Mother Night {Percy Jackson RP}

[ThermalTrickster]

He opens his eyes only to find the darkness staring back at him. He can't tell by the way it clouds over his eyes masking everything and everyone in his line of vision yet he can hear the rumbles of sleep as everyone snores around him. His brother is the loudest. He can tell by the hacking sound he makes as he inhales and then the soft sigh as he exhales. He sighs yet he can't hear it over everyone else. The floor is hard on his side, but he ignores it in favor of turning over. He hates this. He hates the floor, the people, and the smell of sweat that never seems to go away. He would never say it out loud though in the hope that he wouldn't get beat up after dinner, but it's true. Besides...it's his only home for now.


The Hermes cabin is almost always loud no matter what time of day it is. Be it the middle of the day or night there always seems to be some kind of ongoing noise that everyone makes. For a moment he wishes he had a bed. Somewhere he could sleep and turn over in and not have cramps in the morning. But he knows his place. He doesn't know his parents. His mother is an enigma and his father never claimed him. No one in camp seems to know either so they just put him with the other kids who don't know. All eight of them...surrounded by the Hermes children who always brag about their dad every time they enter the room. They make no qualms about it either. Like their dad they're cruel to him and the others.


Leon lays on his back for a few moments as his eyes adjust to the darkness. He can make out the tiny shapes of the people around him and he frowns. The light outside of barely there, but he knows that he can leave. The harpies always leave at this time and even if he left during the night they wouldn't bother him. He knows first hand how much they fear him even though he's done nothing to them.


It only leaves him to his imagination about who his parents are. Sighing to himself he flips open his sleeping bag ignoring the soreness of his muscles and sits up. The light is getting brighter and brighter and he can't resists the urge to tell everyone to shut up. It would only cost him a beating later if he did.


Slowly moving around he stands up and blinks away the remaining darkness that clouds his vision and stretches. He flinches as they pop, but he reminds himself that they don't matter. Everyone else is pretty much dead when they're asleep anyway...


He silently puts on his cloths and sneaks past them making sure he doesn't a sound as he creeps past. Quick and silent as if they would be proud of him. Opening the door slowly he slides past and tries not to feel the hollowness that's deep in his belly.

 

[Nico]

"Father, the spirits seem to be in unrest about something." A dark headed figure spoke as he stood in front of a throne made of bones. A figure dressed in a black suit which seemed to have faces popping out of it at times sat upon it. This was Hades God of the Underworld, Death and Precious Metals. "I've noticed Niwa." he spoke boredly, the spirits were always in unrest about something but, Niwa was right they seemed to be restless about something bigger this time.


Hades looked to the young boy and made up his mind "Niwa, go to camp it's about time you made your first appearance there. Maybe you could find out if something is wrong." He said with an ever chronic frown. Niwa was going to bring honor to his name, Hades was sure and maybe he would get accepted on Olympus one day.


Niwa nodded to his father "Of course father. Even though I wont be accepted at least I will make a name for you." he said and bowed once more. Before he went to leave his father told him that he was going to claim him at breakfast that morning. Niwa figured it was some Greek custom or something, at least he wouldn't get odd looks until then. Sighing he packed his backpack and threw it onto his shoulder.


He stepped into the nearest shadow and traveled into the realm of shadows. Something he would never get use to was the hands grabbing him from every side and beckoning him to join them forever and be lost. That was something he would never do, he had no reason to. Niwa appeared behind a cabin right when the sun was peeking from the clouds.


"Lovely, I made it just before the campers woke up." he hummed to himself.


It looked like only a few campers were mulling about and doing daily things before breakfast. He tried to remember what his father said, something about finding a Centaur named Chiron. The name was easy because it was close to the grumpy asshat Charon who guided the souls into his homeland. He hopped up the steps to the supposed Big House and knocked on the doors.


Then he waited for Chiron to appear.

 

[ThermalTrickster]

By the time he's near the Pegasus stables there's a scant number of people milling around doing nothing. He supposes they would because of the hectic schedule their all on throughout the day and he guesses that the morning is the best place to hang around with friends. Leon pauses in his walk around the camp as a group of girls walk in front of him with a Pegasus trailing behind them on a short rope. Their laughing at some kind of joke they made and he can tell by the way their hair is done collectively and the way their perfume rolls over him that their in the Aphrodite cabin. One girl glances towards him before looking away quickly seeming to forget about him once they change the subject.


As the pass by Leon continues his walk taking in the view. He can't lie. Camp Half Blood is beautiful no matter where you look at it. Rolling green hills that span the distance and ever constant blue sky that's the perfect shade at all times it makes him feel welcome despite his parentage. The grass beneath him is an incredible green and the history that spans the place is just as amazing. He can't remember how old Camp is, but he doesn't let that bother him. A sweet scent rolls over him and he breathes it in practically bathing in it. He smiles as he glances towards his left and waves at the small nymph who is tending to the strawberries. She glances up warily and waves half heatedly before turning back to her work.


Leon tries not to let it get to him. To be honest it's everyone that's like that. Well, it's the ones that know who their parents are that are like that if he wants to explain. The Camp has some sort of hierarchy is you look close enough. The Olympians are at the top of course with the their children a close second. The minor gods are well behind them with their children following. Everyone has a place on that social order especially children of the Olympians. The ones who aren't lucky enough to have Ares as a dad are lagging at the bottom of the pit looking for a way out. That's where he is. If he tries to think about it he gets annoyed and frustrated at himself and mostly at his parents.


There are times he wishes he could have a place at camp. The others who are like him don't really have anyone to listen to and any type of schedule to follow so they just linger around waiting. Waiting for their chance of glory like the others.


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It's early in the morning yet it's his favorite time. It's at the time he finally has nothing to do instead of something and he treasures it. He loves it to be honest. Don't get him wrong he loves his life, but he knows that there's only so much a man-centaur can take before collapse. He strolls out of bed at the knock on his door and tries not to feel the slight irritation that bubbles underneath his skin. Rolling his wheelchair at a leisurely pace he glances at the newspaper from the previous day and picks it up only to throw it away on the way to the door.


It makes a soft thunk as it lands on the bottom and settles there. Chiron is tired yet awake. A strange combination considering he's been doing this for the past three thousand years and counting. He slides on his natural persona and smiles as he opens the door and glances around before his eyes settle on the young man before him.


His hands settle on his lap and smiles softly. "Hello, come in. I've got coffee that's boiling if you're thirsty." He's a new face he will admit to that. With a more than a dozen campers under his care he tends to forget a few faces though he tries not to. It's one of his many rotten secrets that he wont admit to anyone, but himself.