Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[FerretMonarch]

Ai Uragirimono•18•nonbinary (they/them)• Gay•child of Loki•Location: by the cabins• tags: Jen

Ai looked at Ryan's arm for a second and then back at her eyes.

"Is it a Greek custom to have someone lead by the arm?" Ai asked in confusion.

Ai nodded. "Yeah. I can control it pretty well; I just forget we're not at the Hotel and that it's not common here. And there's lots of exciting smells and sounds and things."

Ai blushed in embarrassment before flashing her a sharp-toothed grin.

"I can't control my teeth though they've always been a little sharper then most and I can't fix that." Ai admitted hoping it wasn't a problem.

They fixed their ears and tail so they wouldn't show and silently prayed to their father that he wouldn't get excited enough for them to show.

[wanda.]

──X𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐎𝐍 ──────────────

xxx[ ❀ ] daughter of demeter, age eighteen, tags; leo, currently; outside

thunder crackled across the sky as it darkened. “what in the,” rose pushed off of her spot on the ground, furrowing her brows in confusion. looking around she began to move towards the centre of camp. quickening her pace, she saw others begin to gather around something, she then spotted someone walking away. why were they walking away? what happened? if possible, her frown deepened and she changed course. it’d be easier to talk to someone alone than shout over a crowd.

“hey!” she called out. whoever it was either ignored or didn’t hear her as he continued walking, biting her tongue lightly, she focused on a nearby tree root to lift itself up and catch his left foot, tripping him. she flinched slightly, having not expected for it to be quite that effective and quickly jogged to catch up with him. “i am so sorry, i didn’t mean for that to happen, i swear, i just meant to get your attention and i am so sorry!” she apologised quickly offering a hand, wincing as she did so.

[*Lovel*]

『❄❅』 Aydan Hunt『❅❄』

Son of Khione ☃ Cabin 22 ☃ 16 ☃ Heterosexual

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Tags: Ophelia, Open
Location: Lake, On way to the Dining Pavilion

I'll be going. Maybe Aydan had made her uncomfortable in some way. "Right." He said simply not knowing what else to say. He didn't want to push her to stay or ask him to come along, that needed to happen organically. He returned her smile and watched as she made her way to the dining pavilion. If he had an appetite before it was surely gone now. He made his way closer to the lake and sat down in the snow at its edge. All the feelings he had been holding in were finally catching up to him more in his solitude. He felt his eyes burn as they welled up.No, I'm not going to cry anymore. The signs were there, you just didn't want to see them. The days upon days I'd be left with my Gran, the Sunday meet up at the local breakfast place for the trade odds, the flirting with the waitresses. It was all there. Now accept it. He didn't want to, he didn't want to think about the pain this fact caused to him and his grandmother. He didn't want to face the fact he put his own father in a coma and another family was going through the same pain he was, close to the same fear.

He hadn't realized when it happened or why but when he looked up the lake had been unfrozen. Aydan in disbelief went to place a hand to the water, his hand met with the cold water instead of hard ice. He pulled his hand out and shook it a bit before wiping it on his hoodie to dry it. He felt a sense of relief, like melting away the lake meant he finally accepted what his father had done. Not feeling any tears on his face he wiped it with his hoodie sleeve to make sure, nothing.

Later he'll have to face the wrath of his grandmother, maybe by then Ophelia will have forgiven him for whatever he had done. Maybe he could have a normal conversation about his feelings without them taking over his actions. Would he finally confess everything, was he ready for that? He wasn't sure. That was for future Aydan to figure out right now he can just relax. Or that's what he thought until the boom of thunder interrupt his clarity. He stood up and brushed the snow off him, he wasn't sure where to go to figure out what had happened but making his way toward the dining pavilion seemed like the best option. Everyone was there having lunch, someone had to know if that was normal or if something was off. Lately it seemed like the latter was the most reasonable assumption. He started making his way toward the pavilion half hoping to run into someone with answers before he got there.

