Bee

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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_{Location: The Bus
Skills: N/A}

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Victoria's experience with SHIELD had been far beyond her dreams. Just a few years ago to this date, Victoria was in Afghanistan carrying out god knows what with her unit. She was wielding guns with actual bullets that were capable of killing. There was a helmet on her head to keep that brain of hers safe, and there ceramic plates covering every single inch of her torso to keep her organs safe as well. But there she was today, her head free of the extra weight a standard issue helmet came with. Gone was the standard issue camouflaged battle dress uniforms and in was the much tighter uniforms that SHIELD agents wore. Gun to her head, Victoria honestly preferred this over what she wore in her time in the military. Something about the conforming nature of the uniform made her feel more comfortable, despite wearing the older uniform for a much larger portion of her life.

Today Agent Victoria Thompson was accompanying Hawkeye in an effort to backup the previously deployed SHIELD agents who had been dealing with HYDRA agents for the time being. Now that the coast was clear, it was safe for backup to deploy. Honest to god, Victoria forgot from time to time that there were many SHIELD operatives that had powers and abilities far beyond the scope of a normal human. It made their jobs a lot easier than it would be with just the firearms that agents like she and Hawkeye had on their person. Victoria didn't know what kind of chance they stood if it was them in that room. Based on what had she had heard, it sounded like a sticky situation. She was glad to be assisting in some way -- even if she wasn't exactly on the frontlines like the rest of these agents were. She was currently a part of the backup squad; it was better that the mutants handle situations like this anyway, Victoria figured.

Boarding the ship with her superior, Victoria stepped in the middle of a rather grisly scene. There were bodies laying around everywhere. But as far as she could see, they didn't look like SHIELD agents which was a very good thing. She was thankful that there weren't any casualties on their side. Bodies of HYDRA agents lay strewn about the floor, and upon further inspection she could find that it was the doing of a certain Agent Reed among many others. Victoria was glad that people like her were on her side... she wouldn't know what she would do against someone as powerful as them.

As the agents got linked up, Victoria took the time to look around and inspect for anything fishy. It seemed like quite a lot of had gone in here. Now the question was... how did this happen? How did someone manage to get this far? There were a lot of questions posed about the events that had just went down. Some of which that couldn't be answered except for Agent Reed and the others. For now, she was just here to do her job and provide backup. It wasn't her place to investigate right now. Looking down at a body once more, she glanced at it briefly to examine it before turning her attention to the group congregating. Agent Flynn had brought up a fair point. There was another team in the castle that needed to be checked up on. There probably wasn't much time to do so after the engagement that had just occurred. "Agent Flynn brings up a good point. We need to find out what's going on over there. We wouldn't want another one of these to happen again, would we?"

Heroes of Olympus: the Next Age of Heroes

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_{Location: Dining Pavilion
Interacting With: BFFL Brynn Knowles @Tonks, and by proxy, Alana Colt @Rivaan}

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Peckish. Famished. Emaciated. Starving. All of those words could be used to describe what the poor daughter of Athena was feeling. She had gone into her morning training without having the proper nourishment to do so, and as a result she was paying dearly for it. There was a caloric deficit that Zoey's body was desperately crying out for her to eliminate -- by way of her stomach growling. All this breakfast talk was making her hungry. She gingerly placed a hand on her belly as she walked along with her best friend, who had taken her in gracefully. At least Brynn seemed to be in her typical good mood. That was something she could use to sustain her during the rather long five hundred foot journey to the dining hall. It felt like she was trekking across the entire country with how ravenous her hunger was.

She had been so enveloped in her own hunger that she failed to notice the fact that something was different about Brynn. Blinking twice, Zoey realized that Brynn had actually changed her hair color. She was blonde now, and that was a huge shocker. She had joined the ranks of blondes in the Athena cabin. Now it was only Ericka and a select other few that weren't blonde. "Oh hey... your hair... it's blonde! Zoey beamed, reaching out to touch a lock. It was so soft, yet so shiny. It was like the sun was reflecting off of it with how lustrous it was. It definitely brightened her day... maybe a little physically considering the sun was being reflected into her eyes. She dropped the lock before she eyed another person in. If it wasn't the local gun chick. Personally, Zoey didn't mind Alana's affection for guns. She admired it, actually. Firearms were an underappreciated form of combat here as ironic was it was. It was the most prominent tool for combat these days yet it was underrepresented here.

