Musician's Blood. (OPEN)

[palmer canton]

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How could the life of one person change so drastically within a six month time period? Oh that's right... just tell them that their long lost parent is actually a part of a history book! Palmer was still in shock that she was related to someone who was, well a god. Apollo was her father. The words scrolled through her head every day and still she tried to deny it. If he was really her father he would've tried to do stuff for her over the past sixteen years, right? Or had he helped her out without his daughter realizing it? Either way it was all confusing. This whole thing, this whole life style was confusing.

The stress of training and the whole atmosphere at this camp place was too much in Palmer's head. A getaway was in order. This afternoon, from ten in the morning until her fingers bled and she couldn't heal them anymore, Palmer was going to sit in the nearby field and play her guitar. This instrument was about to be her only friend until who knows when. Palmer had gotten away from the fairytale land she had been living in, grabbed her guitar, and walked away.

It didn't take long before she stopped trudging through the grass with the old, wooden instrument slung across her back. In no time she felt as though she was far enough, although she wasn't far at all. Palmer sat down on the ground, criss crossed her legs, pulled the guitar into her lap and played a few simple chords. She inhaled deeply feeling as though she was back home in Oregon in her backyard.

In no time Palmer was playing full songs and singing along to the music. Her songs were rather soft and slow, though every once in a while she would throw in an acoustic version of a Katy Perry or Lady Gaga song just for fun. This time in the field was peaceful, relaxing, and kind of fun. This was one of the first times that she felt free since that night she was attacked by whatever that monster thing was. That night scarred her to death, and the memories were still haunting. Palm hated going places by herself for the longest time. Now she was okay with everything. Granted she didn't have her bow and arrows to defend herself, but with the music playing in the background of her mind, she didn't even think about any of the bad things that could happen.

Her voice rang as the strings on the instrument vibrated. Maybe she was Apollo's kid? Is that how she was able to pick up this whole music thing so fast? Questions like these scrolled through her mind as she continued strumming the strings on the guitar. Soon she was so into the song she was playing, Palmer was oblivious to anything and everything around her. When she played for a while it is like she blacks out and just keeps going, not focusing on anything, not thinking about anything.

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Word Count: five. zero. seven.
Tagged: Open!
Outfit: Click Here.
Notes: Ehh I'll make the template pretty later
I just wanted to get something up while I had a little
bit of time. Sorry it's so blah!

[thalia grace]

LIE AWAKE IN BED AT NIGHT AND THINK ABOUT YOUR LIFE DO YOU WANT TO BE DIFFERENT
TRY TO LET GO OF THE TRUTH THE BATTLES OF YOUR YOUTH

Thalia wasn't someone that was too used to being ordered around. She was usually the one calling the shots, and if she wasn't leader, she was definitely somewhere at the top of the food chain. She was Thalia, daughter of Zeus, that was just how things worked when it came to her. People took her direction and trusted that she knew what she was doing. But that's only how it worked for the Greeks - not the Romans. She was sure that the Romans barely took what they said with a grain of salt, and really, if it weren't for Percy, she was pretty sure that it wouldn't even be that much. The Romans thought that the Greeks were incompetent, and for the most part, the Greeks thought that the Romans were psychotic. Neither side liked each other, and only the higher ups on each side were making any effort to move towards a peace effort. Some on each side were openly hostile, while others didn't really care. Thalia found herself irritated with the Romans and their way of doing things. She liked their discipline, for she instated that within the Hunters and made sure it was carried out herself, and she liked their sense of purpose, and order. That being said, it was the only thing, and probably forever the only thing, she would ever like about them. And it wasn't even that she liked it - she appreciated it. Big difference.

