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Having taken the tower several times before, Niesha still eyed it with a critical eye. Living here all year round for a few good years, her brother Michael and herself had had plenty of time to study the damn thing- work out how it was constructed, work out just how they could beat it. She often thought that even if their mother hadn't been Athena, they'd still be like this. Either way, it didn't matter. Things were easier here, everything written in Ancient Greek- perhaps the only language their dyslexic brains didn't seem to play with. It had been hell- rather difficult to grow up smart, but unable to read as fast as she would have liked- she had scrapped good grades through hard work- long hours working through words. Here... it was different. Their father had helped them, patient and willing, to help them figure out ways to study. Remembering that, Niesha couldn't help but smile- and remembering that, she could see how Athena had been drawn to his patient, kind understanding, his constant ability to find ways to do things... Shaking her head slightly, she thought back on the days before coming to the camp, with both sadness and happiness.
She could take solace in her small white owlet, Snow. Was it foolish to think that maybe it was a sign from their mother? Owls were often depicted with Athena in mind. Whether it was foolish or not, she loved that Owl.
Niesha had been fascinated with how things worked, how they were built, how she could get them to function, since she was a little kid. She had very precious memories of Michael and herself working through "buildings" with their blocks... working in perfect harmony. Sometimes they still worked through designs for a city they wanted to build- but Michael was better at the design stuff then herself. Turning her attention back to the obstacle tower, she watchef the contestants. Michael seemed more interested in keeping Moe, his gigantic dog, under control. She sighed softly. While they had both had a go at the course- she doubted anyone hadn't- her brother preferred not to go out of his way to try it. "You could do it, you know that."
Michael merely looked up at her and shrugged, Just because you can do something, doesn't mean you have to, Nes." It was always interesting how he never seemed to stutter with her- yet put him face to face with someone else, and he sounded like a CD that jumped about. "Besides, why show off? I prefer to let the other campers underestimate me." There were times when Niesha just didn't understand Michael. Sometimes he could be outgoing, and Niesha at times wished he was more so. And then there were times like this, when he could almost seem to be cunning.
She gave another sigh, turning her attention back to the tower for a moment. "But you are brilliant, Michky. Sometimes I wish you'd see that, and let others see it too." Michael shrugged and fell silent, returning his attention back to Moe. He wasn't fooling her, though. She knew that he was actively paying attention to everything around them. Giving another sigh, she let her gaze move over the others, gaze seeking out their other siblings. She wasn't sure if any of them would compete either. Bronwyn might compete, too.
Oh, what the hell. Perhaps she ought to just go ahead and try. Rising, Niesha slipped through the others, and towards the grounds, throwing herself towards the tower and starting her assent. Keeping her attention on what she was doing, Niesha began to pull herself up, muscles tightening as she did so.
Pierre
Despite the excitement, Pierre found himself almost dozing. The warm sun was just so... so... so... inviting. It might have helped if he had actually slept then night before- but he hadn't, distracted from the enticing lure of sleep by books and a new- well old- scroll he had borrowed from the Athena cabin. Stretching, Pierre leaned forward, unconcerned about Prince- having left the pup on his bed, he wouldn't be surprised to see him Adeline. Whe had had found the pup, it had just seemed perfect. A dog that would forever be puppy sized, Prince was easy to carry around if the need arose. And Adeline was always happy to lure the dog away, if she had to, she could carry him easy enough.
Turning his wandering attention back to the course, Pierre sighed heavily as he studied it. He couldn't seem to get up the energy to tackle it. The obstacle tower was indeed a challenge, yet there was always a way to conquer something. He lazily ran his gaze over everyone that seemed to be readying themselves to tackle it. If you could figure out what they were doing, and how they did it, you could figure out how to beat them. Eventually. Still, it had been a while since he had tried the tower- he'd let himself just settled into the rhyme and rhythm of the camp... let himself just... rest. Sleep was always welcome, but recently Pierre had been indulging a little too much.
He ought to take a go at it again. He sighed heavily, and rose slowly, stretching- a long satisfying stretch, and one that nearly sent him back to resting, back to a stupor... instead, He started down from the stands, not actually sure what he was going to do- and perhaps that was the point. Everytime he tried to plan this course, he failed. Rather spectacularly.
Perhaps some things couldn't be planned.
