Lost and Alone (OPEN)

[harmonia]

Dark. It was really dark. She was scared. How had it gotten so dar that fast? How long had she been out here? Harmonia had tears falling down her cheeks from the fear. Yes, she was scared of the dark. Scared to be alone in the dark. Scared of what lived in the dark. Every shadow seemed as if it could possibly hide something that wanted to hurt or eat her. She would be an easy meal. She didn't have a weapon on her. She wasn't a fighter. She was just a kid. Why had she gone out here? That was easy. She had been following someone. That someone seemed to disappear into thin air, leaving her lost in the middle of the forest. She was alone here, in the dark, scared, crying, and had no idea on where she was. Keep moving, keep going. Moving? Going where? Where had that voice come from. Was she going crazy. The feminine voice had just appeared in her head. But it made her wonder, how far was she from camp? How late was it?

Why did she have to have a curious mind? Harmonia tripped over a root for the upteenth time. Her clothes were scraped and muddy and holes in the knees of her jeans revealed cuts from her many collisions with the ground. She picked herself up again and wiped the mud on her palms onto her jeans. There was fresh scraped on her hands from her attempt to catch her fall. She was tired, hungry, and sore. How long had she been gone? It seemed like hours. It had to have been. When she left the cabin for the lake it had been only ten in the morning. Then she had seen that person near the forest and went to follow her. She had gotten lost and now it was dark. Did anyone even know she was out here? Did they know she was lost? She hoped there was someone looking for her. Maybe they would find her and help her get back to camp.

Harmonia heard a rustling behind her. She remembered all of the stories she was told about the monsters being kept in the forest. Without anything to protect herself, her safest bet was to run. She took off not knowing if she was moving closer to camp or farther away from it. She did know she needed to get away from whatever was hiding in the shadows. Her leg muscles began to burn, forcing her to slow as the pain set in. She was panting, tired from the excercise. She wanted to be in her bed, where she was safe. But she had to force herself to keep moving.

It wasn't that long before the small blonde girl came to a giant cluster of rocks. She remembered it was called Zeus' fist and that you could see the camp and a wide range around it from the top. The challenge was climbing up. If she could get to the top she could find her way back. So Harmonia started to scale the side of the boulders. She had gotten a good ways up, not enough to see anything, but far enough that she knew she could hurt herself if she fell. With a deep breath, the girl reached up and took a handhold on the surface. She moved her foot to push herself up, but her shoe slipped, causing her to lose her balance and slip, falling off.

When her body collided with the ground she let out a squeal of pain. It hurt so much. She tried to sit up but that made it worse. So she settled on curling into a ball on top the cold rock. She didn't know how long she would lay here before she would be found. Didn't even know if anyone was looking for her. Here she was, a hurt scared eleven year old girl, lost and probably forgotten about. It was dark, close to dinner if not after, and she was hungry and hurting. She settled it in her mind that she might be here a while. She definitely couldn't move on her own. So she laid there crying, the pain being more than she wanted to deal with. She just laid there and cried, waiting to be found.

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[Ryan Simons]

Ryan was feeling sick beyond belief, but he just needed to get away from camp. From midget, from the ghost, from the ghost whisperer from everyone. Besides that, he needed to get back into the forest and face his fears. He remembered that after Edmund had died, he hadn't wanted to go into the forest for a very, very long time. It wasn't until Kath literally threw him in, head first that he finally faced it and went in. It always had to be the forest, the one place he almost felt safe in. Most people would say that he was out of his mind. He felt safe in Camp's forest? The place were monsters were? Yes, he was out of his mind and had no logic whatsoever, but at the same time, the forest was almost a comfort zone for him. It was one of the very few places that Ryan felt like he belonged. Half of him associated the forest with happy memories, the other half with misery. It was more leaning towards the misery since this afternoon's events.

