"[i]Yeah I do, I'm Venice Gorga, or Venny son of Ares...I guess, what is wrong with that dude's arm, to much jerking off to alien and fairy posters?![/i]" A cocky boy called out, instantly verifying to Thane that he was a son of Ares. A long sigh dragged out from between his lips as his eyes rolled around their sockets. His shoulders sagged ever so slightly as he was reminded of every time there was a new group of campers. It as always the arm they wanted to know about, though this was a first time that someone insinuated he had a fairy fetish. At least it was reasonably fresh. The crackling Earth and the rising fury in Erin's voice reminded him that something needed to be done once her mood became foul and the two children of Ares were doing a stellar job of that. Thane did a volte-face, slipping into his cabin once more. He would do the same little trick that he did whenever the arm was brought up by someone trying to make a joke; Make it abundantly clear that his arm was not meant to be a joke.

Thane returned from the cabin seconds later, Erin's display finishing up as his cousin, Syleste, made an appearance and greeted the fresh blood. "You still have your sweet and loving cousin," Thane called out to Syleste when she mentioned that she was the only daughter of Morpheus, his voice flat as it usually was. If it weren't for his disinterest in most things, people would assume he was a master of deadpan. "Gorga," Thane spoke with a sigh bringing forth and opening his hand as he stood just before the door of his cabin, revealing what he went to retrieve, a luscious red apple. He brought it to his lips, biting down onto it before moving to untie the bandage tie just below his shoulder. The bandages coiled off his arm, falling slowly to the floor, revealing skin black and flat in colour like charcoal. The bandages continued to pile at his feet until his arm was completely bare and with it he reached out, some of the new campers falling back at the sight of it. He opened his hand, palm facing the sky and placed the apple onto his hand, patiently looking at the crowd.

"If you're unaware of basic mythology, Thanatos is the hand of death, the giver of peaceful death through just a touch." The apple began to darken as he spoke, the skin bubbling and collapsing in on itself, the moisture of the apple quickly dissipating as it rapidly decayed until it was nothing but dust. "I have had the misfortune of inheriting more than Thanatos's looks." Thane spoke softly, dropping the apple to his feet before punting it into the crowd, his dull uninterested expression never changing. "We're all very proud of you for thinking up that quip all on your own though, Gorga. Now, if you'll excuse me," Thane's eyes drew slowly across the crowd before settling on Erin, his eyes tired and dissatisfied. [i]This is exactly why I don't leave the cabin without you[/i], Thane thought as he kneeled down and scooped up his bandages before stepping back inside. He'd spend a short while reapplying his bandages before stepping back out to find Erin.

He stopped by the stereo before sitting down to perform the tedious operation of concealing his arm, turning it on and cranking up the volume. Redbone's [i]Come and Get your Love[/i] flowed out, filling the cabin with noise. It was loud enough to easily be heard from outside, though Thane wasn't particularly concerned with the fresh blood's opinions on his musical taste and by now the neighbors were used to it. Giving a quick glance around to ensure that the shades were drawn and that his only company was Erin's cat, he stood up and began to dance around to the song while halfheartedly taking care of his arm. As Thane began to sing along, he was reminded of the first time Erin caught him jamming out; The resulting embarrassment was what broke down the wall that was originally between them. She was so much harsher back then. The fact that there weren't any campers falling into Tartarus right now spoke volumes to that.