CB Name: Honestly Idk but please call me Clarence

Age: 12 

Gender/Pronouns: Male he/him

Appearance: Messy light brown hair that almost reaches their shoulders (Kind of like Magnus Chase but with light brown hair).  Not pale but not extremely tan. Hazel eyes.  Dark freckles sprayed across face.  Usually wears a fandom shirt on (Marvel,  PJO,  HoO,  etc.).  

Personality: Extremely weeby.  Nose is always in a Trials of Apollo book,  Magnus Chase book,  or a sketch book.  Comes off as care free but is a bit stubborn once you get to know me.  Loves anime and Rick Riordan. 

Packing list:

- sketch book (can't live without it)  

- Magnus Chase books

- The Trials of Apollo books

- Camp Half-blood T-shirt 

- Camp Jupiter T-shirt 

- Pair of shorts

- Pair of jeans

- Pajama Shirt

- Pajama Pants

- Gel Pens

- My trusty mechanical pencil

Preferred Art: Art 

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CB Name: Darkking

Age: 13

Gender/Pronouns: Male, He/him 

Appearance: I am almost always surrrounded by shadows that swirl around me, obscuring most people’s vision of me. I have metallic blue hair, porcelain colored skin, eyes so blue that they are almost black with tiny specks of white in them so it looks like they are a starry night sky, long black gloves that go under the sleeves of his navy blue hoodie to his elbows, blue jeans, combat boots, 2 swords on my back, 2 daggers in each boot, 5 daggers on each hip, and a black crown that looks like it is made of shadows bloating above my head. I walk extremely fast and my friends often grab onto my arms in attempt to slow me down, I am also taller than average. I wear gloves because anyone I touch with my bare hands(excluding myself) will turn to dust or stone almost immediately(why I wear gloves). I can shapeshift to have wings on my back but that is the extent of my shapeshifting.

Personality: I seem emotionless to people who don’t know me but around friends I am the most outspoken, funny, happy, joyous, emotionfull person to ever exist. I fell others emotions strongly and tend to subconsciously act like them a bit. If I’m with a brave person I tend to act more daring, if I’m with a witty person I tend to make more observations, etc.

Packing list: I have a portal cube that I carry ADMINS KNOW WHAT in, weapons, food, etc..

Prefferred Art (writing, art, drama, music, other [if other, please specify]): Choir, writing, theatere

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CAPTCHA timeeeee

CB Name: Morrigan(extremely angry) but I call her Moriel(mildly angry) or Mor(casual, everyday name)

Age: CAPTCHA(speaks in bold italic)

Gender/Pronouns: Female, she/her 

Appearance: Mor usually has golden blond hair with purple eyes, she is a foot shorter than I am and she usually wears a red shirt and black shorts. She is quite tan and almost always has a mischievous sparkle in her eye. She has white wings and red cat ears and tail. Her tail has a bell of silence (stealth increased to 99999) attached to a white ribbon that is tied around it and her ears have 3 piercings on the left, 4 on the right. Her earrings are charmed and glow when she uses the charm: electricity (revered to as minor power over electricity, light yellow earring), healing (small wounds, rose red), shielding (the shield is lavender and so is the earring, note that the shield cannot deflect physical blows, just weather), teleportation(when someone tries to touch her she sometimes teleports across the room on accident, light blue), and charm (ya know, charisma, get people to do stuff for you, this earring is light pink), telekinesis (moving small objects, light green) and fire (slight control over fire and immunity to fiery explosions, light orange earring) She always has a camera. ALWAYS. SHE IS ALWAYS WATCHING. *paranoia activate* 

*standing behind Dk* BOOO!!!

AH *jumps 3 feet in the air*

Personality: Arrogant, cocky, funny, caring, a great friend to be around. 

rely? Awww thak youu sooo much! *hug* 

*awkward back pat* 

Packing list: Camera, she has her own portal cube that is in her backpack with the necesities and a bunch of batteries and storage discs for her camera.

Prefferred Art (writing, art, drama, music, other [if other, please specify]): Drawing

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Finally, My 2 AEs, Imma do them together as to not take up too much space.

CB Name: Harliquin(bold) and Will(Italic)

Role: AEs

Gender/Pronouns: Male he/him 

Appearance: Fair skin, strawberry blond hair, his eyes contain every color imaginable and they glow in the dark(unless he's dead), Neon blue hoodie, Black shorts, brown boots   Dark skin, black hair, Hazrel eyes, medeum height, wearing a plain, dark green, jacket with brown pants and sneakers

Personality: Bold, striking, noticable. Calm, shy, invisible

Packing list: Nothing because they are ghost spirit things but they can die, just not of starvation or dehydration.

