Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[tawneypelt0504]

Cassandra Peters|19|she/her|Hermes|Head Counselor|Demi-bisexual|Loc:Cabin circle---> Cabin 11|Tags/Mentions:Dick,open
As Cass was making her way to the campfire she felt herself going slower and slower, dread filling every step. Cass stopped and began to take a few big shaky breaths as she ran her fingers through her hair trying to get herself to calm down. Cass felt as if all her grief and anxiety that she had been trying to hold back surge forward. Although she kept trying to hide it she couldn't help but feel terrified at the aspect of an angry snow goddess taking vengeance on them. Cass had seen and experienced how powerful the opposing side was and she honestly didn't know how to handle it. Sure she could train her cabinmates but that just filled her with more anxiety and she was filled with the terrifying thought of all of them dying. Cass leaned against a random cabin trying to calm herself down. "Okay breathe, just calm down, everything's gonna be okay" Cass tried to reassure herself as she continued to take deep breaths. Although she tried to calm herself down her worries couldn't help but continue to resurface. Letting out a long sigh Cass sat up and turned away from the campfire choosing to go to the Hermes cabin instead. As Cass looked over her shoulder with a deep frown, regretting that she couldn't be there for her cabinmates. Cass didn't want to make them worried "They have enough on their plate as is". Cass thought as she walked toward the Hermes cabin "They don't need to shoulder my worries as well"

As Cass entered the cabin she went over to her trunk and began digging around for friendship bracelets to hide under the new camper's pillows. "Hopefully they'll realize it's not a complete crapshow here" Cass muttered as she pulled out several colorful string bracelets. As Cass was making sure she had enough bracelets, she noticed something glinting at the bottom of her trunk. Reaching in Cass brought out an old flip phone and flipped it open, looking at the little screen that only had one number on it. Cass pursed her lips as she stared at the phone. Cass remembered the day Dick had given it to her right before he left. It had been a bit since she'd heard from him, not that Dick was one to send a lot of letters. Cass still couldn't help but be a bit worried about her older brother and he had been very comforting her first few days at camp. In all honesty, Cass really missed him and she could use some good ol' brotherly love at the moment. Cass stood up and tucked both the friendship bracelets and her phone into her pocket before heading out the door and towards the hill.

[WitchHazel]

Vivienne Isole
|❄|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Morgantown, PA|Tags: N/A|

Vivienne's mind was a swirl of deep, growling barks. The patter of enormous paws against pavement. Running, screaming, hot breath on the back of her neck. Teeth that rip and rend, claws that tear and terrorize. Drool flying from enormous jowls, fangs bared and snarling. Red.
"- trained you like a dog to value yourself only by your utility to her." She's been pushing you down this path of vengeance and suffering the whole time, feeding you lies so she can hone you into a weapon." "You're begging to go home, but you don't even have a home to go back to." "I made you strong. I built you into who you are. And this is how you repay me?"

Faces swirling in darkness. Old, young, cruel, kind. Lips moving. Red.
"Vivienne." "Vivienne -" "Vivienne...""Vivienne!?" "you're vivienne?" "Oh, sweet June..."

Flashes of periwinkle eyes. Dolphins laughing. A gallant defence in an unfeeling home. Stuffed dragons and stolen poems. The tang of saltwater air on a tongue parched of love. Star-spangled nights and sneaking suspicions. Dickinson in the twilight. Hot summer haze. Forget-me-nots braided in a sea of darkness. Falling, screaming. Light fading. Limp. Lifeless. Red.
"I know how much Audra means to you -" "- give Audra m' best." "Do you think this is what Audra wants for you? Is this the way she wants you to use her memory?" "they could've saved her." "I loved him so much that I forgot what hating myself felt like…" "I know what y' lost, ma'am, and 'm sorry fer it." "i'm sorry that you lost her." "You lost her, and she had such an impact in your life that even now her death is still rippling." "they could've saved her." "i'm so sorry." ""I really do want to apologize, Vivienne." "i'm really sorry -" "i'm sorry -" "I'm sorry. I didn't... mean to make you cry..." "i'm so, so sorry -" "sorry." "Sorry." "they could've saved her." "No amount of revenge will bring someone back -" "You have to let go." "I never left you."

Cold. Alone. Pain, agony, grief. Knives inside a ribcage. A screaming heart. Run. Run, run away. Don't look back. It was never home. They were never home. She was home, and she was gone. Run, run away. Disappear into the nothing of the world. Become red. Red.
"Did any of them come after you when you fled?" "You want to know why they abandoned you, Vivienne?" "- they're just as lost as you are." "They abandoned you -" "- you left." "- just like your father -" "You turned your back on them and told yourself lies that they wanted nothing to do with you until one day, you woke up and started to believe them." "Remember what they did to you. Remember what they did to her." "Don't you think they have suffered enough? "- do not weep for them. You're better than that." "They were only willing to play the role of family until it inconvenienced them."

