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.
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A nod of his head answered Avery’s offer. “Sure- I’ll keep that in mind” he replied. “Often we seem to get busy when there is a big manoeuvre on- people sprain ankles, blistered feet and scratch themselves on bush and stuff. We get all sorts of cases in here”. In some ways the manoeuvres that went on in Camp Jupiter weren’t much different to the games of ‘Capture The Flag’ back in Camp Half Blood. Of course the manoeuvres were a little more…intense here as the Roman kids seemed to train pretty hard, from what he had seen and heard.
Healed up as best he could, Nathan left the infirmary. This left Felix and Avery alone in the room. “Like Nathan said- you can get only get better if you practice. But…if your heart is truly in something you are doing it is pretty well possible you’ll be got at it” he said philosophically.
Now that he had an extra pair of hands and no patents in need of attending, it seemed a good enough time to give their area a bit of a clean. He went over to the cleaning cupboard and pulled out two buckets with a mop each and carried them to the hot water tap and left them there. Grabbing a couple of broom he carried them over to Avery. “Here you go…” he smiled as he handed her one of them and began to sweep the floor. “You don’t really need to be an Apollo kid to work here- you know that right? You can start out cleaning up around here and then move on to stocking shelves. After a while someone will start to teach you how to do simple first aid stuff” he advised.
A small smile crossed Felix’s face as he finished tending to Nathan’s injury. He too majorly SUCKED at archery. Seriously. You’d think that a son of Apollo would be able to get at least ONE arrow in the bulls-eye in the five or so years he had been a demigod. Reality of it was, you’d be safer standing in front of the target if Felix had a bow and arrow. Give him a javelin to throw or stick him in a Pankration match and he’d do some damage- but on a archery range…forget it!
“Yeah…totally get where you are coming from there” he admitted as he washed his hands post-treatment. “You were” he told Avery, “Sometimes it gets pretty busy around here, so we always appreciate the extra hands around here. When it is all hands to the pump, we will always need people to clean up or keep the supplies coming” he said. It was true- Felix and the healers that worked in the infirmary could really get busy and there were times they needed people to help with the fetch-and-carry work around the place.
Felix, now that he was finished with Nathan injury, looked around him. He had used some of the supplies in the room to tend to Nathan, but not enough that the shelves needed restocking. As for the rubbish bin, it wasn’t even slightly full yet. So he could do it later when he came off duty- he wasn’t averse to getting his hands dirty with a little scut work himself…
“Mmm…I guess if you want to stick around we could both mop the floor” he said. Hygiene was paramount in any medical establishment and the infirmary was no different. Not only that, once Nathan was gone (which he would be now that he was fixed up), he’d pretty much be alone so some company would be pretty nice.
Sometimes Felix wished he had two pairs (or even more) of hands when he was working in the Infirmary. You had to grab things whilst still holding awkwardly shaped and weights things, as well as apply pressure too. More often than not, he just coped the best he could, as he did the best he could.
“Thanks…” he said with a brief smile, since he was pretty intensely concentrating on what he was doing to the son of Bacchus’ nose. Even though Nathan was a Roman and was a ‘total uber-warry guy’ he had expected to see this particular Roman kid in here with other injuries. Like a cut on his finger or arm from him attending his grapevines (oh yes, even Felix had heard of Nathan’s grape growing monkey-shines) or a bump on his head from where he fell over from partying too much or from where someone had hit over the head with a chair for flirting with his girlfriend (yes, he had also heard that Nathan often flirted as well).
He had to chuckle when Avery called him ‘Doctor’. In his mind he saw himself wearing a white knee length lab coat, a stethoscope hanging around his neck and a multiple of pens in his coat pocket. Probably right now he was the closest thing in the room to a doctor, even if he wasn’t exactly one. Felix was more of a combat medic if anything. In battle- even if it was an exercise or a game of Capture the Flag, his job was to look after the wounded and evacuate them from the field and take care of them. There were different kinds of brave in Felix’s opinions. The Mars/Ares kids had their kind of battle- wading into the fighting and kicking butt. His was a different kind. Felix waded into the depth of battle without weapons to recuse injured campers and get them to safety, stabilize their wound before they ended up in the Infirmary. In its own way, his job was dangerous.
