New Girl (First Cohort)
POSTED ON Dec 2, 2014 14:04:29 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2014 14:04:29 GMT -8
The muscular blonde rubbed at her arm, the fresh red skin around where the symbol of Hercules joined with the letters all of the Camper's came to know - SPQR. She opened the door to her cohort's 'barracks' while one arm still rubbed at the pointless tattoo burned into her skin, fresh as could be, not a single line beneath it. Whatever god presided over her tattooing clearly held some grudge against her or her father - not an uncommon fact. She had little with her as she glanced around the building. She'd apparently missed training exercises for the day, with all the time it took her to get 'accepted' and have her tattoo done. She'd been informed her 'cohort', a team of sort she would now be working with, would be arriving back at their barracks soon enough, and that she should wait for them there - along with a few snide remarks about how she should avoid knocking down the building.
Her five foot tall golden bow was sat to the side of one of the beds without any markings of use, and she sat in it. She was lucky her father had shown himself after his meeting with Lupa - the god of Heroes himself vouched for her ability, stating the facts of his 'training' to the goddess of wolves - not that she seemed pleased, as she directed Astrid that she'd be joining the 'finest' of the cohorts - and be allowed to keep her father's gift. Astrid didn't actually know how to use a bow properly - she had multiple times during her time alone tried to create bows, or even steal sport ones, but her great strength almost always snapped either the wood, the string, or both - but the idea of having a gift from her Father, one of the few people she truly respected, made her just a bit happy.
She looked at the bundle of clothes in her hands, a few sets of purple camp t-shirts that she was given but told were optional to wear. She then looked down at her own outfit - a black tank top that looked like she got in a fight with a dog over it, tears literally everywhere, and jeans that looked like they were gnawed on by a pack of lions - neither far from the truth. With a shrug she took off the tank top, throwing it onto 'her' bed, before changing into the stupid purple shirt. It didn't matter to her how lame a camp t-shirt would be, fashion was literally the least of the worries for a girl who lived on her own, traveling with just the clothes on her back for years. And so, changed into her 'uniform', she sat on the bed, staring at the doorway, waiting for someone from her cohort to enter, ready to judge the people she'd be forced to work with.
Words: 477
Notes: First Cohort meets the new girl. Yaaay.
Tags: @branwen, @galen, @laura
Her five foot tall golden bow was sat to the side of one of the beds without any markings of use, and she sat in it. She was lucky her father had shown himself after his meeting with Lupa - the god of Heroes himself vouched for her ability, stating the facts of his 'training' to the goddess of wolves - not that she seemed pleased, as she directed Astrid that she'd be joining the 'finest' of the cohorts - and be allowed to keep her father's gift. Astrid didn't actually know how to use a bow properly - she had multiple times during her time alone tried to create bows, or even steal sport ones, but her great strength almost always snapped either the wood, the string, or both - but the idea of having a gift from her Father, one of the few people she truly respected, made her just a bit happy.
She looked at the bundle of clothes in her hands, a few sets of purple camp t-shirts that she was given but told were optional to wear. She then looked down at her own outfit - a black tank top that looked like she got in a fight with a dog over it, tears literally everywhere, and jeans that looked like they were gnawed on by a pack of lions - neither far from the truth. With a shrug she took off the tank top, throwing it onto 'her' bed, before changing into the stupid purple shirt. It didn't matter to her how lame a camp t-shirt would be, fashion was literally the least of the worries for a girl who lived on her own, traveling with just the clothes on her back for years. And so, changed into her 'uniform', she sat on the bed, staring at the doorway, waiting for someone from her cohort to enter, ready to judge the people she'd be forced to work with.
Words: 477
Notes: First Cohort meets the new girl. Yaaay.
Tags: @branwen, @galen, @laura