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 Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 5:28 pm
иαтнαиιєℓ Ω ғєℓsιc
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"ｄｒｅａｍ ａｓ ｉｆ ｙｏｕ'ｌｌｌｉｖ ｅ ｆｏｒｅｖｅｒ...  +
+Nathaniel shrugged. Trust was meant to be built, not assumed on the first few meetings with someone. Besides, he was worried that Athena's hate for Poseidon ran in the blood of her children. At first, he had felt a little tense around Adele, but that feeling had gone away quickly. The son of Poseidon wasn't so sure the same would be true for her. He sighed, taking her elbow as he started to lead her back to her cabin. "You'll figure it out sooner or later." +
+... ｌｉｖ ｅ ａｓ ｉｆ ｙｏｕ'ｌｌ ｄｉｅ ｔｏｄａｙ."
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soи Ω oғ Ω ρosєι∂oи
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 6:17 pm
   xxxxxxR Y A NxxxA L E X A N D R E AxxxB I S H O PxxxA small, thin girl walked through the forests of the camp. Her celestial bronze bow glinted on her shoulder in the sunlight filtering through the leaves of the trees above her. Ryan could hear the running of monsters far deeper in the woods, past the rock formation Zeus's fist, and she could have sworn she heard a few dryads gigglings to eachother about who knows what. Ryan didn't want to know. Instead of dwelling on the nature spirits she continued wandering, wishing she could go back to California and see her mother and grandparents. But of course her family couldn't afford it, and Ryan refused to ask the camp for money, though she knew Chiron would give it to her if she asked.
Ryan let out a sigh, her hazel eyes scanning the tree in front of her. "Hello?" When no one answered, Ryan assumed the tree was unoccupied by a dyrad and munipulated the breeze blowing through the woods to lift her up to the lowest branch of the oak. She pulled herself up, continueing climbung until she was as far up as she could go. Ryan closed her eyes leaning back. Heights had always calmed her mind.[ Out Of Cows :: posted ]D A U G H T E RxxxO FxxxZ E P H Y R U S
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Bioluminescent Sharpies Crew
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 6:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 7:22 pm
xxxxxxR Y A NxxxA L E X A N D R E AxxxB I S H O PxxxRyan's brain didn't even process that someone had called back to her 'hello'. That is until she was nearly at the top of the tree. Ryan opened her eyes suddenly, looking down, wondering if she'd pissed of a dryad or . . . No. Ryan looked down at the clearing and the rock formation. There was a person down there. Probably a girl, Ryan thought, but she couldn't be sure from the height. "Oh, hi! Hold on real fast." Ryan, deciding to dwell on her sucky family buisness later, she began scaling down the tree, at a reasonable pace, then jumped from the lowest limb, slowing her fall by munipulaing the wind. Ryan took a deep breathe, she really shouldn't be using her powers quite so much. If she needed them for a fight, one day, she'd be too worn out o do so. Ryan walked over to the rock formation, seeing that the person was a girl in fact. "Sorry about that."[ Out Of Cows :: Me too D; I love Fred and I get depressed when I just stare at it . . . You're signature made me lose the game. ]D A U G H T E RxxxO FxxxZ E P H Y R U S
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 7:29 pm
 Don't Judge me by my Clothes
Or my Music
Or my wepon when I Wear it, or when I Use it. Akitla sat atop Zues's Fist, watching the sky. It was a pretty blue, she had to admit. You gonna stare at the sky all day, and not even aknowledge your best friend? Akitla sat up and smiled. Why yes. I think I will Sam. The day and night sky are beautiful, even when snow does not fall. Sam just shook his head. Come down here! You know I can't climb up the rock with my hooves!
