you're going down [open]

Connor Stoll

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you're going down [open]

POSTED ON Aug 29, 2013 16:09:11 GMT -8

Post by Connor Stoll on Aug 29, 2013 16:09:11 GMT -8

With his back against a tree, Connor held onto his weapon for his dear life. Re gripping his bright blue water gun, yes water gun, he checked to make sure that nobody was around him. For a weeks he, his twin Travis and the rest of the Hermes cabin had been coming up with this plan for just one huge day of a water gun/water balloon war. And of course they had the advantage of it. Once they had all gone to their spots to declare the war, Connor's first target was of course Clarisse. That was how he learned that water plus big ol' Clarisse equals Connor gonna get broken, so off he ran into the forest, hoping he could shake her off in between all of the trees.

It had been about fifteen minutes, possibly, since he last saw her. Connor assumed that everything was clear and that the water war was going on as he heard several screams of what he assumed was joy. Sliding down onto the dirt and grass, with his back against the tree, Connor opened up his gun. It was still pretty full as he made sure to save his own butt rather than to shoot at Clarisse again. He had no water balloons on his person, something he didn't really think about at the time. Swearing he was fine with just a water gun. "Mental note, take both a water gun and water balloons for the next water war" he mumbled to himself and stood up.

Hearing something rustle nearby, Connor paused before deciding to head back to the huge chaos that he and his siblings had created. Keeping his guard up, he raised his water gun. If it was a monster of some sorts, he was doomed. "Whose there?" he questioned, waiting for whoever or whatever to respond to him. 'Please be another camper, please be another camper, please be another camper' he thought to himself over and over.

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you're going down [open]

POSTED ON Aug 29, 2013 16:59:55 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2013 16:59:55 GMT -8

Travis cackled manically as he headed for the forest, a long trail of angry Hephaestus kids right on his heels. "You'll never catch me alive!" Travis screamed over his shoulder and quickly jumped over a bush into the safety of the forest. Here's the thing, being the son of the God of Messengers give you a slight advantage in the running field. Back in the old day, the ancient Greeks had to send messages by foot, thus the messenger tend to be very speedy. A trait Hermes passed on to all of his children. Travis made a mental note to send up a few extra prayers of thanks to his father, next chance he got.

After the initial panic wore off and the sounds chasing campers grew fainter, Travis let a grin of success cross his face. After the initial skirmish in the water fight free for all, the son of Hermes had started to wonder what the Hephaestus would think of a little water fight. Unfortunately he apparently crossed the line when he spilled a whole bucket onto the forge fires and extinguished them with a loud hiss. There was a moment of stunned silence, then screams of rage. Needless to say, Travis had never run so fast in his life.

The boy almost missed the faint call of 'Whose there?' but a very instinctive part of his brain registered the familiar tone and sent him skidding to a stop. "Connor!" Travis called out happily to his brother. He burst through the bushes like a force of nature and quickly landed next to his brother with an over dramatic roll. He laughed a brushed a few stray leaves from his brothers hair, the wide grin on his face getting impossibly bigger. "Best start to the summer ever!"

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Connor Stoll

GROUP:Greek Counselor

AGE:18 yrs old

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WRITTEN:1 post

TAG:@connor

you're going down [open]

POSTED ON Aug 29, 2013 17:44:22 GMT -8

Post by Connor Stoll on Aug 29, 2013 17:44:22 GMT -8

When the thing in the brushes turned out to be his ~~younger~~ twin brother, Connor let out a sigh of relief and smiled at Travis. Travis!" he said happily. "We seriously need some walkie talkies, because a water gun will not help me defeat any monsters that somehow show up." he chuckled.

"Uh duh it is! Because we planned it out. If any of the Ares kids had planned this, it would be horrible and scary." Connor replied back with a matter of fact tone of voice. "I think the only downside to this whole water war, is that any kid of Poseidon might be able to take us out. Do you we think we should have at least told Percy about it? He seems like he'd down for it." Connor asked his brother, now adding in the fact that ~~some~~ all of the kids of Poseidon could control water.