Zoey blushed a bit at the mention of her crush, however. Every day she regretted letting Brynn know about her rather childish crush on the child of Hecate. "S-stop!" Zoey blushed, gently slapping Brynn on the arm. Of course she didn't see Rebecca. Otherwise there would've been more of a pep in her step... or the opposite of that depending on how the interaction went. "I wish..." Unfortunately, it seemed to be more of the latter recently considering how often interactions between the two fell flat on their face. It was just a mess. It was something that would make kids in elementary school look like love gurus. Sighing, she finally made her way closer to the dining pavilion, where the ever-so-familiar scent of breakfast food wafted to her nose. There seemed to be something new to her senses. She could smell it.

"I smell eggs... some cinnamon... sausage... turkey bacon? I wonder why there isn't any regular bacon today. And of course - bread. I think there's a fresh batch out of the oven." That was what Zoey's nose told her. The accuracy of her prediction was up in the air though. Was there really everything that Zoey had just listed off in there? Only time could tell. Passing by a pack of Aphrodite girls/a bunch of Marco's sisters, Zoey's ears caught mentions of CTF. Oh yeah... that was a thing tonight. Zoey once again tapped Brynn on the arm. "Oh yeah, you guys remember there's CTF tonight? I didn't..." Zoey shrugged, before she lunged forward for the wooden door handle that separated the friends from the contents of the dining pavilion. Pulling it open, she held it open for Brynn and Alana. "...I, for one, can't wait to tackle Ryland if we're on different teams. Heck, even if we're on the same teams -- I'll still tackle him 'by accident.'"

When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)-Interest Check

i'll join this btw

When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)-Interest Check

wow look at this AESTHETIC

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

Victoria Thompson

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Victoria Thompson

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Character Summary

Name: Victoria Anne Thompson
Aliases: N/A
Species: Human
Age: 30
Nationality: American
Birthday: January 4th, 1990
Birth Place: Austin, Texas, USA
Gender: Female
S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy: Operations
Qualification: Former US Army Ranger, Graduate of West Point Academy, has a PhD in Systems Engineering.
Years in the Field: 4

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Appearance

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 150 lbs
Build: Athletic - Toned
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style: Victoria prefers to keep it simple. In the facility she wears athletic apparel/military related apparel. When she's not around the SHIELD facility she prefers to maintain a modest appearance. She hardly goes more extravagant than a simple button down shirt and a pair of jeans. She doesn't really care for fashion that much. Not like she has a reason to anyway.

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Psychology

Sharp * Overzealous * Flexible * Cynical * Disciplined * Hot-Heaaded

Sexuality: Lesbian
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Victoria has been shaped by long-rooted history in military. The Thompson family has had a prominent presence in the US Military, stemming all the way to the Revolutionary War. As a result, Victoria was raised with near military standards in her household. Of course some liberties had to be taken and some rules had to be loosened as Victoria got older and older. Victoria can be boiled down to being a rather disciplined woman who knows what exactly she wants and wants to do. Victoria prefers to be a leader, but she can take orders and relinquish command if she needs to.

However Victoria's social skills are a little stunted. She doesn't know what to do in certain situations and most of the time she will flub it up entirely. It makes interacting with her a little difficult but those that actually get to know her will figure out how to interact her in a way that makes her more comfortable and less likely to mess things up. She tries to be as nice as she can, but sometimes some of the things she says comes across the wrong way and then it just becomes a giant mess that Victoria doesn't know how to deal with.
Habits:

• Routinely cleans her guns, even if she knows someone else is supposed to do it.
• From time to time she'll fiddle with her watch as she thinks.