Akitla stood up. Oh, you mean down there? That's pretty far, it's really scary. I think up here is safer. She smiled, and looked down at him. Kit you climbed Mt. Everest with your father on 3 different occasions! I think that simple height of Zues's Fist is no feat to you. Sam glowered at her, and Akitla sighed. She couldn't take someone mad at her. So she climbed down. Hey Sam. She hugged the sytar. Yeah Yeah, Kit. I remember when you freaked at me walking with hooves and fur. Akitla glared at him. Hey you were in a wheel chair for 2 years! She then pushed him, which gained her a push back. She laughed and they headed towards a random direction.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 3:56 pm
x__x - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Ｊｉｒｏｕ Ｄａｎｉｅｌ Ｍｉｎａｍｉ⊰ _______________________________________________________________________S o n O f P o s e i d o n
Jirou groaned as he flipped his auburn hair dramatically in that picturesque type manner that one would expect from an actor. It had been such a boring day yesterday, and yet? He still hadn't gone around to find anything interesting with life. What was the meaning of life? Jirou still couldn't find an answer, even after asking an Athena kid, though that one looked a bit out of it... The aggravated male rose from his bed with an eye roll as he let out a long and exaggerated groan. Another day at such a crappy camp, and he was sure of one thing. Yuu wasn't going to roll around soon. The Asian-American male cocked his head side to side before stretching out his arms and letting a soft yawn escape as it bounced off the walls of the quiet cabin. Jirou was used to waking up much earlier than the rest of the campers, and naturally - he could hear soft snores escape from his supposed 'half-siblings' which was not pleasing. The boy shuddered with disgust, how annoying they were. Jirou rummaged through his belongings softly, not like he came with much anyways. Though the clever kid had ended up swiping a credit card from Aiko when he left, but of course - that's still a secret. Jirou grinned as he found the perfect outfit. The male stripped his white tank top off his head as his hair happened to get a bit untidied as it made it over. The room was dark as night, so naturally nobody would see him as he slipped on a large and stretchy peach colored top. Jirou ran his hand through his hair before picking up his glasses that he had a tendency to wear every so often, especially if he felt like he was in a 'smart-alack' type mood, which was today. He smirked, obviously pleased as he took a quick glance at his pocket mirror that went with him everywhere. The egotistical demigod now began to shimmy out of his pajama pants as he pulled on a navy blue pair of jeans that complemented his dark blue Chuck Taylor's. The boy began to lace up his Converse high tops as he took a glance at his old watch that never left his left arm, 5:48 AM. Perfect, mouthed Jirou to himself with a satisfied smile as he fixed his hair once more and silently slipped out of the cabin, escaping the sounds of soft snores and embracing the wild life. Well, not quite. Camp Half-Blood wasn't exactly 'wildlife' in an average person's opinion, and monsters were most definitely not considered peaceful cute animals that you could feed bits and pieces of bread to...
Jirou left the Hermes cabin as the door closed behind him. The boy pushed the rim of his glasses a bit further up his nose as he glanced around. Peaceful and silent. What a great thing, especially when he's cooped up in the shoddy little Hermes' cabin. It was torturous with those noisy little brats ranging from all kinds of ages as they would scream and shout, even go as fair as to pulling his hair. Jirou twitched in anger at the thought, Damned brats. The redhead was now displeased, but his mood changed quickly as he strolled the night scenery of the camp. Well, not quite night, but you get the point. Jirou hummed as his brown eyes scanned around, almost filled with paranoia of some sort. He was just wary of a small child that might just pop out. Jirou shuddered, small children were his enemies. He wanted so very much to slam them against the wall and then shove them inside a closet, never letting them out, but of course - Chiron and Dionysus would get pretty steamed if he did. The boy glared; he still hadn't made 'friends', but it wasn't like he looked forward to them. Jirou was much more interested in finding his crappy brother that had left camp 4 years ago on a quest, along with 4 more demigods. Of course, Yuu just hadn't returned. Jirou was sick of the camp. Hearing things like "Oh, you look just like your brother!" and "You surely have different personalities than Yuu!" was annoying. He clenched his fists at the mention of his brother as he just forced a smile towards them, resisting the urge to rearrange their faces. Of course, they weren't half as bad compared to the Ares' kids who really did want to pick a fight. Jirou had left some significantly nice wounds on their faces when they began to jeer and talk smack about his baby face. The redhead rolled his eyes once more in pure frustration as he approached Zeus' Fist. It was definitely the best place to be when one needed downtime away from the campers, and he hadn't told anyone yet, but it also had the best view just behind the trees at 6:10 AM. The morning sunrise would tiptoe in, and it was just beautiful. Jirou climbed up top the ugly pile of rocks, despite absolutely being warned not too - apparently the Zeus' kids were rather protective of the ugly 'scenery' there. Jirou smirked as he sat on the top and checked his watch. Perfect timing.
