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Obstacle Tower
The whoops, cheers and collective gasps flew through the area by the dozen as campers ascended the tower and others were thrown off, most possibly breaking a limb or recieving a large gash in the process. Thank the gods for Ambrosia or a couple of injuries Vanessa had witnessed from that death trap in her almost 3 years at camp would have almost undoubtedly ended with the camper's body part being paralysed or left the camper in a worse state had the children of Apollo not been as speedy as they were to grant medical attention. Not that fear of death was what stopped Vanessa from attempting the threatening structure. Unlike most people death wasn't something she feared, how could it be if your father was the ruler of the dead and where they took residence?
Not long after Vanessa seated herself in the stands her mind had wandered as she blankly stared at the obstacle tower paying very little attention to its happenings, not that it'd be too unobvious, Ky'vie was on the tower today and it was extremely likely she'd win yet again. As young demigods were thrown from the tower or advanced on those ahead of them the younger of Hades' daughters kept her dark hazel eyes fixated on the middle of the tower as she remained seated on the stands. She did not stand nor whoop nor cheer nor gasp but ponder over the list things she still had to complete that day and the many questions that often ate at her brain. Bright sunlight hit Vanessa's orange hair making it seem a more vibrant orange than the shade she religiously dyed it every few weeks and the heat soaked into her short sleeve black shirt making the day feel so much hotter than it was. The day may haven't have seemed any warmer than a comfortable tempreture to most but was borderline uncomfortable to Vanessa who preferred colder climates. Not that Mississippi Summers only had mild days because it definitely brought hot days but she often enjoyed the cooler days Winter brought even if it came down to such temperatures she had to wrap herself up in a blanket.
Suddenly the cheering became louder, loud enough to snap Vanessa out of her trance-like deep thinking state. Everyone in the stands in Vanessa's view, despite the orange haired teenager herself, were standing and cheering. Vanessa allowed her hazel eyes to stray from their spot on the tower, where a couple of demigods had started their descend down, to the top of the tower where Hawley, a son of Hermes, grasped the golden ring above his head. Well that's new. Vanessa didn't watch the happenings at the obstacle tower often but it was general camp knowledge Ky'vie was the camp champion when it came to the obstacle tower, looks like the queen lost her crown.
Running a hand through her orange hair, having to detangle (or more accurately tear apart) knots toward the ends, Vanessa pursed her light pink lips, her hazel eyes inspecting the area. Many demigods, competitors and non-competitors aLike clotted into groups, many taking exits. Maybe escaping to the lake would be a good option after all. The forest would be a nice place to relax but Vanessa had left Oblivion in her room, which it barely left other than for fighting classes she couldn't get out of and capture the flag, and unlike her half-sister she had to cart her weapon around if she went anywhere with it. Besides she wasn't in the mood to have to fight a monster, not that one always turned up but there was always that chance. For now though was the crowds of demigods. She scanned the area once again, trying to find some faces she had talked to before. A small group of people were slowly growing in numbers. She recognised some of them well enough, the pink haired daughter of dreams, the oddly calm daughter of Ares, the son of Athena whom seemed to be widenly known through the camp. Vanessa hadn't formed many close bonds at camp half-blood but, as far as Vanessa was concerned, she was at least on decent terms with most of the group.
Slowly she made her way to the group.
"Hey y'all," Vanessa greeted them softly, that Mississippi accent of hers that Vanessa found utterly disgusting expelling her soft pink lips and into the group, if any of them took their time to notice her that is.