Camp Half-Blood {RP Thread}(Semi-Advanced)

Within his first weeks of being here, Kazuto had discovered a way to avoid the annoyances of other campers. When you climb onto the roof of a cabin, especially the Ares cabin, no one seemed to notice nor bother you there very often except your half siblings. It was better than locking himself in the bathroom for some alone time. Three years later and it was still the most quiet place he could find to himself. He lay upon it now, dressed in the normal attire for someone like him. A dark red sleeveless shirt with a black logo on the front, jeans, combat boots and who could forget about his nodachi? With his earbuds in he couldn't even hear the campers chatting and yelling at each other below, replaced by music he had downloaded on his iPod. Phones were forbidden here, but that didn't mean he couldn't have some form of entertainment to drown out the dullness.

Rockelle had already been out for sometime. Being an early riser, she had always prefered to hunt in the early mornings and late nights. After walking for several minutes, Ember following loyally behind her, Rockelle had decided to climb up a tall tree, wanting to get a better view of the forest. With her hair tied in a messy bun in the back of her head, and her silver bow poised for attack, she focused on a doe. She suspected that the deer had strayed too far from her herd, distracted by leaves or something. Focusing her aim right on its neck, she closed an eye, and drew the string of her bow as far as her arm could go. Releasing her grip, the arrow shot swiftly and cleanly into the doe's neck. The female deer made a pitiful sound, and fell to the ground in defeat. Watching it writhe on the ground, she still felt unsatisfied. Being here, she hardly ever encountered an extremely satisfying kill. She dropped precariously from the tree, landing on her feet with her knees bent. Ember ran to the deer, barking. "Shh," She lightly scolded. The dog quickly silenced. She unsheathed her bronze dagger, ready to end the deer's misery. She dragged the dagger across its neck, draining most of her blood. She thanked the creature for giving its life to her. Rockelle always made a point to thank the beasts she killed, hoping that one day her actions will be rewarded.

Dragging the now deceased deer behind her, she headed back to Camp Half-blood, Ember eagerly following behind her. Rockelle didn't really know whether or not she could store this in her room, but didn't want it to go to waist.

Xander almost stopped in his tracks he was so surprised. However, he hurried to keep pace with her instead. "Three years?" he confirmed, his eyebrows up in his hairline. He knew most demigods didn't make it three days on their own against the monsters, but three years? "That's hardcore," he said, smiling a little at her. "And... really intense. You must be even tougher than you look if you haven't died yet." He rolled his shoulders and pushed aside a tree branch as he contemplated her. Xander was feeling pretty confident, if she adept enough to survive and fight for three years, that she was a child of Ares. They were apparently the best fighters (though he felt he could best most of them) which would match up well with River's survival levels.

"Oh gosh, but I only have two hands!" Cordelia laughed, quickly trying to come up with an effective way of holding all three baby animals. "Seems like managing these three must be a full time job for you!" she commented to Fay, looking at her breakfast selections. Cordelia also enjoyed star fruit. "Cedar, Ash, and Oak?" she inquired, looked at each animal in turn. "They're all named after trees?" she asked with a smile, thinking it was a cool name scheme to follow.

The edge of their mouth quirked up, and they nodded. "Yeah," Angel answered "Just about to go so if you want to finish eating or something that's fine." They expected the hyperactive son of Ares to finish his breakfast since they always supposed that he would get sidetracked. They themselves did at times, thanks to ADHD, and was nowhere near as hyper as him. Usually they would get annoyed by people who were as hyper as him, at least that was when they were eleven and didn't quite know how dangerous their life could be. Now they found it near hopeful that someone could appear to be so optimistic, and a good few of the campers were that optimistic.
They continued to mess with their small puzzle-cube. They'd halfway finished it, unbeknownst to them. Half the time they messed with the small cube they just ran their fingers over the small scuff marks and grooves.

The music blaring through the earbuds drowned out most of the commotion in the camp, leaving him to just observe their interactions. That's what he did until he had laid down, then which he turned to just watching the sky peacefully. Something hard and rough slammed at full impact on his exposed biscep, feeling more like a slap from his siblings. Those hurt. A stream of curses left his mouth following the impact and his hand instinctly went to the contact point, already it was growing red. "Motherf-" He removed is earbuds with one grab of his hand and abruptly sat up to face his attacker. "What the hell-! Mavis! Seriously!"

