Vicier

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

Syleste Astrea Nioré

The Cabins ~ Camp Half-Blood

Widening her eyes as she felt the strange though ever foreign tingling and slightly tickling sensation spreading throughout her body, Syleste dropped her ever unseeing gaze down and in the direction she knew her outfit was covering the majority of her pale and unblemished skin, the material of it seeming to change completely over her lithe figure as a comforting warmth spread throughout her limbs- so this was what magic felt like… In all the years that she had known Simon, never once had he gone and used his magic on her, even when she knew for a fact that he used it on the others they knew; he was just too much of a gentleman for that… at least, that’s how he had always acted towards her.

Feeling the magic settle down before it finally and completely left her, she dropped her free hand down to slowly slide down and over her new outfit before eventually grabbing up the bottom of her skirt, a sweet and gentle giggle slipping out through her lips as she twirled herself around, causing the skirt to flair out ever so slightly before settling back down against the top of her legs; her attention turning straight back to where she had last heard his voice coming from before she closed the gap that was between them, her free arm coming up to hug his own close against her body, “Oh Simon; I love it..! It’s perfect..! Thank you so much..!”

Nodding excitedly as she pressed herself just that little bit closer against his body, she let herself rely completely on him and his guidance as she lifted the can up to take another mouthful of the addictive liquid within, her cheeks once more flushing a gentle shade of red as she closed her eyes, her head tilting until she was able to rest it lightly and comfortably against his shoulder- being close to him was always something that made her feel better… even if he didn’t exactly feel the same way about her, “Lets..! This party is going to be so much fun; and I’m really glad you’re coming too, Simon. It wouldn’t be the dame without you being there.”

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

Erin Marie Chase

Party At Hephaestus Cabin ~ Camp Half-Blood

“Hm… you thought you had the choice of turning down my offer? How adorably naive of you.” Chuckling softly though mostly to herself as she pushed away from the piano only to turn her back to it, she waited for a few moments, her body tensing for just a fraction of a second as she felt his warm and gentle touch upon the small of her back, her feet beginning to move along side of him as she let him lead the way back out of the cabin and over to where what she imagined the majority of the alcohol was waiting for consumption. The smell of it was stronger than usual- the psycho with a straight-jacket had outdone herself this time. She hadn’t seen this much alcohol since the welcome back party for those campers that were only part-timers; the ones who willingly chose to leave for majority of the year before returning back once the school year was over- though there were so many different school dates, most of the time it was too hard to keep track.

Slowing down her pace until she had come to a complete stop by his side, she turned her head and allowed her attention to follow the movements of his arms; her dark eyes watching on and unnaturally paying close notice to the instructions that he was giving to her- rule of thirds? Was there even such a thing? Then again, she had never really made any of her own drinks, they were either made for her or she took the ones that looked good enough to drink; but then, there was always a first for everything, especially in this camp, “Rule of thirds, huh? I always just thought there was straight, half, or cocktail. Thirds don’t normally apply with me- nevertheless, this is the first time I’ve had to step foot over by the drinks, so I wouldn’t exactly know the ins and outs of a simple bartender.”

Forcing her full attention back down to the table as she watched him slide the now filled cup over so that it was resting in front of her, she relaxed her arms from where they were crossed over her chest before she reached out to pick it up, lifting it up to her lips so that she could take a long sip of the contents; her shoulders seeming to relax even more as she let the gentle burn of the gin fill her throat before settling down and disappearing completely. Maybe this wasn’t such a complete waste of time then… if it meant she was going to be able to get drinks like this, then she had definitely made the right decision when it came to stealing up the drink of an unexpected stranger, “I think I could get used to this- you and the drink both. And besides, making it seems simple enough; I’m sure even that stupid bag of bolts Ky’ vie calls a mutt could make it-...”

The sound of Jericho’s familiar voice caused her to narrow her eyes in annoyance at the fact that he was butting into one of many conversations he wasn’t a part of- didn’t he ever get sick of interfering in her life? Turning her body slightly so that she was able to lean back against the table of alcohol, she tore her gaze away from the guy she had been speaking with until it came to a rest upon Jericho’s figure, obvious frustration written across her features as she lifted her cup up to have yet another sip of the liquid held within it; taking her time to savor the flavor before she lowered it back down in front of her stomach, “I don’t try to lose you Jericho; I’m not stupid. Though you should know better than to stalk my whereabouts; or do you, like everyone else in this damn place, have a death wish…”

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

~Lang Monyethabeng~

"And then he said, 'Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.' It was fucking awful."
~ Lang Monyethabeng

~General Information~

Name: Lang Monyethabeng.
Nick-Names: L, Money, Cash (From least common to most common).
Sex/ Gender: Male.
Age: 20.
Place Of Origin: Cape Town, South Africa.
Camp Cabin: Apollo, Cabin Ten.

Appearance - 25 Years Old:

~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Partner: See Relationship Status.
Godly Parent: Apollo.
Human Parent: Thula Monyethabeng, a South African model.
Siblings: Only half siblings.
Legacy: Hecate, goddess of witchcraft and wizardry.
Pet/s: A Fennec Fox named Zuko.

Other: Erin Maria Chase (Acquaintance, Wednesday Adams), Claire Ari Bellerose (Acquaintance, She Sells Sea Shells?), Syleste Astrea Nioré (Acquaintance, Sweet Dreams), Arianna Louise Watson (Acquaintance, Alice Through the Shot Glass), Logan Murdock (Acquaintance, Firefly), Gideon James Carlyle (Acquaintance, Fight Club), Ky’ vie Morgan (Acquaintance, Macbook), Hawley Eames Griffin (Acquaintance, Flap Foot), Kiran Khanna (Half-Sister, Sishine), Jericho Brooks (Cousin, Moonbeam), Archer Trey Andrew (Acquaintance, AAA Battery), Colt Malow Winger (Acquaintance, Beautie), Tobias Casper Grímsdóttir (Acquaintance, Casper the Friendly Ghost), Aella Loraine Stedford (Acquaintance, Texas Raineger), Calista Celena Eden (Acquaintance, Lil’ Red Riding Flirt), Simon Klaus Riddle (Acquaintance/Uncle, Uncle S), Carmen Latham (Acquaintance, Flo), Virgil Ponce DeLeon (Acquaintance, Little Leon Man), Roy Montag, (Acquaintance, Jack Frost), Emerald Dosen Armstead (Acquaintance, Fruit Loop), Adam Collins, (Acquaintance, In the Air).

