Camp Half-Blood V.2 - Open and Accepting!

[Silver Pandorica]

ᴄᴀsᴇʏ
Male // 16 // Hades // Tags: Elena // x

Casey couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy at her comment. How had she managed to get so close to the busy god? Most demigods didn’t have close relationships or even any contact with their godly parent. They were much to busy to bother with their children. With a sigh, he leaned back and finished off his coffee, changing the subject. “Well, I’m going to get in some practice before the games. You can come if you like?” The words were out of his mouth before he even realized what they were. He always preferred to practice combat alone, and yet, he’d just invited Elena to come with him. Before any other stupid questions could come out of his mouth, he stood up.

ɢᴡᴇɴ
Female // 14 // Hermes // Tags: None // x

Gwen wolfed down her breakfast, licking the syrup off her fingers as she finished off her fourth pancake. Gosh, the food here was good. The first thought that had popped into her head when she arrived here some time ago was whether or not the food would be decent. And it was. It was more than satisfying. The day was perfect. Gorgeous clear skies hung overhead, and as she looked out across the field, she saw her brother trudging towards the pavilion. “Buenos dias, sleepy head!” She called, waving. He rolled his eyes and ignored her.

[Akashic Records]

X|Chloe Myers|Female|17 years|Homosexual|Crush: none/open|Poesidon|Location: Arena|Tags; Juliet Pratten

"Thanks." I smiled, before immediately breaking into a sprint straight at Juliet. I considered opening the fight on a direct note, attacking her head on, but I decided to test her with more of a 'fake-out' instead. Last second, I dropped into a slide and swerved to Juliet's side, swiftly rising to my feet to deliver a knuckle jab quickly followed by a swipe from my blade.

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|Female|Aphrodite|Counselor|Steps of Cabin 10|Tags: Mark|

“No, no, it’s totally convenient,” Mirabelle uttered without thinking. She immediately realised what she’d just said and turned an even deeper shade of crimson. “I - um - what I mean is - it’s just that -” she quickly cut herself off, chewing the inside of her cheek as she frantically tried to make sense of the tumult of battling thoughts in her brain. After a few more moments of stammering, Mirabelle finally found the words she was looking for. “I really like you. I do. It’s just... I’m just...” a sigh escaped her. “I’m pretty messed up, Mark. There are things... well, let’s just say you might not like me the same way if you knew.” She averted her eyes from him, bringing her knees up to her chest to try to hide how vulnerable she felt. Of course, it did exactly the opposite.


|Juliet Pratten|Female|Hermes|Arena|Tags: Chloe|

Juliet was about to dodge Chloe’s head on attack when the other girl veered to the side. Juliet failed to avoid the jab, but quickly swerved to dodge the swipe of the blade. Oof. That was close. Her flesh stung where she’d been hit, and she reckoned she’d probably have a good bruise there in a few hours. “A feint,” she wheezed; impressed. “Nice.” While she talked, she regained her balance and spun around to return the blow, slashing at Chloe’s side.

[jungwonie]

Mark Howwe
• Son of Athena • Tags: Mirabelle

Mark felt his heart thudding against his chest. He rested the side of his face against his hand, watching her as she spoke. She really looks upset.. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything, he thought, clutching his knees. “I’ve made mistakes in my lifetime too, Mira. Mistakes. Bad things. That’s what shape us into who we are. I’m sure nothing you’ve done could ever make me stop lov- liking you,” he said, trying to find her eyes. He could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks on the backs of his hands. “There’s a lot of things that I don’t know about you, Mira, and I’d love to hear them when you’re ready, whether good or bad. But those things were the past you. From whenever they’ve happened, you’ve changed, and that’s what matters.”

