Yes. You read that right. Greece has fallen...or at least the camp that has catered to Greek demigods for over three millennia has fallen. Camp Half-Blood had a traitor in their midst. A traitor with powerful allies who quickly burned the camp to the ground. Some were lost, some killed, and the rest who remained began the long trek across the country to the only place where they might be safe: Camp Jupiter.
Chiron banded what campers they had left, told them of the other camp and sent word to Camp Jupiter pleading for shelter. Chaos now threatens the camp daily with the arrival of new Greek campers to this foreign camp. This camp with strange customs and rules. While on the Roman end the Praetors are forced to hold up a balancing act of providing sanctuary while also trying to find the traitor before their home suffers the same fate as Camp Half-Blood.
New alliances are forged, new enemies are made, and these two worlds have to find some way to work together for the future of them all. Which side are you on? Which position will you take? It's time to jump in the fray because Greece has fallen.
ANNOUNCEMENT
Welcome to our site! We are so glad you are here my friend. Pull up a seat, set your weapons down and let's chat. We are a non-canon, percy jackson RP site based in Camp Jupiter. Both Greek and Roman demigods allowed. Legacies are limited. We have a very small word requirement for posting and we're pretty relaxed around here. We like drama but not the RL kind so keep this place nice and friendly. If you've got questions don't hesitate to ask!
GHF is the product of the mind of Addi; inspired by the percy jackson and heroes of olympus series by rick riordian. this is a work of fiction. names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. several beautiful remodels (including mini profile, profile) were designed by deltra of gangnam style and edited by Haya to fit the site's concept and needs. most images and gifs used for the skin are taken from assassins creed, the percy jackson movies and various google finds. all contents are copyright to their original owners. all characters belong to their original creators, and may not be used or replicated without permission. all images are copyright to their original owners. if you see an image/gif which is yours and you would like us to specifically credit you or remove it please do not hesitate to let us know in the cbox with a link.
Third Cohort was (so it seemed to Nathan) universally pumped up about the Camp Olympics that were being staged to welcome the refugee demigods from Camp Half Blood. It seemed that everyone in the barracks had meet at least one of the Greek kids and had come away from the meeting with a good impression of them. Certainly Nathan had not heard any comments from his barrack-mates that would dispute this. Having checked out the sign-up list for the event, Nathan had seen that pretty much every member of the Cohort was involved in the Olympics as a competitor or as an official. In addition, every event had been covered by them as well. Small wonder that Nathan was naturally entered in the Hand-To-Hand Combat event. To date he was one of the best wrestlers in Camp Jupiter. Apart from the fact he was in pretty good shape and had a lean muscled body that one would expect to find on a wrestler, he was an experienced Greco-Roman wrestler. He knew more holds, throws and escapes than he really let on- always nice to have a surprise u your sleeve to surprise/scare the Hades out of your opponent and spectators at a match. Nathan had been training hard in the Palaestrae ever since the event was announced, with the toughest training partners he could find. Certainly it had been a grueling series of training sessions considered how bruised, worn out and kind of beat up looking he was when he got back to the barracks. Nathan wasn't stupid. He knew that this would not just be a wrestling event. There would be a few punches and kicks aimed at him in the event. Certainly he was aware that some of the Greek kids who entered the event, would probably be bad-gluteus maximus Pankration fighters. That was fine with him- a life without challenges wasn't a life that any self-respecting Roman demigod would back away from. Needless to say, he felt good.
Tonight's party that he had helped organize was for the kids in the barracks to bond together and ready themselves for what was coming. He wasn't sure if their Centurion would approved of this. He hoped so. He hoped he would see it as a 'group building' exercise and leave them to it. Cold drinks and snacks were left on a table as the kids and the barracks hung out and chatted. Nathan had taken time check out what his barrack-mates would be up to in the Camp Olympics and check on the ones who were competing as to how they were feeling. Nathan would be a lair if he said he had never felt nervous before his wrestling matches when he was a kid. Truth be told, he felt a little nervous when the Cohort was involved in the War Games in camp. Secret was, how you controlled it. There was laughter and boasting of how they would go in the Olympics from the other kids as he moved around the barracks. There was certainly a positive vibe there that night- for tomorrow they would be doing battle. .
