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Post by Ryan Simons on Jul 16, 2010 10:18:59 GMT -5
- **NOTE**: !This thread starts in the forest and ends up in the Big House!- Are you stuck inside a world you hate? Are you sick of everyone around? With their big fake smiles and stupid lies While deep inside you're bleeding ~Welcome to My Life, Simple PlanRyan was out for a walk in the forest right before going to his quest. This could well be one of his last moments of quiet with the forest. He just needed this time to clear his head and think. In a few days he'd be on his quest with Aria and Gabby, fun fun. He still had half a mind to just ditch the whole thing. The worse part of the whole prophecy was the death part. Sure, he wouldn't mind if he died, but if anyone else died because of him... well, lets just say it'd sort of push him right over the edge. Great, I'll become a murderer as well, Ryan thought bitterly as he continued to move through the forest. Then again, he half was already sort of a murderer. It wasn't direct, but it had been his fault. His stomach flipped. Just don't think about it! Well, that wasn't going to happen. He'd been thinking about it for nine years. Sometimes he wasn't feeling as bad as others, but it still felt horrible at times. That was when he just wanted to run away and well... do not that good of stuff. He half bit his tongue and continued walking, at a slightly faster pace. Soon he came to the creek. Water, yikes; he shivered, remembering his meet up with that water nymph. He half rolled his eyes and walked along it, but not to close. He continued to walk along the river, when he saw something up ahead. The fifteen year old narrowed his eyes. It looked like it was laying down. Ryan took out his dagger in case it was a monster and edged towards it. As he got nearer to it, he felt something really cold settle inside him. It looked like a human body. No mortal could of gotten in and mauled by a monster, right? Ryan halted, as much as he didn't want to see it, he would go crazy if he didn't finish this out. He was the first to see him and he wouldn't let the body, mortal or not, be eaten. Ryan bit his tongue and took a few steps closer, his stomach half flipping. No. He stopped. He shouldn't care who this was or... he was walking again. Forest. Unmoving body. Edmund. All that was missing was a gun shot. Ryan hoped that it wouldn't come. No, hang on; the person may be just knocked out. Yeah, keep that foolish hope. The fifteen year old came up to the body and looked at it, feeling sick now. Ryan knelt down beside him, seeing it was a male and lightly put his fingers on the boys throat. A few minutes... nothing. He put his hand above his mouth and nose. A few minutes... nothing. He was dead. Ryan felt really dizzy. This was sickening. He had to get this boy back to Camp. As Ryan looked at him more, he sort of recognized him from seeing him around Camp. Ryan had no knowledge of his name or anything. This was a demigod. A sudden flare of anger started to go across him. Someone had killed a Camper and invaded their home. Whoever had killed this boy was so going to die now. Ryan looked around to see if anyone was still there. If they were, they were so going to die. After a few minutes, the demigod sheathed his dagger. Okay, now Ryan had to get him to Camp. The boy looked a bit older than him, maybe even the same age, Ryan had no idea. All he could hope was that he could carry him to Camp. The walk to Camp had to be the longest one in his life. First, he was carrying a body; second, he was having a forced reminder of something that happened a while ago. Finally he came to Camp and went as fast as he could to the only place he could think of right now. The Big House. Annabeth and Percy should be in there, they'd know what to do. He stepped in and put the body on a chair, feeling really sick. He looked around and shut his eyes. "Fish Face?" he called, looking around. "Owl Brain?" he asked. "You guys in here?" Ryan began to shake slightly. Even though it was under these circumstances, he was still half himself and not calling anyone by name.
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Post by Sophia Greene on Jul 16, 2010 12:39:32 GMT -5
Nothing was right anymore. Something had to be done. Sophie felt it in her soul that something was wrong. Very wrong. Like a war was upon them or something. After shooting at the archery fields one minute and walking around the next, going back and forth between that, nothing was the same. She looked like she hadn’t slept in a week. Nightmares came and went and nothing seemed to stop them. Lucky the sun kept her energized when she needed it. That was a Brightside to being a daughter of Apollo. Because of this, she always thanked her father silently.
Sophie made it up to the house to talk to Chiron about something. She actually wanted to leave for a short time. The talk with Lady Hecate at the lake, really had her thinking. Holding the amulet that the great lady had given her, that now hung around her neck tucked away, she sighed going up to the Big House. The last time she had came here was when she arrived her first time at camp a little more then about a year or two ago. After all there was no since in coming up here unless called. Gripping her bow as always, she went in and looked around. Not able to hear or see anyone around. With questions in her head she made her way upstairs to see if the Oracle of her father would say anything. Anything at all.
