When the Chips are Down (open)

[Aria Hale]

Aria sat outside the arts & crafts tent, not bothering to join her half-siblings inside. She’d made herself a celestial bronze knife that matched her steel one rather well last week, so she was perfectly content. So, much to some of the other campers discontent, she sat outside. Then again, when one keeps a loaded gun strapped to her side, it’s a little more understandable that people wouldn’t want to argue with her. Good. She was fine with arguments, but that fat ugly guy, Mr. D or whatever, had already threatened to turn her into several unpleasant things already. So she was being nice now, so to speak, and merely hacking chips of a long stick she’d found in the woods using her steel knife.

Beyond the widdling with a rather experienced-looking hand, the not-so-concealed handgun at her side and the celestial bronze knife at her other side. Yeah, to say she had a rough appearance was a bit of an understatement. And the fact that she completely refused to wear the usual camp t-shirt but was instead wearing a severely worn-out brown sleeveless top with a Ford logo on it that had been faded and spattered in dirt and a green strip of clothe tied around her arm just below the shoulder. She looked like she could still be living in the slum neighborhoods of Detroit with the rest of the gang she grew up in. The only thing that gave her new location away was just the scenery of the place… and when the Apollo kids in the tent behind her started a little song. She dug her heal into the dirt as several more chips of wood splintered off.

[baylee]

Baylee Smith

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[♥]Another day in the wenching camp. Everything Baylee have tired have failed in vain. He was already broken the curfew rule and refused to bed. The gods were already angry with him and forcing him to stay put. This was all just a game to Baylee. Sure he was a half blood, but he would simply picked a fight with anyone so he can get out of this wrenching place sooner, then he would be back with his father and mother. That image was lovely to him.

[♥][♥]I can't be here. I don't see anyone else belonging to the godness Arete, whatever her name is. He still don't believe them and it was a trick which Baylee didn't think it was funny at all. Slowly walking off from the camp. He was the only one who was belonged to Arete and it made him feel like an outsider who just don't belong. Everyone else were talking, singing or sleeping. Baylee didn't want to do either, so decided to walk around the camp once more, looking for a weakness somewhere which he can find, to leave the stuipd place.

[♥][♥][♥]As he walk somemore he spotted some chippings on the floor. Looking up he spotted a girl. He looked at her curiously, as she was short. Why is she here all alone? He thought to himself. Then again Baylee couldn't care. Some magical creatures which Baylee couldn't remember what they were, was watching him closely. Seeing he tired to leave before. Around twenty so mintues they left him alone and he turned his attention to girl. Hello... I am Baylee he spoke to her shyly and offered his hand to shake hers. He was trying his best to make friends. But then sometimes it wasn't possible. Baylee now waited for see this girl would become his friend or not.

[katiegardener]

I'm just your average ordinary everyday superhero
Trying to save the world but never really sure

All was quite in the Demeter cabin as the head counselor Katie Gardner layed on her bed staring at the mossy roof above her. Katie loved how their beds where made from actual tree trunks that spouted from the floor of the cabin as she really felt at home. And it also meant she could grow fruit of them if she pleased as being a daughter of Demeter she was able to make plants grow at her will. Katie was quite fond of her Demigod powers as hey allowed her to give life to there world around her and it also meant that her cabin could be decorated at whatever time of year with beautiful plants and flowers. Which hopefully would be left alone and not decorated with cheesy lawn ornaments which some certain sons of Hermes find particularly amusing.

But forgetting about that Katie at up and jumped of her bed as she had decided to take a stroll around the camp site, maybe try and locate her fellow cabin mates to make sure they knew when there next activity started as she wasn't going to let them show Demeter up by being late. So she first of all headed over towards the activity cabin to check that she had the correct activity to tell them as she wasn' one for giving out false information. It did not take her long to reach her destination and she soon found herself listening to the voices of the Apollo cabin who was singing heartly as usual. There was a few campers lingering outside as per usual so life at camp was pretty normal looking. At least for now.

