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Bara the Mercenary Captain
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 Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 3:15 pm
Zeus
The God of the Skies and Storms
Symbol of Power: The Master Bolt
At first glance, the Zeus cabin isn't overly posh. It's a large white marble building without very much in the way of design, though it is immense with columns. When its large doors open, you can see beds in the room, which is a new addition since the end of the pact that the Big Three had. There is a statue of Zeus against the back wall, and pictures are often hung by the campers to make the cabin more "home."
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 10:45 am
  x - - illusion shade♕) ` ✤ I'VE BEEN AROUND↺ THE WORLD IN THE POURING RAIN
x - - illusionFeeling « out of place ⊰⊰ really feeling strange 《★◟
x - - illusion shaT●ake me to a place ☇✸ where they know my name❞
x - - illusion shade x -CAUSE I AIN'T MET NOBODY THAT LOOKS THE SAME
x - - illu「:: I'M A FISH ⇡OUT✦ OF WATER x - - ∥✤ LION OUT OF THE JUNGLE !!
Oliver was surprised when Althea clung to him and began to tremble in his arms, not saying a word or giving an explanation for her behavior. He wasn’t upset at the slow destruction of his favorite T-shirt or of her nails digging into his skin, but her emotions had done a complete one eighty quite suddenly. He found his anxiety for her skyrocketing as he glanced down at the daughter of Athena, as well as an impulse to protect her. They were both normal emotions for him though – by nature, he was a caring individual and he would protect anyone who needed it to the best of his ability. He held her closer to him in response, his hold over her transforming from politely kind to that of a friend.
As she lay trembling in his arms, Oliver began to smooth back her dark hair soothingly, simply waiting for her to calm down. He murmured a few comforting words every now and then, all the while feeling helpless and wishing there was something he could say or do that would make her smile. He wasn’t even sure of what was exactly bothering her. As far as he could tell, it probably wasn’t him – she didn’t strike him as the type to care of what others thought of her. He wasn’t smart enough to be able to unravel the mystery by simply observing her like many of her siblings had the capability of doing, so he just settled on not sticking his nose in where it didn’t belong and would leave it at that. The son of Zeus glanced at her a second time, making an observation that hadn’t dawned on him until that moment. She’s awfully pretty… I wonder why I didn’t notice before? After a moment, he shook the thought off. This was not the time.
Oliver barely heard Althea apologize under her breath and he shook his head. She had nothing to apologize for while he had every reason to. Apologizing for Felix didn’t undo the damage the demigod had created and he’d been stupid for encouraging her reckless behavior earlier. (Had all of that really happened in the morning?) And now, because of him, she’d climbed up a tree and almost fallen to her death trying to get back down. He was about to open his mouth to say all of this when she began to cry.
At a momentary loss at what to do now that the daughter of Athena was sobbing, he was almost relieved when he heard the soft rustle of leaves and the crunch of twigs underfoot that was heading towards their direction. Oliver couldn’t be sure what was the source of the noise but he was more than positive that their presence was not one that could help the situation in the slightest. Uncertain to whether or not Althea was aware of the noise as well, he walked towards a pair of trees, the space between their trunks blocked with a particularly thorny, overgrown bush. He had found this hidden pathway a couple years ago during a game of Capture the Flag. He walked right through the bush, keeping the girl close to him so as not to jostle her. When they were through, his jeans were ripped in places and he might have been bleeding, but a small thin pathway lay before them.
Oliver took it without hesitation, letting his feet guide him as he returned his attention to Althea. He rubbed her arm comfortingly through the denim of his jacket, humming a lullaby he had plucked from his brain ever so softly. He didn’t remember the words to go along with it, but the melody was easy enough to recall. When she spoke again, they were at the end of the pathway Oliver had taken from Zephony Creek, and he stopped.
Oliver nodded sympathetically, just barely able to make out her words. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to,” he murmured in reassurance. It struck him as strange that she had been so determined to find her brother not ten minutes ago and that seeing him now was possibly the worst thing she could do, but he resolved not to pry. It wasn’t his business.
At her request to be put down, Oliver shook his head. “Not until you’ve rested a bit. Your wounds still aren’t completely healed.” He smiled kindly. “You don’t have to apologize. You did nothing wrong,” he told her, lifting a hand to wipe away the tears staining her face. His hand lingered for a moment longer than necessary before he quickly pulled it away, embarrassed. “Uhm, I thought I heard something back at the creek, so I left since I didn’t think you wanted company. If you wanted, you could wash up in my cabin? It should be empty. Gavril has archery practice and Cat is at the stables I think. At the least, you could do me the favor of resting for a bit?” he asked more than anything. Again, Oliver didn’t want to upset her any further than she already was, so if she wanted to leave, his tone implied that she could.
