Sloane Astor, from Camp Athens II, a roleplay on RPG

xxxS L O A N E x A S T O R
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"If you just accept the chaos... Things will be much easier."
- sloane astor

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n i c k n a m e s x // x the mute , medusa

a g e x // xnineteen

g e n d e r x // xfemale

s e x u a l i t y x // xdemisexual

o r i g i n x // xmoscow, russia

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

p a r e n t a g e x // xeris

D E C O R U S

h e i g h t x // x5' 4"

w e i g h t x // x115 lbs

h a i r x // xSloane keeps her hair its natural shade of brunette that borders on black. It goes down past her shoulders and is fairly straight unless treated.

e y e s x // xA soft brown, which hints of golden yellow throughout.

o d d i t i e s x // xThere is nothing odd or out of place about Sloane. No tattoos, no piercings beyond her ears or even scars. But, it can also be said that everything about her is odd. She is a unique one of a kind creature unlike any other young women her age. Sloane as has a fairly heavy Russian accent, to no surprise.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xIt’s been said that Sloane is very austere, plain, simple and overlooked. She has an unorthodox kind of beauty about her that is strange and almost alien. Her gaze is intense while her eyes are striking. Odd, or otherworldly fits her well but in that perplexity, there is beauty and strength. Her large doe eyes feel warm and out of place compared to coldness her body language gives off. She is small in size, often mistaken for someone younger or seen as weak, but carries herself in a way like an unstoppable force. Her posture is impeccable, and her walk is so poised and graceful, almost like she was raised in royalty. But, never in a way that gives off an air of narcissism or cockiness, just confidence and power. Her voice is soft, and almost sweet but also never taken lightly. She’s a powerful creature that comes in a small package, that is rarely underestimated due her presence and the way she carries herself.

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I N G E N I U M
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c h a o s x m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x Sloane is very skilled at this. She can create, shape and manipulate the chaotic forces in the universe, allowing them to manipulate probability.

e m o t i o nx m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x Through chaos manipulation, she can manipulate the emotions of others bringing negative feelings to the surface and making them grow stronger. She cannot put false emotion in someone's mind, just warp and heightened an already present emotion.

i n v o k e x v i o l e n c e x // x With chaos there is rage, envy and violence. With heightening negative emotions, Sloane invoke others into severe anger or rage, and cause mass violence and discord.

m a n i p u l a t e x p r e c e i v e d x r e a l i t y x // x Sloane is proficient in warping the reality others perceive. It's not changing the world around them or altering reality, but simple manipulates the senses in a way that people think something else is happening. She can make people see things that aren't there, those who are hugging look like they're kissing and sometimes, with great focus, make someone feel they are somewhere entirely different.

F O R T I T U D O
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m e n t a l x c o m b a t x // x Through her superior skill and control over her abilities, Sloane can fight most battles with her mind. She rarely, if at all, has the need to wield a weapon.

u n r e a d a b l e x // x It takes a skilled person to know what is going on behind her facade. Sloane is very good at hiding her emotions. She doesn't allow her facial expressions to give away her thoughts or feelings, so it is difficult to know if she is being sincere, lying or anything else.

w r i t i n g x // x More often then not, whenever someone finds Sloane she is either reading or writing. For her, it is an escape. Through the use of dense metaphors, she is able to express her inner most feelings in ways most cannot interpret.

I N F I R M I T A T E
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c o m b a t x // x Sloane is small, weak and not very coordinated. If her survival came down to a physical fight, it's not likely she'd last thirty seconds.

t r u s t x // x Not many people have come into Sloane's life besides her brother and parents. And because of that, she has a difficulty opening up and trusting other people.

s o c i a l x s k i l l s x // x The whole concept of white lies to make someone feel better, sugar coating something or just being polite can sometimes be lost on Sloane. She is a brutally honest type person, which often makes her more of an outsider than trusted confidant. Things she says usually come off harsh, rude and sometimes offensive.

M E T U M
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b e c o m i n g x h e r x m o t h e r x // x Sloane has spent much of her life training under her mother, and the idea of becoming like Eris is terrifying.

l o n e l i n e s s x // x It has been Sloane and her brother against the world for so long. She loves her brother, but because of who they are it just pushes other people away and deep down she yearns to know companionship on any level.

l o s i n g x h e r s e l f x // x For as long as Sloane can remember she's been a shell of who she really is. She's slowly being molded into what her mother wants and in this she fears that she will lose her touch with humanity and her true self.

Although Sloane and Sylas are twins, they couldn’t more different in many ways. Sloane is the quieter of the two. She’s the type that would rather observe instead of taking place in most activities. An observer of the world, she is not the type to speak unless there is a reason to. Pointless conversation about how someone is doing, what their day was like or the weather are insignificant and waste her time. Every word she speaks is for a purpose, even if that purpose is to get someone to leave her alone. Some mistake her small stature and quietness as a sign of naivety, meekness or weakness, but anyone who believes that of her is strongly mistaken. But that is also how Sloane would prefer it. Being over looked, ignored and underestimated makes you that much more powerful. Nothing is more intimidating player laying all their cards on the table, showing their bluff knowing full well you didn’t stand a chance.

Stronger than she looks, Sloane is not someone to be messed with. Although it takes a lot more than the average degrading word to ruffle her feathers, once going past the point of no return, people tend to regret ever messing with her. Her strength goes beyond that in her abilities, and is by no means relevant to her powers, but her spirit. No matter how hard anyone tries, they cannot break her spirit, her fight or her sense of self. She has a confidence and air about her that portrays her in a much more intimidating light. Part of this strength comes from deeper inside where she is in a constant battle to hold tight to who she really is, while outward portraying the image her mother wishes. But even as a daughter of chaos, her strength power almost oozes from her pours like an aura around her.

Unlike her brother, Sloane finds no pleasure or reason in telling anything but the truth. No matter how painful, raw or hard to swallow it is. People quickly learn around her not to ask question that they don’t want the honest answer to. If they want someone to fluff their ego or say they were right when they were wrong, then Sloane is not the person they want to go to. This also does not mean she says ever vile truth that crosses her mind. On the contrary, she keeps most of it to herself unless she feels the need for it be vocalized… Or, she is asked. Some would see this as bitchiness, to an extent it’s her way of not bulking herself down with juggling lies or putting on false pretenses. But the main reason is to keep people at bay.

What no one really knows about Sloane as that deep inside her, she is fighting a constant battle. A battle between who she is the woman her mother is molding her into. Be it out of fear or respect, Sloane appeases her mother allowing her outward self to be deceptive and cunning. But unlike her mother and brother, she doesn’t particularly want to watch the world burn and everyone’s lives spiral into havoc. It is of her own opinion that most humans cause their own chaos. But because of this conflicted nature of hers, Sloane constantly holds up this façade, for herself, her mother and everyone else. Most believe this is her true self. No one has tried to see what’s beneath the harsh exterior… or no one cares.

H I S T O R I A R U M

What kind of man attracts a Goddess of discord and strife? The kind of man that festers like vines on the world, slowly letting his tendrils spread their way through the world around him. Everyone sees the beauty, the potential, blind… Until they are covered. Too deep to get out, stuck in their choices. That was Vladislav Astor. He grew up in a household of wealth, potential and promise. The world was his oyster and he knew it.

It wasn’t long into his adult life before he turned his attention towards the world of politics. What better way for the scum of the earth to rise to the top and even get support. Once at the top, he’d have so much power that he’d be untouchable. And it didn’t take him long get to a strong foot hold in the Russian government. He worked in the shadow of the great ruler before him, a powerful conservative who fought for people but with his own hidden agenda of communism and power.

As Vladislav grew more predominant in the Russian government, he caught the attention of a particular Goddess. As it’s usually said, everything else is history. It was safe to say that Vladislave was not ready when told Eris was pregnant with not only one… But two children. After all, what better chaos would there be than bringing children into the world for a man who wanted nothing to do with a family or kids.

To say Vladislav was a horrible father is putting it lightly. Sloane could count the times on one hand that she actually had a meal with her father. They were more for his political gain than anything else. He’d take them to press conferences, play the part of loving father over his children that tragically lost their mother. But absent in their home life… Or at least for Sloane.

”There’s no place in politics for a girl.” That’s what she was taught. Vladislav took Sylas everywhere with him, teaching him the in’s and out’s from a very young age. And when their father was tired of hearing Sloane beg to come too… He reached out to Eris. Sylas was to be the heir to the dynasty Vladislav was fighting so hard to create, while Sloane would be shipped off to her mother to become Eris’ own prodigy.

For years, Sloane was her mother’s shadow. Eris was never one for having demigod children… Or children at all for that matter. But the prospect of having a mini version of herself to cause havoc where ever she wasn’t, was enticing to her. So, she trained Sloane long and hard, helping her perfect all of the abilities she was gifted with. But even with her mother there was no love there. It was the relationship of a master and an apprentice, not of mother and daughter.

By the time Sloane was a young adult, her mother said she had learned all that she could be taught. A master of chaos manipulation and all that entails, Eris was ready to unleash her daughter on the world and feed from the strife she’d cause. It was at that time that Sloane’s parents decided to send Sylas and Sloane to Camp Athens. To the media it was for their own safety because the life of a political leader is never safe. But the twins both new it was to get them out of their parents’ hair.

For the first times in Sloane’s life she’s been left to be her own person alongside her brother, who was raised to be everything she isn’t. As if their family life wasn’t difficult enough already, they have to hurdle the battle that is their own relationship, and their interactions with those around them. And for Sloane that means truly learning how be part of society, which is something she’s had little to no exposure with. So, while most of the campers are excited at the idea of the camp… Sloane feels like a fish out of water, waiting for the last shoe to drop.

h e x c o d e x // x #c7b29b x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x anya taylor-joy x // x c r e a t o r x // x Scar.- x // x c s x // x Scar.-

Sloane Astor's Story

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#2018-01-01 19:21:39, as written by FeistyDeadlySins

Hairstyle // Makeup // Outfit

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ｔｈｕｎｄｅｒ ιn тнeιr нearтѕ.
And ｃｈａｏｓ ιn тнeιr вoneѕ. - ทιĸιтα gιℓℓ

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Alex had never been to one single party before she came to Camp Athens. Their mother never allowed her to leave the house. Last years had been a blast, but this year was going to be different. Alex sat quietly as her brother took the chair across from her. "Are you okay?" He watched her as she managed to turn her attention to him. "..don't tell me it's nothing. When some of the campers left for the year, others stayed here. You didn't. You left me. Where did you go?"

Alex shook her head. "I'm fine. This isn't about when I left. Then, I just needed to be by myself."

"You know it's dangerous out there. Especially by yourself. Has Mason said something to you again? is that why you left?"
"No."
"Okay, so what's wrong now? Did someone else say something to you?"
"No!" she snapped.
"Al..."

"Just leave it alone, okay? Don't ask me any more questions." she stood up angrily. "Please." she added. It wasn't like her to shut him off without talking to him. He nodded once, his eyes looking down as he did. She gave him a glare before walking silently passed him. Maybe she shouldn't have come back to camp this year since everyone already thought she was a murderer. No one would possibly miss her, would they? Everything in her life had already turned upside down because of a stupid feud between two Gods. They just couldn't let things stay in the past.

He looked up, watching her head into her room. Hopefully, the party would make her feel better. Being around Duke and Wes always brought a smile to her face. Especially Duke. Oh, Ajax had noticed the way his little sister looked at his best friend. Was she acting like this because of him? Duke had recently found out about his little sister, and Alex had seen them together a couple of times without knowing who she is. Was she jealous? the corners of Ajax's lips began to lift upwards, forming a large smile as he looked away and hung his head. Laughing. He had never known her to be jealous, not even once, or she just managed to hide it well. Daniel had a new girl around him before he passed, but Alex didn't seem to batter an eye. He could go in there and tell her about Duke's sister, but maybe it would be way more entertaining for her to find out from Duke himself.

Ajax headed out the second he was dressed, but first grabbing his rucksack which sat near the front door. He decided to wear something casual: Party Outfit. As promised, he arrived a bit early with the music he had downloaded the night before on his computer. It was all taking place down near the beach again where a large campfire was sitting in the middle ready to be lit. Around it at a good safe distance sat four large log benches for everyone to chill out around the flames. The staff members were the ones hosting it all, so they were cooking on the BBQ tonight. They had containers filled with ice where the beer bottles chilled, and quite the buffet on a long table so people could help themselves to sandwiches, pizza, sausage rolls and every other party food displayed. The BBQ would be serving burgers and hot dogs with or without onions. A large variety for everyone to say the least.

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#2018-01-02 23:30:23, as written by mjolnir

andromeda bolton
hecatex|xoutfitx|x#990856

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Andy stood in front of her mirror, her fingers running over the field of purple and blue that plagued the left side of her ribcage. She sighed. Scrapes bruises and whatever else covered a majority her body from the neck down. She tested their tenderness with her fingertips, wincing slightly at the pressure on her side.

Andy had been spending all her time since the war breathing, eating and sleeping her training. It kept her mind busy, and focused. Regardless if they won the war, that couldn't be the end. Demigods always had a target on their heads, and she refused to have anyone taken from her like her brother was. But the training wasn't all beneficial... She was almost constantly covered in scrapes and bruises, and it was beginning to take a toll on her.

She rested her hands on the edge of the sink with a sigh. She wasn't wanting to go to this party, it wouldn't be the same. But, if she didn't go, she knew Trinity or Ajax would be at her door in no time. Andy's gaze drifted over her bruises once again before walking over to her closet. It took her nearly half of her wardrobe before finding an outfit that covered the purple marks on her skin perfectly.

Andy started to make her way out of her cabin, stopping in the doorway when she realized she forgot something. She hurried back inside, grabbing her locket. She put it over her head as she walked her way through the woods towards the bonfire. As she neared the sounds of music, seeing the warm glow between the tree, her gaze drifted to the beach where she saw a figure lingering away from the party that had barely started.

Instead of walking towards the party, she instead walked towards the beach. As Andy got closer, she noticed it was Mason. She stopped a few feet behind him, crossing her arms over her chest as she saw him light up. "If you die from lung cancer... I'll find a way into the underworld and kick your ass myself." She slowly stepped closer, crouching down behind him. Her hands moving to rest on his shoulders. She sighed softly, resting her chin on the top of his head. "They know we miss them, Mason."

Andy leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him in a gentle hug. "Plus, if they saw us being party poopers... They'll come back from the dead to drag us to the party themselves." She smiled softly, then quickly snagged away his cigarette and chucked it into the water. "Oops," she laughed before standing up. Andy then moved in front of him, holding out her hand. "Come on."

wesley preston
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Wes took the empty right sleeve of his shirt and sweater, stuffing it inside the torso of his shirt. There isn't many ways to wear an empty sleeve of a shirt. Leave it dangling looks weird, so that's not an option. Knot the end... Or tuck it in. That's what he went with. He knew some of the new campers still start at him like he's fragile. Might as well just have it right in their face that he's only got one arm.

After wrapping a scarf around his neck and putting on a beanie, Wes checked his appearance in the mirror one last time. He looked alright, that was good enough. He contemplated a leather jacket, but he hasn't had the heart to cut off the right sleeves just yet. It's too soon, and his jackets are good leather. He adjusted his beanie and scarf over and over. Wes couldn't put a finger on why the party made him nervous. He'd been to multiple since he came to camp. It had nothing to with his arm, or the new campers.

Wes sighed, smiling at his own stupidity. It was Trinity. It always was Trinity. He pursed his lips, heading out of his cabin before he second guessed his appearance again. His left hand was tucked in his jean pocket as she trudged his way through the trees. Before he realized it, he wasn't at the party but at the bottom of the stairs leading up to Trinity's cabin. He thought about leaving. But what if she saw him? He could just run into her at the party... Or, just walk there with her.

He probably pivoted back and forth like four times before forcing himself to walk up the steps. Wes knocked on the door. "Hey Trin, how about escorting a one-armed loser to a party? For old times sake." He leaned against the door frame, waiting patiently.

sloane astor
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sylas astor
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Sloane sat in the window seat, turning the page in her book to a new chapter. It was then that she heard the door to her cabin open without a knock. She sighed, knowing full well that it was Sylas and his lack for personal space. Instead of getting up to meet him or anything else, she kept her gaze on her book. She's much rather continue to read about the Trojan War rather than deal with her brother.

"Why won't you just stay in a cabin with me?" Sylas asked, propping himself in her doorway.

Sloane sighed, turning the page but not even sparing him a look. "Because we're not five."

Sylas sighed, slipping his hands into the pockets of his pants. "You going to this party..."

"Is that a question or a demand?" Sloane closed her book, holding her place with her index finger.

"Does it matter?" He stared at her, waiting for an answer. Sylas tapped his knuckles against the wall.

Sloane sighed, patting her book against her lap. "No."

Sylas walked over to Sloane, taking the book from her lap. He looked over the cover with a scoff, tossing it backwards onto her bed. "We've been here how long? And you've done nothing." Sloane pursed her lips, crossing her arms over her lap finally looking towards her brother.

"You're going." Sylas reaches his hand out, brushing away a loose lock of hair. "I have some prospects that need your... special touch. So, I will see you there." He leans forward, pressing his lips to Sloane's forehead. "Wear something nice. You need to turn heads." With that, Sylas stood up and made his way out of her cabin.

He strutted his way down the paths towards the beach. Sylas was in no particular hurry, instead watching the other campers run and scurry around him towards the party. He watched them all intently, taking in their emotions, making a list. Who was worth his time, who wasn't... The camp was like his own little toy box with so many things at his disposal, it was hard for him to choose want to pursue first. A party is the best place to start slowly extending his tendrils out, testing the waters and starting his work... Especially with Sloane there.

Sylas finally reached the beach, looking around at the small group of campers that have already began congregating around the bonfire. Not many, but he was early. He made his way over to the food and drinks, grabbing himself a beer. He popped it open, taking a drink as he watched others arrive. This was going to be fun.

Sloane paced around her room for the better part of ten minutes trying to decide if it was really worth the effort, going to this dumb party. She wasn't a partier by any means. And honestly, a party was the last place she wanted to be. But if she knew Sylas, and she did, he'd show up at her door the second he realized she wasn't going there. Which would only make her life more complicated than trying to be invisible around a bunch of immature demigods.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, with a sigh. Sloane threw open the doors to her closet, fingering through her clothes. Wear something nice. She scoffed to herself, pulling out the first outfit she found. It didn't take her long to get dressed, hoping that what she was wearing would help be ignored rather than draw attention to herself. Before leaving her cabin, she grabbed her book from her bed, sighing when she noticed that Sylas folded some of the pages. She cursed under her breath, slipping it into her bag.

Sloane, checked her reflection one last time before heading out her front door and down the steps. She adjusted her bag on her shoulder as she walked slowly towards the beach. She was in no rush to get there, and wouldn't mind if it took her the whole night to walk there. So, instead of rushing to please her brother, she pulled out her book, picking up where she left off, reading while she walked.

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#2018-01-03 02:47:21, as written by purpletorment

gwendolyn greer

poseidon • #E1A391 • casual

Gwendolyn loved the idea of a party. Currently, she didn't know a lot of the campers (old and new) too well and it was bothering her. She was so used to being with her own little 'school of fish' back in Florida that it felt like she was being dropped in the middle of a shark tank. Making friends wasn't a real worry for her however, that came naturally. It was just finding ample opportunities and this was a perfect one.

She slipped out of the shower, feeling rather refreshed. It never took Gwen long to get ready considering the fact she had a few tricks up her sleeve. Drying her hair was just a simple flick of her wrist, and Voila! Beach curls in a second. She had already picked out a casual outfit the night before, it was simple and comfy, turning heads wasn't just her thing. She also couldn't promise herself that she wouldn't get in the water either so she decided against wearing something super nice.

She was about to leave when she passed by Finley's closed and quiet door. Finley was her newfound half-brother, and to her it felt like she already had known him her entire life. The two had a bond that she couldn't quite explain and she truly loved him. Except his anti-social tendencies. Of course he wouldn't want to go to the bonfire tonight, it just wasn't his thing. However, Gwen couldn't bear the thought of leaving him all alone. She lightly rapped on his door placing her ear against the frame.

