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[center][h1][sub][i][color=#48D1CC]Isaura Larsen[/color] & [color=#DDA0DD]Katherine Lance[/color][/i][/sub][/h1]
—   [b]۵[/b]    [b]۞[/b]    [b]۵[/b]   —

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[b]Location:[/b] Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Ky' vie Morgan (Briefly), & Imani Du Bailey ([@Metztli]).[/sup][/center]
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[color=#FF4500]“..hey, Issie..! You're not competing today..?”[/color]

[color=#48D1CC]"Hm..?"[/color] The sound of her name managing to catch both her ear and her attention, even over all the loud cheers and jeering that was coming from the stands encircling the obstacle tower, Isaura turned her head. Her bright ice-blue eyes flicking around first to glance over her shoulder towards the redhead that had called her before eventually, her body followed suit, and she was left moving backwards step by step, though at a much slower pace than before. A gentle shrug of her shoulders, and a roll of her eyes serving as her only response before she spoke. Her voice cold, though one that was still soft like the first gentle snowfall of the year, [color=#48D1CC]"..I'm suspended from participating for a while. [i]Someone[/i]..."[/color] She paused, though only long enough to shoot a glance towards where Brandon, the cocky son of Ares, stood smugly before her attention was back on Ky' vie, and she continued on, [color=#48D1CC]"..- who will, for the moment, remain nameless - grabbed and squeezed my ass last time. So in retaliation, I iced the pole he was holding onto. Chiron was [i]not[/i] happy..."[/color]

[color=#FF4500]"..oh shit. Sucks for you."[/color]

[color=#48D1CC]"Tell me about it..."[/color]

Raising her arm from her side, giving her more... fiery friend a quick wave in response to the one that she'd gotten herself; Isaura turned around, once more returning her full attention back to the stands that she had been heading towards in the first place. Hand drawing further up, her perfectly manicured and almost ice-like nails brushed lightly over forehead. The young daughter of Khione using them to draw her long and wavy pure snow-white locks across; neatly tucking them back and behind her ear as she scanned the crowd for familiar faces. Michael Stevenston... Kalinda Franklins- both of them were nice enough, but it wasn't as though she'd really gotten to know either of them. And both were a little too close to the larger group than she would have liked. It wasn't as though she didn't enjoy hanging around with people; it was more that people weren't exactly prepared for the natural few degrees drop in temperature that came with the pleasure of her company. But there were the few-...

Her lightly colored matte lips turning up at the corners; the warm smile only illuminated further by the light glistening of her eyes, Isaura found her gaze caught by the figure she'd been looking for, kept company by another that she also wasn't exactly surprised to see. Imani Du Bailey, and Katherine Lance. Her best friend, and the camps resident party girl. It wasn't out of character for the two of them to be spending time together, it just seemed to be a bit more frequant since Kate had managed to move from the 'depressed' phase of her break up, to the 'fuck you' phase.

Slipping her hands down into the pockets of her jacket - one that she was sure hadn't been in her wardrobe two days ago - she pressed forward. Her figure, keeping a reasonable distance from the various groups, ascending up into the stands; she gave her friends a light nod of her head before she took up her place with the both of them. Sitting on the edge, [color=#48D1CC]"..morning."[/color] Her body relaxing back, elbows resting on the step behind her as she extended her legs out in front of her, [color=#48D1CC]"How are you two doing..? Forresten, Ima, thanks for the jacket. It's really cute, I like it."[/color]

[color=#DDA0DD]"Elsa."[/color]

Giving a quick nod of her head in response to the girl joining them - the pair already set off towards the side of the stands - Katherine shifted where she was semi-lounged. One elbow resting back on the step behind her while the other arm remained curled around Imani's figure already sat in her lap. Her fingers curling gently, almost teasingly at the daughter of Aphrodite's hip, it was a few moments later, and only after one of the girls climbing the tower got knocked off and was sent flying back to the ground that Kate tore her gaze from the tower. Looking over towards the snow Queen instead, [color=#DDA0DD]"Ah... can't complain. Though the mornin' would be better if I could get my flask; but then that involves moving... an' why would I wanna disturb this gorgeous creature by doing that..? I ain't no moster."[/color]

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Forresten:
[indent][color=DCC077][i]By the way.[/i][/color][/indent]
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