Prefferred Art (writing, art, drama, music, other [if other, please specify]): Drama music(violin/piano)

Will is the one with the foul mouth while Harliquin is the pure one, weird right?

byfi

By fish? 

Wifi?

*snort* why?

ecuz

Because why?

Because because.

*silent laugh* 

WOA WOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAA *First time on Pudding's place* SO COOL *drool* LETS GO!

Wait, wha-

*shushing as fills out form.* You can bring Navy if I can bring Velix. Jay's not here to take care of her so I have to do it.

CB Name: Tyberious Firestone

Age: 13 to be 14 soon (like, next year XD)

Gender/Pronouns: He/Him

Appearance: Long red hair that goes down to waist level, that shimmers like molten lava, piercing golden eyes which have slitted pupils. I have a spade tail, with horns, Devil wings and my pale skin is flecked with red scales. I normally wear a leather jacked, unzipped with a black tank top underneath. I wear black jeans and sometimes a mask. The ask is golden with rich purple upside down triangles under the eyes, with a moon on the forehead with a navy circle framing it (line an eclipse or something) The moon looks to be bleeding. I wear my black combat boots because I love them. Two holsters adorn my hips, each holding guns. (if thats ok, I could leave them in my dorm if its not allowed :P)

Personality:  I am feisty, a smooth talker, can be boysterous, often I make puns and say random things. I am friendly, and get angry easily and overreact to a lot of things. Fear of being watched bu ducks. Not any other bird, just ducks.

Packing List:

- Computer

- Ipad

-Phone

-Walkman

-headphones

-MUSIC

-Sewing machiene

-Needles

-Threads

-Fabric

-Clothes with funny sayings on them

-Art supplies

-BOOKS

-nececities 

Prefferred Art (writing, art, drama, music, other [if other, please specify]):  Writing, art, drama, music are all hobbies, but something that CALLS to me is Theatre

WAIT YOU HAVE ANATIDAEPHOBIA????? I love that fear. I like knowing peoples' fears. I'm quite terrifying in some ways. *Puts fingertips together and smiles* *Shadows grow towards me inexplicably* *Drops hands and evil smile* *Shadows return to normal* I think my favorite one os hippopotomostrosesquippidaliophobia, the fear of long words. Most ironic thing in the universe.

Day 0

Soren Infinity stood outside by the road, nervously checking their watch. It was 7:30, and their AEs were growing impatient. Or, at least, Tric was. He stood tapping his foot, glaring at the road.

“When are we going?” he whined. Soren put their hand on his shoulder.

“Calm down, Tric,” they said. “The letter said 7:32. Right now it’s…” They checked again. “7:31.” Boo yawned, and curled up at their feet. Levana reached down to pat him on the head. Tric rolled his eyes.

“Well, can’t you make time go any faster?” Soren raised an eyebrow. He seemed to realize that what he’d said was quite ridiculous, so he huffed and turned away.

Soren’s watch beeped, indicating that it was 7:32. They’d set an alarm earlier that day, worried they’d miss it. They silenced it quickly, then looked down the road. They peered one way, then the other. Nothing. However, when they looked back, they saw a large grey bus flying toward them. They hurried back several paces, picking up Boo as they went, but the bus came to a screeching halt just in front of them. The doors opened, revealing a smiling girl of about eighteen, with silver hair pulled into a messy bun, silver eyes, and a blue t-shirt on that had a logo Soren couldn’t make out, due to the seatbelt across her chest.

“Welcome aboard!” she said cheerfully. “I’ll take your stuff. You would be Soren, Electric, Levana, and... aww, is that Boo?” She unbuckled her seatbelt and hopped off the bus. Soren could then see that her t-shirt read, ‘C.O.T.A.’ in big black letters. She tickled under Boo’s chin, and he giggled. Then, she picked up all of their luggage with surprising ease, and led the way onto the bus. Once the doors closed and their luggage was safely on a rack, Soren, Tric, Levana, and Boo looked around at the interior of the bus. They were the only ones there. The seats were leather, and looked like semi circle benches arranged so that they were facing one another. They sat on two benches that were facing each other near the front of the bus. Soren and Levana on one bench, Tric and Boo on the other, facing them. Once the silver-haired girl had put her seatbelt back on, they were off again. Soren looked for a seatbelt, but didn’t see any. They raised their voice to ask the driver a question.

“Where are we going? To the camp?” The girl laughed.

“No, silly, to pick up everyone else.” Soren nodded, though still confused. They didn’t see how they could pick up everyone who’d been invited at 7:32. It had to be at least 7:40 by then. They checked their watch, and started when they saw that it was still 7:32. They looked at the second hand, and saw that it had stopped moving completely. They showed this to Levana, who shrugged, unconcerned.

