[hr][hr][center][h1][color=DarkCyan]Erin Marie Chase[/color] and [color=LightPink]Syleste Astrea Nioré[/color][/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Michael Stevenson and Neisha Stevenson ([@Caits]), Bexley Leahy ([@tsubasa]), Webster Hamilton ([@smarty0114]).[/sup][/center]

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Not even moments after they sat down, were they attacked- the mass ball of fur and drool not giving them a single minute of peace before he jumped up, pawing and barking, demanding their full attention, even if they weren’t willing to give it to him. Scrunching up her face in disgust as the canine began his assault Erin couldn’t help but to voice her frustration, the sound of an unimpressed groan falling out through her lips as she used both her hands to roughly shove at the big loveable lump, forcing him off her body around the same time Michael managed to get a hold of himself, and then in turn, get a hold of Moe once more.

[color=00a651]”S-s-sorry, he g-g-got away from m-me.”[/color]

[color=DarkCyan]“Argh; I can see that- what do you think I am, stupid..?”[/color] Narrowing her dark eyes, Erin shot a glare worse than death over in Michael’s direction, her body tensing as she leant forward in her seat so that she could see round the daughter of Morpheus, [color=DarkCyan]“Next time, try keeping that brute of yours on a damn leash; I don’t care for drool covered clothes. If it happens again, I’ll deal with him myself.”[/color]

[color=LightPink]”Erin… you know, you really shouldn’t be so mean… besides…”[/color] Biting the inside of her lip softly, Syleste chewed on it a few moments before she took a single hand away from Prince, her body leaning over and a gentle smile playing over her soft pink lips as she ran her fingers through Moe’s long fur, softly scratching and causing the dog's tail to whip back and forth even faster than it had been before, [color=LightPink]“..Moe doesn’t mean any harm… you know that…”[/color]

[color=00a651]”Uh… h-h-how are y-you g-guys?”[/color]

Unable to help the gentle giggle that fell out through her lips as the familiar weight of the dog’s head fell upon her leg, Syleste leant herself forward just that little bit more in her seat, the small pup she held within her left arm squirming a bit until it was able to break its front paws free, using them to playfully paw at the bigger dog’s muzzle as though in an attempt to try and tell him to back off trying to steal her attention, though it was clear that it was going unnoticed by both the girl and Moe.

[color=LightPink]“I’m good; thank you for asking, Michael.”[/color] Lifting her attention up from where she could feel the weight of both dogs on her leg, Syleste let her gaze wander over to where she could hear his voice coming from, the soft smile on her lips growing bigger as she tilted her head lightly to the side, her long and wavy bubblegum pink locks falling gently to one side with the action, [color=LightPink]“It’s such a beautiful day isn’t it..? But, I’m so sorry… I-... I forgot to ask; how are you doing today..?”[/color]

Choosing to ignore the question altogether, Erin once more sat herself back in her seat, her hands sliding out behind her to help hold her weight as she leant, her leg crossing over the other as she let her attention wander over the rest of the pathetic losers that were hanging about in the stands, the flash of a familiar tall figure wandering over to where they were sitting catching her attention and causing her to turn her on him- of course… because if it wasn’t Michael stalking the poor girl, it was bound to be Alan.

Once more choosing to ignore the question posed, though this one being from the stalker’s twin sister, Erin let her attention once more float, coming to a rest only when the familiar voice of her cousin sounded out from beside her, causing her to turn her dark gaze over to the girl herself- Bexley was a pain in her ass; it was because of her inability to comprehend the simple art of reading and writing that she actually had to do some damn work.

[color=DarkCyan]“..does it look like I care.”[/color]

Seriously..? What were they- some kind of beacon..? Sneering slightly in her cousin’s direction as she watched her settle down in the seat beside her, Erin let her words sink in before tearing her gaze away, allowing it to instead fall on another familiar face who seemed intent on joining the ever growing group surrounding her- if popularity was a contest; it was one she [i]didn’t[/i] want to win… preferring to instead be cooped up in her cabin, cat on her lap, and her nose stuck in a book with no distractions…

[color=deepskyblue]“Hey guys.”[/color]

[color=DarkCyan]“..web-head.”[/color] Shifting slightly over where she sat, Erin made sure to make herself comfortable before finally, she leant herself forward, her elbow resting upon her knee and her chin upon the palm of her hand respectfully as she let her dark gaze follow the boy’s movements- she’d known Webster from day one… and while she may not have spoken to him (or anyone else) for weeks after her arrival, he had definitely been the most persistent in being there for her when she had been ready to finally start opening up again… not that he knew the reasons as to why she had been so shut off in the first place.

He was annoying… frustrating… and a right scrawny git that, at times, she wanted to strangle to death… but he was hers; and if anyone was going to kill him- it was going to be her.