Post by Casper Lawson on Oct 11, 2014 13:53:00 GMT -8
just a day
JUST AN ORDINARY DAY
Casper laughed as the volleyball hit one of his competitors in the face and high-fived his half-sister who had spiked the ball. The Hermes cabin had made the mistake, in his opinion, of challenging his cabin to a match. They'd been certain they could knock down the children of Nike's egos. However they hadn't counted on Chris Rodriguez and Travis and Connor Stoll all being too busy to help them. And those three had apparently been the ones the Hermes cabin had been counting on to help them win. They'd promptly been creamed, but Nike's children didn't think the match was over yet. However the ball had broken the kid's nose and with Cas still laughing because hey, he found it funny, he got a large son of Hermes in his face, snapping at him that it wasn't funny. The children of Hermes ended the game and guided their half-sibling to the infirmary.
Casper picked the ball up and spun it on one finger as if the volleyball was a basketball. He'd always been good at sports. The only people he thought that could match him in sports were the Apollo children and sometimes a kid of Ares. "Party-poopers the lot of them," he laughed, earning some laughs and grins from his half-siblings. He tossed the ball up and caught it. "Another victory to us! What a shock!" He spoke sarcastically. He waved to his siblings as they dispersed, none of them in the mood to start another game. "Your loss!" he called after them, but he was ignored.
Huffing to himself, he stared at the net for a moment before approaching it. He tossed the ball up high and waited until it fell down at the exact height and then jumped up and slammed his hand down on it, spiking it over the net. He landed on his feet with a loud, "Whoop!" However his grin quickly faded to a look of horror as the ball bounced hard off the ground and flew at someone walking by. "Oh my gods, look out!" he called as loudly as he could to get the boy's attention as he ran to try to intercept the ball. He was too late and it hit target. He winced and quickly dropped to the boy's side.
He froze when he noticed just who he'd stupidly hit with a volleyball. Theodore Cromwell, the son of Athena he'd been crushing on for the past two out of his four years at camp. He made a noise similar to a dying cat in the back of his throat. He wasn't dumb, but he also wasn't the smartest kid at camp, and he had a huge habit of sounding like an idiot whenever Theodore was around, even if he was just standing off in the background. If he caught site of Athena's blonde son, his brain turned to mush and he had a hard time focusing on anything but Theo. He had it bad and he doubted hitting Theo with a volleyball was helping his chances of dating him. He was utterly screwed, and not in the fun way.
"Oh my gods, I'm so sorry," he blurted out once he found his voice, snatching the volleyball and angrily throwing it back at the court, muttering a profanity in German directed toward the ball - he'd lived in Germany before moving to America five years ago and then coming to camp four years ago. "That ball's evil, it has a mind of it's own and I seriously didn't see you or else I wouldn't have let it hit you. I'm really sorry." Oh gods, he felt like he could just die. He was an idiot and he'd hurt his crush and he just wanted to crawl into a hole and rot for the rest of his pitiful existence. Over reacting? Yeah, he probably was.
Casper picked the ball up and spun it on one finger as if the volleyball was a basketball. He'd always been good at sports. The only people he thought that could match him in sports were the Apollo children and sometimes a kid of Ares. "Party-poopers the lot of them," he laughed, earning some laughs and grins from his half-siblings. He tossed the ball up and caught it. "Another victory to us! What a shock!" He spoke sarcastically. He waved to his siblings as they dispersed, none of them in the mood to start another game. "Your loss!" he called after them, but he was ignored.
Huffing to himself, he stared at the net for a moment before approaching it. He tossed the ball up high and waited until it fell down at the exact height and then jumped up and slammed his hand down on it, spiking it over the net. He landed on his feet with a loud, "Whoop!" However his grin quickly faded to a look of horror as the ball bounced hard off the ground and flew at someone walking by. "Oh my gods, look out!" he called as loudly as he could to get the boy's attention as he ran to try to intercept the ball. He was too late and it hit target. He winced and quickly dropped to the boy's side.
He froze when he noticed just who he'd stupidly hit with a volleyball. Theodore Cromwell, the son of Athena he'd been crushing on for the past two out of his four years at camp. He made a noise similar to a dying cat in the back of his throat. He wasn't dumb, but he also wasn't the smartest kid at camp, and he had a huge habit of sounding like an idiot whenever Theodore was around, even if he was just standing off in the background. If he caught site of Athena's blonde son, his brain turned to mush and he had a hard time focusing on anything but Theo. He had it bad and he doubted hitting Theo with a volleyball was helping his chances of dating him. He was utterly screwed, and not in the fun way.
"Oh my gods, I'm so sorry," he blurted out once he found his voice, snatching the volleyball and angrily throwing it back at the court, muttering a profanity in German directed toward the ball - he'd lived in Germany before moving to America five years ago and then coming to camp four years ago. "That ball's evil, it has a mind of it's own and I seriously didn't see you or else I wouldn't have let it hit you. I'm really sorry." Oh gods, he felt like he could just die. He was an idiot and he'd hurt his crush and he just wanted to crawl into a hole and rot for the rest of his pitiful existence. Over reacting? Yeah, he probably was.
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