"Then you meet people like you, Paulie. People who...they understand. They get that we're not as helpless as we seem, and that we can take care of ourselves if you give us the chance, and that we only need help if we ask for it. People who don't openly express their pity for us, people that want to help us but know when we need to do things on our own. It's people like you that make me appreciate company. People who want to help us vision impaired comprehend a world when we don't have the sight to see it." I smiled a genuine smile. "You're a great girl, Paulie, you know that? You'd make a good friend to anybody who meets you." I played with the frayed aglet of my shoelace, still sucking on my tootsie pop. "Don't let anybody tell you otherwise. If they do, sock them in the stomach."
"Wanna go to my cabin to play some cards, Emi?" I asked. I absolutely love card games, so we play them all the time.
She sounded reluctant, but replied, "Sure. I suppose one more time won't hurt. But we had better not play War again!"
I chuckled, "Alright. Come on, let's go."
We spent the next few hours at the Apollo place, playing Go Fish, since that's what Emi wanted. But she was almost at wit's end with boredom when Lesley, my cabinmate, came in looking tired.
"Hey Lesley, did you do paintball?" I asked.
"Nah. Can I play?"
"Sure! We're almost done with this game anyways."
"Cool." Emi looked relieved to have a new player.
"Ooh, no we can play Nerts!" she said, her face bright. She is obsessed with that game, but no one hardly ever comes around to play it with us. "Yeah" I reply.
We played a few rounds, then the bell rang across the camp for dinner. We all sighed. When we got there, however, there was Timothy again, standing in the middle of the pavilion with a girl I didn't recognize, maybe Hermes cabin?- and he was waiting for Emi, it seemed.
First of all, I just realized that Paulie's constant griping about not having siblings is unfounded since Emi is a daughter of Mercury (I don't know my Roman gods, and only just made that connection).
I guess we're in the pavilion now according to Blue, so I'll get us there I suppose.
Paulie (Hermes)
At first I thought Timothy was joking or being sarcastic, but then I realized that he meant what he was saying. It was really touching--my eyes started to prickle and a lump began in my throat--that this kid thought that I was worth something. I couldn't think what to say. I was almost glad when the bell rang across camp signaling dinner.
Timothy sprang to his feet first and offered me a hand.
"Thanks," I said, pulling myself to my feet. I was reluctant to let go of his hand, this amazing boy who I meant something to but I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. We walked slowly towards the pavilion.
"I hope you don't mind, Paulie. I need to meet Emi at the pavilion. Wanna come with me?"
"Sure," I said, trying not to sound upset.
We stood in the middle of the pavilion, Timothy craning his neck. I didn't know why he wanted to meet Emi, but it didn't make me particularly thrilled. I hadn't had any interaction with my half-sister, and I wondered whether Timothy had something for Hermes girls or what.
When Emi found us, she walked up to Timothy with some girls I didn't know.
"Hi, Timothy."
She paid as little attention to her own half-sister as if I were a potted plant. I decided to return the favor, staring over her head at the opposite wall.
Give a man a fish, he'll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish, he'll eat for a lifetime. Talk to a hungry man about fish, and you're a psychologist.
I smiled at Emi's voice. "Hey Ems." I said. "I mean-Emi." I twirled my sucker in my mouth, wishing Paulie would say something. I liked hearing Paulie's voice almost as much as I liked hearing Emi's. "So uh, paintball was fun, right?" I said, trying to make small talk. "Sorry I left you like I did." Emi said. "It was no problem, really. Like I was saying to Paulie, here, it gave me a,uh, chance to prove myself." I shrugged, still licking on the sucker. I thought about what Paulie had said earlier about colors, and wondered what the pavilion looked like, and what Emi looked like. I wondered what everything looked like now. I wondered if some things were as horrible to see as Paulie had said they were. "You okay, Timmy?" Paulie asked. "You look...befuddled." "Just...thinking." I answered slowly. I didn't want to say what was on my mind around Emi for some reason, like it was something to just be discussed between me and Paulie. I shoved a hand into my pocket again, just then remembering that I still had my armor on. I excused myself from Emi and asked Paulie quietly to lead me back to the Hades cabin, which she did so almost enthusiastically. I disappeared inside and quickly slid off my armor, slipping my jacket back on before coming out again. Me and Paulie began walking back towards the pavilion to meet up with Emi again.