Before Avery could ask her second question, Felix jumped it to support what she said. “Yeah Mr Russo- you will be off training for the rest of the day” he affirmed with a no-nonsense tone. He had done some good work today on Nathan’s injury and didn’t want to see it messed up by the son of Bacchus getting banged on the nose again (it could happen!). But did Avery had asked a good question: Did the Roman kids get punished for being injured? He hoped not- that seemed unfair. That might not have been the case back at Camp Half Blood, but here he was beginning to think that was the opposite. Camp Jupiter seemed a lot less laid back and more ‘stressed’. Not that he was judging- this was the Roman way, he was learning.
“Nice to meet you Avery” Felix said as he stepped back at looked at his handy work, ‘I’m Felix- thanks for your help by the way. I can get a little busy” he said with a smile.
The difference between the two boys in the Infirmary was striking. The blonde haired kid was light skinned as if he had Northern European heritage, where as the kid with thick raven black hair was lightly tanned like he was of Mediterranean origin (a Greek maybe?). In addition he was clearly taller of the two and look like he played football maybe if he was in high school- certainly he looked like a teenage gladiator. The healer certainly was shorter, but with a more lean athletic build, as oppose to his patient’s muscle build. He also didn’t have blood splattered on his shirt, even if there were a few specks on his disposable gloves.
Felix didn’t mind the interruption. Far from it. It was nice to have someone around to talk to or even to help when he was working in the Infirmary. Sometimes it was nice to have company or someone he could pass on knowledge to. Avery was no different to the many kids who were healers of some kind, to work in the Infirmary. After all…someone had to mop the floors.
“Nose might hurt for a while” he told the son of Bacchus, “Just keep applying some pressure to it and a cold compress- ice in a plastic bag or just a rolled up wet towel will hep too. Shouldn’t be any swelling” he advised. At least the Roman’s kid’s nose wasn’t broken. That would have been bad. First of all, it would mean that his healing of the injury wouldn’t be so simple. Secondly it would mean the Roman kid would probably seek revenge on whoever gave him the bleeding nose (Felix by now could see that Roman kids had this whole ‘honor’ going for them). Last off all, it would mean he’d have a clearly broken nose- which would be a pity, because Felix actually thought Nathan was kind of cute.
Glancing over at Avery he hummed as he considered what she asked. “Yeah…could you bring some more cotton wool over- its just to the right of you on the shelf” he said. It would take some time to staunch the last of the blood flow, but it wasn’t as bad as it was when Nathan first came here.
“Dude- seriously…” Felix said to the Roman he was administering first aid to in the infirmary, “It looks worse than it really is- you’ll be fine”. It was his turn to be on duty in the infirmary that day and until now it had been pretty quiet. Which was fine- who really wanted to be overrun and ultra-busy in the Infirmary? Certainly not Felix (not that he was complaining. Unlike Avery, he had been busy most of the day cleaning the Infirmary to make it sanitary for treating patients. Which was a nice break, because he usually treated patients out in the camp, like the Palaestrae, the Field of Mars or the Ludus Magnus. Often he could be send trotting in the direction of those places with his messager bag of medical supplies to heal or patch up someone who was injured. It was what he did…
As it was, he was cleaning up in the Infirmary when the Roman guy came in bleeding from his nose. Well…it could have been worse. The guy could have had his hand almost severed off and spurting blood all over the place.
As he was attending to what was a minor wound, there came two knocks on the door behind him, before it opened. Into the room walked a girl he had seen before, but did not know the name of. Whoever she was, she seemed to have a sunny personality and was there to restock the Infirmary- always a undervalued job. If someone did not do that, there would be nothing for Felix to work with. Then where would he be? He smiled back at Avery as he attended to his patient. “That’s fine…” he said, “Shouldn't be too long here” he assured Avery
The truth of Felix’s intentions was simple. He had visited the Ludus Magnus that day, to look for someone- or thing, to draw. People had their own problems when it came to drawing them- like the fact they were often always moving. They could also took except at people watching, let alone drawing them. It was a hazard that he sometimes had to navigate around. Another reason he was there was to see what the place was all about. Felix had heard about the place not long after he arrived in camp and what it was about. It was true that he might normally be aggrieved by all the ‘customers’ that the place created for him in the camp’s infirmary. However, he still appreciated watching a skilled warrior competing. After all, like all demigod campers- Roman or Greek, he was trained to defend himself. He could admire someone who trained hard, trained diligently and knew how to train. So far no one had challenged him to compete here. Sure- there had been a few in the Palestrae, but that was a different story…
Felix wasn’t so sure that Claire was that okay and that it was a good idea for her to not rehydrate. Even though the alarm bells went off in his head and the inner-medic sought to disagree with her earnestly, he knew it wasn’t worth the energy. No matter his good intentions, Felix knew he could not force help on people who didn’t want it. He was beginning to understand slowly that the Roman kids were proud by nature and were prickly about it if they thought people were interfering wit them. Felix nodded in agreement- being strong was always good in combat. But he was smart enough to know that it was just one thing that might decide the outcome of a fight. He could have commented that stamina, technique and agility (among other factors) could decide a fight. But he was there to watch- not to critique, the way someone fought. “I agree” he said, “It has helped me a few times. So I guess training hard to be strong is more important for you”. There was no malice behind what he said- it was just stating fact. Being strong might have been handy for him when he trained- nice even. But the truth of the matter was that any sparring sessions he won, it was because of his stamina, technique and how flexible he was. Having watched her training, it was clear that becoming stronger was the important factor for Claire.
