forum Camp Half-Blood (closed 5/5)

Started April 20, 2023 by @ElderGod-yellowqueen

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I don't know why I keep doing this because every time I make one of these it dies but I'm gonna try something a little different and maybe this time it will work better.

There was a reason even the great, mighty Zeus was afraid of Nyx. Nyx, the primordial goddess of night. She had the power to bring death upon all humankind. The death of mortals meant the death of gods. They needed mortals to worship them to keep them alive. Without worship, the gods faded from existence. It was for that reason she was untouchable. For that reason, the great Zeus himself, king of the gods, left her be. He knew better than to tangle with the very goddess that could cause his own death.

But someone did.

Someone has taken one of her sons, Hypnos. All evidence points to one of the gods of the twelve. One of them took her son and she will unleash her fury if he is not returned to her. Night will fall and death will be unleashed. She has given the council fourteen days to return her son to her. A very generous offer, before she unleashes her power.

A prophecy has been given:
Five shall answer the goddess' call
All are spawns of the gods of twelve
To the west they will haul
Into the rockies they themselves
Must go. To find the god
They so desire, into Echidna's cave they must seek.
The mother of monster you must prod
She must be the one to speak.
Listen closely, listen clawed,
Or you will never find your sleep.

Welcome to Camp Half-Blood where teenagers are sent on deadly quests. Including me, there will be five us of total, all children of the twelve Olympians. Obviously not Hera or Artemtis as neither of them have demigods. This will start just before the prophecy is given. I do have a few rules however.

Rules:

1. andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules apply
2. Be nice to one another at least out of character.
3. No god mode. Just because you have powers doesn't mean you can't get hurt
4. Character's age range between 13-17 please
5. I will be the one guiding where this goes even if my character isn't "in charge"
6. Please write at least 3-5 sentences. It is very hard to go off of one liners. The more you write the better but at least 3-5.

Character sheet:
Name:
Age:
Sexuality:
Godly parent:
Powers, if any:
Weapons:
Appearance:
Personality:
Backstory:
Other:

Name: Amelia Braxton
Age: Sixteen
Sexuality: Straight
Godly parent: Aphrodite
Powers, if any: None
Weapons: Short sword
Appearance: Amelia has long, blonde hair that has a natural shine to it. It falls to about her mid-ribs and she's always styling it. The only time anyone ever sees her with unstyled hair is if she's just gone for a swim. She's about average height, standing about 5'5. She has a naturally athletic build and training at camp has only helped build her curves. Her eyes are a beautiful, vibrant blue. She has naturally long, curled lashes. She has a button nose and sculpted cheeks. She's almost always wearing some type of makeup. She keeps up with the trends and her outfit is always looking good. She takes great pride in her appearance. Maybe too much pride.
Personality: Amelia knows she is pretty and that's gone to her head. Sometimes she thinks she is better than everyone else. Well, to her, she knows she is better than everyone else. She can be a bit judgmental at first glance. She likes to gossip and judge people. But it's all a front for the insecure girl she truly is. She's self-conscious of the way she looks. She's constantly looking over her shoulder, thinking that everyone is laughing at her. If she tries hard enough, she hopes that one day she will think she's as pretty as she says is. That one day she will be as good as everyone else. The few people she does let in close enough to know the real her know that she can be kind and caring in her own way. And she'll stick up for her friends against anyone. She doesn't let anyone hurt them and she's not afraid to get their hands dirty for them. The only time she's willing to risk breaking a nail.
Backstory: Amelia's father was a rich man, a businessman. He's the CEO of some well-off company she couldn't never must herself to learn the name of. She had been an accident, unwanted. Her birth had not stopped her father from pursuing his career. She was left at home with nannies and maids to tend to her and the house while he was off doing his job. He never once looked back at her and the only time she got his attention was when she acted out. So she learned to act out a lot. She would go through nannies left and right just to get his attention. Just for him to come home and talk to her. But eventually being a demigod caught up to her and a monster attacked when she was thirteen. A satyr saved her and brought her to Camp and that's where she's been ever since. Her father thinks she is at some year-round boarding school or some other. He never even realize the only time his bank account was touched was when she was buying something. He never bothered to check if he was actually paying for an expensive boarding school. It was a good thing she hadn't been kidnapped, he would have never known.
Other:

Name: Eric Arturo. He goes by either one interchangeably.

Age: 14.

Sexuality: Straight? As far as he knows? He's not entirely sure.

Godly parent: Hephaestus

Powers, if any: Gifted with the ability to move/manipulate rock/metal/ceramics. Technologically minded as well, though not quite technopathic.

Weapons: A pair of Caestus, studded around the knuckles, extending up to his elbows.

