Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[takara]

Henry "Hank" Walker|17| He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Location:Cabin 7---> Big House |tags: Chiron-> open | mentions:

Just like that, Hank was off again, trying not to think about how Chiron's words stung. He knew that the centaur had his best interests at heart, but sometimes he would like a guardian who was a little, well, warmer. He winced, kicking himself for thinking poorly of the centaur. In his distraction, his foot collided with a patch of ice, and he went down hard, crashing into a snowbank.

Ouch! He held still a moment, letting the cold snow cool his hot temper. You'll go home someday, I promise. He told himself. Nothing felt broken, so he pulled himself up, pressing his hands into the achingly cold snow, but barely feeling it. Big House first, it's gonna be chaos with all the new arrivals, help organize. He told himself, rushing onward with a purpose, albeit paying more attention to his surroundings.

Agatha "Aggy" Clemson | 15 | She/her | Unknown (Ares)/Cabin 11| Location: Forest | tags: Jamie | Mentions: Azzy, Jamie

Someone slammed into her, making the remnants of her hot cocoa slide down her face. Not a good look on anyone, but especially distasteful to Aggy, who hated being dirty. She wheeled around to find the culprit, surprise widening her eyes for a moment when she recognized him as the scar boy from earlier.
"You!" She said gruffy. The punk who set me up earlier. She narrowed her eyes. "Would you care to explain why you set me up to get mocked by those "Ares" kids earlier?" She asked, putting air quotation marks around "Ares", as if she was still pretty sure half the things they spoke about at camp were made up. She glared at him, and it would've been fierce if there wasn't not-so-hot cocoa dripping down her face and onto her breastplate. She brushed a sleeve over her chin, not breaking her glare.

[indigo']

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Big House|tags:Orin

Auggie watched with concern, wondering when he didn’t respond at first if he was just going to ignore her presence and pretend he couldn’t hear her. He wouldn’t look at her and she couldn’t say she blamed him, it’s not like she’d ever voluntarily revealed her weaknesses to anyone. Part of her felt like talking to him would only make things worse, that he’d think she was picking a fight again, but it was too late to walk away now. He took a shuddering breath and then responded, the bluntness of his response a little unexpected, though she stayed where he was, her gaze steady on his crumpled form.

“You already are,” She said, in response to his comment about lying. If she knew one thing it was that nobody who was really fine ever had to say they were fine. She wasn’t surprised by his confession, after all wasn’t it the same thing she did? They both took it a different way, him acting all confident and unbothered all the time and her acting cold and careless, but they were both liars. “I’m not...” She hesitated, struggling to find the right words. “I know we’re not really...friends and...I’m probably the last person you want to talk to right now but...you know you don’t have to do this right?”

She was startled by the sincerity in her tone, she didn’t usually talk like this, and she definitely didn’t talk like this to somebody whose throat she’d held a knife to that same day, but now that she’d started she couldn’t stop. “You don’t have to lie for everyone all the time. You’re allowed to feel things you’re allowed...to break. I know it’s easier to pretend, trust me, I know. It’s easier to put on a face and act like nothing can hurt you, but you can’t do that all the time.” She was aware she was being a huge hypocrite, but she kept going anyways. “Because when you do that you end up crying in front of someone who you probably don’t want to see you crying because they punched you in the face and called you a giraffe earlier.” She finished, the barest hint of a smile on her face.

She tried to hide her own surprise at everything she’d just said, the raw honesty a brutal contrast to her usual cold demeanour. Something in the back of her mind tried to tell her that this was a set up, she was being tricked, nobody at this camp was really as weak and broken as she was and Orin was about to reveal his unmarked face and laugh at her. But she knew that wasn’t true, she’d been at camp long enough to know she wasn’t the only one putting up a bold front.

Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|Big House|tags:Azumaril, Aggy

Jamie glanced back at Azumaril’s words, then back to the younger girl in front of him, not sure he wanted to turn his back on her. “I’m uh—yeah, I’m fine.” He stuttered, his gaze flicking back and forth between them before he turned his attention to Aggy, eyes widening in surprise. “What? I didn’t— I warned you to be careful!” He stared at her in disbelief, frowning in confusion at her use of quotation marks. Did she think he’d lied about them being Ares campers? He didn’t really understand the girl’s attitude or why she seemed to have a vendetta against him when he’d done nothing wrong to her, but he was pretty sure he didn’t want to find out if she’d found the whetstone she’d been looking for earlier. “I’m sorry they mocked you,” He said quickly, apologizing even if it wasn’t his fault. “Really, that wasn’t my intention. I swear.”

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Azumaril tags Jamie and aggy

Azumaril watches with keen interest. Watching the scene unfold

[sammy,]

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big house
zeus - counselor
mentioned: auggie
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orin let out a bitter laugh as he was confronted with the prospect of still lying. "yeah," he muttered, screwing his face up as he tried to get rid of the tears that bubbled endlessly. she went on a spiel about whether he didn't need and eventually, he shook his head. there was something incorrect about what she was saying, but he couldn't put his finger on it yet.

when he settled on something to say, he lifted his head. he imagined he looked quite the state, and didn't look her right in the eye for fear of seeing his reflection in her irises. "i have to," he said. "i'm not - you know, i'm no hercules. no-one looks at me and sees zeus. and then they find out and they think, you know, he's just gonna be up himself. so i have to be this - this character who's constantly up in the clouds. nothing bothers him, nothing can hurt him." he frowned. "i don't know if you've noticed, but people don't tend to like me." a noise that should have been a laugh. "and that's okay. if i can make 'em annoyed at me instead of upset with the world, then it's - it's a win. i can take that on. that's my responsibility. it's always been my responsibility. i have to stay together. i have to be the normal when everything's abnormal."

he said it and his shoulders sunk. "but i can't. i can't. i don't wanna be here, auggie. i've got all these priorities, and none of them make any sense. they just stack on top of each other, and it hurts, and i should - i should be allowed to fall apart. i should. but i've got no time to. i don't have permission." tears brimmed again, fell with blinks. "one side of me says that i have to go home. 'cause it's what normal people would do. it's what people do when bad things happen. but the other side says that if i do that, then people could die. i'm shirking my responsibilities." he wiped his cheek, aware it did nothing for him in the long run. "no matter what i do, it's the wrong decision."

[indigo']

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Big House|tags:Orin

Auggie didn’t bat an eye when he lifted his tear stained face, though she noticed he was still avoiding her gaze. She didn’t give him a pitying look, she barely even looked sympathetic. She didn’t know what was going on inside his head or what had happened to make him break down like this, but she understood feeling like you needed to lie all the time, like it was the only way to gain some semblance of control in this world, and if you didn’t do that you might fall apart at the seams.

She wanted to say that no one expected him to be Zeus but she wasn’t sure how true that was, and she wasn’t the type to lie for the sake of comfort. Everyone at camp had some sort of expectation thrust onto them from the moment they arrived, there was no hiding from the unjustified conclusions that came along with having a godly parent. She listened as he spoke, letting the words sink in. She almost burst out laughing at his mention of people not liking him, making people annoyed at him being a responsibility. She cut herself off quickly, shaking her head to show that she wasn’t laughing at him. “Sorry, it’s just...” It’s just too familiar. She finished the thought in her head.

“You think if you can control the way you’re perceived you can control everything around you?” Her words were quiet, barely audible, and her gaze drifted, as if she wasn’t quite speaking to Orin anymore. Her eyes snapped back to him and she frowned slightly. “It’s not your job to hold it together for everyone else. Nobody put that on you.”

