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A Failure To Adapt (Closed) Mar 9, 2014 11:36:22 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy on Mar 9, 2014 11:36:22 GMT -5

(no problem! :3)

I grinned at Morgan, always making good impressions on people in weird ways. I remembered the first time I had met her, she had saved both Luke and I from one of the first insane Nymphs, who was stuck in her angry tree. We had been struggling to control some vines, and she had come in there muttering some crazy ancient greek to calm the tree down.
"So what brings you here, Fletchy?" She asked.
"Giving Harlie the tour around camp," I answered, puffing my chest out because I felt important. Morgan smirked at me and punched my chest with the side of her fist lightheartedly, but just hard enough for all of the air to escape my mouth.
"I'd be careful, Harlie. This guy's a doofus," Morgan said. I grinned back at her, knowing basically everything that came out of Morgans mouth was a joke.
"You're gonna ruin my reputation," I complained in an over-exaggeratedly sad tone.
"Please," Morgan said with a scoff. "Your reputation IS doofus." She punched me lightly in the arm, this time lighter than before.
"Gotta get back to painting," she said. "I'll see you guys around."
"Seeya, Morgan," I said with a wave as she turned.

We left the Arts and Crafts center to continue to walk to the Volleyball courts. It was a nice day out, as it always was at camp, so i knew there would be SOMEONE at the Volleyball courts. I knew a lot of my cabin mates liked to go there. We tended to like sports. I started to try and think of something to ask Harlie. One thing that stuck out of my mind that I wanted to ask her since I had met her, was how she got here so easily. I hoped that wouldn't make her uncomfortable to answer.
"Hey, so, when you came here, you came here super clean... Not that that's a bad thing or anything, it's just, usually campers are chased by bloodthirsty monsters, we're almost always beaten up in the process of getting here. How'd you just stroll through?" I had only ever seen it happen a couple times, it was still a pretty rare thing. Part of me put it on her Olympian parent. Maybe she was a child of a more minor god and monsters didn't catch her scent so easily. Or maybe there just wasn't many monsters out that day. Maybe Deans cabin in the forest smelling strongly of cigarettes and human was enough to put off monsters from attacking demigods at the border.

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A Failure To Adapt (Closed) Mar 9, 2014 18:26:55 GMT -5

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Post by Harlie on Mar 9, 2014 18:26:55 GMT -5

Harlie smiled as they had their little witty banter. It seemed almost normal, like this is how normal people acted. It just seemed so weird to Harlie how even amongst all the strange people could find time to be like every one else. Then a second thought entered her mind, are they dating? Like it seemed like they were just joking with each other but could it also be flirting? Harlie was super bad at noticing when people are flirting or like each other and it was always 10x worse when it involved her. Unless you outright say it, she was probably not going to figure it out. She definently was not a child of Aphrodite. Looking between them as Morgan walked off, she began to have doubts that they were together because they didn't do any of the cutesy stuff while saying good bye like most couples did, but heck it wasn't any of Harlie's business and frankly she didn't care about other peoples' love lives, she was too busy trying to scramble her life back together.

Next thing she knew, they were leaving this place and it looked like they were heading to where she could see a bunch of guys and girls playing volleyball. It looked like fun, but she sucked at volleyball. It was almost embarrassing how bad she was, but she always had a blast playing games like that back at home with all of her friends. Harlie smiled at the thought of playing volleyball, when she was asked another question. This one was something that kind of plagued her mind. She always thought about what if that man was her father? Why didn't he say anything to her, why didn't she ask? Can she get a do over?

"I was brought here by some guy." Harlie's voice got all hushed, almost like she was talking to herself but she was clearly talking to Fletch. She didn't know why she was talking so low but it almost felt like she didn't want anybody to know. Yeah can you say weird o. "He was waiting at my house and I just followed him and he took me here. He had dark hair, grey eyes, and a suit. Other than that I couldn't tell you anything else about him, we didn't talk the whole way here." Harlie shrugged as if it didn't bother her but it clearly did, but she didn't want to go out in front of all these people who were having fun playing volleyball looking all upset. Harlie Amour was not a party pooper.