The room was dark, full of objects here and there from various quests, many adventures that others had been on. Even things that campers didn’t want was stored up here. She looked to the window where the Oracle sat. Inside a old mummy that looked like a hippie. This was her father’s Oracle? Okay. Well she didn’t hesitate to go over and ask her questions. “Something wrong and bad is going to happen soon. I can feel it. What is it?” No answer. “Who are the demigods who are going to be in trouble? How am I suppose to help in anyway?” she asked. No answers to either one. Sighing she got up and walked back down the stairs.
Hearing a voice she look up, seeing Ryan a son of Lord Ares. “Hey Ryan,” she replied stepping off the last step of the stairs. “How are you? What is up?” she asked. She hoped they could actually have a conversation and no fighting, this time. (She hardly got along with Lord Ares kids.) Something was wrong. "Hello? Earth to Ryan? What is it?" She began looking around. Seeing the body she was in dead shock and wasn't sure of what to say or do, so she just sort of stood there, feeling herself going pale.
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Post by Ryan Simons on Jul 23, 2010 22:11:03 GMT -5
Ryan stood there, visibly shaking slightly. This was crazy; he felt the shock wearing off and his face becoming whiter and whiter. Someone or thing evil had actually managed to get into Camp and kill a Camper. He slowly began to start feeling angry again. If he ever found who did this, he was so going to kill them. They were so dead! His hand half twitched to his dagger; then he stopped. Why the heck was he feeling like this? He shouldn't be feeling like this! He shouldn't care at all. This was a Camper that made this Camp the Hades that it was. Ryan gritted his teeth, then looked at the body on the chair again. His stomach churned and he felt like he was about to be sick. This was just to hauntingly familiar. How could he just leave on his quest when a Camper was just laying dead beside him?! No. He had to stop feeling angry that this Camper was gone. He had to stop feeling guilty. He had to stop... Why was he still here, anyway? Like the girl had said in the forest to him such a while ago. Why didn't he just leave? It would be simple. He had snuck out of Camp plenty. Ryan could of easily just slipped away in the night. The Battle of Manhattan. He hadn't joined Kronos, even though he was saying he hated Camp even then. He had fought for Ares and for Camp Half Hades. Why why why why why?! His head was spinning and he started to feel confused. Because you like it here. No, I don't. Its Hades here, its ruined my life! You're just denying yourself again! This has been more your home than Kath's ever was. No. I'm not. I'll be happy to leave here on a quest. Just as long as another Camper doesn't get killed. Ha! You do care about the other Campers! SHUT UP! Oh gods, more mental battles, just the thing to make him even more mental than he was. That was what he was to everyone. The mental son of Ares. He was getting sick of these head wars. The son of Ares hesitated as someone called. It took him a few seconds to register that the person had called to him. Ryan. He was still getting used to his name, he slowly looked up to face the person. Naturally, he didn't recognize her. Not really; he remembered her in the arena with his 'brother' and what seemed to be her brother. He had no idea what her name was and he had no idea how she knew his name. They had never introduced themselves to eachother. Not that he cared what her name was. "Hi," he said flatly, his voice shaking slightly. His head started to go fuzzy, he couldn't concentrate, this was just to much. "I'm fine," he said numbly. He'd be set for life if someone paid him to say that. He had been saying that so much as of late. Someone asked him how he was and he always said fine. He always lied. He got shot out of his zoning out as the girl addressed him again. She saw the body and he saw her going white. He couldn't stand to see someone else on the floor. She sort of looked like she was about to faint. If he saw another body drop on the floor, he may loose it. He took her arm and more or less roughly sat her down in a chair opposite the body and him. "I-It's h-horrible..." he hissed, half shaking. "I-I just... just f-found him... like-like this..." he forced himself to continue, feeling sick. "In... th-the f-forest," he ended, shutting his eyes and taking deep breaths. No, he was not going to be sick in front of her; Ryan sat down, feeling like he was going to collapse. Then it hit him; his sitting didn't last long as he shot up fast, then immediately feeling dizzy. "OH GODS!" he growled, getting snapped out of his sickness for a second. He got shot out of anger and back to miserableness in a nanosecond as it crashed down on him. "Fish Face and Owl Brian aren't here!" he said, a slight snarl coming into his voice, he was feeling sick again. What to do now? He sat back down in the chair.
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Post by Sophia Greene on Jul 24, 2010 15:34:07 GMT -5
Sophia had a hand to her mouth. She thought she was going to be sick. No. Not in front of Ryan. She wouldn’t. Not in front of anyone. She was shaking so bad. But this was camp! One of the safest places in the world for a demigod. What was worse was she recognized the boy laying there dead. Blake. He was a son of Hermes she knew. How could something like this have happened. Annabeth! Percy! They were not back from their quest yet, where they!?! She tried standing up but her legs would not support her.
