Calling all Demigods! discussion

Here, my characters write. Enjoy.

Name: Freesia
Mood: Lovesick.
Post:

Dear Myself:
Today I get sicker of myself everyday. It seems as if a plague of ants have attacked my leaves if I wre a plant. Ugh! My dumb heart fell for the guy with the fan club. Perfect. Lucas must already realize, but thinks I'm just one more in the line of "Hey, we love Lucas!" I can't believe it. Just one little conversation, and a random on of all, made me sadder. I wish Pallas Athene had not given me the shyest, dumbest, slowest tongue on the whole world. It led me to failure, embarrasment and complete terror. Now Lucas will think I am just a freak girl who likes him after just one little talk. Curse Eros and his arrows that hit me right in the heart. I can sympathize with Medea to have fallen in love with the stupidest hero in Greece, Jason.

Of course I have to say Myra took the prize. (Hard to call my crush a prize, but it's true) I envy her, but I don't hate her, I just wish Lucas would turn his head to me, though I know that day will be the day the be my sweet pet. Ha.I wonder what Chiron would say. Or Iviana. I wonder if Myra has anything I don't have. Well, for starters, smarts, guts, a smile, good looks....

Today I accidentally made roses cascade into another bed. Crap. But mysteriously when I plant roses they wilt a day later. Is it because I am in love, or because of something else?

Bored, Me.

Name: Andrew

Mood: Homesick.

Post:

Today would've been my birthday. But it's not. It's not my birthday only, but Arthur and Anthony's too. I miss 'em. Heck, I knmow they're fine, that no one in this bloody camp knows they exists, but I miss them a lot. I still remember the old days, fighting monsters the three of us, the Invincible Triplets. I still remember my guitar. I was the guy in the front. We killed monsters, hitchhiked the whole country, met gods and spirits (I still remeber Nike, the feisty one. I still remember when we challenged her to the race and we won and she turned Arthur, the most loudmouthed of us, into a snail, but our dad manageed to make him human again) and enjoyed freedom. Now ever since that f^cking satyr found me I've been separated from my brothers.

I found this really hot girl from the Hebe cabin, Myra. Unfortunately she's...in love with this Ares Cabin guy. Lucas. The guy who broke my wrist in capture the flag. Ouch. No matter, I still like a whole lot of other girls. No, not a sl^t, just attracted to girls. I know what Arthur would say. "Yup, just like our dad with nymphs." I remember I broke his nose after that, and Anthony managed to break mine, while Arthur breaked his for butting in. Thankfully, we managed to heal.

Anyway, I miss the guys, my brothers. Not exactly homesick, 'cause since mom died when we were nine, USA has been our home. Freedom was our passion, and hitchhiking our living.



Andrew.

Well done, I like it C;

But er, has Andrew met Myra yet?

...I adore the fact that you portrayed Lucas so well. He would've totally broken his wrist, and I love that. <3 Nice post.

Whimsicality wrote: "Well done, I like it C;

But er, has Andrew met Myra yet?"

Nope. only has seen her.

Name: Ruby.

Mood: Anxious.

Post:

I am apprehensive and anxious today. I feel sad Jason will have to leave someday. Feelings wash into me and confuse me. However, I manage to stay positive all these days.

The wound is better. I consulted an Apollo cabin boy and he said the venom would have eaten my leg away and damaged the baby. But I managed to wash my wound. The infection has stopped, and the color is a horrible decaying brown, like dead leaves.

I managed today to play my cello vigorously but I didn’t want to leave my cabin. It gets harder to withstand back pain. And I’m 22! I can’t believe it. I wrote three pages of my symphony. It still has no name. I feel so anxious for the baby to come and for inspiration to strike and come up with a name. “Fletcher’s First Symphony”? Pathetic. I wonder if I should name it where I got the inspiration to do it. Paris, France. I remember it was in my honeymoon, and my hotel was far away from the center of the city, and it was peaceful. The Seine looked fantastic....

Ruby.

Name: Inger

Mood: Wild, guilty, out of control, a monster.

