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Subject: rose garden filled with thorns --- [private] Sat Nov 22, 2014 10:54 pm

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Fallon Roberts

Fallon was having an awful day. She woke up late, like four hours late, and completely missed breakfast. It wouldn't have been so bad, but she had heard the cooks were serving pancakes, her favorite breakfast food, and she missed it! As if that wasn't enough, the sweater she wanted to wear was stained. When the demigod finally walked out of cabin two, she wasn't smiling. The only positive thing so far was that she looked decent, in one of her crew necks and infinity scarves. The red fluff around her neck kept her warm and protected from the faint winter wind that blew through camp.

After grabbing an early lunch, she wandered around camp, making hasty conversations with a few of her mutual friends. The talks were very short, and didn't improve her mood. As she walked, Fallon noticed that the small amount of snow that had fallen was soaking through her vans and into her mismatched socks. Exhaling, a white puff of smoke blew out of her mouth. She watched the mist blow away into the pale air and sighed. While winter was cold and harsh, she still found it very beautiful, like most things.

As she walked, the girl slid on an icy patch of path and slipped, landing on her bum. Fallon groaned, her head hurting, but not as much as her ankle and rear end. She titled her head up, looking expectantly for someone to come and help her. No campers were in view, which meant she was going to have to take care of herself. The idea of no one being there upset her, and made her think of Ash. The most recent things they had said to each other hadn't been kind, and she regretted them. However, she couldn't help them from slipping out - she had been getting bored with their perfect relationship. Despite wanting perfect hair, she couldn't stand easy relationships.

When she finally got to her feet, Fallon tried putting weight on her ankle, but it was tender. Grimacing, the demigod looked outwards, and saw that the infirmary wasn't more than a few yards away. After long minutes of hobbling along, she finally reached the doorway of the structure. "Can someone help me? I kind of slipped." Looking down at her injured ankle, the girl huffed. Of course this just had to happen today.
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Trace Aaron Finch

Trace woke up early, like five thirty in the morning early. For the next hour he lies there trying to fall back asleep but it ultimately fails. So eventually he climbs off of his bed and heads to the bathroom to get ready for the day. When he's done he returns to his bunk and pulls on some clean clothes. He shoves his feet into a pair of beat up vans. He then pulls on his jacket, followed by a scarf and a stocking cap. Before he leaves his cabin he slides his ipod into his pocket and grabs his guitar.

Once he's left his cabin, he heads off towards the mess hall. Depositing his stuff at the Apollo table, he picks up a plate and walks through the line. Filling his plate with various breakfast foods he returns to his table where he sits down to enjoy a nice silent breakfast. Plucking a grape off the bunch he pops it into his mouth and slowly eats it. Pretty soon he's finished his breakfast and he throws his scraps away.

Picking up his guitar case he leaves the mess hall, heading towards the infirmary. He spends most of his time in the infirmary. There's supposed to be a healer on duty at all times and he's about the only one who seems to enjoy spending his time there, so the job usually falls to him. But he doesn't mind, he likes being able to help people. So a smile on his face he arrives at the infirmary and sits down at the table.

He sits there for the next couple of hours, occasionally helping others and occasionally playing his guitar. In fact he's in the middle of playing his guitar when he hears someone calling out for help. Setting his guitar down he stands up and runs out of the infirmary to the steps where he sees the girl on the ground. "Sh, I'm here"he says quietly as he bends down next to her.

"I'm going to touch your ankle for a second, hold on"he tells her quietly. He then reaches out and gently places his fingers on her ankle. He can tell that it's broken, but it's a question of healing it or putting it in a splint and giving her ambrosia. "Okay, let's get you into the infirmary"he tells her. Trace then stands and reaches out to take her hand. "It's broken, but I can fix it with a splint and some ambrosia"he explains to the girl.

Fallon Roberts

Fallon gave up on the idea of standing after a few seconds standing on both of her feet, so she sunk down into the snow, ignoring the chill the snow granted her as she sat. Snowflakes danced down from pine trees and landed on her nose and in her hair, making for a peaceful scene. She pulled her uninjured limb towards her and rested her chin on it, waiting for some sort of help to arrive. Unlike some demigods, Fallon didn't mind asking for help now and then. It allowed her to meet new people and make new friends.

Readjusting her scarf, the demigod looked up to see a rather dashing teenager coming to her aid. She smiled and tightened her ponytail, straightening out her leg before he arrived. When he knelt down next to her, Fallon gave him a quick once over. The guy seemed older than her, but not more so than three years. "Yes, I can see that," she replied quickly, laughing lightly despite the throbbing pain in her ankle. Between the pain in her ankle, head and rear, she felt sort of numb, but didn't let that stop her from enjoying the moment of meeting someone for the first time.

