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Post by Ryan Simons on Nov 27, 2011 11:36:03 GMT -5
Ryan hated taking orders. Undeniable fact of his life. Rather, he hated taking orders from other Campers and peers. At home, of course, he had to take them, but here, he wouldn't stand it. Ryan wasn't big on authority and obeying rules anyway, he had decided to revolt. He hadn't followed rules during the Battle of Manhattan, he didn't during camp, and he wasn't about to begin to now. Teamwork wasn't in his vocabulary, but he'd gladly take any excuse to fight. Capture the Flag was an excuse to fight. Nearly everyone in Camp participated, sadly, but at least it was something. Per usual, Ryan was more in the part of the forest where less of the fray was. Just because it was a fighting game, it didn't automatically mean that Ryan was going to become social.
He was probably never going to be a social animal. In all honesty, this was probably the only Camp wide event he participated in; the only reason being was that he actually liked this game. It was what he was used to. It was the type of suicidal, crazy fighting game that Kath would create. Demigods run into a forest full of other demigods, sharp objects and Monsters. A game that could possibly end up killing someone, if not seriously injure. It was in the forest, it was dangerous, it involved fighting: Ryan was game. Blame his twisted aunt for corrupting his idea of "fun". Ryan continued to pass the various forest like attributes of the dangerous woodlands. Good thing they played mostly in the light. Not that Ryan minded the dark, but the lighting changed places... and people. Besides, if they were playing this game in the dark, Ryan wouldn't be any use. Sure, he'd know his way around the forest just fine, but he was a total fail at Dark Fighting... or fighting in the dark. However one wanted to word it.
The fifteen year old continued running through the forest, familiar landmarks blurring; Ryan hardly had time to register them: rock with a jagged surface, jump over a log, tree with a split trunk... everything formatted exactly how he remembered it. He slowed down in the middle of a groove of trees, thinking he heard something. Hearing things for him wasn't exactly normal, but wasn't exactly surprising either; being in a forest full of monsters helped increase paranoia, after all. Ryan slowed further and took out his swords. It could of been nothing, or a squirrel, or another demigod, or a monster. Whichever it was though, he'd be ready.
OOC: Back to pre anything traumatic at Camp happened Ryan xD
Sooorrry I have a lot of his old muse for some reason -_-
Team: Red IC: 442[/center]
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Post by Issa Lielle on Nov 27, 2011 17:12:43 GMT -5
Being up late at night because of storms, nightmares, distractions, and mounds of truffles did not earn Issa much in the way of captain points when it came to CTF. She had managed to get herself into the Red team’s area with little problem from her tired stumbling , but none-the-less, her eyes were going to close much sooner than she could allow. She sleepily sent members away with their assignments and a pretend-stern command to destroy any blue team members on sight. But after the team had scrambled into position, there was hardly anything capable of keeping Issa awake.
She climbed up a tree with the intention of finding a comfortable place to keep watch and be able to set off alerts, but as she found herself cradled in branches, she had no power over her wayward lids as they slooowly drifted downwards into a comfortable blackness. The sleep that had eluded her last night had its hold on her now, and she was more than ready to give in, even though a large part of her struggled because she knew she’d be letting the team down. But, what could she do when sleep beckoned?
…She heard rustling down below. It was faint at first but became more persistent as a bit of time passed… Blue-grey eyes snapped open and was greeted with dying light from the sky above… How long had she been out?! In a panic, Issa scrambled to get up but failed to register that her perch in the tree had been carefully managed… And she was soon finding the ground coming towards her face. Unwilling to cry out despite her pain from landing on her arm at a horrible angle, Issa looked up… And came face to face with Ryan Simmons. Oh. Man. "...Help?" she found herself whimper.
Team: Red
Word Count: 300
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Post by Ryan Simons on Nov 27, 2011 19:11:40 GMT -5
Ryan didn't exactly like that it was getting dark out. How long did it take people to find freaking flag? He tensed slightly, starting to feel edgy as the sun started going down among the trees. Ryan wouldn't get lost or anything, but his fighting abilities would probably go down along with the sun. Sure, Ryan risked his neck nearly every night, but he at least hoped that he'd get some sort of warning before getting mauled. The monsters gave that with their eyes; demigods, not so much, unless they were recklessly careless in going around in the underbrush.