Post:

My hand barely writes these words. I feel sick, secluded, like I’m not a half-blood, but a monster. Like some kind of werewolf. I tried to kill someone! I even cut my arm twelve times. The guilt was like an open faucet turned at the maximum power. I drank nine bottles of Guilt potion to make myself feel nothing. At the eight bottles I stopped a while or I would have had a stroke. But I don’t care. I need to leave. I’m a danger to everyone else in this accursed camp. Myra from the Hebe cabin has proven that. Who knows, maybe I’m the one who created the Sickness of the Hunters or something.

When I’m, in my other personality, I feel angry, wanting revenge. I still remember the first time it struck. It was before the whole Sickness thing, a week before. I was happily talking to Scarlet from the Aphrodite Cabin, and excused myself to the bathroom. Suddenly I blacked out. I felt so full of power, hungry for revenge. I headed to my cabin...and I don’t remember. The second time was a day before the Quest. I was in Archery lessons, and in front of Chiron and the half-bloods I ran away. I don’t really remember this, but it’s fuzzy. I remember going to the space between the Cabins 7 and 8. And that was all.

I almost killed someone. I hate myself. I already self-punished myself with the cuts. But I’m still a danger. I don’t care a whit about anyone here, but they’re innocent. Just calmly writing here is a crime. I must leave. Now.

Inger.

Awesome!!

Name: Amber.
Mood: Sick and tired.
Post:

I have decided here in my journal I shall write a will. There are many chances I shall not live to give away my possesions, however few they may be. Lady Artemis is still missing. I do not believe one moment she is weak, or that she does not care about any of us. She will come back.
Odette is very gentle with us sick ones. She lets me--only me--to go outside for I am a spring nymph, and need strenght from the lake. The lake slowly gives me little strnghts but is not enough to stop the coughing fits.

I solemnly declare my bow and quiver of arros to be of Francesca Russo, should I die. She may become a hunter, she may not. No matter what Odette wants, or even Lady Artemis. It shall be hers.

Amber.

Name: Ruby
Mood: Ecstatic.
Entry:

Finally. I felt sharp stabs of pain in me. I instantly figure my son (or daughter) will be here soon. I manage to run to the Dionysus Cabin and alert Jason. He grins ever so funny! He took my hand and we ran to the Infirmary.
I feel more contractions attacking me, and I breathe, relaxed.
So I decide to concentrate on memories.

I was seventeen that year. Olive and Daphne from the Demeter cabin invited me to watch the stars that night. We enjoyed in the camp grounds the shooting stars and we also planted Brazilwood in the deep, rich soil. I was so happy. The little, teeny plant grew.
Suddenly I hear:
"Ruby, right?"
I turn and gasp. An attractive young man with slight Italian feautures looked at me. Olive gasped in jealousy.
"Yes. I'm Ruby" I manage to say without stammering...
Who knew he was going to be my husband!

Pain. More pain. We arrive at the Infirmary.

The next month, Jason asked me out. I knew his name! He liked me! Daphne was soo helpful and ironed my hair.
"You'll look gorgeous!" she insists.
Jason, knowing I played the cello, took me to the Music gazebo and listened a boy from my cabin played his violin.
"Ruby" he said to me, "I am prepared to love you. I adore you. You should know that..."
"Yes" I squeal.
He leaned down and kissed me for the first time.

"Push" someone says to me, beside me. It is not Jason. He must have looked for help. I keep my eyes closed but I scream with the pain. I wonder when will I start to cry.

"Do you take Ruby Fletcher as you lawful wife..."
I barely hear all the mish-mash Dionysus said when we married (Ha! I managed to convince Jason for him to marry us. It was very pleasing to see him annoyed, marrying us in Mount Olympus.
"I do" he answers. I looked at him lovingly, grasping the fact he would be mine forever.
"I pronounce you husband and wife, and go kiss, I don't really care, just do.." Dionysus turns in disgust.
I kiss him as never before.
My husband!

"Push!" I hear again.
I make every effort my little strenght can offer. I start to moan very lowly. I push down. Once. Twice. Again.
More pain.

Jason smiles at me and says: "You do agree with the choice of the hotel?"
"Well of course I do!" How could I not? It was a beautiful hotel in Venice --Venice!--with a view of the sunset that would not be equalized ever again in the world.
"I picked it myself."
"Nooo, we both did" I said sarcastically.
He smiled.
The honeymoon suite was magnificent. It truly was, but Jason was better than any place in the world.