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Tag:Aria Hale, Baylee Smith, Open
Lyric:Everyday Superhero
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[Aria Hale]

Aria could almost feel someone staring at her. It was one thing she severely didn’t like. And when Aria Hale didn’t like what someone was doing, said someone generally found out in an unpleasant manner. Probably just another one of the camp idiots wondering why she wasn’t with her cabin. They really took a lot of stock in the whole cabin unity junk here didn’t they? Well, she for one wasn’t going to buy into it. She hated her cabin and everyone in, not to mention everyone here in general. This place was stupid. She remembered back to when she’d first learned she’d have to come here. She should have just shot that stupid satyr rather than follow it. Stupid, stupid, stupid idea. Now she was stuck here. She cursed silently to herself.

After five minutes and that weird feeling not going away, Aria was starting to get seriously ticked off. She chopped at the piece of wood a little more aggressively, getting a good couple feet better distance with the chips. She was ready to get up and strangle whoever the culprit was (or just whoever was in reach), when a voice broke through the angry haze over her mind. A boy’s shy, timid little voice. It pretty much made her angrier. Not only had she been being watched, but by some pansy little kid? Seriously? She glared up at him, then forced a smile that looked a lot more like a cruel smirk than anything. She ignored his hand though, opting more to use it as a chip target than something to shake. “What a pleasure to meet you… Baylee, did you say? I knew a Baylee once. Of course, that was a girl, but I suppose you look feminine enough to pull the name off too.”

[baylee]

Seeing the girl was being a really aggronat to his opinon. He placed his hand back down and looked at her. I wonder what is her problem? He thought to himself and he was getting really angry himself now. Seeing she wanted to be alone he started to walk away, until she made a common about him. Baylee clenched his fist up as his aggressive started to build up inside of him now. Keep your cool Baylee, remember your training he said the back of his mind. Turning around he began to smirk to the girl whatever your problem is you need to get it sorted out before it gets you into trouble he said back to her.

He didn't like being called a girl so he simple snapped at her. You wouldn't like to get me started. Unless you want to be seriously injured I would advise you to shut up and drop it now ok his tone was icy and showing pure aggression. No way he would be called a coward. If she wanted to see his fighting skills from the outside world then bring it on. Slowly clenching his fist he aimed to punched her stuipd head in, making it really swollen if she wanted him to. Watching her closely, and to check there was no other teachers around he would fight her. As he would do anything to get out of this stuipd bleeding camp.

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[katiegardener]

I'm just your average ordinary everyday superhero
Trying to save the world but never really sure

As Katie looked at the activity sheet pinned outside th craft cabin she was pleased to find that she had indeed been right and it was her cabins turn out on the lake in the canoes. She knew it wasn't her cabins favourite activity with there mother being the goddess of earth and canoeing being on water. But it was what they had been scheduled to do so they would have to do as they was told and not try and riddle their way out of it. As after all plants needed water to grow and the waters spirits where always around to help them. So she didn't understand why some of them complain so much. She just tells them to suck it up an deal with it or go and talk to Mr.D which nobody really wants to do.

Then out of the corner of her eye she spotted a fellow cabin mate of hers. Nathan Barley. So she waved him over so she could rope him in on tell there cabin mates about there next activity. "Hey Nathan, you mind helping me spreed the word about are cabins next activity please. We're out canoeing on the lake, and if anyone moans just tell them to take it up with Mr.D and they should quieten up." At this Nathan smile and nodded before heading off to do what he had been instructed. It was then that Katie heard some raised voice coming from a air of campers not too far away who seemed to be having a little feud. Nothing she hadn't seen before as most campers needed to blow off steam at so point. So she just looked at them and if any looked her way they would see her just walk away ad let it drop it face.

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Tag:Aria Hale, Baylee Smith, Open
Lyric:Everyday Superhero
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[Aria Hale]

Aria let out a laugh. ‘…get it sorted out before it gets you in trouble’? Really? Her middle name was trouble. The day she wasn’t in trouble would be the day she was dead. Well, chances are she’d be in trouble then too. Ah well. Life would be boring otherwise, right? “Yeah, I’ll do that.” She aimed another wood chip at him. “Thanks for the tip, Freud.” She went back to her widdling… or rather, stick-massacring in peace when the annoying kid started walking away.