“Maybe your watch is broken,” she observed. Soren somehow didn’t think so. It would be extremely coincidental to have their watch break at the exact time they were picked up. Shrugging it off, they noticed a panel of buttons on the wall of the bus next to them. Intrigued, they poked one. At once, the scenery outside the windows changed. They were suddenly driving though a desert, sand flying past them. Levana shrieked involuntarily, and Tric jumped a foot in the air, staring out in shock. Soren didn’t know how to react.

“Did- did we just teleport?” they asked, voice shaking. The silver-haired girl reached out and flicked a switch on the front console. Immediately, they were back on the same dim street they’d been driving on before. “How- how-” Soren stammered.

“We weren’t actually in the Sahara,” explained the girl. “Though that would be very cool. No, it’s just a projection on the windows. All the buttons are different locations you can choose from. Feel free to mess around. Oh, here’s our next stop!” They rolled to a stop, and the girl pressed a button to open the doors. Two girls boarded the bus, each carrying a bag. The silver-haired girl took their bags, then directed them to the seats. They chose a seat on the opposite side of the bus. Soren smiled at them, and one of them waved back. Then, Soren went back to messing with the buttons. They pressed one, and they were suddenly driving underwater. Soren gazed at the multi-colored fish all around them, and the silver-haired girl grinned, looking at them in the rearview mirror.

“This is one of my favorites!” she said happily. One of the girls who’d just boarded gasped.

“The ocean!” she cried, beaming. The other girl smiled.

“Coral, I’m sure we can’t really be in the ocean. First off, there’s the pressure, second off, we were just driving down a road. On land.” Coral, as she was called, looked vaguely disappointed. The silver-haired girl up front nodded approvingly.

“You’re correct, Cassandra,” she said. “It’s just a projection.” Soren filed away the two names. Coral was the girl with the wet black hair, and Cassandra had the brown hair. They were going to do their best to keep all the names and faces straight.

A little while later, the bus was completely full. They’d picked up everyone else (all still at 7:32, Soren noted, after they’d compared watches with another CBer, Viola). The silver-haired girl finally announced that they were on their way to the Camp of the Arts. Soren was excited, and they saw that quite a few other CBers were, too. By that time, everyone had figured out the window projections, so every few seconds, the scene outside would change. Rainforest, a city at night, the sky, past a castle, you name it. Once they were on their way to camp, however, the silver-haired girl flipped the same switch from earlier, turning off the projections. There were several groans and protests from the passengers, but she just smiled and kept driving. Soren noticed that their watch had begun ticking again. Viola leaned around her seat, which was back to back with Soren’s.

“Hey,” she said. “Did you watch…?” Soren nodded, holding it up. They drove along in silence for a while, minus the tired, hushed whispers of a few people. Boo was asleep on Levana’s lap, and she was also nodding off, jerking awake every time the bus hit a stone or dent in the road. Soren couldn’t sleep. They were too excited about the camp. They’d get to write, and sing, and make friends, and it would be so much fun. Eventually, they did drift off into sleep, dreaming scattered dreams about giant harps with pencils chasing after them and other people with unfamiliar faces.

They didn’t know how long it was before they woke up, but wake up they did, to a loud honk of a horn. They jumped, looking around wildly. For a moment, they didn’t remember where they were. Then the recognized the bus, and the silver-haired girl, who had her hand resting on the horn and was very obviously trying not to laugh.

“What was that for?” asked a boy at the back of the bus, looking indignant. The girl put on an innocent smile.

“To wake you up,” she said. “Now, single file line, please, everyone grab your bags and exit the vehicle!” Soren stood up, stretching their cramped muscles, and stood in line behind Cassandra to get their bag. Boo squirmed in Levana’s arms, excited to finally be there. Soren had no idea how he wasn’t tired. He seemed so wired up and full of energy. Rubbing their eyes, they wished they were that awake. They grabbed their bag off the rack, then stumbled down the steps, almost falling on their face. That would’ve been a good first impression, they thought. Levana and Tric followed them, and all the CBers ended up in a clump together, waiting for further instruction. Soren expected the silver-haired girl to drive the bus away, but instead, she snapped her fingers and the bus drove away on its own. Seeing everyone’s shocked expressions, the girl winked. Still looking ruffled, the boy from before spoke up again.

“Where’s Echo? The letter, from her, said she was the camp director. The silver-haired girl smiled and bowed low, sweeping an imaginary hat off her head.

“That would be me,” she said proudly. “Welcome to the Camp of the Arts!”

I'm very sorry to all of you for the long wait! I will have the next part out shortly, and I can promise that the parts will be coming out much more quickly after this. Thank you so much for your patience (or not, if some of you have given up and left)!

Its fine, Echo! Take your time! In the mean time... TYBERIOUSTOPDROPKICK!!!!!!!!!!!