[color=DarkSlateGray][center][h1]Deon Alexander[/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] The Apollo Cabin; Camp Half-Blood.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Kalinda Franklins and Arianna Watson.[/sup][/center]

With most of the excitement from the news of his father being a dick diminishing, Deon found himself headed towards the Apollo cabin. After Ky' vie had managed to smack him in the nose with the winners ring of the obstacle tower, he was fairly sure it might have been broken - it hurt enough; and the blood wasn't stopping. However, his initial trip to the infirmary after leaving the tower was less than pleasurable as most of the other Apollo kids that were there found Ky' vie to be in the right standing and refused to help him, wanting Deon to learn something for once in his life. That didn't mean he lacked a backup. 

It took a bit of effort, but Deon finally caught sight of Kalinda as she escorted Arianna to her cabin. Smirking to himself a bit, remembering the bet he had made with the daughter of Dionysus, Deon followed them inside soon after, navigating himself through the halls as though he owned the place until he found the two girls. It appeared that the short-haired blonde was making an attempt to drug Arianna up.
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[color=f7976a]"Your drink, and your meds."[/color] [color=DarkSlateGray]Kalinda said, handing out each object in question for Arianna to take. Just once, Deon would have liked to see what the long-haired blonde was like off of them. From what he heard, she had quite the penchant for blood lust - his kind of woman. Wincing a bit as a finger to the hand that had been attempting to hold his nose in place slipped, the movement had brought him a slight amount of pain. He couldn't help but to then chuckle as his mind wandered. It seemed Ky' vie could be brought to that point of blood-lust too. He dropped his hand to see his skin splattered in wet crimson, the stench of iron filling his nostrils making them flare and hurt even more. He smiled.

[i]That fucking bitch.[/i]

"Excuse me, labies." Deon announced himself, leaning his short, but broad body against the frame of the door, one arm crossing over his chest while the other attempted, all the while returning his hand to his dripping nose. "Can it be my turn to blay the batient next? Or have I alreaby missed da bart where da two of you start to feberishly make out?" The combination of blood and swelling from his nose made it incredibly difficult to talk, but his ever famous shit-eating grin remained on his face despite the fact. He wiggled his fingers to Arianna in a hello. "Sbeaking of which, you owe me, Miami. But I'm good to watch for a bit if da two of you haben't finished."
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