#open pjo rp

[madson-of-hermes-notluke]

Open RP Starter because I'm bored and it's 4 am 👍

Maddox rolled around camp, finally settling on a spot next to a large tree where he could sip his lemonade while he observed the other campers' antics. He was having a fairly enjoyable evening, no assholes commenting about his physical conditions and no gods threatening to smite camp, so it had to have been a good day for good things.

Or maybe he'd spoken too soon. Someone barreled into the tree next to him, jarring him out of his serene mind. "Hey, watch it."

[officiallyossy-haywooddent]

August 29th.

This is a fanfic / open rp starter so it’s kinda long. The writing might not be great, sorry.

TW for child death, loss of a sibling, minor mentions of bad parenting, minor drug use, minor toxic relationship

Every year without fail the week of August 25 was maybe the worst week of Ossy’s life. Every year they’d go through the same calls, same arrangements, same people. It never changed, even if their life circumstances did. Every year they would end up with a crown of flowers and a box of Halloween candy, completely and utterly alone.

It had been the same when they were eight and had been flown home from camp to give their testimony to the police. It had been the same when they were twelve, reeling from the loss of their brother and best friend and so, so many others; lost and alone in the middle of New York.

It had gotten worse when Ossy was thirteen, their palm sliced open over a marble altar, clasped in the hand of their best friend somewhere in the wilderness of the Yukon. Being fifteen in Gotham would be no different.

—

August 25.

It began, the preparations; the prayers. They called Frank first. Ossy hadn’t talked to him in years when it had first happened, he’d left the island with his mother to live with his grandmother in Vancouver, and they’d drifted apart.

A three hours on the ferry was a long time to travel to see someone, it wasn’t like they’d been good friends. They’d been five and eight, quietly talking in the forest behind their school every couple of days. That was all, Ossy didn’t think they’d ever speak to him again.

Then came the second war. He was there; they weren’t. He stopped by the med bay, asked where they’d been. They answered. He’d talked with them for hours, but he would always have to leave.

Nevertheless Ossy picked up their phone, dialled his number. They let it ring, once, twice. They hung up. It wasn’t right to bother Frank nowadays, and he hadn’t really known her anyway. Most people hadn’t.

They ordered a bulk box of Halloween candy. It would arrive in two days. They wished it would never come.

—

August 26.

Ossy’d found a place that did rush flower arrangements. They ordered three flower crowns, one for them, two for her. The place they’d gotten it, Belle Flore, was this tiny shop in North Gotham that imported seeds from everywhere in the world and grew all the flowers in a grow room above the store. The clerk, a red-headed guy probably less than a year older than them named Rhys, had been nice about the whole thing, suggesting an arrangement of Pheasants Eye, Prince’s Feather, Baby’s Breath, and Buttercup.

The combination was odd but sweet, symbolic. Buttercup had been her favourite after all. The crowns would be done in three days, the 29th.

Ossy would pick it up in the morning, flowers were always better fresh.

They spend the rest of the day asleep. The tranqs they’d gotten from Peter were nice, though they’d had to ration them out. They’d told him 2 wasn’t gonna be enough.

-

August 27.

Ossy sleeps through the day. They don’t move, but it’s fine. They don’t need to. Sleep is quiet, calming. Hypnos must have taken pity of them, each dream is an altered memory of their life before everything, a kinder one.

-

August 28.

The phone rings five times before going to voicemail, their mums soft voice letting them know to leave a message and that she’d get to it in the morning. She wouldn’t, not when she saw the caller ID.

“Hey, mum. It’s me. I just wanted to say I’m sorry, and I’m..I’m doing something for the 29th. You can always join me, I’ll pay for your flight and everything.”

Ossy pauses, taking a shuddering breath. It’s been a while since they’ve cried properly.

“…I miss you. And Grandpa. I’m sorry..about everything.”

They hang up quickly, regretting every second of it. She’d just delete it when she saw it, she always did. They leave the message anyway.

The package with the candy arrives at the manor, nobody asks what’s in it. Ossy doesn’t know if anyone even noticed it arrive. They request the day off tomorrow from the Deli, Mr. Maroni approves it. He’s been nice since he found out about the mugging, probably thinks they’re still scared of doing the night shift. They are, but they wouldn’t tell him that.

