Post by Porter on Aug 19, 2016 20:24:13 GMT -5
[POV: Scout Pierre]
It all started out with a bet.
For future reference? Never bet with Hermes kids.
I've been at camp for awhile now and I've tried out every activity at camp. Key word though, is tried. I've never actually been able to make a weapon in Weapon-Making, and forget climbing the lava climbing wall. Now, another barrier stands in my way and it took the form of a large, bulky horse with a pair of brown hawk-like wings attached to it's sides. For the past couple of lessons, I've been taught to ride with the regular wingless kind, but today it was a different day. And a day for Hermes campers to fuel the fire.
"Going up another land-y?" A peculiar Irish voice struck out at me, interrupting the thoughts that I was having as I rested my chin on the enclosure of the stables.
I close my eyes and tilt my head to the left, already knowing it was Gaige O'Rielly testing my wits today. It was always a different Hermes camper on a different day, but she was always the most persistent out of all of them.
"Considering it," I respond. "And other options."
I open my eyes in time to see a mischevious twinkle in Gaige's.
"Oh? What sorts o' options?"
"Feeling adventurous." A nervous smile creeps up my lips as I watch a camper get thrown off of their pegsasus in the sky, luckily landing in a pile of hay. Oh gods.
Gaige sees the fear on my face. She could probably smell it like the horses and pegasi can.
"Scout..." She sing-songs, the kind of tone you can only get when a cruel idea gets birthed into your mind. "I bet you can't ride Big Brown over there."
A couple of eavesdropping campers snicker from inside the enclosure. Big Brown was a hefty beast. I barely weighed 140 pounds.
I scoff her off. "You're oON." I anounce, rather clumsily as a voice crack ruptured the confidence in my sentence. Trying to recover, I clear my throat, looking out defiantly at the other campers.
Gaige let a small smile play on her lips. "Ride Big Brown fer 10 minutes, fer at least twenty feet off of the ground."
"Fine-"
"Oh, and fly for at least thirty miles an hour."
I blink. "Is that-"
"T'at's 50 kilometers an hour, Canucks."
I chew on the inside of my lip. Gaige was pushing my boundaries.
I like it.
"And if I do it?" I asked.
"I'll cover fer you during chores fer a week. If you don't though, I want you t'pull a prank on the Ares cabin leader."
"Make that two weeks."
"Fine."
I straighten up, spitting into my hand and reaching it out to meet her. "Deal."
Gaige looks at me strangely for a second before shrugging it off and repeating my gesture, her pale fist squeezing against mine.
"Go get 'em them, cowboy."
"It's almost like you want me to win." I call back to her as I make my way towards the enclosure.
That's how I made it here. Gripping against Big Brown's trunk of a neck and careening past cabins and buildings. I decide that Big Brown did not like me. With a disgruntled neigh, he flies ontop of the Apollo cabin, kicking his hooves off against it and propelling me upward. With the wind slapping my face and the force of getting thrown around one way or another, all I can really manage to say was "DUUUUUUUDE-" before diving off into another area of camp again.
At somepoint, after a particularly sudden twirl, I'm able to readjust myself so I'm not dangling off for dear life. A bit calmer, I let in a deep breath and loosen my tight pull on the reins. All at once, I pull it back again and I shift my weight back hard.
Big Brown must be getting bored of messing with me, because he actually complies. With a big WOOP of his wings he begins to slow down. For a second, everything is quiet. Big Brown pulls up over the strawberry fields, at least fiftey feet off of the ground, carefully gliding over the rows of strawberry vines and trees overhead. I have a view of everything; to one side I can see over half blod hill to the rolling valleys and farmland. To the other side, Long Island Sound glittering blues and whites against the harsh sun. It all kind of gets to me at that very moment. That this was going to be my home, that there is a strange beauty to being a demigod despite the danger of it all-- maybe because of the danger of it all. Every moment was fleeting and you had to take every opportunity.
"Ready to try again, Big B?" I grin.