Alone. Cold, alone, falling, drowning. Alone. It hurts. It hurts but it is safe. Alone, dark, cold, safe. Alone. So alone. Falling, drowning, freezing, piercing. Red.
"you are not the only person on this planet who is going through something." "Lies. Manipulations." "You aren't alone because you have each other." "Everyone is out to cause you harm. You learned that the hard way." "I don't want to see you go down the same path I did -" "- you have to trust someone." "I am the only one you can trust."

Fire. Fire. Falling. A girl of flame and smoke. A brother lost to time; a protector spewing venom. Axes slipping out of icy hands. Red. Desperate pleas; desperate shouts. Staring down the barrel of a gun. "If y' move, I will kill you." A bright flash, a shattering, then dusty darkness; abandoned faith. Sky and doom. Words felt unspoken. Gold. Black. Red.
"None of this will fill the hole you feel inside." "we can't lose anyone else vivienne, please, please." "- this path of pain and suffering - I never wanted this for you." "i don't want to fight you, but i can't -" "i can't let you do this." "thank you for not killing me on sight." "Mercy will get you nowhere."

Cold comfort. A poor excuse for mother's love. Wooden puppets. A spider spinning silk. White-hot metal. Forging. Grueling. Hard-won battles. Grief, pain, rage. Weapon. Strength. Willpower. Taken. Stolen. A dog on a leash. Innocence, blindness. Disappointment, failure. Blackness. Cold. Pain. Red.
"You're the weak one -" "Weakling." "- cut off from the world and shutting everyone out." "- you're so bloody ignorant -" "Can't you do anything right?" "- revenge is for the weak." "You are a failure. A disgrace. Get out of my sight." "You haven't failed me."

Fractured glass; fractured mirror. Alone. Hurting, broken. Jagged edges glistening. A knife still stuck in the back where it was left. Rock bottom. Crushed heart beating. Sand slipping through slender fingers. Drowning from the inside out. Clawing for the surface. A silent cry for help. Forlorn. Desolate. Alone. Red.
"i'm sorry that you're hurting, i am, i'm so -" ""- couldn't even look in the mirror because I knew the face staring back wasn't mine." "I know you've been hurt. I know you've been broken. But you don't have to stay that way." "- all this hate and sorrow that's built up over the last five years is your own doing." "No one can understand the way you feel. Not fully, but have you let anyone try?" "This is your darkest hour, and that means that there's nowhere to go except up." "All it takes for you to come out of the darkness is for one person to shine a light."

A black business card. An order of french fries. Singing echoing off of cavern walls. Ice sculptures made manifest. A hand on a bony shoulder. No fingernails digging in. A shattering of feathers. Dust. Abandoned hope reborn. Gold. Black. Hot tears on cold flesh. Needles and tourniquets. Borrowed clothes and hot pasta. Safety. Kindness. Darkness. Red.
"I won't let you die in a shallow grave." "Don't you see? He's using you, just like everyone else." "I told you I wouldn't let you die. I promised you that." "You fool! Don't be drawn in by promises that cannot be kept." "Nothing I ask of you is worth your life."

There was so much red. Too much red.

I'm going into the ground for you.

- - ❄ - -

Vivienne jolted awake in a cold sweat, her breath fast and shallow. The contours of the darkened room were unfamiliar to her at first. Memory returned in a flash, enlightening her as to her location. Nicholas's house. Guest room.
On nights like these, she would normally take a walk under the starlit sky to help herself calm down. But whatever shred of logic that remained in her panic-stricken brain told her that was a bad idea. In an unfamiliar bed; an unfamiliar town. She couldn't risk losing her way.

Instead, she thought maybe to sit outside on the stairs until she could get a grip on her emotions. Some fresh air would do her good - the cold night atmosphere always seemed to ease her mind, or at least provide a familiar solace. Yes. She would go outside, though she was unsure how long she would remain. She slipped from her bedsheets as quiet as a mouse; at loathe to wake her gracious hosts should they be sleeping. Does Death sleep? With bare, unslippered feet, she crept from her dwelling and began her journey down the staircase.