She grimaced as he prodded her injured joint, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out in pain. It was obviously worse when pressure was applied. Her breathing was shallow, but it evened out after the throbbing subsided. "Uh... okay," Fallon muttered, rubbing her eyes. She reached her hand out to grasp his and tried to pull herself up, being careful not to put direct weight on her broken ankle.

"It's broken?" she wailed questioningly, looking down at the limb with dismay. That would be her luck. Fallon followed him over to the infirmary, her useless ankle not being of any help. "You can fix it, right?" the teenager asked, looking up at the boy.
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Trace Aaron Finch

Trace looks down at the girl and bites his lip. She seems pretty upset by the fact that her ankle is broken, and he's not quite sure how she'll react to what he's diagnosed and his method of fixing it. He could completely heal the bone, but that would drain his powers and sometimes it's better to let the wound partially heal on it's own. That is why he's decided that it would be best to partially heal it, before wrapping it and giving her an air cast.

"Let's get you inside, and then I'll tell you what I'm going to do for your ankle"he says quietly as he helps the girl into the infirmary. Leading her to one of the many empty beds, he helps her lie down placing a pillow under her ankle. He then begins to go through the various cabinets taking out some pre-wrap, athletic tape, a pair of scissors and an air cast. He then returns to girl, where he places the items on a tray before sitting down on the stool.

He then looks up at the girl. "Based on the type of break and where it is, the best course to go about fixing it is to partially heal the break and wrapping it before putting it into an air cast to let it heal the rest of the way on it's own"he explains to her. "Is this okay with you?"he asks her his eyes wide as he eagerly awaits an answer. When she's given her answer, Trace turns to go about healing her ankle. Placing his hands so they're barely hovering over her ankle he squeezes his eyes shut and concentrates on healing the wound. His hands begin to glow as he can sense the bone mending itself. When he's healed it most of the way he removes his hands and opens his eyes.

"Now, I just need to wrap it"he says as he picks up the roll of pre-wrap. Gently picking up her ankle, as it's still partially injured he wraps the soft foam material around her ankle a couple of times to protect it from the tape. When he's done with this he picks up the tape and scissors. Cutting long strips of tape, he begins to carefully wrap them around her ankle making sure that they are nice and tight. When he's done with this, he places the air cast on her ankle. "All done!"he says with a wide smile on his face as he stands up. "You should rest it for a while, you're welcome to stay here if you'd like or I can help you back to your cabin"he tells her as he begins to clean up the supplies that he had used. idk if you're not happy that i went ahead with the healing and everything just tell me and I can edit it out! i just wasn't sure about what I should include.

Fallon Roberts

Fallon felt bad for leaning on the other demigod nearly the whole way there, but she couldn't help it. Each time her ankle pressed against the ground it felt like fire was spreading up her leg and her breath hitched. This forced her to half lean against the boy, still clutching his hand for support. The movement was awkward, but she didn't care, as long as she got fixed up, sooner than later.

When they got into the infirmary the girl lamely collapsed into the nearest bed, groaning as she pulled her legs into the cot as well. The small distance that she had moved in the past few minutes felt like an eternity. Fallon propped herself up on her elbows to see what the healer was doing. She could identify the objects he had gathered, but didn't know how that was going to help her. The girl might've ignored the 'medic 101' classes that camp offered. They wouldn't have helped her much anyways; she was a nervous wreck in stressful situations.

When the boy came back and explained how he planned on helping, she nodded. What else was she supposed to do? The medics knew what they were doing. "Yeah, that sounds good," Fallon responded, glancing down at her ankle. It was starting to swell around the location of the break, making it that more obvious that she had gotten injured. She expected him to give her some kind of medicine to heal it, but when his hands began to glow, the demigod got a little freaked out. "Uh - your hands are kind of glowing, did you know that?" Fallon asked, her eyes wide. She could feel the bone sliding back together, so she gripping the side of the cot as it shifted. The feeling was odd, but it didn't hurt as much as she expected it too.

She exhaled as he began wrapping the ankle back up, not aware that she had been holding her breath. "Okay," the demigod responded, watching him as he applied the pre wrap. The pressure on the break didn't hurt nearly as much as it would have a few minutes previously. Fallon smiled once he was done, grateful for everything that he had done. "Oh - I think I'll just stay here for a while," she said with a smile. "What's your name?" the teenager asked curiously, looking up at the boy. "Thanks, too, I'd still be on the ground if you hadn't helped me," she added with a laugh.
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nah, it worked well.

Trace Aaron Finch

Trace lets out a small laugh as he hears the girl's comment about his glowing hands. "Yeah, I've been told"he says to her "I think it's supposed to mean that it's working"he explains, "I'm not sure though, they always glow and I've never been unsuccessful in healing"he adds as he begins to ponder why exactly do his hands glow, before realizing that he needs to focus on healing her ankle. Shaking his head he returns to his concentration as he continues healing the bone.