I dig my heels into the pegasus's side, probably a bit overzealous in my movements.
Big Brown wassn't on the same page as me.
I hurtle across the sky for the second time today. This time fate is a little less forgiving. Big Brown dives straight past the border as I struggle with the reins. I ende up pulling him too far to the left and he begins to unintentionally tip to one side, snagging himself and by default me, into a pine tree a little ways past the border. It was like hitting the brakes on your car too fast, except for some reason no one has invented pegasus seatbealts and I fly right off of Big Brown, stumbling down into the tree. My eyes squeeze shut as every pine needle in existence seems to scratch against my whole body and face and everything feels like its on fire. It slows my fall at least and by the time my back hits the ground I can safely say that nothing is broken except my dignity.
"At least no one's here to see that." I mumble out.
I try to open my eyes again but the sun stares back at me straight ahead. Somewhere in that direction, I hear Big Brown let out a weary neigh, but all I see is white light. I groan and try to outstretch my arms to shield my face but they feel like jello. Suddenly the sun is swallowed up in a solar eclipse. Oh, no-- wait. That's just someone's face.
"Wha-what's someone doing out here?" I mumble out loud, squinting and trying to make out the face that saved me from sun blindness.
My eyes meet a tall and slender gir, with straight long hair that curtains over me as she leans down to look at my pathetic mess.
I squint even harder. "Shiloh?" I call out.
The girl gives me a wicked impish grin, raising what looked like a katana in front of my face. The sun catches her hair and I can see it light up a bright fiery red. The sword glinted a familiar bronze agains the blinding light.
Nevermind. Not Shiloh. Abort.
"MERDE!" I yell out, my voice going out halfway through so it just sounds like MER and then a high pitched whistle."SCARY GIRL IN FORES-"
The girl presses her katana against my throat.
"Quit it or I'll cut your vocal chords out!" She hisses out in a half-whisper.
She gives a quick glance of her surroundings and I swear it might be me being deleriously hopeful but I swear I hear a voice and some rustling from nearby.
It all started out with a bet.
For future reference? Never bet with Hermes kids.
I've been at camp for awhile now and I've tried out every activity at camp. Key word though, is tried. I've never actually been able to make a weapon in Weapon-Making, and forget climbing the lava climbing wall. Now, another barrier stands in my way and it took the form of a large, bulky horse with a pair of brown hawk-like wings attached to it's sides. For the past couple of lessons, I've been taught to ride with the regular wingless kind, but today it was a different day. And a day for Hermes campers to fuel the fire.
"Going up another land-y?" A peculiar Irish voice struck out at me, interrupting the thoughts that I was having as I rested my chin on the enclosure of the stables.
I close my eyes and tilt my head to the left, already knowing it was Gaige O'Rielly testing my wits today. It was always a different Hermes camper on a different day, but she was always the most persistent out of all of them.
"Considering it," I respond. "And other options."
I open my eyes in time to see a mischevious twinkle in Gaige's.
"Oh? What sorts o' options?"
"Feeling adventurous." A nervous smile creeps up my lips as I watch a camper get thrown off of their pegsasus in the sky, luckily landing in a pile of hay. Oh gods.
Gaige sees the fear on my face. She could probably smell it like the horses and pegasi can.
"Scout..." She sing-songs, the kind of tone you can only get when a cruel idea gets birthed into your mind. "I bet you can't ride Big Brown over there."
A couple of eavesdropping campers snicker from inside the enclosure. Big Brown was a hefty beast. I barely weighed 140 pounds.
I scoff her off. "You're oON." I anounce, rather clumsily as a voice crack ruptured the confidence in my sentence. Trying to recover, I clear my throat, looking out defiantly at the other campers.
Gaige let a small smile play on her lips. "Ride Big Brown fer 10 minutes, fer at least twenty feet off of the ground."
"Fine-"
"Oh, and fly for at least thirty miles an hour."
