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by Bartholomew 4/4/2014, 2:15 pmThe sun was full,campers were splashing about,and everyone was having a good time...almost everyone.Bartholomew stood a good distance away from the crowd,full clothed.His ponytail drooped on the ground as he held his scythe in one hand,his grey eyes never leaving the crowd.
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The son of Thanatos meets a daughter of Ares
Bartholomew
Number of posts : 10
Age : 25
Registration date : 2014-04-04
Morgan Landry- High Queen of Narnia
Number of posts : 15906
Registration date : 2011-12-31
"Dude, do they have to make all this noise? Seriously just look at them," Chiara mouthed at Namir as they advanced towards the Lake, backpacks on their shoulders.
The scorching day had made the two daughters of Ares want to go with some of their cabin mates and a couple of Cratus and Hermes kids to the Lake in order to refresh from the long day of running, wrestling, spear-throwing, Spartan hurdles and sword-fighting. And boxing, for Chiara. There was this punch bag in the middle of the Ares cabin which every Camper punched at least once in the day, but Chiara, who had been doing French boxing ever since she was seven, often made long boxing sessions accompanied by ear-blowing Skrillex music.
The Corsican redhead was wearing a belly-free black shirt, ripped on the sides that read 'Cheers, b*tches', showing her strong and developed abs with a pair of camo trousers and combat boots. A punk, metal spikes-studded belt around her waist, Chiara was walking next to Namir, her favorite half-sister, who, quite unlike her, was bulky and tall, but with a wonderful mane of blonde hair. Chiara was quite jealous, but wouldn't tell her, of course.
She had attached a strap of black cloth around her forehead, Corsican style, and had metal rings in the cartilage of her ears as well as a punk bracelet decorated with bullet-studs. Deine, her xiphos, was sheathed at her side, her boot knife was clipped to her right shoe and her three throwing knives were at their place on her belt. Brass knuckles were in her trouser pockets and the carbon fibre cylinder that turned into her bow was at the side of her backpack.
Once at the Lake, the group of teenagers stopped, dropped their bags and started pulling their shirts over their shoulders. Chiara had a simple black bandeau bikini whose lower part looked more like a small short. The swimsuit underlined the various scars and bruises she had on her short, muscled limbs, as well as the amount of freckles showered across her skin.
Keeping an eye on the Hermes kids, she slowly went into the water. The popular clique, with the Aphrodite, Apollo, Nike, Dionysus kids and such were screaming and laughing and gossiping a few meters away. Chiara didn't notice the very, very tall boy that was standing in the shadows, observing the crowd, though she soon would.
The scorching day had made the two daughters of Ares want to go with some of their cabin mates and a couple of Cratus and Hermes kids to the Lake in order to refresh from the long day of running, wrestling, spear-throwing, Spartan hurdles and sword-fighting. And boxing, for Chiara. There was this punch bag in the middle of the Ares cabin which every Camper punched at least once in the day, but Chiara, who had been doing French boxing ever since she was seven, often made long boxing sessions accompanied by ear-blowing Skrillex music.
The Corsican redhead was wearing a belly-free black shirt, ripped on the sides that read 'Cheers, b*tches', showing her strong and developed abs with a pair of camo trousers and combat boots. A punk, metal spikes-studded belt around her waist, Chiara was walking next to Namir, her favorite half-sister, who, quite unlike her, was bulky and tall, but with a wonderful mane of blonde hair. Chiara was quite jealous, but wouldn't tell her, of course.
She had attached a strap of black cloth around her forehead, Corsican style, and had metal rings in the cartilage of her ears as well as a punk bracelet decorated with bullet-studs. Deine, her xiphos, was sheathed at her side, her boot knife was clipped to her right shoe and her three throwing knives were at their place on her belt. Brass knuckles were in her trouser pockets and the carbon fibre cylinder that turned into her bow was at the side of her backpack.
Once at the Lake, the group of teenagers stopped, dropped their bags and started pulling their shirts over their shoulders. Chiara had a simple black bandeau bikini whose lower part looked more like a small short. The swimsuit underlined the various scars and bruises she had on her short, muscled limbs, as well as the amount of freckles showered across her skin.
Keeping an eye on the Hermes kids, she slowly went into the water. The popular clique, with the Aphrodite, Apollo, Nike, Dionysus kids and such were screaming and laughing and gossiping a few meters away. Chiara didn't notice the very, very tall boy that was standing in the shadows, observing the crowd, though she soon would.
