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Post by Kathrine Woods on Feb 24, 2012 15:01:55 GMT -5
Julien Roux Deaths have come to camp. Julien Roux a sad victim. His body found in the forest by some campers when they were out clearing out for Capture the Flag. Which would now be pushed back for some time. Kathrine Woods was not the closest to Julien. But his friend Lauren was dead, and Tina was missing. And frantically Silver wasn't much of a friend, she just stood their like a stone. Her electrifying eyes narrowing as she stared at his burnt(?) body. A work of someone who manipulates fire. The daughter of Zeus didn't feel pity, nor pain. She didn't feel anything, she didn't even blink. Others on the other hands were crying, though they didn't know him personally they knew him from afar. They knew him as the sweet son of Demeter who was lost and trying to find his gifts. And he now has to find them dead. Not much use...
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Post by Zeke Winters on Feb 24, 2012 15:46:13 GMT -5
(I'm not very picky! This is great, thanks.)
Zeke stood at the edge of the crowd, eying the scorched body of the son of Demeter. He had just given his knife back to him the day before and, now, he was dead. It was hard to believe but he supposed that was the way of life - full of endings. Not long ago, he was standing here, looking down at Lauren's corpse. Now, it was another camper. Kind, lighthearted, well liked. Zeke sort of envied him in a way, being able to put up with so much and still be so friendly and supportive. Now, the boy was dead and he was still standing - something of a disappointment with the Fates,
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Post by Terry Coleman on Feb 24, 2012 19:22:17 GMT -5
Terry stared in shock at the burnt body of Julien, unable to register what was going on. Wasn't it just yesterday that the boy had been so frustrated over Lauren's death? Terry turned away, fire lighting in the depths of his eyes. He knew that fire that had burned the son of Demeter. He knew it way too well. Shade was getting out of hand. The next time he met him, he was going to kill him. He had no choice.
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Post by Justin Harris on Feb 25, 2012 14:03:57 GMT -5
Justin. Son of Aphrodite felt the need to punch the wall. Yell at the gods. He hadn't known Julien very well. Only from afar. But he knew one thing. These deaths were not necessary. Tina's disappearance was not necessary. His eyes watched the funeral progress everybody stepping forward and dropping a few words. Some campers laid down flowers on his corpse. A kind gesture which Justin did as well.
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Feb 29, 2012 20:35:33 GMT -5
(Sorry if this isn't going on anymore. I just got bored 'cause I'm not RPing at all. o.o')
Cascade felt something within her stir at the thought of Julien-he'd been her first friend. She still could not comprehend just what had happened. He was the one that explained to her everything with such detail and clarity that she understood where she was now-however, now he was gone. The friend she had made and lost in one day was dead. Time flew by so quickly in this camp, and a high death rate became apparent, nibbling away at the back of Cascade's mind. My first friend, she thought. And last. Tina was going to be a friend, but whilst Cascade had arrived at the burning scene, Tina had disappeared. She was alone. Again.
Where had the mysterious fire come from? Cascade was still unfamiliar with everyone at the camp as she knelt to the ground and stared at Julien's seared body, absorbing what had happened.
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