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Post by Nerissa Bywater on Nov 4, 2009 20:26:56 GMT -5
There are certain things people at Camp Half-Blood need to be aware of. There are certain unspoken rules, that is.
For example, one would know that it is an unspoken rule that one never offers to play pinochle with Mr. D. One would also know that the North Woods are not a place to go, unless they felt like being hit on by a certain magnolia tree. One would also understand that there is one person in particular that should never be approached. Namely, Aimée Faye. Who, unfortunately, was also the cabin counselor of the camp's biggest cabin. And therefore, in charge of a disturbing amount of people.
No one would blame you for shunning Aimée. First of all, everyone does it. And secondly, well...it's Aimée.
Case in point? At the moment, she was currently standing on her head at the edge of the lake, staring intently at the grass. She wasn't moving, at all, which was not something that one would see. At the same time, it wasn't surprising simply because of the pose she was in.
Aimée was currently clad in a pair or torn blue jeans, orange camp T-shirt tucked into that, and a gray zipper sweatshirt reading "HARVARD" in red letters on the front. (It would be a clever trick, but nobody would think for a moment that Aimée had ever attended Harvard University, or that she ever would.) On her feet were the trademark battered tennis shoes. Her hair flopped down, ponytail trailing on the grown. Hre face was scrunched up in concentration, and it looked as though she would be absolutely devastated if she fell over.
But...let's not avoid the obvious fun fact about it. Aimée Faye was on the shore of the lake, facing away from the camp.
Would you resist that opportunity?
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Post by Mindy Omnis on Nov 4, 2009 21:43:47 GMT -5
There are certain things Aimée Faye needs to know about Camp Half-Blood.
One of them would be not to smack people over the head with rubber chickens and tell them to cheer up. That's not nice, for one, and for another, it can make some people really angry.
Another would be not to tell people they're turtle-monkeys. That's still not nice, even if it does get a laugh out of people who don't generally laugh.
But there is also a rule, Aimée, that you should teach to everyone else in Camp.
This rule would be not to stand in a precarious position while Sable Ackerman is within a hundred miles of Camp.
"AIMÉEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"[/color] something shrieked, and a blur dressed in orange slammed into the blonde's side.
This blur became Sable Ackerman - dressed in Camp Half-Blood shirt, red hoodie, and jeans, with the ever-present boots - who immediately de-blurred and began hugging Aimée's hips. Completely ignoring the fact, obviously, that she was still upside-down.
No. Not awkward at all.
"THERE ARE SNAKES IN THE GRASS AIMÉE WHY ARE YOU PUTTING YOUR FACE NEAR THE SNAKES?!!"[/color] Sable disengaged from the hugging and instead smacked a palm on either side of Aimée's face, making a dramatically anguished face. "THINK OF THE CHILDREN, AIMÉE. WHO IS GOING TO TAKE CARE OF THE BABIES WHEN YOU DIE OF POISONING!?!"[/color][/sup]
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Post by Nerissa Bywater on Nov 6, 2009 17:01:11 GMT -5
Of course Aimée had been doing fine until one Sable Ackerman showed up.
Oh, Aimée, Aimée, Aimée, when will you learn that no pose or activity is safe as long as Sable is around?
Aimée flailed around quietly for a little bit, spluttering and shrieking "LET ME GO! LET ME GO! YOUR FACE IS IN AN INAPPROPRIATE PLACE! NAARRRR-" until, as was destined, she wobbled...and fell over into the lake.
It would be nice if she took Sable with her, of course, but fate was not nearly so kind.
After spending a few moments flailing even more in the lake, Aimée came up (again spluttering) and looking, well, rather deadly, her hair now hanging around her stringily and her sweatshit dripping, shoes and socks full of lakewater.
"Yooouuuu," she seethed. "Yooouuu, Sable Ackerman...ARE DEAD."
Somewhere behind Aimée, a naiad watched with interest as the Hermes cabin counselor flung herself at the Aphrodite girl.
"DIE IN A FIRE DIE IN A FIRE DIE IN A FIRE!" Aimée shrieked. "AND WHAT BABIES ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I HAVE NO BABIES."
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Post by Mindy Omnis on Nov 6, 2009 17:24:24 GMT -5
Sable was very shocked when Aimée attacked her in such a fashion. Weren't you her friend? What happened to us, Aimée? Have we really stooped to this? Is this about the gummy worms? Because Sable didn't really mean to eat those, you know. She thought they were normal worms.
... Look, don't ask.
The very shocked Aphrodite camper scuttled backward as well as she could, making a pathetic attempt to hide behind a sapling that was immediately thwarted. Having decided that hiding was of exactly no use at all, she resorted to shrieking and flapping her arms much like a car alarm. If car alarms had arms.