He watched as his second hand ticked; it was 6:09. The ends of Jirou's lips couldn't help but to twist upwards in a small smile that was never seen by people, only Yuu had ever seen it before. Even his previous girlfriends, including that Aphrodite chick from a year ago, they were all undeserving. To Jirou, females were just a pastime, nothing more. He adjusted his glasses as he watched the sun creep up from its slumber slowly. The male smiled, and he couldn't help but to wonder if Yuu was watching the same scene as him. The male sighed dejectedly as he thought of his brother. Shrugging the thoughts off quickly, Jirou hopped off Zeus' Fist, leaving with a nice urge to beat somebody up, and he knew just the place. The Arena was a sure place to go when one wished for bloodshed, and he knew a great handful of pubescent Ares' kids were there, dying to be finished off by him. An evil smirk of superiority happened to land on Jirou's satisfied place as he darted towards the place where he spent most of the time, using up all his pent up anger from Yuu. He grinned, he was positive that his name 'Daniel' was going around the Ares' cabin along with thoughts of murder and revenge. He had landed one of their males in the infirmary for a few weeks last time, and let's just say that they never quite got over that. "Daniel", his name at the camp, was making its way into each of the cabins, slowly but surely, Jirou would end up as one of the most highly recognized demigods. Of course, he'd had quite a scuffle with the Apollo cabin two days ago; they were just too quarrelsome and problematic. And their egos. That was the issue. The moody Asian had happened to come across the brats during his more 'uncontrollable' moods, and well - one of the campers got the worse end, and it surely wasn't Jirou...
[exit Zeus' Fist - heading to the Arena, but might get sidetracked to the stables.]
● ● ● ｔｈｅ- -ａｃｔｏｒ O u t O f C h a k r a :: Temp (or possible permanent format) until I get around to making him one (or /not/) & Also : Intro posts are always a tad longer than my usual posts ~ This took make 20 to 40 minutes to write? Or maybe longer, I can't remember - but I won't always be able to produce this kind of writing ~ Especially not on my bad days which end up as a measly 400-500 word type thing.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 1:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 2:59 pm
  ωну ∂σ тнєу αℓωαуѕ ѕєη∂ тнє ρσσя!؟
вαявαяιѕмѕ ву вαявαяαѕ
ωιтн ρσιηтє∂ нєєℓѕ.
νιcтσяισυѕ, νιcтσяιєѕ кηєєℓ.
ƒσя вяαη∂ ηєω ѕραηкιη' ∂єαℓѕ.
мαяcнιηg ƒσяωαя∂ нуρσcяιтιc
αη∂ нуρησтιc cσмρυтєяѕ.
уσυ ∂єρєη∂ ση συя ρяσтєcтιση,
уєт уσυ ƒєє∂ υѕ ℓιєѕ ƒяσм тнє тαвℓє cℓσтн. XXXXXX♐ ⇥ Harmony felt like she had been up for forever, which was not completely strange for her, truly, but today seemed to be dragging on with an extra amount of boredom that had her itching to do.... Something. Not that she was one to do anything brash to relieve her boredom, but she had thought briefly to tease the owl above her cabin door a bit. But that very prospect was so against her nature that she had quickly decided against it, instead favoring a more calm course of action in wandering around the camp a bit. After all, you couldn't go wrong with exploring, right? XXXXXX♐ ⇥ And so the daughter of Athena had found herself here, at Zeus' Fist for some unknown reason. Aimless wandering really did bring you to the most interesting of places, though. She wished that she would have dragged her little twin sisters along with her, they wold have enjoyed this place, and it would have been a nice escape from the Hermes cabin where they'd been staying until it came time for them to be claimed. But, alas, Harmony had decided (probably unwisely, for it was never certain what those two might do) to leave them to their own devices for a bit. After all, the twins could entertain themselves well enough, and only sometimes entertained Harmony. Ok, truthfully they entertained her all the time, but she just wanted a calm day. A day without the constant chatter and shenanigans that was her kid sisters. XXXXXX♐ ⇥ And when, she wondered, had calm turned to boring? With a sigh, Harmony sat down against a tree and pulled a small, leather bound book from her pocket, opening it and beginning to read. Her thick brows furrowed ever so slightly as she read, pale blue eyes flickering across the words before her with interest. The children of Athena were notorious for gaining huge joy in reading, and there was no example better than Harmony, who could read for hours and never once get bored. And now she thought that it was a good thing she'd brought this book with her. She realized now that she had not been looking for something entertaining, but rather a good place to read. She smirked at herself ever so slightly as she thought of how much of a nerd she was. Her smile dropped, though, as she became immersed in her book, oblivious to the world around her.ｙｏｕ ｆｅｅｄ ｕｓ ｌｉｅｓ >>> >>> ｙｏｕ ｄｅｐｅｎｄ ｏｎ ｏｕｒ ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔｉｏｎ
ｙｅｔ ｙｏｕ ｆｅｅｄ ｕｓ ｌｉｅｓ Location :: Zeus' Fist With :: No one Feeling :: Calm, serene{Opponent Of Chaos:: Oi, bad post, sorry. Major headache right now >.< }
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 4:14 pm