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

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

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Tags: Teilo and group
Location: By The Barrier

"Hmm I suppose you're right, though they do tend to take proper car of themselves." Ash remarked taking a quick look at Teilo's blonde gelled hair. No his hoodie? Who's was it then if not his? He'll have to pay attention more closely to figure that out. Teilo seemed a bit shocked that words even came out of his mouth. Was Ash breaking away at the boys giant wall he put up. The thought brought a small smile to his face. Even if getting under his skin to see what made Teilo tick wasn't working something was making Teilo open up. Maybe Ash accomplished what he wanted in some way.

"A grieving teenager can be just as bad as a big bad boss. Especially one possibly manipulated by their own mother. They'd hold on to the one thing that makes them feel wanted, loved, doesn't matter who it is they'd do anything for that feeling to stay since their own inhibition is broken. We as teenagers are still emotionally immature so something like grieving can be extremely hard to handle the right way." Pft like he'd know anything about grief, he hadn't had anyone die that was close to him. Heartbreak didn't seem the same to him as grieving over the death of someone you love. Heartbreak hurt sure but you eventually get over that person and the pain ends, grieving... that was more intense. From what he's gathered through his years at least."More?" Ash asked pulling himself away from his internal debate to the actual conversation at hand.

"Oh I'm new to all of this, even riding this bugger" Ash said patting Jellybeans side. Jellybean lurched forward a bit with the contact. Ash looked up as the group seemed to be on its merry way. Jellybean took the initiative to follow everyone else at a steady pace getting closer to the border. "This will be my first time out since I've arrived." He said thinking back on his arrival which wasn't too long ago but felt like years. He thought momentarily about his mother, wondered what kind of goodies she had been baking in his absence. "I wonder how our families deal with knowing we put ourselves in these situations?" He pondered out loud. His mother would surely be furious with worry and scold him for putting himself in danger just for praise.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

[✩]17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Cabin Seven/outside|tags: Jude

It wasn’t real. It wasn’t allowed to be real. She was still waiting for the joke but it wasn’t coming. Waiting to wake up in the Hades Cabin, with Orin on the bunk across from her, asleep and fine and alive. To find that her chest was hurting only from a punch to the ribs, not from the brutal pain of each breath that didn’t want to come, not from the icy grip of panic that wouldn’t release it’s hold. But she didn’t. She couldn’t wake up. Words were being said around her, words that didn’t make it through to her brain. A question was asked, somebody answered. It didn’t matter. It was too late for any of it to matter.

Somehow, she got to her feet. Not thinking. Not seeing. Not feeling. She’d been through this before. She’d been through it this morning. It should have stopped hurting by now. She should be used to it by now, desensitized. But it didn’t work that way. Each time was a fresh wound, one that would never really heal. She made her way blindly to the door, ignoring the people that she passed on her way out. It didn’t matter that they’d seen her like this, nothing mattered anymore. She stepped out into the snow, a million thoughts running through a blank mind all at once. She didn’t know where she was going, or what she was doing, barely aware of anything but the ache in her chest and the frost on her hands, the crystallized ice that her gloves weren’t doing much to help.

Somebody was standing by the campfire, it took her a moment to recognize Jude, shock beginning to set in like a fog settling over her brain. She didn’t really consider what she was doing, but found herself standing next to the daughter of Hephaestus. Her gaze went to the growing flame in the other girls hand, flicked briefly to her own icy fingertips. This would normally be the part where she would have shoved her hands in her pockets, but she became suddenly and acutely aware that she didn’t have her jacket anymore. She felt like she’d lost her first line of defense, the vulnerability she usually did her best to hide out in the open for everyone to see, the exposition rivalled only by the look on her face.

“I should’ve done something…” she whispered hoarsely, not really to Jude, not really to anyone. The words just came out the moment she thought them. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t have. It didn’t matter that even the most capable healer at camp couldn’t have done anything, that did nothing to shake the feeling of guilt beginning to consume her. “He saved my life...twice...and I didn’t even— I couldn’t—“ She drew in a shaky breath. Her eyes were staring blankly into the empty space in front of her, tears threatening to spill from them again. She hated feeling helpless. She hated feeling like things were beyond her control. Now it felt as if she were being mocked, the one thing she couldn’t handle coming to light, and the one person who could make that feel okay was gone.

