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Post by Cameron Hale on Mar 19, 2011 23:53:16 GMT -5
Thwump.
"I'm not positive, but I think the arrow is actually supposed to hit the bullseye..or hell, even the target in general would be a good start." Cameron sucked in a breath of air as the arrow he shot burrowed its way into the ground. That was the seventh arrow to hit the dirt in the past..well, eleven shots. Two others had hit the same tree, one had actually hit the very edge of the target and one, well he didn't know where that one had went. Though he was sure that that one had almost actually hit a person. He couldn't really say that he felt bad about that though considering the person was a Hephaestus kid who had flipped him off afterwards. It wasn't like he had been intentionally aiming for the guy, his fingers had just slipped on the bow...again. These bows were much more slippery than the swords he worked with in the arena.
Knocking another arrow, Cam drew the bow up and aimed at the target. He hesitated for a second before lowering the bow back down. Maybe practicing archery was a waste of time. He'd only tried to practice today because he thought it might be helpful on this little quest he'd be going on, but if anything, he thought he was just getting worse at archery the longer he practiced. Practice did not make perfect, at least not in this demi-god's case. Sure he'd gotten down sword-fighting and combat, but he liked to think those were easier for some reason.
Swiping his water bottle filled with pink lemonade off the ground, Cam took a big gulp of it. The flavor wasn't that fantastic, it basically tasted like a little lemon squeezed with a quart's worth of sugar. A little too sugary sweet for him, but in the sun's heat at least the drink was somewhat serving its purpose to keep him hydrated. He'd nearly downed half of the bottle, and he'd admit he was still pretty thirsty.
Straightening back up, the boy glanced at the target across the way from him. He knew it was ridiculous, but he felt like it was mocking him. "C'est vraiment trop bête," Cameron mumbled in his second, but also his favorite, language. The boy tended to revert to using French whenever he was frustrated. It sounded a lot better to say rude things in French than in English, because then at least the words sounded fluid and effortless. Plus then no one really ever understood that he was saying something bad. The only people he'd really met around camp that could comprehend French were his own siblings and they really didn't care what he said. And most of them were old enough that he didn't really feel bad swearing or anything in front of them.
Cameron took a moment to fix his baseball hat on top of his head, before picking the bow back up. One last try and then he reasoned that he could give up on this. Setting the arrow delicately on the bow, he pulled the string of the bow back, focusing his eyes on the target. He could swear that he had aimed perfectly every single time, but somehow he never actually hit the bullseye, or even the target. Releasing the string, the arrow snapped forward, sailing right into the outer edge of the target. A thwap sounded right after he had let go of the string, the result of the bow's string snapping against his arm. Of course the one time he could actually hit the target, something else would have to go wrong. "..Of course." Cameron nodded to himself, examing the red spot on his arm that would no doubt turn into a rather nasty yellow bruise.
Tag; Harper!!
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Post by Harper Marowski on Mar 25, 2011 17:56:14 GMT -5
 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------So, admittedly, Harper wasn't exactly the best at archery either, but being a daughter of Apollo she had a natural aptitude for the bow and arrow and was better than most of the people at camp. But amongst her cabin-mates, she definitely wasn't the best. Everyone, in her cabin and beyond, knew that Harper was a heck of a lot better at healing - she was one of the best healers that Camp Half-Blood had seen in a very long time. She was much more of the artistic type, writing poems and little stories in her journal when she had spare time, listening to her iPod, making various little knick-knacks down at the arts and crafts building, and singing whenever she thought she was alone. But she was out here for one reason, really, and one reason only. She had her quest coming up, and they were leaving fairly soon. Either tomorrow, or the day after that.
Harper'd had everything packed for days. Clothes, extra clothes, her writing supplies, two daggers, and some toiletries. All that needed to be added were her Mr. Blankie and her bow and quiver, which is what she had with her right now. Getting some last minute practice in. Her father'd told her that he knew she'd do him proud, but Harper wasn't so sure herself. She hated sounding and being so insecure about everything, but this quest was something that Harper totally wasn't prepared for. First of all, she could hardly fight to save her life. She had absolutely no skill or experience with hand-to-hand combat, even though she'd been taught it here at camp. Second, her mentality was not that of one's who needed to go on an important mission and retrieve something. Harper was far too preoccupied with what poem she was going to write next, seeking inspiration, and doting over her boyfriend, Gavin Sawyer.
