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{{AndrewM|Andrew trekked back onto the thin gravel walk way at the camp. Puffs of thin mist appeared with every breath he released. As much as he would hate to admit it, the frost had begun to get to him through his thick flanel and jeans, but his boots kept them from dragging across the ground and getting wet. That would only prove a bigger inconvenience, and Andrew had not been having the best day for any more of those. His eyes flickered a brilliant blue, as if lightning had been bottled in them. Camp was a setting he missed. Perhaps the only place he felt at home. Time away had made him realise that, and he would do his best to appreciate the only home he's ever had from now on. His feet ached from hours of hiking. After a few nostalgic minutes returning to get some scraps of food from the Dining Pavilion, Andrew found himself a nice bench to rest his weary feet.}} |
{{AndrewM|Andrew trekked back onto the thin gravel walk way at the camp. Puffs of thin mist appeared with every breath he released. As much as he would hate to admit it, the frost had begun to get to him through his thick flanel and jeans, but his boots kept them from dragging across the ground and getting wet. That would only prove a bigger inconvenience, and Andrew had not been having the best day for any more of those. His eyes flickered a brilliant blue, as if lightning had been bottled in them. Camp was a setting he missed. Perhaps the only place he felt at home. Time away had made him realise that, and he would do his best to appreciate the only home he's ever had from now on. His feet ached from hours of hiking. After a few nostalgic minutes returning to get some scraps of food from the Dining Pavilion, Andrew found himself a nice bench to rest his weary feet.}} |
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− | {{BenCarraway|Benny walked back from the Dining Pavilion. Although he was wearing his favourite hoodie, he could still feel the cold on his breath. He slowly inhaled and exhaled, letting out faint wisps of smoke. They made him giggle a little. “Just like a dragon!” He thought cheerfully. Christmas was coming, and he was excited to return home to his dad in Georgia. Normally, they’d have a quiet Christmas with the neighbours, but Ty was coming over with his dad. Humming cheerfully at the idea of seeing his boy-friend again, the son of Hebe saw Andrew sitting on the bench. He looked tired, and maybe a little bit lost. “Umm hai, are you okay? You look a bit lost?” Benny said, putting on |
+ | {{BenCarraway|Benny walked back from the Dining Pavilion. Although he was wearing his favourite hoodie, he could still feel the cold on his breath. He slowly inhaled and exhaled, letting out faint wisps of smoke. They made him giggle a little. “Just like a dragon!” He thought cheerfully. Christmas was coming, and he was excited to return home to his dad in Georgia. Normally, they’d have a quiet Christmas with the neighbours, but Ty was coming over with his dad. Humming cheerfully at the idea of seeing his boy-friend again, the son of Hebe saw Andrew sitting on the bench. He looked tired, and maybe a little bit lost. “Umm hai, are you okay? You look a bit lost?” Benny said, putting on the cheerful smile he reserved for newcomers.|}} |
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Revision as of 15:11, 19 December 2015
The snow had stopped at the midday in Long Island. It had been replaced with a much warmer temperature, and many people were out and about taking advantage of the moment. A familiar figure had returned to the area, one that hadn't been to Camp in a long time.
Andrew Malone ~ Son of Zeus | ||||||||
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"Our's is the fury. Fury burns." |
Andrew trekked back onto the thin gravel walk way at the camp. Puffs of thin mist appeared with every breath he released. As much as he would hate to admit it, the frost had begun to get to him through his thick flanel and jeans, but his boots kept them from dragging across the ground and getting wet. That would only prove a bigger inconvenience, and Andrew had not been having the best day for any more of those. His eyes flickered a brilliant blue, as if lightning had been bottled in them. Camp was a setting he missed. Perhaps the only place he felt at home. Time away had made him realise that, and he would do his best to appreciate the only home he's ever had from now on. His feet ached from hours of hiking. After a few nostalgic minutes returning to get some scraps of food from the Dining Pavilion, Andrew found himself a nice bench to rest his weary feet. | |||||||
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Benjamin "Benny" Carraway ~ Son of Hebe | ||||||||
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"It is with youth as with plants; from the first fruits they bear we learn what may be expected in future." |
Benny walked back from the Dining Pavilion. Although he was wearing his favourite hoodie, he could still feel the cold on his breath. He slowly inhaled and exhaled, letting out faint wisps of smoke. They made him giggle a little. “Just like a dragon!” He thought cheerfully. Christmas was coming, and he was excited to return home to his dad in Georgia. Normally, they’d have a quiet Christmas with the neighbours, but Ty was coming over with his dad. Humming cheerfully at the idea of seeing his boy-friend again, the son of Hebe saw Andrew sitting on the bench. He looked tired, and maybe a little bit lost. “Umm hai, are you okay? You look a bit lost?” Benny said, putting on the cheerful smile he reserved for newcomers. | |||||||
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