[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 - Barrier Entrance
[b][color=F5BCC9]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center]

It hadn't quite occurred to her that the nearest city was Manhattan of all places. Given their location, she had assumed that the camp would be in its own remote location, or perhaps in some state with not a lot going on around it. Instead, they were nearby one of the largest cities in the country. And no one batted an eye at this. [color=F5BCC9]"Manhattan it is then."[/color] Of course, she had no intention of obeying this curfew rule anyway. Who would enforce it? She wanted to see that as much as she wanted to leave the camp for a bit.

She followed Theresa back towards the dining pavilion. Her mind was in planning mode, because any other thought would have drifted back to you-know-who and she didn't want to deal with that at the moment. She wondered if they could leave with weapons? Hers transformed into a bracelet, and the city was known for being sketchy. She wondered how those rules came to be and if those before them had broken them and what happened? Surely the police didn't intervene in such matters. Though she would like to see them try.