She had to pull herself together. This was not her. She never lost it like this. Never. Sophie got up slowly and didn’t look at the body. “Ryan…” She said shakingly, slowly going over to him, but major fail and falling to her knees at his feet. She was not going to pass out but she felt like she was going to be sick. “We… we have to…. Have to get help.” she cried. Now Sophia was not one for crying in front of people but she was looking down, her hair in front of her face, so she didn’t count this as actually crying in front of him. Tears rolled down her pale face. She went over, well crawled over, to a window where the sun shown threw. Just a touch of the light, gave her strength back. It was weird but funny lately. She cold find the strength in the sun. She could dry off quickly, she could even dry someone or something else off and she hardly sweat, most of the time. It was like Percy and his gift of water. Sophie didn’t look back at Ryan or Blake. She was holding herself together, wanting to leave. But that would not have been right at all. “What do we do? What should we do?” she asked though it came out as a whisper.
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Post by Ryan Simons on Jul 26, 2010 18:11:41 GMT -5
Ryan had thought Camp was safe. Scratch that idea now. He forced himself to look at the boy opposite him, laid out on a chair. The boy looked like he didn't have a scratch on him, then again, Ryan was to sick to to back and reexamine him. The son of Ares was to much in shock in the forest to really absorb anything but a dead body when he first saw the boy opposite him. The girl beside him looked like she was about to be sick. Ryan didn't really blame her; he felt sick to his stomach and entirely freaked out, not that he'd ever get sick or tell anyone, ever. GODS! The one freaking time he needed Fish Face and Owl Brain and they were away. They were away on some stupid quest! He had just gotten a quest himself and he was not looking forward to it at all! "Who... who is he?" he forced himself to ask the girl beside him. He had no idea who she was, even.
If anyone cared to ever watch Ryan on a normal basis, this was not at all him. He was usually rough and everything a son of Ares was normally. He had never once lost it at Camp. Never. Well, scratch that. The time that Kath told him Alex was dead, he did break down. When Nike asked him about Edmund, he had stuttered a bit, but that was it. Other than that, he had been himself. Mean, cold, angry and every other possible, negative adjective. Now he was stuttering and feeling sick, the way he had felt when he was talking to Nike about Ed. This was reminding him to much of that. He couldn't stay here. Not with this body right opposite him! The girl snapped him out of his thoughts. "I know!" he snapped, reverting to his old self as quickly as he had turned not like him. He looked at the girl who had gotten up, fallen and was now looking like she was about to vomit. Then she was over by the window, looking at the sun. There was no sun in Ryan's world now. Just darkness, anger and guilt. After a few moments, it looked like the sun had given the girl new energy. There was nothing that could ever revive Ryan of anything, ever. "I don't know," he growled. Then he got an idea. "Alert one of the more Senior Campers," he snapped. "And the Head of whoever's Cabin this boy was from as well. Camp needs to know something or someone has invaded."
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Post by Sophia Greene on Jul 26, 2010 20:13:49 GMT -5
Sophie didn’t look up as he yelled at her. She hated when people yelled at her. It usually made whatever circumstance they -whoever was involved or in the room- seem and make her feel like it was her fault. This was just to much. A brush of warm but cool air came out from the hall. The screen door on the house must have blew open and shut, but it was never normal weather here. Sometime she wished it was. Shaking, she shot back at him. “Would you please stop yelling at me!? I didn’t do anything! Now shut up so I can think.” she yelled facing him and turning back to the window. Ryan, she knew had been there at least a year before herself. Taking a breath. She took another breath, and glanced at the body.
Turning away she responded, “All I know about him, is his name is Blake, I don’t know anything else.” Sophie thought this could not be good. Of course this couldn’t be good! It was a bloody nightmare! Camp was suppose to be safe. It had been for two years, well up until now. Sophie jumped as he yelled at her again: "Alert one of the more Senior Campers," he snapped. "And the Head of whoever's Cabin this boy was from as well. Camp needs to know something or someone has invaded." “Please stop yelling at me!” she yelled back. She was beginning to get a headache and was glad no tears except her eyes. Senior Campers?!? Who?! The only two she knew of was Annabeth and Percy. Who else?! The sun was doing no good to her, like it usually did. What was a poor Apollo girl, with no abilities but with the bow suppose to do!!?! Though she was so called cabin counselor of her cabin -mainly because she was the oldest of the cabin- she didn’t know what to do. She was not trained or anything in this! A tear fell, and she quickly whipped it away. Sophia thought that and had a feeling that this was only the beginning of a huge nightmare.
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Post by Apate on Jul 26, 2010 22:55:03 GMT -5
Agatha walked through the strawberry fields, watching the volleyball game going on and fingering the mirror Eris had given her. She had managed to find a way to shrink it temporarily to a smaller, more concealable size so she could stow it away in her pocket easily. After all, one could never trust the children of Hermes that she shared a cabin with. Maybe she would use the lovely little trinket on someone prior to original first target, seeing as said target presently wasn’t here. Stupid quests. She was just running down her list to pick out a name when she heard something.
