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♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

Marcel Gates

Location: The Obstacle Course; Camp Half-Blood.
^{Interacting With: James Wolfe.}

It seemed as though she had arrived just on time. Ky' vie and Deon had just reached the top of the Obstacle Tower by the time she moseyed into the area. The stands were completely full, so she opted to remain standing, leaning against the side of the stands to give her a chance to finish her cigarette. She got a few dirty looks from the campers who were less than thrilled to be around the smoke, but Marcel had learned long ago to just ignore them, or quirk an eyebrow and make a "so do something about it" kind of face. Most of the time, they just left her alone. But she wasn't the only one smoking, it appeared. James Wolfe was standing not too far from her position, finishing up his own cigarette and observing the scene before him just as quietly as she was.

Maybe it had to do with the fact that James and Bexley were the closest family she had at the camp, save for Erin. They were the four children of the big three, and yet James was the only one she could really stand to be around for long periods at a time. Bexley was far too high maintenance, Erin and she had almost nothing in common... but James... James was a cool dude. He reminded her a lot of herself before- well, she wasn't going to think about that.

Ignoring the outcome of what was happening on the tower completely, Marcel nodded over towards James' direction, acknowledging him being there, which was a lot more than most people got out of her.

"What a surprise," he had muttered to himself after Bexley came back down to alert everyone of what had happened. Funny, from here, it looked like the two bull heads had tied. Marcel, in turn, just chuckled and took another puff of her cigarette. She really didn't care either way.

"And yet these dogs all come and watch every week, expecting something to change." she replied, speaking only to him and once again ignoring the offended and pressing glares she was getting from those who were trying to enjoy the rest of the game. She scoffed. "Pathetic. Those two have been in camp years longer than anyone else here. Something big has to happen to throw one of them off their game. Frankly... I'd rather watch those two face off a hell hound than this boring, routine shit." Marcel took another drag, pausing a moment as though thinking over the possibility. She'd have to talk to Erin about that one.

♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

To my knowledge, it was in four different introduction posts. Try and read each post carefully. I know there's a lot, and it doesn't seem like it, but each post is very important in their own way. It's these key bits of information that can be easily missed that can throw something larger off completely :) So just take extra care in the readings before the postings and we should be fine :)

♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

Deon Alexander

Location: The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
^{Interacting With: Ky' vie Morgan}

Deon shook his head at Ky' vie's attempt at a reply. Seriously, if that was all she could come up with, she was quickly losing her touch. Then again he couldn't exactly blame her - going up against him, she was bound to crack under the pressure some time or another. Feeling the foothold vibrate beneath him, Deon had only a fraction of a second to tighten his sweaty palms around his hand holds before the foothold was pulled out from underneath him completely. Gritting his teeth, relying on his arm and abdomen muscles to keep him upright, he swung his foot around, hoping to catch on another foothold. When he could find none, he tilted his head upwards. He could see the top of the climbing wall, he just had to apply himself and just keep going. With a fourth of his weight dead and hanging, his arm and stomach muscles bulged as he used his opposite foot to push himself upwards, his hands letting go of the holds to instead grab onto the next holds above him. He grunted out in pain as he felt a muscle in his left arm getting pulled far more than it should have been, but with an extra heave and powerful reach of his right arm, he was able to grab hold of the ledge and pull himself up onto the spinning platform.

Gasping for breath and gritting his teeth through the pain, Deon forced his body to come out of it's hunched over position to look up at the prize. Large beads of sweat rolled down the sides of his face, some catching on his eyebrow or nose, some getting lost in the indentation of the thick scar he had reaching around his head. His eyes looked then to his left, forcing some of the beads of sweat to fling off of his body in the motion, and spotted Ky' vie pulling herself up and onto the final platform.

"Oh like hell you are!" Deon grunted to himself. Ignoring the searing pain in his left arm, Deon took a running start to the final platform, jumping up and kicking his feet against the wall to give him that extra foot of height before his hands met with the ledge. His height definitely had an advantage over this portion than Ky' vie's shorter stature, and by the time he reached the top, he and Ky' vie were headed towards the ring at the same time. His hand reached out, and just half a second after Ky' vie plucked the ring from the helmet, his hand clasped over the ring on the opposite side she had been holding it.

