forum Percy Jackson!

Started January 14, 2019 by @Hawkeye

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Blair was shooting in the corner of the arena, far from where anyone ever went. He always went there so I guess it's not a place where 'no one went'.

Trenton flinched again. “You need to be cognizant of other people!” He shouted, clenching his hands into fists. “And You’re not even wearing proper safety attire!”

Lydia pulled up next to Trent. “Do we really care if the person SHOOTING the gun is wearing proper safety attire? I feel like we should care more about whether WE are.”

"Buddy, Pal, Friendo. I am being cognizant of others, I am shooting in the farthest corner. I am not harming anyone, they are just too afraid to enter becuase they are not used to guns." Blair said, giving the cold hard truths as one does.

"I don't know what those words mean but yeah!" An Apollo camper yelled from behind Sol. "Don't expect us to heal you when you hurt yourself." Another grumbled. Sol sighed. "Can we perhaps come to a compromise," She offered.

“Good idea! Compromises are good!” Lydia said, agreeing with the person standing in the group of Apollo kids.

Blair switched off his hearing aids, proceeding to ignore their talking. However, he did still pay attention to where they were walking.

When Trenton woke up this morning he had expected to maybe eat an omlet if he was lucky, drink some orange juice, train and go for a jog, and then spend some time resting at the lake. But instead, he was doing something incredibly unbearably stupid. Trenton Horne regretted a lot of moments in his life, but this one would stand out.

“I said stop!” He realized Blair was turning him out and ran almost directly into the line of fire, his eyes blazing with determination.

Oh dear gods the kid’s lost his mind. And apparently so have I. Lydia thought, as she followed suit. “He can’t hear you, you idiot!”

“Then he’ll have to see me!” Trenton announced, almost panting from being so worked up. He stalked over to the center of the targets, planting himself firmly in their midst.

Blair barely had time to move his gun so the idiot wouldn't be hit. He flipped down and gently smacked Trenton's head with his staff. "You are an idiot!" He yelled, putting his staff back and crossing his arms. "You do realize you could've died right? You also realize that I'm known for my posions… The poisons that I coat my weapons ammunition in."

The small crowd of maybe four other Apollo campers started shuffling around, one dude, perhaps named Avery as Sol remembered, cautiously started stepping forward to join them. "Oh gods this is getting out of hand," Sol muttered as she pushed her palm against her forehead.

"Dear Gods, Insufrible, all of you!" Blair yelled. "I'm done shooting, you all are idiots, and I'm going to go find a monster to murder. Happy fun times."

“Hey! Both of you! Stop it! People have stuff to do, fight somewhere else!” Lydia said, smacking Trent’s arm hard.

Trenton yelped, still rubbing his head, and now his arm. “I got him to move though!” He complained, already trailing after Blair.

Lydia caught Trent’s arm. “Do you REALLY want to go after him right now?” Lydia said, raising an eyebrow.

Blair stuck up his middle finger as he walked out of the arena, muttering a string of profanities. As soon as he realized that Trenton was behind him, he turned, glaring at Trenton with his wild purple eyes and a look of pure rage.

Sol crossed her arms. "By Hera's fake tits," She muttered glaring at Blair. "Why is it that so many hot people act like assholes?" She nudged an Apollo camper at her side. "Do you find that?" She asked him. "Generally I'm we're the ones who get called assholes, but yeah," He replied.

Trenton glared straight (lmao not straight at all) back at Blair, already rising to the challenge. “Positive.” He replied curtly to Lydia, taking a step forward.

Oh dear gods they’re going to kill each other, Lydia thought. She silently prayed to her mother, although she wasn’t sure what that would do. She stepped back slightly because of the look in Blair’s eyes, but quickly regained her composure and stepped back to where she had been before.

Dear gods, I'm a child of Dionysus, what do they expect? A completely sane teen? Pft. Blair stalked into the woods, lifting his gun and firing a warning shot into the air.

Trenton winced at the gunshot, his ears ringing. He staggered backwards a step, stunned for a moment while he recovered.

Sol let out a breath. "Thank the gods he left. Now we can train. Hand-to-hand combat anyone?" She offered.

Lydia out a hand on Trent’s shoulder. “You alright?”

Blair climbed a tree that was covered in grapevines, switching off his hearing aids again and taking his book out of his bag.