Of all the people in camp to go into the forest that afternoon and find a dead body, it had to be him. That dead body and a knocked out Cordelia that was partially his fault resulted in a feeling sick and guilty him. It didn't help much that he was about to set out on a quest the next morning. He needed someplace to calm his nerves, and the forest had to be it. He wouldn't do well in fighting at the arena; he'd, mostly likely get beat up because his mind all over the place. Then again, he had to learn how to control that as well. To him, sometimes going into the forest was a way for him to run away; not far, but far enough. The armory, he'd just start staring at the fire and thinking. Right now, having some serious time to think would not be a good idea. The last option, the last place he felt almost relaxed in, was the forest. He'd be on guard enough if a monster came up; he was almost always edgy, no matter how he was feeling.

Nightly walks through the forest weren't new to him. Almost every night, he'd stay out here until after curfew. No one really cared, and he had never gotten caught. Besides, even if he did just randomly disappear in the forest one day, maybe that would just be better for everyone. He sighed and trudged through the forest; he had been in here so frequently, it was no problem going around in the dark. He had it memorized, just like he had his old forest committed to memory. Even though he hadn't stepped a foot in there since he had been brought to camp, he was sure he could of remembered his way around it if he was ever brought back there. He ducked as he knew a low branch was there and then straightened as he came around the other side. His dark grey eyes were getting adjusted to the darkness, but the moon had little light to offer. All he saw were vague silhouettes of the forest around him. He turned around and, sure enough, he saw the outline of a thick branch that he would of cracked his head on if he hadn't ducked.

The boy knew it was dinner time or maybe even past it. That was why he was purposefully here. He did everything in his power to stay away from the other Campers, that included eating at odd hours. Today, he had eaten early, so he could just get out, miss the whole camp gathering and just come into the forest and say until he felt like leaving. He continued to walk forward, moving away some bracken with his scarred up hand and causing a few rustling noises. He continued to push on, and then a squeal broke though the once silent air. Ryan stiffened and contemplated for a moment. Where had that come from? He turned slightly and then started moving, towards Zeus' Fist. It wasn't on a daily basis, but sometimes knowing the forest like the back of your hand was useful. He slowed as he felt himself getting closer. The gigantic rock formation should be a yard or so infront of him. He stopped to listen, then he heard a sound infront of him. "Who's there?" he growled, taking out his celestial bronze dagger and getting in a fighting stance.

OOC: Hope this is okay! Sorry about the word count... lots of Ryan muse for some reason....
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Sort of Upset, Slightly Guilty, Thoughtful, Angry, Stubborn, On Guard
To: Harmonia Collette-Daughter of Aphrodite
IC Word Count: 773
Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
Ryan's Story Thinking

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[harmonia]

The longer Vanessa laid there, the colder it got. Why hadn't she brought a thicker jacket? Oh right, it had actually been warmer earlier that day. Well, while the sun had been out anyhow. Now she was cold, shivers starting to erupt across her body, it made her body hurt more. Maybe if she got more shelter from the wind. Would that help?

Despite the pain that consumed her when she moved, she sat up and crawled closer to the rock. She was a tiny person so fitting into a small crevice in the rocks was fairly easy. But the problem with that was that no one would be able to see her right off. So that meant she had to stay awake, listen for someone. It was her only hope of being found.

It felt like hours before she heard another noise other than owls. But in truth, it probably was only a few minutes. She stayed completely still and quiet, silent tears falling down her pale cheeks. There was movement on the edge of the clearing. If it was a monster, she was doomed. She had nowhere to run, no strength to run. She was in to much pain to do much moving. But then a male figure stepped out. He wasn't armed at first and then he pulled out a dagger. This made her scared. She tried to move further from view but when her back collided with the cold stone formation she screamed in pain despite her efforts to muffle the sound. As soon as the sound was out she regretted it. Her hand flew to her mouth and she watched the figure with wide eyes. If he was here to hurt her she had just gave away her position. That wouldn't be good. Hopefully he was there to find her and not to dispose of her.

