#fleecestart

[zevaxhall-blog]

zeva knew the summer had already started, but she hadn’t managed to convince her mom to let go (and not join her, not that she’d be allowed across camp borders) until just recently, but as soon as she’d been able, zeva was on a plane across the country and on a bus to montauk. the cab driver thought she was a little weird for wanting to be dropped off in front of a random strawberry field, but a good tip had stopped him from asking questions. 

so zeva took her bags - a small suitcase with clothes and a humongous duffel with all her various prostheses and folding wheelchair for when she was feeling super lazy - and hiked up the hill and across the border. she’d dreamed about this day ever since she learned what camp half-blood was. her mom hated her for going (she was clingy and just... had some issues), but zeva knew this was where she belonged. on her way down to the main house (she assumed that was where she was supposed to go?) she tripped on a rock and lost hold of the giant duffel, which rolled down the hill. “my legs!” she exclaimed, not realizing that it wouldn’t make sense to anyone else, especially since she had long pants and sneakers on.

[jeannexhurst-blog]

Jeanne was pushed to the dirt by someone and she soon found herself covered in dirt. She was ready to blow up.

“Ugh! Thanks for the heads up but you really didn’t need to do that!”

Despite the minotaur that had been following her since miles away and attempting to kill her, it was a nice evening to take a stroll around the camp if only she doesn’t look like a pig that just came out of the dirt.

[austingeller]

“You’re out past curfew,” Austin noted, pointedly looking at his watch--though it absolutely did not tell time, “better get back to your cabin before the harpies come for ya.”

“By the way? Your stealth skills could use some work.”

[thunderouschaos]

       to say that sword fighting was not audelia’s strongest trade would be an understatement. she found swords to be much too heavy and generally prefers the closer proximity she gains when using daggers. that being said, the blonde’s temper plays an important role in training. after losing another fight the girl tore her helmet off and tossed it aside, running a hand through her hair she scanned the crowd, shooting glares at anyone who seemed to be stifling a laugh. storming to the weapons table she nearly body checked one of the people who had been waiting for their turn to battle. “how about you fucking watch it?” she sneered, knowing very well she was in the wrong.

[josiexashford-blog]

Considering Josie was so quick on her feet and seemingly made to be able to fight, the dark haired girl didn't really enjoy the more violent activities camp had to offer. Having spent the morning training with swords, she'd spent the better half of the afternoon icing a badly sprained ankle whilst she waited for the Ambrosia to fully heal her, after she'd hesitated in making a swipe at her sparring partner. She sat on the grass, her leg set straight out in front with the ice perched on her ankle. Glancing up, Josie smiled, raising her eyebrows. "Can I help you?"

[rowanofnike]

“I was planning to get some more training in, actually. Why? Do you need me for anything,” Rowan turns to the other. “Is there something I can do for you?”

[heatherkeys]

The smell of familiarity filled Heather’s nostrils walking around the dining pavilion, looking for the best table to pull up a seat. Such a rarity to find the place nearly void of her fellow campers, but she missed the loud chatter and shouting that normally bounced off the walls. She had made a small… small sacrifice to her father today in the form of half an orange, which she considered generous enough. After all, what did he expect? A full twinie ?? Heather nearly scoffed at the thought. He would have to come down to camp and fight her for such a prize… As Heather mulled over how that fight would pan out, she hardly noticed when she had plopped down across from someone. A second or two passed till she registered there was someone near by and finally looked up, “ mind if i sit here ?? s'place is seriously creepy when it’s this empty, amiright ?? “ 

[xjialun-blog]

“It’s a win-win. You can get in your archery practice, and I can practice using my powers — what do you say?” He glanced down at his hands, pursing his lips. I need more control. Luck, as always, was capricious to work with, but Jialun was desperate to refine his grasp on it.