The warrior girl was training hard core- that impressed the son of Apollo. It wasn’t an easy thing to do that sort of thing. It took someone really dedicated or even driven by some inner demon to do that. He had no idea which was the case with Claire. All he saw was a girl training really hard. With that in mind, he respectfully kept quiet so she could concentrate on what she was doing. Who knew…maybe he would learn something from watching her. Nothing was wrong with learning something new each day…
On of the side effects of being a son of Apollo, was that his ‘medical radar’ was often triggered by signs of someone being unwell. Claire stumbling towards the bench she sat upon, the heavy breathing and the slumped posture she adopted as she sat there, certainly set it off. Quietly he assessed her mentally in his head and concluded that yes- she was exhausted, but she was also dehydrated and needed to drink water real soon. It took a while to conclude all that and check to see there was nothing else wrong with her, before he decided he should advise her. Unfortunately, he did not get time to do it, as Claire spoke to him. The force of her gaze, locked into his eyes caught him well off balance. “A while…” he said, a little taken aback and self-conscious that he had been watching her for that long. “You’re…pretty good at that. It shows. Training hard I mean” he said, before adding “You should drink a lot of water now…dehydration can really do a number on your body”. It was true- Felix was clearly not a Roman. It was in his bearing and manner which was way too laid back in nature. Also might have been the orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt that gave him away. Being warm that day, he was dressed in simple sneakers and a faded pair of jean shorts that reached his knees. Around his neck was a necklace, such as all the Greeks kids seemed to have, with a number of beads upon. There wasn’t much of a warrior vibe about him, even though he seemed to have a toned looking body. His blonde hair was raffish looking and hung down to his ears and partially covered his eyes.
Felix knew this to be true from all the times he had been running cross-country or racing around an orienteering course. If he didn’t breath properly when he ran, he’d be in trouble when it came to pushing himself over a steep hill or getting that extra burst of energy when it came to getting to the finish line in a short time. Same could be said when it came to Pankration training. It wasn’t a case of how hard he hit that decided whether he won a fight- it was how long he could keep hitting. Moderately his breathing worked wonders for him as he seemed to unleash punch after punch with effective energy for hours. Concentrating on breathing from his diaphragm and slowly out his mouth did wonders for him.
Taking time out after helping out all morning and most of the afternoon, Felix made his way to the Palaestrae in the Baths to work out there for a while. It wasn’t that he was stressed out or needed to let off steam. No, he just wanted to work out. He didn’t mind that the other campers nearby were too busy with their own workouts to spar with him- he had his own thing to do. Clad in his much favoured orange Camp Half Blood t-shirt and dark blue flannel workout shorts, the wiry built son of Apollo pulled on his grappling gloves and took time to stretch almost every muscle in his body out. Carefully he pushed his workout gloves into place so that they sat tightly to the contours of his hand and didn’t slip about.
Taking up a fighting stance in front of one of the workout bags hanging from the rafters of the Palaestrae’s roof. Fast out- fast back…Felix unleashed a series of punches at the bag and deftly moved around every so often, so that he could stop the bag swinging bag and hitting him. Moving...always moving.
It felt good to feel his punch connect with each strike he made and to know that even if he wasn’t carrying a weapon, he could still defend himself against- even kill, a monster. Felix knew that in a battle, his job would be to pull wounded campers to safety and tend to their injuries, before they could be taken to the infirmary. To that end, his hands (literally) would be full, so he could not be carrying a weapon. Being able to use his hands to defend his patient was a result of this. In addition, there had been occasions when there was a need to resolve ‘issues’ with other campers that didn’t involve lethal options. In short- sometimes you need to beat the crap out of loud-mouthed bullies and make them ‘tap out’ to have them see they were wrong.
