Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[tawneypelt0504]

Cassandra Peters|19|Hermes|Head Counselor|Demi-bisexual|Loc: Grassy area|Tags/Mentions:Delilah
Cass didn't know what to say to Delilah she felt sympathetic towards the girl. Cass bit her lip thinking about what she should do or say. "I know that you feel hurt and abandoned and believe me I know how that feels" Cass replied gently, thinking back to when her mother left her at a group home. Cass shook her head trying to ignore that particular part of her childhood before continuing "but you can't bring yourself down okay"Cass murmured gently."You live in a camp where people can make fire shoot out of their hands and create lightning out of thin air" Cass said with a shrug "We're all a little freaky, it's practically a requirement to be a demi-god" she added with a shrug and a small crooked smile. Cass thought for a moment thinking about what else she could do to comfort Delilah "Would it be okay if I gave you a hug" she asked slightly opening her arms albeit awkwardly since Cass wasn't the most openly affectionate person but the thought was still there.

Jack Morrison|18|Demeter|Pansexual|Loc:Outside of Demeter cabin|Tags/mentions: Open
Jack sat outside the Demeter cabin on the porch sitting crisscrossed with a dark blue ball of yarn in his lap and holding his crochet hook busily working on making a hat. His blue and brown eyes were narrowed in concentration as he worked, he would have preferred knitting but crocheting took less time and he wanted to help out those who hadn't been prepared for the sudden snow. Jack had spent many years at camp halfblood and seen many a weird thing but this by far was the weirdest. First there was the sudden snowfall, then the big house getting destroyed and now a quest. Things were shaping up to be a very interesting summer and Jack was determined to help out in any way that he could even if that was just making hats and scarfs.

[*Lovel*]

『❄❅』 Aydan Hunt『❅❄』

Son of Khione ☃ Cabin 22 ☃ 16 ☃ Heterosexual

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Tags: Ophelia and Celeste
Location: Armory

Aydan smiled when she agreed even though the question seemed to shock her. He watched for a bit as the girls interact for a bit until they seemed to be done with their conversation. "You can practice during our spar, it won't bother me." he told Celeste offering her a small smile. It would help his nerves if she was doing something other than watching them the whole time. "Are we ready to continue our tour?"He asked them shifting his weight before inching towards the door. He wanted to get to the Hecate cabin as soon as he could so he could pitch his idea to them.

▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀Emerson "Emmie" Grey ▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀

Daughter of Zeus ☂ Cabin 1 ☂ 16 ☂ Heterosexual

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Tags: Reese
Location: Cabin 1

Emerson grabbed her own spoon twirling it through her fingers lazily. She perked up at his question of entertainment "Watch this" she said with a wink as she snapped in the direction of the tv sending blue lightning it's way. The tv flickered to life "What do you like watching?" she asked him with a tilt of her head. "Personally I enjoy a good horror movie."she said as she watched Law and Order play on the tv. She enjoyed Law and Order but figured a movie would be better. She watched Reese as he was trying to open the ice cream.

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

Son of Hypnos ☼☽ Cabin 15 ☼☽ 17 ☼☽ Bisexual

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Tags: Aggy, Mira, and Teilo
Location: Stables

Ash heard Teilo walk up before he looked to him "They may have but probably went in one ear and out the other. Also it's not awful, it shows I'm cultured." Ash said while crossing his arms and fake pouting. When Mira asked if they were a couple a mischievous grin spread across his face. He looked to Teilo as he denied that they were an item and clenched his chest. "That hurts, it really does. Frist you make fun of the pet name I've given you then you deny our love? Honestly heartbreaking." He said dramatically. " I can put the buggers to sleep if anything but you don't want me up there." he said before making a face of disgust.

He stayed silent as Mirabelle asked about having a certain seat due to her motion sickness which reminded him of his own. He should have brought medicine to help him deal with this."Hey, I get motion sickness too. Would you happen to have anything that could help me?" he asked mostly looking to Mirabelle to help his case.

As a girl came over speaking of something called a bridle he took this as his queue to part from their little group too. He'd get the medicine later when everyone wasn't so flustered about the winged horses. He figured he may as well pick a companion now then call Mira over after her and the other girl were done talking. He walked by all the stalls and stopped in his place as his eyes met that of an all black pegasus. Ash walked over to it and placed a gentle hand on it's nose, the pegasus neighed softly nudging into Ash's hand. "Maybe not all of you are scary." he said smiling at the winged beast.