When she agreed to his offer, Oliver smiled a bit before he trudged on through some more bushes that hid the end of the path (which were thankfully thorn-free), where they stood directly behind his cabin. The area was deserted, which really only happened at mealtimes. Time seemed to have gotten away from him. Quickly, he strode across the stretch of grass to his cabin, opening the door and closing it softly behind them.
The Zeus cabin was more temple than cabin. It was large and spacious inside, but also musty and cold. Three beds were arranged in the interior, looking out of place pushed up against the white marble walls. Oliver made a beeline for a bed in the corner behind the statue of his father where the stern gaze carved in marble couldn’t find him. The bed was neatly made and there were two small duffel bags lying at the foot of his bed. The wall behind the cot was furnished with a few pictures tacked to the wall; some were of Oliver and his friends at camp and others were of him with mortal friends from his former high school and the orphanages he had lived in. He didn’t glance at them now as he laid Althea carefully on his bed, sweeping the duffel bags to the floor with his hand. He stood back, smiling uncertainly. How did you entertain guests under these circumstances? “Is there anything you’d like? Maybe a soda or something? You're missing lunch because of me, so you're probably hungry...”
ooc ;; [Exit from Zephony Creek to Zeus #1]
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 8:33 pm
 
❝Althea had heard the footsteps, and that was the only reason why she didn't fight when he started to take her towards his cabin through a rather sketchy path in the woods. She didn't move as the thorny vines nipped at the small patches of bare skin which weren't covered by Oliver or his jacket. The small scrapes stung, but were nothing in comparison to her previous injuries. Not only that, but she was tired and numb from the cry she had just calmed herself down from.
When he stopped to explain himself she simply nodded-- although it could be barely called a nod, more like a limp bobble-- instead keeping quiet to show her acceptance. She was practically asleep by the time they got to the Zeus cabin, her head lolling towards his chest. It was soothing, the deep rise and fall as he breathed, the rhythmic beating of his heart which pounded against her ear. She was absolutely exhausted, emotionally drained by her little break down. The lullaby he was humming wasn't helping at all, either. She barely noticed when he opened the door, leading her into the cabin. When he laid her down, she sighed heavily. There was a huge rush of relief when her head hit his pillow.
Her eyes flicked around the room, barely open, inspecting the temple-like cabin. It felt impersonal, imposing-- in her opinion perverse. Like she was being watched-- sure she was behind the statue, which she could see the back of, but she still wouldn't want to be a girl living in the Zeus cabin. She would hate to read in this place, let alone sleep or get changed. Of course, when you hit a certain level of exhaustion it doesn't matter who is watching you. And how comfortable Oliver's pillow was didn't help the situation at all.
But she knew she couldn't allow herself to fall asleep. She may not have exactly distrusted Oliver, but he was a teenage boy and she was a girl (not his sibling, to top it off) in his bed, and there was nobody else around. Sitting up quickly, Althea didn't even want to think about what might happen and she couldn't stop the slight tainting of her cheeks when she did think about what could happen.
Maybe a soda, or something? You're missing lunch because of me, so you're probably hungry...
" Je ne penserais pas de tous de s'envoyer en l'air avec toi!" she cried, a little too loudly as she covered her face with her hands, trying to hide her embarrassment from the boy. Unfortunately that did not help the situation in the slightest. Contrarily, it only made the situation worse.
Althea, what's wrong? he asked, his voice laced tightly with concern. Althea tried to back away, his jacket falling to the floor as he followed after her. She cried out as her palm slid on the sheets, shifting them and sending her tumbling towards the floor with the sheets tangled around her-- and around Oliver as well. There was a loud thumping sound as Oliver was pulled after her, tumbling down on top of her as the pillow went sliding across the room.
She laid underneath him, back down to just pants and a sports-bra, embarrassment and shock clouding her usually quick mind as they stared into each other's faces a bright blush rising to her face as she immediately began to squirm, tangling them further. Then she froze, hearing a low chuckle and the rattling of a door knob. There was silence in the cabin for a moment as two unfamiliar voices entered, echoing through the large room. Immediately Althea inhaled to scream,
"RA--" her voice was cut off as one of Oliver's hands clasped over her mouth, his eyes begging her to just be quiet. She began to struggle, trying to get his hand off her face with one arm as she tried to unpin her other arm from the folds of the blanket.
