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 Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 10:48 am
For Campers:
Date: Saturday, October 31; Halloween
Time: Thirty minutes after dinner; seven o' clock
Location: The dance will be held in the dining pavilion at seven.
Weather: The forecast for the night is warm (72 degrees Fahrenheit) with a clear sky. There is also a cool breeze heading southeast that was allowed in the camp borders.
Extra: The idea of a dance at camp was announced by the Aphrodite head during a meeting of the cabin counselors. After a week of thought, Chiron approved and allowed Dionysus' children to put it together, with some restrictions of course. The camp has been buzzing about it for the last three weeks as preparations were made. Now finally the big day has arrived. Live entertainment will be provided by son of Dionysus, Henri Nakamura, who will be taking song requests at his leisure. A satyr will serve as a DJ, using a laptop and speakers made by the Hephaestus campers to play music that changes according to the ears of the listener when Henri is not singing. Chiron will be chaperoning, so campers will see him there at some point. The dance ends at eleven o'clock sharp; if you do not leave within fifteen minutes, specially chosen campers have the right to use violence.
For Roleplayers:
Date: The thread is open from October 24 - 31.
Time: It starts whenever I bother sending an announcement on the twenty-fourth and ends whenever I bother closing it on the thirty-first.
Location: Your computer; this thread.
Weather: If I knew what weather you're having, I would be officially stalking you.
Extra: Nothing more for now I think.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 12:56 pm
 Throughout the event, we will be determining prizes for little contests and the like. Some will require you all to vote, some will just be between the captains in deciding.
Prom King / Queen
Prom King and Queen is oriented from the votes given by the role players of the guild. Without voting for your own couple, you will vote for the couple you like most. Couples are those who come to the dance as friends, siblings, or as actual dates. For example, Annabeth and Percy, Grover and Percy, Tyson and Percy, etc. The reward is your own choice of an item from the Cash Shop. I mean ANY item (excluding bundles). It could be Case of Pietro, Custom Cut, Sante Ciel, whatever you want that's in the cash shop. The poll will be opened in an OOC thread on November 1, and closed on November 7 to give one week of voting.
Runner-Ups: The Runner-Up Couple will receive the October Monthly Collectible. Each of the guild members will receive one, unopened, so that they have their choice of which one they would like.
Couples:
Nero and Scathatch
Grey and Anastasia
Let me know if I've missed a valid couple.
Most Literate
Whoever makes the post with the highest word count will be given the prize of Ravenwood Manor. However, the post must be PRODUCTIVE. It's not going to be counted if you use three paragraphs to describe the clouds. That is ludicrous. I will only accept and count legit posts where you mingle, hang, survey what the punch tastes like, etc.
Runner-Up: The Runner-Up will be receiving a 2nd Gen Custom Cut. All rules apply to the Runner-Up as to the first prize.
Current Standings:
xX_Shining_Stars_Xx - Hera (1,622 Words)
iUberUber l33t - Zeus (1,465 Words)
Most Active
Whoever has the highest (in-character) post count will be receiving a 2nd Gen Sainte Ciel. The item is unopened, and thus, you can have your choice of Agape or Eros. However, the posts must be LITERATE. Not a three-sentence thing going "Hi, how are you? I'm going over here," she said. She went to get punch for her friend. Uhm, no. That won't win you anything.
Runner-Up: The Runner-Up will be receiving a 2nd Gen Custom Cut. All rules apply to the Runner-Up as to the first prize.
Current Standings:
Dark Doe Alysse - Twelve Posts
Bara the Mercenary - Nine Posts
The Character of Bad-Assery
This is another voting contest, but this one is for the gods. If you play a god, get ready to get hip with the young people! The guild members will vote on their favorite god. Whoever wins this one gets their choice of Le Carousel or an unopened Astra Metamorphosis.
Runner-Up: Whatever isn't picked by the first place is what you'll be getting. Whatever god winds up second will receive the discarded pick of the first prize winner.
Candidates:
Athena
Apollo
Zeus
Aphrodite
Ares
Hera
That said, GOOD LUCK! If you have any suggestions of prizes (items or positions), please send me a message! I will be sure to think it over and discuss it with the one in charge of the event.
 Prom King and QueeniUberUber l33t and JJmonkeychic - Nero and Scathatch (6 Votes) Prize: ANYTHING FROM THE CASH SHOP (bundles excluded)MY rusty h a l o and Dark Doe Alysse - Grey and Anastasia (5 Votes) Prize: October 2011 Monthly CollectibleMost LiteratexX_Shining_Stars_Xx - Hera (1,622 Words) Prize: Ravenwood ManoriUberUber l33t - Zeus (1,465 Words) Prize: Custom Cut (2nd Gen)Most ActiveDark Doe Alysse - 12 Posts Prize: Sante Ciel (2nd Gen)Bara the Mercenary - 9 Posts Prize: Custom Cut (2nd Gen)The Character of Bad-AsseryxX_Shining_Stars_Xx - Hera (5 Votes) Prize: CHOICE: Le Carousel (1st Gen) or Astra MetamorphosisiUberUber l33t - Zeus (4 Votes) Prize: Whatever Isn't TakenSURPRISE GIFTxX_Shining_Stars_Xx wins ANYTHING FROM THE CASH SHOP (bundles included) for going through the trouble of organizing this! THIS CONCLUDES OUR FIRST EVENT! HOPE YOU HAD FUN!
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Bara the Mercenary Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 2:18 pm
Nathaniel Felsic - Son of POSEIDON
Lucky Grace - Daughter of HERMES
Amadeus Hawthorne II - Son of ATHENA
NATHANIELFELSIC
♫x”And one, two, three, four, twirl,” Nathaniel coached breezily as he twirled a raven-haired female across the floor of his cabin. The late afternoon sun gleamed through the open windows, the gentle gurgling of the creak providing a lulling background noise for the two. He twirled the girl lightly outward before bringing her back into his arms just as gently, she not showing nearly as much grace as the redhead managed to always have about him. Nevertheless, she glanced up at him with an accomplished smile, apparently happy with how the lesson on ballroom dancing had gone. Her features were prominent enough so that they could have been chiseled out of rock, midnight black hair layered in soft waves going past her shoulders, her eyes a gleaming sapphire blue with the barest hints of stormy gray that day. “Ah, well, might not have been as good as you were, but I guess it will do for now.” She skipped bouncily from his grip and plopped down on the bed, fingering a golden locket upon her throat. “So Red, changed your mind yet about the dance?” Her elder cousin smiled with amusement, shaking his head once. “You did quite alright, Evaline. And no I do not; I plan on taking advantage of the lack of campers at the amphitheater tonight,” he answered, strolling over to his nightstand and picking up a bottle of iced tea, slowly twisting the cap. She simply rolled her eyes in response, an action he’d missed so dearly for so long. He smiled genuinely as he sipped his drink. “You’re such an antisocial Nathan. C’mon, it’ll be fun! You might actually find a girlfriend!” Nathaniel choked on the cold liquid at the g-word, massaging his neck after he’d stopped hacking. “I’m perfectly happy single, thank you very much Evaline.” “Don’t call me Evaline!” she protested, pouting slightly. Nathaniel recapped the bottle but did not reply, checking the black Rolex on his wrist, a gift from Lucky a month previously. “If you wish to make it to the dance on time, I suggest you leave to get ready.” That was when she began to grin deviously, glancing at the sunset marking the dusk of the thirty-first of October. “Oh, I will, but not without you coming with me.” The redhead raised an eyebrow, fingers running through his mass of hair that never seemed to find the time to be combed. “Is that a threat?” he asked, not in the least bit worried, as he should have been. Why would his cousin harm him? After all, they were close friends in addition to relatives and he knew she still felt guilt about causing him grief oh so long ago. The girl ignored him, twirling a strand of hair on her index finger as she glanced craftily at the door, the sounds of thundering footsteps following quickly afterwards. Nathaniel froze before his eyes widened, and as the door to the cabin was flung open, he made a mad dash for the back door.