 .( ★; Circling your ↓ circling your ↶ circling your head !xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ CONTEMPLATING EVERYTHING YOU EVER SAIDxxxxxxxx(❛ Now I see the truth, I got doubt )xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxa xd i f f e r e n t xm o t i v e xi n xy o u r xe y e s xa n d xn o w xi ’ m xo u txxxxxxxxxxxSEE xYOU xLATER !xxxI see your fantasyxxxxxyou want to make it a reality paved in goldAmadeus awoke long after his siblings had dressed and gone for breakfast at the dining pavilion. He hadn’t had a particularly late night or anything of the like that would be a suitable reason for this; he had simply chosen not to wake up to the sound of the alarm on the phone in his hand, underneath his pillow. He didn’t particularly like eating breakfast at camp anyhow; nothing was food he preferred, which was for the most part meals cooked by Gregorovich or the del Faverro triplet’s hands. They had caught on to his acquired tastes quickly and cooked according to these tastes. He only ever really attended the dining pavilion for tea, nibbling on buttered bread rolls to go with it usually. More than once he had been harassed by Simon for his apparent lack of appetite, but Amadeus was more likely to construct a home for a homeless man on the streets and pay his bills for the next decade or so than listen to him, and it wasn’t a little known fact that the demigod’s selfishness tended to be beyond ridiculous at times. The raven-haired teenager sighed softly, rolling over in bed and slipping his phone from underneath his pillow, glancing at the time. 10:46. The demigod resisted the urge to crawl back underneath the covers of his bed, sighing as he sat up in bed, rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes. He may as well spend the remainder of the morning reviewing musical pieces for different instruments. Amadeus was highly skilled in several different instruments, but lately had been focusing solely on the cello, and harp, neglecting to practice with other instruments as well. Amadeus stretched a bit in bed, the cabin empty for the most part as his siblings attended various camp activities he deemed too trivial to be present at himself.
The son of Athena dressed quickly in his usual Armani three-piece suit, preparing for the day ahead. To be honest, he detested attending Camp Half-Blood. It was simply so juvenile; it didn’t suit him in the least. He would rather be in Ireland conducting the usual business instead of the rotting cabin he was currently forced to sleep in. He sighed softly through his nose, finally picking up his cell phone, checking it for recent messages and emails as he left the cabin, heading for the amphitheater where many an instrument was lying around after being used by a child of Apollo. The day was pleasant enough by anyone’s standards, but Amadeus would prefer the solitude of his cabin instead of the open grounds of camp any day. The reason he was so pale was because of the hours spent behind the screen of a computer, conducting tests in his laboratory, or simply reading in his manor’s library; remaining indoors in favor of roaming outdoors like the typical child had bleached the glow from his skin. The glaring sunlight of a day such as this in turn tended to make him especially testy. The demigod finally reached the amphitheater, taking his time as he wandered inside it in search of an instrument to begin practicing with. Amadeus finally plucked a flute from its case, taking care to disinfect the mouthpiece before closing the case. He exited the amphitheater once more, running through a mental list of memorized musical compositions for the flute, heading for the forest. It was quiet there, and there would be a far less chance of someone disturbing him if he were there than anywhere else, after all. The demigod proceeded to stroll into the forest, and once he had gone far enough away from the majority of campers, he pressed the flute to his lips, and began to play Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart’s flute Concerto No. 2 in D major. He played flawlessly, as was expected of the child prodigy, hardly paying attention to the path his feet was following, so into the piece was he. Amadeus entered the clearing where Zeus’ Fist was held, playing the final notes of the composition without mistake, and only a trained ear would have noticed the few notes he had substituted with his own to improve on the music.❛ ⊰: Son of Athenaxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 6:40 pm
 With: xxx
Location: Zeus' Fist
Thoughts: Quiet...  While laying in the grass Mason had begun to watch as the clouds moved in unison through the sky. In the clouds, if one had a sense of imagination, were various different creatures. From the clouds that drifted in and out of his line of sight were jugs, a pig, a skull, as well as what looked like a face smiling. That particular cloud was pretty creepy, so Mason was now trying to forget the image. Needless to say a distraction came that would help him forget. The sounds of foot steps. Looking over led his eyes to a girl with a small book in her hands. A grin was on her face for about a second before it disappeared completely. Almost as if she were lost in the contents. From this Mason deemed her as a child of Athena. Though it was a mere guess, he was sure of it to be true. In fact, he was almost positive that it was an accurate guess. No other camper that he had seen ever had a serious face on while reading.