Claire was never a person who enjoyed parties. More or less she often found them wastes of time and would rather be spending her time training for the games to come. Though Claire herself had been an emotional wreck as much as she tried to hide it. Somehow she had let friends convince her to attend. So here she was at a party. She tended to wander around silently staying to herself and occasionally speaking if someone addressed her. As the party went on she just kind of tried to avoid being noticed. This was far from her thing. She had a glass of punch in her hand as she wandered.
She was kind of glad as the party died down and slowly people broke off from the others. It kind of gave her a reason to leave now. Setting her now empty glass down she made her way to leave. She was in a bit of a hurry. Though a noise behind her had distracted her from paying attention to whatever was ahead of her. She ended up slamming straight into someone.
Immediately she prepared for some sort of back lash or punch. Claire after a quick moment finally realized who it was she had run right into. Of course after that she felt even worse and immediately went about to apologize. "Sorry I should have been paying attention better" she said. She nervously ran her fingers through her hair with some uncertainly of how they would react. Some kids would immediately turn around and swing or yell. Claire was in no mood for a fight though.
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"] WORDS (optional) Nathan Russo
Not everyone enjoyed parties. Nathan knew that and as a rule he tried not to impose them on people. Of course to his mind, sometimes they needed a party to cheer up- or talk about the things troubling their mind. That was what Nathan did a lot at parties he was at or attended- he made it his duty to look after people there (and enjoy himself at the same time). For his part Nathan was wandering about checking in on people to see that they were okay and what they were up to for the Olympics, his goblet of grape juice in his hand.
Sooner or later all parties started to wind down as kid headed off to bed to get enough sleep and rest before the following day’s events. Certainly Nathan knew he would need his sleep too, if he was going to dominate his event tomorrow. Looking around he figured some of the other kids not involved in the Olympics would probably be cleaning up as he went off to bed. On the other side of the room, one of his barrack-mates was cleaning up and accidentally dropped an empty metal platter which made a loud clang. Nathan was distracted by the sound and it soon as apparent that someone else was too. Out of no where someone ran into him.<p>No harm done. Nathan was a pretty solidly built kid, so it was pretty obvious that not much damage could be done to him by accidentally running into him and what was more, his goblet was empty so no juice was slipt.
”That’s okay- no harm done” the son of Bacchus said with an affable smile. Some kids with egos the size of a mountain would have taken offense to someone blundering into them. Not Nathan- an accident was an accident and nothing more. So why stress about it? Neither of them was harmed or inconvenienced. Maybe that was why Fawn liked him. She was a Greek demigod who was among the refugees that had streamed into Camp Jupiter. She and Nathan got on quite well and they hung out a lot lately. In fact, it was pretty obvious that they were attracted to each other and things were getting serious between them. She had been at the party tonight and as much as they could, they took moments to be together. Fawn had left with some of her friends to return to her barracks, so there was no need for Nathan to walk her home. Claire’s nervous tick of running her hand through her hair rang out alarm bells with Nathan. She was his barrack mate and he had gotten to know her pretty well, as much as all their barrack mates had got to know each other. “You okay…?” he asked tilting his head to one side.
A part of Claire was relieved to find it was Nathan she had bumped into and not someone else. She was in no mood to deal with any conflict in that moment. She still couldn't exactly believe she had come to the party to begin with. For Nathan might have been the first time she had actually come to one of his parties. Claire rarely let her guard down to enjoy something like a party, or she was too busy with her training. However more and more she began thinking of her future after the conversation with Castor. Her emotional wall she had but around herself had seemed to waver.