[indigo']

[✩] Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Woods|tags:

Auggie shivered in the cold, the stiff fabric of her denim jacket not doing much against the biting chill of the air. Her steps guided her back through the trees, not really thinking about where she was going, not really having a destination. She wasn’t sure what exactly she had just witnessed and she was even less sure why she was so shaken by it.

She’d let her guard down briefly, and now she knew that had been a mistake. But she’d always known that. Her mind wandered back to a conversation she’d had years ago, sitting in the small New York townhome that had become more familiar than her own house. She’d been in tears again, she seemed to do that a lot back then. She remembered Uncle Jack's face when she told him what she thought—that the universe was against her and that nobody would ever understand. A bit dramatic, but a suitable amount of angst for a kid at that age. And of course, just like everyone else, he had lied to her. Lied to her that everything would be okay and then just left her all alone to fend for herself.

She knew it wasn’t right to feel angry at him for that, but she did anyway. Without realizing it, her feet had guided her back to the tree that she’d beat up earlier that morning. The fretting dryad was nowhere to be seen, probably fearing the monster Auggie had blamed for the maiming. She wasn’t entirely wrong.

Her hand ran across the hilt of her sword, deciding it probably wasn’t a good idea to start cutting it up again, it would be harder to fool the dryad twice. Without really thinking about it, she climbed up into the tree and settled on a branch. She didn’t want to talk to anyone, but she didn’t bother using her shadow cover. She didn’t have the energy or focus for that right now, and no one would see her unless they actually looked up.

One of her knives was slipped out of its sheath, the weight familiar and comforting in her hand as she flipped it into the air. Now that she was out of the situation, in solitude once more, she thought she’d be able to clear her mind. But as she stared out through the cluster of trees towards the grey expanse of the lake, the exact opposite seemed to happen. The words of the conversation she’d overheard played over and over in her mind, the sensation of panic only growing, dragging her down into her thoughts.

Her hand slipped, the knife she’d been tossing cutting a clean gash across her hand and falling, landing on the ground with a thump, sticking straight up out of the dirt. She winced, eyeing the sudden blossom of red on her hand. She never slipped. The movement with her knives was pure muscle memory now, something she could do without any effort. She thought she never slipped.

She wiped the blood on her jeans, not hesitating to pull out her other knife and begin to flip that, ignoring the stinging pain in her hand.

[KestrelTheFirecat]

ooc: qoutes?

[norvina!]

ᴅᴇʟɪʟᴀʜ + ᴅᴀʜʟɪᴀ ᴡᴇꜱᴛ
(seventeen;females;hypnos;nemesis)
(quest group;field)(tags;quest people;cass)

dahlia opened her mouth to speak, she couldn't quite find words to tell the girl quick enough. she held no ill-will to her childhood friend, she was responsible for the argument and not telling her sister soon enough. further into the stables as mira helped others with the pegasi she spotted a familiar horse she had trained with previously. walking over with a gentle smile, she patted the cream-coated equine. "hello aphy." she greeted, saddling up the horse she looked over to the group. she'd have to speak with mira later, hoping the girl wasn't tearing herself up about it. she continued to pat the pegasi, finding relaxation as the equine was rather soft.

delilah finally managed to get her sobbing under control, sucking in a deep breath she felt comforted by the gentle words coming from cass. looking up from her knees her eyes had grown red and puffy, small tears still dripped out slowly greatly her lilac eyes contrasted greatly with the red irritation. "we haven't separated in years, I just wish she would've told me instead of me finding out completely from nowhere." frowning as she thought about her goodbye with mira her heart just ached even more. chuckling a bit at her comment, she knew it was true that everyone here was just as much of an oddity as she was "you're right." she agreed, giving her a gentle yet sorrowful smile. nodding her head, she opened up her arms for a hug. she couldn't help but still feel odd in the back of her head, the toxic seed of self-hatred had already been unknowingly planted.

