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Post by palmer canton on Nov 20, 2011 21:16:06 GMT -5
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The replica of the Coliseum had always been something that Palmer kept her eye on. Since the first week she had gotten here at Camp Jupiter and started exploring she had wanted to go into the giant arena and look around. That and the Circus Maximus were her favorite two things about this place. They pulled this whole thing together in Palmer's eyes. They made this place real. Throughout her short lived high school career, those were the two buildings she remembered when studying Rome. Being able to go inside of one of them, even if it was just a model, was something that Palm could only dream of before all of this. Now she had a chance to go in and explore again. She had been in there a few times before, once by herself, other times she entered alone but found others using the arena for training and other sorts of games. Today she wanted a turn.
Palmer had gotten up extra early to go shoot a few arrows in the Coliseum before most of the camp woke up. It was dawn, the sun had barely risen causing the sky to turn different shades of pink, blue, and orange. Palm had gotten up, thrown on a pink tshirt, a pair of Toms, and shorts before grabbing her bow and quiver of arrows and walking out the door. Getting up wasn't an issue, neither was the walk to the building. She was so excited that she was able to go through with something that she had planned in her mind for weeks.
She walked through the arches and into the center of the arena. Her blue eyes scanned the dimly lit area, her jaw dropped slightly with awe. Her favorite part about being a demigod, except for being able to heal herself, was being in this building with her bow. Palmer quickly got to work upon arrival. She grabbed a stray piece of wood, probably left here by someone else, that had an X the size of a hand drawn on the center and set it against one of the walls on the other side of the arena. The amount of seating was amazing. Everything about this place was over the top. Palmer loved it. She loved being here even if she had no one to talk to or watch her.
Palmer made her way to the opposite side of the open space, picking up her weapon as she passed the center. She walked until she was almost to the wall and turned to face the wood on the other side. It was a long shot to shoot from all the way over here. Something Palmer had never tried before. She was good with archery, it was in her blood, but she wanted to know how good she really was.
She dropped everything beside her and let her hands run through her blond hair and tie it into a low bun. Palm took an arrow from the quiver that laid on the ground beside her. She strung it on the bow, lifted her arm and pulled the string back. Her eyes focused on the piece of wood with a small red X in the middle. Shoot an arrow is one of the only times that Palmer Canton is quiet and focused. She shut one eye, aimed the arrow at the X, and released the string. The arrow went flying through the air but dropped several feet from the desired target. Palmer shook her head and tried again. This time she pulled tighter, straightened her body a little more before releasing the string. Still it was short by a few feet. Palm continued this practice, each time trying harder and harder. There was no leaving until an arrow landed on that X.
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Tagged: OPEN!
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Notes: I was bored and haven't gotten
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Post by nyssa carter on Nov 24, 2011 23:58:08 GMT -5
Nyssa wanted some peace and quiet. She was used to loud noises and was not against them. But every now and again, she just needed a break from the bustle on the ship. Especially seeing as she had hardly left the thing since they had landed. Call her a worrier, or just plain paranoid if you must, but she was very worried of leaving the Argo II unattended. Though, there were plenty of campers inside of it at that very moment, it still didn’t seem like enough to her. She treated the Argo II like it was her child, and if anyone dare mess with it, they would have to deal with an angry Nyssa, which she wasn’t too far away from being at that very moment. Being away from something you’d grown accustom to was not an easy thing, especially if that specific thing had basically been your life for the past few years. That thing for Nyssa was the forge. Without it, she had absolutely no outlet for her anger or her excess of energy, and it was driving her up a wall.
Nyssa slowly made the descent from the ship, pulling her hair back into a sloppy ponytail, not so for the look as the effect of keeping her hair off her neck. She glanced back at the ship once more before walking off towards some of the buildings to get a closer look at them. She didn’t see anyone in immediate sight so that meant she more than likely could get the silence she craved. A small smile formed on her lips as she walked. She stopped after a bit and glanced at the Coliseum, and looked at the intricate details of it. She was always interested in this kind of thing, asking herself what she could do to improve something, or simply, how something had come to be made in the first place. It was a very impressive sight, at least in her opinion. She wanted to see it from the inside, and quickly made her way inside of the arena area. She dismissed the rest of the arena, instead focusing on the columns that surrounded it. They could be classified as works of art in her mind. Whoever had made them must have been skilled, she thought to herself. She had only seen pictures of the coliseum in Rome, but this seemed to be almost a perfect replica. She would have to ask who had made it, if she got to talk to a Roman.