She felt an ache in her chest at his next words, about not wanting to be here and not being able to fall apart. She slumped down to the floor, her back against a leg of the chair he was sitting in. He was right, she couldn’t argue with any of that. No matter what happened in the outside world, they always had duties beyond that. They were always responsible for something none of them had asked to be a part of. “I know...” She said quietly. “I don’t think there ever is a right decision for us.” By ‘us’ she meant demigods, but she figured that went without saying. “But we’re not normal. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but nobody here is normal.” She said, glancing up at him. “And sometimes every option is a bad one, and that hurts...and it’s okay that it hurts. But you’re never the only one feeling that way.”

Her gaze drifted down to her feet, sneakers still slightly damp from the trek through the snow. “Honestly, I wouldn’t blame you for leaving. Even now. If I had anywhere else to be I’d...” She trailed off, unsure what she would do in that situation. She’d never abandon camp. She could never leave all her responsibilities here behind and run away like she’d done with the mortal world when she was younger. As cold as she acted, she didn’t hate anyone here, and she wouldn’t want to be responsible for any of them getting hurt. But none of that mattered, she didn’t have anywhere or anyone to go to anyways.

[sammy,]

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big house
zeus - counselor
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the laugh that she held back made him shake his head, but a wry smile appeared on his face. even in the darkest of hours, it was still a joke. was that a commentary? he wasn't quite sure. "yeah. i know. it just comes naturally," he said, moving his eyes to look up at the ceiling. there was still a burning at the back of his throat, pushing against his vocal cords.

"there, you got it," he nodded. "if i'm annoying on purpose and people find me annoying, then they've fallen into my trap. they can't find the real me annoying, because they don't know who he is." a pause. "saying that, i'm not even sure who the real me is." there were scraps left - a scared child, a confused adolescent, an angry teenager. all had built up to this, the man who played the maggot. "you're a head counsellor. you get it. if the heads start screaming. if the heads get scared, then the other campers start getting nervous." he breathed.

she slumped down next to him, and he felt as though he was allowed to look straight ahead again. "and yet we still have to choose. there's no normal life left. it's all dust," he clenched his jaw. "it's not that i'm bothered about being normal or not. it's just - when - when you're supposed to choose between saving the world and - and saying goodbye to someone - or looking after your family, it's like... the world can wait, right? but it can't. and i'm getting pretty impatient."

"i haven't decided yet," orin said. "i'm still weighing it in my head. it's the only time i'll have. right now, right here, it matters. it's all happening, and it's - i don't get this opportunity again. you only get to say a last goodbye once." he was aware she wasn't privy to the context he was holding close to his chest, but he didn't feel it mattered yet. "and most of the time, you don't even realise that it's the last time. that's the worst bit. i -" two tears fell in tandem. "just for a second, i wish they'd all shut up. all of 'em. all of the titans, all of the gods, all of the people who've got a problem with me 'cause it's cool to have a problem with me -" he bit down on his lip at the thought. "made someone cry earlier. i didn't even care. i was angry that they were crying and i wasn't. they didn't know. they just jumped at my throat, and i thought - you know, does no-one actually respect me? have i done all this just to end up being the target? i don't know if i can do it for that much longer."

[takara]

Henry "Hank" Walker|17| He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Location:Cabin 7---> Big House |tags: Chiron-> open | mentions:

Just like that, Hank was off again, trying not to think about how Chiron's words stung. He knew that the centaur had his best interests at heart, but sometimes he would like a guardian who was a little, well, warmer. He winced, kicking himself for thinking poorly of the centaur. In his distraction, his foot collided with a patch of ice, and he went down hard, crashing into a snowbank.

Ouch! He held still a moment, letting the cold snow cool his hot temper. You'll go home someday, I promise. He told himself. Nothing felt broken, so he pulled himself up, pressing his hands into the achingly cold snow, but barely feeling it. Big House first, it's gonna be chaos with all the new arrivals, help organize. He told himself, rushing onward with a purpose, albeit paying more attention to his surroundings.

