"Kiki", he said, in a deep, harsh tone. Kiki wanted to run away so badly, but she stood her ground.
"There have been rumors going around that you are a spy for Kronos. I have no clue whether to believe the rumors, but you will need to either confirm or deny them."
Kiki stood there for a while, trying to think of any event that might have caused people to think she was Kronos' spy. Kiki couldn't think of anything...... until she remembered that day 3 months ago when she was sleeping in her cabin, and Kronos literally broke in and whispered to her that he needed Kiki to be her spy.Kiki had a realization.
"Chiron, please believe me. I'm totally not Kronos' spy, that's for sure. Someone else might be. But I think that someone might have seen when Kronos broke into my cabin when I was sleeping 3 months ago, and when he whispered to me how he needed me to be his spy. Someone probably assumed that Kronos and I were having a conversation about what I had seen in Camp Half Blood lately, and told someone that I was his spy. Then the story got bigger, and went around camp, I'm guessing. Please believe me when I say that I'm not his spy." Kiki said.
"I believe you."
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 11:27 am
Leo stood on the Porch with her hands in the pockets of her black skinny jeans. Her bright yellow mid drift tank top, that brought out the gold of her eyes, showed off her pierced belly button. Her blonde and black hair was pushed back out of her face. She ignored anyone else who was on the Porch, simply listening to the conversations going on but not paying any attention to them.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 3:40 pm
Melissa didn't really know what she was doing here, but she walked up to the Big House, the place she was instructed to go to. She walked up the steps, wondering what life would be like at camp. Melissa then realized that she wasn't supposed to be here. She was supposed to go to the Hermes cabin. She turned around, hopped down the porch steps, and walked off, hoping that the Hermes cabin, whatever that was, was somewhere close by.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 1:59 pm
 ＲＵＮＮｉＮＧ ＴＨＲＯＵＧＨ ＹＯＵＲ ＶＥｉＮＳ, ＦＬＯＷｉＮＧ ＴＨＲＯＵＧＨ ＹＯＵ ＡＲＥ ＭｉＬＬｉＯＮＳ ＯＦ ＭＹ ＣＲＹＳＴＡＬ
ｉ’Ｍ ＢＲＥＡＫｉＮ’ ＭＹ ＲＵＬＥＳ ＡＧＡｉＮ, ＹＯＵ ＫＮＯＷ ｉＴ’Ｓ ＧＥＴＴｉＮＧ ＢＯＲｉＮＧ If there was a way to describe pure idiocy, she was pretty sure that Kheiron fit that pretty well. The centaur seemed to only care about his ‘half-bloods’ and their safety, which, Philippa could care less about. Yet, the girl remained silent throughout their chat, gathering everything she could. One, he seemed a little fidgety when he spoke. This wasn’t the first time she had seen such nervousness when she discussed things with someone. Whenever she opened her mouth, he seemed to blink; amazed that she had opened her mouth and was actually speaking. She didn’t like talking much, especially to half-bloods like the camp director. He didn’t seem the type that she would easily give all of her information — how she was able to see pieces of people’s pasts and futures. For the most part, he was curious on how she actually got in, being a mortal. This got a shrug. “Maybe you need to check your defenses again, Kheiron, because I could slip through quite easily,” she said, making the centaur look surprised, once again, “In truth, there’s a small little niche, if you’re able to look quite closely and your eyes aren’t clouded by the fog of mist surrounding this place.” That was her plan. Make the guy think that his camp is in some sort of trouble, it needs something. And he would be running around, trying to solve this little problem that might not even exist. It was easy to get into camp; all she needed was to persuade a stupid satyr that she could get the hot nymph in the oak tree to like him. Quickly done, she was in camp, and for once, actually finished her promise. Hopefully those two weren’t already split up… Her eyes fluttered from the spot where she had been staring-the window right behind Kheiron’s head- to his face, trying to listen to whatever he was saying. She picked up something like ‘Ramona’ or something, or was it Rachel? She was half-listening. Really, she wanted to see Mr. D. He gave a warmer welcome than this guy did.
“Are you even listening to me?” he asked snappily, waking her up. She nodded, well, she had been listening. She didn’t gather everything, though. “Sure. What’s your name?” he asked. ‘Oh na na, what’s my name....’ she sung in her head. Maybe she could make an alias. Maybe she could use her fake name, Penelope, instead of her real name. The name her mother—before she left her to find for herself—gave her. Though, she did want to gain a sliver of trust here from this camp. She did need someone to trust her, right? And maybe, even if this guy seemed to have less intelligence than her mortal parents, she could maybe trust him. She was going to try it. “Philippa Cross,” she said, raising her posture from a slouch to one with proud, like a composer about to play his best sonnet. In truth, she wasn’t much of a musician, all she could play was the violin, but that was beside the point. Kheiron nodded, and ran his hands over a few papers, only to start writing something down. “Until we can get you set up for being a prophet for camp-as we are unaware of your talent,” he said, his voice going rude at the last word, “You’ll work in the infirmary. Helping people, not getting in the way. If by that time you show any ability to prophesize, we’ll move you to Rachel’s cave.” After writing some things down on a slip of paper, he handed it to her. She daintily took it, as if it had germs, which in her mind, it probably did. The Big House, to her, didn’t seem so big, or so clean. She guessed that the Hermes cabin, the dirtiest and oldest cabin supposedly, was better looking than this one. She only learned a little bit from her arrival at camp before she was seized by some burly Ares boys. Of course she didn’t go whimper on about how she wanted to go home or how sorry she was to be entering the camp; she just stared at the arms as if they were bugs.