Her musings were interrupted by the voice of another camper speaking French. Her interest piqued, Harper looked over to see it was a tall boy - she remembered he was a son of Aphrodite or something, which would explain the speaking French and being horrible with the bow. She bit her lip, smiling. Honestly, she'd had absolutely no idea what he'd said, but based on his hopeless progress or lack thereof, it couldn't mean anything good. He was cute enough, like any son of Aphrodite, but Harper only had eyes for Gavin. Grinning, she headed over with her bow and quiver in hand. "I've got to admit, hitting the target is sort of the point of archery," she said teasingly, her chocolate brown eyes alight with mischief.
But then just as she said that, he fired another arrow and it looked like the string snapped back to hit him in the arm. Harper winced. That had happened to her one too many times when she'd first started archery. "Are you alright? I could... I could probably heal that for you, if you'd like. But at least you hit the target this time." Her smile was a friendly one.
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Post by Cameron Hale on Mar 28, 2011 21:29:07 GMT -5
Shaking his arm back and forth, Cameron mumbled something underneath his breath. No doubt what he said was a rather unpleasant word or two. It didn't hurt terribly, but he wasn't a fan of bruises. Especially those of the ugly variety, and as far as he was concerned, they were all ugly. Well for the most part. Daniella had gotten multiple bruises from being stuck with needles when she had leukemia, and those, he didn't really think of as ugly. They were just...frustrating. They so easily made him angry about the fact that out of so many people in the world who could get cancer, his little sister had to be one of them. Not that he wished it on anyone else, he just so badly wished it hadn't been his sister. Even himself getting cancer would've been preferred.
Ignoring the red flush to his skin, Cam loaded another arrow onto his bow. Pretty please hit the target. He requested quietly to himself. Just as he was about to let go of the arrow, a voice startled him from behind, nearly causing him to drop the bow and arrow altogether. He should've been used to demi-gods just coming out of no where in this Camp by now, but for some reason it still always surprised him. Before he turned around to see who it was, he gently removed the arrow from the now and set them both on the ground. Safety first. With his luck and his terrible archery skills he probably would've accidentally launched an arrow into the girl's stomach.
Turning around on his heel, Cam's gaze fixed on a pretty little brunette demi-god. Granted she wasn't all that little, but he was six foot and a couple of inches so a lot of people seemed littler to him. She was easily a few years younger than himself, but no doubt, better at archery than him. Almost anybody was. He cracked a smile at her comment, unbothered by her teasing nature. He knew he was terrible at this, no use in denying it.
The little sly sparkle in her eyes, reminded him quite a bit of Daniella actually, making him approve of her automatically. Even if not for that, he still would've probably liked her. She seemed, just from the two things she said, like one of those impossibly sweet girls. The ones you couldn't help but adore and be friends with. "You don't say? I was starting to think the point was just to try your best not to hit any living things." He chuckled to himself as he looked down at the girl. With how he'd been doing at archery, that could've been entirely the point for him at least.
"Ah, yeah, I'm fine." Cameron glanced back at his arm briefly. Heal him? Then it clicked, Apollo's kid was his guess. Archery range and healing, well then it fit perfectly. Unless it was some minor healing god's kid who just happened to like archery, but that seemed highly unlikely. "If you wouldn't mind? I'm sure you could've guessed that I'm not a real fan of bruises," He smiled politely, guessing that she had already figured out whose kid he was. No one really had a hard time with it since it was so obvious.
"I'm Cameron, by the way." The boy flashed her a big, warm smile as he extended his hand for her to shake. "Figure I should introduce myself just in case I accidentally hit you with an arrow and you need to know who to blame for attempted murder."
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Post by Harper Marowski on Apr 1, 2011 18:01:28 GMT -5
----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harper smiled warmly at the boy who'd introduced himself as Cameron. Admittedly, looking at him, she noted that he was probably the type who had all the girls swooning at his feet, and yet Harper didn't feel the least bit attracted to him in that sort of way. Her mind and heart had been so completely transfigured by Gavin that she just couldn't see anyone else but him in that way. Maybe he'd ruined her for life. But if that was her life being ruined, by all means, she was ready to have her life come crashing down around her if it meant she could be with Gavin. That was fairly radical thinking, but Harper knew where she stood on the whole thing.