The night roles around and they pop the second half of a tranq. They don’t know if they want to wake up in the morning, sleeping away the 29th doesn’t sound half bad. It would be mean though, she would never have done it. She didn’t sleep, it was genetic. The gene had skipped Ossy.

-

August 29.

At 5:30 AM they show up at Belle Flores, it’s the same clerk, Rhys. He quietly hands over a pastel blue box with a subdued smile. He knows what the crowns are for, they’d told him. It’s easier to talk to strangers about these things.

Ossy stops back at the manor, grabbing the cats before hopping on one of the busses. They need to get out of the city again. Sometimes Gotham, with its constant noise and soaring buildings, felt like a maze. This then made them the rat, trying to find its way out before getting zapped.

The concrete held an energy they could never quite get used too. Ossy missed the blue pine of the salmon and rain forests; trees so large and thick they muffled everything within their shade, where oceans crashed against the conifered cliffs of their piece of home. They’d stolen that line from John Vailant.

The bus pulled to a stop outside a rocky beach. The cats had been quiet for the ride, good travellers. Ossy realized she’d never gotten to meet them.

They set up camp on a fallen log near the tree line, setting up a fence so the cats could be let loose to roam. Two of the flower crowns were laid side by side, the third resting on their head. It was good work, better than either of them had ever been capable of.

Ossy sat there for a while, listening to old songs they had long forgotten the words to, taking two bowls and pouring them full of the candy. It was stale, but that didn’t really matter. Stel had always saved her Halloween candy until Easter. They ate quietly, watching the cats play fight.

Ossy wasn’t sure how long it took for them to break down but they’d like to think it was close to an hour, a respectable amount of time to hold vigil before they imploded.

It was stupid for them to think they’d escaped it, moved past it. Not her death, no, they could never get over that, but being alone each year.

Not even having a picture of the family together. It was starting to get to them. Ossy would never admit it but they were starting to forget her face. People had always said they’d looked similar. They could never believe it. Stel had been good, so much better than any of the rest of them. Ossy would never be sure how she came from a family like theirs. Truth be told, they weren’t even sure what they looked like anymore, but that had little to do with the comparisons.

Ossy pulled out their phone, dialling half the numbers in their phone before deleting each one. They didn’t want to feel the need to explain it all to anyone. Deanna had told them to stop over analyzing their emotions, it wasn’t actually a form of processing apparently.

Finally, they landed on someone they wouldn’t mind calling. The gnawing sensation in their gut growing ever stronger as the phone rang, the soft click of the receiver letting them know there wasn’t really a way back.

“Hey.”

[demigod-jack-hearth]

Open starter

You hear sounds from cabin 21 and you go over to investigate.

you enter and see jack sitting in the corner with a knife close to his wrists, tears flowing from his face

What do you do?

@unhinged-as-hell @zariahthewitch @thegroovydaughterofhestia @beauty-queen-official @that-girl-cupid @ariathemortal @nicoswill2live @unproblematic-hestia @if-chaos-was-a-boy @the-wolf-of-ares @the-gods-strange-children @silena-daughterofaphrodite

[stephen-the-spider]

Open starter - She’s ho- miles?!

No matter how long you’ve been at camp, you’re pretty sure you’ve never seen her a day in your life and goddamn do you want to.

Messy black curls and some combat boots, mesh black tights with a short black skirt, a red and black stripped sweater hanging off her shoulder, exposing pale skin, a red garter on her left thigh, some black leg warmers- she’s fucking hot.

You can’t really see her face, not at this angle, black eyeliner and a dark red lip, and it’s almost too good to be tru- “staring problem, much?”

Miles?!

Can be platonic or romantic, goth people are hot no matter what

Taglist:

@of-course-im-the-winner

@i-was-never-sane

@by-the-fates

@itsyourboyezra

@if-chaos-was-a-boy

@bambi-the-dummy

[glykera]

Open starter

(Tw ptsd, panic attacks, sa, abuse, alcohol.)

Of course, cabin 12 had been able to find themselves booze. Of course, they were throwing a party with kids from almost every cabin. And of course, some of the kids asked her to be a glorified maid for the party, knowing she likely wouldn't protest.

Glykera looked absolutely shaken. She didn't even look fully here. One of the drunken campers had tried flirting with her and was standing a bit too close to her. So far, they were only talking to her. But that didn't change the terror she felt.