"Finley! Finns. Is there any chance you could go tonight? It's just a small bonfire, there's food, and it's right next to the beach. You know you always feel better by the water. Plus I'll be there the whole time, so if you feel uncomfortable you can just talk to me!" Gwendolyn stuck her head through her sibling's door giving him a winning, 'please don't let me go alone' smile. It wasn't the first time she had pleaded with Finn to get out of his room and go socialize with the other campers. She figured that it wasn't that the boy was antisocial more so that he just needed a little push and nudge to talk to others. She hated leaving him all by himself all the time, especially when she was out having fun, it didn't feel fair. Her shoulders sagged slightly and a small poignant sigh escaped her mouth, this was where she really got him. Gwen stuck out her bottom lip in a pouty fashion and let out a little sniff of sadness. "I mean, I could just go by myself... You know what? I- It's alright, don't worry about little ole' me. I'll be fine.... all alone.... by myself..."

A large grin broke out on her face as Finn caved into her requests. She burst through the door, practically jumping on the bed to give him a rather large huge. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You won't regret it, I promise. Who knows, you might meet someone special" She waggled her eyebrows in a goofy fashion and hopped off the his bed. "I'll see you there" With that she left his room, grabbing her small and soft cream sweater jacket by the door. The tide at night brought in a rather cool breeze and she wasn't looking to freeze.

It didn't take her long to make it to the beach, (considering the Poseidon kids lived fairly close to it). A couple of the older campers were already around the fire, Gwen knew well enough not to approach them first. Although she loved being friendly, she could see the strain on all of their faces, they needed space and time to make up for what they lost. She had heard a couple of rumors from some of the newer campers about last year and it didn't take her long to realize they had all been to hell and back (some literally).

Her eyes particularly lit up to see lemonade at the drink table. Oh thank Gods she thought as she grabbed a bottle and popped the cap off and took a drink. Her eyes rescanned the crowd and she giggled quietly as her eyes landed on a rather peppy Nik. She made her way over to the son of Apollo an inviting grin on her face. "Nik! It's nice to see a familiar face, how is my sunshine doing tonight?" Since she had gotten to know the quirky boy, it was almost like she had molded into a mothering role.

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domonik einarsson

khione • #90A6A6 • casual

Dominik loathed the idea of parties. Parties meant talking, which meant socializing, and making friends. None of the things he ever truly enjoyed when it came to camp. The moment the idea of the bonfire was announced he had already settled with himself that he wasn't going. He didn't see the point. Aimless chat that lead to nowhere, mixed with barbaric demigods, the thought made his eyes roll back into his head.

then why was he going

It was stupid, such a stupid idea for him. Dom didn't know the first rule about parties (hell if there even were set rules) but something was just nudging him to go. It wasn't everyday that Dom just did whatever a little odd feeling said but for the tiniest moment he had hoped it was his mom. That somewhere she was just thinking about him, and pushed him to go try something new. He knew it was farfetched, and his mother was a bitch, but that slightest inclination gave him the strangest courage.

There were some problems, Dom didn't know what to wear, when to show up, or what to do. Great start Frosty, he thought pessimistically as he rummaged through his closet. Even though the nudge had given him the will to go, it didn't give him the will to stand out. For a while he contemplated asking Raven, but he didn't even know what to say. Things were already awkward between him and the girl who he recently learned was his half-sister. After a while, he just settled on a casual outfit, dark colors, plain. Perfect.

He waited a while, for it to get dark before finally venturing towards the beach. He slowed his pace to a walk as he tried to go through all the possible scenarios in his head. Dread started to set in as he thought about the party, and several times he almost turned around. Still, there was something just pushing him to try, and he secretly, deep down, he wanted to, just maybe. Dom was so caught up in his scattered thoughts that he wasn't paying any attention to his path and bumped into the person walking in front of him. He wasn't going fast enough to completely knock them over but enough to make them drop their book. Book? This person must have the same distaste in parties that he had.

Domonik raised his head to the girl that he had accidentally bumped into. His face flushed slightly as he realized he had seen her around camp before. A daughter of Eris, but he couldn't recall her name. She was... beautiful in a non-traditional way, but Dom knew well enough to not approach her. Not only was he rubbish with talking in general, but he knew well enough beautiful and himself didn't mix.

He quickly picked up her book, his nervous emotions causing the front cover to freeze a little at his touch. He rather awkwardly shoved the book into her (not outstretched hands), flinching slightly when his hand brushed against hers. He hated the idea of coming into contact with others due to his icy skin, it made him terribly insecure. With as much avoidance of eye contact as possible he muttered a quick and incoherent, "erhm here" before turning and hightailing it down the trail to the bonfire.

This was going great already.

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#2018-01-09 23:37:00, as written by mjolnir

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"You know, you're lucky I like you. And if any environmentalist tries to have a go why there's a cigarette in the water, I'm throwing you under the bus."

"Don't think I won't drag you down with me," Andy said, pointing her index finger at him accusingly. She slipped her hands into her pockets as they walked towards the main hub of the party.

"I was here earlier than you, on the beach, everyone's seen my face or back at least, doesn't that count as attendance?"

"Of course it does," Andy mused, playfully bumping her shoulder against Mason's. "But, if I have to struggle through this party... So, do you."

Andy sighed softly as they got closer to the fire, glancing at all the faces familiar and new. Her gaze drifted over towards Mason, witnessing a menacing smirk on his lips. She did a double take before he spoke. "What game is it going to be tonight? Another truth or dare? Spin the bottle?" He then started shimming his shoulders.

Andy laughs, raising her hands to cover her mouth as she watches him. "I think I'm going to stay away from the whole game situation." She didn't know if she could handle another game of truth or dare. Not that it was bad last year. She could do any dare people wanted, but she wasn't feeling the need to be utterly truthful. And spin the bottle isn't a game for someone in a relationship... Not if she wanted to keep it anyways.

It seemed that Mason's whole playful demeanor faded almost instantly. Andy's gaze followed his, which was focused on Ajax. She sighed softly, glancing down at her feet. She wasn't going to say anything. Mason had every reason to hate Ajax, especially Alex. A bump from his shoulder got her attention, causing Andy to look over at him. "I'll behave and stay right here. You know, if you want to be a real girl and talk and socialize."

Andy smiled slightly. "When have I ever been a real girl?" She raised a hand up to scratch her head, before running her fingers through her hair. "But I do need a drink," she said, tapping her nose with her index finger and then pointed towards the drinks. "You should socialize... You might make more friends." She bumped him with her hip before heading towards the bar. "Just don't forget who your best friend is," Andy teased, calling back towards him over her shoulder.

As she walked towards the bar, Andy conjured a shot in her right hand. She downed it as she made her way around the fire. She didn't want to interrupt the conversations, so moved to stand behind Ajax. Andy grabbed herself a beer, popping it open and taking a drink. She overheard Ajax talking to Emery. As he talked to her, Andy made funny faces, playfully mocking him towards Emery while he couldn't see.

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Wes quickly pivoted around when he heard someone coming up the porch. “Just for old time's sake I guess. Because you know, I don't actually like your company.” He chuckled, and as he leaned in to kiss her cheek he was met by her shirt. “Does that smell?” Wes held his breath instead of attempting to not cringe at Trinity's sweaty shirt. She then opened the door, waving him into her cabin.

"I don't know... Shoving a ripe sweaty shirt in a guy's face is a quick way to show you don't like his company," Wes teased as he slowly entered her cabin.

“You got your boardies? Board shorts?” she asked him before disappearing back into her room.

Wes looked down at his legs, then back towards her bedroom door. "Didn't know I was going to be thrown into the ocean." He chuckled, tugging at his jeans slightly. "I have boxers on if the need to swim is aroused."

After a moment or two, Trinity came back out and smiled towards him. Wes couldn't help but smile back. She was beautiful just the way she was. Not like how the other girls tried to always look nice, but in her own element. He liked her just the way she was, true authentic Trinity. “Now we can go.”

Wes held the door open for her, before following her down the porch. As they started walking, he draped his left arm over her shoulders. He wasn't in any rush to get to the party. Not that he doesn't like parties but he also liked the time just with Trinity. Call him selfish, but it's true.

“You know, we can make you a non-loser. All you'd have to do is beat me in an arm wrestle.”

"Oh man, Ken Doll has been upgraded to loser." Wes chuckled, lightly bumping his hip against Trinity. "I don't know if the nicknames could get much better than that."

“I remember, you specifically said, 'I'd wrestle with you any day' ”

Wes sighed softly as he let out a weak laugh. "Pretty sure that was old asshole Wes who said that." He raised his hand a little, playfully flexing it before letting it relax against her shoulder again. "Could you handle all of this? This arm has been doing the work of two arms for quite sometime now. I may not be a fighter, but I do have some muscles."

The music from the party could be heard as they near the beach. He looked down at Trinity, smiling slightly. "I'll make you a deal. I'll arm wrestle you, and if I win... You go on a real official date with me." Wes smiled, nudging her. "And if you win...?

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Sloane walked slowly, very slowly towards the beach. Maybe if she was lucky enough, by the time she reached the beach, the party would be over. Most of the other campers were rushing towards the party, bobbing and weaving around her like she was just some tree in their way. That was fine by her. She'd rather be invisible than have them actually try to socialize with her. She turned the page in her book only to have someone bump into the back of her, causing her to drop her book.

Sloane steadied herself so she also didn't fall over. She slowly turned around, glancing over her shoulder towards whomever bumped into her. Domonik Einarsson. She had seen him around, and he was about as social as she is. She was half surprised the guy didn't trip over her. He was tall, very tall. Being as short as she is, someone that tall could hurdle her. Sloane noticed that he was handsome in an unusual way. Like the kind of way most people wouldn't notice, especially because of his parentage... And the fact that he was staring.

She didn't know what to say or do. Sloane brushed a strand of hair behind her ear before leaning down to pick up her book. But, Dom beat her to it, quickly snatching her book up from the ground. He then shoved the book towards her. "erhm here" Her brow raised slightly when his hand brushed hers. His skin icy cold. Not in an uncomfortable or alarming way, but almost in a odd familiar way.

When she looked back up, Dominik was gone, hightailing it towards the beach. Sloane stood there dumfounded. When her gaze fell back down to the book in her hands, she noticed the cover was slightly frozen. She lightly ran the tips of her fingers along the ice. She sighed, adjusting her bag on her shoulder before she continued towards the beach.

As Sloane stepped out from the tree line, she felt the strong urge to immediately turn around and head back to her cabin. Her fingers absent-mindedly chipped away at the ice on the cover of her book as she scanned the crowd of people. She weaved her way between people, looking for somewhere to sit that would opt for minimal human contact. But before she made it out of the crowd, someone snatched her book from her hands.

Sloane went to reach out and take her book back, but froze when she saw it was Sylas. He pursed his lips, looking over the frozen cover. "What happened here?"

She held out her hand. "Give it back."

"Ice?" He turned the book over, studying it. Sylas looked up, scanning the party until his gaze fell to the two Khione kids. His brow quirked as he held the book back out towards her. As Sloane reached out to grab it, Sylas took a step towards her, lowering his voice. "They're powerful. Useful with the right... Leverage." Sloane snatched the book away from him. She went to walk past Sylas, but he stopped her by grabbing her arm. "Take care of that."

Sloane shoved past her brother, holding her book tightly to her chest. She made her way to the edge of the water, stopping a few feet away from the current. She sighed, removing her bag from her shoulder and taking a seat on the soft sand. She reached down, unbuckling her shoes, pulling them off. Her toes wiggled their way into the sand, as she picked off the last bit of ice from her book.

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“'Scuse me, Sylas,” Harley said as she moved around him for a drink. After she got her drink, she gave him a silent cheers which Sylas raised his beer in a similar fashion to. He propped himself against the bar, taking a long drink of his beer, watching everyone move about throughout the party. His gaze continually finding its way back to his sister that made no attempt to mingle at all.

Sylas sighed, drinking the remainder of his beer. He never understood his sister's reluctance to do when their mother trained her to do. One thing that their mother told them never to do, was use their abilities against each other. If that wasn't the case, Sylas couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't persuade her. Eventually, she'd realize that its blood first and when that day came, he'd be waiting. Until then, just like he watched others, he also paid equal attention to Sloane.... Just waiting for the right leverage.

His attention was pulled towards the group near the bar when he heard Theo mention thoughts. Sylas smiled, walking over towards him. He patted Theo on the right shoulder. "Hey man, did I hear something about shots?" He nodded his head in greetings towards the others standing by the bar.

Sylas stood there quietly, listening as Ajax asked Emery about her thoughts in regards to camp. Home? hilarious. He'd feel more at home in a broom closet than at camp. But he didn't show that on his face, just smiling and nodding his head. He couldn't help but chuckle as he saw Andy teasingly mocking Ajax behind his back.

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#2018-01-18 20:58:18, as written by mjolnir

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"What?" Ajax said before turning around to be faced by Andy teasing him. She couldn't help but get a cheeky grin, giggling. "You're lucky you are cute." His hand raised so that his thumb stroked her cheek. Andy leaned her head into his touch slightly.

When Ajax's gaze shifted over to Mason, Andy tried her best not to sigh and pull away. Instead, finishing off her beer. She was exhausted of the feud between her best friend and her boyfriend. She understood both sides of their animosity, but that didn't make it any easier for her being in the middle. Her gaze was drawn back to Ajax when he began speaking. "Will you be playing spin the bottle?"

Andy's gaze drifted over towards the growing group of campers, getting ready to play spin the bottle. She raised her right hand to scratch her head. "I won't stop you if you want to." Andy quirked her brow towards him, before looking back towards the crowd. She couldn't help but get a slight uneasy feeling when she saw one of the campers practically fawning over Mason. All she hoped was that those girls watch themselves, because if they hurt her best friend, she'd crack some skulls.

She cleared her throat, smiling up to Ajax. "Don't think I'm in the mood to smack lips with half of the camp tonight." Andy made her way around the bar, pouring herself one of the shots Theo was handing out. She shot the Artemis son a wink, before looking back towards Ajax. "Out of all the parties I've been to since I came to camp, I don't think I've actually enjoyed one of them." With that, she downed the shot, slamming the glass down on the bar. "So, I'm going to enjoy myself."

With that, Andy grabbed herself a fresh beer and popped the cap. "But if you wanna play, go for it." Was that the truth? Not really. The idea of other girls or guys kissing on Ajax was the last thought she wanted on her mind. But, she wasn't the type to tell anyone what they should or shouldn't do, regardless of how she feels about it. Andy walked over to Ajax, moving to her tip toes, placing a tender kiss on his cheek while patting his chest.

Drink in hand, Andy made her way towards a group of campers that were dancing near the music. As she got closer, she took a drink and started to sway her hips. She melted her way into the group, dancing and swaying with them.

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Trinity nearly stopped walking all together at the comment of a date. “An official date.” Well this wasn't the response that Wes wanted. His gaze fell to his feet. “Sounds serious.” He laughed weakly, clicking his tongue in his mouth. “If I win, you be my slave for 24 hours. I know, bit of a lack of imagination on my part. But it's flexible for me.”

Wes nodded his head, agreeing to the terms. "Alright. You're on, tomorrow... We arm wrestle."

"Spin the bottle anyone?"

“You can go teach the freshies how it's done.”

Wes' brows furrowed as he looked down at Trinity. He let his arm slowly fall from her shoulders, slipping his hand back into his pocket. "I think I'm ok. Plus, I don't want it to land on my sister... That's gross."

“Who knows, you might end up on Alex." Ouch. His jaw clenched tightly. Was she still holding a grudge about last years bonfire? He didn't say anything, or let his facial expression show. Instead, remaining quiet. “Lots of, uh, you know...'cuties' this year.”

Wes was left standing there kind of dumbfounded as Trinity disappeared into the party. He sighed, rubbing the back of his head. For being the son of Aphrodite, women confused the hell out of him. The fiery blonde seemed to blow so hot and cold with him, that he didn't know what to do. He couldn't help but wonder if their kiss at the end of last year was out of pity or sympathy for is injury, instead of feelings. He sighed, trying not to think about it.

He wasn't in the mood to sit in a circle and kiss a bunch of people, and Trinity was at the bar with Harley. So, Wes walked over to the snack table, grabbing a marshmallow and a stick. He then walked over towards the bonfire, sitting down on a log and got to toasting.

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Sloane overheard the cheers and gathering campers preparing to play spin the bottle. She had to fight the urge not to gag at the thought. Such a dumb, pointless game that high schoolers and horny teenagers took place in. She never understood the appeal in having to kiss a random person because the bottle just happened to land on them. Sounds like a quick way to cause drama... or get the flu. Either way, she was going to stay where she was.

She had just started to get engrossed in her book once again, when she heard footsteps approaching, a little too close for comfort. Sloane looked up from her book, just then realizing she was sitting a dozen or so feet away from the guy who froze her book. But her view was quickly cut off by some evident Aphrodite daughter. What was it with Aphrodite kids and their need to go after people who wanted absolutely nothing to do with them.

"Hey there, I thought you could use one of these." The girl held out a drink towards Dom.

"No."

Sloane closed the book, holding the place with her finger. She leaned forward, peaking around the girls legs to gauge Dom's expression. When he looked away, she figured the girl would have walked away. But apparently, not.

"What? No? I don't get a thank you at least?" Sloane's gaze didn't waver when Dom gave his best resting bitch face towards the girl. "Nothing? Alright. Fine. Might as well take the drink then."

The girl went to throw the drink at him, which Sloane thought was a bit dramatic. She was half tempted to chuck her book at the back of the girl's head. That's what she would have done if a guy was treating her the way that dumb girl was treating Dom. Some people just like their alone time... How hard is that for people to understand. But before the drink could get on Dom, he froze the liquid as it hit the sand.

The whole situation obviously startled the girl. She took a step back, and Sloane's gaze fell to the girl's shoe when she heard a snap, losing her heel in the sand. Stupid mistake, most women know to put all their weight on their toes when wearing stilettos in sand and grass. But, she didn't expect the girl to completely lose her balance. Sloane squealed softly, scooting over to avoid being squished. She held up her book like it was the only thing to defend herself from collapsing Aphrodite girl.

Sloane chuckled softly, a slight curve of her mouth into a smirk as the girl limp-stomped her way over towards the party. Her gaze slowly drifted back over towards Dom, her gaze widening slightly and cheeks flushing when she made eye contact with him. She bit on her lip, opening her book back up. She wasn't able to read another sentence, before the water's current seemed to raise. It caught her attention when the cold water reached her feet. Sloane gasped, grabbing her heels in her left hand, scooting back in the sand, trying not to get wet.

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"Yeah man. Straight whiskey. I'll take another round if you want a couple." Theo poured him and Sylas two shots each. Sylas smiled, reaching out to grab his shots, but before he grabbed a hold of them, another hand showed up, snagging one of them.

Sylas gaze drifted towards a very attractive man. He didn't even bother arguing when the brunette took the shot, downing it quickly while keeping intent eye contact with him. "Thanks," he said, setting the shot glass down before giving Sylas a wink.

Instead of following after him right away, Sylas leaned against the bar, watching him walk away. And was it a nice sight to see. He looked over towards Theo with a grin. "Well, I guess that's my invitation to spin the bottle." He lightly nudged Theo with his elbow. Sylas pushed off the bar and started towards the growing circle of people. "You should join... Who knows, you might get to kiss me." Sylas teased with a teasing wink.

Before joining the party, he couldn't help but sense some of the awkward animosity burrowed deep with the Hecate daughter. He didn't have to try to hard to sense it involved Mason and Ajax. He tried not to smirk out of amusement as he started to work his magic. Slowly, very slowly, he let the slightest hint of envy and jealous ooze out towards the three. Just a nudge. If he did it too quickly, it'd be evident and they'd know that it wasn't themselves. But the slow burn is almost like the effects of alcohol, unnoticeable until it's too far.

Sylas slid his hands into his pockets, slowly striding towards the spin the bottle game. Instead of seeming too overly eager or anything else, he took a spot in the circle almost directly across from the guy who stole his shot. He sat down, but couldn't help his gaze from lingering back towards the male on multiple occasions. This game was the perfect opportunity to observe... And slowly poison others with negative emotions. This was going to be fun.

