Cailan - Poseidon

Silence that came after he shot Avalon was immediately followed by a wave of cheering and applause from the campers gathered around the field. Cailan was amazed at the fact that he won the game, for the first time since he'd joined here. He looked around at the people, feeling both proud and embarrassed. Then he heard Chiron blow the whistle making the cheers stop. He trotted over to Cailan, smiling slightly, holding two green laurel wreaths in his hands.

Cailan looked around at the stands, trying spot Trini. Seeing her, he smiled and signaled her to come to him. As she came walking slowly, he noticed that there was something off about her. Like she was drunk or dreaming. She came and stood by him. Cailan, inhaling her sweet scent, knelt down along with her, as Chiron placed the green laurels on their heads.

"My congratulations Cailan and Trini. You did well in this." He stated smiling down at both them. "Now off you go, enjoy the rest of the day."

Cailan and Trini waited until the others have gone before beginning to walk towards the cabin.

"Trini, are you alright? You look... pale." Cailan said, looking at Trini walking beside him.

"I'm fine." She replied, her voice faint.

"Okay, there's no need to lie to me, because you look sick."

She looked at him for a moment.

"Fine. Well, the paint ball that hit my helm, I... accidentally touched it."

"You what! We have to get you to the infirmary." Cailan yelped, stopping mid-walk.

"No, I hate the infirmary."

"Then, let me accompany you to your cabin at least." He replied, feeling like he's pushing his luck.

Trini hesitated a bit. "Okay."

When they reached the Apollo cabin, Trini had become sickly green in colour and her lips were almost white. She almost collapsed onto her bed.

"Well, if you don't want to go to the infirmary, I should at least give you some ambrosia and nectar." Cailan said, sitting on the edge of her bed, and taking a jar of ambrosia squares from a nearby cupboard.

Tiger you may continue, but tell me if I was wrong in this post or something.

Kiara - Zeus

Distant voices rang in her ears. Vague, dis-jointed words flew past her. Her whole head felt like it was splitting open. Her stomach was rolling, making her feel extremely sick. Kiara opened her eyes, and was met with a blurry, foggy image that made sense as much sense as modern art does. She blinked, trying to focus. Her head was aching so hard that she could barely even think without making it hurt more. She knew she would be sick the minute she moved.

Kiara turned her head and immediately moaned in pain as her head felt like it had been sliced with a knife. At once, a person was by her side.

"Ki? Ki are you alright?" The person asked. A hand stroked her head. She couldn't focus on the voice so much to recognize it. Then she made the mistake on trying to sit up. Just as she did so, her stomach rolled violently and made her vomit onto the floor.

Moaning weakly, she looked up at the two people surrounding her bed, their faces swimming in her whirling vision. But she had glimpsed enough to know that one was Xander and the other was Mason.

Umm... I don't know how to continue it, so if you want me to add anything please tell.

Xander | Hades Cabin

Mason looked like he was about to retort when a pained groan made it's way over to their ears. They both turned their heads to look at Kiara, ignoring each other. Mason walked quickly to take the spot beside Kiara and Xander clenched his hands into tight fists.

"Ki? Ki are you alright?" Concern was laced within Mason's words and Xander squeezed his eyes closed, anger overwhelming him. He was furious at the thought that Mason, A child of Hades and his biggest enemy, was doing more to help Kiara than he was. Disappointment in himself for hitting Kiara in the first place and anger for not being able to be there for her welled up inside him and he felt like he was going to explode. He'd never felt this sort of jumble of emotions and he couldn't take it.

He flashed open his eyes and turned toward his sister in concern when he heard her become violently sick. He tried to take a step toward her, reaching out to hold her hand when Mason threw him a deadly glare.

Xander ignored him and kneeled at the foot of the bed. He looked her over. Her face was extremely pale and her lips were almost white. A large red welt was forming on Kiara's forehead and Xander buried his face in his hands. "Kiara. Please... Please forgive me," he whispered.

Before, he'd heard about the bond between children of the same god, a bond that connected them as close siblings and not just strangers. He never believed it, yet why was he getting so frustrated? He hated Mason for moving out of the way. He hated himself for taking the shot in the first place. He didn't know what to do anymore, giving up and completely breaking down his own barriers, not caring whether Mason was there or not.

"Kiara, please! I- I didn't mean to hit you, I swear. Just.. please get better! Please forgive me!" he begged.

'~Trini Marks- Apollo~

Cailan motioned for me to come to him when it was time to receive the rewards; it was getting harder and harder to stay on my feet. As Chiron placed the laurels on our heads, he spoke , but it was only a distant blur of mumbles in my ears.

".....alright? .... Pale..." It was Cailan's voice now weaving itself past my ears.

"I'm fine." I choked out.It was amazing how much that small amount of poison would affect you. I felt bad, but I knew Kiara would feel a million times worse, that is, if she was still alive.