This place was far too similar to where she used to live. The party was just like the ones her master would throw. And those guests... those guests were pigs. She couldn't tell if this was the Dionysos cabin or if it was her old home. If these were campers or those old guests.

Tag list:

@the-gods-abandoned-us

@arisdaughter

@mache-of-greece

@demigod-jack-hearth

@unhinged-waterlilly

@kaiaalwayswins

@daredevil-shit

@amaiahunterofartemis

@yourlocalfallenstar

@son-of-the-moonlight

@luci-likes-dinoss

@elixs-mythology-corner

@bast-the-best26

@emdabitchass

@if-chaos-was-a-boy

@luck-is-crucial

@elionandaerith

@love-lightning-forethought @the-prince-telemachus @pink-koi-lovejoy @fire-boy-official @apollos-favorite-child @ariathemortal @cass-sees-the-future @reyna4ever

[this-lovely-universe]

Open Starter

Finley & Anastasia

Twas movie night for Finley and Anastasia, which was honestly most nights for them.

They had a bucket of popcorn and High School Musical playing.

"Scoot over." Finley told her.

Anastasia moved, before Finley curled up too her.

Anastasia fed her some popcorn.

"Sharpay's such an icon."

"For reallll." Finley agreed.

There was a knock at the door.

Anastasia turned the volume down. "Come in!"

my two gay ass idiots <3

@arisdaughter @childofthewargod @dianedantedominic @kaiaalwayswins @theorphicforest

@that-girl-cupid @ithacas-prince @daonedaonlyskh @hispanic-child-of-hermes

@aria-pane @wine-cooper @i-am-persephones-daughter @unhinged-waterlilly @chaos-pers0nified

@if-chaos-was-a-boy @ariathemortal @i-was-never-sane @gaygirldoodles @superbstarlightsheep

If you want to be added, removed or if I forgot to tag you, let me know :)

[cxmetcxtcher]

OPEN STARTER

~We’ll be the envy of the gods above!~

Another normal day at camp. Younger campers running around, sounds of distant practice fights, the usual routine.

Until a piece of blue paper hits you straight in the face. After managing to peel it off, you notice it’s a poster advertising- a karaoke night in the Apollo cabin? It starts in ten minutes.

You decide to go, finding the place crowded with a makeshift stage in the middle. There’s a sign up sheet in the corner. You spot Comet getting a drink (Lemonade. He may be a criminal but he’s had enough alcohol in his life).

now for the question- what do you do?

tag list

@diving-off-the-deep-end

@amaiahunterofartemis

@the-winged-son-of-hermes

@demigod-jack-hearth

[kiaradaughterofselene]

Open Starter

It had been over a month since anyone had last seen Kiara. Basically, all they knew was that she had gone on a quest to save some priestess and she hadn't returned, which was odd considering that the priestess seemed fine and dandy.

Now, she walks back into camp after what felt like years, with a group of Hunters who had ended up helping in the search. She looks exhausted and rough. New scars litter her arms and legs. Her braids are pretty badly overgrown. She looks like she hasn't eaten in ages, let alone slept.

Tag list:

@the-gods-abandoned-us

@arisdaughter

@mache-of-greece

@demigod-jack-hearth

@kaiaalwayswins

@unhinged-waterlilly

@daredevil-shit

@southerndaughterofeos

@glykera

@overlyprotectiveheadcounselor

@amaiahunterofartemis

@melissathetherapist

@yourlocalfallenstar

@son-of-the-moonlight @luci-likes-dinoss @elixs-mythology-corner @bast-the-best26 @emdabitchass @if-chaos-was-a-boy @luck-is-crucial @love-lightning-forethought @the-prince-telemachus @pink-koi-lovejoy @apollos-favorite-child @cass-sees-the-future @ariathemortal @reyna4ever

[xolues-child-of-aelous]

{open Starter} shadow

*X isn't around it's just shadow*

What do you do?

(tags @sourlemon4life @acezinspace @emdabitchass @urbestestwindgod )

(I just thought of it and it was funny)

[soulless-ginger]

Open starter - boredom

Elliot was a busy demon, always doing the tasks he was assigned. Clean the path ways, sort the souls, watch the demigods, decide the punishments, clean the blood - order, after order after order.

Now he’s at camp half blood and he has done literally nothing. At all. Nothing. He does…not know what to do with himself.