[Ryan Simons]

The cool night air whipped around the boy as he continued to walk. It was a bit cool for a summer night, but he was used to it. Growing up in a room with no heat, summer or winter, made the cold outside bearable. When he had been younger, he had always been afraid that he'd freeze into a block of lice Ryan had his usual attire on; long sleeves, and long pants. Both black; right now, he was also wearing a dark sweatshirt because of the cold. His outfit was great when it came to blending in with the forest when there was little light. Over the years, he had developed sort of a forest sense; not just for this forest, but for any. He had begun to sort of connect with nature a bit more; then again, his alertness for all the sounds of the forest may of been an outcome of his paranoia, but still. It was nice to just know one place where he could actually sort of belong. Besides, the forest was full of monsters... and he actually considered himself one of them.

He continued his way around, still on alert for the Greek monsters. He half wondered if it was possible to make friends with one. Quite obviously not one that was interested in mauling a camper; it could maul him, but not another person at Camp. If the opportunity ever presented itself, perhaps Ryan should make the first move in an attempt friendship with a monster. Even though Kath had told him never to make the first move, maybe it was necessary with dealing with a hell hound or monster. Ryan had encountered a hell hound with a girl, but so far that had been the only one. Even if it was only once, that didn't mean that it couldn't happen again. Every few minutes, Ryan just stopped to listen. Owls, wind, a small animal scurrying... and then move on, those were the normal sounds of the forest. It was mostly growls, a crash of bracken, a large rustling, or unexplainable small glimmers of light (which would be the eyes) that he'd think it was a monster.

Ryan stopped to listen for another sound. He had taken his dagger out for defensive purposes mostly. If the person who squealed was being mauled by a monster, for instance. That, plus habit; he tensed, waiting for a growl or for yellow eyes that would indicate a monster. Instead, all he got was another shriek of pain. "Shut up!" he hissed out of habit. His head whipped around to where the voice came from; from the high pitch, it sounded female. Soon, his eyes depicted the outline of a huddled mess. His stomach flipped very slightly. "Who are you?" he snarled. He didn't hear any monsters, but he kept his dagger out. Just in case. Forests were unpredictable. That scream could of scared away small animals, but it could of attracted monsters. Maybe. Just as a precaution, he kept his weapon out and held his ground.

OOC: Hope this is alright!
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry, On Guard
To: Harmonia Collette-Daughter of Aphrodite
IC Word Count: 515
Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
Ryan's Story Thinking

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[harmonia]

Okay, so Harmonia wasn't that good with survival tactics. She wasn't like most the other campers. SHe didn't train hardly at all and definitely didn't know how to defend herself. She wasn't a fighter at all. She prefered the diplomat approach. Or, in simple terms, the can't we just talk it out method. She was very non confrontational. Often trying to keep the peace and to help people find a middle ground. She was a good mediator, and the kind of person that liked to help everyone calm down. Often trying to fix everything. But she couldn't fix this, this was her mistake.

As the pain started to subside a little, her body feeling numb from teh surge of white hot pain, Harmonia stopped so that she could listen. A faint sound of a twig breaking, the hoot of an owl as it hunted its meal, and the rustle of leaves as wind blew through the upper layers of the trees. She bit her lip softly and she waited. sHe didn't know what she was waiting for. A monster to come eat her? A person from camp to come to her rescue? There was no telling. She was a defenseless demi-god. A easy meal.

As the next pain shot through her back, she had screamed, but then was soon silenced by a male voice yelling at her to shut up. He sounded angry at her but she didn't know why. Did she do something wrong? She really didn't understand. She was hurting and lost. Was she to blame for everything and that be the reason he yelled at her. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as he asked her who she was in a mean tone. Did he hate her already? She didn't like people hating her. She didn't understand. "Harmonia." She spoke softly. "I stay in the Aphrodite cabin." She added even softer. Maybe if she was quieter he wouldn't be so mad. The last thing she wanted was him to throw the dagger at her for not listening or just out of anger.

