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Post by Cameron Hale on Jul 9, 2011 22:46:54 GMT -5
 Cameron had come to the conclusion that this rock wall was quite possibly the stupidest activity at the Camp. It made him feel like he was at some little kid's birthday party, well at least until the lava started dribbling out. Then he felt like he was Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible. Which was just terrible since that guy was a horrific actor. The only thing he had going for him was the hot wife and their cute little kid (who had a good fashion sense even for a little girl. Seriously that girl already had Gucci in her collection).
Shaking away those pointless thoughts, he quickly started to back his way down the rock wall while trying to avoid burning the tips right off his fingers. This rock wall was one of the few things at Camp that still remained a challenge to him. The only reason being is that the lava spewed at completely random intervals and you never knew exactly where it was going to come at you from. So far he'd already burned himself in three places (luckily he'd at least been able to avoid burning either his hair or his face). Two times on the inner sides of his arms. And unfortunately he'd also burned right through one of his new shoes. But he'd bought them on clearance for only 25 dollars and they didn't go well with a lot of his clothes so it wasn't too big of a loss.
Cameron dropped off the wall at the last five feet, landing on his feet with a sort of grace that only one of Aphrodite's kid could manage. Plopping down in the grass, Cam kicked off his shoes, inspecting the damaged one with a critical look before deeming it unwearable. Tossing it over his shoulder, he picked up an extra roll of gauze that he'd brought along with him. He often burned himself on the climbing wall so anymore he brought some aloe lotion and a roll of gauze so that he could just wrap up the burn and get back to climbing.
After slathering a handful of aloe over his burns, he roughly wrapped the gauze around them, wincing every now and then. He knew that that was probably just going to hurt later because he hadn't exactly wrapped it gently, but he was too impatient for that. Plus the only ones that were any good with medicine or healing were the Apollo kids...Well maybe there were a few druggie kids here who knew their way around meds, but that wasn't necessarily a good thing. Not to mention the only meds they knew the names of would have to be the ones that they used to swipe out of their parents' bathroom cabinets.
Tag: Issa
Note: >.> I'm sorry that was terrible
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Post by Issa Lielle on Jul 10, 2011 1:33:09 GMT -5
Issa wasn’t exactly sure what to make of the climbing wall. She remembered her initial horror at learning about it on her first tour around camp and tried her hardest to avoid having to go anywhere near that lava-spewing death trap. Especially after that ridiculous time she’d tried it when she was in one of her strange moods. The time that she’d sustained second degree burns on her fingers, had her shoe melt off, and gotten a small third degree burn near her elbow where a little drop of lava had oozed off the wall. Wow, getting bandaged by a child of Apollo in the big house had done something to her already substandard ego. Not that it mattered. No one had really seen her do it, and it probably happened to lots of people.
Now, coming upon that stupid death trap, Issa noticed a guy she’d probably seen around about to do the most mental activity of camp she could possibly conceive: Climbing the wall. Having slightly bad eyesight, curiosity got the better of her and she hiked up a bit for a closer look. Not too close so as to break his concentration, because in the spirit of making an effort to enjoy camp and maybe some of its inhabitants, she would not be responsible for a charred boy. She stood there quietly, her open button-up shirt over the camisole drifting in the breeze and watched his valiant battle up the wall, then fought the urge to panic as it started spewing lava everywhere at random intervals. When he slid from the wall and landed with unmistakable grace, she wanted to go ask him if he was okay. She could have sworn she saw the tips of his fingers smoking a little. But her eyes were maybe playing tricks.
Issa fought her dilemma of talking to this guy she’d never really met and helping him, and probably having to explain why she’d been standing watching in the first place. But the idea that he could have seriously hurt himself was kind of overruling her social awkwardness at this point so she hesitantly approached, opening and closing her mouth a few times in attempt to frame the question that finally came out: “Um… A-are you okay? I was watching you climb,” She blushed slightly, “I mean... I was passing by and I saw you climb and it looked like you got hurt.” She watched him bandage himself up, wanting to offer to help, but being too hesitant. Finally she asked, “Do you… Um… Need help? Or something?”
