Pathei Mathos

Delbrook Academy High School

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Daniel kept his eyes out on the crowd around them as they stood close talking, though any time she spoke, he would bring his eyes back around to connect with hers. He tried his best not to just flat-out stare at her. It was hard, though, if he was being honest. Her comment about whether or not he was hoping they had some classes together caused the boy to smile a bit, turning his gaze in hopes to hide the lie behind his eyes that would give him away as he spoke up.

"Nnnoooo, I was jus-" but before he could finish what he'd begun to say, a familiar voice called out off to his side, causing him to trail off and turn to see the twins approaching the pair. Daniel chuckled softly, folding his arms over his chest as he watched the three greet one another, shaking his head at Maria.

"Not my fault you weren't paying attention in homeroom enough to hear her name being called! I was going to mention it but got caught up in conversation, and shit. Sorry!" He offered the girl an apologetic smile, holding his hand up with a light shrug. It wasn't till Daniel heard Lydia's voice approaching that Danny finally tore his gaze from his sister-from-another-mister, having lost part of his smile as the girl approached. Though she wore a smile, Daniel was never sure of the girl's intentions or how she would react to anything that happened to or around her.

Considering he hadn't been addressed directly, Daniel decided to remain quiet. Instead, pulling out his phone to check a message he remembered he'd received while talking with Charlie up in the bleachers, smiling as he read it and sent out a quick reply. Erin Chase, his eldest brother's best friend had sent him well wishes on his first day. Another girl who had become much like a sister to him over the years. One of the only good things Bran ever seemed to have going for him in life.

Erin Chase💀 - 𝙷𝚎𝚢, 𝚕𝚒𝚕 𝙼..! ..𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝... 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞..! 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛💜 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙳𝚎𝚎. 𝙱𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢... 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎😘 Danny - 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙴𝚛𝚒𝚗. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎. 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚜.

Beyond The Wall, Zombie Post Apoc RP

@akayaofthemoon I would love to join, but I am pretty full on RPs at the moment. I am GM'ing one, in another, and -might- be bringing back a second to GM.. I'm such a sucker for Apocalypse RPs but unfortunately will have to pass ;-;

Beyond The Wall, Zombie Post Apoc RP

I’ll keep an eye out for this one. I might join :3

@Akayaofthemoon

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♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

_{𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍.}

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

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Brandon Alexander Murphy, Son of Ares

_{"Better to ask forgiveness than permission."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Brandon Alexander Murphy ∞ Bee ∞ Bran ∞ Ward ∞ Patch ∞ Tony Stark A G E November 5thth, 19-years-old G E N D E R Male S E X U A L I T Y Heterosexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Los Angeles, California N A T I O N A L I T Y Irish-American E T H N I C I T Y Greek / Irish-Descent ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 6'2" Weight: 186lbs Hair: Black Eyes: ∞ Green Body Type: Endomorph Body Marks: Scars- ∞ Back; Tattoos, ∞ Right bicep ∞ Right forearm ∞ Left side of Chest 1.0 ∞ Chest 2.0 (located inside the heart of 1.0) ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single and always ready to mingle Crushes: ∞ Erin Chase Benefits: ∞ Ky' vie Morgan (current) ∞ Vivian Lacusta (current) Current: ∞ None Past: Jade. She was his first girlfriend, and first love. She cheated on him, and he's been dead-set against relationships ever since. F A M I L Y Parents Mother: ∞ Seylah Murphy Father: ∞ Ares, god of war Demi-god Half-Siblings Sister: ∞ Octavia Ramírez-Arellano Half-Blood Brothers Mortal: ∞ Daniel Dean Murphy Demi-God ₳ Son of Deimos: ∞ Jaidyn Michael Murphy L E G A C Y Zeus, god of sky, thunder, lightning, kingship, honor and justice. (Must explain why he has his dick in everything that has boobs and walks on two legs.) P E T S "My boys Bolin, we just call him 'Bo', and Kanan. Bo is a beauceron and Kanan is a wolf-shep cross." ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Fighting ✔ Hunting ✔ Running ✔ Sparring ✔ Video Games ✔ Working out ✔ Beautiful women ✔ Reading war novels ✔ Besting someone in a game/spar D I S L I K E S ✘ Losing ✘ Zealots ✘ Emotions ✘ Young children ✘ Sensitive people ✘ Physical abuse (in relationships, family or romantic-based) ✘ Suck ups/Goody-two-shoes types ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Adaptable ₳ Cocky ₳ Competitive ₳ Bi-polar ₳ Perceptive ₳ Charming ₳ Serious ₳ Jealous ₳ Argumentative There's no getting around it. Even Ares himself calls his son an asshole. Course, he's pretty proud of it, but that's not the point. Brandon isn't the touchy-feely type and definitely won't ask you if you're okay when you get hurt. He'll tell you to rub some dirt in the wound and get back on your feet. The young man takes things a bit too seriously in life, and most definitely at camp. Brandon finds himself constantly in arguments and bare-knuckle brawls, or even in some cases full-on duels. Brandon knows he's good at what he does and likes to show off for the ladies. Women seem to be this boy's weakness, especially the daughters of Aphrodite. Seems Ares handed down more than just some godly powers to Brandon. He can be very charming to get what he wants, you'd almost think he was the Son of Aphrodite with the way this guy's game is. Brandon is very militant in his own way but doesn't necessarily care to police others or be a leader of anyone. He lets others, typically his other siblings or the Athena kids, take charge in matters dealing with battle strategies and such. He's not too fond of 'teamwork' but will resort to it if it benefits his own personal gain. Brandon also is a bit of a poor sport, not taking losses too well, he will inevitably try to start a fight.. or in the least case, yell at the winning team after Cap the Flag matches. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Bio -- ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Eight ⧿ Ares, god of war Y E A R S AT C A M P 4 years. This will be Bran's 5th year F A T A L F L A W Blind Rage W E A K N E S S Brandon is very impulsive, especially when it comes to his fighting strategies. He more or less just bulldozes into a conflict and deals with the aftermath later. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S Normally Bran would give some sarcastic remark about not being responsible enough to have a job around camp, but lately he's taken a liking to training a few campers in hand-to-hand combat. W E A P O N S / A R M O R Brandon has two sets of armor, a sword and short sword he likes to match up with teach armor piece. ∞ Armor set 1.0 with an 'M' painted on the right side of the breast. ∞ Sword set 1.0 ∞ Short sword set 1.0 ∞ Armor set 2.0 ∞ Sword set 2.0 ∞ Short sword 2.0 ∞ A knife his father gave to him. He keeps it locked on the breast of his first chest plate armor set. Had a custom sheath fashioned on the armor just for it. Lastly, a revolver with stygian bullets, made by Ky' vie Morgan. Given as an early birthday present. A B I L I T I E S Telumkinesis: He is able to adapt to using various types of weapons quicker than normal. He has the power to curse his opponents' weapons and transfigure any object into any weapon. Examples include making a sword too heavy to lift properly or turning arrows into rubber, forcibly disarming his opponents. Odikinesis: He can unconsciously arouse feelings of impulsive anger, hatred, and bloodlust in people, to the point of instigating physical violence. Enhanced Physical Prowess: Being a son of Ares, he possesses enhanced physical prowess. Having heightened strength and durability. Necromancy (limited): He can summon the dead. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R C A B I N / R O O M ∞ Dog kennel ∞ Bran's room (has blackout curtains and soundproofed walls) M I S C E L L A N E O U S Brandon has a great Irish accent that he can imitate, although he doesn't actually have one. He can also speak a few words in Gaelic. He really doesn't like his back scars being touched. He gets flashbacks and tends to wig out hardcore. Guy more or less has PTSD from how he got them. ∞ Brandon has a set of lungs on him. T H E M E S O N G Pray for Me by The Weeknd ft. Kendrick Lamar Face Claim: Wade Poezyn | #000000

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Danielle Amara De Luca, Daughter of Deimos

