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[center][color=silver][h1]Simon Riddle[/h1][/color][/center]
[center][h2]Cabin Sixteen ~ Camp Half-Blood[/h2][/center]

[i]"--Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost...."[/i]

Simon Riddle kept his eyes glued on the screen, his lanky form sprawled in a leather armchair moved to the middle of the room. In one hand was a glass of bourbon he had been nursing for some time; in the other, a distinctive black walking cane, topped with a jewel-encrusted metal head. The words spoken in the movie picture hardly registered in the young thaumaturge. He was thinking - now more than ever. Thoughts running through his head at a million miles an hour, ideas painting pictures then quickly disappearing from his mind, scenarios quickly developed only to crumble under themselves in perfect chaos. 

[center]His existence was merely one great thought experiment after the other.[/center]

Leaning his head back, Simon closed his eyes, taking one more drink from his glass before letting gravity pull his arm back down to rest, merely his thumb and forefinger holding the glass in his grasp. 

Letting out a sigh, Simon's left hand fiddled for the top of his cane, gripping the cool metal surface tightly as he let the end rest on the hardwood floor. Putting all his weight into the can, Simon slowly lifted himself onto his feet, twisting his neck from side to side to let the bones pop, draining the rest of his glass and clearing his throat - he had been alone long enough. 

Gripping his cane just below the metal end, Simon held it up into the air, the deep blue sapphires embedded in the top glowed magnificently. In an instant, the projector shut itself off and the chair slid back into its original place. Placing the now-empty glass onto his desk, Simon took a moment to collect his thoughts before limping towards the front door of his cabin, letting his free hand grip the collar of his black pea coat. Draping it across his shoulders, Simon took a few moments to get both arms through the sleeves, lifting the collar of the coat itself before deeming himself ready to go out. 

Stepping outside, Griffin was initially blindsided by the bright flash of sunlight that gazed down upon the Camp. Being in practical darkness for a few hours would do that to a person, indeed. 

Scanning his immediate environment, Simon's gaze caught onto Syleste, who appeared to be walking aimlessly from Tobias' cabin. She held something in her hand, a can...What on earth had the Son of Thanatos done, now. 

Limping slowly towards her direction, Simon let his free hand raise up in a wave, calling out her name once to try and grab her attention. As he drew closer, his expression was one of slight concern mixed with moderate amusement. "What on earth are you doing, Syleste?" He asked upon getting close enough to speak comfortably. Indeed, she was one of the few people in Camp who Simon seemed to remember the name of...