‘OH GODS!’
It sounded like it came from the Big House. She glanced back at the people at the volleyball court, but none of them seemed to have noticed. They were too busy laughing and shouting. She took her hand out of her pocket and broke into a steady job towards the Big House. Whatever was going on, she did not want to miss it. It felt a lot longer moving like this rather than her usual old faithful transport: basically teleporting. But to seem like a demi-god, she had to act like one. And that meant walking. Finally she got to the front porch and hurried up the steps, her deep brown curls bouncing with every hopped stair. Shoving the screen door open, she started to hear the voices inside. Yes, something was going on alright. Something that got one boy shouting quite a bit. Wait, she knew that voice. She’d met him in the woods. That was in her non-disguised form though. The boy was Ryan, one of the more aggressive people she’d had her eye on. This would be fun. The girl she heard just about as anxious as the boy, that one she didn’t recognize. Ah, well, new faces were always nice. And by nice, she meant good for the, ah, collection.
Agatha came to the door and stopped, taking everything in with a soft gasp. She clasped her hands over her mouth. Hey, average nine-year-olds would be freaked out by a dead body, right? Time to exercise her acting skills. She refrained from saying anything though. Glancing around with somewhere between a tell-me-I’m-seeing-things and what-happened expression, she confirmed the voices were Ryan and unknown-female-camper. She’d fill in that blank soon enough.
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Post by Ryan Simons on Jul 27, 2010 7:37:49 GMT -5
First of all, Ryan had no idea why she had asked him what to do. Sure, he was a guy; that didn't mean he was of much help though. The girl infront of him looked a bit older, but he was never sure, he wasn't good with age guessing. He just glared at her. "I didn't know you had the brains to think," he growled. Great, they were here bickering and a dead body was laying on a chair. Who was one of the older Campers. Fish Face and Owl Brian were gone, what about that Skeleton Girl? He was thinking that she was the daughter of Hades but he couldn't exactly remember. She was one of the older Campers, maybe one of them could get her. Ryan gritted his teeth. If she didn't like his ideas, she could just choose to ignore him.
Blake huh? Ryan just remembered seeing him around Camp. Wait.. what table was he at? He tried to conjure up a mental image of the Mess Hall when it was full. No luck; he couldn't really remember who was at whose table. He was never that observant and he had never really cared. So much about Camp being safe anymore. Was something wrong with the Golden Fleece or Needle Brain's Tree? Someone had told him that those objects kept the Camp safe. Ryan wondered if someone had tampered with those. He had been here since he was twelve; he had lived in this Hades of a Camp for three years, even thought he didn't act like it. Act like it meaning that he knew almost no one's name, well, that was changing lately, not that he ever called them by their name or anything though. He glared at the girl. "Fine, if you don't like any of my ideas, then come up with your own!" he snarled.
The son of Ares turned around, hearing a soft gasp. There was a little girl. He squinted at her. He knew her from... some where. For Notos! an annoying voice broke through his head. Food was dumped in the green fire. HEY HADES! Ryan's own voice taunted in his head, a plate of food went soaring at the Hades table. The food fight they had had in the Mess Hall. This girl had ducked down under one of the tables with another girl, he remembered calling them both cowards. As usual, he didn't know this girl's name or anything, it looked like she was a very young Camper though. Also, normal for him, he had no idea of facial expressions. Being young though, he was sort of guessing that it was sort of horrified and courious, that's what he would of been looking like if he walked in. That's what he had looked like in the forest probably. "Hi," he growled, looking at her. "Do you know this guy?" he asked icily, nodding over to the chair with Blake in it.
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Post by Sophia Greene on Jul 27, 2010 14:35:18 GMT -5
Sophie threw him a shut-the-heck-up kind of look and looked out the window once more. *Ideas?! What Ideas?! You haven’t suggested anything!?!* she yelled at him mentally. Really, she was already starting to get a mind grain. Thinking back, who was one who was here the longest. With both Percy and Annabeth gone, another name came to her. Celeste. Daughter of Lord Hades! Surely she knew what to do, right?! Surly this was -she hated to say- her area of expertise?
Sophie went to turn to the main door, about to go see if she could find Celeste. They had only met once… well actually Sophie never actually met her. But she knew her from other people. Like Percy, she sat alone at meal times. Though it was camp rules to sit with your own cabin, it still bothered her. She wouldn’t have liked it very much. Coming back to reality, and about to take a step to the door, she saw a small child there. About nine by the look of it. This honestly was not the best place -right now- for her or any young child. But what was Sophie to do? She walked over to the girl and knelt down. “Listen everything is -hopefully- going to be alright…” she tried to keep herself calm as well. “I’m going to look for Celeste or another Senior Camper, I wont be long,” she replied to the both of them and went running out of the house.
((OCC: I'll message Sarah (Celeste) to see if she wants to jump in if thats alright??))