_{"Never trust your fears, they don't know your strength."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Danielle Amara De Luca ∞ Dany ∞ Daenerys ∞ Khaleesi ∞ Daddy's Girl A G E March 12th, 17-years-old G E N D E R Female S E X U A L I T Y Bi-curious, Bi-Romantic P L A C E O F O R I G I N Marlton, New Jersey, U.S. N A T I O N A L I T Y Italian-American E T H N I C I T Y Greek / Italian-Romanian Descent ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'7" Weight: 119lbs Hair: Dark Brown Eyes: ∞ Golden Brown; normal Powers; ∞ Worst Fear, ∞ Shadow Travel, ∞ Terror Generation Body Type: Ectomorph Body Marks: ∞ Left forearm tattoo, ∞ Side tattoo, Tongue piercing ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Taken Crushes ∞ Brandon Murphy Current: ∞ Cameron Waithe, a mortal boy, but things have been growing distant between them since she came to CHB. Past: A couple of other mortal boys. F A M I L Y Parents Mother: ∞ Andrea De Luca Step-Father: ∞ Steven De Luca Father: ∞ Deimos, god of terror, panic, and dread. Blood ♥ Demi-god Cousin: ∞ Erin Maree Chase Half-Brother: ∞ Ezra Griesheim Half-Brother: ∞ Jacob Griesheim Half-Brother: ∞ Jaidyn Murphy Other ♥ Mortal Step-Brother: ∞ Roman De Luca "Aunt": ∞ Mikaela Devereaux L E G A C Y Unknown, for now. P E T S "I suppose Heathcliff counts.? My cousin, Erin, says that he's mine. She sent him to me, damn near scared me half to death. He had a skull on his head.. the sight alone would have freaked me out, but he jumped up into my bed just as I was about to fall asleep. Half the camp still hasn't forgiven me for screaming so loud at 2 in the morning. I've never really been a dog person before... and he looks more like a hyena, really. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's cute. I just still can't wrap my head around the whole 'hellhound' thing." ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Gaming ✔ Comics ✔ Music ✔ Playing piano ✔ Nature walks ✔ Reading (Fantasy Fiction) ✔ Homemade meals ✔ Gaming (PC, Console, Handheld) ✔ Quiet company ✔ Stargazing ✔ Bonfires ✔ Cold nights, cuddling in bed ✔ Binging movies/shows ✔ Sewing ✔ Helping people ✔ Singing ✔ Self-depricating humor ✔ Sketching / Drawing D I S L I K E S ✘ Being interrupted or ignored ✘ Most of today's music ✘ Shopping ✘ Getting complimented ✘ Birds ✘ Long nails ✘ Stormy weather ✘ Even numbers ✘ Letting people down ✘ Extreme negativity ✘ Seeing people sad ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Adventerous ♥ Curious ♥ Good-natured ♥ Playful ♥ Tomboy ♥ Emotional ♥ Assertive ♥ Insecure ♥ Easily Discouraged Will flesh out better later, as well! ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Will be writing up soon when I get the inspiration. First, relations, tonight! ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Twenty-Two; Deimos, god of terror, panic and dread. Y E A R S AT C A M P Less than one; no beads Full-time Camper. F A T A L F L A W ♥ Danny gets attached to people very fast. W E A K N E S S ♥ Lactose intolerant. ♥ Has slight pollen allergies. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S ♥ None W E A P O N S ? A R M O R No weapons of her own. ∞ Armor A B I L I T I E S Odikinesis: As the child of the god of personal fear, panic, and dread, Dany can control the feelings and emotions of war, such as fear, hate and rage. ♥ Persona Worst Fear Generation: Dany has the ability to make individuals see their worst fears through eye contact. However, she can only do this to one person at a time. ♥ Terror Generation: She has the ability to bring terror to a large crowd, in the way her father once brought a large sea monster that served to scare many mortals. Shapeshifting (limited): Dany can change her appearance and form to people or animals. The power is limited, as she has to know a lot about the being she changes herself into. She has some practice changing into animals but hasn't attempted shifting into another person before. Her father once shifted to look like Ares, so the ability is there. She just hasn't discovered that part of it yet. The better she knows the animal/person, the stronger the shift is. Typically is only an ability that she can conjure in the midst of battle, as well. It is not a leisure ability, although she practices the ability by concentrating really hard. Usually when she's alone in a quiet space. Umbrakinesis: She has control over darkness and shadows for various uses. Shadow Travel: She can use shadows as a way of transportation. However, great distances tend to wear her out. ♥ Darkness Generation (Has not discovered): She can solidify shadows to shoot bolts of darkness, form virtually impenetrable shields, and surround enemies in pitch-black clouds of lightless space. ♥ Invisibility (Has not figured out, yet): She can use shadows to cover herself in darkness to become invisible. ♥ Vitakinesis (limited): She can heal minor injuries to herself or others by using darkness. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R C A B I N / R O O M S Dany's room: ∞ Loft, ∞ Bed, ∞ TV w/ gaming pc setup which sits below her loft bed. Dany's Game Room ∞ One side - PC Gaming (where she does her livestreams) ∞ Other side - Console Gaming ∞ Dany's Art Studio Deimos Cabin Home Theater Room ∞ Television ∞ Couch M I S C E L L A N E O U S Most gaming and social platforms, her handle is YouHadMeAtHalo. Dany likes to stream on Twitch with her friends. Broadcasts on Thursday nights. Dany loves to sing. She has a great singing voice, and really enjoys just about any kind of music but piano melodies are her favorite. She doesn't like even numbers. Her favorite number is 333 (3 3's) but any odd numbers are acceptable in her eyes. For some reason just has a slight discomfort with even numbers... Dany tends to keep her nails cut short. When they're grown out, she will chew on them when she becomes stressed or anxious. Likes to keep them short to avoid damaging her nails. She knows how to speak Italian, Ancient Greek, English, and elvish...yeah, that's right. Girl geeked out on Lord of the Rings hardcore and went and taught herself the elvish language. She also knows some words in Romanian because her grandfather used to speak it to her. T H E M E S O N G Scars to Your Beautiful Face Claim: Danielle Rose Russell | #BA55D3

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Ezra Dean Griesheim, Son of Deimos

"Don't let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game."

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___________________________________ N A M E Ezra Dean Griesheim ∞ 'E' ∞ Ez ∞ Ren ∞ "Padfoot" A G E October 21st, 20-years-old G E N D E R Male S E X U A L I T Y Polysexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Livingston, Montana N A T I O N A L I T Y German-American E T H N I C I T Y Greek / German ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 6'2" Weight: 195lbs Hair: Black Eyes: ∞ Dark Brown; normal Powers; ∞ Worst Fear, ∞ Teleportation, ∞ Terror Generation Body Type: Mesomorph Body Marks: Scars; ∞ Facial scar across left side of the face Tattoos; ∞ Right index finger ∞ Oni tattoo on right forearm ∞ Left hand.. a matching tattoo he has with his good friend Erin Chase. He has the open cage while she has the bird. ∞ Another matching tattoo with Erin. Left forearm. ∞ A sparrow on the right side of his shoulder blade. A memorial tattoo for his late grandmother. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: ∞ "Wouldn't you like to know..?" Current: ∞ None Past: ∞ Several F A M I L Y Parents Mother: ∞ Katherine Griesheim (M.I.A.) Father: ∞ Deimos, god of terror, panic and dread. Grandfather: ∞ Quinten Griesheim Siblings Demi-god Half-Sister: ∞ Danielle De Luca Demi-god Half-Brother: ∞ Jaidyn Murphy Full-blood Brother: ∞ Jacob Griesheim L E G A C Y Hecate, goddess of the Mist, magic, crossroads and necromancy. P E T S ∞ A stray Ez found while on a quest. Named him Frankie. ∞ A Maine coon by the name of Heimdall. Ez's 1st cat. ∞ Last but not least.. an orange tabby named Butters. Don't ask. ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Cats ✔ Archery ✔ Guyliner ✔ Graphic novels ✔ Collecting knives ✔ Painting/Sketching ✔ Sleeping in the nude ✔ Movies and novels about war and slavery ✔ Outdoors; hiking, camping, fishing, etc. ✔ Working to better himself in his abilities D I S L I K E S ✘ Toxic masculinity ✘ Too much noise (Misophonia) ✘ People who underestimate him ✘ Showing his teeth when he smiles ✘ Those who can't take a joke or take things too seriously ✘ Facial hair but typically lets it grow out when out on quests and No-Shave-November. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Adventurous § Charming § Meticulous § Self-disciplined § Sociable § Impulsive § Jealous § Rebellious § Self-Destructive § Temperamental ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Ezra spent his life with his grandparents and never really knew much of his own mother except for the things his Pa told him. Ezra and Jacob's mother left them when they were very young, The boys were handed down to and raised by their grandparents, Ezra having spent most of his time with his grandpa. Although, of course, he did love to spend time with his grandmother in the kitchen from time to time. She always cooked the best food, especially at Thanksgiving and Christmas. Growing up, Ez always had a dream of getting into Hollywood and becoming a movie star. First, he started out as an extra in a few movies here and there in his early years of junior high. After getting behind the scenes a little bit, he got the crazy idea in his head that he wanted to go out for stunt double/performer roles. He even took some time to go to a school for specialized training. It wasn't until 2015 when he landed his first gig as the stunt double to Adam Driver in the movie Star Wars: The Last Jedi, and later went on to continue his work throughout Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, although Ezra's work was a bit more on the front lines of ROS. With the help of CGI, he was the one who played Kylo Ren mostly in the last film after Adam suffered an accident on set. To retain his reputation, they just made it look like he was still the one who played him in the credits. Ezra had been on set for the ROS movie when he had been approached by a small group of people, which he would later find out were demi-gods, urging him to come back with them to this camp. Of course it took a lot of convincing to get his stubborn-ass to agree to the ridiculous idea, but eventually, he did go. A big chunk of his first year at camp he was back and forth between the movie set and the grounds of CHB. For the most part, Ezra kept to himself in his lone cabin because he felt the attention he got at camp was mainly due to his line of work. As if being a stunt double was anything in comparison to being an actual celebrity. It wasn't until one camper, in particular, broke through his hard exterior shell before he finally started opening up more to the other campers and soon realized that the people there weren't so bad. Since his days with Star Wars were over, he decided to leave behind the Stunt Double business focus more on the whole demi-god aspect of his life. It's still a very new world for him and there's much for the boy to learn. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Twenty-Two; Deimos, god of terror, panic and dread. Y E A R S AT C A M P 2-years, Ezra has collected 2 beads; he will be collecting his third this year. F A T A L F L A W ∞ Flirty - To make playfully romantic or sexual overtures; behaviour intended to arouse sexual interest. Minx. Tease. ∞ Audacious – Recklessly bold in defiance of convention, propriety, law, or the like; insolent; brazen, disobedient. W E A K N E S S Fighting a single person at a time. Ezra has gotten into plenty of fights in his day and made a habit of being outnumbered in most of those fights, though typically came out on top in the end. He does best when fighting multiple enemies at once. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S § Camp Border Patrol W E A P O N S & A R M O R ∞ Ezra has a range of knives, as well as 27" Dual Tactical Full Tang Ninja Swords. ∞ Ezra's Oni Half-Mask ∞ Ezra's Tactical Chest Plate armor A B I L I T I E S Odikinesis: As the son of the god of personal fear, panic, and dread, Ezra can control the feelings and emotions of war, such as fear, hate, and rage by either inducing it or taking it away. Inducing said emotions can be done from afar, but taking them away requires physical touch. Persona Worst Fear Generation: Ezra has the ability to make individuals see their worst fears through eye contact. However, he can only handle a small handful of people at a time. Terror Generation: He has the ability to bring terror to a large crowd, in the way his father once brought a large sea monster that served to scare many mortals. Fear Construct: He can change fear into tools, objects, weapons, and other items, create semi-living constructs, and/or create structures/buildings of varying permanence and tangibility. His constructs typically take the form of what, only he can describe as the Jurassic World's Indoraptor. A shadowy figure that resembles the fictional creature. ∞ ∞ Shadow Travel: He can vanish to other locations. The greater the distance, the more it takes from his energy. The more people he transports also affects his energy stores. Much like Shadow Travel, it has to be someplace he or the people he travels with have previously been and know well. Swordsmanship: Much like his father, Ezra is a sword fighter. Despite being the grandson of a war god, he is a terrible physical combatant likely because he never had to rely on his skill and thus never trained. Mist Manipulation: Having a legacy such as Hecate, Ezra has worked on mastering the ability to control and manipulate the Mist. The power to control the Mist to create Mistforms, illusions, and influence the minds and memories of mortals. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R C A B I N / R O O M S ∞ Outside look at the Deimos Cabin ∞ Ezra's Room ∞ Computer monitors for digital art and bookshelves full of his favorite novels ∞ Ezra's Bed ∞ ∞ One half of Ezra's Art Studio ∞ Other half of the Art Studio turned Tattoo 'Shop' (yes, he knows how to do tattoos... want a new piece? Just ask him for an appointment. He's almost always open!) M I S C E L L A N E O U S Ezra is far-sighted, so you'll probably catch him wearing his glasses while reading around camp. He can understand and speak a multitude of languages, his main being English, German and Greek. He knows a few words and phrases in Italian, as well, thanks to Erin. T H E M E S O N G Emporer's New Clothes by Panic! at the Disco Face Claim: Oscar Porter [@aboutanoscar on Tiktok and Twitter] | #49B38A