[Ryan Simons]

Ryan continued through the forest. He knew survival techniques if he ever needed them. The boy was sure if he scraped the right rock against one of his blades, or if he found the right rocks, he'd get a spark. He half knew how to build his own shelter and he had also learned on what was safe and what wasn't safe to eat. All courtesy of one of his past friends from a long time ago. Ryan's older friend had said that learning from the kid was better than from learning at boy scouts. Ryan had had no idea what he meant by that. After a few months, he learned that it was sort of like a club to teach leadership and good qualities and all that useless stuff. It sounded pointless and stupid to Ryan.

He knew survival skills and he was learning how to fight. If anyone was to ever give him a few more lessons on survival, he'd take them. Being a demigod and all, different things could help. Ryan may of been disrespectful and all, but he would take advice from his betters. He knew there were a lot of people at Camp that were better than him at fighting. Aside from that, he was taking all of Camp's training grounds to his advantage. He almost thanked the gods that the training grounds were there. If he had come here only to learn that all of his stupid, abusive training had been for nothing, he would of flipped. Well, maybe not initially. He probably would of just kept fighting and training. Even if it turned out to be a stupid docile camp.

So far, Ryan only knew that demigod scent attracted monsters. He wasn't sure about the smell of blood or certain sounds. Hopefully screams and yells didn't attract any unwanted attention. Blood may attract predators around here, but that was all Ryan could think of. He wasn't exactly sure if he'd categorize monsters in the predatory category that he was thinking of. The girl responded back in actual English. Good, so she wasn't extremely hurt; she could talk and scream with no loss of breath, so she wasn't near going unconscious. He didn't really care about her name, although a part of him stored it away for later. Then she said something else.

He caught her cabin. Great, he had found a daughter of the love bird. Why did he always have to come in here and something happen? Couldn't it just be like the good old days where he just come in here undisturbed for just an hour or so?! He rolled his eyes and kept his dagger out, just in case. "Are any of your bones broken?" he demanded icily. Essential question. If her legs were out, then he'd have to get someone; he couldn't risk trying to carry her and just hurting her more. If nothing was broken then he could just guide her back to camp. He gave himself a mental slap. Gods he was getting way to soft, hearing screams and seeing dead bodies was doing something to him right now.

Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry
To: Harmonia Collette-Daughter of Aphrodite
IC Word Count: 537
Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
Ryan's Story Thinking

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[harmonia]

Being raised in the plush surroundings of upper class living, never having to worry about fighting for her life. She had a nice naive, normal life. She had liked it, it was easy, predictible. Easy to live. She didn't have to worry about the things that went bump in the night. Monsters didn't worry her. SHe didn't have to fight for survival. She sometimes wished she could go back to all of that. Just so she could have peace in her naivity. It was pure bliss to know only what she did then and be able to live a nice normal life of obscurity. But that wasn't in the cards for any kid at the camp.

Demi gods had it rough in life. they were pretty much play things for the gods. Chldren spawned fort tyhe soul purpose to run little errands and fight their battles. It really wasn't fair. Like they wanted their lives to be messed with like that. Harmonia didn't know her mom and she didn't know how much of her life had been influenced by the gods, but she liked to think they hadn't messed with her over the years. Like she was a doll on a shelf to them. And to be honest, she didn't mind.

Harmonia hadn't any clue how much of a burden it would be as a daughter of Aphrodite. No one took her seriously because of it. It wasn't fair. It wasn't her fault. Besides, she had depth unlike the general conception of the cabin. When he asked the question she sighed and thought for a moment making a mental catalogue of her bones. "I'm not sure, it just hurts a lot." SHe spoke with a slight sigh. She just wanted to be back in camp in bed.