^^will update with next Ophelia

Agatha "Aggy" Clemson | 15 | She/her | Unknown (Ares)/Cabin 11| Location: Forest | tags: Jamie | Mentions: Azzy, Jamie

She blinked at him, confused, but patience wearing thin. In one sweeping motion, she pulled out her cutlass and stepped close. Intending to threaten him. But with her sword halfway to his chest, her eyes were drawn to Flora's celestial bronze glow. She looks different in this light, she mused, turning the blade over to watch the light play over it. She nearly forgot about the other camper, but caught herself and shoved the blade back into it's sheath, shaking her head as if pulling herself from a trance. "I'll let it slide- this time" She said, turning and heading farther into the house, on the hunt for a cozy chair after the day's excitement.

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Cabin 10|Tags: Juliet, Draco --> Ophelia|

Mirabelle gritted her teeth against the cold wind as the centaur started to move, mentally willing her body to warm itself up already. The Aphrodite head counselor was not someone who liked to be seen in vulnerable positions. Hide her emotions behind a wall of cheer? Check. Do everything in her power not to inconvenience anyone? Check. Dumb herself down to fit in? Check. But be seen as vulnerable? Never.
Thankfully, the act of moving around - even on horseback, if she could call it that - seemed to be clearing her mind a bit. Though she usually disliked physical contact, she was secretly grateful for the warmth the centaur's large body provided. Her brow furrowed as she felt his sadness well up into pure pain, threatening to overwhelm her; and probably him, for that matter. She made a mental note to check in with him once she was back in good health. She at least wanted to ask his name. After all, Mirabelle prided herself on knowing everyone by name.
When the two reached Cabin 10 after dropping Skylar off at the Big House, she could instantly feel a storm of someone else's emotions emanating from within. She allowed Juliet to help her down off the centaur's back, albeit reluctantly. She was still trembling with cold, and didn't exactly trust her feet to work. Regardless, she was more concerned about whoever was inside the cabin. The energy certainly felt familiar, but she couldn't quite place a finger on who it belonged to.
When Juliet helped her into the cabin, the painful feelings only intensified. Mirabelle did her best to shut her amokenisis off, but her abilities did not respond. Juliet was saying something - no doubt an excuse to get away from what Mirabelle thought were the sounds of heart-wrenching sobs. She simply nodded in response, not trusting her speech to be coherent, what with her teeth chattering and all. She carefully untangled herself from the other girl and leaned against one of the bunk beds instead.
Walking faster than she probably should have, the Aphrodite head counselor made it to her bed in a shorter time than she would have thought. She quickly stripped off her frost-covered armour and changed into something much more comfortable - not to mention warm and dry. A fashionably baggy sweater that was a light shade of peachy pink replaced her frozen shirt, and she donned a pair of black fleece-lined leggings. After putting on some fuzzy socks and throwing her winter coat over her shivering body, her thoughts immediately turned back to whoever was sobbing nearby.
It wasn't hard to locate the source, though she still relied on bedframes to support much of her weight as she made her way to her cabinmate. Her heart melted when she discovered who it was. In all her years at Camp Half-Blood, she didn't think she had ever seen Ophelia cry. Not even once. As such, she was rather unprepared as to how to react in this situation. Her slowly reawakening mind worked fast, though. She decided to go with a more gentle approach.
"Hey, Oph-phelia?" Mirabelle called softly, internally cursing her chattering teeth. She hesitated, leaning up against Ophelia's bedframe more out of necessity than anything else. "Are y-you okay?" The question seemed silly - of course she wasn't okay, poor thing was practically crying her heart out - but it seemed the right approach in the situation. Nonetheless, she braced herself for a biting or sarcastic remark.


|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Outside Cabin 10|Tags: Mira, Draco, Ophelia --> Open|