Tag:Cameron
.oO(I hope this was okay! xD)
Word count: 552
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Post by Cameron Hale on Jul 17, 2011 18:12:07 GMT -5
Was he okay? Interesting question. Cam knew the camper was just referring to his recently developed burns, but for some reason he felt compelled to ask himself was his life okay in general. Well let's see..Dead little sister? Check. Dumped in a cruel manner by a perfectly nice girl? Check. Going on a deadly and, in his opinion, pointless quest? Check. "I'm just fantastic, actually." Cameron flashed a smile at the younger girl, his lie perfectly believable. Surprisingly he wasn't actually that far off from feeling okay or even good. If he didn't think of any of the things that were currently wrong with his life then everything was spectacular. Then again not thinking of those things only left a certain number of things to actually think about...like how it was possible to effectively play and win a game of Clue (because damn that game sucked..and did it really matter if Custard killed someone in the dining room or the ballroom? Cam didn't think so).
"It's okay if you meant watching, between you and me, I already have a lot of stalkers." He winked at her, steadily getting back up on his feet. He'd noticed there was a small burn on his heel, but chose to ignore it instead of wrapping that up too. Wrapping it would be time-consuming..well really it would take two minutes tops, but he didn't feel like spending even that long on it. He had places to be, and people to see anyways..And by places, he meant his cabin. And by people..well he really meant no one. Unless he changed his mind and decided to go annoy that Natalie girl..It did sound rather appealing.
"Help? No thanks," Unless of course you're offering psychological help for my many issues..He mentally added, opting not to say that aloud since he wasn't sure this girl would really be able to pick it out as a joke (because yes some people in this camp really did have some..issues. And issues was putting it nicely). To the something however...he would've gladly gone for new shoes and perhaps a bottle of ibuprofen. He'd take some good old fashioned medicine over ambrosia any day, because at least the medicine didn't pose the threat of burning him up like a crisp.
"As for something, how about some climbing company?" He suggested, gesturing towards the still-smoking rock wall. Despite the fact that he wished he had better things to do, he really didn't (unless working on an even tan counted as a better thing to do..which Cam almost thought it did). "I'm sure your mother probably told you never to climb lava spewing rock walls with a stranger..but hey I promise I'm not too strange." Cameron insisted, wiggling his toes in the chilly grass. He no longer had any shoes to climb with (because yes, he was too lazy to go fetch another pair from his cabin) but going barefoot would make it more of a challenge. And he was all for that so long as none of his hair got burned up. If that happened, Cam would be pissed.
Tag: Issa
Notes: Sorry it took so long!
Word Count: 545 [/size] |
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Post by Issa Lielle on Aug 9, 2011 1:11:59 GMT -5
Issa couldn’t help but wonder what was with the long silence. And though the boy was smiling and claiming to be fantastic, Issa’s brief hint of intuition nagged at her that it was probably a front. But she ignored the feeling, deciding to put it down to burns instead of a tragic past. She didn’t want to bother the guy she hardly knew, anyways. She scuffed her shoe, quiet, a soft wind tousling her blond locks, trying to guide her mind elsewhere as well. Like truffles. Or exotic teas.
At the stalker comment, she wanted to protest, but she figured that with a guy like him, he’d just comment about how her protesting meant something else… Geez. She couldn’t help but blush slightly at the wink and she was seriously hoping he didn’t notice. She really didn’t feel like dealing with the embarrassment right now. Instead, she zeroed in on his burnt heel, wondering why he wasn’t fixing it up as well. “Um, I think you missed a spot there…?” She was a little bit worried about all of the burns he’d sustained, but she was sure that for a demi-god, it was hardly anything. Besides, it was better than she had gotten off the last time she tried.
