[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]), Imogen Parsons ([@Caits])[/sup][/center]
Griffin grew silent as the tension seemed to grow between the two co-victors atop the Tower, his brows furrowing critically as the situation slowly began to escalate, aided by the impatient scattered murmurs and shouts from the audience stands, all finally culminating when Ky pressed her lips against Deon's, causing the discordant chatter in the crowd to suddenly turn into whoops and jeers of varying reactions, creating a deafening noise that seemed to no longer be comprised of words in [i]any[/i] language. 

Griffin said nothing, a loud ringing in his ears droning over Alan's response to his question, leaving him to stand still as a statue, eyes glued to the crux of the Tower, seeing the two's kiss grow in intimacy and passion, each slow-passing second seeming to fill his being with more anger than he thought possible to feel. With seemingly one impulsive decision keeping him from climbing the Tower, himself to wring Deon's neck, Griffin was pulled abruptly from his reverie by Imogen's sudden appearance, bringing him back to the present - back to reality. 

[color=0072bc]”I did it, I mean, I didn’t have a hope in hell of winning, but I still did it!”[/color]

[color=darkgray]"Wha-?"[/color] Griffin shook his head slightly as he dug himself out of his own distraction, absently letting a single hand slide through his wild mess of hair, eyes landing on Imogen as if he were just noticing her. She seemed excited, more than Griffin was used to. The fact she sought him and Alan out was most peculiar. Not that the girl wasn't friendly, quite the contrary, but Griffin's own scope of people to interact with didn't normally include the young daughter of Poseidon. In a way, Griffin both admired and hated her humility in her role as one of the Big Three's children. Arrogance wouldn't have suited her, no, but to downplay her own power as insignificant...It drove Griffin mad. He had no regrets in his own parentage; he and Alan were among the, if not [i]the [/i] fastest runners in Camp, and anything that needed unlocking or pilfering, well, that was mere child's play to Griffin. But to control the sea and earth as if they were mere extensions of your will - [i]that[/i] was power. 

[color=darkgray]"Ay, you did, didn't'cha? Tower's a cruel beast, 'specially to new climbers. Congrats, Immy.[/color] Griffin complimented with a soft grin, the anger still gnawing at his insides seeming to drain the snarky humor from his person. 

[color=darkgray]"Sorry, Brother, got a bit distracted, I didn't hear ya."[/color] Griffin admitted sheepishly to Alan, scratching the back of his head. Anything else he was soon going to say was interrupted by Mr. D's declaration of news. 

[color=darkgray]"Aaaaand there it is. Best find a seat, then, shall we?"[/color] Griffin proclaimed before, quite literally climbing the side of the stands and sweeping over the threshold, somehow, if by skill or luck, not managing to crash into anyone as he navigated the packed seats to squeeze into what counted as a "vacant" space. 
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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:[/b] No one[/sup][/center]
Simon's eyes kept glued to the pinnacle of the Obstacle Tower, though he did not join in the whispers and questions shared throughout the rest of the Camp. He could've been compared to a scientist or researcher coldly analyzing a situation without opinion or bias. Simon would admit to himself, however, that he did not expect Kyra to outright kiss Damon back, let alone with the passion and arousal exhibited. For a moment, Simon averted his gaze, feeling as if he had stumbled upon a private interaction by accident, but no, this was for the whole Camp to see. With this result, Simon ascertained, Ky may have won the Obstacle Tower, but gained Dean as an incessant predator, snapping at her heels with the crazed determination of a starved beast seeking satiation. 

[color=Gold]“Ms. Kylie Montgomery… Mr. Devin Argent… I suggest you stumble your way back down to the stands, and take a seat with the rest of these lazy lumps. I have the unfortunate pleasure of calling my camp to meeting, and I need all ears on us…”[/color]

Simon's eyes flicked from the recently-parted, and now-fighting couple onto the diminutive Lord Dionysus as he called the Camp to attention. Twirling his walking cane between long fingers, Simon drew his hand up along the side of his face, letting it rest against his cheek, with fingertips brushing against his creased forehead. 

He could remember something, just a small something from a restless dream he had just the night before. He was in, what was it, a red ballroom, maybe? Or a restaurant, he couldn't be certain. The air smelled of cigarette smoke and spiced wine, interwoven with the stodgy conversation of its faceless inhabitants. Who was he with..? A woman, a young woman, maybe younger than he was. Short black hair, shimmering blue eyes that seemed to shift before him to shades of green and black - the Mist at work. Mother? There was...a dove, yes, a dove. But why? 

Unbeknownst to himself, Simon had begun quietly muttering things under his breath, not inaudible, but barely above a whisper. So much to think about, so little time to think. No. Think later. 

Simon brought his attention back to the matter at hand. Whatever Dionysus had to say, something or other had prodded Simon that it would be of great importance. 
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