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Post by Dean di Angelo on May 6, 2010 2:08:06 GMT
Everyone needed a rest every now and then, no reason to deny that. The forest was one of his favorite places, it was fresh air and never got too crowded. After training he headed back to his cabin and gathered up some things before heading back out. It wasn't part of his daily routine, but he'd been training hard and figured he earned a break. So he made way to the forest and quickly found a good spot.
It was a large tree and Dean sat at the base as he pulled out his supplies. From his acbin he had grabbed his Ipod, head phones, Sketch pad and pencil. He placed the Head phones on, opened his sketch pad and leaned against the tree. He didn't much in public, and preffered for it not to be common knowledge. It wasn't for any bad reasons, he just preffered to not be bugged about it. The sketch pad had evdient wear and tear, showing how much he had used it over time. Once he'd turned on his music he quickly went to work sketching pretty much whatever came to mind.
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Post by Stark Kalen Knight on May 6, 2010 17:15:51 GMT
NOBODY EVER UNDERSTANDS ME Lonely as ever Stark Kalen Knight once again roamed the forests of camp Halfblood that he knew so well. The Nyx head counselor, well only Nyx camper was often found wondering the forest as hated being out in direct sunlight as it made him feel week and dizzy. A feeling he particularly hated. But her in the forest that feeling went away as he could linger in the shadows for most part which is where he felt stronger. Also with being a son of the goddess of night it meant he hardly got any sleep so when he had free time he would regularly find a nice shady spot in the woods where he could catch up on his dreams. But he was never alone as he was constantly being trailer by the little grey fur ball known as his cat Beelzebub. That creature never did seize to leave him be, bu he didn't mind it and enjoyed the cats company as him and cats went like Poseidon kids and horses.
So at present he walked though the woods with Beelzebub behind. Most people would think he's lost but he always knew exactly where he was as he knew every little inch of the forest from being in there so much. In fact he probably spent more time in there than his own cabin. Upon Starks back was the last thing he got from his father before leaving for camp. His guitar. Stark never left his cabin without it as like his cat it was always by his side. Then looking up he saw somebody sit down in the forest. Nearing them he found it was the genetic demi Dean di Angelo. He was a descendant of Zeus and Stark was aware that his mother had turn his back on the Sky god but then again Dean's was also a descendant of Hades who his mother rather like so he was alright with the boy. "Hey your not lost out her are you?" Stark said as the mount of times he had found stray campers was unbelievable.
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Post by Dean di Angelo on May 6, 2010 19:03:29 GMT
Even with his head phones on full blast and his eyes focused on the drawing, he still was on full alert. It was a useful trick, being able to look like your don't notice anything but really notice everything. He saw a figure out of the corner of his eye and quickly idnetified him. But not by name, by friend or foe. However it only took a second to recongize the fashionally questionable Stark Knight. Dean dressed like a punk rocker sometimes, so if Stark wanted to dress like someone out of a story book than Dean had nothing against it.
"I'm not lost." Dean said coldly as he looked at stark with equelly cold eyes. "Everyone else is." He added with a slight chuckle, instantly easing up from his joke. He moved his head phones down to his neck and closed his sketch pad. "So what are you up to?" Dean asked with an arcehd eyebrow? "Not plotting how to kill Apollo I hope." He joked, knowing that Nyx and Erebus kids as well must hate light and day, and he thought nothing wrong with that. Also the joke might of offended Apollo, but come on, grandson of the big boss man and the estranged uncle, Apollo would just let that one slide.
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Post by Stark Kalen Knight on May 7, 2010 22:20:24 GMT
NOBODY EVER UNDERSTANDS ME Moving closer Stark could hear the sot crunching of the ground underneath his feet. Stark Knew his way around as since he had come to came he had practically lived in these woods. Sure there was monsters and what not in them but being a child of the goddess of night, Nyx he could always conceal himself with the cloak of night to hide himself from the beasts. Then when he was just a couple of feet in front of Dean came an answer to his earlier question."I'm not lost, everyone else is." After this comment a chuckle came from Dean so Stark took it as joke. "Man you wouldn't believe the amount of camper I've found lot in here. It's ridiculous and then there not right pleased to see me either." Stark said kicking a bit of dirt with his foot.
"So what are you up to?" Dean said with a slight pause before continuing leaving no room for Stark to reply. "Not plotting how to kill Apollo I hope." At this Stark let out a small chuckle as he had never actually planned to kill the sun god just get him stuck somewhere that he couldn't bother him."Never thought of killing him really. Though a few summers ago I did come up with the idea of ricking him into holding up the world but then I figured Atlas roaming around would be even worse so I let it slip." Stark told Dean as he lent on a near by tree. "So what brings you to this neck of the woods on this fine summers day." Stark said before picking up the grey fur ball known as Bezzlebub.
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Post by Dean di Angelo on May 11, 2010 10:43:12 GMT
Dean lacked fear in the woods, he knew there monsters but he could handle them. Not even monsters like a one million volt shock. So he had no problem just seeming to be unaware of your surroundings, though he wasn't. Dean was always on alert and ready for almost anything the world could throw at him. So with all of that, Dean felt completely comfortable out in the woods. Then again the bugs were annoying as heck.
"Yeah... good judgement." Dean agreed as he imagined Atlas free yet again. Now that would be annoying, but ultimately not unsolvable. They were able to trick him back in a few times, you have toa dmit it's simply amazing how gullible he is. "Eh, just needed a break. Not a very nice morning." Dean shrugged. "What about yourself?" He asked as he stood up off the ground and sat back down on a medium sized rock next to the tree.
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Post by Omen Tuesday Flint on May 13, 2010 0:41:53 GMT
"Don't get bloody next time, I can't guarantee you'll survive..." Omen muttered darkly. The Hera child looked up at her with obvious fear before she went running. Omen watched her for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. She smelled blood and followed it. The sight was hard to resist. Her sharkish instincts-with being a child of Poseidon and all- made it hard to resist quite literally eating the young woman.
Omen looked to her right. She heard a few near by voices. She raised an eyebrow as she clamped down on her stiletto knife lightly, being careful not to endanger her second row of needle sharp teeth. Slowly she dragged her mouth over the blade, clensing it of its blood. Omen swallowed it down and put her six inch knife away. She followed the sound to the source, soon spotting two young men.
Omen watched in silence. She was partially hidden behind a tree. Her black tripp pants(think the pants you see in hot topic if you don't know what they are) might have given her away though. With the usual 'jingle jangle' they made whenever she took a step because of the accessory chains. Her top was covered by a plain black tank top, it being lined in a nice pretty cyan color. Her hands were covered by black fingerless gloves. Her painted sea blue nailed stayed relaxed at her sides, despite having some blood stains on them from the earlier 'almost fight.'
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