[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=SlateBlue]Athanasia Theroux[/color] [/center][/i][/b][/h1] [center][img]https://c.photoshelter.com/img-get/I0000A111v6FSs48/s/750/750/tpee9740-3.jpg[/img][/center] [center] [b][color=SlateBlue]Location[/color][/b] Camp Half-Blood, E3 -> F,4[/center] [hr][hr]

[i]"Fine, fine."[/i] The mobster skull complained. [i]"Look toots I got a name and I'd be appreciative if you used it else it'd be a bone of contention between us. Get it?[/i] Bone [i]of contention!"[/i] A faintly annoyed look flickered across Athanasia face as she rolled her black eyes. Ask a skull a question it seemed and they just chattered away. It was annoying, but she found it rather amusing. A good few of the places she had visited with her mother had been so entirely serious and dreary it was good to have a bit of humor. Even if it was from a skull. Even in the middle of a war game.

Noting Alannah's question, Athanasia gave a small smile to the older girl. [color=SlateBlue]"Well I'm from Rhode Island [i]for now[/i]."[/color] She noted with a slight frown as she stepped over a large stick. If they were scouting surely it wasn't a good idea to step on sticks. That was always bad in hide-and-seek. [color=SlateBlue]"Though I stayed with Mor- mother- in New Orleans for a little while. It was so awesome and my friends were really nice."[/color] The young girl shrugged looking a bit sad as she glanced back the way Arthur was. She missed having a solid friend at her back. Even if she had a ton of questions about her newly found half-brother she didn't trust him more than most of the other campers in the Camp. [color=SlateBlue]"They couldn't visit and Mor didn't let me go to their neighborhood. Where are you from? Did you get sent to a creepy school and have to scheme to break out of it?"[/color] She grinned cheekily. [color=SlateBlue]"I like that word. 'Scheme'. It's like scene but all sneaky."[/color]