[Ryan Simons]

Ryan knew that every single person in the camp of Hades came from a different background. He didn't care about them though. What mattered was that they all got dumped here. Children of the gods and goddesses who didn't even care. Ryan had never met his god half and, as of now, had no desire to whatsoever. The gods were just making their lives miserable. Period. That was it! If the gods were so busy with the world, then they shouldn't of been popping kids out all the time! If they weren't even going to be around, why bother having kids? To Ryan, all the immortals of the Greek world had just been doing a lot was: "forget the duties night", meet mortal, have a kid, never visit, and then expect their kid to be on their side. Ryan didn't think so. His parent had never done anything for him, so why should he take their side?

His upbringing had made him really rough and tough around the edges. It worked; he was still here and standing. He didn't know anything about a good life. If he had ever had one, it was long forgotten. All he could remember was Kath and her crazy teaching methods. Catch the Dagger had not been fun. Especially over a certain two month period. Kath had come up with all sorts of weird games to "train" him. Forget just weapon training, it was more like abuse while training. Ryan sort of wouldn't do anything to change it. He would take all the abuse again, he really didn't care; he was actually used to it. He had no regrets, expect one night of his life. It was sort of crazy how a few hours could ruin one's life, but it was true. He'd relieve that one night and that's it. Mostly because if that one hour hadn't happened, everything else wouldn't of. Forget hour. It went down hill in a minute and a few seconds.

The boy gave a slight growl. Just hurting? Well, duh; of course it would! "That's not much of a help!" he snarled icily. For a moment, he contemplated just leaving her there. It was easy food for monsters. Perhaps come back in a few hours with some salt from the dining Pavilion. He did know that salt agitated wounds by a lot; it had happened to him. Not a fun night. He contemplated. Well, she wasn't in excruciating pain, or she'd still be screaming or she'd be passed out. He ran his hand through his hair, thinking. Oh gods, why couldn't he just leave her there? But as the moon hit her outline and he remembered her scream from a few moments ago, Ryan just couldn't. He exhaled.

"Okay, here's what we're going to do..." He had already crossed out the idea of getting someone from the healing hut. The entire reason being that he'd made too many into the big house in the span of a few days. He did not need everyone knowing that he was suddenly turning into Mr. Softie, because he wasn't. He was just having a really bad week. Even if they speculated, he wouldn't care, but being in there gave him the creeps. He gave another glance at the girl on the ground, his mind still trying to formulate a plan. Half of him really didn't want to risk moving her because she may get hurt even more. The other half wanted to just go to the big house, despite his resentment against it. Then again, if he left her out here, a monster could get her; she looked in no condition to be fighting. He took a few strides towards her and sheathed his dagger a bit reluctantly; there went his weapon. He held out his rather scarred hand. "Get up if you can. On your own time," he growled, waiting for the girl to move.

Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry, Contemplative, Slightly Uneasy
To: Harmonia Collette-Daughter of Aphrodite
IC Word Count: 678
Made By: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
Ryan's Story Thinking

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[harmonia]

Harmonia wasn't mad at her mom, her real mom that was. She understood that as a goddess she had other things she had to take care of. Sure it was sucky for her, but Harmonia knew that it was for the best. Besides, it wasn't like she had a horrible life. Okay maybe the last two or three years weren't the best but they had helped to shape her into the person she was now. She knew that if she had the chance she wouldn't take any of it back. Sure losing that son of Hermes that had become like a brother had sucked royally and losing her dad when she was really little was just as sucky if not more, but she had lived through it all.

When Ryan yelled again, Harmonia cringed. "I'm sorry." She spoke as tears started to form in her eyes again. She didn't want to start crying again, but he was yelling at her and she didn't know what she did wrong. It wasn't like she was a doctor and had experience in telling if something was broken or not. She thought the boy was being a little harsh. Maybe he had just woken up on the wrong side of the bed. It was possible. He definitely was cranky enough. But even then it wasn't fair that he was taking it out on her. She didn't do anything to him to make him mad, as far as she knew.