((Sorry Pierce has been all antisocial n'stuff. I'm trying to stay true to his character for once because I kinda suck at doing that. And I'm just trying to get back into the habit of writing as well.))
Pierce chuckled to himself as he something finally caught his attention. He had been wandering aimlessly for the most part but this surely brought back memories. The rock climbing wall. It was known that you were usually expected to have someone to spot for you while climbing because the incentives tended to be quite dangerous. Yet he decided he would be fine and walked up to the bottom. There were levels to the walls and one of them made you feel like you were climbing up an actual volcano about to erupt. Now most campers had mastered the wall simply because you sorta have to succeed. Its lava and boulders or falling off from a very high point. Most preferred the latter. He remembered in his first few days he overestimated his skills, something he hardly did and justly so a good portion of his hair was singed making him look like a fool for weeks. Luckily his clothes were fine but he didn't return to that wall for a long time.

Finally he grabbed onto the first part of the wall. He smiled as he heard the rumbling of the wall moving knowing when that noise stopped he would be in for a whole lot of pain. Yet he worried little, every official camp activity he can say pretty confidently he had mastered. And in a flash he flew up the wall, never losing momentum and skipping holds as he moved up. Soon enough he reached he top and the wall had stopped. He made good time certainly having some to spare. Although still felt a small bit rusty and decided he would sharpen his skills tomorrow. For now though he decided to head back to his cabin. Once there faintly noticing the commotion at the Ares cabin but ignoring it regardless. He simply laid down on his bed, thinking and relaxing. Finding it nice to have the quiet cabin all to himself as everyone else was at the mess hall.

Kiara laughs softly. "She's just purring, love. She does that when she's happy." She murmurs. "My daddy sent me to go to camp too, that's so cool!" She smiles at him, as Myaro licks his fingertip.

((Sure Sanctuary! Do you have any specific ideas? Or do you just wanna see what happens?))
Pierce after a decent amount of time inevitably grew bored. He really needed something to do in his downtime. Although for now he just made his way back outside. Today was a bit hotter then usual so he made his way over to the sea. He wasn't a son of Poseidon or anything but he still found it a calming force. It was a good representation of balance, sometimes appearing as a calm and near silent force. And at other times becoming ferocious and brutal engulfing anything that got stuck in it.

Xander blinked. One heart beat slammed between the two before he answered. "What, me? Oh you know... About half an hour by now. Give or take." He wasn't sure how he'd overlooked it, but that was the one thing he had overlooked to fabricate an answer for. Perhaps it was because... Oh, that's right. "Yeah, like I was saying. My mother dumped me off at a road station a little ways since, and I've just sorta been... walking," he finished lamely. Technically, both answers were lies. He'd left home several days ago. But his cab driver had peeled out approximately thirty minutes before, so there was some truth to his answer. The tidbit about his mother though... "Anyway, definitely haven't been out here as long as you," he said with a joking smile as he sidestepped the trunk of a tree.

"Wow, that sounds really neat! Back home, oh that's Maine by the way, there's a stable near where I live, and kids come from all over town to help take care of the horses there, learn to ride them and whatnot," Cordelia chattered conversationally as she reached down to give Ceader and Ash some friendly pets and pats as well. "I'd love to visit the rain forest someday though. You make it sound like such a vibrant place!"

His anger could be clearly seen by the way he folded up the cord to his iPod and stuffed it in his pocket. With a final rub of his sore arm, Kazuto placed his hand against the roof to give him support as he stood. "That doesn't mean hit me with a piece of the roof," He scolded with a hard expression. He was fond of his half siblings, yes, but sometimes they irked him even more than others in the camp. As he carefully walked over to her side of the roof, he made a face at the mention of the Hermes kids. "I bought food from them once, never again. I got a pink tongue and they got a nice, big black eye."

OOC: when you really wanna respond but the character your character is talking with hasn't responded yet
Angel's sheath was angled so they it nearly pointed behind them at a 45 degree angle. The hilt was the only thing of their sword that was visible. A notable detail of the hilt was that it was designed to look like Hades' symbol. The entire symbol looked a lot like a ballerina so they called the round, incomplete circle part of the hilt the arms, that rounded up to the side of the blade and would go over the sides of the sheath. The head-ish part was engraved on what would be a normal hilt and smoothed out to even with the rest of the base where the arms came out. About an inch under the arms though, the "tu-tu" signified where the actual grip of the hilt began. Unlike the normal symbol though, where the "legs" shortened to a point, they were thick and had a little what they called an out-crop at the end so the user's hands wouldn't slip.
Unlike what most people would probably expect of them, Angel wasn't small, or petite, or delicate. They weren't any of those stereotypical adjectives that a stereotypical guy would expect a stereotypical girl (or just someone feminine) to be like. Years of training had left them toned, yet the days outside in the usually not-so-cloudy, which they found disappointing, they were still pale. In the sun the brown in their dark hair actually showed up, and ended up a similar color to their chestnut-colored eyes.