Oliver apparently had a similar plan in mind, as he began shifting his body in order to untangle himself. It was actually working quite well until Althea just about got her arm free, getting fed up and just yanking hard, pulling the blanket up. Her timing was horrible. Oliver had just been working on untangling his leg, and was placing his foot down onto what had been floor a few moments ago. When his foot pushed against the blanket-- which was only held taunt by her arm-strength-- it slid against the smoothly polished marbles, pulled Althea's arm against the floor with a loud thump (something which earned a loud cry of pain from her) and dropped Oliver down on top of her practically half-naked form, pulling another gasp from her lips. Neither demi-god even had time to recuperate before footsteps were rushing towards the misleading ruckus, and Althea gasped loudly as pain shot up her spine-- there was a good chance that she had just re-opened the wounds that had been protected by the bandages on her chest.
{|| ໐นt ໐f chคrคcter .::. Ohmigosh this was fun. ||}
{|| ໐นt ໐f eɲglish .::. I totally was not just thinking about sleeping with you! ||}
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 3:52 pm
 I SEARCHED ALONG THE CHANGING EDGE
tab tab WHERESKYPIERCEDNOWTHECLOUDHADBROKEN
tab I SAW NO BIRD, NO BLADE OF WING NO SONG WAS SPOKEN
Oliver had been right when he had told Althea that Catalina was at the stables, partly (not that Catalina knew he had been talking about her). But as it was, she would have preferred to be anywhere other than there. Even a date with a wanted criminal would have been better than the stables. It wasn't that Catalina hated the stables, or was terrified of the horses or anything like that although there were a couple moments during the morning that could easily lead to one in the future Had Catalina known what was coming, she probably would have politely apologized to the frantic demi-god who had ambushed her the week before and begged her to take over her duties in the stable the next day. To be honest, Catalina really had wanted to say no, the girl's stable duties had fallen during the same time as archery practice, which, although she wasn't as good with a bow and arrow as she was with a gun, Catalina actually enjoyed. The girl had that 'you're my last hope, please' look on her face though, as she explained her situation. "Please Catalina, my friend had another miscarriage, and her husband is trying to divorce her because of it. I'm going to go stay with her for a couple of weeks, but I need someone to take over my stable duties while I'm gone and nobody I've asked so far will do it!" Well Cat couldn't exactly say 'no' after that, now could she? Not when the older daughter of Demeter was so desperate, and Cat didn't know the girl to be a liar either, so she had agreed.
It had been fine the first time, but that day? It had been horrible. The night before, some trouble-making demi-god (probably a Hermes kid, although there was no way to prove it) had snuck into the stables and braided the horses, and some of the pegasi's, manes together. Predictably, the animals were not happy, and when one of the demi-gods had arrived early in the morning to refill their water had noticed, they had gone around and woken up everyone who had stable duty that morning. When they had gotten down there, they could see that the horses were not happy. Unfortunately, without a Poseidon camper among them, they had no way to properly speak to the animals. To make matter's worse, whoever had done it had used some sort of sticky substance, so it wasn't as easy as just unbraiding the manes, they were literally glued together. In fact, the longer she worked, the more Cat became convinced that more than one person was responsible for this.
As careful as they tried to be, some of the horses were obviously rather fed up with the whole situation, and about halfway through the morning, Cat had been obligated to run one of the demi-gods up to the infirmary after he had been kicked and stomped upon by the horse he was trying to help.
Finally, they came to the consensus that the manes weren't salvageable, and among the group, they managed to get each horse and pegasi to stand still long enough for them to pull the ruined portions out of the manes. Unfortunately, the damage had been so bad that many of the horses were left looking like they were neglected or something (if you only went by the state of the mane of course). By the time they were done, it was lunch time. Cat felt bad about leaving the poor animals with their manes looking so bad, but some of the demi-gods who knew a little bit more about horses and grooming had volunteered to stay behind and "Make them look as nice as possible. Don't worry, when we're done with them, it'll look as though this whole 'glue braid' fiasco never happened. Except, you know, their manes will be short." And so, the rest of the group had gone up to lunch, muttering threats under their breath towards the culprits, should they ever find out who was responsible.
At lunch though, Catalina had found that she didn't have much of an appetite, so after pushing her food around on her plate for a bit, and eating about two bites, she decided to go back to the cabin. Coincidently at the same time as Gavril. As they approached their cabin, she found herself talking about her morning. She felt like she was rambling, and she wasn't even sure if her brother cared, but it was just one of those things that you had to talk about, you know? "I don't know Gavril, it's just, who would do something like that, and for what reason? It's not like anyone came to the stables while we were working, so if anyone had wanted to see the results of what they did, they would have had to someone with duties there, in which case, they would have to deal with it, so why bother?" she finished with a sigh "As it is, I'm going to have to go up to the infirmary later to see how that poor kid who got kicked is doing, and I know the Poseidon kids are close to the horses and pegasi, so I'll probably have to hunt them down and warn them about what happened, you know?"