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_{"My demons tried to drown me, but didn't realize I can breathe underwater."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Greyson Harris Davies ∞ Grey ∞ Prince ∞ Prongs Greyson Harris Spencer (true surname) A G E January 17th, 20-years-old G E N D E R Male S E X U A L I T Y Heterosexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Sandringham, United Kingdom N A T I O N A L I T Y British E T H N I C I T Y Greek / Btitish ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 6'1" Weight: 185 Hair: Dark brown w/ natural highlights Eyes: Deep Blue Body Type: Mesomorph Body Marks: He also has one single tattoo across his left forearm that reads "You honor yourself by acting with dignity and composure." Words his mother used to tell his mortal brothers that they eventually passed on to him. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: ∞ Adeline Vos Current: ∞ None Past: ∞ Caroline Grimes, Daughter of Hecate F A M I L Y Parents Mother: ∞ Princess Diana Spencer, a.k.a. Diana Princess of Wales Father: ∞ Poseidon, God of the Sea, Earthquakes and Horses Half-Siblings Mortal Brothers: ∞ Princes Henry and William Demi-god Sister: ∞ Imogen Parsons L E G A C Y Aphrodite, Goddess of Beauty, Love, Desire, Passion, Sexuality, Pleasure, and Fertility. P E T S A blue roan Pegasus that Greyson has raised and trained. He's a Percheron pegasus, and his name is Storm. If you used Mist on him, this is what he'd look like without his wings. ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Water (duh) ✔ Reading ✔ Surfing ✔ Archery ✔ Tinkering ✔ Stargazing ✔ Rain/Storms ✔ Helping people ✔ Watching movies ✔ Binging tv shows ✔ Capture the Flag ✔ Western horseback riding ✔ Sports (Playing them, not watching) ✔ Helping the Heph kids out with mech stuff ✔ A little good good when he feels stressed or can't sleep D I S L I K E S ✘ Snow ✘ Hydra ✘ Bullies ✘ Dry environments ✘ Having to be the "bad guy" ✘ People treating him different ✘ Disrespectful/entitled people ✘ People with hero complexes ✘ Majority of the Royal family.. ✘ Anyone talking negatively about his mother/family ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Reserved ♛ Overly-Confident ♛ Loyal ♛ Stubborn ♛ Protective ♛ Semi-prim ♛ Composed ♛ Passive ♛ Well-Mannered Greyson may look like a total douchebag frat boy, but he isn't by any means. He's is a soft-spoken gentleman who keeps a rather calm and stoic demeanor on the outside. His background has him constantly holding his shoulders back and head held high to face the problems thrown his way. He's a young man of very few words, that is unless he's speaking passionately about something. Or to someone. Even through the hardships that Greyson has faced, he's always managed to keep hold of his soft, kind-hearted inner shell. The few he's allowed into his inner circle know this boy is loyal to a fault and loves like no other. His need to protect the women in his life far exceeds anything else. Having quite a number of nieces, he knows just how fragile young girls can be. Greyson can be a bit more emotional as well as in-tune with emotions more than the average male, having been raised around more girls than boys (with the exception of his two brothers, he had several female cousins he was raised around), he picked up a few things. Greyson is an all-around good guy. He can act pretty damn confident, but it's not out of an "I'm better than you" way, more of an "I know my worth" kind of way. He's a lover, not a fighter, but will fight for those he loves. You probably won't find another guy like him. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Bio Greyson's mother, Princess Diana, died less than a year after his birth. Greyson grew up in the shadows of Prince William and Prince Harry, raised by Prince Charles, Duke of Wales, and Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall. Charles treated Greyson as if he was his own son, and Greyson knew no better. His real father never came forward to claim him so he didn't know any better of where/who his real lineage lay with. That is until he was approximately 9-years-old when he was nearly killed by a giant. The details of just how exactly he survived are quite fuzzy to Greyson, but all he knows is it didn't take long for someone from a Camp that resided in the States to reach out to him to comfort him in the dark and very confusing time. They offered information for the young boy to piece together, filling in the blanks of a past he never even knew. He began spending summers in the camp, learning who he was and how to control the abilities he had (and was still discovering). He quickly learned that he wasn't alone and that things weren't just black and white, but much more complicated than he could've ever imagined before. The atmosphere was... challenging, to say the least. Eventually, Greyson did find his place among the crowd and fell in with the rest. Being a son of one of The Big Three caused him to grow a reputation rather quickly, but the young man didn't put much thought into it. Greyson grew up hearing stories of his mother from the two older boys, and of course the tabloids. It wasn't encouraged in the Royal Household to read up on any of them, because most (if not all of them) were lies. At least that's what they were told, growing up. Greyson read them anyway. It's all he had left of his mother's legacy. That, and a necklace that she bought for him within the first few weeks after his birth at the pier where his parents had met. She'd planned to give it to him on his 18th birthday. His father had acquired it at some point, but instead of holding onto it for so long, he gave it to his son the summer following his 10th birthday. It's the only thing Greyson has left of his mother, doubling as a reminder that at one point in time his parents had been in love. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Three ⧿ Poseidon, god of of the sea, earthquakes and horses Y E A R S AT C A M P Greyson has acquired 10 beads, this year will be the 11th. F A T A L F L A W Excessive personal loyalty: He will risk his life for his friends, family, and sometimes even strangers and enemies who he empathizes. W E A K N E S S ♛ Loved ones ♛ Women and children ♛ There's a spot on his back just below the right shoulder where he was struck on one of his quests with a spear from the back all the way through his chest, it never quite healed right, and when he gets hit in the back in that same spot it more or less disables him for a moment so he has to regain himself. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S W E A P O N S ♛ Windbreaker, a Bow he commissioned from a Heph kid when he was 15. ♛ Honor's Call, a bo staff that has 4 settings. Normal staff (that can break into two separate pieces), Spear, Fishing Spear, and Trident. A gift from father. A B I L I T I E S Abilities Hydrokinesis: The ability to control water with the mind. Greyson can will himself to stay dry in water, extract water shoot from petrified seashells, create oxygen bubbles underwater for people who cannot breathe underwater, and harden water to form solid ground to walk on or shields. He even can make giant fists of water that mimic whatever he does, which can be used to grab enemies or smash them into the ground. ♛ Hydrokinesis sub-ability: Cryokinesis (limited): He has very limited control over ice; such as create an icy hurricane to attack all nearby monsters. ♛ Hydrokinesis sub-ability: Vitakinesis (limited): He can use water to strengthen himself and heal most wounds, the amount of water and time needed for the healing being proportionate to the severity of the wound. ♛ Hydrokinesis sub-ability: Water Immunity If he falls into the water, he will be immune to water pressure. Additionally, he can breathe underwater for unlimited amounts of time and see in the darkness underwater. ♛ Hydrokinesis sub-ability: Heat Immunity (limited): He has a higher resistance to fire and burns than regular people. Electrokinesis: Greyson has limited control over lightning, such as sparks as his hurricane increases in power. His control, however, is far less than that of a child of Zeus Communication: Greyson has divine authority over his father's subjects and can speak both telepathically and normally with them underwater. ♛ Communication sub-ability: Zoolingualism (limited to Equestrians and Marine Life): He can understand and talk to marine animals, equines, and similar creatures. Charmspeak: With a Legacy such as Aphrodite, Greyson has learned the ability of Charmspeak. He can influence others with the strength of his voice... Watercraft Manipulation: When in saltwater, he always knows his exact nautical coordinates, wherever he is (such as in water or on a ship or boat). He has the telekinetic ability to control boats and ships. He also knows exactly how to work the boats and what all the parts do. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R C A B I N / R O O M ∞ Greyson's Room ∞ Cabin Lake Deck where Greyson can be found sometimes deep in thought or late at night when indulging in a quick dab/smoke to help him sleep. M I S C E L L A N E O U S Speaks fluent French and fluent ASL, aside from English and Ancient Greek obviously. Greyson is into older music, such as Sinatra, Sam Cooke, Elvis, Johnny Cash.. etc.. with the exception of bands he's been introduced to by his friends, Brynn, Ky'vie, and Hayden mostly. Greyson's English Accent: Since spending so much time in the states, he's grown to talk more like an American. You can still hear his accent, but for the most part, it's somewhat faint. That is until he gets mad, or if he's talking softly, more so in a sweet manner to someone he's attempting to woo or Charmspeak to. His accent comes out most heavily when he's pissed off. A G I F T F R O M A F R I E N D Sheba, Grey's mech-snow leopard "Growing up, my favorite animal was a snow leopard, Ky' vie Morgan and I had talked about it on a few occasions. I used to draw blueprints of sorts for this idea I had so that one day I could build up my own mechanical beast. Just as a sort of hobby, nothing more, really. Well, some years passed by, and one summer when I had arrived at Camp, Ky' vie was waiting for me at the gates with this huge grin on her face. Eventually, she took me down to her bunker where she liked working on her projects and putting the final touches on what she was so eager to show me. Turns out, ever since we had started making sketches and whatnot of my mechanical leopard, she'd been trying to build one for me. She finally finished it and gave it to me as a 'welcome home' present. Sheba, the leopard, is water-resistant... Can't have her short-circuiting on me, could we? Being who I am, I'm glad Ky' vie took the extra step to do that. Sheba's practically a living thing. Has the same mannerisms as an actual leopard, and if she feels I'm being threatened, she will attack, or at the very least prepare to. She also has a set of commands, which are voice sensitive, and are spoken in French and ASL... First sketch drawn at age 11, second sketch at age 12, last and final sketch done at the verge of his 14th birthday. Height comparison, here and here. T H E M E S O N G High Hopes by Panic! at the Disco Face Claim: Daniel Sharman | #3EA99F