The fifteen year old demigod stood still and just listened for a moment. He did what he always did in the forest; he tried differentiating forest sounds from human sounds. Edmund had always been better at this than him... of course, actually living in a forest had helped. Ryan gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes, immediately shutting off the memory stream. Gods he was stupid to be thinking about his dead eight year old friend. He could just hear and see his aunt going off on him for not being on guard. Ryan snapped back to attention, holding his swords up and at the ready. Major rule in his life: always be ready for the worst. In other words, always be ready to fight for your life, as if your life depended on it.
Nearly deciding that the coast was clear, he was about to take a step forward when he heard a disturbance above him. Ryan went to look up, trying to wrack his memory for any Monster that would inhabit a tree when: crash. Two seconds later, he was looking down at his "Captain". "Nice of you to drop by Oh Great Leader," Ryan snorted sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Literally," he added dryly, casting his eyes up slightly from her perch. He raised his eyebrow, a slight look of confusion passed through his eyes before turning into a glare again. Ryan wasn't exactly the most helpful person on the plant, and practically no one had ever asked him for it. "Are you asking me for help in getting up, or asking the gods or some other force to help you in getting away from me?" he asked bluntly, his eyes narrowing.
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Post by Issa Lielle on Nov 27, 2011 22:57:55 GMT -5
Surprised and still mildly in shock from her fall, Issa was taking her breaths in gasps. She was afraid to move and the awful sparks of pain shooting up from her forearm were warning her that her fall was probably much worse than she was hoping. She curled up on herself and tried to even her breathing. Amazingly she hadn’t uttered a scream or a cry; it seemed like Camp Half-Blood was affecting her more than she realized. She also noticed that all traces of tiredness was gone; she would have been more grateful if that hadn’t come at the cost of most likely breaking her arm.
After her moment of self-absorption, Issa managed to make it to her knees and looked up at the son of Ares, two years younger than her and still extremely defiant. It was probably to be expected; most children of Ares refused to take orders without protest, and she’d been exposed to whispers of this boy being of the most defiant type; which probably meant he’d had a fairly damaging childhood. At this point however, she had no desire to ask.
Instead, her eyes became somewhat steely grey as she appraised the tone of his greeting and question and responded in kind. “Nice to see you too, oh team mate. It’s nice to know that my team has so much respect…” with a sigh, she added “Or used to. I’m sure you’ll all probably laugh at me once it gets out that I fell out of a tree.” She looked around then back at the boy, gritting her teeth. “I’d actually meant help… But in this case I think I can manage myself if you’d rather not be seen with your ‘great leader’.” She meant to scramble to her feet, but accidentally put pressure on her injured arm, causing her to moan in pain. “W-wonderful.”
Team: Red
WC: 311
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Post by Ryan Simons on Nov 28, 2011 22:46:02 GMT -5
Ryan watched his Captain warily. It was hard not to feel an inch of sympathy, even though he knew that he shouldn't of. He knew what it felt like to fall out of trees. Ryan knew all to well. It hurt. Depending on how one fell off and where they landed, it could hurt a lot. He wasn't a completely hard hearted person; not yet anyways. "Did you break it?" he asked tersely. Camp was good for building up pain tolerance, but a broken bone was excruciating. Then again, maybe she just had a good management on pain. There was always the possibility.
She managed to make it onto her knees. Maybe she wasn't as badly hurt as it looked. As she got herself together, Ryan went on scenery duty. Just because their Captain had fallen out of a tree, the game was still raging on. Be prepared at all times. He put his swords back and exchanged them for a dagger. As he looked back at her, he noticed a certain look in her eyes. That look he got for being him. The rumors that were going around about his past were just those: rumors. Did they have some truth? Maybe, but Ryan was never going to tell anyone anything.
