[color=slategray][center][h1]Hawley Griffin[/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b]Hermes Cabin; Camp Half-Blood.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b]Gustavo the Mouse[/sup][/center]
[color=darkgray]"Should see if we can get one of the Hecate kids to make you talk..."[/color] Hawley Griffin spoke aloud, more to himself than anyone else, eyes locked onto the small white-and-brown mouse occupied with nibbling on a cashew held securely in its tiny paws. [color=darkgray]"That'd be interesting, wouldn't you think? Egh...Maybe not, you might be a real bastard."[/color] Griffin stroked the mouse's head gently with his index finger, smirking softly at Gustavo. 

Even within the confines of his Cabin, the whoops and cheers from the Obstacle Tower penetrated the aging wooden walls, prompting Griffin's smile to turn into a grimace of indignation. In years past, Griffin would've probably attempted to climb the tower, himself, with a not-insignificant chance at winning. But the obstacle course quickly became the Ares kids' playground, and while Griffin would pay good money to wipe Deon's shit-eating grin from off his face, it just wasn't worth the effort. 

[color=darkgray]"Might as well go see the action, eh? Maybe someone'll get knocked into a coma again."[/color] Rising to his feet, Griffin outstretched his palm, waiting for Gustavo to hop in his hand, where he was promptly perched upon his shoulder, Griffin's second-in-command. 

Grabbing a pair of aviator sunglasses from around his shirt collar, Griffin spent a moment examining himself in the mirror, giving a subtle half-shrug in response to his appearance, deeming it at least acceptable. 

Facing the bright morning sun, Griffin planted both hands firmly in his jacket pockets, strolling down the winding trail that led from the cabins to the heart of camp, following the noise like a marker. Strolling by the basketball court with a certain jump to his step, Griffin cocked his head sideways, catching a glimpse of his 'baby' brother in the middle of a basketball game with a few other like-minded demigods who [i]didn't[/i] want to get their faces smashed in for fun. 

[color=darkgray]"Oi! Be sure to keep your pants on, too, will you, love?"[/color] Griffin called out to Alan, grinning from ear to ear before giving a cheeky salute and continuing on his way, not bothering to wait for any reply. Having grown up without any siblings before going to Camp, Griffin had rather tackled head-on the role of teasing big brother, always ready to jab or poke at his innumerable siblings over something or other. But there was a camaraderie to it, in the end. The children of the Hermes Cabin were arguably among the most united and loyal to one another, and Griffin had proudly led them to victory in uncountable prank wars against other cabins over the years.  

Continuing down the trail, Griffin could spot the winding obstacle tower in the far distance, groaning and roaring its mechanical noise as if in testament to its mighty power against the campers. Griffin kept walking, not stopping until he was at the bleachers, not bothering to find a seat, content with leaning up against the metal framework to watch the action from the ground. Deon, Ky' vie, Ariana, that was expected. But, what was that, Pierre and Imogen taking a crack at it as well? Griffin raised a brow in bemused intrigue. Pierre could hardly conquer a pillow fort, let alone the Obstacle Tower. And Imogen was much like the same. Scoffing, Griffin cocked his head down to look at Gustavo, who had finished his cashew and was looking at his paws as if in wonder to where it went. [color=darkgray]"Poor buggers are gonna die out there. Damn shame, Immy's a cute one."[/color]

Shrugging again (to the chagrin of the mouse still perched atop it), Griffin watched with a newfound interest he felt he shouldn't have, wondering if Ky would manage to hold onto her victory streak this go round. Between the campers in the Hermes, Tyche, and Nike Cabins, Griffin was a few hundred dollars deep in the betting pool, and he was ready to break even. 
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