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Post by Sami Mitchell on Jun 10, 2011 14:03:29 GMT -5
 Being at Camp was unbearable knowing that Riley was dead. Sami couldn’t look any of her siblings in the eyes most of all Luke. She didn’t care to get to know him. Every time she looked at him Sami was reminded of how Riley was never coming back. There was no blame she could lay on Luke, after all he didn’t decide to just come back. It was all Phobos and maybe a little bit of Percy, Annabeth and Nick who didn’t get to Riley on time. Blaming others wasn’t going to bring him back but it did make Sami feel a little better. The guilt she harbored over the years for abandoning him was still there but it dulled when she put blame on the others.
Sami sat half way up Half Blood Hill staring down at camp and the other demi gods running around as if nothing had happened. She didn’t want to be here anymore but there was no possible way it was safe for her to just leave. Sure she had contemplated ending her life once or twice since the news, that way she could see Riley again in the Underworld but that was the coward’s way out of things. Riley wouldn’t want her to do that. Still it was hard feeling alone amongst a crowd of other misfits. She brought her knees up to her chest and bitterly thought about Luke again. Who decided that his life was more valuable than Riley’s? She thought about her father who had done nothing to help. He was no longer her father. Then again, the God wasn’t around in the first place. What a disappointment Sami’s life was turning out to be.
“Gods Sami, just stop it!” She said out loud. “I sound like a freaking child.” Sami lay back in the grass thoroughly annoyed with the depressing thoughts that ran through her head. She used to be so happy and perky but this camp was driving her up a tree. It was more like a padded cell than a home. Sami needed an escape, a safe way to get away from the confines that was Camp Half Blood. She sprawled out on the grass watching the clouds pass by in the sky overhead. Her arms and legs looked like they were ready to make a snow angel, or in this case a grass angel.
As the clouds passed Sami began to call out what they appeared to be. She was alone but it never stopped Sami from holding conversations with herself before. “Lion. Teapot. A great bowl of mashed potatoes. A dragon with the rear of a hippo.” It worked to take her mind off of more depressing matters. In the back of her mind Sami planned to leave camp with the hopes that she could fend for herself against whatever monsters came her way. WORD COUNT:478 |
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Post by Helena Larson on Aug 16, 2011 17:28:10 GMT -5
Visiting camp was totally on Helena’s list of top ten things she wanted to do. Right up there with wearing frilly dresses and dating. But Lady Artemis wanted her here, for whatever reason, and Helena wasn’t about to question that. So she would find a way to put up with the obnoxious campers there. Children of Aphrodite, for a start. They were, in Helena’s mind, completely useless. When she first arrived at camp the first child of Aphrodite she saw had been looking at their reflection in a mirror, completely oblivious to the world around them. It was just gross. She had barely been able to stop herself from taking a shot at one of the love goddess’ sons when he made a comment about the way she looked. It was a wonder she hadn’t killed any of those children in the past ten years.
Why had she been sent by Lady Artemis? She wasn’t even sure; in fact she had no idea what she was supposed to be doing at Camp Half-Blood. All she knew was that she was rather uncomfortable being away from Lady Artemis and the rest of the Hunters, even though it hadn’t been longer than a day. Helena had rarely left the group in her ten years of service, and it felt quite odd being truly alone for once. She wasn’t exactly helping her loneliness with her actions; cutting herself off from any camper who tried to interact with her. Most of them were pointless, thinking she was a new camper and asking who her godly parent was. Instead she was taking a walk, trying to find a way to distract herself until her assignment became clear. If all else failed she would just head down to the archery range and give the Apollo kids a run for their money. Or she could talk to Chiron about hunting a bit in the woods, or at least tracking. Something other than sitting idly.
She moved along the tree line, listening for the sounds of some animal or monster moving inside. Helena never got tired of the forest; it reminded her of how she first met Lady Artemis after all that time of living on her own on the run. Spotting a branch that was low enough to climb onto, Helena hoisted herself up, swiftly scaling a few more feet and just looking out on the hill she had ended up on. It was relaxing, really.