LUCKYGRACE
ღxLucky tackled Nathaniel as he ran for the back door, jabbing him in the solar plexus just as he sprinted past her. The boy immediately fell in an unconscious heap to the floor as the girl stood up, brushing her hands off. “Never should have taught me that, cuz,” she scolded him with a grin as a burly Hephaestus camper walked in, glancing around until he spotted the daughter of Hermes. “Where did you want me to take him again?” George asked her gruffly, throwing Nathaniel over one shoulder as easily as if he were a doll. Lucky would have answered had not a perky blonde peeked in, Barbie doll blue eyes surveying the son of Poseidon with a wrinkled nose. “My cabin. Ooo, this one will take a bit of work! But I’ll have him ready and awake for you before you leave for the dance,” the daughter of Aphrodite called over her shoulder as she left the cabin, high heels clicking noisily as the other camper followed her out. Lucky gave a cry of, “Thanks!” loud enough so that they could hear before twirling on her heel and marching back to the bed her elder cousin had claimed as his own. She grabbed the bag she’d hid underneath it when the redhead had been distracted, opening it quickly to be sure her dress hadn’t wrinkled in the past hour. To her relief, it hadn’t; she particularly adored this one, as it went past her knees in a flowy sort of way that would make twirling across the dance floor all the more enjoyable and brought out the brilliant shade of blue in her eyes as well as the darker gray. It was strapless, which had made Nathaniel frown when she’d gone to show it to him a week earlier, while the belt showed off her tiny waist. Although she would have preferred to go in jeans and a T-shirt, even she had to admit it was fun dressing up every now and then. After a moment of indecision, she decided to change in the Poseidon cabin that time, as her own would probably be too crowded as it was. Quickly, she skipped into the bathroom, slipping on the dress and tying the belt as tight as it would go without causing herself to stop breathing. She tugged on a matching bracelet made with sterling silver on her wrist, admiring its glimmer as the sky grew darker. After a dab of lip color and brushing through her hair, Lucky decided she was ready to leave. She stuffed her clothes back in the bag she had originally come to the cabin with, leaving it on Nathaniel’s bed as she slipped on her pair of black flats before scurrying out the door. Wonder how Alison is doing with Red? She wondered, for once worrying about what kind of makeover her relative would be given against his own will, which she had foolishly not though of when she had been sweet talking the girl a few days ago. Lucky considered the thought for a moment before her footsteps picked up speed and she was running as if her life depended on it, which it kind of would if the son of Poseidon woke up to a look he did not approve of in the least.
AMADEUSHAWTHORNE II
♚xAmadeus took a moment to straighten his tie in the full-length mirror the girls had momentarily abandoned when he’d stepped towards it. It was a bit difficult being Athena’s one and only son, seeing as he had to constantly be surrounded by her daughters, something he would rather not have done on the night of an event such as a semi-formal. They flitted about, giggling and obsessing rather loudly over their outfits and makeup. He shook his head once before glancing back at his image in the mirror, the selected suit leaning more towards the border of fashionable than he preferred; black as midnight with a silk tie a deep indigo. The Irish teenager sighed once, rubbing the onyx ring on his middle finger once with his thumb before stepping away, the mirror swarmed immediately again by his half-sisters. He made his way across the crowded room to the door, checking the pockets of his suit for his phone and customized earpiece, among other things. Campers were walking towards the Dining Pavilion where the semi formal was being held, thrown by Dionysus’ children, the females walking in the fastest way possible so as not trip in their heels, the males chatting amiably and attempting to take casual looks at the girls. Amadeus paid no attention as he slipped out the earpiece from his pocket, adjusting it in his ear so it remained unnoticeable. He tapped it for a moment before he heard Gregorovich’s gruff voice streaming out in high quality, the voice of his loyal manservant whom was still in Ireland. Next, as he separated himself form the growing crowd took out his phone, quickly switching on one of the programs. Images flashed up on the screen so that the boy genius could now see his bodyguard’s surroundings from the point of view of the breast pocket of his suit jacket. Content, Amadeus focused in on the voice of the Eurasian man. “Amadeus, if I don’t hear that you went to that dance at camp, I will leave the plan unfinished as is,” he threatened in a low mutter, the sound of a chopping knife interlacing his words. The son of Athena chuckled softly, replying in a mocking tone, “No need to worry my friend. I just live to associate with lower class civilians.” The sound of the knife stopped abruptly as the manservant replied with a stern voice. “But that’s not it, sir. It’s all about communication.” Amadeus tutted, more than a little appalled at Gregorovich’s accusation at his not being able to communicate, of all things. “I’m positive when I say that I have the most extensive vocabulary of any teenager my age, so pardon me if I find your claims foolish.” Gregorovich sighed with irritation, his patience waning. “Not that kind of communication! I meant-“ He cut off his own sentence as he heard the approach of soft footsteps and murmured curtly, “Your father’s coming. Check back in a few minutes.” The line went dead. The raven-haired individual chuckled, slipping the phone back in his pocket as he strolled into the well-lit dining pavilion, thoughts drifting all the way to his home an ocean and a few countries away.
OLIVERPERRY
↯xOliver stuffed his hands in the pockets of a simple back suit jacket over a white dress shirt, topped off with the nicest pair of jeans he could find, smiling in a disgruntled sort of way as the satyr beside him chattered away excitedly. “I really think Crystal’s the one Oliver! Three weeks and you’ve visited almost every other day and not a peep from her! This could be the beginning of something new!” Oliver glanced down, smiling genuinely this time. “I’m glad to hear it man. But I think you should wait a little longer before you go deciding that, eh?” Thomas nodded, having already known this, but his expression quickly turned to one of great excitement. “Hey, maybe you’ll find someone today too!” Oliver actually laughed at this comment, his loafered feet padding softly across the grass as campers walked by at a steady pace. He wiped an imaginary tear form his eye as his friend frowned at him, hurt. The brunette waved it away, explaining, “Thomas, it’s just a dance! Nothing big, seeing as I’ve been to quite a few already. I just came because I had nothing else to do today.” The satyr frowned at him but he was quickly smiling again as he saw a tree nymph glancing shyly around a pillar at him and wave five delicate fingers. “Ah, gotta go!” Thomas told his friend as he trotted over to his girlfriend, Oliver shaking his head but still smiling at his friend’s cheerfulness as he walked into the pavilion, the sound of fast music playing to his ears. He glanced around to see the place decorated appropriately for the occasion, the tables and chairs gone for the evening. Real spider webs with actual tarantulas hung at the tops of pillars, real bats hanging upside down from the ceiling while some flew through the air among the campers. Pumpkins lined the perimeter of the area, the faces generally nasty –looking as their insides were lit up with an eerie glow. He could hear the padded footsteps of monsters hidden by the dark as a skeleton waved at him as he clattered past, enchanted by Hecate’s children. The food on the table to the side made him squirm enough so that he didn’t look for much longer than a millisecond. A satyr that was playing the part of a DJ was navigating the keys on a sleek laptop with half confidence as music blared from speakers on either side of him. Apparently, the Apollo campers hadn’t wanted to provide live entertainment that night. His eyes appraised the Asian male singing “Young Forever” by The Ready Set, twirling females around and causing anger in their dates. Oliver smiled lightly, shaking his head with amusement as he prowled the pavilion’s perimeter shyly, eyes darting from face to face for anyone he knew.
