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[odusi]

Remewu Loves You

Akakallis

On patroll along the edge of the camp things seem quiet. Like many before you there was nothing that was out of the ordanary. The patrol was peacful and your turn was nearly up. Turning back to camp something catches your eye. Refelcting in the dense treeline your ceriousity gets the better of you as you walk closer to see what it is. Upon furhter examination she realize that it is a sheild and spear. A power is pulling you to take the weapon into your hand. Giving into the urge you pick up the light weapon feeling the power emit through your body. Wanting to tell others of your find you run back with ease and show all who was there the sheild and spear. Just when people were examining the find it disapears in your hands and a light above you shines resembling the spear and shield. Congrast you have been claimed by the god of war.  

[Katagonia]

Lyra Halliwell

Trying out for Aphrodite

(Before Camp Half-Blood)

Lyra huffed as she entered the small apartment, gloved hands rubbing together vigorously. She kicked the door shut behind her, before throwing her red messenger bag onto the little table next to the door. She turned around, pulling the chain across the door. Turning back around again, the girl threw her soaked umbrella in the corner, knocking the hood of her windbreaker off her head. She now headed towards the cramped kitchen – her father wasn’t home yet. She opened the fridge door, examining the nonexistent contents. Damn. She was going to have to go up to the shops. In the rain. Again. Slamming the door closed, she took the stairs up to her room two at a time. Upon entering the closet-like abode, she promptly sat down on the hard mattress, pulling her blue and white striped beanie off and inadvertently fluffing up her unfortunately now-curly red hair. She pulled a face at this.

After a few moments, she felt a vibration in her windbreaker. Lyra pulled her mobile phone out, examining the text message:

I’ll be late home again. Something at work came up. Order pizza? Xx

Lyra sighed, not bothering to reply to her father’s message. That was what usually happened – he couldn’t make it home until roughly two in the morning, and by that time, she would be asleep. Reaching over to her bedside cabinet, she opened a draw and pulled out her wallet, pawing through the contents of it. There was a lone twenty dollar note sitting there, crinkled and turned up at the corners. She shoved the wallet and her phone back into her windbreaker pocket, before pushing the cabinet drawer shut and heading downstairs again.

Once downstairs, Lyra glanced at herself in the mirror. Her hair was still poofed up, and she took the time to flatten it half-heartedly with her hands. Annoyed that the process wasn’t working – and that she might have to go out again with screwed up hair – she found herself walking upstairs again, pulling out her straighteners, plugging them into the bathroom plughole and waiting for them to heat up. When that was done, she set about dragging a brush through her hair, and then pressing the straighteners into her hair.

With her locks now feeling warm around her head, Lyra turned off the straighteners at the wall and went back down stairs. A good twenty minutes had passed, which annoyed her slightly. Anyway, she continued getting ready to go out again, grabbing her umbrella and placing the hood of her windbreaker back on again, tucking her hair under the hood of the windbreaker and pulling the chain off the door. To her less-than-intense surprise, Jonas, her friend, was standing there, hand raised as though about to knock. Lyra raised an eyebrow at him in silent question.

"Oh, Lyra, hi."

"Hi," Lyra responded dryly. "Can I help you?"

Jonas blinked, as though he didn’t quite comprehend the question he had been presented with. Lyra was about to repeat it, when he replied, "No, I’m fine. I was just coming to check on you. Everything okay?"

Lyra shot him a weird look. "Everything's fine. I was just heading out to the shops. Wanna come?"

Jonas nodded eagerly, stepping back so that Lyra could stop outside the apartment, pulling her key from her windbreaker pocket, sticking it in the lock. It took a few moments longer than usual to actually get the lock to work, because it seemed to be stuck, not to mention that the lock and key looked like they were a century old, with the gold paint chipping away, revealing the grey beneath. Well, that and the fact that her key was bent at an odd angle, which wasn’t too helpful. It was fine for opening doors, but closing them was the problem. With a final shove, the door was locked, and Lyra was off down the hall with Jonas in tow.  