So he walks into your cabin, all grumpy as always. “Entertain me.”

———————

Taglist:

No one, yet.

[athena-greek-goddess]

{open Starter} she's done

*Athena was just done with some of the gods making her feel like crap and her not being "important enough" even though she was the only reason Olympus was still standing with how often the gods fought, so she just left and went to the mortal world she changed her appearance a lot so it wasn't recognizable.*

*you saw this kid (yes it's Athena) about five looking for somewhere to stay for the night*

What do you do?

[madson-of-hermes-notluke]

Magic Anon Starter (Open; Hermes Cabin only please)

ooc: Finally found the post :D I'm evil. May be a bit of a stretch but rules are a suggestion, right? Feel free to interact whenever, whether that be right now or two weeks from now!!

Sounds of crashing at two in the morning bring you into the main room, where a boy of medium height stands still in the darkness. Turning on the lights, you see that it's Maddox standing there. Maddox. Standing. His wheelchair is seemingly what had fallen over, behind the couch and partially broken.

"Oh, hi." He waves nervously.

[eligha-child-of-hades]

OPEN RP STARTER. - childhood part 2

-Eligha got outed?-

Tw:child abuse, homophobia/transphobia.

You find yourself in Boston again! You decide to go to the same alleyway as last time, empty.

You walk around till you see a house door open and hear.. yelling and someone crying?

You walk in.

Tags (mention if you want to be added or removed)

@demigod-jack-hearth

@quillis-climbs-trees

@goblin-demeter-boy

@/anyone

[amaiahunterofartemis]

Open starter

(Tw sh? Im not sure if it counts but just in case)

For whatever reason, you wanted to go to the Selene cabin. How come Amaia was there? Didn't she usually stay in the Artemis cabin these days?

The first thing you heard was the sound. It wasn't the most pleasant, but not as bad as nails on a chalkboard. She was holding some kind of file and trying to file her horns down.

@arisdaughter @mache-of-greece @kaiaalwayswins @unhinged-as-hell @yourlocalfallenstar @son-of-the-moonlight @luci-likes-dinoss @elixs-mythology-corner @bast-the-best26 @emdabitchass @if-chaos-was-a-boy-deactivated2 @luck-is-crucial @love-lightning-forethought @the-prince-telemachus @pink-koi-lovejoy @apollos-favorite-child @ariathemortal @cass-sees-the-future @reyna4ever @daughter-ofthe-moontitan @of-course-im-the-winner @superbstarlightsheep

[stephen-the-spider]

Open starter - altered state of mind

Miles - tw for blood, gore, manic episodes, and things related to sociopathic behavior

He grabbed his bag, stuffing things into it, signature red sweater hanging off his shoulder, hair messier than normal. He grabbed his knife - not that he needed it, his touch was deadly itself, but pain is fun. Pain means he feels something. Gods he wants to feel something.

So he walks and he walks till he gets to the edge of camp, leaves crunching under his worn out converse. Should he really being doing this? Why not? Who could hurt him? He’s a child of death, he’s untouchable. So he walks some more. He doesn’t know where he’s going.

Maybe if he was in the right state of mind, maybe if he had taken his meds he’d have noticed he was being followed…

@of-course-im-the-winner

@crazy-son-of-hades

@by-the-fates

@iceweavercatlover

@clown-energy-skyrocketing

@if-chaos-was-a-boy

[glykera]

Closed starter

(Cw for body image issues and maybe some self blame. This one shouldn't be too bad hopefully)

You hadn't seen Glykera in a bit, which wasn't all that unusual, but you hadn't seen her anywhere around camp so far. She wasn't even in the Hephaestus cabin.

Somehow, you got into Bunker 9. That's where she hung out a good bit of the time, right? It was a huge bunker. That much was a given. Loads of parts and machines everywhere. In the midst of it all, off to the side, Glykera just... sat. She wore a looser chiton than usual so that it wasn't as form-fitting and she hugged her stomach. At least she was sitting? Usually, she would find some way to make herself work and clean.

@mache-of-greece @fire-boy-official @iceweavercatlover @melissathetherapist @luck-is-crucial @the-prince-telemachus @superbstarlightsheep @dianedantedominic @ithacas-prince @verdammte @cabin-12-resident-daddy-issues @when-fate-is-mistaken @unhinged-as-hell