Gavril held open the door for her, and she shot her brother a thank-you smile, although the cry of a female voice that was quickly cut off startled it off her face. Throwing a glance around the room, she noted that everything seemed fine, that is, of course, until she saw Gavril's pillow in the corner, clearly not where it should have been. Her face paled, and striding forward quickly (although her pace increased as more , she quickly spun the ring that sat on her right index finger with her thumb, spinning the barrel of the old-fashioned revolver it became to make sure it was loaded. She her stance relaxed, letting the gun hang at her side as she walked around the giant statue of their father to where Oliver's bed was. When she saw what was going on (or at least what she assumed was going on) she bit her lip, her face immediately taking on a very disappointed expression. "Oliver….." she started slowly, her index finger tapping the side against the side of her gun, the fingernail against the metal making a clear sound, "I've been called by my friends to pull some really tawdry and drunk guys off of them from time to time, but i never expected this from you Oliver, of all people!"
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Dark Doe Alysse Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 5:32 pm
x - - illusion shade♕) ` ✤ I'VE BEEN AROUND↺ THE WORLD IN THE POURING RAIN
x - - illusionFeeling « out of place ⊰⊰ really feeling strange 《★◟
x - - illusion shaT●ake me to a place ☇✸ where they know my name❞
x - - illusion shade x -CAUSE I AIN'T MET NOBODY THAT LOOKS THE SAME
x - - illu「:: I'M A FISH ⇡OUT✦ OF WATER x - - ∥✤ LION OUT OF THE JUNGLE !!
“Or maybe you just want to sleep?” Oliver added, noticing how exhausted Althea seemed to be. She had been near asleep when they had entered the cabin, so he half-expected her not to even hear his spiel. If she fell asleep, Oliver could probably hunt down her twin brother and inform him where his sister was. No, Althea did not want to talk to Myron, but if he had a younger sister, he would probably be worried out of his mind for his sibling after the morning’s events. The least he could do was tell Myron about his sister’s condition and recount what had happened after Oliver and Althea had left the Athena cabin. While he was at it, he would have to warn Gavril and Catalina about Althea too. If they didn’t know any better, they would probably make a few false assumptions. Oliver almost chuckled at the possibilities.
However, his plans vanished in smoke when Althea suddenly cried out, sounding very much awake. It was more French – Oliver would really have to make a point of carrying around an English-to-French dictionary when he was around Althea—but the tone of the words was alarming enough for Oliver’s brows to furrow in concern. Instinctively, he bent closer towards her, searching for the source of her distress. “Althea, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice a reflection of his expression. Had he said something again? Did she not like soda, was that it? “Althea, I’m sorry if something I said offended you,” he apologized, not quite sure of what exactly he was apologizing for. She shied away from him and he instinctively followed her, although he kept a polite distance. Confusion lined his features. “Althea?”
Later on, Oliver would reflect everything pretty much went downhill from there.
The daughter of Athena cried out as the sheets of the bed slid beneath them, sending both demigods tumbling to the floor in a jumbled tangle of body parts and bed sheets. Oliver fell on top of her, using his palms to keep him from making actually contact with the body beneath him. He felt his cheeks grow warm as he stared down at her, not quite seeing Althea’s face. He tried to get another apology through his lips but his jaw refused to work, his brain still in the middle of processing the situation. There was a moment of slightly shocked silence before both demigods froze in place at the sound of a low chuckle and the rattle of a marble doorknob. It was probably his brother and sister returning from lunch. Because the situation needs to be so much worse than it already is, Oliver thought bitterly.
The son of Zeus turned his head to look back at Althea, who took a larger breath than one would need if they were going to speak in a normal voice. His eyes widened when she screamed the first letter and his hand had automatically clamped around her mouth after the completion of the second. He was a little angry that Althea would try to accuse him of rape—especially since she knew of the full extent of the circumstances—but the last thing he needed was for anyone to hear of it. Gossip spread like wildfire at Camp Half-Blood and by the time it reached everyone’s ears, he would be portrayed as a well-known rapist who preyed on young women in broad daylight as well as the dead of night. No, that was just him being nice to himself—it would be much, much worse. He begged with his eyes for her to be quiet. She struggled against him but he ignored her. Now his next concern was untangling himself and possibly redeeming himself from the mess of a situation that had been created.
