Post by Eleanor Holland on Sept 12, 2014 18:47:05 GMT -6
The daughter of Athena had once again started the day feeling nothing but nakedness. Eleanor had been given modern sets of clothing to change between, which included dresses that possessed a substantial lack of full-length sleeves and ended just above the knee. Despite her doubts, Eleanor knew she would have to get used to such outfits, meaning she never complained openly, believing that she could at least try. The dress she had chosen was just above knee-length, and the sleeves were long enough to only cover the top of the shoulders. Once again she felt uncomfortably exposed, but it wasn’t like anyone would notice. Apparently this was more normal, more socially acceptable than a dress that made her look like she had just come from a ‘renaissance faire’, and no matter how Eleanor felt about it, she would have to get used to it. Admittedly, it was a pretty dress, though it had just caused Eleanor to feel a little self-conscious about herself. And it never stopped her from feeling a strong desire to get back into one of her old dresses. Though these were all thoughts that needed pushing back upon her leaving the cabin.
Everything, for Eleanor, kicked off upon her asking the date for the first time since her arrival. ‘It’s September 13th,’ she had been told, causing her to stumble just a little. Despite not having been told the year, the date still had a little significance. The last September 13th she had experienced, that in 1452, was when she had officially turned nineteen years of age. It had been an eventful day indeed, and had caused her brother to start worrying and aiming to be a little more proactive in the act of finding her a husband lest she become something of an old maid. She could remember she wasn’t fortunate enough to have a day off, since she had spent the majority of the day shadowing the queen. Of course, once or twice she had been allowed a moment or two alone, in which she wandered the grounds of the castle, only to be ambushed by a man who had made it his personal mission to get much closer to her, despite the fact that she had never been interested. He was incredibly insufferable, even more so than many of the other men at court. And, fortunately, her brother had never been interested in any sort of a match between the two, since this man was something of a low rank and he was aiming high for the girl. Despite this, the rest of the day had been spent with the people she loved. It had been enjoyable with them, and the mere thought of it troubled Eleanor. The last time she had celebrated her birthday, it had been something of an eventful day. And what now? They were all dead. All gone, and reduced to nothing but bones. She was already choking again on the thought of this loss, also trying to think if she was truly a year older now or if her centuries out of everything had messed that up, though that really was the least of her priorities.
The demigod before her tilted his head and questioned her expression, addressing his concern, since by now she appeared as nothing but fragile. Her lips were trembling ever so slightly and she was already feeling a lump in her throat. ”Excuse me,” the blonde muttered before quickly sprinting off to somewhere quiet to hide.
Everything had changed. It was all too different. Not only was she in a different country, but she was in a different time. Everything she had grown up knowing was now unnecessary, completely so. Everything she knew was now pointless. Of course, she would have to learn again but the change was just so overwhelming. At the mere thought of it, Eleanor felt her hands trembling and her breath broken and shaking. It was the change in surroundings that was breaking her heart, though. Everyone she had grown up with was now dead and buried, after having spent the rest of their lives in potential problems that Eleanor could have helped them with. She felt helpless, just thinking about her friends in emotional turmoil upset her, let alone the fact that she never even had the chance to help them through it.
Eleanor had found herself behind a cabin, though she didn’t know exactly which one. The poor girl hadn’t yet had the chance to properly distinguish one from another just yet. All except the Athena cabin, which she could tell was the correct one on sight. Nevertheless, she had curled up behind it. Out of sight. Out of mind. The girl hugged her knees tightly and buried her face in them, still trying to stop herself from breaking down. Why had it only just gotten to her this badly? The girl had been at camp for what, a week? She had met plenty of people, most of which had been so friendly to her. But she still felt lonely. She still felt sad. Birthdays were never so much of a big deal to her, but a day like today just reminded her more about what used to be and made it all too much for her heart to bear. Her head was rested back on the wall and her eyes closed for a moment or two as she continuously tried to hold back the flood of tears.
By then, the girl understood without thinking. She had to return home, or just go somewhere different. Somewhere with a little less change. She just had to run. There was no choice in the matter. Or at least nothing that had been properly thought through.
Quickly, the girl wiped her eyes and jumped to her feet. Her breath was still shaking, but she tried hard to supress this. The blonde headed quickly to her cabin, and packed her dresses, both old and new, into her satchel and wrapped her cloak around her neck. After which, the girl quickly escaped the cabin, trying to be subtle about her quick departure of camp.