HENRINAKAMURA
☯xHenri winked at the girl’s boyfriend as he twirled her across the floor, singing the words to “Forever Young” as he made his way loftily across the floor, his cream-colored suit certainly a stand out. As it so happened, seeing as the Apollo campers refused to provide entertainment, he had been requested to offer his musical talents to make the dance flourish. The lazy bums, he thought bitterly as he ran his fingers through another girl’s auburn hair as she giggled, a fake grin upon his lips, the music provided by the satyr a lulling background noise. Perhaps the Japanese teenager would have been more willing to participate as asked if the dance itself hadn’t had as many restrictions as it did. Chiron had made sure to draw up the longest list of what not to do; no alcohol (this had caused a gasp from Henri that was utterly all too real), no having a maze filled with bloodthirsty monsters (Chiron had said he didn’t want any deaths to occur on such a festive occasion), and absolutely nothing that filed in the “inappropriate” column (which happened to be quite a bit). Therefore, the dance had really just turned out as a mortal dance of sorts with a few twists here and there, which had caused a tear on Henri’s part. Done with the song, he made his way over to the buffet table, doing his best not to turn his nose up at the food. The golden goblets were there, which would fill with whatever anyone desired to drink, or they could drink punch from a small serving fountain filled with punch that looked sickeningly like blood. He tried to avoid looking at the rest of the food as he took a goblet and filled it with Pepsi, strolling off to the side; oh sure, whatever the Harpies had cooked up smelled good enough, but some of the things seemed all too real for his liking. Now that he’d stopped singing, the music had started to suit the listener’s mood, and so now the son of Dionysus tapped his foot in time with Japanese pop music, blue-black eyes drifting over the growing crowd as he searched for someone he recognized.
o.o.c. ; ;
★xFirst post. x)
Anyways. I didn't want you guys to have to read a novel, so my posts are going to be a meaty paragraph per character for this thread. Maybe more, depending on the amount of replies I get.
On to dancing skills! Nathaniel and Amadeus are like, epicly amazing at ballroom dancing. Lucky and Henri are good with all types of dancing. And Oliver has two left feet, so DANCE WITH AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Anyways, anyone can jump in wherever they like. ^^
Oliver Hazard Perry - Son of ZEUS
Henri Nakamura - Son of DIONYSUS
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 3:27 pm
  Marie Lesli - Daughter of Apollo
Paris Lee-Anne - Daughter of Hephaestus The four girls got ready for the Halloween dance. For Paris, this was her first dance ever. The homecoming for her high school up in Alaska was just a short week from the day she was sent here, but then life happened, and for Aster, well, she thought that she left these things in the past after her Junior prom. No she didn't go to anything in her senior year mainly because she couldn't. She broke her leg on the day for her senior prom and just couldn't for anything else.
The first to get out of the door of their cabin was Valentina with one of her sisters. She was dressed rather casually for this event. With a short, blue dress that had those plastic gems on them with black skinny jeans and blue heels that matched the shirt... Or at least she hoped. Tina couldn't see blues very well, but that same sister that walked her out said that they matched so she when with what she said. Valentina wasn't that existed about this, partly because there was still hot pink in her hair and that did not mix with the calm blue of her dress and shoes. But the main reason was because she never really was that into social events. Yeah she would go, but she really wouldn't enjoy herself too much. Weather that because she just wasn't that type of person or if she was just a downer she had no idea.
The next was Paris. She left alone with a skip in her step and a smile on her face. This qwerky fourteen year old was determined to have the time of her life and she was gonna damn well do so. Paris was wearing a dress that matched her taste quite well, an aqua, hot pink, and black strapless cocktail dress with converse of the same color pink. Simple, but still looked good. Paris could of gone more extravagant, but this is all she could find.
Meanwhile in the Apollo cabin, Marie Lesli was trying to zip the back of her dress. She looks sexy, lemme tell you that. She had on three inch black high heels, a black necklace that was in a mess of black beads that was supposed to simulate a spiders web, and a black dress with purple stripes along the torso. Her dress fit her like a glove once she got it zipped. Tight but not too tight, short but not too short, and it made her already sexy figure even more so. She had her prefect blonde hair parted slightly off to the side, Hollywood curls, dark pink lipstick, and a thin line of eyeliner below her eyes. Getting decked out like this was something she was used to, not something she did often, but she did like it when she did.
While all the teenagers were getting all prepped and pretty, Aster was in the big house kitchen breast feeding Winter like she did at night. Aster originally planed for Winter to be off the breast milk about a week ago, but apparently this camp didn't have anything for her to eat other than strawberries and what fruit they had. So, she was forced to feed Winter this way. Aster was already for the formal. She had her father ship out her prom dress from her junior year, actually her entire outfit from prom, and had her bleach blonde wavy hair done up with a clear banana clip. And around her neck, another family heirloom, a necklace. Made out of silver, faded blue, pink, and white sapphires, and a bit of glass. Once this necklace really shone, but now the silver was scratched and spotted with little dark spots and the stones had a few scratches. But her grandmother, the one she got it from, even admitted to not treating this necklace right in her youth. Aster fixed her top when Winter was done and sat her down on the floor so she could get her crib together. Aster may be young, but being a mom was the most fun ever. Yes it was backbreaking occasionally, but Winter is a ball of sunshine.
While Aster thought about Winter, her thoughts drifted to her father. Like every demigod mother that knew it, she wanted to know who. Who was the thousand year old deity that gave her a baby? And the question that haunted her nightmares since learning that Kenny was a god; did he have any other children? Was he a god like Apollo and have to many to count? Or like Eros and barely have any? Yes, a woman, Hera for example, who strongly dislikes her husbands illegitimate children are who the demigods and a few gods hate dearly, but you have to view it from their eyes. How would you like it if you met someone in you last year of high school, get a scholarship to a fine arts collage, only to find out that your pregnant and have to give up your scholarship. But it's okay because your child's father was on a basketball scholarship and was going to be a doctor. Then you think that your baby will do great when her father's a doctor. Then the day before your were going to tell him, he fakes his death. Your heart is broken. You cry of hours in the arms of your father that went through this same thing thinking, how am I gonna take care of this baby?