━━━ 𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨-𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

[♠]16|he/him|Ares (unclaimed)|Dining Pavilion, Hermes table|tags: Juliet, Ares npcs

Vittorio glanced in the direction of the Ares table at her response, eyeing the belligerent group of campers that sat there. His expression wasn’t one of nervousness really, though it could have been mistaken for that by someone who didn’t know him well. He wasn’t concerned about the group going around punching people for fun, not concerned about being targeted by them...there was something else nagging in the back of his head that put the look on his face. Something he was choosing to ignore for the time being.

He nodded in response to the introduction, not bothering to repeat his name. She hadn’t asked, so clearly she remembered or didn’t care. It didn’t really matter to him. He wasn’t planning on sticking around long enough for these people to need to know his name anyways. He rolled his eyes when she called him ‘kid’ again. Apparently she didn’t remember, and apparently he did care. “Tori,” he corrected, his tone not quite harsh, but firm. “Or Vee if that’s too much for you, but you can stop calling me ‘kid’.” She looked to be about the same age as him anyways, normally he wouldn’t have been bothered, but his patience with this place and everyone in it was wearing thin.

He stood up and followed obediently regardless, raising his eyebrows when she walked right into one of the big, beefy kids he’d taken a mental note to avoid earlier on. He barely had a moment to think before Juliet was inviting the guy along on their little ‘initiation ritual’. The look of joy on the Ares camper’s face did not bode well for Vittorio and he was beginning to think playing along with this escapade may have been a mistake. It was too late to back out now, especially now that they’d been joined by not one but three of the aggressive children of Ares.

Tori gave a forced, nervous smile in response to Juliet’s grin, trying not to let his concerns show on his face. “Great...I love parties.” That was a lie. He hated parties, and he wished now more than ever that he was sitting in his room with a book of poetry—his real room. Not the crowded Hermes cabin. “Let’s get this over with then,” he muttered, following Juliet and the others out of the dining pavilion.

━━━ 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

[✿]16|he/him|Iris|Camp Border|tags: quest group

Jamie felt a twinge of panic as the last of the questers joined them and Mira announced that it was time to leave. He was suddenly glad to be seated on the back of a pegasus, he wasn’t sure he would have been able to make his own legs move otherwise. He focused his attention ahead, focused on not falling off the pegasus, focused on anything other than the images of death and doom and calamity that rushed to the forefront of his mind the moment they started towards the border of Camp.

It was difficult to ignore when Mirabelle’s pegasus reared back. The others seemed to be nervous about something too, like they could sense something the demigods couldn’t. His fears were confirmed moments later when the Aphrodite head counsellor spoke them out loud. He wasn’t going to start regretting his choice to go on the quest now. Truthfully, he’d been regretting it since the moment he even considered it, but now really wasn’t the time to acknowledge that.

[sweet.peaches~]

nathaniel "nathan" hart | 14 | he/him | demeter | location: strawberry fields -> outside cabin 7 | tags: emmie
It was a pleasure to see her smile form and then grow. Making people happy, well it was more or less a speciality. He hadn't quite mastered the skill just yet but Nathaniel nevertheless tried his best. The daisies had added a touch of nature on her head and he was glad that he hadn't forgotten to create a flower crown for her. He hadn't been lying when he said they flattered her after all. Nathan didn't say anything more about the nightmare for fear that if said aloud, it would have been real. Of course, it was irrational seeing as the dream was completely real in his head, but he didn't take any chance. He watched her take a look at the strawberry fields. They were remarkable despite the current weather yet it slightly pained him to see them struggling to thrive. They were merely surviving now. "Well, of course," Nathaniel blinked. "You're my friend, Emmie. I don't think the Fourth of July would be the same without you being there," he grinned. "I could make a few snacks for us to munch on while watching the fireworks." The thought of relaxing on Fireworks Beach had made him feel a little bit better but it seemed so far away... I'll make it, he promised himself.