Sudenly I feel some of the internal weight in me dissappear. But only some, curiously enough.
"A girl" Jason says.
I try to smile, but cry out as I still feel more pain. It was not over. I had to push again.
Push
Push.

I was normally cleaning the cabin for all my friends. Everyone congratualtes me for the wedding and I smile back. It has been two months since we got back from Venice. Daphne, about to leave Camp Half-Blood to recruit demigods in Japan, entered the cabin.
"Hey! I knew you guys were perfect for each other! I told you!" she crowded.
"He was" I admitted.
"Do you pplan to have children?" she asked, tilting her head. "How about you take this?" She threw me the pregnancy test in the bed. "I'll be waiting here" she added.
I enter the bathroom, chickling.
When I see two lines appear, I scream with delight. I ran outside the bathroom and hugged Daphne. We went outside, smiling and dancing around like idiots. Jason sees us outside the cabin and went went to me. "What's going on here?" he asked, smiling too.
"I think you know" I said.
He grins like a fool.

I double my efforts, and the pain is greater than ever as I feel more of the weight inside me leave.
"Twins!" Jason luaghed with glee. I keep my eyes closed. It still is not ever. I give one last push, and the weight dissappears entirely. I smile out of pure exhaustion.
"Triplets! A girl and two boys!" I still keep my eyes closed. I still feel more contractions, but I thankfully manage to sleep. For a while.

I got to write just know, while the children are being weighed and bathed. I no longer feel contractions.

Ruby.

Incredible.

That was amazing, I don't even mind (almost) about the powerplaying.

YES!

TRIPLETS!

:D

Name: Andrew
Mood: In love
Entry:

Love sucks.

I hate Eros and his daughter Volupta. Jerks. When the guys and I stole the apple from Eris, battled her to the point of leaving a scar in hher face, she told us all gods would curse us after the encounter. Good thing Hermes blessed us before the whole thing (we would always manage to steal something from the gods, that was the blessing) because we managed to end with 9 memoirs.

9 memoirs, 9 curses.

We stole Eris' famous golden apple, and "Every god we meet shall curse us." Demeter was the most subtle. Stole her unwilting sunflower, and "We shall never be able to use the plow correctly"? Bah. Ares? We stole his dagger. "We shall be incompetents with the sword..." did cause us trouble. Mnemosine? Her pocket watch. "I shall be addicted to the agenda". No kidding, I always have my agenda and her pocket watch near so I don't forget. Aphrodite? Her scarf. "It shall never work for you." Unfortunately. Temis? Her scale. "In every fight the unfair one shall lose." Well, when Lucas Cronwell broke my wrist it became obvious. Nike? Her lucky cap. "You shall always fail at running." Cruel. But the worst? Eros and his duaghter Volupta. I (only I) stole an arrow of love. And "My true love shall never love me back."

I never cared. Not until I met Myra. Her brown, satiny hair and bright blue eyes as if they had been painted by the sky itself entranced me far harder than I expected. I wanted to shoot her with the Eros arrow, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Love sucks. -Andrew-

*Sniffle*

Awwwww.

*speechless with amazement*

*runs in*
~love~
*runs out*

*Sniffle sniffle*
Poor Andrew..
But I need to ask the other mods-

Is this another Lily thing? Like that he did all that stuff?

Don't worry bout it Josephine..

It seems fine, like he's not invincible at camp.

Name: Scarlet.
Mood: Naughty.
Entry:

Okay, I have never stolen anything in my whole, dizzy life as a guru to all those whack jobs who fall in love like normal people (it seems I'm am not normal). Until now.
Okay.
Okay, I'll confess my crime.
How?
Dunno.
Ugh.
Fine.