~Personal Information~

Personality: Lang is a rather gentle person, while he is massive, built like an oak tree he has a gentle hand and a way with animals. He is incredibly dexterous and finds passion in doing playing music successfully by ear (without any sheet music). Lang’s greatest strength, as far as his personality goes is his willingness to let things continue on their own path. He’s not the type of person to attempt to change someone if he doesn’t like where they are headed. Instead, he offers his help attempting to provide them with any guidance he can offer. His greatest weakness, however, is his temper. Though it does not rear it’s old head too often, he has been known to take things too far when he or someone he has come to care for is threatened. After all, he wouldn’t have even left Cape Town was it not for one indignant tourist who had though he had been ripped off. After that, Lang had no choice but to seek shelter in Camp-Half Blood. He also tends to give people nicknames, it makes it easier for him to remember names. Though it is somewhat offensive, Lang has always found the naming in North American to be incredibly confusing and pointless. One of his quirks would be that he sometimes has a very difficult time turning down adventure, he also feels weaker in general at night time.

Skills:
• Shapeshifting: Lang's mother taught Lang the ability to shapeshift into the form of an animal. However, as Lang is not a son of Hecate, he has to use an alternative method of perfomring this skill. As a son of Apollo he has the ability of Biokinesis and is able to manipulate biology. He uses this ability in conjunction with the magic his mother taught him in order to change his form into an animal. However, this comes with limitations. Lang can only take the form of an animal he has observed over a large period of time, currently limiting him to animals indigenous to South Africa. The better Lang knows the animal in question the stronger his form is. Thusly his five strongest forms are the big five, the lion, elephant, cougar, rhinoceros and buffalo. He is also very good at shifting into a fennec fox, but that is just adorable, not deadly.

• Archery: As a son of Apollo, Lang is incredibly gifted in archery. He is able to hit a moving target upwards of one hundred feet away with relative ease. He is also currently training himself in a close quarters combat that utilizes a bow and an arrow as a weapon, it's coming along rather well.

• Virtuoso: Lang is an artist when it comes to the piano and the violin, able to pick up new songs upon hearing them, even innately possessing the ability to follow along with a song he has never heard. He can bring even the coldest of people to tears with his melodies.

• Biokinesis: Lang isn't too powerful in this regard, however he has learned to use it in a way that allows him to shift into animals as stated above.

• Photokinesis: As a son of Apollo, Lang can control light to a degree, making himself blindingly radiant or nearly invisible. While he finds it more difficult to control light from sources that are electric, he still has a finite amount of control with it. Lang can also utilize the sun's rays as a deadly attack blinding someone before sticking them with an arrow or four.

Biography:
Living in Cape Town for most of his life, Lang found himself surrounded by a host of adventure. Growing up, he never really knew his father but his mother taught him of a world he would never have believed existed. He grew up learning how to speak Grecian and English instead of Afrikaans like most of his friends. He was taught how to shoot a bow and arrow, a skill he found himself as a natural in. He was classically trained to play the violin and the piano as well. All day every day, he worked day in and day out to progress his own physical build and his mental preparation, but he just didn’t know what for. As soon as he turned 16 years old, Lang started working as a tour guide for the Savannah. It was around this time that he caught his Fennec Fox, Zuko. It was just a little baby at the time, but he has cherished him as a friend and companion ever since, taking care of it like he was his little brother.

But being a tour guide wasn't Lang's entire life. His father made a visit once every two months in order to help Lang with studying music. It was odd, most people wouldn't have been able to make any noticeable progress when working only once a month on something as complex as learning how to play an instrument. However, every lesson he had with his father he learned decades worth of music, techniques, and styles. By his third piano lesson Lang was able to play a song he knew without even looking at the keys. By his fourth, he could read a song as if it was in front of him just by hearing it. It was a nice party trick, not that he really had time for parties.

Lang finally learned who his father was on his fifteenth birthday. It's odd being told you're the child of a god. You have to determine what your skills are and what was handed to you. Lang decided that music while being something he loved, wasn't something he earned. However, he and his mother began working on things that he could do, both because he was the son of Apollo and because he worked hard at what he did. One of these examples was Lang's form of biokinesis which took the form of shapeshifting into animals. While he attempted to use animals that he had only seen through picture or mythological beasts he found himself overly tired and weak in those forms. It was only when he took the form of an animal he had come to know well, like a lion that he was able to utilize the form as a tool and a weapon. While he was somewhat able to harness the ability of photokinesis as well, it was extremely difficult until just recently to even shine light in someone's eyes. Lang was told that it was a very rare ability he possessed by his father, but he knew that he could go stronger yet. Through more hard work. But while he was tied down to a job as a tour guide, he couldn't commit to these training's.

Lang grew to become quite popular with tourists as he seemed to perpetuate a sort of mythology about South Africa. He was large, built like a tank and carried a bow and a quiver full of arrow with hi while the tour took place. He knew all the animals that they’d typically see on a drive. Typically with tourists to make your best living, you had to show them the ‘big five’: The African Elephant, the Lion, the Cougar, the Rhinoceros and the Cape Buffalo. The lion was the real money shot though. Every once in a while, however, there would be unhappy customers. There was one in particular, which Lang would never forget for the rest of his life. He had booked a tour in the middle of a week-long storm. But Lang and his mother needed the money, so he decided to take the man and his brother out anyway. They saw perhaps a single Giraffe during the entire tour and the man asked for a refund. It wasn’t something Lang did, it wasn’t something he could do and continue to live and remain comfortable. So he told the man it wasn’t going to be possible.

