What a strange new demigod...

Somehow, I climbed over HalfBlood Hill completely devoid of monster pursuers: however, I am still bleeding fairly well. (Rock pile injuries are brutal, man! Don't judge me...)

I let out a low whistle, leaning back to gaze up at the pine. "Nice place, here...~" But, alas, I don't have much time to admire the tree. My arm is still bleeding and it's beginning to stain my favorite shirt. I drop my duffel bag on the ground and take a look down into the camp, scanning for an infirmary, or at least someone helpful enough to direct me...

OOC edit: FFFF I didn't realize that Roxanne wasn't an admin, I haven't been accepted yet. LALALA I AM NOT HEEERE~