A Peanut Butter Doomsday {Open}

[Cody Thompson]

Today was going wonderfully for the young son of Melpomene. The sun had started to peak through the clouds after the couple weeks of storm they had had. Cody had started a little band practice in the amphitheater, that had turned out to have a quite large turnout. There had been dancing, singing, some dude playing the drums, while Cody sang and played the guitar. It left a lasting smile on the boys face. Even lunch had passed pretty smoothly. None of his cabin mates ate anything that had peanut butter.

In fact, he vaguely noticed that there was a lack of the substance that caused him to fidget in his seat when he saw people eating it. It wasn't his fault. He just had a slight fear of the peanut butter. Okay, maybe more than a slight fear. He might have a tiny cringing and almost puking episode if he even ate a teaspoon of the stuff. But it wasn't his fault! Blame his dad. Well, that's a bad saying as his dad is dead. It might've been the fact that the last thing his dad made him was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

That might have started the fear. Oops. Secrets out. Well, that and the fact that so many people were allergic to peanuts. It was a scary thing! But anyways, he noticed that the cafeteria, didn't have anything with peanut butter. And to say that sent a sigh of relief through the boy would be an understatement. He didn't have to worry about kids from his cabin eating it next to him and what not. As he walked through the cabins, he twirled his guitar pick in between his fingers of his hand as he headed towards his cabin.

He was going to relax there for a little while before going to go to a mandatory practice in the arena. Chase had been putting his mind to other things lately after his little episode by the lake a couple days into the storm. It seemed teaching some of the ones close to himself the art of defense was helping with his slight anger issues. Cody flopped on his bed and lazily thought of an acoustic guitar as the pick transformed into one. HIs fingers slowly moved over the strings as chords were strummed out. A few moments passed and he heard some rustling outside the door. He paused the strumming and looked at the door with a raised eyebrow.

But when the shuffling stopped he shrugged and continued. About half an hour had passed before he put down the guitar and got up to go change to something more appropriate to spar in. Coming back out in his Camp Half Blood shirt, different pair of jeans, and some sort of hiking/athletic boot, he grabbed the pick which had turned back into itself while he changed. He didn't own a sword personally, but was told that there were swords down at the arena, so that didn't necessarily matter.

As he went to open the door, he didn't take notice to the extra little push he had to use to open it. Nor did he take notice to the small string set across the bottom of the door. But multiple things did happen at once that he noticed. Not only did he trip over said string, but as he regained his balance by holding onto the banister, he failed to look up at the bucket that the pulling of the string tipped over. He failed to see the, what seemed to be gallons, of peanut butter falling from the bucket onto his head, until it was too late. Once he did notice, he was covered in the goopy substance from head to shoulders and part of his torso.

Cody, felt his body freeze. He went to reach his hand up through his hair, felt more of the stuff and couldn't stop the, not so manly, scream that came from his mouth.

WORDS: 664
TAGGED: Mia/Anyone who chooses to post AFTER her
MUSE: Late night ramblings with Ana
LYRICS: Waiting for the End; Linkin Park
CREDIT: TOMOLONIS of Caution 2.0!

[Mia Clifton]

It was another lazy day at Camp, but at least the sun was shining. The past few weeks had been filled with clouds and gloom, sapping Mia's energy. Thanks to her godly parent, Mia often tired more quickly when the sun wasn't out. Nighttime during any moon phase but the new moon was a bit better since she was a huntress, but the daughter of Apollo still preferred the sun. Not that she would ever mention such a thing to either her dad or her aunt, of course. That was how godly wars got started.

Adding to her energy was the Reese's Pieces she was snacking on. As much as Mia liked to make fun of America and the people who resided in it, she had to admit one thing-- they knew how to make candy. She couldn't believe that she had gone a full twenty years of her life without tasting these tiny peanut butter filled, candy coated pieces of heaven. It was true that she had spent the majority of those twenty years in countries that did not have access to such glorious foods, but still. It was ridiculous how some products were produced in only a select few countries.

Yes, everything was promising to be a pretty good day. Smiling to herself, Mia wandered through the cabins, on her way to the beach. As she passed the Minor Gods cabin, a scream pierced the silence. At Camp Half-Blood, that was usually nothing, but the strange thing was that this scream seemed to erupt from the Minor Gods cabin, which wasn't known for being too loud. It continued, never stopping, and Mia ran for the entrance, concerned. Bounding up the steps to the cabin, she called out, "Are you okay?!"

