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Post by Azrael Everett on Oct 25, 2010 21:06:49 GMT -5
 Brother. Azrael had a brother. That was a weird thought. He was so used to being alone in everything he did that the idea of having a brother was just so out of reach. Azrael took a bite of the sandwich he swiped from the kitchen, turkey with cheddar cheese on wheat. He could have gone for a nice big greasy burger with a side of fries loaded with ketchup and cheese but that wasn’t really on the menu here. And when it was, it just didn’t taste the same as that fast food crap. Artery clogging goodness is what that stuff was. Did a demigod really need to worry about cholesterol? Oh well.
Daniel was a pretty alright guy but Azrael had spent the first part of the day avoiding him. He was still coming to terms with having family. It was bad enough his dad didn’t care enough about him to officially claim him but he had a brother he had no idea about. Azrael wondered how many others were out there who were his siblings. From what Azrael read about Thanatos the dude rarely came topside. He couldn’t have too many rugrats running around. Azrael took a turn and found himself walking toward the climbing wall. He sighed and shoved the rest of the sandwich into his mouth. He stopped and starred up at the wall.
“Yuu don ‘ook so tuff.” Azrael said through a full mouth. Bits of saliva soaked bread shot out. He continued chewing and swallowed hard, the sandwich nearly got lodged in his throat. He coughed and pounded on his chest with his fist for a second. “Easy there Az.” He muttered.
He licked his lips and wiped his mouth clean of mustard and crumbs. In his time here at Camp Half-Blood he never gave this thing a try. He hadn’t even seen it in action. Azrael had only heard about what it did. He hardly left his little hammock area in the forest, so there were still plenty of things here at Camp Azrael had been witness to. Except Capture the Flag, an army of Ares kids came tearing through his camp site. They seemed to be one of the only cabins that didn’t fear him or try to avoid him. They trampled all over his favorite jacket. Though one of them tripped over the hammock, which caused a little bit of joy on Azrael’s part.
He took a deep breath and continued to size the climbing wall up. No one else around, he could see most of the camp over at the arena for sword training and another handful were probably at the archery fields or the volleyball court. Azrael thought about that Hermes girl he accidentally touched the other day, the day he met Daniel. Thankfully he didn’t kill the girl but he had hurt her and it bothered Az, more than he really let on to Daniel. It bothered him a lot. |
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Post by Avery Reynolds on Oct 26, 2010 21:37:31 GMT -5
  i wanna crash out, burn out, but least i'm gonna know what it's like
to feel ALIVE
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Unlike most campers, Avery Reynolds loved the climbing wall. She was extremely skilled at it - she was quick, strong, and able to maneuver herself in such a flexible way that she didn't have any problems ducking or avoiding tumbling boulders or shooting lava. As a daughter of Hermes, she was pretty much good at everything... never excelling in one area over another other than pranks and an unmatched sense of humor. As far as Avery went just about all of that applied (the unmatched sense of humor was her own opinion, of course). Just, as far she she was concerned, she was even better than some at this climbing wall thing. Dodging and fighting danger was what she did best.
After all, she was a fairly skilled fighter. She'd proved that many times over to several campers. She was no daughter of Athena, or Zeus, or Ares, but she was better than some kids. Mostly saps who thought they were better than everyone else and didn't practice as much... even though Avery didn't practice that much either. Hell, she skipped more than have of her combat practices anyway. She had more important stuff to do, like set traps for unfortunate campers (and sometimes counselors if they were stupid enough to get caght) or do fun things like steal from the kitchens or climb up this wall. Most of the time when she was skipping a session, like she was now, she was here. It was where most kids knew to find her.
As she was climbing down from a rather vigorous session (a column of lava had almost burned her face off), Avery spotted someone else nearby - someone she'd never spoken to before. Sure, she'd seen the guy around. She saw everyone, even if they never saw her. Being a daughter of Hermes, she just had a sense of people like that. Being friendly enough, she decided to brighten up his day a bit by speaking to him. She was bored anyway - needed something to do before she headed off to her cabin to do gods know what else.
