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[sub][color=gray]	    			Tower | Camp-Halfblood
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Every year Carlos decided to participate in the obstacle tower, and every year, Ky'vie had managed to snatch it out from his fingers. He wasn't bothered, of course, the son of Tyche didn't compete in these camp activities for the winning price. He didn't care for the glory that came from taking that golden ring in his hands; no, Carlos wanted something better. Something even more precious. The thrill. He loved the feeling of his heart pounding against his chest, and his muscles flexing under his shirt as he swung from pole to pole, never missing as if his mother was guiding him. He loved the thrill of knowing any second he could get hurt, that he could just slip and fall all the way down. The adrenaline pumping through his body, making everything so much sharper and clear made everything worth it. Carlos loved it all. 

The first half of the tower was always easy. A ladder swung past Carlos just as he extended his arm forward. He grinned up at the structure seeing the familiar face of Brandon and his younger brother Talon make their way up. He pulled himself up to the next level, the bars. Now, this was the most exciting part of him. Carlos would always rush this part, see if he could outrun his luck or not, and today was no different. He reached up to the very first rod he saw and pulled himself up just as he reached for another. Further past him, another camper was carefully making her way up until somebody on the other side pulled the rod from under her. Her grip hadn't been firm enough on her other hand, and she fell down- just missing Carlos by a hair. 

[color=7F6B5D]"Better luck next time, Bell!"[/color] Carlos laughed, [color=7F6B5D]"get it? Luck?"[/color] He grinned when the girl got up from the mat and glared up at him. He shot the girl a wink before continuing his journey up the moving bars and rotating beams. He pulled himself up and reaching over to bars just as they were pushed far enough for him to use them and climb up. Once or twice he was almost hit by one of the rotating mechanisms used to knock out the campers, but every, time Oscar would move just in time for them to miss him. 

It was too easy! Just as Carlos thought he couldn't outrun his luck, the bar he was using to push himself up gave up behind him. He let out a laugh as his arms and stomach tensed up from having to support all of his weight. Now, this was it! With some difficulty, Carlos pulled himself up just as one of the padded beams brushed his feet. He let out a laugh, watching some of his friends just below him. 

[color=7F6B5D]"Brandon, even during a competition you'll just keep flirting, won't you?"[/color] He shouted down at his friend, a smirk dancing on his features. His short break didn't last long as a beam in front of his shoulder was pushed towards him. His laughter got louder as his grip loosened and began to fall. Carlos reached up just in time to catch himself on another bar that had just been pushed out. Even in a split second, his luck kept up with him. 


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