[sammy,]

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beach - forest
zeus - counselor
mentioned: auggie
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he began to walk. he wasn't quite sure where he was going, but he walked anyway, figuring that if he was supposed to find auggie, then he would. if he was supposed to tell someone, then it would fall into place. orin wasn't going to go out of his way for it. it would have to come to him. no matter the shadow of stress that loomed, he was still going to be as stubborn as possible.

his treks were leading him back to the woods, though his steps were a bit haphazard. he caught the glances of a few campers, probably trying to figure out what mission he must have been on to not have the default bounce in his step that had become synonymous with his general existence in camp. he didn't care. just kept walking.

avoiding the direction that would have taken him straight back into lucy's dastardly little grasp, he ventured further, pulling the drawstrings of his hoodie to tighten it around his chilled neck. it didn't do much by way of warming him up, but it would have to do. the further he went, the more he felt as though auggie had simply disappeared. she didn't want to speak to him. that was fair enough. but on the other hand, it wasn't.

tears sprung and were wiped away, lest they fell and froze on his cheeks. "come on," he murmured. "please, please. please." who was he begging to? there was no-one around to hear it. a different idea, then. under his breath, he breathed the words he planned to say. otherwise they would come out wrong. he needed it to be succinct. there weren't many ways to go about that.

by the time he reached one of the outer areas of the woods, the backs of his heels were screaming, begging him to sit down. he didn't. a good thing, that - because his eyes fell upon metal that glinted in the snow. a dagger. he knew that dagger. he'd had that dagger pointed at his neck. which meant she wasn't far. he picked it up, as though its existence was proof of something. it was just a knife. she might have dropped it in her attempt to get as far away from him as possible.

"auggie?" he asked the empty landscape. "i wanna - i wanna explain. i've never done it before. it's always... out of my hands. can you hear me?" orin's lips pursed. his eyes drifted to the cut-up trunk, carefully running his fingertips over the mangled bark. "you don't have to listen." and there was the moment of realisation. he could explain all that he wanted, but there was no-one left to hear it now. not anyone that he wanted to. he couldn't force auggie to want to know, just like he couldn't force lucy to stop wanting. his eyes screwed up, forcing back the dastardly tears once more. he couldn't do it. a deep breath before he pressed his forehead against the tree, hands clenching against the frozen shards of wood. "okay." he whispered.

orin pushed himself away from the tree, turning instead to walk in the general direction of zeus' fist. if he got intercepted by monsters - well, so be it. they'd not know what was coming for them.

[indigo']

[✩] Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Woods|tags:Orin

August was drawn out of her thoughts by the sound of footsteps and a voice muttering. She caught her knife and stilled, not wanting to be noticed. When the offending demigod came into view beneath her tree, she realized that of all the people she didn’t want to see, it had to be the last person she wanted to see. Or maybe not.

Were there tears in his eyes? They could be fake. Lucy was springing into overdramatic crocodile tears all the time to get what she wanted. She wanted to think that didn’t seem likely, but she wasn’t sure of anything anymore. She watched him pick up the knife, tensed when he called her name but didn’t say anything, just stayed perfectly still, watching from her place up above.

I wanna explain. She didn’t want an explanation. She wanted to go back and stop her idiotic self from breaking down in front of someone. She wanted to just have held it together. She wanted to use her powers to freeze her heart over and never have to care about anything that anyone did but her. Out of my hands. That was a familiar concept, but she shoved it aside. No room for sympathy.

She watched, still refusing to say anything or make her presence known. He seemed genuine. That scared her. It scared her almost as much as her desire to come down from the tree and listen to what he had to say. She didn’t. She watched him lean against the trunk, watched as he seemed to give up and walk away. She should’ve felt relieved, watching him go. This was supposed to be the part where she was the cold-hearted daughter of Hades who didn’t care and went about her own life and never thought about this again.

She slid down from the tree, hands barely skimming the branches as she dropped softly to the forest floor. She winced when her cut hand scraped against the bark, but she had bigger things on her mind at the moment. “Hey,” she quickened her step to catch up and grab his arm. Her voice was still cold, steady. On her face was the attempt at a look of anger, the shadow of her usual steely glare, but her eyes were searching for something, begging for the explanation she wanted in spite of everything she thought she stood for.

She looked hesitant for a moment, reluctant to let the words come out of her mouth, brow furrowing in distaste at her own supposed weakness. “I’m listening.”

