Why can't things be easy? {OPENN}

"Yeah, I don't know why," I said with a shake of my head. "Sorry plurals," I corrected. "He speaks like he's more then one person.He has no problems with talking about it, but he doesn't want me to know because I'm so young."
OOC: sorry , i don't know how to how to spell it. Plurals meaning talking like he is more then one person.

Hiya guys I just moved into a new house so I won't have Internet for a week or so :(
But I'll be checking posts off my iPod when I can! :D))

ooc: Okk. Sorry I haven't posted, I've been taking final exams all week long. But I'll post more now. :D
Catheryn nods. "I've met interesting enough people, it seems like everyone in this camp has their quirks," she states, recognizing her own silently, and frowns slightly. She didn't quite understand what Secaru meant about himself being young, but she didn't ask about it and her face didn't betray her curiosity.

OOC:Secaru is seven years old
"Yeh, thats true. Everyone has their story and some are worse than others." I nodded. "but really, I think Free could help you with your sword, he has dark hair, light eyes and he's ten years old."

ooc: I got it haha.
Cade shrugs. "I know, but I wasn't the one who needed help. He was," Catheryn says, nodding towards Zeein. "Everyone does have a story... sometimes I don't really think about that."

((Well! I have internet so regular posting will commence once more! =D
Bwilla, what you mean by plurals is multiple personality disorder or lesser cases are usually diagnosed as schizophrenia. But if it's really bad then he would have multiple personality disorder. It's a cool character concept!))

''You're right about that, everyone does have a story. Mines not very exticing, what's yours?" The question directed at both Secaru and Catheryn.


Zee smiles, "Yup, I'm the one that needs a sword made. Like i said, I'd need a bit to design and draw my own stuff." He watches as Catheryn removes the dummys head with out any trouble, "Catheryn.. you're new to melee weapons right? Since we're both beginners, want to spar?" He said softly, blowing a strand of rogue dark brown hair from his eyes. "Secaru, is there any spare swords and shields on hand? Hopefully wooden so we don't end up hurting each other.. or me hurting my self rather." He said snickering with that stupid grin on his face that makes him hard to hate.

"That is.. if you're ok with a small practice fight. If you're not I understand, to be honest I'm a bit scared." He said with his cheeks flushing a light pink as he turned his head slightly to the right, a pitiful attempt to mask the small blush forming in his face.

OOC: glad your back!
Well I don't really remember much, I just know that I lived on the streets for most of my life.There should be some wooden swords over there," I said pointing over to the entrance, where there was a small hut that normally has practice weapons. I then sat down to watch their practice battle.

Zeein blinks, wondering what she's laughing about. Maybe she'd seen through his emotions about being nervous. He gave a flip of his hair and stepped forward, and dropped into an offensive stance, his feet squared with his shoulders as his body moved subconsciously. As soon as he gripped the sword's handle instinct kicked in, his wooden weapon gave a quick elegant slash in the direction of Catheryn's chest. His shield was quick to follow as the wooden bulwark followed. The piece of wood around his left forearm being pushed straight into her direction as it followed behind his slash.

Zeein Relko, the kid who yesterday was just arriving at camp not knowing what the hell he was doing was fighting like someone who'd have done this for half a year. Being a son of Ares had it's perks! His face lit up with surprise but at the same time happiness. He would quickly disengaged depending on Catheryn's reaction if her counter attack gave him the opportunity.

((I can honestly say I know zilch about fighting, so this will probably end horribly. I'll manage, but it'll probably be quite amusing.))
Cade stands readily, her dagger grasped ineloquently in her left hand, her shield half-dangling from her opposite arm. Gods, she hated close combat. As soon as he slashes at her she instinctively blocks his direct slash with her shield, though she stumbles slightly in doing so. Mentally criticizing herself, she hesitates for a moment before slicing for his stomach with her dagger, though she would most likely be unsuccessful, while keeping her shield up to guard her more important features, like her face. That was a relatively easy target for most of her opponents, being less than five feet tall, and she didn't quite appreciate it. He was gaining confidence, which wasn't really good for her in this battle. How could she change that? She didn't really have a desire to in this situation, but if she was battling someone legitimately it may be essential.

((XD It's all good. Just roll with the punches, it's ok!))

Zeein's instincts kicked in again, he dropped on his hands and gave a sweep kick to her legs. If this landed Catheryn would be knocked off of her feet. He wasted no time picking himself back up after his swift kick, as he recoiled with a bash with his shield in case she didn't get knocked down. He just watched him self do all of these things with out a second thought, this was amazing. And he didn't know how the hell he knew to do all of this, but he wasn't complaining!

His grin switched to a more serious face, as to not offend her. In all seriousness, Zeein had no clue how the hell he was doing all of this. He silently thanked his father, hoping the god of war would finally speak to his son.

ooc: Sorry, was at a party/sleepover all day and night yesterday so I read your posts but didn't get to reply. xD
Catheryn stands, and, not expecting the kick takes it and falls... right on her butt. She holds her shield above her face to protect from further attacks while looking down to survey the damage.... ouch. She scolds herself internally but then realizes something. She winces, and stays as she is. "Ow," she says quietly and swears incomprehensibly under her breath.

((S'all good XD))

Zeein stops, seeing as his opponent fell to the ground. He drops his sword and offers her his right hand, to help her up. He smiles at her, "Good spar. I.. I didn't even know how I did that. It was like someone was moving my body for me." He said still rather shell shocked from his performance. "You alright?" He said looking her over, hoping he didn't harm her.

((How does she know what he's thinking? XD))

Zeein smiled, "Ares remember?" he said with a small laugh. He brushes some more dark brown hair from his face, and gives her a naturally charming smile. "Ah! I see alot of kids are from there. I haven't been here long but from what I notice there's alot in there." He said not knowing that's where the unclaimed children are housed.

((She's a daughter of Psyche, goddess of the soul. She can sense people's pasts and vague feelings. Sometimes she's wrong though. XD. ))
Catheryn sits down, propping herself up on her hands behind her back. He tells her his parent is Ares
and she smiles slightly. "Oh, right. I knew that." Then he starts talking about the Hermes cabin and its over-population. As if she wasn't aware of that, living there, but she didn't really mind. "Yeah.. a lot of camp's unclaimed children live there." Cade shrugs but looks down. If there was one thing she could admit to herself she was ashamed of it was being unclaimed. She didn't quite understand how it worked. She knew she was different, that she was a demigod. Did it mean her mother didn't even care about her, that she forgot?