Or at least it was until she heard what sounded like a young woman fussing at herself. Helena quickly found her, laying on the grass and looking up at the clouds. Well at least she wasn’t fighting with herself anymore. Helena dropped from the tree and made her way to the figure on the ground, a smirk on her face. ”I think this one looks like an anti-social demi-god.” [/color][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Sami Mitchell on Nov 29, 2011 12:22:19 GMT -5
The more Sami thought about it the more she realized she had never really wanted to come to camp in the first place. She had just wanted to see her brother again, was that so much to ask? Sami had never really opened up about what happened to Riley to anyone at camp. After Nick broke the news she went into a state of shock and retreated to the Hermes cabin for a few days. She never even talked about it with her “brothers and sisters”. Bitter about the whole situation, Sami never considered them her family. And after spending those few days refusing to leave her bed, she decided to spend as much time away from the Hermes Cabin as she possibly could. The reason was Luke. She didn’t blame him for the death of her brother, but was reminded that Riley was dead everytime she looked at him. And it sucked, to say the very least. She stared at the cloud passing over heard now silently listing off what each one appeared to be. But no matter what she did her mind was never occupied enough.
She wished she were like on the Hades kids, of those super buff son’s of Thanatos that way she could see ghosts and maybe get a chance at seeing Riley. Sami smiled thinking about what she might say to him if the opportunity ever arose. She wouldn’t waste time dwelling on the past and what she had done to wrong him. Not knowing how much time they would have together she would bring up whatever positives she could think of. And while this brought a smile to her face it didn’t exactly make her feel any better. She sulked and became lost in thought again.
Something moved from the corner of her eye falling from the tree nearby. Sami turned her head and jumped when she saw a girl walking over. Sami’s heart nearly expelled from her mouth. She sat up clutching her heart. “Good Hera, yeah and I was about to be one dead demi-god too.” Sami pushed her hair from her face and tried to catch her breath and calm her heart rate down.
After a minute she regarded the girl, never having seen her before now. She was very pretty but there was something about her and the way she had referred to Sami as a ‘demi-god’ the way Gods or others who weren’t demi-gods did. Her brow creased. “Do you make a habit of jumping out of trees? And for your information I’m not anti-social I just…don’t like being around other people so much.” Sami flushed realizing she had basically defined the term. She shook her head.
“And anyway, I have a right to not want to be around them down there!” she gestured toward the rest of Camp at the bottom of the hill. ”I’m Sami, by the way. Daughter of Hermes and all that good stuff.” she sounded sarcastic and unenthused about the title. “I haven’t been here more than one summer but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around. Are you new?” WORD COUNT:518 |
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Post by Helena Larson on Apr 7, 2012 14:12:29 GMT -5
It wasn’t that Helena didn’t like demi-gods. Honestly, it wasn’t. It was just that so many of them were… Too perky? That was probably it. In her years around the Camp it seemed that many of the demi-gods believed that all of their problems just disappeared when they stepped across the boundary line. Only a rare few of them saw the bigger picture. Obviously there weren’t enough quests to go around, but Helena couldn’t help but wish more of the campers went on them; that more of them were able forced to go out and experience the monsters that waited outside of the safety of Camp Half Blood.
Maybe that was what drew her to the young blonde complaining to herself on the ground. There was something about the demi-god that made Helena sense she had an idea about the negative side of things. But there was also something more; like the blonde just had something nagging at her. It was something different, and that intrigued Helena.
She chuckled as the demi-god sat up, apparently surprised by Helena’s appearance. ”Oh calm down, there are so many other ways I could have snuck up on you. I thought I was being pretty obvious in my approach.” [/color] Even if the landscape they were on was pretty open Helena was sure she would have been able to use something she’d learned from the Hunters if she had wanted to scare the demi-god. She took her in, probably not any older than Helena herself had been when she joined the hunt. ”Jumping is the fastest way down.”[/color] She answered simply, not bringing in Sami’s other answer and only smirking instead. Clearly she had flustered the demi-god by interrupting her. ”I never said you didn’t have a right to want to be alone, it’s just not something I usually see demi-gods doing. You all tend to be a rather social people.”[/color] The Hunters were the same in her opinion, she hated to be away from them and wouldn’t choose to be alone if given the option. Helena had no reason to question why the demi-god wanted to be alone; if she wanted to tell her then she would. ”It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sami. I’m Helena.”[/color] No divine parentage was offered, of course. If Sami came to the conclusion that Helena was a Hunter then good for her; it not then Helena would point it out eventually. The question of whether she was new came up and drew a laugh from Helena. She was quite sick of that question. ”I’m pretty far from being new. I’ve probably been around this camp over half your life, given I’m only here off and on.”[/color] If the daughter of Hermes knew much about the Hunters it probably wouldn’t be too hard to guess who she was. Especially since mortals couldn’t cross the property line; though it would be amusing if the demi-god thought she was a goddess.[/blockquote][/size] |
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