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A Failure To Adapt (Closed) Mar 10, 2014 13:18:03 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy on Mar 10, 2014 13:18:03 GMT -5

I pulled my my lips to one side of my face, causing my cheek to look a lot more chubbier than it was in thought as I listened to Harlie's story. I didn't know many adults, having lived at camp for two years straight, the only adults I knew that would ever possibly help a demigod to camp were Chiron and Argus, and seeing as Harlie hadn't added multiple eyes or a horse butt into her character description I had to cross them off my list. I tried to rack my brain to figure out who this grey eyed, dark haired, suited man was.
"That's weird," I said finally, after giving up on my mental search. "Y'see, normally campers are brought here by mythical creatures that live in the forest. Usually it's a satyr... A boy who's half human with the legs of a goat. You probably haven't seen many around... Currently there's a grand total of one working in the camp, when their should be over a dozen. Those trips aren't usually as smooth sailing as your entrance was, so I'd consider myself lucky... Still, I wonder who brought you."

While lost in my thoughts, I managed to walk right past the Volley Ball courts without further explanation into them. I didn't bother explaining them,mostly because they were exactly like any other Volley Ball court Harlie had probably ever seen. There was nothing magical or special about them at all. It was only some children of Athena playing competitively against a few Ares campers I didn't know. I kept walking, making my way towards the big blue house known around camp as The Big House. I wasn't pleased to be going here. Last time I was in the Big House, I had been tied up to a chair with vines controlled by one incredibly angry Mr.D. My violin bow had been snapped in two, and thanks to him, attacked by some insane Nymphs and Satyrs. Yep. This big blue building held such great times. I thought about grabbing some exploding bomb arrows from my cabin and letting loose my anger for the God of Wine, but I realized that Chiron would most likely be in there, and that would most likely either kill him, or get me into more trouble than I could handle at the moment. I hesitated to approach as we got closer, not wanting to be seen by Mr.D, or, for that matter, lay my own eyes on the lazy fat lump who would most likely be playing Pacman and drinking diet coke. I stopped in my tracks and held out my hand.
"The Big House. I don't know if you've met Mr.D or Chiron, but this is where they live... It's also where the infirmary is, you'll see a lot of my cabin mates in there mostly." I didn't want to stick around, so I quickly started walking again, my hands balled into tight fists. I tried my best not to show that the building bothered me. I wasn't sure how in tune to others emotions Harlie was, so I hoped I had done a good job at hiding my own. I had never been too good at that, so I prayed I had done it right this time.

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A Failure To Adapt (Closed) Mar 10, 2014 22:27:21 GMT -5

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Post by Harlie on Mar 10, 2014 22:27:21 GMT -5

Harlie let out a puff of air, of course he didn't know. That would've been too easy, he could've pointed out who the dude is, the could've like googled him and looked at one of those family tree websites and see Harlie's name sitting underneath hers, it would be nice if that was how it worked but nope. She didn't even know who the guy who took her was. Her mind was so lost in thought, like always, that she missed the whole fact that they skipped over the volleyball court and headed to that big blue house.

She never really went to the blue house, it was just so plain compared to everything else here that it never really caught her attention so she never asked about it. As for Chiron and Mr. D, she never met them either. She was supposed to go in and see Chiron once, but he was apparently too busy with some kind of crisis going on that he had to cancel, it didn't really bother her. Just one less person on the welcoming team.

Harlie still didn't really care about the house, nothing about it intrigued her interest so she didn't really spend much time looking at it. Instead she was watching Fletch, trying to see where he was going to go next. Harlie saw as he tensed up while we were next to the house, almost like he was angry or about to spring into action. Either way it looked like a bad sign. Was it something she did or didn't do? Was he not telling her something? Should I do something? Umm..I think I'm going to ignore it, yeah ignoring things are great. Yeah...