The Fields of Mars seemed like the perfect place for Thalia to find a spot to lay down in the grass, and look up at the sky, for no apparent reason. She hadn't been able to escape, to think, in so long. And with not only the Greek and Roman peace problems on her mind, as well as how Lady Artemis and the other half of the hunters were doing on the outside, she also had Luke to think about. As if she hadn't thought about him enough since his death, she was thinking about him even more now, since she found out that his death? Didn't really last long, and wasn't at all permanent. She'd literally run into him the day before, and now, Thalia didn't know what to do with herself. She'd talked to Annabeth, but the girl had enough on her plate, and so they really hadn't gone into any detail. Plus, the daughter of Athena had found out from Thalia that Luke was actually alive and in the camp as a son of Mercury - though Thalia didn't know why or how and she wanted to know why and how but she couldn't ask him because it was Luke and he was back and she couldn't speak to him or be around him because -- she'd been driving herself insane for the past day, hiding it well, yes, but that didn't exactly mean anything, because it was all on the inside. She sighed, her Circlet sitting atop her head as it always did, when music started to drift to her, the sound registering in her mind. She looked out, and not five feet away, was a girl with a guitar. She recognized her - a Greek, probably. Thalia was curious. What was a random Greek doing strumming on a guitar in the Field of Mars?

TAGGED ?! palmer xD
WORD COUNT ?! five eighty one
MUSE ?! goodeth~
NOTES ?! here you go! sorry this took so long. x3
CREDITS ?! credit to abominable ann. of caution two point oh for the graphics. credit to thirty seconds to mars with their song beautiful lie for the lyrics.

[palmer canton]

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When there was music involved, especially if she was the one playing that music, Palmer's mind went into a sort of trance that could last for an unknown amount of time. While she is in this state, her sense of anything going on around her disappears into the music. Some would say that something like this would be dangerous, and it could be, but the way the melody of almost any song could take her away was a nice way of clearing her mind and letting herself relax. At the moment, Palmer was hypnotized by the sounds that flooded through her mind. Her fingers moved across the neck of the instrument while her other hand strummed the strings. Her eyes were fixated on the grass about a foot away causing her face to hold a blank stare. Without realizing it, Palmer also sang the words to each song she played quietly to herself. This was the ultimate form of relaxation and exactly what Palmer wanted to do with her day.

The air in the field was nice. Not too hot, not too cold. This spot in the grassy patch of land was perfect for today's plans. It took about an hour and a half before the tips of Palmer's fingers began to bleed. She had been pressing her fingers against the strings with so much force without realizing it that the strings created shallow cuts that eventually got deeper. Once she felt the blood running down her fingers, Palmer stopped abruptly. The sound of her voice and the guitar stopped and the sudden silence brought Palmer back into reality. Over the course of her short stay here at camp, she had learned how to heal shallow cuts. With no effort she muttered a few words and the scraps vanished leaving only blood behind.

With her senses all back and alert, Palmer got the feeling that she was being watched. Like someone had followed her to this spot? Without hesitation, Palm turned her head only to see a rather familiar girl standing a good distance away. Palmer wiped the remaining blood in the grass leaving her hands almost clean. She pulled the strap of the instrument off of her shoulders and left the guitar in the grass as she stood. "Oh, sorry! Was the noise bothering you?" Her words sounded sincere. She was now facing the girl from a few feet away. She looked familiar, like they had met before or something. Then again Palmer had a terrible memory. Her name was something like Taffy, or Tolpoia? It's got to be something like that.

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Word Count: four. three. three.
Tagged: Thalia!
Outfit: Click Here.
Notes: Ehh do you see what school does to me!
Low muse but it'll get better! ... I hope :P

[thalia grace]

LIE AWAKE IN BED AT NIGHT AND THINK ABOUT YOUR LIFE DO YOU WANT TO BE DIFFERENT
TRY TO LET GO OF THE TRUTH THE BATTLES OF YOUR YOUTH

Thalia loved music. Grover had told her that she could've been an Apollo kid in a previous life, trying for the Isles of the Blest by being reborn again. She was someone that connected with music, someone that had once only had music as the only thing she could related to. With her mother, and her father, and even Jason being given to Hera, nothing had ever gone right for her. When the world was turning upside down, she'd put her headphones on, turn up the volume until her eyes could barely focus and she would lay back and stare at the ceiling and not think while the music blasted away everything in her mind. It had been loud, hateful, angry, passionate ... something that no kid should actually understand. Then again, the daughter of Zeus had never thought or acted at the level she should've been at whatever age she was. She'd always been ahead - but maybe that was because she was a demigod, and if you had the right demigod parent, you didn't turn out to be a total loser who would get no where in life. Not that being Lieutenant Hunter of Artemis, a band of preteen immortal man-haters, qualified as getting somewhere in life. How could she put that down on any resume, or anything of the sort? Not that she'd actually ever life a real life - immortality, living forever as a leader of the Hunt, that was the path she'd chosen for herself. The end.