The second time he talked his tone seemed softer. He was trying to formulate a plan, she could tell, but she wasn't sure what that plan of action was yet. Then he flat out told her to get up on her own time. She wasn't sure what his intentions were behind it, but it kind of upset her that he was being so mean when she was hurt. She secretly wondered what his problem was. But she didn't say anything as she reached out her small hand and took a hold of his scarred hand. she could feel the raised skin of each scar as she used his hand to help her get up. The movement made the pain return but she choked back the tears, trying to seem tougher, hoping he wouldn't yell again.

When she was finally standing on her feet she let go of his hand and leaned back against the cold rock. She was holding back tears and cries that wanted to break through. She could wait to cry until she was back in the cabin. She knew she would cry too. It was inevitable. This guy had been just so mean.

[Ryan Simons]

Ryan hated that this whole "being a demigod" thing turned into a sort of religion. Polytheism: the worship of many gods. One of the things that he had remembered from Kath's limited education. Now Ryan was beginning to think that she had given him that lesson in religion for a reason; he'd be following Polytheism before long. Kath, herself, had been far from religious. If anything, she and Ryan were more followers of nihilism. No meaning in life; no religious morals or anything. Now that he was in camp, he was expected to follow the worship of the gods and further more, their "parents". He didn't think so. Ryan was as close to scraping off his food into the fire for them as he was to giving someone a hug. Chances of that? A big, fat Zero.

He just ignored Harmonia's apology; he gave his dark grey eyes a roll. Whatever; it wasn't going to get them anywhere. How could she not really tell if a bone was broken or not? He hadn't exactly been there to hear a crack. The boy just glared at All he was being, was him. Okay, a slightly off him. He was sure that he'd be giving her a much harder time if he hadn't found Blake first. On top of her being conscious and no help, she was a daughter of the love goddess. Yuck. Sure, he was negative, cynical, pessimistic and all other negative adjectives one could think of, but he wouldn't just leave someone who was hurt and defenseless out for monster chow.

Him telling her to just get up by herself was better than him hauling her to her feet and hurting her more. Half of him still wanted to leave her here and just go to the Big House, no matter how much he resented it. The other half just told him to help her back to Camp. He wouldn't just leave her now that he had found her. The boy was sure that the girl felt his scars on his hands, but she didn't say anything. He wouldn't of really of cared if she asked, anyway. This was a training camp, if people didn't get any scars then there was something wrong. Then again, most of his scars came from his past home, but she didn't need to know that if it ever came down to it. He waited as she stood and then finally let go of his hand. Well, she could stay up, that was half the battle.

The next part of the plan was her walking. It was a bit more tedious. If any bones in her legs were broken, she probably couldn't walk and he'd soon find that out. "Now see if you can walk," he growled. On her own time again; it would probably hurt less if she did it to herself. She did know where it specifically hurt, after all. If he had to, he could always piggyback ride or carry her back to Camp. "If it hurts to much or whatever, we'll figure out a different way to get you back." Gods this was so weird... he was helping a conscious kid of the love goddess. This was just sickening. Hopefully by the time they got back, it'd be after curfew or whatever and no one would be there to watch.

OOC: Mean Ryan still lives! XD Not sure if I should be happy about that or not....
Character Name: Ryann Simons
Mood: Angry, Contemplative, Sort of Protective
To: Harmonia Collette-Daughter of Aphrodite
IC Word Count: 578

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking

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[harmonia]

Harmonia was one of those few people that remembered their life from the time they were tiny little infant. She remembered her father taking her to church even though she would sit in the nursery the whole time. before he died, the weekend before he had taken her and she had gotten to color in these religious coloring books. The people were at least nice. Then when she was adopted, her new family was Catholic, so she went through caticism classes and everything. Now Harmonia wasn't sure what to beleive. She had grown up beleiving onething and now they were telling her that something entirely different was truth. It was so confusing. Did everyone get a thrill from confusing her? She didn't think it was nice. SHe just wanted them to tell her what was the real truth so she could follow that.