After he's finished the healing process and bandaged everything up, as well as cleaned up Trace returns to the stool next to the girl. Seeing as she's the only person here he might as well keep her company, right? It's not that fun spending time alone in the infirmary. Especially when you don't have anything to do, he knows from experience. "I hope you don't mind, but it gets lonely in here"he explains his reason for sitting down next to her. "Of course you can stay"he says with a wide smile.

"Oh I'm Trace"he says with a small smile as he watches the girl. He's not usually one to care about someone's looks as it's judgmental but he does have to admit that she's very pretty. "What's your name?"he asks her as he raises an eyebrow. "You're welcome"he says with a small smile, "Just doing my job"he tells her. He then looks around the infirmary, not sure what else he's supposed to say. So he decides to wait for the girl to say something.

Fallon Roberts

Fallon hoped that her comment wouldn't break his concentration and potentially harm her already broken ankle, but it appeared that he could multitask. She watched his hands glow like sunlight bouncing off of the injury, finding his power interesting. The demigod didn't enjoy her only power, which was stealing memories. It wasn't really helpful to anyone, it just caused pain. Fallon didn't like pain. As he stopped speaking, she smiled brightly, laughing as he resumed his work. The fire in her ankle was blowing out as he continued healing her.

She was happy to see him return to the stool beside her, hoping that it implied he would be staying for a while. She wasn't sure how long she would need to stay, but at least it would be easier with some company. "Oh, no that's great." The girl blinked, realizing how stupid that sounded. "I mean, I wouldn't have anything to do," Fallon added, a blush creeping up the side of her face. The blush reminded her of Ash. She exhaled, making her smile slowly fade into an indifferent frown.

However, her frown was soon replaced with another grin as he introduced himself. "I'm Fallon," she replied brightly. Trace. That wasn't a usual name, but it was unique and she liked it. When Trace said he was just doing his job, the girl made an assumption. "You must be a son of Apollo, then?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. Everyone knew they were the best healers at camp. "Do you sing too?" The teenager bit her lip after the words flew out of her mouth. Her eyes found a guitar leaning against one of the cabinets. "Or do you play?" she added, smiling softly.
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Trace Aaron Finch

Trace smiles lightly, "Alright! I wouldn't want to be a bother!"he says with a small laugh. "I didn't even think of that"he says quietly as he gently bites his lip. "If you want I could always run to your cabin and get something for you to do?"he offers with a small shrug.

Trace smiles, "It's nice to meet you Fallon. Although I wish it would have been under better circumstances"he says to her. "Yep! Who's your parent?"he asks her. If he remembers correctly he's seen a girl who looks a lot like her sitting with the people of cabin two? But it's not much help seeing as that's the cabin where all of the kids of the very minor gods get sent. Hearing her question his face lights up and he nods eagerly, he doesn't mean to brag but he gets really excited when people talk to him about music. "I do"he says still nodding, "I also play the piano, banjo, some of the saxophones and I've been trying to learn trumpet"he explains still maintaining his eager tone. "Oh yes I can sing, but I prefer playing to singing"he explains completely unaware of how fast he is talking.

After Trace gets done with his rambling he sits there for a few minutes in silence. But then he gets an idea. Standing up he goes to retrieve his guitar from it's case. Sitting down on the stool he balances the guitar on his lap. "Would you like to play for you?"he asks her, a small smile spreading across his face. "I'd love to play something for you if you wanted me to"he says as he patiently waits for her response.

Fallon Roberts

Fallon laughed along with him, shaking her head rather childishly. "No, no," she insisted frantically. "I wouldn't want to be a bother; you've done so much already," the demigod added. She was thankful for how much he had done already. Some people at camp were so helpful, while others could be so cruel and rude.

His excitement was contagious, causing her to grin as she sat up farther in the cot. "Oh... my parent?" Fallon said hesitantly. "Mnemosyne, the titaness of memory." She chewed on her lip as she answered him, hoping he didn't judge her for it. Occasionally the people she met would be jealous, while others would look at her nastily for being offspring of a titan. Her grin widened as the tone in his voice oozed with more excitement. She wished she had a talent like that, but stealing memories wasn't exactly a good thing. "Trumpet, huh?" she asked, tilting her head a different direction. Fallon wasn't sure if he knew how quickly he was talking, but she found it endearing.

While he went to retrieve his guitar, she added, "I used to play the alto saxophone when I was in grade school, but I was awful." Fallon laughed, the pain in her ankle having subsided. She was beginning to enjoy the company. "Oh, anything you want to play. I don't know many songs," she admitted, smiling.
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i am deeply sorry for the quality of this post

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