Bartholomew
Number of posts : 10
Age : 25
Registration date : 2014-04-04
Not once even blinking,he saw two women came to the lake,and from the looks of it,were Ares's children.Bartholomew was surprised he wasn't noticed yet,escpecially since his clothing was in direct contrast to everyone else.He wore his usual attire,which consisted of his faded blue pants,sandels,and his large cloak.His cloak was large enough that it neck portion hides the lower half of his face while the sleeves hide his arms and hands.Red cloaked decorated the cloak,being on various different parts of it.His pirecings reflecting some of the sunlight that hit his face.
Finally,he stood,showing his tremendous height.Though his left hand lay at his side,hidden by his sleeve,his right hand was exposed,being that one holding his scythe.His long ponytail moved slightly in the oncoming breeze,blowing his cloak also,revealing what was under it.Nothing.He was not wearing a shirt under his cloak,only his slender body.With a sigh he continued to watched the crowd,now looking like somesort of guardian.
Finally,he stood,showing his tremendous height.Though his left hand lay at his side,hidden by his sleeve,his right hand was exposed,being that one holding his scythe.His long ponytail moved slightly in the oncoming breeze,blowing his cloak also,revealing what was under it.Nothing.He was not wearing a shirt under his cloak,only his slender body.With a sigh he continued to watched the crowd,now looking like somesort of guardian.
Morgan Landry- High Queen of Narnia
Number of posts : 15906
Registration date : 2011-12-31
Chiara was having fun battling Sherman, her half-brother, in the water. The goal of the game was simple: maintain the opponent's head in the water for the longest time. Chiara being very short, so smaller than Sherman by far, it was difficult for her to push his head into the water, but she had coped with that by diving and grabbing his ankles, pulling him down with strength then grabbing his shoulders and maintaining him under the surface.
Her blazing red curls were now wet and clinging to her skull and face, her angry green eyes shining mischievously in her face. As she managed to hold Sherman underwater, she saw a boy stand up and watch the groups of demigods. He was bare-chested under a long cloak, his hair gathered in a ponytail which flowed down to his ankles. He was holding a scythe, but even without that, Chiara would have recognized him because of his height. He was Bartholomew, one of the Thanatos jerks, that one who had gigantism.
The daughter of Ares released her brother and kicked him before he could try to get at her. Bartholomew was looking their way, something that didn't please Chiara at all.
"Hey d*ckhead!" she angrily called. "What you looking at?"
Her blazing red curls were now wet and clinging to her skull and face, her angry green eyes shining mischievously in her face. As she managed to hold Sherman underwater, she saw a boy stand up and watch the groups of demigods. He was bare-chested under a long cloak, his hair gathered in a ponytail which flowed down to his ankles. He was holding a scythe, but even without that, Chiara would have recognized him because of his height. He was Bartholomew, one of the Thanatos jerks, that one who had gigantism.
The daughter of Ares released her brother and kicked him before he could try to get at her. Bartholomew was looking their way, something that didn't please Chiara at all.
"Hey d*ckhead!" she angrily called. "What you looking at?"
Bartholomew
Number of posts : 10
Age : 25
Registration date : 2014-04-04
"Hey d*ckhead "What you looking at?" The woman called out in what seemed to be anger.Typical for one of Ares's children.With a mere sigh,Bartholomew quietly walked out the shadows,revealing to the other demi-gods who was Chiara yelling at.Out of the corner of his eye,he noticed some seemed scared,fearing a fight might ensure."I am looking at Chiara Moreau,daughter of the male God Of War Ares."He said matter-of-factly,his emotionless voice matching his calm and unreadable gaze.It seemed that thorough out the entire time,he has yet to blink,adding on to his creepiness as he took a step closer,now standing at the water's edge.Most of the demi-gods closest to them got their distance,expecting a fight.
Morgan Landry- High Queen of Narnia
Number of posts : 15906
Registration date : 2011-12-31
"I know who I am, you don't need to be such a nerd every time somebody asks you a simple question," Chiara snapped.
The others had fallen silent, watching the scene with anticipating smirks. Only the loud talking and laughing of the popular clique was heard, accompanied by occasional splashes of water.
"Now stop staring at us, freak, and scram."
OOC: Short...
The others had fallen silent, watching the scene with anticipating smirks. Only the loud talking and laughing of the popular clique was heard, accompanied by occasional splashes of water.
"Now stop staring at us, freak, and scram."
OOC: Short...
