[centre][b][h1][color=limegreen]Pierre[/color][/h1][/b]

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[color=limegreen][b]Location[/b]: The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
[b]Interacting With: No one in particular[/b][/color][/centre]

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Pierre continued up the course, feeling like he was making great time, but already recognising that he wasn’t going to win. Ky’ vie had already taken the lead, but Pierre was still going to try. He didn’t even know why he was doing this. Pierre usually prefered to stay behind the scenes, yet at times, he felt overlocked. He had spent a majority of his summers in camp, staying with Syleste, so she wouldn’t be by herself in the cabin, and so he could make sure she was okay. That had been his job since they were kids, and he wasn’t quite sure who he was without it. As the days went back, turning into weeks and months, and years, it became quite clear that Syleste didn’t need his protect, or at least not as much as she use to. 

He didn’t know where he belonged anymore, not truly. 

Maybe this was the first step in finding out just where he did belong, and who he was. And maybe he was just overthinking this. He always was over analytical. Turning his mind back to what he was doing, Pierre didn’t stop to look and see how the other contestants were going, instead he merely continued on his way, seeking to do his best. And if his best got him to the top, then so bit it. Winning didn’t really matter. Taking a moment to ensure that his hands weren’t sweaty, and therefore slippery, Pierre began to tackle the climbing wall. 

There really was no way to predict when the hand holds would be moved, but if you listened, if you noticed the slight movement before it happened, you could avoid falling. Pierre used his long reach to scale the wall quickly, often moving side ways, and once or twice down as hand and foot holds were yanked away. He kept calm, processing everything around him as he moved.

As he climbed, he continued to think about why he was doing this. It wasn’t a quest, it wasn’t even a challenge… was it just to prove that he could do it, or was it something else? He did know. What did winning this even get you? The course was, while designed for skilled, about luck. You could do everything right, and then the tower would give you something that changed everything. Maybe that was the point. To keep him on his toes, and keep him thinking, keep him ready for anything. 

His thoughts were broken as a hand held slipped through his fingers, and for a moment Pierre hung by one hand. He swung his body up, getting foot holds, and managed to get his other hand onto another hold, and he rested for a second, catching his breath back.

He began to climb again, and his thoughts traveled back to where they had been. Sometimes The ADHD that plagued Pierre, and indeed most of the other campers, was a blessing. It enabled him to think, and do what he was doing, managing to keep focused even as his mind wandered. He knew that the ADHD was designed to keep them alive in battle-to enable them to focus on many things at once, and to avoid getting skewered like a stuck pig.

So. Why was he doing this, what did he have to prove? Perhaps he was simply trying to...be seen. Yet why did he want to be seen? He managed to remove his left foot in time before the foothold was yanked away, and hurriedly scrambled to the side, and then back up again. He sighed to himself, and focused on the tower. 

Before he realised what was happening, he realised that he was having fun. How often did that happen? Perhaps it was important to do something else, besides reading… And that was something that Pierre never thought that he would think that. Smiling to himself, he continued to climb. He looked up, knowing he was close to the top of the tower. Or rather hoping that he was.