Kalinda
Kalinda leaned back, closing her eyes as she titled her head towards the sun, a small smile dancing around her features as she did so. There was nothing quite like the feel of the sun on ones skin. Warm, and welcoming. The sun was where things could grow- just about everything needed sun. And perhaps Kalinda had been listening to way too many speeches about Apollo. The internet was a wild thing. Sighing, she opened her eyes and looked back towards the obstacle tower. The only child of Apollo at the camp right then, Kalinda was merely there to ensure that people didn't kill themselves, and to treat any injuries. She had no desire to show off on the tower, at least not today. If it was archery... that might be a different story.
Besides, the white fuzzy tube sock demanded her attention. The ferret crawled out of a pocket and danced about in her lap, chattering. And then there was the war cry. Chuckling, Kalinda scooped the ball of fluff into her palms, petting her. After a moment, when she was sure Chaos wouldn't dance away, she snapped on her leash, so that she wouldn't get lost. The last time that had happened, Kalinda had had to search high and low to find the damn beast, only to find her nestled happily on a sleeping daughter of Aphrodite's chest. That had been fun, trying to get the ferret without waking lover girl- only to have to explain why she was essentially feeling the girl up.
She wasn't keen to have such an experience again.
The ferret certainly lived up to her name- Chaos. Perhaps it was a good thing that Kalinda lived alone in the cabin- Chaos just got into trouble. It didn't matter even if she as sleeping, she always seemed to knock something off, or mess about. Kalinda liked to joke that she just had too much energy, even sleep didn't turn it off. Watching Chaos as she scampered about, uncerncerned about her bothering any of the campers. She hadn't had any issues with it yet, and even if she did, it was too fucking bad for the other campers. They'd just have to put up with Chaos. Chaos was too cute anyhow, and the ferret knew it, used it to her advantage.
Leaning back in the stands once more, she let her head move to the sun again, closing her eyes and breathing deeply, letting the sun warm her.
Leaning low over the neck of the beautiful, graceful Pegasus. The white winged horse flew gracefully through the air- giving Imogen a perfect view of the camp. A bubble of laughter leapt out her throat and she sat up slightly, gently gripping Aethusa with her knees- completely trusting her to keep her safe and to catch her if she fell as she lifted her hands and gave a whoop of excitement. She could practically feel Aethusa's excitement, but they both knew that it couldn't last much longer. She had to get back to the camp proper. "Just a few more moments... "
Imogen let herself enjoy the feel of the air through her hair- unbound, it streamed behind her, almost like Aethusa's mane itself. As the Pegasus leaned down, she lowered herself once more, trusting in Aethusa to land safely. As they landed in the field, Imogen waited a few heart beats before she swung herself off, sliding down with as much grace as she could muster. Which is to say, she landed on her ass laughing breathlessly. Aethusa nuzzled at her gently, and Imogen consented to rise, laying a hand on the white side of Aethusa. "Thank you for the ride." She murmured softly, her gaze moving about them- certain that she had seen someone walking from the out skirts of the camp.
"There... " Stroking Aethusa another moment or two, she started towards the figure that was steadily getting closer. Were any campers meant to arrive today? She wasn't certain, but it didn't really matter. If one of the kids had found their way here, it meant it was probably the right time for them to come. Lifting a hand in greeting, Imogen closed the distance enough to shout, "Hiya!" cheerfully to them.
Talon
Talon barely spared a glance for the others around him- it didn't really matter who he was competing against, he'd kick all their asses anyway. His gaze lifted up and over the tower, examining it without much care. He'd find a way up- and he'd do it before anyone else could. There weren't many that could hope to compete with him, in any case. Shifting, he stretched his legs and with deliberate slow motions he cracked his nails crack... crack... crack... crack... . The rather satisfying crack and relief in his joints pleased him, and he rolled his weight onto the balls of his feet.
He would win. There was no doubt about that.
Oh, Ky' vie was certainly a strong contender, but she wouldn't win this time- he was going to make sure of it. Moving with as much strength as he could put into a run, he slipped between two poles and leaped to grab a rung, pulling himself up with sheer strength as he decided to tackle was in front of him- glancing up to make sure that he wasn't going to run into a dead end, or any trouble. He used his strength- he had no doubt that he could beat anyone strength wise- to throw himself up the tower, twisting here and there to ensure he wasn't going to get knocked by anything.
Shifting, he hung for a moment, drawing in a few deep breaths before he continued up. "You're the one that's going to need luck!" He shouted back, refusing to let himself lose as he continued.
