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[center][color=#aba000][h1][sub][i]Jake Garret[/i][/sub][/h1]
—   [b]۵[/b]    [b]۞[/b]    [b]۵[/b]   —[/color]

[b]Location:[/b] Half-Blood Hill; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound, New York; USA.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Anyone in the area.[/sup][/center]
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Jake was still not sure why he had decided that traveling nearly 550 miles north made sense. Sure, the wind had told him to do it but that made little sense. He had traveled from the only home he had ever known to some forsaken corner of Long Island all because the wind had told him that something bad was going to happen if he didn’t. Jake was still not sure what exactly that bad thing was going to be but he had chosen to listen to the voice. Either he was going crazy or the wind had actually talked to him. Either way, he was not about to risk the wrath of the wind by ignoring its wisdom. 

Since flights to New York from Norfolk were not in his price range, Jake had chosen to take a bus to New York City before continuing onto Long Island and this supposed Camp Half-Blood. His attempts to google this camp was met with absolutely nothing. There was no such place called Camp Half-Blood anywhere on Long Island and the address he had led to the middle of nowhere. He would know the middle of nowhere being from where most people considered nowhere. Yet, he still kept going towards his supposed destination with most of his earthly possessions with him. Jake had grabbed his boxing gloves, his guitar, and his football among other things. They were important and something told him that going back home was not an option for him.

His collection of objects had expanded as soon as he had entered New York City. Something in the back of his head told him that he had been here before. He had been here in New York despite never leaving North Carolina. Something about the city felt familiar in a strange way. While he had been staring blankly around Grand Central Station, someone had raced up to him. The person was wearing what looked like a package delivery outfit with the words “Hermes Express” emblazoned on the front. The person confirmed his name and then pushed a long cylindrical tube into his hands saying ‘someone up on high thought you needed it’ before they ran off. The package was addressed to ‘Jacob Leonidas Garret’ with the return address ‘20 W 34th St, New York, NY 10001”. Feeling curious, Jake opened the package and saw what looked like a sword. Freaking out, he quickly closed the package and continued on his way.   Jake left the station and looked up at the Empire State Building, and somehow he knew that the package had come from there. With a nod in thanks, he quickly got on the bus to get as close as possible to the address.

A while later, Jake got off the bus near Montauk and started walking towards the address. He didn’t know the area but something still kept pushing him. After walking for about an hour, he stopped near what looked like a large hill. The area seemed all alone but he knew that this was the spot he had to go to. He collected his things and crested the hill.

Then, he saw it. It looked like a large summer camp but he was sure that it hadn’t been there before. He would have heard or smelled something. Still, he kept walking down the hill looking around in the area for anyone to talk to. He figured this had to be the place the wind had meant when it told him to go.

[color=#aba000]”Hello? Uhh, anyone there?”[/color] He called out as he walked down the other side of the hill into the camp. He figured someone here had to know what was going on around here. He hefted his heavy bag over his shoulder and continued walking.