Even more so when Nathan asked if she was alright. She wasn't shocked that he picked up on it but usually she was a lot better at hiding it from others. Of course she wasn't going to openly admit to not being alright. Claire was stubborn and most people knew that. "I am fine..." she told him. She hoped he would take her word for it. She crossed her arms over her chest calmly.
Claire was very known for forcing a straight face or a smile. She hid behind he front of toughness to avoid looking weak. Maybe it was because she felt the need to prove herself to others. Or maybe it was in her genes, being a daughter of Mars. Very well could have been a mixture of both.
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"] WORDS (optional) Nathan Russo
It was true that Nathan flirted with girls he found pretty- it was his nature.
However it was also his nature to help those in need of help in the form of someone to listen to their problems- if possible, even help them. He was a firm believer in throwing off one’s cares and letting one’s hair down. Sometimes you just had to say ‘Phooey!’ to your cares and just party. Whether that philosophy would work for him- the future would tell…
What he did know was that he certainly worked hard and played hard. It didn’t matter if it was in the Paleastrae, on the parade ground or out in the field building fortifications, he gave his all. There were days when he pushed himself lifting weights and sparring with other campers in wrestling matches, so hard that it felt as if every muscle in hi body had been smushed up inside of him. More than once after drilling for hours or going on long pack marches, he almost (sometimes literally) so mind-fried that he walked into his barrack walls or felt as if his feet would explode. Lifting, carrying and digging field fortifications had driven nuts sometimes, especially when the Centurion inform them all they needed to tear the whole camp down and move it 2 miles away and have it up in three hours before they even sniffed dinner.
Small wonder he went all out at these parties he helped put together…
Nathan wasn’t a mind-reader…the forty times that girls had slapped his face or thrown something at him when he flirted with them was ample evidence of that. But he did know underlying moods in conversations. For starters, being around the daughter or Mars for so long in the same barrack room, subtly he could pick up on glimpses of her body language. If he judged things right, he was pretty sure something was troubling her and making her a ‘sad panda’ at the party. Would she open up and talk to him? He couldn’t tell.
The crossing of arms across her chest screamed out that Claire didn’t want to talk about whatever was bugging her. It also told him to not bug her, least he wanted his gluteus maximus kicked. Mars’ children had a talent for doing that…one does not ‘fuss’ with a child of Mars over that.
“Okay then…” Nathan said in his typically sing-song voice when his help was rejected. “Just so you know- I am there for anyone in our cohort if they have a problem or need to talk in private. Its what I do and I do it well” he said taking a sip of his grape juice nonchalantly, but not walking away from her. The message was pretty clear: he had left the door open to her if she wanted to talk in private.
Claire was always one to just bottle things up inside her. Never the person to be open about her feelings with others. In her mind it made her come off as weak. Her time in foster care before she found Lupa and Camp Jupiter she had learned to hide her feelings. To build walls around herself and keep herself safe. Her at Camp Jupiter it just became a habit. Very few times did she actually relax.
Of course Claire had no intention of hurting anyone. Compared to most of her siblings she wasn't as short tempered unless pushed a great deal. She also had a bit kinder of nature and wasn't always to aggressive. Guess it was the thing that landed her in Third Cohort. Though it was clear by the tone of his voice and his words that Nathan wanted to help. Though Claire was so uncertain about it. She knew he could be trusted or hoped so. She was so cautious about who she opened up to.
For a long moment she seemed to be debating on taking his offer. She looked around to see who else was around. Thankfully most were off doing their own thing. "I know and um...maybe we can talk..." she said to him. Clearly asking to talk about was not something Claire was used to. Often if it came to feelings she worked it out with a sword in hand and trained until she was ready to collapse. Especially when she was angry or frustrated about something. Of course sometimes that wasn't exactly helpful.
