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[h2]James Wolfe[/h2]
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[b]Location:[/b] The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] No one in particular[/sup]
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The worst part of every day for Jamie was the morning. Even at nineteen he still craved the long hours of sleep that he could get during his "teenage" years. He was a growing boy! Or... at least... that's what his testosterone levels kept telling him. Sadly, he had things to do these days, and that required him to be up earlier than he would like. Although he seemed to be a little slower than most this morning. When he was finally able to shrug off the blanket of sleep he had been tucked into, he immediately knew what he needed. [i]Coffee[/i]. After some tinkering in the kitchen, Jamie was shuffling through the dining and living area of the Cabin One in his pajamas (a white wife beater and loose, light gray boxers) with a large mug of coffee. It didn't take him long to realize that everyone was already awake and starting activities, even his half-sister Bexley. He didn't entirely know what to make of her yet, she was so quiet and distant that it was hard to learn about her. Hell, sometimes she even slept on the roof for some reason. Whatever. He wasn't one to judge.

Jamie left the mug on the kitchen table after taking a couple, long sips and made himself look presentable. Well... at least his boxers were covered by a pair of pants and the wife beater having a burgundy, baggy hoodie thrown over it. The hot shower woke him up beforehand and after getting dressed, he was starting to feel like his normal self again. Or at least... somewhat alive. Seriously... whoever invented mornings needed a stern talking to. Apollo, maybe? He was the God of the sun, after all...

Before leaving his cabin, James (finally) finished his coffee, making sure to clean the cup afterwards. No sense in Bexley laying into him for his messy habits afterwards. While putting the cup away, his mind seemed to suddenly connect as it remembered that there was supposed to be an announcement at the Obstacle Tower today - hopefully he hadn't slept through it! The disappointed look on Dionysus' face would be punishment enough! 

On his way to the Tower, Jamie grasped the pack of cigarettes in his back pocket and wiggled it out. He returned it back to his pocket after a cigarette had been lit and placed between his lips, lighting it quickly after with a lighter he had tucked away in his opposite pocket. 

Jamie still didn't feel completely at home at camp yet. He hadn't even attempted to make friend yet either - just the occasional small talk or joke every now and then. But then again... everything here seemed to be very surface-based. 

When he arrived at the Tower, he kept quiet and observed. There was a group gathered on the ground making small talk and it seemed like things were getting pretty intense at the Tower. Looking up towards the top he noticed Ky'vie, Deon and some other really good looking chick he might want to get to know some day. He was new, sure, and he didn't quite know names or how the Gods' family tree worked. Hell... did he even care? No... no not really. No one here was [i]fully blood[/i] related to him. Just... half. Ish.

It seemed like there was a tie between Ky' vie and Deon - two names he had learned about almost immediately upon arrival. 

"What a surprise..." he said boredly to himself, though to no one in particular.

It looked pretty neck and neck between the two of them, though he was far from surprised. It was always those two... and honestly... it was getting rather stale. Not that he'd ever have a go at the Tower or anything. That was just a bit beyond his comfort zone. But... even though Deon was a prick... [i]especially[/i] since Deon was a prick... Jamie was hoping for any winner other than him. Ky'vie had [i]clearly[/i] shown that she was athletic, at this point it was just boring to try to beat her on this course, she had too much experience. Not to mention, the reigning champ. So... what would be more exciting? A champ beating a dick, or a dick beating a champ? He was seriously conflicted... but in the most uninterested way possible.

Exhaling a cloud of smoke with a sigh, Jamie slid his hands into his pockets and looked around, waiting for whatever this big announcement would be... and why it was so important he was awake at this hour of the day.
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