They made it out of the strawberry fields with Nathan helping her move. "Just push a little longer," he persuaded her. "We'll get to him, it'll be okay." He made every effort to soothe her. He now awaited her further instructions. She wasn't looking too well which made him worried about both herself and Orin. There's some sort of ability the children of Zeus share where they know if their siblings are in trouble? Impressive. Once he thought about it more though, it didn't seem as impressive anymore. I don't think I'd want to go in a downward spiral if I had some feeling my brother was hurt. "Felix.. son of Apollo, okay." He recalled the guy, he didn't know him very well but knew some basic information. "Why don't we go to Cabin 7?" he requested. "If he's not there, then we'll go to the diving pavilion and see whether or not he's at their table." Nathaniel didn't wait for an answer - he assumed she would have agreed either way - and hurried to the cabin circle. There, he pointed his finger to the shiny and gold building. There was a huge crowd of people surrounding it. "What's up with that?" The pace of his heart quickened as he stared at the other campers all around.

riley palmer | 16 | she/her | zeus | location: mess hall -> cabin 7 -> outside cabin 1 | tags: open
At first, she didn't know what to do. She was too terrified to do anything, really. She stood here for a few seconds until she understood she had to face the inevitable. Luckily no tears threatened to fall out of her eyes again and she took a few deep breaths before running out to the circle of cabins. There. Riley took a glimpse of the golden cabin, much more brighter than ever. Orin, the thought of his name ached. Sprinting to see what happened, she bolted to a stop as soon as she saw him. Or really, his body. Because when she saw Felix and Kathryn and Lucy and everyone else... the truth came to her. She couldn't accept it at first when she rushed out of the crowd. He can't be gone. He can't be gone. He's not gone. Orin's too young to die. He's still alive. She never was a good liar or pretender. But as she walked away, she made sure she believed it. Of course, it immediately shattered. He's gone. I'll never see him again, never talk to him, never hear his laughter. She remembered the photograph he had taken, several moments before he died. She'd probably never see it again. She wanted to scream. Death was something she wasn't too familiar with. She'd never had a loved one die before. And yet now... here it was. Her head was spinning, Riley couldn't see straight, and she stumbled away from everyone else. Nobody, not even the nicest person, could say she was walking properly.

She was surprisingly able to reach Cabin 1 but she had no intentions of going inside. Not when she could see all of his stuff there. Not when she could take a glance at his bunk. His empty bunk. That would be empty even longer. A lump was stuck in her throat. Riley didn't care anymore. She buried her face in her arms and all of those emotions she'd piled up until then became pouring out of her - quite literally. Everybody would be too focused on Cabin 7. Nobody would care if she'd simply just sit down near the entrance of the Zeus building, right? She just wanted to be alone so she could sob in peace and there would be no questions. But most importantly, she wanted Orin back. Otherwise what was even the point of her being at Camp Half-Blood if he was gone? Please, she pleaded to all the gods she could think of. Let him come back. This isn't fair.

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♖
x──────i ii thanatos. iii seventeen. iiii tags: ash, quest group.
ivi the barrier

teilo wondered where he would have been if he hadn't had wilder's ghost by the side of him.
and then he realised that that was the first time he'd thought his name in at least six months.
things would have been different. he was sure of that. he wouldn't have made it to camp, wouldn't have even known that camp had existed in the first place - simply would have resigned himself to the idea that he was going mad. medicating to get rid of the spirits and the wraiths that refused to leave him alone, who pestered him to the very end. "yeah," he murmured, turning his attention to heinz. "i know."

he would have explained. he wasn't beyond explaining. death was alright, death was understandable, death was the only constant in a world that appeared everchanging, but then the sky boomed, and the pegasus he had his hand on reared, and he got a flash of the face of the boy he had met in the stables, who had told him the name of the winged beast, a feeling in his chest that was equally freeing and damning. he'd got a bad feeling from the irish boy, something that was just a little off - a weird smell, he'd put it down to, though it wasn't a smell - and now it was gone, and intrinsically, teilo knew that the applause from the sky had been a mark of his death. he looked at ash, at the quest group, who had all already lost so much.
could they take one more? there were things to do. there were things that they all had to get on with, for the fate of the world, and one more death was nothing. nineteen. nearly a round number. from what he remembered from maths, it was a happy number. ironic, he supposed. maybe that meant there were no more coming.
no need for false optimism.