He set to work, shifting his body this way and that as he worked with one hand to unwrap the blanket from around his body. He had succeeded in getting his left leg free but where he expected for his foot to meet the cool marble floor, it met the sheet held firm by Althea. His foot slid out from under him and this time he did succeed in actually falling on top of the daughter of Athena, who cried out in pain. Oliver would have cursed if the footsteps hadn’t begun to speed up towards them. Desperate, he gave freeing himself another try and yanked his left foot out from the knot of sheets, placing his other foot on what he could clearly see as solid floor. He rose to his feet quick as a bolt of lightning could strike and faced his siblings, who had just come from around the statue. He held up both hands defensively. “I swear, it’s not what it—“ CRASH! Oliver’s foot met a corner of the sheet still entangling Althea as he had tried to quickly stumble away from her and the result was him tripping and crashing on to the floor. Score another point to the Greek god or goddess of awkwardness and humiliation. He groaned softly, rubbing his side as he was already trying to sit upright. At least he was fortunate enough not to have fallen on top of Althea that time around.
Catalina was the first of Oliver’s siblings to comment and he felt his cheeks burn from shame. However, he quickly chastised himself—after all, he hadn’t done a single thing wrong. Well, at least thus far in the cabin. He scrambled to his feet a little clumsily, shaking his head to deny the unsaid accusation. “No, honestly, I wasn’t doing anything! She screamed, I tried to see what was wrong, and then we got caught up in the blankets and fell off the bed. C’mon Cat, Gav, you know I’m not that kind of person,” he pleaded, hoping that they would believe him. Public reputation aside, he would hate it if they thought him to be something he was not because of an accident, especially a rapist or a perverted drunkard. “Really, Althea can—Althea!” he cried, turning back to the daughter of Athena still lying tangled on the floor. He quickly went to work freeing her from her prison of bed sheets and laid her on the bed again. In his previous panic, he’d completely forgotten about what the tumble to the floor could have done to her injuries. “Are you hurt? Should I get Chiron?”
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 9:15 pm
   Gavril was usually an early riser. He didn't usually sleep well, and rarely overslept. He rubbed under his eyes as he headed out of his cabin just before the sun rose, heading to the dining pavilion and sitting at his table silently. He ate quietly in the peace before the campers would all be running around and hurried to the arena to work on some of his swordplay. He rarely used his actual sword to practice, considering he tried to take good care of it. He used one of the common swords of the Greek style, considering he always should know how to use more than one type of sword. He practiced until he had worked up a light sweat, his breath just slightly heightened. Other campers would be coming soon, and so he went into the higher seats of the arena, where he could just watch.
The morning allowed Gavril time to think, and he thought hard. He usually questioned things. For instance, why did Zeus bless Oliver and Cat, but not him? It wasn't that he was jealous - being blessed by Zeus made you more responsible for your leadership duties - because he never got jealous of those around him. He didn't like the feeling, and pushed it away. No, perhaps confusion was the better word. It wasn't like Oliver was better than him, really. They were pretty much equals, but Gavril sighed anyway. Since there were only three demigods in the cabin, he felt like the odd one out, even when he really wasn't pushed away from either of his siblings. He never let it show, but he was perhaps a little jealous. Not that it would change how he thought of anyone in his family! No, he cherished having people to turn to.
The demigod watched as many Ares campers set up dummies, just to destroy them for one reason or another. It was an interesting cycle, and the movements he was watching helped him to ease back into his thinking for quite a while.
The lunch horn sounded not too long after he dozed off. He rarely dozed, considering he viewed his mother every time he closed his eyes. He found himself not hungry for anything. He got up, ready to head back to his cabin for the duration of lunch and likely pull out a book to read. He liked reading old Greek books now, considering he knew what the words were saying. His eyes scanned back and forth, and he spotted Cat turning onto the path a little ahead, so he jogged for a moment to catch up. "Hey, Cat!" he greeted, any former jealousy or resentment gone by now. He liked hanging out with his sister and brother, after all. He found out that she was just heading to the cabin as well, and walked with her, listening to her morning. He whistled low when she described the prank that had been done, and the unfortunate circumstances where the camper had gotten kicked. He listened carefully, making sure he didn't forget anything as they walked the distance from this trail to the cabin at their own leisurely pace.