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"] WORDS (optional) Nathan Russo
People handled stress and frustration differently. Some like Claire bottled it up. Some didn’t give a dam about it all and just chugged along do what they were doing. Others (such as Nathan) used it to motivate and keep themselves going. More than once he had thought about punching out a Centurion during a pack-march when in sight of camp, they turned the cohort to the side and marched them another couple of miles away from camp. Certainly there had been times when the other kids who were doing a field fortification building exercise were getting really tired. In that case he used the frustration of things going pear-shaped and ploughed on, in the hope that the other kids took inspiration from him.
As it was unlike some, Nathan was not one to hide his emotions. If he was happy, he had a big smile plastered across his face. When he was angry, you could see the muscles pop in his jaw and neck. Times when he was sad, those big shoulders of his slumped visibly.
There was a long momentary silence that fell between Nathan and his fellow Third Cohort member, as Claire seemed to weigh up what he had said to her. He had no idea if he believed him. It didn’t really matter that he had been telling her the truth of being there for people in need. What it came down to, was would the other person take up his offer. In the end, it was always their decision, not Nathan’s…
Claire’s glance around to see what others were doing, indicated to the son of Bacchus that she was maybe considering to take up his offer…or was looking for someone else to talk to. It could go either at that moment. Likewise, he too looked around to- just to check how people were enjoying their time here…or if the Centurion had just come in the door and sprung everyone in the process.
Everyone seemed deep engaged in conversation, laughing or moving around the barrack room.
Nathan thought it looked as if it took a lot of courage for Claire to agree (maybe) to talk about what was bothering her. Slow steps…that was the key here. If she decided to unload with him, it would be at her pace, not his. For now he would just listen to what she said and not open his mouth unless asked. “Where and when is up to you…got all night and I don’t think anyone is noticing us” he said as he sipped his grape juice.
Claire was silent for a long moment. Seemingly trying to come to a decision on what to do. Claire was not entirely used to people asking her how she was or what was on her mind. She was also so accustomed to closing her self off and bottling it up. Oftentimes it led to her exploding and snapping at others or pushing herself over the top during training.
Finally Claire broke the silence. "After the party. Where no one will overhear.." she told him carefully. She knew nobody would probably even care about her issues. However a part of her wanted to keep others from seeing her different. She was a daughter of Mars and refused to even appear weak around others. Her blue gaze fell to Nathan trying to figure out what her thought about her words.
Maybe for Claire talking about it would change things for her. Or if it really came down to it and she became frustrated she could simply go to train. Maybe hitting something hard would keep her from at least snapping at someone. It was certainly better that punching somebody in the face over something small. That would probably also get her in a great deal of trouble.
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"] WORDS (optional) Nathan Russo
The silence from the daughter of Mars, signified that she was thinking about what was being said.
That was fine by the son of Bacchus.
In the end, it was always his policy that if someone wanted to talk to him about an issue they were having, it was THEIR decision to make. Sure, he always made it known he was offering to help, but he never (as far as he knew) ever pushed his offer on them. That wasn’t who he was- least, he hoped it wasn’t. In the end, his intentions were honest in nature…
Until she spoke again, he sipped his grape juice and watched the others in attendance at the party- he had host duties to undertake after all.
His eyes watched the other kids enjoying themselves at the secret party. He was happy that the party he and his barrack-mates organized, a smile evident on his face. It was an effective front, as Claire gave him her answer. “Sure thing…” he murmured aloud from behind his goblet of grape juice, so she could hear what he said and no one else could. Nathan was capable of being discrete as it turned out.
Truth be told he had no idea what she might say. That didn’t matter- it was all about her saying what she comfortable saying and him listening- not saying anything. Often that was why he was successful at this helping people with problems- he didn’t saying anything, unless asked. It amazed him how many times kids solved the issues worrying them, but just talking about them. Often by doing so, they had an epiphany where the answer was provided to them- by themselves. All he did was sit by and let them talk.