At the time, one would’ve thought that the man had taken it well. However he whipped around and Lang met his fist, just as quickly his head kissed the ground beneath him, bouncing slightly before settling itself on the ground. But Lang had been punched before. He rose back up, only now noticing that he towered over the man, but there were two of them, his brother didn’t seem like a walk in the park either. The fight lasted longer than Lang would like to admit, upwards of five to ten minutes. Slipping in the mud and the blood that coated the ground, but by the end Lang had knocked both men out. It turns out there were a few people that run places like Cape Town, this was one of them. Lang’s mother wouldn’t hear a single excuse that night, he was on his way to Camp-Half Blood the next day. She was a demigod as well, she knew.

~Weaponry Information~

Weapon/s: A Celestial Bronze bow gifted to him by his father, with celestial bronze arrows to match.
Weapon/s Name: Φωνή του Απόλλωνα (Apollo's Voice).
Weapon/s Type: Bow and Arrow.
Attributes: Arrows that seem to radiate light beautifully. To the average human the bow looks like a pair of safety scissors and the quiver, a backpack.

Weapon Appearance

Weapon/s Appearance:

~Other Information~

Other: Lang loves you (probably).

~Theme Song~

Theme Song:
"Daylight" by Matt & Kim.

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

~Emerald Dosen Armsted~

"It's not about what happened before. It's not about what happened two minutes ago or twenty years ago. All that matters is now and the future."
~ Emerald Dosen Armsted.

~General Information~

Name: Emerald Dosen Armsted.
Nick-Names: Em, Emmie, Gem.
Sex/ Gender: Female.
Age: Eighteen Years Old.
Place Of Origin: New Orleans, Lousiana, USA.
Camp Cabin: Counselor of Cabin Seventeen.

Appearance - Eighteen Years Old:

~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Partner: None.
Godly Parent: Iris, the Goddess of Rainbows.
Human Parent: Rex Armsted - Solar Energy Scientist.
Siblings: None at the moment.
Legacy: Unknown.
Pet/s: A wolf pup named Aquina.
Other: Erin Chase (Acquaintance), Syleste Nioré (Close Friend), Arianna Watson (Friend), Ky' vie Morgan (Close Friend), Hawley Griffin (Friend), Logan Murdock (Friend), Jericho Brooks (Friend), Claire Bellerose (Close Friend), Gideon Carlyle (Friend), Archer Andrew (Close Friend), Colt Winger (Dislikes), Kiran Khanna (Friend), Aella Stedford (Friend-ish), Tobias Grímsdóttir (Uncomfortable around him, but Friend-ish), Calista Eden (Friend), Simon Klaus Riddle (Friend), Carmen Latham (Acquaintance), Virgil Ponce DeLeon (Acquaintance), Roy Montag (Friend), Lang Monyethabeng (Acquaintance/ Future Crush)

~Personal Information~

Personality: Em is often considered immature and ditzy. She would much rather remain a child than grow up and do adult duties. She is very much a prankster, with her friends or strangers, and would prefer to go and mess up a serious situation than try and fix it to where it is normal again. She is not a troublesome person, however. She can tell when people are getting annoyed and immediately turn on a more adult like persona, though she cannot turn her fun off just because she seems to act more like an adult. When it comes to more serious situations, she does not throw tantrums, but she tries to block out the serious and tries to make everything fun and happy again. She tends to be ignorant toward the bad. When things get too bad however, she covers her ears and forces everyone out of her head, like a child would. Though she is a child herself, she can have a very motherly air about her when it comes to animals and injured anything. She seems to know how to make people laugh whenever they are hurt. She always has a very cheerful air about her and can always seem to make someone smile, except Erin of course. She is a caring person and manages to distract people away from any pain or strife that is about in her world of bubbles and fun. She tries to make the world a better place, but as many people know, you can't always fix something so broken.

Skills: As a child of Iris, Em has the ability to control and manipulate the light around her through photokinesis. This allows her to turn light into weapons, and create illusions out of light. She has the ability to bend light to her will and cause it to form shapes. She also has the ability to move as fast as light, or slightly slower. This fast running eats up her energy though, which makes her have a very large appetite when it comes to eating. She is an incredible artist when it comes to painting or drawing anything and is very good at doing makeup for the girls, since some consider makeup an art form.

Biography:
Emerald was born to a solar energy scientist in New Orleans, Louisiana. Being a scientist, however, takes up a lot of time, and Emerald was sent to a day care every day. She grew up around racial hatred and rejection, but she didn't understand why. She learned from a young age that she was not to be nice to those of a different skin color. She would ask why, but no one would ever tell her or they would reprimand her. Finally, she found it easier to conform to the ideals of her society, though she didn't agree wit most of them.

The rest of her childhood was pretty normal. She attended an all girls' private school, where she met some of her best friends. She was happy, even if she didn't know her mother or have a close connection with her father. She was rarely at home when she started school. She would always go to friends' house to study or to play. That's where she was when it happened.

Hurricane Katrina hit on August 23rd, 2005, when Em was only eight years old. She was at her friend's house in the more beautiful and expensive part of New Orleans. They had a three story house, but somehow no news, which is why neither families knew what was going to happen. They got trapped in the house and immediately made their way to the top of the house, trying to keep away from the first floor and the basement. Everything broke down. She wasn't able to reach out to her father or anyone, and she waited in radio silence for eight days with her friend in her house. She would watch the rain and wonder every day if she was going to die.

The hurricane ended, and the aftermath was catastrophic. Em had to stay with her friend as the rescue team tried to find her father. She didn't mind too much staying with her friend, but she did miss her father. She waited for three months before they came to her and told her that her father was dead. She was in shock and cried for days, staying with her friend's family. With the town still in chaos, the paper work for finding her second of kin took two years to do, and she waited her fate. Until then, she remained with her friend. When she turned ten, they finally got to her and told her that her father named his successor Chiron, and named off a place she didn't know. They took her there and she met Chiron for the first time. That's where she learned her heritage. She went to live in the camp and has been there ever since that day.

