[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F5BCC9]Desdemona Pemberton[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/8FJsUlhnBf5OvF0NBM/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=F5BCC9]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Half-Blood[hr][hr][/center]

In a whirlwind, she was swept up. First, she was brought to her cabin where she met her "siblings". It seemed her mother had gotten around. And the one girl, Theresa, was too peppy for her tastes. And she had the choice of her new pink, frilly dress or this ugly camp T-shirt. She took the camp clothes and went to change. Try as she might, the make-up would not come off. She put on the orange t-shirt and groaned. It was uglier than she imagined. She would have to change that later and before this Capture the Flag bull.

At the dining hall, she sat down and ate while everyone cheered as their names were called. This was fresh hell to her. She'd rather be at school with the Cyclops than this. What the hell was she to do? She could not accept this. Not yet. And yet, people were pushing her to participate and accept it all. Did no one understand her world had been rocked? It would take more than a camp sing-a-long to bring her to fully take part.