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

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

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Helen remained silent. With her hands on her hips, she eyed the group. Raising her eyebrows slowly, she couldn't spot somebody that she would like. At least by the looks. Some of them were probably 'nice country folk'. The common Billy and Marie, grown up with chickens and cows and what not. Somebody else joined them with just a smile on her face and Helen wondered if she was in some Christian camp. Man, that would suck as she wasn't going to do anything with religion! That wasn't her thing and she doubted it ever would be something in her taste. Soon after another newcomer joined. Helen eyed the other for a second but was still waiting for somebody to answer her question. Was it that hard? Perhaps she should talk dorkish or geekish?

Tapping lightly with her right foot on the ground, Helen started to look around. This camp wasn't from the looks great. Was she supposed to milk the cows tomorrow? Chop the wood? They could stuff a sock in their mouth if they wanted her to do that! Psh! Just as Helen was deciding to walk away and deciding to see if she could make her time worth visiting this 'camp' another person joined the group. Even asking what was going on her. [color=cyan]"Wasting time, that is going on here."[/color] Helen mumbled, crossing her arms as she was really on the edge of losing her patience.

Then that guy spoke. She didn't know his name nor did she particular care for knowing it. It wasn't like she would remember it unless a proper reason was given to it. The only reason why she didn't just walk off was because he called her : [color=00a651]"my dear"[/color]. Staring at the boy, Helen wondered if she should laugh at him in the face and walk away or ask what he had been smoking. Clearly, this guy wasn't right between the ears. What was going on with all this talk? Some Lord of the Rings stuff likely. Rolling her eyes, Helen decided that she would venture off on her own to score a drink. Judging, however, by the amount of rambling about all that weird stuff made her worry that there wasn't anything stronger than limonade or some 'light' soda. A scary thought in her opinion.

As the guy performed a sort of trick, Helen just stared at him. Remaining silent until he was done, Helen bursted in a loud laughter. Her hands moved to her stomach as she would continue to laugh. Subdueing her laugh, the teen shook her head lightly. [color=cyan]"Listen Billy, I've seen some weird stuff. But I'm not from 2004. Just point later out where you hide the equipment and stuff, but I'm not interested in your Narnia crap. Keep that in your closet."[/color] She said, her mocking tone fitting her prhasing. [color=cyan]"Just show where the food and stuff is stored and I'll go my own way."[/color] Helen didn't look away from the 'son of Bilbo' or whatever he had explained. Convinced that it all before was a trick she wasn't going to just buy the fact that they were sons and daughters of weird deities. Cause if that was the case, then why was she with her mom until now? Considering it, Helen wondered if this was some sort of cult that tried to get the children of single-mothers to believe all kind of crap and then do weird stuff. Didn't some time ago a cult commit mass-suicide? Remembering it vaguely, Helen glanced to some of the other bystanders. [color=cyan][i]"Shit man. This is hilarious and scary as fuck."[/color][/i] Was the thought to herself, wondering further about it. But no, sadly her mother was just a human and her father had ran away a long time ago. It was the harsh truth and she wouldn't seek shelter from the truth by pretending she was some elf from Lord of the Rings.