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#2018-01-22 06:24:06, as written by purpletorment

gwendolyn greer

poseidon • #E1A391 • casual

Gwen's eyes followed the bottle as it slowed and eventually stopped on Annie. "Oh easy!" Kalani spoke and planted a quick kiss on the Annie's lips. Maybe I'm overthinking this... Gwen thought as she shifted nervously in the sand. If Kalani thought it was a breeze why couldn't she?

"Hey...I'm a little late to the beginning, hope you don't mind an extra player," Gwen looked up to the ever-graceful Emery as she squeezed into the spot next to Gwen in the sand. She was grateful to have another one of her closer friends for more support in the circle. "Are we having fun tonight, Gwen? Hi, Nik," Emery looked like she had more on her agenda than just playing the game and making small talk, but Gwen decided not to elaborate on her suspicions. "I was until Nik dragged me into the Satan circle. I'm not good at these things Em, I'm going to look like a beached puffer if I have to kiss anyone... a beached puffer!!" She whispered to the girl, quite aggressively. Em obviously didn't take her plea for help seriously as she let out a quiet giggle and nudged Gwen in the side. "If you had to choose someone here to kiss, who would it be?" The question completely blindsided Gwen as her cheeks burned a rosy color. "What? I don't know -" It was partially true. While she trusted Emery, she was too embarrassed to just blabber away with all the campers she found attractive, especially with one.

However, her eyes deceived her as she couldn't help but survey the circle. She didn't even notice that he had joined the circle. Her eyes lingered on Theo for a mere moment, before she realized she was staring and looked back at the sand. She had noticed the charming son of Artemis the second she had arrived at camp. On the outside he was fun and endearing, not to mention incredibly handsome. However, there was something else there that Gwen couldn't quite figure out, but she noticed it. He seemed a little strained sometimes, like he was holding a lot of stuff in, she couldn't imagine what he had gone through last year.

"Xena, my love, you got something for me?"

Lise brought her back into the moment, and she turned abruptly to Em trying to put on her best poker face. She couldn't exactly reveal to Emery that Gwen would probably want to kiss her newfound brother. Awkward, right? So she tried avoiding the subject altogether by directing it back at Emery. "That's like asking me to pick a favorite food, I can't chose. I mean, who would you pick?"

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domonik einarsson

khione • #90A6A6 • casual

Dom watched the girl stumble through the uneven sand in her broken heel, his eyebrow still raised in a state of amusement. As his eyes followed her he noticed another girl sitting in the sand. And she was staring. At him.

She broke eye contact quickly and looked back at her book, when it clicked. The daughter of Eris, the same on he had bumped into earlier. He was slightly comforted to see he hadn't entirely damaged her book, but it looked like the universe had other plans. The tide began to pick up, and he watched as the water reached the edge of her heels startling her. She scooted a couple inches back, however, it wasn't enough to escape the tide.

He stood rather abruptly and took a couple steps towards her, and flicked his wrist. Just as the tide was about to probably soak her it froze in place. You could hear it crack as the water around her crystalized into ice, forming a U shape around her feet. "Are you alright? The tide can be pretty unruly at this time of night" He shifted his weight back and forth, from foot to foot, this was uncharted territory for him. However, there was something about her that separated her from everyone else, if he was being honest she reminded him of himself. He didn't know whether that was a good or bad thing. "I'm Domonik. Dom"It was his attempt at starting a conversation with her, a seemingly normal one. He hoped.

He unconsciously reached out a hand to help her up, realizing his stupid mistake when his hand was already outstretched. It would've been cruel for him to take it back, but he knew she had already felt how cold his skin was earlier and was most likely repulsed. However, he left his hand out in the air, and just simply waited for her to decide to take it or not.

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mateo lopez

hera • #CDA200 • casual

Mateo grinned at his sister as she came to sit next to him in the circle. "So, who do you want to land on you?" He half-smirked at her opening question, she just got straight to the point. He would've done the same if he had spoken first. At the beginning of the night he most likely would've answered that question with a, 'whoever's willing'. Very man-whorish of himself, but he knew he wasn't the only one thinking that. He treated flirting as a game, not in a conniving way, although he couldn't help if it came out that way, but rather just for fun. "Well, if everything went as planned, he should be coming to sit in this circle in just a second" He winked at Adrianna and looked back to the circle to see Sylas making his way over, his eyes trained directly on Mateo. Blunt. He liked it.

He leaned over and whispered in Adrianna's ear, "Hook. Line. And Sinker. As my father used to say" His eyes followed Slylas's as the boy boldly sat directly across from him."You're not the only one with some game sis, also don't think I don't see you trying to catch the Dark Lord's eye" He chuckled and flicked a quick glance in Mason's direction. "I'm shocked you got him over here, seemed like a real stick to me, but he is handsome. Just be careful alright? You never know with those Hades kids" He said to her quietly. He turned his gaze back to the circle, watching as Kalani went, kissing Annie innocently on the lips.

He caught Sylas's eye several times, and he couldn't help but smirk. He suddenly wished he was a child of Nemesis, he'd know exactly how to bend the luck into his favor.

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#2018-01-22 08:04:16, as written by mjolnir

andromeda bolton
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Andy made quick work of the beer in her hand as she flowed with the music. When the bottle was empty, she simply conjured it away instead of having to stop to find a trash can. She closed her eyes, letting herself be taken by the music. Since the war, she's had so many heavy burdens on her shoulders that she forgot what it was like to just... Live. It was kind of liberating. She could feel the tension just roll off her shoulders as the alcohol soaked into her system. One night without inhibitions, pain and sadness.

She rocked back and forth with the campers around her, letting her body sway to the beat of the music. Andy's rhythmic movements momentarily dulled when she felt hands slide over her hips. She ran a hand back through her hair as she glanced over her shoulder to see who it was. If it was anyone other than Ajax, he would kill them. But, a soft smile graced her lips when she saw it was him as he pulled her back towards him.

Andy moved her body in sync with his, her left hand resting on top of his, sliding her fingers between his. Her body melted into his arms as they swayed together. Sometimes Andy forgot what it was like being in his arms. They both were always so consumed with other things. Ajax with the camp and herself with all her inner struggles. They rarely got to just be together and enjoy each other's presence.

"Can I come to your cabin tonight?" he asked. Ajax's voice was deep and raw, but still tender.

It took a moment for Ajax's question to actually sink it. When it did, it took everything Andy had not to stop dead in her tracks like a deer in headlights. Her heart skipped a beat, then pounded uncontrollably. She started growing lightheaded, unsure if it was from the alcohol or the question. They've gone to each others' cabins numerous times, at all hours. But, this was more than a surface level question. They've been together awhile, but their relationship hadn't reached that level yet. There were many reasons why she should have said no. But, one reason why she should say yes. Something she hadn't admitted to herself or verbalized.

Her head continued to spin, but Andy let her body lean back into his to stabilize herself without making her dizziness evident. She moved her right hand back, hooking it around his neck, curling her fingers in his hair. She slowly looked back over her shoulder, glancing up at Ajax. After exhaling, she nodded her head, whispering back, "...Yeah." Once she said it, Andy felt a wave of emotions overcome her: anxiety, excitement, fear and nausea. But, she didn't let her face show it. She just held Ajax's gaze as she danced with him.

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Wes stared intently at the marshmallow stuck at the end of his stick. He didn't realize that he was kind of in a daze, and that the puffy pillow was burning until he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Hope you don't mind if I join you for a little bit."

"Not at all." He motioned for her to have a seat before pulling the stick from the fire, quickly blowing out the flames on the marshmallow. "I wanted it extra toasty," he lied, making an excuse for his daydreaming. He brought the burnt treat to his mouth, taking a bite causing the goopy white fluff to make a mess around his mouth.

"Something on your mind?" Alex asked after taking a seat beside him.

Wes finished the marshmallow, then used his thumb to wipe the sticky remnants from his mouth. "I have officially found a down side to having only one arm," he said while motioning the stick towards her. "I can't make a proper s'more. I can toast a marshmallow like no one's business, obviously," he chuckled weakly. "But you can't properly squish the melted bastard between graham crackers and chocolate with one hand. My life of campfire snacks is reduced to charred white goop on a stick... With lord knows what on it." He raised the stick towards his face, furrowing his brows as he inspected it.

After a weak laugh and shrug of his shoulders, Wes started stoking the bonfire with his stick, growing silent for a long while. He sighed. "That... And you know, the pity," he said with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. He kept poking the stick into the fire, not looking over at Alex. He was skirting around the truth. Not that he had any issue telling Alex anything. But, more that he didn't feel like getting into it when anyone could eavesdrop on their conversation.

His attention was drawn over towards the spin the bottle game when he heard giggling and laughter. Wes didn't realize until that moment that Trinity had joined the game, which gave him a sinking feeling in his stomach. He looked back to the fire, trying to ignore it until the next round was up. "Xena, my love. You got something for me?" He couldn't help the distasteful glare he was probably shooting towards the game. For some reason it angered him, hearing someone else call Trinity, Xena. He teasingly called her that about as much as he called her blondie. But those were his nicknames. Hearing someone else use them made his stomach turn.

Wes shoved the stick into the sand. He then removed his beanie, running his hand back through his hair. He finally looked over towards Alex, giving her a slight bump with his shoulder, attempting his best smile. "Go on back to your kissing game," he said, motioning his hand towards the spin the bottle game. "I'm fine." Wes knew he probably was overthinking things. He'd tell Alex about it later that night when they were alone or tomorrow. After all, it was a party. She should be having fun, not consoling her friend.

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Sloane was ready to accept her fate with the tide. It's not like it was obscenely cold or anything, but she definitely wasn't in the mood to get wet. Just when the current was about to reach her feet, the water froze. It arched around her in the shape of a horseshoe, cracking as it turned to ice. Her jaw dropped as she sat there in the sand with her book clutched to her chest.

She looked upwards towards the tall, dark boy that froze her book. Her gaze shifted back and forth between the frozen water and him. "Are you alright? The tide can be pretty unruly at this time of night" Sloane didn't know what to say, staring up at him as he shifted back and forth. He was the first person to really talk to her since she arrived at camp... Which left her speechless and dumbfounded. "I'm Domonik. Dom"

Dom then reached his hand out towards her, presumably to help her up. She swallowed, looking between his eyes and hand. After a moment, Sloane hooked her left fingers in the back strap of her heels, then used the same hand to hold her book to her chest. She hesitantly extended her hand, placing her palm in his. Dom's skin was chilled, not cold like ice but cool like an autumn breeze, soft and refreshing. Her fingers wrapped around his hand, grasping it firmly as he helped her to her feet.

Sloane felt unbelievably short standing beside him without her heels on. She looked over at the water then back towards him. "Thanks... It's the first time I've actually been to the beach. Makes sense that it tries to eat me." She flashed him a weak smile. When she looked down, she realized she was still holding his hand. Her cheeks flushed as her gaze darted up to meet his. "I'm Sloane, she said, giving his hand an awkward shake before releasing it.

After a second, she cleared her throat, brushing loose hair behind her ears. "I don't have any nicknames... Unless you count the names some of the campers call me." Sloane quickly bit her lip. Why did she say that? That wasn't important or necessary information. She was mentally kicking herself. This is why she was antisocial. As she stood there, holding her book and shoes, she could feel eyes on her. She glanced around, most of the campers engaged in their own activities. But then she saw the broken heeled Aphrodite girl glaring at her. Sloane's brows furrowed into a distasteful, disgusted bitch face.

She must have looked particularly menacing or something, because the girl promptly scurried away, disappearing into a crowd of campers. Sloane briefly smiled to herself, before turning her attention back towards Dom. "I uh... take it you don't like parties either?" Dumb question, but she had no idea what to say. She didn't necessarily feel awkward in his presence. If anything, his social ineptness was similar to her own. She just wasn't used to really talking to anyone other than Sylas and her mother... Which isn't much to go off of.

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Sylas opted for more of a backseat role in the spin the bottle game. Observing was more of his forte rather than partaking. Of course, if and when the bottle landed on him, he'd make quite a show of it. Particularly if a tantalizing brunette across the way was the fate's chosen victim. Who was he to protest? After all, it's for the sport of the game.

He leaned back, stretching his arms out behind himself to support his weight. His long legs extended before him, crossing at the ankles. Sylas didn't quite see the enjoyment in girl on girl kissing like some other males do. It didn't get him all hot and bothered. Anyone kissing was just kissing in his eyes. The only kind that got him excited was when it included himself. Plus, the kiss between Kalani and Annie was anything but steamy. Seven minutes in heaven would be more exciting than watching a bunch of girl's kissing each other like five year old school girls.

But, the one thing that continued to hold his attention was the attractive gent that he sat across from. Sylas was by no means blind, and intentionally met the guy's gaze whenever he looked towards him. Spin the bottle or not, he had every intention on pursuing that. He had plump lips that looked like the prefect specimen for kissing. And if his suggestive looks said anything, it wouldn't end at just a kiss. Not that Sylas minded... At all.

Oh boy. Another girl landed on... You guessed it, another girl. Sylas tried to keep from actually rolling his eyes, although it was tempting. As if he didn't like Lise enough, her whole demeanor about the kiss was just, bleh. So far, this was the most boring game of spin the bottle. He came for the drama... And the hot boy. Nothing even remotely close to what he wanted was happening. Of course, his face showed a different story. Half seductive glances towards the main reason he joined, and half fake amusement, pretending like he actually enjoyed this game.

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#2018-01-26 05:02:56, as written by purpletorment

domonik einarsson

khione • #90A6A6 • casual

Dom got increasingly more nervous as she looked between his eyes and his hands. What am I doing He thought miserably, and almost took his hand back when he felt the lightest-feather touch of her palm in his hand. He was ~~shocked~~ ~~surprised~~ ~~terrified~~, he didn't know how he felt. Even his own father was uncomfortable with the temperature of Dom's skin, he couldn't remember the last time someone willingly didn't mind the cold. She squeezed his hand slightly and he came back to the present helping her carefully to her feet.

Dom felt unbelievably tall standing beside her. "Thanks... It's the first time I've actually been to the beach. Makes sense that it tries to eat me." He let out a low chuckle, it was quiet, but still there. He followed her gaze down to their hands, which happened to still be intertwined. Her face flushed a very pretty rose color and the tips of Dom's ears reddened slightly along with her. He hadn't even noticed they were still holding hands. "I'm Sloane". She gave his hand an awkward shake before releasing it, to Dom's slight disappointment. Sloane. He bounced the name a couple times around in his head. It was a Gaelic name, warrior. Even though Dom hadn't known her for more than a couple minutes he felt like it fit her well. "I don't have any nicknames... Unless you count the names some of the campers call me." He shifted footing as he recalled the murmurs around camp about the Eris children. Her brother fit in pretty well, but Sloane didn't follow in suit. He understood how she felt, there were a few choice campers that had already given him a few names. He wanted to freeze them all into statutes.

Dom could tell she was a little uncomfortable, probably due to the heaviness of her statement. He watched her eyes drift self-consciously to the other campers, one of which being the girl Dom had scared away. "I like it. Your name, I like your name. I mean, it's one of those names that doesn't need a nickname. It can hold its own." Gods. Did he forget how to speak? He mainly wanted to get her to stop focusing on the other campers, they were all ignorant anyway.

"I uh... take it you don't like parties either?" He shoved his hands into his pockets, and let out a small, short laugh. "Is it that easy to tell? I guess, I'm not doing a great job of hiding how much I don't belong here", he looked down at the sand breaking eye contact, "If I'm being honest, I've tried to talk myself into leaving several times. I don't know what's keeping me here, or I mean maybe I do now". He dug his foot in the sand slightly, why did he say that. "Why are you here? You're the first person I've meet that has brought reading material to a party" He shifted the attention back to her and smiled slightly looking down at the book he had turned into a popsicle earlier.

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#2018-01-26 17:08:06, as written by Fabricator

[Isobel Logan] - [#800020] - [Mood]

When she'd first been sneaking down the beach she had spotted a few others engaged in their own activities and had made sure to edge away from them as best she could. Especially since once she'd begun to build her little castle, though it had by now expanded to cover a several feet in all directions, her main focus had become divided between that and her food. Even so she had caught glimpses of a commotion some distance, primarily due to the sound of people crying out as they fell or in the case of one girl being surrounded by water which promptly froze as another camper seemed to have intervened.

”I should have brought a book... if I had any to bring.” She muttered to herself, mouth half-full of bread before she rolled her eyes and lightly brushed her fingers over what remained on her plate. In moments it had expanded to a slightly more varied selection, including a haggis on a skewer and venison steaks in buns lathered in whisky sauce. There was also one or two jam donuts as she was craving something sweet to counteract the rather bland taste of the beer.

Deciding it was best to leave them be she changed her focus back towards the sea and smiled a little to herself as she listened to the gentle lapping of the waves. As relaxing as it most certainly was she couldn't help but feel somewhat antsy as if she should be doing something more, not entirely sure if that was in part due to having been cooped up for so long or because being out here felt exposed. Either way she started glancing around at the crunch of footsteps on the sand to her other side where another girl, clearly amused by something given the laughter she was barely trying to hide was settling down with her back towards the water. Isobel mused that she was sitting hopefully far enough back otherwise a repeat of earlier might end quite differently without another ice man to save her as he had the other demigod.

The thought puzzled her at first mainly because while it had been explained to her and she herself had felt entirely at ease drawing on her gifts down here by the beach it still felt strange to think that they were all like her, all different yet the same in a way. Perhaps she wasn't as alone as she thought even though it felt like it right now as she huddled behind her sand-castle walls. She glanced down and brushed her eyes, rubbing at them to stop herself from crying and taking a deep breath to centre herself.
As she looked around trying to stifle the rising tide of emotion she caught sight of another of their number approaching with the firelight of the bonfire casting him as silhouette without any real identity. Though, no, that wasn't quite true. He was easily identifying even if she didn't know who he was. The camp councillor had mentioned that even here wasn't entirely safe and that many of the other demigods had been through similar incidents as what had brought Isobel to them, and that some scars were more noticeable than others. The sight of this one armed figured cast against the flickering flame intrigued her and she wondered if he might be the one to save the other girl from the rising tide.

The symmetry of her sitting equally between two pairs of lovers, one of hottest flame and the other of coldest ice caused her to giggle a little at the absurdity of such poetic existence. ”If only life was as simple as stories" She mumbled before sighing at the thought and shifting to get a better look at the one-armed figure and the chuckling girl. Carefully lifting a pile of sand in front of her she shifted the walls of her castle aside as it began to reshape under her guiding touch. In moments a pair of glass statues roughly a third in scale of their counterparts danced across the battlements and over the moat for Isobels amusement. They seemed to be doing so with added flare, perhaps in defiance of the fact that they mirrored an event that would probably never happen given that the two figures stood almost half a beach apart if not more.

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#2018-01-27 01:25:40, as written by mjolnir

andromeda bolton
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Ajax had his answer, moving his hand up to cup to jaw gently. He slowly moved around her, until he was standing before Andy. His gaze never faltering from her own. His hand then slid down her arm, until his own arms rested at his sides. With his forehead to hers, she extended her right hand slightly, taking hold of his forearm, stroking his skin with her thumb. The girl's brows furrowed slightly as she took note of his labored breathing and subtle grin.

"I love you..." he whispered.

Andy's heart skipped a beat. Or did it stop? She couldn't tell. Her quickly fell out of sync, causing her to stumble. Her hands quickly took hold of Ajax's upper arms, attempting to steady herself. She couldn't help the tsunami that crashed into her. The past year had been such a rollercoaster, making her confused more than anything about how Ajax truly felt. But her own heart never wavered. Hearing those words effected her more than Andy had ever imagined. Her hands gripped to his arms like her life line from drowning in the overwhelming emotions. Tears began to build in her eyes, no matter how hard she fought them.

Her right moved to his chest, while her gaze fell to her fingers. Andy's hand grasped at his shirt as she tried to steady her breathing. With her hand upon him, she felt his own heart racing nearly as fast as hers was. She couldn't help but smile slightly to herself. She looked up at him, up into those dark warm eyes. At first she parted her lips, but nothing came out. A single tear ran down her cheek as she took a deep breath, before whispering back up at him. "And I love you."

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"I'll pass... truth is, I joined for one reason and one reason only." That wasn't all that surprising. Most people only joined spin the bottle in hopes of getting a chance to kiss the object of their affection. Wes didn't have to be Aphrodite's son to notice that, but it did help. He also wasn't blind at noticing something was also on her mind, no doubt similar to his own struggles.