Timothy seemed a bit off once we met Emi. He asked me to guide him back to the Hades cabin, so I took his hand in mine. It was starting to feel natural, even after only a few hours knowing him.
He went inside to change out of his armor, so I waited outside for him. He seemed to be able to handle himself pretty well.
"So, you hang out with Emi?" he asked.
"Well, not much. Unless you count being unconscious in the same place as hanging out."
I tried to keep the jealousy out of my voice, not sure why I should be feeling so hostile towards my cheerful, bouncy half-sister.
We went back to the pavilion because Timothy wanted to meet back up with Emi.
Give a man a fish, he'll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish, he'll eat for a lifetime. Talk to a hungry man about fish, and you're a psychologist.
I shrugged at her answer. "That's...cool, I guess." I said, feeling the earth through the thin soles of my strapped sandals. I wasn't sure what to do next as we stood there on the pavilion. I couldn't seem to sense Emi anywhere, and I was only mildly disappointed, glad it gave me a chance to get to know Paulie better. "So," I said, "tell me about yourself." "Well, you already know I'm from the Hermes cabin." Paulie started off, then launched into the whole explanation of herself. I found that the more I listened, the more interesting she became to me. I smiled the entire time as I listened, astounded at the mental profile I made of her. She seemed like an amazing girl. I nodded as she continued, loving the way her voice sounded in her ears. Brown hair, green eyed girl....with an interesting story. I had a feeling we could be friends, if she wanted to be.
Unfortunately, I can't be on SB no more. I though that I had time for this but I clearly don't have the time so Im sorry that I've caused trouble to you all and I wish all good luck on this Storybook.
Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Twelfth Night - William Shakespeare
Emi watched as Timothy and Paulie walked away. She didn't quiet understand what was going on, but she knew that she was now alone and that didn't make her feel to good. The thing was she wasn't really used to that feeling and she didn't like it one bit. Emi decided to go and take a walk to see if she would feel better. She wasn't sure if Timothy and Paulie were expecting to meet up with her when they came back, but she felt like she would be imposing to much if she ate with them. She made her way to the forest and just stood there wondering if she should go in because she really didn't like the forest.
(Sorry it took so long but it's my birthday so I have been really busy but I should be around now!)
Emi needed some alone time, I could tell, so I didn't follow her. Now it was just me and Lesley, so we got our food, shoved some into the fire, and ate at the Apollo table.
"Did you hear about Trini?" someone asked from nearby. I turned around. It was Arianna Knight, who I kind of knew but not really.
"No..." I replied, worried.
"She's in your cabin -didn't you see her? Someone said she touched the paintball poison or something like that." she replied.
"No! How could we have missed her?" I was really worried now, after all, she was my sister. I garbled up the rest of my food, left Lesley at the table, and rushed right back to my cabin to see Trini.
When I got there, she was sitting up. I relaxed; she looked fine. I still don't see how we couldn't have seen her lying there- her bed is only a few over from mine where we were playing cards. I guess she just must have been really silent or something. She yawned, then saw me. I smiled.
He asked me to tell me about myself, and somehow a dam in me just broke and I was telling him everything without worrying. I hadn't talked this much to anybody in months. In fact, I couldn't remember saying this much. I told him about my mom disapproving of my past girlfriends, about not having a dad, about all the schools that I hadn't fit in at, about never finding the right person. I told him about the pain and how I'd dealt with it. I told him about the things I love: reading, art, running places with the sun on my back. I told him about having nowhere to go, about staring into the river, about jumping. About crying when I realized that it didn't work.
Once I had finished I worried that maybe I had said too much, that I had bored him or, worse, scared him away. But his eyes were bright behind the cloudy haze and he was listening to me very attentively. When I had finally finished he smiled warmly at me.
"And what about you?" I asked, wanting to know more about the blind son of death, "what's your story?"
*Hope this is okay, I don't have any more time today what with 3 hours of rehearsal and all.
Give a man a fish, he'll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish, he'll eat for a lifetime. Talk to a hungry man about fish, and you're a psychologist.
