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Post by William Riley on Oct 12, 2011 0:08:34 GMT -5
Capture the Flag had never really been Will's forte. He wasn't exactly horrible at it, but he certainly didn't excel at it either. He was a good fighter, and he wasn't half-bad at strategizing, but for some reason he just couldn't seem to pull it all together to play this one little game. In battle it was different, because in that case it was actually kill or be killed. But here was either win or don't, and for him, that wasn't very motivating. He wasn't competitive except for when playing a round of Twister or perhaps Catchphrase. He could actually recall a game of Catchphrase when he'd gotten so excited about one round that he'd accidentally hit his old best friend Everett in the face with the little game contraption. No worries though, he'd been able to easily fix the bloody nose that Everett had received so there was really no harm done (just a couple drops of lost blood, and what was that really?). Plus Everett had actually found it pretty hysterical, though that was probably just the pain influencing his already whacky Hermes kid sense of humor.
Shaking the thought away, the son of Panacea tried to refocus his attention on the game. Which was near impossible, because he was on defense for the blue team this time and the only thing worse than being on offense in this game, was being on defense. It was positively boring, because all you could do was sit there until some ambitious red team member ventured far enough into blue territory that you just had to jump up and either chase them off or just disarm them (usually the second since only wimps did the first action).
While attempting to stifle another yawn, Will nearly fell right off the tree branch he was perched on. Trees were normally a safe bet for hiding for defense, but they did pose the threat that if you did, in fact, get so bored that you fell asleep, then that fifteen or so foot drop would be a rude wake-up. He would know...in his time here he'd fallen asleep twice while on defense, and he had fallen right on his face both times. Ah well, at least both incidences only resulted in one bloody nose and perhaps some facial bruises as opposed to black eyes or broken noses.
Leaning back against the bark of the tree, Will dangled one of his legs off each side of the branch he was sitting on. Instead of really paying attention, he had already taken to carving his name in large letters into the bark on the tree branch. While doing so, he couldn't help but wonder why the hell anyone would put him on defense. Anyone who had been on a team with him before should've known that when on defense, he was pretty much useless (last time on defense he'd actually left to go get some
fruit snacks, and not one person even noticed, go defense!).
word count ;; 517
tag ;; homeslice aka Annabeth
notes ;; haha, I actually got it up tonight! ...even though I should've gone to bed instead..oh well! |
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Oct 12, 2011 8:01:20 GMT -5
Annabeth was pissed off. What had started off as a perfectly good, even dare she say great considering her progress so far, game of Capture the Flag had turned into another disaster meeting with the son of Poseidon. Even if this time it was entirely her fault for picking a fight with him. He deserved it. Well, it was better than the last time she had seen him, after which she had locked herself in her cabin for a few days and barely slept or ate. This time she was just mad. She could think of a few choice names for that demigod, but unfortunately, the mauling of a pillow would have to wait until later. There was sort of a game going on. That, and she was still knee-deep in enemy territory. Her Yankees hat made things easier, but now that Percy at least knew she was here, she didn’t know how much longer she had. Bright side was, what were the chances they’d actually find her?
She was going along as silently as she could (invisible did not mean inaudible, after all) and arguing with herself mentally if she should turn back. On one hand, she was distracted. On the other, she was already a decent way there most likely. She knew she would be a shame to her cabin and her mother if she turned back. Besides, there weren’t any signs of pursuit. Yet. Annabeth was caught up in her thoughts when the sight of very slight movement up ahead grabbed her attention and pulled her back to the matter at hand. The strangest thing: it wasn’t just ahead, it was up. There was a dangling foot from a tree branch. No, make that two. Someone was in the tree. She stepped forward as silently as she could to get a better look. Sure, it would have been smarter to try to get around the person, but she reasoned with herself that it was good to know what she was up against.
A smile crossed her face when she saw the figure, looking bored out of his mind, reclining in the tree. William Riley. Thank the gods for someone sane. Or rather… well, nevermind. She was tempted to climb up with him and take a break, but she had a feeling that she couldn’t do silently, and it could very well get her attacked. So instead she looked around her feet a second until she found a pebble and threw it at him to get his attention. Even if it missed, chances were the sound would be noticeable. “Hey homey,” she whispered only loud enough that it would carry to him. Well, it was a much nicer greeting than Percy had gotten. For understandable reasons. Word Count: 458
Tag: Will! Who is still awesome even if he's on blue team. |
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Post by William Riley on Oct 12, 2011 22:56:35 GMT -5
Jumping slightly at the noise, Will accidentally let his handy-dandy carving knife slip right from his fingers. Good thing the camper apparently wasn't standing too close to his tree, otherwise they would've had one very serious injury. And while he was a good healer, and just pretty spectacular in generel, even he couldn't heal a knife to the top of the head. "Sheesh kid, I realize this is Capture the Flag and I am supposed to be paying attention, but gods, don't sneak up on people like that!" He shook his head, leaning a little to the left on his branch, causing it to wobble and creak in protest. Now that didn't sound safe...but oh well! Despite his fear that the branch might snap underneath him, he leaned a little farther out to get a better look at whoever had decided to disturb him (and cause him to ruin his carving of his name, he'd only gotten to curve for the 'R' in Riley, darn't!).
"And for the rec-" He paused mid-setence as he realized there wasn't even a person around to be seen. Was he starting to lose it? Hearing voices was the first sign of going crazy wasn't it..? Or maybe the first sign was denial..No, no, that was death. Or was it for alcoholics in that AA program? Ah hell, he didn't know. And it wasn't really that important that he remember anyways. Because even though he thought there was a 10% chance that he was going crazy, he was also pretty confident that he had, in fact, heard someone. And he was also pretty positive that the 'mysterious' voice had called him 'homie'..that or the voice had called him 'homo', but he was pretty sure it wasn't the second.