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when the ground thumped and the hand landed on his shoulder, orin tensed. he knew, realistically, that there were dozens of people it could have been - but there was only one that he could reason with it being. slowly, he turned, looked her up and down, and pursed his lips when she said she was listening. "i was almost scared that you were gonna say that," he said, an attempt of anger that didn't land. "but not here. the trees have ears. this way."

he walked toward zeus' fist, noting that it had been where they had met. things felt very different from then. the tree he had sent volts of electricity through was still darkened, hollowed out from the resulting fire that had barely been contained by the damp. when he reached the rock formation, he sat down on one of its ridges, looking emptily out at the rest of the forest.

it took him a while to find the words. they had to be right. starting off strong - "i lied to you earlier," he said. "i didn't just stop being afraid of death. it wasn't random. i didn't choose it." that was alright for an introduction, he supposed. "i know i tell a lot of stories, but this one's important. so you're gonna have to bear with me a bit," he said. another silence. he clasped his hands together to stem their tremble. "four years ago, when i was fourteen, i was - i had these mock exams for my junior cert. it's like... the first of the two big exams you take. and i had been really stressing over them. they were just mocks, but i'd been obsessed with them. i'd been at camp for three years. hadn't been on a quest yet, and in the back of my head i was waiting for this moment where i could prove that i wasn't just a gobby disappointment. and i didn't know why it wasn't coming."

"it was my english exam. i'd been up all night with these flashcards of quotes and notes and - and everything under the sun, because i wanted to do well, and as soon as i got into the school, i felt like i was gonna be sick," his voice waivered momentarily, but he continued on. "i went to my invigilator. she gave me a bin to throw up in. didn't like me very much. and i just - i went and sat down, and i started doing it." there was the setup. hold for effect. "got to question eight. i don't like the number eight. i could hear the clock ticking, and it was like - it was awful. like a hammer. it was all i could hear. felt like my head had had a firework lit in it. i thought it was just the fear. but then i started writing, and i forgot the name of the book i was supposed to be writing about."

"and it was so stupid, because it was on the question. but i couldn't read it. i couldn't write it. i'd read, i'd go to write it down, and somewhere in the middle of that, i'd forget. and then the clock, and the number, and my head, and -" his words sped up a bit. he caught them. took a breath. "and then i woke up in hospital. i had died. for three minutes. they said it was a subarachnoid haemorrhage from one of many ruptured berry aneurysms buried in my stupid brain. but they caught it early, so i didn't die - permanently, and they could treat it. try and lower the chances of me having another one. so i was medicated for high blood pressure, and i was told to avoid too much stress, and not to hit my head -" he frowned. he hadn't done well in any of those things recently. "- and my ma became overbearing. she wouldn't let me do anything. i was to sit in my house and wait. for - for the ticking time bomb to go off. she told me i couldn't go to camp about two months after, and - and i had another one." he almost laughed. "maybe it was out of spite. i don't know. but in my head, there was nowhere safer for me to be if i was trying to avoid stress. and it was the only place i could pretend to be a bit normal. 'til felix took a look at me and figured it out."

"it's funny. 'cos i think about it sometimes, and i realise that that was why i was never having any of the dreams that so many other people were having. because if i went on a quest, then i'd end up -" he didn't say it. couldn't. "- but i wonder, that first time, when i died, was that meant to be it? or did someone say, you know, 'no, he stays'? and if someone did, then why didn't they fix it? why didn't they fix me? i could do so much, auggie, but i can't, and i won't, because every single time my blood pressure raises - even an iota - i'm risking popping my brain like a daft balloon." a bitter sniff. "i told felix to keep it secret because i didn't want people to dote. treat me like i'm made of glass. just wanted to be normal. he asked me a lot if i had a death wish, 'cause he couldn't make sense of the way i acted, and i don't. i have a life wish. but i'm not allowed, because i don't get - i don't even get an inch of deus ex machina. so i thought - just don't say. if i die, i die, and everyone thinks it's a random tragedy. something they couldn't have avoided. and i'd be fine with that." a tear landed on his clasped hands. he wasn't sure when he'd shed it.

"so - there you are. that's it. it's - it's nothing. there's no secret. just my own pride. just the charade i've putting on for the sake of a couple months of freedom." he said. "and i'm sorry. because one day, i think you're gonna hate me for telling you."

[indigo']

[✩] Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Woods|tags:Orin

Auggie frowned at the statement about trees having ears, but followed him anyway. It took a moment for her to realize where they were going, heart quickening at the sight of the clearing they’d been attacked in yesterday. The sight of the place she’d lost control of her powers was enough to make her hands feel cold again, but she shoved them in her pockets and managed to keep it under control.