Hobbies:

• Victoria enjoys watching American Football - she is a big fan of the New Orleans Saints

Fears:

• Killing a friendly/innocent civilian
• Heights
• Deep bodies of water

Likes: At least 6

• Guns
• Dogs
• The Rain
• Meat, whether it'd be steak or chicken nuggets
• Fighting
• Cute people

Dislikes: At least 6

• Pickles
• Octopi
• Condescending people
• Bigots
• Brats
• Enemies

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Driving
• Hand to Hand Combat
• Decent chef - as long as it comes in a box
• Foreign Language - Spanish
• Foreign Language - Arabic

Speciality Skills: Limit 7. These are skills that apply to your career path - see the suggested specialty skills box for your academy if you're stuck!

• Jack of All Trades (Guns)
• Jack of All Trades (Unarmed Combat)
• Jack of All Trades (Blades)
• Jack of All Trades (Projectile Weapons)
• Foreign Language - Russian
• Infiltration

What Is On Your Person: Limited to the spots provided. This is for things like your wallet, your phone, your SHIELD ID badge, your car keys, your lucky coin...If it isn't listed, you don't have it.

• SHIELD ID Badge
• Samsung Galaxy (the latest one)
• Wallet: Texas Driver's License, a couple of credit cards and debit cards, a gift card to Jamba Juice and Starbucks, a picture of her family.
• Clothes: Athletic apparel, typically an Under Armour Quarter-Zip jacket and a pair of Adidas pants
• Keys to an Acura MDX
• Sig Sauer P226 ICER

Possessions: Limited to the spots provided. Keep it simple! Focus more on things that are important to them - don't put in things that are a given, like a bed. But a special photo of them and their cat? Put that here! A stolen file on someone? Include it! If you're having trouble, think of the things you'd show to someone if they came over to your room - or maybe that you DEFINITELY would not want them to see....

• Sig Sauer P226 ICER
• Colt M4A1 ICER
• Glock 22 (fires actual bullets)
• Macbook Pro
• Acura MDX
• A pair of headphones
• Backpack in case of emergencies

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History

Why did you want to become an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?: Victoria originally didn't want to. However, after hitting a dead end in her career after her last deployment, she had nowhere else to go. She pondered joining the ranks of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, but a connection she had provided her with the idea to go somewhere else. She had the expertise and knowledge that could be useful in an entirely different organization. That somewhere else turned out to be, in fact, SHIELD.

General History: Born in Austin, Texas - Victoria was the last in a family of 5. Her father, John Thompson, was a General in the US Navy and her mother, Jacqueline Thompson, was a nurse. She is the youngest of three siblings, joining her brother David, who is a Navy SEAL, and her sister, Lydia, who is a teacher. Since her father was such a prominent figure in the military, the Thompsons had decided that the best course of action was to send their kids to a military academy for the first few years of their life. It was for the best -- considering just how much attention the kids of General Thompson would get in a regular public school.

It wasn't until General Thompson retired from the US Military that Victoria was allowed to attend a public high school. There... it was a rather forgetful experience. Not much happened in her time in high school -- she had a small group of friends but amazingly enough, her connection with General John Thompson had gone unnoticed, which had managed to work in her favor. But, it also meant that she didn't really accomplish much socially. It was hard for her to associate with people who didn't really come from the same background as her. It was hard to relate to kids who weren't military brats.

Her high grades and a dash of nepotism had allowed Victoria to be admitted into West Point Academy, where she studied to obtain her PhD in Systems Engineering before having to carry out her obligations as a serviceman in the US Military. Seeing tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, Second Lieutenant Victoria Thompson lead her squad in the US army and carried out many successful missions at the helm. Victoria also received many accolades and decorations for her service.

However, after her last deployment, she didn't know what to do. Readjusting to civilian life was harder on her than she had thought, and she was struggling to find a job that could accommodate her particular skillset and means. Then all of a sudden, a connection in the military had given her a recommendation, leading her to where she is today.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Hoo-ah."
Theme Song: AC/DC - Let There Be Rock
Anything Else: linky link civil war!!!
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

Victoria Thompson

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Victoria Thompson

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Character Summary

Name: Victoria Anne Thompson
Aliases: N/A
Species: Human
Age: 30
Nationality: American
Birthday: January 4th, 1990
Birth Place: Austin, Texas, USA
Gender: Female
S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy: Operations
Qualification: Former US Army Ranger, Graduate of West Point Academy, has a PhD in Systems Engineering.
Years in the Field: 4

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Appearance

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 150 lbs
Build: Athletic - Toned
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style: Victoria prefers to keep it simple. In the facility she wears athletic apparel/military related apparel. When she's not around the SHIELD facility she prefers to maintain a modest appearance. She hardly goes more extravagant than a simple button down shirt and a pair of jeans. She doesn't really care for fashion that much. Not like she has a reason to anyway.