Maddox Harries
• Son of Hecate • Tags: Open •


Maddox was already up before any other camper. He’d been up, practicing his control over the mist and the mental casting of spells. Already, he’d managed to burn one of his younger sister’s books, something romantic, he assumed from the cover. Otherwise, he was working just fine. He pulled on regular camp clothes and headed out to the dining pavillions, grabbing a decent plate of food, sacraficing half to his mother, though his prayers could never fuel the goddess of witchcraft.


Lilianna Greene
• Daughter of Poseidon • Tags; Juno •


Hearing the signal emit from his mouth, she crouched into an offensive position. She ran at him, blade in hand and ready to jab, and prepared to be parried, but at last second, she flew off to the side and jabbed at his side. Her jab wasn’t hard enough to draw blood, just enough to cause a bruise to form afterwords. She retreated, holding her wooden weapon close to her.

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|Female|Aphrodite|Counselor|Steps of Cabin 10|Tags: Mark|

Mirabelle’s heart warmed as she looked up to meet Mark’s gaze. Though her eyes brimmed with unshed tears, a wavering smile tugged at her lips. “Thanks,” she said gratefully, blinking a few times. “I... um...” she cleared her throat and took a deep breath before continuing. “I feel less alone now.” Without looking, she reached out and took his hand in her own.


|Juliet Pratten|Female|Hermes|Arena|Tags: Chloe|

Juliet was about to dodge Chloe’s head on attack when the other girl veered to the side. Juliet failed to avoid the jab, but quickly swerved to dodge the swipe of the blade. Oof. That was close. Her flesh stung where she’d been hit, and she reckoned she’d probably have a good bruise there in a few hours. “A feint,” she wheezed; impressed. “Nice.” While she talked, she regained her balance and spun around to return the blow, slashing at Chloe’s side.

[jungwonie]

Mark Howwe
• Son of Athena • Tags: Mirabelle

A smile tugged at Mark’s lips at her. His face blazed at her grabbing his hand, but he brushed his thumb along her knuckles in an assuring manor. “As long as I’m around, you’ll never be alone, Mira,” he said in a reassuring tone. He’d never felt as happy, except for last summer, but that was the past. What mattered, is that he’d just told the daughter of Aphrodite how he felt, and how he’d always be there for her. If any of the children of Aphrodite came back to their cabin, they’d see their head counselor sitting with Athena’s head counselor holding hands. It was a possibility it could be spread around camp by the Aphrodite kids, but Mira made him happy, and that’s what really mattered.

Maddox Harries
• Son of Hecate • Tags: Open •


Maddox was already up before any other camper. He’d been up, practicing his control over the mist and the mental casting of spells. Already, he’d managed to burn one of his younger sister’s books, something romantic, he assumed from the cover. Otherwise, he was working just fine. He pulled on regular camp clothes and headed out to the dining pavillions, grabbing a decent plate of food, sacraficing half to his mother, though his prayers could never fuel the goddess of witchcraft.


Lilianna Greene
• Daughter of Poseidon • Tags; Juno •


Hearing the signal emit from his mouth, she crouched into an offensive position. She ran at him, blade in hand and ready to jab, and prepared to be parried, but at last second, she flew off to the side and jabbed at his side. Her jab wasn’t hard enough to draw blood, just enough to cause a bruise to form afterwords. She retreated, holding her wooden weapon close to her.

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|Female|Aphrodite|Counselor|Steps of Cabin 10|Tags: Mark|

For once, Mirabelle didn't care about what any of her cabinmates would think if they saw her sitting with Mark like this. They should be returning from breakfast soon, she reckoned, but her usual anxiety didn't accompany this thought. Instead, she felt a steadfast calm take hold; an emotion she hadn't had the luxury of in a long time. Her smile broadened at that thought. It had actually felt good to talk about her emotions on her own terms. Now that she was in a state of tranquility, her body relaxed and she leaned closer to Mark. She did have to make sure her cabin was completely spotless, seeing as the counselor who was inspecting cabins that day tended to be overly critical. Especially when it came to her own cabin. But Mirabelle didn't want to move; she was really enjoying simply being with Mark on the steps of Cabin 10.