"NO BUT AIMÉE I WAS SAVING YOU FROM AN UNTIMELY DEATH!"[/color] Sable screeched, doing a surprisingly nimble backwards roll. (Or maybe she just fell over.) "WOULD YOU PREFER BEING NOMMED TO DEATH BY SNAKEBEINGS?! THE SNAKEBEINGS AIMÉE THEY ARE EVIL THEY WANT TO EAT YOUR EGGBABIES!"[/color]
Sable paused suddenly, on one foot on the edge of the lake, and held up a hand in Aimée's direction. "Wait. Hang on. Lemme think for a second. ..."[/color]
Across the lake, one of the naiad's companions was quietly discussing the various merits of both contenders and preparing to take bets, when their attention was snatched back by Sable calmly stripping off her combat boots, tossing them into the woods, and saying conversationally, "Okay, if you want to push me in, you can do it now. FLEEEEEEE!"[/color]
And thus the circle was restarted.[/sup]
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Post by Nerissa Bywater on Nov 6, 2009 19:23:04 GMT -5
Why, Sable, would you ask such a thing? Of course it was the gummy worms. It's always the gummy worms. You know how posessive Aimée is of those things! (Nevermind the fact that she thought they were real - it's a lame argument. Sable, they were RAINBOW.)
Aimée chased Sable behind the sapling, shrieking unintelligibly. "IDON'TCAREABOUTTHESNAKEBEINGS! THE FLYING TURTLE-MONKEYS WILL ALWAYS WIN! YOU KNOW THIS SABLE! ...And I don't have any eggs, either. SO NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!"
But even Aimée had to raise an eyebrow when Sable volunteered to be pushed into the lake. It was, something that Sable was not known to do, offer herself up to nasty things like water and basket-weaving naiads. Especially just because Aimée was chasing her. There was something bizarre in the proceedings....
But let's not think too hard about that. After all, this is Aimée we're talking about. And Aimée loves revenge. And pushing people around, and getting her way, and getting people wet, and Splash Soda, not that any was currently available (woe).
Also, Aimée doesn't dwell.
So, taking a deep breath, she charged forward, not bothering to think for just one instant that Sable might have some strange plan up her sleeve that may or may not involve Jell-o.
"FOR HONOR AND GLORY AND MEATBAAAAALLS!"
Splash.
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Post by Mindy Omnis on Nov 7, 2009 12:58:18 GMT -5
Well, obviously, Sable was looking for the fabled rainbow worms of Oz! (They're supposed to taste like razzleberry muffins.) And Aimée is arguably weird enough to have traveled there! Can you really blame her? I don't think you can.
Yeah, that's right, you run!
Now that her precious combat boots were out of the danger zone, Sable submitted to the shove without very much resistance at all. And if you were a judge of these things, you might note that her splash was actually very impressive indeed.
The Aphrodite camper resurfaced with a gasp for air and began immediately to flounder, arms thrashing wildly. "GLYRINGCASWERAS!"[/color] she screeched at the blonde. "AIMÉEAIMÉEICAN'TSWIMIT'STOOCOLDAIMÉEIT'STOOCOLDTOSWIMMMM..."[/color]
Even the most optimistic person would note that, despite Sable's energetic flailing, she was slowly but surely sinking. Soon enough only her head was over the water, still screeching entreaties, and then she disappeared.
The water calmed. Perhaps by this point Aimée would be feeling a little nervous. Because if Sable didn't reappear, Aimée could potentially be responsible for camper death.
The operative word, of course, being 'if.'
The water on the shore erupted, and Sable tore out, apparently no worse for wear from her underwater adventure besides slightly blue toes. She carried a mass of shoes - for some reason all left shoes - and these she immediately began hurling at Aimée.
"TAKE THAT, iMAY! TAKE IT! I SAID TAKE IT! IT'S A BIRTHDAY PRESEEENT."[/color]
Across the lake, the naiad's betting business immediately increased in Sable's favor. [/sup]
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Post by Nerissa Bywater on Nov 7, 2009 14:12:34 GMT -5
Screw the betting business! It would all turn out to be in Aimée's favor in the end after all, right?
But, well, when one watched what transpired now, you did kind of have to lean towards Sable's end of the bets.
Shrieking still, Aimée started running back and forth in a more insane manner than a racoon on ice skates on the Congo River. "STOP THROWING THEM AT ME SABLE THAT'S NOT VERY NICE COME ON STOP ARRRGH." Ducking behind the aforementioned sapling, Aimée picked up one of the shoes that fell near her. "...I FOUND KENDRA'S SHOE!" she cried, waving it around. "KENDRA'S SHOOOOEEEE. Which means the shark is still down there. DID YOU SEE A SHARK, SABLE?"