Felix decided that after punching the bag for a while, he could change up and start kicking it and maybe combine the two later on. Later, before he finished he would take the bag down and use it as a throwing dummy- just to keep the workout balanced. So intent was his concentration at what he was doing, that he had no idea that someone was watching him at that moment.
A charcoal pencil in Felix's hand flew across the surface of the sketchpad, as the passion of the moment raced through the son of Apollo's body. Claire's dramatic action and energy at what she had been doing, caught his own in turn. He could almost feel the energy she generated and it was transposed on the way he shaded and scribbled shapes and patterns. This what probably what being a demigod- whether from Camp Half Blood or Jupiter, was all about...heroic action and energy. Before today he had never seen Claire or even meet her before, but just sitting there he could tell she was a great warrior, or at least would be one in the future.He was right though- she was burning with a martial spirit that seemed to rage within her. Was she a daughter or Ares or maybe a Hunter of Artemis? Felix couldn't tell, but he wouldn't be surprised if she was either. It had been years since he last picked up a sword and sparred with it. Mostly it was because he found out that it wasn't 'his thing', It turned out that he was more comfortable with the feel of hurling a javelin at the enemy or tackling them unarmed. It took all sorts to make the world go round as they say... Like Claire, there had been days when he had trained hard as well. Some days after spending all day on the archery range back in Camp Half Blood, every muscle in his shoulders, back and arms felt stiff the next day from throwing javelins at targets. More so after hours of practicing Pankration with other campers there, when almost every muscle in his body was sore, stiff or fatigued from punching, kicking, grappling and squeezing his sparring partners. Clearly the girl warrior he was drawing was going hard core out there- he could almost see the sweat flying off her body and the heat from her vigorous exercise radiating off her. Inside he felt excited by the way she moved and felt a little guilty he wasn't training himself. Maybe he should instead of drawing- even if it was one of his passions in life.
Claire seemed to move like hyperactive quicksilver as he ripped the blindfold from her eyes and flung her dagger at the practice dummy. "Whoa!" he exclaimed in surprised, his eyes wide open in amazement. "Aw- crap...!" he said suddenly as he realized that in his surprised reaction, he had skittered his pencil accidentally over the page of the sketchbook, kind of wrecking the picture. Felix gave a disappointed sigh and put his sketchbook in his well-worn messager satchel and went back to watching Claire again. He had to admire her passion and energy in the way she trained. It took a lot of that to be as good a warrior as she clearly was. Leaning back he watched her intently and in silence so as to not break her concentration or interrupt her process.
It was true that Felix was a son of Apollo who spent most of his days helping out in the camp infirmary- both back in Camp Half Blood and recently, in Camp Jupiter. Frequently he could be found there either sweeping up or restocking the storeroom or actually helping to heal whichever camper limped in there. However he didn’t remain idle during his time off. Felix was often found to be working out, out for a run or even hanging out with other campers he got on with. Of course, that wasn’t all he did. Sometimes he devoted his off hours to more relaxed pursuits. Like Pilates and drawing. It was drawing that drew him to the Ludus Magnus that day. Even the name of the place reeked of a kind of romantic nobility that (he had to admit), the same kind of place that Camp Half Blood lacked.
Felix was aware that campers went there to spar or maybe even train in their respective martial arts. Certainly he was aware that some of his fellow Greek campers had started turning up there to test themselves. Not that he did. It wasn’t that he had no interest in doing so, it as just that he was busy with other stuff or preferred to do other stuff. No, he was there to draw something else than buildings. There were heaps of other things that the son of Apollo could draw, other than buildings. Maybe on a latent romantic level, Felix admired the martial prowess of his fellow campers and their dedication. In these times, he felt that maybe what the campers needed- especially the Greek ones, was something to inspire them. What could be more inspiring than a fellow camper training to increase their combat prowess? Arriving at the Ludus Magnus, he made his way to the seating that it held to watch for a perspective candidate to draw. As long as he was quiet and didn’t get in the way, he was sure that no one could object to his artistic ventures. Claire drew his attention first off. She had chosen to train blindfolded- blindfightig, Felix believed it was called, as her way to hone her combat prowess. That to Felix was impressive. Anyone could train with their eyesight normally, but anyone who could do so blindfolded was to be to reckoned with. He watched her closely, taking moments to glance down at his sketchpad that he took from his satchel and make a brief sketch. On an abstract level, he did think it might be interesting to do the same when he was practicing his Pankration skills. He wasn’t sure if it would work, but he was pretty sure it would help to sharpen his combat reflexes.