The thought of becoming that involved in a book made little sense to Mason, but when compared to him becoming lost in music it added up right. With no more to think about on the girl's presence he went back to looking up at the clouds. Slowly but surely, Mason began to fade in and out of consciousness in the warmth of the sun that shone down through an opening in the trees. In his dream land, Mason stood stagnant in a blank white room as a flute played through the white room. It was a soothing tune that seemed to be getting louder and louder. Waking up now from how loud it was getting, Mason looked up to a male playing the flute. The source of the music had been found now. Sitting up right now he crossed his legs before pseaking. " You play very well." spoke Mason trying to be as friendly as possible.
Out of all his time in camp Mason was sure he had seen the male once or twice. But it was not conversational, it was a mere passerby. In fact, he did not even know the male's name, but perhaps he would finally learn it today. That and how he learned to play the flute that well. Anyone would say just take lessons, but there was always more to it.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 9:01 pm
  ωну ∂σ тнєу αℓωαуѕ ѕєη∂ тнє ρσσя!؟
вαявαяιѕмѕ ву вαявαяαѕ
ωιтн ρσιηтє∂ нєєℓѕ.
νιcтσяισυѕ, νιcтσяιєѕ кηєєℓ.
ƒσя вяαη∂ ηєω ѕραηкιη' ∂єαℓѕ.
мαяcнιηg ƒσяωαя∂ нуρσcяιтιc
αη∂ нуρησтιc cσмρυтєяѕ.
уσυ ∂єρєη∂ ση συя ρяσтєcтιση,
уєт уσυ ƒєє∂ υѕ ℓιєѕ ƒяσм тнє тαвℓє cℓσтн.
XXXXXX♐ ⇥ Harmony was pulled from her own private musings about her novel rather slowly as the sound of music drifted through the trees to her ears. She frowned into her book, rubbing at her eyes slightly and trying to figure out just where she was, so lost in her book that she had lost track of reality. A bad habit that she really needed to break, truly. She blinked and listened closely to the music, tilting her head to the side curiously. It wasn't an uncommon thing to hear music in the forests, but it was odd to hear anyone else but a child of Apollo just randomly walking around with a flute. And Harmony knew it was a flute, because it was pure and lilting, not a brass but not a reeded instrument either. And the concerto... - she had listened to that concerto many times, and knew it like the back of her hand. Even now she found her fingers twitching along with the tune, as if she were playing her own flute just as this person was.
XXXXXX♐ ⇥ Although... No, not just like this person. Whoever this was was surely not a child of Apollo. It was a thought that Harmony found odd. Whoever this was did not put the emotion and feeling into the music like an Apollo camper would. That was not to say that the music was bad. No, on the contrary it was very well played. Nearly perfect. But the notes and articulation were very precise, very clean and nicely cut. As if the flautist was a perfectionist of some sort. This idea intrigued Harmony to no end, and her natural curiosity had her getting to her feet and wandering through the trees, following the source of the music. She paused, though, near the end of the tune, when the player took a few notes and changed them to his or her liking, effectively making the song perfect. Harmony tilted her head to the side, devising that this must be a child of Athena. After all, who could revise Mozart so perfectly with so little flair to their music?
