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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2015 20:35:30 GMT -5
Vincent walked into the camp forge hoping that someone could help him figure out what his arsenal should consist of. He brushed his black jeans off and made sure his shirt looked clean, as he wanted to make a decent impression. His sunglasses covered his dark blue eyes. He knew that he could throw a knife pretty well since he could hit a target nine times out of ten. The tenth, most of the time, was the knife slipping in his grip. He knew quite a bit about using a sword and his instincts would help quite a bit. He sighed softly. He shrugged and called out, “Anyone here?” Vincent waited to hear an answer then started to head back out the door. He had no reason coming to bug anyone here until he had chosen what he wanted.
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Hephaestus
Godly Parent
Heterosexual
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Leon
Camp Half-Blood
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Central, for now
Tag me @leonorcot
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Post by Leon Orcot on May 1, 2015 21:10:03 GMT -5
Leon was having a nice day down in the forges. He had finally managed to get a few parts he needed forged for his flying car. Just as he was about to dive back into his work he heard a voice calling out from near the entrance to the forge. He set his tools down and walked around the bend to see who needed something. He saw a figure retreating and called out to him, "Yo, did you need something or what?" He waited patiently for an answer. He had plenty of time for his car project later and he didn't recognize the young man in front of him.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2015 2:59:41 GMT -5
Vincent stopped in mid-stride. He had heard someone yell out to him, hence his stopping about three steps from the door of the forge. "Yeah, I was going to see if you could help me figure out what weapons I'm best with. Then I remembered that I grew up on a farm in Georgia. As well as a son of Ares, so I should work it out on my own and come back when I have made my decision." The teen sighed softly thinking he sounded a little nuts. He reached into his jeans and pulled out a pocket knife his mother had given for his twelfth birthday. He fidgeted and played with it, opening and closing it in thought. He then closed his eyes and nodded softly. "If you could help me pick out a weapon or two, that is all I need."
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