[takara]

➶ | Hank Walker
17 | He/him | Apollo [Head Counselor] | Campfire | Elfie, Wilhelm, campfire peeps

'A little friendly competition'

Hank blinked at the interruption. "What?" He murmured back. Scarring, scarring? What've the dead to worry about scarring? He removed a hand from his neck and examined it. Sure enough, his fingers glistened while blood darkened under his nails. Oh. Not the funerals then.

Still, I ain't concerned about no scars. He shrugged. "It'll heal," Still, he nodded along to her demonstration, tapping a rhythm along the already clearing mark on his neck. If nothing else, it was a distraction from the morbid scene before them.

"Orin Gorman, of cabin one," Hank flinched. The words were nothing but the truth, but it felt so surreal. People like that, they, they didn't just die. Orin was- Hank swallowed against the word, foreign even in his mind. Was the type of person, who was more alive than everyone around them. If one could drink life, it would flow through his veins because Orin is-was, Hank settled for tapping on his neck and made the executive decision not to finish the thought. Instead he tuned into Jude's speech, fighting to maintain a smile as tears cut new tracks across his face. He laughed at the tease, but it was bitter, more of a bark, and tempered with no sweet. Gods, why?

Then it was back to Jude reminiscing over good times and melting the crowd, or at least Hank, back into a blubbering mess.

“don mclean’s not dead,”

A shiver ran down Hank's spine. There's no way! My head is playing tricks on me, for Pete's sake he's dead!

But the voice continued, glancing over, Hank found that it led back to the curly haired rabble rouser, formally known as Orin Daithi Gorman. "and even if he was, i don't think he'd make it to elysium. unless you're insinuating i went to the fields of punishment, which - i mean, that's just offensive, isn't it?" Hank froze, a deer in the headlights of Orin's glimmering reappearance. For a moment, a hush came over everyone but the still crackling flames. A too short moment. Then a burst of noise. Hank's thoughts were lost somewhere between the wheezing panpipes and the shouting and the oh gods is that a gun? Imposter Orin hadn't crossed his mind, but know that it had, it made a sick kind of sense. The way a broken bone has a lovely crunch to it. He'd hire a lookalike to his own funeral, huh? Gods, I hope he paid well or this man is getting the rattling of his life over twenty bucks.

Wait, there's a gun! With that thought, it clicked that the poor man would be getting much more than a rattling if someone didn't calm the hulking boy's nerves. Hank, in his infinite wisdom, decided to be that someone. He shouldered past people to get near the man, but didn't go for the gun, instead choosing to put himself in the way of the barrel, shoulder at point blank range. A gunshot's a gunshot. It'll heal well enough. "Hades man! The fighting's over! " He said, pulse jumping as he tried not to think of how much a bullet wound would hurt. "It'd be right on brand for Orin to hire a poser for his funeral, do you want his blood on your hands?" A quick glance, better than the look he'd had before, told him that something was very wrong with the man. That might not be Orin or a poser... but it could be something worse, right? Especially if we anger it? Hank steeled his nerves, craning his neck to look up at the man.

[Kveykva]

──────── 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐧
[✦] | Hephaestus | 18 | Male | ➡ Campfire | Tags: Orin, Auggie, Hank, Juliet
❝ ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒❞

It came as no surprise to Will when other campers jumped to the dead man's defense, throwing venom and accusations his way. He was using his brain. He was thinking. "Been an army o' ghosts our doorstep an' a dark god lurkin' about. I think he's dead." Will answered unwaveringly. It seemed the easiest way to get a spy into their midst; their enemy could take the skin of one of their dead and walk among them, with only the shock of their resurrection as a hurdle to overcome. The jokes were convincing. The curly mop of brown hair, the accent, the mannerisms - a flawless recreation of the late Orin Daithi Gorman. Everything right, but so sickeningly wrong. Someone has to be doubtful of it. Will didn't mind if it meant the other campers resented it; in time, they might realize it was for the best. Orin was talking - doing what the son of Zeus always did best - and Wilhelm would admit it made the decision a difficult one. "I'm alive, Will. Tell me to sod off and I'll run for the hills, but please don't take alive away from me." he was begging. "Please." Uncompromising as ever Will, didn't lower his weapon. He'd been taught to never place your finger near the trigger unless you intended to fire it, and his rested right against it.

"Mirabelle wouldn't want this." He shouldn't have hesitated, but Juliet's interjection was enough to delay the inevitable pulling of the trigger. Auggie was no longer in the crosshairs, but this time it was Hank, thinking just as irrationally as his fellow head counselor. Neither of them was the epitome of leadership at the moment, but that would be tomorrow's discussion. Will already had plans to Iris message Mira and Aiden in the morning, and originally it had been for reassurance. Now he would have to deliver news of today's attack to the unsuspecting questers. Adding Orin's death onto that wouldn't be easy for either of them, imposter or not. No, this isn't what she'd want. And she's the wisest of all of us.