Connor raised an eyebrow at his brother. "What in the Underworld were you running from exactly? Did Clarisse mistake you for me again?" he questioned. "Cause I shot her in the face about five or six times." he paused and began counting. When they declared war, he then got her three times. Of course she said something like he 'had to the count of three before she got really angry' which meant 'I'm an open, shoot me three more times for bonus points!'. He loved playing the old switch-a-roo game with his brother, mainly when they decided to either mess with certain people, when one twin tried to get out of a test or just when they were bored with nothing to really do.

"So who did you piss off to go hide in a brush then?" Connor asked, now curious to hear his brother's tale.

TAG: @travis /open!
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OUTFIT: here
NOTES: REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD XD

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POSTED ON Aug 31, 2013 16:56:30 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2013 16:56:30 GMT -8

Travis laughed, but quickly lowered his voice remembering he was still being hunted. He glanced around for a moment before relaxing his muscles. He reached behind him blindly and pulled out his own water gun, just in case. "Yeah, walkie talkies would be a smart idea. Alas! We shall live and learn, brother. Plus you can't tell me you can't out run the average monster." Travis said reasonably. He hefted his backpack a little more securely onto his shoulders before continuing. "Also, if anything would happen to you, I'm sure I would feel it through our mystical-voodoo-brother-bond." Travis snickered at that. For some reason most people thought that the two of them shared some special soul bond that could allow them to know when the other was in trouble. After numerous incidents with monsters, they had learned that this was very untrue.

"I'm sure the Ares' kids idea of a good start to a summer involved getting some poor newbie's head intimately knowledgeable with the toilets. Man, they really need to come up with something new. The toilet thing gets really old, really quickly." Travis said. "That's just dreadfully dull. Gods forbid the Ares kids become predictable, we might just start losing out fear - I mean faith- in them."

Good point though. I guess we'll just have to avoid them then." Travis paused for a moment to consider Connor's words, running a hand through his soaked hair in an effort to control it. "Nah, Percy could use a surprise every now and again." Travis rolled his shoulders and put a little distance between him and his brother. He peaked his head around the tree and glance about. It looked like the angry mob had either given up or were lost looking for him somewhere else. Either way, Travis got back to his feet with a grunt of effort.

"Actually it was the Hephestus kids causing me trouble. I guess putting out the fire in their forge wasn't the best move on my part." Travis grinned darkly at his brother and laughed loudly. "Oh I wish I could have seen her face. That would have been priceless!" Travis shook his head ruefully at Connor and offered him a hand to help him up. "And I wasn't hiding in a bush! It was a tactical retreat." He corrected with a cheeky grin.

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Notes;; Travis is so touchy feely xD

Connor Stoll

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AGE:18 yrs old

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you're going down [open]

POSTED ON Sept 1, 2013 16:44:39 GMT -8

Post by Connor Stoll on Sept 1, 2013 16:44:39 GMT -8

"Well how about this weekend, we sneak out and head to the nearest WalMart and get some walkie talkies. Like enough for us and the rest of our half siblings?" Connor asked, hoping his brother would agree to his devious little plan. When his brother had mentioned the weird twin voodoo thing, he laughed some. "Aw, but I love our twin voodoo thing. I mean how else am I to know what you're thinking?"

Letting out a laugh, he had to agree with his younger brother. "Oh Gods forbid! I mean they are just so creative." Connor shrugged his shoulders at what his brother had said about Percy. "Yeah you never know."

Grabbing his brother's hand, Connor lept up to stand on his own two feet. "Really? You put out the fire?" Connor asked. Now any normal demigod would call his brother crazy and to go and apologize. But this was Connor Stoll. "That is so cool!" he exclaimed and laughed. "Oh it was beautiful. Her head looked like it was going to explode and it looked like steam was coming from it as well. And of course she let out some sort of death growl, which did make me laugh while I was running."

"Oi, you were hiding like a little scaredy cat!" Connor told him with a chuckle. "Tactical hiding. What a joke" Connor shook his head with a laugh. Sure other people could make him laugh from time to time, but his brother always made him laugh. That was their weird twin bond thing. "Next you'll say that is a tactical bush!"

