Blake let out a sigh as he stepped out of the cab that had taken him from the airport in New York all the way out here. Lifting his suitcases out of the cab as well he took a quick look at where he was headed before turning back around to try and explain to the driver that he didn’t exactly have the money the man was probably going to want for the drive over. Except when he had finally turned around imagine his surprise when said taxi cab was gone. Not driving off into the sunset with all his stuff gone, but disappeared gone. As in it was as if the taxi cab had never even been there in the first place which definitely spooked Blake out, cars are not supposed to do that.
Shaking his head he picked up his two suitcases, after making sure both of his cutlasses were on his belt where they were supposed to be. They were and so he started his climb up the hill in front of him and towards the strange out of the way acting camp. He couldn’t even remember why his mom had decided to send him there and why he had to make sure the swords were sheathed and on his hips at almost all times but after the way he had left things with his mom he owed her this much. He wasn’t admitting he was wrong, never in a thousand years would he had been wrong about whatever it was they had argued about but after a long plane ride you got a lot of things to think about.
Things that seemed so trivial and pointless now as he was going to the camp anyway and he was certain the camp was at least one of the topics ‘discussed’ during their little spat. Hefting the non-rolling suitcase up into a more comfortable position he continued walking dragging the rolling suitcase behind him in the grass. He didn’t understand the point of all this but what he did know, or more what he could feel, the grass was happy. The tree at the top of the hill over-looking the strange camp felt safe and when he placed his hand upon it even felt powerful. Letting out a laugh and he looked down into the camp, from the top of the hill you could see almost everything that there was to see in the camp and it was definitely out of the norm.
“Weirdest acting camp I’ve ever seen” Blake muttered to himself about to walk in until he realized he had no idea where he was supposed to go. True, he hadn’t made it all that far into the Camp but he was pretty damn sure there should be signs everywhere to help the new people get straight to the Councilors building or whatever it was here. Yet from where he stood at the entrance to the camp there was nothing like that anywhere, unless of course he was missing something. Setting his suitcase down next to the rolling one he scratched the top of his head and looked around for something, anything that would help him out.
Shaking his head he picked up his two suitcases, after making sure both of his cutlasses were on his belt where they were supposed to be. They were and so he started his climb up the hill in front of him and towards the strange out of the way acting camp. He couldn’t even remember why his mom had decided to send him there and why he had to make sure the swords were sheathed and on his hips at almost all times but after the way he had left things with his mom he owed her this much. He wasn’t admitting he was wrong, never in a thousand years would he had been wrong about whatever it was they had argued about but after a long plane ride you got a lot of things to think about.
Things that seemed so trivial and pointless now as he was going to the camp anyway and he was certain the camp was at least one of the topics ‘discussed’ during their little spat. Hefting the non-rolling suitcase up into a more comfortable position he continued walking dragging the rolling suitcase behind him in the grass. He didn’t understand the point of all this but what he did know, or more what he could feel, the grass was happy. The tree at the top of the hill over-looking the strange camp felt safe and when he placed his hand upon it even felt powerful. Letting out a laugh and he looked down into the camp, from the top of the hill you could see almost everything that there was to see in the camp and it was definitely out of the norm.
“Weirdest acting camp I’ve ever seen” Blake muttered to himself about to walk in until he realized he had no idea where he was supposed to go. True, he hadn’t made it all that far into the Camp but he was pretty damn sure there should be signs everywhere to help the new people get straight to the Councilors building or whatever it was here. Yet from where he stood at the entrance to the camp there was nothing like that anywhere, unless of course he was missing something. Setting his suitcase down next to the rolling one he scratched the top of his head and looked around for something, anything that would help him out.