Appearance: 5'10", stocky and muscular, dusky skin but red-headed. Big, brown eyes and hands roughened by all his work with stone complete his look. He's not particularly good looking, but his face has a perpetual gentle expression, even when he's irritated.

Personality: Fairly quiet, but sharp witted when he chooses to speak up. Gentle, exudes a quiet strength that helps calm and stabilize others. Typically does better with his machines than with people. Loves his mother very much, and is warm even with people he doesn't know, like many Hispanics. He tends to be pretty protective in a dangerous situation. Generally unassuming, though he's comfortable with his abilities. He's not sure who he is or who he should be, and that sometimes causes him to lash out, but he's not a generally violent person.

Backstory: The Legend of Erichthonius, in short. He was raised in the temple of Athena, for many long years. His birth had been a result of a heinous attempt by his father to force himself on Athena, and in order to protect Erichthonius from this truth, he was kept a child, innocent and unknowing. However, as the years past with Erichthonius keeping his eternal youth so long as he stayed in the temple, even his child spirit began to grow restless.
So Athena placed him far away from the temple, in the home of a woman who had wanted a child, a Margerite Arturo. The goddess wiped his memories, and told Margerite his name was Eric. He was raised there, with Margerite as his mother.
That was 10 years ago. The small child grew and became a young man, and his powers began to show and blossom. Hephaestus had not even realized he'd had Erichthonius in all this time, but when a young mortal began showing signs of the touch from the Smith of Olympus, he got curious, and sent a message to the boy in the form of a cunningly crafted puzzle-box. Eric was able to solve it, and learned the story of his heritage that way. It messed him up a bit.
He wound up at Camp Half-blood after his mother admitted she didn't know how to help him move forward with his life. They were poor, and he was never going to have all the opportunities he should have, or all the help. She sent him where she thought he would live up to his potential, a place that had been suggested to her long before. Eric writes her letters often. He's still trying to work through all of that mess.

Other: Speaks Spanish, sometimes has trouble with his English.

Name: Jason Sharp

Age: Sixteen

Sexuality: He's obnoxious and says sapiosexual but he's just bi and in denial.

Godly parent: Athena

Powers: He's smart, with almost a photographic memory and an incredible knowledge of lots of subjects.

Weapons: Is his mind not enough? He'll use a blunt weapon if he has to, but can't fight very well, has a very good threshold for pain however.

Appearance: Stands about 5'11" and isn't likely to grow much more. Has grey/silver eyes like most of those who have Athena as their godly parent, but he was always privately annoyed they weren't green. Dusty brown hair and a very expressive face. A strong jawline and a slightly crooked nose from when it was broken and set wrong. Very light freckles are placed almost randomly on his face. Lips on the thin side, as he likes to press them together when he's annoyed, which is often. When he can, Jason likes to wear eyeliner or the barest hints of makeup just to make some of his features a bit more defined, more noticeable. His body type isn't sickly skinny, but not too terribly muscled, one might describe him as willowy even. A side note, but this man has killer eyelashes.

Personality: Jason has based being "smart" as his whole personality. He's incredibly arrogant and proud and is used to being the smartest person in the room at all times. He's not very patient with people and is incredibly biting and snarky, constantly rolling his eyes or making snide remarks. A true narcissist through and through. A few people find it surprising, but Jason is not insecure, he likes who he is and is proud of it. He's living life the way he wants to and that way just happens to make a lot of people annoyed. He does struggle to connect with people and has had virtually no friends in his life, just 'peers'. He views everyone else as ignorant, but he truly respects those who try to improve. Jason is flashy, arrogant, narcissistic, and just wholly himself, always, because he spent his whole life having people telling him to be someone he wasn't.

Backstory: Jasons father had to be smart to attract Athena's attention of course. Jason himself didn't have a very high opinion on the man. Head-strong, stubborn, and worst of all to a small boy, dull. A professor in a no name college. He didn't much care for him, but it was necessary to live somewhere. School was a special kind of hell, he, of course, did well academically, but that kind of thing didn't earn you many brownie points with his peers. His unusual behavior and know-it-all attitude made Jason just the perfect target and he constantly found himself in trouble for fights, for disturbances, for simply being himself. So instead of trying to mask his oddities, he flaunted them, instead of beating his eccentricities out of him, it made Jason present them even more, almost exaggerated. In his mind, every beating, every threat, or every note was just proof that he was simply above the others. Besides, he liked all the attention, even the negative kind fed his ego. Ending up at Camp Half-Blood was kind of an accident, but he went there at a fairly young age. Jason wanted to go to some kind of summer school, and his father thought this would be a suitable place. And in the process he learned about his mother.

Other: God, you should have seen him when he found out his mother was the goddess of intelligence. Jason was absolutely unbearable for months.