Watching her, Felix could not help but be impressed by the way she moved- as if her eyesight was not impaired. He could only imagine that she must be exceptional with the sword when not blindfolded. If nothing else, Claire demonstrated exceptional fitness, which impressed Felix even more. With that in mind, he said nothing to break her concentration.
Forest trees on one side of him cast shadows on the path he was running on, shielding Felix from the hottest part of the sun that day. He knew that once back at the Greek cohort barracks, there would be a pitcher of cool water for him to quench his inevitable thirst. Not that he was thirsty right now- but soon he would be. Until then he would push himself onward, up to the point where he could not go any further.
Since arriving at Camp Jupiter he had often found reason to push himself beyond his comfort zone- willingly and unwillingly. Being in a new environment, he liked exploring the limits of the place- physical and emotionally.
Going for the long runs like he was doing today, was one of the way that he did so. As for the 'unwilling' part...well, sometimes the Roman kids could really be a little pushy. Certainly, they had pushed his tolerance. Felix knew that this was their place and he and the other Greek kids were 'guests', therefore it behooved him and the others to 'make nice' with them. Inevitably there had been a few times when the Roman kids had pushed him in sparring situations. Getting battered around the head with a wooden sword by a Ares kid was one thing- getting battered by a supposedly mellow Bacchus kid was another thing. A few of the sons of Mars were sore at him when he owned them in unarmed sparring sessions- not his fault the Romans hadn't developed their own martial arts system.
That was another reason he went for these runs- to get away from the drama between the two different tribes of demigods. Maybe he was imagining it- but he had a feeling there was a major showdown brewing between the Roman and Greek kids, What made it worse was that the Greek kids expected him to jump in with them if a punch-up kicked off.
Fat chance! What they didn't realize was that when said punch up ended, it Felix and every other Apollo kid (Roman and Greek) that had to fix people up (*sighs*).
Pounding his way up over some raised ground, the LAST thing he expected was to encounter someone else out there. That was a stupid thing to do really, from his pint of view. Most kids back at Camp half Blood used to carry a weapon them when they were out and about- one never knew when a monster was going to jump out of tree, leap out of a hole or arrive in a taxi. As it were, Felix was pretty much unarmed at that moment.
Out of nowhere someone stepped out of the trees, so quickly that Felix had no time to stop, swerve or jump out of the way. He bounced off the person with an audible "Ooof!!" sound. Falling to the side, his muscle memory sprang into action as he rolled into a breakfall roll and landed on his side. Whoever it was seemed to speak what sounded like French accompanied by a moaning sound.
Kian Barrett's voice was one he was familiar with- as was the sight of the pretty son of Aphrodite. Personally he had never had much to do with the guy when they were back in Camp Half Blood. Others he knew had- 'posing frilly ego-maniac' was the term he believed they used to describe him...
"Sorry...." he said, for he truly was sorry he had run into Kian, "I didn't see you there". That was indeed true. "I was out for a run- you okay?” he asked as his combat-medic side switched on inside of him.
Slow the process might have been, but Felix was beginning to comfortable in Camp Jupiter- but not quite. Granted this place wasn't like Camp Half Blood- just a little too militaristic and not at all summer camp, but if you looked hard enough, you would find your little treasures around the place. Felix had on one of his rambles around Camp Jupiter. It turned out that the lake was an excellent space for him to do his Pilates workout. Who could imagine that Romans could be so forward thinking and progressive? Whenever he had the spare time he would go there with his improvised yoga mat and go through the series of poses that made up his work out. There was a peaceful ambiance to the place, that created a good mental state for Felix. Maybe it was the lack of people there or the fact that they were being quiet, as if a noise would incur the displeasure of thee gods More or less like Sienna, Felix was enjoying the sensation of the warm California sun on his skin. Of course, he was wearing more clothing than her- a simple sleeveless t-shirt and gym shorts, so as to move and position himself more easily. He loved the sense of mental and emotional peace he got from transitioning from one pose to the next and feeling the challenge of his muscles and ligaments protest and then comply with the challenge. A lot of his teenage problems, issues and fears seemed to melt away. It had been hard to come out to the kids at Camp Half Blood, whom he considered his friends. He had been scared- scared of rejection by them. As it was, he had little to fear. There was also the uncertainty of the future. The loss of Camp Half Blood reinforced this. However as it was, he drew strength- and gave it back, to his friends whom he held so dear.