Then, your delivery day comes, or Christmas Eve in our case. You lie there in that cold delivery bed thinking, okay, I'm gonna look at that baby one time and give it to a family that will take care of her. Then that comes around and your heart melts. You pick up that tiny human in your arms and cry saying you can't ever give her up. A year later, reality splashes you in the face saying: "Oh! Winter's father, the first man you ever loved and broke your heart, yeah! He's alive! And not only that, but he won't ever die! Why, because he's a god! And so is the woman that left both you and your father!" And then you come to think that your not the only one that he's got pregnant and left. Then a spike of jealousy and hurt goes though your heart. You look at your baby, and think that it's all alright. You have your family and you will move on. Anyway you can't really blame Hera for her actions. She only does it because Zeus asks for it.
Aster picked up her baby, kissed her forehead, and laid her in her crib. She stayed their and looked at her baby girl for a few seconds, stroking her thumb through what little brown hair that was on her head and smiled lightly at her. "I love you, Winter." She told her baby and then finally walked out of the door.
All of the girls where off to the little formal. Expecting a good time. Question was, would they get it? It seems as though here there was no such thing as correct expectations.
[ [ Occ :: Second! I'll post their dresses sometime. There will be sooooo much reading in this, I can already tell. ] ] Valentina Jillian - Daughter of Ares
Aster Brooks - Daughter of Demeter
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Bioluminescent Sharpies Crew
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Bara the Mercenary Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 3:39 pm
 "ＭＵＲＤＥＲＥＲ ＳＡＶＩＯＲ"xxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxHis Little Whispersxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❤ LOVE ME. ❤ LOVE ME.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThat's all I ask forxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❤ LOVE ME. ❤ LOVE ME.xxxxxxxxhe battered his tiny fists to ✖✖ feel somethingxxxxxxxxxxxxxWONDERED WHAT IT'S LIKE TO TOUCH AND FEEL SOMETHINGxxxxMONSTERSimon sighed, sitting in his cabin. He had managed to smuggle in a computer in pieces from the quest, and with the help of a son of Hephaestus, it was back together, and he was currently in his desk chair, staring at his website. There wasn’t very much to add to it, and at the moment, he wanted to hide away from the “dance” going on. People didn’t particularly like him, what with the rumors going around. He knew he really didn’t have anyone to rely on, as much as he wanted to rely on his former quest mates. The fact of the matter was that he was too old, and the things he had done were too terrible. In truth, he still didn’t have a full recollection of what had happened when he was younger, and he barely wanted to think of it. His eyes found the screen, and he sighed internally, turning off the computer. He leaned back in the leather computer chair, crossing his legs at the ankles on the desk and folding his arms over his chest.
During the quest, he had met his father for the first time in years, seeing him as his true self and, at the same time, getting disowned and his back burst open. He closed his eyes, one hand finding his shoulder and squeezing where the scar must have been. He had his feeling back, his proper eyesight, and his proper senses in general. Everything that he had done was (for the most part) remembered, but he generally couldn’t truly call the image to focus. It was fuzzy, what had happened back then. Some things, he knew, were too traumatic for him to recall fully. The murders themselves? Yes, he remembered them clearly. His purpose behind them was entirely different. He wasn’t quite sure why he’d done anything to those who had once been close to his heart. However, the past was the past.
He heard a knock on the door, and opened it to find a satyr who told him the dance was beginning. He blinked, and nodded his head. Apparently, the satyr was making the rounds, because he trotted off to another cabin immediately. Either that, or he just didn’t want to be around Simon. The son of Thanatos wouldn’t doubt it.
Sighing, he looked to the altar, to the images of death woven into the walls. He didn’t want to see them; he’d done many of these scenes himself, and he didn’t want to relive it anymore. He sighed again, not taking in a breath for a few seconds to allow himself to feel the burn. He didn’t cry, he never cried. Not anymore, at least. His eyes burned as he remembered his young daughter, images dredged up from the past, and he shuddered, going into the bathroom and scrubbing at his hands and his face roughly. The blood on his hands, at this point in time, was metaphorical, but it bothered him anyway. He scrubbed until his fingers ached, until his hands and cheeks were red from how raw he’d rubbed the skin, then he dried himself. He shook his head and changed quickly, pulling on a black dress shirt and bright red waistcoat. He wouldn’t put anything else over his arms. Yes, it was chilly, but he needed the cold for the moment. If he ended up having to get something - a coat, or something else - he could simply go to retrieve something…later. He walked out of the cabin, looking almost like a bad mockery of a jazz musician. He wore a black dress shirt, the sleeves dark against the red vest, and black pin-striped pants. He supposed he could have worn his red dress shirt and a black vest, but that would have made too much sense. Consulting his pocket watch, he made a note of the time and determined not to stay longer than half an hour.
Generally, people couldn’t stand being near him for longer than a few seconds, and making the rounds would simply make everyone start new rumors. He didn’t need that.
Walking slowly across the grass to the pavilion, he stared down at the ground. He slipped his hands into his pockets, feeling the difference of his body’s warmth to the cool night. His eyes turned to the sky, and he noted the full moon. It was a beautiful night for a Halloween.
“Trick or treat,” he whispered to no one in particular.
He was very close to the dance, and he could see the lights. In fact, people could see him. So interested were people in their own dates and the excitement of the night that they didn’t even notice him, and he shifted nervously, standing on the edge of the dining pavilion where the tables had been moved for benches. All the way at the end was a completely empty table, and he sat on the far side of it, back to the party so he could simply see the glow on the grass. The decorations were overdone, but he expected nothing less of the children from the “party” cabin.
His left hand found the ring on his right, and he turned it, an anxious habit that he’d had since he had first gained the ring upon his grandfather’s death. He had been the head of the family for a long time now, and the title still didn’t sit properly to him. He frowned. The excitement around him only served to make him miserable. There was no one really for him to share the excitement with, and he was quite a social person. Perhaps it was cruel irony, or maybe even the curse of his father. He didn’t know, and he didn’t care.
“Evil never prospers.”
(( As far as posting goes, I’ll be off and on. I’m trying to get everyone done really really quick for you all! I'm doing each character separate. ))
ｓｏｎxx ｏｆ xxｔｈａｎａｔｏｓxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 5:19 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx➡So sacrifice✦ yourself:: && let me ┎have what's ☬left↫xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx「I know✸ that »I can find❞ the ☫fire in ➜your eyes】xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx░░ I'm going✤ all the ☆way↺ get away⊰ pleasexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx➽You take✧ the ❝breath right( out of me⇣⇣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx〖You left❖ a hole』 where my ❥heart should✸ be⇦xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx⊱You got✣ to 【fight۩ just to 彡make it 》throughxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx➨'cause ◆I will be the ✖death┋ of you↙⋰
Gavril Arthur Pendragon. A name that he had long adored for everything behind it. Gavril - the French name of Gabriel the archangel, which he loved having. His nickname that people around him would occasionally come up with, Gav, reminded him of Gavrouche from Les Miserables (his absolute favorite Broadway show, he might add). Then there was Arthur Pendragon, the name of his predecessor, King Arthur. He was always proud of his heritage, and strove to take after his great-something grandfather. He was chivalrous, kind, noble, and humble, as far as he could tell. However, this was the time that he also searched for a woman. Not any woman, but the right woman. He wanted to settle down, get married, have a family. (Okay, he admitted he was a little young for the family part, but he wasn’t too young to find the right girl!)