".. no.. lie... sick.." I looked at him for a second , thinking about what he said with the small amount of sanity I still had.

"Fine. Well, the paint ball that hit my helm, I... accidentally touched it." His face was being distorted , but I could still see the look of disbelief and worry.

"what! .... infirmary." The lack of hearing and dizzying sights were to much I could almost walk easier with my eyes closed.

" No. I hate the infirmary." I sounded to myself as a whining child.

"Accompany....cabin." His words were getting harder and harder to make out.

"Okay." it was all I could manage.

We got to the cabin , and I fell onto the nearest bed. All I wanted to do was sleep; I couldn't let myself do that. I fought the urge many times before he spoke. I could hear mumbles , but I couldn't make any of it out. Cailan pulled something out of the cupboard, but I couldn't tell what. He held them out as if to take them , but I couldn't tell where his hand was , It seemed like everytime I went to take the stuff from his hand, it moved, or my hand went right through his. He steadied my hand and set the hard squared in my hand , and brought it to my mouth. I didn't know what it was at first ; I tried to turn my head away, since I didn't know what he was giving me. My abilities were draining, so after a a short minute I gave up. Realizing it was ambrosia squares , I eagarly finished them.

Maybe I shouldn't have faught it as long as I did; maybe if I hadn't It would've left by now. My sanity was slowly coming back , and Cailan stayed beside me . sometimes saying things I couldn't understand to check on me. After I took the ambrosia squares, within thirty minutes , I could talk again, and the swirling of everything around my was slowing into a soft swaying motion.

"Cailan?" I whispered, It sounded to me like everything does when you're ears pop on an airplane. Cailan looked down.

"Thank you." I said , with a weak smile. He smiled back of course, and I forced myself up with the power I did have. Maybe I could trust Cailan; Maybe he was a friend who wouldn't abandon me like my parents did.

(Hope this is okay , i'm a little out of it , it's hard to go from science class to this .)

Lilli-Apollo cabin

Trini and Cailan. I might've known. They are two of the best paintball players I have ever seen; in fact, I have gotten out the majority of the time due to to them.
This time was horrible without a partner. I got out earlier than I have ever gotten out before; almost the first one out, in fact. Oh well...this was going to be a long evening.

"Hey, Lilli...sorry..." Emi trailed off, approaching me to sit and watch the awards ceremony. I frowned at my shoes. Emi is my partner a lot of the time, but she just met Timothy, so no more partner for me, apparently.

"S'okay, Emi. I guess it's good to change it up a bit. I suppose," I mumbled out.

Of course, leave it to bubbly, cheerful Emi to take that as all debts repayed. "Hey, cool. Well, we both got out early this time, huh? So maybe next time, as a team...we can get out even earlier together!" She giggled. Although it wasn't really funny, I wanted to release my tension, so I laughed along with her. It's really hard to stay mad at Emi for very long.

"Hi, guys," a voice came from behind us. We looked around. Timothy Eight. Oh, great.

"Hey, Timothy." Emi smiled. "This is my friend, Lilli."

His face turned in my general direction, "Nice to meet you.."

p.s. I know it's kinda lame, just wanted to move things along here...

Timothy Eight

Somehow, I could feel I wasn't wanted. Like, something-almost like a tension-surrounded us as we stood there. I began to back away a bit, deciding to make my way back to the cabin, or take a walk, or something. I bumped into a tree and flushed, before feeling my way to a trail and beginning to walk. I listened for footsteps behind me, but I didn't hear any. I breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of summer-blooming flowers and trees, the chirping of birds-all of it familiar to me, but yet all strange to smell. I sighed deeply, leaning against a tree as I took a sucker out of my pocket and unwrapped it, beginning to suck on it. Cherry Tootsie Pop. My favorite. I wanted to just get away from it all, the paintball, the other campers-just hang out with nature, take a break away from everything.
Which is why I sighed in anger when I heard someone's voice in my ear.

*could be anyone-if anybody wants me to change it or whatever, tell me and I'll edit it.*

Paulie (Hermes)

Once the paintball battle was over I decided that it was safe to show my face again. The woods had always drawn me in and now I took to the path. I saw the blind Hades kid and decided that it would be rude to walk past pretending that because he couldn't see me I couldn't see him.

"Hi,"

He sighed in annoyance and I hastily backtracked.

"Sorry...I'll just..." I trailed off feebly.

"No, s'okay. I'm Timothy," he said.

"Paulie."

"Hi. You new here?"

"Yeah. This is my first full summer, I was only here for the very end of last."

"Cool."

He seemed sort of unenthusiastic. I wanted to go but it felt impolite somehow.

"How long have you been coming?" I asked instead.

"Since I was a little kid."