"Th' people here are m' family, an' I'll do whatever it takes to protect 'em." Will stated. "That includes you." The son of Hephaestus lowered the weapon as the tension in the air dissipated, offering his hand to the son of Zeus. "Welcome back 'ome."

──────── 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐞 "𝐌𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐞" 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩
[✦] | Mars | 29 | Female | ➡ Hampton Inn, Roof Stairwell | Tags: Audra, Tavie
❝ ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒❞

But you are a child. Moxie refrained from saying it out loud, but this girl was clearly young - she imagined she should be sympathetic, knowing Audra died at a young age, but Moxie still had some years on her. Audra's dress looked relatively modern, so she couldn't be an ancient ghost or anything. That's how it worked, right? "Have fun on your trip down, give Pluto my love and all that. If I see you again... let's hope I don't." Tavie sat idly by as each demigod said their - say? piece? who knows how the saying went. Once they finished, the reaper stood from its perch and collected the soul belonging to Audra, tucking it to her breast as though it were a newborn child. "Take care of yourself up here, don't get in over your head." A simple warning, and with that, the pair vanished. Moxie disliked the ominousness of the reaper's tone, and she couldn't shake the sense that her decision had been a mistake. Still, she was nothing if not stubborn. "Well, balls to all that." Moxie stifled another wave of nausea, which hadn't seemed to settle yet. She wondered if the reaper appearing and disappearing was the cause, or if her fading had anything to do with it instead. "Does that make me the only ghost here now?"

"We're here," Like before, the trip had been quick. Before she knew it, they were in someplace dark and dreary, full of indiscernible figures and divided by a winding river that wafted fumes into the air. The Underworld. "Now this is the part where I drop you off for Charon to ferry across the Styx and you find your judgment on the other side, and it's up to you to make your way out once the Doors open." Tavie didn't release Audra's shoulder. "Under normal circumstances, but I have a few other orders. He wanted me to wait with you."

──────── 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐞𝐧
[✦] | Apollo | 16 | Female | ➡ Outside Cabin 3 | Tags: Cricket, Kathryn
❝ 𝑖 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑟❞

Apparently, the ghost hoped she would believe his story. When she didn't and continued her threats, his tone shifted to one of panic. "I really don't know anything!" it insisted. The descriptions of the properties of Stygian Iron sounded outlandish, but the ghost was inclined to take the girl's word for it, considering his own spiritual state. It couldn't recall the afterlife - if there even was one - but it would like to return to wherever it had been before it found itself here. "I-I know that sounds like a lie, but I really don't know," he pleaded. "I - there were a bunch of us. I remember a couple of guys from my unit, but there were plenty of others I'd never seen before. We were all here, and the only orders I remember before she gave hers were to do as she asked and to protect her. I don't know who gave them or when I got them, I just - remember them being said." It wasn't much of an answer, but it was all he had. "I know we weren't alone when we came here, there was something with us. I don't know what it was or where it went, but when it left is when we started to die."

──────── 𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐳
[✦] | Oracle of Delphi | 23 | Male | ➡ Cabin 10 | Tags: Honey
❝ 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠❞

It hurt. More accurately, however, it stung. Or perhaps saying it burned fit better. Frost bite. If the situation weren't so dire, he might've laughed at the irony of it. Despite his earlier fumbles and stutters with Honey, she seemed to have her heart set on staying. It surprised him, so say the least. "Th - Thank - Thank you." Cain struggled to get the words out, but a weight lifted from his chest once they were in open air. "I wouldn't expect you to have healing powers," that would be far too convenient. The bite on his arm hurt so much that the pain started to numb, only coming on and off in waves. He wasn't sure if that's how pain worked, but Cain didn't have a better answer to describe it. Still, a description like that could pose problems; from what he remembered, not all of the satyrs were very good at interpreting meaning, especially if metaphors were used. Cain winced as he accepted Honey's offered hand, taking aid to stagger back to his feet. "The -" a pause, long enough for the reminder to settle in. "I think Cabin Seven is the new infirmary," he corrected softly, the fingers on his right arm quaking from the cold.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

[✩]17|she/her|Hades|Head Counsellor|Campfire|tags: Orin, Wilhelm, Hank, campfire gang etc.

