forum Percy Jackson!

Started January 14, 2019 by @Hawkeye

tune

“Not…” He paused and shook his head a few times. “N-Not a fan of guns.” Trent stammered, his palms sweaty.

“Hey… he’s gone now, Trent.” Lydia said quietly, keeping her hand on the taller boy’s shoulder. “Nobody’s going to hurt you.”

Trenton nodded meekly. “Sorry I… I realize I may not have made the best first impression.” He replied, wiping his hands on his shirt.

Blair felt his breath spiking, he could have killed a camper today. He took a deep breath, trying to remember what his sister told him to do when this happened. Something calming, calming, singing! Aria used to sing to me. He thought, taking a deep breath and then humming a bit, getting into the beat of the song. " Good for you, that would be good for you, you, you." He sung, his voice no where near the Apollo kid's, but it was still pleasant to the ears.

“Don’t worry about it.” Lydia said, then glancing around at the bullet holes in the training arena, said, “Training might not be the best idea today.” She subtly turned him in the direction of the exit.

Trenton followed at Lydia’s heels a bit numbly, still registering what just happened. “I ran into front of a gun, didn’t I?” He mumbled, massaging his temples.

Sol was wandering into the center of the arena when Avery froze up in front of her. She walked around and up to face him and noticed his head was tilted and he seemed to be listening for something. "Hey, buddy, you oka–" "I swear I just heard someone singing Good For You from Dear Evan Hansen."

“Just a little bit. But don’t focus on it. Think about something else.” She said, stopping for a second so that she and Trent were walking next to each other. “What do you think about the beach?”

Sol was wandering into the center of the arena when Avery froze up in front of her. She walked around and up to face him and noticed his head was tilted and he seemed to be listening for something. "Hey, buddy, you oka–" "I swear I just heard someone singing Good For You from Dear Evan Hansen."

Random Apollo Kid: "My musical theatre senses are tingling"//

Trenton vaguely heard the singing, and found himself slightly soothed by it. He straightened up a little bit, some of the color returning to his cheeks. “I dont head down there often, but I suppose it’s acceptable.”

Sol was wandering into the center of the arena when Avery froze up in front of her. She walked around and up to face him and noticed his head was tilted and he seemed to be listening for something. "Hey, buddy, you oka–" "I swear I just heard someone singing Good For You from Dear Evan Hansen."

Random Apollo Kid: "My musical theatre senses are tingling"//

Exactly))

“Acceptable?” Lydia raised an eyebrow sarcastically, but then quickly changed her attitude, noticing that the boy was still pale. “Come on.” She lead Trent to the beach, quickly climbing up on to some rocks, waiting for Trent to follow suit.

I'm going to sleep… for 4 hours… Yay//

Trenton followed after her, having a bit of trouble on the rocks, but managing to get up with only a few minor scrapes. He blinked a few times as the sharp tang of the ocean made his eyes water.

“Sit.” Lydia said, pointing to the rocks.

I'm going to sleep… for 4 hours… Yay//

Oh… I should probably go to sleep. Meh, I don’t want to.

I'm going to sleep… for 4 hours… Yay//

I actually should go too. I’m on the Eastern Times Zone so it’s 2:30 A.M. and I have an essay to finish. I’ll be back on throughout the day to check in when I can!))

I'm going to sleep… for 4 hours… Yay//

I actually should go too. I’m on the Eastern Times Zone so it’s 2:30 A.M. and I have an essay to finish. I’ll be back on throughout the day to check in when I can!))

same here.//

Trenton sat down where he was told, only quietly grumbling about being treated like a dog. (Goodnight everyone!)

Lydia sat down next to Trent, putting a hand on his shoulder again. “Isn’t it beautiful? The ocean?”

Trenton watched the waves crash onto the shore. “It is aesthetically pleasing.” He agreed, his eyes trained on the water. “But highly polluted.” He say rigidly still, recalling the events of the last hour. Despite th calming effects of the water, Trent’s entire body was as taut as a coil and built up with tension.

“Trent? Are you alright?” Lydia asked with concern. (I didn’t go to sleep. Whoops.)

“Huh?” Trenton turned his head, still dazed. He blinked a few times, trying to stay focused. “Sorry, yeah… I mean, yes, of course.” He sat stiffly, his ears still ringing a bit.

“No offense, but you aren’t a good liar. What’s up, man?”