He sat in the Zeus cabin, tapping his heel on the wooden floor. It was causing a resounding, rapid tap. He was nervous, because he wasn’t often caught in places with a lot of people. He knew he should relish the chance to make new friends, but he was very afraid of being belittled. There were times that he would stick up for people and be undermined for it, or situations where he had done everything - everything right, yet he apparently had screwed up somewhere to get in trouble.
As soon as his siblings had left, he went through his clothes, happening upon a pair of black pants with silver pinstripes and a powder blue dress shirt. As soon as he had them on, he sighed, pulling on his loafers. A cream belt was a nice addition, sticking out fashionably. He still felt uncomfortable, even unbuttoning the cuffs and a few buttons at the neck. He searched through his bag, smiling as he found a black newsboy cap, which he settled over his shaggy hair securely. His shoulder-length blond hair came out in feathered layers, which happened often with his style. Looking in the mirror, he nodded to himself, pulling on the wristwatch that he went nowhere without - it turned into his trusty sword, Excalibur. He grinned to the mirror, managing to make the stone in his stomach a little lighter with the false expression of confidence. He swallowed hard, grabbing a crest from his bag, one that he kept with him at all times. It had been passed down in his family, male to male. His mother had been an only child, so she managed to get it, and she gave it to him. He put it around his neck. It was in the shape of a shield, and emblazoned on the silver in stark red was a dragon. It was paint, yes, and he’d recently gotten it refurbished. The tarnished silver was bright, shiny, and the dragon was a stark red contrast to the metal. He smiled at how it stood out against his outfit, the black cord long enough that he could tuck it under his collar and let it hang just below the first button that he had fastened. He slipped his hands into his pockets, leaning back and trying to seem casual, but he wasn’t the best at the casual act.
The British boy - man - took a deep breath, placing his hand on his abdomen. He sighed, looking at the statue in the center of the room, which seemed able to see everything. He slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of him. He bowed his head, taking a deep breath once more. “Father, give me strength to make it through this night…” He placed his hands on his knees and shoved himself up. Brushing off his pants, he managed a feeble smile, walking out of the cabin and across the grass. He knew there wouldn’t be many that he would recognize, but he hoped that some would approach him. He was never the type to start conversations when they were unwanted. Looking at all of the couples, there really wouldn’t be many that would want to talk to him.
His eyes cast across the large group of people of all kinds, campers of all types. He blinked at one girl who caught his attention for reasons unknown. He swallowed hard, looking around for any date she may have. She wore a dark grey dress, which made her eyes vibrant. They stood out to him, but she didn’t seem to be with anyone or particularly focused. Looking around one more time, he walked over to her and pulled on his most charming smile, though he was definitely nervous. He studied her from a few feet, making his way through the mini-crowd, and finally arriving. “Ah…Excuse me, miss, but I couldn’t help but notice how vibrant your eyes are when you wear that dress,” he offered sheepishly, and quite clumsily. He still couldn’t approach a woman.
Curse his inability to just grab a good pickup line…
(( In case you couldn’t pick it up, Gavril is hitting on LUCKY!!! Whoot! ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 6:05 pm
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Vincent sat in his cabin, idle and miserable. He’d watched his sister - half-sister whom he shunned as much as possible - leave already to the dance. He wouldn’t go. People were happy, and he would make people as miserable as he was. It was in his nature to do that, and most days, Vincent couldn’t separate himself from the darkness that Khaos supplied him with now. It would forever be his curse to bear, and then his family’s after him. The terms to which Khaos had surrendered left him bearing the darkness. Only the darkness. Khaos was now a benevolent, reformed god without his dark powers. In fact, all he did was create nice breezes for Camp Half-Blood and advise Vincent when he didn’t want to be advised. The son of Hades disliked the god, who was currently lying in the bed next to his. The god had been waiting for his attention to be drawn, but it hadn’t worked so far.
“Vincent, you should go out there and show everyone you’re okay. They’re worried,” Khaos advised finally.
“Since when are you my conscience?”
“Since you bore the curse of my darkness. It’s the least I could do. You know, Lucky will be there. And Catalina.”
The demigod didn’t have much of a reply to that. He held his knees to his chest tighter, and Khaos chuckled. Vincent ignored him. He was wearing a clean pair of skinny jeans and a grey tee. His skin was paler than ever, and he could almost be considered sickly. The god’s violet gaze was piercing, and caused a cold shudder to run down his spine. Khaos stood up, towering over the demigod. He snapped his fingers and a surge of wind surrounded Vincent, who yelped, suddenly aware of his clothing morphing. When the wind stopped, he was in formal attire with the scheme of black and violet.
His shirt was pure violet, a black vest over it and black slacks and loafers completing his black. However, his tie was a striped black and violet skinny tie with a silver tie-pin. He blinked down at his attire, then glared at the god. “I am not wearing your patron colors!”
“And what would you prefer to wear? This is a wonderful color on you. The better color might be gray, but that’s too drab. The violet makes your eyes look more blue. It looks better,” the god commented, surveying his fingernails for dirt underneath. Vincent groaned, rolling his eyes, though his hair covered one eye. He looked at his hand, clenching his fist as he saw the onyx ring, the one gift from his father he could remember. He sighed through his nose, sitting down again.
“I don’t want to go. What if…?”
“I’ll be right there to restrain you,” Khaos said. He wasn’t without his caring moments, and Vincent knew this was one; the rare chance to have fun at Camp Half-Blood and this one demigod had been about to give it all up. Vincent sighed, standing again. He looked at Khaos, then moved the make sure his shirt was tucked in. The black belt was unnoticeable against his black pants and his slightly shiny violet shirt was certainly eye-catching. He frowned a bit.
“Could we possibly make the tie all-black? Stripes don’t feel right…” He wanted to be presentable if he was there. Khaos grinned, and his tie was surrounded by wind, which when it dispersed, revealed a black tie tucked into the vest. Vincent turned to Khaos, then turned, holding out his arms. “How do I look?” he asked. Khaos nodded his approval, and Vincent went to look in a mirror. He sighed. “Guess this is as good as it gets. Just…don’t hang around me all night. I want to have a night with a few friends…Okay?”
“I’m only going to be within seeing distance. Should anything happen, I’ll intervene. Otherwise, the night’s all yours,” Khaos purred, smirking at the demigod, who nodded, offered a feeble smile that would disappear soon enough, and then rushed out the door.