Juliet took off towards Cabin 10 without a second thought, though her progress was impeded by the heavy snow. That same Ares kid from earlier was leading the small group that Juliet had seen tackle the snowman, headed in the direction of the Big House. The snowman's angry face glowered at her atop the camper's spear as she darted by. She made a silly face at it as she passed. ...might not have been the best idea, in hindsight. A few of the Ares kids had apparently thought she was antagonising them and not the decapitated snowman. Luckily, they seemed content with just hurling a few very loud and very inappropriate insults her way.
She reached Cabin 10 well before the centaur dude and Mira, though she was perfectly content waiting outside for them. Sure, it was cold, but she would rather wait outside than spend more time than necessary in that Barbie house of a cabin. When the centaur arrived with Mirabelle on his back, she let out a small breath of relief. She noticed that Mira seemed more alert than she had been previously - which was a good thing, right? Juliet didn't really know. But at least she seemed somewhat congnisant of her surroundings. The willowy blonde gave her a grudging look as she helped her down from the centaur's back, but didn't protest further at Juliet's offer of aid. She helped her inside the cabin, supporting most of her weight.
As soon as they entered Cabin 10, Juliet froze. She thought she could make out the distinct sounds of sobbing somewhere within. Crying was not something she was prepared to deal with right now. Or ever, for that matter. "Um... If you're sure you won't fall over again, I'll just be outside or something," she said hastily. "You've got this from here, right?"
Thankfully, Mira nodded, proceeding to lean against one of the bunk beds instead of Juliet so she could make her escape. The daughter of Hermes didn't need to be told twice. She backed out of the cabin, checking briefly to make sure Mira was still standing before she made her final exit.


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Medical Tent|Tags: Med Tent Gang|

Chuck did his best to help the demigods and other beings in the medical tent get the wounded and unconscious campers ready for transport. Everyone was outfitted with a blanket or a coat, thanks to Cresolis' supply run earlier. Worry clouded his mind. Worry for the demigods, for the wild creatures unprepared for a sudden winter, and most of all, worry for his friends. Though panic threatened to overtake him, Chuck pushed through as best he could. One of the best things for him to do in a situation like this was be useful, he reckoned. Or at least attempt to. He kept that thought in mind as he passed a roll of bandages and some ambrosia to one of the Apollo campers.


|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Harper's|Tags: Nicholas|

Despite her need to remain stoic, Vivienne jumped when the sound of shattering glass penetrated her eardrums. Cursing her frazzled nerves, she did her best to reassemble her broken composure as Nicholas approached her. She stared at the small bone he had given her, mind as analytic as always. Delicate and fragile, her brief investigation told her. Most likely avian. It held a strange beauty to it, albeit a morbid one. She slipped the off-white object into her left hand pocket, being sure to remember where she’d placed it. Vivienne was silent as Nicholas bid her farewell, though one portion of his words had confused her a bit. Xaliphax? Her icy eyes narrowed. Perhaps his horse? He is a Horseman, after all - he must have one. She hadn’t seen any horses around when she’d come in here. The thought struck her that it probably had a more modern disguise or appearance, though she was unsure as to what it could be. With that, she gave the Horseman a sharp nod and headed on her way.

[takara]

Ophelia Rogers | 16 | She/her | Aphrodite/Cabin 10 | Location: Cabin 10 | tags: Mirabelle | Mentions: Orin?

She startled a little at being addressed. Ophelia hadn't even heard Mira come in over the static in her head.
She sat up and pressed the pillow to her chest, reaching out a hand to tap a spot beside her on the bed. She didn't trust her voice yet. She shoved a blanket toward Mira's shaking frame, worry adding itself to the mass in her throat. Your failing her again! The voice called out, sing-song and proud.
But kept her eyes on Mira's face, studying her as if for the last time, trying to note every detail. She glided over her powdered jaw, the perfect hair, her puffy coat (still on inside?!)

