[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://media4.giphy.com/media/3owytRiu2nuCOHw8ZG/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Half-blood: Beach
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy wasn't able to focus on the Demetri side of this conversation anymore. Her chest felt tight and her hands incredibly cold. Zeke's words sounded distant to her. She could see his lips moving but she couldn't really make out what he was saying. She could hear him, but nothing was processing. He might have been reciting a recipe for how to make spaghetti or describing the intricate way he would like to salsa dance with a dragon one day, and she wouldn't have had a clue. Her ears were ringing and each breath felt incredibly difficult. Nancy wasn't even aware of what she said - it felt like some sort of foreign entity was moving her mouth, forcing words out through her lips. [color=#9370DB]"I don't need you to save me,"[/color] Nancy said. She didn't remember that even seconds after the words left her mouth. 

[hider=CW: Sexual Assault Flashback]	Her vision blurred out and then there she was, fully immersed in the traumatic flashback of that night. THE NIGHT. The night that she had dreamt about for a year straight. The one that Lupa, the wolf goddess, had warned against revisiting - that there was nothing else there for Nancy. But the one she couldn't help but return back to back then. Over and over again. She could still feel the buzz of alcohol in her head, and something else - something that made everything feel distant and fuzzy, close but far simultaneously. She didn't know that her drink had been spiked - but it had been all the same. She had trusted these boys. They were her friends - they liked all the same songs and played the same games in the arcade. They had taken her back up to the suite they shared, those four boys. They were going to watch a movie, they said. 

	Nancy hadn't even gotten any popcorn before it started. Before there was a hand on the inside of her thigh. Another person grabbed her by the shoulders, holding her down on the couch. A gag was shoved into her mouth. There was the flash of a camera. All she could remember hearing was the blaring horns of studios intro playing on the TV, the sound of buzzing in her ears, as she tried to scream for help. Her clothes were forced off of her. Her friends told her to calm down, that this was fun, that she owed them. The sound of the movie got louder and louder in her ears, until it was deafening, and then...

	[i]POP![/i]

	Her friends' heads exploded, covering Nancy and the suite in their blood. [/hider]
	In the real world, Nancy started to scream. It wasn't a scream of anger - it wasn't her screaming at Zeke, furious at him. It was a scream of [i]terror[/i], of pure fear. Nancy's control over sound went overboard again, dirt and sand flying up around her, the force of the waves causing Zeke to stumble backwards. [hr][hr][center][h3][color=a187be][b]🌈 Leda Storm 🌈[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/97b8c553cbb195c7ea49cc44e8711ccc/tumblr_inline_p1oageaqHl1rifr4k_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Half-blood: Big House
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	[color=a187be]"Damn, Rosie is just popping them out lately, huh?"[/color] Leda commented, whistling a bit. It was probably not a good sign that Rosie had issued [i]another[/i] prophecy. That put them at four prophecies, four quests (she assumed the new prophecy had a quest attached to it). One prophecy was already enough to set people on edge, but with the current atmosphere up in Olympus, four was definitely a bad sign. Things might have already gotten worse. But Leda didn't want to worry Kiera about that. So she didn't share her concern that they were already too late to fix things, that the fourth prophecy was a sign that things were going to go terribly wrong. 

	No, she wanted to have a nice time with her girlfriend, killing monsters - and babysitting the tiny Hades spawn accompanying them. 

	It was very cute, seeing the two little kids hug each other. Jason's question to Kiera was almost indecipherable - his accent was incredibly thick at times. But Leda was more or less used to it, being a Brit herself and having been to Ireland on more than one occasion. Of course, she didn't know much about the prophecy, just the little tidbit that Kiera had given. She sighed slightly. They were going to have to wait for everyone before they left, weren't they? And everyone else seemed to be taking an eternity to get ready.