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Post by Apate on Aug 11, 2010 21:12:28 GMT -5
Well, well, this promised to be interesting. Agatha kept up her innocent act though, one she’d perfected a little too well. Her reception was… mixed, to say the least. That Ryan boy looked like he wanted to kick her butt, though he seemed to get like that with everyone. Either that or he had something in his eyes out of the blue that was making him squint like a predator, which was much less likely. Naturally, his voice was about as pleasant as a conversation with Aphrodite - that is to say, kill me now. She shook her head vigorously. “I-… I saw him with three other boys at one of the table in back in the lunch hall. One of them had said ‘Notos’ once but that boy,” she said, pointing at the body, “wasn’t there. I don’t know who he is though. What happened? Is he okay?”
Then the girl came over and things started looking better. This one would be much easier to get on her side. Yes, just be nice and play down the dangerous stuff for the child, it’s alright. Shows you have a soft spot. And soft spots are so much fun to use to one’s advantage. Agatha nodded slightly. “Okay…” She glanced at Ryan and back to the girl. “Who’s Celeste?” Like Agatha didn’t know. But the girl was already running out of the room anyway. Perfect. An opportunity to exercise her charm on the Hades child too, if all went well. But for now, she kept up the confused act, and turned back to Ryan. “Who’s Celeste? Is she going to help?” Knowing Ryan though, the answer would likely be short, mean, and not really answer anything. Oh well. Not like she was in this for the actual answer. She looked back to Blake. “What happened?” Now that she was interested in.
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Post by celesterose on Aug 13, 2010 9:40:54 GMT -5
Celeste’s eyes had been scanning the book in her hand, to see if there was an answer to the question that had been bugging her for half the day: why did she suddenly feel like she had used her powers when she hadn’t? The daughter of Hades hadn’t called for any ghosts or skeletons, and had no need to use her power like that, but it didn’t explain why she felt drained of energy. This was a pretty stupid thing, to be drained of energy for reasons unknown. Celeste shut the book in anger and stopped herself from throwing it at a nearby window, being angry at this was not going to help anyone. The book was then placed in the bag on her lap, which she slung over her shoulder, and stepped out of her cabin and right in the path of someone.
“Watch it you--- Sophia, whats wrong?” the anger slipped from her voice in a moment, and she stared at the teenager. All emotion drained from Celeste’s face when she was being told what had just taken place. The kid’s death explained when Celeste suddenly dropped power, the part that she couldn’t control had seeked out the closest dead person, which ended up to be someone pretty close. The teenager hesitated for a moment, digesting all this information, before asking Sophia to show her where the body was, and the kid who found him. Celeste’s thoughts were going 100 miles per hour, now that Annabeth and Percy were nowhere to be found, she had to be the one to make the calls... and that was some hell of a pair of shoes to walk in.
All her thoughts were still all over the place when she reached the Big House, and Celeste had to size up everything she saw within a matter of seconds. Of course, the dead body itself didn’t faze her the slightest, she had seen many in her line of work, but this one was different, something had been taken, drained from him. Celeste glanced at Ryan, her sympathy went to him, the poor kid had found the body, and still looked a little stunned by it. “Okay Ryan, I know I’m not Annabeth or Percy, but I think I can help a little bit, until they get back. What I need you to do is to write down what you saw. Every detail matters, be it the colour of the sky, or how many birds you saw.” her voice had softened greatly, and she glanced back at the body, slightly dreading going near it. Who knows if its spirit still was around, waiting for Celeste to ask it a question. It looked like a pretty violent death, so the spirit normally stayed for a while, depending how bad the attack was. The Daughter of Hades glanced sideways and noticed a little girl, now that was something you don’t see everyday. “Uh, did she see something too? I don’t think a kid of her age needs to be witness to something of this... horror. Sweetheart, are you sure you want to stay here, I don’t think you’ll like staying around this body.” she directed this last question at the child herself, Celeste’s voice had changed to an adult talking to a kid again.
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Post by Ryan Simons on Aug 14, 2010 15:22:52 GMT -5
...I'm barely hanging on Here I am, once again I'm torn into pieces... ...Broken up, deep inside But you won't get to see the tears I cry ~Behind These Hazel Eyes, Kelly Clarkson[/right][/size][/font] Ryan glared right back at the girl as she gave him a disgusted look. He remembered the strange looks he had gotten from the clerk at the pet shop. Perhaps she was thinking him odd. Oh well, whatever. He didn't really care what she thought about him. His gaze went back to the body that was still and his stomach rolled over again. Ryan was seriously trying to fight the urge to throw up, having the younger girl there wasn't exactly helping. He didn't really think she should be seeing something like this, but she's the one who decided to walk in. Experience and observance were the best teacher, he guessed. The older girl he was with went to go out the door. Every thing would be okay? Yeah right, a Camper was laying dead in their midsts! Celeste. That girl was going to get Skeleton Girl, she should be able to help. Half of him was thinking that she was Hades' daughter after that little show she had put on for him. With all the raising of the dead and all. What other demigod child could raise skeletons like that? "Fine," Ryan growled after her, but not really shouting at all. It was more of a 'okay, whatever has to be done, do it,' voice. He sorta kinda had no idea what to do; all he had done was find the body, and that was creeping him out. That, plus he was afraid that if he opened his mouth to much, he might vomit.