"No, it wasn't," she said simply. She wasn't being gruff nor friendly because, really, at this point in time, she recognized the girl. She knew she was a Greek, for she had murmured Greek words for something or the other just a second ago - she hadn't understood what it had meant, the girl's voice being too low for her to hear, but she knew it wasn't Roman. She raised an eyebrow at her - she had wiped something off her hand and into the grass, and she had been playing the guitar without a pick. She'd cut herself - and healed herself. Apollo. "You're a daughter of Apollo - Greek," she said, with a raised eyebrow. Thalia hadn't been in Camp Half-Blood long enough at any point to make real friends except for the ones that had stood out most in camp. People like Clarisse, the Stoll Twins, and people of the like had been the ones that she had become familiar with. She could honestly say that there might've been half of the Greek camp that she didn't know, and wouldn't recognize. However, there was some actions that they made that would distinguish them from the Romans. Speaking Ancient Greek qualified as one of them.

TAGGED ?! palmer~
WORD COUNT ?! four seventy eight
MUSE ?! dying. *flail*
NOTES ?! yeahhh my muse hasn't been co-operative either, but i don't have school to blame. lucky. xD
CREDITS ?! credit to abominable ann. of caution two point oh for the graphics. credit to thirty seconds to mars with their song beautiful lie for the lyrics.

[palmer canton]

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Hearing that the music wasn't a bother to the other girl made Palmer flash a small, half-hearted smile. Still her mind went through a list of names to choose from, none of which fit to this girl. It was something with a 'T'.. Palmer knew that for sure. She had met her before maybe once when she first got here? Not knowing, not remembering was irritating though. Then the girl spoke again shortly after her comment on the music. She used that word again. Greek. What did that even mean!? Palmer got that there were two sides to this whole mythology thing but was it really necessary to label Greek and Roman? The other thing was... she pointed out who Palmer's dad was. A confused look crossed Palm's face and her head titled slightly to the side. "How'd you know?" Some people may have said this sarcastically, but Palmer really didn't know how this other girl knew. Sure she had just healed the cuts on her fingers by mumbling Greek but that wasn't loud enough to be heard. Not remembering was officially on Palmer's nerves to the point where she could hold back what she was thinking anymore. Well she was able to hold back the list of names running through her mind but not the question that she so desperatly wanted to ask this girl a few feet in front of her.

"Wait... do I know you?" The question could be taken as rude, but that wasn't how Palmer intended for it to be. She just said what she was thinking and words came out of her mouth. She still held the same confused expression that finally disappeared after a moment when her concentration was broken by the breeze through the field. Palmer immediately stood straight up again, her eyes falling to the ground where her guitar, her prized possession, was laying in the grass before her. She could remember the Christmas her mom gave her that thing about two years ago. She used to hate what it did to her hands after a few hours or after zoning out while playing. Her room Always had a box of band-aids in it after that guitar came around. Being able to heal herself was something that Palmer liked to take advantage of. Her thoughts on that were 'if you've got it, use it' which is how she looks at everything at this point. Literally everything.

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Word Count: four. zero. five.
Tagged: Thalia!
Outfit: Click Here.
Notes: Oh goodness... this it terrible.
Muse isn't feeling it today. SORRY LAINA!