Clearing his throat, Will whispered back loudly (but not loud enough to alert anyone else on his own team). "Olly olly oxen free, home skillet?" He wasn't even positive on who he was talking to at the moment, but he didn't really care much. Blue team...red team..What was the difference? ..Besides color scheme, that is.
Finally it started to dawn on him..Who in the hell would ever call him homie (..still positive it wasn't 'homo') besides one person? "Wait...El Capitan Anna Banana? Is that you?" He whisper-shouted down at the ground. Will could recall someone telling him once or twice that she had some "wicked sweet" (their words, not his) invisibility hat, so maybe she really was there? If not then at least no one was around to see him whisper-yelling at thin air (because boy, if someone was around, he would never live that down...and there were already way too many things that he would never live down).
word count ;; 477
tag ;; Home-skillet biscuit.
music ;; son of man by phil collins
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Oct 15, 2011 11:28:08 GMT -5
Annabeth had to hold back a laugh when he started telling off his ‘intruder.’ Supposed to be paying attention? Yes, well, one could say on defense one was supposed to do that. And sure, sneaking up on people with such an unfair – to a degree – advantage as she was using currently may be less than desirable. For them. For her it was handy and quite strategically useful. Still, his reaction was perfect. All the way down to the falling knife, which luckily fell a good yard from her anyway. Out of habit, though, she looked around to see if anyone had been alerted by his shout and come to see what the matter was. No sound of approach. So far. She’d keep her guard up though.
Creaking noises make her look back up as the tree branch protested heavily to the demigod that had claimed it as his now perch decided to actually try the whole lookout thing possibly a little too late. She smirked, standing stock still, knowing perfectly well even before he realized it just how fruitless his effort would be. Once again, it was hard not to laugh. Will, without a doubt, was a master of priceless expressions, usually unintentional. And this was one of those cases. Annabeth had to cover her mouth as he obviously went through a mental debate of some nature. Knowing him, it was one that would have been very entertaining to hear. Perhaps she’d ask him about it later after the game.
She was half tempted to start a game of Marco Polo or something. It seemed fitting. But finally that look of ‘oooooh, I get it!’ came to his face and he addressed her by her familiar fruit-related nickname – which only he could use without getting in serious trouble - rather than a generic gangster name. So she knew this time that he had realized exactly who he was talking to. Well, props to him! She glanced around again just to make sure there was no one else nearby or coming, then pulled her hat off so she shimmered into existence, and winked at him. “Though technically I’m not a captain. But yes, it is me. Enjoying your tree climbing?” She had to crane her neck back to see him, but it could have been worse. Her helmet was under her arm rather than on her head, where it really would have made things a challenge. She reached up and brushed a strand of hair that had escaped her ponytail out of her face. She didn’t normally care what it looked like as long as it wasn’t in the way, especially when battle was concerned. Though one thing that did catch her attention was the slight smear of red that also came back on her hand. Ah well, this was battle. Cuts and injuries happened. Didn’t look like it was bleeding much, so she decided to ignore it and turned her attention back to the demigod in the tree. “And for the record what?” She grinned. Knowing him, and the situation, it could be anything. Word Count: 515
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Post by William Riley on Oct 20, 2011 18:12:49 GMT -5
William couldn’t help the grin that crossed his face when the lovely Miss Annabeth Chase literally appeared out of air. The last time he had met her, he had discovered that she certainly made for an amusing partner-in-crime. Technically they hadn’t established the relationship of partners-in-crime, but Will had taken it upon himself to define their relationship as such. He hadn’t really had any special ‘best friend’ since Everett, sure, a lot of good friends, but no one who really understood his odd personality quirks. Annabeth, however, seemed to tolerate-even perhaps appreciate-them just fine though. And so, whether she liked it or not, it seemed that he would be hanging around her quite a bit. Because hey, she was perfectly stellar company, no matter how many people claimed she was just a bookworm and a nerd (count on times he’d heard someone call her that within just the past week ;; nine).
“Hey there little miss invisible.” He greeted her, waving his hand so enthusiastically that he almost caused himself to fall off one side of the tree branch. That wouldn’t have been very pretty (or stellar). Right now, he probably had a bit too much energy for his own good. Perhaps it was the ADHD kicking in, or perhaps it was the five RedBulls he had downed between breakfast and now. Probably the ADHD..yeah, Will thought as he twitched slightly. Though if it was the RedBulls then he really needed to cut back on his daily habits. He wasn’t sure why, but he was addicted to those things and also Warheads like hardcore (even though the Warheads made his face scrunch up into forms that shouldn’t be possible).
“I just meant like Captain in the ship sense, like aye, aye. That kind of captain. You own a ship by any chance?” He asked jokingly, giving her a small two-finger salute. Damn that would be sweet if she did own a ship (not that he actually thought she did). Perhaps he could make her a clay model of one. “I wouldn’t mind being first mate if you do.” He grinned again, rising cautiously to his feet. Slowly and carefully he inched his way back to the center of the tree before he started to make his way back down it, grabbing at smaller-but still sturdy-branches for handholds and footholds. Still six feet up from the ground, Will jumped aside, landing feet-first on the forest floor with hardly a sound (kudos to Everett for teaching him how to be moderately sneaky).
Wiping off a little dirt on his face, Will walked over to the Athena girl, slinging a friendly arm around her shoulders. “Yes I did actually. It was very enjoyable, you should try it sometime.” He suggested while flashing her a big smile (the whole Capture-the-Flag team loyalty clearly still wasn’t a problem for him). “For the record…for the record..” He paused, having obviously forgotten whatever it was he was going to say. “The fifth dentist is now also recommending that those who chew gum should chew sugarless?”
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tag ;; AB [/size] |
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