"Definitely. That's a horrible prank! The horses are here to help us out, and to do all of that to a creature that just loyally sticks by us when we need them..." Gavril sighed sadly, shaking his head as they ascended the few stairs onto the porch-like entry of the Zeus Cabin. He reached out, grabbing the door handle. "Yeah, I'll go with you and lend a helping hand. No fair just leaving a few people to it." He turned the handle, nodding at Cat and smiling back at her expression. He held the door fine until he heard a feminine cry, his smile falling. He quickly tugged the tab of his watch, following Cat in. He glanced around, following his sister with Excalibur in his hand. He held it in Gavril's direction before he recognized his brother, arching an eyebrow at first. He whistled low. "Wow...You are seriously forceful. The floor, Ollie?" He couldn't resist a bit of a grin at his brother when he saw the younger-by-three-days male's face light up.
"You know, everyone throws out that 'it's not what it looks like' speech, Ollie. It's not gonna convince me any." He listened to his brother's protests, and arched an eyebrow when he seemed to forget and then remember Althea. "Here, let's get her on one of the blankets to lift her without her moving. Cat, can you go get Chiron?" Gavril asked, already kneeling down to smooth out the sheet. "We can get her on the bed, since that's a lot better for her than the floor."
[[ Yeah, I'm a bit late to join in on this, but I've been busy with the guild. Sorry about that, guys! >.< ]]
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Bara the Mercenary Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 11:54 am
❝Althea shot Oliver a look from the ground, doing her best to hide her traces of pain—although there was nothing she could do about the rapid paling of her face. She pushed herself up into a sitting position, despite the protests she would probably face, and shot both men an agitated glare.
“Je peux quoi, Oliver?” she asked, her voice sharper than a thorn as she closed her eyes, facing a momentary wave of pain. After it had passed, she half pouted, flashing an accusing gaze at Oliver “Je n'ai pas crié, tu as réagi d'une façon excessive!” she retorted, although that was only half true. Feeling a little light headed Althea took a second to breath, pressing one hand against her head to calm to sudden debilitating throbbing. She was silent as Oliver’s brother, ‘Gav’, started throwing around orders. In fact, all of what he was saying was probably right, but that didn’t mean Althea had to like it. There was no way in hell she was going back to the infirmary, and there was no arguing with Chiron… which meant he just couldn’t get there in the first place.
Flashing a dangerous glare towards the younger girl, something Althea really would rather not do, Althea pushed herself up a little bit more.
"Si tu cherches l'homme-cheval et je vais te châtrer.” she threatened, before realizing that she was speaking in French, “Don’t you dare call Chiron.” she ordered, her voice dropping in both volume and pitch as her breathing hitched slightly, pain shooting through her again, “First and foremost that will only get the two of us in trouble, secondly I’m fine, I’ll handle myself.” she stated, backing a cross between a grunt and a gasp as she pushed her hands against her knees and struggled to a standing position, practically falling over.
She looked down at the bloody mess on the floor, not really caring about her lack of a shirt for a moment as she frowned, “Sorry about the mess.” she said slowly, a cool and calm expression falling across her pale face, “I’ll clean it up after I—” She stopped, her stomach tightening as she momentarily loathed the thought of going back to her cabin. “After I re-bandage myself.” she said firmly, going to take a step and practically falling over—barely catching herself against the post of the bed, which was thankfully in reach. Rebalancing herself she shot the Zeus camper a look which was a cross between extreme discomfort and irritation, “No offense, but I really don’t want or need your help.” she stated, retreating back into her previously cracked shell.
She turned an icy glare down on the older, blond Zeus camper, her expression borderline loathsome when he grabbed her arm. Without saying anything she ripped her arm out of his grip and pushed herself towards the wall, barely getting a meter before suddenly the air was pushed from her and there was an intensely painful and heavy weight pulling her towards the ground. Althea crashed against the floor with no chance to cushion her fall, tears springing to her eyes when pain nearly as bad as the original injury tore through her back from the pressure. Had she had breath in her at that moment she might have cried out quite loudly, but instead the pain overtook her senses and she blacked out for a moment.
When she came-to again, she was still on the floor and Oliver was obviously very flustered and was scolding his brother, who was trying to defend his actions with relatively solid logic. This left them both distracted with, whom Althea assumed to be Oliver’s sister, trying to break of the argument. Althea, doing her best to be as subtle as possible, began to drag her body towards the still open door. If she got to a certain point there was no chance of Oliver being able to stop her, or of Oliver’s brother trying to sit on her again. With that motivation in mind Althea half pushed herself to her feet half lunged herself towards the opening. The plan would have been perfect if not for Oliver, who suddenly noticed her attempted escape.
Pushing herself to her feet again, Althea sent the boy the deadliest glare she had ever managed to muster.