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Psychology

Sharp * Overzealous * Flexible * Cynical * Disciplined * Hot-Heaaded

Sexuality: Lesbian
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Victoria has been shaped by long-rooted history in military. The Thompson family has had a prominent presence in the US Military, stemming all the way to the Revolutionary War. As a result, Victoria was raised with near military standards in her household. Of course some liberties had to be taken and some rules had to be loosened as Victoria got older and older. Victoria can be boiled down to being a rather disciplined woman who knows what exactly she wants and wants to do. Victoria prefers to be a leader, but she can take orders and relinquish command if she needs to.

However Victoria's social skills are a little stunted. She doesn't know what to do in certain situations and most of the time she will flub it up entirely. It makes interacting with her a little difficult but those that actually get to know her will figure out how to interact her in a way that makes her more comfortable and less likely to mess things up. She tries to be as nice as she can, but sometimes some of the things she says comes across the wrong way and then it just becomes a giant mess that Victoria doesn't know how to deal with.
Habits:

• Routinely cleans her guns, even if she knows someone else is supposed to do it.
• From time to time she'll fiddle with her watch as she thinks.

Hobbies:

• Victoria enjoys watching American Football - she is a big fan of the New Orleans Saints

Fears:

• Killing a friendly/innocent civilian
• Heights
• Deep bodies of water

Likes: At least 6

• Guns
• Dogs
• The Rain
• Meat, whether it'd be steak or chicken nuggets
• Fighting
• Cute people

Dislikes: At least 6

• Pickles
• Octopi
• Condescending people
• Bigots
• Brats
• Enemies

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Driving
• Hand to Hand Combat
• Decent chef - as long as it comes in a box
• Foreign Language - Spanish
• Foreign Language - Arabic

Speciality Skills: Limit 7. These are skills that apply to your career path - see the suggested specialty skills box for your academy if you're stuck!

• Jack of All Trades (Guns)
• Jack of All Trades (Unarmed Combat)
• Jack of All Trades (Blades)
• Jack of All Trades (Projectile Weapons)
• Foreign Language - Russian
• Infiltration

What Is On Your Person: Limited to the spots provided. This is for things like your wallet, your phone, your SHIELD ID badge, your car keys, your lucky coin...If it isn't listed, you don't have it.

• SHIELD ID Badge
• Samsung Galaxy (the latest one)
• Wallet: Texas Driver's License, a couple of credit cards and debit cards, a gift card to Jamba Juice and Starbucks, a picture of her family.
• Clothes: Athletic apparel, typically an Under Armour Quarter-Zip jacket and a pair of Adidas pants
• Keys to an Acura MDX
• Sig Sauer P226 ICER

Possessions: Limited to the spots provided. Keep it simple! Focus more on things that are important to them - don't put in things that are a given, like a bed. But a special photo of them and their cat? Put that here! A stolen file on someone? Include it! If you're having trouble, think of the things you'd show to someone if they came over to your room - or maybe that you DEFINITELY would not want them to see....

• Sig Sauer P226 ICER
• Colt M4A1 ICER
• Glock 22 (fires actual bullets)
• Macbook Pro
• Acura MDX
• A pair of headphones
• Backpack in case of emergencies

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History

Why did you want to become an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?: Victoria originally didn't want to. However, after hitting a dead end in her career after her last deployment, she had nowhere else to go. She pondered joining the ranks of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, but a connection she had provided her with the idea to go somewhere else. She had the expertise and knowledge that could be useful in an entirely different organization. That somewhere else turned out to be, in fact, SHIELD.