"I... I have to tell you something." Wes quirked his brow, turning his head towards her. He didn't say anything, instead waiting and listening while drawing circles in the sand with his stick. "I.... I'm falling in love."

He chuckled, a slight smile tugging at his mouth. "I know." Love was like a flashing alarm. It was black and white to him. He could feel it like the wind. The strength of the breeze growing with the force of the love. Standing near Andy and Ajax was like standing in the middle of a hurricane, while sitting beside Alex was like a cool autumn's breeze.

"I just... I'm scared of telling them. I don't want to like, make things awkward for them."

Wes sighed, tossing his stick into the fire. He tried not to look, but curiosity got the best of him and his glance drifted back over towards the spin the bottle game. Of course, at the completely wrong time. He sucked in his lips between his teeth as he closed his eyes. It was just a game, right? Then why did that sight bother him so much? Trinity wasn't his and he had no right to be put off by it. But, seeing her lock lips with Theo... Hurt. Safe to say, he'd rather lose his other arm than have to watch that again. Before looking back to Alex, his gaze drifted towards his sister who stared at him as if she already knew. He gave his best attempt at a smile, then returned his attention back to his present company.

"You should tell him," Wes finally said. "'What if's can be the death of you... But, at least when you get how you feel out in the open, you're never left wondering. You've said your piece and the ball is in their court." He shrugged his shoulders. "No matter what happens, you have the security in knowing you did all you can do."

Wes slid his hand into the front pocket of his jeans while crossing his ankles out before him. "I may be an idiot... Pining after a girl who most likely sees me no differently than you do." He looks over at Alex, his expression half amused at the truth of himself and half sad. Ironic how romance and love never seems quite as easy for himself. You think it would be due to his parentage, but if anything, that just makes the absence of it hurt more. "But," he held up an index finger. "She knows how I feel... and basically the entire camp."

He sighs softly, with a little chuckle. "You can be more subtle than me." Wes smiled, patting Alex's knee. "Plus... This 'guy'," he made air quotes with his hand, as if he didn't know whom she spoke of. "He'd be an idiot if he didn't have feelings for you too." After a moment, he clicked his tongue in his mouth. "Or I could kick his ass if he turns you down... Er, try to." Wes laughed, a deep heartfelt laugh. Everyone knew he couldn't fight for shit, and with one arm... He might win a battle with a rabbit, if he was lucky.

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Dom actually chuckled at her comment about the ocean eating her. Sloane can't honestly remember a time when someone laughed at anything she said... Not unless it was ironically. Sylas laughed at her often, but simply because he thought she was stupid and naive. But someone actually laughing at her, because she did something that could be considered at least a fraction humorous was nice. It was a new sensation, that she might not experience again for awhile.

She awkwardly chewed on her bottom lip, scanning the crowds of campers. "I like it." Sloane looked back towards Dom. "Your name, I like your name. I mean, it's one of those names that doesn't need a nickname. It can hold its own."

The corner of Sloane's mouth curled into a slight smile. "I... never really thought of it that way." Her right hand raised, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "Thank you," she added, breaking the silence. It seemed the short while that they were already talking, the noisy abruptness of the part turned into white noise. Campers were getting drunk, kissing each other because a bottle tells them too and grinding their bodies together. She couldn't care less. But, the surprising part of the evening was someone actually noticing her existence when she expected to spend the evening reading a book trying not to get stepped on.

"Is it that easy to tell? I guess, I'm not doing a great job of hiding how much I don't belong here."

"Why hide it? I don't." Sloane was an outcast, putting it lightly. But, she didn't particularly care, or try to hide it. Her brother was the peacock out of the two of them. He always had to blend in, hide in plain sight. He hated how Sloane did her own thing, never conforming. It's ironic how intimidating people found her, just because she was a daughter of Eris that smiled maybe once a year.

"If I'm being honest, I've tried to talk myself into leaving several times. I don't know what's keeping me here, or I mean maybe I do now." Sloane's gaze fell to his feet as Dom dug his foot in the sand. Now? What did that mean? He couldn't possibly think that she was worth sticking around in this cesspool of raging hormones.

"Now? What's changed your mind? The potential to scare more air-headed demigods? She tilted her head to the side, looking up at him. "Or the prospect of saving more damsels from getting swallowed by the sea?" She had an inquisitive expression, holding his gaze even if he didn't hold hers.

"Why are you here? You're the first person I've meet that has brought reading material to a party."

She pursed her lips, raising her free hand up to rub the back of her neck. "Sylas made me come." Her gaze drifted over towards her brother who sat in the circle of anxious teenagers, waiting for their chance to get their kiss. Her eyes quickly darted to her feet when her brother's gaze met her own. Her company giving him a sadistic smirk that turned her stomach. For the most part, Sloane didn't care who Sylas entangled in his intricate web. But for some reason, it bothered her at the thought of him trying to bring Dom down with him.

"Figured if I had to come, I shouldn't be utterly bored." Sloane looked down at the novel held to her chest. She took it in her right hand, holding it up. "It's The Iliad. A book everyone should read, especially demigods." She turned the book over in her hands, flipping through the pages. "It's a good read, but you have to read the Odyssey once you've finished it. The Iliad is about the Trojan War, while the Odyssey follows Odysseus after the war."

After a moment of looking down at the book, Sloane took a step towards Dom. She held the worn hardback novel towards him. "You can borrow it... If you want." She gave him a slight smile, wiggling the book in her hand. "I've read it like a hundred times."

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#2018-02-05 20:06:13, as written by purpletorment

gwendolyn greer

poseidon • #E1A391 • casual

After Nik scurried away to get the drinks Gwen felt a tad bit awkward. Without the boy who dragged her into the circle in the beginning, she couldn't help but feel a little out of place. Not to mention seeing Theo leave with Alex left a sad pit in her stomach, she hadn't even had the courage to talk to him, so why would she get her hopes up anyway. It was an irrational and girly crush that was probably never going to happen.

Her train of thought was disrupted when she felt a light hand on her shoulder and turned to see Finn, "Wanna head back?" She breathed a tiny, but audible sigh of relief as Finn was a great excuse to leave the circle without looking like she had copped out. "Yes. Thank gods, I thought I was going to be stuck in this circle for forever..." She whispered back, a small grin on her face.

"Annie, me and Gwen are going to walk back now, do you wanna come?" A true gentleman. The quick thought reminded Gwen of the girl she had seen Finn talking with earlier, it was definitely a topic she was going to have to talk to him about. She got to her feet, dusting off the stray particles of sand that had clung to her legs and shorts from sitting down. Saying a quick goodbye to Em and some of the others she really didn't wait for Annie and Finn. If she was being honest the comfort of her bed just sounded too good to be true.

When they finally made it to the cabins she waved a sheepish goodbye to Annie, and offered Finn a small "Goodnight, I'll see you in the morning".

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domonik einarsson

khione • #90A6A6 • casual

"I... never really thought of it that way." She was beautiful when she smiled. "Thank you". He was pleasantly surprised in how easy it was to talk to her, which was something that he had never experienced. So much so, that he couldn't control pretty much half the things that he said. It was a strange feeling.

Dom noticed the small bit of animosity when he asked her why she had come in the first place. "Sylas made me come." He watched her gaze shift to that of her brother's, sitting in the 'spin the bottle circle'. He inwardly cringed at the though, he could never imagine himself indulging in simplistic and pointless games. Sylas, for one looked quite self-indulged and was oddly grinning at the both of them when he made eye contact. He turned back to Sloane and gathered from the look on her face that they must've not been the best of siblings, there was definitely something off.

"Figured if I had to come, I shouldn't be utterly bored." She had a definite point, and had already completely beat Dom in the idea of 'surviving a party'. "What are you reading?" He asked quietly staring at the worn front cover of the book. "It's The Iliad. A book everyone should read, especially demigods." Dom watched as she flipped through the weathered pages carefully, she obviously was attached to the story. "It's a good read, but you have to read the Odyssey once you've finished it. The Iliad is about the Trojan War, while the Odyssey follows Odysseus after the war."

There was a small pause in her train of thought, he noticed her shift in thought, and was surprised when she took a step and held the book out to him. "You can borrow it... If you want." His expression probably came dumbfounded as she smiled at him waving the book in his direction. This was the first time someone had ever offered him to borrow something, he didn't know how to react. "I've read it like a hundred times."

He gently took the book from her hold and admired the cover for a moment looking up at her a rather goofy smile on his face. "T-thank you. I promise I'll take good care of it. Or at least try not to give it frostbite again". He glanced back at the group of partygoers and watched as the majority of them started to leave. It was an odd thought for him, in the beginning he wanted nothing more than to leave but now it was quite the opposite. "I guess I better head back" He shifted back and forth on his feet for a moment. Another thing he was terrible at, goodbyes. "It was lovely meeting you, hopefully we get to see each other again soon. I mean, I have to return the book so we'll have to- I guess it just depends on how long it takes me to read it" He needed to stop talking. His face flushed a bright red, and he took a step back clutching the book to his chest. "I'll see you around" He said quietly with a small smile before disappearing quite abruptly partially embarrassed about half the things that came out of his mouth.

When he finally made it back to his cabin he feel back into the bed, staring giddily at the ceiling. After a moment he grabbed the book and opened the cover running his thumb over the small pencil inscription, 'Sloane Astor'. He smiled before closing it and placing the book on his bedside table eventually giving into his tiredness and falling asleep.

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mateo lopez

hera • #CDA200 • casual

Mateo could practically feel the vibe of the party quickly die as most of the campers started to loss interest in what was happened. He hated when parties lost their fire, there was nothing more boring than that. He leaned over to his sister, "Hey Adri, I'm going to go ahead and head back". With that he pushed himself up from the circle, dusting sand off of his pants waving a short goodbye to everyone.

He walked around the edge of the circle towards the exit of the beach not before stopping next to the boy he had laid eyes on the entire night. He leaned down next to him, his mouth dangerously close to Slyas's ear. "See you around, Sylas" He whispered with a smirk before getting up and leaving the beach.

When he got back to his cabin he quickly changed into a pair of loose Adidas pants and fell back on to his bed with a sigh. Even though the party hadn't been too exciting he was still exhausted, but it wasn't anything a little sleep couldn't fix. With that he buried himself into the fluffy covers and fell asleep immediately.

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#2018-02-05 22:29:56, as written by mjolnir

andromeda bolton
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"I doubt I'll be missed until the morning. Besides," Ajax replied, then placed a kiss upon her temple. "They have Alex around still." Andy continued to move and sway along with him while his gaze scanned the party. "Let's go," he whispered in her ear, followed by a kiss upon her cheek. He then took her hand and started to lead her away from the party.

Before they disappeared beyond the tree line, Andy glanced back over her shoulder towards the party. She caught Trinity's gaze as she prepared to swim. Andy smiled raising her free hand to wave back towards her friend. Her gaze then fell to Mason, but he was emerged in conversation with some new girls at camp. She smiled softly, before allowing herself to be lead back towards the cabin.

As she walked holding onto Ajax's hand, she hadn't quite noticed until that moment how much the alcohol had affected her. For the most part she was fairly sound aside from the occasional trip ups that she quickly recovered from. She didn't realize until they were there, that Ajax had lead her back to his cabin instead of hers. But once inside, the thought was quickly wiped from her mind.

When the door closed, Ajax wasted no time in pushing her back against the door. Andy smiled up at him as he leaned in towards her, his hand gentle brushing the hair back from her face before he pressed his lips deeply and passionately against her own. She didn't know if it was the alcohol or the moment that clouded her judgement. Andy breathed heavily through her nose as their lips never parted. As Ajax's hands ran down her arms, taking her clothing along with it, her skin quickly covered in goose flesh. She broke the kiss, breathing heavily as she held his gaze. Her hands ran down his chest, until they reached his waist. Andy's fingers grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, over his head. Her nose brushed against his softly as her arms wrapped around him, moving to her tip toes before pressing her lips to his once again.

Andy was deep asleep, only awoken when Ajax's arms wrapped around her, pulling her back against his warm frame in a tender hug. Her hands moved to wrap around his arms that encircled her torso. "Morning, beautiful." She smiled, giving a content, tired moan, not yet wanting to open her eyes and face the morning. It had been the first night in months that she was able to sleep through the night without a dream of the Underworld or her brother's death robbing her of sleep. "Fancy some breakfast?"

She groaned slightly when Ajax left the bed, taking his warmth along with him. Andy brought the blankets in tighter to her. She nodded her head slightly, a soft smile gracing her lips. "That'd be nice," she mumbled quietly.

"You stay there, and I'll bring it up to you, babe. Scrambled eggs on toast okay?"

Andy slowly sat up, pushing off the bed. Her left hand holding the blankets to her chest as she stretched. She rubbed her eyes, nodding her head again with a yawn. "Sure, thanks." With a sigh, she brought her knees back to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs as she looked over at Ajax, watching him get dressed. When he looked back towards her with a smile, she couldn't fight the slight blush that covered her own cheeks as she smiled back.

It took awhile from the cloudiness of sleep to unfog her mind as she sat there. But after a long moment, Andy began to realize she was in Ajax's cabin and not her own. Why did it take her so long to notice this? A sense of dread slowly over came her as she bit at her bottom lip, tightly shutting her eyes. She hoped maybe it was a different room, or her imagination playing tricks on her. But when she opened her eyes and looked around at the room, then the bed it was like a punch to the gut. She felt nauseous.

The minute Ajax left the room, Andy ripped the sheets off of her and climbed out of the bed. When she stood up, she stumbled slightly, bringing her hand to head. Of course she had a hang over. She sighed, taking a deep breath before searching his room for her clothes. As she found the different pieces, Andy quickly wiggled back into her clothing from the night before. She didn't waste her time with her stockings, cardigan or boots, instead scooping them in her arms before walking out of Ajax's room.

Andy felt the tears sting her eyes and she quickly descended the staircase. So focused on leaving, she missed one of the last steps, nearly falling before caught herself at the base of the staircase. When she reached the front door, her free hand reached out to grab the doorknob, but she froze. Her heart raced in her chest as she stared at the wooden surface before her. Stepping out that door, she'd have to make the walk of shame all the way back to her cabin. It wouldn't fool anyone as she carried half of her outfit from the night before in her hands, everything about her screaming the morning after. That's all she needed, rumors spread about her through camp.

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The party had lost it's appeal for Wes, quickly getting absorbed in the view of the night's sky rather than watching more people kiss each other or whatever. He didn't want to get up and storm out of the party like a wounded puppy. But, it was definitely easier just not paying attention at all, rather than watching and pretending to be ok. His attention was so lost in his own thoughts, that he didn't hear someone approach. He jumped, nearly screaming when Kalani poked in her head in the line of his sight. "Oi dopey."

"Jesus!" His brows furrowed as he looked up at her. "I want a new sister, I demand a refund," Wes groaned as he rubbed his eyes.

"I'm tired, walk back with me?" Before Wes could give an answer or do anything, Kalani took his hand attempting to pull him to his feet. An amused grin covered his face as all of her effort didn't budge him an inch. If he wanted, he could have given his arm one quick tug and she would have been down on the ground in a blink. She finally huffed, seeming to give up.

"I kind of need that if you want me to get up?" Wes nodded his head towards his arm. Once she released his grip, he pushed off the ground and moved to his feet. He dusted off the sand from his clothes before he gave Ani a playful shove. "You're kind of annoying, you know that?"

He smiled towards her, motioning for her to come along as he slowly trudged towards the woods. Once Kalani was beside him, Wes draped his arm across her shoulders, walking in step with her as they headed to their cabins. He couldn't help but think about how short the party was. His gaze fell to the ground when he realized it was the first party they really had since the war. A lot of friendly faces not there to join in on the festivities, especially the camps number one partier, Daniel.

When they reached their cabins, Wes gave Ani a kiss on the top of the head followed by a hug. "Go get some sleep, weirdo. Not every day here is a party," he teased. "Chances are we'll be training. So, we'll need a good night's sleep to prepare to lose.... Horribly." He chuckled, waving towards her as he made his way up the steps to his cabin.

Wes was barely in his cabin and already kicking off his shoes, and tearing the beanie from his head. He used the heel of his foot to kick the door shut, then shuffled his way towards his bedroom. As he moved, he continued to strip different articles of clothing until he was down to his boxers. With one final yawn, he collapsed on his bed, and was out like a light in no time.

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It seemed as though the party had died down in record time. Sylas sighed softly as he watched more and more people file off in groups, or better yet, pairs into the woods. He definitely noticed some interesting developments leave hand in hand, giggling. No doubt he knew there would some interesting walks of shame in the morning. He better remember to set an alarm, he wouldn't want to miss it. Especially... the most predominant couple that was one of the first to slip out for the night. None other than Ajax and Andy. What an amusing night indeed.

When Sylas' gaze drifted back to the spin the bottle game, he noticed that the circle had quickly dwindled to a poor connect the dots layout. He sighed, dusting dirt and sand off the thighs of his pants, preparing to leave. Just before he went to stand up, someone leaned down behind him. Sylas could feel the warmth of his breath tickle his ear. "See you around, Sylas," Mateo whispered.

Sylas glanced back over his shoulder with a mischievous grin. "Yes you will," he replied after the leaving male, while he didn't try to hide that he watched that ass move as Mateo walked away and disappeared into the woods. He ran his hand back through his hair, pushing off his knees as he stood up and left the nonexistent circle.

Dom gently reached out and took the book from her. After a moment of scanning the book, he gave Sloane a somewhat goofy smile, causing her to laugh slightly. "T-thank you. I promise I'll take good care of it. Or at least try not to give it frostbite again."

"Sure." Sloane's gaze followed Dom's as he looked at the dwindling party. She was somewhat relieved that it was ending fairly early. She wasn't in the mood to sit around at the beach until the early hours of the morning, although it was nice talking to someone who wasn't her brother. That hasn't happened since they came to camp. With a soft sigh, she hesitantly extended her hand towards his shoulder, allowing her palm to hover. "Do you mind?" she asked, before lightly resting her hand on him for support. Once stable, she slid her heels back onto her feet.

"I guess I better head back."

Sloane nodded her head. "Yeah, of course."

"It was lovely meeting you, hopefully we get to see each other again soon. I mean, I have to return the book so we'll have to- I guess it just depends on how long it takes me to read it." Sloane noticed he was rambling, but stood their patiently with a slight smile. Dom's cheeks started to flush before he stepped back and clutched the book to his chest. "I'll see you around," he added with a smile before disappearing abruptly like the first time they met.

"Bye," Sloane said softly towards him as he disappeared.

She adjusted the straps of her bag on her shoulders. As she went to head back to her cabin, she heard Sylas. "What in the hell was that?" Sloane tensed, and started towards her cabin, indifferent if her brother followed or not. But Sylas stayed in tow, his long legs not struggling to keep up. "I don't know who's more socially awkward... Him or you."

She sighed, rolling her eyes slightly. "Not everyone wants to pretend to be something they're not... Like you," Sloane replied, a sharp bite in her words.

Sylas stopped dead in his tracks, his hand quickly reaching out and grabbing Sloane's upper arm to stop her. "Watch what you say," he hissed as his gaze quickly checked the woods around them making sure no one overheard her. "We aren't here to make friends... If I go down, you go down with me."

"Oh yeah? Then what were you doing with Mateo Lopez?" With nothing more to say, Sloane yanked her arm free of her brother's grasp. She then quickly ascended the steps to her cabin, slamming the door behind her as she entered. With a sigh, she pivoted on her heels, locking the door.

Sloane made her way to her bedroom. She sat on her bed, removing her shoes and then placed them neatly in their place in her closet. She pulled her bag from her back, and opened it. For a brief moment she panicked, wondering if she left her book at the beach. Her interaction with her brother nearly erasing the memory of the conversation prior from her mind. She sighed with relief, remembering she lent it to Dom. She couldn't help but wonder what made her do that. Sloane had never been one to lend out anything of hers, especially books. She scratched her head before undressing and changing into her pajamas. She pulled down the covers and slid into bed. But, she wasn't tired. Instead she laid there on her side, staring out the window that showed hints of moonlight between the trees.

