Broken Pride, Broken Bones (CLOSED)

Drowned in her own focus, Quintyn almost hadn't heard the feminine sounding voice that spoke to her as she climbed. To be honest, she probably wouldn't have heard it if the voice hadn't been telling her where to put her feet. Quintyn allowed herself to break concentration briefly, laying her gaze on a familiar looking brown haired, green eyed girl that climbed beside her. Quintyn knew she'd seen the girl around camp before. She was a daughter of Demeter that went by the name of Addy, a couple years her junior maybe. Still, she'd never spoken two words to the younger girl, and that's exactly what forced a defiant fire to roar inside of her chest at Addy's suggestions.
Quintyn cocked an eyebrow and narrowed her intense eyes slightly before giving a reply that oozed sarcasm with every word.
"I've got it, thanks." Quintyn wasn't one to appreciate advice given by people she hardly knew. She hadn't asked for Addy's help, so why on earth would she take it?

Quintyn directed her gaze forward once more, trying to get her head back in the right space. She had almost looked too late, and was met by the close encounter of a large rock hurdling towards her menacingly. With no time to plan her next movement, Quintyn hurled herself to the side, jumping from the rocks she had previously gripped to a new set much more unfamiliar to her. The daughter of Athena grunted as the palms of her hands began to sting. With her slightly ungraceful leap, she'd managed to tear them up with scrapes in her desperate grapple for more supports to hold. Knowing that she was lucky to have escaped such a close impact, Quintyn tried her best to ignore all distractions, but she couldn't help but burn with annoyance as she recognized that it would have been much easier dodging that bullet had she not been distracted by the new stranger giving her climbing advice.
"Maybe you should focus on your own climbing and not mine," Quintyn muttered harshly under her breath, hoisting herself up as best she could. Her body seemed to protest her movements through the ache in her muscles and the sharp pains on her palms, though the adrenaline that pumped through her body allowed her to push her limits further.
Quintyn realized quickly that she was slowing down, feeling once more the threatening heat from the lava that rose in haste to meet her. She continued to grip near by rocks, pulling herself up despite how tired she began to feel. When she brought her grey-eyed stare towards the top of the wall, she realized that she was about half way up. The recognition caused her hope to flutter once again, and motivated her easily to keep going. She was half way to her goal of reaching the top.

(OOC: Hey, just a heads up, seeing as Addy started climbing after Quintyn, it's a bit unrealistic she'd make it to the top that quickly... Even if Addy is good at climbing (which should not be linked to her abilities as a child of Demeter, because they're not known for their climbing skills) the wall is an incredibly challenging structure that should pose SOME sort of difficulty, even for the most experienced climbers. You also didn't give me a chance to get Quintyn up to the top of the wall, you just assumed that Addy would get up there faster than Quintyn...
I'm sure you didn't mean to, but it kind of comes across as powerplay. :c )

(Thaaaaaank you :) )
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As Quintyn clung to the wall she felt her limbs begin to shake. She deducted that the cause of this was fifty percent her fatigue, and another fifty percent her frustration towards her new climbing partner. Quintyn sucked in all of the air she could as she pressed herself against the wall to avoid the incoming log that swung its way around the structure. She let out the air with a shaky exhale, closing her eyes tightly for a moment before opening them to get rid of the beads of sweat that accumulated on her face.
"Why don't you mind your own business before I cut your tongue from your mouth, eh?" Quintyn spat loudly in response to the directions Addy barked at her, a Russian accent creeping in between her words usually carried with a slight Brooklynite articulation.

Quintyn returned her focus to the wall with another deep breath in and out. She needed to get her focus back and stop getting angry over the unwanted instructions.
She found a rock near her right shoulder and took hold of it with her right hand. Lifting her left foot, she searched for a foothold, but was met with nothing. She cast a glance down to get a better idea as to where she could find a support. Her gaze was met by the long distance between her and the ground. Quintyn didn't have a fear of heights, but when the possibility of falling was so prominent, she didn't really appreciate them much. Quintyn found a foothold higher up than she'd expected and placed her foot firmly on it. She pulled herself up and swung her left hand up as she did, grabbing hold of a handhold placed precisely where she needed it to be.
Quintyn continued to scale the wall, picking up speed and momentum as she concentrated on her direction and not what was going around her. The daughter of Athena focused on her breathing, keeping it as slow and steady as she could to stop herself from tiring too fast. She ignored how sticky her baggy white shirt felt as it clung to her back, and how her fingers grew more and more slippery as blood and sweat mixed into each other precariously.

It wasn't until a fateful combination of rocks tumbled towards her that Quintyn really started to panic. One was huge, and barreled to her right side. The other wasn't so big, therefore didn't register as much of a threat in comparison. Pivoting her weight to her left, Quintyn was able to once again narrowly avoid being crushed by the large rock, but unfortunately hadn't had the time to move her left hand from it's grip on her handhold quick enough. The smaller rock collided with her fingers, squishing them between the two hard sources of stone. Quintyn couldn't hold back her yelp as her body reacted and jolted backwards.
"B`lyad'!" Quintyn exclaimed, cursing in Russian as she lost her grip on the rock. Her body seemed to give up at that point, the pain shooting through her fingers too much for her to handle in that very moment. Her knees seemed to buckle from under her momentarily, not giving her enough time to hold her footing on the insecure rocks. Soon she was hanging from the wall, gripping the only stone she could with her good hand.
The daughter of Athena was ready to fight hard to get her footing back on the rocks, but her slippery fingers didn't give her the time. They easily slid from the rock she clung to and Quintyn was sent spiraling down towards the ground, grey eyes wide as she realized that this fall could mean her death if she didn't land it properly.

