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[jacksonthewise]

Settling into a new place was always hand and settling into a group of demi-gods who’d had so much...history and adventures under their belts was more than a little intimidating, even to Jackson. It was far from his easy life in New York and- well perhaps that was the point of all this. The Pali house had been...an interesting place to sleep for the last night and there was still that moment of wandering just where he was when he woke up.  A unfamiliar sense of location brushing over.  Jackson wandered down into the main room with a little brush of his hand though his long hair- giving a little scratch to the back of his head-  as he wore only a pair of loose sweatpants that hung low around his waist, the rest of his well muscled body on display as he gave a little yawn.

There’s a little tilt of his head as he heard noise behind him from inside the cabin living and a knock at the cabin door. 

Really, what was he going to go for here? 

[healedserpent]

The Ambrosia, why was it necessary? He knew that stepping into the camp meant risks, but encountering a functional and running space, filled with men of various ages? They’d be foolish to take Julian in without any hazing ritual. Down the Olympus-sworn delicacy and out come the nightmares.

At least, that’s what his first day at camp went like. Having miraculously survived the night and what hallucinogenic dream that followed, Julian’s mind was fatigued in a way that rivaled his days juggling school and residency. Torn from brightly lit halls and the forlorn look his papers would give him at home, Julina’s eyes felt better, too. 

Breakfast was uneventful as it seemed and brought up the question of seating: where would he go? The Doctor-to-be was used to eating by his lonesome, yet a feeling of companionship scratched and gnawed at him. He needed to find a friend--acquaintance, at the very least. Dining buddy? Sure. 

“Mind if I join you? I’m afraid I haven’t made any friends of myself yet,” he cocked his head aside, flashing a wearied smile while a laugh followed his words. Tired he may be, but Julian retained his humor. 

[maximus-bruin]

He was hurting, and he didn’t know how to make it stop. The throbbing in his head and in his arm were starting to become too much for him. Whatever that man did to him, it was eating at him from the inside out. Maximus clenched his jaw tightly as he pressed himself back against the tree. It hurt, it hurt so much. He just wanted it to stop. The young demigod screamed in pain as he clutched his head, black tendrils and shadows spilling out from his hands. Unbeknownst to him, the shadows were slowly materializing into the familiar glittering wolf, the supposed power granted to him by his guardian. But the nightmare was untamed, growling and baring its teeth as it circled around Maximus protectively. Bright blue eyes glowered at the passing demigod while the son of Hypnos cried out from the migraine.

“Stay... away from me...” he panted, tears rolling down his eyes as the nightmarish wolf growled once more. “I said stay the fuck away from me!” Maximus screamed, his eyes shut tight from it all.

[arinowickib]

he is filled to the brim with rage. a burning sensation against his cheeks only to be washed away by the strongest of aphrodisiac in the form of honeydew ambrosia. ari doesn’t want to feel as the dark skies churn closer to the morning, he still feels cursed. a quest where he was made a fucking fool. a moment squandered and laughed at, a new ally taken. what was he even good for?

and so with those haunting thoughts, ari nursed his shattered knuckles and took a swig of his ambrosia while sitting on a bench overlooking the lake of the lost sorrows. tears welling in his eyes from the hurt and from the anger. he was worthy and thought he had more to him and yet, it still wasn’t enough. 

[nightlyarrows]

open starter 

the pair of black wings that he was wearing took a little getting used to, but it wasn’t as bad as to what he was wearing underneath his clothing. that was something that the demigods weren’t going to have the privilege of seeing. tristan finished setting up the dart board that he had brought with him and took a couple of the darts in his hand. he gave some to the next demigod that was going to pass him and plastered a soft smile on his face. “i know it’s valentine’s day and this is a party, but what do you say to a little match?” just because they were having fun didn’t mean they had to get rusty. they did this at bars and whatnot, so it would still be a fun way to let loose. “come on, show me what you got.” 

