Author(s) note: This is story is for pure humor only, and it is not to bash OCs or bash cannon characters.. It's just a joke that me and my friend were doing lastnight. So, I don't want anyone chowfacing me\us in the reviews. Also, I'm not too familiar with the characters, so expect OOC and such.. :P Have fun, and thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: The rights, characters, ETC belongs to its respective owners. This story isn't made for profit, just pure craps and giggles. I\We own nothing but My\Our OCs Tracelle and Dawn.
Once apon a time, In a faaaar away land, hidden beneath the dense forest somewhere near -New york, or something.. I don't know!-Rested a quaint little camp by the name of.. Camp Half-Blood! -Dun, dun, dun!-
Where all Supernatural people, young and old, male or female, roamed freely! -Like wild animals.. Or fangirls.. Whatevs..-
There was a young girl, whose name was Trace LeGrace -Why LeGrace? Because! The author thought it'd be a nice name, get off my-Anyways! She was a extremely nice girl, who had been nothing but, brave, understanding, caring, loving, impossibly gulible and gentle to all those around her.
But! One day.. When the sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing, and not one fangirl was twitching spazmatically out of place.. -You know.. That set, that was taken straight out of cliché fairytale- There were two grumpy trolls looming about the camp..
One of the trolls was an very agitated brunette, her name was Annabeth Chase, and although she is normally described as a nice and pretty girl.. In this story! She's -Meh, alright.. In my opinion- No where near as pretty\nice as Trace!
What with her stupid brown hair, stupid tan skin, and retarded steely gray eyes. Oh! Her rotten attitude, and dead fish personality is probably the reason this might be the last we'll mention her.
-So now we talk of the 2nd troll, right?-
As for the second troll, she had ugly crossed eyes that were a nasty shade of hazel, her hair was a messy shoulder length tangle of -Why does this not sound familiar at all?- stupid honey blonde hair. And she had ugly freckles scattered across her unevenly tanned complexion.
-Wait, dude! That's me! Oh, that's cold! I thought you were my friend!-
But- Trace was easily prettier than both girls! And that's why she had been raising the eyebrows -among others things- of all the boys at camp.
Tracelle, Harmony-McHarkness, Legrace! -ALOT of words to shallow..- Had the most beautiful face, brightest clothes, oh yeah! And she was the daughter of -Give us a reprieve, please? I have to pee!-
"Oh, my gosh! Please! Stop interupting my story, Dawn!" Barked the young Trace, aforementioned in the story above.
"But- If I am to Beta read this literary debauchery, I atleast need to comfortable!" Whined Dawn Summers, Aka Blonde troll, as she crossed her legs. "Wait, how did you get a computer, if we're out in the forest, in the stark middle of no where?"
"Lit- I'm shocked! You were on-board yesterday!" Gasped Trace, as she stopped her constant typing.
"Yesterday, you were threatening to show my journal to the whole camp.." Dawn grunted, curling up into a ball of pain and pissyness, yes it's a real word.. Google it. "Besides, why -Urgh- would I want to write a untrue story about the people I know, and love?"
Trace got up from her spot on her lumpy mattress, laptop in one hand, and her sword in the other. "Write the story with me, or I'll-"
"You'll what! Stop me from peeing!" The blonde was on the verge of tears, as she wound her legs up tighter.
"Go, just make it quick." Trace sighed, dropping the sword on the floor, completely unfazed by the loud THUNK! it made.
Apon hearing the words, Dawn was up and gone within seconds, a tearful 'thank you!' hung in the stale air.
- AT THE TOILET! -
"Finally.. A break from that madness.." Dawn sighed contently, as she struggled with the fly of her black shorts.
"Who are you talking to?" Came a voice, a very familiar voice, a voice that filled Dawn with dread.. I guess what I'm trying to say here.. Is that it's Annabeth.
"Uh-Oh, Anna.. It's nothing.. It's just that Trace won't give me a wink of sleep." Dawn felt her heart jump into the pit of her throat, as Anna stared her down with those intense eyes.
"Do you need me to talk to her? I hear she's been getting on everyones last.." Anna pat her on the shoulder, as the two girls made their way back to Dawn's cabin.
"No- No, it's fine.. I'm used to it. She is my BFF-" Dawn shuttered at the silly acronym. "I've known her since, forever.." Once they reached the door, the blonde realized that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't a good idea to let Annabeth follow.
"Why would someone endure such.. Torture?" The pretty brunette wondered, as she leaned against the deckpost. "Aren't you in a postion to change cabins?"