She didn't even have time to register that technically, she had won. Nor did the crowd have time to register who had gotten the ring first. Deon laughed out loud, a wide, smug grin crossing over his lips as he stared Ky' vie down with a rather amused expression and a slight wiggle from his eyebrow.

"Jynx. You owe me a beer." he jested, but his hold on the ring would not ease up. "You're the supposed champion of the Obstacle Tower, yeah? It'd be a shame to lose to me now, with so many people watching..." He was trying to get at something, it was written clear on his face. When she didn't say anything, he let her in on his thoughts. "Kiss me, and I'll let go. Simple as that." Sure Deon liked winning, but in his current mood, there were a few other things he liked even more. The Obstacle Tower had never really been his game, anyway. Too much luck was involved. Capture the Flag, however - that was all skill and power - that was his territory. He could stand to let her win... just this once.

♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

Alan Carpenter

Location: The Basketball Court > The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
^{Interacting With: Others around him.}

Cheers from his two teammates could be heard as Alan came back down from holding onto the basketball rim, having succesfully dunked the ball for a fourth time that day, putting his team in the lead. Laughing, Alan met with the other two in an exchange of fist bumps and hand slaps, getting a few pats on the back as the other team got ready to set up the next set. The three of them got into position, guarding one shirted camper each, and the game was back in play. The ball was thrown in bounds, caught by the other team who dribbled and juked around his guard to go for the hoop, however Alan's tall and lanky stature blocked him from a good shot and instead passed the ball to the third teammate. Reaching a hand out, Alan intercepted the ball and passed it to one of his team members. Spinning around in a half-circle to get a better look at the scene before him, a blur of bubblegum pink infiltrated his peripheral vision on the left side.

Pausing, Alan turned his head to see Syleste, accompanied by Erin, walking past them towards the obstacle tower. Syleste was hugging a rather fluffy puppy in her arms - Conner's dog. He, like most everyone else, was more than likely at the obstacle tower already. He understood why Syleste would want to go, but Erin? Like Marcel, she seemed kind of closed off to those sorts of things unless she was in a mood to watch everyone get beat up and make utter fools out of themselves. Maybe she really was that good of a friend to Syleste to make sure that she got there safely. But then... why did Erin look more pissed off than usual?

Then Syleste turned her head in his direction. He knew she couldn't see, but it was as though she were looking right at him. His heart-rate increased and it suddenly became quite hard to swallow. He was in the process of raising his hand to wave (gods only knew why) before the left side of his face was met with a sudden jolt of pain. The basketball had been passed to him, but he had been so distracted, it hit him in the face instead, bouncing off of his sweaty skin where the opposite team was able to recover and go in for a simple layup, once more putting them in the lead. Shouts of protest and annoyance from his team could be heard, but Alan simply shrugged his shoulders and sheepishly rubbed his cheek where it was growing rather red.

That's when he remembered.

"Oh hey! Guys! Mr. D wanted us all to get to the obstacle tower before someone won, remember? He's got an announcement, or something." Alan walked over to the side of the court and retrieved his shirt he had laying on the bench before he slipped it on over his body, the sweat he had accumulated making it stick to him like a second skin in some places, but there wasn't much he could do about that for the moment. He'd get in a shower after the whole announcement thing, and a change of clothes.

There was a groan coming from the other five, but Alan just gave them a soft smile.

"I know, but this doesn't happen very often. It's gotta be something kind of important for him to want to talk to us." he chuckled before waving for them to follow. He had never thought of himself as a leader, but the five other players (two of them having to get their shirts on), while grumbling, followed after him.

Once they arrived, the six split up and went their separate ways, Alan spotting Syleste's bright pink hair a mile away. He couldn't just go and sit next to her though, could he? Shaking his head, Alan walked to the other side of the stands and took a seat next to Niesha, giving her a polite smile and nod before getting comfortable to watch what was left of the event.

Ky' vie was at it again, dominating the obstacle tower like it was second nature. But then again, Deon, ever the asshole, was looking like he just might pull through, somehow. Conner, Elena, Bexley and Webster were all giving it everything they had, which he could commend given the situation, and found himself rooting for Webster - if only just to have something get under Deon's skin. That would be something worth watching.

♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

Marcel Gates

Location: The Hades Cabin; Camp Half-Blood.
^{Interacting With: Her pet pig, Bacon.}

The sound of running water filled the the small room as Marcel sat sideways on the lip of the bath, adding some soap to the stream to make a small amount of bubbles of the surface of the water in the tub. In the meantime, a tiny black piglet about the size of a cantelope was squealing excitedly, it's little sprial tail wagging back and forth as it maneuvered between her legs, occasionally pausing to try and jump up her leg in an effort to get attention. Stooping to the side a bit, Marcel finally awarded her teacup pig with a light scratch on the head before she scooped it up under the belly and placed him in the shallow, bubbly water.

The sounds were amplified, the color of the soapy water much more prominent - like rainbow oil sliding against each other with a snap crackle pop sound as millions of the tiny bubbles all popped at once. But it was as though time had slowed, and she could hear each and every one in rapid succession. Her head was light, and the room was spinning a bit - not enough to make her sick, but enough for her to feel as though the problems weighing down on her shoulders meant absolutely nothing. Drugs were wonderful. Whether it be by pill, liquid, needle or powder, they always seemed to take that constant edge off of her day-to-day life. At least... it used to. Shit. She couldn't remember the last time she was sober.

Erin was gone, finally. Marcel definitely preferred having the cabin all to herself. It wasn't a matter of space, or anything - she was used to getting locked into closets for hours at a time when she was younger. It was more the fact of privacy. She enjoyed being alone; well, from other human beings, anyway. The company of her teacup pig, bacon, and her egyptian fruit bat, Bruce, was all the company she could ever want and stand.

Bacon used his snout to scoop up some soapy water and tried to flick it at Marcel. Twitching a sort of smile, Marcel gently used her hand to scoop up some water and in return, splashed him back. Bacon squealed, trotting around in small circles in the water before attempting to get back at her once more. A very soft chuckle came from Marcel's throat before she used her hand to scoop up some more of the soapy water and applied it to the pig, rubbing it into his hair and lathered it into his skin. It was a strange thought - pigs having hair. But when wet, Marcel could style his hair just as she would style hers sometimes. Though it was flat today, she began to maneuver his hair around so that his entire back consisted of one very thin, black mohawk that ran all down his spine before ending at his curly little tail.

Washing her pig, Marcel let her thoughts drift. She had to be at the obstacle tower soon - there was supposed to be some sort of announcement given to the whole camp and while Marcel was more than happy to just remain in her cabin for the rest of the day, drawing or reading a book, her absense would definitely be noted. Sighing, Marcel reached into her pocket with her dry hand and pulled a cigarette from a carton before putting the carton back into her pocket. Perching the cigarette between her lips, she searched her opposite pocket for a lighter and lit it, stuffing it back into her black skinny jeans and took a few good puffs. Her opposite hand continued to wash Bacon, ridding him of the small mohawk to ensure that he was clean everywhere.

"Alright. C'mon. Short one today. I got places to be, you little sausage link." Much to the disdain of Bacon, Marcel rinsed him off quickly and picked him up from the tub and set him on the ground on a towel. Keeping her cigarette held between her lips, she stood up and bent over, picking up the towel with Bacon in it and swaddled him tightly, rubbing each side to give him a quick dry before she set him back down and let him loose.

The pig looked as though he had been struck by lightning the way his hair was standing up in every which way, the sight in itself causing a rare smile to spread softly over Marcel's lips. Bacon turned a quick circle and came back to Marcel, hopping up and putting his two front hoofs on her shin.

"I know. I know. C'mon. I can't move with you trying to trip me up every half second." Marcel moved her feet, guiding the little piglet out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where Marcel retrieved a small treat out of a jar and fed it to him. "You be good. I'll be back in a bit. And I swear to Hades if you shit in Erin's room again..." Marcel tried to hide a smile forming in the corner of her lip. "you'll be breakfast tomorrow."

Not exactly waiting for a reply, Marcel turned around and grabbed her black and grey thin jacket, slipping her bony fingers through the arms and pulled up the hood around her head. Exiting the cabin that was shared only by she and her half-sister and three animals, Marcel began the (slow) walk to the obstacle tower, puffing on her cigarette as she did. God she hated crowds.

♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

Alan Carpenter

Location: The Basketball Court; Camp Half-Blood.
^{Interacting With: Others around him.}

Taking a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow with the forefront of his hand, Alan cleared his nose, trying to get in a good breath. Although the basketball court was a fair distance away from the obstacle tower, the sound of it all reached his ears just as if he were sitting in the stands with the majority of the other campers. He had attempted the tower a good handful of times since being at camp. Hell, he had gotten close to winning a few times when Ky' vie wasn't playing for some reason. It was just... too much. The noise, the spectators, the pressure...

Alan preferred a much more laid back approach to things - things on a smaller scale that didn't have so much showboating. Alan didn't need all that to know that he was a good athlete, or to prove that he was any better than someone else. He knew who he was in his heart, and that was okay by him. Once he had tried using his shoes to just fly to the top of the tower and retrieve the ring - Mr. D. didn't think it was too funny.

So since then, Alan made an effort to stick to the sidelines, or away from the tower altogether and work on other things. He shared the same sentiment with a few others in camp - enough to make a three on three men's basketball team. Shirts vs. skins, the teams changed all the time. But it was here that Alan could just have fun for having fun's sake. Here, he didn't have to worry about anything other than maybe a cute little wager made at the beginning of the game every so often. Boys will be boys.

Alan's attention went from trying to catch his breath to looking over his shoulder, back at the obstacal tower. Something big must have happened, because the noise had doubled tenfold, almost making him raise his hands to his ears to save them from rupturing. Though curious as he was, Alan was perfectly content playing a friendly ball game with his friends, and getting in some good exercise to boot.

These little games that the camp had going - the obstacle tower for instance - always showed favor to one house, one way or another. The obstacle tower was designed for the physically fit and cunning of mind. Ares, Hephaestus, Artemis, Tyche (by an unfair default) and hell, maybe sometimes the Eris cabin would excel greatly at it, leaving the other cabins such as Iris and Demeter who had nothing physically or exceptionally calculating going for them. There was capture the flag, which let some of the "littler" guys do some shining, but again, it always seemed to boil down to brute strength. Deon was a perfect example of that. He had more wins than anyone else in camp - then again, he had also been in camp the longest. Chariot races were fun, but again, not for everyone.

Perhaps the most fair activity that showed no favoritism towards any certain cabin was the trial of dreams. Though it didn't happen very often, it was perhaps the one activity Alan made sure he was a part of every chance he got. There was just something about it - the fairness, the unknown, the entirely whimsical aspect of it all... Syleste was an excellent camper to help run the exercise. Perhaps the most disadvantaged of them all given her blindness, she yet still found a way to become something within the camp. Really, a lot of people needed to give her more credit than she was given. Over a hundred campers, and Syleste was hands down the bravest one he had ever met.

Well... "met" wasn't exactly the best word to describe it. He had been at camp for a handful of years now, summers mostly, and he still hadn't been able to actually speak with her. It wasn't that he wasn't given the opportunity, he just felt sort of... intimidated by her. He'd never admit it to anyone, if asked - he knew the kind of flack he'd get for something so stupid. But there was just something about her that made him pause (not to mention make his cheeks turn a soft shade of pink).

Brought out of his thoughts by the ball getting passed over to him to start a new game, Alan shook his head and smiled to his friends, finding his two fellow shirtless teammates and began the game. He was fast, the fastest in the camp to his knowledge thanks to the ability of speed handed down to him by his father. But just like in the games, rules about "no flying shoes" and "no going supersonic" were implied, so he played as anyone else would. In hindsight, the whole thing was rather unfair. In capture the flag, it was perfectly okay for someone like Deon to use their birth-given abilities to manipulate weapons or use their battle prowess to help them get the edge - but Zeus forbid he use his shoes to fly to the top of an obstacle tower.

He was so ready for the next trial of dreams.

♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

Deon Alexander

Location: The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
^{Interacting With: Ky' vie Morgan, Arianna Watson, Jonathan Hamilton and others around him.}

Standing not too far from the fiery-redhead of Hephaestus and the fierce blonde of Dionysus, Deon chuckled quietly to himself, hearing their exchange. His earlier wager with Arianna, though innocent in the way she explained it to Ky' vie, went a lot deeper than that. But it was up to Arianna if she wanted to spout out that little tid-bit of information to her friends; either way, he was a winner. Either he was buying her any bottle of vodka she wanted (that he would use to his advantage to get something a bit more... pleasurable in return from her in her drunken state), or he would get the same results without the alcohol and loss to his bank account... though they would probably end up getting drunk anyway. So really, how could he complain? Granted, he figured any woman would be bursting at the seams to tell any and all about her inevitable hook-up with him, but to each was their own. And Arianna was certainly a different sort of woman. But it wasn't exactly a bad thing; she certainly could be quite the freak in the sheets and that made any girl good in his book, no matter how crazy they were.

Craning his neck to the left, and then the right, a series of loud cracks that went from his neck all the way down to the middle of his back could be heard. He had spent a good amount of time warming up his muscles (a couple beers in between exercises) and his focus was exactly where it needed to be. Moving his attention from the girls to the tower in front of him, Deon's steely-blue eyes narrowed on the structure. Today, he was going to make that damn tower his bitch. There was just one last thing he needed to do.

Carefully, one by one, Deon unfastened the buttons on his blue, cotton-fabric shirt and peeled it off of his body, one arm at a time. He crumpled the fabric together in a sort of ball before tossing it aside, subconsciously (or not) flexing his toned muscles that had been exposed to the gleaming sunlight. Feeling a couple of eyes on him (really, who could blame them?), Deon turned to meet his gaze with a younger camper, probably around sixteen or so, that Deon didn't particularly remember seeing before. Maybe she was new, maybe she had been around for years, Deon didn't know, nor did he particularly care as she was very plain at best. But he indulged by giving her a smug smile and ran his fingers through his dark hair before pointing at her and giving her a slight wink. He never even got the poor girl's reaction as he was already running towards the tower, laughing.

“Hahah..! Good luck everyone… you’re going to need it..!”

Turning his attention to Ky' vie, he instead turned his laughter to her, his eyes rolling a bit before shaking his head.

"I don't need luck when I've got a hundred and seventy pounds of pure skill, baby. But you keep riding that luck thing. Maybe it'll even buy you dinner first one day."

With very little effort, Deon vaulted himself over the thick, metal bars that surrounded the tower and headed for the first rope ladder his eyes landed on. Ducking his head just in time to miss the rotating beams between the ladders, Deon then used the strength of his legs to jump up as far as he could before his hands fastened onto a rung. However, the ladder wasn't completely unoccupied.

Deon squeezed himself by the occupant he believed was named Webster, or something. Personally, he was rather fond of Merriam if the kid was so keen on being named after a fucking dictionary.

"Out of the way, you little shit." Deon used Webster's head as an extra little push with his hand, followed by using his shoulder as a boost with his foot.

The rope ladder was easy. The climbing wall... well... that was another matter. A lot of potential winners lost the entire game because of the damn thing. There were foot and hand holds everywhere, but they moved. Someone could easily push forward one of the holds, making it suddenly appear on the other side and hitting another opponent. On the reverse side, a hold could be pulled out from someone without any warning.

Deon lifted himself up through one of the holes that allowed him access to the platform before the climbing wall. He took a moment or two to analyze it, trying to discern the quickest way to the top. There were others already having a go at it, and failing. He watched as two campers in particular fought over the same foot hold, only for it to be pulled out from under them, forcing them to fall to the platform and through the hole he had just come up and out of. It was only then that he realized that (somehow) Arianna was beside him and rewarded her with a smile.

"I changed my mind, Miami. I don't think you'll last one minute." he challenged with a smirk. Meeting her ass with his hand in a hard slap, Deon then lunged at the wall, taking whatever holds he could manage and began his ascent.

♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

I'll post for Deon on the obstacle tower tomorrow once I figure out what the hell is going on with my laptop. Marcel and Alan will be separate, non-obstacle posts when I get something to type with :)

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~Garrett~

Name: Garrett
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Real Name: Garrett
Age: 33
Occupation: Hermit - Former Stable Boy

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