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Andy had almost worked up the courage to go outside when she heard Ajax call out to her. "Andy..." She released the doorknob, raising her hand to cover her eyes as she tried to stop the tears. "...You were just going to leave without saying anything?" He sounded confused and hurt, but then it quickly turned to defensiveness and anger. "What, so you regret last night with me? is that it?"

"What?" Andy's voiced cracked as she slowly turned to face him. Her hands clutching her things to her chest almost like her lifeline. "No, never," she assured him, shaking her head slightly "...I'm hurt." She inhaled sharply, looking up at the ceiling, hoping it would stop the tears. For so long, Andy has bottled in her feelings about... everything. But, now they were boiling up in her and she couldn't contain it.

"I will never forget last night. Being with you... I've never been so happy." Andy raised her trembling hand, wiping her eyes as she looked down at the ground. "But when I woke up in your bed," her hand clutched at her abdomen as she tried to make words. "That bed where you slept with those two sluts, while I cried myself to sleep in the med hut after trading my life for yours in the Underworld..."

As Andy continued her breathing became more labored through the sobs. "Alex... She told me you'd never forgive me if sacrificed myself. But, I did it anyways because..." She took a deep breath. "I never expected to see the light of day again... Or you. Just knowing you were alive was enough." She sniffled, wiping her eyes. "You were mad at me that night and I get it... And I got up in the morning to go to your cabin. To explain why I did it, why I couldn't let you die." Her voice cracked, the mere thought of him dying only making this all worse.

Andy's hand raised, covering her eyes as she tried to steady her ragged breathing. It was a long moment before she was able to make words again. "But... When I got there, I saw those two girls come out of your cabin. Talking about the night they spent with you... And it... it killed me." Andy leaned back against the door as her knees grew weak. She dropped the things in her hands as she slid down until she was sitting on the ground. She brought her knees to her chest, burying her face in the palms of her hands.

"You acted like it never happened," Andy's voice was muffled from behind her hands. "You never said sorry..." She inhaled a shaky breathing. "And I just slept with you in that same bed." She slowly raised her head, blood shot, teared filled eyes meeting his. "I gave you my v-virginity in that bed." Her eyes searched his face, as she searched for what to say. "I don't want to be compared to that. I don't want you to be with me while thinking of them. I.... I'm not like them."

And then she grew silent. Andy couldn't believe everything just came flooding out of her like that all at once. She has tried not to hold a grudge about it, and to put the past behind her. But it just kept gnawing at her slowly. That's why she had never been with him before last night. Every time the thought came to her head she instantly got flashbacks of those two girls and it turned her stomach. It hurt. And what hurt most about it was the fact that Ajax never apologized for it. Never told her that she is what he wanted, not them.

After the long quiet pause, her tears had finally started to run dry. Andy took a deep breath, wiping her eyes one last time before she began trying to collect her things. She wasn't able to look up or meet his gaze. Her hands robotically pulled on each of her boots, slid her arms into her cardigan and stuffed the stockings in her pocket. But no matter how much she prepared herself to leave. Andy couldn't will herself to stand and walk out.

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Wes snored, his left side of his body hanging off the edge of his bed. Then there was a knock on the door. In a whirlwind, he snapped awake, startled by the knock. The jolt caused him to roll off the edge of the bed, landing on the ground with a distasteful thud. Wes sat up abruptly, holding his hand out like Jackie Chan about to karate chop someone, even though his eyes were still shut. He groaned, tightly shutting his eyes as he raised his left hand to scratch the ruffled mess that was his hair. Who in the hell could want him at this hour? He swore if it was Ani, he was gonna... Well, do something.

He slowly stumbled to his feet. His left hand extended, catching himself just before his ribs slammed into the corner of his dresser. Wes made his way towards his front door with barely open eyes. He was almost there when he looked down and realized he was only in boxers. "Dammit," he groaned shuffling back to his bedroom. To be honest, he didn't care who saw him like that... but he didn't want to scar some unprepared newbie or something.

Wes plopped his butt down on the edge of his bed, and shoved his legs into a pair of pajama pants that were on the floor. That was enough effort. It was too hot for a shirt, and he had every intention of collapsing right back on that bed the moment he was alone again. If they didn't like the view of his fully exposed stump under his right shoulder... Well? Too bad. As he made his way back to the front door, he stretched and yawned one last time. Honestly, the person could have just walked right up into his cabin, it wasn't like Wes locked his doors... Ever. Probably a bad habit, but he didn't care. If someone really felt the need to get the drop on him, then by all means.

He reached out, opening the door to the crisp cool morning air. Wes flinched when he was hit with the fresh air like an unwelcome wake up call. He squinted his eyes through the sunlight, giving his sight a moment to adjust. Then he saw her, looking like she was second guessing her decision to come to his cabin. "Trin?" Wes asked confused, still groggy and waking up. Then it kind of hit him, it wasn't often she ambushed him at his cabin. So, like a switch, he was awake and alert... Or as alert as someone like him could be. "Is everything alright?" He then took a step towards her, moving out onto the porch while extending his hand towards her. "Are you ok?" His brows furrowed showing his concern.

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Sloane didn't sleep much, if at all. She spent most of her night either staring up at the ceiling or out the window, watching as the moon passed overhead and the sunrise. When she finally rolled over to check the time for the millionth time that night, she decided she could no longer stay in bed. If she was lucky enough, maybe she could get up and out of her cabin before Sylas came creeping around. That wasn't on her list of things to deal with at the present moment.

After a good stretch, Sloane made her way to the bathroom. She started the shower, adjusting the temperature until it was the perfect luke-warmth she liked. She had never been a fan of heat, or being exceptionally hot and the shower was no different. She didn't waste her time under the water, instead simply doing her business and then got out. Wrapped in a towel, Sloane made her way to her closet, staring at all of her clothes. Honestly, she hadn't worn half of it. Her mother was always the one that insisted she dressed to impress constantly. But, for the first time in a long while, Sloane didn't feel like dressing like she had a silver spoon up her butt. After all, at camp she could finally be the person she is... Or at least try.

Sloane grabbed one of the more simple outfits her mother put in her wardrobe. At least it was jeans. She got tired of how often she was in dresses or heels. She quickly got dressed, then dug to the back of her closet for a pair of sneakers. On her way out of her cabin, Sloane snatched up her bag from the night before, sliding her leather bound journal in it before throwing the strap over her shoulder. She slid on a pair of sunglasses and exited her cabin, heading to the main hall.

It must have still been fairly early when she got there. The only other person Sloane saw was Harley as she made her way towards the food. One thing she definitely needed was a strong cup of coffee. She quickly fixed herself a rather large mug and snatched up a giant muffin before heading back outside. It was too nice of a day to stay inside, even just to eat. She sipped on her drink as she walked across the field until she found a nice tree. Sloane took her bag off her shoulder and set it on the ground before she sat down with her back against the trunk of the tree.

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Shockingly, Sylas had been up and at it for awhile. Instead of bothering his sister, he decided that the morning was the perfect time for him to get a little work out in before the rest of the camp was up. Sloane was never the athletic type, especially when she was instantly taken under Eris' wing as a child. Eris never cared for the physical. She could manipulate people to do her own dirty work, so she never took the time in having Sloane train in any sort of combat. Sylas, on the other hand, wanted to surpass his sister's skills in every way possible, combat included. So, from a young age he put just as much attention into his physical prowess as he did his abilities.

Once the sun crested over the sunrise, Sylas was up and dressed. Outside his cabin he stretched, before taking off for a brisk morning jog. He ran laps around the cabins, using the forest's natural terrain as obstacles. Part of him was focused on his current task, but his inner demon couldn't help but watch the cabin's expectantly... Waiting for the morning after regrets to slowly come stalking out into the morning dusk. He was itching for some drama. So far the camp has been boring in that aspect. Sylas never found meddling quite as fun unless there was some amount of truth hidden underneath it all.

He slowly rounded the main hall, noticing a few stragglers making their way out into the day. Sylas was a bit surprised at one in particular that made him double take. It had been the first time in... Awhile, that he had seen Sloane in anything that wasn't a dress. At first he wondered if she was trying to impress someone, but that would be backwards, right? Women tend to dress nice to get someone's attention, not slum it in jeans and sneakers. He let his jog die down until he was walking, making his way towards his sister. "What's with the change in attire?" He reached down, snatching up her muffin from her lap, taking a large bite.

Sloane tried to grab the muffin from him, scoffing as she leaned back against the tree giving up. "Try wearing a dress and heels everyday and see how long it lasts," she replied to him, not sparing him a glance upward as she sipped from her coffee.

"Where's your book?" he asked with a mouthful of muffin.

"I don't read all the time, Sylas."

"Uh, yeah, you do." He squatted down a few feet away from her, resting his elbows on his knees as he took another bite.

Sloane sighed, tapping her fingers against the coffee mug in her hands. "I lent it to someone, if you must know." She sideways glanced at him.

Sylas' grin was cheshire like, creepy and menacing. The hand that help the muffin, pointed its index finger towards Sloane. "So the spider is spinning its web."

"I'm not doing anything," Sloane corrected, a sharp bite in her words.

He clicked his tongue against the side of his mouth, pushing off his knees so that he was standing. "Watch yourself, sis." Sylas put the last bit of the muffin in his mouth, and balled up the wrapper in his fist. "We're—"

"Not here to make friends. Yeah, I know," Sloane interrupted him, tired of hearing the same speech everyday.

Sylas' jaw clenched as he exhaled through his nose. He pursed his lips, tossing the balled up muffin wrapper into Sloane's coffee. "You don't need friends, Sloane. They'll drag you down... Make you sympathize and care. Especially, that Khione boy. All we need is each other. Friends are liabilities." He then leaned over, whispering in his sister's ear. "Get too close to them, and I'll prove it." He backed up, making intense eye contact with her. Sylas then plastered his face with his perfected fake smile. "Enjoy your coffee, sis." Then he left as quickly as he came, jogging off back into the woods.

Once Sylas was gone, Sloane looked down at her tainted coffee. Her jaw clenched in frustration before she poured out the drink and soggy muffin wrapper in the grass beside her. She sighed, inspecting the inside of the coffee mug, then set it on the ground. What appetite Sloane had, gone now.

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After walking home with Wes, kalani had immediately fallen asleep once her body touched her bed and as the sun rose the girl was still bundled up in the duvet and blankets, barely visible from within their depths. Never having been a morning person, Kalani had found that she'd only become lazier since being at camp, with her own luxurious bed and sleeping quarters, Kalani made sure to appreciate them fully by spending her time there as much as possible.

Back at the orphanage she had to room with seven other girls, with eight beds all crammed into a little room it was no surprise that Kalani had never had such a good nights sleep as what she got at camp. In fact, most nights she couldn't sleep a wink, her mind to preoccupied with thoughts of her family, and her love. The man that had broken her heart for good.

Rolling over, Kalani entangles herself in the blankets so that it's near impossible to see where they begin and she ends, twisted around her legs and torso. Gods, she did not want to get up. Alas, her stomach had other ideas and as it began to gurgle, Kalani's eyes fluttered open, sighing at the thought of leaving her pit of warmth. Rubbing at the sleep in her eyes, she kicked off her covers as best she could, although the sheets still clung to her left leg. She knew that she'd never get up so long as she had their warmth for comfort.

Freeing her leg from the blankets clutches, Kalani flings her hands up into the air, stretching while a yawn escapes her lips. The only food Kalani kept in her cabin was some granola bars and chocolate - snacks for when she wanted a night to throw on a face mask and pamper herself. As she thought on it, Kalani realised that she must rope Wes into joining her one evening, grinning at the thought of her elder brother in a green face mask with cucumber slices over his eyes.

Swinging over legs over and onto the wooden floor, Kalani makes her way to the bathroom, doing the basic daily routine so that she felt comfortable enough to leave her cabin. After having splashed her face with water and quickly brushed her teeth, Kalani drags a comb through her unruly hair in an attempt to get it to cooperate. Finding that it didn't want to look nice today, Kalani huffs before grabbing a scrunchy and throwing it into a high ponytail in defeat. Whatever, she was only getting breakfast.

Not bothering to switch out of her pyjamas, Kalani simply throws a top over the sports bra that she slept in and pulls on a pair of sneakers. Makeup was not something that she could be bothered with today. Looking over her appearance in the mirror, Kalani sends herself a wink before she heads for her door, slamming it shut behind her.

Luckily for her it seemed to be a nice morning and Kalani's exposed legs didn't feel a chill. In fact, it looked as though the sun would come out in full force today, which brightened Kalani's mood as she made her way over to where Wes stayed. However, before she can get there, Kalani hears talking and slows down, recognising one of the voices as Wes'. Peering over to where his cabin was, Kalani spied Trinity standing outside his door while a shirtless Wes chatted to her. Rolling her eyes, Kalani stifles a giggle at her brother's topless antics - well that was surely one way to impress a lady. Deciding not to bother them, Kalani instead heads to the hall alone, hoping that she'd find someone to chat to on her way.

Outside the hall Kalani spots Sloane sitting under a tree, she looked peaceful and Kalani wasn't going to bother her until she saw Sylas approach his sister. Their conversation seemed nice enough, for the two oddest siblings at camp. Sylas was okay, a little pompous but nothing out of the ordinary. Sloane, however, was a little more peculiar. Nothing about her screamed 'weirdo' but the way in which she interacted with people was just, different. Not that Kalani let it stop her from attempting to befriend the girl.

In fact, Sloane was perhaps the one person that Kalani had yet to have a positive conversation with. Never feeling as if it was the right moment to approach the girl, Kalani was sure Sloane noticed her smiles and waves, but wasn't entirely sure of what the daughter of Eris though of her. Lost in her thoughts of the siblings, Kalani almost missed Sylas ball up what seemed to be a wrapper and throw it into Sloane's coffee. Frowning slightly, Kalani found herself perplexed by the action, it wasn't very brotherly of him. Kalani had just assumed the pair had a positive relationship; they spent enough time together after all.

Slipping past Sloane, Kalani makes a beeline for the coffee and grabs two mugs, filling one of the mugs with sugar and milk whilst she left the other black. Grabbing a sugar sachet and a little cup of milk, she then notices a plate of croissants and as she goes to grab one, her stomach rumbles as if in approval. Kalani then performs what almost looks like a balancing act in an attempt to carry all the items at once.

Pushing her back against the halls door, Kalani manages to make it out having only burnt her hand a little on the coffee that spilt from the mug she had made for herself. Smiling when she noticed Sloane still seated under the tree, Kalani walks over, sitting herself down next to the girl. "I got you this," She begins, placing the black coffee down in front of Sloane, making sure to put it on a flat piece of earth in order to make sure it didn't spill. "Oh and, uh, I don't know how you take your coffee so, here." Dropping the sugar sachet down next to the coffee, Kalani then places the milk next to it. Sending her a warm smile, Kalani hopes that Sloane doesn't just tell her to go away and in all honesty, even if she did, Kalani would probably stay and finish her food anyway. She didn't back down from a challenge that easily.

Breaking her croissant in half, Kalani nudges Sloane's arm with her elbow as she extends the other that holds one half, in an offering motion. Shoving the other half into her mouth and taking a large bite. "Looking forward to todays training?" Kalani questions, attempting light conversation once she had finished her mouthful. Brushing a crumb from the corner of her mouth.

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#2018-02-08 06:12:02, as written by SparxALot

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"For a self proclaimed dick, you're quite the gentleman." Mason frowned. He never called or thought himself a dick directly. Sure he knew he was rough around the edges and other people thought he was a dick but... a thank you probably would have sufficed from Kalani. Maybe that one 'I hate everyone equally' comment had painted that picture. Andy and Trinity would have just laughed. Andy would probably bump him and tell him to lighten up and Trinity would nod and probably chime 'me too.' "Oh and by the way, I've never had that happen to me," she answered. "I'm pretty good at getting what I want." She winked and spun on her heel. Yes, the spoiled children of Aphrodite were. "See ya Mason."
"See ya, Ani."

His dialogue with Emery was no better, the small brunette turning into a mini sass queen. "My knight in shining armour. I'd be so terrified of what lurks in the dark forest if you weren't here." She giggled. This is what he got for being nice. "You don't have to if you don't want to, but a walk up the hill together would be nice." Mason fell in step with Emery as his answer. He wouldn't have risked offering if he didn't want to go a step further with the daughter of Artemis.

To his last question, she began to answer, "I didn't really have anyone in mind. Just joined for a bit of fun. Although if you know anyone that's interested in me you should let me know, I could have a little fun while I'm here at camp."
Mason grinned. "Is fun code for fling in this instance?" He guessed in her slightly more scrambled brain it was. "Don't worry, I'll let you know. I'm very 'in the loop'."

When they reached her cabin, Emery turned and leaned against the doorframe to face him. "Thanks for protecting me from lions, tigers, and bears, oh my," she said and Mason smiled sadly. He hoped she didn't feel the less pleasurable effects of alcohol in the morning. "You're a good egg," she concluded, throwing her hand lazily into his shoulder or something like that, and afterwards stumbling into her cabin. Mason lurched forward to help but she had enough composure to give a final, "Goodnight!" call and to shut the door behind her.

He let himself laugh quietly and headed back to his cabin. He must've sat up in bed for a couple more hours at least. Not doing anything really except waiting for his mind to go blank and sleep to take him. Mason didn't have nightmares anymore but he was afraid of them.

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When he finally convinced himself to get up, the next conviction was much more of a press. That being to get out of his cabin and his stomach argued that point largely. He sighed out letting the need for food win again but not before getting changed. If throwing on the closest shirt and whatever slacks counted.

On his way to the hall, Mason spotted a girl on her own lapping up the sunshine and fresh air. He couldn’t recall her name regrettably but she was eye capturing without trying to be. She never made a scene of herself and he knew little about her, except that he was intrigued by her. Keep walking, keep walking, he told himself. Mason kept watching her. Then there was no mental tear about it as Kalani approached her instead. He'd have to high-five the girl or something at some stage for making the decision easier.

In the dining area, there were a few odd bodies already in place, including Emery, feigning interest on her phone, a clever avoidance technique from conversation, and Harley. He sighed out and found his own seat.

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They shook hands firmly which gave the girl some brownie points with Duke. But just as easily, things took a turn. He jolted in attempt to catch her but the mini collision had already happened and been resolved just as quickly before he could respond.
”Ah, sorry! Sands a smidge wetter than I thought there.” He only smiled and shook his head to communicate no harm was done, unlike the effect on her castle and statues. Maybe he should have apologized. ”Thanks, I've always had a talent for sculpture. It's no so much the crowds, nor the parties ye ken. It's just been a lot to take in, lot to go through. And I divent know who people is.” He gave a nonchalant gesture as he found himself trying to repair and rebuild her castle wall. ”Given who we are. A suppose we've all lost stuff afore we come here, maybe that’s why we're sent here. Soes them we love don't find themselves in the crossfire.”

He sighed out. "I think the point of a party," he emphasized to keep their topics less soul bearing, but in no way ignoring the girl's observation of why half of them were there, "aside from an excuse to drink, is to meet people and, uh...what do people say? Let down their hair?" He furrowed his brows. All those snazzy expressions and lingos weren't his territory.

”Ye must think I'm an idiot. A wee lass playing in the sand on 'er own.” Duke laughed. Not in a cruel way though. He had to admit, many people of their demographic didn't play in the sand alone or at a party but he didn't think that made her an idiot. ”Seems we're nearing the last still out, party must be coming to a close. Time for us to head back?”

Duke glanced over his shoulder. And so the party was, but the dying fire and party couldn't hold his attention. "Different is good. And you can head back..." he begun, palming over a heap of sand to start his own castle "whenever you like." Duke raised his hand towards the bonfire, giving it new life and passion to light up the beach for them once again. He grinned towards fire then his company. "So for reference do I call you wee lass or do you have a real name?"

It took some time for Duke to project his vision on his castle, especially working with something as small and delicate as grains of sand that fell through his hand or off the sides, but he made it work eventually. Once his task was complete, he climbed to his feet and offered the girl a hand up and walked her to cabin, bid her goodnight then went to his cabin for the night.

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It had crossed his mind in the morning to knock on McKenna's door and ask her if she wanted to grab some breakfast together, but he thought it best to leave her be. She could have already been engaged and committed in an experiment, her work or simply enjoying a sleep-in.

