Travellor (John)

[Scott Howard]

Having arrived in America, the teenager now had the task of finding the Camp that Hecate, his mother, had charged him with finding. So far, Scott had reached a large city, which notices declared as Manhatten. He doubted that he would find the camp within the city's limits, however he hoped that he might find some clues or possibly get some food. It had been a week since he had last eaten and he had only just managed to cobble together enough money to afford some food. Maybe he would get the chance in this place. Walking through the streets, keeping to the edge of the pavement, Scott tried to avoid too much notice. A teenager in ragged clothing, not an uncommon sight and not things people wanted to dwell on.

The streets here were all laid out in a way that Scott approved. Its was all logical, which was something he enjoyed, despite being dyslexic and ADHD. For the most of it, he had managed to conquer the dyslexia and to actually be able to read books and signs. The ADHD was more obvious and it wasn't often that the son of Hecate actually decided to rest and even if he were staying still, his hands tended to move. It had been nearly a whole day that he had been travelling and Scott was tired. Leaning against a wall, the teenager closed his eyes, his hands still moving as he let the sense of relaxation come over him. It wasn't like he could relax in one area for too long, otherwise he might come across more monsters. His mother had supplied him with a weapon, but that still did not grant him safe passage.

[John]

John, saw the huge city. He had stepped out of the house and his father told him his mother was Hecate, the Greek Goddess. Now he had to find Camp Halfblood, where Demigods stayed. This made no sense be said it wouldn't be far. The night before his mother said to him in a dream that he would meet a boy and travel with him. She also said he would be holding a weapon. Then, when he woke up he found a beautiful golden brown sword. His mother whispered it was a special sword. He couldn't remember. His ADHD screwed up his memory most of the times. He held up a map. There were many greek words and letters, but he knew exactly what it had said. Then he looked up and saw a Teenager, he looked scared and poor.

John ran up to him. "What's your name?" John said. He couldn't believe what he had just said. What if the boy tried to kill him? Then he remembered, his mother had said the boy would be in rags and would have a weapon.

Then he whispered "Do you know who Hecate is?" John asked. He would have never said that if he wasn't holding a weapon. John hid his sword in a small backpack with his clothes and some other things. Then he looked at the boy up and down. He looked really thin and he seemed, almost sad. John new, if someone on the earth was his brother, it would be him. He was always sad and never really talked.

[Scott Howard]

The sound of someone approaching caught Scott's attention and the teenager's light blue eyes flickered open, his fingers taking the pendant off his necklace, where it turned into a sword. But seeing a demigod, Scott quickly reattached the weapons. He could tell that this was no monster. Looking at the stranger, curiously, Scott decided to speak. "Scott, Scott Howard. And you?" He asked, holding out his hand to shake. The English teenager was suprised by the stranger's apperance, but he had had worse.

At the random question about Hecate, Scott's cold emotionless eyes became harder than ice and he stopped leaning against the wall, standing up to his full heigh. "And?" Scott asked. It was a bit of a sore subject for him. Because of the gift he had inherited his father had called him a freak and for nearly a decade, he had been living out on the streets. Hecate was no bad person and she had helped him, but when other people knew who his mother was, or even about his abilities at crime scenes, Scott tended to become hostile.

But another glance at this boy made Scott stop in standing at his full height and went back to leaning. "Sorry, you're travelling. Demigod as well. Looking for Camp Half-Blood. Probably a son of Hecate as well, due to the question you just asked me. Sent here to find me by Mum?" Scott said, trying to figure out everything that he could about the other boy. It was something that Scott enjoyed, deducing about people. "So, you'll be wanting to travel together." Scott said, guessing that it was probably the reason why the stranger had sought him out. He looked sad, and Scott wondered if the stranger too had been kicked out of his home as Scott had been.

[Selena]

"I'm John." John took the boy's hand and shook it. He heard the boy saying something about traveling together. He nodded, but seeing the boy was starving, he decided that he should take Scott to his house and have some lunch. John was going to go to a new restraunt but he knew they wouldn't get to talk in private. "Let's go to my house and have lunch." John said to the boy. He was led Scott to his house across the street.