"Yeah-" Dawn sighed, kicking a stray piece of wood. "- Tracey is my friend, I can't abandon ship.. Just yet, anyways.." Her words sounded genuine, but her hazel eyes read completely different, they just screamed for a way out of this hell that was called rooming with Trace.
"I'll see you later, then..?" Annabeth realized that Dawn wasn't coming without a fight, but decided to let the pleading look in her eyes win.
Dawn half-smiled, before wrapping her arms around the brunette. "Mhm.. Yeah. C'ya." After letting her wise companion free, Dawn's smile widened.
- BACK IN THE CABIN! -
"Hey, Trace! I'm back.." Dawn stretched, her eyes surveying the room carefully. "Wait a minute!" She choked in horror, Trace and her laptop were missing, and so was Dawn's journal. "Why does this keep happening?" Dawn spun on her heel, and ripped the door open.
- WHERE IT'S AT! -
Trace wandered through the camp, diary and laptop in hand, her face twisted in a wicked grin. "If she doesn't want to help me.. I guess Percy Jackson needs to know her secret."
And in the nature of most stories like this one, as soon as Percy Jackson's name is mention, he suddenly appears. He was walking aimlessly, a stupid expression on his face. "Hey, Percy!" Trace waved him over.
"Hey.. Trace.. Aren't you supposed to be-" He blinked, blissfully unaware of her devilish intent. "- Stuck in your cabin all week? Since, you dumped hot oatmeal in Dawn's bed.."
Tracelle's smile faltered, before returning lazily. "No- Well.. Shut up! I have something to show you." She tucked the laptop into her armpit, so that she could unlatch, and open the journal. "Um.. I found this fancy little book awhile back.. It's mostly filled with dainty british jabber, but you can find some pretty juicy stuff.."
Percy blinked again, before he liek totally said. "You know, I can't read!" He half-sobbed, a magical southern accent pouring through his words. "Especially if the writing is all proper-like!" With another girlish squeak, the son -or in this case, the daughter- of Poseidon took off running, tears left in his wake.
"Per-ceee!" She whined, running after him with no trouble, dispite the fact that her hands were full.
- BACK WITH THAT -
"Traaaaaaaace!" Called Dawn for the tenth time that moment. "Where could she have gotten off to? This camp isn't the large place in the world.." The blonde rested her hands on her hips. "It shouldn't be too hard to find a girl with light brown hair, green eyes, and no sense of equality."
Just as Dawn was about to hop the little creek, that had formed due to recent thunderstorms, she saw Percy running along the slippery bank.
"Percy! Have you seen Trace?" She waved, running to meet him at the end of the water. "She's made off with my persons, again." Dawn was too busy frowning at the fact that her thick british accent hadn't been written properly, that she didn't notice she was headed straight for a.. TREE!
"And I don't wa-" WHACK! "Ugh!" The blonde crumbled to the forest floor, her face reddening, and a nice purple bruise began to form on her brow-bone. "Ow.." She hissed, shielding her injuries.
"Uh- Are you okay?" Percy asked lamely, since he has no genuine feelings for anyone, since the real writer(s) didn't give a s- "Do you need some ice?" He kneeled by her side.
"No.. I just need.. I need-" As Dawn paused for dramatics, Trace ran into view, she was waving the Journal high above her head.
"Percy! Get your illiterate rump over here!" Trace tackled her fellow Demi-god, as she peeled the dusty book open. "REEEEEEEAD IT! REEEEAD IT, DANGIT!" She shoved the book into his face.
"Uuugh! You're suffocating meeeee!" Percy coughed, bucking wildy, as I felt that hip throwing was needed in this point in the story. And just as the situation turned from a simple read-to-assault, to an actual sexual-assault situation, Dawn sprung up and had a vision.
"Oh. MY. GOSH!" She shrieked, clutching her burning temples. "I need to see the doctor!" Her knees gave way, and she managed to elbow Trace off of Percy.
"I'm getting out of here! You guys know that I'm afraid of giiiiiirls!" Percy then took the moment to scream! And then he ran away.
"Why do you need to see the doctor? We have a boy to catch, or a story to write." And with that, Trace grabbed Dawn by the sleeve of her sweater, and dragged her back into camp.
- THE END FOR NAO! -
Foot note: Thanks for reading! 8D Reviews make me happy, but simple giggles are good, too!
I'll be back in a bit with the next chapter, sooooo! Hang tight, and have a good weekend.