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Axel Gauthier was good at a lot of things. He was a fine archer, a quick runner, and even among his fellow halfbloods, his combat prowess was nothing to sneer at. If ever a competition occurred, the small ginger boy was surely the first to sign up. He was also quite likely to win. But if there was one thing the child definitely wasn't good at, it was communication. He spoke hastily and bluntly, often accidentally insulting the others around him. Still, he'd been improving. His fellow campers had thus far proven far more understanding than his classmates back in the outside world. He'd even managed to make a few friends. But there was a single form of communication that he dreaded above all others: asking for help. Unfortunately, that was exactly what he needed to do. Just a few hours prior, he had been making his usual rounds in the armory shed in search of a well-balanced weapon to train with. As usual, the effort had been fruitless. The celestial bronze training swords were all... well-loved, to put it kindly. But this morning had really set him over the edge. His favorite training sword - the one that closest fit his weight and had previously been less damaged than the others - had a massive dent in the hilt. No doubt a result of someone else's training. Axel had long wanted to consult the Hephaestus cabin about getting a weapon of his own, but his awkward nature had stopped him thus far. The dented sword was just enough motivation to push him in that direction. Still, it was... absolutely terrifying. So it was with baited breath and wringing hands that the young man approached the cabin door. He took a deep breath. In. Out. You got this, Axel. It's just a question. Before the doubt could fully take hold, he forced himself to knock on the door.
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The seasons had begun to change, and the Summer Campers were all gone. All that was left now were her fellow year-round compatriots. Things always seemed to slow down and grow boring as the Camp's population diminished with the rush of Summer Campers heading out. Fewer people to fuck around with. Fewer bits of drama to get involved in. Aislynn was bored, and when that happened it quickly became everyone else at the camp's problem. Her siblings were never very hard to convince to throw a party. In fact, they had gotten the art of changing the main room to a good party stage down to a science. Ash pulled out the punch bowl and quickly mixed together a bit of jungle juice, though she wouldn't name her sources for where the alcohol came from--it was likely she had brewed it herself. Grabbing her guitar from under her bunk, she plugged it into her amp. A few seconds later she strummed the chords. "Hello there Camp Half-Blood! She called into the microphone, making sure it was loud enough to echo through every cabin. With a free hand she reached for the table beside her and raised a cup of questionable liquid above her head in a cheers salute, then downed its contents. "Are we ready for the biggest party of the year?" Flinging the empty cup across the cabin she began to sing and play the guitar to get the party rolling.
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Description of the cabin. The cabin is made of mud walls and a rush roof. A wreath of red poppies hangs on the door. Inside, there's a hearth with a crackling fire. Above the mantel hangs Hypnos' symbol: a poplar tree branch dripping water from the River Lethe, into a collection of tin bowls. Soft violin music is always playing, and the air always smells like fresh laundry. There are always plenty of empty beds, all with feather pillows, fresh sheets and fluffy quilts. The Hypnos cabin makes everyone feel like sleeping, with its cozy and comfortable feel. ((It's safe to say that if not strong enough it could pull you to sleep.)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There had been some rumors going around the camp about the older kids having a party. Which left the younger kids alone and without anyone watching them. It kind of made Savanna smile a little. But that meant that they could have their own party. So, Savanna had spread the word about her little sleep over at the Hypnos cabin for the younger kids. It was the best place for the kids to be at. They would be asleep by the time that the party was over, and they would be safe. Well, safe enough. She thought to herself. She had a smile on her normally sleepy face. Her older siblings had left the cabin, leaving her and her younger siblings there to do what they wished. She giggled a little at something that one of her siblings said as she sat out the punch and snacks on the table. There were tons of soft pillows around the place so that whoever wanted could totally pass out and sleep. Savanna wasn't sure that she wouldn't be one of those that would be asleep before the party ended. But she was going to try her best to stay awake. She had gotten everything set up and she was ready for the party guest to arrive. She had a bright smile on her face as she walked to the door, swinging it open for those that wanted to come in, to be able to come on in without knocking on the door. She picked up a glass of punch and a cookie and glanced at the door, waiting for someone to walk in.
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Camp Half-Blood: a sanctuary for descendants of the Greek pantheon. Here the children were free from the dangers of the outside world. A powerful barrier protected the place from monsters, and the daily schedule looked quite a bit like a normal summer camp. Campers of all ages raced around in their telltale orange shirts. They laughed, played, and trained together. For here they were safe from any real danger. Games, activities, cabins - it was so all completely, utterly, devastatingly... boring. Elliot made an active effort to keep from rolling his eyes as he crossed the border. Was this really the place his dreams had called him to? This simple little camp? Of course, it wasn't unheard of for war and strife to breach the barriers of Camp Half-Blood. Any place that gathered so many godlings was bound to have it's own share of troubles, and of course there was that whole matter with the war. A tiny smirk breached his lips. Now that would've been fun to see. There had admittedly been some tension during his only summer here as a child. Something about some famous heroes falling into Tartarus or something? Nowadays such an event would immediately pique his interest, but back then little Elliot had thought it best to keep his head down and stay out of any drama. A naïve attempt at fitting in, he supposed. Not that there was any chance of that once he'd been claimed at the bonfire. Thankfully he'd long since given up on searching for acceptance and had allowed his true nature to thrive. But despite that small period of turmoil, the camp seemed to have returned to its cozy, welcoming appearance. At least from the outside it seemed dull enough. But something big was going to happen soon. He'd felt it, dreamt of it. And the child of chaos trusted nothing if not his instincts. His motorcycle jacket looked out of place, weighing heavy on his shoulders in the bright sunlight. Though he'd take it any day over the garish orange monstrosities the other campers wore. Where to first? he thought. It had been over a decade since he'd last set foot on the grounds. When he'd come here before, the goat-man had taken him to a large building toward the center of the camp to get registered. Perhaps he should go there? Would they still have a record of him from all those years ago? Maybe, maybe not. But either way, the man figured he should make himself known. They'd probably send him off to the Hermes cabin or something. Whatever the case, he wasn't bothered. He'd just keep his eyes open and wait for something interesting to happen.