His gaze locked back onto the other Camper, the small one who seemed to be one of the youngest at Camp. The youngest at Camp, that he wasn't sure of, being him, but she looked a bit on the young side. As she explained, his thoughts were confirmed on where he had seen her. "I remember you," he snarled, squinting at her. "You ducked under the table with that other girl," he growled. So, this boy had been with that annoying, overdramatic camper; the one that threw a cup at Ryan's head. The dead boy infront of Ryan hadn't been at the food fight though, just at the same table with the smaller boy in general. That annoying kid had said 'For Notos'; so, since the annoying kid and the dead boy had been at the same table, that meant they were half or maybe full brothers. The older girl had said that the deceased boy's name was Blake. Ryan's head came out of shock long enough to snap it together. This was Blake, son of Notos. Either that, or during the time that this younger girl had observed Blake, he had been breaking the rules and sitting with the wrong table. Ryan doubted that. "I.... I don't...I don't know what happened," Ryan said, loosing the growl. "He-he's... he's d-dead," Ryan grumbled, feeling light headed again.
He half shrugged as he listened to the younger girl's question. "She-she's a daughter.... of Hades, I think..." he muttered. This so wasn't happening... Oh shut up and pull yourself back together! his own head snapped at him. He was okay for a second and could think clearly. If she was a daughter of Hades, then she could help. "I don't know... if children of him can talk to the dead, then maybe," Ryan said, half hearing his own voice through a very long tunnel, he was loosing it again. "Yeah, I'm sure she'll be able to," he said a bit more firmly as his mind rebounded again. What happened? Ryan's stomach sank. "I... I don't know..." he answered honestly. "I-I was j-just in the forest... and... found h-him... like th-this..." the son of Ares explained nodding his head over to the unmoving body of Blake. Gods this was going to be one Hades of a day. Ryan didn't think his stomach or head could take much more of this.
Another Camper walked in. If they started asking him these questions all over again... great, Celeste. He internally rolled his eyes. She'd probably ask, and he still couldn't say anything with out hesitating and stuttering. Was the son of Ares stunned, shocked and upset? Very much so. If anyone even cared to watch him on a normal basis they'd know that he never acted like this. He was going to flipping kill the person who did this. He wasn't sure what his face was betraying, but he had no control over it now, so he just went with it. He probably still looked shocked and whatnot. "Y-yeah... I know you're not," he said flatly, trying to even get half himself back and failing horribly. Her voice was gentle, which was slightly bothering him. Ryan wasn't sure weather he could gave the patience or ability to just sit and write this whole thing down. For one, Kath and her education; two: his dyslexia and ADHD, sometimes stupid demigod powers, sometimes useful; three: he didn't know, maybe it would just disturb him more. "O-okay... fine, I-I'll try," he grumbled. Then the Ghost Girl saw the smaller girl there. "No... I don't think she saw anything," he said with a slight shrug.[/size] OOC: Trying out a new template I made ^^ Character Name: Ryan Simons Word From the Character: ...oh great. Ghost Girl has come to join the frey. Mood: Upset, Sick, Guilty...not that he'd ever confess it though To: Agatha Ellyse (Apate), Celeste Rose IC Word Count: 903
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Post by Apate on Aug 16, 2010 20:05:49 GMT -5
Agatha took half a step back when Ryan confirmed, to put it nicely, that he knew her. Well, aren’t we a sweet one? she thought sardonically. Her expression just appeared nervous and a bit ashamed though. So she was known as the one who hid under the table? Oh well, she wasn’t going for the tough facade. She was going for the innocent one. Seemed to be working well enough. She looked back to the body when Ryan explained a bit more though. Of course it wasn’t enough to be worth much of anything to the goddess, but to a small child, it was enough. And hey, knowing the kid was dead was at least something. “He’s dead…? Was he sick?” Seemed a logical question for a little kid to ask.
But then the more interesting topic of Celeste came up. It was sort of funny to watch Mr. Tough Guy Son of Ares stumble over his words. Wow, she might have to kill someone here soon just to get a kick out of freaking him out again! First things first. “Her daddy is the scary dead person god? Is she scary too? Hades sounds scary.” Of course Celeste wasn’t scary. Gods, being stuck in a pithos with her siblings, now that was scary. Hades himself couldn’t compare to that. And anyway, Apate had been keeping a surreptitious eye on Celeste. After all, she was a daughter of the big three.