She hopped down from the last of the rocks just as she heard him muttering to himself about the climbing rock wall not looking so tough. Avery brushed her dusty hands on her pants and smirked, and headed towards him. "Yeah, I know, but I always end up proving them wrong in the end. You know what they say about assuming," she told him with that smart-alleck smile of hers. She brushed some of her sunny blond hair away from her face; she hadn't felt like tying it back earlier today and so she'd just left it hanging around her head. It was typically what she did with her hair anyway - nothing. She certainly wasn't the picture of perfection either. She was dirty from climbing the rock wall, soot covering a portion of her shirt and some of it was smeard across one cheek. But Avery had never been one to care much about her appearance.
"They also say that talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity. I'd watch myself if I were you. Name's Avery, if you care to know." She winked at him with that same mischievous grin she always had when talking to knew folks.
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Post by Edmund Servius on Oct 27, 2010 6:17:56 GMT -5
Edmund was beginning to explore more of Camp. The young ghost boy had been out of the Underworld for around three weeks now. He had accomplished only two, well, three things. Awesome! One thing for each week! he squealed internally. One: He got out of the Underworld. If he ever found that person he followed, he would be thanking him profusely. Two: He found his old home. Sadly, no one was there anymore. No matter, I have a whole eternity to find them! Third: He got someone to see him. Yes! ONE person had finally managed to see and hear the dead eight year old. Ed was ecstatic! This was so exciting; his eyes soft brown eyes were blazing with hopefulness. At first, he had thought that people were ignoring him. Then, after a few days, it finally occurred to him that they weren't ignoring him. They just couldn't see him, or hear him for that matter; he had thought something had been off when he asked an energetic seven year old if he wanted to play and never got an answer. Not getting an answer out of an older woman who one of his best friends had deemed a physco-path and not getting an answer from a boy of around his age were two totally different things. Well, at least one person out of... there were to many people for Edmund to count; he had tried so many. If one person could see him, surely others could too! If one person saw him, there was hope. Actually, a right more bit than hope. The small eight year old continued to zoom around the place where he had met the girl for about three days; he had been around this Camp for about a week now. For three days, he just stayed in the big pit and took it all in. Every rock, every seat, every tiny ant crawling. It was so much FUN! He knew this would be dumb to other people, but the fact that someone had seen him was so darn exciting! Edmund soon figured out that the pit was some sort of gathering place for the whole Camp. From listening to the other people, he had learned that the place was called an amphitheater. If that was the amphitheater, Edmund liked it, a whole lot. Every night, everyone would be there. There were so many people there, and all alive. It was absolutely fantastic! They would sing and the fire in the middle would change colors. It was so pretty! The ghost floated other places, slowly getting a feel for this camp. There was a forest, which he enjoyed zooming through. He sort of established his own tree, like he had been he was little. Then there was fields of strawberries, a really big house, a lake, training grounds and an armory which sort of looked like the ones near his old home. Today, he was exploring activities center. So far, he had seen and watched people do crafts. He had tried those people, none of them heard him. Then he continued floating and saw a very large climbing wall. The eight year old was immediately awed by it; Edmund stared at it with curious and bright brown eyes. He remembered looking at a picture of it once, but to get to see one in real life was amazing! It reminded him of when he used to scurry up and down things when he was alive. Then, something else caught his attention. There was someone near that climbing thing, and someone else talking to the person. Even better. There were TWO people! Edmund grinned. He liked these people already! The mortal ghost zoomed up towards the boy and girl like a rocket on hyperdrive. He slowed as he neared them, wondering if the boy or the girl could see him. The girl was talking to the boy and she said her name was Avery. The ghost boy squealed internally, his energy level zooming up. Before he could stop himself he opened his mouth. "That's a pretty name for a very pretty girl!" he commented happily, a great big grin on his face and bouncing in mid air around the two. Then he turned his attention to the boy near the wall. Edmund stayed quiet for a few seconds, which was hard for him; he stayed quiet so the older boy could answer the girl first. She was there before Ed anyway, so letting him address her first was only polite. If the male could see him, then he probably wouldn't be as startled when Edmund started talking; that had been his hope with the girl as well, but he couldn't stop himself once he had heard her name. That was what the younger boy hoped, at least. Finally, Edmund couldn't stay quiet any longer. It seemed like it had been hours, even though it had only been around twenty seconds. "HI!" the young boy chimed happily to both the people there, his brown eyes blazing with hopefulness. If these people, or even just one of them could see him, then this would officially the second best week of his life! Note: o.O Sry for the word count. Haven't RPed him in actual RP for a while and didn't realize how much muse he had pent up.