"Sit where ever you want. My dad isn't home so I can make us PB&J sandwiches if that's okay with you." John said. John took his sword from his pocket which looked like a little pocket, he took out his sword. The sword became full sized and he showed it to Scott.

"What is your weapon that mom gave to you?" John asked. He wasn't very talky usually but he felt relaxed and calm around Scott. Maybe because they were brothers but there was something else about it.

[Scott Howard]

The stranger introduced himself as John, a fairly normal name which had been rather common in older times. However, now it was in a wide mix of names and its popularity declining. All these things went briefly through Scott's head, but he disregarded them. They were not important thoughts. Shaking hands with John, Scott saw the nod of John's head when the teenager had asked him if he wanted to travel together. This wasn't going to be easy. Looking after two people. But he didn't know about John's power. It was possible that John had the more magic side of Hecate while Scott was left with the crime scenes. A thing he didn't mind.

As John invited Scott to his house, the teenager raised his eyebrow. John had a house to go to? Not that it was suprising with how well groomed he was. But from the sad look, Scott had presumed that it were possible that he had recently been thrown out. Scott himself had been thrown out at the age of eight. "That's a very kind offer." Scott said. Wondering if most demigods didn't end up living on the streets. Still, why was John sad? Was it because for most of his life he had thought he had no mother that cared about him? This was something Scott was going to look into.

The house was only across the streets and Scott paused, nervously outside, trying to put away his nerves. He didn't like showing by emotion, but it had been several years since he had last entered a house. And that time he had been shooed out as a stealing runt and then had to avoid the police. Avoiding the police was easy, but having to wait longer for food and the memory of being caugt by the owners displeased the teenager. Slipping into the house, his blue eyes scanned over every detail. "If we are eating lunch, do you mind if I wash my clothes. They should last me quite a few years if I can keep them clean." Scott asked.

At the offer of PB and J sandwiches, Scott frowned, trying to puzzle out what that meant. He didn't get much food, but he could identify this, at least. "Pneanut butter and jam?" He asked, hoping he was right. "I'll be fine with a few peices of fruit. I haven't eaten in a while. That would probably be a bit too rich for my digestion. I don't know if I like peanut butter or jam, anyway." Scott said, moving around the house, and looking at everyone. It did appear to be a rather safe place, and not too much unhappiness. Rather like most normal houses.

hearing the next question, Scott turned around to face John, his blue eyes looking over the sword that John was showing him. [color=pendantsymbol and unclipping the pendant. It grew into a sword, the 'O' of the )O( providing the handel and the '(' as a guard. "Its pretty effective against monsters." He commented, putting it back on the necklace and tucking it under his shirt.

[Selena]

John looked at Scott and replied. (sorry if it is a little short) "Sure, I can wash your clothes, or I can get you new ones. I can also get you an apple or a pear or some peaches. Actually we have a lot of fruit. So you can pick whatever you want." John said. He knew he would give whatever he wants for Scott. He was a nice and also his brother.

[Scott Howard]

Looking over at John as his half-brother spoke, the teenager still examining the room, Scott paused. "I'd prefer to keep these. Good quality English heavy wear stuff, no offense. They work as great protection against the cold and monsters." Scott said, not wanting to loose the clothes that he had. He had stolen them specifically, as he would have room to grow into them, so it wouldn't be so much of a problem. One steal for life instead of having to go through a life of crime. So much easier.

"I'll take a bannana and an apple. And some things for later." Scott commented, disappearing into the kitchen, picking up little bits of every kind of food and placing them in his travelling bag. "You're father won't mind?" he checked, after devouring a bannana and taking a bite out of his apple. Scott's bag was almost filled to the brim with food. The teenager estimated that it would probably be severl months or longer before he found this camp. They needed all the food they could get. Fruit for the start, and cans for later. Along with a can opener he had found. That would be useful.