She sat down beside him in silence, waiting expectantly for the promised explanation, but not pushing him to speak. Her face darkened at being told she’d been lied to, even though that’s exactly what she was expecting to be told. Then the explanation came and it actually didn’t seem so bad. Nobody could just stop being afraid of death. She hadn’t believed him in the first place so it wasn’t so much of a shock.

She nodded, her gaze on him momentarily before she realized it was probably easier for him to tell his story if she wasn’t watching. She looked out towards the forest, her eyes wandering to the burnt out tree as she listened. She glanced over when his voice wavered, her cold expression involuntarily replaced by a look of concern. She couldn’t help the sense of dread that built up inside her as he spoke, worse than the feeling when she’d overheard the conversation with Lucy. That had been an assumption, an over-reaction, fear without context. This was real.

Her eyes widened at the revelation that he wasn’t supposed to hit his head, remembering the day before when her fist had done exactly that. Her mouth opened and shut briefly, not wanting to interrupt and not really having anything to say, so she stayed quiet and let him continue.

She didn’t know if it was the effect of finding out the secret, or a response to the emotion in his voice, to seeing the son of Zeus in tears, but her eyes were starting to sting. She tried to blink it back, staring down at the ground. He was telling the truth, she knew that much. What she couldn’t comprehend was why he was telling her, of all people, why he would actually trust her with this. It was possible he was doing it to prevent what she’d overheard earlier from getting out of hand, to stop false rumours from spreading. But she’d never been one for spreading rumours and she thought that was obvious.

She should’ve felt relieved. She should’ve been glad to know that he wasn’t the untrustworthy villain her brain had been trying to convince her she’d seen. But this wasn’t better. She would’ve actually preferred if it had been the former.

There was a long pause between the end of his story and her response, gaze trained on the ground in front of them. She drew in a breath before doing something very un-Auggie-like and pulling him into a tight hug. It took her another moment to actually find her words. “I’m not gonna dote over you,” she said finally. It seemed like a silly thing to say given the severity of the conversation, and given the way Orin acted it seemed like somebody probably should. But she understood that wasn’t what he wanted, or why he was telling her, and she wasn’t going to be that person. “But you’re not...you’re not gonna die. You’re not allowed to die.”

[sammy,]

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it was out. there was no taking it back. auggie knew, and that frightened him more than he would have to liked to admit. not because it was necessarily a bad thing, the vulnerability, but because of what came next - knowing that he was putting himself in greater than previously plausible danger with some of his so-called 'antics' gave way to anger. it had happened with felix, it had happened with his mother, with his sister, who looked at him funny every time he came back from a night with the boys. never said anything, just looked at him in a way that made him feel like pulling his hair out.

and perhaps bigger was the fact that now he had shared it of his own volition, it was real. he had never had to in the past. it had just been a case of letting everyone else scramble while he remained intentionally ignorant to the damage he could be causing himself. his mother told his school, his school told his teachers, his teachers told his friends; the domino effect had been in play from the very beginning. he'd tried to stop it when it came to felix. look at how that turned out.

orin had to suppress a flinch when he was pulled into a hug, stiffening momentarily before letting his arms wrap around her, shutting his eyes. he hadn't expected that. he'd expected a slew of shouted words about how he was an idiot, or something along those lines, but the gentleness was welcomed.

you're not allowed to die.
it hurt a bit more than it should have. he sighed into her shoulder. in his head, he was saying a thousand different things, all along the lines of 'you don't know that. you can't know that,' and 'but i will, one day, and there's gonna be nothing that you can do, and that's tearing me apart'. he settled for a little "i'm sorry," though he wasn't quite sure which part he was apologising for.

"my uncle had the same thing," he said, voice a little muffled. "i never got to meet him. he was nineteen when - and my ma was pregnant with me. but everyone that knew him says i'm the spit of him. down to the stupid jokes." a little smile in spite of himself. "but i think i'm the better version, because he had it after a bad time at uni, and i've been fighting monsters and - and jumping out of collapsing buildings barnet first, and it's not reared its head in a while. suppose i'm running on dumb luck. or i'm just unstoppable." an attempt at lightheartedness.

"thank you, though," he said. "for listening." orin squeezed his eyes shut one more time. "i just - i think i sorta assumed that there was no-one who would. for quite a while."