The night air was cool and comfortable. The silver light of the moon highlighted the grass for him, and the warm glow of the lamps from the dining pavilion showed him the way. He breathed slowly, letting his lungs adjust to the cool air. This was the first time in a while that he had left his cabin, and it was for a party. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back and letting the moonlight fall on his face. A serene smile tilted his lips up. It felt…nice. One night to not worry about the darkness of Khaos. He bore the strain too often to be unappreciative. With hurrying footsteps, he found his way to the dance, and proceeded to search for anyone he might know. Aoi, Lucky, and Catalina would be lucky finds tonight…
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 6:49 pm
 ๓єl๏ภץ lคzєгєรςย คภ๔ รץ๔ภєץ คยรtгคlเครςคtђคςђ Ŧเคเภ คภ๔ รคɠє รкץtђเคภ((OOC: Woot Woot! Finally got this post out. I'v been neglecting homework for you guys. Anyways, click on each girl's face to see their outfit and feel free to harass any of them ^^
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 8:28 pm
 ☇ 「 People are strange ◞ when you're a stranger 」 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFACES LOOK UGLY WHEN YOU'RE ALONExxxxxxxxWOMEN... 「 seem wicked ( when you're unwanted ) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxs t r e e t s xxa r exx u n e v e n xxw h en xxy o u ' r e xxd o w n xxxxxxxxxxWhen you're strange faces come out of the rain When you're strange no one remembers your name Lee was a bit nervous about tonight. He hadn’t particularly wanted to go to the dance because he didn’t do so well around crowds unless he was on the stage. Not to mention that public dancers weren’t his forte. He liked to dance, yes, but those had choreography, and did not require a partner for everything. The group dances that everyone enjoyed for fun? They required a partner, and were usually made up on the spot. He couldn’t do that. He wasn’t anywhere near as good as his siblings. He sighed at the thought, tugging at his jacket. He was wearing a plain black shirt with his gold-and-black jacket, which was unzipped with his hood neatly behind him. Though his brother had told him he needed to wear something more formal, he really didn’t want to. It wasn’t cold, but it was cool enough that he’d be more comfortable like this. His black skinny jeans were new, so he felt they were good enough, and he wore boots that his jeans tucked into, fastening the belts silently as tight as they needed to be. He watched his siblings all get ready, his light hair way too light to be considered natural, even if it was. His hair looked like it was blond, and he was Korean. He always hated that…
The Korean boy, son of Apollo, stood up when everyone else went to the dance. Even his older full brother, Shu, had left already.
Lee sighed, looking in the mirror. He disliked doing his makeup when anyone was around, but he adored the style of Egyptian kohl as a way to highlight his eyes. He did a thin line of eyeliner above and below the eye, then a small line at the corner that simply went with the fold, working as an accent. He only did this when he was making a public appearance, and it embarrassed him to let anyone see him do it. He rolled his shoulders, placing a hand on his flat stomach. True, he didn’t have abs, but at least he didn’t have any sort of bulge for his stomach. He sighed. He was scrawny. He couldn’t fight, defend, or anything useful. The only thing he could do was sing and dance, and he couldn’t even make any of it up! That was the worst part of the insult to this one.
He couldn’t shoot a bow and arrow with such precise aim, the only child of Apollo with bad aim. The only one who could only take others’ things.
In a moment of reflection, he sat down on the bed. His brother hated him, he could sense it from the tense air, and he knew his brother was lying through his teeth every time he denied it. He wished he could believe it. It wouldn’t cause him so much trouble if he could just accept the lie, but there was no way of doing that. He sighed, ruffling his hair, which he had worked hard to get straight. It took him a bit of time to understand, but he knew why his elder brother hated him. Lee was the name everyone knew. Not Shu or Ji or Jonghyun, all of the names that his elder brother would go by. It was Lee, and that made his brother angry. Lee always tried to get everyone to back off, to leave him alone and put Shu in the spotlight, but it never worked like that, and it made Shu get the wrong idea that Lee pitied him. No, that wasn’t true. He didn’t like to be under the pressure of the limelight. He hated it! Of course, this would be bad for a performer, but he wouldn’t lie about this.
The dancer looked at the door, debating halfway on leaving the Camp under the cover of night when no one was there. No one would notice his absence for a few hours, really, so it wouldn’t be that big of a deal…but what would happen when something found him? The truth was that he was too scared to leave safety. He couldn’t fight, and that was the worst feeling when confronted by a monster. Hell Hounds that he had spotted in the audience were bad enough, but descriptions of other monsters he may encounter nearly made him faint from his fear.
“I’m such a ninny,” he whispered to the empty cabin, an admission that he had never wanted to let loose, but it had to be said, if only to make him feel better. He stood up and walked out the door, hands in his jacket pockets. His jacket was unzipped, but it was hard to tell the difference between jacket and shirt if you weren’t paying attention. The jacket sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, displaying some of the rubber bracelets on one arm. One read “I ❤ AWESOME,” another “DEFY GRAVITY,” and for sheer fun, “OM NOM NOM.” He wore a few others which were band names (SHINee being one of them). On his other arm, he had a black leather bracelet with bullets pieced into it, making it look like a spike-studded bracelet. He hadn’t quite figured out what it was, but he wouldn’t take it off for any reason. On the inside of the band, he had found that the symbol of a sun was emblazoned on the inside, and there was a feeling of warmth that came with it. He sighed, looking at the lights with a smile. He didn’t particularly like the moonlight, but he didn’t fear it either. It was another comfort, in a sense, as his aunt was there, but he didn’t fully trust that like he trusted the sun.
That in mind, he took off at a sprint toward the dance, trying to get his mind off everything and have some fun. He waved and greeted people he knew - not many, but he would greet them nonetheless - before taking a seat at one of the tables, looking at everyone with a grin. He liked watching people dance, because normally people were watching him.
It was a pleasant change.
(( Ah, finally. Sen’s getting to work on his posts, kids. We’ll see when he gets them done xD ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 9:59 pm
E R I K xxx ↪ N E R O ↩ xxx G O S S Exxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx〖ʏᴇᴀн〗 xxx↝ нeᴙe we ₲↻ Ƒɵᴙ ԏԋԑ Ԋ ᶙ ᶇ ᶁ ᶉ ᶓ ᶁ ҭ ӊ ↷ ϯ ι м ᴇ xxxxxxxђѧпᴅ ⇝ԍᴙᴇᴎᴀᴅᴇ ᴘιηs in ↾ ᴇ v e r y ⇃ ʃɪɴᴇ ⥽→xxxxx⤿ T H R O W × ’ᴇм⤻ ᵘᵖ && ᴌᴇᴛ s.o.m.e.t.h.i.n.g xxx ƧHƖNƎ ⇝⥁⥁⥁g o » i n ⤻ O.U.T of my Ӻ ᵘ ᶜ ᵏ ᶦ ᶰ ᶢ ⦕ M I N D ⦖xxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Nero groaned under his breath, his back aching terribly. Simply because he was a son of Hephaestus, did not mean he could carry a girder beam! In fact, he had almost demanded they get an Ares camper to do it. However, he and three others managed the feat, his back suffering. He was lying on his stomach on the bed, his automaton at the headboard. There wasn’t very long before the dance, and he wasn’t quite sure how he’d do at getting there. He had asked Scathatch to accompany him, and he knew he couldn’t back out of that. She would hate him evermore. He sighed heavily, pushing himself onto his hands and knees. Most of the Hephaestus kids had already started “primping,” which would take longer than it would with him…well, for the most part. He would be waiting for private time, as he was very shy about his scoliosis. Not so much shy as…ashamed. He didn’t want anyone to know. It was a weakness, and a demigod couldn’t have weakness. He turned his head to watch his cabin mates, only faintly curious. He was in too much pain to really think about them. He disliked thinking about their well-being over his. He was quite self-centered when it came down to it.
Even self-centered, he had a very low self-esteem. He was never quite sure what others thought of him, and it was the reason he hated to disappoint. It scared him terribly when he thought about it. If they didn’t approve of him, how could he approve of himself? The logic was horrid, and quite mixed, but he never saw it another way. And if no one approved of him, wasn’t it true that he would be alone for his life? He was a loner, indeed, but that didn’t take away the fear of never finding someone. Even he would need a friend in his later years. If not a mate.