TAG: @travis /open!
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POSTED ON Sept 5, 2013 13:46:32 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2013 13:46:32 GMT -8

"Sounds like a deal. We can spray paint you're bright pink, just how you like it! While we're at it, we can get some candy for the younger kids." Travis let out a wicked laugh. "Let's see Clarisse try to teach them anything while they're hyped up on sugar." The son of Hermes shook his head and pitied Clarrise for a quick moment. Then he promptly remember who he was talking about. Plus, they had to deal with Chris, not just Clarisse now. "Psh. How long have we known each other? If you can't tell what I'm thinking after all these years, I am going to question if we're really doing this whole 'twin' thing properly."

"Now, now Connor. Everyone in camp knows that the Ares kids are the pinnacle of creativity!" Travis said, false-chidingly. "I mean, their ability to string together a sense with more than ten syllables is truly impressive." Travis hauled Connor to his feet and shared a grin with his brother. He snickered at Connor's epic description of Clarrise and shook his head ruefully.

"Hiding is a legitimate strategy!" Travis defended himself, hitting Connor lightly on the shoulder. He threw back his head in a loud laugh. "Don't insult the bush! It's been very useful. Well, useful for a bush." He leaned down and patted the branches of said bush with a fond pat. "Maybe we should give it a name. You know, for it's bravery."

"All joking aside," Travis' voice dropped. "We should start heading back. They could be holding our siblings hostage for all we know! Or worse!" Here Travis gave a dramatic gasp. "They could have discovered our secret stash of ice cream!"

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Connor Stoll

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AGE:18 yrs old

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you're going down [open]

POSTED ON Sept 6, 2013 14:47:14 GMT -8

Post by Connor Stoll on Sept 6, 2013 14:47:14 GMT -8

"Why spray me bright pink? You obviously forgot that purple goes better with my complexion." Connor said, pointing at his face acting like a child of Aphrodite. "Let's get em candy and soda then. Let them bounce off of the walls when Clarisse decides to train over for training." he grinned, loving their new evil plan by the minute.

"Well remember Travis, most of them only have about three brain cells. And for them to think of an insult, all three of them have to fire off at once." he said with a small laugh. Though he did say that a lot about the Ares kids, to him it was still funny.

"And what do you plan on naming this brave bush? I really hope you're not going to call it Bushy. Cause that is just so wrong on so many levels." he told his twin, really hoping that he wasn't going to use that name now. "And besides, how are u going to remember it next time you're here? By the puddle of pee you left next to it?" he joked.

"Yeah lets head back before one of our younger siblings get our delicious ice cream!" Connor said with a laugh, obviously more worried about his sweet treat rather than if any of his siblings were held as a hostage. Now of course he did care about them, but he was fairly sure that they weren't in any sort of danger. "Well we better go and save them. Stoll twins, to the rescue!" Connor exclaimed, standing like a super hero with one hand on his hip and the other in the air.

TAG: @travis /open!
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OUTFIT: here
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POSTED ON Sept 14, 2013 5:57:31 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2013 5:57:31 GMT -8

"That problem is easily solved." Travis said. "I'll just make it pink and purple! It will be wonderfully hideous, just like you!" He nudged his brother between the ribs as he started to walk back towards the general direction of camp. "I'm sure Clarisse will love us for that. Let's make the kids promise that they won't tell who their 'dealers' are in exchange for the candy." He suggested with a sly smile. The idea of being a 'candy dealer' was laughable at best. Travis already had plans in mind of expanding the business to the rest of camp. But then again, they didn't want Chrion to get suspicious. With this new Roman problem, security had been kicked up a notch, making sneaking out that much harder.

Travis laughed along with Connor, smirking at the Ares' kids expense. He had long since stopped feeling remorse for picking on the Ares kids. They gave as well as they got, that goes twice for Clarisse. The natural rivalry between the Hermes cabin and Ares cabin was one of those rare instances that the fighting had nothing to do with their godly parent, just tension between the kids. It was both a relief and a cause of worry in the camp. While it was less likely for Gods to get personally involved in the fighting it also left little boundaries for the campers to stay within.

Travis snorted and giggled lightly. "Maybe we can call it George? George Bushington?" Travis rolled his eyes at Connor. "Bushington and I will know each other on a cosmic, soul level." He assured his brother, taking a moment to turned around and wave at said Bushington, but he had already forgotten which bush he was. Travis snorted to himself but kept his mouth shut to avoid Connor's teasing.

