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[ragemonster]

((OH I've seen those! They're cool. Must be a pain to lace 'em though. I have only one at the moment, plain ole black hi-tops. =P And yay!... 5,413 post! xD Jk, not that special. But WOO! 600. C:))

[kannagi]

Dylan

Dylan sighed, feeling too tired and drained to laugh at even Rose's sarcasm. He pressed his fingertips to his forehead and closed his eyes, utterly exhausted. "I think we should go to sleep," he mumbled. "It's been a long day. And it will only get longer from here on out."

Martin

Martin was tempted to slap Dylan. How could he be tired? Martin was hyped up on adrenaline and sugar; if Chiron let him, he'd probably start the quest right now. This was a chance to prove himself to everyone; to make them realize he's not entirely worthless. He'd been here since he was four, when his mother abandoned him. He had waited all those years, those almost 10 years to prove himself. Now was his moment; he couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces when he strode back into camp, alive, while these fools he was forced to travel with died off on the first day. Especially the Roman. Ugh.

(No matter what they say, the second time you write something is NEVER AS GOOD as the first time =.= I have aquamarine converse, maroon ones, blue ones with a neon pink border and neon pink laces, and hi-tops that are light gray, but are all sparkly so they're not disgusting xD I wanted to get these flourescent/neon green hi-tops that glowed in the dark, but they didn't have my size D: And congratulations, you have over 5,000! C: I had about 3,500 on one site once, but that was my max.)

[ragemonster]

((I know right? :c I remember I typed up this gloriously long and descriptive post... just to have the server crash and I lost EVERYTHING. Oh I was so madddd. And sweet, I like the gray ones and the black ones the most; I don't think I could ever wear the other kinds. I'm a bland person, I know lol.))

Rose

Rose nodded, yawning too. Too much excitement and anger and strained nerves had her almost passed out on her feet, now that she was thinking about it. Just then, Chiron came out of the bushes; obviously he was done speaking with Artemis. The goddess was nowhere in sight, but Chiron looked graver than ever. "Alright," he said heavily, "Off to bed with you all. You'll leave at dawn tomorrow morning. Get some good rest." Chiron turned and galloped off towards the Big House, where Rose assumed he slept.

[kannagi]

(I have been searching, for like, my WHOLE LIFEEE for lime green ones. Bright. Lime. Green. I MUST HAVE THEM X3 My aquamarine ones are my fav's behind the lime green ones.)

Amaryllis

Amaryllis couldn't help but be disappointed. Artemis had taken her with her, but she had refused to let her listen in on her conversation with Chiron. She only heard snippets, like, "rogue storm spirits... Roman complaints... casualties... Lamia escaped from the Fields of Punishment..."

Dylan

Dylan, who felt like there was cement in his feet, slowly trudged back to his cabin before collapsing on his bed, to exausted to even say goodnight to Claire and Marissa, who were staring at him, wide-eyed. He had thought there reaction would be different, as they knew him, but apparently they feared him, too.

[ragemonster]

((Try www.amazon.com They have tons of different stuff the stores don't. I've seen some... interesting Converse there. Never seen anything like 'em.))

Rose

Rose said a goodnight to Dylan, but she was pretty sure he didn't hear her. Understandable, what with all that had happened today, his mind must be befuddled with exhaustion, worry, and gods knew what else. Poor Dylan, Rose thought sleepily as she trudged up the cabin steps with Jacob, who pushed open the door that looked like it belonged in a bank. Just as she was about to go in, she noticed the Artemis Huntress, who was evidently the Lieutenant, walking back to the silver-colored cabin she assumed must belong to the moon goddess. Rose wanted to say hi, or greet the Lieutenant in some way, but she was just too tired. Besides, she would't expect an answer; the Huntresses didn't seem to be interested in the campers much, but Rose was quite interested in them. The whole thing about traveling with a goddess and hunting mythical beasts across the world... it sounded amazing to Rose, and she'd love to know more. Yawning, she walked into the cabin and just had time to register that Jake was laying on top of his covers, fully dressed, and half-asleep. "Sorry about what I said about your mom," he muttered sleepily, before snoring softly. "It's okay," Rose said after a minute, before following Jacob's example and going to sleep in what she was wearing.

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Dylan

Dylan sat up groggily in his bed. He quickly snapped out of his drowsiness though, and sped off to take a shower. It probably would be a long time before he took another one.

Martin

Martin packed up the last of his stuff. He'd been up since 4 in the morning, preparing for the quest. He wanted to make sure everything went according to plan.

He hung a satchel full of food, nectar, and ambrosia over one shoulder, his arrows over another, and his bow ontop of that. He couldn't help but feel like a pack mule.

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Rose

Rose and Jacob packed their things in a tense silence; they were both agitated at the looming prospect of the quest, which they, Dylan, and Martin would be leaving for in roughly an hour. Rose's bag was nearly packed already, as was Jake's, and they'd both showered. Rose slipped the drawstring closed on her pack, containing the bear necessities: three changes of clothes, a toothbrush, a Ziplock back full of ambrosia and nectar, a canteen, and a few gold drachma. She was clad in black hi-top Converse, blue jeans, and a white T-shirt with a faded old red plaid button-up long-sleeved shirt over it. She knew it was a bit chilly outside of camp still, though it was about a month away from being full-blown summer, and she wanted to have something to wear just in case.