The cabin was becoming clear, his siblings leaving, and he determined that another introspection could wait until later. He rose, his back cracking and popping painfully, and he grunted and groaned with the feeling, biting his tongue. He had his good days and his bad. This certainly was not the former. He sat at the edge of his bed, waiting for his back to calm before he rose to his feet. The raven remained still at his headboard, tilting its head at him. He looked at it, smiling a bit. He had installed an AI disk in it, giving it a sort of life all its own. In truth, he never expected it to stay with him. But they had formed a bond, and the raven had become a weapon and final defense of sorts. It would never be a problem to him.
The demigod pulled off his clothes, shivering at the sudden cold of the cabin against his bare skin. The forges kept it warm, but he also wore warm clothing, thick clothes to shield against the fires and the possibility of injury from shrapnel. He quickly pulled on a white shirt. It wasn’t dressy, but it did button up the front, and he buttoned it to all but the top button, letting his collarbone show freely. He then pulled on his grey slacks, tucking in the shirt. He used a black belt that matched quite nicely, then pulled on black trouser socks and loafers. It took him a moment’s debate between whether to use a black or grey trench coat. He finally decided on grey wool. It was warm, yet thin and efficient. Not to mention it was the exact color of his slacks. As one of his siblings came in to grab their bag, which they had forgotten, he straightened his jacket, making sure the seams were in all of the right places. After all, no use to let himself get sloppy. He ran a brush through his hair to get an “organized mess” on his scalp, dark against his pale skin. He smiled, thin lips tilting up. He looked over his shoulder at the abandoned cabin and the door. He sighed, looking at the raven, which soared over to him and landed on his shoulder, its talons grasping the epaulettes on the trench coat.
Content with his ensemble, Nero walked out of the cabin, back protesting. He wouldn’t show how bad his back hurt. No, he wanted a great night with Scathatch. Over the past few days, he had become quite close to her, and he wanted their friendship to continue.
Seeing that the party had already started, he sighed. He was late, a little, but thankfully, he had never quite given Scathatch a time that he would be meeting her. He was going to get her from her cabin, but if she wasn’t here, she was late as well. He would go look for her if she wasn’t here. He sighed through his nose, fishing his cigarettes from his pocket and lighting one. He took a long drag, standing on the outskirts of the dance for the time being. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for the vibrant orange-red hair of his companion. Finally, he looked to the raven on his shoulder. “Go get her,” he said smoothly. He was finishing his cigarette now, nearly to the filter, and as he finished it, he crushed the tip against his fingertips so it wouldn’t smolder. He discarded it in the grass somewhere, then grabbed a mint from his pocket. He crushed it between his teeth, letting his tongue spread it. Whenever he smoked, he did that as a courtesy. His breath would, otherwise, retain the smell of the smoke. As the mint dissolved, he noticed his creation descending in the crowd and he slipped into it, following his automaton familiar.
The son of Hephaestus finally spotted her, and the raven landed on her shoulder. Surprisingly, it retained its grip without sliding off or truly gripping her. Her clothing was safe, and so was her shoulder. He had long marveled at its abilities in the past, and that alone could no longer affect him. “Ah. There you are,” he said, slipping an arm around her shoulders to get her away from an Ares camper that he had noted was eying her. He would act as the boyfriend for the time being, if only to get a little peace with her. Even if they were just friends, he adored spending time with her.
The sensation was one he just didn’t understand. There was something about her and her understanding of space and boundaries. She didn’t press him from curiosity, and if she asked a question, it wasn’t for an ulterior motive, merely because she wanted to know. Not once had she asked him about his godly parent, as if she sensed that was a bad topic, and he knew that she had noticed some of the times that he tendered to his back problems. Again, she did not press him. It was so rare, and he was quite grateful that she was at Camp. However, he was unsure of what he saw her as yet. If she were to question him on it - which it didn’t seem like she would - he wouldn’t know what to say.
When the time came, he would start that conversation.
He managed to take her to the edge of the group, watching the Asian as he made boyfriends angry. Some of the boys would probably be cornering him later. He wasn’t entirely sure what people saw in Asians. He had talked to some guys before about Asian girls, and some girls about the other gender. He agreed that they looked young, some of the boys did look pretty, and some of the girls were cute, but he couldn’t find a physical attractiveness worth having with them. The demigod scoffed, arching an eyebrow at him and then shaking his head as he stopped singing. He had helped build the stereo speakers, and was quite happy to find them functioning as he heard Beethoven playing. He smirked, looking at Scathatch. He had thought up a new nickname for her, and as he got out of the crowd, finally, he said, “So, what do you hear from the speakers, Kitten?”
His mind processes had been thinking over something better than Scatty to call her. Scat was poop! Cat was in her name, so why not Kitten? It was affectionate, cute, and he was sure her reaction would be at least a little amusing…
⦅ OutOfCharm . : : . I had a lot of ideas, and I'm sorry about the nickname, JJ, but it popped into my head on the ride to Sammi's house~! ⦆
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 10:00 pm
☁ ƈձէձlﻨռձ թεթթεг ☁  I searched along the changing edge
where, sky-pierced now the cloud had broken.
I saw no bird, no blade of wing,
no song was spoken. Catalina grinned and twirled once as she looked in the mirror. She was still in her cabin, although she knew that one of her siblings had already left. A boy she believed. While any other girl might be thinking of dancing with him, she wasn't not really. The thought did cross her mind that it might be nice, after all, they were siblings, but there was really only one person she was really looking forward to seeing and dancing with. If he even showed up of course. "Who I am kidding! He probably won't even want to dance with me.." she said to herself, wondering if he even knew that she had a crush on him. Probably not.
Despite this, she still continued to prep herself, styling her hair in cascading curls and putting some make-up on. It was hard to think that all of a sudden she was caring so much about her appearance. And it had almost nothing to do with the fact that there were going to be people from the Aphrodite cabin there. She normally could care less about such things. On any normal day, she would wear whatever comfortable outfit she could find, even if it clashed, yet here she was, 'dolling herself up' and trying to look pretty. It was an odd thought for her.
To be honest, she was not going to win the prize for best dress. Her dress seemed to be hardly fancy, and looked more like a casual dress. It wasn't as though it mattered much though. In her opinion, it was just a Halloween dance. If the notice hadn't said that it was going to be more formal, she probably would have worn a costume. It wasn't as though it were a valentine's dance, and it wasn't as if she had a date anyways. Although hopefully her crush would clue in and ask her. Maybe if she waited in the cabin long enough he would come by? Probably not.
Sighing, she completed the last steps of her primping routine and twirled again, looking herself over in the mirror. Deciding that there wasn't much else to be done and that she should just head over to the dance, she ran out of the bathroom, stopping when she entered the main area of the cabin and walking respectfully past the statue of her dad. Once she reached the door, she put on her black, strappy heels and left, waving over her shoulder as she did so.
She began to walk towards where the dance was, wondering if she should stop by her crush's cabin on the way and see if he was coming. Deciding that it'd be too awkward, especially since he had at least one sibling who might still be in the cabin, she continued on her way to the dinning pavilion, the soft glow of lanterns lighting her way.