Duke kept walking and stumbled upon no other than Alex. Doing a workout by the looks of things, using a limb of a tree to pull herself up. "You got to engage your core," he said and automatically held his as demonstration. "Don't pull up on momentum, pull up with these."

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#2018-02-08 23:46:35, as written by mjolnir

andromeda bolton
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"Andy," Ajax said softly towards her. Andy slowly raised her head, using the sleeve of her cardigan to wipe her eyes. "I know I'm not the greatest boyfriend ever, but I love you with every part of me. You make me do and say things that I've never done before since I'm comfortable with you. I can be just who I am. I know I messed up with those girls, and I am sorry. I just... I wish I said that to you a lot sooner. What soulless I did, wasn't me.

"I will never, ever, hurt you like that. I should have been a better boyfriend, I should have helped you to feel reassured. I... I am sorry that I failed you when you needed me most.

"You did everything you could to save me, and I never once told you how proud of you I am. I don't want anyone else, okay? I want you. I will never think of them while in that bed with you since you're all I think about every second of the day. What can I do to make it up to you? how can I fix this?" Andy held his gaze, her hands covering her mouth. Her fingers curled around the cuffs of her cardigan, hiding her hands behind the fabric. She didn't have a black and white answer to that question. It wasn't that simple.

"Please, Andy... please give me a second chance to make it right. I won't ever leave your side again. I promise. Just... don't leave me," he begged, sounding terrified that she'd get up and walk right out that door without turning back.

She frowned behind her hands. "Ajax..." Andy sighed. "I'm not leaving you," she reassured him, holding his gaze as spoke. "I'm just exhausted... I'm so tired of hurting. The guilt of Daniel's death weighs so heavily on me that I feel like I'm suffocating, all the time. I barely sleep because of the reoccurring nightmares of the Underworld." Her gaze falls to her hands in her lap as she breathes heavily, sniffing back the tears. She'd never really talked about everything she was going through internally, instead just bearing it without burdening others.

"And, I just need my boyfriend," Andy's voice cracked. "I put on a brave face for everyone... I just need someone that I don't have to be brave around all the time. I hurt constantly, and I don't want to hurt around you too." Leave it to Andy to ruin just about the most normal, coming of age experience in her life.

She was overwhelmed and couldn't hold it in, or keep it to herself anymore. Training and fighting was an outlet for her for such a long time, that even her body couldn't handle the torment she was putting herself through. Andy was constantly covered in bruises and awake way more than she ever slept. She was exhausted, emotionally and physically. She's been tip toeing around for so long, hoping that if she pretended her life was fine, eventually it would be. Andy didn't want everything to come boiling to the surface like it did, or when it did. But it seemed that just the thought of those girls tipped her over the edge.

"I just need one thing in my life... to work out," Andy whispered under her breath, practically begging. She didn't necessarily say this to Ajax, but more to herself and the Gods and fate. Her gaze was fixated on her hands as her fingers tugged at her cardigan in her lap.

wesley preston
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“Yeah!” Trinity said abruptly, making Wes do a slight double take. She then moved to her tiptoes and pointed to the interior of his cabin. “I’m actually just here to visit your little treasure trove. You're okay too, but uh... I really like your cabin.”

"Thanks?" Wes said with a bit of apprehension. "So... You came to my cabin at the ass crack of dawn to... admire it?" He questioned, not really believing that that was her entire motive for popping up at his place. Honestly, he couldn't even remember if she had been to his new cabin. The Hydra destroyed his original one... And then for the longest while, he crashed at her cabin. Then the med hut was his home... And then she went home to see family. So yeah, not much time to get a tour or anything.

Trinity took his outstretched hand with a smile. “Stop fussing.”

Wes smiled softly while shaking his head. "Yes ma'am." After she stepped into his cabin, Wes hooked his right foot around the door and pushed it shut. He sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "So yeah, this is my cabin... Well, my second cabin," he corrected.

“Better hide those promiscuous girl pictures and magazines, huh Sleeping Beauty? Or is it all online these days?”

Wes scoffed and then chuckled softly. He motioned his hand towards his cabin. "By all means, Nancy Drew... If you find something, I think I'd be as surprised as you would be." There are many reasons why Wes wouldn't have stuff like that in his cabin, but he didn't feel the need to list that to her. Instead, just going along with her joke. "Unless it was Andy's idea of a joke when she made this bad boy for me." His hand patted the wall like a proud owner would showcase a sports car.

Trinity brought her hands together and cleared her throat, catching Wes' attention. He turned slightly to face her with a raised brow. He watched her as she made her way to the nearest table. “Now correct me if I'm wrong but a certain Ken doll agreed to an arm wrestle.” She was waiting and ready with her left hand opened for his. He laughed as she tried to bite back the mischievous grin on her face... Wasn't working.

"And so the true motive presents itself," Wes laughed, as he slowly walked over to the table. He grabbed the chair spinning it around. He let his legs slide to either side of the seat, sitting backwards in the chair. "Are you trying to stack the odds in your favor by ambushing a sleeping man in the morning?" He cocked his head to the side. Wes then placed his left elbow on the table and took her hand in his. "You must be really worried that I'll win."

To the unknown viewer, this arm wrestle looked severely unbalanced. Wes had nine inches on Trinity in just height. Not to mention that his bicep was nearly three times the size of her own, and his hand seemed to just about swallow hers. But Ares kids were also crazy strong. This would probably be the most evenly balanced arm wrestle Trinity would ever experience... Other than going against her brother. Wes wasn't too worried about losing... Being Trinity's slave couldn't be that bad. Simply because she wasn't mean enough to make him do something too degrading. But, he still wanted to win. The idea of a date with her was almost too good to be true.

"On your count, Blondie." Wes smiled towards Trin, tapping the tips of his fingers against her hand.

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Sloane sighed, watching her brother run off into the woods. Alone again, she let the tension fade away. She began slowly braiding her dark hair to the right side. As she tied the end of it, she looked up feeling eyes on her. Mason Hughson was heading toward the main hall, but unmistakably staring right at her. Sloane's brows furrowed slightly out of curiosity. Why was he looking at her? Most people just moved on without sparing her a glance... Kind of like she wasn't there. Did the Hades boy even know her name? Not likely.

Her attention was quickly drawn in a different direction when she heard approaching footsteps. Sloane didn't say anything as Kalani made herself at home, taking a seat beside her. Sloane had half a mind to scoot away slightly but that's where she poured out her coffee not five minutes earlier. "I got you this," Ani said as she set the mug of black coffee on the ground in front of her. Sloane felt herself instantly go rigid, scared to make eye contact with the Aphrodite girl. What all had she seen between her and Sylas? Did she hear anything? If she hear anything... Sloane was dead meat.

"Oh and, uh, I don't know how you take your coffee so, here." Ani then set down some sugar packets and milk next to the coffee.

Sloane just sat there quiet for a long moment, then finally reached forward and grabbed the mug of coffee. "Uh... Black," she said quietly, bringing the drink to her lips. Before she took a sip, she spared Ani a slight sideways glance. "Thanks."

Kalani then took her croissant and broke it in half, offering Sloane a piece. "I uh... Lost my appetite," was all she could manage to say. She appreciated the gesture but instead just went back to sipping on her drink, hoping it would wake her up soon enough.

"Looking forward to todays training?"

Sloane tapped her fingers along the coffee mug. "Not really." She took another drink, watching as more campers slowly started filing out of the woods and wondering towards the main hall. "I can't fight." That was the plain and simple truth of it. Sloane had better luck trying to find a dragon rather than fighting anyone. She was small, awkward and had virtually no muscle mass. So, she wasn't really what warriors are made of.

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As Sylas finished another lap around the cabins, he slowed down seeing that his sister had new company. He couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly. He looked towards the main hall, and decided he probably should eat something. If there was a training exercise that day, he'd need energy. He stepped through the threshold, scanning the few bodies that were already inside. None really interested him... Until he saw Mason sitting by himself.

Sylas grabbed him self a bowl of assorted fruit and an orange juice, then walked over towards the Hades kid. "Hey man," he greeted Mason, raising his juice. "I've been actually meaning to catch up with you. Mind if I sit?" Before he got an answer, he made himself at home, taking the place across the table from his company. Sylas took a couple minutes to get some food into his system before getting down to what he wanted to talk about.

"It's kind of crazy how fast word travels around camp. And I thought High School was bad," Sylas scoffed, tossing a grape into his mouth. "Nothing is ever secret here, is it? I mean, I've been here what... two weeks? And I already know about everything that happened last year, and I wasn't even here." At this point it probably didn't seem like Sylas was going to reach a point, but he was. Everything he did had a purpose. Mason was a formidable guy, with a strong hatred towards the Valises. That definitely peaked Sylas' interest.

"I mean, damn... Some of the shit you all went through, I can't imagine." Sylas allowed his tone to drop to a more somber and sympathetic level. "... I heard about your sister. That's rough, man. I'm sorry. If someone killed Sloane," he sighed, shaking his head. "I don't know what I'd do. I wouldn't be able to rest until I got revenge." A lie. If Sloane died, Sylas would see it as an opportunity to be the favorite in his mother's eyes. "Like who the hell does Alex think she is?" Sylas asked in a whisper, but a sharp bite hung on every word. "A murderer is allowed to walk around camp like royalty, while your sister is in the ground!?... That's fucked up." He shook his head as he ate another grape.

The entire time Sylas talked, he let just enough anger, animosity and sorrow flow from himself and into Mason. After all, he didn't want to make the guy a raging mess. If he could just say the right things, Mason could be a strong friend to have at camp. So, the guy wanted to take down the Valises? Sylas could help... In more ways than Mason understood just yet. But given enough time, he could prove his worth. Eris children definitely shouldn't be overlooked or under estimated.

"But the thing I don't get is... How in the fuck is Andy with Ajax and not you?" Sylas took a long drink from his orange juice before continuing. "She has saved Ajax's life how many times? But, you were the one that saved hers. And she went home with him last night, not you. Makes no sense. I mean, it's obvious you both belong together... " He sighed softly, leaning back in his seat. "I don't get it... How have you not killed them yet?"

Sylas didn't need to say who he met, it was obvious he was talking about the Valises. You couldn't kill one without the other coming after you with a vengeance. Kill Alex, and Mason would get revenge for his sister. Kill Ajax, he knocks another self righteous prick off the face of the world and frees up the girl. It was a win win situation in Sylas' books.

"Sorry to get deep," Sylas apologized, dusting his hands off on his pants. "I just had to try to make sense of some of this shit. Because I tell ya, it makes no sense to me. I'm on your side, dude."

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#2018-02-09 11:54:41, as written by rubytuesday

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A n n i eXXtwirled as she walked alongside Finn to her cabin, occasionally leaning a touch too far backwards or forwards, each time steadied by Finn's arm around her. Each near-stumble incited a giggle in the daughter of Apollo, her clumsiness amusing her in her lightheadedness.

R e a c h i n gXXher cabin, she pouted, not especially eager to leave her current company. As his arm released her waist, she turned to face him, frown still present. Looking up at him, her pout melted away to reveal an expression of unabashed awe.

XX"Oppa neom jalsaeng-gyeoss-eoyong..."

A sXX Her tone was hushed, as though sharing a secret. And she grinned cheekily before raising a finger to lightly tap his nose. Spinning on her heel, Annie then walked tipsily up the stairs to her cabin, arms outstretched as though to help her balance.

XX"Jal ja!"

S t e p p i n gXX through the door to her cabin, Annie strode into her bedroom. Reaching for the bottle of water by her bedside, she took a long drink before flopping inelegantly into bed, and falling asleep almost immediately.

A n n i eXXawoke reluctantly, a small knock shaking her from her dreams. Knowing that it was her brother alerting her to daybreak, she resisted the urge to groan, and instead stumbled from her twisted bedsheets with a yawn and a stretch.

I nXXminutes, she was dressed, her tendency to take her time eradicated by her hunger. Happy with her attire, she walked merrily out of the door, only to pause on the bottom step. Suddenly, she yelped in horror,
remembering her chaperone home, her drunken antics, her...

XXHe doesn't speak Korean, right? No, of course, not. Why would he be able to speak Korean?... I did say it in Korean, didn't I? Oh, gods...

W i t hXXa final, exasperated groan, Annie opted to turn her attention to less embarrassing topics, and made her way to the breakfast hall. Snatching a paper plate, she ladened it with a trio of syrup-doused waffles, accompanied by fruit, and helped herself to a plastic fork before turning around to look for company. Her eyes caught a familiar face, sitting out in the sun by a not-so-familiar one, and she smiled slightly as she walked towards them.

XX"Morning, Ani!" She looked to Kalani's aforementioned company, and smiled softly. She had never spoken to the girl before, largely because Annie got the sense that she was type who enjoyed keeping to herself, but considering that she seemed to be somewhat friendly with Annie's closest friend on camp, Annie saw no reason now not to extend her own offer of amity.

XX"Hello. Sloane, isn't it?"

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#2018-02-09 16:12:18, as written by burning

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As he made his way to the hall, Finley spotted Annie and Kalani seated under the shade of a tree just outside the entrance, however as he acknowledged them, Finley notices another slightly more unfamiliar face in their midst. Sloane, Annie and Kalani? Now there was a weird group of people. Two of the bubbliest girls at camp seated with perhaps the least talkative, somehow even less than Finley himself - which was not an easy feat.

Passing the girls, Finley's eye catches Annie's and he sends her a wink, in a 'remember last night' type of way. He didn't want her to feel embarrassed but he also knew he couldn't not acknowledge it. Especially after what she had said to him. Finley wasn't sure whether Annie knew he was part Korean, but he figured not since he doubted she would have said what she did to him, knowing he could understand her; although she did seem extremely tipsy so who knows. It would be easy to assume Finley couldn't understand Korean, especially since he grew up in Australia, but despite that his mother's roots were in South Korea, where her grandparents used to live and she thought it was important to make sure her son learnt his native tongue.

Finley wanted to stop and talk to the daughter of Apollo, but his stomach had other ideas. Figuring if they were gonna talk about it, he probably shouldn't be constantly making questionable noises resonating from his stomach, Finley heads into the hall, his face lighting up at the sight of the food. The camp always had an amazing spread and Finley was instantly drawn toward it, grabbing himself a bowl and goes for the fruit. Having a preference for healthy foods over sweet stuff, Finley makes sure to sample a little of everything they have to offer until his bowl was filled with different fruits, not forgetting to grab himself a fork while he's at it.

Glancing around the hall, Finley's eyes finally land on Nik and with a relieved smile, he makes his way over to his friend, placing his bowl down opposite him. "Morning," He greets Nik, taking a seat, "How are you?" Finley asks as he tucks into his fruit, noticing the book in Nik's hand. "Oh man, sorry am I disturbing you?" He continues, concerned that he just disrupted Nik's wanted solitude. Attempting to scan the area for another seat if Nik wanted to be left on his own, Finley glances back over at the door, his eyes on the back of Annie's head, watching as she chats with the other girls. Wait, Finley realises, Nik is her brother. Wanting to ask the guy more about his sister, Finley decides to stay where he is for now. This could be useful.

Coyly turning back to face the son of Apollo, Finley fiddles with his fork, pushing the fruit around in his bowl. "So, uh," He continues, somehow nervous around his friend all of a sudden, "Annie's..Nice isn't she?" What the hell was he saying, Gods he must seem like a complete idiot to Nik now. Of course he thinks she's nice, he's her damn brother. "Do you think.." Finley begins but is unable to finish his sentence, he wanted to ask if she was interested in him, or whether it was just a drunken moment. Unfortunately Finley's nerves get the best of him and he can't continue, sheepishly looking up at Nik with a small smile. "Do you think I could borrow that book when you're done?" Finley finishes, completely shifting the conversation in an attempt to brush off his previous awkwardness.

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#2018-02-11 07:44:23, as written by purpletorment

gwendolyn greer

poseidon • #E1A391 • cozy

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XGwen stretched nearly falling off the side of her bed as she let out a small groan. Although she hadn't drank the night before she was still a bit tired from the party. She rolled to her side and checked her alarm clock, it was already eight. She frowned slightly, Finn must've gone for a swam without her. Granted, she was a bit grateful that he hadn't woke her she rather enjoyed the extra hour of sleep.

She eventually willed herself to move and shuffled to her closet picking out a rather cosy cable-knit sweater and slipped on her tan birks. She left the cabin walking down the gravelly path towards the hall where they always served food. She normally spent a couple hours in the morning swimming but her hunger was greater than her longing to swim.

When she entered the hall she saw a few familiar faces, Em, Nik, and her brother. His hair was slightly curled from his apparent morning swim, and he was talking to Nik. It was a strange sight, she hadn't seen her brother approach the shy but sweet boy before. She raised a slight eyebrow a little curious but nonetheless happy Finn was expanding his friend horizon. She waved at him and Nik as she passed, offering them both a lazy smile.

She made her way over to the breakfast that was in a buffet style. Her stomach rumbled quietly as the smell of cinnamon French toast and pancakes wafted her way. Gwen couldn't deny the fact that she had a bad sweet tooth, and filled her plate with pancakes and some grapes. She contemplated going to sit with her brother but he seemed pretty invested in his conversation with Nik so she steered towards Em's table instead. "Hey stranger" Gwen said with a smile, plopping down in the seat opposite from Em popping a grape into her mouth. "Sorry about disappearing pretty fast last night , I got pretty tired and Finn was ready to head back".

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After his short morning warm up, he took a quick (cold) shower, and threw on a collared shirt and some jeans. He thought to wake Raven, he contemplated the idea for a moment, it seemed like a nice gesture but he eventually was hesitant enough and decided against it. Before leaving the cabin however, he snatched the book off of his nightstand and took it with him on his way to the dining hall.

As he got closer he noticed Sloane and stopped for a moment a little lost in thought. She seemed different today, her clothes especially were a definite shift from last night but the look altogether seemed a lot more Sloane. He took a step to approach her but then he noticed Ani dash in her direction and begin to strike up a conversation. Of course, he thought to himself, I mean I only talked to her once, I can't just assume that we're the best of friends. He sheepishly took a step back and headed towards the hall again and was greeted with a few familiar faces. He made his way over to a table with an assortment of fruit and grabbed an apple before finding a secluded table in the corner and made himself comfortable. He took a bite out of the apple and flipped the page, investing himself into the book and drowned out the noises of the dining hall as he ate.

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XMatty nearly smashed his alarm clock when the damn thing started blaring at seven in the morning. He groaned shuffling around in his blankets for a bit before managing to roll himself out of bed, his head pounding with a killer headache. He rubbed his eyes, praying that they weren't too terribly puffy, and popped about six aspirins as he marched himself into the bathroom succumbing to a long and scalding hot shower. He pretty much moved subconsciously through his morning routine the motions ingrained into his mind. He settled on a rather neutral but classy outfit, throwing a pair of shades on top of his head as well.

He shuffled slowly through the cabin pausing at his sister's door to knock on it softly. He hoped she didn't have too bad of a hangover. "Sis, I'm going to get breakfast" He paused mid-sentence to yawn, "you know where to find me".

He made his way across the grounds of the camp, a few of the others awakening around the same time as well. As he got closer the tempting smell of bacon and buttered toast made him quicken his pace as he entered the doors to the dining hall. His eyes immediately sprung to the man-candy that had captured his eyes last night, he was currently chatting with the Hades Kid. How odd. Matty could tell Sylas liked a widened playing field when it came to the other campers, he appreciated it.

He noticed he had caught the eye of some Demeter girl, who was making googly eyes at him from across the room. He gave her a winning smile as he sat down at a table and she immediately came over to him. "Goodmorning..." "June!" She chimed in her face flushing. "June... Such a lovely name" She giggled, and let out a shy 'thank you' as Matty leaned closer to her making direct eye contact. "Would you be a dear and go get a plate of breakfast for me? I just woke up this morning with the most awful headache and I would really appreciate it". Matty smiled as her eyes clouded over, almost as if they were covered with a sheet of silver. It was just for a moment, and if you weren't looking for it, you probably wouldn't have noticed. "Of course you poor thing! I'll get it right away!" It was so much easier to influence if they were willing. It didn't take the Demeter girl but a couple of minutes before she returned with a hot plate of breakfast setting it down in front of him. "You are a lifesaver, I owe you one" He said with a small wink and watched as she blushed even more and dashed away back to her friends. Matty bit into a piece of toast, leaning back into his chair a rather self satisfied smirk plastered across his face.

