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[center][color=#ffc300]#ffc300[/color] | Cabin > Beach | Interaction: River[/center]

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Evelyn lifted her top to reveal her mid section in the mirror and traced over her scar as had become part of her new private routine. Over the past few months, she was sort of fixated with the foreign mark on her body and thought herself a little experiment. Did they heal faster because they were demi-beings opposed to full mortals? Would it fade to nothing with the right treatments? Why was she even fascinated? 

She had never been in a confrontation like what came from the box: something so physical and abundant, violent and imminently life threatening. Evelyn had never even been in a fight before until camp forced her into a duel. She was only fortunate to have gotten off light with the son of Hades there.

This was her first scar. Evelyn winced as a phantom pain came from dwelling on it. The blade went through her like paper and it dug deeper and deeper and could have gone still if she wasn’t able to get a lucky break and slay the winged warrior. Then Duke slowed and sanitized the bleeding the only way he could on battlefield…[i]Gods, the searing pain.[/i] She never complained aloud though. Not when there were worse fates. 

The biggest wonder for Evelyn had to be if it was a mark of failure or victory. Letting Sylas down for one but conquering an enemy of her own. Perhaps it was a blend of the two. 

Andy’s announcement came over the PA and pulled her to reality. She let her top fall back down and pulled her hair back for a moment. It wasn’t that she was a grinch or anything, however, Evelyn already knew parties at camp rarely ended peacefully or  untampered. But, maybe it was some vision of reward for everyone clawing through the last few months and a nice mingle occasion. 

Evelyn moved to a soothing warm shower and embraced it for as long as she could before she had to forfeit the warmth to the bite of the cold. 

Once dried, dressed and outside, Evelyn began the trek to the main hall, only, she took the scenic route heading down along the beach first, arms clamped around her chest to keep heat in. The only reason she went this way was in attempt to give herself more buffer time before facing the more trafficked areas. It was there she saw a figure ahead, most like Duke’s build. Upon getting closer she realised they were more unfamiliar. [i]A new camper already. [/i]  He didn’t look stressed or frazzled , nor held a pace that said he was in a particular hurry. 

 [color=#ffc300] “Acquainting yourself with the area?”[/color] she offered when they came close enough. Though a hello probably would have been just as effective. 

It was more the camp initiators job (unofficial as that was but there were types of people) but she threw a hand past the cabins and trees, pointing as the crow flies. [color=#ffc300] “The Main Hall’s that way if you want some food, drinks, warm coffee.”[/color] God knows she could have used one her first day at camp after the journey. Even now in fact. [color=#ffc300] “Just a good area to recoup second to your own cabin.” [/color]

She sucked in a breath and shrugged gently before continuing her path to the hall. He was more than welcome to join her in stride or he could go his own way and she’d go hers equally as fine.