the group was moving. he got on the pegasus and followed, the gentle thump of hooves against snow was a comforting noise. "yeah, me too," he said. eight months, he had been at camp. it was a long time. it managed to feel like no time at all and all the time in the world. he barely remembered what the outside world looked like, because in his mind, it was all greyscale. his loss had sapped the colour from his memories. at the mention of families, he had to hold back a scoff, a short sigh coming out in replacement. "i doubt my mother even noticed that i disappeared," that wasn't fair. he didn't care. "yours don't know, then?"

mira was speaking. monsters. so much was promised. he pulled emrys from his pocket, extended the fobwatch into a war scythe, a trick he had learned the evening before, in his cabin - would have been useful with that venti, not having to use a gardening tool to swipe it down, but no matter, it would get its time to shine now - and held it with firm hands, watching the border. off go, then. "no time like the present," said to no-one in particular, mostly to himself. he'd have to get used to the feeling of having an audience again.
'ddail achos gwenllian', his taid's voice whispered. his jaw set. ready as he could ever get.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐳 ！！ x─────ix ♘
x──────i ii ares. iii eighteen. iiii tags: rose. ivi outside.

there was one thing, one certainty in leo's life that had followed him like a dark cloud since childhood. he was not a delicate person.
now, he wasn't clumsy. he knew how his body worked, how best to control it. he knew what he was doing when it came to throwing a punch, was hyperaware of where his feet landed as he walked, and rarely - no, never - tripped over his own feet while he was coming down from a rush or otherwise.

so when the root came up grappled at his foot, he was very surprised to find himself tumbling forward, chin hitting the snow-cushioned ground before he had the chance to do anything about it. because he was not graceful. he had good reaction times, but normally only when he knew that there was a threat hanging in the air. there had been no threat before, no hint of a tree that had some kind of vendetta - was it a dryad? had he been clocked by one of those dastardly, scheming nymphs?
no. not quite.

blinking the brief stars out of his eyes and shaking the ringing sound out of his ears made it so that he could hear the apology as it came. a voice he didn't recognise, but that wasn't a rare occurrence. leo looked up, a half-mustered scowl on his face, and let out a noise that couldn't really be qualified as a word so much as a caveman's grunt. "you got my attention, alright," he grumbled, finding syllables again. the hand was a nice touch, but she looked a bit frail, and he had no doubt that the sudden rush from the fall would have him unable to temper his strength. a vision of him pulling her down alongside him. deserved? maybe. rude? definitely. he didn't really want to be rude.

so he pushed himself up, wincing at the feeling of snow crystals on his bare hands, and brushed the front of his shirt off. a short, sparking pain on his chin - it didn't do much to negate the purple bruise that had blossomed out of the punch from earlier. "what did you want my attention for? who are you?" he looked her up and down. "did you do that? demeter kid then, i guess."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐱 ！！ x─────ix ♗
x──────i ii hephaestus. iii seventeen. iiii tags: auggie.
ivi outside.

it was just the one hand, which was good. because the other hand was coming up to wipe away the tears that kept coming, falling, sizzling, repeat and repeat until the cycle ended.
the snow crunched. the footprints would be covered over soon, by the way the storm was hitting. jude glanced over at the already-tracked floor, wondered which of the imprints had been created by orin's feet as he left the pavilion. they would be covered, and then the snow would melt, and one day there would be no trace of him having been there in the first place. the photo would fade with the memory. she should have taken more. would have, if she'd known. the crunching stopped. auggie was standing next to her. a shared silence for a while, broken by the sharp inhales of breath that accompanied stifled, barely-there sobs. it hadn't set in yet.

but her hand burned, crackling in the air. taking a look at it made her notice auggie's own hands, which glistened with frost. confusion, then understanding, then the movement of her arm closer to the icy fingertips. maybe it would melt them. she was talking, and jude was listening, but it was like hearing a song in the background of a film, making out the words and the tunes. couldn't say anything. no words left to say anyway.

she wanted to tell her that it wasn't her fault, that she shouldn't blame herself, but that wasn't right. not because it was - jude didn't know the details. had no idea what had landed him in cabin seven in the first place, but auggie was looking for something to blame so that the universe didn't feel so chaotic, so unpredictable, and somehow along the way, she had settled for blaming herself. because it was easier to self-flagellate than accept an ending as an ending. "it all just disappears, doesn't it?" she let out a breath, the flame sparking for a moment, then coming under some kind of control. "it's like... breathing on a window. and the mist is there, and then it's just gone." it should have been bigger. it should have been better. "should've had more time."