Honestly he had no idea what might happen later…
Maybe he and Claire would go for a long walk around camp whilst she talked. Maybe they’d just sit outside under the moon and talk. Possibly they would end up in the Palestrae, where she could belt the Hades out of a training dummy with a char (or spar with Nathan until neither could move from exhaustion). That would be decided by how Claire felt. Nathan would just help where he felt he could or was asked to. Every kid was different and reacted to different things. Claire was as unique as any other kid in Camp Jupiter.
Claire soon broke off from Nathan as the rest of the party commenced. Claire wasn't the type to enjoy parties all that much. They weren't her thing. She had only gone because they were for the events that were to happen tomorrow. Most of the time she spent off to the side with a glass of punch. She tried avoiding unnecessary conversation when she could. Though a few insisted talking with her about what events she had planned to participate in. Claire had planned to do as many as she possibly could.
However she was relieved when the events of the party began dying down. She would head outside to wait for Nathan. A part of her wasn't opposed to sparring until she couldn't stand anymore. If not a simple conversation would work too. Though Claire may not have been one for conversation. Certainly talking and sparring would work. However it was late and she wasn't even sure if he would want to do all that.
Claire wanted this all to be over however. Mostly so she didn't decide last minute to change her mind about all this. Any longer and she just might return to her bed and go to bed and forget all about this. Not that it would help anything. She was growing anxious in her wit. She had drawn her dagger that never left her side and twirled it in her hands mindlessly. It was enough to keep her sort of occupied while she waited for Nathan to show up.
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"] WORDS (optional) Nathan Russo
So it was agreed- Nathan and Claire would meet up later and talk. It was so cloak-and-dagger in nature to Nathan, that he felt his spine tingle in places in glee. However as best he could, he kept the glint from his eye as the party progressed. Nathan had a party to host and he took his duty seriously. For the rest of the night he mingled with the party-goers and did what was required of him. He counselled love-lorn couples in the relationships, he helped other kids with their esteem problems and, oh yes- flirted with a couple of Aphrodite girls (of course). Like Claire there were kids who wanted to talk about the event the following day. It was known- or obvious to those that knew Nathan, that he would be entering the Hand-to-Hand Combat event. Nathan was one of the most skilled wrestlers in camp (of course no one had put him up against any of the Greek kids yet) and was also one of the strongest and fittest kids as well. Therefore there were a lot of kids who thought he would win- or at least come in a close second, with whoever beat him hoping they never had to tangle with him again- ever.
All good things to an end. It seemed to Nathan and most of his cohort mates that everyone had a good time and had the chance to let their hair down for the night. Everyone would need to get a decent night’s sleep before the morning’s events, so in dribs and drabs they took their leave into the night. Under the cover story of he and Claire going outside to clean up any rubbish left round from the party (which might attract the attention of the Centurions), he slipped outside into the night to meet Claire.
Ahead of him the darkness he could see the silhouette of Claire standing there, clearing twirling a dagger in her fingers. Fair enough- children of Mars (and now Ares), often carried weapons- that was a given. He himself was still holding a goblet of grape juice, so he was playing into the image of his siblings. Whatever happened now, it was on Claire’s dime- she talked about what she wanted, however long she wanted and whatever she was comfortable about. He was just there to act as a sounding board and If asked- give her advice. ”So…here we are” he said as he drew closer out of the dark, “So what is on your mind” he enquired to get the ball rolling.
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GHF is the product of the mind of addi; inspired by the percy jackson and heroes of olympus series by rick riordian.
this is a work of fiction. names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
several beautiful remodels (including mini profile, profile) were designed by deltra of gangnam style and edited by haya to fit the site's concept and needs.
most images and gifs used for the skin are taken from assassins creed, the percy jackson movies and various google finds.
all contents are copyright to their original owners. all characters belong to their original creators, and may not be used or replicated without permission. all images are copyright to their original owners.
if you see an image/gif which is yours and you would like us to specifically credit you or remove it please do not hesitate to let us know in the cbox with a link.
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