Well, while she waited for the powerful, useful one to get here, she may as well drill Ryan with more childish questions, see how much she could make him squirm. Like asking him what happened. That was always a good one, seeing as he already looked like he wanted to blow chunks at the simple presence of the dead boy. “He was in the forest? What if a monster got him? I heard there are scary monsters in the forest. That’s why I don’t go in there. Maybe he found the biggest scariest monster of them all.”
Ryan was saved from further questioning by the entrance of the person of real interest. As, Little Miss Raises The Dead herself. Naturally, Agatha went unnoticed. Though when she started her spiel with ‘I’m not Annabeth or Percy’ Apate started to wonder about how important it would be to get this one on her side if the girl felt the need to identify herself as not so-an-so. Gods, get some self esteem, girl. Percy and Annabeth were not the only demidorks in the world (unfortunately). Then Celeste just had to continue with the whole bit about writing a novel about birds and colors and rock arrangements and crap. Apate just barely kept from laughing. Oh, this was rich!
And finally, finally, Celeste noticed the little nine-year-old in the room. Agatha shook her head fervently when Celeste asked, more to Ryan, which seemed a bit rude, than to her, if she’d seen anything. “He,” she pointed to Ryan, “said you can help. Can you do something? Why do you want to know about birds?” Well, she was curious as to what on earth the girl was doing making Ryan write an essay. And no sense leaving so fast.
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Post by celesterose on Sept 7, 2010 3:12:20 GMT -5
Celeste didn’t have to try hard to sense the soul was still attached to his body, waiting for someone to release it. The Daughter of Dead, glanced at the still body and could feel a cold calm cross her mind, she was going to be doing something she did best; calling forth the dead. The only problem this time was the fact she had no idea who this kid was, this was going to be the first time she would be calling someone she didn’t know. Unknown territory wasn’t a good thing to run into, especially when the cause of death didn’t look pleasant. Celeste stared at the face, racking her brain for some sort of connection, anything...
The look she gave Ryan was brief sympathy, before she pulled out her twin daggers, the ones only a descendent of Hades had access too. They glowed as she stepped closer to the dead kid, ready to use its power when she willed it. Celeste glanced at Ryan again and nodded, “This should help the kid pass back over to this world for a brief time, as long as I have something to describe to this kid, he’ll be able to remember what has happened. Anything will help; I don’t need everything, just something that he’ll remember.” she explained briefly, her attention back to the dead kid. She knew how scared Ryan would be, if it was anything like she felt when she witnessed her brother’s death, and then it would defiantly scare the crap out of him. Yet there was a haunting beauty to death, only the ones who dealt with it saw it for what it was. “It’s going to be all right, I promise. I’m glad you found him, if anyone else did... well we would be looking at a Camp panic which is not what we need right now.”
A small voice drew her back to the little girl, and Celeste nodded when Ryan confirmed that the girl hadn’t seen anything, which just left it all to Ryan. The teenager put her knifes back in her pockets and crouched down next to the girl, so she wouldn’t feel intimidated. “That’s right. I’m going to help us figure out what happened to this poor kid. You see, my special gift is the ability to communicate with the dead, they normally come into this world as Ghosts or Spirits, depending how long they’ve been dead for.” she enlighten, a gently smile on her face. Unlike her half brother, Celeste did love talking to the dead, what they could all learn from the past was amazing... the stories that were told. At the bird question, Celeste did a brief mental check back, wondering where she got that idea from then it clicked. “Ah, well when I call for the kid, he’s going to be really scared, and probley won’t remember a thing. So to help him remember, I’m getting Ryan to describe the scene, so that the Kid can remember quicker, and won’t drain my power.”
There was something foul that hung over the kid, Celeste noticed that immanently when she walked over to the dead body. The daggers glinted dark crimson as she approached him, warning her how close she was allowed to go before it automatically called him back. Celeste raised both daggers to the sky, and then pointed them to the earth, grounding the calling so it wouldn’t backfire in her face. “My father in the Underworld, I present you with a request....” she trailed off when she heard a small rumble beneath her feet. He was still mad with her, after that small fight. “Come on! That’s not fair! I can’t believe you won’t even listen to what I’m asking.” she hissed back to his response, crossing her arms across her chest. Gods, he was more of a child than she was, and that’s saying something. There was a brief pause, and the ground shook again. Celeste sighed deeply and shook her head at him, a small smile played on her lips. His voice interrupted “I want to talk with the kid who just died in camp... yes I know I’m not supposed to do this without permission from the people in charge... Father, please?
The answer was received when the power suddenly drained from her body, and she stagged to keep upright. She grabbed the nearest chair for support and watched as the soul of the kid traveled back into the world of the living. Notes: So sorry about the wait and the post length! I promise that next time I’ll keep to a reasonable level.