~Weaponry Information~

Weapon/s: Though she doesn't really go to fighting, she does have a weapon just in case she needs to be able to protect herself and she cannot run away.
Weapon/s Name: ουράνιο τόξο (Rainbow).
Weapon/s Type: Gunsen War Fan.
Attributes: The fan can amplify her powers as she can throw some knives off of the fan and send her light through the knives to shoot out at her enemies. She can also throw the fan and if she pushes light into the fan, it can shoot it farther and she can direct it toward where she needs it to go.

Weapon Appearance

Weapon/s Appearance:

~Other Information~

Other: None.

~Theme Song~

Theme Song:
"Walking on Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves.

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

Character Has Left Camp

~Adam Collins~

My Hider

~Adam Collins~

"..."
~ Adam Collins.

~General Information~

Name: Adam Collins.
Nick-Names: Mute, Giant, Hammer.
Sex/Gender: Male.
Age: 18.
Place Of Origin: Oakland, California.
Camp Cabin: Cabin Nine, Hephaestus.

Appearance - Eighteen Years Old:

~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Partner: None.
Godly Parent: Hephaestus.
Human Parent: Elizabeth Collins.
Siblings: None.
Legacy: None.
Pet/s: None.
Other:Erin Marie Chase(Friend / Angry Lady), Claire Ari Bellarose(Friend / Anti-Hephaestus), Syleste Astrea Nioré (Close Friend / Blind Lady), Arianna Louise Watson(Knows of them / Annoying Lady), Logan Murdock (Acquaintance / Roman version of a Zeus Kid), Gideon James Carlyle (Close Friend / Best Customer), Ky' vie Morgan (Half-Sister and Close Friend / Technically Boss), Hawley Eames Griffin (Knows of them / Annoying Fool), Kiran Khanna (Close Friend / Reason he's not bled out), Jericho Brooks(Knows of them / Moon Moon), Archer Trey Andrew(Friend / Owl Dude), Colt Malow Winger (Friend / Roman Flirt), Tobias Casper Grímsdóttir (Knows of them / Death Tailor), Aella Lorraine Stedford (Knows of them / Secret Crush), Calista Celena Eden (Almost Friend / Secret Crush), Simon Klaus Riddle (Friend / Simon Says Magic), Carmen Latham (Friend / Treehugger), Virgil Ponce DeLeon (Friend / Other kid from Oakland), Roy Montag (Friend-Sometimes / Other Anti-Hephaestus).

~Personal Information~

Personality: Adam has always been quiet. It wasn't that he was shy, or afraid to talk to people. By no means was he anti-social, he just didn't speak much. When he did, he wanted his words to count for something. He wanted people to listen. It took some time, but eventually he realized that there was a lot of things you could tell a person without using words. Actions, gestures, expressions all matters, even if it was just subconscious.

While Adam doesn't have the sharpest, fastest of tongues, he's not afraid to stand up for what's right. In fact he had a reputation for doing just that. Using his silence and size, Adam often comes off as intimidating, causing most people to avoid him. He doesn't mind too much though, he prefers his own thoughts to the rambling of most others.

Skills:

Pyrokinesis: Adam can't actually create fire, not yet. Most of his power is focused into generating intense heat. His body's inner temperature rises to incredible heights, to the point where he is hot to the touch. This comes in very handy when working in the shop.

Blacksmith: The skill in forming metal. He is particularly adapt with a hammer, utilizing strong blows to efficiently shape the metal into the imagine in his head. He can work with tiny, standard mechanics, but his specialty are shields.

Fighting: Adam doesn't like fighting, though his body is naturally built for it. He is nearly seven feet tall and has rippling muscles from working the forge. When in battle, he is one of the least skilled. He doesn't know how to block and parry like most fencers. Instead he relies on his size and strength to knockout an opponent in a single blow.

Biography:
Adam grew up in South Oakland, California. It was a rough neighborhood, especially for a single mother and newborn child. His father was gone before he was born. It didn't matter to him, his mother and he were very close. She always walked around with a big smile on her face, even after a particularly long night. More than that she never questioned why he was so quiet. No matter how much work she had, she always made sure to make time for him at the end of the day.

Elizabeth worked tirelessly to provide for Adam, a double shift at the nearest cafe, a part time job at the bed and breakfast, and any other job she could hold onto. She would do anything for her dear son that she loved so much, but they never made enough money to live anywhere decent. It was hard on Adam, he saw how much his mother struggled, but couldn't help.

It wasn't long before Adam was approached by a kid from school asking for help selling drugs. He and a few others wanted him for his size and strength, he would make the perfect body guard and he needed the money. It was a tough dilemma for him, but after taking another glance at their life and his mother's tired eyes, he decided to go out with them. Adam never actually handled the drugs, all he had to do was stand with a gun and look intimidating.

For a month, he received a decent pay. He would take the money and hide it in his mother's purse when she wasn't looking. If she knew what he was doing, it would only add worry to her plate. After a failed drop off that resulted in him getting shot in the shoulder, Adam immediately left the small crew from school. He knew if he continued his mother would eventually find out about his illegal pastime activities. They were never happy about his decision, but he would not be persuaded otherwise.

One day Adam found two policemen standing at his door. His mother had been shot and killed in a drive by while she was working. A common event for Oakland, nothing new in a neighborhood like his. Adam only thought on who the shooters could be was his old crew, but there was nothing he could do about it. He tried to tell the police, but they said they wouldn't be investigating such a common event. Grief overwhelmed him. The police took him to her body, as a final goodbye. Seeing her so still and pale filled him with fear. Her permanent smile that he relied on was gone. Now her face was blank. With his mother dead and father gone Social Services tried to take him away, but he bolted from their grip.

He was sixteen when he arrived at Camp Half-Blood. It took nearly six months for him to cross the country. He wasn't even sure where he was traveling too most of the time. Stepping into the camp for the first time was confusing and strange, but he grew to love it. It became his home, even past the summers. It wasn't long after he arrived that his father claimed him. At first it angered him. How could a god not protect a person from one bullet? The mother of his child of all people. It took sometime, but eventually Adam forgave his father, and immersed himself back into the forge.

