contributing to the pile -open-

[Edmund Simons]

Edmund had a rather successful day in his mind. He had trained, hit targets, sparred, and then finished a sword he had been working on. Pretty productive. Then again, that was his usual schedule. Just throw in eating and sleeping. Barely. Then again, everything in this camp revolved around training. Not that he minded. It had given him some stability, if nothing else. Fighting had always been in his blood, so why not nurture it a bit? At least he was good enough to not get landed in the infirmary too many times. An involuntary shiver went through his system. He never wanted to see another infirmary like place ever again. Of course, he had been landed it in throughout his first few years at camp, but he did try to avoid it at all all costs now a days. He gave his sword one last, careful inspection before adding it to the rack of newly made, ready to go weapons. This was Camp Jupiter... where weapons were as demanded as food. Alright, maybe not as demanded... but almost as necessary. Gods only knew how many weapons he fixed in a week. He lifted a dagger off of the fix pile and started to weigh it in his hand carefully, inspecting for any imperfections.

OOC: welcome to ellie's week of awkward xD
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