(yes i shall keep on using her until i am sick of her (lies i will never be sick of her i love her too much <333))

Name: Victoria Annamaria Coral de Léon (but everybody just calls her Coral)

Age: Fifteen

Sexuality: Bisexual

Godly parent: Dionysus

Powers, if any: She has chlorokinesis, and is able to induce/heal madness. She doesn't have much control over her madness powers at the moment, so many people see her as a ticking time bomb.

Weapons: She's not much of a fighter, but she does use a sword.

Appearance: She has dark skin with dark brown shoulder-length curly hair and purple eyes that look like dark blue due to the mist. She has freckles all over her face and various scars as well. One that goes across her nose, one on her left cheek, and one near the bottom left side of her mouth. She is about 5 feet and 6 inches. She's more often seen wearing things like sweaters and jeans, and handmade clothing that her grandmother makes her.

Personality: Coral is extremely energetic, even when she hasn't slept for days, and it's almost like she consumes gallons of sugary drinks. She doesn't. She's generally nice to people she likes. To people she doesn't know well, she's a bit of a bitch. While not a fan of violence in general, she is one of the first people you'll see at a big fight. What can I say? She likes the drama that comes with these fights and it happens to be her favorite source of entertainment. Every once in a while, she enjoys a nice cup of gossip with her friends with a side of shit talking about people she dislikes. She has a short temper, and you're more likely to see her angry at someone or something.

Backstory: Coral had a normal childhood, or as normal as it could be when her mom was a famous Mexican actress. For the first couple years of her life, she was sorta raised by her grandparents and a family friend who she ended up calling Tío Bruno (spoiler alert: Tío Bruno is not actually a family friend). Her mother took a break from acting and spent most of her time raising her daughter. Beatriz ended up marrying a photographer named Agustín Gonzales, adopted a boy named Antonio Fuentes, and then the family moved to a Hispanic neighborhood in New Jersey. She was enrolled in a fancy private school named Northview Academy. Skip forward three or four years later, a monster attacks Coral and her brother a week before school is over, and their friend Oliver turns out to be a Satyr. Oliver takes the siblings to Camp Half-Blood where they currently reside full-time.
(Yes, Beatriz does know where her children are. Yes, she knows how to get to them and yes she took the whole thing of gods and goddesses existing pretty well. And so did the grandparents….but it seems that a certain abuela already knew all about it….)

Other: She can speak Spanish and English. She will curse at you in Spanish if you get her really really mad.

Name: Reo Blanings
Godly Parent: Apollo
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance-
Eyes) Hazel
Hair) Golden Brown
Skin) White with a very slight tan; His skin also bruises easily, its not dangerous though, it’s closely monitored by his doctor, but no one questions it when he comes home with bruises because of this.
Height) 5’8”
Weight) 176lbs
Body Type) Narrow, narrow shoulders and waist. He looks very fragile, ask if you could break him,
Personality: Reo has always been introverted, preferring to be on his own in his room, or outside on a nice day with his books. He’s soft spoken and almost never raises his voice above a whisper. He never has the heart to be rude to anyone, no matter what they do and finds himself in awkward situations when someone’s being rude to him and he just smiles, dips his head and says nothing. This usually put people off, and they would leave him alone.
He has a big heart, and will forgive anyone at the words ‘I’m sorry’. He’ll do this with anyone, even with people who have used this to manipulate him, always wanting to believe in the best of people. He also has a weak spot for hurt things, animals and people alike and will put himself in danger to save another.
He can be socially awkward and quiet, even for himself, sometimes he gets a stutter and doesn’t speak clearly. This doesn’t happen often, and really only happens when he’s uncomfortable or embarrassed.
When he falls in love, he falls hard and doesn’t fall out of it.
Likes:
- Food; He loves eating, and has taught himself to be an excellent chef after everyone vanished.
- Physical Contact; This one’s probably strange but almost any sort of physical contact (hugs, snuggles, hand holding, light shoulder bumps, etc.) are welcome and makes him feel more at ease, even more so if he knows the person very well.
- Playing Game; Why not? He’s innocent af-
Dislikes:
- Loud Noises; He hates being yelled at
- Harsh and Painful Contact; Cause it hurts-
- Small Spaces; Claustrophobia
Fears:
- Claustrophobia
- Heart Break
- Losing His Family
Conditions-
Mental) N/A
Physical) Hemophilia B
Background:

Camp Half-Blood is a camp designed to protect the half-mortal offspring of the Greek pantheon. It has stood there for years on Long Island, New York, out of the view of mortals. Only those of god blood can pass the boundary. It is a place of refuge for children. It is a place where they are safe from monsters and are able to learn about and how to use their powers. It is where they are trained to protect themselves in the inevitability they outgrow the camp or in the chance they are sent out on quests for the gods. It is a dangerous world for demigods and what better way to train than capture the flag!

