Camp Demi-God

Timothy Eight

My hands begin to fidget slightly, as I heard imaginary whispers reach my ears. Whispers about me. I knew it. I dropped the knife into my pocket and got to my feet, trying not show any signs of distress. I made my way as hastily as I could to my cabin, not caring what time it was, ready for bed so as to avoid the whispers that could or could not be following me. Whispers. Taunts. Teases. Verbal fists that had the potential to hit me harder than Heather ever could.
I made my way into bed, curling myself up in the covers, closing my eyes and trying to force myself to sleep.

(I know, suckish post. I'm sorry, but I had to get him back to the cabin.)

-Lilli-

This is it. This is the big day. I hurriedly finish my dinner as everyone around me chatters about the tournament. I throw the rest of my food in the fire, since I'm much too nervous to finish it. I'm going to be doing the archery contest, so I head back to the Apollo cabin to get in some better sweating clothes ( all in green) and grab my silver bow. They'll be providing the standard bronze arrows, which kind of stinks since I'm so used to my own lighter silver ones.

My hands are slippery as I walk over the grass to the arena. The evening isn't cold, it's actually quite nice: no clouds, light breeze, sun setting with a pale pink glow on the horizon. I'm not looking though, just trying to remember my last lesson. I'm going to need all the strength I can get.

I am so focused on the arena I don't see the small grey rock until I'm lying face planted in the ground, the dirt pressing into my mouth in a disgusting way. Wonderful. I slowly pick myself up, brushing off my hands until I realize there's blood on them. Double wonderful. And now the horn is blowing and I need to run to the arena. The tournament is about to begin.

Okay, for those of you who haven't been up on the DT- we are going straight to the tournament to prevent this thing from dying.

~Lynette~

I woke up to bright light blinding my eyes, and for once I didn't mind it. If yesterday was any accordance, I would actually have an amazing Summer.

Woah. Optimistic.

I smile to myself, getting out of bed and throwing on shorts, a T-Shirt, and so many silly bands I could feel my wrists constricting under their weight. Good. I exited the cabin, excited for the tournament. I never ate much- well, unless under pressure- and managed to escape the Dining Hall with only a breakfast bar. A good majority of people were already up, and the arena was buzzing with activity. I wondered faintly where Xander was- I knew he's sighned up for Javelin throwing, the only part of the tournament I was interested in. I put some protective loose armor on before walking into the arena.

Archery was the first contest, so the rest of the kids were supposed to wait until their event over by the side. There was a load of kids, and I could feel myself already getting closed in. The Camp offered Javelin's- I didn't have my own, even if I really wanted one. Hm. Something to think about, at least.

I looked around the crowd of people- campers not participating- in the stands. There was a fair amount of them- just as many as there were participating. I doubted any of them were Aphrodites. Chiron had sent them out with hundreds of dollars to buy dresses for the dance to put in the camp store. It was a little scary, but Chiron had put them in orders of Venus-Aphrodite so they would attract less monsters with mixed blood scent.

I turned my eyes back to the archery contest.

Meh, lame. Archery is first, then Javelin, Pegasi, and closed up with shot-put.

Hey there guys - I know I'm late, but I'm new and I really like the PJ series!!! PLease let me join?

Timothy Eight

I sat in the bleachers, knife hidden rather slyly in my pocket. I had made sure to sit as isolated as possible for a reason. When I was sure no one was watching-like I could really tell- I took the knife out, running my thumb over the serrated edge. It had been only last night since I had seen its friendship, and I was ready to see it again.
Once again making sure no one was watching, I put the blade to my open palm and, hiding it under the bleacher seats, applied pressure to it until it slit skin, smearing blood everywhere. To my right, I heard the people cheering for the archery contest- to bed for me I couldn't see. I cut a little deeper, and deeper. Once I was satisfied that it had bled enough, I gently pierced the fold of my elbow with it, pushing it in a quarter of an inch deep without anyone noticing, trying to act normal like I was listening to the tournament as I pushed it in a little deeper. I knew that if I cut deep enough, Chiron or one of the other campers would notice and send me to the infirmary, so I had to watch how deep I went.

-Lilli-

As I do some quick stretching before the contest, I can't help but notice how much it hurts my hands to touch anything. I don't have time to get any bandages and besides, it would mess up my shooting. Although I'm beginning to think that I also won't do too well if I leave them bloodied and open. But it's too late anyways, since Chiron is already announcing the rules for the games and telling us to get ready. I grab the heavy arrows they pass out and prepare to shoot my best.

The moment I pull the string of the bow I know I can't win. I can barely hold the bow steady with my hands all scraped up. Stupid rock. When it's my turn, I hold up the arrow, put it to the notch, and aim. The first arrow flies through the air, making a zinging sound, and...lands three feet away from the target. I haven't shot this bad since I was six.