It wasn't like Harmonia liked the bad rep Aphrodite kids got. They were considered airheads and idiots and other things that wasn't fair. She was smart, and sure she didn't like to fight, but after this, she thought that maybe at least learning to defend herself wouldn't be a bad idea. At least then she wouldn't be as helpless. She would at least stand a small chance of surviving on her own.

Harmonia held her eyes closed as she stood. When she was standing she opened them and looked down at his hand before letting go. She wondered what had happened tio him but she also knew that that was his choice whether he said anything or not. It wasn't like it was her business. But it also made her think about how he must have had it rough in the past. It definitely made him seem touger than she was. Maybe that was why he was meanish.

Harmonia nodded. She knew that they needed to get back to camp, that the easiest way would be for her to walk with him. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she pushed her hands against the rock behind her so she was standing up. She took an uneasy step towards him, one hand still on the boulder to help steady herself. "I think I can walk." She was unsure how far she could manage, but she knew that he may at least let her take breaks. She just hoped he wouldn't be overly mean about it. She was still a child after all and an injured one at that.

[Ryan Simons]

Ryan didn't really remember a lot from his childhood. It was a blur of getting scar after scar, getting beat up every day and an occasional lesson of actual academic stuff. Thrown in there was getting into trouble for various reasons, including sneaking into his aunt's room, that was not fun. There was also a memory of getting tied down to a bed and getting stabbed with a dart. That had been a bit more painful. He did remember two years in the forest though. Not in its entirety, but bits and pieces. Playing a few games, getting hit in the back with a sword, running through the forest, those two years had actually been... fun.

Ever since both his friends had died, life had been anything but. He just got beat up more and the way he was today had evolved. Now a days, his way of thinking was probably crazy to other people. When he had been little, he hadn't really been able to mourn exactly. His aunt had made sure of that, she had just made him train harder. When he was with her, he really didn't even have time to feel anything but paranoia and anger. Those were the only two emotions that Ryan had ben raised on. Besides that, he had been raised on having no connection with anyone and didn't know anything about his parents. He couldn't see any connection with anyone at Camp. He had been residing in a Cabin full of his "siblings". Ryan could only see his connection with the cabin that he resentfully resided in because of temper. That wasn't saying anything though. Besides having a temper, Ryan was mostly stubborn to the core and he was probably not as good as a fighter.

The girl looked in pain as she stood, but she ultimately stood. He had to give her a fraction of a millimeter credit for that, especially since she was a young daughter of a love bird. Ryan eyed the girl over, analyzing her. Previous from her injury in the forest, she looked unharmed. No scars nor bruises that seemed that they would never fade... He wasn't jealous or anything, it was him now and he had accepted that. It just proved his point that they all came from different walks of life. Some people from rich places, who had never gotten their hands dirty. Others, from some more unpleasant backgrounds.

"Okay then," he growled, unsheathing his dagger again. The dagger was now for protection. Moving with this injured girl was going to be a rather long task. At first, Ryan thought carrying her would be more effective, but he didn't want to pick her up only to hurt her more. If she could stand and walk, she could do this on her own time; she was the one who knew where it specifically hurt and for how far she could walk. Ryan would just be there to guide her through. "Come on. Stay close and tell me if you need to stop," he snapped icily. Gods, he still couldn't believe he was doing this... Ryan started to walk, a bit slower than he normally would, back to Camp.

Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry
To: Harmonia Collette-Daughter of Aphrodite
IC Word Count: 542

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking

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[harmonia]

Harmonia never really got in trouble. She was a good kid and always did as she was told. So finding herself in this predicament was a little strange for her. She regretted following that person that she never found. That was odd itself. "When you were heading into the forest, did you see someone, a girl?" She asked the boy. Then she realized he never told her his name. "What's your name?" She asked him after the first question. It wasn't fair that he knew who she was and she hadn't a clue on who he was. What was she supposed to call him if she didn't know his name?

