[center][h1][color=chocolate]Tobias Casper Grímsdóttir[/color][/h1][h3]
[color=slategray]Cabin Eighteen  -  Outside Cabin Nine[/color][/h3][/center]

The door creaked shut behind her, the rush of air taking the life of the candle with her, leaving the demigod in darkness. Tobias laid there silently, waiting and listening to the steps of the blind girl as she moved out onto his porch and then left for good. He waited, letting nearly half an hour pass to be sure that she was truly, without a doubt, gone. He lifted himself up from his bed and turned, planting his feet onto the floor of the cabin. Unlike some of the other cabins, his only had a single large room. Whoever built it probably knew the type of guy that Thanatos tended to be. One child. Any more and, as they're so wont to do, they'd kill eachother. Perhaps that's why his cabin was the way it was. Sharing it with a sibling would probably drive one of them to madness.

He then pushed off of the bed and stepped into the center of his room, kicking a few half-read and likely forever abandoned books to the side. If he hadn't finished a book in a single sitting, it usually meant it wasn't worth his time to finish it. As he stood there, surveying his room that, despite his eyes best efforts, was still to dark for him to make out much more than silhouettes. From beyond his cabin walls, he could hear the bass of music, no doubt from the party the blind girl had mentioned. The party the blind girl had [i]invited[/i] him to. "[color=chocolate]Maybe I'll see you there,[/color]" he muttered, repeating the blind girl. "[color=chocolate]Forget you're bloody blind?[/color]"

Tobias shifted around his apartment, from his latest liqour supply, to a pile of cups he was sort of sure he had recently washed, and then back to his bed were he sat on the edge; sipping from a chipped glass, the burn of whiskey helping him feel a bit more alive. The burning in the back of his throat tended to be particularly good at that. He drank and finished his glass, scowling at it before refilling it and returning to the amber liquid with more ferocity than before. He was going to at least need a buzz for where he was going. He hated parties.

Almost as much as he hated leaving camp sober. So he had a third glass.

He turned off his stereo, cutting the static white noise that he hadn't noticed until it was gone. Tobias made his rounds through his cabin, grabbing a change of clothes and slipping into a pair of black boots, blue jeans, a black t-shirt, black leather driving gloves, and a bomber jacket with a fur collar. With a flask in his jacket pocket and a near dead android smartphone with a pair of earbuds coiled around them in the opposite pocket and a recently slimmed down faux-leather wallet in his back pocket, he was ready to leave.

He kept a cautious distance from the party which had spread beyond the Hephaestus cabin and was likely soon to consume all of the neighboring cabins. Tobias couldn't help but be a bit thrilled that his cabin was so far away from hers. He wouldn't have even approached, let alone stop if he hadn't seen something unusual. A face he didn't recognize, and he was familiar with all of the faces in camp even if he wasn't on speaking terms with most of them, had put down a load of baggage at the edge of the crowd and was beginning to wander in while maintaining the appearance of a frightened animal.

He jogged toward her belongings, calling after her as he reached them. "[color=chocolate]Hey, newbie, don't leave your shit around for the Hermes kids to get into,[/color]" he said, stopping by her stuff and folding his arms. On his first day several years back he had found a hornets nest in one of his bags, courtesy of a Hermes kid that disappeared a few years back. "[color=chocolate]You need help or are you just abandoning this?[/color]"