Camp Half-blood Cabins Layout 소설 & 이야기

The boys chatted excitedly in between George directing me to a camp site. We finally got to the site. It appeared to be a crater of some sort but with gentle slopes. What was the most noticeable of everything was the green grass that was just about everywhere, except the slopes. Near the slopes was about thirty pine cabins, that stood in lines of two about ten meters apart, in semi circles. George showed me where was the best spot to drive down the slope so that I can park between the two lines at the far end. I got out of the car and looked the place over. In the centre of it all was a massive fire pit, with an enormous pile of wood next to it.

We arrived at the camp at noon and there were many people unlike how it should be during fall season but of course they were mostly youths and teens as Katherine has told me that the camp director made sure that the age grade was between 18 to 32 years old. "Welcome to camp, a place full of supernatural folks; Mean people who won't think twice before freaking you out. Don't worry I'm only kidding," Kelvin smirked immediately he saw my uncertain stare as he turned around then pushed the cabin door open. It was only a room but it was already in order since they had cleaned it up before my arrival. It lacked colour and there was nothing fancy except for two beds towards the right end, three woo

“To make sure nobody accidentally turns Cedar Draw into a traditional pack while he’s here.” “That does sound like us.” Hallie started toward the common room, then stopped. “And don’t arrange seats by rank.” “I wasn’t going to.” “I know.” Caleb studied her. “You sounded very Bellamy Creek.” “I know that too.” The common room was large enough for the necessary people and plain enough that no one could mistake it for a formal receiving room. Hallie checked the table. At Bellamy Creek, details communicated structure. The Alpha at the head. The Luna beside him. Advisors placed according to rank and function. Records organized where they could be produced without delay.

I state the obvious gaining a roll of the eyes and a ‘no shit’ look from Mason. Jaheer leads us up the short steps, holding the door open for us to walk into the extra-large cabin. The place is nothing fancy on the inside. Much like a packhouse. A bare minimal packhouse. Unlike the other cabins we passed, this one was two-story. A large entranceway with a staircase which led to the second floor. Four doors, two on either side lined the otherwise bare walls. No pictures hung, only places that held candles. There were no light fixtures, nor could I see any lamps.

But he assured me that she would see the necessity behind it. Those that had been turned needed guidance. They were lost becoming something that had literally just destroyed their surroundings. Hamish and Benjamin thought that they needed space away from everyone as they adjusted and Sasha agreed. “Six new vampires. Five bedrooms.” Sasha stared at the bed Lucien used to sleep in. “There are spares in the attic, I will get someone to bring it down. It will have to do.” I said the words, knowing that this would be a unique experience for all of us. We had never had anything happen like this before.

he said with a smile. Hera grinned and walked inside the cabin which is well lit and so beautiful. The cabin is two stories. The first floor has an open kitchen with a bar table and chairs separating it from the living area. There is a back door beside the kitchen which leads to the balcony, which has the full view of the waterfalls. The second floor has the master bedroom with an attached bathroom. There is a huge bed sitting in the middle of the room. The cabin is well maintained and is modern. The drapes are printed red in colour, matching the colour scheme of the entire Cabin.

“Do you feel safe here? Would you rather be somewhere else?” I look around the forest, at the camp which Victor has taken us to. I’m surprised to see that there are cabins here – rough ones built from logs, merely four walls and a roof, rather than any truly protective structure. There’s also a stone bathhouse with running water and a central fire pit with attached hearth and chimney for cooking. “Actually,” I say, charmed by the location and enjoying the feel of the mountain breeze running over my skin. “I think this is exactly where I want to be. I can’t say why. I just…feel it.”

Everything fitted together like a puzzle, not an inch wasted. Straight ahead is the saloon. It’s a curved sofa in cream leather wrapping around a low table that’s bolted to the floor. A television mounted to the wall. Throw pillows in navy and gold. It looks like something out of a catalogue. “There are three cabins,” Cortney announces, spreading her arms like a tour guide. “Two at the front, one at the back. Two bathrooms — well, heads, technically, but same thing.” I’m smart. I know they’re called heads.

It isn’t uncommon to have a stock pile up because the winters can and will get bad so having a reservoir is needed. The next few boxes were similar stuff. It wasn't until the third box that I found something more interesting. It was a handful of blueprints. All of the similar houses but as I examined them, they weren’t houses. The walls were too thick, rooms were larger and the whole lay out was weird. It almost resembled the location I was taken to when he tortured me. There was a number nine at the top and it was circled. Nine locations? There was also no futurnitre placements on the blueprints. Usually there are couches and tables in certain locations to see the layout and how it will fit

For a while we were on a dirt lane through the woods, then miles and miles of trees, interspersed with the occasional mansion. The first thing Damon said to me when we departed was, "The Stationary is about a two-hour ride. It's what we call the training camps." About 100 Half-Bloods reside there." "There's only 100 half-bloods?" I barely made it out.