And then he seemed to decide to attack. She almost took a fist to the face, but luckily it only grazed her. Thank goodness (those who thanked the gods for anything were idiots) for peripheral vision. Why that little punk! She ducked, throwing her wood piece aside at the same time, and twirled her knife so the still-unpleasant butt end was pointed out instead. In one sharp movement, she jabbed at his gut with it. She intended to make him pay for his little spurt of suicidal idiocy.


((OOC: Sorry so short! >.< ))

[baylee]

Baylee Smith

Baylee wasn’t in a good mood. He didn’t care who he fought with as longs it got him out of this stupid place. There was no one here so it was prefect. She would pay big time seeing his first punch took hold and hit her face he was laughing, really glad it hit her. That was just a warm up! He yelled at her. Suddenly he saw the knife and aiming at him she is a cheater he saw it coming towards her and he did his best to dodge out of the way, but he was slightly to short and took the hit. It winded him only, this didn’t dazed him and he got ready to attack her again you have to have weapons to fight? You are a big fat coward! he spat in her face, didn’t care it hurt her.

Really pumped up he grabbed a stick and started to hit her with it. Using it to swipe the legs mainly as he was great with this tequince more than anything else. Baylee weakness is fighting with weapons, and she would see this clearly. As he moved backwards to get a better aimed he tripped over a tree root and landed with a thud on the floor, and hitting his head hard on the rock. He have never been on the floor like this before or even injured himself either. I am not finished yet! he yelled at her again. Come on you big blonde bitch! His chest was rising, his heart beating fast as the rage was building more and more. Too Baylee the fight have just began.

[katiegardener]

I'm just your average ordinary everyday superhero
Trying to save the world but never really sure

Looking away from the pair for a minute to catch sight of another of her cabin mates Alexa Keynes. Quickly running into her path she stopped her and informed her about their cabins next activity being down at the lake. As expected she began to moan but she simply told her to take it up with Mr.D and that soon shut her up and she trudged away grumbling something to herself. Man her cabin had got to stop being so moody about the water activities as she herself wasn't fond of them but she didn't moan about it. She was going to have to get Percy to show them that water wasn't all that bad by soaking them with it.

Then she turned around to find that the to campers that she had seen arguing earlier were new in a fight which was not good news since most campers usually had some form of weaponry on them.Man a lot of people have to grow up around here. Katie thought to herself before she marched over there to break it up. "Hey, hey come guys break it up, there's no monsters around so no fighting you hear me." Katie said before using her powers to wrap some thick vines around each of them which extended up to there arms to hopefully restrain them.

[Aria Hale]

That little son of mud thought he could take her!? Goading on like that because of a cheat shot! Oh, she’d show him! She’d kick his sorry butt half way across the Atlantic Ocean! Aria let out an angry yell. “You little bastard! I’m going to kill you!” She sheathed her knife, not caring if she got to use it or not. She’d strangle the boy with her bare hands if she had to! She crouched low and even the single time that his pitiful stick-weapon managed to strike her legs, she ignored the smarting sting. Her center of gravity was low enough, and the stick wimpy enough, that it couldn’t do anything to her balance. Baring her teeth, she prepared to lunge at him. The fact that he had already fallen didn’t matter. She’d still kick his sorry rear end, whether it was fair or not. Because, quite frankly, life wasn’t fair anyway.

Only the lunging idea didn’t work out so well. She hadn’t even managed to straighten her legs when something held them in place. She looked down “What the!?” Vines!? And then she noticed the older girl approaching. She hadn’t heard her at all in the focused battle mindset she’d been in a moment ago; which had, to her great displeasure, been completely disrupted before she could smash the boys face in. She let out a string of curse words at the older girl, the quality and quantity of which one would only really expect to hear at a rough seaport or truck driver stop rather than from some 14-year-old girl. “Let me go or I’ll pound your face in too!” Sure it was disrespectful, but since when did that faze Aria Hale? “Bring it, you pansy-kissing tree-hugger!” It seemed a fitting insult for someone who, judging by the vines, was from the flowers-and-crap cabin.