This morning I walk the strawberry fields ambling peacefully when I see a scruffy looking son of Apollo in his cabin with 9 items that make my heart melt. A GOLD APPLE, A GOLD WATCH, AN ARROW OF LOVE, an a few more things that I would adore to have. I hear the name "Andrew". But I wait until he goes to the beach, He talks to Anabelle (Annabelle? Ugh. The girl doesn't have a clue.) And I inmediately ran to the cabin. Empty, huh? No, a few girls are there "I'll take something of a friend of mine's, Andrew" I claim and run to his bed. Not hard to find, the only one unmade with a journal and a diary on top of the bed. I have a cloth bag in which I stuff the apple, the watch, the dagger, the sunflower, the scarf, the scale, the cap. Before I leave, I also stuff the journal and photo album. No one looks at me! Joy! No one has suspicion of anyone in here! I have been stolen lots of times, so now I am suspicious. I walk down the door and run to my cabin.

I am a thief.
I am a thief.
I am a rotten and dirty thief.
I am a thief.
I am a thief.
Owch.

Scarlet.

LMFAO SCARLET. XD

/GREAT/ DIARY ENTRY.

Name: Marshall
Mood: Concerned
Entry:

Today I witnessed something really, really cruel, and it involves ♫LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOOOOOVE.♫ (Ha! That was from Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours.")
Okay, I used to think it was Aphrodite's and Eros' job to mess up people to the point of being unrecognizably in love with the love arrows and etc, etc, etc. I was neutral, because it didn't affect me at all.
But what I saw today enraged me. No, Aphrodite herself didn't do anything. It was a daughter of hers.

Today I see a young man walking down the forest and a girl he looks at like she's Aphrodite herself, or something. The girl seems normal, not in love. I make a trick so that the boy stops hiding (Go for it! Have fun!) and runs into her.

It was a nice, friendly chat I like until she arrives.
Scarlet.
That little....b*tch!
She had a friend.
She had a naughty expression on her face.
She had a love arrow in her bow.
She has a cruel mind.

She shot the girl! The girl wasn't in love with him! It wasn't fair!Of course, the cruel daughter of Aphrodite walks away like nothing happened. I frown, furious! The boy is kinder than I expect. He sees the whole thing and runs away for a moment, no doubt to tell someone. How charming! But he comes back. The girl cries. Oh, poor girl.

I dumped half a dozen of scorpions on Scarlet's bed. Good riddance.

Marshall.

OH. MY HISTORY CLASS SANG 'I'M YOURS' WHEN MY FRIEND STARTED PLAYING IT ON A UKULELE.

was it stargirl?

OMGSH THAT WAS SO SAD D:

Josephine wrote: "was it stargirl?"

Uh no...

My friend. He plays a ton of instruments.

sorry i love Stargirl!

Josephine wrote: "please delete the spam!"

I will.

Spam has been deaded.

Name: Anthony.
Mood: Peaceful.
Entry:

I suppose I should be furious with everyone: with my triplets for not coming back for me, with Andrew for making me assume his consequences, with Lucas for being such a feisty b*tch, with Myra for assuming I'm Andrew, with Rosa for just saying "oh" to my problems.
But no.
I seriously think it is...
Annabelle.
Yeah, yeah, I've met her once! Once! But I still like her. I remember reading that staring into each other's eyes make you feel more close to someone. I think that's why. Besides, she's kind of...I don't know, lonely? Like she seriously needs someone to talk to. I would certainly help her.
I may be the least talented of my bros. Arthur's got the strenght. Andrew? The brains. But me...I think seriously I may have some talent of my own. Not art, music, sports, or any of these. I think...I more empathic. Like, Andrew didn't know how to fix his mess. Arthur wouldn't, too, if it had been him. That's because they don't think too much on someone else.
I think about Belle, and I think I would take care of her.

-Anthony-

:D

Name: Andrew Williams
Mood: "How do you say 'completely @ss-kicked' in hellish?"
Entry:

I could say I took the train, a pegasus, hitched a ride with the Gray Sisters, whatever.
But is ten times more humilliating to say the truth. The truth? I had to mail myself to camp.
Go ahead, laugh all you want.
It all began when I woke up yesterday, and my only companion was gone. Franticly searching every corner of Chicago, I get an Iris message in which reveals three bad pieces of news.
1) Anthony's in love with Annabelle, which I'm taking as a bad sign,
2) Arthur had run away to camp to rescue him (and apparently is stuck there, and
C) Annabelle offered us a home.
The news were not taken gladly, seeing as I was a complete mute at the time, and I don't know why was Annabelle so kind wiht me (I mean, I've only talked to her once!)
Back to the Iris message. I admit the impossible (Arthur says my fatal flaw is fear of responsability, which is why I did not want to fix my mess myself, but Apollo already told me it is overconfidence), and determine myself to fix stuff at camp. Then it was like someone had poured lava in my throat, and realize I can talk. Again. Of course, I needed to go to camp or the laryngitis would come back, so I did the most humiliating situation of all.
Mailing myself.
Wrapping myself in plastic foil was not easy at all. Then I had to put the stamp. And hear Hermes cracking up was not the best thing.
After being practically dumped on the ground, I run off to my doom.
Lucas and Myra.