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Tyler James Rumancek, Son of Hermes

_{"The trick to not being discovered until it is too late is to become part of the expected surroundings.
Stealth is more the art of blending in with the background than sneaking through dark shadows."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Tyler James Rumancek ∞ Ty ∞ Birdbrain ∞ Salvavita ("Lifesaver" in Italian) A G E August 27th, 17-years-old G E N D E R Male S E X U A L I T Y Heterosexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Sisters, Oregan Before that, Milan and Hungary. N A T I O N A L I T Y Romani-American E T H N I C I T Y Greek / Romani ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'11" Weight: 156lbs Hair: Light Brown Eyes: Blue / Blue-Green Body Type: Ectomorph Body Marks: Single piercing in left earlobe. Three tattoos. ∞ One tattoo on his right forearm... matches with Erin's. ∞ Another is between his shoulder blades. ∞ His last one is on his left forearm. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Happily Taken Current: ∞ Erin Maree Chase ♥ Past: None F A M I L Y Parents Mother: ∞ Destiny Rumancek Father: ∞ Hermes, god of roads, travel, loads, gymnasiums, athletes, diplomacy, orators, thieves, commerce, trade, and invention. Half-Siblings Brother: ∞ TBD Brother: ∞ Miles Morrison L E G A C Y Dionysis, god of grape-harvest, wine, madness, parties, religious ecstasy, and theater. P E T S "It's not typically the Roma way to keep pets, as they're seen as 'filthy and unclean', but I own a leopard gecko named Echo, a ball python and a black pine snake. Got my pie-bald python by the name of Clyde, my California King snake Narcissa, and my black pine, Sirius. Lot of people get weirded out by Sirius more than Clyde, maybe cause he's black.. I-I'm meaning like how people don't typically like black cats, same goes for Sirius. Sirius happens to be the least nippy between my snakes." ___________________________________

L I K E S ✔ Music ✔ Cooking ✔ Reptiles ✔ Swimming ✔ Board games ✔ Harry Potter ✔ Stormy nights ✔ Pulling pranks ✔ Watching anime ✔ Capture the Flag ✔ Playing video games ✔ Smoking cigarrettes ✔ Trips to the river/lake ✔ Sports (playing and watching) D I S L I K E S ✘ Birds ✘ People ✘ Snitches ✘ Debbie downers ✘ Cats (semi-allergic) ✘ Overcast days w/o rain ✘ People who talk too much ✘ Squash, Meatloaf, Asparagus ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Tyler is independent and desperate to prove himself, wanting to show his personal talent and leave a legacy behind in the minds of everyone. But he’s not brash. He is content to observe and work quietly, and he’s quite intelligent, which is no small aid. He thinks before he acts and is adept at seeing all sides and analyzing situations so he can act to his best advantage. He wants to be something and make something of himself; proving himself better than anyone could have expected is one of his highest priorities. However, as intellectually mature as he may be, Tyler is still young and still learning. There is much he doesn’t understand and his social skills need work. He has somewhat of a low tolerance for certain people and is dismissive of those who are loud, unsubtle, and quick to offer opinions for everything. Nevertheless, other people are often "entitled" to his opinion in the form of his biting sarcastic remarks. Other than that he is a quiet and even somewhat withdrawn boy. While he enjoys the company of some of his friends, solitude is a balm for him. Tyler’s quiet, studious exterior hides somewhat of a rebellious and unconventional streak. He likes to go his own way and will do it willingly. He also respects authority, but follows rules when it suits him—in other words, most of the time, but not if he has something else in mind that he deems worth the risk of losing points or perhaps damaging his image a little. However, as important as that is to him, these moments come very rarely. More frequently his unconventionality is manifested in an experimentative tendency. Tyler loves a challenge and he loves besting people, but it is usually a private victory for him. He needs not to brag and draw attention to his success as long as he knows personally that he has won. However, this is not to say what he doesn’t need others’ acclaim. Being noticed is important to him, and he hates being ignored, but he would rather people notice by themselves how outstanding he can be. That being said, criticism tends to bounce off of him as well--he is rather selective about what he hears and chooses to take to heart. Despite a sometimes ungracious manner, and a self-preserving and self-benefiting attitude, the boy is not bad at heart. He would always stick up for those he considers his friends and is not averse to helping even strangers after he is finished or providing it doesn’t inconvenience him. But when he is hurt, it is common to find him completely withdrawn and intractable, working only for himself in a kind of cool temper that can take a while to thaw out, even with the efforts of his closest friends. Unfortunately, Tyler is also prone to hold grudges after problems with others, and he is stubborn about them, though adaptable in other situations. Tyler is a careful and patient boy. He’ll watch and wait for a long time with an observant and analyzing eye without feeling a need to do anything himself, gaining something from everything he sees. Not only that, he’s good at making what he sees help him in some way. Tyler is driven and works diligently to achieve any goal he’s set for himself, and places these goals above most other things. As such, he’s very organized; he hates clutter and his personal space, personal appearance, and his management of time and such are all very neat and organized, often following a schedule or other method of keeping everything in its proper place and time. It bothers him when things aren’t set out clearly and prioritized so they can be followed right. He’s a very good multi-tasker and his organization helps him make sure everything gets accomplished exactly when and how he planned it to. If it doesn't, he'll fix it until it does. ___________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Ty's Bio To tell Tyler's story, you'd first have to know a bit of background history with his mother. In Romani culture, marriages are arranged and the Roma people abstain from sex until after they are married. Most, if not all, Roma people marry young, as well. In their teens, boys will not marry before the age of 17 and girls at the age of 16. Well, Tyler's mother Destiny was betrothed to a boy and set to marry him.. well, she ended up becoming pregnant by the god Hermes before her arranged marriage was set in place. On the day of her wedding, the boy's mother felt another presence with Destiny that morning. It wasn't spiritual, that much she knew. Unable to just ignore the feeling she had, Destiny's soon-to-be Mother-in-Law insisted she take a test. There was no way she was going to let her son marry a girl who was impure. Sure enough, Destiny tested positive and the whole wedding was canceled. Destiny was then banished by her family, left to deal with her unborn child on her own. His mother eventually fell in with a traveling circus band in Hungary where she eventually had Tyler while on the road. She spent a near 10 years with them, bringing Tyler up on her own education as she wasn't able to fund schooling for her boy. He also worked for the circus as well, dressing up in a bearskin costume and attracting bystanders along the roads to their shows. This is also around the time where he started thieving, pickpocketing the people who gave him disgusting looks or said nasty things to him. After that decade came to an end, she broke away from the circus and decided to take her son over to the States with him. The two moved to Sisters, Oregon on their own where they bought their own little plot of land and made a life for themselves. It wasn't much, but it was home. Tyler grew up continuing his homeschooling while he helped his mother tend to the land, taking care of their horse as well as helping his mother with their small plot of crops. Each season bringing a new assortment of goods to grow. Tyler spent the next year and a half of his life in peace with his mother but found himself questioning his father. When Destiny finally told him the truth, Tyler was furious with her. How could she tell him that, as if what he was asking was a huge joke.. was it a joke to her?! Not long after the conversation had been had, a young crippled boy by the name of Sawyer crossed paths with Tyler and they became fast friends. Eventually, Sawyer came out to Tyler (no, not that way you goofball) as a Satyr, and mentioned that time definitely was not on their side, as a monster had been prowling the woods around Tyler's home trying to track down the son of Hermes. In order to keep his mother safe, he needed to leave and allow Sawyer to take him somewhere where he'd be safe. They arrived shortly after Tyler's 12th birthday. Since then, he's been at camp. The summer after his fifteenth birthday he spent it with his mother at their home, but he hasn't been back home since. He's a huge mama's boy. Misses her dearly and calls her often. ___________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Six; Hermes, god of roads Y E A R S AT C A M P Tyler has four beads, he'll be getting his fifth this year. F A T A L F L A W Emotionally fragile, and impatient. W E A K N E S S He is withdrawn, perhaps overly so, making it difficult for him to relate to others at times, he is often quite bitingly sarcastic out of nowhere, even when uncalled for. While he is very good at waiting for the right opportunity to do something, the boy is somewhat impatient with others and expects them to not waste time. He's also a touch judgmental, not based on prejudices but on first impressions of people. Tyler's independence also pushes him to the limits of authority. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S ✉ Tends to the horses ✉ Hermes Cabin Counselor W E A P O N S / A R M O R ✉ Winged shoes ✉ Push dagger ✉ Dagger ✉ Thieves toolkit ✉ A short sword by the name of Hatred's Bite. A B I L I T I E S My Hider Enhanced Speed: ✉ Children of Hermes have a high athletic ability and swiftness. Teleportation: Some children of Hermes inherit super-speed fast enough to run on air and become a blur. Audiokinesis (limited): ✉ Children of Hermes are skilled at trickery and very persuasive, acting very good as spies and influencers. Enhanced Theft Abilities: ✉ Children of Hermes are able naturally stealthy and can supernaturally steal things without people noticing, even other demigods. Clauditiskinesis: Children of Hermes can magically sense the internal structure and mechanisms of any lock they touch. They are able to make it unlock, even telekinetically. This doesn't work on cursed locks, though. Lock Intuition: They can identify curses and traps placed on locks. If they concentrate hard enough, they can deactivate them. Chlorokinesis: ✉ With a Legacy like Dionysus, he has some control over plants. Theater Kid: ✉ He is a really good actor, sometimes using this to his advantage when he gets in trouble. Unsure whether it's a perk of having Mr. D as a Legacy or if that's just part of Tyler's own "charm". ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R C A B I N / R O O M ∞ Loft Bed with gaming setup beneath. "Thank you Ky'vie!" ∞ Reptile tanks M I S C E L L A N E O U S Tyler shares a room with one of his brothers Miles and a satyr friend Oakley. ∞ Tyler likes to spend many of his nights sleeping over at Erin's cabin. He stops by his cabin every day to check on his reptiles, though. Aside from English and Greek, Tyler has a firm grasp on the Romani language and has since picked up on some Italian words and phrases as well but still can't get ahold of complete sentences. T H E M E S O N G Feelin Good by Michael Bublé Face Claim: Brandon Flynn | #F6B45B

Delbrook Academy High School

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The pair had finished off their funnel cake and had decided on making their way back down the bleachers and into the crowd to try to find the twins. As much as Danny would have loved to catch up one on one with Charlotte more, he felt a bit guilty holding her all to himself. Having taken the plates and handed over the bag with the Oreos in it, Daniel made his way down the bleachers with Charlotte just behind him. The boy cast a glance over towards two familiar figures sitting together. Allister and Ezra. Why wouldn't they be sitting together? When didn't they? The two were practically Siamese twins when they weren't in separate classes. Where you found one, the other wasn't far away.