Finally arriving, she glanced around, searching for anyone she knew. She thought she spotted her half-brother talking to someone, but she wasn't quite ready to approach him quite yet. She couldn't see anyone just by glancing around, there were way to many people there! Not that she knew very many people anyways, except for Ace, Aoi, and Lucky, and perhaps a couple of others. Spotting someone sitting at a table, she decided that it was never too late to make a new friend. Running over, she smiled at the boy, who was most definitely of Asian decent, but as to which country, Cat was unsure. "Um hey!" she greeted him excitedly, if not a tad nervously, "My name's Catalina, but you can call me Cat. You don't mind if I sit here, right?"
I stood, my eyes turned upwards still
and drank the air and breathed the light.
Then, like an eagle upon the wind,
I climbed the sky, I made the flight. |{OOC: Yes, she is talking to Lee }|
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 7:05 am
 ❀ ∂αυgнтєя σƒ ∂ємєтєя ❀ Leena hummed happily to herself as she twirled in cheerful circles around the cabin. She was very excited that there was going to be a dance, simply because she loved parties and celebrations! The fact that it was Halloween was a plus, although it did mean that she wouldn't be able to go trick or treating. Ah well. It was so much better to be at camp with everyone! If she had wanted to go trick or treating, she would have stayed at home with her adoptive parents instead of heading back to camp.
It occurred to her that she was spending a lot more time than just her summers at camp lately, but she didn't really care. Camp was fun after all! And she could head back to school in November. All everyone at school knew was that she was staying with a cousin for a week to celebrate Halloween. In fact, she was contemplating just staying at camp year-round once she went into high school. Of course, it would depend on what her adoptive parents said. But now was not the time to think about that! There was a dance to get to!
Grinning, she ran into the bathroom to brush her hair out. She had no idea what to do with it, she wasn't an Aphrodite kid after all. But she had her dress on, a cute yellow one that fell to her knees. She absolutely loved it! Just looking at it kind of reminded her of the harvest festival, although peacocks did that more than anything these days. She wasn't wearing make-up, she preferred to go natural, and she wasn't sure she wanted to be old enough to wear make-up anyways.
Deciding that there wasn't much else she could do, it wasn't as though there was an Aphrodite kid, or any really really fashionable kid around that she could ask. Although it didn't matter in the end, did it? She liked what she looked like, and besides, it wasn't as though she had a date or anything. Sticking her tongue out teasingly at the thought, she ran to the door of the cabin and slipped her shoes on. Waving to her siblings, she smiled. "See you guys there if you're coming!" she called out as she hurried out the door.
As she began to walk away from the cabin, she made a split second decision and grabbed a few toadflax flowers, intertwining them into her hair. Happily, she continued on her way.
Soon enough, she arrived at the dance floor, and began looking around to see who was there. She saw Simon, but didn't approach him, he still made her nervous, although pretty much all of the others who had been on the quest to find her godly sister seemed to be fine with him. The thought crossing her mind, she spared a thought for her godly sister, wondering what her a Hades would be doing for Halloween. The thought of them dressing up and scaring small children occurred to her, and she giggled, although she didn't think that would be their thing. "I bet Hades would make a good Dred Pirate Roberts. she thought to herself with a wistful smile.
She glanced around, and spotted Oliver wandering around the side of the dance floor, also looking around. A huge grin flew to her face and she bolted towards him, jumping onto his back as soon as she was close enough to do so. "Oliver! Did you bring a daaate?" she inquired teasingly as she hugged her old friend.
What I'm feeling: Excited and cheerful
What I'm thinking: It's a dance! It's a dance!
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 7:50 am
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“I expect to see you there within half an hour,” he said before walking out the door. He was actually quite excited about tonight, and he didn’t want to be concerned with whether or not his brother showed up. That wasn’t his problem.
But, unfortunately, it was.
He hated to admit it, but he still had the protective mindset that he had been forced to adopt in his youth in regard to his brother, and as his boots thudded softly to the dance, he wouldn’t discard his brother. It wasn’t really his brother’s fault, it was just that he was so mad how everything was about him. There were times that he’d thought that his brother shouldn’t have been born, but that was far too cruel. His brother hadn’t done anything wrong, really. It was his mother. His real father. His father hadn’t even acknowledged him when he came back to his mother! That infuriated him more than anything.
In truth, he’d never spoken to his father. He didn’t particularly want to, either. He didn’t want to speak to any god if he could help it. All of them were neglectful of their children. Given, gods couldn’t live among mortals, but they could at least show up once in a while, say hi, let a child know who their parent was. He knew that a few kids here had that experience, more or less. It was virtually public knowledge that Simon Xander, a murderer, had known his father, god of death, growing up. Everyone believed that it was to be held accountable to Thanatos for his sudden “snap.” He had never personally talked to Simon, and honestly, he didn’t want to. Something about that man made him want to stay away. Very far away. As he noticed the tall man, who didn’t look like he could be any sort of threat, he decided to go to the other side of the dance floor.
Henri, a rather popular boy of Japanese descent, was flirting with all the girls. Well, so it seemed. There was a sort of annoyance he was portraying by moving on to every girl, but they didn’t pick it up. Being popular had its strenuous moments, and by the looks he was receiving from the boyfriends, he was probably going to get beat up soon enough. Shu leaned on the table where the speakers were. His mind was listening to K-pop, but he knew that it would be just him hearing the particular song. He was listening to Tired of Waiting, which was his new favorite. He started to sing along softly, knowing the words well enough, though he didn’t exactly look like he was singing to his potential, leaning on the table with his arms folded.
The song itself was intense, talking of a love that someone had to keep waiting on. It required movement, heartbreak, anger. None of which he was portraying. He also didn’t want to interrupt anyone else’s experience, so he continued singing softly to himself. Henri had stopped singing and dancing for the moment, though he was likely to start up soon enough at his own leisure. Shu was debating on grabbing Lee, but his eyes spotted him talking to a girl across the floor, so he didn’t say anything. He would have had Lee dance or sing with him, but it wasn’t worth it to interrupt.
At least he’d come to the dance.
Shu was in the odd mood to dance today, but he didn’t know anyone here, really, other than his siblings. It wasn’t one of his proudest moments. He hadn’t really bothered to network here like he had at school. In fact, he had let the thoughts of his true heritage completely throw him off his game. He stared at everyone, and they knew each other and were happy. He sighed, going over to the tables again, sitting somewhere between his brother and that murderer. He could listen to both conversations if he wished, but he sat with his legs spread in a casual way, elbows on his thighs and fingers picking at his other hand idly. He wasn’t sure what to do, really, staring at the floor with boredom.
Music was nice, but that was because of the speakers themselves. He’d heard something about the genius behind the speakers, taken from Olympus as the idea. He’d heard about the amazing science behind it, but he much preferred just to sit back and listen to it, or listen to half of the idiots here try karaoke. He didn’t particularly like hearing others sing, especially Americans. The fashion with the Americans at the moment was to make your voice go up high to the point of squeaking after every line. It was annoying.
The Korean dancer sighed, looking at everyone, having fun. That’s what he’d thought he was going to do, but he was too without friends. He looked at his brother, then got up and sat next to him. He didn’t say anything, just sat. He wouldn’t interrupt the conversation, he just needed to sit next to someone he knew. And wouldn’t you know it? His brother was the only one he could turn to.
Like always, it was all about Lee.
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