swords are dangerous you know ( open )

[CADEN JARED HEBLON]

PAIN HAS NEVER BEEN SO BRILLIANT
( I MADE SURE YOU WERE BUCKLED IN )
NOW YOU CAN WALK HAND IN HAND

Caden left the Hades cabin, shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight. It was ten in the morning and everything in the cabin was in order, exactly the way he liked it. Right now though, he just felt like going to the arena. If he was lucky, he might find someone willing to do a bit of sparring practice. Even though he was a cabin leader, he was extremely socially awkward and therefore didn't have many people he'd consider friends at Camp Halfblood. He tugged the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. For once it was a cool day outside, not just inside. To him, those days seemed few and far between. Once he reached the arena, he looked around to see just how many people were there. Not many. A small enough number for him. He found the armor that you had to wear if you wanted to practice with real weapons. He hated the rule, but he knew full well that is was one of those suck-it-up-and-smile rules. The scar on his back wouldn't let him forget that one. He didn't know if it was real or if he was imagining it, but it seemed to twinge every time he picked up a sword for fighting practice. Whether it was his own sword or one of the camp's, he wasn't forgetting that accident anytime soon.

Since he didn't actually have someone to spar with, he simply carried it back to one of the benches surrounding the arena. No sense in sitting there in entirely metal armor for five hours waiting for someone to show up. He looked at his sword. He'd forgotten to grease it last time after he finished and you could tell if you knew anything about weapons. He pulled the rag and grease that he brought with him every time he came to the arena out of his pocket. It was better than sitting there doing nothing like a loser. He put a bit of grease on the rag and started wiping the sword, making sure it was spread evenly and not clumping together. That finished, he set down the sword and leaned back, looking around. He saw someone new entering the arena on his side and briefly wondered if they'd be nice enough to ask to spar with him. Probably not, but hey, you never knew. People could surprise you.

( WORDS ) three nine eight
( TAGS ) open
( STATUS ) finished
( MUSIC ) anberlin
( LYRICS ) underoath
( OUTFIT ) clicky
( NOTES ) yup. it sucks. bad.

[Chloe Summers]

I catch myself staring at your face when you're not awake

I just cant help it

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Chloe sighed as she picked up her bow and was told to leave the archery range. It wasn't the first time she decided to argue with the centaur who ran the archery range. His opinion of Chloe wasn't the best, he believed that she would end up dying because she was a daughter of the big three who used a bow and arrow. This wasn't the first time that she had argued with the douche. You would think as an archery instructor he would be all for her being a major pro at it, but ohhh, no he insisted that she go and train with a close combat weapon. She cursed at him under her breathe and stalked off, not wanting to make the scene and bigger than it already was. She received smirks from the Apollo campers, who were born into archery but still weren't as good as her. She figured that she was good at archery and her power for being the jackass king of the gods daughter was she could control the wind, which she used to help her snipe things... as well as have a longer range and her arrows were a lot more hurtful since they traveled faster than anyone's at camp. Even the intense guy who carried around his bow. She had mad respect for him, but would never admit it since he was her biggest rival. She thought his name was Josh... and he was major cute. Chloe stopped her train of thought when she stopped in the Arena followed by the centaur. She thanked him without any real truth in her voice.

She walked passed a boy was was polishing his sword. She kept walking pretending not to be interested. She walked to the supply closet and stared blankly at the selection she had. She hated every one of them, a sword was to hay, the axe was too slow, the mace was to inaccurate. She rolled her eyes and looked at the Centaur who was at the only exit of the Arena holding her yew bow in one hand and her yellow and blue tipped feathered arrows. She gave him a fake smile as she picked up what looked like a rusted sword. If she had wanted to come to the arena to train, she should have come here first before all the good camp equipment was taken. She still didn't want to train but walked over to the boy with the sword polish. She sat down next to him and smiled shyly. "Do you happen to have a spare rag and some polish, I am sorry, I didn't really expect to be training in the arena today." She said surprising herself, she hid her bitterness toward the centaur well.
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Word count: 505
Muse:Kinda bad sorry
Notes: Please lead this thread whichever way you wish, I am open to anything
Lyrics: Shiver- SHawn Desman