[asher-isontime]

To say this entire situation was a shit storm of overwhelming nonsense would have been an understatement. Just last week he was in Chicago, sitting in the director’s box at the world premier of his mother’s play. Now? Well now Asher had no idea where he was really. Camp Halfblood sounded like the name of some freaky commune you went to to get away from the world, not save it. Still, after what happened last night, and everything Hermes told him, he knew that there had to be some truth to it, despite how ridiculous it all sounded.

The son of Cronus wandered through the woods, cell phone in hand, raised above his head. While the Satyrs were busy moving the truck load of luggage into his cabin, Asher had decided to let his friends back home know he hadn’t been abducted. Though to be fair, not that he thought about it, he kinda was.  Hazel eyes squinted into the screen, searching for just one bar, one bar to pop up. He didn’t remember seeing any cell towers in on the way, but there had to be something. They couldn’t be cut off from the outside world there. Could they?

Never one to give up all that easily, the demigod wandered through the camp, and absentmindedly down a path that lead to the lake. He hopped on of a large bolder over looking the water, waving his arm like a monkey trying to catch a signal. It wasn’t until he saw someone approach out of the corner of his eye did he finally let his arm rest. “Hey, can I barrow your phone? Mine isn’t getting any service. Fucking at&t,” he huffed, offering a half smile before finally tucking his phone in his pocket. “I’m Asher, by the way.”

[theatomichero]

It all started after he took a sip from that accursed goblet. His first taste of ambrosia was traumatic to say the least. Then the noises began... they wouldn’t stop. Jared liked to think he was a social person. But right then and there all he wanted to be was alone. He could hear everyone’s thoughts. One would be able to presume how that had the potential to drive any man to insanity. He at first tried to block them out with music, turning the dial up to an almost deafening volume. When his attempts proved futile, he ran to the most secluded section at camp. Away from the hustle and bustle of the main settlement. 

Jared leaned back on the bark of a tall tree and fell to a sitting position, hands still pressed against his ears. At last, peace and quiet. He blinked the last of his tears away and sighed, exhausted. His first day in Olympus has been nothing but a mental and emotional hell so far. Jared only wondered how he could possibly sleep with his psychic radio turned on twenty-four seven. He tried not to concern himself with such matters and instead basked in the blissful silence. It didn’t take long for someone to come along, their voice instantly breaching his mind space. Frustrated beyond belief, he got up and practically screamed at the stranger. “Oh my gosh! Can you like ― stop thinking so damn loud?! GAH!” 

[phillipbrx]

Trying to rationalize the last few days has been one of Phillip's greatest struggles. He never really been an anxious person -- his mind was used to over-analyze everything and make sense out of uncommon situations... But he was never really prepared for the news he received when he ended up in Mount Olympus. He also never thought his body would be able to survive to the pain he felt when he drank the pink liquid from the chalice Hermes handed him... Phillip has never been the type of guy to sit on his potential, and knowing drinking a sparkly liquid would awaken dormant potentials, he didn't really give himself the possibility to think twice about it. He took a large gulp from the golden cup. Lip hallucinated things that felt terribly wrong and could scar his soul forever. However, lying in bed in Hawaii trying to fall asleep, he realized that what messed with him the most was how Angry he felt. There was something burning inside of him, something he knew could easily consume him at any given moment... A burning rage, dormant (for now) but he knew it was there, and he thought it was better for him to try to hide that side of his personality to the other demigods. As much as he liked to look calm and collected, his personality is merely an example of an apple falling from the tree and landing closer to the trunk that he’d like to admit. Damn you, Poseidon. Kicking the blanket off his heated up body, he decided to stop fighting his insomnia and leave the luxurious hotel that felt nothing like home. He put his black denim shorts on and a grey tshirt that made his muscular arms look incredible, before leaving his room. He didn't know where he was heading, but he knew he needed to stop obsessing over the trial he was going to attend.

‘‘Hey! ------ you,’‘ he felt stupid for not being familiar with their name, yet. Phillip was also surprised they were out of their room this late at night. ‘‘Can I ask you a question?’‘ He sucked on the side of his lip before flashing them a small apologetic smile.