two tears fell in tandem, hit the ground and stayed there. the fire flickered, eyes drawn to it once more. and then the ice. "we make a real pair," a bittersweet, pain-twisted smile. she didn't want to ask what happened. knowing wouldn't change anything. he was there and then he wasn't, like the lights that had burned so brightly, like the thunder that had shaken the sky and then drifted away. jude's throat was raw. with the scorchless hand, she wiped her face, took a deep breath in, looked up at the sky. "probably laughing it up right now. bringing the party to the underworld. if we've any luck, they might kick him out for being disruptive." another smile, a laugh that sounded more like a sob, but a laugh nevertheless. "i hope."

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

[✩]17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|outside|tags: Jude

Auggie could feel the other girl’s gaze on her, on her hands specifically, and felt a wave of self-consciousness that seemed ill-timed and immature and fully unnecessary given the circumstances. Then came the movement of the flame covered hand closer to her own. She glanced up at Jude in a brief moment of surprise, then back at her hands. It seemed like it was helping, at least a little bit. She wasn’t sure whether it was actually the heat melting the ice, or simply the warmth of the gesture, the presence of someone else helping to calm her down.

The words that came out weren’t the only ones spinning through her hazy brain, but they were the only ones she could bear to speak, the only ones she’d even let herself think. She stared blankly forward as Jude spoke, vision blurring with the burning sting of tears, obscuring the ocean of white stretching endlessly in front of them. She swallowed, squeezing her eyes shut tight in an attempt to stop the flood from spilling down her cheeks, but it did anyways. She couldn’t respond. She didn’t trust her voice to work. After a moment, she shook her head. “It’s not fair.” She wasn’t sure who she meant it wasn’t fair for, Orin, or for everyone else he’d left behind, the people left to deal with his absence, who had to keep living through it. It was a selfish thought, one she didn’t think she deserved to have but had anyways.

She opened her eyes at the next comment, glancing back at their hands, mouth twisting in an attempt at a wry smile that didn’t reach her eyes, barely even managed to cross her face. It should have been comforting, having someone else with the same—or at least a parallel—reaction to hers. Even if it was, it didn’t make the situation any better for either of them. She wanted to laugh at the idea of Orin getting kicked out of the Underworld, wanted to smile in response to the joke at least, but she couldn’t. It wouldn’t come out and she couldn’t fake it. It felt wrong anyways, like if she smiled she was pretending what just happened hadn’t happened. She was still hoping it hadn’t, still hoping that she’d wake up. But until she did, she couldn’t smile.

“Yeah…” she muttered quietly. “Yeah, probably.” She sniffed, reached up a hand to swipe at her eyes and flinched back from the cold. Without meaning to, her mind went back to the conversation with Orin sitting on Zeus’ fist, the agreement they’d made that if either of them met the other one’s dad, they’d deck him. She didn’t want to think about Orin in the Underworld, but she was more convinced than ever that Hades deserved a punch now.

[*Lovel*]

▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀Emerson "Emmie" Grey ▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀

Daughter of Zeus ☂ Cabin 1 ☂ 16 ☂ Heterosexual

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Tags: Nathaniel, Cabin 7
Location: Cabin 7

A friend, the two words echoed in Emerson's mind. He didn't understand the question in the way she said it but that's ok. She wondered what snacks he had in mind "Sounds wonderful" she said with a smirk. Every time he made food it reminded her of the moment. Something so simple had such a big effect on her. It made her wonder the type of things Aphrodite kids must feel when going through these kinds of feelings, were they heightened? She couldn't imagine.

She tried to focus on Nathaniel's words and her footsteps still keeping up the counting. She could hear the crunch of the snow under their feet. She was starting to come to again and loosened her grip on Nathaniel."I'm sorry" She whispered. She didn't want to worry him with her actions but she couldn't help the panic. She nodded in agreement to checking Cabin 7 then heading to to the dining pavilion if they couldn't find Felix. Then he was pointing to cabin 7 in what felt like seconds. Her eyes met a small group lingering outside the cabin.

