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[McKenna Kallon Valerian]

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Love is like a letter wrote And life is like an envelope You can choose who you give it to But you can't choose who will give it to you And you simply can't write back to everyone Cause that would leave you so confused and harshly judged And all of my dreams are in your hands You hold all of my dreams and know my plans So why don't you send me on my way Love is like a letter wrote And life is like an envelope Be careful who you give it to They might not give it back to you And if everyone wrote back to everyone The trees would disappear with our oxygen And all of my dreams are in your hands You know all of my strengths and weaknesses So why don't you send me on my way?

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Maybe it was just the sense of imminent danger that she was feeling that had her in such a mood. She normally spent as little time as possible in this place, as she wasn't a fan of injury and her blood had a rather bad habit of causing burns, even on her own skin. Yet here she was, and had been for nearly two hours, hacking away at armor-clad straw dummies and panting. She'd borrowed a shield and sword from the armory, as usual when she got into this mood... All the same, it felt natural. She supposed it felt this way for all demigods. Natural fighters, a natural, parent-given defense against the monsters that their blood would attract. Panting, she sat down on one of the rest-benches with a huff, dropping the shield and short sword to her sides.

She was not a fighter. She was a helper. That was one of the reasons she'd never been on a quest, despite her age - she was awful at acutally trying to harm people. Of course, people and monsters were very different things, but as she was always expected to fight against people in sparring matches, they generally just expected she sucked. It wasn't that that was the case, per se... She just didn't like hurting people or ending up hurt. That was probably her grandmother's only influence on her... it certainly sounded like a Demeter thing. The Queen of the Underworld's blood ran in her... She was pretty positive that if the event arose that she needed to bash someone's skull in, she'd be able to without complaint. But until that occasion, she was a protector, really. Camp supplier of itching powder (for a price), that sort of thing. It was just a plus that her particular breed of rosehips added an extra layer of itch to the mix when they were ground up.

She was also an advocate of the stink-bombs that could be set up when ashes from the forges were mixed with ground poison ivy and rosehips - the one rule about those, though, were that the Minor God, Hephaestus, Big Three, Artemis, Apollo, and Hermes cabins were not allowed to be pranked with that. Minor God's cabin just because she lived there and was not going to have people hating her because she'd allowed it. Hephaestus because they supplied the ashes, Big Three and Artemis because nobody wanted to mess with them. Apollo because they were needed to treat the poison ivy of the lungs that occasionally resulted from such prankings. And Hermes was banned because nobody wanted to have to deal with the war that would result. She wasn't a fan of helping anyone prank the Aphrodite kids, either, because a choice few of them were okay, and it meant that she'd have to hear about it for months afterwards, but when it came to the Ares kids... She was all about that. All about it.

Digging in her backpack, she pulled out a bottle of water, uncapping it and downing a fourth of the bottle in a few gulps before she looked around. It was about eight in the morning - there were a few people getting up and around now. She'd probably have people coming in to train soon, or a class... Hrm. Maybe she could find someone to chat with while she was dismembering straw people.
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Listening To: Matt Corby, of course. <3
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Muse: Decent.
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[Mitch Frost]

ONE PUSH IS ALL YOU'LL NEED
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Tag: Mckenna Words: 532 Lyrics: Diamond Eyes - Shinedown
Outfit: outfit here Notes: Yay Children of Underworld
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Although it was rare for the Son of Hades to be up in the early morning he was up. Nothing different had happened, he had just gone to bed to early the night before. So his body told him to get moving at an earlier time. He took a shower to wake himself up a bit more, and without really caring what he looked like, he was no Aphrodite kid, and he mainly had a color scheme of black anyways. He walked quietly out of the house not wanting to wake up any of his siblings and soon enough was headed towards the arena. He wondered how many other people were awake right now.

Sure the Apollo kids got up at the crack of dawn. The Demeter kids got up early to tend to the plants, but whom else? Ahh yes. As he walked into the arena he saw a girl standing there drinking water. McKenna. Daughter of Persephone. Sort of like his step-sister in a way. She had been fairly nice to him when they had their brief conversations before. But it seemed like she had been here for a while. The dummies that had been put up the night before which had been almost looking brand new, were laying around her or had cuts were her sword had sliced through them.

He gave a little smile and walked the rest of the way up to her. ”Look what you did to poor Jack!” He went up to one of the standing dummies whose arm was hanging off. ”He has feelings to you know.” He dropped the arm that was barely hanging on and took a couple steps away. His hand hesitated on his sword at his side before bringing it out of its scabbard and slashing it down in an arc that would cut the arm the rest of the way off. The arm fell off with a fwoop and Mitch sheathed his sword and turned to McKenna.

He shrugged and spoke with a lopsided grin. ”Ehh…It was falling off anyways.” He looked around at the various people that were starting to come in and noticed that some of them were Ares. ”Better make you look busy or they are going to want a fight.” He said unsheathing his sword once again. He pointed it at her and with a laugh said ”En guarde!” He waited for her to get in a stance or say no to a fake fight. But in the meantime he asked her a simple question. ”So how long have you been going at this this morning?”

He still waited for her first move though, unsure of how she would attack. He had never fought against her before so he knew nothing of her strategy or her defenses. He didn’t think that she knew of his though. So if they did end up in a little fight, it was bound to get interesting. He hoped that with her being a couple years older than him, he wouldn’t get hurt too bad. But even if she was a couple years older it didn’t necessarily mean she was a better fighter. He grinned to himself at that knowledge.

