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While Ariana sulked and pouted in her seat, she couldn’t help but overhear some of the conversations happening around her. At the mention of the word “party” her ears perked up, and she discreetly turned her head in the direction of the speakers. From what she could gather, there had been a party at camp the night before: people had enjoyed a few drinks, danced their nights away, played games, gotten to know each other in basic or more [i]personal[/i] ways… The brunette clicked her tongue in disapproval at the thought and crossed her arms even more tightly in front of her, feeling her mood souring further. So not only had she been sent away across the ocean to this hillbilly bootcamp in the middle of nowhere to get nasty and sweaty in the ways she didn’t like, but she had also missed the NYE party back home [i]and[/i] the one here at camp… Along with any opportunities to get a head start on making friends and claiming stake to/hooking up with the hottest person at camp.

[color=cf328d][i]‘Ugh, what a bummer!’[/i][/color]

Mercifully, the daughter of Aphrodite didn’t have to dwell on her first-world misfortunes for too long. A handsome islander man with one of the strongest jawlines Ari had ever seen addressed the group, bidding them a good morning and identifying himself as [color=86a8ad][i]“River, their new leader and son of Poseidon”[/i][/color]. A small smile spread across her pink-tinted lips, thinking of how he probably had siblings named [i]Ocean[/i] or [i]Wave[/i] or [i]Aqua[/i]. This moment of amusement, however, was fleeting, as handsome River went off on a boring explanation about ‘getting camp back on track’, some people named Ajax, Pandora, Valis and Andy; and a plethora of other things Ariana didn’t really pay attention to. She [i]did[/i], however, catch wind of the phrases ‘focus on training not parties’, ‘three days of assessments’, and today’s test being an agility course– a statement that earned a disgusted scoff, eye roll and head shake from the brunette.

This morning just kept getting better and better, didn’t it?

Handsome River explained the course by running it once himself, temporarily pacifying Ariana’s distaste with it all by removing his shirt and showing off a set of chest and arms that seemed chiseled by the gods themselves. It was a lucky thing that she ended up being placed in the fifth group rather than the first one, because the Mossos girl had been too distracted by the eye candy to focus on how to run the course properly. What Ari didn’t know was that paying attention to the actions rather than the people behind them would only grow harder with each group that took center stage.

The first group was composed of a man with gorgeous ginger hair, a distinguished tall man who looked straight out of an European royal family, and three dark-haired, fashionable beauties that reminded Ariana of the Winx club girls for all the right reasons.

The second group was all dark-haired stunners. Two girls with gorgeous sun-kissed skin: one with a head full of precious, luscious curls, and one with tresses so glossy and sleek it made Ari want to run her fingers through them. The other two girls (one of them being Miss Miami Mikaela herself) had paler skins, but their light-colored eyes had the Mossos girl swooning. [i]But the man of the group?[/i] He was a sight to behold: movie-star gorgeous, a perfect smile, a glimmer of mischief in those blue eyes… Someone she would [i]definitely[/i] love to get to know better.

The third group was an assortment of gorgeousness: a girl with hair and eyes like snow and sea, another with hair and eyes like ebony and gems, one with silky ginger hair and a cheerful aura, another adorable one with luscious ginger hair and breathtaking sapphire eyes, and another handsome, burly man with a jawline sharp enough to kill.

The fourth group? God. Every single member had her weak at the knees. There was a beautiful brunette with dark eyes and facial features that reminded Ariana of a certain goddess mother of hers– a half-sister, perhaps? There was also a tall, muscular, blue-eyed man with reddish hair and a matching beard that made her swoon. Rounding it up were two of the most alluring people Ari had ever laid eyes on; who she assumed were siblings based on the matching pairs of piercing, blue topaz-colored eyes, lustrous dark hair and pale skin. They were so captivating that, were she ever forced to pick between the two, she greedily would’ve chosen both. Unfortunately for Ari, she didn’t have much time to admire the beauties that composed her own group before the signal was given for their turn in the course to start.