[odusi]

Katara Katana

Lyra

Down by the camp lake you and many other campers, a good majority of the other campers by the lake were the children of aphrodite and the unclaimed children of the gods. Many of the others sat under the shade of a tree while you sat along with them. The sun gently reflected off of the water the air was calm and quiet. Something catches your eye, figuring that it was just your eyes playing tricks on your mind. But when something moved across the water you knew that something was out there. Standing you move to the water shore of the lake as the movement moved closer to you. The movement in the water as you find out is a sawan swimming closer to the shore. Unable to look away the swan stopps in the water and looks right at you before glancing up. Mimicking the bird you see a symbol of a dove above you. The other campers above stop and stare for they have been watching you. Congrats, you have been claimed by the godess of love.  

[little teapots]

He was happily asleep in his cabin. "Get up sleepyhead!" A familiar, annoying voice called so softly in his head that he barely heard it. He laid still in his bed, hoping that if he stayed still, whoever would just go away and let him sleep. Adrian heard heavy footsteps getting fainter and fainter which meant they had probably left. He was so wrong, they had other ideas. Instead there was the sound of curtains opening and bright rays of sunlight shone in. He groaned. "Stupid Hermes kids." he muttered, he just hated them all. "Watch out-" Before they could finish, Adrian sat up, still sleepy, forgot he was on the top bunk. And the ceiling happened to be very low. You know what that equals? "Ouch." He had hit his head. "Gee Adrian, you're such a moron. You've been waking up like this everyday for the past five years." With a curse, he jumped off of his bed then headed to the washroom to get ready for the rest of this terrible day, he could get them back some other time. If he had been sleeping on the bottom bunk, he would've literally rolled out of bed, land on the cold floor and then crawl down the cabin to the bathroom. That was a small example how lazy and energyless he could be in the morning.

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It was extremely gorgeous outside, which kind of annoyed him. It seemed like everything should be bright and cheerful. But he knew he could spend all day out here doing absolutely nothing. Well maybe some sleeping seeing that the Hermes kids were probably going to bother him. He yawned and realized how hungry he was. Time to hit mess hall for some breakfast. The only thing he really like about camp. The food.

[[ Hermes or Momus~ Hopefully this is long enough? ]]  

[odusi]

Parking Lot Trees

Adrian

Walking down the path from the camp lake many other unclaimed children ran past your yelling and laughing. The sun was high in the sky and the air was warm. Summer was here and the camp was filling quickly. YOu had only been in the camp for a few weeks but left and right kids were being claimed. Feeling left out you began to wonder if you would ever get claimed. Walking furhter down the path something stopped you in your tracks. Above you something reflected the light of the sun and began to dessend quickly. Taken back for a moment the item fell to the earth landing with a loud thud you could see that the item was a long staff. Polished and shined in the sun you walked closer to see that it wasnt just a staff. Wings shot out from the pole as snakes slithered down wrapping around the shaft. Congrats, you have been claimed by the messenger god.  

[Dreamy Mora]

Mora Byron Adelais
Poseidon's who I want.

Mora was still asleep at about 12 noon. It was a school day, but why would he even want to go there? Everybody hated him anyway. He heard the door open and his stepfather walked in, stumbling as usual.
"Hey, kid, shouldn't you be at school...?!!" He saw Mora sleeping on the couch; these two didn't exactly see eye-to-eye, to say the least. Mora looked away from him as he got out of his 'bed'. Not like he needed a mattress or anything, right?
"Sure, old man, why aren't you at work? Or did someone finally start paying you for drinking?! Sweet! Isn't that like your dream job, 'Dad'?" His voice was filled with sarcasm.
"You little spoiled brat!" His stepfather's voice filled up with rage, as a blood vessel could be seen forming on his forehead, clearly close to popping. "If I was sober, I'd beat you for that!" He said as he stole Mora's spot on the couch, turning on the T.V. "Oh, your mom said she'd be home late. That woman thinks her job's more important than entertaining me... What a shame..."
This made Mora mad; of course, the very sight of this guy kind of ticked him off. But he knew his mother would be disappointed if he got into a fight again, let alone a fight with the man she loved, for some reason or another. "You know what, I'm out..." He walked out the door, grabbing his bronze sword as he headed out the door. The sword was apparently left for him by his father.
"Ok, good! Don't come back either!" He heard his stepdad yell even after he'd slammed the door.
Mora went to the park and laid out on his favorite bench at the closest park. With all the other kids at school right now, there was a nice, relaxing silence. Mora hated being alone, but right now, he didn't exactly have a lot of choices.
BARK!
Mora heard something howl and bound toward him, but his eyes were still closed. He heard it growling right next to him and he turned his head toward it, opening his eyes slowly.
"Sorry boy, I don't have any food for-" He stopped talking as soon as he saw what was really there: It was some kind of doberman, doused completely in fire; He had a feeling he'd smelled smoke. He jumped up and ran in a random direction. But the beast was faster. It pounced him from behind, but he instinctively turned and slashed it with his sword, and it quickly fell to the ground with a whine, turning into golden dust. Mora was relieved, though very exhausted, but soon three more of its brothers showed up. He cursed in a language he didn't even recognize and fell back. He saw a shadow rush in front of him as he passed out.

