Brains and Brawn

[StupidCupid]

@Darkair we can start from here!

 

[Darkair]

Okidoke. And we are officially in RP... (Now.)

 

[StupidCupid]

[Yep, would you like me to start with my post?]

 

[Darkair]

(Yup :>)

 

[StupidCupid]

[oki dokie!]


Catallina woke up with a sigh. Blinking her heavy eyes, she mustered with all her strength to get out of her bed. Pulling herself off of the sheets, she made her way towards her closet. Hands reaching in to grab whatever clothes she could find. An orange Camp Halfblood shirt and denim shorts to match. Putting the clothes on, she nodded lazily. Running a hand through her black hair, she thought of herself as "ready" for the day. Grabbing her boots placed messily next to her bed. She stuffed her feet in them and marched towards the door, pushing it open, she continued on with her marching.


She scanned the area, looking at the already awake members of the camp. About half of the camp were already awake. Huffing, she made her way towards the clearing.

 

[Darkair]

Sven, who was awake at the time, was fiddling with scraps he had found outside of the semi-dreaded Aphrodite camp, who had, like, broke something, probably. It was a good find, too; lots of springs and such. He hadn't slept all night, so he was wearing heavy boots and a blacksmith shirt / apron.

 

[StupidCupid]

Catallina spotted a figure crouching low in front of the Aphrodite cabin. How interesting! She wasn't really that keen towards the people in that cabin. It was far too pink in there for her taste. But the person in reformat of that cabin was clearly not a child of Aphrodite. He wore a very dirty outfit. An apron with smeared black soot on it. His hands weren't clean either. And his boots seemed worn out. Yep! Definitely not a child of Aphrodite.


Perhaps she could help the poor lad. Smiling lightly, she trotted over towards the boy, leaning over his shoulder to see what he was doing. "Would you mind if I ask what in Olympus are you doing?" She asked.

 

[Darkair]

"Eh?!" He said, startled. He stumbled over and fell over. "Don't sneak up on me when I have sharp metals," I warn, though being the daughter of war, you could tell I was simply startled. "I was getting scraps from these doofs who don't know a machine if you take it apart right in front of them." He said, recollecting the metals he had dropped. "Twould be nice if I had a little warning next time." He said, standing up. He was quite tall.

 

[StupidCupid]

Catallina watched him standing up, her eyes meeting his. He towered over her with three or so inches. She didn't like the height gap, but she had no power over it. At least she looked stronger than him, she didn't have the muscles her siblings had. "At least let me help you!" She piped. "I'm not doing anything anyways." Nodding at him, she smiled. "Yeah sure, I'll warn ya next time. By the way, do I know you? I don't really hang out with the blacksmiths like you."

 

[Darkair]

"Eh. I stand out over the crowd, so you've probably yelled at me for being in your way. Most likely no, though." He said, handing you some of the scrap metal. "You wouldn't believe how many people throw stuff out after it breaks."

 

[StupidCupid]

She nodded in agreement, a small smile on her lips. She bent down to pick up some of the stuff, black strands of hair falling on her face. "May I ask what you're gonna make with all this junk?" Catallina asked. "The Ares cabin has a lot of junk too if you'd like. Most are just broken or old weapons though," she said with a laugh.

 

[Darkair]

"Really?! Weapons are grand! Once they're broken, you can melt them down and make them into better ones. Or shields. Or..." He said, shortly afterwards blushing. "Er.. I guess Ares kids aren't into smelitng and stuff.." He said, leaning down to pick up a couple of paperclips. He was silent for a moment, then saying, "What do you all do? Try to kill each other?"

 

[StupidCupid]

Catallina laughed, her smile growing wider. She liked this kid, he looked like a cute dork to her. "Yeah we've got lots of old weapons. You can have em if you'd like." She bent down and picked some of the old springs and metal things. "And nom we don't kill each other! We try to improve on our skills. Someone's gotta help guard the camp right!"

 

[Darkair]

"True. Although, sons and daughters of Hephaestus make cannons and weapons to help protect the camp." He said, running a sooty hand through his hair. (I'm going to go to bed :/ I'll be on tonight/tomorrow morning for me (if you're not the GBT roleplayer excuse me ))

 

[StupidCupid]

(( Goodnight then! It's morning where I am, just so ya know!))