Her silence was suddenly broken by a sound that surprised her and caused her to turn. The sound was an unmistakable one for Nyssa, the sound of a bow and arrow, and an arrow hitting a target. She glanced over to see who had shot the arrow, figuring it must have been a Roman. Her expression of worry softened when she realized it was a Greek camper. She knew this from seeing the girl around camp, and from her constant checks of the rooms to ensure that everything was functioning properly. She rolled her eyes at that thought, she knew many of the campers didn’t enjoy her inspections of the walls and beds, but she truly couldn’t care less. She pursed her lips in thought of trying to figure out who this girl was, after a few moments she realized it was Palmer something or other. She didn’t know her last name but knew that she was a daughter of Apollo. But next to that, she knew very little. She decided making her presence known might be the better option than surprising the girl. She didn’t think she’d enjoy being shot at, she knew that from experience. She turned toward the girl, whose back was turned to her and said “Hey.”. After a moment she turned back toward the columns, wishing at that moment she had a camera.
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Post by palmer canton on Nov 25, 2011 10:40:56 GMT -5
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The goal was to shoot an arrow from one side of the arena and hit the small X on the board on the other side. Palmer had been at this for a little over an hour and her odds were getting better. The sun had risen now casting a bright morning light into the Coliseum. The change in lighting didn't affect Palmer's archery, but it did effect her shooting. Despite the sweat that had come with the mild heat, the sunlight gave Palm a little more determination and control of her frustration that was building inside of her. Her face stayed the same as it had early this morning. She had already made three trips to the other side of the arena to retrieve her arrows.
After realizing that she was getting no where with trying from the opposite side, Palmer started closer to the board. The center of the arena first, then half of the second part, then she was back at the end. The two arrows from before hit the target within the first five shots. Not bad for a new kid. Now all she needed, all she wanted out of her day was to make one shot from the other end. It seems stupid, but archery is one of the only things that she is good at at this camp. Without it she would be even more of a nothing. It was like this was the only thing that kept her with the rest of the Apollo children. Well, the Greek ones for that matter. Granted her blood is what kept her tied to them, but Palmer didn't see it that way. She is currently in denial that her father is a God. She is stuck on the thought that he was a musician who left her and her mother after she was born. Basically the story she had been told all of her life.
There were three arrows left, four if you count the one she had already strung. Palm carefully aimed, this time she tilted the bow up a little so that the arrow would go in sort of an arc shape to the X. She released the string and the arrow hit the wood at the corner. No where near the X but at least it had finally gotten there. Palmer smiled with excitement. It was the first time she had hit the wood. Now time for a short break. She walked back to the other side, grabbed the arrows and put them into her quiver. When she made it to the side she had started on, Palmer sat down and leaned against he wall. Her breathing was faster than normal, her heart rate was up, and she was tired now. This was practically a full days work for her.
Palm had her eyes closed, her head resting on the support form behind her, and she hadn't cared enough to listen to what was going on around her. She then heard someone say something from several feet away. The sudden sound of something other than a bow or arrow hitting her eardrum made Palm jump and her eyes snap open. The surprise wore off instantly when she saw the other girl walking around the Coliseum. Of course, like most people she looked familiar. Then again every seemed to look familiar here. But her name was like... Nastia, or Nyla. Something like that. Names were never Palmer's strong point. Actually... anything that involves memory in general.
The other girl had already turned around giving Palmer almost no time to respond. "Hey." Was all she said. Palm was still catching her breath at the moment but after a few moments she was fine. "Pretty here isn't it? I can't believe they were able to make an exact replica of the real thing. Well I mean this is smaller, but still impressive." Now Palmer was standing, admiring the craftsmanship just as the other girl was. Palm made her way to the other girl's side. "I'm sure we've met before but I'm Palmer. You're Ny--" She cut herself off, about to say Nyla, but see this girls face, or at least from the side... that wasn't it.
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Tagged: Nyssa!
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