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THE SECOND HBH TEST DRIVE MEME!

The Test Drive Meme
A chance to test out character voices in an in-game setting before playing with them!
Who: Campers from all pantheons!
What: It's your free time! Grab some lunch or do one of your favorite activities at camp!
When: Mid-June, around lunchtime.
Where: Camp grounds.
This meme is open to anyone thinking of checking out the game, whether you've apped in or not! Feel free to tag in under one of the prompts or create your own thread. Have fun! :)
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Go long, man!
[But when he says 'go long', he really means it. He's shot the ball with his stick about a mile away, and it'll be a long time before Stiles comes back with it. He's about to apologize, and he's so caught up in his game that he doesn't realize he's definitely about to get stuck with the pointy end of an arrow.
Crap.
Then, he turns, looking to see who fired that arrow - and lays his eyes on what is possibly the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.]
Whoa.
[It's all he can muster, and he gives her a little wave hello in the meantime.]
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Whew. Don't scare her like that, Scoot.
She lifts a hand to wave.]
You do know this is the archery field, right? You could have died.
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Oh, no, she actually is looking at him, and her expression, her demeanor, the fact that she's ridiculously good with a bow - it only makes her even more beautiful.
And totally out of his league. Thanks, Venus!]
Yeah, I- sorry, I'm new around here. I just go wherever Stiles goes.
[He makes a mental note to yell at his best friend when they meet up again for dragging him through all these ridiculously dangerous places when they easily could have just played in front of the cabins.]
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[It seemed like demigods were just prone to getting themselves nearly killed or maimed, so she couldn't hold it against him. She couldn't count how any people have ran through her line of sight today alone.]
I'm Allison. You are?
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[Gods, he's doing this all wrong, he probably sounds like an idiot. Great job ruining any chance you had, Scott.
Allison. It's a name that rolls off the tongue, sweet and easy, and boy does it fit her.
He gives her a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck and letting his lacrosse stick fall to his side.]
Scott. Fourth Cohort, um, Nike cabin now, I guess.
[He was told Greeks don't always introduce themselves with their cabins, since working as a cohesive unit wasn't as big a deal here. But old habits die hard, especially ones that have been ingrained into you.]
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[Allison seemed super happy about that, because really, she had grown up with Romans all of her life. Her family was a bunch of roman legacies.]
Nike's... Victoria, right? I'm not up to speed on my Greek gods yet.
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[Can gods be grandparents? Was that even the correct term?
Maybe this girl was another new Roman that hadn't been introduced into their ways of life before the fall of New Rome. He'd heard of one other case, so it had to be coming for them.]
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[She laughs lightly. Those Roman to Greek conversions around here aren't quite catching yet for Allison, but she knew she'd get them eventually.]
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[He supposes that he could learn a thing or two from his own advice, actually.
They're not making much sense, either - especially since he'd spent all of his training getting it through his head that the Roman gods were the real ones.]
So, um, have you been claimed yet? It's okay if you haven't.
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[Allison looks down for a moment when he asks her if she's been claimed or not, and she shrugs her shoulders.]
About that? My situation's a bit more complicated than that.
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[Were there more? He thinks the kids of Bellona and Mars are both equally warlike, but the Mars kids always had a taste for more bloodlust than anything.]
Really? How so?