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Offspring Of Death (open) Apr 12, 2015 15:54:52 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy on Apr 12, 2015 15:54:52 GMT -5

I watched as Roxy gave Yin a check up after the young boy had slipped out of consciousness. I'd developed a fascination for watching her work after having spent some time with her in the infirmary.
Roxy's curt response to Kaisers question earned her a smirk on my end. I looked at the hardwood floor of the infirmary in attempt to conceal the amused smile that had etched itself across my mouth before bringing my gaze to meet Kaiser's heterochromic glance, resulting in me biting down on my bottom lip to cease my grin awkwardly.
Kaiser pulled up a chair and I followed suit, crossing the room to make my way towards a hospital bed placed beside the one Yin slept on. I sat down, clasping my hands together and watched as Kaiser poked Yin's mouth with the straw placed neatly in the glass of nectar.
"Dude. How's that gonna' get him to drink?" I questioned, an eyebrow raised at Kasier's method. The grey haired punk with the angular face regarded me with a lengthy stare.
"You got any better ideas?" He finally asked, after having looked me up and down skeptically. I looked from Kaiser, to the passed out Yin, and back to Kaiser before I decided to leave it alone. Kaiser continued his straw poking with a grunt.
"So what's his name?" Roxy asked, leaning against the counter and looking on at Yin from afar with curiosity dancing in her eyes.
"He said his name is Yin," I answered. "He's not much of a talker... Kaiser and I only just met him across the border a while ago," I answered. "All we know is that he's been living homeless for a while... And that he's also got a scary bird who likes staring into your soul while you're trying to hold a conversation." My mind briefly began to wonder about how Fi$h and Rafa were holding up outside. I prayed to the gods that Fi$h had decided to stalk off and go lurk in the shadows like he usually did. I took the fact that we hadn't heard a disruptive scuffle outside yet as a good sign.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it felt like forever. Waiting for someone to come back to consciousness was kind of like watching grass grow. My eyes had swept around the infirmary more times than I could count. I hadn't noticed before, but my thumbs had been twiddling as my hands yearned for something to do. I would usually hum under my breath in a situation like this, but I figured Kaiser might snap my neck if I started. Unable to hold still, I hunched over and lifted my hand to my chin, resting my jaw in my palm as I directed my gaze to Yin, watching the pale kid's chest rise and fall with his sleeping breaths. I hoped he was getting the rest he deserved. When we had gotten to the border, it had seemed like the kid had fought like hell to get here. At least, that's what his sharpened reflexes had told me when he had pointed his sword at my throat, and now what his weak state was telling me. I wondered what he could have been dreaming about. With his dark demeanor and reserved personality leaving him so mysterious to me, it seemed impossible that I could even begin to think about what went on in the younger child's mind.
"I wonder who his Olympian parent is," I wondered out loud. Yin had said something about knowing who his parent was when I had suggested bringing him to the Hermes cabin, but he'd never let Kaiser and I in on the little bit of information. Usually I wouldn't really care about these things, but the fact that Yin knew and hadn't given an answer just plucked at my curiosity like fingers on a Spanish guitar.

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Offspring Of Death (open) Apr 13, 2015 11:30:39 GMT -5

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In his sleep Yin didn't dream, he remembered. Pictures and flashes of memories he had long since pushed to the back of his mind, flickered before him, too blurry to make much sense. The voices he heard was distant and incoherent, and it was absolutely impossible to hear what was being said. The many sounds was a mix of high and low and sudden moments of silence, as if someone turned the sound on and off. Faces swam in front of him, disappearing and reappearing, their mouths moving but without sound. Yin paid them no heed, he had dreamt this so many a time now that he longer bothered with trying to hear what was being said, nor did he need to. He already knew what they whispered to him, he already knew were the sound came from and the pictures and the flashes. He knew what they all meant, because he had experienced it all before. Experienced the pain, the grief and the few moments of laughter and happiness, however fake they had been. Even so, it still pained him to re-experience it all, old wounds being reopened. However, he would not let the wounds stay open for long.
After many years how horrid nightmares of his past, he had created a technique that would allow him to shut out the memories, both in the waking world and the dream world, though the latter was much more difficult and time consuming. The technique was that he would imagine walls closing in the dreams and locking them up in his mind, as well as trying to replace them with something else. Most commonly it was the thought of training he chose to put in the empty space left by the dream. He imagined the exhaustion that came with training and how his body ached for every move made and how every muscle screamed in protest when he so much as lifted his pinky finger. Focusing on that always helped and it was a good way to come back to the world of the living.
Yin's eyes slowly opened, but when he realized he had been mumbling "Mariam" in his sleep, his eyes shot up and immediately jumped out of the bed and stood shakily on his feet, lowering his body into a defensive position. His eyes scanned his surroundins in alarm and he reached instinctively for his sword, his hand closing around it's hilt Every muscle in his body was tense in the expectation of danger, but he eased slightly when he realized he was in the infirmary. Yin's eyes narrowed so slightly when he found that he had a strange taste in his mouth. It didn't take him long to realize that what he was tasting was ramen. "What did you give me?" he looked suspiciously at Kaiser, noting that he held a cup with some strange yellow liquid in it. He clenched his hand tighter around the hilt, unsheating it slightly. "Who's she?" he tilt his head towards the girl, casting a brief glance her way before looking back at Kaiser. He did not like this at all.