Capture the Flag was a popular game among the campers. They either loved it or they hated it, there really was no in-between. This was a chance for the children of Athena and Ares to dominate the field. The two cabins were always put on opposite teams. The one time they were accidentally put on the same, well, let's just say the other team all ended up in the infirmary and the Apollo children were working overtime to get everyone patched up. It wasn't Chiron's brightest idea and it was never done again. This year was no different. Cabins Athena and Ares were placed on separate teams and made cabin leaders of their teams. Chiron tried to separate the cabins so each team was of equal strength but there would always be a bit of unbalance. But strength wasn't always the winning reason. Strategy and deceit could very well be the reason a team won. They just had to know their opponent and know how to strike.

Blue Team: Athena, Aphrodite, Hermes, Iris, Nemesis, Hebe, Posideon, Demeter, and Tche

Red Team: Ares, Zeus, Hades, Nike, Dionysus, Hephastus, Hypnos, Hecate, and Apollo

The rules are simple, no one leaves the forest without getting disqualified. No serious maiming or intent to kill. Other than that, everything is on the table. Red team's flag will be hidden by Zeus's rock and blue team's flag will be hidden by the river. Let the games begin!

Amelia did not like capture the flag. It was too much work for her. It was a bunch of running around and signing swords at each other. It was unnecessary in her opinion. She was already in great physical shape, why did she need to compete? While she was a competitive person, it was only with things she liked. And this was certainly not something she liked.
She was currently standing on the outskirts of their team huddle. She didn't care for the strategy or anything else they might be talking about. She had already planned to stay with the flag and if anyone came to get it she would freely let them. She did not want to fight. She wasn't a fighter, she was a lover. Her mother was Aphrodite for gods sake. It was true that Aohrodite was a fierce fighter when prompted, but she didn't fight just because and neither would Amelia.
Although she must say she did look good in the leather armor, the helmet, not so much. It was such a shame to hide her beautiful face. It should never be covered. And her hair which had been nicely braided would probably be ruined by said helmet. The quicker this was over the quicker she could go back to her cabin and treat herself. She would need it after being out here in the sun for only gods know how long until this would be over.
She was so fed up listening to whoever was tlaking she finally spoke up. "Yeah, yeah, we get it. Fight, don't let them get the flag. Get their flag and win. Can we move on now?"

Eric moved through the woods, in no particular hurry. The older kids had made plans and moved quickly, and he wasn't entirely sure how they were planning to get the Blue Team's flag. He hadn't followed the conversation very easily, all the terms and maneuvers going over his head, especially in English. The Blue flag was at a distance, hidden near the river, and the Red Team had a plan.
Eric planned on just walking up and taking it.
He'd been at camp all of a week, and hadn't made a lot of friends. Quiet, reserved, and more interested in his gadgets than socializing, he'd kept mostly isolated, coming out of his tent for training and meals, and that was about it. So his team hadn't really known what to do with him, or how to have him really help them.
But Eric had noticed in his training that his grip on his powers was already pretty solid. He already understood a lot about how his powers worked, unlike some of the others, especially the younger ones like him. And where combat was concerned, he had a definitive edge. Not skill with a blade so much, or any fighting capacity per se.
But when you could wear metal and rock like a second skin, combat was a much more even playing field.

So he kept walking steadily towards the river, intent on walking down along the shore till he found the Blue Flag.

Coral disliked many things about Camp, but her number one would always be Capture the Flag. Sure, it brought Cabins together to work towards a common goal, to bring victory to their teams, but that only lasted for a measly night. She disliked the complicated strategies needed for Capture the Flag, as well as the need to run around like wild animals, trying to find a stupid colorful flag. She understood it was Chiron's way of training them for the real world, but surely, there were other ways to do that than Capture the Flag? As she made her way around the woods, she mumbled incoherent things every once in a while. She had no idea what her team's plan was to get Blue Team's flag. She hadn't been paying much attention to the conversation, and honestly, there were a lot of terms she didn't understand. Most of the conversation just entered one ear and then exited the other. All she knew was that she and a boy from Nike cabin, Malcom if she remembered correctly, had been assigned to Border Patrol. It was perhaps one of the few jobs in Capture the Flag that she didn't mind doing. It was usually far away from the action, which meant she didn't have to actually fight…unless things went wrong. As they walked toward the creek, the boy beside her started whispering, telling her some sort of story. Again, she didn't pay much attention, as she knew it would be effortless. Her mind was stuck on Spanish, and at the moment, most English words sounded like gibberish to her.

Reo had a love hate relationship with capture the flag. On one hand, he loved seeing the separate cabins work together while on the other hand, he despised fighting of any kind. This was due to his Hemophilia B, where just the smallest cut could put his whole life in danger. While he'd been dealing with it for fifteen years, he still had yet to get used to it.