"Yeah, without you guys I guess we'll have to resort to fists," she frowned, unhappy of the thought of being separated with her sword. That wasn't such a pleasant idea. "Either way, lemme take you to my cabin, I think my siblings still have some me leftovers and all!"

 

[Darkair]

"Sounds like a plan." He said. He had a funny accent, but you couldn't quite figure it out.

 

[StupidCupid]

With a smile, she walked over towards a her cabin, it wasn't that far away anyways. Once she reached the door of her cabin, she used one of her feet to knock on the door. Waiting for a reply, she turned towards Sven. "I don't think I ever got your name. Mine is Catal-" but before she could even finish her sentence, the door swung open to reveal a very grumpy looking boy.


He was buff, with a scraggly mess of brown hair sitting on his head. The eyebags under his eyes were prominent and obvious. He had a frown on his face. Out of all the people to answer the door, why did it have to be Claude! With a deep breath, she smiled at her half sibling. "Mornin' Calude!" She exclaimed, her voice gushing with plastic-ness. "May I ask ya a favor?"


The sleepy boy didn't have the mind to even think at that time. He was still half asleep. With a lazy hand, he waved it around the air. "Whatever ya want Catty! I don't care!" He spat.


Turning towards her new friend, she nodded. "Let's get you your weapons, eh."


(Is it okay I brought in an NPC?)

 

[Darkair]

(Yeah, its more of a NRPC though )


He nodded, raising an eyebrow at the man as we walked past him. "Does no one at this camp sleep?" He asked, ubbing the back of his head. "Oh, my name is Sven, by the way. What were you saying yours was, before you got interrupted?"

 

[StupidCupid]

"Catallina," she answered promptly, the random little trinkets still held together by her arms. "How where did those go," she mumbled to herself. She carefully stepped over the scattered bits of enter armor and stinky clothes. She lived with a majority of males, and most of them didn't know how to clean up after themselves. With a huff, she finally reached the end of the cabin. With both of her hands occupied, she used one of her feet. Hooking the tip of her toes through the handle, she managed to fling open the closet door.


Inside were arrays of different dented, rusted and broken pieces of armor and weaponry.


"Take your pick!" She exclaimed.

 

[Darkair]

He looked as if he had just found the Holy Grail. "A-and you all don't have a shortage on armour and weapons?" He asked, looking through all of the scraps. He picked up some swords, and said, "Will you carry a helmet or two?"

 

[StupidCupid]

She laughed, looking at him in utter belief. "We get these from you blacksmiths!" Didn't he know that? What a silly boy this was. "Either way, just pick out the old broken ones, the new ones are here to stay . . . till they become old too."


She bent down and struggled to grab three helmets. She stacked two on her head and balanced one on her heap of trinkets. "Does this help?" She asked with a tilt of her head, balancing the helmets, making sure that they I hint fall off her head.

 

[Darkair]

I laugh, and take one of the helmets off of your head. I place it on the tip of the sword, and start to walk back to my cabin.

 

[StupidCupid]

Catallina thanks him with a nod, following Sven from behind. "Khoi can come back anytime ya know," she added. "We always end up killing a lot of weapons and armory because of our rigorous training." It's not that the thing she said was false. More like, sugarcoated. Her cabinmates loved their weapons, it just so happens that they age and die like pets. She just needed an excuse to get to know this guy better. No one ever talks to her other than her half siblings.

 

[Darkair]

"Yeah. We end up breaking a lot of machinery if it has one single spring out of place." He said. He kicked a pebble down the path as they walked.

 

[StupidCupid]

(Sorry if any spelling errors are found, my iPad's autocorrect hates me T.T)


"That sounds tough," she muttered under her breath. It sounded a lot like how she trained. One wrong move and she could either get injured or injure someone else. As they approached Sven's cabin, all she could do awes wonder what it was like inside their cabin. She bet it would look better than hers. All Catallina's cabin had was either messily placed weapons, broken armor and stinky odor.