Before long, the daughter of Athena found herself in the forest. For a while, the girl wandered in the direction she believed led to the border of camp, trying to think of the best way to handle this. In actuality, Eleanor never realized how far she had gotten. Though it was only then that her sensible thoughts were finally allowed to come back. One of which was a warning, a reminder of what Bastien had told her about leaving camp. One might stay relatively safe inside the camp borders, but it’s easy to get attacked by a monster upon leaving. And it was easy to die as a result of such a thing without knowing how to use a weapon and possessing one. Until now, Eleanor’s idea of training had been reading and observation. Not once had she picked up a weapon and now, all she had to do was hope that he hadn’t been right. Though something in the back of her mind insisted that he would be. She should have stayed in camp and by now, she was sure of it. Never before had she felt such fear, and in comparison to the safety she had felt in the forge, all she wanted to do was run back there. Have another long enjoyable conversation with the master blacksmith, knowing that she wouldn't be harmed. But she was lost now. Hopelessly so.
From now, her steps were quiet and cautious. All attempts to keep quiet and unnoticed were suddenly realized to all be in vain. A creature, no, a monster of some kind stood before her. Only a few feet away. Eleanor froze in her path, eyes widened, too scared for tears. This was what impulse had driven her to. Danger. Death. Ghastly would be the best way to describe this monster. Leathery looking wings were hunched up on this monster’s back, its mouth full of big yellow fangs and its eyes burning a deep yellow like the fires of hell. Once again her breath began to shake and she swallowed. All she could do was run. If she was going to survive, it all depended entirely on her agility. It was now or never.
The blonde took one slow step back so as to avoid sudden hostility. But as soon as her foot touched the ground, the monster sprang into action, letting loose a terrifying high-pitched roar. At that point, the blonde pivoted on her foot and tried to run the other way. And though she was fast, the monster appeared to be much quicker, slashing its claws at her and cutting into her side. Eleanor screamed, falling flat on the floor. She quickly tried to get up and run, trying to ignore the pain and the blood. All she needed to do was run, to survive. But she tripped up over her own feet and fell again, this time onto her back. She was left staring up at this fear-inducing creature with tears finally building up in her eyes, her breath endlessly shaking, and the knowledge that she couldn't move. It was impossible now. As the monster roared once more, the girl thought for a moment that it sounded as though it was laughing at her. Clearly though Eleanor had tempted fate in her living this long; death had caught up with her. And this was it. She was going to die.
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OOC: Long post. l: I hope it's okay though, totally got her hurt. And it's her birthday. >: DIs that a cruel thing to do? It's been a week since she got at camp, and this is the day she finally gave in. Totally said this was done tomorrow though. If you want me to change any of it so it works out better with what you intend for Bastien to do, then just ask, I'm good with it. xD Also, the monster's a fury. ;3 Totally named the thread that because he's saving her and yeah. I'm sucky with names usually. I've also probably bigged this up to be better than it actually is, but I hope my post isn't at all anti-climatic. xD
Tagged: Bastien Cavanaugh
Everything, for Eleanor, kicked off upon her asking the date for the first time since her arrival. ‘It’s September 13th,’ she had been told, causing her to stumble just a little. Despite not having been told the year, the date still had a little significance. The last September 13th she had experienced, that in 1452, was when she had officially turned nineteen years of age. It had been an eventful day indeed, and had caused her brother to start worrying and aiming to be a little more proactive in the act of finding her a husband lest she become something of an old maid. She could remember she wasn’t fortunate enough to have a day off, since she had spent the majority of the day shadowing the queen. Of course, once or twice she had been allowed a moment or two alone, in which she wandered the grounds of the castle, only to be ambushed by a man who had made it his personal mission to get much closer to her, despite the fact that she had never been interested. He was incredibly insufferable, even more so than many of the other men at court. And, fortunately, her brother had never been interested in any sort of a match between the two, since this man was something of a low rank and he was aiming high for the girl. Despite this, the rest of the day had been spent with the people she loved. It had been enjoyable with them, and the mere thought of it troubled Eleanor. The last time she had celebrated her birthday, it had been something of an eventful day. And what now? They were all dead. All gone, and reduced to nothing but bones. She was already choking again on the thought of this loss, also trying to think if she was truly a year older now or if her centuries out of everything had messed that up, though that really was the least of her priorities.
The demigod before her tilted his head and questioned her expression, addressing his concern, since by now she appeared as nothing but fragile. Her lips were trembling ever so slightly and she was already feeling a lump in her throat. ”Excuse me,” the blonde muttered before quickly sprinting off to somewhere quiet to hide.