Harlie bit her lip, she wanted to figure out what was wrong, but she didn't want to intrude into his life. It wasn't her place and he was already being super nice to her, she didn't want to mess that up. So, she was going to ignore it and maybe switch to a safer..kinda..subject.

"Do you want to help me get a weapon?"

Her eyes got all big showing off the different colors in her eyes, and her lower lip turned into a nice little pout. Her hands held together in one tiny fist. Trying her best to puppy dog face it without laughing. It wasn't working too well because a small grin kept popping on her face, but she kept forcing it back down.

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A Failure To Adapt (Closed) Mar 12, 2014 11:54:26 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy on Mar 12, 2014 11:54:26 GMT -5

I looked at Harlie as she puppy dog faced the king of puppy dog faces. A smile pulled itself onto my face, and I pushed all of my negative feelings away. I was supposed to be showing Harlie how great camp was, not the bad things about it. Besides, the Big House wasn't usually bad, I had just had a bad experience there.
"Well, when you put it like that," I said, grinning back at Harlie as she tried to hide her grin. "How could I not?"

I lead Harlie away from the blue house that stood near the border, and made my way towards the Armory. We walked by the Strawberry fields. I noticed without so many Satyrs playing reed pipe music for the fruit, they didn't look as plump and red as they always did. They looked lonely without the usual dancing, playing and singing that happened in them on a normal day at Camp Half-blood, but then again, we hadn't had a normal day at Camp Half-Blood in ages.

We walked by the Stables once we passed the field of fruits. I looked up to see flying horses of different colours, patterns and breeds soaring through the sky with demigods on their backs, practicing aerial attacks and techniques, and also agility exercises like jumping floating hurtles. It was a beautiful sight really, I could never get over how amazing the Equestrians looked in the air. Part of me wished Apollo had made horses so I could hear what they were thinking. About a year ago I had learned that I could talk to Mice, they, being the patron animal of my father. They were pretty helpful creatures, they could get anywhere and everywhere to listen to what people had to say, like spies.

We finally made it to the armory, and with Harlie at my side we entered it, to see the Nike cabin picking weapons, with the assistance of a familiar Hephaestus camper I had grown a lot of respect for.
Sappho stood, organizing weapons, answering questions that Nike kids had about them. She seemed happy in the armory, happier than she already normally was. Her straight, short red hair fell in all kinds of crazy places, her bangs held up by her goggles as they normally were. She looked up at us, probably seeing us out of the corner of her deep brown eyes, and greeted me with a smile plastered on her freckle spattered face.
"Hiya, Fletch!" She said, strolling over to us as she placed an ax she had been polishing back where she'd found it.
"Hey, Sappho," I greeted, returning her smile. Sappho turned her gaze to Harlie.
"I'm Sappho Collins," she introduced proudly. "Are you new here? Looking for anything in particular? Need help?" Sappho rapid fired questions at Harlie, as she always did to people she figured needed her help. Even I got a little bit disorientated.
"S'all good, Saph," I said lightheartedly. "I can show her around." Before Sappho could argue, which I knew she would, a Nike camper called her over. Sappho Smirked at us.
"Alright but if you need me, just call," she said. She walked off to help the Nike camper who had accidentally gotten the tridents stuck together. I turned to Harlie, giving an apologetic smile.
"She's a bit excitable," I said. "But she's super cool. Anyway, what did you have in mind?"

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A Failure To Adapt (Closed) Mar 12, 2014 20:16:15 GMT -5

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Post by Harlie on Mar 12, 2014 20:16:15 GMT -5

Harlie couldn't help but cheese when Teddy agreed to help her out and smile at her. Plus she was kind of stoked to get a weapon of her own. Not only was she now going to fit in a little bit more, but she also had a little bit of protection. She wasn't really sure who or what she needed protection from but she's heard enough horror stories of other peoples' entrances to camp, and she was just waiting for something weird to happen.

