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[h1]Aella Lorraine Stedford[/h1]
[h2]Hephaestus Cabin ~ Camp Half-Blood[/h2][/center]

Out of everything that she had learnt during the few hours that she had been around; she had to admit that the Greeks really knew how to throw one hell of a party. It truly was unlike anything else she had ever experienced before- every get together back home in Texas, every celebration or event that came up at Camp Jupiter; none of them could even compare to what she was seeing right here and right now before her very eyes… this was what they called a last minute party..? If it was, she was most definitely going to have an easier time getting used to the social aspect of living within Camp Half-Blood. The sound of bottles clinking together sounded loudly, adding to the rest of the festive atmosphere that surrounded her as she made her way back through the crowd and over to where she had left the two guys that she had first arrived at the party with: Gideon, and Archer… her new and older half-brother, and his definitely more than attractive best friend.

As first impressions went; she knew for a fact that she had made both a memorable, and a rocky one. She had stuffed up by being the stereotypical Roman; by showing them the exact person that she didn’t want to be- she’d tried so hard to be both open minded, and to also be weary and on guard about the place that was to be her new home… but it hadn’t taken her very long to figure out that she couldn’t walk both paths without hurting herself, and those who wanted to get to know who she really was. Gideon had been right when he had called her weak- she had stuck to the ideals that had been taught to her while she had lived at the Roman camp… the belief that there were no circumstances in which you could trust one of their kind; but now as she stood watching both the guys both happily and enthusiastically chatting away about Gods knew what in front of her, she knew it was time that she threw those thoughts out the window so that she could give her new life a chance.

“Y’all both look happier than a pair of dogs fightin’ over a dead skunk.” The unmistakable sound of her Texan accent filled the air surrounding them as she hurried to close the gap that was between her and both the guys, the broad grin that once lit up her features faltering slightly before finally, it changed into something that was more apologetic; her dark eyes softening immensely as she came to a stop in front of them, hesitating for only a brief part of a moment before she held out her right hand to them, the necks of two cold and freshly opened beer bottles held tightly between her fingers as she waited for them to be taken from her. This was going to be the make or break moment for her, and whatever sort of relationship she wanted to have with the two guys she had met; she knew that. Now was that time to show them the girl she wanted them to see- the [i]true[/i] daughter of Mars; instead of the paranoid one that they had already encountered.

“Brought y’all both a cold one; just as promised.” Falling into silence for what felt like a lifetime, she dropped her head down slightly so that her dark gaze was focusing on the mouth of the beer bottle she still held, her free hand coming up from her side to rub awkwardly at the back of her neck for a few moments as she tried to swallow her pride enough to apologize and to open up to the two new men in her life- for the love of Pluto, why was this so hard..?[/color]

[color=Gold][i]/ "Fuck what they think, Aella- you are my daughter, and a Roman soldier; you owe them nothing. The only favor that you need is my own.” /[/i][/color]

[color=OrangeRed]Not finding it too hard to ignore the sudden appearance of her father’s voice sounding out within her mind, Aella brought her hand around from her neck so that she could lightly brush some of her long ombre locks back off of her forehead so that she could see them both properly, her gaze gliding from Gideon… to Archer… and then back again before she took a deep breath, holding it for only a second before she let it out slowly, “Look... ‘bout what happened back at the cabin, I’m really sorry- that’s not who I am; and it’s definitely not who I want to be... I can’t stop y’all from judging me on what ya’ll have seen; and I mean, Gods know that I deserve it, especially after I went an’ did just that myself...”[/color]

[color=Gold][i]/ ”Aella; do not dare… do no-…” /[/i][/color]

[color=OrangeRed]Once more ignoring her father’s dominant voice reverberating within her mind as he groaned out with a mixture of what she knew was disappointment and frustration, Aella took a couple of steps closer to the guys, her hand coming up to rest lightly upon her brother’s shoulder as she leant in, pressing her lips softly against his cheek before she turned, repeating the action (though allowing her lips to linger just that little bit longer upon his cheek) with Archer in an attempt to show them both that she was willing let her guard down from what it had been earlier that day; her hand slowly sliding down the front of his chest before she took a step back, bringing her hand back towards her so that she could rather anxiously tap the perfectly manicured nail of her pointer finger against the cold glass.

“If-… If y’all will let me; I’d really like to have a second chance- to start over again and show y’all the person I actually am. This camp is supposed to be my home now; and family is a big part of my life… what’s the point in that if my own brother, and his best friend think that I’m nothin’ more than a flirty bitch…”

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