Auggie hadn’t expected Will to back down easily, but she wasn’t going to either. She was aware of the fact that Orin hadn’t moved, hadn’t said anything, had barely reacted to the gun pointed at his chest, but she kept her eyes on the man in front of her. “Weirder things have happened here than someone coming back from…” The words died on her tongue. She still couldn’t say it, not talking about Orin. She faltered only briefly before moving on. “Putting a bullet in him before you actually know what happened isn’t going to help anyone.” Her voice was a little steadier now, the sudden surge of anger replaced by a steely calm, though she could still hear her heart pounding in her ears, it was covered up by a mask of ice.

She glanced back when Orin spoke, the writhing shadows dissipating the second he touched her hand. Auggie looked at him for a moment, saying nothing, but eventually conceded to the reassurance. She didn’t let go of his hand, but didn’t step back either. He could fight his own battles and she didn't need to put herself in the middle, but if anybody was getting shot, she wasn’t going to let it be him. The wave of panic shifting through the group around the campfire was nearly tangible. People were shouting things, but it was difficult to focus on anything other than what was right in front of her.

She was quiet when Orin spoke up, feeling a twist in her chest at the obvious fear in his voice. For a moment, it seemed like Will wasn’t buying it, that he was still going to pull the trigger. "Will, think about what you're doing." Nothing she'd said had seemed to have any effect, but clearly something from one of the other campers did, because he hesitated and someone else stepped forward. She’d accused Will of having a hero complex, but that was starting to seem like a common affliction given that Hank was the second person to put themself directly in front of a loaded gun—not that she’d done it for the sake of heroics. She backed off slightly, but stayed close to Orin, watching Will’s hand rather than his face as something seemed to run through his head. Time froze, then the gun was lowered and she let out a breath, feeling the tension in her chest release slightly, but not completely at the supposed peace offering, though she was still watching the son of Hephaestus closely.

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: auggie, wilhelm, hank.
ivi campfire - outside cabin one.

will wasn't relenting. he considered it for a moment, the barrel in his periphery that he could not bring himself to shift direct vision upon. it'd be quick, he imagined. if he was a good shot, at least. it wasn't as bad as it could be. there had been a feeling before the exact point he had recognised his impending death, an eternity and a half ago. he'd liken it to the feeling of someone leaning back in a chair and realising, in a split second, that they were about to come clattering to the ground. the falling sensation that gripped the chest and sent every cell into panicked overdrive.
as he waited for the verdict, he was made suddenly aware that that feeling had not gone away. it had just been simmering, waiting, and now it was boiling over. he didn't want to die, no matter how quick or painless. still, his breath stayed as steady as it could, misting and visible in the glimmer of the fire. focused on the cold hand on his own, holding himself back from squeezing it until the bones shattered.

hank stumbling in caught him off guard, sent a jolt through a perfectly stilled body. it was sudden enough to send another firing, relentless signal of thought to take cover, run, but not enough of a threat to stop him from composing again. "a pos- christ, is that what you -" the words spilt, shattered on the ground. it wasn't worth defending himself against that when there was still a very real bullet loaded in a gun with its sights set on him. there was more shouting going on, more vies for peace, and something clearly struck a chord. the shotgun lowered. his chest unravelled a little. still holding half of a breath, he squeezed auggie's hand before releasing it, using it to take the olive branch of will's, as it were. a shake, curt and formal and a little too mechanical. "dunno that 'welcome' is what i'd call it," orin spoke through a tight throat. "cheers." he let go of the hand, glanced instead toward hank. "thank you, by the way. for the pastry. i know i didn't eat it, but i appreciated it. dunno if i said at the time." he didn't know if that would prove anything to the son of apollo, if it'd go over his head, but it felt like it needed saying. the eye of felix was caught once more, that calculating stare. he didn't have time for numbers and diagnoses.

"i'm gonna give about three seconds for someone else to start shouting, waving their weapons about, before i go to bed. so if anyone wants to - no, sorry, that's time up. i'll see you all in the morning. bright and early for a grilling, i'm sure. bring some more guns, i really liked that. really got the blood pumping. if that'll be all, night. sweet dreams."
he was moving before he had the chance to process his own words, walking hastily in any direction that would take him away from the campfire, from those eyes, and only when he could feel the heat of the fire no longer did he let go of the breath that he'd been holding. his own panic in the face of it all had been subverted by the drive to perform, to act as though all was the same. a bit of him, quiet but persistent, wished that he would have been told to exit with haste.

orin reached cabin one, the palms that he hadn't been aware he'd been rubbing together creating sparks, a little ball of tousled energy, and stood uselessly outside. stepping through the threshold of his father's staked claim felt akin to scaling a mountain.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