XXXXXX♐ ⇥ So which one of her siblings was this? She decided not to try to figure it out, instead she just found herself wandering through the trees again, looking for the flautist purely out of curiosity now. She blinked when she came up to a sickly looking boy with dark hair and a holier-than-thou attitude. Truthfully, Harmony had no problem with Amadeus, she didn't know him all that well, but she'd heard bad things. Still, she tried her best not to let those opinions influence her own. He seemed like an interesting character, and although he also gave off a rather stand-offish air, Harmony thought that he really couldn't be all that bad. Unless he was. But then, she figured there was only one way to find out for sure, so she approached him with a slight frown, striking up a conversation with, "Mozart's Flute in D. Nice. But, um, you changed the end there. Made it perfect. Mind if I ask why?" Her British accent caused her words to be more clipped and sharp than she had actually intended, but then Harmony was quite a sharp girl. Not in a necessarily bad way, but for the moment it made her smooth voice sound a bit curt, though still polite.
ｙｏｕ ｆｅｅｄ ｕｓ ｌｉｅｓ>>>>>>ｙｏｕ ｄｅｐｅｎｄ ｏｎ ｏｕｒ ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔｉｏｎ
ｙｅｔ ｙｏｕ ｆｅｅｄ ｕｓ ｌｉｅｓ Location :: Zeus' Fist With :: Amadeus Feeling :: Calm, serene, curious{Opponent Of Chaos:: Bleh, another sucky post. At least I managed to crank one out >.< }
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 11:13 am
  laetitriumphantes▪▪ ⊱ this is ten p - percent ✄`luck ⋮ twenty ❜ ✴percent skill
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laetitriumphant❖FIVEPERCENT(5%) ♔PLEASURE
laetitriumphantesFIFTY PERCENT PAIN AND A HUNDRED PERCENT REASON TO REMEMBER THE NAME
As Amadeus played, it was a wonder he didn’t trip and fall considering how little hand-eye coordination he truly had. His reflexes were only decreased because he was not paying attention to the ground beneath his feet, but at least he was walking at a fairly slow pace, matching the rhythm and time of the musical composition he was playing. Granted though, that was why Gregorovich was constantly at his side, knowing very well that his charge wouldn’t last a day by himself without someone watching over his health when he himself did not.
This bothered Gregorovich a great deal though, which was truly the reason he hadn’t accompanied the young heir to Camp Half-Blood. He would accompany him anywhere else, but he had come to the decision to let the boy fend for himself for once. After all, Amadeus was a demigod who would constantly be in danger, and the truth was, Gregorovich would not always be there to save him from that danger. And so, by sending him to camp alone, he hoped that his charge would learn some self-defense, if nothing else. It wasn’t that that difficult to be able to protect oneself long enough to at least be able to flee the situation before being hurt too badly. Amadeus could probably make a decent fighter if he worked at it and didn’t rely on anyone else to do the physical tasks for him. Though he had his best intentions at heart, Gregorovich just couldn’t account for Amadeus finding a temporary bodyguard to take his place at camp.
And so when the last note rang proudly from the flute and the instrument fell from Amadeus’ lips, his thoughts had turned to where the son of Thanatos was. He was usually hard to get rid of rather than difficult to find. Perhaps he was sleeping in? It was unlike Simon, but it was entirely plausible. Either that, or he had visited the Athena cabin, found his friend still asleep, and had left again, deciding to come back later. I should go find him… Amadeus thought as he took a step farther into the clearing. …but I’d rather not. Not only did Amadeus not want to leave to discover the blonde’s whereabouts, but for one to first leave a place, they would have to know where exactly they wished to leave. “Hmm…” the son of Athena murmured, stepping closer to the pile of rocks in the center of the clearing. It was most likely what the campers had dubbed “Zeus’ Fist”. A cold, sweeping gaze around the clearing located a trail on the other side that probably led to some other area of camp. Making a note of this, Amadeus brought the flute to his lips again, deciding to play another piece or two before leaving. The forest was a peaceful place; the area itself wasn’t to his liking, but the mood it set was decidedly hard to come by at camp.
Just as Amadeus had been about to play the first note of Mozart’s Flute Concerto No. 1 in G Major, he heard soft footsteps followed by a voice. “Mozart’s Flute in D. Nice. But, um, you changed the end there. Mind if I ask why?” The criminal couldn’t resist a small smile from forming on his lips at the comment, pleased and slightly impressed. No one whom he had played the piece in front of had detected the slight note changes he had made; not his father, who had given Amadeus his first flute lessons nor the Apollo campers, the children of the god of music, which had disappointed the young heir considerably. After all, there was nothing more discouraging than unappreciated genius. Obviously, he was in the presence of someone rather astute and perceptive – one of his siblings no doubt, and judging by the accent, he was prepared to guess which one without even turning around.
