by redline2400 10/11/2015, 5:43 am
For the past 4 or so months, Ryan had taken up residence in the interesting death trap known as Camp Half-Blood. And honestly, it was starting to feel like a home to him. To think that only a relatively short time ago, he was wandering the camp looking for a place to get a damn pillow and now he's training just about everyday. For someone who was thrown into the demigod life as late as he was, he was doing quite well for himself.
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Back home in Troy, MI, there wasn't much in the way of forests. Maybe a pocket of trees here and there, but nothing too undeveloped that you would be able to stand back and call a forest. But it wasn't like he hadn't been in any; there were a few in the surrounding towns as well as the entire U.P. from the time he went hunting, and those did their best to make it feel somewhat like life back in the mitten. Despite the warnings that monsters were present in these woods, Ryan only ventured out with the clothes on his back (consisting of a dark brown Carhartt jacket, a pair of regular cut jeans, and running shoes) and his insurance policy, AKA his sword, slung over his back.
He wasn't expecting a lot of people to be in the woods at this time, but he wasn't surprised that ten or so minutes into the trek, he spotted another, larger camper just...sitting. Just sitting there, lacking a weapon. As crazy as that sounded, it should come to no surprise that Ryan felt the need to check out the odd guy. In the hope of getting his attention, Ryan called out "Yo! Big guy!", believing that that would secure the kid's attention.