Sage

((New Sage))
          
          Sage was at the training arena with a practice dummy, only it was completely destroyed. She used two metal batons, she also had changed her looks. Her hair was shoulder length and choppy, and she dyed the top of her hair blue and left the brown parts on the bottom. She hadn't told her family yet that she was back, she finished training and looked around for anyone she knew.

((Hey... Um.... Been a month and a day huh? Whoopsie. I'm back, active as of tomorrow. Sorry for the whole poof, death does that to you. So does injury. But I'm all healed up and somewhat okay with the death. Ready to rp again. Any news since I've been gone? Other than whatever the official account is going through right now, trying to stay away, it's confusing. But sup))

Sage was walking around camp with a sword that was bigger than herself. She was also covered in glitter and so was the Hades cabin. 

((Me: oh, yeah, I’m afraid of needles 
          Friend: but your diabetic.
          Me: ...and?
          Friend: That’s like illegal, you can’t be diabetic and afraid of needles, that’s like a swimmer afraid of the water!
          Me: I can still be afraid of needles, yes I must give them to myself but I’m still not a fan. I do it because without them I could die. I’m human, I can be afraid of things that are keeping me alive. Just because I have to give them doesn’t mean I don’t feel fear, I just do it because I have to. Without it I could die. So it’s death or face my fears. Diabetics are people too, we aren’t just creatures who stab ourselves with needles. ))

Good thing about snow dogs: no matter the weather they will keep you active
          Bad thing: usually using some form of your clothes they stole to do it 

Sage ran around camp with a new sword that was a lot bigger than she was, she somehow managed to hold the 6ft tall sword. 

((Y’all, guess who's admin bought themselves a sword. And guess which said sword is over 5’7 aka height of admins brother))

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Based on a true story
          
          
          You hear a distant sound of sirens in the background as you look out into the deserted street. Strange, you think, I live in the heart of the city, there's always at least one person out and about, plus it's Sunday and there are three churches on my street. There's not even a soul walking or driving by, but you look closely at the road, and you see it, sitting there in all its glory. There's a tennis ball in the road!

((My head hurts as if I had little metal wires basically digging into my scalp for hours today.))
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          ((Probably because I did.))