Thinking back over her life, Harmonia missed her father deeply. She sometimes wondered what it would be like if he hadn't died that night. Would her life had been better? Probably. Sure she wouldn't have had everything she had growing up but she may have been actually happier. She didn't need a ton of things in life, but she also knew that if he hadn't have died, her life would have been different. She would have a home outside of the camp and would only be here during the summer. That wasn't a bad thing was it?

Harmonia watched him unsheath his dagger. Her hands roved up and down her arms hoping he wouldn't use it on her. But that in it self was a stupid thought. Why help her just to kill her in the end? Surely he wasn't that kind of person. She nodded at his instructions and walked next to him. There was at least two feet between them and she walked fairly slowly, slower than she would have normally walked. She was so sore, but she kept moving. She didn't want him angry with her or for him to just leave her because she was more of a burden than he wanted to deal with.

"Why did you come out here?" She asked just trying to make conversation. Walking in silence would get annoying after a while. That and silence made Harmonia slightly uncomfortable. The more comfortable she was the less cranky she got. And she doubted he wanted to deal with crankiness.

[Ryan Simons]

Ryan kept stalking along the forest floor. This was going to be a very long trek back to Camp, especially at this speed and with an injured Love Bird. He still couldn't believe that he agreed to help her. This was like Delia and Blake, stupid decision on his part; then again, he was still feeling sick about the dead son of Boreas. It had only been a few hours ago. Oh well, at least he got some time in the forest to himself. That had been better than anything. At least he got himself back into the forest. His thoughts were interrupted by Cry Baby. He didn't even stop walking. Gods, this pace was so slow! "No," he snapped back. "You're the only girl that I've had the misfortune to come across on this run," he growled icily. He rolled his eyes. Well, she had told him hers. So he guessed he had to return the favor. "Ryan," he said after a second of hesitation.

He kept walking. Ryan was used to just coming into the forest by himself with no interruptions. Surprisingly the boy had never been caught, most of his runs had been after curfew. He practically lived in the training grounds, armory and forest. He rarely went into his Cabin at all. If anything, just for a few hours. How he hated his Cabin... His ADHD jumped to another thought that was also lurking in the back of his mind. If anyone to his misfortune caught him coming back from the forest with this girl, he'd just say that he'd been in the forest and he picked her up. End of story unless the person asking him wanted a knife up their throat. He didn't really feel any connection with anyone in this place. Except for maybe Avery and Aria. It was smaller than a fraction of a millimeter though. This Camp hadn't really done anything for him. That was what he'd like to think. He was getting shoved out of Camp because of a stupid quest... now he sort of really wanted to stay in Camp. That was when his mind started to go in several different directions. So many thoughts started buzzing around his head.

The boy wouldn't of minded if they walked in silence. It would of actually been better. He wouldn't need to remember that he was tugging along and actually helping a random annoying of Camp. However, everyone at Hades loved to just hear themselves talk. Ryan rolled his eyes. "None of your business," he snapped at her as she asked what he had been doing. He didn't care about what she was doing in here. If it had happened, then he would of never found her. That would of been a plus. Ryan kept his dagger out as a protection. Stupid kid looked like even if she wasn't hurt, she wouldn't be able to wield a blade. That's what children of the love Goddess were. It was all me, stay beautiful. Ryan would of made a horrible son of the Love Bird. For one, he'd be disgusted with himself. For another, he had so many scars it wasn't attractive in the least. Thirdly, he was taught to not be egocentric by his aunt. Either be dirt humble or get slapped with a blade. Ryan had decided to listen to his aunt's morals.

OOC: Sorry for the delay -_-
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry
To: Harmonia Collette-Daughter of Aphrodite
IC Word Count: 580

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking

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