Years Of Skill ;; OPEN

[Avery Jordana Sparse]

A crimson sunset was plastered out onto the sky, but the sun's end for the night wouldn't stop Avery Jordana Sparse from getting trained well. Tonight she seemed particularly interested in throwing daggers, because it was a skill she was yet to improve. Sure, she was skilled at it, but she wanted to master the profession of throwing knives and daggers.

Light rays of exuberant orange and light pink shot into the arena, giving Avery a sudden energy. With an encouraging, fast "Ya!" from her mouth, Avery let the dagger go spinning from her fingertips. SLICE! it shot the dummy right throw the heart. Suddenly motivated, Avery retrieved the dagger, and threw it again. This time it hit right where she was aiming, the wall. It sliced through the wall of the arena and stuck into the wooden walls surrounding it. Enjoying her accomplishments, Avery retrieved it once more.

A surge of pride washed over her, as she realized that her aim had improved as well, awhile her skills in dagger-chucking. She grinned at her sudden improvement, and picked up her sword. Four feet of killer celestial bronze, very sharp tip. Avery's sword, Harmless. She called it Harmless to make it sound weaker than it was. But really, it was a killing machine. Avery held it by a leather hilt that had been re-wrapped in leather multiple times to stop it from completely wearing out. She started chopping up the dummies.

Avery felt extremely enthusiastic about her sword and swordswomanship. She ducked through the two wood legs of the dummy, her height coming to an advantage, and jabbed it in the back. She pretended, in her imagination, that the dummy had evaporated, and went around to slice up some other practice dummies in the arena.

Avery looked at her wristwatch. 11:30 PM. She had practiced almost all night! She was about to go back to her cabin when she heard footsteps. Someone was lurking in her midst.

[Camille Devraux]

It was Camille's favorite time of day. Dark, yet just enough light to cast a blood red glow on the entire camp. She walked through the camp in her camoflauge tank top and tight brown flare pants. Something fashionable and cute, yet still mobile enough to get in a little practice at the arena. Her black army boots went up to her knees, hidden under the tan pant-leg. When she stopped, she kicked a small rock and watched as it tumbled towards the tree not far off the small path. After the skidding stopped, she continued on, glancing around herself to see if there were any other campers out at this time.

As she reached the arena, she heard the sound of another... girl, from the sound of it... grunting. When she looked inside, there was another figure, chopping and slicing at the fake figures. Camille couldn't help but give a small smile. She would much rather prefer dummies that felt her power. Ones that bled. Ones that could fight back and beg for her mercy... which she would grant, naturally. After all, wasn't she the daughter of love herself?

Camille crossed her arms and leaned in the doorway, eyebrow raised as she watched the camper, trying to decide what cabin she was from. She most definitely wasn't Camille's sister. While the girl was alright looking, she didn't seem to have the beauty that a daughter of Aphrodite possessed. She seemed to be doing too much slashing for an Athena child, and she simply didn't seem like the Aries children.

Without realizing it, Camille seemed to have slid a couple inches in her boots and she could hear the sound of gravel under her. Her eyes moved to the girl preparing to leave and began advancing towards her with her arms still crossed in front of her chest. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a loose bun, and a couple wavy strands fell down her cheeks as she gave the girl a smile. "Leaving so soon? I was just getting prepared."

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[Avery Jordana Sparse]

Avery was suddenly aware of who she was speaking to. She snorted "I was getting my water bottle from my cabin, actually." she said, her lie clearly effective "And check on my Hunters." Artemis was off doing something on Olympus, and she had left Avery in charge. The girl she was speaking to, and she had just realized this, was a child of Aphrodite. Avery could smell the heavy perfume on the girl, and see the shadow of her flowing blonde hair. The girl clearly stood with posture and elegance. "But I should ask you what you're here for." she continued "Most children of Aphrodite don't come here." that was true. Avery only really saw children of Aphrodite in the arena of Chiron forced them to train. They, by Avery's opinion, devoted most of their time to gossip, clothing and boys. Boys...ew.