Avalon
Demeter

I studied my target. It was several feet away, but still far enough for me to nail it. Someone laughed and commented, "I bet Farm Boy's a lousy shot."
I kept my eye on the target as I imagined it as a tree. Without even a word, I shot the arrow and hit the bull's-eye. I smiled proudly. "Man, I'm a sharp shot. Who says a 'farm boy' can't be a sharp shot at archery?" I took my leave and returned to Planter's Paradice. I ate some of my recently picked berries as I thought of my father. He would've been proud of me, since he taught me how to shoot an arrow several summers ago. Both my grandparents and my father once took me on a camping trip and showed me around the woods. My grandparents taught me how to know the difference between a poisonous mushroom and an edible mushroom while my father taught me archery. I proved to be a sharp shot in archery, which was a surprise to my father and grandparents who were lousy shots.

Xander | --

A loud noise woke me from darkness. I must have fallen asleep sometime late last night or something, for I was terribly groggy. I groaned and reached for my blanket, to pull over my head to stop the blinding sun from coloring the backs of my eyelids bright oranges and yellows.

My hand was met with grass and I grabbed at it, feeling around my surroundings. All I was met with was grass, and my eyes snapped open and I immediately sat up as straight as my spine permitted.

The sun shown through the meadow lightly and calmly as trees swayed in a circle around the clearing. I was in the forest.

I looked all around me for a few more seconds before, with a sigh of relief, realized that I had been watching the stars after preparing for the archery tournament and had fallen asleep. I sat for a few more seconds, rubbing at my heavy eyelids, before I heard the loud noise that had woken me up once more. All the grogginess drained from my system as I realized it was the horn signalling the start of the tournament.

I cussed loudly and sprang from the ground, quickly snatching my archery gloves and bow from the ground next to me, and shooting off at a sprint through the thick bundle of trees. I continued cussing, one after the other, as the trees flashed by in a blur. I jumped over anything in my way and dipped through the trees as quickly as I could. I didn't want to miss this! Archery was practically the only thing I actually liked around here, and I didn't want to miss it.

I broke through the trees as the arrows were being handed out. I sprinted to the empty archery line and caught my breath, bending over and panting wildly. My line was last, thankfully, so the arrows hadn't gotten passed to me yet, and I wasn't completely late.

I took a deep breath and held it in for a moment, trying to calm my racing heart. After slowly breathing out, I slipped on my archery gloves and waited for the arrows to arrive. As I received them, I nodded to the man passing them out, and turned around to face my target. I shook my hands out a bit and gripped my bow tightly, placing the arrow on the string, and waited for my turn.

A few people missed their targets and I sighed, lifting my bow as it finally became my turn. I straightened up and pulled the string back until it brought my thumb to my cheek. My heart rate slowed as I became calm, and I released my grip on the string and arrow.

My mind blanked and the crowed hushed.

I blinked.

The crowd cheered and I chucked a little in relief, staring at the arrow sunk into the bulls eye of the target. "Thank gods," I muttered.

Lilli

By the time my last arrow flew onto the very outer edge of the target, I was trembling. Not with fatigue, not even with nerves. I was shaking with silent tears. My bloodied hands had never made it within a foot of the bull's eye, and the more horrible shots I made, the more hysterical I became and the worse the aim. I tried to keep the water trapped in my eyes, but a few drops escaped anyways. I only hoped no one in the crowd noticed.

I was one of the first in the contest, so it was a long, agonizing wait until the end. Every time I saw someone hit a bull's eye, I did cry, hiding my face in my sleeves. Usually, I was an almost perfect shot. Last year, I got second place in archery. And then all I could think of is Curse the Rock. Curse the rock...

Can I join? If so, here's my Profile.

Name: Elvina Stanford
Age: 12
Parents: John Stanford and Demeter
Appearance: Profile pic
Personality: Quiet
Other Personalities: Weakness - Fire
Brief History: After Elvina was born, her father found the camp and just left her there to be found by one of the heads of camp. When she was found, she was wraped in a bundle of vines. As she grew up, she trained to the extent of her powers and finally got into Demeter Cabin, at the age of 5. She always could talk to plants and used them in every attack she made.
Up for love: Yes
Other: Has no friends because she grew up at camp.

Name: Kayne Lander

Male/Female: Female

Age (10-18): 15

Parents (Mortal and Godly): Thomas Lander and Athena

Appearance:

Spoiler

Pale flawless skin,long curly black hair that is usually is a braid, bright green eyes, she is 5 ft 5 in. She is also very thin.

Personality: Kayne doesn't trust a lot of people. She is quiet, but not shy.

Other Personalities (Likes, Dislikes, Strengths, Weaknesses):
Kayne is surprisingly strong and is very good at handling knifes. Her only weakness is that she doesn't trust people.

Brief History (Remember to include how they got to camp!): Her father died when she was 6 in a car crash. She was left with her uncle who drinks too much. She trusted him at first and after he abused her, it was hard for her to trust anyone except for her god mother Eliza Sherman Her god mother brought her to camp when she was 10.

Up for love?: If you can make her like you: yes

Other: Kayne always wears a necklace that has a broken watch on it. It was her father's.

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@MarisRowlands: I think this SB's done. There are way too many posts.

Oh... *makes a sad face then laughs at ChocoCookies's avatar*

Hey, creator here- this is kinda proclaimed dead after people stopped posting- not because of the grand amount of posts. Sorry, but we aren't excepting.