Harlie kept up with Fletch's walk through camp to what she hoped was towards the armory, taking in the sites as she walked along. Off to the side she spotted the strawberry field. The tiny little strawberries looked so delicious, and she was half tempted to run over and grab one but one she hated the taste of strawberries and two for all she knew they were magical strawberries. She could end up like Alice in Wonderland and either shrink or grow into a crazy giant. You never know these days! So, Harlie ignored her urges and kept walking next to Fletch, sneaking a glance at him every now and then, partly to make sure he didn't run off and ditch her and the other part just waiting to see if something was going to trigger another reaction from him.

Noticing him looking up, Harlie followed his example and her jaw literally dropped. No..no..were those my little ponies?! Like real ones, not the cartoon ones she watched as a little girl growing up. She was half tempted to ask Fletch what the heck those things were, but she didn't want to seem stupid so she kept her mouth shut. This would be a little kid's heaven, but to her it was just a mass of confusion. It was cool, but weird. Scary, yet awesome.

Finally, after a little walk of silence they made it. To what, she really didn't know but it seemed like the right place to get a weapon. Kids were everywhere grabbing a sword here or an ax here, and it somehow was organized. Somehow, but she wasn't sure how. The leader of it all seemed to be a girl that was pointing all the kids in this or that directions, and that girl seemed to have like awesome multi tasking skills because while still helping kids get weapons, she noticed Fletch and Harlie walk in and headed over to them.

The girl came over and seemed friendly enough. She had a tiny little conversation, introducing herself as Sappho and then out of nowhere started to shoot Harlie with questions, and honestly it caught her by such a surprise all she could do was stare with her mouth slightly open. Yeah, that probably looked attractive. Harlie gulped and looked up at Fletch, hoping for help and to her pleasure, told Sappho that they are fine, and he was going to help Harlie out. Closing her wide open mouth, Harlie smiled back at Fletch, his apologetic smile meeting her well this is awkward smile. She was hoping, actually kind of praying he didn't notice how dumb she looked just there, and if he didn't notice how dumb she looked he was about to notice how dumb she is.

"I don't even know where to start."

Harlie's hands went straight to her hair, a nervous habit of hers that she did when she was either really tired of well like just mentioned..nervous. She didn't want some ordinary weapon. A sword seemed over used around here, and so did a bow and arrow. Almost every kid had one of those weapons. She wanted something different, but not so different they she would look at it and not have any idea what to do with it. She had enough of looking dumb infront of people.

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A Failure To Adapt (Closed) Mar 13, 2014 13:02:35 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy on Mar 13, 2014 13:02:35 GMT -5

I lifted my eyebrows, not knowing where to start either. I had said I'd help her find a weapon, and I was going to do so.
"Well," I said, crossing my arms, lifting a hand to act as a chin rest as I thought. If I had any facial hair, I would be stroking it.
I decided to first try to see if a sword sparked her interest. I lead her over to the table that had them laying in neat and organized piles, thanks to Sappho for making it easier on us to sort them. I motioned to them and looked at her.
"How about a sword?" She pursed her lips and didn't look too excited about the popular choice of weapon. I nodded in understanding.
"They're not my favourite weapon either," I remarked. "... But that just may be my bias." I thought for a moment, thinking about what would fit Harlie, but I didn't know her interests. Maybe she had some sort of past training with weapons she wasn't aware we had. I sucked in my cheek in thought, then I got an idea.
"Why don't I show you around, and if you see anything that sparks your interest we can take a look?" She agreed, and followed me at my side as I took her around the armory.

I had already shown her the swords. On that same table were spears, also sorted by Sappho neatly by height, weight and make. They were definitely a good weapon if you wanted to stay farther away from your opponent in a close range battle. Each spear was tipped with Celestial Bronze. Most of these weapons, if not all of these weapons had Celestial Bronze on their blades.
"Spears take some practice getting used to, but I've seen some campers do crazy things with them," I said, introducing the weapon.