~Weaponry Information~

Weapon/s: A Hammer.
Weapon/s Name: None.
Weapon/s Type: Blacksmith's Hammer.
Attributes: It's a blacksmith hammer. He found it on the floor of the workshop.

Weapon Appearance

Hider

~Other Information~

Other: None.

~Theme Song~

Theme Song:
"Car Radio" by Twenty One Pilots.

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

Erin Marie Chase

Party At Hephaestus Cabin ~ Camp Half-Blood

As far as days went here in this stupid camp; this was by far one that made her rethink just why it was that she had gotten up at all that morning. Dealing with the drunken director… getting into it with her new cousin… playing the perfect hostess to the unexpected guests that seemed insistent on showing up at her cabin- she needed a drink. No, she needed more than a single drink; she needed about five… or ten. Whatever it was that was going to help her forget about any mention of her past before it even had a chance to truly fester within her mind; and by the looks, and smell of the party, alcohol was definitely gathered in large abundance.

Letting her hand slip away from Jericho’s as the both of them grew ever closer together to the party which seemed to be in full swing at this stage, she brought it up before she slid her fingers back and through her long chocolate brown locks, ruffling them lightly before her arm dropped back down to her side; swinging lightly and matching the purposeful swaying of her hips, both moving in time with each and every single step that she took towards the crowd spread out in front of her. It worked just like clockwork- the very moment that they noticed her coming, the crowd began to shuffle about and press closer together, all of them doing what they could to clear even the smallest of paths for the daughter of Hades; most of the demigods in front of her knowing from either personal experience, or through mouth of word that she wasn’t one that they wanted to cross.

Clenching her jaw ever so slightly as her figure slipped into the crowd and out of sight of Jericho’s sight completely, she turned her head and allowed her dark eyes to gaze over those around her until they fell on something that she had been looking for- a drink. One that was newly filled, and had yet to touch the lips of the demigod who was holding it. Not bothering to speak a single word to those who were around her, she reached out and took a hold of the full and rather large red cup, pulling it into her body so that she could gaze at the contents before she lifted it up, throwing as much of it down at once as the protests of one of the sons of Hermes faded into the background- quickly lost as she continued on her way, her attention turning to linger on the Cabin as it came into her sight.

Familiar faces everywhere. Arianna at the turntable with her tunes, Ky’ vie milling about socializing with her guests, Logan and Griffin hanging back by the open door. Lifting her stolen drink up once more, she drained the rest of it before shoving it into the chest of the closest person, her expression fed up and annoyed as she quickly made her way up the porch steps and past the two guys as they spoke to one another; the sound of Griffin’s voice explaining and asking the new camper for help on what sounded very much like a quest causing her to pause, her soft pink lips parting ever so slightly as she glanced back over her shoulder at the both of them, her dark eyes meeting with Grif’s gaze for only a brief moment before she turned her back to him once again, her attention instead falling on a figure that she didn’t recognize sitting contently by the piano.

Quirking her eyebrow in slight curiosity as to how many new people there was actually supposed to be during the extremely… informative tour that she had given that day, she confidently made her way over to where he sat, her eyes narrowing for a brief second as she caught sight of the fox curled up lightly on his shoulder as she slowed to a stop beside him, her hand reaching out to pick up the drink that she assumed belonged to him; being sure to take a sip before she leant up against the side of the piano, looking him over slowly before finally, she spoke, “You’re new. And apparently the man to speak to about getting a drink around this dump. Nice taste in alcohol, mind if I finish it off? I’ll play the good girl and buy the next round.”

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

Gideon James Carlyle, Archer Trey Andrew and Aella Lorraine Stedford

Ares Cabin ~ Camp Half-Blood

Resting a hand on his abdomen as he made his way down to the Ares Cabin, Archer cringed slightly as he walked over rocks and small hills. Maybe Gideon hadn't bruised his ribs... maybe he had broken them. That would definitely be bad, especially for Archer's training. He needed to be able to train for the days to come. He knew a capture the flag game was coming up soon and he wanted to be able to play and win, especially since the Ares kids and Athena kids were always on the same team, and he wanted to show up Gideon this time.

Walking to the stone steps, he walked up to the door of the large cabin and paused in front of it. Curling his middle finger and thumb in toward each other, he placed it toward the outside of his mouth. Bending his tongue back behind his teeth, he whistled, the sound reverberating through the house. He and Gideon used this whistle all the time on the battle field, and many people have begun to figure out who it is. It is still an effective tool to figure out where the other is, however.

Gideon turned away from Aella with a smile and just before he responded, he heard the whistle echo. He shook his head and laughed out loud. Archer's voice called from outside, "Get your ass out here, you jerk!" Gideon shook his head again. Archer's insult game was weak. He and Gideon would have to work on that in the future, especially if he wanted to be taken seriously.

Turning back to Aella, he said, "You might as well come and meet him. That's Archer Andrews, my best friend." He waved at her to follow before taking off outside, not checking to see if she would come. He pushed open the door, nearly hitting Archer in the face, before saying, "Where the hell have you been?!"

"The infirmary, you moron," Archer said, cringing as he had to jump back out of the way. "I'm pretty sure you broke my...who's that?" Completely forgetting what he was saying when he saw Aella, Archer raised an eyebrow. "You got a new sibling, mate?" He smiled at Gideon, shoving him to the side as he walked up to Aella. Being a polite gentlemen, he bowed to the pretty lady before holding out his hand and saying, "Hello! My name is Archer Andrews, but most people call me Archer or AA. And you are...?"