General History: Born in Austin, Texas - Victoria was the last in a family of 5. Her father, John Thompson, was a General in the US Navy and her mother, Jacqueline Thompson, was a nurse. She is the youngest of three siblings, joining her brother David, who is a Navy SEAL, and her sister, Lydia, who is a teacher. Since her father was such a prominent figure in the military, the Thompsons had decided that the best course of action was to send their kids to a military academy for the first few years of their life. It was for the best -- considering just how much attention the kids of General Thompson would get in a regular public school.

It wasn't until General Thompson retired from the US Military that Victoria was allowed to attend a public high school. There... it was a rather forgetful experience. Not much happened in her time in high school -- she had a small group of friends but amazingly enough, her connection with General John Thompson had gone unnoticed, which had managed to work in her favor. But, it also meant that she didn't really accomplish much socially. It was hard for her to associate with people who didn't really come from the same background as her. It was hard to relate to kids who weren't military brats.

Her high grades and a dash of nepotism had allowed Victoria to be admitted into West Point Academy, where she studied to obtain her PhD in Systems Engineering before having to carry out her obligations as a serviceman in the US Military. Seeing tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, Second Lieutenant Victoria Thompson lead her squad in the US army and carried out many successful missions at the helm. Victoria also received many accolades and decorations for her service.

However, after her last deployment, she didn't know what to do. Readjusting to civilian life was harder on her than she had thought, and she was struggling to find a job that could accommodate her particular skillset and means. Then all of a sudden, a connection in the military had given her a recommendation, leading her to where she is today.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Hoo-ah."
Theme Song: AC/DC - Let There Be Rock
Anything Else: linky link civil war!!!
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

@Morose i have arrived

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

Bethesda is struggling with Fallout 76. Across all boards (PC, PS4, Xbox One), the total average is around 50 for critics. User reviews have yet to break 3 out of 10 yet.

Also, if you paid $200 for the Power Armor edition and are ticked that Bethesda bait and switch'd you by swapping the canvas bag for nylon despite advertising it as canvas and not notifying anyone, don't worry, you can get $5 worth of micro transactions in compensation. Don't worry that a normal canvas bag costs at least $15 or so, you can have all the fun with your door and plants that you can buy with your 500 atoms.

@Sola

I CALLED IT.

i fucking KNEW fo76 was gonna flop.

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

1. Cardi B - Thru Your Phone
2. Logic ft. Alessia Cara and Khalid - 1-800-273-8255
3. Drake ft. JAY-Z - Talk Up
4. Joey Bada$$ - TEMPTATION
5. Chance the Rapper - Blessings
6. Remember Sports - Get Bummed Out
7. Lucy Dacus - I Don't Wanna Be Funny Anymore
8. Cayetana - Age of Consent (New Order)
9. Lights - Meteorites (Acoustic)
10. Nakala - Sides

Heroes of Olympus: the Next Age of Heroes

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_{Location: Training Center -> Mess Hall
Mentions: Brynn @Tonks}

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"...I gotta pop the hips more..."

Hand to hand combat was always a neglected part of Zoey's combat repertoire. The daughter of Athena knew how to handle herself with a sword, daggers, bow and arrows, and the like. However, if she were to find herself without said set of weapons -- she was going to be in some deep shit considering she was going to be like a fish out of water without her weapons. That was why she was in the training center early. A bad night's sleep had caused Zoey to wake up much earlier than she was supposed to, prompting her to deem the training center the best place for her to be after yet another fit of insomnia. Instead of lying in her bed and staring at the ceiling/bottom of the top bunk, she could have perhaps been more productive with the time she was wasting in there.

Currently, she was drilling some techniques with a fellow Athena cabin member. More specifically, she was drilling throwing techniques in the armor they usually wore for training. Swing the legs feet around... get square and low underneath the hips, and load your legs like a spring. That was the mantra she was repeating in her mind as she got herself ready, putting her hands out and gripping whatever she needed to grip to get the leverage that she send her partner flying. Unfortunately, she kept having the same old issue. When she got underneath her partner, she didn't get low enough. There wasn't enough force loaded in her legs as a result of her lack of getting low, so when she popped her hips her partner simply hung off her back, instead of flying over like they were supposed to. "Damn it..." She grumbled, before letting her partner go. "Do it on me again. I can't seem to get low enough." Zoey complained, before resetting and getting a little more loose.