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[McKenna Kallon Valerian]

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Love is like a letter wrote And life is like an envelope You can choose who you give it to But you can't choose who will give it to you And you simply can't write back to everyone Cause that would leave you so confused and harshly judged And all of my dreams are in your hands You hold all of my dreams and know my plans So why don't you send me on my way Love is like a letter wrote And life is like an envelope Be careful who you give it to They might not give it back to you And if everyone wrote back to everyone The trees would disappear with our oxygen And all of my dreams are in your hands You know all of my strengths and weaknesses So why don't you send me on my way?

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Her attention flipped to Mitch about the same time that he noticed her - it was rather easy to see him coming, considering he was wearing so much black that he could stand in a shadow and vanish. She swallowed the last bit of water in her mouth and gave a grin to the younger boy, nodding in greeting as he walked up. It was unusual for him to be out and about this early in the morning - Jonathan had hated getting up before noon. It was odd, really, that any time she was around Mitch, she could remember Jonathan in ways other than his death, but any other time, it was just the opposite. Perhaps seeing someone so similar to him helped her cope. That was what she'd been told she'd needed - a coping mechanism, some way to get closure.

She chuckled at his personification of the scarecrow. "Yeah, well, his feelings were challenging my sword. I think you can tell who won."[/b] She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his rather violent (and skilled) dismemberment of the remainder of the arm. So the kid had skills, that was for sure. She didn't know why she still thought of him as a kid - he wasn't that much younger than her, really. Older than Landon would have been. Mitch was definatley an amusing kid - a good personality trait, considering one of the stereotypical personality traits among his siblings was the whole 'doom and gloom' thing.

She laughed out loud at his challenge, partially positive that she'd lose. The best part about it was that she didn't really care. If it was one of the Ares kids, she'd have some hurt pride over the matter (which was why she always refused the challenges) and if it was one of the Aphrodite kids... Well, those, most of the time, she could beat them without having to try too hard. Stereotyping was bad, she knew, but most of them were just too... easily distracted. She'd only dueled an Aphrodite twice, and it was the same girl... She'd learned that a few of them could hold their own, though. She stretched for a moment, then scooped up her shield and the short sword and took a ready stance.

"Oh, it's been about two hours. Go easy on me, would you? This whole sword thing isn't exactly my strong suit."[/b] Watching him for another moment, she made the mental agreement with herself to let him make the first move. One thing she had learned from her multiple lessons in this arena - you could tell a lot about a person's fighting style by their inital attack. Even if she did have the sinking suspicion that she was going to lose this fight, she had every expectation of putting up a fight. Provided this turned into a real fight, anyway - it could very well just be a swing match, matching swing for swing and working on blocking. That wouldn't be bad for her, she thought with amusement. Maybe she should see if Cody or one of the other guys (or girls, even) from her cabin would come down and work with her. She couldn't exactly just jump into the lessons for her age group, as she'd get her rear handed to her, and she was a bit too prideful to step in with the younger kids.
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Listening To: Matt Corby, My False. <3
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Muse: Doing better! This thread is going to be all sorts of amusing. <3
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[Mitch Frost]

ONE PUSH IS ALL YOU'LL NEED
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Tag: Mckenna Words: 478 Lyrics: Diamond Eyes - Shinedown
Outfit: outfit here Notes: Haha that it will xD Mitch might get a little hard on her sometimes ^.^
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When Mitch had first walked up, his eyes had scanned the area. At first a few stragglers had started coming around, but then the Ares people came up. It was better to look busy in the arena than just be standing around. That cabin would try to pick a fight with almost anyone. This is why Mitch chooses that cabin to pick on the most. Then of course he did the little straw man dismemberment of the arm that was already hanging off. McKenna had spoken right after that, or was it before? He wasn't sure.

"Yeah, I see that. Don't let the silent ones get to your head though." He said with a sarcastic little smirk. Then the whole talk about fighting had come up and that's where they were now. Mitch had just set up in his stance. But McKenna was taking a bit to get into one too. So he straightened up for a moment really preparing himself. Then she got into a stance so he got back into his waiting and watching for her to strike first.

Mitch gave a little sigh as she didn't strike first but instead made a comment. "I will try not to. But in some situations in just can't be helped." He gave a smile as he lunged forward swinging his sword around in his hand until he had brought it forward. He made sure that if she didn't block it, it wouldn't give her an injury. He just wanted to first test out her speed and agility. See how fast she could defend. Sure, she said that she was not that good, but he had had many a person lie to him about that.

Whatever move she did, he stepped back after a moment. He squinted at her slightly trying to figure out what move to try on her next. He didn't want to push her too hard since of course she had been doing the straw man d9ismemebering for who knew how long already. He could probably over power her, even though he was a couple years younger. But he wasn't sure what she wanted to practice. Maybe he could help her with that instead. He glanced over at the Ares kids and then to McKenna. "Do you perhaps want to practice one thing in particular? That way I know which places to go harder and which places to go easier."

A small smile set to his face. As he waited for her response, he sidestepped once to the left, since his sword was in the right hand and slashed at a diagonal angle towards her shield arm hoping to jar her enough that she would drop the shield since he himself wasn't using one. But he never did. To him, it impaired his movements. He liked being able to switch sword hands if he needed to.

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