Lance Shaw had been hopping from cabins to cabins ever since he arrived at Camp Half-Blood when he was about eleven - those of his godly ancestors were the least he wanted to stay in: every inch of the wall in the Chrono's cabin was covered with an extensive collection of antique clocks (which were pretty unnerving to look at, especially when he was going to sleep or when he just woke up), while the Ananke's cabin was choked with heavy dark fumes from the various phials lined up on the small ledges set into the stone walls (which were [i]equally[/i] unnerving when they started to glow at night and fill his ears with disembodied whispers). He finally begged Chiron to let him borrow the Poseidon's cabin - it was now empty after Percy Jackson and his girlfriend-turned-wife Annabeth Chase left the camp to start a new life together - and the latter agreed reluctantly on the condition that Lance would have to stop trying to escape from and at least go for one quest this year.

[color=00aeef][i]At least having seashells for wallpapers is way better than clock faces.[/i][/color]

The six beads on his leather necklace - which he wore it around his mechanic wristwatch - jiggled against the metallic strap as he jogged towards the dining area. It was already past ten in the morning, but the hall was still packed with famished demigods scrambling after leftover breakfast. He got himself some toasts and left the din behind him when he bumped into a girl around his age.

[color=00a651]"Sorry."[/color]

It took him a while to recognize her, a demigod from the Morpheus cabin - there were too many new kids popping up at the camp each year, and it was becoming quite a challenge to tell who's who. He had never spoken to her at all, but the words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop himself. [color=00aeef]"Hey,"[/color] he called after her. [color=00aeef]"I have extra toasts, so...if you want we can have a late but quiet breakfast together?"[/color] He let his voice trail off lamely.