[color=Goldenrod][center][h1]Alan Carpenter[/h1]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/dXhVyDQ.gif[/img]
[b]Location:[/b] The Basketball Court > The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Others around him.[/sup][/center]

Cheers from his two teammates could be heard as Alan came back down from holding onto the basketball rim, having successfully dunked the ball for a fourth time that day, putting his team in the lead. Laughing, Alan met with the other two in an exchange of fist bumps and hand slaps, getting a few pats on the back as the other team got ready to set up the next set. The three of them got into position, guarding one shirted camper each, and the game was back in play. The ball was thrown in bounds, caught by the other team who dribbled and juked around his guard to go for the hoop, however Alan's tall and lanky stature blocked him from a good shot and instead passed the ball to the third teammate. Reaching a hand out, Alan intercepted the ball and passed it to one of his team members. Spinning around in a half-circle to get a better look at the scene before him, a blur of bubblegum pink infiltrated his peripheral vision on the left side.

Pausing, Alan turned his head to see Syleste, accompanied by Erin, walking past them towards the obstacle tower. Syleste was hugging a rather fluffy puppy in her arms - Pierre's dog. He, like most everyone else, was more than likely at the obstacle tower already. He understood why Syleste would want to go, but Erin? Like Marcel, she seemed kind of closed off to those sorts of things unless she was in a mood to watch everyone get beat up and make utter fools out of themselves. Maybe she really was that good of a friend to Syleste to make sure that she got there safely. But then... why did Erin look more pissed off than usual?

Then Syleste turned her head in his direction. He knew she couldn't see, but it was as though she were looking right at him. His heart-rate increased and it suddenly became quite hard to swallow. He was in the process of raising his hand to wave (gods only knew why he'd wave to a blind girl) before the left side of his face was met with a sudden jolt of pain. The basketball had been passed to him, but he had been so distracted, it hit him in the face instead, bouncing off of his sweaty skin where the opposite team was able to recover and go in for a simple layup, once more putting them in the lead. Shouts of protest and annoyance from his team could be heard, but Alan simply shrugged his shoulders and sheepishly rubbed his cheek where it was growing rather red.

[color=darkgray]"Oi! Be sure to keep your pants on, too, will you, love?"[/color]

Alan's attention was once more forced away from his friends as his half-brother, Hawley, walked by - obviously headed to the obstacle tower as well. He gave a light laugh though the young man wasn't at all sure whether he was talking about the fact that he was playing basketball shirtless, or something more of a perverted nature in dealing with his obvious-crush-to-everyone-else on Syleste.

That's when he remembered.

"Oh hey! Guys! Mr. D wanted us all to get to the obstacle tower before someone won, remember? He's got an announcement, or something." Alan walked over to the side of the court and retrieved his shirt he had laying on the bench before he slipped it on over his body, the sweat he had accumulated making it stick to him like a second skin in some places, but there wasn't much he could do about that for the moment. He'd get in a shower after the whole announcement thing, and a change of clothes.

There was a groan coming from the other five, but Alan just gave them a soft smile.

"I know, but this doesn't happen very often. It's gotta be something kind of important for him to [i]want[/i] to talk to us." he chuckled before waving for them to follow. He had never thought of himself as a leader, but the five other players (two of them having to get their shirts on), while grumbling, followed after him.

Once they arrived, the six split up and went their separate ways, Alan spotting Syleste's bright pink hair a mile away. He couldn't just go and sit next to her though, could he? Shaking his head, Alan walked to the other side of the stands and walked where Hawley had ended up. He gave him a small nod of acknowledgement before crossing his arms over his chest and watched the rest of the game play out.

Ky' vie was at it again, dominating the obstacle tower like it was second nature. But then again, Deon, ever the asshole, was looking like he just might pull through, somehow. Pierre, Ariana and Imogen were all giving it everything they had, which he could commend given the situation, and found himself rooting for Pierre - if only just to have something get under Deon's skin. [i]That[/i] would be something worth watching.
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