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 Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 11:30 am
Cabin for the sons and daughters of Hermes and all the unclaimed children.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 5:17 pm
Coey walked into the cabin and looked around. Hmm... She thought in her mind thinking. She set her bags down on a bunk and sat there for a second. She didn't really know what to do. She could always go for a walk and look around. That seemed like a good idea. Camp seemed huge compared to where she lived and she needed to get used to it here. But where would she start? She sat on her bunk thinking.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 6:11 pm
Coey Wilks
I'll never be what you want me to be and I can't change who I am. So please just back off, quit judging me and live your own life and stop trying to control mine. ((Hmm...this layout is okay for now)) Coey stood up, figuring out where she would go. She took out the two small knives she had and walked towards the door. She would go to the arena. Coey walked out of the Hermes cabin and towards the arena.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 8:45 pm
 ΩDesirée NightshadeΩ
"I'll never understand why guys fall for girls who look like Barbie." -Dez Nightshade Dez walked up to the door of the cabin. She wore black fishnet gloves, heavy black jeans with chains attached, a black t-shirt that had a bleeding heart where her heart was on it. The t-shirt was in between skin tight and loose. She also wore black boots, a ring with a black rose on it, on her middle finger of her right hand and a necklace with a skull pendant. She had a suitcase in her left hand and her fingernails were painted black, as usual. She put her right hand on the doorknob of the cabin's door and opened it. A gentle breeze blew her black and red dreadlocks that were in a ponytail. She walked into the cabin, her boots clunked on the hardwood floor with each impact and the chains on her jeans rattled. She searched for an empty bunk, she found one and set her stuff down beside it. The smell of the cabin didn't bother her because she always took the garbage out to the bin in the alley. She lied down on her back on the bunk and sighed. First day here and I'm already bored. She thought to herself.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 9:11 pm
Jake walked into the room, noticing the girl, but she didn't look like she wanted to be bothered. Well, at least I know I'm not alone, he thought, wondering whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. He got to an empty bunk a few beds away, half-wondering when he was going to be claimed, half-wondering why the dorms were co-ed.
He sat on the edge of his bed, and then looked at the other girl. She had a bag, with all her stuff. He looked back at his own empty hands, the only thing he owned currently were the clothes on his back and a few single dollar bills. He shook his head, shrugging off the thought, and laid on his bed, scratching at his face. Being an extreme extravert, and considering how easily he had made friends in the past, he decided to strike up a conversation with the other person in the room, the girl a few beds away.
"Hey," he said, waving a bit with his un-bandaged arm. "You new here too?"
Of course she is, she has a bag, moron... he thought immediately afterward, remembering. He shook his head. "Scratch that question. What's your name?" he asked, trying to smile.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 10:36 pm
ΩDesirée NightshadeΩ
"I'll never understand why guys fall for girls who look like Barbie." -Dez Nightshade Dez looked over at the boy who was talking to her. "My name's Desirée, but you can call me Dez," she said to the boy and sat up. The chains on her jeans rattled when she moved her legs. "What's your name?" She asked the boy that was a few beds away from her. She noticed that he was trying to smile. "You don't need to smile, you know." She said a lied back down on her back, on her bunk and stared at the bottom of the top bunk, then sighed.
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 1:13 pm
His smile turned real when she answered. He chuckled, and shrugged. "I kinda like smiling." He looked over to her and laughed. "But, I'm Jake." He nodded, instead of extending a hand. He was a bit far away for a hand-shake. He reached up and scratched his left eye, the scar across it was itching. He hoped that the fact that it was all scarred and red, instead of blue like his right eye, didn't freak her out. Although, he had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to freak her out.
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 6:23 pm
He took the moment where she stopped talking to hum to himself, a random tune with no real organization or pattern, just a few random notes. He smiled again, thinking about how he loved making up his own songs for no reason. He used to have a notebook filled with staff music for composing, but he couldn't remember what had happened to it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 3:45 pm
ΩDesirée NightshadeΩ
"I'll never understand why guys fall for girls who look like Barbie." -Dez Nightshade Dez looked over at Jake and noticed his scar, but didn't care about it. "This place is boring," she said with a sigh. "I wish I was back home, even though I have to put up with my stepsister and her friends who look like Barbie." She looked back up at the bottom of the top bunk. She pulled out her iPod out of her purse in her suitcase and put one earphone in and left the other one out. She turned it on, changed the current song to Pretty Rave Girl by I am X-ray. The volume was loud and you can hear some of it coming out of the earphone that was out of her ear.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 3:50 pm
Jake raised an eyebrow, an absurd thought of a girl surrounded by giant plastic dolls popping into his head. He almost laughed, but managed to turn it into a cough. "Yeah, this place is kind of boring," he agreed, nodding and looking around. He flopped over onto his stomach on the bottom bunk of his area, and looked under the bed. He saw a few pieces of string, and a few loose coins. He grabbed the string and brought it back up, grinning as he wiggled his prize in front of his face. Watching the string flail crazily in front of his face, he said, "So, do you even know what this place is about? My... Uh... Whatchamacallit, the goat-dude who brought me here, he was kinda lame at filling me in..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 4:55 pm
MelpomeneGraceRobertson "Named after the muse of tragedy, but lives a life of comedy."I walked into the Hermes cabin and looked around. All the multi-colored sections of my hair was pulled back while the brown, which was not very much, was free. I was still in my sparkly light blue preforming uniform for the circus with just a hot pink long sleeve shirt, dark blue skinny jeans, and orange converse on over it. "I think I can adjust to this life style." I said quietly. and sat down.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 5:00 pm
Jake saw the other girl walk in, and he smiled. "Hey," he said, waving. "How's it going? I'm Jake," he added, then stopped talking before he started ranting. He scratched his left eye again, trying to cover the scar a little and closing it so she couldn't see it was red. He was probably going to end up revealing it anyway. He shrugged, and went back to humming, and wrote it down in his head, saving it for whenever he had paper.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 5:07 pm
MelpomeneGraceRobertson "Named after the muse of tragedy, but lives a life of comedy."I looked at the person who said introduced himself and a pained looked crossed my face and turned the volume on my Hearing Aid down, "My name is Melpomene Robertson." I said. "And if you please talk just a little quieter? I need to get a new Hearing Aid."
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 5:09 pm
Jake frowned, quieting down. "Sorry," he mumbled, and then laid back on his bunk, waving his arms in front of him in rhythm. He was still humming, but much quieter.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 5:22 pm
MelpomeneGraceRobertson "Named after the muse of tragedy, but lives a life of comedy.""It's okay." I said, "It feel out of my ear during an act at my father's crique." I said and fingered the necklace that my father gave me on my eleventh birthday. It was a small silver necklace with the symbols of Thalia (a comic mask), and the symbol of, my name sake, Melpomene (tragic mack). "How long have you been here?" I asked Jake.
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