Thanatos
Junior Member
Time: Approximately 10:00AM on February 12th
Jacob Lord
Location: Arena -> Mess Hall
Wearing: Jeans, combat boots, camp shirt.
Mood: Thinking rebellious thoughts.
Tags:
Danidify
(If Lynne is at the table),
koala
(mentions Kjell)
Jacob’s life wasn’t one filled with variety. Usually, it consisted of the same general activities - wake up, mess with his siblings, train for a few hours, pick a fight with a Hephaestus camper just to see who would win, train some more, dinner with his siblings, and sleep. A simple life, perhaps, but for one who, due mostly to his parentage, craved the thrill of victory more than any other feeling, it was a worthwhile one. One that kept him happy for over four years. His favorite brother, Mitch, was the first to fall ill, shortly after he'd returned from his first quest. He'd been the counselor of the Ares cabin, and had immediately relinquished his title to Jacob himself, to ensure that they remained on top as always. After all, a competitive streak like that never died. But unfortunately for the cabin and for the camp, Mitch died, signalling the darkness to come. This wasn't an enemy they could fight, that they could even see. Despite the combined efforts of the Athena, Hecate, and the remaining Apollo campers, no headway was being made, which just made bad moods worse. Camp duels, which used to be for fun, lighthearted, solely for educational purposes became violent fast, alliances were made to try to avoid the ill, which did nothing to help. Despite the quarantine that was put up in the training arena, people were still getting sick, there was no way to avoid it, it seemed.
That was where Jacob found himself that day. Sitting outside the arena, watching his diseased siblings roam around, cough, suffer. The arena was the home of many of his siblings, long before the quarantine was set up. It was where their limited talents shone more than any other's, where they couldn't be defeated. To see it being used as a home for the dying was... well, disheartening, to say the least. The mess hall, which should've been bustling by that point in the day, was almost silent, those remaining campers that were willing to be around others quiet, barely speaking to even their siblings.
Jacob had spent every morning staring into the arena, protected by a magical boundary set up by the Hecate campers as well as something similar to plastic wrap, like the CDC would use in a real quarantine, likely stolen by the Hermes campers. By that point, he'd spent already an hour and a half there that morning, signalling that it was time for him to get up, go to breakfast, try to pretend anything was normal in camp. He, like most others, had joined to be safe, to protect those he loved. How much safer was it than out in the real world, where the enemies were right in front of him and felled with a sword?
As he'd predicted it would be, the mess hall was sparsely occupied, a few people from each cabin, almost none from Athena, Hecate, or Apollo. Most of the Apollo campers were sick, the rest constantly working for the cure that didn't seem to exist, as were the others. The Ares cabin was fuller than most, most of his siblings were too stupid to understand that large groups of people were dangerous, but even they were quiet, just eating and leaving. Not Jacob, of course. Chiron said they should behave like nothing was wrong? Fine. He could do that. He didn't go to the Ares cabin, instead taking a seat at the Aphrodite cabin, which was rivaling the Ares table in what percentage of the healthy were there. They couldn't resist the gossip, he supposed. "Say I wanted to... Raise spirits a bit. Any suggestions?" He asked one of the older campers there, who also happened to be an ex-girlfriend of his. He slung an arm around her shoulders, though she immediately pushed him away, looking disgusted.
"Stay away from them? It always makes me happy when you do." She replied.
"Aw, that's just rude. You used to think differently. Kinda crazy about me, in fact. And crazy in general, but we don't have to talk about that. Seriously, someone give me a plan here, because I'm losing my mind. I need something to do. One of you throw a party or announce a campfire or something, because being out here is currently no better than being in the arena. Capture the Flag has been cancelled until... Whenever Chiron decides differently, and that's my main source of entertainment." At that point, he was mostly talking to himself, but he didn't really need anyone else to have a good conversation. He was a rambler, after all. "I mean, seriously, if nothing happens within the next... Like twelve minutes, I'm going to just grab a few people, write my own prophecy, and have a runaway quest. Who's with me? I know I got Kjell, but we need some more variety to the group." He grinned, though he was only half kidding. He could definitely convince Kjell to join him, and he'd probably get Alexander, who never went anywhere without his sister, Olivia, that was already a decent group. Then again, they still needed more people, and probably an actual prophecy, but the Oracle wasn't exactly... Cooperating.