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Offspring Of Death (open) Apr 25, 2015 0:57:30 GMT -5

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Post by Porter on Apr 25, 2015 0:57:30 GMT -5

Fletch sat next to me as I swirled the straw against the glass, watching the ice cubes float freely around the nectar. With the other hand, I impatiently drummed my fingers against my knees to a beat in my head, occasionally looking up to Roxy to see what weird medical concoction she was fiddling with. For some reason, I fought the itch to get up and leave Yin to the medics. We've already done what we could, what's the point in waiting around anymore? It was obvious Roxy wanted us to stay, but someone else's will has never kept me from doing things before. There was something about Yin that made me want to figure out what he was all about, why he was so reserved, what he was hiding.
Fletch finally broke the silence with a question, asking about Yin's godly parent. It was a bit strange that a demigod deliberately avoided mentioning the identity of their godly parent, especially in a camp where halfbloods carry their parent's identity like a nametag.
"Maybe it's something embarrassing, like Iris." I pointed out in amusement.
I knew that probably wasn't the real reason that we weren't told Yin's godly parent. He's revealed the bare minimum about himself, that's just another part of him he chose to tuck away with him. It's not like we won't figure it out later when he actually gets accommodated to his respective cabin, but his method of socializing is one I can understand: say as little as possible unless it's something important enough to mention. I usually go by this philosophy, although only to an extent, comparatively to Yin. I hate to admit it, but he'd probably beat me in the 'least likely to have problems with Twitter's wordcount limit' award. I wasn't really caught up in the whole godly identity thing, but I would be lying to say that I didn't think it was important in Yin's case. I'm sure it was his godly powers that probably got him into enough trouble to turn out the way he did. I had a hunch about who it could be, despite my limited knowledge of Greek mythology. With the boy having a worse time out in the real world than most people, not to mention that raven he brings around with him that reeks of omens and death more than he does, seemed to be indicators to a certain god in particular.

As if someone up in Olympus was listening to my previous thoughts of wanting to uncover more dirt on this kid, he began to murmur something in his sleep. I leaned forward a bit to try and catch what he was saying. Marry him? May's in? No, it's a name. Marian, or maybe Mariam. I crinkled my eyebrows together. How important could a Mariam be to a 10-year-old's subconscious? I didn't have much time to ponder, however, as Yin suddenly shot up from his bed. I arched my back, leaning away from Yin as to not get hit in the face by his sudden movements. He reached for his sword and I silently cursed under my breath for forgetting to take it away from him while he was asleep. He seemed to relax after a few seconds, and I released my grip off the hilt of my own sword.
"That's nectar." I replied to Yin's question. "It tastes like whatever your favorite meal is."
I remembered the first time I drank nectar, Charlie used to have it in soda fountains scattered around the Motel, next to the diet Coke and Fanta. It tasted like breakfast nachos. I really like Denny's Diner.
"Relax, it'll only kill you if you drink too much of it." I realized my answer was pretty vague, but there really wasn't any specific limit that I knew of for drinking amount. "Uh, just when your stomach is feeling a bit too warm for comfort is usually when you should stop."
Yin still didn't look satisfied, and his hand was still clenched on his sword as he eyed Roxy.
"She's one of the medics here." I replied.
Roxy's head lifted once she realized the attention was concentrated on her, possibly with a sword threat. She managed a polite smile, her eyes warily drifting towards Yin's sword.
"I'm Roxy Torres, from the Apollo cabin. Also not here to kill you." Her voice was soft and calm, as if talking to a patient that didn't actually look ready to jab her in the organs with a weapon. "In fact, I'd like to think that I'm pretty decent in doing the opposite."
At this point, Roxy's walked over towards the bed, a clipboard in hand. "If you don't mind me asking, how are you feeling? Do you have any sort of nassau or heartburn? Drinking too much ambrosia can lead to that, you know, before the incineration part. Also if you have any medical conditions or open wounds, it would be a good idea for me to know."
I raised my eyebrow's at Roxy's professionalism. I've seen her in battle, she's a chicken shit. It's almost jarring in contrast to see her work in the infirmary with such confidence. My eyes looked over to Fletch, who at this point probably had something dumb to say. Or would suggest something helpful like registering Yin at camp or telling him about camp life.