I next took her to the wall covered in knives. Each was hung neatly on a hook, ready to be picked out. It was like an army arsenal, each knife was a different size. We had pocket knives, Swiss army knives, hunting knives, buoy knives, knives with curved blades, knives with more jagged blades... It was a wonderland. Again, each knife had a blade of Celestial Bronze.
"Knives take a long time to get used to, but if you pair them with a sword, you can give yourself some epic leeway in a battle."

The wall with the knives transitioned into a wall with shelves of arrows, my favourite part of the armory. They had bows hanging from the wall next to the shelves. I came here often to pick up my arrows. There was also a wide assortment of these. Varying from normal Celestial bronze arrows to fart arrows and cursed rubber arrows that always packed a punch when my cabin was in a mini feud with the Ares cabin, like always.
"Bow and Arrow is a great way to contribute to a fight, but also keep the element of surprise. The Ares cabin will tell you different, but we're super good at taking out the biggest threat in an army easily," I informed proudly.

There was a Miscellaneous table with weapons like Axes and oddities like tridents. I hadn't seen very many campers use these before, so I didn't really know what to tell Harlie.
"These are pretty rare choices. You don't see much around camp. I'm sure if you went to an Ares, or even Athena child they would be able to help you with some techniques.

Lastly, I showed her the wall filled with guns. These were fairly new to camp. We didn't have many in use, a lot of campers liked going old fashioned. Some of my siblings used a gun instead of a bow, the aiming factor still counted for these. The bullets in them were Celestial bronze melted down to give the monster you were fighting a hefty surprise. There was a range of small hand guns to full on hunting rifles.
"Again, I don't see many people using these around camp, but I've definitely got siblings that could teach you how to shoot if you needed it... Hell, I could probably even teach you how to shoot," I said. I had never used a gun before. If I could figure out how the safety worked and how to reload it, I could definitely help with aiming.

I turned to Harlie, curious to see where she would choose to go. She had seen what the armory had to offer, so now it was up to her to choose what weapon she wanted. I held out my arms in display.
"So? What'll it be?" I asked the very large and vague question once again.

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A Failure To Adapt (Closed) Mar 14, 2014 12:41:37 GMT -5

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Post by Harlie on Mar 14, 2014 12:41:37 GMT -5

Harlie let her eyes brush over all of the weapons, taking it all in. They really did have everything she could think of and a lot of things she would have never thought of. She saw swords that still didn't catch her interest, she even went and pursed her lips when Fletch mentioned them. Maybe this was the hipster in Harlie, trying to be different, or maybe she wanted to stand out. She wasn't really sure why didn't want to be like everyone and get a normal weapon. Maybe it would help her chances of her dad noticing her? Hey that girl killed a guy with a trident! Now that would be something, how many girls could there be using one of these.

Harlie's hand brushed over the trident, kind of eyeing it. It reminded her of the Little Mermaid. But it didn't feel right, so Harlie's eyes looked back over all the weapons, thinking it over. Of course, a gun! A nice little desert eagle was held up neatly next to the rest of the hand guns, and Harlie kind of gave Fletch that look a kid gives their parent when they are at a candy shop. She was trained in marksmanship at basic training, so it only seemed natural that she would choose a gun as her primary weapon, but then came the thought of what happened when ran out of bullets. She would need a backup.

Harlie's eyes immediately went back to the walls filled with weapons. Nothing was really shouting, hey pick me! Leaning against the miscellanous table, something wrapped around her wrist, and Harlie let out a little yelp. Looking down, a whip wrapped around her arm and then changed into a simple golden band, the different symbols of the 12 major gods carved around it. Harlie looked up at Fletch, her eyes wide, hoping he saw what she saw.

