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Post by Julien Roux on Jan 26, 2012 22:02:56 GMT -5
Julien had had a long day, between being forced to train with a certain Zeus Cabin Leader for about the hundredth time since he'd arrived and nearly being tenderized and roasted on the Climbing Wall. So, he was taking a walk along the edges of camp, getting away from everyone and having some time along to think. He was at the entrance now, the main one, at least.
He gazed out at the outside world, wishing he were still a normal mortal living a normal mortal life. It was almost as if he were in a movie. He looked back at Camp, then into the distance toward Manhattan, wondering if this were all a dream with the only bit of reality in it being him having a mythology test in the morning. But he knew it wasn't. It was real. This life was real. There was no going back.
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jan 26, 2012 22:18:27 GMT -5
The sound of wings flapping gradually grew quieter as Cascade turned around to sadly gaze at Hermes's vague image getting further and further away. She had no idea where she was, but that didn't matter. Walking a few steps before collapsing in exhaustion, she fell onto a welcoming patch of grass. Lifting her head just a tad with all the energy she could muster, she saw a shadow advancing toward her. Bracing for impact, she closed her eyes.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 26, 2012 22:23:10 GMT -5
Julien was in the middle of daydreaming when he heard the flap of wings and saw Hermes drop off a girl before flying away. Amazed, Julien stared at the sky, but eventually turned his head and allowed his eyes to rest on the girl. He slowly stepped closer, feeling a strange tingling that told him he'd crossed the magical barrier surrounding camp. His slow progress changed, however, when he began to jog down the hill after the strange child fell, trying his best not to fall, himself, and slide the rest of the way toward her. "Are- are you okay?" he asked, kneeling beside her.
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jan 26, 2012 22:30:09 GMT -5
She peeked at the stranger through one eye. Was he not going to attack her like the rest did, with their many harsh words and hurtful objects? Just a second ago, the winged messenger had dropped her in the middle of nowhere, and all of a sudden, a stranger came, appearing out of nowhere. Fear made her unable to talk, as she hadn't spoken for many days. Her voice had died out, along with the short fuse of happiness that she had. Clearing her throat, she tried to speak to him. "Water", she mouthed, but no sound came out. Darkness overcame her, and she hoped her message came clear to the stranger before she passed out. It was okay with her if Death came for her, and she willingly gave into the quick sleepiness that made her eyes shut, not worrying if the stranger was a friend or foe.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 26, 2012 22:39:41 GMT -5
Seeing the strange girl black out, Julien threw his arm around her and began to lift, half carrying, half dragging her into the safety of the camp. He'd heard rumors of demigods making it to Half-Bloods Hill and sitting down for a rest, thinking they were, safe, only to be ambushed by monsters just outside the border. He crossed the magical boundary, once again, and laid the girl down, gently, on her back, making sure her head was higher than her feet by laying her down with her feet pointing down the hill and her head closer to the top. He left, quickly, in a full out run to his cabin to grab a bottle of water, not taking the time to stop and find a Cabin Leader to tell them what had happened. He returned in about two minutes with a large bottle of water and some damp rags. He didn't take any chances with ambrosia and nectar, as he wasn't sure exactly how much you can give a demigod before they burnt. Placing the cool rags on the girl's forehead, he held her head up, opened her mouth, slightly, and began to pour small trickles of water into her, hoping to wake her up.
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jan 26, 2012 22:47:22 GMT -5
Immediately, Cascade's eyes flashed open. There she lay, still on soft grass. She sat up to look her savior in the eye, nodding curtly in both acknowledgment and thanks. Her shoulders ached, but she bit her lip and stood up, handing the wet rag to the stranger. She wanted to ask him so many questions, but obviously had to keep them to herself. Glancing around at her surroundings, she flitted her hard blue gaze all around what seemed to be a camp. Then, remembering she had brought belongings, she bent down onto the grass, moving her hands around as if the short grass had consumed it.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 27, 2012 12:45:58 GMT -5
Julien smiled. "You're on the other side of the hill. I was in too much of a hurry to get you over here to grab your things. I'll get them if you'd like," he offered, taking the rag and handing her the bottle of water. "I'm Julien," he said in his usual accent, mostly New-Yorker but with a hint of French mixed in somewhere. Offering a hand to help her up, Julien kept his smile wide and beaming with kindness.