[✩]17|she/her|Hades|Head Counsellor|Campfire, outside Cabin One|tags: Orin

The moment of intensity had relented, but there was still a suffocating tension in the air, something that didn’t seem so easily waved away with a handshake and a word of welcome. Auggie was still on edge, relieved as she was that the situation hadn’t escalated more, she wasn’t sure she trusted the sudden change of heart. Orin was speaking, words sounding tight and strained, she couldn’t say she blamed him, and then he was walking away. That wasn’t entirely surprising either. She hesitated for a moment, unsure whether or not she should follow him. She glanced around her, scanning the faces lined by cold, unforgiving light, the ones who had challenged him and the ones who had jumped to his defense without actually knowing any part of the story. Her gaze turned back to Orin’s retreating form and her mind was made up, turning and following without a word to the others around the fire.

“So...that went well,” she said with a weak attempt at her usual wry smile. She came close enough for him to hear her, but still kept a bit of a distance, giving him space to flee if he wanted to, to shrug her off and say goodnight and head into the safety of the cabin. She’d seen the look he now wore before—albeit, in different contexts. She’d worn that look herself, though she couldn’t imagine what it was like to have experienced what he’d gone through—to experience death, to come back and have people who were supposed to be friends and allies accuse you of being some kind of monster, to point a gun in your face—she at least understood the need to get away. She left enough space to make that clear, that he could give her the signal if he didn’t want her there. “Are you okay?” Of course not. Stupid question. She asked it anyway. “I mean…” She shook her head. “You don’t have to answer that. Sorry. At least you didn’t have to do the hustle,” she offered, not the greatest point of optimism, but that had never been her strong suit.

[*Lovel*]

▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀Emerson "Emmie" Grey ▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀

Daughter of Zeus ☂ Cabin 1 ☂ 16 ☂ Heterosexual

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Tags: Chaos group ---> Open (unless Riley wants to follow)
Location: Campfire ----> Dining Pavilion

Emerson watched from behind Orin as the scene unfolded. She understood Will's doubts, she had the same but his words had convinced her. Even though it is Orin he seems different. His energy is subtly different. "Will-" she started but everything was moving so fast and both Orin and Auggie had left, Will had already lowered his gun. Emerson's eyes followed Orin and Auggie's retreating figures for a moment before she made her way to the dining pavilion.

Though she didn't feel like she could hold anything down with everything that happened she'd need something before bed. Besides Orin would need a moment to himself, well himself and Auggie, after that excitement. She couldn't imagine how hard that must've been for him to do. She wouldn't have made it through revealing that she was in fact not dead after just dying that morning. Maybe I should grab him a treat? surely something like that could cheer him up.

『❄❅』 Aydan Hunt『❅❄』

Son of Khione ☃ Cabin 22 ☃ 16 ☃ Heterosexual

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Tags: OPHELIA
Location: Between cabins

Ophelia winced and his hand went to her cheek and his thumb rubbed against it. I should still feel guilty. What is that saying again? Never bite the hand that feeds you, I exceeded expectations and basically killed it. Although he made the realization his father had forgiven him and apologized on top of that, his whole being felt lighter. He finally felt like he could allow himself to be happy.

"You're not" he was going to say something about how others would see it that way but he wasn't given the chance, she was talking again. He looked towards the rest of the camp and realized that the camp was insane, these campers, these kids, didn't get a break from unfortunate circumstances. It was insane but it was a good home. He could hear bits and pieces of the commotion going on by the fire, hearing a name he didn't recognize being said a few times.

His attention went to his shoulder as Ophelia patted it again. Again with the awkward shoulder pats? I thought she said yes and it wouldn't be awkward. She shook his head with a chuckle. "You going to join me or take care of your responsibilities miss head counselor?" his head tilted with the question and a smirk playing on his lips. Though he held his sadness it was down deep now, not daring to emerge until it was needed.

『☣』 Rochelle Di Angelo『☣』

Daughter of Hades ☠ Cabin 13 ☠ 16 ☠ Bisexual

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Tags: campfire crew, Isabelle -----> Isabelle, Ash
Location: Campfire ----> Outside room 207

Rochelle was about the correct Isabelle but only shut her mouth and shook her head. Not worth it. Even I don't know his name. "You can say that again." she said at the mention of heads being loud. Hers never shut up either, not only with her own thoughts but with the musings of the less fortunate, the less lively.

The funeral was uneventful, in her opinion since she had VIP access to the before show. She insisted on keeping herself and Isabelle in the shadows. "Well, I've seen what I needed to." she said as Orin and her half sister fled the scene. We should probably do the same. she looked to Isabelle. "Let's ditch this popsicle stand. Hold tight." Those were the famous last words before she tightened her grip on both her bag and best friend.