Nevermind the fact that the "shark" had been engineered by the Hermes cabin in the first place. Throwing Kendra's shoe high into the air, Aimée charged into the shower of left shoes, towards the lake. It was kind of an epic proceeding, except for the fact that, well, Aimée was being stupider than usual.
Crying in a sort of convoluted slow-motion (and running like that, too,) Aimée arrived at the shore of the lake. She clapped her hands together like a professional diver. "For the glory of the Hermes cabin," she suddenly intoned solemnly, "I shall go in search of the shark." Saluting briefly, Aimée resumed her diving pose...and then dived into the lake.
There was an eerie silence after that.
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Post by Mindy Omnis on Nov 17, 2009 7:50:20 GMT -5
Pft. Yeah, right. Obviously everyone who had bet on Sable would win. And everyone who had bet on Aimée would cry. In despair.
Despaaaiiir.
For reasons unknown to anyone except (... maybe) herself, Sable immediately dropped the rest of the shoes. Some flopped to the shore and simply sat, dripping. Some bounced and then stopped. Some rolled until they hit a rock and stopped. Some were dropped into the water. Some...
Well, there weren't that many shoes, really.
"BUT WAIT AIMÉE YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO GO SWIMMING WITHOUT A LIFEGUARD REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED TO ARI!"[/color] Sable shrieked, flapping her arms much like a mildly insane duck. (Apparently she had totally forgotten that A) Ari couldn't swim and B) she had thrown her in in the first place.) "NOOO AIMÉE I MUST GO GET NERISSA BEFORE YOU DIVE-"[/color]
But it was too late. The water from Aimée's entering splash sprayed onto Sable's already-sopping Camp Half-Blood T-shirt.
And then there was silence.
... until Sable started running around in circles like a chicken without its head (or maybe even a chicken with a head?), screeching "SOMEONE HELP AIMÉE GOT EATEN BY THE SHARK! SHE'S DROWNING! SHE'S EATEN! QUICKLEEEEE."[/sup]
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Post by Nerissa Bywater on Nov 20, 2009 17:28:19 GMT -5
Underwater things were okay. (Mostly.) There was the slap of hitting the water, the rushing as it closed over you, and then just the floating. (And sinking.)
Except Aimée wasn't sinking, mostly because she was perfectly capable of swimming. (Since when did Camp Half-blood require a lifeguard, anyways? Everyone knows that Mr. D. secretly wants all of the demigods dead, so why institute a lifeguard rule?)
In the lake, Aimée reached out for any shoes and sharks that might be floating or swimming around her. A Naiad stuck her tongue out at the blonde demigodess. Aimée, luckily for the Naiad, didn't notice, as her hand curled around a shoe.
Clutching it greedily, Aimée swam to the surface, gasping for air and grinning in an incredibly insane manner.
"I HAVE FOUND THE SHARK," she intoned, holding the shoe high.
It was decorated with a shark's head.
...whose shoe was that?
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Post by Mindy Omnis on Nov 24, 2009 17:34:48 GMT -5
For once mostly sane, Sable put her hands on her knees and bent down to look closely at the shoe. "... that looks kind of like Merle's shoe. Except she has both of them. Maybe it's Aidsie's!"[/color]
Grinning brilliantly despite how idiotic this theory was - how likely was it that Aidan, of all people, had a shoe with a shark on it? - the demigoddess charged forward into the water, diving to grab hold of the shoe and start towing Aimée forcefully back towards the shore.
"C'MON!"[/color] she crowed. "WE MUST GO RETURN IT TO AIDSIE-POO! HE WILL BE MOURNING THE LOSS OF HIS SHOE. IT IS A DEEP AND TERRIBLE LOSS AND AIDSIE WILL BE MOURNING IT!"[/color]
Soggily, she dragged the shoe - whether still attached to Aimée or not - from the lake and barrelled off into the woods in search of everyone's favorite human boulder.
... Until, that is, she ran straight into a tree with an unearthly BAMF! noise.
"... ow."[/color][/sup]
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Post by Nerissa Bywater on Nov 24, 2009 19:07:18 GMT -5
Aimée flailed along after Sable. There was maybe an inkling of misgiving in her brain, like a very faint light that muttered. why the hell would Aidan have a shark shoe?
Unfortunately, because we are talking about Aimée here, this possibility of understanding was firmly stamped out by the incessant droning of the Great Brain Tuatara. Sorry, Understanding Bird.
