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Post by Dawn Summers on Aug 25, 2010 19:13:05 GMT -5
(Before I start, the italics in here are flashbacks.)
She bolts into the clearing, blood running down her face, eyes rolling into the back of her head. A large, wolf-like dog runs beside her. Something is behind. Close behind. Something big.
"Dawn, run!" Her mother. And Dawn does The Thing is there, more felt than seen in all its giant splendor. Her feet slip on the loose stones of the driveway, out of California.
Gasping, she stops to catch her breath. Her back, mostly exposed from the long rips in her simple black dress, brushes against the rough bark of a tree. She jolts forward, the dirt stinging like hell in open wounds.
The last image- a twisted, mangled mess of flesh and bone on the sidewalk- Joyce Summers. A pile of sticks- the house. A looming presence- the Thing.
Crackle! Snap! BOOM! The forest sounds. Not normal. The Thing is close. Dawn is too exhausted to move. She stands, blood mingling with tears on her pale face, blond hair hanging limp and stringy from days of fleeing, her dress tattered and muddy.
A ferry. In all its stinking bliss. But does she have a choice? Long Island, New York. Why here? A hunch. A feeling. A vague notion.
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Ivy Marchen
Artemis/Diana
That's me! The playful Princess!
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Post by Ivy Marchen on Aug 26, 2010 12:29:34 GMT -5
(This made me want to blurt out that I live on Long Island and their is a huge garbage pile here that you can see from a few miles away. I just always wanted to post that. I appoligize.)
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Post by Dawn Summers on Aug 26, 2010 15:51:11 GMT -5
(No problem. But could you rp an answer too?)
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Post by Summer Anderson on Aug 26, 2010 20:51:26 GMT -5
I came out of my cabin in confusion. "What's the noise-who are you?!?"
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Post by Dawn Summers on Aug 27, 2010 7:55:24 GMT -5
Startled but Summer's sudden appearance, she leaps to attention, her crossbow pointed straight at Summer's heart. Her breathing is jagged and uneven from weeks of running, panicking. "Dawn Summers. And you are?"
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~Emmy~
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Post by ~Emmy~ on Aug 27, 2010 11:47:00 GMT -5
Crystal heard something and stuck her head out of the Poseidon Cabin with her sword ready. "Who-wha-huh?"
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Post by Dawn Summers on Aug 27, 2010 17:52:46 GMT -5
More people. Great. Just what she needed. Her eyes narrow into slits.
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Post by Summer Anderson on Aug 28, 2010 14:42:39 GMT -5
I was surprised that she got me trapped so fast. My hand moved slowly to my bolt. "I'm Summer Anderson. Daughter of Zeus."
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Post by Dawn Summers on Aug 28, 2010 14:47:59 GMT -5
She leans forward, caught slightly off guard. "Daughter of Zeus, you said?" Without waiting for an answer she plows forward. "My father is Apollo."
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Post by Summer Anderson on Aug 28, 2010 14:49:48 GMT -5
"Uh huh..." I had my weapon in my hand now. "Well, welcome to camp half-blood..."
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Post by Dawn Summers on Aug 28, 2010 15:27:28 GMT -5
"Camp what!?!"
(Sorry it took so long, I had to make a wolf-skin for school. Fake fur, of course.)
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Post by Summer Anderson on Aug 28, 2010 15:29:33 GMT -5
(Um ok I don't know why you told me that...)
"Camp half-blood. Can you lower your weapon now?" I asked uneasily.
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Post by Dawn Summers on Aug 28, 2010 15:31:22 GMT -5
(I felt like it. Gosh.)
She slowly drops her arm, lowering her crossbow until it points to the ground. "What is this place?"
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Post by Summer Anderson on Aug 28, 2010 15:32:41 GMT -5
"It's a camp for demigods. Half god, half human, like us. They train us so we can fight monsters and stuff."
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Post by Dawn Summers on Aug 28, 2010 15:36:33 GMT -5
"I know what a demi-god is. I've known for a long time. But is that all? Something chases me halfway across the country," A note of hysteria creeps into her voice. "kills my mother, destroys my home, and that's all you have to say? A camp for demi-gods. To train. And kill."
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Post by Summer Anderson on Aug 28, 2010 15:39:07 GMT -5
I backed away in case she went crazy and attacked me. "Yeah, I guess..."
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Post by Dawn Summers on Aug 28, 2010 15:42:18 GMT -5
She notices the move, a classic against her. She's not exactly known as 'stable' back home. She was in a mental institution for a while, overcoming a severe breakdown. Since then, no one had been entirely comfortable around her, and she knew it. "I'm not going to kill you." Calm again.
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Post by Summer Anderson on Aug 28, 2010 15:46:56 GMT -5
"Okay." I said, but I wasn't exactly sure.
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Post by Dawn Summers on Aug 28, 2010 15:49:05 GMT -5
"So now what?" She is utterly defeated. Tired, bruised, and without hope.
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Post by Summer Anderson on Aug 28, 2010 15:50:51 GMT -5
"Well, you should go to the Infirmary now."
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