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Ƭнєяє ιѕ ησ gяєαтєя ѕσяяσω тнαη тσ яєcαƖƖ тнє мιѕєяу ιη тιмє ωє ωєяє нαρρу. (Percy), Son of Hades/Head Camper
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Jan 23, 2015 08:32AM

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Ƭнєяє ιѕ ησ gяєαтєя ѕσяяσω тнαη тσ яєcαƖƖ тнє мιѕєяу ιη тιмє ωє ωєяє нαρρу. (Percy), Son of Hades/Head Camper
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Kippenger was walking through the ground, so far he had 13 stolen items in his hand. He rubbed his hands, unable to wait to get more.
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Ƭнєяє ιѕ ησ gяєαтєя ѕσяяσω тнαη тσ яєcαƖƖ тнє мιѕєяу ιη тιмє ωє ωєяє нαρρу. (Percy), Son of Hades/Head Camper
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Ƭнєяє ιѕ ησ gяєαтєя ѕσяяσω тнαη тσ яєcαƖƖ тнє мιѕєяу ιη тιмє ωє ωєяє нαρρу. (Percy), Son of Hades/Head Camper
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Kippenger looked for the owner of the voice. He spotted April and grinned, " Hey Month!" he was pushed by a bigger dude so he stole something from him in return.

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Ƭнєяє ιѕ ησ gяєαтєя ѕσяяσω тнαη тσ яєcαƖƖ тнє мιѕєяу ιη тιмє ωє ωєяє нαρρу. (Percy), Son of Hades/Head Camper
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Kippenger stumbled backwards, " Pranks? Lets do half of what the book says right now!" he said, spreading out the items he stole on the ground.


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Ƭнєяє ιѕ ησ gяєαтєя ѕσяяσω тнαη тσ яєcαƖƖ тнє мιѕєяу ιη тιмє ωє ωєяє нαρρу. (Percy), Son of Hades/Head Camper
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Kippenger grinned madly. He loved this girl. " I'll get the stuff." he skipped back to his bunk where all kinds of dangerous things lay.
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Ƭнєяє ιѕ ησ gяєαтєя ѕσяяσω тнαη тσ яєcαƖƖ тнє мιѕєяу ιη тιмє ωє ωєяє нαρρу. (Percy), Son of Hades/Head Camper
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Kippenger came back with all the supplies. He had two things in each hand, one thing on his nose, and five things on his forehead. He looked ridiculous.

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Ƭнєяє ιѕ ησ gяєαтєя ѕσяяσω тнαη тσ яєcαƖƖ тнє мιѕєяу ιη тιмє ωє ωєяє нαρρу. (Percy), Son of Hades/Head Camper
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Ƭнєяє ιѕ ησ gяєαтєя ѕσяяσω тнαη тσ яєcαƖƖ тнє мιѕєяу ιη тιмє ωє ωєяє нαρρу. (Percy), Son of Hades/Head Camper
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"The...umm... Ares Cabin! Cant wait to see them runnin around screaming like dem little kids!" he carried the stuff and ran over to the Ares cabin
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Ƭнєяє ιѕ ησ gяєαтєя ѕσяяσω тнαη тσ яєcαƖƖ тнє мιѕєяу ιη тιмє ωє ωєяє нαρρу. (Percy), Son of Hades/Head Camper
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Ferra Pérola walked barefoot around the courtyard, humming to herself while levitating one of her favorite books just for the heck of it.

Not noticing the boy sitting maybe 20 feet away, Pérola decided to levitate herself, something she still needed a bit of practice doing. Shakily lifting herself a couple feet off the ground, she jerked herself in the direction of the boy, intending to "fly" at full speed across the courtyard. Just then she noticed the boy right in front of her, and her eyes widened, not wanting to crash into him. She abruptly let herself fall to the ground, but in doing so she accidentally hit the boy's head with her leg. She landed with an "Oof!" on the ground.

Pérola lifted her head to meet the boy's piercing blue eyes. She blinked in surprise at his question. "Am I alright?" she repeated, "I smacked you on the head! I should be asking you that question." She threw her head back and laughed, feeling insanely ridiculous in front of this calm boy. "I'm Ferra Pérola, by the way," she said with a smile, "But you can just call me Pérola."

((nah, it's ok. I only put it there b/c it's in the original Portuguese word))
Pérola noticed the boy didn't tell her his name, which struck her as a bit unsocial, but then she brushed that thought away. "He probably just doesn't like giving out information to random strangers who whack him on the head," she thought, "can't say I blame him." "Who's your parent?" she asked, hoping this wasn't too private either. She levitated her book, which was lying in the grass, over to where she was.

Pérola nodded. That made sense. The boy gave off that Hades-ish aura that couldn't be mistaken for any of the 12 Olympian gods.

"Oh!" she said, sitting up. "I think you should meet someone."
She whistled a simple three-note tune that rang into the trees.
She whistled a simple three-note tune that rang into the trees.

There was a rustle in the trees. Suddenly a large, handsome raven with black iridescent wings burst through the clearing, flying directly to Pérola's outstreched arm.
Pérola stroked her raven's back and smiled. "This is Orion," she said. "Orion, meet.....um, this guy."
Orion cocked his head to one side. "Hello Derrick." He replied.
Pérola smiled sheepishly and quietly told Orion to shush. "Well, see, Orion isn't a normal talking raven. He can also read a person's innermost thoughts. Sorry about that. I thought he'd know better."

Orion turned his head to Derrick. "You have some--" he was cut off by Pérola, who clamped his beak shut with her hand. "Orion!" she scolded. "Come on, you're better than that. Go now. I'll get you later."

Orion gave Pérola what could have been perceived as a glare and then flew back into the trees, cawing loudly.
Pérola shrugged. "I'm sure you've seen odder things." She said. She drew her knees up to her chest. "I certainly have."