Post by Max Darke on Sept 27, 2012 0:05:23 GMT -5
The Hermes cause, then run away from their problems, the Apollo and Demeter kids never cause problems because they're all hippie kids; the Aphrodite's stay clear away from trouble, the Athena kids resolve their small problems with talking; the big three kids cause problems but generally fight them head on; the Hepheastus's kick their problems in the butt, the Ares kids solve their problems with violence. All of them had powers. Small or large, all of the kids of major gods had powers. In the minor cabin, however, that was not the case. They all had problems to face, and they didn't have very big powers. Sure, maybe Reverie Belladon did, but she was one in few. As for the rest of them... nothing really. Someone could sing here, someone could draw there, someone could do whatever. The point was that they didn't have much talent. But as for most of them, they where the toughest bunch of cabinmates. They may not have looked it on the outside, but then the going gets tough, the tough get going. So you wouldn't see them not being put to themselves to use. If the camp broke into a battle, part of the cabin would tend to the wounded, part of the cabin would stratagize a way to defeat the enemy, and the rest of the cabin would be out fighting. They would be working until 100% of the cabin was in use, weather they where doing it willingly or the rest of them smacked some of 'em around into doing work. It was just one of the ways that a bunch of awkward misfits would come together.
Currently, one of those misfits, Max Darke, was sitting on the porch of their cabin. A fog bank covered the camp in a smokey mist. This was not good. Usually, all the weather was perfect inside of camp. Not being able to see four feet infront of them had a bunch of campers confused. The rockwall was hard when you could only see the lava when it was too late. Of course, Max not being able to see a few feet infront of her led to not only confusion; but paranoia. The slightest sound made her jump, and she was looking around like a crazed person. See, she was only outside because she was "standing gaurd", because Jamian McCovy had pranked them, so Cinder Lynn, the cabin leader, had assigned the rule that someone had to bee watching guard. Always. Max was alert and focused, she kept thinking she had seen stuff in the mist, but she didn't do anything about it because she knew she was imagining things. She was waiting for a foot to come out of nowhere and kick her in the face, but she convinced herself she was being stupid, and that no one was looking to kill her. Like, camp was the safest place ever, right? Right. Nonetheless, Max was freaking out by the time David, her half-brother, touched her on the shoulder and told her it was time to go inside. Max got up and retreated back into the saftey (yeah, riiiight) of her cabin without another word.
She sat down on her bunk and laid on her back. Several people were in the cabin with her. The whole phobia (almost?) she had of people had been broken. She had been forced to sleep in the same room as a bunch of people she didn't know, so that about did it for her. She still didn't like people, but that didn't mean she was scared of them. Out of sheer bordem, Max pulled out her book form underneath her pillow and looked at it. It was labled "Who I Want to Punch in the Face [Property of M.D.]" she flipped too the current page (page two) and wrote down Chloë Black. That girl forever in the bathroom and cared waaaay too much about what she looked like. Max couldn't think of any more names at that moment, so she closed the book and studied the leather on the front and back. Yeah yeah, maybe this was unusual behevior for Max, but it was what it was. I don't control her weird sarcastic comments and her punches; I just write them down. So don't think this is me (Aries) making her act like this... anyway, she was just looking for something too take up a bit of her time. Was that a crime? Look, a rhyme! That also rhymed... heh, Aries is such a poet, isn't she?
Max sat up in the top of the bunk she shared with Cinder Lynn (annoying, no?) and she looked around. Everyone was up and bustling about. Regan Darkwood was in his bunk taking a nap, Cinder Lynn was below Max, drawing, and so on and so forth. And that basically meant that it was normal. Max herslef had been able to wake up early, eat, fight and finish all the homework she thought wouldn't be totally useless to her, so she had a bunch of spare time on her hands. What to do, what to do? She dropped off of the top bunk and swept the room again. Gods, what was there to do? The bordem was killing her more with each second. Just to occupy her hands, she put her hair into a braid. What was there to do? She would go insane out in the fog, so she had to settle on something inside the cabin. Or not... Max walked out of the cabin and onto the porch, then plopped down next to David. "I figured you could use help, so..." Max started. David asked what he would need help with, which sparked a convorsation of ideas that could happen. And, alas, Max had something to do.
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Notes That was a rambly mess. -.-