"Well, lucky for you, the whole point of a bow and arrow in battle is to hit living things that you don't like," Harper pointed out teasingly as she neared him, and ever so gently she took his arm in her hands and looked down at it. There was, indeed, a nasty bruise forming, and Harper made a sympathetic noise as she looked at it more closely. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration and she looked back up at Cam with sparkling, bright and cheery chocolate brown eyes. "I'm Harper," she replied with a small giggle. "And I'm sure I'll know to dodge a stray arrow in case you miss that horribly." Her voice was reassuring and she attempted to make it comforting, but Harper wasn't really sure how great she was with the whole comforting, reassurance thing.
Harper bit her lip. "This is going to sound weird, Cameron, but when I heal I need to sing. It's this weird quirk of mine," she admitted rather quietly. It was a little strange to be doing this for an almost complete random stranger, but it was the least Harper could do. After all, she had plenty of energy right now and if she didn't get some of it out of her system, she was going to completely crash tomorrow especially if she didn't get any sleep tonight. But Harper couldn't even comprehend not trying to heal him. After all, it was what she was best at. She could hardly fight - she was convinced that nothing in the world could fix that.But healing was her specialty, and anything she could to help the camp would be done in an instant.
Closing her eyes, Harper hummed a little something, and it only lasted about thirty seconds as the energy went from her into Cam to heal the bruise. Her eyes opened as soon as she felt it was done, and swayed for a second before steadying herself. She always felt a little woozy after healing people, but it was simply the way it was. She grinned up at Cameron a little mischievously. "Next time, I'd probably make sure that I don't hurt myself when I'm in the archery fields," she said jokingly, letting go of his arm. "What are you doing out here anyway? I mean, wouldn't you rather come here when there's an instructor or something?"
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Post by Cameron Hale on Apr 9, 2011 16:42:12 GMT -5
Cam chuckled, knowing that there was no way that he could hit anything he aimed at, even in battle. At least not with an arrow. "I'm more likely to hit one of the people on our side." He admitted with a small, sheepish smile. Archery was just not in his few areas of expertise. Neither was singing, or really any of the things that these Apollo kids could do. Especially poetry, that he was the worst at. Well maybe, his archery skills may have his poetry skills beat in the category of what Cameron was worst at. "Not on purpose of course..Unless it's one of those grumpy Ares kids." He joked, mentally excluding Natalie from that group of people. He may have found her entertaining, but he still maintained the idea that a good majority of them were crabby little brats...Who seriously needed anger management classes..And maybe just some regular therapy too.
"Nice to meet you, Harper." He smiled, genuinely pleased to meet the daughter of Apollo. It'd been a while since he'd been around such a cheerful person, and it was refreshing. There were too many guys and girls walking around Camp with a doom-and-gloom attitude. Granted, Cam had been one of those people on that day the Oracle had decided to deliver a little Quest-gram to him, but still, his negative attitude hadn't lasted long. "Ah well good, because I have to say, I don't know how to heal people quite like you do. All I know, is apply pressure and if they stop breathing, give 'em CPR."
"Not weird at all. Or at least not any weirder than anything else that goes on around this camp." Cameron shrugged slightly. He still wasn't quite used to the Demeter girls making flowers grow, that Poseidon kid doing his little water tricks, or really any of the demi-gods messing around with their powers. He'd been raised in the completely mortal world where those things just didn't happen every day. Hades, he was still freaked out that he could do a number of things, including changing his appearance. He rarely did that though, because well, he had no need to, and he was perfectly fine with looking the way he did normally.
Glancing down at his arm, he noticed the yellowish bruise slowly start to fade away. Damn, he wouldn't mind having those healing powers himself. "Impressive," Cameron complimented her, gently wrapping his fingers around her arm as she started to rock back a little. He didn't want to be the reason for her falling over and getting a worse injury than his silly little bruise. "Well at least it's better than hurting someone else. I mean, have you seen these people? Some of them would get maaad." He grinned in amusement, letting his arm fall back to his side. "That probably would've been the smarter choice, but I guess I'm too impatient to wait for someone to show up. The walking talking magic eight ball gave me a quest..So I figured I should brush up on as many defense techniques as I can."
Tag: Harper a.k.a. Cam's Bestie.
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