Reo stood on the outside cercle, listening to the other people speak, thinking in the plan and deciding he'd just club a tree and sit in the top branches and spectate. No one ever included him in the plans anyways, as most of his cabin embers where aware of his condition and reminded the other members of their team that Reo was practically useless. A fact that he never forgot, but didn't mind. He casts his gaze about, looking for a tree with the best vantage point and walking towards it.

He looks up at the tree and then carefully makes his way up the trunk, swiftly climbing it. If his dad's saw, they would go crazy with panic. But if Reo was good at anything, it was climbing trees without getting hurt. He settled into his desired branch and looked down at his team, watching them from above and settling in for the 'show'.

"Gods, does a single one of you have a modicum of intelligence??" Jason was frustrated again, to absolutely nobodies surprise. Planning should have been over minutes ago, and everything would have been set in action if any of his less than stellar teammates would just listen to him.

The Athena cabin was always in charge, it just made sense, they were the children of the Goddess of Wisdom, so logically they should make the plan. And as the smartest offspring in the cabin, logically, they should all listen to him right? Jason wished. He'd come up with a plan- A brilliant plan- That would absolutely guarantee them victory with maybe a 5% error margin and what did they do? Completely ignored him! Jason was fuming, staring absolute bloody murder at one of the Hermes kids. He leaned in, tapping his finger against their skull, ignoring how the kid flinched away, ugh, gods, new arrivals.
"Did the Ares kids knock you all around so badly last time that you can't recognize a good plan when it's right in front of you? Did the harpies eat your brains while you were asleep or is this just your natural state?"

"I think-" One of the Iris kids, Jason couldn't bother to remember her name tried to pipe up, he cut her off.

"Yes, I can hear the hamster wheel starting to spin."
A couple of his teammates shuffled their feet, and Jason heard someone quietly whisper Gods please, someone shut him up- He gave a cold laugh, throwing up his hands in the air and stalking away, loudly yelling over his shoulder.

"Fine! If you don't want my help, I won't offer it! But don't come crying to me when your pathetic attempt at "brainstorming" falls through." Jason crossed his arms, muttering to himself as he went to go find a place to sulk. They were all idiots, the one time he'd actually tried to help his team out and nOoOoo, they all wanted to go with that moron's Nemesis child's plan. Probably because it involved more blood and gore, the barbarians. It was so simple! They were against cabins like Ares and Dionysus, they weren't exactly going to need Sun Tzu to defeat them. Jason leaned against a tree with a huff, taking off his helmet to ruffle his hair. He'd quite enjoy watching his team lose, Jason decided he didn't like Capture the Flag much anyways.

Amelia had droned out the Athena son speaking a while ago. He was a talker. He was going on and on about some sort of strategy but she honestly couldn't care less. She distracted herself with cleaning out her nails with a dagger. It was sharp and she had to be careful not to cut herself. She wasn't exactly sure what was going through the camp directors heads when they allowed for children and teenagers to attack each other with sharp blades but here they were. It was a good thing a few of the Apollo children had healing abilities but it was still dangerous. She wasn't sure if she had ever heard if anyone dying during the games and she honestly didn't want to know.

It took everything in herbnot to laugh as the Athena kid was pushed out if the middle and some child of Nemesis took over. She wouldn't listen to that plan either but she coukd at least taunt Jason a little bit for it. He always liked to try and take over for planning. Last Capture the Flag game she was on the opposite team of him, thank gods, but now they've been put together. Amelia leaned up against the tree beside him, smirking just a tad. "Well that went well, didn't it?" She asked him. She sheathed the dagger in her hand. "I guess you can stay here and guard the flag with them then."

The river came into view, and Eric stopped, there on the shore. He contemplated for a moment how to go about this, when he heard shouting from up ahead. The Blue Team must be headed this way, from the number of voices he could hear.
Stepping back a bit, he quickly laid down on his stomach, and pulled the rock here at the river's shore around him, morphing it and melding it together, until he was covered in a layer of rock, and looked like a medium-sized boulder. He made sure not to leave the rock looking human-shaped.

Once Blue Team moved past, he'd just get up and walk to their flag. Simple.

It took a couple minutes, but that's exactly what happened. Nobody noticed him, or paid him any mind, and once he heard the last of them go by, he stood up, and kept walking down the shore, towards where they'd all come from.
He couldn't tell how many it had been, but it had sounded like most of the team. Probably a few guards left, then. He could take them.

Jason held his helmet in his hands still, resisting the urge to toss it at the Aphrodite kids perfect face. It'd be somewhat amusing to see how she would react to having get stitches on perfect skin. It took a moments pause to remember her name, and he spent that thinking time glaring at her. Amelia.