Well, on that positive note,

-Andrew-.

1, 2, c? xD

Nice diary!

Aw.... poor Andrew :(

Name: Michelle.
Mood: Excited to make trouble.
Entry:

I finished reading Much Ado About Nothing today. It ended so amazing! I forgave Claudio for embarrasing poor Hero, and how Beatrice and Benedick got married! Aww! I have to relate a little with Beatrice. Proud, contemptous, proud and sassy, I love making a fool out of boys. I know, it's really inmature to think that when I'm fifteen, but I don't think I should get into boys seriously until college. Until then, I'll just flirt and have fun. I hope I'll meet him someday, and that he'll love me, but not until then.
And I do sincerely hope he will not, repeat, not be like Benedick. The relation would be far to stormy, and then again, how would I ever confess that I love him. In the words of Beatrice, Shall, I that have so oft met him with scorn, write to him that I love him? It would be completely embarrasing. Maybe, I shouldn't be so sassy and trying with guys. I don't want to scare any potential guy away. But my point of course is, love sucks for now, and nothing will change it for now.
I heard that this girl from the Hebe cabin got into a bad situation with his real crush, a son of Ares, and a flase crush, a son of Apollo. I say, c'mon! If you like them both, say you're too rushed and push them both away.
These days I'm dying of cold, and a half-brother taught me how to pick at the specific lock in the camp store to get a decent sweater. Well, I'm heading that way.

-Michelle-

Name: Bea Lowell
Mood: Triumphant.
Entry:

Had an amazing day. I saw...guess. Cal.
Well, a week ago I asked someone how do I get him to like me, then she says Eros Cabin. I'm terrified of Airlia's big swagger, but I duck in. They told me Aphrodite cabin, but I still thought it was better to go along with them, and I had to pretend I was going to seduce him! No! When they mentioned, "Airlia" I literally ran out of the place.
Now, just being myself worked fine. I took my loyal weapons, pepper spray and axe (By the way, my axe is Erysichthon of Thessaly's blade. My dad, who first gave it to me, recommended me to build a new reputation out of the blade to prove myself daughter of the goddess of flowers and grandmother of the goddess of nature. Of course I want to build a new reputation to...but my cabinmates would hate me if I told them what it was, not to mention the dryads, hamadryads, sons of Demeter...etc.). I met him finding some weapons, and made some idle chit-chat, but I like him a lot.

Bea.

Aw. xD

Name: Andrew Williams.
Mood: Agitated.
Entry:

I know no Seer must feel creeped out by his sight, but that's how I first felt. The very first vision I had was right before stealing Eris' apple, that almost came true: Anthony dying to Eris. At first I thought it was a once thing. Just once. But after a vision of Lucas' spear (who bears a lot of resemblance with Peris of Troy's), I found it strange...then after a vision of a burning castle (I still don't know what castle!) I knew it couldn't be coincidence. Since it had to do with Lucas, told Myra of it, and she looked kind of distracted. Couldn't blame her--it was the end of camp, and she was going to France. But I got close to confessing it to a half-sister, Hayley, whom I nicknamed Ferret Freak.But I had to confess to this dryad. Her name's Oenone--the Oenone who married Paris, then died and got reincarnated as a dryad. Then she started getting her water powers back (she was originally a naiad), and that must lead to no good. At all.

Andrew.

I'll make it longer later.

Also, Lucas has ACHILLES of PTHIA's spear.

I´m sorry.

I think Jo needs to write an Ellie diary entry!!!!! Yes? Whim, do you agree?

Yes!

:D I just thought of that.