halfbloodhill | Entries tagged with c: jean prouvaire [les miserables]

[Well, isn't this a sight for sore eyes. Courfeyrac's been gone for what-- nearly a month now? He doesn't look any more refreshed than before he left. He's out, leaning against the Aphrodite cabin in the shade.]

Bonjour, camp... I apologize that I was gone longer than I originally anticipated. My sisters did not want to let me come back....

[But his step-mother on the other hand...]

I return with gifts, of course. Will someone assure me I didn't miss anything exciting while home?

habitually

[ Do you ever get the feeling it's been an awful quiet April Fool's day? The birthday boy here is going to change that. He greets you all through a camp-wide IM with a brave face streaked with red and blue "war paint." (Is that Cosette's eye shadow? Yes. Yes, it is.) He might also be shirtless, which is your first clue. ]

First, Gabriel, this is your fault. Enjoy.

Second, Enjolras... Mon ami. Don't kill me. Please. It is my birthday.

[ With a snort of a laugh he steps back to put his hands on his hips to reveal his "borrowed" French flag tied around his neck, blowing behind him like a triumphant cape. With a grimace, he shuts off the IM as he starts running through camp laughing as he's singing in French. Never say he's not a man of his word, Gabe. ]

Non, rien de rien...

Noooon je ne regrette rieeeen....

[ Feel free to throw an IM back at him once he's caught his breath, or find him running away from E, Mr. D, or whoever has decided to try and take him down and make him give the flag back to its owner. Feel free to take this prank and run with it to make your own or just laugh at him. Grantaire is a great role model, as you can see.

P.S. the song is titled, "No, I don't regret anything." And he doesn't at all. ]

clearasil

[ It’s cold as heck today. They’ve been spared from any more snow in their pocket of Long Island, but other areas of the Northeast haven’t been as lucky. But hey, given their luck as of late? Beggars can’t be choosers.

It started out as a joke. Natalie and Enjolras, being good friends and comrades in shooting arrows angrily at things instead of talking about it, decided to surprise that camp with a Very Serious rendition of a popular pop song. What is even more of a surprise is that the two of them, in order to keep things light and actually try to put the camp in brighter spirits, decided to turn this performance into a series. Because why not?

Honestly, the irony of the name Winter Storm Vulcan is enough to sing a commemorative song.

The Iris Message comes when you least expect it, sometime in the late afternoon with the sun still bright in the sky and high winds blowing in from the sea. Natalie sits to one side with a stern expression, a tiny glockenspiel in her lap. Enjolras is on the other side with an equally stern look, a drum by his knee and three children’s blocks in hand. And behind them are a melodica and two maracas from the Apollo cabin, all of which Natalie has actually managed to animate in her spare time.

What comes next is the Oscar-winning tune from the Oscar-winning animated feature, Chilled.

Before anyone can actually respond, they wipe out the IM.

Feel free to find Enjolras or Natalie around camp if you have anything to say about it. Otherwise, it’s business as usual. ]

ooc | feel free to specify which one of them you want to approach, or just react in general under this post.

industria

[ Allison has been avoiding picking up weapons for a month, embarrassed about what's happened to her. Anyone more observant should notice that but otherwise she's gotten away with training in other ways, going for runs, rock climbing, rowing the canoe across the lake. Exercise is a good way to release her pent up energy.

The punishment is a reminder that she is still mostly a teenage girl, no more powerful than an Egyptian magician here. Her hunting and tracking skills are sharp as ever and she can withstand the cold with just a sweater or a light jacket nowadays. She knows she has a long road to completing the Norse 'process,' so to speak as well as regaining favor in camp.

Here she is in front of the rock wall, fiddling with the sleeves of her gray sweatshirt as well as the drawstrings around the hood. ]

Hi. Just wondering if anyone wanted to race up the rock wall with me? Or, um, if anyone needs any help with their aim at the range, I can help you there too.

Or, you know, if you need me for anything else. I'll be here.

habitually

action;

[ Shifting his pack from one shoulder to the other, R squints up at the Half-Blood Hill sign with a smirk. A far cry from Paris, but after so may months stuck there, that was a good thing in his opinion. He'd take snarky Diet Coke-chugging daddy over his stepfather any day of the week, even if it meant strawberry picking and switching his tongue again.

He flicks his last inch of cigarette to the ground and rubs it out with the toe of his boot as he walks into camp with a familiar step. His blue eyes start looking around for the familiar faces immediately. ]

IM;

[ And of course, it doesn't take him long to publicly announce his re-entry. Did you miss that crooked nose and twisted smile, campers? Probably not, but he's back anyway. ]

Hey hey Half-Blood! What'd I miss? How's it been? [ He pulls his beanie down over his curls with curse in French as a gust of wind blows over him. ]

Except cold, apparently-- Christ, happy November, huh?

notworthless

*Callie still does not look convinced by your stupid iris messages. Not that she's sent one out before this.*

Right... I guess I should introduce myself properly, even if it is by this... weird, Graecus method.

*Oh boy does she sound so happy to be here, and there's still venom as she says Graecus.*

Callie Jacob. Child of Janus and member of the Third Cohort. There's a door built outside of the camp barrier, odd looking thing just kinda standing there? That's for me, it'll let me be a bit more useful for folks going on Quests. And occasionally mean people out there aren't alone.

If someone else can actually find where the Red Room is situated, that isn't my problem. And I still need permission from Mr. D to leave camp, even to just open up the doorway for others. *So. Much. Bitter.*

*She waves off the Iris Message, but it's clear to anyone looking to find her she's on the beach.*

findthisdistracting

[Today, Finnick is lounging out in the sand near the Sound. Though it’s been getting colder, he’s shirtless as usual, bronzed and dripping wet and giving his audience an effortlessly charming grin. (What? Habits from growing up in Malibu die hard, even if he’s been here four years already.)]

Hey. You Poseidon-slash-Neptune guys can do water stuff, right? Is there any chance you could make the water here a little warmer? [He motions to the Sound, a shadow passing over his face for a moment, but once he turns back it’s like it was never even there.] I’d like to try some surfing, it’s been a while. [There’s a return of that cheeky grin.] And I wouldn’t want to deprive you of this awesome sight by covering it up with a wetsuit. So, lemme know.

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Entries tagged with c: jean prouvaire [les miserables]

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trois || im/open to action -- april fool's day, after dinner

im ☁ march 13

im ➹ feb 23

un || action / iris message

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