She didn't answer Nathaniel's question, she dropped his arm and ran into the the cabin swaying every now and then. She pushed through the small crowd to get into the cabin. "Fel-" before she could finish her sentence she saw Orin laying lifeless on the bed. Her chest started tighten again even worse. She brought a hand to her chest before quickly making her way to Orin's side. She grabbed her brother's hand in hope he was just sleeping. His hand was ice cold, she used her electrokinesis to feel if there was anything left in him. There was nothing, she felt the warmth of tears flowing down her cheeks. "How." She said dangerously calm, not looking at Felix but directing the question to him. She knew deep down it wasn't right to blame Felix, he probably did everything he could but she didn't know who else to blame in that moment. She would have given anything to trade places with Orin right now. She took her hand away from her chest, the pain continuing to grow, and placed it on top of her other and laid her head on their hands. Her vision was blurring, she had to put her head down in attempt to make it better. She tried counting to herself, naming horror movies, even naming teas. Nothing was helping this time "How!" She croaked out desperately, her tears soaking her sleeves.

[wanda.]

──X𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐎𝐍 ──────────────

xxx[ ❀ ] daughter of demeter, age eighteen, tags; leo, currently; outside

she huffed out a small breath of a laugh at his dishevelled state as he scowled and grumbled his reply. withdrawing her offered hand back into her cardigan sleeve by her side, she grasped the knitted fabric as a way of grounding herself. “yeah, i can’t really say anything to defend myself.” she pursed her lips briefly before crossing her arms, tucking her hands neatly into the crooks of her elbows, “i honestly didn’t think you’d go down that hard, im sorry.” she then shifted her weight from her left to her right foot nervously, before adjusting to lean back on her heels. “yeah, cabin four, that’s me,” she smiled awkwardly, snorting. “sorry, i’m not very good at this,” shaking her head lightly, she smiled again - albeit less awkwardly this time, though she kept fidgeting, “i’m rose,”

she was tempted to offer a handshake, as she usually would, however, he didn’t take her hand when she offered to help him up. maybe he didn’t like being touched. or perhaps he didn’t think she’d be strong enough to pull him up. either way, there was one thing she was certain of. she didn’t have a clue how to proceed. she vaguely recognised his face, but couldn’t place or name it. her eyes caught on the bruising. eesh, that looks painful, she thought idly. he was clearly having a rough day, and she might’ve made it worse by tripping him. all thoughts of finding out the cause of the electric wave faded from her mind as she watched him carefully. something had happened with him, and he was on his own. others would deal with the main issue or whatever was going on, and she would try to help with whatever this was. he clearly hadn’t meant to ignore her before, but was he the type to get lost in his thoughts? probably, he looks like the brooding type. but he didn't look like the type to confide in a complete stranger. she would only help if he let her, she decided.

instead of voicing any concerns she had, she stilled and tilted her head. she then pulled out a small bundle that had been precariously placed in her cardigan’s right pocket. she stopped fidgeting altogether and ignored his other question. “sorry, i don’t remember your name. would you like a strawberry?” the small lump in her other pocket moved slightly at the mention of the berry, as a very ruffled looking head poked out, looking up at rose with accusing eyes. or as accusing as a chinchilla’s eyes could get. she immediately picked out a couple of the smallest berries of the bundle and held them in front of the needy gremlin, not saying a word nor sparing him a second glance as he grabbed them, before sinking back down from where he came from with his prize.

[shezawomanoffame]

Astra Lynn Cirilloº16ºshe/theyºlocation: heading to lunchº tags: Aydan

Her icy blue eyes fixated on the ground below her, her hands in her pockets. Her cheeks and nose a rosey color as she walked along the path to the dining pavilion. She notices the stables and her eyes sparkle "man im really gonna like it here arent i?" she smirks to herself. She stops in her tracks and debates whether or not she wants to skip lunch or explore the camp for a bit. She decides to keep heading to the dining pavilion, her eyes still fixated on the ground in front of her. She bumps into someone and looks up at them "uhm, sorry, i didn't see you there" she smiles slightly but awkwardly thinking to herself 'well might as well make friends' she holds her hand out for him to shake it "im astra, astra cirillo. and you are?"