When she did speak, her words were staggered and barely audible over the groan of the heating system. "Hey... Mira...is there a way to...like shut off the powers?" She asked, afraid of the answer. "I just...I'd like to be normal for once..." She said, looking down and pressing her damp face into her pillow. The tears were coming again, right when she'd thought they were finally over. "I don't want to feel things for people who don't!" She shrieked into her pillow. First there'd been the father, dropping her the moment he found that she wouldn't use her position to serve as a link to her mother, the mother who chose to opt out when she couldn't, the boy who felt like something awful, but had only hurt when she had, for once, wanted to help. She squeezed around her pillow, making herself as small as she felt. She was trembling, her breaths shaking her like a newborn foal.

She let another wobbly one out, then pulled up just a little, peaking her eyes out over her pillow. And now you've fallen again. "You shouldn't have to hear all this!. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry!" She sobbed, a new wave of tears broke, and she huddled up again.

Henry "Hank" Walker|17| He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Big House |tags: Jamie, Azzy, open | mentions: Aggy

Hank made it to the Big House without any other major incidents. He bonded up the stairs and pulled open the door, ready to flash anyone in sight with a lopsided grin. The scene that greeted him was not one for a grinning, and it feel off his face as he entered. Before he could step in, the redheaded person was off to who knows where. He wrinkled his brow and turned to Jamie.
"What was that all about?" He asked, ready to take charge should the situation call for it.

[indigo']

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Big House|tags:Orin

Auggie let out a huff of a laugh, though her face remained devoid of humour. “Yeah, I get it,” She muttered. “You think I wanted to be...this?” She asked, hesitating for a moment before gesturing to herself and the dark, ripped clothing she always wore. “I have to be intimidating...I have to make people be afraid of me because if they’re not...” She cut herself off, biting down on the words rather than saying them out loud. She didn’t know why she was saying any of this, what was compelling her to open up right now. But she had to stop for the exact reason she was trying to avoid saying. “It’s easier to give people a reason to hate me.” She said quietly, her voice barely a whisper.

She simply nodded in response to his words. She wasn’t sure she knew who she was anymore either, if you play a part for long enough you start to become the character you’ve created and it gets harder and harder to remember who you once were. The part about being a head counsellor was true too. If the older campers started to break down then everyone would fall apart, it was their duty to put on a brave mask in the face of tragedy.

Although she didn’t know the exact context of Orin’s situation, she could still understand the general idea. Her mind wandered to her own family, or lack thereof. She hadn’t had the chance to say goodbye—or at least she hadn’t taken it. She didn’t know what it felt like to lose a loved one when she felt like she’d never had any in the first place. You can’t get lonely if you don’t know anything other than being alone. She wasn’t sure how to respond to his words, rather than offering weak, meaningless condolences, so she just sat and listened, offering support in her silence.

“I am sorry, you know.” She said finally, looking over at him despite the fact that he was still avoiding her face. “About earlier. It wasn’t...it didn’t have anything to do with you. I was just taking out...everything and you happened to be there.“ She admitted. “It wasn’t out of lack of respect, I would’ve threatened anyone.” She added with a weak smile. “I’ve been told I give terrible advice, though it’s usually intentional, but...if you have people who care about you, don’t lose a chance to be with them...even if it’s to say goodbye. Not everyone is so lucky to have that.” She added, looking back down at her shoes.

Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|Big House|tags:Azumaril, Aggy

Jamie stepped back with wide eyes when the younger girl drew her knife, which looked freshly sharpened. He opened his mouth to protest but no sound came out. It didn’t matter, just as he thought he was about to be gutted like a fish, the girl seemed to be distracted by the shininess of her own blade. He watched with a petrified expression, to afraid to speak in case snapping her out of this trance earned him a knife in the chest. He let out a long breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding as she put the knife back into it’s sheathe. “Uh...thanks,” He squeaked, unsure what exactly he was thanking her for, but grateful he was still alive regardless. He watched Aggy go, still frozen to his spot with fear.

He turned as he heard the front door open and another voice addressing him. “Not—“ His voice came out in a squeak and he cleared his throat before trying again. “Not sure, but I think she wants to kill me for...well, I actually don’t know what she thinks I did.” He shrugged.