Post by Talia Winchell on Feb 7, 2013 23:54:52 GMT -5
It was several minutes past eight on a dusty, early spring morning; this was the time of year that everything seemed to be brought back to life from the seemingly perpetual slumber that was the depths of wintertime. The sunlight filtered through the dirty windows of the crowded Hermes cabin, and Tal lay there, watching as the ceiling fan made its methodic revolutions around and around. What else was there to do but lie there? No, she wasn't quite shocked by her dreams; now they were just a part of her day-to-day existence. She saw them every night - the daughter of Poseidon and the son of Ares. The visions quietly tortured her; at first, she was always ecstatic upon their return. But they always slipped away, decomposing and smelling of formaldehyde and rotting meat and metallic red blood. And of course, after that, she would wake up in a pool of nervous sweat.
Shivering as she finally willed herself to sit up and slip on her tattered Converse shoes, Tal considered her options of distraction. That was what she wanted to do now; nothing more than simply distract herself. Pretend that the activities she did entertained her in the slightest, when in reality, everything now seemed pointless. And it was then that she decided to make her way toward the climbing wall, a place she hadn't been near for who knew how many months now. It had never been one of her favorite places; it just seemed so treacherous. But now... she dragged her feet along, mostly oblivious to the world around her until she reached the place where the lava bubbled and the rocks tumbled dangerously close to ambitious campers. Scanning the wall from top to bottom, the daughter of Hermes considered attempting to scale it... but how would that work out?
ooc; sorry this is such crap.