Shadow travelling had always been a mixture of comforting and unsettling. It seemed time worked differently while in the shadows. What had felt like hours in the shadows was only a few minutes in reality. After a few moments of aimlessly walking through the darkness she spotted it. A dark red string, that was nearly impossible to find, connected her to and unknown source which she figured was Teilo. How she knew his name now was unknown, most likely the connection. She put her hand on the string "Stay close" was all she said while following the string into the pitch black. She could feel the boys panic about something and shrugged it off as a bad dream, it was late.

Soon they had made it, she squinted at the halls bright light. Stepping out of the shadows she stood in front of a hotel door labeled 207. She looked up and down the hall before knocking on the door. "The boy must be here." she said mostly to herself. "Belle, my alarm didn't even go off. Why'd you wake me up already?" a British voice said on the other side of the door. Rochelle heard shuffling then a thud "Bollocks" the voice seemed agitated but kept hushed then the door opened and a boy around Rochelle's age with lavender hair was standing there. "You're not Belle, if you're room service you got the wrong suite. I didn't order anything." Rochelle raised an eyebrow. "Do we really look like room service to you?" the boy blinked his eyes groggily then scanned the girls. "Perhaps not, if you aren't room service then what do you want?" he asked, an injured hand went to one of his earrings. "Here to talk to Teilo and join the quest."

Now it was the boy's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Teilo's asleep and you aren't bothering him. But, if you really are here to help with the quest you'll want to talk to Mirabelle. But she's sleeping, like I was before you interrupted I may add, so it will have to wait..." he looked to a clock that wasn't there. "Four hours" she didn't know how he knew but that wasn't concerning her. "What should we do for those four hours?" "Not my problem. Go to the lobby or something." he was inching further into the room, clearly not about to let them in. Rochelle sighed and rolled her eyes looking to Isabelle for ideas.

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: auggie.
ivi outside cabin one.

it was just a moment that he needed. it was times like these that he quite missed his bed at home - or more specifically, the space underneath it that made for a comforting yet useless place to hide and wait for everything to boil over, even though it never did. the sparks didn't feel right in this atmosphere. they weren't quite controlled enough, the branches of light too interrupted by the air around them. he considered a vacuum, then threw the thought away. it had been a while since he had utilised that capability.

someone - it appeared that everyone's arrival needed an announcement, a fanfare, as though the sound of footfall wasn't enough to spark that reaction intrinsically. and then auggie's voice, which he assumed was the reason for the cutoff, though he wasn't quite sure he understood why that was the case. "i'm not dead. i suppose that counts for something," he said. "and, you know... last time i came back from the dead, it was followed by quite a few months of physio, and i'd rather a gun against my skull than that." he wasn't sure that was the truth, and it certainly didn't sound it in his own ears. didn't need to be convincing, really.

"i will be," it felt the most truthful answer to the question that he could muster. there would come a point that it would be fine. the panic would settle, the fear of being sent straight back down to the place he had come from would pass. everyone would forget except for him and that would make things easier. or maybe he'd just leave. he hadn't quite decided yet. an adult now - a scary thought - he didn't necessarily have to come back to camp next year. he hadn't had to come back at all. he had anyway. it was still up in the air as to whether that had been the right choice. "if the hustle had involved a shotgun -" he let the thought die, because it wasn't the point. "i was expecting it. sort of. not the gun, that did take me by surprise a bit, but the general kind of... naysaying, i knew that was gonna happen. i was ready for that, that's fine, it's just -" difficult, near impossible to prove that he was real while a version of him was being burnt simultaneously a few feet away. a change of topic, then. he took a step toward auggie, forgetting the cabin for a moment. "thank you, for - i mean, he could've shot you, you numskull, and i don't know what i would've - but thank you. " a brief image of the darkness that had curled around her hand. not the time to question that, but in the same vein - "are you? okay, i mean."

[WitchHazel]

Juliet Pratten
|⟡|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Campfire ➡ Cabin 11|Tags: Campfire Group|

Had Will... did he hesitate because of something she'd said? Was that why he was putting his gun down and welcoming Orin home? You know things are screwed up when I'm the voice of reason. No matter. The situation was resolved, for the time being. Orin and Auggie had taken off, and she didn't blame them. All the commotion had really made her realise how cold and tired she actually was.

Juliet adjusted the blanket around her shoulders, shaking off a sudden chill. "Well, now that the show's over -" she clasped her hands together "- I'm going to feed Romeo and then I'm hitting the sack. See ya, losers." With that, she threw them a peace sign with her fingers and started towards the Hermes cabin.