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Kalani continues to munch on her half of the croissant as she waits for Sloane's reply. Taking back her extended hand once Sloane informs her that she's not hungry. Oh well, it was only more food for Kalani to appease her gurgling stomach with. She couldn't help but notice how put together the girl always looked, before glancing down at her half-pyjama outfit, she must look like a real state next to Sloane.

"Not really." Sloane says in reply to Kalani's question about the days training. Kalani couldn't help but nod as Sloane said that, in a 'me too' sort of way. Gods Kalani could not fight for the life of her so she had absolutely no plan for what she was going to do. "I can't fight." Why that surprised Kalani, she couldn't say. Sloane did have a build very similar to her own, in fact she was perhaps even more slight than Kalani. She'd just assumed that Sloane was one of those people who looked fragile but could beat you up no problem. She had that kind feel about her, but Kalani was clearly wrong.

Quickly swallowing her mouthful, Kalani sips her own coffee before responding. "I get that," Chewing on her bottom lip as she thinks about the day to come, Kalani can't help but feel nerves begin to rise in her stomach, "What's a child of Aphrodite supposed to do?" She laughs softly, before motioning to her muscles - or lack thereof - "Seems like we're in the same boat." Feeling as though this new common ground was a good sign, Kalani actually begins to believe that she's getting Sloane to warm up to her.

Then, Annie arrives. As happy as Kalani is to see her good friend, she was also very aware that Sloane barely spoke to one person at a time, let alone the two of them, and because of that she'd probably make up some excuse to disappear. Damn.

Oh well, Kalani thinks before looking up as Annie reaches them, a smile forming at her lips. "Morning, Ani!" Annie greets in her typically upbeat manner. The drastic differences between Annie and Sloane became rather striking as the daughter of Apollo sat herself down next to Kalani, completely at ease, her knee pressed against Kalani's. Sloane, however, still seemed almost rigid next to Kalani, seemingly only staying seated where she was so that she didn't sit in a puddle of coffee.

"Morning, Annie." Kalani giggles back, she loved that they shared the same name - or at least, Kalani's nickname was the same. It made their greetings fun, albeit rather confusing to an outsider. Looking from Annie to Sloane, Kalani wonders what to say to keep her from leaving. Eating Sloane's half of the croissant slowly, Kalani fiddles with her coffee mug before finally perking up again.

"We were just talking about today's training," She informs Annie, grazing her bottom lip with her tongue as she makes sure there are no crumbs left on it. "Neither of us are particularly looking forward to it," She sighs, looking to Sloane for agreement, "You know I'm a lover not a fighter." Kalani grins, Annie should definitely know that, especially after their kiss. Kalani had almost forgotten that had happened last night, too caught up in everything else that happened, how funny, she thinks to herself.

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#2018-02-16 22:42:28, as written by mjolnir

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"We'll get through this, I promise. Everything will work out the way its supposed to, but before it gets better, sadly, we have to go through the worst. I'm here for you, and you don't have to bare any of the pain alone. You don't have to be strong in front of me. I'll be strong for the both of us."

Andy looked towards him as a silent tear rolled down her cheek. It wasn't necessarily what she wanted to hear, but the plain simple truth. She sniffled as Ajax took her hands and helped her to her feet. But he didn't release her hands, instead leaning in towards her. His lips brushed hers for a brief moment. Andy kissed him back tenderly, but she was thankful he didn't go for another. Regardless of how good it felt to get things off her chest, it was still raw and takes time.

Ajax remained closer to her, lips maybe an inch from hers as he spoke. "I will be the one to fix all of this."

Andy's brows furrowed as she slipped her hands from his. She didn't like the sounds of that. "What are you talking about? You can't reverse time and change the past, Ajax."

For some reason it sounded like Ajax was trying to fix more than her own problems. But what else could there be to fix? The past cannot be unwritten. Daniel is dead. Jennova is dead. Wes has no arm. And no matter how much Andy tries to forget, she was tortured in the Underworld. That's just how it was. None of it could be fixed. She studied his face, but whatever he was thinking, he was certain in it. Sometimes in all her love for him, she hated how everything seemed an ultimatum with him. The world wasn't ending, it was just the rough aftermath. There was nothing more to do besides manage.

Andy sighed, glancing down slightly. "Please, just don't do something stupid."

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Trinity pretended to be offended when Wes realized that she came to him out of pure competition. She wasn't fooling him when she tried to look surprised, and quickly chuckled. “Excuse you, Mr. Smacktalk.” He smiled waiting for her to start the contest. “On three. One." Her grip on his hand tighten as she prepared. Trin's game face was on. But, Wes couldn't help but just smile. "Two. Three."

Wes didn't hold back, but didn't put all his strength into it at the first moment. He wanted to gauge her own strength, and, of course, she was no weakling. A slight grin graced his lips as he then put his all into it. Her own grasp even wavered for a minute. Wes was glad he wasn't all talk. But, using a single arm for almost a year definitely would put some muscle into it.

He wondered if he should let her win. Trin seemed more like a deer in the headlights then intrigued by the idea of a date with him. After all, she didn't owe him anything. They shared a kiss... That was hardly binding. Sure, it made Wes realize all he wanted... All he'd ever want was her. But love isn't a one way street and he knew that. But, just as he thought about letting up, Wes felt a wave of energy.

Wes' smirk faded slightly as he stared at their hands. He was winning? He adjusted his grasp on her hand, and put forth another push. Then it happened... Trinity's hand fell back and hit the table. His eyes widened as he just stared as his hand continued to hold hers down against the table. When he finally looked up, he was even more surprised to see that she was smiling. He half expected her to get pissed and storm out of his cabin, demand a rematch or begrudgingly agree to the date. But she didn't. She just smiled. “Well, how about that?”

His grasp on her hand slowly lessened, but Wes didn't move his hand. Instead, just for a brief moment he let his thumb brush the top of her hand. "Yeah," he chuckled, smiling towards her. "Look at that." He didn't feel the need to gloat, nor did he want to.

“I hope you know what you're doing,” she whispered toward him.

"I do," he replied softly while holding her gaze. Wes knew her, if she wanted him to or not. And he liked what he knew. He just hoped that this date wouldn't disappoint. If she was miserable... He wouldn't stop her from leaving. All he wanted was her happiness, even if, in the end, that wasn't with him.

Wes let her hand slip from under his as she then crossed her arms. Almost like flipping a switch, the vulnerable side of Trinity closed up and the sarcastic side was back out. “So are you walking with me to get some brekky or do I have to pretend I'm sane and sit with normal people?”

"What in the hell is a brekky?" Wes asked, then his brows furrowed as if he finally understood the weird slang. "Yeah, yeah. Just let me change real quick." He pushed off the table as he stood up, swinging his leg from over the chair and started toward his room. It didn't take him too terribly long to get into a pair of jeans, and put on some sneakers. He grabbed the first shirt he could find. Luckily it was already unbuttoned so half of the battle was over.

Wes walked out of his room, his left hand slowly and sometimes unsuccessfully trying to button his shirt. He could do it, it just took awhile. He would have Trinity here starving if they sat around waiting for him to finish fastening his shirt. So, he could afford to swallow his pride a bit since he won the arm wrestle. "Do you mind helping me?... I can do it, but you might be waiting for awhile." He laughed weakly as his thumb and index figure tugged at the buttons of his shirt.

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Sloane cupped her hands around her coffee mug, sipping from it occasionally. From Kalani's nod, she could only assume the girl was about as thrilled for training as she was. After all, Ani was an Aphrodite kid. They aren't generally known to be fierce warriors or anything. Not that they could help it. Her brother Wes looked like he could kick ass, but Sloane knew better than that... She heard the stories.

"I get that," Ani replied. "What's a child of Aphrodite supposed to do?" She laughed, motioning to her small muscles. "Seems like we're in the same boat."

Sloane contemplated not replying, but she sighed, trying to be as social as someone like her could manage. "Wes has seen battle, hasn't he?" She glanced over at Kalani slightly. "He might have pointers." It was a dumb comment, but it was all that she could think of. Honestly, Sloane could put money on the fact that both of them would probably be some of the first people to get their asses handed to them.

"Or, at least tell you how to not lose an arm," Sloane added with a slight chuckle.

But, what little part of Sloane's shell had opened up, quickly snapped shut when another person joined them. "Morning, Ani!" She looked up seeing the other Annie coming straight for the two of them. Then she looked straight at Sloane. "Hello. Sloane, isn't it?"

"Yes," she replied curtly. Sloane was never a fan of those kinds of greetings. If someone wasn't sure about her name or if they had met previously but forgot, then they could simply introduce themselves again. It was more polite, and was easier than asking someone to verify who they were. She didn't say anything else, simply sipping from her coffee quietly.

"We were just talking about today's training. Neither of us are particularly looking forward to it." Kalani looked towards her briefly, and Sloane shared her glance for a moment. "You know I'm a lover not a fighter."

After what seemed like a polite enough time to sit around, Sloane finished what was left of her coffee. She then put her bag over her shoulder, and picked up her old mug in her other hand. She moved to her feet, and glanced over at Kalani. "Thanks again for the coffee... See you at training." Sloane nodded her head towards both of them, and then headed back to the main hall before they tried to stop her.

Sloane made her way inside, avoiding the campers that were there. She took the coffee mugs to the kitchen, setting them in the sink. She would have washed them but honestly had no idea where anything belonged, so hopefully that was good enough. As she exited the kitchen and headed toward the door, she noticed Dom sitting by himself. Sloane had half a mind to walk over him and take a seat, but then she saw that he was reading the book she lent him. She smiled slightly to herself. When their gazes met briefly, she raised to hand in a slight wave, then exited the main hall.

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Mason laughed dryly at Sylas' comments. "I'm touched, but a few things, if I were to kill anybody on this camp or that even belonged to camp, I'd have a bounty on me. The whole anti-Hades mob would finally get an excuse to swarm. Second, thanks for your input and playing match maker but Andy's not my type and I'm not hers. She wants white knight, gallant hero, picture perfect. I want spunk, endurance, someone I can bring home to Hades."

Sylas remained quiet, picking at his food and listening to Mason. Of course, he was apprehensive of Sylas, who wouldn't be. Plus, it probably sounded like he was skirting around something or full of fake sympathies. Either way, Sylas wasn't the type to just throw in the towel that easily. Some people need a slow approach, and some, just need you to come out and say it. Black and white.

"And hey, if anyone decapitated Sloane when she was defenseless, I'd be on your side too, dude."

Sylas laughed weakly, grabbing his juice and drinking from it. Mason seemed like the type of person where Sylas didn't have to wear this false facade of an average person around. So, almost like flipping a switch, he leaned forward resting on his elbows. His entire expression changed from some who was trying to make a friend, to the cold asshole he was. If a Hades kid couldn't appreciate it, then who could?

"But doesn't Hecate live in the Underworld?" Sylas quirked a brow toward Mason, while resting his palms on the table. "Andy doesn't know what she wants. It's all a matter of... Simple persuasion. And well, if the Valises are out of the way?" He shrugged his shoulders slightly, allowing Mason to connect the dots how he saw fit. Of course he knew that if the Hades boy killed the beloved Ajax, that would hurt any chances he had with the left over baggage. But, there were always other paths to take.

"There are more ways than one to accomplish what you want." Sylas' voice was low but full of intent. No, Mason didn't have the ability to get people to do what he wanted. Working alone, of course he'd get his hands dirty. But, Sylas had no problem dirtying his hands... Or better yet, making others do his dirty business for him. "There can't be a bounty on your head if you're not the one doing the killing."

Sylas grabbed a grape, popping it in his mouth, allowing Mason a moment to think. "Let me put it plainly." He held Mason's gaze as he spoke his next words only loud enough for him to hear. "Do you want help with the Valises, or not?" he asked, sliding his bowl of fruit towards Mason almost like a peace offering.

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D e s p i t eXXthe unnecessarily brusque nature of Sloane's response, Annie did not allow her sheepishness to show on her face, and instead responded kindly, noting that the two hadn't ever actually spoken to one another.

XX"I'm Annie, it's nice to meet you."

K a l a n i ' sXXusual friendliness immediately shook away the dregs of Sloane's tactlessness, and Annie's face contorted into a grimace at the thought of the oncoming training.

XX"It'll be okay- we can all get stabbed togeth-."

A n n i eXXfaltered as she met eyes with Finley as he strolled across the camp grounds a distance away from them. A blush began to creep involuntarily across her features, and when he winked at her, it deepened, and she took on the form of a startled deer. She stared after him as he walked into the cafeteria, and only broke her gaze when Sloane rose to leave. Annie forced a smile, muttering a warm but nonetheless soft, "See you."

A sXXSloane walked towards the cafeteria, Annie looked apologetically to Kalani.

XX"I'm sorry, I interrupted, didn't I?"

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#2018-02-28 04:56:06, as written by purpletorment

gwendolyn greer

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"Alright, fair enough".

Gwen watched as Em's eyes trained just off to Gwen's right, and she turned her head to see who had caught her attention "Theo!" Oh gods. He had a broad grin on his face, he was devilishly handsome. She whipped her head back around to the table and prayed that she would restrain from properly embarrassing herself.

Theo plopped himself down next to Em joining their table. "Hey Em, hope you're feeling alright this morning. You had a good bit to drink last night," Gwen smiled as she was Em pinch him in the arm in retort, it reminded her of Finn and herself. "That's Em-ery to you, buster," Gwen let out a soft chuckle as the siblings went back and forth, and she stabbed her fork through a piece of pineapple, munching on it accordingly.

"Really though... are you ever going to introduce me to your pretty friend here." Gwen froze mid-chew her cheeks blushing a faint rose as she raised her eyes to Theo who looked pretty satisfied with himself. Em clearly wasn't having his flirtatious banter "I was going to... Then you opened your fat mouth." She refrained from laughing at Em's snarky comments, the two were clearly related.

"I'm Theo. And... you must be Gwen. It is certainly a pleasure." He extended his hand for her to shake, which she found a proper gesture, but nonetheless shook his hand gently. Her hand felt small compared his. She was like a fish out of water, frozen in place. She hadn't expected him to come on so strong and it completely threw her off guard.

She realized she had been holding on to his hand for too long and quickly took it back. Her face flamed even more as she noticed Emery trying to hold back her laughter at the awkward situation. "As you have so astutely pointed out, Theo, this is Gwen. And Gwen, this is..." She held a slight pause, "...my brother, Theo."

Finally, Gwen mustered up the courage to speak up. "It's nice to finally meet you, Emery has talked a lot about you. All good things, I promise." She tucked a stray auburn hair behind her ear and offered him a shy smile. She wasn't used to being so nervous around others, but she couldn't help the fact that her crush on the boy had completely stuck her foot in her mouth."I saw you at the party last night, but it ended so fast and you were busy so I didn't have the chance to introduce myself." Of course, there was a little bit of an underlying meaning. For one, they had made eye contact a few times but Theo seemed a little into Trinity after their kiss. She wasn't daft, of course those two had a little history and if Theo was planning on charming Gwen for a rebound she wasn't entirely here for it. Even if she found him incredibly handsome.

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Dom flipped through the pages soaking in the book itself, he hadn't been much into true classics but something about it engrossed him. Maybe it was Sloane, maybe some tiny thought had told him if he read it he'd understand her a little better. Speaking of Sloane, as he flipped a page his eyes strayed above the cover of the novel and met her gaze. She must've escaped the conversation outside and made her way into the hall. She smiled and waved slightly, in which Dom smiled back. His heart panged a little when she didn't join him at the table, but it was irrational. They had only just met.

Dom's gaze traveled back to the pages, so when his half-sister sat down in front of him he didn't even notice her presence until she spoke up. His gaze fluttered from the word he was on to her, a little startled but mostly shocked. He hadn't expected her to make the first move to talk, the fact she did speak first made him feel a little guilty. He should've introduced himself already, that's what normal siblings did. "The Iliad, huh? I didn't know you liked such books." He could tell she was a bit nervous, and he didn't blame her, he was too. He was quiet for a moment, partly because he had no idea what to say, or how to even approach the conversation. He had been an only child and a strange one nonetheless, but he needed to try. Raven was quite possibly the only one in this camp who could truly understand him. "Hmm? Oh, it just something a... friend gave to me. Just to pass the time". His index finger drew a steady, small circle on the page of his book, a nervous tick to help him concentrate on the conversation. "I have the Aethiopis, it's another good read if you like that one." He offered her a faint smile, and nodded his head slightly. "Thank you, I have a few as well, but my collection is a bit scattered. The Jungle, The Grapes of Wrath, Lord of the Flies." Dom liked anything striking, and powerful, novels that changed the very way you think. However, he didn't mind a classic ever so often.

"I hope you've been uhm, enjoying yourself at camp? I know for me it's been a little difficult", especially as a child of Khione, "So maybe you've fared better?" Raven seemed to be a little more outgoing than he was, she had a charisma about her that he envied. So maybe she had already acquired friends, or maybe they were more alike than he thought.

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mateo lopez

hera • #CDA200 • casual

Mateo had dug into the plate before him, a little surprised. Although the food fared a little less than what he was used to back home, it was quite delicious. He had just stabbed into a piece of cantaloupe when a girl, he hadn't met before approached him. “Morning. Can that nifty trick be taught or is she just a peach?” She was a little rough around the edges, or so he assumed but he didn't mind the edge. Not to mention she had noticed his little trick and was amused rather than appalled. He smirked and lifted is fork in a 'ya got me' gesture. "A magician never reveals his secrets, but if I might add the peachiness definitely makes it a bit easier". That statement was true, the more willing they were the easier it was to compel. "If you'd like to see it in action however, I'd be more than happy to have you fetch me a glass of water." He raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing a little bigger, but when he saw her expression he laughed. "I'm just kidding, I've had enough fun this morning already".

“Did you have fun last night?” Matty turned his head to the side letting out a soft chuckle at the question. "As much as I could. The damn thing ended before all the real fun would start. I guess I was a little let down, I expected a demigod party to be more exciting than the ones the frat boys throw on back home. Tell me, have you ever seen a nineteen year old boy take ten shots of vodka in a row, recite the Gettysburg address, and then jump through a window? It's more exciting than you think." What a wild ride his short time at college had been. He'd seen things, that no one should probably ever see in their lifetime, but hey that's college for you. He nodded towards her, taking a bite out of a piece of bacon. "What about you? Everything you've ever hoped?"

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“No, yeah, sure,” Trinity replied as she agreed to help Wes with his buttons. He glanced down at her slightly, noticing a little blush on her cheeks. He didn't smile, although he wanted to. Instead remaining quiet, and not moving to make it easier for her. Occasionally as she worked, her fingers would brush his skin. Wes thought nothing of it until she mumbled a quiet, “Sorry.” His smile met hers when she finished. “Good to go.”

"Thank you." Wes raised his hand, tugging at his shirt slightly to readjust it against his torso. He then took the loose right sleeve and tucked it inside the shirt so it didn't just flop around carelessly. The walk towards the main hall was quiet, aside from the sound of twigs and leaves crunching under foot. Wes was sure everything was probably overwhelming Trinity, and he didn't want to make it worse, so decided to opt for silence on his end as well.

Wes looked around at the other campers who slowly migrated towards the hall, noticing his sister sitting under a tree with another one of the newbies. She smiled and waved toward himself and Trinity. He raised his own hand to return the wave. Then his attention promptly returned to his present company as she finally spoke up. “She's lovely, your sister. You two seem to connect really easily. I mean it makes sense, you're both so...loving I guess.”

He smiled back toward Trin with a chuckle. "Right, an Aphrodite kid loving? Who knew?"

“You must be excited to have another person to bug,” she added with a bump against his shoulder. Wes watched her as she spun around, walking backwards but still facing him. “Uuh, you should also probably teach me to be more socially pleasant so I can get a head start. You know, get the family to start liking me and approve of me in the early stages.” She winked with a chuckle.

