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[color=cyan][b][i]Helen Lewis,

Camp Halfblood.[/i][/b][/color]

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She wasn't happy. Ever since she had been travelling to this camp where she was told where gods and demi-gods were, Helen had the idea that it was more than this run down hogwash. That it was a marvel to see and experience. That the people inside were actually close to the terms of 'gods' and 'demi-gods'. Perhaps her gut was right that this was just all some weird cult thing and had she been misled all this time. Didn't the Greeks of old wear toga's and such garbs? While that had been a mild relief that she wasn't forced into wearing a toga, Helen wasn't that much relief that she didn't hide her dismay. There were more of those 'satyrs'. What was even going on with them? Some weird costumes probably. Slowly she was getting worried that she would also be placed in such a costume. What a joke she would be for others back home! 

Gritting her teeth, she decided that they would need a lot of people - probably two or three? - to shove her in any damn toga or weird costume. She would just see if they had some good booze and then get the hell out of here. A short argument would, however, break out between her and the satyr that had brought her to the camp. She demanded to know who was in charge of the camp, why she was here and who believed that there were actual gods and demi-gods in such a run-down cesspit of a camp. The satyr tried to calm her down and explain some matters. Glancing around, Helen noticed a small group of people. 

[color=cyan]"Yeah, yeah, whatever."[/color] She sneered at the poor satyr, who rubbed his face as he tried to not lose his cool. Walking towards the group, Helen observed the few with her eyebrows slightly raised. None of them really attracted her attention. There was a guy with an eyepatch. Just great, one of them playing to be a pirate or watched too many Pirates of the Carribean. 

[color=cyan]"Yo."[/color] Helen brusquely said as she would come to a halt. Her fists placed against her hips, Helen tilted her head slightly to the left and frowned. [color=cyan]"Who of you know more of this 'camp' and where I can find a drink? Cause if I hear one more story on that this is filled with gods and demi-gods, then I'm going to find the first nearby god and pull his or perhaps her beard."[/color] Helen had spoken in a direct manner, almost challenging to see if one of them would reply back to her. The word 'nerds' and 'geeks' was on her tongue, but she decided to reserve those nice terms for a bit later.