Maybe living in this camp wasn’t going to be as bad as she thought; Gideon was certainly proving everything she thought she knew about the Greeks to be wrong, or at least misled… maybe it wasn’t the end of the world like most of the other Romans she knew would believe it to be. Quirking her brow in curiosity as the sound of another man’s voice filled the air around them in the cabin, she turned her head around so that she was looking over the door of her room for a few moments before she let them come to a rest on her brother’s figure, listening silently to his explanation and invitation to meet the person whom the voice belonged to before finally, he left the room and in turn, left her standing alone once more. This was something that she needed to get used to; once more being the new girl in the camp. It happened only once before… and that was a long time ago.

Waiting a few moments more before she turned around so that she was looking at herself in the mirror, she tilted her head to the side, her eyes narrowing and her lips turning down in a small frown as she examined what it was that she was wearing- the short blue denim shorts were perfectly fine, the boots… she could live with them, she’d change them later on; but the top, she wasn’t sure of, at least not at this point in time anyway. Crossing her arms over her body once more she pulled the top she hadn’t just long put on back off before she threw it over to lay on the bed, her body hunching back over her bag as she fumbled around for a bit, her hands lifting a few other things up in front of her so that she could look them over before making a choice; the girl quickly changing into an outfit she felt was more comfortable before she turned and followed the path that Gideon had taken only moments beforehand.

Slowing down her step as she drew closer to where she could hear their voices more prominently, she came to a stop by the door, her dark eyes flicking back and forth between the two boys before she finally settled on the figure of the one that she didn’t know, a small though rather amused smile playing over her lips as she watched him finally take notice of her before he bowed and introduced himself before Gideon ever had the chance; not bothering to give her brother so much as even a glance, she lifted her hand up from where it had it resting by her side so that she could take a hold of his, shaking it lightly as she continued to hold his gaze, “Aella Stedford; daughter of Mars… It’s a pleasure to meet you, Archer. I can tell you that I am most definitely looking forward to getting to know you better.”

Eyes wide, Archer could only stare. He wasn't even looking at her face. He was mainly staring toward her midriff and exposed skin on her stomach and chest. "Damn, how the hell are you not on fire from your hotness," he muttered under his breath, letting out a long, low whistle. Gideon raised his eyebrows at him and shoved his dumb ass of a best friend.

"Dude, that's my sister," he said. "Control yourself at least a little bit." Archer cleared his throat, the shove knocking him out of the trance that Aella had on him. He smiled sheepishly at Gideon and rubbed the back of his neck with a self-conscious air. This time when he looked toward her, he stared off over her left shoulder, looking into the house, because he knew that if he looked at her, his gaze might wander. He didn't want anymore broken ribs than he already had. Gideon snorted and looked at Aella. "You really want to make a first impression, don't you?" he said with a light laugh. He turned his head toward the oncoming music and saw that the barbecue had already started.

He then remembered what Ky'vie said to him about the broken weapons. Smacking his forehead, he groaned. "Ugh, I completely forgot." He turned his eyes to the two standing near him. Archer wasn't even looking in Aella's direction anymore. He was staring at the ground. Rolling his eyes at the doof, he looked at Aella and said, "Will you two mind helping me carry some broken weapons down to the barbecue? Ky said that she would fix some up for me and I completely forgot she told me to bring them to the barbecue until now."

"Sure," Archer muttered. He walked up to Aella, meeting her eyes briefly, before sliding passed her into the cabin. He gritted his teeth and shook his head. What was it with demi-god girls? He always had to be friends with the hot ones, didn't he... Shaking his head, he continued to the back room, heading toward Gideon's room.

Gideon watched him go before looking at Aella. "Sorry 'bout this. It would be a big help though. I kind of broke... a lot... of weapons." He laughed with embarrassment.

“Well now; aren’t we straightforward… I like that in a man. Especially one who’s as good looking as you are, sweetheart.” Lifting her hand up to partly cover her mouth as a gentle chuckle fell through her soft pink lips to fill the area around them, she let her dark eyes slowly glide down his figure before once more working their way back up; the young daughter of Mars ignoring her brother as he chastised and warned his best friend against the path that he was clearly thinking about walking. He was a cute one; that was for sure. Flustered at the very sight of her, though unlike a few others she had met in the past, he had still been able to string together a legible sentence… it was impressive to say the least.

Taking a single step to the side to make room for him as he moved past both Gideon and herself, she fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments, listening to her brother explaining just why it was that he needed their help before finally, she nodded her head in understanding; her mind however, clearly stuck on other matters that needed her thought and attention. She should probably tell them… or at least, she should probably tell her new brother. It wasn’t as though it was this big deal or anything like that; but it was something that affected her, and in turn would explain a few things about her that she was sure they were going to see sooner or later.

“If we’re going to a party; I need to change my shoes. These boots only work if I plan on wearing jeans and my Stetson. Once I’ve done that, I’ll be more than happy to help carry them… though Gideon, there is something about me you should know first.” Frowning slightly as she slowly began to follow the path that Archer had taken, she slipped both her hands down and into the back pockets of her denim shorts as she thought of the best way to say it- be blunt, or break it gently? Argh, why were Grecian’s so hard to talk to at times..? Shoving the stray thought out of her mind, she sighed softly, her head shaking lightly from side to side as she continued to make her way down the hall.

“I’m a legacy- I’m not too sure if it’s a common thing here for you Greeks, so it might not surprise you; however, people who find out after a while about mine say it explains a lot about me. I’m a legacy of the Lady Venus.”

Walking with Aella back toward the room, he listened to her with a small smile on his face at her reaction to Archer. He hadn't been expecting that out of her, that was for sure. Though she did seem like that type of girl at times... He nodded when she said she needed to change her shoes, curious to why she couldn't just wear the shoes that she was wearing. Girls were so strange at times, always thinking vainly.

And then she said that.

A loud clatter went through out the house and Gideon turned to see Archer, who was standing near the door when she said it, dropped all of the weapons and weapon pieces he had in his hands. Gideon raised an eyebrow and he knew immediately, from Archer's paled complexion and worried look on his face that they were thinking about the exact same thing. Both only knew too well that Colt was a child of Venus. At first meeting, neither of the boys could tell that she would be a legacy of Venus, but now that she told them, they began comparing her to Colt.

