#open starter 01

[oceaneyesjasper]

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     Jasper looked up from his sketchbook when he heard footsteps entering his cabin, lips stretching into an amused smirk. “Ah, so they really did bring everybody back, huh?” He wasn’t surprised, more...entertained. While not the most social person at Camp Half-Blood by any means, Jasper preferred it when the place was crowded. The more people he had to spar against, the harder he could push himself. “When did you get here?” he asked, pushing the sketchbook back to it’s spot underneath his bed before he rose from the floor. “I’m so insanely bored. People have been showing up for days but nothing is happening around here. Want to make something happen around here?”

[chasingawholenewstory]

❝ I never believed in this stuff before, you know? I mean, the world had its own monsters, they were just human, but they were the stuff of nightmares. Then one day, I’m walking through my living room and then I’m standing in the middle of the woods. ❞ Shaking his head in disbelief, Lax rubbed at his chin, still coming to terms with it. ❝ Thought they’d have thrown me back or something. Apparently they want a journalist to write their stories, keep the public image good or fearful or some shit. I don’t even know what I’m doing here. ❞     

[hunterwithfire]

❝ They really thought that we’d just fall back with our arms and legs open for some idiot with the same mark as us, didn’t they? ❞ the woman growled to no one in particular, her thick accent clinging to the words. ❝ Monsters are for killing. That’s all. I don’t bow down to them or take them home with me. ❞ Though home wasn’t really an option. She’d seen the flyers with her name, her face. The Council wanted her and those like her to be brought in and to answer for their insubordination. Or that was how they seemed to see it. ❝ You get branded yet? ❞