I smiled, staring at my feet. "I came to camp at a young age, so I'm told. I don't really remember much before camp, but I remember a weird smell a lot--it always smelled like pot, and alcohol.That's what I always think of when I think of my life before the camp, especially whenever I think about my mom. I've met Dad once or twice-but only in my dreams, and he always acted like an asshole to me. He blamed me for sending my mom into the state she was in when I left her. Apparently, my mom was an alcoholic drug addict, and I was told by Chiron that if I hadn't come to camp by the time I did, my mom could as well have beaten me to death, or raised me to be a crack addict." I shrugged. "I came around to camp when I was around seven or eight, and I guess everybody was shocked by where-what-I came from, and the scars and cuts on my arms. I was really timid, too, and jumpy. I wouldn't let anybody near me, and I was like always cooped up in the cabin. I refused to eat, growing thin and starving...they had to literally force food down my throat. It took me forever to start trusting people, and even when I did I didn't trust them much. But hey, you know, I got better, right?" I played with my hands, still smiling but the smile felt more faked then before.
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Personality: Jerica won't take crap from anyone. She is rather violent, but doesn't use her violent talents unless she is provoked to. She tends to target other agressive people in a way of befriending them that involves constant insulting. She rarely backs down, which is why she is often labeled as a bitch.
Despite her agressive tendancies, she has a soft spot. She often falls for people easily, but won't let herself have him. She tends to push him away. If he can manage to get past her .
Other Personalities (Likes, Dislikes, Strengths, Weaknesses): She prefers dark overcast days, and the rain. She loves being with others, but sometimes just likes to sit back and watch. She hates overly happy people, finding it unnatural. She is very good at figuring out people. She is often studying people to know what their personality is, prior to her talking to them. She prefers to be with sarcastic and sometimes mean loners. She can be revered as a leader, but prefers not to be one. She doesn't trust well, but is incredibly trustworthy. She is incredibly stealthy when she fights, often fleetfooted. Despite her father being the god of war, she prefers to not be violent.
Brief History (Remember to include how they got to camp!): She doesn't remember much from her past, and has been at camp since her mother dumped her, so that she could gamble away her money in Vegas. She always made friends, but they often went on quests and got their lives blown apart by some nasty monsters.
Up for love?: Yes, straight preferably.
Other: She has a long scar from her right achilles heal up her back and to her right temple. She has had it since she took a quest out of camp when she was 12. She was attacked by a spiteful god, but she got off lucky. Her friend was killed. She also has a vulture that she recieved for her tenth birthday. The vulture is clean and trained.
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Nella vita vi è la distruzione, desolazione nella morte, ma c'è speranza nella rivoluzione.
It felt good to be back at camp. After a long quest it was nice to come back with a minor god's constantly regrowing head. I figured I could get a long break from dish duty for that. With my dagger hidden in my back pocket it had taken one clean swipe to lop his head off.
I was excited to see Lyn again, as I hadn't seen her in nearly three months. As I made my way down the grassy hill, several campers waved to me. I said hello, but I was just ready to go to sleep. When I reached the ring of the cabins I headed directly to the bloodred cabin, catapulted myself through the doorway. It was good that I was so tired, I normally couldn't sleep when the sun was up. Actually, I normally couldn't sleep at all.
I launched myself up on the bed, just as Lyn strode in. She looked up.
"You're back," she stated with a smile. I jumped down from my springy perch on the top bunk. "Yes, and I have a severed head to prove it." I pulled it out of my bag, laughed, and walked outside. I climbed on top of the cabin agilely. I placed the head on a pointed pole sticking out of the roof. It looked almost comical, with the god's odd expression still plastered on it's face.
"Don't you think it will start smelling nasty?," Lyn asked pointedly.
"Nah, it's a god. It'll desinigrate in a week, if not sooner." I climbed down the roof and plopped to the ground. Ascending to my bunk's perch yet again.
"Have a nice nap." Lyn called as she walked out the door. I gave her a silent salute, then fell into the oblivion of sleep.
I woke up when the conch horn was blown for dinner. Agh, I didn't want to go. But I was hungry, and I wanted to catch up with everybody. I walked out of the cabin in awe. Apparently the camp's population had grown a whole lot while I was gone. Tons of teenagers were streaming out of their cabins.
Walking up to the pavilion I saw a deathly pale kid with black hair. Hades. He didn't seem very liked. The blonde boy that Lyn was talking to gave him a sideways glare every ten seconds. Clearly they weren't on good terms. The boy, Xander I think, wasn't even paying attention to what Lyn was saying. Oh, what a douche.
I think camp will be fun this year.
Nella vita vi è la distruzione, desolazione nella morte, ma c'è speranza nella rivoluzione.
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. — Ann Landers