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Post by Azrael Everett on Nov 19, 2010 11:32:10 GMT -5
Azrael had been so preoccupied with his thoughts about Dan that he failed to notice the potentially hot blonde on the wall of lava. He blinked and cleared his throat. It was cute; she thought he was talking about her. Though the statement he made could have been applied to this blonde standing before him. She was rather tiny. Azrael scratched his neck and looked from the wall to the blond.
“I bet you do prove them wrong every time.” He looked her up and down. “Don’t get me wrong i’ve seen some pretty tough chicks. I mean you learn not to judge by looks here. But I’m still kind of surprised. You’re like tiny and compact.” Azrael scoffed. “I’m willing to bet you’re like a ninja, swift and deadly. I like that in a chick.”
The smile on Azrael’s face faltered for a second, “How old are you?” He had to remember that he was probably one of the oldest Demi-gods here. Everyone else running around hadn’t finished puberty yet. There was a look of uncertainty on his face unsure if he should be disgusted with himself for hitting on a girl who probably hadn’t been to her junior prom yet. Gross.
He shook his head and pushed the thought aside. Azrael shifted on his feet. “Yeah well I’ve always been a step below insane. I’m Azrael, if you care to know.” Azrael prayed this girl was at least legal that way he wouldn’t have to go back and cry himself to sleep with a guilty conscious. Another voice broke through his trouble thoughts. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a kid. At first Azrael figured it was just another half-blood joining the party but then as he turned his head to look at the kid fully he realized he could the grass behind the kid’s head. Azrael felt his stomach drop slightly. He rolled his eyes, “Oh you got to be freaking kidding me. Another one? Do I have a sign on me that says Ghost Whisperer?”
It didn’t dawn on Azrael in that moment that the girl Avery wouldn’t be able to see this ghost boy. Once again it seemed that he was talking to himself. Azrael couldn’t help it though; he thought at camp he would be safe from this spirit crap first Luke and now this little boy ghost, which was extremely creepy. Nothing made Azrael more uncomfortable than children ghosts. He didn’t like to think about how they might have died. It was unnerving to know that they didn’t get a chance at life. |
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Post by Avery Reynolds on Nov 24, 2010 20:36:10 GMT -5
i wanna crash out, burn out, but least i'm gonna know what it's like
to feel ALIVE
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Avery probably should have mentioned that, while she showed all the boys wrong, all the boys ran away screaming too. Which proved not to make a successful love life, considering as it seemed as though all men were the same - losers who were all looking for some helpless damsel to protect. The only problem with that was, as she had proved time and time again, Avery didn't need any protecting. She was strong enough as it was, having spent eight years here learning from Chiron and the various other instructors and also learning from her siblings. In fact, Avery had given up on the whole dating thing about a year or two ago when the one guy she'd had a crush on flat out told her that she was too 'masculine for a typical chick'.
She smirked at the newly introduced Azrael, tilting her head in a way that was probably meant to be a little intimidating. But, of course, when Avery did it, it just looked like she was trying to cause trouble... which, a majority of the time, she was. "Yeah, you like that in a chick until they knock you on your ass," she commented, almost with a bitter undertone. But Avery, being the easy-going girl that she was, had long since forgiven such a grievance. All because she had given up on dating didn't mean she hated every single male that crossed her path. It simply wasn't in her nature. She wasn't even sure if she was capable of hating anybody.
Her eyebrows shot up at the age question, considering as it wasn't one she'd been asked by an almost complete stranger before, but seeing as she was a naturally go-with-the-flow kind of chick, she answered. "I'm turning eighteen in a week or two, but until then I'm stuck seventeen. Why? Are you some kind of sexual predator?" Avery smirked, even though that it wasn't a very good attempt at joking around and that was a subject that wasn't entirely joking matter. But hey, since when did Avery have a straight, understandable sense of humor?
