[color=Dimgray][center][h1]Marcel Gates[/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] The Obstacle Course; Camp Half-Blood.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] James Wolfe and Aella Stedford.[/sup][/center]

Marcel simply remained quiet as the scene unfolded before her, though James' previous words on putting a hellhound at the top of the Obstacle Tower had her internally chuckling. She liked James. He played her games. It wasn't until the almighty humble Hermes kid decided to pick Erin for his quest did she really come out of her drugged-up, spacey state. Her half-sister looked to her, as if she were asking her for an answer as to why, but Marcel had nothing to give her but a narrow-shouldered shrug and another puff from her cigarette. Could wonder boy have picked a more awkward, totally inharmonious team?

"I give him two days." Marcel spoke out negatively, really only loud enough for James to hear before she turned her back to head back to the cabin. With the meeting now adjourned, she really needn't be there any longer. The people at the Obstacle Tower were starting to disperse in large groups at a time. Marcel hated groups... almost as much as she hated crowds. She used the bottom of her shoe (resting her ankle up on her knee) to douse the nearly finished cigarette and tossed the butt aside into the grass somewhere. It was only after putting her foot back down and lifting her head did she suddenly realize that there was a very large object blocking her way.

Squinting her eyes, her pupils dilating, Marcel craned her neck up to see a person sitting upon the said object and, after blinking a few times, was able to make out the fuzzy, muted shape of the object to be a horse. Though she had a feeling that the red, glowing eyes and the black smoke snaking out of it's nose wasn't actually there.

"Hades' breath... I was wondering what was kicking up a stink so much..." Marcel pinched her nose and wafted her opposite hand in front of her. Not missing the almost familiar purple shirt the horses' rider wore, Marcel couldn't help the smirk that fell through her lips as she dropped her hands back down to stuff into her jean pockets. "Bit lost, don'tcha think, Princess?" Camp Jupiter wasn't exactly all that popular with the daughter of Hades. Not that she had ever really met anyone from one, but the entire idea of the different kind of gods they had that were supposed to be the same representations of their gods... it was all just complete bullshit and she didn't want any bar of it.

Shaking her head, Marcel side-stepped around the fuzzy-looking horse with red eyes and headed back towards her cabin. Erin would be headed there to start packing soon... if just to make sure that Bacon didn't shit in her room before Erin got there.
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