He awoke on some kind of man-horse thing's back. He stretched and scanned it, thinking he was still dreaming. He panicked once he realized it was real, and jumped off.
"You are awake..." He said in a gentle tone.
Mora rubbed his eyes and backed away. "Back up! Who are you? And..." He looked into the distance seeing some kind of camp less than a football field away. "...And, where is this?"
The horse-man held out his arm. "Come along. I am a friend of Chiron's. This is Camp Half-blood. And to you, it is home..."
Mora looked at the camp once more, before sadly taking hold of the man's hand.  

[Avery Lace]

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Mora

The shadows have called and you have answered with your sword. It's about midnight when a hellhound wakes you from your sleep. It's constant barking drags you out into the cold of the night. You bring your sword with you because you have a strange feeling you'll need it. As soon as you step outside the hellhound disappears. Not many brave souls would stand against a hellhound. As you stand in your pajamas, your father's mark appears above you. You are a son of the Underworld. Congratulations, your father is Hades.  

[Avenging Eternity]

Apollo or Hades
Wandering the country Alone
Casey missed him so much, it was a lot harder to wander around alone. She wandered why these things were attacking her.
When she stopped to make camp for the night in an abandoned factory, she started crying. It just was so much harder withought her best friend, it was like losing her bow and trying to fight a hell hound.
When she was done eating, Casey, sat watching the shadows. One of them was moving strangely. She got up and went for her rapier, and charged toward the shadows.
A monster jumped out at her. Cutting and slashing with her weapon, Casey tried to get to her bow. running back, she picked it up and climbed a rusty ladder. From there she found a relatively stable platform and shot the thing enough so that it couldn't do her any harm, then she went down and killed it.  

[U n k n o w n Zodak]

Robin

All events are luck. . .

. . Unfortunately not all luck is good.

Robin paused on the thresh hold of her cabin. Taking gin the seen that lay before her of the common area. The Aries Kids were fighting with the Apollo kids over something stupid, or what was most likely stupid, and the satyrs were versing some camper over in the volley ball pit. " Yup a normal day at camp." Robin resumed walking, but had no particular place to go. She just let her feet carry her. She passed the volleyball game, the stable, and made her way down to the forge. She always could rely on the ring of hammer to fill the air whenever she passed by. It was sort of relaxing to her.
Moving on Robin found herself at the lake. It was mostly used for canoeing but she liked to chill by the docks sometimes. The docks reminded her of her home. Where she would sit by the lake at her house and just skip rocks or swim. Here at camp-Half Blood when she first found the lake she had fell asleep on the dock and ended up sleeping there all night only to wake up to the conch shell signaling breakfast the next morning. She had only done that twice since but it was now a game. If anyone caught her sleeping there they always had to push her off the docks and into the lake giving her a brutal wake up call. Smiling at the memory Robin leaned back her feet in the water and just let the sun bathe her in its warm light. ((I was trying for Poseidon of Hephaestus))  

[solanik]

◤LucSanzLanthier◥
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(First days of camp)
(Hephaestus or Hades)

Luc had just arrived at the camp late in the evening, many people weren't there for his arrival and that made things alot easier for him not having to answer all the questions of any of the people that would see him step onto the grounds.