Daniel turned his attention to the girl following behind him as the two reached the bottom of the bleachers, flashing a smile at her. "So... what classes do you have? Anything interesting?" The boy dumped the two plates into the garbage bin at the end of the row before heading down the short metal stairs that led onto the grassy field, looking out at the crowd of people as he waited for Charlotte to catch up so they could walk side-by-side.

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Way to talk like a rich white boy, bro. he thought to himself, chuckling as he shrugged off Allister's comment about putting his own self down. Benny had mad respect for the boy, though. He saw and treated him as his equal, just as he had said. Something that was rare to find, these days. Someone who put their words into their actions. One of the reasons why Allister was one of the only people Benny dared hang around outside of the school. One of the few he could truly consider a friend.

Movement off to the boys' left caught Benny's attention, catching the eyes of Daniel Murphy for a hot second before the boy continued down the bleachers with a pretty girl on his heels. Benny couldn't help himself. His eyes trailed down the length of her before traveling back up to stare at the back of her head, watching her walk off with the all-star swimmer. Joder, ella está caliente, he thought, quickly closing his mouth when he realized it'd been hanging open while he'd been staring. A soft chuckle escaped him as he turned back to Allister, seeing the plate of funnel cake Al had pushed towards him, it dawned on Benny that he'd said something while he was distracted. The boy racked his brain for what was said, finally recalling that Al had offered him the funnel cake. Something about it being too sweet. Whatever. He didn't much care for funnel cake himself, but he was hungry. He wasn't about to complain.

"Thanks, man."

As Allister continued to talk, Benny went to town on the funnel cake he'd been given and nodded as Al went on. "Mm, yeah my dad's apparently got something planned, too. We'll be doing it on the 30th, though. So I'll be free for helping with the Haunted House and stuff."

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The tone of her voice, the look in her eyes... the quivering of her lip. The image before her was heartbreaking.

A soft frown formed over Sam's lips as she stepped up beside Sasha and wrapped her arms around her best friend, pulling her into a tight, warm embrace. With a soft sigh, Sam gently rested her head over Sasha's and rubbed her back comfortingly. The two stayed like that a while till Sam could no longer feel her friend trembling in her arms. The girl reluctantly pulled back and picked up the scissors from the sink, twirling her finger to motion Sasha to turn around. "It's gonna be okay, babe. Come on. Let me help you clean it up a little, at least."

Looking at the girl's hair, there really wasn't anything wrong with the cut at all. She did it at a point that it was still pretty long, just at her shoulders anyway, and wasn't as crooked as Sam was sure she thought it was. Luckily Sam's grandmother had taught her how to cut hair, though it really didn't take any real genius to cut hair across in a straight line. Not that Sasha's "skills" were in question. The girl was overly emotional. Was understandable. Nothing a little love and help from her best friend couldn't fix.

As Sam worked on trimming at the ends of Sasha's hair to even it out, she looked over Sasha into their reflections in the mirror, staring at Sasha as she worked. "I may not know the full extent of what you're going through, Sash... but I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna be here for you through it every step of the way." Sam turned her eyes back on Sasha's hair, raising her brow at one spot that still had Sasha's full-length of hair. Sam couldn't help the shadow of a smile that teased at the corners of her lips, clipping the section of hair to match the length of the rest before her eyes rose to meet Sasha's again. "I love you, girl. It's going to be okay. Can't ever have the good without the bad to remind you what the good parts of it are like. Unfortunately, this is part of the journey too, love."

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After waiting in the line for what seemed like ages, the hungry teenager finally got up to the front of the line and was able to order. With the time he spent standing in line, he was able to go back and forth several times on his decision as to what he wanted to order. BBQ Chicken Pizza. BBQ Pulled Pork Sandwich. BBQ Chicken Pizza. BBQ Pulled Pork.. BBQ Chicken... Pulled pork. Having placed his order, Sawyer stood to the side by the others who patiently awaited their order. While he waited for his food to be done, Sawyer popped open his root beer and took a sip as he watched the people inside the food truck working on orders. The boy pulled out his phone and typed out a quick message to Eretria, scanning the crowd around him before hitting send, turning back to the food truck.

Gwen Stacyyy🕷️🤍 Sawyer - 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛.😅 𝚆𝚢𝚊? 👀 ...𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐?

Delbrook Academy High School

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Danny watched her as she seemed to be battling with herself, confusion very clearly written across her face as she looked the boy over. He couldn't help but feel bad, though. She seemed to be going through an existential crisis over trying to remember who he was. Sure, he didn't look much like he used to 7-years-ago. If it wasn't for him barely catching her name during attendance this morning he probably would have been as clueless as she was right now. Daniel reached up and scratched the back of his head as he chuckled softly, shaking his head still wearing a friendly smile.

"Ha- no. Don't be sorry, seriously. It's been years." Danny looked past her at the line as it moved up, gently motioning for her to take a step back before returning his gaze to hers. "Uhm. Try imagining me with glasses, curlier hair and-" Daniel held a hand at about the middle of his chest, slightly tilting his head, "About this tall."

Daniel gave it a second, his grin turning to almost a smirk as he added, "Come on, Charlie Brown. I know I went through a glow-up, but I haven't changed that much, have I?"

Years…well, that didn’t narrow it down completely, but it was more than she had before and he wasn’t upset with her, so that was at least a positive. The sudden motion behind her and the indications from him were enough to put two and two together, so she took a few steps backwards, her eyes not leaving him as she did so. She had always been too curious for her own good and who didn’t love a mystery to be solved. The gears in her head were turning, pieces of the puzzle scattered with only a few slotted into place as he continued to provide more information. Glasses, curly hair, and years ago were sadly not the easiest to work with since she wasn’t sure just how many ‘years’ actually meant. It wasn’t until he mentioned height that her mind switched from modeling and events to those of her childhood years. When she was actually free from being shut away and spending so many miserable moments within locked doors. When she could hang out with friends and not have to completely worry about being the perfect little doll her mother wanted and could just be herself without judgement.

Charlotte’s eyes widened a bit, a flood of different memories being supplied as she remembered her group of friends. How much she had missed them and thought of them through rough times? How crushed was she when she realized that she was probably never going to see them again? Her mind ran through their faces as he spoke up again and suddenly it clicked into place. A radiant smile flashed onto her face in a millisecond, even with the awfully corny nickname being applied to her as nothing could stop the pure joy she felt at such a reunion. She should have expected that one of them might be here, but she hadn’t, and it made the surprise all the more special.

"Dandelion!" she happily called out, her body moving before she even registered what she was doing and wrapping her arms around him in a full-blown hug, nuzzling with a tight squeeze. A moment later she froze though, pulling back a bit with an embarrassed blush and continuing to speak, "I can hardly believe it’s you! How is everyone? Are you all still friends? Wait, are they here?….Sorry, that is probably too much."

Danny's smile widened as he could practically see the wheels turning in her head, the slight shift in her features as she came to the final answer. When she called out his own old nickname she'd given him he couldn't help but laugh, "That's my name, don't wear it ou-" A soft grunt escaped the boy as Charlotte rushed forward and wrapped him up in a hug, tilting his head as he looked down at her and wrapped his own arms around her tightly. It wasn't until she froze up that he loosened his hold on her, letting her pull away with ease. The color in her cheeks made Danny smile just a bit more. She was still the same shy girl he remembered from elementary school.

"Yeah. Ha! We are. Few new people have been added to the group, but most of the 'original members' still in it. I'm honestly surprised, out of anyone, you met with me first. I'd have thought you'd notice the twins, first. They're both in our homeroom." Danny cast a look around a moment before returning his gaze to Charlotte with a laugh as he spoke up. "I mean, come on. Two gingers in one class. Talk about a rarity." Better they weren't around to hear him say it, though he would have even if they were, he just didn't feel like getting smacked in the arm or upside the head right this moment.

"But.. yeah, what about you? 7-frickin-years. How's life been treating you, besides.. you know, th-the modeling, and... such?" ...did he just stutter? Gods. Danny cleared his throat, folding his arms over his chest as he stood back with his weight set more on his heels. "I.. don't really use social media, but I've heard from a few about you being in the spotlight."

Her blush deepened as he flawlessly pointed out the fact that the twins were in their homeroom which would have been a pretty clear give away had she been paying even a smidge of attention. It was really on her for this one but that didn’t make it less embarrassing. She tucked her arms behind her back, rocking on heels of her feet as she looked about a bit like she was making sure no one was gonna listen in before grinning a bit.

"Yeah, let’s just say my playlist was on point music wise this morning and my mind was completely somewhere else. I don’t remember half the information that was provided in homeroom let alone everyone else that was around but what can you do?" Charlotte chuckled with a small shrug of her shoulders and the grin on her face getting larger. She felt like a stone was sinking into her stomach at his innocent question on how she was. It wasn’t like she had let on just how bad home had been and still was plus her brother’s passing was all still relatively new. Honestly, she wasn’t fully alright but she wasn’t going to burden him with that and just continued to smile. She already felt bad for dragging Lydia into her problems and she still couldn’t bring herself to cry in front of others.

"I’ve been good, um, some recent big changes obviously but modeling is the same as ever. I’m trying to cut back a bit more so I can focus on school and just being a teen without all the other strings or commitments," she answered before glancing away shyly at the mention of her media accounts and spotlight. She knew that is where she always was, it didn’t really bother her but social media had never been her thing. It had been controlled and monitored, not even feeling like hers until recently. Charlotte had only just started to upload and share more things that were actually her and not just using it as some big promotion. It felt so satisfying to lock her mother out of everything though, posting felt sinfully good because of it, plus Lydia was encouraging her. It was nice, but not something she would probably be doing too often.