She pulled a face at the way she’d perceived him say the word “help” and wanted to be offended, but she let it slide, deciding that there could be something to that that had something to do with her feeling from earlier. Once more she refused to pursue that train of thought and instead settled with saying, “Okay. If you say so.” But at staring at his bare feet and the gauze, she short of wished she had some ambrosia with her to give to him. Even though she didn’t know him, she did know that burns were extremely uncomfortable. “Are you sure?” Really, the thought crossed her mind that this guy was kind of w-e-i-r-d. But that seemed to lead back down the road she was avoiding.
She couldn’t help herself and spluttered at his request, however. Climbing with him?! Was he completely off of his rocker?! Geez. He’d barely made it off without more burns, and now he wanted to have at it barefoot. Maybe he was completely mental. “Dieux” she muttered. She wanted to just tell him no, especially after the last time she’d tried this, but then she was a little bit worried that she’d be the camp coward if she turned him down. She couldn’t keep the conflict off of her face. “I.. Are you sure?" she asked for the second time. "You don’t have any shoes. And you just burned yourself.” She was really a little terrified at the idea, but she grudgingly started tying her hair up. She was really, really going to regret this, she knew.
Tag: Cameron
Notes: .oO( Geez, I'm sorry that took so long! I hope it's not awful..)
Word Count:467
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Post by Cameron Hale on Aug 12, 2011 17:50:49 GMT -5
Cameron felt like he had been running into one too many shy, almost antisocial girls in the past week. Granted, he'd only met two girls like that recently, but really wasn't two already too much? Though he supposed he really had always been a very sociable person so maybe that's just why he could never understand why these girls stuttered and mumbled and were just all-around quiet. Brushing his hair out of his eyes, Cam glanced down at the younger girl giving her a quick once-over look. She was very pretty indeed, and being a child of Aphrodite, he of course would noticed that.
The red tinge to her cheeks didn't go unnoticed, but he did refrain from teasing her about it since she seemed like the type to be easily embarrassed. His personality was a bit off recently whether it was because of all of the distractions in his life or simply because he had been trying to step lightly around people these days. Everyone was a little on edge these days and his teasing and his sense of humor were no longer appreciated the same.
"So I noticed, mademoiselle." He grimaced as he put a little too much pressure on his foot for his own pleasure. "Stop looking so concerned about it there, Worrisome Wendy." Cameron advised her, finding it odd that she looked more concerned about his injuries than he felt about them. Perhaps he was a little too careless in regards to his personal health, but he had always been that way and that was highly unlikely to change. Especially since they'd already been through one big-shot war and that hadn't exactly changed Cam's careless ways. If anything it had just made him even worse.
"Got something caught in your throat?" He joked at her initial shock at his offer. Cam was very aware that she was looking at him like he was insane, but that didn't seem to bother him. What did catch his attention though was the muttered word that she spoke. He perked up slightly at the softly spoken French. "Tu parles francais, chere?"
"Yes ma'am, I'm positive." The boy nodded with certainty. He found that he had nothing better to do so climbing was as good as anything. Chuckling to himself quietly, Cameron led the way back towards the climbing wall, walking lightly on his toes so as not to worsen his heel. "And you are still pointing out the obvious." He shrugged at her, ignoring her little worrisome comments.
Tag :: Issa
Word Count :: 431
Note :: >.> That was not so good [/size] |
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Post by Issa Lielle on Aug 28, 2011 23:01:11 GMT -5
Despite the fact that Issa wanted to appear more intrepid than her meager social experience would allow, she was obscurely aware that her behavior was probably coming off more nervous and anti-social than she intended. But what was she supposed to do? She wasn’t really one for acting out what she didn’t feel, so she decided to simply act the way she was feeling. Which turned out to be a little bit weary and concerned about this guy’s mental health. But, I guess someone with such good hair can’t be completely masochistic… She smiled at her private joke.