When she came here looking for a weapon, she didn't think a weapon would choose her. Now if she could just get her father to claim her, like this weapon did, that would be nice. Taking a deep breath, Harlie tried ignoring what just happened and reached for the desert eagle. Going back into a rhythm, she checked to make sure it was on safe, cleared the weapon, and found a nice little holster, attached it to her belt. Two weapons, zero parents. Harlie shook out the negative thought, and looked at Fletch with a smile like look what I did!

"What now?"

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A Failure To Adapt (Closed) Mar 16, 2014 14:12:00 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy on Mar 16, 2014 14:12:00 GMT -5

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows at the rarity I had just seen. A weapon choosing it's user. Usually items like the whip that turned into a bracelet around Harlie's wrist were given by parents, or even Satyrs like how a satyr named Leo had given one of my best friends Luke a bracelet that turned into a sword. Part of me wondered what a magical item was even doing in the armory, but I decided it was the doing of the Fates.
I looked at Harlie and returned her smile with one of my own.
"A gun and a whip. Very Indiana Jones of you," I said in an impressed tone. She asked what we should do now. I thought for a minute.
"What do you think about giving your weapons a try?" I said. I was curious to see the whip in action. I didn't know one demigod that used a whip, especially a whip that was also a magical item. I also wanted to see Harlie in action with a gun. While picking it she had looked like she knew what she was doing. Who knows, maybe she had great aim I didn't know about. I thought about where we could go to do that, get her practice with her whip. There wasn't really anything equipped in the Arena for that. We had targets to shoot at, and dummies to practice swordplay on, but nothing to hit with a whip.
I would have suggested heading into the forest to collect some rocks to place on a log to practice hitting them off. The second best place for that that entered my mind was the lake. I wasn't sure if there was anyone down there at this time, but I figured I could find another place if there were too many people to use a gun around.
"Follow me, I know where we can set up a range fit for a whip," I said, turning to leave the Armory, saying a goodbye to Sappho on the way out.

I lead Harlie to the lake. I was excited for this little training session. It wasn't a very long walk from the armory. You just had to make your way in a diagonal line. There wasn't much else to see around that she hadn't already. On the other side of the lake, the arts and crafts building stood beside the amphitheater, where we had originally come from. Once we got there, to my relief, there weren't a lot of demigods around. Some campers, I wasn't very sure which cabin, were far out in the lake doing Canoeing, a relaxing activity I enjoyed, but didn't do very often. The water was calm, lapping at the shore evenly. It was never really choppy unless there was a Poseidon child around willing it to do so. The sky reflected on the water, making it a beautiful blue. Naiads swam around in it, chasing each other and minding their own business. The breeze that came off of the lake was soothing and light, making for an awesome time to be out on the water.
I turned to Harlie with a smirk on my face.
"Okay. We need to find some stuff to aim at," I said. I looked around in search for some stones in the sand, maybe some trash. The tide retracted itself backwards, letting a few bigger stones jut from the sand. You wouldn't want to step on them, so I figured I was doing the camp a favour by kicking my shoes off to the side, wadding into the wet sand and pulling them. They were perfect. Heavy enough to stay up, but light enough to fall. I came back to Harlie, a satisfied expression finding it's way onto my features.
"Now all we have to do is find a place to put them." I said. Once again, I scanned the area. By the tree that hung a rope campers used to swing into the water, was a log. It was on a higher ground. All I had to do was roll it closer. I darted over, and started to push the log, which was heavier than expected over to the edge of the higher ground, which was a good height for Harlie to shoot things at.
I steadied it, and placed the targets on the log, evenly space from each other. I went to stand beside Harlie.
"Okay. Your range is set up," I said. "Have at it."

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A Failure To Adapt (Closed) Mar 19, 2014 13:27:07 GMT -5

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Post by Harlie on Mar 19, 2014 13:27:07 GMT -5

Harlie gave Fletch a confused look, she had no idea how to make that whip pop back up. Did it come out when you say certain words like OPEN SESAME! Or did she have to move her hand in a weird way like Spiderman, kind of an upside down rock on gesture. Maybe she could just concentrate and it'd appear? She had no idea what to do and she really didn't want to look like an idiot...again.