Aimée was the first to notice the tree, however. "WAIT WAIT SABLE WAIT TREEEEEE!" But, as was her wont, Sable ran full-on into the tree, releasing her grip on the shoe and Aimée, who skittered away, sopping wet. The shoe arced through the air, where it landed with a faintly wet thunk on the ground. Aimée, after wheeling her arms around for a while, finally lost her balance and fell heavily on her behind.
"Owwww. Sable. Sable? I hate you."
Crawling over towards her companion, Aimée picked up a stick and poked her catiously. "Is it alive?" Her eyes were wide, head cocked to the side.
And then, abandoning all pretense of caution or care, Aimée shrieked, "SABLE SABLE WAKE UP SABLE WE NEED TO TAKE AIDSIE HIS SHOE BACK! WE CANNOT ABANDON OUR QUEST!"
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Post by Mindy Omnis on Nov 24, 2009 23:23:24 GMT -5
Aidan was just that badass, that's why. The shark shoe was calling for him. It was still wet, so its voice was a little bubbly, but it was talking.
It was crying out for Aidan. Aidaaaan. Aiiiiidaaaan. Aiiiiidssssiiiieeee...
Sable came to staring groggily at the sky, wailing "Aaaaaiiiiiidssssiiiiieeee"[/color] in a high-pitched voice that she imagined to be the shark's. And as soon as she realized this, she realized several other things in quick succession.
1: She was currently being shrieked at by a very insane Hermes camper who was deafening her in her right ear.
2: She was sopping wet, and her combat boots were missing. Also, she was very cold. It wasn't the best weather for swimming.
3: She had a mission to accomplish.
"FORTH WE MUST GO, MY MINIONS!"[/color] she shreed, leaping to her feet like that stunt dude in The Guild. (Merle had hijacked Hermes Cabin Video Night and shown The Guild. Sable had worked for weeks on perfecting that particular move.) She dived past Aimée to fetch The Shoe and held it up triumphantly.
"AIMÉE! FETCH TARTY-TART, SHE MUST CARRY THE COCONUTS!"[/color]
And forth she went once more, in search of everyone's favorite human boulder. With less trees this time.[/sup]
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Post by Nerissa Bywater on Nov 27, 2009 18:26:53 GMT -5
Aimée scrambled after Sable, the wind tugging after her, ponytail smacking her in the face. She saw a big problem with Sable's plan.
"BUT WAIT SABLE TARTY-TART ISN'T AROUND! How can I get her?"
Her strangely hushed voice was a result of them drawing near the Hearth. At the other edge of it, Aimée could see Aidan, form blurred by the rising heat and smoke of the flames.
She whispered, eyes wide. "Sable...will we be able to complete this quest?"
Meanwhile, Aidan Eld was having a strangely peaceful day so far. He was hoping that he wouldn't be bothered by any of those freakish fangirls he seemed to have accrued, or even Niamh, who, let's face it, was really bothersome.
He stirred the logs in the Hearth, and added two more smaller ones. Setting down the poker, he shaded his eyes and looked up, across the Hearth, and to the direction the lake lay.
Aidan's thoughts when he saw the fuzzy form of Aimée Faye was most likely this:
Please no.
And, all of a sudden, all of his fears were proven true when Aimée suddenly began tearing towards him, a faint eeeeeeeee carried towards him on the wind.
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Post by Mindy Omnis on Nov 29, 2009 0:21:58 GMT -5
"IM her, obviously,"[/color] Sable whispered back, brown eyes peering at their prey Aidan from behind a tree with the look of a cat who has just heard the can opener buzzing and scented the sweet smell of tuna. "And yes. Yes. We shall complete it. We must."[/color]
And so saying, she thrust the shoe high into the air, burbled a high-pitched war screech, and shrieked, "FOR HONOR! FOR MUFFINS! FOR KING TAAAT!"[/color]
Forward she charged, looking incredibly noble for a barefooted daughter of Aphrodite who was also dripping wet. And whose hair was frizzing. And whose make-up was running. And who, after several steps, succumbed to the mortal curse of clumsiness and toppled head-over heels, smacking into the stone edge of the Hearth.
"Owies,"[/color] Sable slurred, sitting back heavily and staring groggily at the fire. After a moment she grinned dopily and looked up at the redhead behind the flames. "... heeey, Aidsie. Is this your shoooeee?"[/color] She waved it awkwardly in the air, almost dropping it into the flames.
Someone should really take that before she hurts it. Or herself.
Or maybe, a spectator might have noted, as she winged it with surprisingly good aim just over the reach of the leaping fire, Aidan.[/sup]
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