Then dragged off by the Ares campers, she was let go by Kheiron, who looked down at her as if she was some liar or something. Well, she sort of was. This was a camp for gods, and she had been raised by a Titan. She preferred the Titans, and was asking for the hospitality from those who followed the gods. Who were children of the Olympians. Slightly disgusted by the idea of a camp like this, she straightened herself, staring craters into the centaur, who stood in his half-animal self, a white stallion supporting his human torso. “So, are you going to show me around camp?” she asked. She got a push from a camper, yet she didn’t’ loose her balance, but took it as an invitation to step closer to the camp activities director. Thankfully, by that time, the more amusing director, Mr. D had appeared, and ushered her in. He had the strong scent of alcohol coming off of him, and even with the older, frumpy look to him; his eyes seemed to interest her. He didn’t really tell her anything—though she did hear some comments coming from Dionysos after the door to Kheiron’s office was closed. Now, what it seemed half-hours later, she was finally allowed to leave. It had been early morning when she had first arrived to the camp, about four in the morning, and it was now around ten-ish. Six hours in that stuffy office? She didn’t trust the time here. Closing the door gently—fighting the temptation to slam it--, she headed down the hallway, to where she guessed the infirmary would be. The floorboards creaked under her weight—which, in truth, wasn’t that much. Her mother hadn’t fed her much—and it was all healthy. Compared to how much she worked while training and being taught, it would have probably not have been enough to fuel her physically. And even now, even if she didn’t want to show it, she was showing some tiredness and weakness as she waved her arms back and forth as she walked, propelling herself. Passing Mr. D’s office, she smiled to see the god sleeping, fedora covering his erotic eyes. ‘For shame. That’s all he has going for him in that form,’ she thought, closing his door so that he wouldn’t be disturbed. No, she didn’t know that his door was locked.
The infirmary, to say the least, was packed. Tired looking doctors ran around tending even more tired looking patients. She couldn’t help but take a mental snapshot of it. Everyone was doing something—be it running around, coughing, sneezing, bleeding, sleeping, screaming, feeding, eating, or anything else that fit the chaotic piece of art. Unfortunately, she didn’t have her art supplies with her, or she would have recreated the piece herself. A sigh escaped her lips as she watched everyone to something—and realized that she was just standing in the doorway, looking stupid. Well, Pippa never thought she looked stupid, but if she did, this would probably be the time she would agree to her awkward look. See, everyone seemed to belong here. The Apollo kids—she guessed that they were the kids of the healing sun god—seemed to be the doctors. And any other god under the sun’s kids were the patients. She saw an Aphrodite boy complaining about a pimple, a Hephaistos kid’s back burned, a minor god kid’s eyes covered by a blindfold. The things that got you into the infirmary, it seemed, could be anything. Thankfully, as the Lunch Pavilion called people for lunch time, people leaked out, leaving only a pair of exhausted looking Apollo kids and some sleeping patients. Philippa guessed that this was a good time to advance. And perhaps a girl—seeing as she had no clue how to deal with boys unless it was a punch in the face. The girl looked up, and she was slightly taken aback by the girl’s powerful brown eyes. “Please don’t tell me you have some wicked disease, please,” the girl pleaded, a little bit of annoyance in her voice. Interesting. “No. Kheiron wants me to help until-” she began, but was only interrupted by the boy, who she guessed found himself able to barge into their conversation. “Till you’re claimed? Oh, we get those all the time. Can you go get some ambrosia for that guy? He seems to have awoken. Thanks, babe ,” he said, winking after the last word. She was already starting to hate her job.
A few hours later, people started coming back, including the extra help that she didn’t need. Most people thought she was a camper—except the odd satyr that came in, or one of the Ares campers that caught her that morning. Sighing, she walked outside to the porch, smelling the cold air that ran through her hair. She closed her eyes, allowing the sun to hit her. Like being hugged by Apollo’s arms, she spoke a little of Greek, some basic words that she learned from Phoibe. A bang noise and her head hurt, hitting the porch steps. Had she fallen? She was unsure. Her eyes tried to open, but they couldn’t. Images, she saw them, her eyelids acting like a movie screen. … When she awoke the next morning, she felt sore, but replenished. The girl—Demi, she remembered her name from yesterday, was sitting next to her. “Kheiron said you weren’t allowed to have any ambrosia... so we had to fix your bump the old fashioned way. … Dad came to camp... and said things I’ve never heard him say before... Is it true, what you said?” she asked, her voice filled with worry. What had she said? “Please, what did I say?” she asked. Demi’s brown eyes exploded, and she fell off the bed, only to run out. Minutes passed in the awkward silence. She hugged her sides, feeling her rib bones. She couldn’t sit up properly. She needed to walk. Pippa swung her legs around and touched the cold, oak flooring, heading to the porch. She held herself up on the frame of the veranda, her eyes searching for something in the morning’s dew. ＰＨｉＬｉＰＰＡ ＡＳｉＡ ＣＲＯＳＳ
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