“Isn’t the answer obvious, Miss Caladonia? The point to perfection is perfection itself. That and self satisfaction, which in my case, it is both,” Amadeus replied coolly, equally polite as he turned around to face his sibling, gripping the flute in his hands. Upon looking over his half-sister once, a file was pulled to the forefront of his mind (mentally speaking, of course), in which was listed more than several pieces of information about Miss Caladonia he had observed and noted in the past, as well as leisurely dug up using his laptop during his free time. Harmony Thames Caladonia. Female. Age sixteen. Athletic build. British descent; born in London, England. Family includes father Joseph Caladonia (deceased), mother Athena, and two younger twin sisters, Faith and Hope. Intelligent and athletic. No notable accomplishments thus far. An interesting character, by the by, who would hopefully make for even more remarkable conversation.
ooc; Mine isn't much better; pretty much writer's block slapped on paper. >.>
But anyways~! This wonderful layout was made by the always amazing, totally wonderful Chibi~!
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 6:04 pm
XXXXXXXX☠ » Viktoria wandered through the forest and made her way straight to Zeus’ Fist, her deep emerald eyes directed up at the sky. She was looking for something, anything, to take her mind off the fact that she really was no being herself. She climbed atop the outcropping and just stood there, contemplating what exactly she was doing out there in the forest. She could easily be training or trying out that new dagger that Elysia had made, but instead she had located her watch, which she had located wrapped up in her sheets, and then she made her way out to Zeus’ Fist, as she had told Elysia she most likely would. It was not as if she wanted Elysia to join her, for she doubted that the daughter of Hermes would. However, it eased her mind that she was keeping to what she had said she was going to do. XXXXXXXX☠ » A sigh escaped her lips as she took her top hat from her head and scratched her scalped lightly, before replacing it on her head. She took a seat on the edge of the outcropping and then laid back, allowing the sun to warm what of her skin was showing. It felt nice, just to get away from the world up there on the stone. Sure, she was a daughter of Ares, but Viktoria hated being angry all the time, it just did not suit her mental status. Being bi-polar messed Viktoria up, especially once she found out that she was a daughter of Ares. ==== ☠ ==== Ψou're Ŧhe Ⅎighter Ψou've Ǥot Ŧhe Ⅎire Ŧhe ₴pirit Ѳf Λ Ϣ̣̣arrior, Ŧhe Ͽhampion's Ħeart Ψou Ⅎight Ⅎor Ψour ₤ife Ƀecause Ŧhe Ⅎighter Иever ϱuits
Ψou ɯake Ŧhe ɯost Ѳf Ŧhe Ħand Ψou're Ðealt
Ƀecause Ŧhe ϱuitter Иever Ϣ̣̣ins
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 5:22 pm
[xxdaughter of hephaestusxx]ixx xxxxxxxx███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ix██ix██ix██xxxxxxxxxxxxi►xi[ → ]xi ▷ixx i c a m e a c r o s s a fallen treexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI felt the branches of of it l o o k i n g at me.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ｉｓ ｔｈｉｓ ｔｈｅ ｐｌａｃｅxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwe u s e d t o love?? { ♥ }xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxiis this the place that i've been d r e a m i n g of?xxxxxxxxxxxx» Paris awoke after a restless night to rear the sounds of two of her younger brothers talking 'bout homework that one of the senior children of Hephaestus gave them. One of the boys, Jay, noticed Paris wake up and nudged the other brother to shut up. "Sorry, Paris. Did we wake you?" Said Jay with his cute little nine-year-old voice and mid-western accent. "Nah, I needed to get up any way. Go back to your homework." And with that simple, half awake response, the young boy gave a half smile and went back to his work. 'Sweet kid.' The fourteen year old thought before getting up and ready for the day.
xxxxxxxxxxxx» Half an hour later, Paris was dressed in her classic three-quarter-sleves-and-converse outfit. With dark eyeliner and sandy blonde hair pulled up into a pony tail, she was ready to face the world. Well, at least for a day. Before giving leaving the Hephaestus she gave herself a little look-over in the only full body mirror the Hephaestus cabin had. Hardly anybody ever used it. When you're apart of this cabin, looks don't matter. That was something she learned her first day of camp. Which lead her to nickname her brothers and sisters the "Quasimodos of Camp Half-Blood". A fitting title, really. Most of them looked really rough, but they had a heart of pure gold, and that's all that really matters.
