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[center][h1][sub][i][color=#2E8B57]Octavia Arellano[/color] & [color=#FF4500]Ky' vie Morgan[/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] Brandon Murphy ([@Moro]), Carlos de la Cruz ([@Rodiak]), Samuel Clementine ([@Blackmist16]), Talon Davis ([@MarshiestMallow]).[/sup][/center]
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[color=#2E8B57]"He can't help it, Carlos..! Only time Bran shows restraint is when it's just me..!"[/color]

Voice clear enough, even over the tumultuous acclaim that filled the air around them; Octavia crouched almost precariously on the edge of the platform above the moveable rungs. Her dark gaze falling to flicker back and forth over her competition, though they easily lingered on a few of whom she knew were actual competition- at least, the few that she could see from her perch anyway. Her brothers, both Brandon and Talon; honestly, she was kind of surprised that she hadn't yet managed to locate Elias. Then there was Carlos; as reckless as ever. And below them all, for the moment anyway, was her biggest competition. Ky' vie Morgan. The redhead catching up quickly, though she wasn't about to give the guys a heads up on that. No. She'd rather waste time enough that she could watch the scene unfold than let them know that the daughter of Hephaestus was hot on their heels.

A soft chuckle passing out through her lips, Octavia shook her head lightly, [color=#2E8B57]"Leave it to our brother to compare the women in camp to a bitch with snakes for hair."[/color]

[color=#FF4500]"Nawwe... what's wrong, Bran..? Afraid I'm gunna turn ya ta stone..?"[/color] Hand shooting up, clasping tightly onto the bar he'd pulled out before he even had the chance, Ky' vie pulled herself up beside him. Her free hand brushing over his hip and across his lower back, she curled her fingers lightly. Her naturally perfect nails dragging slowly, teasingly up the length of his back and over his shoulder; she eventually reached towards him. Capturing his strong, chiselled chin between her thumb and pointer as she turned his head. Forcing him to meet her dark gaze as the two of them hung side by side, [color=#FF4500]"We're still up for out little... side bet... right..? Or, don't tell me... you're chickening out of that to. Because if you were..."[/color]

Her brightly painted lips turning up in the corners, the playful smirk making its way over her features; she brought her body closer to his. The muscles in her body tensing up, becoming more defined and helping to keep her hung where she was as she closed the gap between them. Her lips brushing against the shell of his ear, and her almost unnaturally warm breath - at least, warmer than that of a normal person - flowing out over his bare flesh, Ky let out a chuckle, [color=#FF4500]"..well... I might be a little disappointed..."[/color]

Nipping teasingly at his earlobe before once more going on the move, Ky let go of his chin. Taking hold of another rung above the both of them; she used the muscles in her upper body to keep her steady. Her legs swinging up, features scrunching in concentration before she used her strength to bring her foot down against the pole he was holding onto. Forcing it back through the tower and out the other side. The sound of a yell coming from the other side barely registering in her mind as she pulled herself up. Her hand reaching out to take hold of another extended towards her as she reached the next platform. Giving the daughter of Ares a nod of thanks as she used the help to climb up and back to her feet, [color=#FF4500]"..and your brother..?."[/color]

[color=#2E8B57]"Eh... he should consider it payback for the broken nose he gave me last week."[/color] Shrugging her shoulders lightly, dismissively; both girls still clasping each others wrist firmly, Octavia leant over the edge again. Glancing down at her siblings once more before her attention rested on solely Brandon, [color=#2E8B57]"..or at least the beginning of a [i]long[/i] line of payback..!"[/color]