Just having you here lying next to me

It's the little things that cause a storm inside of me[/blockquote][/size][/blockquote][/font]

[CADEN JARED HEBLON]

PAIN HAS NEVER BEEN SO BRILLIANT
( I MADE SURE YOU WERE BUCKLED IN )
NOW YOU CAN WALK HAND IN HAND

Caden looked at the person as he or she walked by. She. Definitely a she. Probably one of the best looking she's at Camp Halfblood. Not that it honestly mattered to him. He'd never have the guts to actually start a conversation with her, or anyone for that matter. He watched as she entered the equipment room; a centaur stood just outside the door, holding a bow and a quiver of arrows. He returned to polishing his sword, trying to place which cabin she was from. He felt like he should know, but he honestly couldn't remember at the moment. He focused his thoughts on making sure it was polished well, occasionally wiping a spot as he turned it over and examined it from almost every angle known to all creation. Finally satisfied that there wasn't an unpolished spot on it, he put the lid back on the grease, wrapping it in the rag. He set it on the bench beside him and carefully laid the sword beside it, careful not to mess up the polish. He watched the sun glinting off the blade, almost completely transfixed by it. Light on metal, especially that of a weapon in use, was probably one of the prettiest things to him, being the violent person he was.

He looked up with a start when he heard someone sit down and speak. It was the girl he'd seen go into the equipment room. She was asking if she could borrow the sword polish. It took him a moment to realize she was talking to him, long enough for him to look around for the person she might be talking to. It took him another moment to speak, and even then he stumbled over the words. "Oh...um...uh...yeah, of course," he said, his southern accent prominent, but he didn't sound like a redneck hick. He picked up the rag, shook the tub of grease out of it and passed them both to her. Caden could feel his face going red, and looked down, embarrassed. It was bad enough that he was being spoken to by someone other than his friends, but it wasn't helping things that the girl was extremely pretty. Damn his social awkwardness. It only helped him make a fool out of himself, even with only one other person around. He looked up shyly when he felt most of the burning feeling of blood rushing to his face recede. "Uh, hey. I'm Caden. You?" he finally managed to get out. He was better off sitting alone like the anti-social emo kid most strangers mistook him to be. Only around his friends, the extremely close ones, mind you, did anyone ever see his social side.

While he waited for her answer, he looked at the sword she'd chosen. He guessed the good ones were all taken, judging by the state of it. He barely withheld a snort of disgust at whoever hadn't taken care of it. Barely, but he managed to stop himself before he did. Some people just didn't understand the importance of treating a weapon properly. Caden sometimes wondered if he was actually a son of Ares rather than Hades because of his love of weapons and violence. He guessed it was just one of those things. Like whether regular or flavored water was better. Speaking of which, he preferred his water not to taste like grapes or any other fruit.

( WORDS ) five six eight
( TAGS ) chloe
( STATUS ) finished
( MUSIC ) framing hanley
( LYRICS ) underoath
( OUTFIT ) clicky
( NOTES ) my muse is finally
coming back after being on a very
extensive vacation. and okay. (:

[Chloe Summers]

And everytime you're close I shiver

shiver

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Chloe took the polish and the rag and thanked him under her breathe. She gave the centaur a dirty look before he turned and walked out of the arena with her archery stuff. She hated them so much, heck, even Chiron got on her nerves. She opened up the jar of polish as she dipped the rag in and gave a sigh for no real reason. She sat next to the awkward boy not really recognizing him. He seemed nice enough... and really nervous, but she was use to people like that around her. She picked up her rusted sword and ran the cloth upward along the rusted shaft. She stared at the sword with disgust in her eyes. She didn't really see the need to practice sword fighting since she was horrible compared to everyone else. She was blessed with amazing precision with an arrow... and the wind to help them be more effective than normal. Chloe rubbed vigorously on a spot of rust to no avail. She didn't realize that the boy spoke until she turned and saw his mouth move.