Now, sanity had never been on Avery's top priority list. In fact, having been in this world so long, she had long since given up on the world making sense ever again. There were too many mysteries... too many ambiguities to really know whether or not the world she was used to would change or not. However, all because Avery didn't count sanity as one of her top values didn't mean that when she saw something crazy, she wouldn't be concerned. Which was probably why, when Azrael started talking to thin air, her eyebrows furrowed. "Are you one of those kids who's jumped off the deep end one too many times?" she asked bluntly. "Or do you just talk to the air for fun, and pretend like you're Jennifer Love Hewitt?"
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Post by Edmund Servius on Nov 24, 2010 22:14:54 GMT -5
Edmund couldn't wait to see these people's reactions. They both seemed so nice! The eight year old continued to bob in mid air, looking back and forth as they talked to eachother, trying to contain his excitement and keep quiet long enough for them to have conversation with eachother first. It would be nice to have someone to talk too again; the boy continued to whisk back and forth a few feet from the two of them, feeling the air around him move right through his body. Some air shot straight through the bullet hole in his stomach which was visible. Ed had tried to cover it up somewhat, but it wouldn't work. Plus, the dark stain of red couldn't hide; neither could the tear in his jeans or small cuts on his face, hands and knees. He giggled as he felt the cool air pass through him; sometimes it tickled! As the pair of them started talking to eachother, Ed listened intently. Something about a chick... The young boy's mind wandered off the two that were talking. Chicks were cute, yellow and so very fluffy! Then he shook his head and tried to focus on the two people standing infront of him again. The boy asked the girl her age. Ed already knew her name was Avery, but didn't know how old she was; it would be a nice tidbit to know about her. The ghost boy bobbed up and down in anticipation of Avery's answer. She was seventeen, about the turn eighteen; Edmund giggled. "So you can vote in a couple weeks!" he squeaked happily, still not sure if she could hear him or not; as he thought about it, he wasn't sure if that information was correct or not. For some reason, Edmund had remembered that bit of information from Alex. Sixteen was driving, eighteen was voting and twenty one was adult. That was what Ed remembered Alex saying, anyway. Hopefully it would be only a matter of time to see if he had remembered correctly. As he continued to listen, a grin spread across Ed's face. "Sanity is overrated!" he squealed joyfully, zooming around the two in a circle happily. Many people could easily say that the little boy was insane. Edmund talked to anything and everything. People who couldn't hear him, trees and animals just to name a few. If a person named it, Ed would probably admit, proudly, that he had talked to it at some point in his life. He shook his head and made himself concentrate on the situation. So, the boy's name was Areal. "That's a lovely name too!" Ed sang out cheerfully. The boy named Areal looked older than Avery at any rate. Edmund didn't care about age, as long as they could see and hear him, he'd be extremely happy. He remembered, once or twice, that he had really really tried hard to communicate with someone who apparently couldn't see him. Those two people he had tried it on, were kids, like himself. One kid had looked around, throughly confused; the other had ignored him completely. Oh well, so it only worked once, at least that was something! Now that he was around more people, maybe he could try it again. Edmund looked at the two standing near him. One wasn't exactly a kid; neither of them were, but if they had the mind like one and had a bit imagination and openness maybe it could work! ... or maybe it had nothing to do with a kid and their mind. Edmund wasn't sure. Maybe it was just him concentrating. The eight year old almost fell out of the sky. "YOU CAN SEE ME?!" he yelped in pure excitement. If this boy, Azrael, said yes, then Ed would officially love him for it. Edmund then looked at the girl, who apparently had just seen Azrael talking to himself. Aw well, at least ONE person could see him... hopefully. "No, no, no, he's not crazy!" the boy giggled, unable to stop himself. He ghosted up to the girl, around six inches away from her. "Can you see me?" he asked, tilting his head in a questioning way and focusing really hard on the girl. Focusing was never really a strong point for him, but if he really wanted to, he could. Right now, more than anything, he wanted them to hear and/or see him. Although he felt that he already knew the answer to the question initially, without him focusing, it wouldn't hurt to try and add the focus in. Maybe the answer could change. Besides, her initial answer to his question had been sort of a dead give away when she had asked Azrael something that had the connotation of him going crazy. Perhaps if Edmund really tried to focus it could possibly work... maybe just a little. OCC: Bleh! I'm sry about the post length!
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