She'd been cleaning out her nails with her dagger and he rolled his eyes, of course she would. He hadn't even touched his weapons, if he had to fight he'd just.. Pick up a big stick or something. It wasn't like he actually needed to expend much energy on this game. Unfortunately, he did have to expend energy replying to to Amelia's taunts.

"It could have gone.. Better." Jason conceded partially, still scowling. "But it's not my fault that this team has the average IQ of a pack of rabid squirrels. Full offense given by the way." A bit of the frown relaxed and he managed an annoying little smile.

"But I don't plan on "Defending" anything, they lost the privileged of my help the moment they ignored my plan. You do the guarding, try not to break a nail." He crossed his arms, and to show his resolve, sat on the ground, criss-cross apple sauce. He kind of wished he'd brought a book, for all of his intelligence, you'd think he'd have the foresight to realize this game wouldn't be much different than the last few. The other campers had been bored of his plans before he'd even shown up. The thought annoyed him, so he tried to sulk harder.

Turns out that wasn't possible, so Jason just started playing with the curls in his hair, sighing dramatically every once in a while.

Amelia raised her eyebrows as Jason plopped right down on the ground. She crossed her arms as she watched him fir a minute, smirking. As if she was actually going to do any work. She wasn't risking breaking a nail. And even if these weren't a new pair of nails she still wouldn't have done anything. If they came for the flag she would let them take it, easy as that. She didn't like this game and never put up a fight. It was up to the others to get to the other teams flag first. If they did that, yay they won. If they didn't, well, they lost big whoop. It wasn't like she really cared. The sooner this game was over the better.

She sat down on the ground, corsing her legs best she could with the armor. She didn't exactly look ladylike but at the moment, she didn't really care. Everyone else had already scattered, going along with some other person's plan that was very distinctly opposite of Jason's. It was kind of funny. "Well I don't plan on defending either. If they make it to the flag they can have it." She was sitting right down next to him. Her shoulder could almost touch his if she shifted too much.

She looked at him, taking in his apperance. "I have some products for curly hair if you want them. I can even show you how to style them. It would be a shame if you let them suffer." His hair coukd look wonderful if only he uses the right products and styling methods. She could help if he let her. He probably wouldn't but it was still fin to poke at him. She would likely be more surprised if he said yes.

Jason raised an eyebrow as Amelia plopped down right next to him. His lips drew into a line and he scooted over maybe two inches. Personal space much? He didn't care if their shoulders touched, but it was the principal of the thing! He snorted quietly, some "defense" the two of them were. The other team could waltz in, grab the flag, and Jason doubted either of them would so much as bat an eyelash. Well maybe Amelia would, she'd probably take the chance to bat her eyelashes at anything.

He noticed her looking at him and he stopped playing with his hair, making direct eye contact. If someone was going to stare at him he wanted them to know he could see them doing it. Besides, he didn't hate the attention. She opened her mouth and he almost sighed again. Here it comes. The spiel. Aphrodite kids were all the same. "oh what eyeliner do you use? Is that concealer? What brand of eye shadow is that? I can help you with your nails next time! Your eyelashes are so natural, you've got to do something with them. Have you thought about dying your hair?"

True to form, she offered to help him with his "curls". What a shame it would be to let them suffer!
The boy gave a nastily sweet smile, his voice mocking as he spoke.

"Oh. My. God. You're too sweet. Really going to swoop in and save my poor, neglected hair." He rolled his eyes, the smile dropping and his voice going back to its normal smug, sarcastic tone.

"Maybe I like my hair the way it is, huh? Maybe I already know what products to use and how to style it? How about next time I tell you how to take care of your cuticles. I'm sure that dagger is doing wonders for them." Jason smirked slightly, Aphrodite kids were always so easy to rile up. He'd spent all summer once just learning about cosmetology just so he could provoke them and how to properly present himself as an added bonus. That had been a bad school year.

Amelia glowered at him, narrowing her eyes. Here she was, offering her help, advice, and most importantly, her products. Something she rarely ever did. She crossed her arms with a huff. "You don't have to be such a jerk, jerk." Don't her best comeback but it was the best she could come up with at the moment. "And I'll have you know I was not caring for my cuticles. I don't hate myself. I was cleaning the dirt out if them. I don't have my nail file on me at the moment so I'll do what I have to when my nails are dirty."

She was making a face as she sat there. Here she was, trying to be nice and extending an olive branch and he had thrown it back in her face. The two of them both had very strong personalities and often got into it with one another. But just because they fought all the time did not mean she did not care about his hair. It shouldn't be suffering like that. She knew there was no convincing him about his skin and taking care of it so she didn't bother trying. She had before and it worked out terribly for her.