Everything had changed. It was all too different. Not only was she in a different country, but she was in a different time. Everything she had grown up knowing was now unnecessary, completely so. Everything she knew was now pointless. Of course, she would have to learn again but the change was just so overwhelming. At the mere thought of it, Eleanor felt her hands trembling and her breath broken and shaking. It was the change in surroundings that was breaking her heart, though. Everyone she had grown up with was now dead and buried, after having spent the rest of their lives in potential problems that Eleanor could have helped them with. She felt helpless, just thinking about her friends in emotional turmoil upset her, let alone the fact that she never even had the chance to help them through it.
Eleanor had found herself behind a cabin, though she didn’t know exactly which one. The poor girl hadn’t yet had the chance to properly distinguish one from another just yet. All except the Athena cabin, which she could tell was the correct one on sight. Nevertheless, she had curled up behind it. Out of sight. Out of mind. The girl hugged her knees tightly and buried her face in them, still trying to stop herself from breaking down. Why had it only just gotten to her this badly? The girl had been at camp for what, a week? She had met plenty of people, most of which had been so friendly to her. But she still felt lonely. She still felt sad. Birthdays were never so much of a big deal to her, but a day like today just reminded her more about what used to be and made it all too much for her heart to bear. Her head was rested back on the wall and her eyes closed for a moment or two as she continuously tried to hold back the flood of tears.
By then, the girl understood without thinking. She had to return home, or just go somewhere different. Somewhere with a little less change. She just had to run. There was no choice in the matter. Or at least nothing that had been properly thought through.
Quickly, the girl wiped her eyes and jumped to her feet. Her breath was still shaking, but she tried hard to supress this. The blonde headed quickly to her cabin, and packed her dresses, both old and new, into her satchel and wrapped her cloak around her neck. After which, the girl quickly escaped the cabin, trying to be subtle about her quick departure of camp.
Before long, the daughter of Athena found herself in the forest. For a while, the girl wandered in the direction she believed led to the border of camp, trying to think of the best way to handle this. In actuality, Eleanor never realized how far she had gotten. Though it was only then that her sensible thoughts were finally allowed to come back. One of which was a warning, a reminder of what Bastien had told her about leaving camp. One might stay relatively safe inside the camp borders, but it’s easy to get attacked by a monster upon leaving. And it was easy to die as a result of such a thing without knowing how to use a weapon and possessing one. Until now, Eleanor’s idea of training had been reading and observation. Not once had she picked up a weapon and now, all she had to do was hope that he hadn’t been right. Though something in the back of her mind insisted that he would be. She should have stayed in camp and by now, she was sure of it. Never before had she felt such fear, and in comparison to the safety she had felt in the forge, all she wanted to do was run back there. Have another long enjoyable conversation with the master blacksmith, knowing that she wouldn't be harmed. But she was lost now. Hopelessly so.
From now, her steps were quiet and cautious. All attempts to keep quiet and unnoticed were suddenly realized to all be in vain. A creature, no, a monster of some kind stood before her. Only a few feet away. Eleanor froze in her path, eyes widened, too scared for tears. This was what impulse had driven her to. Danger. Death. Ghastly would be the best way to describe this monster. Leathery looking wings were hunched up on this monster’s back, its mouth full of big yellow fangs and its eyes burning a deep yellow like the fires of hell. Once again her breath began to shake and she swallowed. All she could do was run. If she was going to survive, it all depended entirely on her agility. It was now or never.
The blonde took one slow step back so as to avoid sudden hostility. But as soon as her foot touched the ground, the monster sprang into action, letting loose a terrifying high-pitched roar. At that point, the blonde pivoted on her foot and tried to run the other way. And though she was fast, the monster appeared to be much quicker, slashing its claws at her and cutting into her side. Eleanor screamed, falling flat on the floor. She quickly tried to get up and run, trying to ignore the pain and the blood. All she needed to do was run, to survive. But she tripped up over her own feet and fell again, this time onto her back. She was left staring up at this fear-inducing creature with tears finally building up in her eyes, her breath endlessly shaking, and the knowledge that she couldn't move. It was impossible now. As the monster roared once more, the girl thought for a moment that it sounded as though it was laughing at her. Clearly though Eleanor had tempted fate in her living this long; death had caught up with her. And this was it. She was going to die.
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OOC: Long post. l: I hope it's okay though, totally got her hurt. And it's her birthday. >: D
Tagged: Bastien Cavanaugh
