[center][img]https://thumbs.gfycat.com/SlushySpotlessBuzzard-small.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b][@Vicier] Vivian, [@metanoia], Zane [@Theyra][/sup][/center] [hr][hr] Kalinda's gaze moved over to her sister, laying in one of the beds. She sighed softly, certain that she knew what was wrong. Vivian was bright, whereas Kalinda herself just... wasn't. An oddity amoung what people viewed Apollo kids to be like. Well, Kalinda had gone through shit in her small existance. People could just fucking get over it. Her gaze went over Vivan's form. A vision, then. A more extended one then she normally got. [color=firebrick]"Here."[/color] With barely any concern, or second thought, Kalinda plopped Chaos in Octavia's lap. [color=firebrick]"Watch the fuzzy tube sock, she'll just get in the way."[/color] Not waiting for a response, Kalinda moved over to her sisters bed. [color=firebrick]"Don't be sorry, pretty sure Dad's had his ass kicked a few times. We get hurt just like everyone else, Viv."[/color] She said as she looked her sister over. [color=firebrick]"What happened?"[/color] She asked softly, flicking a glance at Zane, before she once more looked to Vivian. She watched her, gaze looking for any injuries or anything serious. She stepped aside to grab a jug of water and a cup, pouring some into the cup and setting it down where Vivian could reach it, and sitting on the end of the bed. [color=firebrick]"I've got her Zane, but perhaps you could see what you can do for Octavia? Make sure she hasn't strangled the fuzzball."[/color] she said, in a some what lighter tone, perhaps even joking. [hr][hr] [center][h1][sub][i][color=yellow]Niesha[/color][/i][/sub][/h1] — [b]۵[/b] [b]۞[/b] [b]۵[/b] — [img]https://i.gifer.com/EpHU.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Sam [@Vicier][/sup][/center] [hr][hr] [color=yellow]"Perhaps Pierre or Adeline could knock her out... and then wake her up again when they're outside of camp."[/color] Niesha mused, although she wasn't being serious. It didn't seem to matter- Samuel's thoughts seemed to have been a mess of distraction. It was so damn easy to get distracted. Niesha shifted, watching- waiting for him to come back to the present. It was easier to wait, then try to get his attention again. She didn't really had anything to complain about- he was good to watch. Did they all look like that when they got distracted? Answering their own thoughts, and expecting everyone to know what was going on in their heads? It wasn't just a blank expression- no, Samuel's face seemed to flitter from thought to thought, and Niesha had to wonder what he was thinking of. The image of someone trying to drag Erin out? Perhaps. She smiled as he came back to the conversation at hand, and the task they had set off to do. Samuel was... warm. There really was no other way to describe him as he pulled her closer- he was warm. Not merely physically- oh, he could be a bit of an idiot, but... she was more then certain he'd give someone the shirt off his own back if they needed. He made the move seem so natural, and Niesha let herself move with his guidance as they moved towards the cabins. However as they neared Cabin nine, she couldn't help but frown. He had said cat, hadn't he? [color=yellow]"You don't?"[/color] [hr][hr] [center][h1][sub][i][color=red]Talon[/color][/i][/sub][/h1] — [b]۵[/b] [b]۞[/b] [b]۵[/b] — [img]https://i.gifer.com/4P8o.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] Lake, Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Valeria, [@Rodiak] Bronwyn, [@Moro][/sup][/center] [hr][hr] Talon closed his eyes, his hands still curled into fists, and he bit the inside of his cheek, waiting, wanting her to leave, to go away, to take alway the ruined atmosphere. It was too late, he knew that. She had ruined the few moments of peace he had managed to scrape when skipping stones. And now... Talon sighed heavily, opening his eyes, he looked away from Valeria- not wanting to see any negativity there, any hatred or fear. He swallowed around a dry throat, his lip beginning ot bleed again at motion. [color=red]"I... "[/color] there wasn't really anything he could say. The few moments had been destroyed, and Talon doubted there'd be a way to get them back. He slumped slightly, hands uncurling- blood on his finger tips, his ruined nails glistening with the scarlet fluid. He didn't care. It didn't matter. Nothing did. Nothing could matter, if it did, it hurt too much. [color=red]"I... I'm sorry... I'll leave."[/color] He said softly to Valeria.