“Move it, Mr. Perry. Right. Now.” Althea growled in a low tone, more than ready to tackle him or injure herself further in order to get by. The Asian girl seemed more than dangerous, but at that point there was a bright flash from around her wrists and when it faded the two tonfas, bladed unlike her brother’s, glimmered in the flashing light of the cabin. She didn’t care if she was on their turf, if she wanted to go then she was leaving, and no pretty boy Zeus kid would be able to stop her. If the girl wanted to go ahead and shoot her then whatever—although from the angle that they were at Oliver could be hit if Althea made one off move.
{|| ໐นt ໐f chคrคcter .::. Althea Love heart ||}
{|| ໐นt ໐f eɲglish .::. "I will what, Oliver?" | "I did not scream, you just overreacted!" | "Call the horse-man and I will neuter you." ||}
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 5:29 pm
I SEARCHED ALONG THE CHANGING EDGE
tab tab WHERESKYPIERCEDNOWTHECLOUDHADBROKEN
tab I SAW NO BIRD, NO BLADE OF WING NO SONG WAS SPOKEN
Cat had smiled at Gavril's offer to help her with what still needed to be done. "Thanks Gavril I really appreciate if. If your really not too busy. Talking to the Poseidon kids will be a lot less awkward if I'm not alone. There are an awful lot of them." She had paused at the door to the cabin before going inside, "And I kind of want to stop by the stables before hand to see how the campers did. I suppose it's a little distrusting of me, but if I'm going to be breaking the bad news, I want to at least make sure the information I'm using to sooth it over is right, you know?"
At first, Catalina only narrowed her eyes at Oliver's response, noting that it was the default action that everyone gave, even drunks sometimes, which didn't make it once ounce of truth. Of course, there were times when it was the truth, and it really wasn't what it looked like, but more often than not the person was trying to shunt some blame away from themselves. Speaking of which, was Oliver drunk? Catalina had never known, well, either of her siblings to get drunk, and Catalina wasn't much for it herself - she was under aged after all, and after witnessing her friends drunk (of course she had been sworn to secrecy about the illegal alcohol first), she didn't get the feeling that it would be very fun. Of course, Oliver slipping and crashing into the wall didn't help Cat's observation. Neither did him clumsily rising to his feet. In fact, it only strengthened the idea that Oliver might be drunk.
She frowned, considering it. It was only noon. It struck her as an odd time to get drunk. Wasn't getting drunk something that was only saved for evenings and weekends? And then the thought wow, he must have been really desperate to get drunk this early. Wait, was Oliver even legally able to drink? No, he wasn't, he was 18! On one hand, she didn't want to say anything because that would make her seem overbearing an d a stick-in-the-mud as some of her friends often complained when she objected to their law-bending (or illegal) actions. Mind you, sometimes she questioned her friendship with them. Was it to be a 'stick-in-the-mud' until they gave up on the illegal stuff? She didn't think she was persuasive enough for that.
Zeus please say Oliver wasn't drunk. Cat would hate to have to carry around a breathalyzer or something in order to make sure her cabin was following the rules. Speaking of which "Oliver! Pretending for a moment that I didn't care for a moment whether it was or wasn't exactly what it looks like, you still know the rules about two campers of opposing genders being alone in a cabin together! And if you're drunk on top of that?" Oh shoot, did she say that last part out loud?
When she realized that the girl - Althea Oliver had called her - was injured, she quickly deactivated her gun, turning it back into a ring. She could always reactivate it on the fly if need be after all. Not like she was going to use it anyways, it had mostly been for intimidation purposes, the last thing should would have wanted would have been to get in a fight with one of her brothers and injure, or even kill them.
Cat listened as Althea protested in what sounded like French (or at least she assumed she was protesting to something, given her tone), and had been about to ask the girl if she spoke English when Althea finally switched to a language the other people in the room could understand. And this time it was obvious as to what she was protesting. Unfortunately for the girl, Cat didn't exactly agree with her protests. "You are obviously not fine!" she protested in return, "And if your really worried about getting in trouble, we can always….." she trailed off to a pause as her mind caught up to what her lips were about to say. She was quite for a moment as she debated, before she finally continued, this time in a rather quiet voice, "I mean, I suppose we could always lie, say we arrived at the cabin at the same time….?"
She frowned at Althea's insistence of not needing help. "I understand that you might not want our help, but needing it is a different matter entirely. You look kind of chewed up." she told her, walking over to the side of the room where her bed was and rifling through her stuff to see if she had any bandages, or anything that could be used as bandages, or even some ambrosia and nectar.
She heard a crash and turned around to see what was going on only to see Althea a little closer to the door of the cabin, and her brothers getting into an argument over what happened. Hurrying over, she stopped to see if Althea was alright, but not knowing first aid, or being an Apollo camper, all she could really do was make sure that she was still breathing and had a pulse.
