Something like a nightmare arrival

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Arthur Wright

How do you explain when pure hatred fills you from top to bottom? When the heat radiates from your eyes and your hands feel like iron rods, waiting to smash something? You don't. It just happens.
Arthur stared at Mr. D. He had barely reached, the top step of the porch, yet he froze, staring at the god he knew far too well.
"Dionysus!" he growled. Mr. D swirled his can of Coca-cola for a moment, observing Arthur's reaction with obvious boredom. Then he casually cast a sideways glance at the centaur sitting across the table.
"This is the young man who just arrived?"
Chiron nodded and motioned Arthur over. "Come here, Arthur. You obviously already know Mr. D here--"
"He killed my mom," Arthur said, still not moving.
Mr. D gave an exasperated sigh as he picked among the cards in his other hand. "Really, Aaron, I had nothing to do with--"
"BUT YOU KILLED HER WITH YOUR MANIACAL DRINK!" Arthur yelled.
A long silence fell upon the small group. A trembling satyr took Mr. D's empty can and chewing nervously on it. Mr. D gave the satyr a sharp look that sent it running for the door.
Very slowly, Dionysus leaned back in his chair and placed his cards on the table, his purplish eyes fixed on Arthur.
"You have a very sharp temper, Arthur, son of Ares."
"Leave my dad out of this," growled Arthur. "He wasn't there when she died."
"And neither was I," Mr. D added, picking up his cards again. "I do not take responsibility for what mortals do with my inventions."
"That's because you care for nothing more than your own petty games!"
Dionysus froze. His eyes turned to fix themselves on Arthur. "Now, Arthur," Chiron, began, but Mr. D waved him into silence. He glared at Arthur, his flaming purple eyes casting a glow around the porch.
"You will regret that, Wright." Dionysus said in a low steely voice. "You only live right now because I find it amusing to watch your 'petty' antiques. And when you would most need my help, you will find me laughing at your plight."
Mr. D leaned back in his chair and tossed a set of cards down, ignoring Arthur. "A complete set, Chiron. Hand that crown to me."
Chiron handed the laurel crown over and glanced at Arthur.
"Mr. Rebel with be led to his cabin, Chiron," Mr. D said, picking up the newly-appeared can of Sierra Mist. "You will have no need to help him."
He jerked a finger at the satyr. "Take him to his cabin."
"I don't need to be led by one of those creatures," retorted Arthur, climbing the final step to stand on the porch. "I can find my way without your help!"
With that, he turned and marched off the porch and down toward the cabins. Chiron glanced at Mr. D. "Dionysus..."
"He got what he deserved," he replied, taking a large sip.
"One day he'll find out."

[McKenna]

Dylan stood casually by the door of cabin 6. She pressed her un-shoed feet into the ground, feeling every vibration, every movement that went past. She pressed her hand on the smooth outer surface of Athena’s cabin. Although seeing nothing, her eyes seemed to move back and forth, giving the allusion that she was watching campers pass happily by. But most campers knew better. They weren’t deceived by Dylan’s bright, stormy grey eyes. They knew she was blind.
Bored, Dylan straightened up and started walking towards the middle of the U of cabins, avoiding every obstacle that came into her path with ease.
She felt a new foot-step coming by her. It felt familiar, but she couldn’t pin down who it was. Trying to face where the step was coming from said, “Who are you?”

[Jase]

OOC: I'm assuming you're referring to Arthur? If not, feel free to delete...

Arthur Wright

Arthur marched into the ring of cabins, his temperature high. Why did Dionysus have to invent dangerous--
"Who are you?"
Arthur nearly tripped and only managed to stumble forward a step. He whirled around, his fists raised... and saw a girl. Her eyes were a strange misty grey, like a storm. She seemed to be staring over his right shoulder--blind? She must be. But since when had he heard of demigod that was blind?
"Uh..." For once he was caught off guard. "I'm Arthur--Arthur Wright." Then because he felt he should, he added with a growl, "Son of Ares."

[McKenna]

OCC: I was writing this early in the morning, so if it doesn’t make any sense, just tell me and I’ll edit

Dylan snorted, but quickly covered her mouth. Something she tended to do quite a lot, since she couldn’t exactly see people’s expressions when they spoke.
“Sorry,” Dylan said with ease, placing a hand in her pocket, “It just seemed like; you were almost proud of the fact that Ares is your father. Even though most of us demi-gods don’t like our parents and don’t appreciate them, I’ve never heard of anyone being proud of Ares being their father.”
A stormy mist shadowed her eyes. But just as quickly as it had come, it left and she smiled as though nothing had happened. She held out her hand to shake, “Welcome to Camp Half Blood. My names Dylan, camp counselor, daughter of Athena, goddess of wisdom and battle strategy.”

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OOC: Don't I know the feeling... ^_^ Early morning tends to create interesting ideas.

Arthur took a step back. "Me? Proud?" His voice went up slightly, and he gave a harsh laugh. "I hate Ares, even since the day he met my mom. I was born because he liked her for only a week. Then he left us. And now she's dead--" He jarred to a halt, his eyes fixed on the figure leaning against the fountain in the middle of the courtyard.
"You!" he growled. His hand shot down to his sword, hanging at his waist.
Peter Delante pushed off the fountain and strode forward. "Well, well," he said in a cold voice, "I suppose I couldn't expect to live peacefully here after all."
"You--you--"
"Yes, I was supposed to die." Peter sighed, and for a moment he sounded exactly like Mr. D. "Unfortunately, like your father, you lack wisdom--"
Arthur sputtered a moment, then whirled around and marched away. Peter glanced apologetically at Dylan.
"Sorry about that. I didn't expect to see him here." He shrugged, running hand through his bluish hair. He stuck out his hand. "Peter Delante. Son of the all mighty Mr. D, etc, etc." He grinned. "You're a daughter of Athena, hm?"

[McKenna]

OCC: Haha, ya, morning isn't a good time for me

Dylan listened as the son of Ares stormed off aimlessly. She stared in the distance for a minutes, seemingly lost in thought. Peter said something, but Dylan wasn't paying attention. Her mind was running the conversation of Peter and the son of Ares through and through in her head, trying to figure out what was going on.
A leaf fluttered down from a tree and hit her in the shoulder. Dylan quickly snapped out of her daze and quickly tried to remember what Peter had just asked her. Not knowing, she just answered, "Uhm, Ya..."