The others had all but gone. She didn't know why they trusted both Amelia and Jason to watch the flag. They should know by now neither of them was going to do a thing to stop anyone. They must be that confident in their skills that they would reach the other team's flag first. That was proved wrong as Amelia looked through the woods. She could swear she saw a hint of their leather armor and certainly not wearing a blue helmet. They must be from the other team come to take the flag. As long as they didn't try to fight her, she was good. She even took her helmet off now to prove that to them. She did not want to be taken as a threat. She wasn't one.

Her hair was a little messy from being in the helmet and she had to shake it out and run her hands through it. In just a few moments, she had calmed down the friz that had grown and it lay almost perfectly on her head. Well, that was better than not perfect at all. So she would take it.

Jason burst out laughing at her attempt at an insult. It seemed unreasonably funny to him, clutching his stomach and just barely managing to not topple over. It took him a while to calm down, savoring the annoyed expression on her face. Good. Served her right.

"Was that the best your feeble mind could come up with? I'd suggest you read a book, but I'm not sure you can read anything that's not a make-up label. "

He continued to smirk, shaking his head slightly. He didn't need her pity or her help. Other people were only there to get in the way. At best they could do physical labor he couldn't, but Jason was finding himself hard pressed to think of anything that he couldn't do better than his peers. Hm. Made sense to him.

He tuned out her justifications about her nails. He didn't actually care at all. And she seemed more pre-occupied in fixing her case of helmet hair than continuing to speak, which was just fine with him. It left him more of an opportunity to hear the sound of his own voice.

"You know this game is stupid anyways? I mean, how often are we actually going to be paired up into teams of other demi-gods? It would be much more efficient to have us train individually to maximize survival rates. And the weapons training? Do not get me started on that…." Despite his sentence, Jason very much did get started on that. He could manage to talk about nearly anything and often didn't need another person to actually have a conversation with. To him audience participation was discouraged actually.

Eric stayed relaxed, making sure not to tense up or clamp done his grip on his powers. He walked up the shore, towards where most of Blue Team seemed to have come from. He could have sworn he heard the sounds of talking and laughing, which meant whoever was guarding the flag was obviously relaxed. That was either a sign of not being ready, or being so confident that he should maybe be careful.
A longer look through the undergrowth showed helmets with red plumage, though one of them was sitting on the ground next to whoever had been wearing it. Whoever was wearing the other one was beginning to drone, on and on and on, and Eric had to assume it was that chatty, arrogant guy. The one… What was his name?
Well. It didn't matter.
He rounded the bend, and scanned the area, looking for the flag. It had to be in plain sight, but hiding it in a way where only part of it was in plain sight was a perfectly normal thing to do.

Amelia looked at Jason with an incredulous look. "I do read, I'll have you know. Just because I don't science books for fun doesn't mean I don't enjoy it." She enjoyed a good romance or fantasy novel. Those we're always good to dive into. She enjoyed them alit, even if a couple of her siblings teased her for it. But she would never read school books for fun. Not unless she wanted it to send her to sleep.

"Listen, all I do was try to offer my advice and some help. You didn't need to be so rude." As if she couldn't be rude herself. Amelia was just confident in who she was (no she wasn't) and she wasn't going to let anyone step on that. And Jason just happened to be absolutely insufferable. She hated his guts. She didn't even know why they started fighting in the first place. He was likely being a know it all and she had clapped back at him and here they were, in this never ending fued. It was quite exhausting but she never saw it ending. Not because of her but because of him.

"Oh yes, I'm sure you're right," she said in a sarcastic voice. "Try telling Chiron or Mr. D. I'm sure that will go great." She knew it would definitely not go great. Looking forward, she noticed a bit of movement. She looked away. She was going to pretend she saw nothing.

(nearly nine hours later and i finally put up a response)

The walk toward the boundary line was unbearable. Malcolm wouldn't stop talking, even when she made it clear that she wasn't interested in whatever story he had to tell. It almost felt like a mother telling their young child to be a little bit quieter, and Coral wondered if this was how her mother felt. At one point, she heard, rather than saw, her team splitting up in different directions. Of course, it would be impossible to not hear them. Their loud laughter, and the sounds of them running around like idiots all mixed together, making it clear to anyone twenty-five miles away where Red Team was. One would think that they'd be quieter, and more stealthy while playing a dangerous rendition of the classic elementary game Capture the Flag, but no. Not when Ares Cabin was the leader of the team. And everyone at Camp knew that Ares's kids didn't do stealthiness. After a few minutes of walking, Coral stopped abruptly. This caused Malcolm to stop in the middle of his story, and glance around the forest, before whispering a question.

"What's wrong?"