The door was ajar, but the opening wasn't large enough to see through. Mia hesitated, knowing that entering someone else's cabin without permission was considered bad form. But what if this person was dying? (And at Camp Half-Blood, that was definitely a possibility). Finally, she decided that she'd enter, manners be damned. It would probably win her a few enemies, but then again, she already had tons of enemies by virtue of being a Huntress. Besides, someone could be dying in there.

Mia wrenched the door open and found herself looking at a boy crumpled in a heap, covered with something brown and rather sticky-looking. Instinctively, she stepped back, not wanting to touch the brown goop. And then the smell hit her, an overwhelming peanut butter-y smell that filled the air. At first, she couldn't tell if that was just the candies she had been eating or the brown stuff itself, but the smell became overpowering. There was no doubt about it, the stuff covering the boy was peanut butter.

So this had all been a prank of some sort. Mia started to giggle. The prank had been executed perfectly, and it was undoubtedly the work of one of the Hermes campers. She made the mistake of glancing at the boy again, and laughter bubbled up through her again, twisting her insides, as she thought of the rather girly scream that had summoned her here.

Word Count: 538
Tagged: Chase, Open
Notes: Let me know if I need to change anything since I wasn't too sure how exactly the prank was set up. And sorry for taking so long!

[Cody Thompson]

When he heard a girls voice asking if he, or whoever she assumed must be hurt, was okay, his screaming stopped. Well schist. He had hoped he hadn’t screamed that loud, but luck wasn’t on his side as the door opened wider revealing a young huntress of Artemis. Mia, he believed her name was. He tried standing up, only to slip in the peanut butter and let out another scream. And as he heard the girl start to giggle, his cheeks flushed. This was just perfect. Someone here witnessing his freak-out. He tried standing, successfully this time, as she erupted into louder giggles.

”No. I’m not okay.” His voice came out gruff as he started trying to wipe it off his face, to no avail though as his hands were covered in the stuff as well. He looked at her, sending a small glare. ”Can you stop giggling! It’s not funny!” His voice came out with a slight whine at the end as he fidgeted in his spot and tried shaking it off. The sticky goopy stuff, still sticking to him, but some chunks starting to fall off.

As he felt the stuff slithering off of him, he shivered. He didn’t like the feeling of this. Not one bit. Whoever did this was going to pay. And Cody wasn’t one to normally hold a grudge. He looked back at the girl, only for something to register. ”You got here pretty quick.” He paused in his attempt to try and rid his face of the peanut butter with the bottom of his shirt, but as that was covered in peanut butter, he failed again. He stopped himself from letting out another groan or whine and instead swung his hand back and forth really fast. This was disgusting. He was going to talk to Chiron about not having anything peanut butter related in camp at all anymore.

It was a decent proposal right? He turned back to Mia. ”You did this! Didn’t you! Who told you I didn’t like peanut butter? It wasn’t that obvious, was it?” His voice had raised slightly, the anger at being covered in something he hated a lot getting to him finally. The stuff would be nearly impossible to get out of his hair. Not only that, but it wouldn’t even be worth it to save his clothes. He knew the smell would stay in them forever. That’s one whole outfit down the trash chute. Maybe he could burn them instead. He knew a girl in Hephaestus that would probably love to assist.

Seeing that it was going to be unsuccessful in getting the peanut butter off of him without a long hot shower, he looked to the door to see exactly how this had happened. Upon a little investigation, he noticed a tiny string that was pulled taunt, at a stepping height, near the base of the door. He followed that string to the top of the doorframe where he assumed the bucket of peanut butter had been sitting precariously on the ledge. Whoever set this up must’ve done it when they knew he was going to be the only one going in and out of the cabin for a while. It seemed like a simple yet effective prank and as he looked back at Mia, he gave her a look of wanting to know why the hell she would do something like that to him, when he had always left the Huntresses alone.

WORDS: 578
NOTES: That's perfect! Sorry for being so vague. Did this description help at all? I had kind of being leaving it up for you to decide. ^.^
TAGGED: Mia/Anyone
LYRICS: Waiting for the End; Linkin Park
CREDIT: TOMOLONIS of Caution 2.0!