Jacob Lord
Location: Arena -> Mess Hall
Wearing: Jeans, combat boots, camp shirt.
Mood: Thinking rebellious thoughts.
Tags:
Danidify
(If Lynne is at the table),
koala
(mentions Kjell)Jacob’s life wasn’t one filled with variety. Usually, it consisted of the same general activities - wake up, mess with his siblings, train for a few hours, pick a fight with a Hephaestus camper just to see who would win, train some more, dinner with his siblings, and sleep. A simple life, perhaps, but for one who, due mostly to his parentage, craved the thrill of victory more than any other feeling, it was a worthwhile one. One that kept him happy for over four years. His favorite brother, Mitch, was the first to fall ill, shortly after he'd returned from his first quest. He'd been the counselor of the Ares cabin, and had immediately relinquished his title to Jacob himself, to ensure that they remained on top as always. After all, a competitive streak like that never died. But unfortunately for the cabin and for the camp, Mitch died, signalling the darkness to come. This wasn't an enemy they could fight, that they could even see. Despite the combined efforts of the Athena, Hecate, and the remaining Apollo campers, no headway was being made, which just made bad moods worse. Camp duels, which used to be for fun, lighthearted, solely for educational purposes became violent fast, alliances were made to try to avoid the ill, which did nothing to help. Despite the quarantine that was put up in the training arena, people were still getting sick, there was no way to avoid it, it seemed.
That was where Jacob found himself that day. Sitting outside the arena, watching his diseased siblings roam around, cough, suffer. The arena was the home of many of his siblings, long before the quarantine was set up. It was where their limited talents shone more than any other's, where they couldn't be defeated. To see it being used as a home for the dying was... well, disheartening, to say the least. The mess hall, which should've been bustling by that point in the day, was almost silent, those remaining campers that were willing to be around others quiet, barely speaking to even their siblings.
Jacob had spent every morning staring into the arena, protected by a magical boundary set up by the Hecate campers as well as something similar to plastic wrap, like the CDC would use in a real quarantine, likely stolen by the Hermes campers. By that point, he'd spent already an hour and a half there that morning, signalling that it was time for him to get up, go to breakfast, try to pretend anything was normal in camp. He, like most others, had joined to be safe, to protect those he loved. How much safer was it than out in the real world, where the enemies were right in front of him and felled with a sword?
As he'd predicted it would be, the mess hall was sparsely occupied, a few people from each cabin, almost none from Athena, Hecate, or Apollo. Most of the Apollo campers were sick, the rest constantly working for the cure that didn't seem to exist, as were the others. The Ares cabin was fuller than most, most of his siblings were too stupid to understand that large groups of people were dangerous, but even they were quiet, just eating and leaving. Not Jacob, of course. Chiron said they should behave like nothing was wrong? Fine. He could do that. He didn't go to the Ares cabin, instead taking a seat at the Aphrodite cabin, which was rivaling the Ares table in what percentage of the healthy were there. They couldn't resist the gossip, he supposed. "Say I wanted to... Raise spirits a bit. Any suggestions?" He asked one of the older campers there, who also happened to be an ex-girlfriend of his. He slung an arm around her shoulders, though she immediately pushed him away, looking disgusted.
"Stay away from them? It always makes me happy when you do." She replied.
"Aw, that's just rude. You used to think differently. Kinda crazy about me, in fact. And crazy in general, but we don't have to talk about that. Seriously, someone give me a plan here, because I'm losing my mind. I need something to do. One of you throw a party or announce a campfire or something, because being out here is currently no better than being in the arena. Capture the Flag has been cancelled until... Whenever Chiron decides differently, and that's my main source of entertainment." At that point, he was mostly talking to himself, but he didn't really need anyone else to have a good conversation. He was a rambler, after all. "I mean, seriously, if nothing happens within the next... Like twelve minutes, I'm going to just grab a few people, write my own prophecy, and have a runaway quest. Who's with me? I know I got Kjell, but we need some more variety to the group." He grinned, though he was only half kidding. He could definitely convince Kjell to join him, and he'd probably get Alexander, who never went anywhere without his sister, Olivia, that was already a decent group. Then again, they still needed more people, and probably an actual prophecy, but the Oracle wasn't exactly... Cooperating.