Wes quirked a brow slightly at the comment. He hooked his thumb in a belt loop of his jeans, studying her slightly with curiosity. "You go from a deer in headlights at the thought of an official date... To wanting me to prep you to meet my family?" He couldn't fight the smirk that crept across his face while he nudged her shoulder playfully with his own. "And for the record," he added, resting his elbow on her shoulder. "My family only consists of Kalani and my father. Ani loves everyone... And my father? Well, he hates me, so he'd probably like you." Wes chuckled softly.

Wes stopped in place when Trin grabbed a hold of his arm. His brows raised, looking at her curiously. “Can you compel me? Like fill me so much devotion that I'd do anything?”

He cleared his throat, surprised by the question. "I mean... Well, yeah I could, but—"

“Do it. Turn me into a teddy bear. Make me hug someone.” Wes parted his lips to interject but Trin was on a roll, so he let her finish. “Come on Ken Doll, make me do something un-Trinity.” She then began to repeatedly poke him to egg him on and do it.

Wes stared at her poking finger with furrowed brows. "It doesn't quite work like that." He laughed and quickly grabbed her finger before she can poke him again. He doesn't release his grasp on it as he continues. "I can't make you do anything. I can only give you a strong sense of love, devotion or obsession... Then anything beyond that is whatever your twisted little psyche decides."

He wasn't necessarily saying no, he wouldn't do it. But, Wes wanted Trinity to understand the full gravity of what she was asking. No one likes their mind or emotions being meddled with. It'd make her feel like a puppet to something beyond her control. "Plus, if people can't accept you for who you are, then they obviously don't deserve you as a friend. Because I think you're perfect the way you are." With that, he shrugged his shoulders in a matter of fact way. He released her finger as he looked down at her. "But, if you really want me to do it... I will. But, you can't be mad at me if you don't like it or do something... Well, undesired."

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Sloane hesitated for a moment in the doorway of the main hall. She was glad Dom was reading her book. She didn't know if it was out of obligation or general curiosity, but it was still nice to see. No one ever took interest in similar things to her. But... She did kind of practically shoved the book at him. Sloane had half of a mind to turn around and tell him that. That he didn't have to read her book if he didn't want to. Then Raven sat with him, and her mind changed. She could handle one on one interactions but once groups got bigger, she got more uncomfortable.

She scanned the hall until she was met by a piercing gaze from a far off table. Her brother gave her a mischievous smirk, no doubt in part to his current company. But also behind a somewhat innocent grin was more... A warning. He knew who she was looking at, and she could imagine his words ringing in her ears. You have a job here and that isn't to make friends. Sloane tensed. After a moment, her gaze briefly darted towards Dom once more before she inhaled sharply and ducked out of the hall.

Sloane made sure to walk in a different direction than the way she entered to avoid running into Kalani and Annie again. Once she was down at the far end of the field, her pace slowed as she came to the base of a large tree. Without a moment's hesitation, she climbed up into it, stopping on a thick branch. Sloane sighed, trying to relax in her solitude. She leaned her back against the trunk of the tree, her right leg dangling over the side of the branch, while her left was bent and brought towards her chest.

Up that high, most campers would walk right past her without noticing her there. Sloane liked that. It was easier to avoid doing whatever her brother or mother wanted her to do if she didn't allow people to get close to her. Unlike Sylas, who tried his best to mold to the camps standards, she preferred to appear like what most people assumed of an Eris child. It was her own repellent... Well, for most people aside from Kalani, who can't help it based on her parentage, and Dom. Which, Sloane couldn't put a finger on it as to why he doesn't seem put off by her.

With a soft sigh, Sloane reached in her bag and pulled out her leather bound journal. Writing seemed to be her only solace. She didn't have the luxury of talking to anyone about how she felt. She couldn't even really do it in her journals because Sylas would go through her things on a regular basis and read them. But, out of all the things her brother was, he was dense and poetry was greek to him. It was her only way to get out what she was feeling without writing it out in black and white. Sloane let her pen glide effortlessly along the page as the soft breeze blew loose raven hairs across her face. It was peaceful, if even for a moment.

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Mason smiled and took one of the offered grapes. Check one for Sylas. "That's all you had to say." Sure, Sylas could have strolled on over, plopped a squat and been like 'hey, wanna partner?' But, he had more tact than that. Also, it'd probably seem less sincere and more like a joke just tossed on the table like that. There was a method to everything he did, even if it wasn't apparent to others.

"I could use the help. But with respect, I would prefer my..." Mason looked him over. "murder pal? to be someone who, at the least, I know isn't going to stab me in the back the first sign of trouble. No offence to your gifts."

Sylas shrugged his shoulders while pursing his lips. Sound thought, he was sure it probably crossed a lot of people's minds. It was nothing new. "No offense taken. But with similar respect, the same could be said of a Hades child." He didn't skirt around the apprehensions like Mason did. He knew it had to do with him being an Eris child, and it didn't bother him. "But, you can rest assured when I give someone my word, I follow through," he added, taking a grape and popping it into his mouth. "And I don't scare easily. I'm not frightened of a little bit of lightening."

What Mason might not know is that Sylas isn't all talk. Yes, he can induce mass chaos on many levels. The easiest being making others just begin fighting each other for no apparent reason. It's natural to assume Eris kids would be... Well, pussies. Once they have to get their own hands dirty, they don't know how to wield a sword or defend themselves. But, Sylas had the best education money could buy, with extensive classes in fencing. He could fuck up a Valis's day without a single drop of his abilities. He'd let Mason discover that for himself during training.

"I'm curious to hear your plan of action if you even have one. Or should I just trust you?" Mason asked. "Also, does this make us friends now?"

Sylas watched Mason toss the grape in the air and catch it in his mouth. He chuckled. "I think allies would be a more appropriate term. Friends aren't really in my wheel house." That wasn't to say a friendship wouldn't follow, but Sylas didn't have friends. A lot of that due to the simple fact that he was... Basically a high functioning sociopath. But, that's a technicality. "And no, I don't expect you to just trust me. Trust and friendship is earned... Not freely given."

He tapped his fingers against the surface of the table for a long moment, before finally speaking up again. "Well, I mean we could simply just corner one of them... Stab stab. Job's done," Sylas said dryly, obvious that it wasn't the best idea for a plan. "That lacks... Creativity, for lack of a better term. Sure, death is the end goal but we don't want it to be swift and merciful. It's more satisfying destroying someone, breaking them down and ruining them, root and stem." He paused for a moment to gauge Mason's expression before continuing. "I don't know how devious you are... But, I liked the idea of turning everyone they love against them."

Death is simple. It's quick, to the point and over in a blink. But, there is an art when it comes to truly ruining someone. You take everything away from them, their power, position and those they love. Leave them alone in the world with no one but themselves and the thoughts of their own transgressions. Then and only then, is it the time to kill them. Killing someone when they have everything makes them a martyr, but killing them when they are nothing? It's like erasing them from ever existing in the first place. You're not seen as a monster... But a hero. It's all about perspective.

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"I won't do anything reckless," Ajax promised. But, something deep in Andy didn't believe him. She didn't say anything though, instead simply nodding her head. "You go on ahead, I'm going to go for a walk." He placed a kiss upon her head. "I'll come find you when I'm back."

Andy sighed. "Alright." That was all she could really bring herself to say before she turned and left Ajax's cabin. She walked as swiftly as she could through the woods, hoping not to cross paths with anyone. She wasn't in the mood for the rumors or whispers about her making the 'walk of shame' back to her cabin after spending the night with Ajax. Luckily for her, it seemed most of the campers were already up and not lingering around their cabins, so she made it back without any incident.

She let out a sigh of relief when she closed the door to her cabin, throwing her things on her bed. Andy trudged over to her bathroom, stopping before the sink. She looked up at her reflection, groaning at the sight of herself. Last night's mascara left trails down her cheeks. Her eyes were still blood shot and puffy. Then there was her hair... Andy gripped the porcelain sink, taking a deep breath. After gathering herself, she stripped down and got in the shower needing to wash the past day off of her. Of course, the water could only wash away the dirt, not her own racing thoughts.

Andy wasted no time once she was out of the shower. She got dressed quickly, and left her wet, curly hair free so that it could air dry. Then, like she had been for nearly a year now, Andy pushed all her struggles, worries and pains to the back of her mind. The moment she stepped out of the door, it was like nothing was wrong with her. She had gotten good at it over the past months. It was only a select handful of people that Andy let see what was really going on with her, but the new campers didn't need to know. She still had to be strong for camp, for her friends... And herself.

She made her way toward the main hall. Andy missed out on breakfast at Ajax's so her stomach was growling something fierce. When she reached the open field, she came up behind Wes and Trinity. They seemed extra smiley that day, which helped lighten Andy's own mood. Instead of interrupting them, she flashed them both a smile and a wave as she moved past them, beelining for the hall. Once inside, she grabbed herself a bowl of cereal and banana. Turning around, Andy scanned the room trying to decide where to sit. She had half a mind to sit with Mason, but seeing him with another camper, she simply smiled. It was nice seeing him make new friends. So instead, she opted to sit at an empty table and dig into her food.

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#2018-03-10 15:54:35, as written by SparxALot

STAFF ANNOUNCEMENT - ALARIC HART

He headed to the hall with a large bag over his shoulder prompting the camp attendees outside to follow him as he passed so he could make the announcement. Other staff patrolled the camp rounding the strays up or those that chose to slumber in their cabins.

Once he was burrowed in towards the back of the hall, he begun. "Excuse me." He cleared his throat. "Excuse me." Having little success to gain their focus that way, he whistled loudly, its sound easily carrying through the hall.
"Great. Now, it has come to my attention that the camp has been making ill on its promises to help harness and flourish your powers and provide exciting activity. So today, we play an extreme capture the flag. And yes it's mandatory that you participate. As elementary as that may sound, you need it. Welcome to camp. The teams will be split up in two.."

He cleared his throat and read from his list. "The Red Spartans: Alexandria, Andromeda, Dominick, McKenna, Ji-hyun, Sloane, Theo, Harleen, Finley, Atticus, Adrianna, Kalani, Elias, Nikoloas, Lise, Mason."

He looked up from his list expecting the groans to roll in but protesting would get them nowhere.

"The Blue Trojans: Ajax, Gwendolyn, Trinity, Wesley, Sylas, Annie, Seung-min, Emery, Dimitri, Duke, Keith, Isobel, Mateo, Areum, Raven and Evelyn."

"You die, you lose. You tap out, you lose. You get your color taken from you, you lose and come back to the hall and watch." He dropped his bag with a grunt on a nearby table with a clatter. "Your colors are at your base. These are your weapons. You do not have to use a weapon, they will not be given to you. You can use your powers." He smirked a little. "Welcome to the Hunger Games." The reference to the gripping YA book probably went over at least half the camp attendants heads. Most didn't give reading the time of day, and those that did read probably didn't concern themselves with something so modernized, their noses either stuck in the air or buried in work of literature and ancient tales instead.
Alaric was mostly referring to the cornucopia aspect. The weapons would be scattered among the woods and there’s for the taking, most of which were right at the center of the woods, gleaming and beckoning to be taken in the crossfire.
The camp attendees could figure out for themselves that the pain they could experience would be no more than a phantom pain via the weapons, traps and beasts that the very gods themselves, and some demigods designed and helped set up.

It would be best to see them treat it as real as possible.

"Do not go for fatal blows on each other," he warned as the final and only rule. A demigod turning on another demigod that way was vicious and cruel, and Alaric as well as other staff had no tolerance for it. It had no place in their camp.
"There are currently some hostile beasts prowling the woods," he assured in case anyone was disheartened by the idea of no-fatality experience. However, their very jaws and beings were enchanted so when they clamped down on a demigod fatally, they'd be warped straight to the hall. "You have two minutes to get to the woods, get your colors on, hide your flag within these perimeters," he pointed to the map's red and blue colored area on opposite ends of each other -AKA their bases, "devise a plan and create a universal safe word if you have to."

"I hope you're all awake, because time starts now."

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"No offense taken. But with similar respect, the same could be said of a Hades child."
It was refreshing to come across someone so wise and Mason nodded with the statement to show, likewise, no offense was taken. "But, you can rest assured when I give someone my word, I follow through," Sylas added taking another grape from his bowl. "And I don't scare easily. I'm not frightened of a little bit of lightening."
Mason found himself nodding again and shrugging. Many would claim so. Jenn wasn't scared of lightening but the psycho bitch cut her head off. If you weren't scared of lightening and submissive to the spawns of Zeus they were particularly hostile because you didn't spoon-feed their massive egos.

"I think allies would be a more appropriate term. Friends aren't really in my wheel house. And no, I don't expect you to just trust me. Trust and friendship is earned... Not freely given."
"That it is." Giving Sylas another look over Mason guessed they wouldn't evolve to such a stage. Keeping things business or as strictly allies would fit them both best. Worry of each other likely wouldn't come into the picture until after the Valises were gone. But who knew what the future held.

"Well, I mean we could simply just corner one of them... Stab stab. Job's done." Thankfully his lack of enthusiasm demonstrated that was among the most plain ideas and not a real one. "That lacks... Creativity, for lack of a better term. Sure, death is the end goal but we don't want it to be swift and merciful. It's more satisfying destroying someone, breaking them down and ruining them, root and stem."
What did he think Mason was doing? In addition to waiting for the right moment to present itself, he was trying some behind the scenes works.But he liked that Sylas liked the slower route. It was a bit more of a gamble but if it was a job done right, it would be most rewarding.
"I don't know how devious you are... But, I liked the idea of turning everyone they love against them."
Mason actually threw his hands up in the air and gestured to the hall. "Thank you! Finally someone gets it! I know I'm pretty but I haven't been spending my time doing my hair and flossing my teeth and solely thinking of ways to kill them." Mason hadn't exactly been targeting people they love to turn against them either, for the sheer fact that he couldn't even stand to be in radius of a Valis worshiper and they were harder to convert.
Actually, Mason was doing little in truth. He was just being a bit more social and charming and Alex already did the murdering. Mason did have one good asset though, however that was more an ace up the sleeve for him.

After a long moment in thought with his tongue pressed to his cheek, he spoke again. "I wouldn't mind dying to make a point. Providing old Pops brings me back." The camp needed to see the monsters under the surface. That it wasn't a one off thing. Like Sylas he wanted to ruin and bury their reputations and ruin the trust fellow demigods mistakenly placed in them. And sure, just to make it really burn, make their world collapse, turn the people they love against them.

Then, a staff member paced through the hall capturing Mason's attention. As he could have guessed, he was on a mission. Once he gathered everybody's attention, he laid out the task ahead.

It was in moments like so where Mason really had to reflect on his life choices, or certainly the choice of returning to camp and not killing Zeus's kids. Now he was teamed up with the one he despised most of all. At first he was consumed in hatred and distaste but eventually it evolved to a glimpse of opportunity. Extreme capture the flag meant full contact. In this case, it meant letting the demigods run wild like animals. Mason glanced back to Sylas. "Is the boy next door facade still staying on in the heat of competition?" He smirked and got up. Now was the time to see what those twins were made of that so easily slipped under the radar.

His legs carried him there automatically and he was in another head space entirely, even as he wrapped the band around his arm. Except when he had to tune in on the team speech, Mason supposed that might have been important. Important to feign attention in anyway as winning or losing didn't really matter to him. How many rematches could happen down the track, and what did winning really prove? That you had a good team and the right players? That they were lucky? Mason crossed his arms and waited for any outgoing brains to take initiative.

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Two minutes!? Duke paced off to what was temporarily known as the Blue Trojan's base. He wasn't going to hide the flag, leaving that duty instead to the likes of Ajax or better, Seung-min. He pulled a blue bandanna and wrapped it around his forearm.

Duke pressed his tongue to his cheek on his little over-eager team. The hype was good, but they needed a strategy implemented, especially when the opposing team had the likes of Lise and McKenna. "We need defenders, attackers and maybe a mid-field. We also need to consider our biggest threats. Harleen, she's quick, she's deft, you dont want your band taken off you without knowing you've even been touched. Likewise, Andy, military brat and witch, she'll be more confrontational and physical, keep your wits about you. Kalani can seduce you, stay focused. Adrianna, I've never seen her competitive side but I can guess she has one, and not to underestimate her." He gestured to Mateo because the very same applied to him. Then again who wasn't a threat? He gave up. "Take out the Spartans brains, healers and manipulators first, then deal with the brutes. They probably think we're a confrontational side too, that we're going in with guns blazing, but let's try to be a little more subtle. Travel in pairs if you can. Not attached at the hip though." If there was an ambush, he’d prefer one teammate to go down and not a collective of them.
"Wes, Raven, Dimitri, Isobel cover the middle, please." Together the four made a disarming pair, and a protective one too if they accessed the right emotions and triggers, and powers of course.
"Emery, Seung-min, Sylas and Evelyn, you're our secret weapons. Aim for the Spartan's flag. Avoid the heat of the battle if you can, use evasive or defensive techniques." The four could get creative. Their gifts and applications were always a surprise and they weren't the type that urged an immediate threat. "Ajax, Trinity; they'll be expecting us. Let's not disappoint." They were probably the renowned biggest war-heads. Without them near the front line of battle, the opposition would get suspicious about their presence.
"Daniel -uh, Keith, stay as a line of defense. Gwendolyn, I think you'd make a strong offense but it depends where you want to go, you'd know where you're best kept. Annie, I think we need you to press forward too. Look after our assault team and stun some opponents. If that makes you uncomfortable, stay back with Keith."
Duke looked between the remainder of Areum and Mateo. The demigods whose attitude he most struggled to grasp. Daniel needed some help in defense, but he felt their usefulness could be better spent elsewhere. In the middle as both offensive and defensive forces.

Then he caught himself, swept up in heat of the moment. "That's my suggestion anyway," he said so the more sensitive didn't kick up a fuss about him taking lead on a strategy or 'ordering them around'. After all, he was no child of Athena or son of Zeus. "Anybody else got an idea?"

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Keith tried not to be so evaluating and calculating of the new state of camp. It seemed to bustle with a few more energetic bodies than last year and definitely a few more brooding faces and vibes. He felt his heart sink in the knowledge that it'd be hard to make friends. There seemed so little room for the socially awkward and everybody else already had established their "clique".

Sometimes the camp could be exceptionally boring and dull, but that was something he simply had to endure like everyone else and hope the next day would be more rewarding. His degree of boredom would just be more though. His lips pressed in a line and he plucked out his earphones and shuffled through his phone for a tune that could ignite his soul. Keith smiled slightly when he found it. Some would argue it was a little too swaggerish for him but part of him really liked it and had a guilty pleasure listening to JT.

The son of Hecate traveled through camp territory for another year of learning and fighting evil, having to suppress the urge to walk in rhythmic bounces and pull some Michael Jackson move. He made his way to hall, typically the central congregation point of people, new and regular. That, plus some staff waved him over to and pointed to it.

Some larger species of male had bumped him. "Daniel," they said casually, but he was bowing to the ground to retrieve his glasses that were knocked down on impact. He carefully placed them back on the bridge of his nose, surprised to see the brute had actually taken to stop and staring. For a round two, he prayed not.
Keith slowly rose and for some time it seemed they just stared at each other. "I'm sorry," Keith said finally and spun on his heel to take an extended detour. It wasn't worth getting his teeth knocked out and he didn't want to cause any trouble. Keith had spent some time in the gym on his holidays and become a bit more solid in build, but it was nothing that girls would second look or enough to engage in a fist-fight confidently. The hall would still be there too. He wasn't missing anything.

When he slid into the hall an announcement was happening, and he shrunk into the wall then nestled into a corner and slowly pulled out his earplugs. An extreme mandatory capture the flag...what could go wrong. Inside, Keith wanted to die there and then or dissolve into a puddle. It was like high school P.E class and the untalented still had to participate even when no one really wanted them on the team, and they didn't really want to participate, and the teachers were the only ones that thought it was a good idea in the entire universe. He sighed out and was the first to exit the hall and make his way to blue base.

Duke started rattling off a plan, and while he was smart and confident and that was semi-contagious when it came to his plan, Keith was super insecure about being the last line of defense by guarding the base especially by his lonesome. That was enough pressure for him to develop a twitch and have a nervous breakdown. But externally, there was no more displayed than light levels of anxiety.

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Sloane Astor

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a character in “Camp Athens II”, originally authored by mjolnir, as played by RolePlayGateway

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