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.
It all happened in a split second. One minute he was eating peacefully, or as peacefully as he could, when some idiot behind him spilled their drink on his back. They were apologising even before Callan figured out who it was - one of the probatio kids - but he was already on the move. His reflexes were a blessing and a curse, and in this case, it was a curse for the probatio kid who was unlucky enough to spill on him. In the next minute, Callan had fluidly stood, body twisting in a synchronised movement that had his food tray flipping over the probatio kid's head, getting food and drink on everyone else in a meter radius.
Avery walked into the mess hall. Or rather, she had a few moments ago. Before she had gotten caught up in a conversation with one of her bunk-mates. The minutes ticked by and she wrapped up her conversation, finally beginning to move towards the designated Greek tables. Only to have a tray of food fly over her head, emptying the contents on top of her. Brown eyes widened in surprise, her mouth forming a perfect O as she took stock of exactly what had happened. No one else seemed to be moving around or flinging food so either she was in the worst food-fight in the history of mankind or someone was having a very bad day. She held her arms out as food dripped from them, a bit of something falling to the floor with a thud. "I said dining in, not to go." The dumb joke slipping out of her lips as she gave a small laugh.
Alright, so Callan was not a finesse fighter. He was more of a loose cannon, attacking everyone and everything and probably not very accurately. He realised too late that the probatio had already moved a few steps away, and his food tray had landed on some girl he didn't recognise. Callan wasn't too good with faces or names unless he'd fought them before, but he was pretty sure no Roman girl talked or looked like this one. His mother's voice in his head told him he should apologise, but Callan had long since learned to ignore it. He wasn't a gentleman and he was never going to be. He glared at the girl as though she had been the one to make the mistake of walking into his food tray, his voice low and rough as he said, "Stay out of my way," before taking threatening steps towards the real perpetrator.
Another bit dropped off of her and Avery wondered what her best course of action would be. She could attempt to make her way to the trash bin, removing what physical contents still remained on her, or she could take herself outside and do the same. Her only concern was that the whole area around her was slippery and slick, the ground covered in food and liquid. Before she could do anything though, a boy moved towards her, all but growling at her to move out of his way. The smile faltered into a grimace as she tried to do just that, "Okay, sorry." Unfortunately, the moment she did try to move out of his way, her foot slipped. Avery grabbed his arm on instinct, trying to stay balanced. "Sorry!" A small yelp coming from her lips as the floor turned into a very messy skating rink.
He wasn't really an easily distracted person, especially when he had a target on his sites, but having someone touch him was oddly disconcerting, especially when it was the girl and she had seemed to grab on to his arm by accident, too. It was the first skin-to-skin touch he'd experienced in a while that wasn't a slap or a punch or any other kind of violent movement. It actually sent a shiver of something unpleasant and unusual creeping across his skin as he stalled, his eyes staring first at the hand on his arm then to the face of the girl who had dared to reach out to him, no matter how accidental it seemed. Dimly, behind the alarm bells ringing in his head, he heard someone yell at the probatio kid to scram, but Callan found himself unable to move, frozen in cold and unwelcome surprise at the interaction.
Avery had been very focused on not falling and dragging anyone else down with her that for a moment it didn't register that he had indeed steadied her. As he had first demanded that she move out of his way, she had half expected him to shrug her off immediately, but she had remained standing, hand still clutching his arm. Her brown eyes met his blue and she smiled. "Thank you." She was still utterly covered in a mess and as her eyes glanced over him she realized that he too seemed to have some contents of something spilled on him. Perhaps she wasn't the only unlucky person here today. "Can I buy you lunch?" Hand still on his arm, albeit more softer, she posed the offer knowing very well that lunch was free of course.
This girl just... asked him if she could buy him lunch? After touching his arm which, by the way, she hadn't stopped doing yet? The few wires in Callan's brain were short-circuiting, which to be honest didn't really require a lot. But this was something he was completely confused by; he'd never been treated this way by anyone before, and Callan found himself unable to react. He was practically just staring, the sounds of the Mess Hall swelling around him, before he gritted his teeth and snapped one word: "No." Callan knew he should probably say something else, but he found himself unable to even form coherent thoughts. What was he supposed to say after this? Should he be moving? He felt he should be moving, removing the warm palm from his bicep, but he was just so surprised and weirded out that he found himself with nothing else to say or do.
The boy was looking at her as if she was an apparition come to life and Avery wasn't quite sure what to do. The whole situation was far too hilarious for her to be angry or upset so of course the smile remained on her face. She wondered if perhaps he was some sort of child from a death god, but she was still very much in the land of the living so she didn't worry over it. He barked out a no to her offer and she quirked her lips to the side. "Please? I could use the company. I'm starting a veterans of food fight wars table and I need members." She grinned again before admitting defeat and slowly taking her hand off of him, intending to leave him be. As she took a step though, her feet slipped once more, losing her balance.
Callan was trying to find words. He knew words, right? He didn't use them very often, preferring to let his fists do the talking, but he supposed somewhere in his brain he knew he was able to talk. But apparently he didn't need to say more than that, because the girl was talking again, and then she started smiling, and Callan didn't know anyone who smiled at him without laughing at him, and so he found himself getting angry again. "Are you laughing at me?" he demanded, turning his body so that he was facing the girl now, thunderclouds rolling in his eyes as he took a step towards this girl. He wasn't above hitting girls when they deserved it, and considering Roman females were more than able to hold their own, he didn't doubt this girl could, either. He was just about to take another step to intimidate her some more when she slipped on something on the floor. Probably his juice or something. Was he supposed to offer her help? He never had before, so instead he leaned down a little so he was staring into her eyes, repeating his question. "Tell me honestly, or I will break something valuable. Were you laughing at me?"
