[color=slategray][center][h1]Hawley Griffin[/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
[sup][b]Interacting With: [/b]Alan Carpenter ([@YoshiSkittlez])[/sup][/center]
Griffin had watched the events of the Obstacle Tower unfold before him with an almost analytical eye, watching as Ky' vie maneuver the Obstacle Tower with the grace, speed, and coordination that could only come with years of experience. In a way, Griffin admired it: a daughter of Hephaestus of all gods being able to go head-to-head with the sons and daughters of Ares with a fighting chance. What was better in the end; Inherent talent, or years of practiced skill?

But Griffin's silent jubilee, marked by a growing, sly grin, soon fell to pieces around him as Deon grabbed the ring as well - mere milliseconds after Ky' vie had done. 

It was almost as if time had stopped. The ear-splitting cries and cheers from the audience stands instantly died out to almost nothing, the expressions of the crowd a mixture of shock, surprise, anger, confusion, or discombobulation. The only sound that seemed to linger in the area was the groaning and spinning of the Tower itself, and the few who still dared to try and climb it, probably trying to prove themselves. 

[color=darkgray]"Oh, for fuck's sake."[/color] Griffin spat out, seemingly to himself, though his gaze briefly caught onto Alan, silently acknowledging his presence as a sounding board. 

Though the tower was too high up and loud to hear any of the talk going on between the two potential victors, Deon's perverted smirk and expression told Griffin all he needed to hear. 

[color=darkgray]"There's nothing worse than a standing prick."[/color] Griffin muttered to Alan, obviously in regards to Deon. The son of Ares was everything Griffin despised in a person and then some. The very thought of him trying to solicit some sort of perverted favor from Ky' vie, or [i]anyone[/i] Griffin knew personally made his blood boil in his veins like acid. 

Stepping a few feet forward, Griffin looked, for a moment, as if he were intending to climb the tower, himself, just to give Deon a piece of his mind; but eventually stopped, clenching both fists by his side. Griffin tried to remain a go-with-the-flow individual, content to let people be as they would, so long as they let him be; but Deon he wanted to hurt. Physically, emotionally, didn't matter, so long as that cocky demeanor he wore shattered, leaving him a bleeding, raging beast to be put down.

With a sigh, Griffin finally spoke, a certain finality in his voice, [color=darkgray]"For gods' sake, she can handle herself."[/color] Turning back, Griffin returned to his original place besides his brother, pinching the bridge of his nose in uncharacteristic exasperation.

Sighing once more, Griffin seemed to calm down, any irritation he showed quickly replaced by his typical joking manner. [color=darkgray]"So, what big announcement d'ya think is gonna happen today?"[/color] Griffin asked his 'baby' brother, planting both hands in his coat pockets. 
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[color=silver][center][h1]Simon Riddle[/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b]Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood
[sup][b]Interacting With: Michael, Niesha ([@Caits]), Erin, Syleste ([@Vicier]), Bexley ([@tsubasa])[/b][/sup][/center]
[color=thistle]"Is it really odd to see them here when we were all instructed to be here?"[/color]
Met by yet another voice, Simon turned, matching Bexley's gaze with his own unflinching one for a moment as he seemed to process what exactly she had said. Admittedly, he was out of his element within the mass crowd of people, and it showed in his less-than-adequate interactions. 

[color=dimgray]"In many cases, you'd be right, Leah, but most demigods tend to take instruction as suggestion. Stubbornness is as intrinsic in our being as speaking Greek is--"[/color] 

[color=DB7093]“..I’ve been practicing that new piece that you gave me- it’s beautiful…”[/color]

Stopping what was most likely going to be an [i]extremely[/i] riveting lecture, Simon turned his head as rapidly as before to latch on Syleste, shifting the gears of interaction the same way an intricate machine would, flowing tone, expression, and topic of conversation in a manner that was almost admirable. [color=dimgray]"Have you? Good, good, good. It's a quick little song I caught in one of my shows, figured you'd enjoy it."[/color] Simon offered a small smile, yet this one was sincere, lacking the forceful rigidity he was used to. It gave an insight, however brief, to the natural charm and charisma Simon had the potential to wield if he worked at it. Truly, Syleste was one of the few campers Simon felt totally at-ease around. While her boundless optimism and naive nature sometimes perplexed the young wizard, it gave him insight on a different mindset, one he had not been privy to in a number of years. 

Fidgeting with the tarot card in his fingers, still, Simon leaned his cane down by his side, using his free hand to carefully remove his glasses, hanging them around the collar of his t-shirt, his bright, gunmetal blue eyes squinting unconsciously in the bright sun. 

Turning towards the twins of Athena, Simon offered an apologetic nod in their direction. [color=dimgray]"I apologize, I meant no offense. The children of Athena possess a cleverness that is not to be reckoned with. I examine situations as whether they're a risk worth taking. Clever as you both may be, the Tower is a test of cleverness and physical skill, which are traits I rescind to the children of Ares, Hermes...and, perhaps, Athena..."[/color]

Trailing off, Simon seemed utterly distracted; the source soon revealing itself as Ky' vie grabbed the golden ring from the oversized helmet, with Deon latching on but a split-second afterward. The pause in events silenced the camp, sending almost everyone in a state of tense confusion. But Simon saw an opportunity, the puzzle revealing itself to him. Deon's relaxed, yet firm posture, strengthening his grip on the ring while still attempting to appear indifferent to the whole situation. Grinning, his eyes were filled with a hunger that possessed many a man, insatiable lust of the flesh. Ky' vie, on the meanwhile, showed the first signs of being none-too-pleased that her victory was being challenged; and, Simon was sure, impending fury at what was no doubt a sexual pass. Engrossed in the scene playing out before him, Simon shut out all outside stimulation, locking his focus into seeing Ky's reaction, absently returning the tarot card to his pocket so he could clasp a hand over his chin. 
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