[color=cadetblue][h1]Rebekah Cross[/h1][/color]
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[b]Location:[/b] Academy Campus
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Her Slowly Growing Frustration With Her Environment

Children of the Gods. Descendants of the Greek pantheon, a collection of beings with power ranging from the Sun and death itself. Living embodiments of the elements that make up the world. The modern world had ceased to believe in them, but they lived on, and so did their children. Literal demigods.

Aaaaaand they were still all teenagers who didn’t [i]understand the need for quiet reflection and study and work on one’s personal projects free from outside interferences and distractions.[/i] Though to be entirely fair, Rebekah Cross’ standards for what constituted “quiet” were far and above what most would agree on. She would’ve been quite happy if they were all completely silent, honestly. At least her own rooms were always quiet. She could very easily control the volume within the bounds of her own home. But there was just one, small problem with that.

She wasn’t home.

She was outside.

On campus.

Trying to locate somewhere with outlets, a corner, a table (this one was optional), somewhere to sit, and a decibel (and population) level within her acceptable ranges. It honestly wasn’t proving to be very easy. Several subsections of the population were, by definition, noisy and/or chatty. Chatty was worse than noisy. Noisy could be ignored. Noisy could even be tuned out, with the right set of headphones. Even without headphones, honestly. Promachos was not meant for creating noise cancellation tokens to carefully place at the perimeter of her territory, but…

Athena had almost as many siblings as Rebekah had fingers. She had to have been there. Rebekah refused to believe her mother had never been there.

Anyway, she had ruled out the dining hall. And the gym facility by definition. The library, weirdly enough, wasn’t comfortable enough. Chairs were too hard-backed. Too much chance of people coming through, bitching about a history project or something. So here she was, roaming outside on the campus, trying to decide where she was going to perch for her projects. Going home would be simple. But she might actually need something from the library, and walking home and then back to  the library was too time consuming.

The parking lot was over there. Shame she couldn’t just work in her car. But draining the car battery to fuel her laptop seemed a little excessively desperate. First world problems, she supposed.