Averting her eyes from Fletch to her bracelet, she stared intently at the symbols on it. The different symbols, they meant something, but she really wasn't sure what. Maybe it had something to do with unlocking the bracelet. Tracing her fingers over it, she could feel the indentions, and nothing happened. C'mon! What do I do? Harlie grunted in frustration, as she tried to peel the bracelet off her wrist, hoping that would turn it into the whip but it wouldn't budge. Refusing to look at Fletch and see his reaction, she kept on trying. Moving her fingers along the bracelet, trying to find a button or something else that could get that bracelet off or something.

Anger swelled up inside of her, she just didn't understand. Her father didn't want her. This bracelet didn't want to work for her. WHY?! Why am I not good enough? Harlie bit at her lip, she was not about to be bested by a bracelet. Harlie took in a deep breath, and gripped the bracelet with all her might, willing it to come off and do what she wanted. Then out of nowhere, a tingling sensation went through her arm, it felt almost electric, and went into the bracelet. The symbols on it started to glow until the glow was coming from the entire bracelet, an almost intense bluish light coming from Harlie's wrist. After like 2.5 seconds, the glow stopped and the bracelet was gone, and in Harlie's hand was the whip.

Harlie stared in wonder at the whip, she had no idea what she did to get it to appear, but whatever it was it had to do with that feeling. Her gaze then went to her arm, on the outside nothing really happened, but she definently felt something going on in there. Shaking her head, she decided to worry about that later. Right now it was time to work on practicing with the whip.

"Here we go."

Sucking in a deep breath, Harlie moved her arm from side to side and flicked her wrist towards the rock at the farthest left. Her whip made contact letting out a nasty pop. The rock sent flying out of the way. That deep breath that Harlie had held in, came out all at once and a big cheeky smile spread across her face. She did it! She actually did something right.

Not wanting to look at Fletch until she managed to knock each rock off, she got back to work. The whip was an extension of her arm, or atleast that's the kind of stuff she heard people say about weapons on tv shows. So she visualized the whip being a long arm that she could control. Flicking her wrist again and again, she knocked each rock off with ease. Each one taken down by a loud pop. Now down with her goal, Harlie looked back at Fletch with her big ole grin.

She Harlie Amour had taken down the rocks. This feat could parallel with like taken down something really big and nasty, well not really. Harlie's thoughts were everywhere, and she couldn't hardly concentrate from the sheer joy of it all. I mean big and nasty? She couldn't even think of a feat to compare her triumphant whip handling, but who cares. Harlie was so distracted that she didn't even realized that the whip glew again and changed back into the bracelet on her wrist. By the time she did notice, she was really not looking forward to trying to activate it again, so she was kinda hoping Fletch would want to do something that didn't involve the whip until she figured out how it worked.

"How about we see how you do? I mean if you are up for it?"

Harlie still had that grin on her face, as she grabbed Fletch's hand and began to lead him to where she thought the archery range was. But then she let go and turned this into a race. Of course, she didn't tell him it was a race because she wanted to win, and if she happened to lose, fat chance, she didn't want him to know that she thought it was a race. Full proof plan right there. Her breath became a steady chant, as she whipped around campers of all sizes trying to get to the archery range first, and thanks to Fletch's top notch tour she actually managed to get there without getting lost. Brushing the sweat from her brow she looked around to see if Fletch had gotten there before her.