xxxxxxxxxxxx» As the quirky young girl left the cabin she did her usual thing of snapping repeatably. Why? Because it made sparks like a flint to steel. It was a little spark, but she found the more she did it the better she was at holding a flame. Another way of getting better at holding a flame is to pick one up directly and holding it. And that was exactly why Paris was going to Zeus' Fist. The pile of rocks gave her somewhere to start the open flame without nymphs, dryads, or even other campers from getting pissy. After a bit of walking, and collecting sticks, Paris came to the rock pile and noticed a girl there. "Oh, I'm sorry." Paris began with a brace-faced smile. "Do you mind if I join you here?"━━━━━━━━━━━━ ≺♥≻ ━━━━━━━━━━━━
o c c :: Sorry it took so f'ing long. I had to go win a bet and my sister did the wise thing of fracturing her thumb.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 10:50 am
  x - - illusionRun fast ✸ for your mother run fast » `✤ for your father
x - - illus╰° RUN FOR YOUR CHILDREN shade FOR YOUR SISTERS AND BROTHERS ↺
x - - illusion shadeLEAVE ALL YOUR ❤ LOVE && YOUR LONGING BEHIND❞
x - - iYou can't carry ✩》 it with you ⊰⊰ if you want to survive
Harmony's pale eyes scanned her half brother curiously as he turned to face her. taking into account his neat, orderly appearance and the expensive suit he wore. Harmony had seen her father wear much similar clothing, back in England when he would go off to work every morning. While most people may have been intimidated solely by Amadeus' appearance, Harmony was quite used to being around the wealthy and well-to-do, having gone to many a gala in which she'd been forced to wear similarly expensive clothing, albeit in the form of flowing silk gowns and painfully "stylish" shoes. On a personal note, Harmony had hated such clothing, and had since then vowed never to wear anything like that ever again, if she could help it. Looking at her half-brother, Harmony got the impression that their families came from similar social classes.
On this thought, she glanced down at her simple jeans and converse, a small smile flitting to her features at the stark contrast from Amadeus' Armani suit. She looked back at her brother as he spoke, finding it endlessly amusing that he had worn a full three piece suit into the woods, and had trekked out far enough in it to reach Zeus' fist. Perhaps it was a concept that Harmony could not understand, but she didn't think she could ever do such a thing. She had to imagine it was very uncomfortable. Unless he was just that used to it. But even when Harmony had been wearing clothing like that, she'd never gotten used to it. It was a wonder how different they were, even if they came from similar... Well, similarly wealthy backgrounds. From what Harmony had managed to gather over her short period here, Amadeus' wealth wasn't always legal. Of course, those were rumors, but looking at Amadeus now, the daughter of Athena had a nagging suspicion that the aforementioned rumors just might be true. And this intrigued the girl to no end.
Harmony looked at Amadeus for a long moment after he spoke, pondering his words quietly. Yes, he did seem like the type who would value perfection and find great satisfaction in it. And perhaps that was also why he seemed so chilly all of the time. Interesting.... Still, Harmony responded with the truth of her clever mind, and how she honestly felt on the subject, "Now that you mention it, I suppose the answer would have been obvious, had I known you valued perfection so greatly." She paused and looked at the flute in his hands, "And yet... Well, Mr. Hawthorne, do you not suppose that some things are more beautiful and precious because of their imperfections?" She looked at the pile of rocks and tilted her head slightly, noticing how they did in fact form a sort of fist. After a moment she pointed to the seemingly natural monument, "Take that into account, hm? Interesting structure, I think, perhaps magical in its properties. Can you imagine it without its imperfections?" She smiled softly, continuing, "Because I can. And I imagine that it would look very boring indeed."
This is a path of thought that she took on a daily basis. Harmony had the uncanny ability to take a step away from the world and view the greater picture of everything. It was something that came in handy more often than not, and left the daughter of Athena with a very open mind. She took all aspects into account, and had become very calm and understanding because of this. She was not the judgemental sort, nor was she prejudiced against anyone in any way. She had read many religious writings and holy books, spanning from China to North America, and while she obviously knew that her Greek gods were real, she had always pondered on the existence of others. If there was one person you wanted on your side in a debate, it was Harmony Caladonia, for there was very little that she did not understand or could not decipher from what would seem trivial or insignificant.
 
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