"You sure you didn't hit your head?" he growled. Yeah right, as if it was ever nice to see him. Ryan wasn't exactly the nicest person to be hanging around. He rolled his eyes. "Well, they don't have a reason to unless they're squirrels," he snapped. "Besides, it's only you, me and the tree dryads, and if they decide to start spreading rumors for kicks, then it just shows how sad Camp life really is around here," he scoffed. Ryan decided not to answer, but watched her attempt to get up instead. "Think you can manage yourself, huh?" he asked dryly. Finally making up his mind (and half hating himself for it) Ryan extended his scarred hand to her uninjured arm, hoping to give her some leverage. "Come on," he growled grudgingly.
OOC: Sorry if this was bad >.> My original one got deleted
Team: Red
IC: 351
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Post by Issa Lielle on Nov 29, 2011 22:52:58 GMT -5
Issa was feeling a little less than friendly in her current state of pain, so it took quite a bit of self-control to keep herself in check. When he asked if it was broken, she was about to snap some sort of smart remark before she decided she ought to seriously consider the question. She looked down at the arm in question and scanned for any tell-tale visual sign that it was broken, but it didn’t look so bad. At least it wasn’t the kind where the bone was visible and all nasty and such… Ugh. The thought made her shudder. Even if she was at a camp that made the attendees less affected by blood and injury, she still didn’t like it. She poked at it lightly and the pain response was immediate.
“Mmm… I think… I think I broke it.” She had shed the irritation in her voice and it left her sounding vulnerable. She looked up at him but after he had been replying to her previous comments, the expression of mild annoyance was difficult to withhold from her features. “Do you always take things people say and turn them into something else?” She sighed. Maybe it was a really bad feeling thinking nobody wanted to see you. But she wasn’t going to say so, at the risk of getting a moody remark.
She glowered up at him after she’d recovered from the pain of trying to stand and having inadvertently put pressure on her arm, mainly because of the managing comment. But when he had made it relatively clear that he wasn’t going to embarrass her with an announcement about the tree and had gone so far as to offer her a hand to help him, she bit the inside of her cheek to hide a smile as she took his rough hand and stood. She noted the texture with mild surprise but was obviously not going to comment about it. Instead, she checked that her valuables (namely her celestial bronze fans and the miniature bag of winds) were still on her person and started after him, ignoring the tone of his voice. “Thanks…”
.oO( Nah! it was good! Sucks that you lost the other one, though. ><
Team: Red
WC: 358
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Post by Ryan Simons on Nov 30, 2011 20:24:48 GMT -5
Ryan had never been the outwardly friendly type of person, and he was quite sure he never would be. Sure, he acted like he hated everyone and thing about Camp, but if it was injury involved, he could sympathize an inch. Of course Kath would probably beat him up about starting to care, but he didn't really care. At least now he didn't; he would if he ever went back to her... or she came back for him. He'd never go with her, and there was nothing she could do about it since she wouldn't be able to cross the border. Ryan watched her test her arm with narrowed, analyzing eyes.
He just gave a curt nod when she said that she thought it was broken. "Think is the key word there," he growled. "Just keep it immobile," he said dryly. That was obvious, but some people were dumb enough to keep moving it. A smirk flitted across his face as annoyance appeared on hers. He rolled his eyes at her next question. "Pretty much all the time," he snorted sarcastically, half looking at her and half looking at the unforgiving woods around him. With her still in his peripheral vision, he turned his grey eyes to her arm again. "Have anywhere specific in mind? Upper arm, lower arm?" he asked flatly. He was so hating himself for caring, but he understood getting broken bones and cuts too much. Probably more than a kid should.
The demigod just glared back at her unflinchingly. Just because she was older and a girl didn't mean he'd just back off. Backing down wasn't really an option in his life. Besides, age meant near nothing to him. Sure, he'd observe better, older, more experienced fighters, but it was possible that a ten year old could be a better fighter than him. Ryan offered a support, but beyond that, didn't do anything else. Now that he could see her face better, he realized that (like all other Campers) he had just seen her around Camp. He didn't know her name or anything else. "No problem," he muttered. "You good?" he asked, watching her steady herself and withdrawing his hand slightly.
OOC: Ah well, got something up xD Glad you didn't think it was a fail  ... and yes, Ryan has always been semi-sympathetic to injury. much to his dislike. IC: 375
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