Nodding, the fellow Athena cabin member got ready and immediately gripped Zoey where they needed to grip her, before getting the proper footwork set up, the proper spin, and the proper leverage underneath Zoey. In one smooth motion, Zoey found herself flipped over, feeling some air knocked out of her as well as she smacked onto the mat hard. Taking a deep breath, she groaned as her partner helped her up. How could they have done this technique at such a lightning fast speed? Why was she struggling so hard with such a simple technique? This was the first few months of certain martial arts, but yet all these months later she was still having difficulty with this technique. Before going back in for a few more reps, she looked down at her feet, trying to figure out why she couldn't get low enough to load her hips and legs. Taking a look at her partner, they were a little short in stature. Suddenly, the technique clicked. The reason why she wasn't getting low enough was because her transition step to get underneath wasn't having her dip low enough. She was dipping after she flipped, which obviously didn't load the legs the same way she would if she dipped earlier. She wanted to try it out. Getting her arms loose, she got ready once again.

Modifying the technique just a bit for her partner, she got a little lower upon entry, and as a result when she popped her hips her partner went flying just like she did not too long ago. Smiling as she helped her partner back up, she couldn't help but to celebrate a successful repetition. Finally she was making headway on the technique that had been evading her for so long. The sense of pride and accomplishment she had received from gaining headway on such a technique had turned Zoey's mood for the better. The stoic look on her face grew into a smile as she started to put the pieces together and become more proficient in this technique. It was a little late, considering her fellow cabin members had already practically mastered the technique, but it was better late than never, right? Zoey could at least have more confidence in this technique whenever things got a little hairy and too close for comfort.

After the fact, the two spent a few more minutes throwing each other with the same technique, before they realized what time it was. They had been so engrossed in their training that they failed to realize that everyone else was about to get up. It was almost time for breakfast, and today's Capture the Flag session was nearing. She was aware that Jace and Alanna were not too far away sparring, but they were much too engrossed in their little session to pay much attention to Zoey and her partner. Besides, they knew that Zoey could handle herself in this sort of situation anyway. Shortly after the last rep, Zoey thanked her partner. She was grateful that they were also up so early and being willing to be so receptive to Zoey's request for help, despite the fact that she may or may not have been intruding on their personal training. The child of Athena gathered her things and made her way back to her cabin. Everyone was starting to get up now, so she was bound to run into people she knew on her way back. Hopefully they didn't ask where she was. It wasn't that she was embarrassed about having to work on a technique over and over again -- she just didn't want to deal with people right now. It was much too early to be getting all happy and giddy, especially after she had just spent some amount of time flipping people over and getting a better grip on a technique.

Slipping back into the Athena cabin, the girls were just about to start taking a shower. Humming softly to herself, she took a moment to take off her armor and put it in the same spot she usually did. Afterwards was the same old stuff every single day. Taking a shower, getting a change of clothes, and getting ready to face the camp with 100% of her being. After having the shower, she slipped into a white camp t-shirt and a pair of jeans she fished out. Nothing too out of the ordinary; just the typical Zoey fashion. Sighing as she ran her hand through her damp hair, she made her way out of the cabin, where she could see various members of the camp making their way to the same places she was probably headed. Breakfast sounded good -- and she was more than sure that everyone else had the same idea. As she made her way to the mess hall, her brain sort of went on auto-pilot. She wasn't paying much attention as to what was happening. It was the same old stuff she had dealt with her entire tenure at the camp. She could afford to think about some other things -- but there really wasn't much happening in that brain of Zoey's.

Luckily, she picked up on a rather familiar figure with even more familiar hair. Zoey would've been able to recognize that bleach blonde hair from practically anywhere. It was none other than her very best friend. Her favorite person here... other than a certain child of Hecate. Feeling herself light up a bit inside, she sped up her walking speed just enough so that she could close the gap between her and Brynn. Once she was within range, Zoey reached out and gave Brynn a tap on the arm. "Hey Brynn! Good morning."