"Oh. You're a Hades, right? So do you stay here year round?"


*Hope this is okay Alex*

Emi

Emi and Lilli watched as Timothy walked away. Emi was about to follow him when Lilli stopped her.

"You should just leave him be Emi. It seemed like he wanted to be alone." Lilli said to Emi.

"Why would he want to be alone? Is he mad at me?" Emi asked.

"Well you got him to play paintball even though he didn't want to. Then you got out really early and left him there all alone. Not to mention that he is blind, so you left him blind and all alone. Ya, I would be pretty mad if you did that to me."

"I should go apologise then."

"No, just let him cool down first. Besides you owe me for not being my partner so I should at least get to hang out with you for the rest of the day!"

"Are you still mad at me?" Emi looked like she had just thought of the idea that it could be possible for Lilli to be mad at her for leaving her partnerless.

"No, how could I stay mad at you?"

"Thanks Lilli, now we should go do something and then later we'll go talk to Timothy!" Emi said as she smiled at Lilli.

Hey sorry for not replying, I've got tests next week and I've been studying for it all week.

Micki - I'm going to be saying that Cailan sees Xander storming out of Hades cabin, so that you can type what happened in the cabin and then continue up to the part where Lyn talks to Xander.

Cailan - Poseidon

Trini's normal colour returned and her eyes regained their brightness. Relief flooded through him as Trini looked up at him.

"Thank you." She said, smiling at him. He smiled back.

Trini pushed herself up, but Cailan put his hand on her shoulder.

"No, you should rest. It's almost sun set, so you can sleep till dinner." He said, and added "I mean it!" firmly, as Trini looked like she wanted to protest.

She laid back down on the bed, pouting and closed her eyes.

Cailan watched her for a moment and got up, fighting to urge to just lay down beside her. He went outside, and only then he remembered that he had his armor still on. So, he walked towards his cabin beside the Zeus and Hades cabins.

Walking into his cabin, he reached under his bed and was about to pull the chest when he saw, Mia sitting on her bed, frowning at a book she was reading.

"Hey Mia. Didn't see you at Deathball." Cailan said, sitting down on his bed, which was not an easy task with his armor still on.

"I got hit early." She replied, not looking up at him.

"Oh, I see. Well, that's too bad."

"I heard you won. Well done." She stated, still not looking up at him.

"Uhh... thanks. So... "

She put down her book and frowned at him. "What?"

Cailan stared at her for a second. "Nothing." He replied, sighing.

He went back to pulling his chest from underneath the bed. He opened it and glanced at Mia before taking off his armor and stuffing it into the chest. Feeling like he had come out of his personal prison, he stood up and walked out of the cabin to sit at the porch. But once he came out, he remembered the incident with Kiara he had seen. He had totally forgotten about it until then.

Smacking himself on the forehead, he ran towards the infirmary with the sun slowly sinking below the horizon behind him.

"Hi, is Kiara, the daughter of Zeus here?" He asked the attendant. She frowned as thought she had been asked this question before then shook her head.

Sighing with frustration, he headed back. But then he remembered that it had been Mason whom carried Kiara. And Mason was a child of Hades.

He immediately switched his direction to the Hades cabin.

Cailan walked into the cabin...

Ignorance - You can continue with this.

Uhm but... Xander never stormed out of the cabin :S
He was apologizing to Kiara and then I was waiting for Ignorance to say something so I can't really write what happened in the cabin without her input.

Thank you!

Timothy Eight

"Year round." I answered Paulie, slowly sucking on my Tootsie Pop. "I wouldn't have anywhere to go anyway outside of summer." I pulled a Chocolate Tootsie Pop out of my pocket and offered it to her. "Want one? I've got plenty." I said, which was true because I kept a good supply of these near my bed in jar in the Hades Cabin and always brought some along with me whenever I left the cabin. She took it and put her in her pocket.
"Thanks." She said. I shrugged.
"So paintball was pretty crazy, huh?" She asked me suddenly.
"I'm surprised I actually managed to hit a few people, giving my vision impairment." I shoved my hands into my pockets, just then remembering that I still had my armor on. I would have to go and change soon.
"You know Emi didn't mean to leave you out there, right?" Paulie said.
I nodded vigorously. "Definitely. Not her fault some guy got her out by shooting her. Besides, it's not like it's a bad thing just because I'm vision impaired. It sort of gave me a chance to prove myself, you know?" I shrugged my left shoulder, licking my Tootsie Pop thoughtfully.

