[centre][h1][color=red]Talon[/color][/h1][/centre]

[center][b]Location:[/b] Base of the tower
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Elias [@Metztli] and Octavia [@Vicier][/sup][/center]
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As he found himself falling, Talon growled. [color=red]"Bitch!"[/color] It came out as a growl, but he didn't care. The force of the impact caused his breath to come out in a powerful 'oof', but he didn't let that stop him, gathering his strength once more and shoving his sister away from him. They all thought they knew, thought that it was just their fathers wrath. They were wrong.  He knew that with every fibre of his being. It isn't. Oh, his mother might like to think that it was just that, just something he could have, potentially, grown out of. And his siblings evidently thought so to. And his brother, his fucking brother who thought that all he had to do was fucking talk. 

[i]the tower doesn't exist[/i] Of course it fucking existed. That was the whole fucking point. Used to "elevate" other campers above the other, as if it fucking mattered who climbed a tower faster. And they used it, they fucking used it to keep everyone in their place. Fucking bitch, prancing around as if winning the tower was meaningful. They didn't fucking know. He snarled, and for a brief moment a thrill went through him as he realized Elias was afraid- afraid there would be a fight. Afraid of him. 

And then a sick feeling settled in his stomach as that thought took hold. He yanked himself away from Elias, even now, even fucking now, his brother treated it all like it was a game- like talking was actually going to fucking do anything. And doing it in front of everyone? It was already fucking humiliating being knocked down by Octavia. [color=red]"You don't fucking get it."[/color] He snarled, hands curling into fists- not caring if he was injured or not, not caring much about anything. His nails, torn and raggered, still dug into the palms of his hands, but it didn't matter. None of it did. It didn't matter. It didn't matter, they were here because they couldn't work in the more mundane world. Nobody wanted them there. [color=red]"There is no point fucking talking."[/color] 

[centre][h1][color=firebrick]Kalinda[/color][/h1][/centre]
[center][b]Location:[/b] Stands and Base of the tower
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Mainly Octavia [@Vicier][/sup][/center]
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Kalinda shifted awkwardly as her gaze moved towards katherine and Imani- the others weren't really of much importance for her. She looked away, hunkering down in her seat, forcing her gaze back towards the tower. She shouldn't feel like this- shouldn't feel hurt. She'd been the one to break things with Katherine. And Imani wasn't made for serious... neither was she...it was fucking pointless even thinking about it. So best to just ignore. Oh, she had to deal with Katherine daily- she wouldn't go back on her word there. She would figure out a way to not have to shove pills down her throat. One day. 

She sighed, but her thoughts weren't troubled for long. As Octavia threw herself off the tower, to tackle her brother to the ground, Kalinda could practically feel the thump, what she could imagine were the aches, the injuries... she rose, looping Chao's leash around her hand, and began to move through the stands, rather conveniently using the path Elias carved himself. At least she wouldn't have to force her way through. Ignoring the boys, her gaze when to Octavia- she had no doubt the girl had taken the brunt of the fall, and that that would mean she had hurt herself. 

[color=firebrick]"You're not going back on that tower, Octavia."[/color] 

[centre][h1][color=limegreen]Pierre[/color][/h1][/centre]
[center][b]Location:[/b] Obstacle Tower
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Those on the tower[/sup][/center]
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Pierre didn't try to keep up with the banter of the others- he didn't even think one [i]could[/i] call in banter. Was there any point to it, other than to try and make another camper fail? He didn't think so. He kept his attention on what he was doing, where he was going. Things in the tower could change at a moments notice- seconds. One second, a bar was there, the next it was gone. he climbed steadily, certain of his holds. As his body warmed, adjusted to the constant motion, Pierre leaped to grab a rope ladder, scurried up it with ease. Oh, Pierre well knew that he was seen as more thought, less action. But looks were deceiving. The obstacle tower was a challenge, but a satisfying one. 

And with the commotion above... Pierre didn't let himself get distracted by it, but it seemed like things were getting a little out of control. He pressed  himself against the tower as the building shook slightly, but didn't let that slow him down. Pulling himself onto the platform everyone else seemed to be on- or a majority of them- he didn't hesitate to continue to climb. Whatever was happening, he could do nothing about it. 

Moving faster now, Pierre grabbed bar after bar just before it disappeared- and then suddenly he didn't have any issues with the bars. He shifted, glancing down- he wasn't afraid of falling. He watched as Octavia and Talon flew through the air- or rather, fell through the air. He watched a moment, making sure that they weren't seriously hurt- they didn't seem to be- before he continued up, pulling himself onto the last top. No one seemed to realise that he had passed them. That he was up the top. Had they forgotten he was there? Or were they just too distracted? 

Either way, with barely a seconds thought, Pierre reached out and grabbed the ring. 

[centre][h1][color=2e3192]Imogen[/color][/h1][/centre]

[center][b]Location:[/b] Half-Blood Hill; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound, New York; USA.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Jake [@Avanhelsing][/sup][/center]
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Relieved that he wasn't crying out crazy, Imogen smiled once more. Oh, he had a lot to learn, she had no doubt about that- they all did. She glanced back to Aethusa, amused. [color=2e3192]"It's alright. You don't know much about this stuff, or really what you can do. Don't worry."[/color] she said, looking back to Jake. She wasn't sure where to begin- or even if she shouldn't just take him to Chiron. She didn't think he would do well with being introduced to Dionysus- Dionysus... could be for later. Chiron was patient. Still, she chouldn't just force him through the camp without answering his questions. 

[color=2e3192]"Well, yeah. There are their Roman counterparts too, this is Camp-Half blood, the Romans have Camp Jupiter... nevermind, bringing them in just gets confusing to start with. The Greek gods often have halfling children. Like us. Posedion is my father."[/color] she said ,giving a small shrug, [color=2e3192]"For now, lets go to the camp proper."[/color] 

She bit her lip, thoughtful before she continued. [color=2e3192]"The... the gods usually have to claim you. Generally there's a sign of some kind. Here, claiming is considered a great honor. Most of the time, we're claimed, but sometimes... well, some of the gods decided not to claim their kids, to keep them safe... things are different then what they were."[/color] She turned towards the camp, starting to walk. [color=2e3192]"Have you seen anything unusual, or a sign of some kind? A symbol? Have you shown any powers? I'm good with the horses- and the Pegasi, as you have seen. I've got other abilities, mainly with water. Have you done anything?"[/color]