The boy asked if she was making fun of him and Avery's brows pulled together in confusion. She couldn't fathom how in the hades he would have gotten that assumption but it was apparent that something had gotten lost in translation somewhere. The smile faltered as she shook her head. "No. I wouldn't-" The words fell away as the boy turned to her, looking every bit as intimidating and frightening as all of her Greek bunk-mates made them out to be. Avery's smile had turned into half-pleading a moment before she fell. Landing quite solidly on the ground, she hadn't even moved to rub her elbow as the boy's face appeared before her. His eyes as promisingly deadly as the words coming out of his lips. Avery's eyes met his, forcing every bit of sincerity she had in them, "No. I promise. I would never." Avery rubbed her elbow, her rear-end also protesting to the blunt-force fall though there wasn't much she could do to help that situation. "I thought maybe you'd like to have lunch together, that's all." A soft smile came to her lips, her shoulders giving a shrug.
From his experience, people tended to laugh at him and be all high and mighty when they were up, but they sure did plead for their lives when they were down, losing their badassery when they were flattened. Callan wanted to believe it was the same with this girl, that she had been laughing at him and was trying to backtrack now that she was on the ground. The bullies always tried to play the victim when they found themselves without their pedestal. Callan wanted to believe that, because this was what he was used to - but for some reason this girl felt different. She seemed different, and he didn't know what to do about that. He leaned back, eyes hard as he stared down at her, trying to decide if he believed her or not. Gritting his teeth once more, he debated whether he should help her up, before his mother's voice sounded in his head again and he relented. Callan wasn't a complete hole, after all, more than anything his rudeness was in response to other things, and this girl seemed defenseless enough. "Alright, fine. But if you dare try to cross me, I'll make you think twice." And with that olive branch that he didn't even know he was capable of giving, Callan offered her his hand.
The boy regarded her for a much too long amount of time. Avery wished that she could read minds because she had no clue what was bouncing around in his head. How had she become his enemy? What could he possibly think that she could do to him? Gods, she had trouble standing on a wet floor, she would be useless in any sort of fight. Was this about her being a Greek? She hadn't a clue. Avery was waiting, essentially, to find out if her status among the living was going to change when he threatened her once more. His hand held aloft as he offered it to her. Avery put her hand in his, using his steady form to help herself up. She spoke low enough for him to hear, no smiles on her face, just the words outright and straightforward. "You don't have to prove anything to me." She still had one of her hands in his as her other removed a piece of food from herself, putting it into the nearest trash bin that she could reach while leaning over and not moving.
The girl spoke, and she may have meant for her words to be soothing, but of course Callan did not take it as such. His nose scrunched as he let go of her as soon as she had stood up, wiping his hand to get rid of the sticky residue. He didn't have to prove anything to anyone. He was who he was, and his threatening words had nothing to do with trying to show anything anything. "I'm not trying to prove anything to anyone, especially you," he retorted, turning away when she started pulling away bits of food from herself. Now that the original fury of food being dumped on him was starting to fade away, the slightest tendrils of guilt were entering his system at the sight of this girl and the mess she was in. Callan hated bullies, considering he was usually on the receiving end of their taunts, and he remembered all too clearly what it was like to have food thrown at someone. If she was as innocent as she seemed to be, then she definitely didn't deserve her fate. Callan wanted to run a hand down his face in exhaustion, but his hands were gross and he really should take a shower and change. No matter what, though, he was not going to apologise for that. "You should probably wash that off," he said instead, his voice sounding unnatural as he struggled with what to say. "I'll... get you. Food. Probably. For that." A hand gestured vaguely and rather helplessly to the girl as she stood, trying to clean herself up.
Once more her words were taken the wrong way and Avery wondered if perhaps she should just quit while she was ahead. The boy bit out another venom-laced retort and It was hard not to take his words to heart. She knew the Romans hated the Greeks. But she couldn't see a reason why someone would so blatantly point her out as being less worthy than themselves. "I didn't mean…" The boy had then turned and she thought he was leaving her to the mess. Out of nowhere though, he turned back, mentioning she should wash off. She picked off another piece of what looked like pasta before replying, "I'm just glad you didn't have soup today." She looked over at him, the smallest inkling of a grin appearing on her lips. He then offered to get her food. Or at least, she thought that was what he was offering and the small grin turned into a somewhat bigger smile. "Thank you. Do you…want to join me?"
She was picking off pasta now and she was going on the defensive for a second before cracking a joke, and the idea that someone could be trying to make jokes right after him threatening them with bodily harm was just insane. And it wasn't even the kind of joke that was supposed to make people laugh at him, either, or at least as far as he could figure out. Callan didn't know what the heck he was supposed to do with that information. Was she trying to be... friendly? Was that normal to her? It certainly wasn't to him. He blinked once, then twice, expecting her to say something like 'syke' then proceed to point her finger and laugh at him or something, but when her expression didn't change, Callan found himself descending into even more confusion. "I. You want me, to come eat with you?" Is this how people made friends? This didn't count as friend-making, right. No way. Maybe if he exploded something in the distance, she would revert into something he knew how to handle.
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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.
