[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]	The first thing Nancy was truly aware of, coming out of the horrific and traumatic flashback, was her own breathing. It was quick and short, truncated - [i]I'm hyperventilating. Shit,[/i] she realized. The next thing she processed was that someone had their hands on her shoulders - [i]Zeke. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.[/i] She hated it when people saw her like that - like a prisoner in her own body, unable to cope with the horrors of the past. She didn't even like showing that vulnerability, that aching and festering wound, to Niah or Mads. Nancy focused on her breath. In her mind, she listed off the names of singers she adored - a simple task, but one that she found calmed her - [i]Joan Jett. Whitney Houston. Billy Joel. Madonna. Janet Jackson.[/i] Gradually, her breath slowed, becoming deeper, until her breathing was normal. 

	[color=#9370DB]"Sorry, that was a little gnarly,"[/color] Nancy said softly. [color=#9370DB]"You weren't supposed to see that."[/color] No one really was. Nancy couldn't think of the last time she had fully lost her mind like that - to the point where she had almost blacked out, trapped inside of her own head, disconnected from the world around her. But as horrific as that had been, it also had been draining. The tension, the fear, the terror, the anxiety - it had all gone out. And now, Nancy felt fragile and empty - better than fragile and exploding with emotion, but still, not great. It was more a quiet fear now, a soft sorrow. 

	Nancy fixed her eyes on her pet dragon - she felt a little ashamed of having lost it so completely in front of Zeke, she didn't want to meet his eyes. But her pride also demanded she couldn't just look at the ground, no, she had to make it seem like it wasn't her avoiding eye contact, it was just a coincidence, that she was totally and absolutely [i]fine[/i]. [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]"Oh, shit, they're going to the Lotus Hotel? That's so cool!"[/color] Leda said, almost a little bit jealous. [color=a187be]"The place sounds totally wicked, like the ultimate arcade. It's on my bucket list to go there."[/color] Of course, Leda also wasn't too worried about the ~never wanting to leave~ business. She figured that she'd be able to make it out okay. And the experience of being there had to be mind boggling, world altering - imagine a [i]date[/i] there! Plus, everything was free, making it ideal for a demigod on a budget. Of course, it also helped that the Lotus Hotel was the exact opposite of Leda's current situation - where she was being made to wait for what felt like an eternity. 

	Leda sometimes got a bit destructive when she was bored. She started kicking at the ground ever so lightly, looking up and trying to see if the rest of the stragglers were coming from time to time, and sighing when they didn't appear. [color=a187be]"Ugh, I'm so bored..."[/color] Leda complained. [color=a187be]"Can't we just get on with it? If they're not coming, maybe one of the harpies ate them and it was destiny,"[/color] Leda joked. She knew the harpies wouldn't start eating campers until given explicit permission to do so.