Coral didn't reply and merely pointed toward the end of the river. There, not so expertly hidden in the shrubbery, was the flag for Blue team. And much to her surprise, there was nobody guarding it. This was bad. Oh, not for them. This was excellent news, and she would have never thought the flag would be here, of all places. But this was horrible news for Blue Team. Clearly, an Athena kid did not make the plan. She felt sorry for the poor bastards who would get scolded for not guarding their flags. She narrowed her eyes, and glanced around, staying quiet. She slowly started walking forward and then stopped. Near the shore, were two members of the other team. She couldn't see their faces, only the blue plumage from their helmets, but she knew that it would be best to avoid them. She motioned to Malcolm to stay quiet, and for the first time tonight, it seemed the boy finally listened to her. They walked through the area filled with thick shrubbery and tall trees, quickly and noiselessly, and then finally, manage to find themselves a couple of feet away from the flag.

"Estos idiotas no sirven para nada," she hissed as they made to the flag, with Malcolm trailing behind her, his hand on the hilt of the sword, ready to take it out at a moment's notice.

Eric heard something behind him, and turned to look. It was Coral, and one other kid whose name he couldn't remember. He only remembered Coral's name because she was one of a few other Spanish speakers.
They pulled even with him, and Coral shushed the boy with her, before pointing ahead. Eric followed her finger, and saw the flag. He'd been overthinking where they'd hide it, which made him chuckle.
"Traelo." he said quietly, nodding at the flag, before turning and stepping in the direction of the two Blue Team 'guards'.
Eric flexed and made an upwards pulling motion, and the earth around the two erupted upwards, the stone mixed into the dirt melding and molding into an almost closed circle. He left them with a way out, not wanting to panic either of them, but a small one, so it would take them at least a little bit of time.

Once they had had the flag, the three Blue Team members headed off back towards their own flag. If they could get there before Red Team did, with both flags, they'd win.

Jason blew some of his hair out of his face, he'd gotten most of his points across in his monologue when Amelia started speaking again. He personally found her voice grating, it got on his nerves slightly more than average, but otherwise he couldn't give a damn for the girl. He was only talking to her now because of availability, he definitely wasn't getting any stimulating conversation from this, it was almost painfully predictable.

"Rude? Oh boo-hoo, is someone not worshiping the ground you walk on?" Jason rolled his eyes. "Trust me, if I was actually trying to hurt your feelings, you'd know. You're so sensitive I-"

He cut off at the sound of rumbling. The earth sprung up suddenly, forming a dome around the two Blue team members, blocking out sunlight with the exception of a small pinprick on one side. Jason sat up straight at the sudden interruption looking back and forth, then let out the most dramatic "UgHhh" and flopped backwards onto his back, staring at the ceiling of the dome.

He glared at Amelia in the dark. "Normally, I'd just wait in here until the game was over, but I am not getting stuck in here with you. I can feel my IQ going down just by proximity. Try not to breath too much, your air-headedness wastes oxygen."

After a moment he stood, pacing the circle, poking at it and feeling the mix of crumbly earth and stone. Jason shrugged, these weren't his clothes anyways, it was the camp's armor, so he went to where there was still a pinprick of open space. He scooped up his helmet on the way and started idly using it to chip away at the wall, steadily widening the hole. He'd get out eventually, maybe he'd just make it a crawl space so Aphrodite over there would be too afraid to crawl out and get worms in her hair. The slightly metallic banging let him know he'd hit stone, so Jason moved down slightly and starting working there, trying to get the stones out. This wasn't the first time he'd been locked an enclosed space by someone, wouldn't be the last.

He wasn't expecting Amelia to help, so he tried to make the scratching sound as obnoxious as possible.

Amelia's eye was twitching. The more Jason spoke the greater the urge she had to stab him in the eye. Or maybe the mouth just so he would shut up. He thought he was so much better than everyone else just because he was very smart. News flash, he wasn't. No one at this camp cared. All of the Athena children were smart, not just him. So she didn't understand why he thought he was even better than them. Plenty of people were smart here in camp. They might not be genius smart but there was a lot of street smarts. Oh the joy she would get by seeing him get bested by someone with street smarts. It would be a wonderful occasion. She would have to throw a party.

She was about to cut Jason off from whatever he was going on about, when the ground started shaking. She gripped the ground, eyes wide as she looked up at Jason, who was still standing for some reasons. Standing and shaking did not go very well together. Then the earth sprung around them and dirt and stone encased the two into almost comellet darkness. There was only a small opening at the top.

Enclosed. Dark. There was so little space. Amelia couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe. she began gasping for air. It was too tight. It was too small. She didn't do very good in enclosed spaces. It spiked her anxiety, caused her to panic. She was certainly panicking now. She didn't want to hear whatever Jason had to say. Whatever tease or smart words he was going to tell her. Haha, you're afraid of small spaces. What a looser. Except he would say it in a smart way. Bceyase he was smart and that was what he did.