[center][h3]Benjamin Schafer[/h3][/center]
[center][h3]Cabin One[/h3][/center]

Though he had only been there for a week, Ben feels like he got the layout of Camp Halfblood figured out. It was even better that it was mostly handicap accessible, So a guy with a fake leg could get around with relative ease. 
Early each morning, Ben woke up and started his early routine. He saw his cabinmate, Roy, sitting on his bed doing something with a knife. Ben left him alone and walked outside. 

The son of Zeus wore his orange Camp Halfblood t-shirt and camp issue khaki shorts. He had hoped that he could get some full sized pants, as he wasn't quite comfortable with everyone seeing his prosthesis, but he had not been successful yet in procuring some. Also on his belt, he wore the sword his godly father gave him. One that he still have very little idea on how to use.

He jogged over to training arena, thankful that his prosthetic leg was working well. Comfortable that his leg wasn't going to fall off, he enjoyed his run.  He casually ran past fellow campers, and they seemed to ignore him. He was used to getting gawked at, but the people of the camp seemed to either not notice or really not care, which was definitely a switch.

He was pondering this when he turned a blind corner and was met face to face with a white horse. Ben had just enough presence of mind to take a few steps back as the beast went roaring past. [i]Way to almost get run over, dingus.[/i] he told himself. He took another look at the horse and realized it wasn't white, but more like silver. 

"Sorry, that was my fault." Ben said to the rider. "This is a bit of a blind corner."