[thalia grace]

LIE AWAKE IN BED AT NIGHT AND THINK ABOUT YOUR LIFE DO YOU WANT TO BE DIFFERENT
TRY TO LET GO OF THE TRUTH THE BATTLES OF YOUR YOUTH

The blonde seemed so confused as to how the daughter of Zeus knew who she was. Indirectly, of course. Your parent didn't make or break you, neither did your camp - Greek, Roman, they were all demigods. "You have a guitar, and you healed yourself," Thalia said before shrugging. "I picked up on it. Plus, you spoke Ancient Greek - therefore, you had to be a Greek. The Romans speak Latin," She said. Thalia could sometimes be the most observant person on the planet - rarely, but when she tried, she actually accomplished something. However, she was oblivious more often than not, and she sort of felt smart not stumbling into a situation blind and making a fool of herself, as she could do quite often. Sure, no one would do anything because she was Lieutenant Hunter and a daughter of Zeus, but there was always that one person that had a big mouth, and Thalia would always find herself in trouble for enforcing the way she thought - no one spoke about her unless it was respectfully, and even then, she rather wished they wouldn't. However, she'd been a tree once - that gave them the option of fair game on her. That was just one more thing her father had done to make her life difficult.

Thalia shrugged when Palmer asked if they knew each other. "You've either heard of me, know about me, or we talked on the ship briefly, once. Thalia, Lieutenant Hunter of Artemis, daughter of Zeus," she said as a way of introduction. The girl seemed almost ... new, to the idea of demigods, but then again, Annabeth had said that their numbers had risen since the Battle of Manhattan and the end of the first war - something that Thalia had been grateful for. The numbers of the Hunters had also risen, another thing Thalia was proud of. There were quite a few people here that seemed to be such good fits, but then again, the Romans had the Amazons. Thalia withheld a deep scowl at the thought. She hated the Amazons, for reasons that were all her own, and really, she wished they weren't in the picture. However, she usually didn't get what she wanted, and so she wasn't surprised when the Amazons kept on living, and trying to recruit. The daughter of Zeus found herself waiting for the blonde to speak, because she seemed to need a moment to digest what was going on - it was just something else that made the brunette think that she was new to their world.

TAGGED ?! palmer x3
WORD COUNT ?! four fourty three
MUSE ?! dead. >.<'
NOTES ?! same here. sorry kaye! x.x
CREDITS ?! credit to abominable ann. of caution two point oh for the graphics. credit to thirty seconds to mars with their song beautiful lie for the lyrics.

[palmer canton]

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Palmer shifted her weight from one foot to the other, she would cross and uncross her arms, look from the ground, to the other girl, around at the field, and back down because really she didn't know what else to do. This whole situation was still different for her, you could even call it awkward. The brunette explained how she knew Palmer's father was Apollo. In the past people had usually guess that Aphrodite was her mother, but for someone to guess, no not guess, know, that she was a child of Apollo, it was different. She had looked similar to the majority of her blond haired, blue eyed siblings, but everything can't be based from looks. Her natural musical and archery skill was the major give away.. and apparently so was the ability to heal herself.

Standing before this girl scared Palm a bit. She was intimidating for some unexplainable reason. Palmer just nodded in response to the explanation. It made sense, no doubt about it. Still the girl seemed familiar and Palmer asked. The answer was something that also made sense and followed by an introduction. Palm gave a half hearted smile before replying a few moments after. "It must be one of those. I'm Palmer." Thalia! That's what it was! Tolopia? What on earth was I thinking!? Finally the mystery of the name was pushed out of the way, Palmer was able to direct her attention to something in the introduction.

Hunter? What the heck was a hunter? Like a group of people who hunt bears and stuff? Palmer's face show a sort of obvious curiosity mixed with a bit of confusion. "A hunter?" She wanted to ask more but any other questions just couldn't come out. It was no secret that this was all new to her, and Palm didn't care to try to keep any of it a secret. She was open about her cluelessness but being near this girl, Thalia, she didn't say as much as she normally did. Thalia. She had hear about her or something, somewhere. Palmer couldn't remember who told her, when, where, or why she came up on the conversation but she didn't care enough to remember. Why go by stories when you can meet the real thing?

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Word Count: three seven seven
Tagged: Thalia!
Outfit: Click Here.
Notes: Shorter.. but it gives you a bit
more to work off of then the others.