*Ace*
"Muh thought's...they're like...trains for the mind, yehknow?"
Look at me, the blathering idiot. I'm leaning against this really big guy who seems really perturbed at my presence. And he should be! I'm the great Ace...something. I'm sure I'll remember my name when I'm sober. Anyway, I fall asleep on this guy who sits me on a wagon. Coolio. I'll have a massive hangover, but that's future me's problem. And this guy is really nice too, and was cool enough to share a couple of beers.
I wake up in a camp or something, with a massive hangover. Trumpets blare, and I immediately clutch at my ears. Past me is an asshole. I think there's an announcement for something, but I just try to fall back to sleep.
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*Summer (I wrote this in the third person for some reason, I won't do it again.)*
"Father, grandfather, please accept this offering," Summer murmured. On the table was a hare, tied up and terrified. Summer brought her sacrificial knife to bear against the rabbit's throat. She then lifted it high up in the air and thrust it into the body of the rabbit. It died instantly, and blood splattered against Summer's face. She wiped it off and incinerated the remains. She may not ever sacrifice a human, but even the small burst of power she received was welcome.
She needed it too, as she was heading off to camp the next day. Such violent sacrifices were rarely tolerated, so she tried to avoid them. Ah well.
Summer had been recruited by one of the camp counselors, years before, after she had almost burned down all of Nevada. All those forest fires you hear about don't start on their own, after all. Some start via lightning strike, and she was the one to get struck.
Summer laid down to sleep. Tomorrow would be a good day.
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*Will*
Whoever this drunk guy is, I really hope he shoves off. He's been blabbering at me for hours. It's kinda funny actually. We've had a couple of drinks together now, but the guy is totally hammered. Seriously. He insists I take him to some place in the middle of nowhere. Whatever, I'm going by it anyway, I might as well.
He's completely unconscious now. I carry him to his destination. Large gates inscribed with the words "Camp Mythology" greet me. Huh, quite strange. Ah well. I enter, and I'm met with rows of cabins. Typical summer camp then, with a lake and everything. A few people are running around.
"Don't be shy, look them in the eye," I mutter to myself. I start to call out, but my breath catches in my throat as I see the most beautiful girl I've seen in a long long time. She has flowing red hair, and is carrying some kind of knife. She seems to be the type who would light the world on fire if you got in her way. And I wanted her, oh so badly.
I quickly find the counselors office. Everything seems normal, so I might as well sign up, I might get to meet this girl. I dump the drunk dude off on one of the cabins. He'll be alright, I hope. The counselor gives me a weird look though, but it's probably nothing. And mythology is cool enough, I guess, even if it's all just stories. All religions are.
I settle down in the same cabin as my drunk compadre. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.
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OOC: That was a really weird writing style there. I might write in third person from now on, especially when more than one character is involved.