She gave him a polite smile, still not recognizing which cabin he was in, but sensing that she should. She noted that his name was Caden, but it still didn't ring a bell. She figured she didn't really socialize with him much... or at all. Chloe didn't mind though, she was all about meeting new people... Well, the nice people. " I am Chloe, Nice to meet you Caden." She said a little to formally, well, it just seemed formal to Chloe since it was so unlike her but she shrugged it off. She gave him a friendly smile as she continued to scrub away at the rusted sword. She wanted to go up to a Hephaustus camper and ask them to make her another one or maybe fix the messed up one she was trying to polish but decided no to. That way, she could complain at Chiron for making her do something she would ever be good at. She moved the cloth so she could see if the rust was any better but frowned when the rust was still present on the sword. She continued to try and lean the sword and stuck out her tongue without realizing it. She scrubbed harder and harder, but she doubted it would make a difference. Heck, knowing her luck, she guessed it would end up looking worse than how it started.
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Word count: 415
Muse: doctor says it is dead
Notes: Take this thread where you want... I am pretty open and my muse is dead.
Lyrics: Shiver- Shawn Desman

Everytime we kiss I shiver

Shiver[/blockquote][/size][/blockquote][/font]

[CADEN JARED HEBLON]

PAIN HAS NEVER BEEN SO BRILLIANT
( I MADE SURE YOU WERE BUCKLED IN )
NOW YOU CAN WALK HAND IN HAND

Caden's eyebrows rose at her formal way of speaking, not that she could see them. He was still looking at his sword, supposedly looking for spots he'd missed. He'd only looked over every inch twenty times by now, and eventually someone would wonder what the heck he was doing. He set the sword beside him again instead of waiting for dust specks to land on his weapon of choice. So the girl's name was Chloe. He still couldn't remember what cabin she was in. He just hoped it wasn't one of the ones he wasn't supposed to get along with, since she was actually being nice. "So what cabin are you in?" he finally asked. You'd be surprised how long it took him to get up the nerve to ask questions and also make sure he worded it correctly. He'd consider this time to be in the top ten fastest-moving conversations he'd ever had with a stranger. He looked over at her, scrubbing vigorously at the rust on the sword. It wasn't getting any better, but on a positive note, it didn't seem to be getting any worse. Though just by looking at it, the only way it could get worse would be if it suddenly disintegrated. That's why he hated idiots that liked sword fighting but wouldn't take the time to clean and polish it.

He watched for a few more minutes as she tried to get the rust off. It was actually kind of amusing; enough to make him smile a bit, anyway. Eventually he decided that he should stop her before she wore the cloth to a pile of thread. "You might as well burn the sword. That rust isn't going to come off, thanks to some idiots that didn't clean it." He paused for a moment, looking around the arena for no real reason at all. Weapons were one of his main strong points. To be honest, they were one of his few strong points. He was a cabin leader, but the whole 'leadership' thing only kicked in whenever it felt like it. It irritated him to the point of wanting to run his socially awkwardness through with one of the knives in his collection at home.

"I'm guessing you aren't exactly fond of sword fighting. Just judging by the way you looked at that centaur like you wanted to run him through with the sword." He sucked at making conversation, if that much wasn't already obvious. He was somewhat half-heartedly working on it, but not really. Caden was born a loner and would probably die one. He had two best friends. One of them was Jacoby, but only because he tended to be the nicest person to Caden at Camp Halfblood so far. The only person he'd consider his real best friend was Shane, who was his adoptive brother, a mortal, and far, far away in Birmingham, Alabama enjoying his summer vacation.

( WORDS ) four eight seven
( TAGS ) chloe
( STATUS ) finished
( MUSIC ) paramore
( LYRICS ) underoath
( OUTFIT ) clicky
( MUSE ) my muse is trying to pull a Kronos and
piece itself slowly back together with every test question
I answer. I hope it's working. xD
( NOTES ) sorry it hasn't gone much of anywhere
as of right now /: