What if I fall?

Areophobia. That was the only thing keeping Malcolm from climbing the wall. From the ground, even at his six foot three height, the top looked pretty high up there. Malcolm took a step back, rubbing his musclar arms as he debated whether or not to try and climb it. He wore a black wife beater t shirt, camouflage pants, and boots. The son of Hephaestus' brown skin gleened in the sunlight as he took another step back, wishing he could just go back to the forge to work on something, but he knew his couldn't. Malcolm had to face his fear of heights one way or another.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly lumbered back to the climbing wall and rested his large hand on a foot holding, taking the first steps of courage.

Lia had quite a different problem with climbing the wall than the boy on it now. The lava was fine, the actual climbing was fine, even the fact that it was like ridiculously tall and totally deadly to fall from. Her issue was the people. She'd come out at a time when she'd hoped that no one would be around. Clearly she was mistaken and would have to actually socialize with people if they wanted to talk to her. It made her want to vomit, mostly from fear. Partially from the smell of the sweat around the wall was actually disgusting. She tugged her black tank top down a bit and fiddled with her hair, getting ready to climb if the boy didn't get his act together quickly. Lia didn't have the patience for slow climbers today.



ooc: im so sorry that took so long

Malcolm slowly started to crawl down from the cliff. He knew that he wouldn't be able to climb the wall, well not right now. While the son of Hephaestus was coming down, he accidentally stepped on a girl's foot who was behind him. Knowing how most demigods would react to this, Malcolm quickly turned around with his hands raised defensively. "Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to step on your foot!" The male tried his best to explain himself. This was another reason why he never left the forges.