Paulie (Hermes)

He sort of lapsed into silence after that. Not much of the talker, but I knew how that was. It wasn't uncomfortable, so I just leaned against a tree. I didn't mind not talking. This kid must know what it was like to feel how I was feeling since he knew all about death. Not that I was about to talk to him about it. But I think he knew. I mean, a child of Hades had to know that sort of thing. (*see profile*)

I took the tootsie pop that he had given it to me out of my pocket and unwrapped it. It was nice--I hadn't had one of them in years. I sank down to the ground with my back against a tree and he did too. I decided to wait for him to speak, since it was he who seemed to want to have some thinking time and I didn't want to interrupt him.

Suddenly I wondered what this sullen-faced, lanky thirteen year old thought of an introverted mischief maker like me. Did he just want me to go away? Or did he actually appreciate my company? It was these sort of thoughts that always led me to the more dangerous thoughts, the thoughts that made me want to do things like jump into a river, which had got me here in the first place. What low self-esteem.

Timothy Eight

I smiled at her. "Well this is nice." I said. "Just sittin' in the woods with the birds chirpin' and the frogs croakin'." I grinned. "The sound of the river..." I sensed her thoughts were half-trained on suicide. I sighed.
"Death ain't all that great, you know." I told her. "My Dad can be a real jackass." Not that I had met him in real life--but the rare dreams I got where he visited me made me think not so great of him. "Being around him ain't fun. He makes you depressed, makes you think about death all the time, you know, all that stuff." I leaned against the tree, feeling the rough bark on my back. "Hey, can I ask you something?"
"Sure," she said.
"Can you tell me...what's it like to be able to see?" I slowly sucked on my sucker as I waited for her answer, honestly curious to see what she would say.

Paulie (Hermes)

"Can you tell me...what's it like to be able to see?"

I mulled that one over.

"Sometimes it's wonderful...sometimes it's the most painful of all the senses," I replied slowly. "It hurts the most--when you see people being selfish or greedy or narrow-minded. But the forest is beautiful."

"Tell me about colors." It was a question that I was sure he had asked other people before. A question that he would never fully be able to comprehend the answer to.

"You smell that smell--the forest smell? That's green. It's the color of grass when it pokes up from the brown earth. It's the color of leaves. Brown is the color of your eyes. Brown is the color of the earth, and my hair, and a tree trunk." Acting on instinct, I took his hand and dug his fingers into the ground. "That's brown."

"What color are your eyes?"

"Green. My hair is brown. My skin is tan--more brown that white." I wiped off his fingers and let him feel my hair. "Brown is a soft color. Brown is that warm feeling that you get when you're really full after eating a meal. Your chocolate tootsie pop is brown."

I hoped that he could understand. I really, sincerely wanted to show him. I knew that he was out of his comfort zone talking to someone like me but, weirdly, it made sense all the same. I mean, we weren't all that different when it came down to it.

"Tell me what it's like...not seeing."

Timothy Eight

That question was a new one on me. "It's...it's not total blackness, like everybody thinks. It's a blur of colors, so mixed that you can't make anything out. That's all anything is-just color, no defined shapes, no real images, almost like filled in white static." I played with my shoe laces. "It's a weird feeling, not being able to see. You have to learn to 'see' with your other senses. Your hearing and smelling becomes more defined and sensitive, you learn to rely on people a bit more then others do, but you always wonder what the world around you looks like." I sucked on my sucker. "Then, you have to get used to people trying to baby you. People thinking that you can't do anything because you can't see. And then you get this thirst to prove yourself, prove that you can do anything that people who aren't vision impaired can do." I sighed, realizing I was rambling. "I wasn't always blind. I lost my sight when I was about one or two, after I got used to seeing things in the world. Before I got to try and make sense of what I was seeing, my vision disappeared and then I realized that I wouldn't be able to get to experience it as fully. The world is based on sight, and without it I won't be able to fully comprehend just what the world is like." I twirled my Tootsie Pop in my mouth. "I didn't get to see much before I went blind, not enough to actually miss it. But it makes me wonder-would I have ended up differently if I hadn't become vision impaired?" I shrugged and played with my shoelaces some more.

Paulie (Hermes)

He sounded so sad when he talked about not seeing--and how people treated him. I hoped he didn't think that I was trying to baby him. I wanted to reach out to him, but he didn't seem like the kind of kid who was okay with physical contact. And besides, I wasn't in much of a position to help somebody else cope. I was so fragile myself at the moment.

He was playing with his shoelaces now, avoiding my eyes. I sucked the lollypop pensively, trying to imagine what it would be like not to see the sky, the trees, this sullen boy sitting in front of me whose emotions seemed to run so deep under the surface that it was a challenge for him to unlock them at all. I couldn't--it was so much a part of me at that moment.

Timothy had a right to be bitter. I understood that perfectly. So why was I so much so, I who had nothing to complain about but a mother who was probably right to think that I was a mixed-up sexually confused delinquent teenager? I was happy right now, I reflected. I was happy sitting in the forest with a thirteen-year-old messed up blind boy who hated the company of people like me.

What a strange world.