made a lot of mistakes;; [LUKE]

[annabeth chase]

Annabeth hadn’t been at Camp Jupiter for very long, and she already felt completely out of place. They hadn’t been kidding when they said they did things differently around there, and she was honestly having a hard time getting used to all of it. The only camp that she had ever known was Camp Half-Blood, and she liked their routines just fine. At Camp Jupiter, everything was different and adapting to those changes wasn’t exactly easy. She didn’t know until arriving there just how different it was between the Romans and the Greeks, but then again she hadn’t really known that there was an entirely different camp. Either way, this whole arrangement was going to take some getting used to from all sides, and Annabeth vowed to do her best to embrace the challenge with an open mind. She was a natural leader, and hoped that if some of her fellow Greeks were hesitant about the entire thing, they would become more open to it if they saw one of their cabin leaders doing it. It seemed unlikely, but it was worth a shot at least. After all, they would be stuck in that situation for Zeus knew how long, and were going to have to learn to live with the changes.

The seventeen year old had taken it upon herself to venture out of the Argo II to do a bit of exploring. Her hope was to find a training arena of some sort to keep her sword training skills sharp, but so far she wasn’t having much luck. Apparently the Romans didn’t have a specific arena set aside for that kind of thing, so she had to settle for training in the Fields of Mars. It was strange not to have her usual training equipment around, but she prided herself on adapting to any situation and was doing her best. Her sword swung a few times into the makeshift dummy she’d assembled from random pieces of old weapons that were lying around, and her hair whirled around in the gentle breeze. After a few careful strikes, she switched to practising defence, and when that got old she let herself take a break. Her heart was pounding hard, just the way she liked it after a good training session, and she lowered herself onto a nearby bench to relax for a moment. After a few minutes she would resume her training like she usually did, but she needed a breather first.

Once her heart had stopped, she tightened her armour around herself again and got up. Once back in front of the dummy, she got into a fighting stance and started hacking away at the wooden thing again. It was a good way for her to de-stress and feel more into her element. Training made it seem less like she was away from home, and put her more at ease. Nothing mattered when she was on the field training, and her surroundings were unnoticeable to her. She was so focused in her work that she didn’t even realize that she was no longer alone until she heard retreating footsteps behind her.

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NOTES:[/color] short and sweet, just for you xD
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[luke castellan]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

Camp Jupiter had its differences from Camp Half-blood; the fact was obvious in itself, and just from looking at the two camps anyone could tell it to you. When it came to preference, however, Luke couldn't make up his mind. When this whole thing started, all he ever wanted was to go back to Camp Half-blood. For multiple reasons, too. He missed the camp, but he also wanted to see if it still stood, along with all the campers he knew and recognized. Since he managed to convince himself to stay – mostly because he wasn't supposed to go looking for the Greeks – he became accustomed to this camp, and its different ways. He admired their ways of organization, and thought that the Cohorts had so much potential. However, he disagreed with how the campers got put into the Cohorts. The 'who has the best letters of recommendation' bit seemed like a popularity contest to him, especially if other campers could stand for you as well. This was coming from him, who had gotten into the First Cohort, and he prided himself on his combat abilities. While that seemed to be their weakness, Camp Half-blood's was that they grouped everyone by their parent. Almost as if each cabin stood for a stereotype, whereas Camp Jupiter mixed people together.

Over all the time he had spent in hiding, the sadness in him had grown, rivaling his fear. That stupid fear; how hard was it for him to say 'Nico brought me back, didn't know you guys were still alive'? Without coming off as a total ass, it was pretty difficult. Sometimes Luke thought of how they would react to seeing him, even though it always ended up the same way. Shock, surprise, but always the inevitable anger that he didn't let them know. They should just be happy that he was back; that thought would only surface when he was truly bitter or angry. Now though, his yearning to see his old friends, and him missing them had become too much. Staying cooped up in his cohort's room had finally gotten to him. With everything running through his head, and his need to do something, Luke decided on finding a field and starting up his practice. As he headed towards the fields where any other battling went on, he was already starting to feel relaxed. He would be able to handle the Greeks, he'd take it all one thing at a time. His mind was even clearing a bit, letting him focus on how exactly he could explain this big mess. Just as he was feeling good about the day, and looking forward to getting some training done, something caught his eye and he practically stopped on a dime.

He blinked a couple times, as if his mind decided to play some cruel joke on itself, but it was no lie. Annabeth Chase was currently in the middle of her own training, and completely oblivious that he was there. Luke wasn't exactly sure what she was doing here, since he thought that this camp would be too new to her, but then again maybe Percy showed her around. Mentally rolling his eyes at himself, he watched the Athena child a bit more carefully. She had improved, he could tell that. A corner of his mouth tugged upwards in an odd smirk; it was nice to see that she might still be close to rivaling him. Then his memory jump started, and he recalled the last time he saw her. The words, the sacrifice; the whole thing had been a mess. His mind couldn't think of anything else, only that conversation echoed. Luke couldn't do this, he couldn't wait for her to notice him and have a conversation about why he was alive when the last thing they had said... He had made a mistake in leaving his room this day. Making sure his mind stayed on that thought, he backed up a few steps before turning around and started back the way he had come. Tactical retreat, that's what this was.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • six-nine-four [694]
T A G G E D • annabeth!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • Weee Luke went ranting~