[hr][h1][b][i][color=6666FF][center]Demetri Rowan Howell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/623360226481012766/830510933285273610/5fa292dd93329b2167dedfb4bf154665.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=6666FF][b]Location[/b][/color]:  Van
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Everyone began to file in one at a time. Janelle and Kristin took the back seat while Demetri took the middle left seat hoping Zeke would take the one to his right. He instead filed into the one in front of him, allowing Nancy to sit to his right. It wasn't ideal, but at least they were close together he thought to himself. But it seemed as though Zeke was more interested in his sister than he was his boyfriend at the time. Hardly saying a word to him as he continued to speak to Nancy. He knew it wasn't right, but a bout of jealousy began to boil inside of him at the attention he was giving her.

 He wringed the beanie Zeke had given him in his hands before pulling it on over his head and down past his ears. It would have to fill in for the position of over the ear headphones for now. Demi slid the picture he'd taken out now that everyone was settled and the van was on the way, looking at it to not only see how it turned out, but to have some way of connecting himself to the scene. It appeared everyone else was content with leaving him out, though it's not as though he was used to it by now. Demi slouched into his chair, sliding down so that he could rest the soles of his shoes against the back of Zeke's chair, sitting in an almost fetal position as he closed his eyes and just ran music through his mind.

[hr][h1][b][i][color=CC00CC][center]Cassian Rudenko[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/844140037963644949/855e9aabdb4e547cabf9f9441afd50a4.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=CC00CC][b]Location[/b][/color]: Van
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 Cassian took the only available seat left to him, well besides the back row with Janelle and Kristin. It wasn't that he didn't want to sit with them, more so there was no reason to cramp up the back seat when an available one was found elsewhere inside the car. He set his supplies down underneath the chair, securing the strap of his bag around his ankle. He leaned over and pulled out a small brown book that was bound closed by an elastic band. He opened it up, flipping through several pages of various sketches and watercolors that he had done over his time at Camp Half-Blood. 

Back home he'd filled out several larger books full of designs and paintings of nature, his environment, and the people around him. He spent a lot of alone time, people watching, learning to read them, their emotions, inventing stories about their lives based on what he could see. But here, in this moment, was a child of the Big Three, curled up in a fetal position in a van with his eyes closed. Cassian began sketching him out, starting with a basic outline in pencil, to try and get a general feel for the emotion he seemed to be conveying at the time. If there was time for it later, he'd like to add watercolors to it to fully help shape the dynamic of the image. But for now he sat, his ankle resting on his knee as he sketched into his travel book with his tongue barely poking out in focus.