"Oh t-that, I am not much for social media but uh, yeah…I am glad you remembered me. I mean, not me but my modeling. N-Not that I am saying y-you wouldn’t want to remember me! I just I, um, I’m glad you heard about me? And, I am clearly babbling so let’s just change the topic to you, how have you been?", she stated in a frazzled manner. 'Smooth Charlie, real smooth. Why the hell am I so nervous and weird?! It’s just Danny. Get it together!', she thought, scolding herself.

The dark haired boy stood there quietly while he listened to her, smirking a bit as she went on. She sure talked a lot. Not that this was a bad thing, by any means. Just something that kept up his smile. Danny shrugged lightly at her question before dropping his arms down to shove his hands into his hoodie pocket, shifting in his stance a little.

"Honestly surprised Goldman didn't ask you to take them out for attendance and the announcements. Though I'm sure she just figures they're a bunch of nonsense, too." He chuckled softly, seeing the line move up one more with Charlotte being next up to order Danny raised a brow and motioned behind her to let her know to both move up and to look to see that she was next. As she continued to speak, he gently nodded from time to time, a bit of a smirk forming though he tried not to as best he could when she stumbled on her words a little. Why was she so nervous? He'd have thought being in the modeling business would have given her nerves of steel.

"Hard to forget you. My mom teased me about you for years after you'd disappeared. And, I mean... come on. Pretty girl with a famous name? Course I heard about you. Was good to know you hadn't just up and disappeared and that you were making a name for yourself." Daniel smiled at her, then, shifting in his stance again before shifting the conversation as she had asked for before.

"As for me, I've... I've been alright. Junior high was a little rough for me, won't bore you with the details. Starting high school, I got into Lacrosse and Water Polo. Wasn't really the best at Water Polo. Definitely nowhere near my brother's skill, and of course he was the top Athlete in the school 3 years running. Kinda hard to compete with that, really. I gave up on Water Polo and decided to switch to Swim, instead. Just made the most sense, to me. After high school, I'd like to go out for Coast Guard, like my uncle Jason. It's... it's always been something I wanted to do, and finally made the decision to go for it." Daniel tilted his head, still keeping eye contact with Charlotte.

"Have you put much thought into what you wanna do after graduation? College, travel, kids..? Anything particular in Ms. Thorne's sights, hm?" He hadn't even realized he'd said 'kids' till he finished speaking, furrowing his brow slightly at his own words. But the mention of kids brought on another question.. one he wouldn't ask aloud. Did she have someone? ...why did it matter. Good lord, Murphy. Keep it together.

Her smile softened, her gaze warm as he spoke of how the years apart had gone. Just hearing Danny speak of quitting anything because of his brother, even if it was only a part of the reason, made her heart go out to him. No one should have to stop something they enjoy because they feel like they are sitting in someone else’s shadow but she was immensely glad that he found a sport even better suited to himself and his dreams. "I wish I could have seen it…you playing Water Polo, I bet you were amazing but I am so happy to know that you found something even better, one that will help you achieve your dreams." Charlotte replied gently before tilting her head a bit to the side as she hummed in thought on his question.

"As for myself, I’m not really sure. If it was up to my parents, I would go to college and prepare to take over the company but I’m not sure if that is for me. Don’t get me wrong, I love designing and creating something with my own two hands! Watching it come together piece by piece until I get to see the joyful smile from someone else because I made them feel special if only for a moment but…I just… I want to make it on my own. You know? I could just keep that as a hobby and become an artist, expressing my vision of the world in a way that is just my own. As I see it, I have time to decide or fate might just surprise me and set me on a path completely separate from anything I can imagine.", she smiled brightly, answering in an upbeat and excited pace as she spoke of her passions. "However, as uncertain as I am about my dreams or future…I do hope to have kids and a family one day, all of us getting to travel and see new places together…but that would require actually finding the right guy," she laughed with a bit of a shrug.

"Yeah, I mean... my mom recorded the meets I did, so.. if you really wanted to, I'm sure she'd love to take up the opportunity to embarrass me in a heartbeat." Daniel chuckled softly, growing quiet again as she spoke up again. His smile grew wider as she talked about her passions. He remembered how much she was into arts and crafts in her younger years. It was nice to see she still enjoyed the simple things in life, even while living such a crazy life as he was sure it was being a model part-time.

"Do you remember the game we used to play? Where we'd take a piece of paper and we'd draw for a minute, hand the paper back and forth to add something to the drawing until we decided to stop?" The boy reached back, firmly grabbing at the back of his neck in a sort of nervous fashion. "I may or may not still have some of those in one of my drawing pads somewhere." His smile turned almost sheepish, his face flushing with a light blush.

"And... I-I'm sure you'll find someone. Don't doubt you've got plenty of guys- er... following you. I'd imagine it wouldn't be hard to find one that met the standard. I mean... yeah, you know what I mean." Could this get any worse.....

Daniel offered a shy sort of smile before looking up as the line cleared in front of them, the lady behind the window looking at them with a kind smile. Clearing his throat, thankful for the distraction, Danny reached into the back of his jeans pocket and pulled out his wallet.

"What were you thinking of getting? I gotchu."

Charlotte tried not to laugh, she really did but seeing him so sheepishly nervous about still having those doodles and the way it warmed her heart to hear it, she couldn’t help but giggle. "No way, I can’t believe you kept those! Some of them were chaotic disasters. I loved doing them though. I’ll definitely have to come over some time so your mom can thoroughly embarrass you and so I can look at those." she stated. She lightly shrugged at his next comment, as nice as it was she found herself sighing a bit. "You would be surprised. Most have been all about appearances, wanting to boost their own popularity or only liking me because of my looks and not caring to know who I actually am as a person. I’d rather date someone for their personality, looks are just a bonus if you can manage it.".

She smiled brightly as they finally reached the kind looking lady behind the counter being completely patient with her space self,"Sorry, I —", Charlie started while reaching for her own wallet but was cut off by Danny’s words. She pulled her attention away from the woman behind the counter to look at him in surprise,"Oh, I was gonna get some funnel cake with fresh strawberries on top and a fried Oreo since I can’t resist trying one but, um, are you sure?".

Danny nodded to both her order and her question, smiling to himself because she was getting his exact order without even knowing it. A soft chuckle escaped him before he turned his eyes back on the woman behind the window, pulling a twenty dollar bill from his wallet before storing it back into his jeans pocket.

"What she said, but double the order please," he reached up through the window, handing the woman the bill. "Could I get some extra strawberries on the side, please? And none of that fake syrup stuff over the top. Thank you."

As the woman got Danny his change, he looked over at Charlotte with a slight smile. "I don't actually live with my parents, anymore. I, uhm.. I moved out over the summer. But we can definitely go over there sometime. Though I feel like I'm just signing my death certificate at this point." Danny laughed lightly as he turned to grab his change, stepping off to the side to wait with Charlotte for their order.

"I also work at the beach. Got a lifeguard job at Huntington with Damien Lopez. Don't know if you remember him or not..? His girlfriend Sam has no shame. She calls us Baywatch," he laughs and shakes his head, eyeing the food truck as he notices movement behind the service window.

"I guess great minds think alike, I also moved out during the summer.", she said with a smile before continuing on to tease him with a chuckle, "Though, I have to say if I do end up visiting them, I’m pretty sure no one has ever actually died of embarrassment so you won’t have to worry about that no matter how much you might want to dig a hole in the backyard to bury yourself in.". They both stepped off to the side, letting other customers have their turn and waiting to get their confections.

"Jeez, I can’t imagine why she would call you two that.", Charlotte smirked, watching the service window to distract herself from looking at Danny. "I can’t say I really remember Damien but I have a feeling Sam and I will get along just fine. I like people who are honest and have no shame. At least I know where I stand with them, you know?"

"Oh, yeah. Absolutely no idea," Danny laughed, watching the line cook shake powder over the funnel cakes as he listened to Charlotte talk. Nodding as he side-eyed her while he talked, "Yeah, I get that. And I can tell you now, you and Sam would definitely get along. She's one of my best friends. Don't know if you like dogs or not, but her and her parents own a few wolf hybrids. They're pretty cool. Oh shit- they're ready!"

Daniel pushed forward back up to the service window and nodded his thanks to the older gentleman handing him the two plates and small white paper bag with what he assumed could only be the deep fried Oreos in it. He turned back to Charlotte, holding out her plate to her with a soft smile. "So, uhm... you wanna go see about finding the twins, or go find somewhere to sit and eat? I was originally going to go back to the group, but if you want to eat in peace before you inevitably get tackled to the ground by them.. we can go somewhere to enjoy this first." Danny smirked a bit, turning around to grab a small handful of napkins and a couple of plastic forks. Not that he had any intention of using a plastic fork himself, but just in case she wanted one she'd have one.

"I pretty much melt around animals, dogs or otherwise. If I see them, they are gonna be spoiled with lots of praise, pets, and scratches since I have no self control.", she lightly chuckled. She felt a rush of pure childish joy at the sight of their order being completed, doing her best not to bounce in excitement as he picked up their order. Charlotte took the plate offered to her like she was being handed the holy grail, already popping one of the strawberries into her mouth with a pleased hum.

"As much as I would love to see the M&Ms again as soon as possible, the idea of having to defend against tackles with a funnel cake in hand is probably not the best option. Let’s find a place to polish these off first before trying to hunt those two down. Heck, they might even find us first.", she smiled, breaking off a piece of funnel cake this time to eat, licking the sugar from her fingers. "Hm, so good…so do you have somewhere in mind we can go in this chaos?" Charlotte asked, lightly gesturing to the crowd of students.

"Well, there's the clear choice. The lacrosse bleachers, but there's also the baseball benches that are just outside of the carnival area." Danny stands up on his tiptoes, though he definitely wouldn't need to, peering over at the bleachers. "Doesn't seem to be too crowded on our bleachers, though." Flashing a smile at Charlotte, he gently nudged her arm with his elbow as he began to walk off towards them. "Come on, Charlie Brown," he stuck his tongue out teasingly at her. "Let's go grab us a spot before they're all gone."

