Post by Acacia-Jana Evans on Apr 9, 2015 17:45:45 GMT -5
It had been a long day for Acacia-Jana, between the fight with Charlie, and more and more demigods being recruited, and the fact her dad had just been sent to Europe for Air Force work she had been stressed beyond the limit and was looking to find some comfort in practicing with her daggers. After being at camp as a year rounder for almost six years she found different ways every year to entertain herself to keep busy.
When stepped in she tugged on her locket, as if to rip it off and two owl daggers appeared in her hand, fingertips tightening around the handles. The silver and purple metals turning to liquid then hardening. A gift from her mother on her 10th birthday.
She strolled over to the dummies in the corner of the arena, away from everyone else. Brown hair was tied tightly back in a braid, and her gray/brown eyes were fierce and calculating, as if she was constantly trying to figure everything out, she through her first dagger, impaling a dummy in the shoulder then had enough time to turn grab it and pull it out after she through the next impaled another in the gut.
When stepped in she tugged on her locket, as if to rip it off and two owl daggers appeared in her hand, fingertips tightening around the handles. The silver and purple metals turning to liquid then hardening. A gift from her mother on her 10th birthday.
She strolled over to the dummies in the corner of the arena, away from everyone else. Brown hair was tied tightly back in a braid, and her gray/brown eyes were fierce and calculating, as if she was constantly trying to figure everything out, she through her first dagger, impaling a dummy in the shoulder then had enough time to turn grab it and pull it out after she through the next impaled another in the gut.
