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[color=#90EE90][sup][b]Location:[/b] Ares Cabin - Camp Half-Blood; New York.[/sup]
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Aurelius Hale ([@Apoalo]), & Talon Davis ([@MarshiestMallow]).[/sup][/color]
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Again... almost always; there was blood glistening across her hands. Over her worked knuckles. But then, it was natural. It wasn't exactly out of the ordinary for someone in camp to shed blood on any given day, and really, the sons and daughters of war were no exception. In fact she was pretty damn sure that, nine times out of ten, it was them that kept the infirmary as busy as it usually was. A sigh passing out through her lips, Octavia frowned. Her dark gaze falling to her hands as she curled and uncurled her fingers a few times over. The crimson of her blood staining her flesh, but she was far used to it by now. Besides... it was just a few scratches. What really mattered was that everything underneath was still good. The bones and muscles... the tendons.

As long as they were fine; then it was easy enough to put up with the scrapes and bruises.

Wincing slightly, the gentle cool breeze blowing in through the window running over her raw knuckles making them sting slightly; Octavia's gaze was drawn over to the window. Watching for a few moments as the light from the sun streamed in through it before he began to move. Fingers curling gently over the pane as she pulled it down, shutting it completely. Again, it was something that she was used to, but even still, it didn't mean that she [i]liked[/i] the rather uncomfortable sting that came from an open wound, no matter how small it might have been.

Turning away from the window after a moment longer, Octavia's arms fell. Swinging lightly at her sides as she crossed over to her bedside table, and only once she got there did she pull open the top draw. Hand resting on its surface as she began to rumage through it with the other. A frown etching its way onto her features, her fingers clasped around the almost empty roll of black tape she usually used when she trained. Shit. She was almost out. That meant that she had to choose from one of a few options. First, she could simply go back to the infirmary and ask them if they had any spare... second, she could order more and pay extra for Hermes to deliver it in the next few minutes... or third, she could risk it and venture into one of her brothers rooms to see if any of them had any left.

It wasn't the most appealing of the options, but...

Rolling her eyes; Octavia slid the draw closed. Her fist curling around what little tape she had left, she turned away. Her feet carrying her accross the room, it wasn't long before she was reaching out and pulling open the door leading from her bedroom into the hall. Though as soon as she did, she couldn't stop the flicker of regret, however brief it was, from crossing her mind as she came face to face with one of the figures she hadn't thought she'd be seeing so soon.

Talon.

Of everyone she could have possibly run into, it had to be him. Of course it did, because really, that was just her luck. And with the way the whole day was going so far, she wasn't necissarily surprised. Opening her mouth to speak, her words were cut off before she even had a chance to form them in her mind. Her attention instead drawing down the stairs and towards the front door as the sound of knuckles rapping on the wood filled the air. A guest..? Now..? It clearly wasn't Elias or Brandon; neither of them would have knocked. Why would they..? They lived there too.

Hesitating, her gaze flicking back and forth between her brother and the front door of their cabin; it was only a few moments after that her attention was drawn up towards the speaker fitted in the corner of the hallway. The sound of Dionysus' voice coming out of it. An announcement, really..? On top of everything else going on..?

Shifting slightly over the spot, tightening her hold over the tape she held, she let out another sigh. It was going to be a long summer...

Arm lifting from her side, reaching out towards him, Octavia gave a gentle squeeze of her brother's shoulder, [color=#2E8B57]"..I'll be back- just going to get the door first."[/color] Turning away from him, she'd only made it a few steps down the stairs before she paused. Her body twisting on the spot so that she was able to look back up at him from where she was; Octavia held up her hand. Fingers uncurling slightly as she held the tape up for him to see, [color=#2E8B57]"..do you have any tape, by the way..? I'm almost out..."[/color]

Waiting only a few moments for a response, her gaze holding his, she could only hope that he understood that despite everything that happened earlier, everything between them was fine. Or, at least, she hoped it was. It was something they were going to have to face eventually. Though when either of them got over their pride enough to sit and confront what happened in a more civil manner, it was going to be difficult to tell. Until then however... was there a point in holding onto the anger that had gotten the better of them in the heat of the moment..? All in all, it was a work in progress for both of them. They were just currently at different stages of the process.

Curling her fingers over again, holding what little tape she had back into the palm of her hand, it was a few moments later that she was giving him her back and heading off down the stairs. Her free hand lifting, fingers dashing across her forehead in order to brush aside any stray strands of hair; Octavia reached out and clasped hold of the door handle once she'd reached it. And after pulling open the door of her cabin, it was the second time in simply a few moments that she stood frozen in place. The seam of her lips parting slightly, dark eyes widening as she stared at the figure waiting on the other side of it. He was-... W-What..?

[color=#2E8B57]"..Relus..?"[/color]
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