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Post by Ryan Simons on Sept 7, 2010 11:54:43 GMT -5
Ryan really wanted to be anywhere but here right now. He felt like throwing up or something this was just so... ugh; Ryan suppressed a shiver. To bad, no one was ever going to see him like he was when he had been told that- Gods stop making your head more overloaded than it is! his brian snapped irritably at him. Now his head was starting to hurt. The son of Ares bit his tongue and let his eyes slide to Blake's body; he shut his eyes two seconds later and looked back at the wall, trying not to feel sick. And he had thought seeing Edmund die was bad; seeing the Blake kid was a bit worse, but he had no idea why. Probably because he understood it more and he was hanging around the body a lot longer, he wasn't sure. Maybe the death seven years ago had been worse but his head was just in shock to make this one seem more disastrous. He had no clue; surely any death would shock at least one person like this. Gods this was sick, whoever did this would be so in for it.
The voice of the little girl brought him back to earth. He tried to roll his eyes but couldn't really manage it. "Yes he is, or have you become deaf?" he snapped; however, it was a dull snap, nothing up to his usual responses. "N-no... I don't think so," he muttered, giving his head a slight shake. Even though probably almost everyone thought he kept a blind eye to everyone and everything since he didn't care, Ryan could be pretty observant when he wanted to be. Since he came to Camp, it had been all the time, thanks to Kath and her turning him paranoid. Now that he thought back, he had seen Blake around camp a few times over the year and from the times that he saw him, he looked healthy. Although his face and neck did feel slightly wet when Ryan went to see if he had a pulse. Maybe that had something to do with how he died.
The demigod looked at the son of Notos. Well, there was a possibility Blake wasn't a son of Notos. He had been visiting at the Notos table, quite obviously since one of the Campers of the table had called the god's name out. Quite annoyingly too, he might add, looked like he had a flair for the dramatics. Ryan internally rolled his eyes; he still had a slight bump on his head from where the cup had collided with him. So what if the Blake boy was just visiting that table that his siblings were at the time that the small girl saw him? Maybe they weren't even siblings. Perhaps he was just a rule breaker and went to go visit his friends. Then that would bring around the possibility of him being the son of some other random god or goddess. Question was: Which one? Maybe when Fish Face and/or Owl Brian came back they could clear who the parent was. He looked at the little girl again. Gods did she have so have many questions? He externally rolled his eyes. "Well, yeah, if that's what you'd like to call him," he grumbled, shaking his head. He shrugged. "Never really got to know her..." he growled slightly, but his eyes were far from angry. The son of Ares looked up as he heard two knifes being unsheathed. What the Hades was she doing with glowing knives close to a dead body? His eyes traveled to Blake again and he forced them to stay there for five seconds before averting his gaze to the wall. No matter how many times he saw a dead body of a Camper (or probably anyone for that matter) he'd still probably go into shock like this.
Celeste explained then he nodded. "O-oh... o-okay," he muttered. Seeing a dead body was creepy. Seeing her get it back to the land of the living was going to be even scarier. Sure, he had seen Edmund get shot and die, but never saw him come back to the living or anything that Celeste was about to do with Blake. He tried to think. What could he say that would be helpful? Well, he could stop stuttering for one, but he didn't really see that happening right now. "I-it... It was by the water..." Ryan muttered, trying to keep the stammer out of his voice. "A-and...and his face and neck w-were wet..." If he thought it was hard to keep it together now, he couldn't imagine what he must of been like when he was eight... he had forgotten what he had done. "Whatever..." he said in a slight growl. Nothing was ever alright, and he was sure Camp could of coped if someone else besides him found Blake. "Sure that wouldn't of really been the case," he said in a semi growl.
As soon as the girl started talking and asking questions again, his brain (along with his temper) snapped around like a boomerang. For a few seconds it felt like nothing had happened. He gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes, trying hard not to just take out his dagger and stab the girl. GODS she was being SO unbelievingly annoying! "Yes he was in the forest! And no if he had found a monster he'd be bloody and unless you've turned blind as well there is no blood on him!" After he had said it the reality crashed in on him again. He rolled his eyes as Celeste took the child and started to talk to her. Gods how could she be so patient with that annoying little thing. As the daughter of Hades explained procedure to the small girl, the anger melted off of Ryan's face again. Celeste did some sort of asking Hades for the soul or whatever that was confusing to him. It seemed like he had rejected, but then Celeste staggered. Ryan went to grab her arm to try and help her prevent falling. "You alright?"[/size] OOC: o.o Eep! I'm so sorry about the post length! *hangs head in shame* Character Name: Ryan Simons Word From the Character: ..... -_- I hate Midget Mood: Upset, Sick, Guilty, In Shock To: Agatha Ellyse (Apate), Celeste Rose IC Word Count: 1,050 Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font]
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