She slapped on her Boston Red Sox hat over her blond hair, which was in a loose ponytail, and said to Jake, "I'm gonna go meet up with Dylan and Martin." Her brother said, "Wait, I'm done packing. I'm coming, too." Rose frowned a little at what her brother was wearing. "Shouldn't you dress... I dunno, a bit more warmly?" The only thing he had on were his shoes, also black Converse, a pair of blue jeans, and an orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt. He cocked a blond eyebrow at her. "I'm perfectly fine in this," he said. Rose rolled her eyes. "Whatever." They both walked out of the cabin, heading for the camp fire area, as was pre-decided.

The dawn air was cold and damp, feeling oddly refreshing in a bucket-of-cold-water-down-your-back sort of way. A few birds twittered here and there, but the attempt was half-hearted, at best. It seemed to Rose as if the entire camp were holding its breath because of the imminent quest ahead of them. Promptly deciding she was paranoid, Rose sat down on one of the four huge, long logs that surrounded the now-dead fire pit, waiting for the others to get there.

[kannagi]

(Soooo sorry for the uber late reply! :C I've been busy, somehow I managed to try out for 2 soccer teams in 2 weeks... O.O; Loooong story, to say the least xD Anyhow, after a bunch of intense training, several mile 1/2 runs, and sprints, I made one!)

Dylan

Dylan packed his bag carefully, though to be honest, what could he pack? Claire was up, and was actually very comforting. "You'll be fine," she murmured, as she grabbed his hand tenderly. Dylan couldn't help but blush, even though he knew Claire was coming from a sisterly calm-my-freaked-out-half-brother point of view. Besides, he never felt anything other than a family bond to his half-sisters.

Dylan shook his head. "I don't know what to do, Claire. This is a crazy mess... I don't even know what I'm doing on my own quest."

Claire squeezed his hand before letting it fall limp at Dylan's side. "You'll be fine," she repeated, and with a smirk, she added, "even if you are a Roman."

Dylan couldn't help but smile at that. "Thanks, Claire." He pulled his aureus out of his pocket, which quickly shifted into his 12-inch-long Imperial Gold sword. "I actually have a question for you, though."

She nodded and crossed her arms over her chest. "Ask away."

"Will we be fighting Roman or Greek monsters?"

She paused for a second, genuinely confused. "Erm, well... I would guess both."

Dylan sighed. "Of course."

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Twenty minutes later, Dylan walked out of his cabin with a drawstring bag slung over his shoulder, filled with two pairs of clothes, nectar and ambroisia from Claire, and about $25 American Dollars. He also had a $5 Canadian Dollar, though for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why. It was just sandwiched between the money he had earned from doing chores for his mother.

[ragemonster]

((S'okay. Glad you made one, though! Must be really exciting.))

Rose

Rose stretched, yawning, and put her arms on her legs, one arm propped up to support her head.
She was surprisingly calm on the outside about this whole endeavor, but though she wouldn't admit it, it felt like snakes were writhing around in her stomach. Did the rest of them feel this way? Probably not. Giving herself a shake, she stood up abruptly and began pacing. Thanks, ADHD.

She felt much more relaxed when she was up and moving, flipping her dagger in the air and catching it by the hilt rhythmically. It was a habit she'd developed, and it was oddly comforting now. It brought her down a few octaves on the freaked-out meter.

Jacob had apparently been watching her, as he said, in a surprisingly gentle voice, "You'll be fine. My first quest was great. Little adventure, little danger, little—well, okay, a lot of—killing things... It's great." He smiled when Rose turned to look at him, and she could feel her own disbelief and unease on her face when she nodded, but a second later it relaxed to just a bit anxious-looking. She wondered where Martin and Dylan were.

[kannagi]

(Yeah, I made it last year, too ^^; I might be one of the team captains C:)

Martin

It didn't take Martin long to find Dylan. Martin had just watched him ungraciously trip over a tree stump. He couldn't help but laugh, but quickly stopped at Dylan's death glare. "Let's get going." He said, a hint of amusement in his otherwise stoic voice.

Dylan nodded, brushed the remaining dirt off his jeans, and started off towards the fire pit. Last night the foursome had discussed a meeting place, right before they seperated and went off towards their individual cabins. Martin had suggested the firepit, and the other three agreed it would be a good place to meet.

Martin stopped to adjusted his backpack, shifting his weight slightly so it was easier to carry. Dylan bumped into him, obviously quite clumsly. Dylan shot Martin a slightly annoyed glare, before continuing on, not waiting for Martin. He sighed.

Dylan

The kid Dylan was forced to go on a quest with wasn't exactly what you'd expect a Demigod to look like; pale, skinny, undersized. He had wide blue eyes and fair light blonde hair, making him look younger than he already was. The Apollo camper didn't look as if he would last a week, even if he were just fighting a rogue wood nymph.

Martin stopped out of nowhere, catching Dylan off-guard. He was fiddling with the stupid backpack straps again. A little annoyed, Dylan didn't even bother to mutter a half-hearted "sorry", as he usually would've done. He was in a sour mood as it was, and the prospect of this little kid with his bug-eyed round glasses facing off deadly creatures just depressed him further. Dylan doubted he would come out of this alive; what about poor Martin?

Pressing forward, he was too sad to even look the camper in the eyes. He tried to put on a brave face as he neared the firepit.

He spotted Jacob first, and gave him a curt, acknowledging nod. He wasn't paying any attention to him, though; his mouth was set straight, and his eyes blazed with determination. Jacob didn't look scared nor nervous; actually, he looked cool and collected, as if he felt no emotion. His fists were clenched, as if he was already in a battle. He was ready to go.

Dylan? Not so much.