[hr][hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/akencSk.png[/img] — [b]۵[/b] [b]۞[/b] [b]۵[/b] — [img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/9a441d0a5b8c8212c64c59bb92fdbdd0/tumblr_inline_nwqle345uQ1sjlo8s_250.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b]Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Alina Leora Kim [@King Kindred][/sup][/center] [hr][hr] Jamie shifted to lay a hand on the horses neck, keeping her calm as Alina approached, taking one of the bones. [color=DA70D6]"Nah, not a god send. I'm just good at getting into places I shouldn't."[/color] She said with amusement, [color=DA70D6]"And sure, I always appreciate help with any heist. I'm sure Tyler would have some opinions on it- and probably be annoyed he didn't think of it first."[/color] Jamie said with a laugh. It was good to be home- and more, it was good to be with people that understand. Jamie always felt a little out of place in the outside world, but here... well, things were different. Oh, Jamie was still an oddity, but they were an oddity in amongst other oddities. [color=DA70D6]"You don't owe me anything- except perhaps bail money if I ever get myself caught."[/color] Jamie responded, although Jamie tried to make it clear that they were joking. [color=DA70D6]"It's what we do here, right? Trade things. Don't need to expect anything for doing what I enjoy- stealing things. Besides, you're always good for information."[/color] [hr][hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/hhRK5gB.png[/img] — [b]۵[/b] [b]۞[/b] [b]۵[/b] — [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/70/8f/18/708f180b6eba4d826621c47e716c1658.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b]infirmary, Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Vivian Lucasta [@metanoia], Zane Blacklight [@Theyra][/sup][/center] [hr][hr] Kalinda stopped what she was doing for a moment, knowing she wasn't making things easier. Zane... Viv... She needed to at least make it seem like she was confident in this, that she believes things would be alright. She had to be better then she was, if only for her siblings sake, her patients. Her friends. [color=B22222]"Zane."[/color] She said softly, turning to face the boy her sister was just about drooling over- although she doubted Zane would know that. [color=B22222]"Never underestimate the power medical supplies can have. They might not be able to stop, to get supplies themselves. But beyond that... it will show Erin and whoever goes with her that we aren't going to let them face it alone."[/color] She shifted, reaching out to grab some bandages, rolling them up skillfully and quickly, having spent quite a few hours of her life doing so. [color=B22222]"Even if we can't be with them, can't help anymore then just making some supplies for them, it will show that we are on their side. That, as was so eloquently put, this whole thing is bullshit but that if everything goes bad, we won't let the Gods have Erin."[/color] Shoving the bandages none too gently into the pack nearest her, Kalinda had to take a moment to stop the anger rising inside of her. [color=B22222]"The Gods are fucking bastards, and we aren't going to let them fuck with one of us and get away with it. So, we make these packs, not just for the hope they will help, but to show that the Gods can't fuck with us and expect us to take it laying down."[/color] Suddenly her anger fizzled as her sister was called to go to Dioynsus, and she turned towards her, the anger replaced by a sudden fear. What was happening now? [color=B22222]"Viv... "[/color] What could she say though, don't go? [color=B22222]"I... "[/color] [hr][hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/efZHUhY.png[/img] [b]۵[/b] [b]۞[/b] [b]۵[/b] — [img]https://www.pride.com/sites/default/files/2016/01/12/tumblr_mpf8bk2cvl1qbnhsoo1_500.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] Ares Cabin, Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b]?][/sup][/center] [hr][hr] He should just leave, before she realised someone was there. He should turn away, and scurry to his room, hide out there... It wasn't the best idea, as one of them- Elias or Octavia herself would find cause to come in there. He started to turn- perhaps he could sneak out the window- when her door opened. It was too late to flee, to get away. Talon gritted his teeth, looking away. And anger grew anew in his chest, threatening to overwhelm him once more. She could have easily ignored the door. But no, she wanted to draw this out, make it even more of a thing then it was. She wouldn't simply let it be over and down with. His fists clenching once more, finger nails digging painfully into his palms- She didn't even give him a chance to respond, already walking away as if [i]nothing[/i] was wrong, as if she was over it. The jar of salve slipped through his fingers, falling to the floor, as he rather deliberately unclenched his hands. She wanted to be this way, so be it. He had tried, she had taken the first chance to escape she could. He turned, storming towards his bed room and slamming the door shut with enough force it rattled the frame. He flicked a glance to the snake in its enclosure, and went to check on her, making sure she had all she needed before he turned to his bed, flopping down on it and staring up at the ceiling. He'd been feeling better... he'd been doing better... and now it seemed that those few moments of peace he'd attained from helping Valeria skip rocks, letting her heal him... it was gone and Talon just felt the familiar churning of emotions- anger prominent- within. Why couldn't she have just let him do what he needed to?