Her brothers fighting though, hopefully she could do something about that. Staying crouched beside Althea, she looked up at them. From what she could gather, Althea had tried to leave and Gavril had tackled her to the group. Rising to her feet slowly, she bit her lip. Alright Cat, she thought, time to try and fulfill your role as cabin leader and be a mediator. Taking a deep breath, she strode over to her brothers, trying to get them to calm down.
It wasn't working any when she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. "Perhaps instead of arguing, it might be an idea to focus on the situation!" she pointed out, just as Althea rose to make a dash at the door, only to have it close on her thanks to Oliver.
She gulped when the girl pulled a pair of bladed weapons out of nowhere, obviously magic, and instinctively, she activated her own, although she didn't relish using it. Primarily because it was a gun and the last thing this injured camper needed was more injuries, mostly because she didn't want to fight with this girl. That and there was a chance of her hitting Oliver by accident. "Come on," she pleaded, "What are you going to do, stumble out the door and see how far you can make it before you collapse from blood-loss?"
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Dark Doe Alysse Vice Captain
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Bara the Mercenary Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 11:30 pm
Gavril hadn’t even managed to get the girl onto the sheet to lift her to the bed when all the trouble started. She was suddenly spouting in some other language – obviously some European language, and he figured it was French or Spanish from the way she rolled her ‘r’s. He could never tell the difference in the two languages. He tried to keep her down, but she pushed up against his hand, and he huffed softly as she glowered at Cat, ordering her not to get Chiron. “C’mon, dearie. We need to make sure you’ll be okay, and you’re already gettin’ through the bandages…” Gavril pointed out, knowing the bandages had to be changed. He could smell the iron tang of blood, a smell he’d become accustomed to with his own training regiment, not to mention the amount of work sparring put any demigod through. There were some pretty good swordsmen in camp, after all. Suddenly, she was trying to get up, and almost fell over, to which Gavril rose quickly and caught her against his arm so that she wouldn’t fall and aggravate her wounds further. “The mess is all the more reason we should get you to the infirmary,” Gavril expressed, his thick British accent blunt. He attempted to find a way to get her to sit down, but she was pushing away from him, claiming she would clean up the “mess” of blood after she…She trailed off, and he knew she had to be in pain. He could see the blood and smell the blood. And he was damn sure it was all Althea’s.
“We don’t have to get into the whole walking in on you two thing. We can easily say that all three of us helped you back, only to discover you were worse than we thought,” Gavril commented, though he really hated lying. The demigod couldn’t stand it, honestly. She couldn’t bandage herself, it was going to be too much movement. “I don’t know why you’re arguing against help so much,” the son of Zeus said in obvious exasperation. As she tried to walk away, he grabbed her arm; it was easiest to say that she needed to stay put and wait for help. When she yanked her arm out of his grasp, he sighed through his nose. It looked like force was needed, and as she tried to head out the door, he threw his body weight into a dash, tackling her. True, he could have hit harder, but she didn’t need a hard hit to topple her, and likely knock her out. He slammed his own head into the doorframe, but ignored that completely as he pushed himself onto his hands and knees, getting off of Althea and rubbing his head. Of course, by now, Oliver had obviously known what had happened to the girl, and he turned on Gavril, scolding him for tackling the girl.
“Look, mate, would you rather ‘ave ‘er run from the cabin? At least now we can get Chiron an’ get ‘er on a bed where she ain’t gonna hurt ‘erself!” Gavril argued, not wanting to have this argument right now, though it continued on for a few moments, Gavril making his way to his feet. Internally, Gavril felt quite a bit of annoyance to the fact that he was only trying to help – like always – and it always seemed like he did everything wrong. It was no wonder his father didn’t bless him, screw-up that he was. “Oi, if I’m so bad, jus’ send me outta ‘ere and deal with ‘er yourself!”
Then Cat stepped in, which Gavril was grateful for. She pointed out that Althea had come to and was on the way out the door again. This time, Oliver got in the way, and Gavril stood back. After all, he didn’t want to get in another argument. He was about to go get Chiron himself, leaving Cat and Oliver with the little hellcat. He really was not enjoying today. When Althea drew her weapon, Gavril felt obligated to activate Excalibur, like Cat had activated her weapon. He didn’t think he’d have to use Excalibur, it just helped him feel more comfortable in tense situations, odd as a guy in blue jeans and a button-up shirt looked with an ancient Arthurian sword.
[[ Ah-ha, finally got around to this. I wasn't sure how much I could get through here without Oliver's comments, so it was easier just to write a few arguments presented by Gavril. ]]
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