Thalia's Tree

Jasmine straighted, with her estimation backpack hanging from her right shoulder. She was always carrying supplies in it. It probably sounded ridiculous, but Jasmine wanted to run away. She was always carrying stuff she would need if she decided to leave camp. That was probably a nice oportunitie. "Can we go now?" She asked in a serene tone.

"Yes, whatever.I just need to get away from this dump,"I growl, but not at Jasmine. I left Camp Half Blood, away from Thalia's tree.

Jasmine left, following Kim with cautious steps. Although she really wanted to leave, she couldn't hide her absurd fear.

OOC: Will you create a topic?

Peyton walks up the hill she makes the grass around the tree grow longer and softer to sit on. She sits and starts to play with the flowers making them grow and change colour.

oOC:You have to wait until your character is approved. You made it, but it wasn't approved yet.

sorry I thought you were allowed to post while waiting i'll stop

Nix was sitting, watching the scenery, her stare unwavering, as she thought of flaws in her swordplay. She was too aggressive, she mused, thinking about toning it down a bit, and using strategy. Nah, that was the way a Athena kid fought. She shouldn't bother with trying that out.

OOC: Rp time! :)
IC Liz: I walk up the hill with a sad face and close my wallet. I couldn't see her face not Annalise's. I sat down on the hill and sighed.

Liz looked up at the two people assuming right then and there they were a couple. She sighed again remembering when that was her but little did she know she was going to get a daughter out of it.

ooc; What? Liz was pregnant, Blackjack?

OOC: Yeah she has a daughter in the mortal world

ooc; AND SHE'S FIFTEEN
Poor girl

OOC: Yeah..not my bet charrie

Nix flinched, when someone picked her up, but when she identified Hanson's voice, she looked up, and smiled at him, before it faded. "Hi," She greeted him, wondering if she was too heavy for him to carry.

H- He grinned back down at her, and carefully set her down again, but not before he kissed her cheek. "Haven't seen you in ages, Nix. How are you?" He asked curiously, looking like some sort of parakeet as he cocked his head to the side.

Liz felt intruding just staring at them. So she grabbed her bag and slowly stood up but then noticed the dent of green grass and grew a flower there. She slowly stepped backwards but of course her clumsy self fell backward.

Nix shrugged, hearing a loud thump. She looked over her shoulder, and noticed a girl sitting there dumbly. Whatever, it wasn't her problem that she fell. She looked back at Hanson, her face set in a pokerface. "The days went by quickly, I was mainly focused on getting better in my swordplay," She admitted. "I'm alright, and you?" She asked, running her fingers through her hair.

Liz stood up again embarrassed and then walked away wanting to give them some privacy.

"You always preferred the bow and arrows," She rolled her eyes, but there was a faint smile on her lips. She started to put on make-up. Well, more like experimenting. She put on a little bit pink to her cheeks, and that was it, but she always felt weird with it, and especially whenever she tried on lip gloss. She would usually smear it on the sleeves of her shirts, so she decided to stick with her holy chap stick. "Hanson. If we were normal, what would you have been doing right now?" She asked him, bluntly.