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jan 27, 2012 17:16:52 GMT -5
Cascade eyed Julien warily, her blue eyes narrowing as she scanned him for any traces of anything suspicious. It had definitely been a while since she'd seen a stranger being kind to her; all the rumors of her had spread far beyond the walls of her town. Nodding slowly, she stood up, wobbling a little before regaining her balance. She looked to her left, then to her right, as if a view from her height could see where her belongings were. Looking at Julien, she tilted her head, trying to mentally send him a message, asking him where her stuff was.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 28, 2012 17:11:07 GMT -5
Julien's smile was unwavering. "Okay, I'll be right back," he said, taking the girl's nod as a yes, which is what it usually meant. Jogging off toward the top of the hill, he turned. "Oh," he added, "and welcome to Camp Half-Blood." With a smile, he was over the hill and out of sight, gathering her things and making sure there were no brave monsters near him, waiting for a chance to lunge.
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jan 28, 2012 20:44:13 GMT -5
Thoughts raced through her mind. Julien had said she was at a camp of half bloods? What was that supposed to mean? She watched his shape disappear abruptly and reappear, as if he'd ran through some sort of barrier. Patiently waiting, she sat down, twiddling her thumbs and thinking to herself of what to do next.
((Sorry, it's short. >< I have to go.))
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 28, 2012 20:53:25 GMT -5
(It's fine. I really don't care how long a post is. You just have to keep it above 20 words in camp because of the rules...!)
Julien reappeared at the top of the hill, carrying a music player and headphones (I don't think she had anything else, did she?). Walking down to Cascade, he smiled. "Here ya go," he said, handing her her belongings. "I never did get your name."
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jan 28, 2012 21:07:51 GMT -5
(She has a pack, inside a sketchbook and stuff because her voice is gone. o.o So I don't know how she'll tell him her name...))
Frantically, she searched for her pack. Tentatively, she took her belongings from the boy. Her belongings were not all there. Coughing, she attempted to speak. Cascade shut her eyes, breathing in slowly. The strange boy was not harming her; she was safe. Moving strands of black hair out of her face, she managed her name. "Cascade..."
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 28, 2012 21:29:41 GMT -5
(Okay, we'll just pretend I mentioned the pack! xP)
"Well, haha what a joke, greetings<3 Matt, Cascade," Julien said, smiling. He realized she was straining her voice, so he added, "Drink some more water, it'll help your energy... and your voice," he said, smiling. "Is there anything else you need... I don't want to strain your voice even more but I want to make sure you're okay."
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jan 28, 2012 23:22:37 GMT -5
Emptying out her pack, Cascade snatched her sketchbook quickly and flipped to a clean page. In her very tiny handwriting, she wrote:
I'm sorry, I just haven't spoken to people in a while. Please do not take this personally.
Watching his eyes as he read the words, she nodded for good measure. Then, she shyly put her sketchbook away and steadily got to her feet, slinging her pack over her shoulder. Looking left and right, she tilted her head, trying to imply the question of which direction to go in. Seeing as the boy couldn't respond instantly, she slipped in her earphones, bobbing her head to her favorite genre of music. "Where....to...?" She managed to whisper.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 29, 2012 13:56:31 GMT -5
Julien smiled at the words on the sketchbook paper. "No, no, it's fine. We're demigods - misfits." Pausing, realizing those words could be taken the wrong way, he added, "But we all belong, here. Everyone's pretty nice... other than two or three," he said, thinking of Zeke and Silver.
Julien's soft eyes rested on the girl, then glanced toward the cabins. "Well, first thing is first," he began, "I should probably send you off to the infirmary to make sure you're okay." Motioning her to follow as he began to walk toward the infirmary, he glanced back toward her to make sure she was okay and wasn't limping or anything.
(I think we should probably stop this thread, probably, within the next few posts, before we go into the infirmary. Then, it's up to you if you want to make the infirmary thread or not.)
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