The daughter of Aphrodite started the course with the sincere, wholehearted effort to try and meet River's expectations. She tackled the tire walk slowly but successfully, even if she did look more like an uncoordinated child playing hopscotch than an athlete or potential soldier. She managed to make it out of the first obstacle in one piece and jump over the first of the five logs before things took a turn for the worse. On the second and third logs, she used the wooden cylinders to prop herself over them and to the next one. The fourth and fifth ones proved to be more of a challenge. It took a few tries and more time than she had to spare, but she eventually put an end to this painstakingly long part of the obstacle course.

Next up was the low crawl, in which the spoiled princess of Beverly Hills did her best impression of a komodo dragon in the wild. [color=cf328d][i]“Ew… Ew… Ew… Ew...”[/i][/color] the girl repeated like a mantra every time she dragged herself across the sand, grimacing at both her actions and the feeling of her bodysuit’s fabric constantly getting caught in the tiny sand pebbles. By this point, the other four members of her group were significantly ahead; a fact which the mentally tormented Ariana never even noticed. The rope climb was the next method of torture, and not even the pole dancing lessons she’d taken for fun a few months ago could save her from how slowly she reached the top. Then came the rope net bridge: a fun, encouraging time filled with curse words in a handful of different languages every time her foot got caught in the holes of the ropes.

[color=cf328d][i]‘Deep breaths, Ari. Deep breaths. This shit is halfway over.’[/i][/color]

The rope swing didn’t look [i]too[/i] intimidating, Ariana heard herself thinking upon first glance. She remembered playing in a similar one as a child with her siblings back in LA. Still, that had been many moons and like 80 pounds ago, so things were certainly very different since then. With nervous hands, Ariana grabbed the rope, walked backwards and rushed forward. A piercing, dramatic squeal filled the air as she held the rope for dear life, swung over the pool, begrudgingly let it go… And landed right on behind. 

[i]But she’d made it to the other side, though.[/i]

Letting out a deep, exhausted sigh, the frustrated Ari jogged to the balance beams. She had watched the luscious locks girl from the second group struggle to complete the task because of her shoes (one of the few things she actually took note of), so Ariana made sure to remove her own before tackling the balance beams. Finally, the brunette put her years of gymnastic and cheerleading skills to good use, and she was successful in reaching the other side without much delay. Without wasting any more time (though she was sure those fifteen minutes had run out a long time ago), Ari rushed to the pool, kicked off her shoes along the way and dove straight in. As luck might have it, her ski suit was waterproof, so there was no worry of clothing pieces weighing her down while she swam from one end to the other.

The girl emerged on the other side with an applause-worthy hair flip, sopping brown locks sticking to the nape of her neck while she moved on to the next obstacle. Remembering yet another case of someone struggling with the log ladder due to slippery feet, Ari lightly dusted her own with some sand before turning into Spider Girl and climbing up one side and down the other. By this point, she was aching all over, but the finish line was finally in sight. The last obstacle was the long jump, which she [i]thought[/i] she completed successfully… But just as she reached the other side, her heels slipped in the mud puddle created by the previous failing demigods, causing Ariana to fall right on her behind again and land right in the middle of said puddle.

The mud-splattered daughter of Aphrodite remained seated in place for a few seconds, blinking back the tears of humiliation burning in her hazel eyes. [i]This[/i] was the first impression these beautiful, magical people had gained of her: a weak, unathletic, spoiled princess with nothing to offer but a pretty face, a banging body, an effortless sense of style… and a sea of curse words and disgruntled protests.

[i]How. Fucking. Embarrassing.[/i]   

[color=cf328d]“God, that was [b][i]fucking TERRIBLE[/i][/b]!”[/color] Ariana wailed dramatically to nobody in particular as she stood up and attempted to wipe off the mud and dust off of her behind and the back of her thighs. [color=cf328d]“I never want to do that shit ever again!”[/color] She examined her outfit for any signs of damage and scoffed in annoyance at the nicks, pills and holes in the stretchy black fabric of the areas where she had crawled on the floor like an animal during the low crawl from earlier. Instead of bursting into tears and further damaging her already fragile reputation, the Mossos girl chose to channel the disappointment she felt for herself into each angry stomp back to her seat, holding her head up with a dignity she didn’t exactly feel deserving of. With that glossy pout back in place, Ari threw her signature fluffy pink coat over her shoulders again and wrapped it tightly across her figure, desperately seeking the warmth and comfort she needed in the face of such a disgraceful situation.[/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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