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Helen Lewis,

Camp Halfblood.


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Helen glanced at the girl who asked her if she hadn't see the dragon. Frowning at the other - Amy, though an unknown person for Helen - a scoff would follow. Had this girl never went on the internet? Amusement parks? Okay, fair enough neither had Helen an impressive track when it came down to amusement parks. But the modern day technology made it clear that making illussions and weird things wasn't impossible. This wasn't the 1940's! Just as Helen was about to make it clear to this farmer girl that she shouldn't be too fast impressed or trying to convince her of something that wasn't real. However, before Helen could do so the boy spoke up, Aiden. Raising her eyebrows, Helen would remain silent though there were some fitting replies in mind that she wouldn't mind sharing with the group. Considering that she could always sneer at the guy, Helen decided to remain silent to see if she perhaps could spot on this 'tour' where she could get food.

Throwing another frown at the girl of before - Amy - Helen would start walking with the group. Hooking her thumbs at her pockets she thought of what her friends at home were up to. Perhaps drinking some light beers and enjoying their evening together at Charlotte's place? The thought made Helen even less content than she already was in the first place. As they would pass some guy that Aiden called an Olympic God, Helen was sure. That guy was more annoying than a hungover on a Monday morning Helen thought to herself. When they walked past and the guy saying something, Helen frowned. Throwing a confused look over her shoulder, she wasn't sure if she had heard it right. Wait! Why would she care? Yeah...

Throwing another confused look at the 'god' Helen wasn't sure...

Ending up at some cabin, Helen remained silent. A sigh escaped as Helen didn't want to care. Food was what she would accepted and welcome. Not anymore wizard, witchcraft or Harry Potter. For real, if they would expect her to run through some invisible wall, she would just book it. Turning around, Helen glanced briefly at the sky.

This would be a great story to tell the others at home.
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Helen Lewis,

Camp Halfblood.


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@Jackie Summers@XxLyraxX@KnightAndDay@Roran Hawkins@Jasonhero@Fieryfly@Arcalept

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Helen remained silent. With her hands on her hips, she eyed the group. Raising her eyebrows slowly, she couldn't spot somebody that she would like. At least by the looks. Some of them were probably 'nice country folk'. The common Billy and Marie, grown up with chickens and cows and what not. Somebody else joined them with just a smile on her face and Helen wondered if she was in some Christian camp. Man, that would suck as she wasn't going to do anything with religion! That wasn't her thing and she doubted it ever would be something in her taste. Soon after another newcomer joined. Helen eyed the other for a second but was still waiting for somebody to answer her question. Was it that hard? Perhaps she should talk dorkish or geekish?

Tapping lightly with her right foot on the ground, Helen started to look around. This camp wasn't from the looks great. Was she supposed to milk the cows tomorrow? Chop the wood? They could stuff a sock in their mouth if they wanted her to do that! Psh! Just as Helen was deciding to walk away and deciding to see if she could make her time worth visiting this 'camp' another person joined the group. Even asking what was going on her. "Wasting time, that is going on here." Helen mumbled, crossing her arms as she was really on the edge of losing her patience.

Then that guy spoke. She didn't know his name nor did she particular care for knowing it. It wasn't like she would remember it unless a proper reason was given to it. The only reason why she didn't just walk off was because he called her : "my dear". Staring at the boy, Helen wondered if she should laugh at him in the face and walk away or ask what he had been smoking. Clearly, this guy wasn't right between the ears. What was going on with all this talk? Some Lord of the Rings stuff likely. Rolling her eyes, Helen decided that she would venture off on her own to score a drink. Judging, however, by the amount of rambling about all that weird stuff made her worry that there wasn't anything stronger than limonade or some 'light' soda. A scary thought in her opinion.

As the guy performed a sort of trick, Helen just stared at him. Remaining silent until he was done, Helen bursted in a loud laughter. Her hands moved to her stomach as she would continue to laugh. Subdueing her laugh, the teen shook her head lightly. "Listen Billy, I've seen some weird stuff. But I'm not from 2004. Just point later out where you hide the equipment and stuff, but I'm not interested in your Narnia crap. Keep that in your closet." She said, her mocking tone fitting her prhasing. "Just show where the food and stuff is stored and I'll go my own way." Helen didn't look away from the 'son of Bilbo' or whatever he had explained. Convinced that it all before was a trick she wasn't going to just buy the fact that they were sons and daughters of weird deities. Cause if that was the case, then why was she with her mom until now? Considering it, Helen wondered if this was some sort of cult that tried to get the children of single-mothers to believe all kind of crap and then do weird stuff. Didn't some time ago a cult commit mass-suicide? Remembering it vaguely, Helen glanced to some of the other bystanders. [color=cyan][i]"Shit man. This is hilarious and scary as fuck."[/color][/i] Was the thought to herself, wondering further about it. But no, sadly her mother was just a human and her father had ran away a long time ago. It was the harsh truth and she wouldn't seek shelter from the truth by pretending she was some elf from Lord of the Rings.

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Helen Lewis,

Camp Halfblood.


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She wasn't happy. Ever since she had been travelling to this camp where she was told where gods and demi-gods were, Helen had the idea that it was more than this run down hogwash. That it was a marvel to see and experience. That the people inside were actually close to the terms of 'gods' and 'demi-gods'. Perhaps her gut was right that this was just all some weird cult thing and had she been misled all this time. Didn't the Greeks of old wear toga's and such garbs? While that had been a mild relief that she wasn't forced into wearing a toga, Helen wasn't that much relief that she didn't hide her dismay. There were more of those 'satyrs'. What was even going on with them? Some weird costumes probably. Slowly she was getting worried that she would also be placed in such a costume. What a joke she would be for others back home!

Gritting her teeth, she decided that they would need a lot of people - probably two or three? - to shove her in any damn toga or weird costume. She would just see if they had some good booze and then get the hell out of here. A short argument would, however, break out between her and the satyr that had brought her to the camp. She demanded to know who was in charge of the camp, why she was here and who believed that there were actual gods and demi-gods in such a run-down cesspit of a camp. The satyr tried to calm her down and explain some matters. Glancing around, Helen noticed a small group of people.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." She sneered at the poor satyr, who rubbed his face as he tried to not lose his cool. Walking towards the group, Helen observed the few with her eyebrows slightly raised. None of them really attracted her attention. There was a guy with an eyepatch. Just great, one of them playing to be a pirate or watched too many Pirates of the Carribean.

"Yo." Helen brusquely said as she would come to a halt. Her fists placed against her hips, Helen tilted her head slightly to the left and frowned. "Who of you know more of this 'camp' and where I can find a drink? Cause if I hear one more story on that this is filled with gods and demi-gods, then I'm going to find the first nearby god and pull his or perhaps her beard." Helen had spoken in a direct manner, almost challenging to see if one of them would reply back to her. The word 'nerds' and 'geeks' was on her tongue, but she decided to reserve those nice terms for a bit later.

"Being a hero sucks. Know what real courage is? Not letting yourself be stopped. Heroes stop themselves, all the time!




Short CS. Likely going to expand it later and yadadada. Seeing I had nothing to do and Jason asked so nicely, here is my CS.

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"Being a hero sucks. Know what real courage is? Not letting yourself be stopped. Heroes stop themselves, all the time!




I am fine with anything really. ^^
Jasonhero said
Guys holy crap I'm so sorry. My Internet went out cause my router got fried during a lightning storm and I just got it back. Is there anyway I can slip back into the rp?

I think that shouldn't be any problem. Btw, aren't you in the skype chat? If you want, I wouldn't to help out if you need any help with slipping back in.
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