I blink. "Is that-"
"T'at's 50 kilometers an hour, Canucks."
I chew on the inside of my lip. Gaige was pushing my boundaries.
I like it.
"And if I do it?" I asked.
"I'll cover fer you during chores fer a week. If you don't though, I want you t'pull a prank on the Ares cabin leader."
"Make that two weeks."
"Fine."
I straighten up, spitting into my hand and reaching it out to meet her. "Deal."
Gaige looks at me strangely for a second before shrugging it off and repeating my gesture, her pale fist squeezing against mine.
"Go get 'em them, cowboy."
"It's almost like you want me to win." I call back to her as I make my way towards the enclosure.
That's how I made it here. Gripping against Big Brown's trunk of a neck and careening past cabins and buildings. I decide that Big Brown did not like me. With a disgruntled neigh, he flies ontop of the Apollo cabin, kicking his hooves off against it and propelling me upward. With the wind slapping my face and the force of getting thrown around one way or another, all I can really manage to say was "DUUUUUUUDE-" before diving off into another area of camp again.
At somepoint, after a particularly sudden twirl, I'm able to readjust myself so I'm not dangling off for dear life. A bit calmer, I let in a deep breath and loosen my tight pull on the reins. All at once, I pull it back again and I shift my weight back hard.
Big Brown must be getting bored of messing with me, because he actually complies. With a big WOOP of his wings he begins to slow down. For a second, everything is quiet. Big Brown pulls up over the strawberry fields, at least fiftey feet off of the ground, carefully gliding over the rows of strawberry vines and trees overhead. I have a view of everything; to one side I can see over half blod hill to the rolling valleys and farmland. To the other side, Long Island Sound glittering blues and whites against the harsh sun. It all kind of gets to me at that very moment. That this was going to be my home, that there is a strange beauty to being a demigod despite the danger of it all-- maybe because of the danger of it all. Every moment was fleeting and you had to take every opportunity.
"Ready to try again, Big B?" I grin.
I dig my heels into the pegasus's side, probably a bit overzealous in my movements.
Big Brown wassn't on the same page as me.
I hurtle across the sky for the second time today. This time fate is a little less forgiving. Big Brown dives straight past the border as I struggle with the reins. I ende up pulling him too far to the left and he begins to unintentionally tip to one side, snagging himself and by default me, into a pine tree a little ways past the border. It was like hitting the brakes on your car too fast, except for some reason no one has invented pegasus seatbealts and I fly right off of Big Brown, stumbling down into the tree. My eyes squeeze shut as every pine needle in existence seems to scratch against my whole body and face and everything feels like its on fire. It slows my fall at least and by the time my back hits the ground I can safely say that nothing is broken except my dignity.
"At least no one's here to see that." I mumble out.
I try to open my eyes again but the sun stares back at me straight ahead. Somewhere in that direction, I hear Big Brown let out a weary neigh, but all I see is white light. I groan and try to outstretch my arms to shield my face but they feel like jello. Suddenly the sun is swallowed up in a solar eclipse. Oh, no-- wait. That's just someone's face.
"Wha-what's someone doing out here?" I mumble out loud, squinting and trying to make out the face that saved me from sun blindness.
My eyes meet a tall and slender gir, with straight long hair that curtains over me as she leans down to look at my pathetic mess.
I squint even harder. "Shiloh?" I call out.
The girl gives me a wicked impish grin, raising what looked like a katana in front of my face. The sun catches her hair and I can see it light up a bright fiery red. The sword glinted a familiar bronze agains the blinding light.
Nevermind. Not Shiloh. Abort.
"MERDE!" I yell out, my voice going out halfway through so it just sounds like MER and then a high pitched whistle."SCARY GIRL IN FORES-"
The girl presses her katana against my throat.
"Quit it or I'll cut your vocal chords out!" She hisses out in a half-whisper.
She gives a quick glance of her surroundings and I swear it might be me being deleriously hopeful but I swear I hear a voice and some rustling from nearby.