Travis just nodded along with his brother's words and laughed loudly at Connor's stupid pose. He gave the other Stoll a shove before taking off at a run towards camp, his mind already picking what flavour of ice cream he wanted.

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Nicholas Collins

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POSTED ON Sept 14, 2013 14:29:13 GMT -8

Post by Nicholas Collins on Sept 14, 2013 14:29:13 GMT -8

Nicholas was going to murder someone. One of the younger Hermes kids had seen one of those twins douse Clarisse with water – she was pissed and hopefully Chris was off calming her down – and had thought it’d be fun to take his own water gun out. He had doused Nicholas and instantly regretted it. The seventeen-year-old wasn’t above cursing at a kid – especially since Chiron and Mr. D hadn’t been around to overhear him. He had roughly confiscated the water gun and stalked off to his cabin to dry off and get changed.

He took and extra moment to double-check his hair and made sure it was dry and styled. When he was satisfied, he glanced down to the water gun. Then he looked toward the extra perfume his sisters had that they never used. An idea struck him and he quickly scribbled down a note in perfect cursive that he would buy them more perfume later. He took the perfume – a lovely scent of lavender – and poured the bottles into the water gun.

He shook the water gun and smirked. If it got in their eyes, it would burn and if it got in their mouth, it would taste nasty. Aside from that, perhaps for once they would smell somewhat decent. He stepped out of the cabin with the water gun – or rather perfume gun in his hands. He approached a daughter of Hermes and pointed the gun at her. Instantly her eyes widened and she raised her hands above her head.

“Which way did the wannabe Poseidons go?” he demanded and she quickly pointed toward the forest. He gestured with the perfume gun for her to keep walking. She made a face but walked away to join some of her siblings. He took the long route into the forest, wanting to come up from behind them. However he had no doubt in his head that they were hiding. One of them had infuriated Clarisse and the other had pissed off the Hephaestus kids. If they were smart, they were hiding.

As he drew closer, he could make out what sounded like their voices. He crouched down a good amount of feet away. Judging by how far away that kid had been when he doused him, he guessed that the gun could fire a good distance. He was hidden behind a tree trunk and peered out from behind it. He liked putting distance between himself and his victims. He didn’t like confrontation – though with his remarkable ability to avoid it, few had figured out that flaw of his.

Connor stood up and he grinned wickedly. Then they both started running toward the camp. He frowned and stood up, aiming the gun. He fired once at both of them, aiming for the back of their necks. He was a decent shot so there was a good chance that he hit his targets. After firing, he ducked back behind his tree, thankful that it was large enough to hide himself so they hopefully wouldn’t see him.

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Connor Stoll

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POSTED ON Sept 14, 2013 15:19:08 GMT -8

Post by Connor Stoll on Sept 14, 2013 15:19:08 GMT -8

"Who are you calling ugly? Besides we look alike, so that means you're ugly as well!" Connor said to him, joking though. "Works for me, though they better learn how to keep a secret. Or else no candy for them" Connor agreed. The idea of kids freaking out over no candy was entertaining for him.

Rolling his eyes, Connor couldn't help but to laugh. "Wow Travis. You need help, or a significant other. George Bushington? Knowing it on a cosmic level. How much television have been watching at home or at the Big House?" he questioned his brother. Feeling his brother push him he laughed and shook his head. "I call dibs on vanilla!" Connor called out to Travis. He only liked certain flavors of ice cream and vanilla was one of them. There was another type he loved; cake batter but it was always hard for him to find. And when he did find it, he made sure nobody else got any of it.

Catching up to his brother, Connor paused for a second. Something didn't seem right. Well more like something didn't smell right. The forest always had an earthy smell to it, the smell of the dirt and the leaves mixed together. That's how a forest typically smelled (with the addition of wild animals and what not). But this smell was a girly smell. Almost like perfume.

Holding his hand up to his nose, Connor began to check if he smelled like a girl. Placing his hand on the back of his neck, he stuck out his tongue and wiped his hand on his shorts. "What the Hades?" he mumbled and began to cough some. "Not cool!"

TAG: @travis /open!
WORDS: 277
MUSE: ipod on shuffle
OUTFIT: here
NOTES: Poor Stoll twins XD