It can go either way, like a flip of a coin.

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Offspring Of Death (open) Apr 25, 2015 14:42:18 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy on Apr 25, 2015 14:42:18 GMT -5

At first I was glad that Yin had stirred from his sleep, but as he woke up his reaction made the energy of the room tense. As he pulled at the hilt of his sword with his black-eyed sights set on Roxy, I re-positioned my fingers on my bow, holding it beside me with it's bottom limb set on the ground and the string facing me. The fingers on my right hand twitched as my first reaction was to grab for one of the fletched arrows that sat neatly in my quiver. I resisted my conditioned response, keeping in mind that if I were to react threateningly, it would drive Yin to react in defense. The young boy was already nervous about his surroundings. Pulling an arrow from my quiver, or possibly just making the motion to do so might set him off. Instead, I let Kaiser and Roxy take the wheel on this one.

Kaiser explained in his usual vague way, which made me glad that Roxy was here. She took on the professional demeanor I had seen her adopt around patients as she expanded on Kaiser's explanations, if you could call them that.
Almost as if he'd heard my thoughts, from the corner of my eye I saw Kaiser look my direction, with an almost expectant gaze. I turned my head to meet his gaze before returning to look in the direction of Yin.

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?" I asked casually. "Who's Maria?" I kept my eyes glued to Yin, not sure if I should have thrown in that question among the more important sounding ones Roxy had asked, but I'd figured since we're asking questions...
Before Yin had jerked from his sleep in an aggressive way, Kaiser had leaned in to make sense of the words that Yin muttered. I too had strained my ears to hear what the boy had to say. It was only one name. I wasn't sure if I'd heard him right either, so I hoped he'd know what I was talking about.
With curious eyes widened, I looked at him expectantly to hear his reaction.

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Offspring Of Death (open) May 2, 2015 3:26:18 GMT -5

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As Kaiser answered Yin's question, he kept his eyes locked on him, slowly straightening his stance as he calmed down. The strange taste in his mouth was almost gone now, to his relief. He didn't like that they had given him something in his sleep without him knowing, especially if that something was a nectar that could kill you if you drank too much of it. He frowned a bit whilst he checked if his stomach felt warmer than usual and instantly relaxed further when he realized it was it's normal temperature.

Yin still kept his hand clutched around the hilt of his sword, but he was slowly loosening the grip, not enough for it to be visible though, his knuckles was pretty white from having clutched it for so long.

He turned his attention to the girl as she introduced herself as Roxy Torres, a daughter of Apollo. Her voice was calm and slightly soothing, it made him calm down even further, but before he could fully calm down, he shook it off, reminding himself that he didn't know any of these people well enough, nor did he trust them. Even though he knew they wouldn't hurt him, he still couldn't let himself relax. All the years on the street had made it nearly impossible for him to relax around anyone in fear of them being a monster or other.

Yin narrowed his eyes thoughtfully to Roxy's questions, slowly and methodically checked for any of the things she mentioned. Once done, he shook his head, “No, I am fine” he looked over at Kaiser briefly before looking back at Roxy. “No medical condition either” he added, slightly sour. She is asking a lot of questions.

Yin had dropped out of his defensive stance, though his hand was still around the hilt of his sword. He eyed Fletch as he spoke, a glint of anger and grief in his eyes as he mispronounced Mariam's name, but it was only there for a few seconds before it disappeared behind Yin's emotional mask. “It's Mariam, and as for who she is, it is none of your business” his voice was calm and controlled when he spoke, but in reality he was having a hard time not snapping at the guy. Hopefully, they didn't notice. “It's just a name” he murmured, more to himself than to anyone else, making it sound like he tried to convince himself of that.

Shaking his head, he straightened himself up and looked at the three others in turn, “What now?” he asked, only half-interested in their answer. He had a pretty decent idea of what would happen, they would most likely ask him about his parentage and then he would most likely get claimed and sent to his cabin. If by any chance he didn't get claimed, well, then he would have to have a talk with his dear father. You better claim me, what's the point of sending me here if you'll just ignore me, huh?