Liv Keary
|✂|15|She/Her|Iris (Unclaimed)|Location: Campfire ➡ Cabin 11|Tags: Campfire Group|

So much was happening all at once, and it made Liv's head hurt. There was some guy everyone was freaking out over. Someone playing a classic rock song on some sort of wooden wind instrument. Then there was a gun, and yelling. "We can have guns here?" Her murmured gasp went mostly unnoticed. "That's metal." Some cool girl with purple hair jumped in front of the gun, and then some guy who looked like the personification of a golden retriever. What the actual hell? Is everyone here crazy?

A few words from a greasy-looking girl in a blanket diffused the situation. The gun was lowered, a hand extended, and the tall guy walked away with the cool girl in tow. Horse-man said something about going to bed. Go to bed? How the hell can I sleep after all of that? Even so, Liv stood and followed the blanket girl back to cabin 11. At the very least, she could have some time to herself while everyone else slept.


Chuck Oakes
|❀|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Campfire ➡ Cabin 24|Tags: Campfire Group|

It all happened too fast for Chuck to process. As soon as the gun was trained on Orin, the jauntiness of 'Don't Fear the Reaper' immediately fell away. The panpipes were returned to his beltloop with shaky hands, his wide gaze trained on the two. He barely dared to breathe. Then Auggie was throwing herself in front of the shotgun, and then Hank. Many voices shouting, talking.

And then - "Mirabelle wouldn't want this." It was as if a magic spell had been cast. The mention of her name punched him in the gut with just how much he missed her, though it had been less than a day. Like, feels like a lifetime ago, man. The gun was lowered, the dead man walking away with purple-haired companion in tow. Chiron said something about sending everyone off to bed, but Chuck's brain hadn't caught up to the present yet. "Well... uh... like, that was enough excitement for me tonight, man." His voice shook almost as much as his hands. "Like, I'm gonna go to bed." Maybe this'll all make more sense in the morning.


Kathryn Blackwood
|☽|17|She/Her|Hecate|Location: Cabins Circle|Tags: Cricket, Lucy|

"Well that's something, at least..." Kathryn twirled the dagger in her hand, raising the tip to her lips in mock contemplation. "Whaddya say, Luce? Should I let him 'live'?" Her eyes travelled over to the daughter of Apollo, but quickly darted back to the spirit as his words caught up with her. 'Her'... now that could actually be helpful. "This 'her'... does she have a name?" With what we know, it has to be Khione or Vivienne. But no one saw either of them here, as far as I'm aware... maybe I'm just out of the loop from being conked out for so long. "If you don't know her name, a physical description will do nicely. Then, maybe I'll think about sparing your miserable little soul."


Audra Stark
|⛈|17|She/They|Kymopoleia|Ghost|Location: Hampton Inn ➡ Banks of the River Styx|Tags: Moxie ➡ Tavie|

Audra was about to say something heartfelt; to wish Moxie well... and then the older spirit said she hoped she wouldn't see her again. Instead, Audra crossed her arms over her chest and stuck out her tongue. Mischief gleamed in her eyes - there was no malintent intended by the gesture. "Pfft. Rude." Then she didn't have a body anymore. She was dimly aware of Tavie giving what sounded both like sage advice and a warning to Moxie before everything was a whirl of shadows and motion.

Again, Audra thanked the gods for her sea-legs. Even so, a bout of nausea overcame her, but she wasn't sure if that was due to the journey or the destination. She was about to turn to Tavie, to ask where 'here' was, but her questions were answered before she could even pose them. Charon. The ferry. It didn't feel real. A part of her never thought she would make it down here. And yet there they were, standing on the banks of the Styx. The river, not the band.

The phrase that came next brought with it a modicum of confusion, but also relief. She didn't want to be alone in such a dark, dreary place. "Wait with me? Only if you want to. I don't mind the company, though - these souls don't seem a lively bunch." She offered the reaper a sheepish grin, though unease roiled in her eyes. Is this what those waiting on the banks of the Styx for an eternity became? Lifeless husks of what they once were? She was about to speak, to say something more, when the taste of something cold and metallic invaded her mouth. A circular object, from what she could tell. One that was not meant to be there. Or was it?

Making a face, she spit the thing into the palm of her hand. It was a coin, gleaming gold in the darkness. What the hell? A drachma. No doubt intended to be used as pay for passage. Someone must've put a coin in my mouth after I died. It was Ancient Greek tradition, that much she recalled. A fee to pay the ferryman. The Underworld is weird.