|Juliet Pratten|Female|Hermes|Arena|Tags: Chloe|

Juliet was about to dodge Chloe’s head on attack when the other girl veered to the side. Juliet failed to avoid the jab, but quickly swerved to dodge the swipe of the blade. Oof. That was close. Her flesh stung where she’d been hit, and she reckoned she’d probably have a good bruise there in a few hours. “A feint,” she wheezed; impressed. “Nice.” While she talked, she regained her balance and spun around to return the blow, slashing at Chloe’s side.

[Akashic Records]

X|Chloe Myers|Female|17 years|Homosexual|Crush: none/open|Poesidon|Location: Arena|Tags; Juliet Pratten

I grinned, the adrenaline in my blood flaring up as I pressed forward. I expected a counterattack, so I parried Juliet's strike to my side. Juliet's attack was faster than I expected, and I was a bit out of practice so I almost peeled the skin off my knuckles in the process; Thank the gods these knives have knuckle guards.

I'd lost a bit of momentum attempting that parry, so my following attacks would be more predictable. Realizing this, I decided to poise myself as if I were to go for a direct hit towards Juliet's chest, before changing last second to swing for a cross punch towards her shoulder instead.

[honeykid]

★ [ dylan ross ] - [ son of poseidon ] - [ tagged; none ]
Dylan sat in the dining pavilion, chewing on a crunchy apple. He looked around and noticed that it was a bit empty. It was late in the morning and he had slept in for most of it, dreaming about something to do with... seahorses? It was weird but he was grateful for at least having a normal dream. You don't get many of those when you are a demigod. Dylan quickly finished his small breakfast and headed to the training arena to practice with his sword, saltstriker. He did this every morning as he thought it was important to be prepared for everything and anything. The gravel and dirt crunched under his feet as he made his way there.

★ [ morgan andrews ] - [ hunter of artemis ] - [ tagged; none ]
Morgan sat up against a small boulder near the archery range, soaking up the sun. She had woken up early to practice with her silver bow before the demigods came out to play. She still couldn't believe this was her life even after forty-some-odd years. Her mortal brain still couldn't comprehend all this god and goddess stuff but she had learned to just go with it. After all, she would've had to if she was to be hunting monsters with Artemis. She closed her eyes and smiled to herself. Not only because she kind of liked being in this crazy world but because she loved the feeling of the suns warmth on her skin. Morgan felt overly comfortable in that moment, so much that she started to doze off.

[jungwonie]

Mark Howwe
• Son of Athena • Tags: Mirabelle

The silence between the two was acceptable. It was one of those comfortable, happy silences. Mark blushed a little harder when Mira leaned into him. He slung his arm around her shoulders, reconnecting their hands with his own free one. He moved closer so there was no longer any space between the two. He noticed a few campers were coming back to their cabins. A few of his younger siblings caught him with Mira, but he was happy and they could wait. He smiled down at Mira, brushing his thumb over her knuckles once again.

Maddox Harries
• Son of Hecate • Tags: Open •


Maddox was already up before any other camper. He’d been up, practicing his control over the mist and the mental casting of spells. Already, he’d managed to burn one of his younger sister’s books, something romantic, he assumed from the cover. Otherwise, he was working just fine. He pulled on regular camp clothes and headed out to the dining pavillions, grabbing a decent plate of food, sacraficing half to his mother, though his prayers could never fuel the goddess of witchcraft.


Lilianna Greene
• Daughter of Poseidon • Tags; Juno •


Hearing the signal emit from his mouth, she crouched into an offensive position. She ran at him, blade in hand and ready to jab, and prepared to be parried, but at last second, she flew off to the side and jabbed at his side. Her jab wasn’t hard enough to draw blood, just enough to cause a bruise to form afterwords. She retreated, holding her wooden weapon close to her.