Calling all Demigods! discussion

Eleanor fired. The arrow split with a painful splintering sound.

"Why are you destroying all your arrows?" Sam finally demanded. She had finally found something to discuss.

"I have more," Eleanor replied. "I create more than I lose, therefore I have arrows to spare."

"Oh. Why not give them to your sisters?" Sam advised, shrugging.

"We share," Eleanor said. It's common sense.

"Oh..." Then why the hell are you destroying your sisters' arrows? She thought, but she didn't say it. She drew her arrow, and aimed.

Eleanor sighed, and put her bow down. She hopped over the fence and walked to the target, pulling out the remains of the arrows.

She realeased her bow, and watched the arrow fly right into Eric's mouth. She grinned, proud of her work.

Eleanor glanced at her target, suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, and headed back.

Sam climbed the fence, and plucked out the arrows.

Eleanor pocketed the heads of the broken arrows, and placed the ones that hadn't been split in two back into her quiver.

Franny (Francesca) took out her ivory bow and shot a target eagerly.

Sam put the arrows back in the bag on her back. She picked nonchalantly at her arrow.

Franny frowned at Sam.

Sam looked up, and waved at a girl. Maybe this one actually knew how to talk. "Hey."

"Hey there. Care to make an archery duel?"

((WAS, is Sam a guy or a girl?))

((girl ^_^))
"Uh... A wha?" Sam asked, setting her equipment down.

Franny shot the nearest target and said: "An archery duel. I'm trying to clear my mind."

"Sure. What the hell is an archery duel?" She asked, flipping her dark brown hair.

"It's what I call an archery contest. Don't mind my weird names for stuff, I make 'em up." She shot a nearby target and the arrow ricocheted and hit her foot.

"So, whoever shoots the most wins?Or sonething along those lines...?" Sam guessed, pulling out a couple arrows.

Francesca let out a small hiss as she pulled out the arrow stuck in her foot.

"Oh my gods! Are you ok?" She ran over to her, her slate colored eyes wide.

"Are you okay?" Philomela rushed to the girl whose foot was stabbed and offered her a piece of ambrosia. "Do you want some?"

"No, I'm fine...I don't feel the pian. I have...indiference to pain" she mumbled, releasing her very darkest secret. "Yes, I need help, but I'M NOT IN PAIN."

"How are you not in pain?!" Sam exclaimed. That blow would have killed her.

She took the ambrosia and said, "I don't know. The thing is, I've never felt pain."

"What the f*ck? What are you, like the goddess of no pain or something?" Sam's bushy eyebrows knit together as she stared at the other girl.

"No! I just have a problem. My mother's a muse, which has nothing to do with pain." She winced. "It doesn't hurt, but I do need help."

"Oh! You have that one disease... Don't you?" Sam asked, taking her so she could lead her to the infirmary.

"Yes." She said it bitterly.

"Then let's get to the infirmary." Sam said, fear striking in her. She'd heard of this disease, though she didn't know the name. She knew that Judy because this girl didn't feel pain, didn't mean she wasn't in trouble.
((OWNAGE!! I guessed right!))

Philomela cringed and wished that she could heal physical wounds, instead of emotional wounds. She decided then to tag along. "Can I come with you guys? " She wouldn't let them know that it was because she wanted to see how first aid worked. They would think that she was a weak Apollo girl if they knew her father.

Sam turned to the other girl, she had forgot all about her. "Uh, sure." She said, edging the wounded girl toward the infirmary. They had to get her there quickly.

Philomela put down her bow and arrows in an area where no one could take them, and ran over to help the girl out.

Sam let her lean against her, then walked off toward the infirmary.
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Francesca got up and fell. "Seems like I can't walk." She put on an annoyed face. "I wish I at least had indifference to pain, not insensivity. You see, insensitive people don't feel it at all, while indifferet people feel it, but don't respond to it appropriately."

Dawn entered the Archery Range with her bow at hand. "you don't feel pain? Wow. I wish I had Somthing like that while shooting."

Ardis entered the Archery Range with her silver bow slung on her left arm. Her silver quiver full of arrows on her right shoulder.

Diona walked into the range, her crutches had been taken and now she just had a walking boot. She scanned the bows.

Not too far away from Diona, an arrow whizzed past and embedded itself deep inside a target. The shot Holly had let loose would've been clocked at ninety-seven miles per hour, a deadly shot.

Diona saw it out of her perheprihal vision, and knew who it was instinctevley. She turned around, and smiled Holly a wide grin. "Holly!" She yipped excitedly and ran towards her.

Holly turned at the familiar voice with a bright smile, but realization swept it off her face as quickly as it had come. No one knows. Yet. She looked at Diona again with the same smile, only this time it was bittersweet. "Hey, Di. How's a going?" she asked casually, but under that careful tone there was the feeling of utmost betrayal.

Diona hugged her excitedly, then retracted her face lit up with joy. "Caleb says that Caspars coming home soon, since the Huntresses are better! YOu guys can be together again!" She said, grinning awaiting her excitement.

Holly's heart sunk so fast it felt like it hit the bottom of her chest and broke. The little girl's oblivious excitement only made her feel worse. But she wouldn't lie, not even for Diona's sake. "That's great! I hope the heroes are alright, I've missed them." She just wouldn't be completely truthful.

Diona frowned. "You missed Carter?"

((You miss Deitra?)