Coming back from the lake, he had his mind set on a meal of fresh fruit from the Mess. He had already down a bottle of water in the garden after his work out and he was already feeling the coolness of the water seep through his body, relaxing his challenged muscles. The last thing he expected to see coming down the beach was...well, a girl in a bikini- miss the top of said bikini. Felix's jaw just about hit the ground in shock as he realized what he was seeing. So shocked was he, that he almost snapped his neck turning around so fast so he could not see the predicament that Sienna was in. "Nope-nope...not looking!" he told himself as he looked skyward, as his face flashed reddish in color. If thee had been any other of the boys he knew who were into girls, they would be oggling her or hooting in mirth. As it was, he wasn't his interest wasn't in girls. "Looks like you are in trouble...".he said with a voice that had an uncomfortable warble to it, "Can I help?" he asked.
“Just like old times…” Feix thought to himself as his feet pounded along the side of the hill. Of course it wasn’t. This was California- not New York…this was Camp Jupiter- not Camp Half Blood. Even the trees looked different as he thundered past them.
But that didn’t matter to the son of Apollo. He was doing something he loved doing. Ever since he was little he had enjoyed Cross-Country running events and the Orienteering events he got involved with when he was a little older. Did seem that long ago, he was scurrying around simple laid out tracks, all over in mud and wet all the way through. Of course, there was always hot chocolate waiting for him at the end.
Now days, it was mostly a old of ice cold water.
Once he had finished lunch that day, Felix went back to his barracks and changed into his running gear. His cross-country running shoes showed signs of much use, especially the splatters of mud that marked it. Not that it mattered to Felix- even though he had scrubbed them heaps of times, he saw the mud stains as badges of honor. His t-shirt for his cross-country runs was one he had for a couple of years. It was in Camp Half Blood colors and expressed his own sense of humor. Like his shoes it was showing the signs of ages and use. Same could be said for his running shorts. They were well worn and beat up from all the bushes he had run through and the scraps from where he had fallen over on his runs.
After a long stretch session, Felix would be off on his run at a steady trot. Moderating the pace of his breathing, he pushed himself over the terrain he had chosen to run over, urging his protesting muscles all over his body to keep going. Truth be told, Felix liked to push is limits, not only physically, but spiritually. It wasn’t easy to keep oneself going, when your muscles wanted to quite. Each hilltop, he mounted and each valley he powered himself out of, only encouraged him to keeping going.
Some of the kids in camp though he was weird for pushing himself on such strenuous runs. Others (as far as he was concerned) were just jealous of his ability to do something they couldn’t- after all, who else was out there doing what he was doing.
Felix would be the first to wish he had someone who he could go for runs like this, but then again, maybe this was just ‘his thing’ as it were.
It didn’t matter exactly how good a child of Apollo was, the Infirmary still needed to be kept clean. Even in Camp Jupiter the importance of hygiene was paramount to ensure that the patients that went in there, all were healthy when they came out.
Also bloodstained bandages just look gross lying around…
Felix carefully pushed the broom around the floor, making sure he didn’t leave any of the dirt and dust on the floor. He had volunteered to clean up after a busy morning, where there had been a number of patients coming in with different injuries or illnesses. Nothing serious, but still it had been a busy morning.
Since he arrived in Camp Jupiter with the other kids from Camp Half Blood, he had found a niche place helping out in the Infirmary. Most of the time that he was there, he was learning how the Romans ran their version of the Infirmary in Camp Jupiter. Most of the time he was just cleaning the place up or helping the older healer in the Infirmary with patients. Other times he was an ‘on call medic’, which meant that if there was an injury or accident on the other side of camp, he was the first of the healers out the door.
It was not unknown to see him running in the direction of the incident site, with his personal first aid satchel bouncing on his hip. Sometimes it looked like Felix was always running and could run forever if he wanted. Every so often Felix would be encountered out for a run, either around camp or around the outskirts of the camp. It was a coping mechanism for Felix, to help him settle into to his new environment.
So far he had planned a series of route he could run, that provided the same cross-country challenges he had back in Camp Half Blood. It was not unknown for a camper to be walking through woods or past a wall and be suddenly confronted by a blonde haired bursting out of the bushes or vaulting over a wall, before he apologizing as he ran off.
Sweeping up the last of the dust off the floor, he placed the broom and dust pan set into a cupboard. He was planning to head down to the Palaestrae for a workout in the weights area, when he heard the door opening and the sound of someone entering. "Hello...“he called out as he closed the cupboard door.
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