Danny led the way to the bleachers, waiting occasionally for her to be sure she was right behind him so he could make a path through the crowd. Stepping up the bleacher stairs, crossing over a couple of rows before heading up to the very top of the bleachers, taking a seat before holding out one of the plastic forks he'd snagged up and a couple of napkins. "I don't, uh, don't know if you needed one of these.. grabbed one just in case, though." Danny waited for her to take the napkins and fork before tucking them underneath his thigh on the bleacher seat, setting the paper bag with their fried Oreos in it between them before biting into one of the strawberries on his plate.

"God I love fresh strawberries," he mumbled softly under his breath.

She grinned, playfully shoving his shoulder in return with a shake of her head. "Yeah, yeah, lead the way.", Charlie replied. She followed closely behind him, not wanting to lose him in the crowd but kept an eye out at the different booths and games, marking where some interesting ones were for later. It thankfully didn’t take them long to reach their destination, a couple of people scattered here and there but it was pretty clear as he had stated earlier. She plopped down once they reached the top of the bleachers and was surprised at having the napkins as well as a fork held out to her.

"Oh, thanks!", she said politely. It wasn’t something she really used for funnel cake but the napkins and nice gesture was appreciated. She held the napkin between her knees to keep hold of it and was going to place the fork aside when she heard his comment. A cheshire grin spread across her features and she slowly looked at him, leaning in closer so she was near his ear and started to whisper, "Same here, but you know what’s even better?…" before continuing to speak normally after a moment pause, "Strawberries from someone else’s plate." Charlotte quickly used her fork to snag one of his strawberries, swiftly leaning back out of his space and eating her stolen treat.

Danny froze up as she leaned in and whispered in his ear, raising a brow as he corner-eyed Charlotte. An answer came to mind, but he figured he'd go ahead and keep it to himself for the time being. Though it was definitely apart of his usual humor, he didn't want to come off too lewd too fast. When she snuck a strawberry from his plate his jaw dropped and he scoffed at her, grinning from ear to ear. "You little shit!" He laughed and shook his head, hoarding his plate off to the side before popping the last whole strawberry he had into his mouth, playfully glaring at her as he chewed. The boy was sure to swallow the fruit before speaking up again.

"You're lucky you're cute." Danny scrunched his nose at her before propping his feet up on the bleacher bench seat in front of him, placing his plate on his thighs before starting to dig into his funnel cake with both hands.

Her delighted laughter rang out the moment he cursed her, the reaction behind it just making her sides hurt even more as she tried desperately to catch her breath. She did manage to calm herself after a bit, a huge smile gracing her lips before it slid into a playful smirk. "And what would you have done if I wasn’t?", she teased, sticking her tongue out at him as he had done earlier and digging into her own funnel cake as well. Honestly, she was glad they had ran into each other again and couldn’t wait to see everyone else.

Daniel shook his head at her with a smirk, finishing his bite of funnel cake before sticking his tongue out at her, choosing not to answer her question. Instead, he continued to chow down on his funnel cake and people watch from the top of the bleachers where they sat together. His mind started going over their previous conversations in line, a smile teasing at the corners of his lips as he recalled how excited she was to have reunited with him. He couldn't wait to see how the others reacted, and she with them. A boyish sense of excitement welled up in him at the thought of it. They'd have the original group back together, as a whole. What a trip this year was starting off to be. Here's to a great start to the new year.

Delbrook Academy High School

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It seemed everyone else was busy making their own decisions on what they wanted to do while Daniel's mind was already made. He slipped his way through the crowds till he was standing in the line at Southern Momma's Funnel Cakes, preoccupied with the menu as he looked it over with a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. There really wasn't a point in looking the menu over. The boy knew what he wanted. Classic funnel cake with powder and fresh strawberries on the side. None of that fake strawberry syrup bullshit. That stuff always ruined it for him.

With his focus no longer on the menu, Daniel's eyes wandered over the crowd of people walking around a bit in an attempt to spot the group he'd slipped away from before coming back around to look over the few people in line in front of him. One, in particular, stood out as this morning's attendance - that he was barely paying attention to in the first place till the name was called - flooded back into his mind. He'd heard a name being called that he hadn't heard in a little over 7 years, at least not in the classrooms. Charlotte Thorne, an old friend from elementary school. He'd meant to catch her outside of the classroom but decided not to just ambush her on their way to the assembly. Of course, he'd got distracted from then till now.. but of course, where should he have expected her to go but to a truck that sold sweets of some kind? Some things never changed.

Daniel leaned around the kid in front of him, quietly reassuring him that he wasn't trying to cut but was addressing a friend and gently tugging on Charlotte's shirt sleeve. The boy cleared his throat and raised a brow as he spoke up to his childhood friend. Part of him wanted to make up some cheesy greeting with the old nick he'd given her as kids, but nothing was coming to him then, so instead, he just settled on one of her better-known nicknames and a charming, friendly smile.

"Long time no see, Charlie."

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There was so much going on. Of course, when you were people-watching from a high point, there was much to see. It didn't take long for the space around him to become a bit more occupied than he'd hoped for. A girl who he only knew by two things - her first name and her trans status - was crying her way up the bleachers, curling up at the end just a few steps down from him. From what it seemed, the girl was crying. Her shoulders were trembling but even from the few steps up, he couldn't hear any audible sound coming from her. Ezra sat there staring at the girl with a look of what some would think, had they caught him staring, was disgust or judgment. Though neither of these was it. The boy suffered from a severe case of resting-dick-face. Something he couldn't really help.

Ezra looked around them, wondering to himself if he was the only one seeing this and if not, why no one was approaching her. The more time that passed, the more Ezra began to feel almost guilty for not getting up to check on her. Emotions and shit of that nature really weren't his forte, and thinking about it now, there was really no reason for him to be feeling the way he was. Guilty? For what..? He didn't owe her anything. What was she crying for on the first day, anyway? Supéralo.

“Sup Benny, fashionably late as always?" It took hearing Demoin's voice to pull his eyes up from Kaylen, tilting his head up at his friend as he approached and greeted him with a quick five, leaning back up against the chainlink fence. "Last year dealing with this place, you gonna help me throw some of the best parties known to man, this year?”

The boy's lips curled up in a bit of a smirk, nodding. "The Devil of Delbrook's gotta have his demon to do his bidding, doesn't he? I'll provide everything you need, man. This year is ours."

Movement a few steps down pulled his attention once more, seeing a notable face approaching Kaylen. Cassian. Good company, but one of his dealing rivals. The boy had nothing but respect for the kid, though. His sister was sure fine. Hell, they both were, if he was being honest... but you don't lay with your enemy, no matter how fine. Ezra watched Cass with Kaylen for a moment longer before turning his gaze back on Allister, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together in front of him.

"Speaking of parties. Our birthday. Halloween. We doin' up a Haunted House? Give estas pequeñas mierdas something to remember us by, besides our 'best parties known to man'."

Traslation

estas pequeñas mierdas = these little shits

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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“..which one of you is first..? I can’t hold it open forever…”

Brandon's eyes wandered over the others in the large room, about to volunteer himself before he heard Tyler speak up, dragging Carlos along with him. Bran almost thought Tyler would shove Carlos through the portal, as it was something he expected of the mischievous boy, but he didn't. He let him go, encouraged Carlos to follow after him, and said his farewells to Erin. Or at least that's what he imagined the boy said, as he didn't speak to Erin in English or Greek, but rather the boy's native tongue. Part of the son of Ares wondered if Erin even understood what he'd said. Surely he'd clarify later. Not that it concerned Brandon much on the matter.

Just as soon as Tyler disappeared into the folds of darkness, Carlos seemed to eagerly follow after his friend. The two always seemed to have their own way of going through the world. Everything was an adventure that they always seemed eager to begin. In a way, Brandon envied them. Much to Brandon's dismay, his thirst for adventure had been snuffed out years ago. He only ever saw quests as a job. Something to get done as quickly as possible put it in the past, and forget about it. This time was much different than the other quests he'd been on, though. He'd never let on about or admit to it, but for the first time in a very long time, Brandon Murphy was afraid. Not for himself, but for someone else. His best friend.

Brandon was pulled from his thoughts as he heard Zeru speak up, another figure becoming one with the darkness as he too stepped through the portal of shadows. All that left standing in the room were Erin, Ezra, and himself. Bran wished he had something to say. Something inspiring, to maybe help her get through the portal herself. The girl hadn't left camp since they'd first arrived just over four years ago, and now she was being forced to go halfway across the world... across an entire ocean, just to capture and return some stupid bird his father's mistress couldn't keep her bitch hands on. The young man stepped forward, shaking the thoughts circling his head as he walked over to Erin, wrapping his hand around the back of her head to bring her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Come on. Let's get this over with," he muttered softly, giving her a half-smile before dropping his hand to turn to the portal, casting one last glance over his shoulder before walking forward into the wall of darkness.

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Six. Five. Four. Three...

The two of them stood there in long silence for several moments, both seeming to hesitate to break it, but Ezra took the initiative and broke his hold on her shoulders to step around to look at her.

"I'm going to come through with you... if there comes a time you need help, though I hope you won't, I'll have somewhere to start."

Ezra's eyes flicked over to the cabin door, almost hoping to see Spencer McKnight come walking through it to make a last-minute entrance, but the longer he stood, the more it was made clear he either wasn't coming or he was going to make his own way. Part of him hoped it was the latter, but he didn't know the guy very well and couldn't speak on his behalf. Though, from what he had witnessed of the young man, it was pretty clear he seemed indebted to Erin for saving him from the clutches of Tartarus. Ezra never did hear the full story. Instead of bringing attention to the no-show, Ezra's olive eyes fell back down on the girl before him, holding out his hand for her to take.

"Do you remember what I told you we tell the god of Death when he comes calling?"

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The son of Poseidon hadn't made it very far from the group before he could feel a change in the air. A feeling that made the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand on end. Grey tried to ignore the feeling and pushed his way further towards the cabins until he heard shouting, and the unmistakable sound of thunder crashing down into the ground behind him. The young man whipped around to see a girl with a thunderbolt hovering above her head. Another Zeus child. But how? Both Zeru and Levina were still in the camp. Zeru was going with Erin and Levina had just been called this morning. Unless Levina's summoning was for something else entirely, and she was no longer going to be staying in the camp. A light frown cast over Poseidon's son's features as he stood there looking at the new daughter of Zeus, contemplating whether he wanted to spend the time storming himself over there to see what was up. A soft, familiar voice broke his concentration.

"Grey!"

