[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Darkslategray]Deon Alexander[/color] and [color=goldenrod]Alan Carpenter[/color][/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Each other, Ky’ vie Morgan ([@Vicier]), Hawley Griffin ([@Ghost Shadow]), Imogen Parsons ([@Caits]), Chiron and Dionysus.[/center]

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A meeting. This was rather… different. Though it kept Ky’ vie from yelling at him any longer, though he didn’t particularly mind it. Deon simply gave the fiery red head a rather imperious grin before shrugging his shoulders in indifference.

[color=darkslategray]"We can continue this conversation later at my place, say, around seven? You do the cooking and I’ll get the drinks.”[/color] Flashing a wink her way, Deon removed himself from her space and began the quick descent down the tower to see what the big fuss was about. Dionysus had gotten their names wrong, but it was the correct use of the Hermes kid’s name that really got his attention. What the hell did that cabin do now?

Alan had just been seconds away from reaching back out to Imogen, confused as to why she was apologizing and then turning away from him. Really, [i]he[/i] should have been the one to be apologizing - even with his shirt on the sweat coming from his body was enough to drown a small mammal. He hadn’t thought about it until just then, but it was pretty gross, and probably why Imogen wanted away from him. Just as he opened his mouth, though, he heard his name called outright, and though he had only been half paying attention to Chiron and Dionysus, he had retained enough of it to know that he had been accused for stealing from the gods.

His attention was drawn away from the daughter of Poseidon, his personal hygiene worry now a sparse thought pushed to the far recesses of his mind. A bolt of adrenaline shot down through his body and straight to his stomach, making it twist in uncomfortable knots. He wasn’t even so sure he might not retch all over his shoes right just then. The young man met eyes with Dionysus, the intense gaze that followed back to himself a clear indication that the god had not mistaken his name for someone else’s. But… why? He hadn’t done anything wrong ever since getting into a small bit of trouble when he tried to use his Hermes shoes to simply fly to the top of the obstacle tower.

Color visibly drained from Alan’s otherwise fair complexion and his pulse quickened, making the sweat he had been worried about beforehand to continue to accumulate though now it felt… colder.

A wave of heightened whispers ran throughout the crowd of campers, many expressing disbelief, other’s muttering a sort of awed reverence actually believing that he could be capable of such a feat. Deon, perhaps the loudest of them all, scoffed as he jumped from the first platform and onto the grass, shaking his head and folded his arms over his chest.

[color=DarkSlateGray]“Seriously? That little shit couldn’t steal his own tidey-whiteys away from the cleaning harpies if he found himself in a pinch, for fuck’s sake!”[/color] he pointed out, a laugh erupting from his throat that was met by a few of his fellow half-brothers.

Alan lowered his head, ignoring the taunts from the Ares’ cabin and stared down at his shoes he was now even more tempted to throw up on - a gift from his father when he had arrived at camp, but not delivered personally. They had been left on the bed he had been staying in, in the Hermes’ cabin - a way his father had laid claim to him. Not personally. Never personally. But [i]this[/i] was personal. It was because of his heritage that he was getting blamed, and he knew exactly why.

[color=Goldenrod]“It’s because of Luke…”[/color] Alan explained to himself somberly, though it was attempted towards answering Deon. All those years ago, his half-brother had taken Zeus’ master bolt. Now Aphrodite’s dove had gone missing… it only made sense for the gods to turn their attention right back to the Hermes children. But why him specifically? He had dozens of half-brothers and sisters they could have blamed, though he was sure that not a single one of them deserved it. Confusion was written clear on his face as he looked back up, looking only at Chiron with misty eyes. [color=Goldenrod]“...why me?”[/color] he asked, taking a moment to look to his closest brother, Hawley, as if expecting some sort of clear explanation.