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A Failure To Adapt (Closed) Mar 21, 2014 19:13:46 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy on Mar 21, 2014 19:13:46 GMT -5

Harlie had silently challenged me to a running race, and I had accepted, not knowing just how fast this girl could run. Running was never my strong suit. Every time I went sprinting, I always ended up falling, which is what happened in this case also. I ran after her, trying to weave in and out of campers ways as smoothly as she had, but I bumped into them, which caused some angry reactions to be thrown my way. I tried to ignore them and focus on keeping the red haired girl in my sights as I followed her in the direction of the Archery Range.
Once she arrived there, she stopped and looked around, probably waiting for me thinking "What in the gods names is taking this dude so long? I had nearly made it successfully to her without tripping, but of course that didn't last for long. I managed to catch my foot on the ground in one of my final strides, resulting in me plummeting to the ground face first at Harlie's feet. I scrambled quickly, lifting myself up and brushing dirt off my clothes. I looked up at her with an awkward smile, stretching an arm exaggeratedly out and exclaiming,
"Tadaaa!" Before she could say anything about my balance failure, if she was going to, I turned the top right tuning peg of my violin to transform it into my bow and quiver. In a flash of light it did so, leaving an oak longbow and leather quiver in the place where my violin had been. I lifted the bow over my head to clutch it in my right hand before looking at Harlie with a smirk.
"You said you wanted to see how I did?"

I made my way to an empty target, Harlie following beside me. I found one that had been used before, they all had been. the target was littered with holes made by arrows that embedded into it, a familiar sight, seeing as I tried to get here every day. I lifted my quiver from my back and placed it on the ground beside me for easier reach. My arrows were crafted with long shafts, which made them easier to pull from my back during battle. When I was simply at the range, I liked to have them sitting beside me. I pulled a bronze arrow from my quiver and notched it to my string in a fluid motion. It had taken me months of practice not to fiddle with the string and the clamp at the end of the arrow in between the crimson fletched feathers. I comfortably wrapped my index and middle fingers around the top of the fletching, while my ring finger stayed curled around the bottom of the arrow. The arrow stayed sitting in a groove etched into the side of the bow just over where I placed my tight fist. I breathed in, a content smile spreading across my features. I pulled back the string string in another fluid motion, bringing the bow up with my left arm, keeping it slightly bent so the string wouldn't graze my inner arm. That always hurt like a bitch. I kept my back straight and feet evenly spread apart as I looked past the tip of the arrow to determine where I was going to shoot it. Natural instinct took over, and I let the arrow fly.
The sharp tip made contact with the middle circle,landing closer to the edge of it. I turned to look at Harlie and smiled.
"I've had a little practice," I said. "Not to mention a little talent sprinkled from my dad." I ran a hand through my messy dark hair, just realizing how sweaty and gross I was. I made a mental note to hit the showers later.
"But you're a natural with that whip," I remarked, remembering how well she had done when she had gotten the hang of using her weapon.

Harlie

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A Failure To Adapt (Closed) Mar 21, 2014 19:56:18 GMT -5

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Post by Harlie on Mar 21, 2014 19:56:18 GMT -5

Harlie smiled back at Fletch, that was one good shot. She would have never been able to do that, she tried archery in high school before and she somehow managed to hit other peoples' targets. Don't ask how..just don't ask questions. It's a terrible memory and she's pretty sure that she's the reason they took away all the archery equipment. Something about, harmful to other students..and a bunch of other words that she didn't really pay attention to. She didn't really know why shooting a bow was so different from the whip or even a gun. It just didn't come natural, and usually when things didn't come natural to Harlie, she didn't really keep trying at it.

When Fletch complimented her whip handling, Harlie just tried acting cool. Giving an over exaggerated nod, and dusting off the fake..wait no that's real..dust off her shoulders like the cool people did in movies. Of course she probably looked gross compared to them. People in movies were lucky, they didn't look all sweaty and gross and they probably didn't act as awkward as Harlie did around people. Plus they get cool music numbers and neat little dance sessions. But life isnt a movie, and she really did feel disgusting.

"Thanks for the tour, I think..no I am going to go take a shower. I probably look like a wreck. See you around?"

Harlie looked kinda hopefully up at Fletch, he was her only friend right now, as sad as it sounds. Giving a nice little wave, Harlie started walking back to the Hermes cabin. Her temporary residence, which needs to change as soon as possible. She was really tired of finding her stuff missing.