[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=SlateBlue]Athanasia Theroux[/color] & [color=4286f4]Arthur Stanford[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=SlateBlue]Location[/color][/b] Hades Cabin[/center]
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While the morning was a lovely thing it had little impact within the Hades Cabin. The thick black obsidian denying the light access to gloomy depths that were lit with flickering green flames. Honestly it looked like a house of horrors, but it was home. More home than her old one where she had lived for nine years, when she wasn't travelling with her mother. Stretching lazily in the coffin shaped bunk, Athanasia Theroux, daughter of Hades, blew the pale hair from her face as she gave a disapproving look to the cheery morning. Had she her way, she would turn back to sleep and let the morning pass! Sitting up the ten year old girl gave a huff as she glared at the muffled sounds the skull at the foot of the blood red sheets was making. [color=SlateBlue]"Have you something to say Chatters?"[/color] The biting edge of her voice was typical of any wake up before ten o'clock. As was the proper time for waking when you spent a good part of the night wandering and wondering.

[i]"Not at all, Missus! Cept you've got some hair standin' up!"[/i] Chatter's mobster accent was cut off as a small foot kicked him up into two pale hands that delicately held him. [i]"Whoa there toots! Didn' mean nothin' by it! Just pokin' a bit o' fun at ya! Take it easy."[/i] If the skull was still human, he would be sweating buckets at the dangerous look in those murderous black eyes. There was a shriek from the flying cranium as it soared out the door into the bright sunlight.

Arthur's eyes creaked open, his head comfortably laying on the pillow, staring up at the dark ceilings. He exhaled and groaned for a moment. "[color=4286f4]Sister Dearest.[/color]" He said calmly. This was what he called her when he mildly annoyed by whatever was currently happening. "[color=4286f4]I don't know what time it is, but i'm sure it's earlier than I'd like to be awake.[/color]" Irritated as he was, a bemused smile was still on his face as he rolled over and looked at Ash, still refusing to rise and face the day. Waking up the a hollering human skull was one of the unique and magical things about camp that he loved, and hated. "[color=4286f4][i]Why[/i] exactly is Chatter's screaming right now?[/color]" He asked. The skull had woken him up before, but that didn't mean he liked it.

There was a rasp as a curtain partitioned of part of cabin as Ash dressed with ruthless efficiency. Dusting her hands, Ash stepped out from behind the curtain dressed in her [url=http://petephillipsonline.com/fashionvandals/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/nao2.jpg]usual attire[/url]. Which was unusual to say the least. Pulling a brush carefully through her pale hair, Athanasia tilted her head at the rumpled figure of her half-blood, half-brother. A sibling she never expected to have, and would not do without now that she had him. [color=SlateBlue]"He was rude."[/color] The pale youngster stated simply as if that explained everything. Her hands deftly braiding her hair loosely over one shoulder, weaving the black stygian flower into it. [color=SlateBlue]"Oh, la! Brother, do you mean to sleep away this of all days?"[/color] Her dark eyes danced as she moved towards the gleaming doorway and where the foolish fossil had quite literally faceplanted into the earth. [i]"Wait- Oh, gods! I got a worm in my eye! If I had eyes that is!"[/i] The skull complained in a panic before a gloved finger was laid against his lipless teeth. [color=SlateBlue]"Shush, Chatters. Your prattling is annoying this early in the morning, and you do know how I [i]loath[/i] mornings."[/color] The dark eyes rolled in exasperation as she dusted the skull off. Today was 'CTF' or Capture the Flag. The most beloved, and therefore competitive, sport in the entirety of Camp Half-Blood. Or as Athanasia understood it. It would do Ry some good to blast a few of the other cabins so he wasn't so stressed out, and that went for most of the people in their little community. The Great Prophecy had caused a under current that felt too much like her home with her mother and... Well she wasn't certain what to call the man she had thought was her father til a few years ago. 

Arthur rolled his eyes and suppressed a laugh. Of course, he was being rude, so he had to be unceremoniously thrown out of the cabin. Ash was just ridiculous sometimes. Stretching in his bed for a moment, he stifled a yarn, and got out of bed. "[color=4286f4]Oh of course not, but a few more hours would've been nice.[/color]" He said tiredly, and took a quick step behind his own curtain, getting dressed into a simple black T-shirt, with a nice pair of tan shorts accompanying them. This was his standard apparel for warm days like this was to be. He stepped out, and grabbed his Dark Clay from his bedside, and placed it upright in front of him. Stripping two chains pieces off of the brick, he floated them in front of him, he outstretched his arms, making the bands snap along his wrists, segmenting themselves and smoothing into shiny bracelets. With the remaining clay, he floated it in front of him, and laced it quickly around the belt loops on his waste, forming a perfectly fitted belt. He gave a coy smile over to Athanasia and said, "[color=4286f4]Oh come now sister, how could you hate mornings? [i]You couldn't mean to sleep away this of all days.[/i][/color]" He jabbed playfully. He enjoyed Capture The Flag a lot, always loving a chance to show off and hone his skills.

Ash, as people usually called Athanasia with her name being such a mouthful, narrowed her eyes at Arthur as he jabbed at her with her own taunt. Typical she supposed with a shake of her head. [color=SlateBlue]"How imaginative!"[/color] Her small mouth curled in a smile as she winked at Arthur. [color=SlateBlue]"Afraid I'll do better than my big brother? Kiss, kiss."[/color] The two words were said lightly, but their meaning was far from what the words alone meant. From anyone it would be a sign of affection, while from Athanasia it could be to those who knew her. But said in ire it was a curse as potent as any a sailor would swear with a sweeter venom. Looking towards the practice yard, Athanasia twiddled her fingers towards Arty. [color=SlateBlue]"I'm going to get in some practice, and terrify a few unfortunates."[/color] There were other reasons as well. Athanasia was curious as to what Ryland made of the Great Prophecy. He was knowledgable on stuff like that. Though to be safe, Athanasia had stopped wearing green just to be safe. Her young mind twisted about what those words that were haunting the camp could mean. Four Empires? That was the point she just didn't get. What four empires? Ryland would know, he knew a lot of thing and what he didn't he could usually point her towards were the answer could be found. He had saved her life a year ago, and brought her to the camp. To say she adored the man was a understatement. Athanasia would tease Ryland ruthlessly sometimes, but she saw the older half-blood as her own personal hero. Something she admitted to no one.

Arthur's smile broadened for a second. He knew that meant she'd be trying to do whatever she could to out do him later tonight at CTF, and he looked forward to it. There was Nothing wrong with a little sibling rivalry , he knew she wasn't actually that angry at him, just throwing back what was dolled out to her. He strolled quickly behind her, following her out of the cabin. "[color=4286f4]I wouldn't mind joining you for practice, if that's alright.[/color]" He said. It's be a good way to wake up, and blow off some steam. If Ash wanted space though, he'd give it to her. Ash was a wonderful partner for practice, being able to well hold her own in a fight, regardless of what appearances might make one assume. It was really one of Arthur's favorite things to do with his half-sister, and it's one of the reasons Ash had gained as much of his respect as she had.