Despite this, she could almost sense his tension as he restrained from teasing her. She was afraid it was going to come, because her milky skin really didn’t serve to obscure a blush; rather it highlighted it and made it front and center. The thought itself made the red come back and she could have almost shouted in annoyance as she felt the heat and pressure on her pinkened cheeks. Instead she turned away and continued teasing her hair into a tight bun in attempt to keep it from being burned.
Unlike the boy’s foot. She didn’t miss the fact that he grimaced as he put pressure on his foot, but she started to get the feeling that even if she said something, it wouldn’t make much difference. Instead, she went with “Worrisome Wendy? Pfft. It’s Issa, remember? And I have some sense of self preservation.” Her shock softened into a small smile, crossing her arms for a moment as she gazed over him. She raised an eyebrow at the French address and chose to answer his next question about her speaking the language. “Oui, Monsieur Beaux Cheveux, Je parle Francais.” She smiled a little, feeling more comfortable in the fact that he could understand her. Which meant he must’ve been Aphrodite’s son. It explained the hair. But not the disregard for his safety.
Issa sighed. She REALLY did not want to end up with 3rd degree burns today… But really, what else did she have to do? But in retort to her pointing out the obvious, she replied, “I’m only pointing out the obvious because someone is ignoring the obvious.” She shrugged, raising an eyebrow. Suddenly, turning to the wall, she swallowed hard, unable to keep the fear from her face. She held her hands in front of her face and concentrated, allowing a small current of wind to surround them like a force-field glove, in hopes of keeping from burning them. “Well,” she began in a small voice, “Ready when you are…”
Tag: Cameron
Word Count: 432
Notes: .oO( Tada! Sorry.)
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Post by Cameron Hale on Sept 9, 2011 16:22:02 GMT -5
"Mocking me in your head?" Cameron titled his head to the side and smirked slightly, his attention caught by the small smile that had crept onto her face. He hadn't said anything too amusing, at least nothing worth a chuckle. And well mocking was usually the reaction he got anyways. Though he supposed the ladies were always a bit more lax on that because, whether they liked it or not, he was too pretty to be that mean to. And that wasn't even him being narcissistic, it was just one of those lovely things about being Aphrodite's kid.
Testing out his burnt up heel, Cam exerted a bit more pressure on it. There was a very present, throbbing pain, but it wasn't anything he couldn't live with. "Ah, ah, ah. That's the thing, I don't remember. You never told me your name until just now," He pointed out. Not that it was usually an issue, since he typically knew everyone's name at the Camp. He just hadn't seen the girl around much before, which wasn't too surprising seeing as there were quite a lot of people here at Camp now then compared to a few years ago. "However, for the record...I do like Issa much better than Wendy. It's classy..and I think it might also be the name of a tribe of sorts in Africa. While Wendy..Well that's just a restaurant with half-decent shakes and terrible fries." Cue one of those pointless facts Mr. McMahon had taught the class and him in Freshman year of high school.
"Good to see someone appreciates it, this takes a lot of effort." He chuckled, subconsciously smoothing down his hair even though it probably wasn't necessary. "Ah..excellente! Qui est votre parent?" She clearly wasn't one of his siblings, seeing as he knew every one of them personally (even if he sometimes wished he didn't). So she was either: a. a child of one of those few other gods who were associated with the French or France, b. she took some high school French classes or c. she was perhaps actually from France or a French-speaking part of Canada. Possibly from Africa since some cities there spoke French, but her accent was more refined then the ones in Africa so he had pretty much eliminated that option.
"What can I say..Ignoring the obvious is one of my few non-appearance related talents." He winked at the younger girl, before slipping his hands around one of the hand-holds on the wall. There was still a bit of lava dribbling down the wall from where it had spouted out before, but at least it had stopped raining down from the top. "You sure you want to, mademoiselle Issa?" Cameron glanced at her, taking into account the somewhat fearful look in her eyes. He certainly didn't want to pressure her into doing something that made her uncomfortable or scared her, even if he was just doing it by accident.
Tag :: Issa
Word Count :: 515
Notes :: >.> meh..not the best [/size] |
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