Do You Know Who I Am? (Open)

It was nice day, as always, at camp with a pleasant, cool breeze to even out the summer heat. Tyler wore only his tan cargo shorts and a blank tank, his hair was styled in its normal fashion; shot up messily in the front but short, about a half inch, on the sides. His black eye patch covered his right eye, forcing him to aim and shoot with the left side of his body. Why he had an eye patch was a different story altogether, but at the present moment it was the eye patch that was causing him problems.

See, Tyler is right handed, but when shooting a bow you need to aim with the eye of the same side that your drawing the bow back with. So basically right arm, right eye. Left arm, left eye. With his right covered however he had to aim with his left eye and therefore draw back with his left arm. This caused a whole series of problems for Tyler, mainly the fact he had to train his left arm from scratch to shoot a bow.

This was his second time out here practicing, his first practice focusing on just drawing the bow back, and now today with just trying to hit the target. He was hitting the board about every other one. Taking a deep breath, Tyler took an arrow, drew back, and fired. The arrow sailed with intense speeds making a bee line for the target. At that last moment it dipped and, still hitting the board, hit the target about a foot from the center. Frowning in concentration, Tyler took out a second arrow, drew back, and fired. He didn't see her until after the arrow left his bow.

Tyche was with him today as the arrow flew right by the girl nearly missing her and striking the target, again about a foot off from the center. Out of all this what caught Tyler off guard the most was how the girl blamed Him for her nearly walking into his arrow. Not even remotely close to apologizing for this girl's recklessness, Tyler yelled back "Hey yourself! Who walks into the middle of an archery range when arrows are flying!" Giving the girl an extremely irratated glare.

This would be the moment when her manager would give her that look, basically saying dont do it. But just like if he were here, she didn't really care.

"Who shoots an arrow with only one eye? Heck who shoots an arrow anymore?"

Taking a deep breath, Penelope began to reconsider her actions. It was a small voice in the back of her head, like a whisper...ok a mumble but she still heard it. They probably knew more about this camp and where she is. They might be able to get her to a phone and she can call her people to pick her up and sue the crap out of this place.Rubbing her hands on her ugly pants, Penelope put on her best poker face and looked ashamed.

"You know what, I'm sorry. I wasn't looking, I just don't know where I'm at or where I'm going. This is all new and confusing, and I'm just sorry."

Penelope's voice caught at the end and she tried to fight back tears. The emotion was real, kinda.

(damn! I typed up a paragraph and it didn't post :c )

Alyssa nodded over at Tyler. "D-don't worry, It'll be fine. You're actually safer here than any other place on earth. I know personally it doesn't seem like it at first, but you'll see soon enough." Alyssa tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "Believe it or not, if you're physically here, you are a demigod, meaning you are a son or daughter of a god or goddess. At this camp, at this side of the USA, they are gods and goddesses from Greek mythology. Have you met our camp activities director Chiron?" She explained it all as gently as she could, but Alyssa was a generally honest person and sugarcoating and lying didn't come easy to her.
"Excuse me for not having introduced myself. I am Alyssa Navario, daughter of Athena, goddess of wisdom and battle strategy. Plus owls and olives." She half-smiled.

'Penelope Barns...' The name sounded familiar but for the life of him Tyler could not figure out where he recognised the name from. Putting the thought aside for now, Tyler introduced himself "Right I'm Tyler son of Nemesis, "

Penelope's next words completely confused him though and Tyler placed his hand on his chin, stroking the few black hairs that had appeared over the last couple of days, pondering what she said. Making a mental note to shave later, Tyler shot Alyssa a glance at this new information. "Well... that's alright. It's hard to accept that the old gods are still around. Hell, I had a hard time at first too." He admitted, scratching the back of his head now. His ADHD was kicking in big time now and he was finding that he was having a hard time figuring out what to do with his hands. "Usually Chiron explains all of that. Didn't the person who brought you here tell you to u to talk him?" He asked thourouly perplexed. 'Unless she was mortal, but then how she get into camp?' He wondered, resting both hands on the back of his neck now.

These guys are not going to help her and just like every other time, she needed to help herself. They are too caught up in this fairy tale. Being the children of gods? That's only something you watched on tv or read about. It's fake, not real.

"How do you know? What makes you think I'm the daughter of some God?"

How are they going to act like they knew who her parents were. Nobody knows and they are not about to find out. Her family is apart of the past and she is not looking back. Just like this camp is about to be.

Alyssa nodded, asking further as she was careful while she studied the girl's looks. No telltale signs of her parentage: No Elfish ears and facial features of a Hermes child, No Gray eyes of an Athenian teenager, No burly and muscled body shape of an Ares kid.
One of the hardest and most sensitive questions to ask a demigod is who their parents are- Mortal or God. Many demigods didn't have a great relationship with their mortal families, such as Alyssa- the daughter of Athena wasn't too badly a stubborn young lady and knew well how to forgive and forget, but she refused to ever see her mortal father or mortal half-sibling during her short life as a half-blood, which she would dream of reaching 20 full years.
"Do you know either your mother or father?" She asked, biting back the pain of that question. She personally disliked talking of her parentage too much, yet here she was asking someone about theirs.

Tyler gave Penelope a concerned look.  "I'm not saying you can't leave, I mean no one's really forcing you to stay, but it's really not in your best interest,"  He explained slowly choosing his words carefully.  "You see, this place is like a safe haven for people like me and Alyssa, and believe it or not you too.  This place it keeps the..."  But Tyler stopped his words there.  He was about to say monsters but he knew that if he said that, this girl would probably label him as a looney and probably stupid for hiding from a bunch make believe creatures.  He would have to explain this in a different way.

Pulling back the sleeve on his left arm of his tank, Tyler revealed a scar in the shape of a disfigured diamond.  The scar was still somewhat red because he had received it relatively recently but it was not in need of bandage anymore so he didn't see the reason of covering it anymore.  Pointing at it with his free hand, he looked Penelope in the eye and very seriously said, "You see there are 'people'," He techniquely wasn't lying, some monsters were people kinda, "that want us dead and this place keeps us safe from those 'people' and help us train against him."  He still sounded a bit crazy but not as bad as if he had came out with the full truth.