"Huh," Gideon said curiously, eyeing his new sister up and down. Archer was now crouching down to pick up the pieces of weaponry and Gideon immediately walked over to help him. He murmured as quietly as he could, "Did you expect that?"

"Not even close," Archer muttered back, not looking at the War God's son. The weapons kept slipping out of his hands however and he threw his hands up in frustration. "Damn, why'd you have to go and break half the weaponry in the camp?!" Glancing around Gideon's room, Archer spotted his bed sheets and stood up. He walked over to them and, with a quick flick of his wrist, pulled them off the bed. He held them up to his face and said, "You didn't like these very much did you?"

Gideon jumped to his feet and grabbed the sheets from him. "We are not using my sheets to carry dirty, broken weapons down to Ky." Gideon rolled his eyes as he threw the sheets back into a clump on the bed. "Just grab a handful. Stuff some down your pants if you have to. You do that with-- hey!" Gideon rubbed his arm remorsefully as Archer punched him as hard as he could before Gideon could continue. Rolling his eyes, Gideon picked up some of the weapons. "You mind grabbing something?"

It was clear as day what was going on… and this was why, nine times out of ten, she avoided voicing her legacy out loud to others around her; it only ever caused them to look at her in quite a negative light. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t seen it coming; but now that she was standing in front of his bedroom door witnessing their reactions firsthand… well it didn’t exactly give her much confidence when it came to not being judged by the Grecian’s. She hadn’t even been there a few hours and already her brother, and the only other person she saw potential in becoming friends with were too focused on her legacy rather than on her as an actual person… yeah, she was a flirt; but it wasn’t all there was to her. Nolan had been able to see that- why couldn’t anyone else..?

Closing her eyes for a few moments of silence as she pursed her lips together in slight frustration at her own stupidity for trusting the Greeks- it was the number one rule in Camp Jupiter, and she had just gone out of her way to throw it out the window with thoughts that maybe… just maybe she wouldn’t have to worry about people thinking ill of her because of something she couldn’t help, “..got it… can’t believe that I was so stupid- never trust a Grecian. By the Gods, dad would be furious with me.”

It wasn’t as though she was lying- Mars would be furious with her for showing a moment of weakness, even towards someone who was classed as family. Her superiors back at camp would lecture her on her mistake; the rest of her cohort would worry about her actions, maybe even go as far as to state that she was going soft in her resolve. Shaking her head lightly from side to side, she turned on her heel so that her back was facing them both before she crossed over the hallway and into her bedroom; the sound of fumbling, thumps and metal scraping filling the room and floating out into the hallway as she searched for the heels she was looking for.

“You know… I was under the impression that I wouldn’t have to prove myself to you damn Greeks; but it seems as though I have no other choice.” Pausing every couple of steps so that she could slip her heels onto her feet as she made her way back into the hall, she narrowed her dark eyes in their direction, her chin motioning over to the weapons scattered about the floor though slight annoyance still poisoned her voice as she spoke, “I’ll help you carry the weapons to this thing; after that, I’m gone. My legacy is obviously going to be an issue here; I won’t bother you while I'm here, and you won’t bother me. Sound good boys?”

Both boys stared at Aella overreaction and both looked at each other. Both, just the same, immediately began talking at the exact same time.

"Your legacy isn't going to bother us! It was just surprising..." Archer's voice rang out in the cabin, trying to prove that he didn't care about her legacy.

"It was just a little surprising and the only person we know from Venus is that douche bag Colt," Gideon said, his louder voice cutting over the top of Archer's. He managed to silence Archer with a single glare and Archer began picking up the weapons once again. "Your legacy won't be an issue as long as you don't turn out like Colt. I'm not going to lie and say that I'm all out happy to find out my new sister is a legacy to Venus, but I can live with it. Don't drive me out just because you judge us before you get to know us." Gideon's voice was slightly harder than it had been before as he lifted up an arm full of weapons and dumped them in the arms of Aella.

"Gideon..." Archer cautioned, as he noticed that Gideon paused for a minute to stare at his new sister.

"Another thing..." Gideon said, completely ignoring his friend. "You show weakness now, by believing that all Grecian's are weak, liars, ignorant... Your weakness is in your mind, not your strength, and you need to fortify both if you want to get through this camp." Gideon turned away from her. "You don't want to talk to me? Fine. But I will keep talking to you until you trust us."

To say that she was slightly taken back by the response of both the boys would have been an understatement. Her brother’s voice louder and drowning out Archer’s before he had the chance to finish his sentence; though his words more than made up for the fact that he was chastising her for her sudden jump to conclusions. Colt was here..? It had been around a year since she had last seen him face to face- the last she knew he had left Jupiter in search of his friend; how it escaped her attention that his friend was a demigod at Camp Half-Blood was beyond her.

Bending her knees slightly at the sudden added weight of the weapons upon her body, she slipped one of her arms out from where she had it supporting the rather large pile, her hand coming up so that her palm was facing Gideon in an attempt to cut his little rant short as she turned her dark eyes down to Archer; a questioning glint flashing across her eyes as she took a couple of steps towards him, “Wait- you know Colt..? He’s really here..?”

Gideon, slightly offended at the cut off, was about to retort when Archer cut him off again quickly, "Yeah, he is. He's kind of a douche bag... How do you know him?" Archer looked at her curiously before realizing the stupidity of his own question. "Right... Camp Jupiter." He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "Tell you what. You help us get the weapons up there; I'll take you to Colt. He's probably flirting with Arianna at the moment anyways..." He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Deal?"

“Yeah; he can be a bit of a prick, I’ll give ya that one…” She couldn’t help the bright smile that crossed over her features at the thought that she was able to catch up with her friend- so maybe the move from one camp to the other wasn’t a total loss; she was still able to see Logan, and now she was able to hang around with Colt. Oh how the Gods seemed to work in strange and sometimes annoying ways…

Shaking her head quickly from side to side as Archer began to try and reel her into a deal that was certainly far undervalued on one side, she closed the gap between the both of them, her hand coming up to press softly against the center of his chest as her eyes searched his for a few moments; practically demanding his attention, “No… if you take me to him; I will not only help you carry these weapons to where you need them to go, but I will also do my best to not judge anyone you introduce me to and I give you my word that I’ll do everything in my power to be a good girl, and good sister.”