((Hope you don't mind if I join in! ))

POV: Kaiser

He held her and rocked her, believing, rightly or wrongly, that Ellie wept for the very intractability of death, its imperviousness to argument or to a little girl’s tears; that she wept over its cruel unpredictability; and that she wept because of the human being’s wonderful, deadly ability to translate symbols into conclusions that were either fine and noble or blackly terrifying. If all those animals had died and been buried--
"Kaiser? Yo!"
I slammed my book down hard from in between my pale fingers in reaction to Finn Thatcher's sudden outburst. I turned around to the Hermes girl next to me, my eyebrows furrowed and my death glare on full power.
"What?" I asked, letting my annoyance show.
Finn lifted her gloved hands in surrender, her hands only slightly trembling from her recovering illness. "Just wondered what you were reading, is all. I tried talking to you for a bit but you were unresponsive. It's like someone cut the cord between the living world and your head."
I replied in a grunt, trying to flip open the right page of Stephen King's, Pet Sematary again.
"Yeah well, sometimes that cord needs to be unplugged every once in a while." I muttered as my eyes desperately skimmed over letters in the pages.
"YEAH well, I think that cord is frayed." Finn retorted, mimicking me as she stretched out against the Adirondack chair she had been reclining in, her sickly white-green skin already becoming tanned from the sun.

I had never been a fan of summer camps, or organized scheduling in general, so as soon as I found out the Hermes cabin had certain 'periods' to attend to, I made every excuse to not participate or skip out and go somewhere else. Today, I was avoiding the infamous rock wall, arguably the dumbest thing I'd seen at the camp so far. A bunch of tweens were flinging themselves to their rocky death, mixed in with some teenagers and kids, for bragging rights or something. I had managed to avoid counsellor scorn and hide in the only shady part of the rock climbing wall area, right under a group of towering pine trees. Unfortunately, Finn had taken up the space with her chair and I had to compromise by sitting on the arm rest, my legs dangling off as I read my Stephen King. It was an annoying situation, but Finn and I had at least conversed before, she had to skip out of lessons by default because she was recovering from an illness (that I helped find the cure of-- but that's a different story), so by default we'd hung out and been juvenile delinquents together. She was alright, she didn't talk much about herself and didn't expect me to, which is good enough for me.
Now distracted, my eyes began to drift from the book after giving up on finding its original place. People don't usually believe me, but like most demigods, I had ADHD. My eyes began to drift over the suicidal delinquents that were climbing up the rock wall. I spotted a familiar figure among them-- Quintyn Avilov. She had led my sister and I to camp half blood, but we didn't talk much after that. Behind her, a girl slightly younger went clambering up. Were they racing or something? They started yelling stuff at each other, but I was too far away to hear.
"Does Quintyn get into fights often?" I turned to ask Finn.
Finn laughed in response, her fingers flipping through the pages in my book she had somehow took from me when I wasn't paying attention. "You mean every other day? The camp's lucky she got claimed quickly-- the Hermes cabin would be a mess for Quintyn. I'd eventually get punched in the face."
"I'm going to punch you in the face if you don't give me back my book." I replied.
Despite Finn's calm demeanor, her eyes nervously fell on Quintyn, as if she was afraid Quintyn would actually march straight off the rock climbing wall and punch her in the face just because it was a bad day.
I rolled my eyes. How bad could she be?
I snagged the book back from Finn's hands and headed to the rock climbing wall.
"Wha-where are you going?" She called out.
I wanted to see what the person my sister calls 'Baba yaga' is so capable of doing.
I stood at the foot of the rock climbing wall and peered up. Just in time too-- rocks came tumbling down one after the other, I had to quickly stumble out of the way to avoid my foot behind crushed under the impact. I glanced back up and all of a sudden Quintyn came tumbling down with the rocks. My eyes widened and I threw my book down. What am I supposed to do? I wished my Greek Goddess of a Mother showed her powers as like, the goddess of memory foam or Sleep Country  and I could conjure up a great big reasonably-priced mattress to break her fall.
Unfortunately that didn't end up being the case and she came crashing down into my outstretched arms as I sprinting over in an attempt to catch her. It felt like my arms just popped right out of my sockets and she rocketted down-wards. My vertical momentum ended up lessening the impact of her fall, and we somehow ended up not-dead and piled on top of each other. Dust scattered up in the air as I slowly had the feeling come back to my body. In the corner of my eye, I could see my book- pages ripped up from the impact- spread out on the ground.
"Aw man, are you serious?" I tried to sit up quickly, but a splitting headache erupted in my skull and I ended up falling back down on the ground again.
"What's wrong with you crazy demigods and your need to fling yourself into that dumb cliff of yours?" I hissed out. "At least watch where you're falling."

(Should I post again? Or let porter go?)

I'll just delete it and then change it.)