not wanting to disturb anyone he proceeded to look around the grounds, "This place is huge" the thought sounded too loud in his head with how quiet the area was, he wanted to practice alittle maybe that would help with his anxiety of the morning. He reached into his bag of things pulling out the two Tonfa he has had since he could remember. he unsheathed them swinging them quickly a few simple techniques before resting the blades against his forearms walking more toward the training area, he knew this had to be it by the practice targets and overall look of the place he stretched alittle before proceeding to swing and cut into some of the wooden practice targets not deep enough to cause anything specifically damaging but it did indeed leave decent gashes.

after he had had enough of his training session he took a quick look at both of the blades he had. slight nicks and dullness could be seen in the area where he had been striking and the gripping to one of his tonfa was starting to loosen alittle more that Luc would have liked. "Looks like alittle pick me up for these babies is in order" he looked around hoping to find somewhere he could do some minor repairs, He wandered around the camp until he found it eventually.

Feeling like he had already taken to long trying to find the place he went straight to work on the weapons. Quickly but still quietly he took a few hammer blows to the blades strightening out the nicks and then roghed over the dullness of the blade with a course grindstone wheel, He used the foot pedal to work the wheel and keep it spinning as he adjusted his finger away from the stone so as not to grind of his nails or something. the blade sparked as he worked now, fluidly he continued to polish the blade and oil it correctly before resheathing it and sitting just outside the smithy content with himself, he had forgotten just how new he was to the camp.  

[Evelyn Kenndy]

Evelyn Jenny Kennedy

(Hades & Poseidon)

(Day before heading back to camp half-blood....)

Evelyn was walking in the forest outside of her mothers new home. It was night time but she didn't care she loved night more then day, just like how she loved being in water instead of land. She lifted her head up at the moon smiling letting the luminescent light hit her ivory skin. She remembered her mothers worried little face, it saddened her, her mother has always been like that since two years before she went to camp half-blood. She remembered her mothers smile that now is a depressing frown, her mothers sparkling eyes turn into visions of fear and sadness. “Did my father do this to her, or did I do this...” Evelyn lowered her head and closed her grey eyes. She looked up at the starry sky, “I didn't mean too if I did...” She shock her head and decided to head to the river.

When Evelyn got to the river she sat at the side of the river and put her feet in it feeling the relaxing cold water. She sighed with relief she wanted to enjoy her last day of being at home before having to go back, but she wanted to go back at the same time to find out the truth behind her real father. When they said her father was a god she thought they were joking, but after all the series of events that unfolding on her stay there she never questioned them and knew to trust them...well most of them. Evelyn stood up and toke one last look at the full moon.  

[Avery Lace]

Mayor Twihard

Casey

After the death of the strange shadow, a blinding light sprouted from your bow. You jump back in surprise and in fear. As the light grows and you back away, turning to run, the whole room is lit up and you feel less afraid. You smile, as a poem started to stream from your mouth. You have been claimed by Apollo, God of the sun, poetry and song.

U n k n o w n Zodak

Robin

You are a magnet to the forge. Your blood pulses with the desire to create and explore the mechanics of stuff. One day as you enter the forge, you lift a hammer and start to work on a commissioned blade that you were asked by one of the Hephaestus kids, because he was too busy fixing the Hermes' cart. As you slip the sword into the water, the sword began to flame. You don't scream, you smile and remove the sword from the water. The flames die. You have been claimed by Hephaestus god of metal work.

solanik

Luc

As you enjoy the newly sharpened weapon you have cleaned up. You realize the weapon nearly smiles at you in how shiny it is. You pay no attention and go back to the bench and set it down. You look around making sure that you had turned off the fire pits and you see you haven't. As you walk closer to it, the flames rise and the heat intensify. The sign of Hephaestus appears on the back of both of your hands. You have been claimed by the god of metal work.

Evelyn Kenndy

Evelyn

The moon gleams so brightly. The river stands at a still. You realize the winds has stopped and you look down at the river. The night seemed to get darker. Chills run up your spine, but you shake it off, and start to head back to where you want to go, but a tall lean shadow stops you and passes straight through you. The force pushes you to the ground and you are passed out for a few minutes before coming too. As the wind blows and the river continues, you look at the ground below you, You have been claimed by the Lord of the underworld himself. Hades.