The New Challenge (Open)

Clove frowned, she smudged up a hill that supposedly led the way to this camp. A camp for special children. Clove thought it was some scam, just so mentally unstable kids would want to come. But really, it was a camp with kids that didn't fit in. Just like Ckove, but she thought everyone else might be a little different the her. She finds fun in the injuries of others, and not afraid of death. If that didn't scream unstable, then what did?

Clove felt the weight of her pack of 20 throwing knives made of pure silver, bounce against her right hip. Thankfully she had brought them, Ove didn't know what she would have done without them. They were like her second family. Clove saw a pine tree, it was quite obvious the power it had to it, but Clove couldn't really figure it out. Her main focus was on figuring out who her Godly parent was. She wasn't even sure if it was her mother or father!

"Oh joy!" Clove said sarcastically when she saw a girl, probably around nine years old sitting on the hill. She looked innocent, and peaceful. Not at all a threat. This could be quite fun.. Clove thought to herself inside of her head. She grinned as she got a good distance away, but close enough for her to throw her knives. Clove snickered as she threw one with her might by the girls head. The girl looked towards her frightened.

Clove walked up to her, pulling out another knife whilst doing so. "Lovely day isn't it, darling? I just hope your blood doesn't stain the grass!" Clove said, mentally laughing. She wasn't that cruel. Never would she kill for fun. Clove just liked to tease and threaten that was all.

Clove smiled as the girl scurried away from her, very quickly actually. The adrenaline from getting away must have gotten to her. Oh well. Clove skilled to get her knife and put the two back into her bag.


((Eh, it's short and lame.. I'm bad at starting..))

Clove watched as a boy started walking towards her. She giggled, sarcastically, to herself. Pathetic.. She said mentally to herself. Clove frowned as he approached her. She swiftly took out another knife, and pressed her finger, lightly, to the blade making sure it was still sharp. Thankfully she was also quite could with a knife up close.

"'Ello there, love!" Clove said cheerfully. Her eyes sparkled at the thought of what she could possible do to the boy.. Named Kendall. "Isn't Kendall a girls name?" Clove asked, then snickered to herself.

"I'm Clove.. And unless you want to die painfully, then I suggest not making me angry." Clove said with a shrug, she was used to these conversations. She could think of worse threats but what she said was fine.

Clove smiled at Kendall's defensive pose. She laughed lightly, and delicately. "You're not supposed to be scared. It will make my victory more celebratory!" Clove said as if the concept was obvious all along.

Clove did not care about his shield. She could still hurt him, besides his sword wouldn't touch her, she was quite fast. "Why would it matter to you what color I like?" Clove asked confused. "Really now? I once knew a girl named Kendall, she was a real harlet. She got what was coming to her." Clove said smiling, as she spoke in her thick British accent.

Clove smirked as she easily moved her hand away from his kicking foot. Her knife was still in her hand. She felt the sword at her neck, and simply stepped back, he was in front of her, after all! "Not scary or strong. Apparently you don't know how to hold a blade on someone's throat." She said with a shrug. She's dealt with worse, she's fought people with guns, much more dangerous then a sword.

Clove smiled brightly. "Are you sure you want to fight? If we do, the we go to the forest." Clove said, demandingly. She smirked as she took more steps back, and out of range of Kendall's sword. But, she was prepared to throw her knife if she needed to. Besides, one lost wasn't that bad, she had tons in her bag.

Clove sighed, she really just wanted to get into camp and mess with kids. She knew this boy wouldn't hurt her, or else there would be damage on her by now. Obviously he didn't want to fight her, so it wouldn't be full force. "Think I give two f**ks if you don't want to fight me. I damn hope I break you then."

Clove grinned, "If you were me, you'd understand what I've been through. And yes, I've murdered before." She said simply. It didn't hover her at all, very much, everything was an animal to her. "Good for you!" Clove said sarcastically.

"If you really want to fight me, then fine. But I suggest running because my knives can get around your sword. And besides, you won't be able to catch me, so your weapon is useless." Clove said, with a tiny smirk.

Clove laughed. "Wow, I'm fine, great actually. And everyone at this camp isn't normal. A half blood has a mental illness. And guess what? Mine is simply ADHD, a normal one. Because, it makes you good in battle." Clove said, it was true. Most kids here had ADHD. Just she was different, she was stronger then most. "I know what your think. I don't like to kill, but it's payback for bothering me. It doesn't bother me at all." Clove said lightly.

((Just a friendly reminder since some of your posts are flirting with the 50 word rule, just watch your word count ))

Clove rolled her eyes. She couldn't really stand this kid. What she wanted to do was just go into camp. "Did you not just here me? I'm not a killer." Clove said fiercly. It's true she's only killed a person once. And it was completely by accident, but it never bothered her. Why should it?

"And, why would I want to be friends with you?" Clove asked, sourly. "Your obviously weak, and if you haven't figured it out by now. I hate you." Clove said, hoping the boy would just give up. Unless he wanted an injury, he should move.

((Okay!))