Calling all Demigods! discussion

Eric paused, unsure. Finally, he smiled back at her. "Ok... If you say so," he raised his eyebrow, but didn't remove his hands.

Bridget closed her eyes tightly. When she opened them, after a few deep breaths, she had a small, half-true smile on her face.

Eric smiled at her. "Better?" He asked, only his eyes held his concern.

Bridget nodded. "Mmhmm."

Eric grinned, and removed his hands. "So? Seeing as you're packing up, I assume you're done?"

Bridget shrugged. "Almost." She wrapped the last bit of tape around the semi-substansial arrows and stuffed the tape back in her quiver.

"So, what do you want to do next?" Eric asked her. Bridget was interesting enough to hang out with.

((is he gonna like Avery or Bridget? I forgot...))

((we never decided.))
Bridet shrugged as she bundled up her arrows and stuffed them back in the quiver. "Not sure."

((ok. We shall decide in chat! ^,^))
Eric nodded, "ok."He helped her with her pack.

((mkhaaay.))
Bridget smiled in thanks as she stood up.

Eric stood up as well. "You wanna fly solo or would you like some company?"

Bridget shrugged. "I don't have a problem with you staying, if that's what you're asking."

"All right," Eric said with a grin. "Where to?" He asked, stretching.

Bridget slung her quiver and bow back over her shoulder. "I don't care," she replied.

"Arts and crafts?" Eric asked her. He felt like working with his hands.

Bridget smiled. "Sure."

"Great! Follow me," he waved in his direction.

Bridget followed him, tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her ears.

((POUYF))

((püf.))

Sam walked into the archery range, arrows on her back and arrow in hand. She stood in front of a target, and took an arrow from her back. The ends had been colored with rainbows and other colors. She had gotten the idea from her sister, Bridget. Thinking of the center of the target as Eric's head, she aimed for in-between his eyes.

Eleanor stood in a ready position with both feet shoulder length apart and her bow and arrow drawn back. She took careful aim, feeling a slight breeze threatening her loose braid. In a single instant, the arrow left her bow, and was now vibrating on the center of the target.

Sam didn't acknowledge the other girl, she was in focus. Releasing the arrow, she watched it hit it's made mark in satisfaction. Turning her slate colored eyes toward the girl, she grinned. "Hey, thanks!"

Sam guffawed in horror. "I'm sure they would, but I'm definately not interesting. At all," she shook her head in true horror. "Thanks anyway," she told her with a shrug.

Eleanor stiffened, though she said nothing at the words 'The Hunters.' She scowled, however, and pulled out one more arrow, notching it into place.

Sam glanced at the other girl, who seemed to be in a foul mood. She stared at her for a moment, then turned back to the other girl. "Stop them from what?" Turning to the scowling girl she asked, "you ok there?"

Philomela took out her trusted bow and took out several arrows. She positioned her bow and started firing one by one, but at the pace of a machine. She was taking out her anger at this place on her archery.

Silverfur- (I love Edward!!!!!!) wrote: "Sam glanced at the other girl, who seemed to be in a foul mood. She stared at her for a moment, then turned back to the other girl. "Stop them from what?" Turning to the scowling girl she asked, "y..."

"Yes. I am fine," Eleanor replied coolly, her gaze never faltering from the target infront of her.

"Ooook Kay?" Sam said, unsure of her coolness to her. As far as she knew, she hadn't done anything to this girl.

Eleanor fell silent, firing the arrow and splitting the first.

San watched her for a moment, trying to figure her out. She saw how well she did with an arrow, abd paused. "Oh... You're a huntress, huh?"

"Yes. I am," Eleanor replied, lowering her bow. She turned to face the others, green eyes glinting in the sunlight.

Sam in spite if her stuuborness to never back down, had an urge to take a step back from the pissed woman with an arrow. "Hey. Look, I wasn't meaning to say anything bad about the hunters... I just wouldn't like it there. I'm not a 'stay maiden forever' person." She said, shrugging as she let out a light laugh.

"Then perhaps you should have chosen your words more wisely," Eleanor replied.

"All I said was that I didn't think the life of the hunters was right for me," Sam replied evenly.

"As I recall correctly, you... chortled at the thought of joining."

Well she's not wrong, Sam admitted to herself. "Only because I knew that I would be a terrible huntress," she shot back.

((ITDIDN'TSAVEFUUU))

"How so?" Eleanor questioned.

Philomela listened to the bickering as she took out her anger on her poor bow. I need to calm down. Breathe in... two... three... out... two... three. Just because I'm staying here for the entire year instead of previously been stuck here for the summer doesn't mean I have to damage my bow. I need to calm down. NOW.

Iviana (The Sign Painter!) wrote: "((ITDIDN'TSAVEFUUU))

"How so?" Eleanor questioned."

((it'd beter next Time, lol))
"Well for one, I'd either be too drunk, or high, or hung-over to shoot a freaking arrow. Two, I'd break the oath before you can say lady Artemis." Sam smirked, knowing that every word was true.

Eleanor scowled, though she fell silent. Your kind disgust me.

((:D))
Sam glanced at the girl, damn. She scowled A LOT. "What's your name?" She finally asked, notching her colored arrow in it's bow.

"Eleanor Choi," she replied curtly, turning back to her target.

"Sam, you don't need to know my last name," she inquired. Turning back to her own target, she shot Eric in the nose.

Eleanor pursed her lips. She drew back an arrow, and with incredible speed, she released it, the arrow landing with a twang.

"Nice hit," Sam said, obviously fascinated by her arrow skills.

Eleanor said nothing, but instead pulled another arrow from her quiver and notching it against her bow.

Hello, wall. Sam thought glumly, putting an arrow against her own bow.

Eleanor took aim, her frown never faltering.

Sam pursed her lips, dying to end the silence, but not sure what to say.