Avery, being a Huntress, thoroughly despised males. While staying a camp, she preferred to avoid them as much as she could and expected her Huntresses to do the same. They, the Hunters, didn't usually go to a place with males as much as Camp. Avery raised her eyebrows at the girl. She was clearly confused on how Avery knew of her heritage and was now wondering of Avery's heritage as well. But Avery had basically given it away. She had said 'Hunters', the girl would probably figure out that she was in the Artemis Cabin, because it was kind of obvious.

[Camille Devraux]

Her Hunters. A servant of Artemis, and a heartless soul. Not that she had room to talk, of course. She was probably the only Aphrodite girl who didn't fall head over heels for any of the other campers. Perhaps a small crush, but that hardly counted when she could care less about their well-being. It seemed that actual love itself wouldn't find her, but who needed it when she could simply flirt and tease others?

"Am I that obvious?" Camille asked, tilting her head to the side, her make-up-less lips forming a small smile. "Well, I think I left my red nail polish on the sword racks," she said sarcastically. "Then again, maybe not all Aphrodite children color their nails with paint. Instead, they prefer the tone of blood, and the sweat that is good for a woman's skin, yes?"

Camille raised an eyebrow at the hunter, waiting for her response. Perhaps it would be smarter to simply teach the girl a lesson? After all, she was in a good mood, and she doubted Mr. D would mind her fighting. She tended to cause less blood when she won, and this Artemis girl seemed like a decent enough opponent, and Camille could use a little bloodshed to keep her spirits up.

"Perhaps when you return with your water, Hunter, you wouldn't mind a small battle. But go easy on me, you might chip one of my nails." Her smirk grew and her eyes narrowed at her challenge.

[Avery Jordana Sparse]

"I accept your challenge." she said. Before leaving, she turned around and added "And don't be decieved by appearances, child of hatred, because I'm a lot older than you think." with a wink, and a flash of shadowy brown hair, Avery walked out.

The night air felt cool against her skin as she dashed to her cabin to retrieve her water bottle. When she got to Cabin 8, she found all of her Huntresses fast asleep, safe and sound. A wave of relief washed over on her, and she grabbed her water bottle.

The trip back to the arena was as simple and shadowy as the trip to the arena. Avery was fast, light, nimble and graceful, plus she knew her way around camp. When she came back, she found that stupid child of Aphrodite still waiting for her. Avery took out Harmless. "Harmless versus what ever weapon you choose." she said. Avery wrapped her fingers around the comfortable leather grip, and waited for Camille to choose her weapon. la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la and now Avie's just filling her last bit of word count with OOC junk that she crossed out to make up for her crappy muse! She learned this trick from Aries who learned it form Maria ladee da!

[Camille Devraux]

Child of hatred? As soon as the Artemis girl was out of the Arena, Camille laughed. "Oui. Fille de la haine," she said to herself as she stepped outside into the shed to find a weapon she could borrow. Her eyes darted around, taking in the large selection of weapons that lined the walls and were piled upon the floor. Both celestial bronze weapons and average iron training blades were within her grasp, and she smiled. Reaching down, she picked up a lightweight celestial bronze sabre and brushed it across her finger, drawing a small line of blood where the thin blade separated her skin. She moved her finger to her cheeks, and drew two small lines of warpaint, before readjusting her hair to keep it out of her face.

As soon as she was finished, she returned to the Arena, waiting for the Hunter to return. Her eyes scanned the battlefield intently before she heard the other girl returning. "Bonsoir, Madamoiselle. I am glad you decided to return. For a moment, I thought that you would have forgotten me." Her eyes narrowed as she picked up the small sabre and stepped towards the middle of the arena. A smirk crawled on her face as she thought about the pain of this girl's suffering. She knew that the girl could range anywhere from fourteen or so to a hundred years old, and that she was most likely going to be one of the most dangerous opponents Camille had ever come in contact with, but wouldn't that make winning all the more glorious?

((262... Maria... you cheater ^_^))