The boy's posture immediately relaxed as his eyes turned to find his sister approaching him, letting go of the hefty sigh he hadn't realized he was holding in until then. He was glad to see his sister. It meant he got to say bye before he left on his quest. Not that he was afraid he wouldn't return, but things were never certain with the lives of the gods' children. Their lives were always in danger from the moment they set foot outside of the camp. A soft smile crept at the boy's lips, closing the distance between himself and his dear sister, wrapping her up in a warm hug.

"Immy," he greeted her, speaking in a soft tone before pulling back from their embrace to again look into her eyes. "Everything okay?"

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Being one of the better-skilled blacksmiths in the camp, some would even go as far as to say the best though Hayden would disagree, it was expected of Hayden to work through most of the day in the forge. There were a couple of days through the week where he was able to pass on the work to one of his siblings so he could spend time to himself, which either consisted of working the horses or spending time with Issie in what little free time he seemed to have anymore. He seemed to be late for more and more these days. Something that he truly couldn't stand was going back on his word, even if it was something as simple as a lunch date with his girl. What was a Norseman without his word? It was said that if a Norseman, a Viking, took an oath and went back on his word that his sword would turn against him and incur the wrath of the gods. Hayden prayed to both the Greek and Norse gods that wouldn't happen to him. He was trying, after all.

Hayden had spent the better half of another hour in the forge working on that sword he'd been mending when he and Issie last spoke out by the lake. Finally coming to a point with it that he was happy with it, the son of Hephaestus returned the sword to the son of Ares who'd brought it to him earlier that day and rushed himself to his cabin to get a quick shower in. Fresh from the shower with some fresh casual clothes thrown on, Hayden hurried over to Isaura's cabin hoping she didn't hate him for being as late as he was. His girlfriend had a forgiving nature when it came to most things, especially with him, though at times he felt terribly undeserving of it. The son of fire and the daughter of ice, it was as if the two were destined for disaster from the start.

"Min Bedre Halvdel," Hayden called out as he approached the cabin door, rapping his knuckles against the hardwood a few times before stepping back, waiting for her to come to the door. At one time he would have just walked in, but with Isaura's sister Astrid around these days, boundaries were a thing to remember when it came to the Khione cabin. Even if Astrid held no love or respect for him, Hayden tried to be as respectful of Issie's sister as possible, strictly for Issie's sake.

Delbrook Academy High School

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______________________________________	______________________________________________________________________________________ Location: Front Office → Lacrosse Field Interactions: Step-Father, Marcus → Attendance Lady → K.C. Horowitz [via text] @TGM → Ezra Rodriguez OTD: ₪ Outfit ______________________________________________________________________________________

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After standing there for several minutes in silence as the lady behind the desk typed away at her computer finishing up some email she had said was urgent before writing Davina her late pass to class, Davina could hear her step-father shift beside her. His voice was practically in her ear as he muttered, "You're late." A small smirk spread across the girl's face as she lifted her head from her folded arms she'd had it buried on the counter before her, raising her brow at him. There were plenty of movies that they loved quoting, and many that had the lines 'you're late' in them, but it was more than obvious which one he was referencing this time. They quoted Lord of the Rings too often for her not to. A soft giggle escaped her as she gave the attendance lady a glance before looking back to Marcus.

"A witch is never late, Marcus. Nor is she early. She arrives precisely when she means to!" The two exchanged a chuckle, growing quiet as the woman who had promised to help them rose from her seat and walked over to them, holding out a small square paper to Davina.

"Here you go, hun. You're all set!"

"Thank you," Davina said almost in sync with her step-dad, walking ahead of him for a short moment before she felt her hood being brought over her face, blinding the girl as she laughed while fighting to get her hood up and off her head. By the time she did, Marcus had taken the lead and opened one of the doors for his step-daughter, allowing her to step through before doing so himself and letting the door close behind him. The two turned towards each other and Dav quickly held up a hand to stop him when it looked as though Marcus was going to try to step in and give the girl a hug.

"You know I hate hugs, dad."

The man chuckled, dropping his hands to his sides before slipping them into his jeans pockets. "Yeah, yeah. You keep telling me." He cast a look over his shoulder at his car that was parked out front before turning his eyes back on Davina. "I'll have your bike looked at. Should be good to go by tomorrow so you can get to school on your own."

Davina smiled softly at him, nodding. "Thanks, dad."

A small silence sat between them a few moments before Marcus shifted in his stance, tilting his head. "Will you be going to The Center after school?"

"Yeah, probably. I'll ask someone for a ride, though. Shouldn't be hard to find one. Got a few friends who have their own cars. I'll be fine."

"Call or text if anything changes, alright?"

Davina smirked slightly, half-ass saluting Marcus. "You got it."

With that, she turned around to head towards the lacrosse field, pulling her phone out to type a message to her bestie K.C.

𝙱.𝙱.𝙸.𝙺.💀💋 Davina - 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.. 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠😜

"Parece que te pusiste algo de color durante el verano, gringa."

The familiar voice caught her attention as she clicked her phone off. There was only one person she knew who called her 'gringa'. Of course, he always assured her he meant it as a term of endearment. Whether Davina actually believed Benny was another story. The girl rolled her eyes, bringing them up to meet with his as she closed the distance between them, eventually walking side-by-side to the lacrosse field together.

"Hello to you too, Ezra. And yeah, I did. Burnt myself a few times at the beach over the summer."

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______________________________________	______________________________________________________________________________________ Location: Heading to Lacrosse Field → Bleachers at Lacrosse Field Interactions: Davina Devereaux OTD: ₪ Outfit ______________________________________________________________________________________

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"Mm. If you weren't so damn whitewashed, you wouldn't burn so easily, now would ya?" Ezra smirked slightly, keeping his gaze ahead of them as the two walked together, making their way up the path between the auditorium and the 400 building. It was always a peaceful walk through there. The tall trees that covered the path in a nice shade always seemed welcoming. It was the spot where Ezra had first started hanging out when he arrived at the school till he quickly realized that a lot of the weird band geeks hung out there at lunchtime. The boy quickly found himself a new place to escape during lunch hour.

"It actually usually takes me being out in the sun all day for me to get burnt. I could be out in the sun for a couple of hours and be just fine. The girl shrugged beside him, kicking a small stick off the path into the dirt as they walked. Ezra just nodded, not really having anything to say in reply to that. The two never really talked that much, but were friendly enough they could hold small conversations. That's about all they were good for. That, and Ezra occasionally copying her History or English homework. The two students stepped out from the shadows with the sun's rays beating down on them as they swerved through the bungalows and slipped out onto the lacrosse field where the festivities were taking place. A sea of students and a handful of teachers scattered around, some clumped together in groups as they all pushed past each other to get to where they were going.

Ezra stopped at the edge of the field and let Davina disappear off into the crowd, stuffing his hands into his jacket pocket as he looked over the crowd of people. He'd forgotten to grab his wallet on his way out this morning. His stomach growled and his mouth watered as he took in all the smells coming from the carnival, clenching his jaw in frustration at himself as he finally forced himself forward towards the bleachers. The boy climbed up a couple of rows before taking a seat against the end, resting his head against the side of the bleachers as he overlooked everything, swallowing hard as his mouth continued to water nonstop.

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Pushing her way out from the 300 building's glass double doors, glancing over at the front gate desk where Jordy sat, offering a friendly smile and a wave to the young man before letting herself into the front office. Sam gave a slight nod to the front desk attendant and student aid as she carried herself down the hall to the nurse's office, popping her head in, opening her mouth to say something but the nurse, Miss Catelyn, beat her to it.

"First day, barely even the second hour in and you're already trying to get out of it, eh?"

Sam smiled kindly at the woman and shook her head, looking around the office before returning her gaze to the nurse. "Actually looking for a friend of mine who wasn't feeling well, was just seeing if she came here or not. Sasha Lopez?"

"Unfortunately dear, I'm afraid your friend's not here. The only visitors I've had today have been a couple of ninth-year boys. I'm sorry."

Sam nodded, sighing softly as she stepped away to begin heading off before stopping herself, returning to the doorway with an apologetic, rather sheepish grin. "Thank you." The brunette headed back up the hallway she'd come from, again passing by the front desk as she pushed her way back out into the fresh air just as she felt a text roll in. Sam pulled her phone out and quickly unlocked it, checking the texts from her best friend. And a text from her boyfriend that she must have gotten while talking with the nurse. First, Sasha.

𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑👑🤞 - 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. - 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

Sam stared down at the words on her phone screen for a minute, chewing at her lower lip deep in thought. Which one, Sash..? There are literally like twelve bathrooms on campus. Thinking about it a moment, Sam turned her head to glance up at the 300 building. There was a bathroom there, which would have been easy access from the 900 building bridge had Sasha taken the staircase she'd run into that boy Ezra at. There was also one in the hall of the 400 building just below the 900. The 400 building bathroom was closer, but... just in case.. Sam let herself into the 300 building and sped walk to the bathroom door, holding it open as she peeked in to call out to Sasha. The girl stood there a moment or two, and with no reply, she let go of the door and quickly made her way down to the other end of the hall to head across to the 400 bathroom.

Shit, Damien. Pulling her phone back out from her back pocket, Sam checked the couple of messages she had received from her lover, tapping out a quick reply as she passed through the open door into the 400 building.

𝙱𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚊👩‍❤️‍👨💍 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎... - 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚃𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛. Sam - 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙳𝚠 𝚋𝚞𝚋𝚜. 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

Sam shoved the bathroom door open with her shoulder, rounding the corner to find her best friend Sasha standing in front of one of the sinks, eyes forward staring at herself in the mirror. "Hey, what's up?" From what little she could see of her face as she closed the distance between her and the other girl, it looked like she was about to be sick. It wasn't till Sam was standing right behind her that she realized Sasha had a pair of scissors in her one hand and a clump of hair in the other. Sam looked over her friend, noticing that she'd lopped off a good chunk of her long black hair. Her eyes found Sasha's in the mirror, seeing tears welling up in them, the picture before her was enough to break her heart.

"Hey! Sash. What's going on?" Sam stepped to her friend's side so she could get a direct look at her face instead of eyeing her in the mirror. She reached her hand up and rubbed Sasha's back comfortingly, trying to keep her expression neutral as to not make the situation any worse than it may be for Sasha at that moment.