Straightening her back up as she took a couple of steps back, she turned her head so that her attention turned up and her eyes met with that of Gideon’s, an apologetic expression crossing over her features as her smile softened slightly, “I really am sorry; it’s going to take me a while to adjust… to all of this... but let me make it up to you. Partying is my thing; so let’s all go and have fun- I’ll buy the beers..?”

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

Arianna Louise Watson

Hephaestus Cabin ~ Camp Half-Blood

Show up to the cabin before everyone; check. Interrupt sweet romantic moment between hostess and new guy; check. Assure them that she ain’t even there before closing the door and going off to set up her gear; check. Quick sweep to make sure all is good and working properly; check. Dishing out sweet tunes for people to party to; currently in progress. First track of the rank and already the area around her was filled with the demigods she had grown up being surrounded with- by the Gods this was going to be an amazing night. It was everything she loved; the people, the music, the dancing, the food… the alcohol..! Argh, how in the name of Hades could life ever get any better than it was right at this moment..?

Lifting one of her hands up from the turn-style, she pressed her fingers firmly against the side of the headphone that actually covered her ear, listening for a few moments to the beat that she could hear pumping through them and into her ears before she dropped her hand back down, reaching out towards the laptop she had set up in front of her turntable; her fingers lightly brushing over the keys, quickly pulling something up and onto the screen, her hand splaying out to press a couple of the keys at once causing a second melody to mix with the first, a satisfied smile crossing over her features as she reached up to take a hold of the neck of her beer bottle, lifting it up to her lips so that she could take a deep swig of the contents.

This was what she lived for… This was what gave her fucked up life any sort of purpose- living her life to the fullest every single day that she was able to wake and greet the dawn. Letting her gaze drift out to the crowd in front of her, she let her light blue-grey eyes scan over the familiar faces- she’d never been able to understand their way of thinking… Seriously, so what was the point in just sitting back watching life pass you by, when you could be out enjoying everything that the wonders of the world had to offer you- it was truly ridiculous just how content some people could be… Honestly; how in the hell could people live like that and still be happy with how boring things were going..?

Seemingly way too focused in on her music and the guests dancing around her both inside and outside the cabin, she hadn’t even noticed the familiar Apollo girl as she made her way over and up onto the small platform to stand right beside her, the feeling of something being shoved into her hand causing her to almost choke on her beer; coughing a couple of times as she tried to right herself, she glanced down at her hand where she could see a bottle of pills being shoved towards her with what she assumed was a firm warning about not having come by to grab it- since when was she still popping pills? Or was that just some weird dream she’d had the night before… Damn; maybe she needed another drink… or two.

Shaking her quickly from side to side in an attempt to rid her brain of the thoughts that were running through it at what felt like a million miles per hour, she leant her body over and closer to the girls as she snatched up the pill bottle, holding it up to her eyes to check that it was at least half-full before she nodded her head, slipping it into the pocket of her shorts for use at a later time… maybe a later date, who knew; before her hand returned back to the turntable, her movements causing the light and bright outfit she had chosen to wear to constantly move about as she spoke, “Sweet..! Thanks sundrop- you know I had like the sickest dream about you. You were like-… I don’t remember; but I know you would totally love it..! Oh shit…”

Lifting up the now empty bottle of beer that she was holding in her other hand so that it was directly in front of her eyes, she narrowed them in both confusion and curiosity, as though she wasn’t sure what had happened to the alcohol inside- when in the world had she finished her beer..? Catching the slight beat change signalling the beginning of the end of the song that was blaring through the camp, she immediately turned her attention back down to her equipment, her arm crossing over and behind her head so that she was shoving the empty bottle in Kiran’s general direction, “Babe; sweetie- oh my darlin’… you know I love ya right? Think you could be a doll and grab me another..? Promise I’ll make it up to ya..!”

Not even bothering to wait for an answer from the girl, she shot her head up in audible surprise before she dropped the empty bottle completely from her grip, her body twisting around completely until she was facing the daughter of Apollo, the cord of her headphones wrapping around her neck as she pulled what looked like a hat from her back pocket, her arms reaching out to pull it down over Kiran’s head, “Ah, that’s it..! Much better..!”

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

Erin Marie Chase

Hades Cabin ~ Camp Half-Blood

The tall man peered down at the ground, and pretended to notice him. “The little lord Tyrion,” he said. “My pardons. I did not see you standing there.”

“I am in no mood for your insolence today.” Tyrion turned to his nephew. “Joffrey, it is past time you called on Lord Eddard and his lady, to offer them your comfort.”

Joffrey looked as petulant as only a boy prince can look. “What good will my comfort do them?”

“None,” Tyrion said. “Yet is it expected of you. Your absence has been noted.”

“The Stark boy is nothing to me,” Joffrey said. “I cannot abide the wailing of women.”

Tyrion Lannister reached up and slapped his nephew hard across the face. The boy’s cheek began to redden.

“One word,” Tyrion said, “and I will hit you again.”

“I’m going to tell Mother!” Joffrey exclaimed.

Tyrion hit him again. Now both cheeks flamed.

“You tell your mother,” Tyrion told him. “But first you get yourself to Lord and Lady Stark, and you fall to your knees in front of them, and you tell them how very sorry you are, and that you are at their service if there is the slightest thing you can do for them or theirs in this desperate hour, and that all your prayers go with them. Do you understand? Do you?”

The boy looked as though he was going to cry. Instead, he managed a weak nod. Then he turned and fled headlong from the yard, holding his cheek. Tyrion watched him run.

A shadow fell across his face. He turned to find Clegane looming overhead like a cliff. His soot-dark armor seemed to blot out the sun. He had lowered the visor on his helm. It was fashioned in the likeness of a snarling black hound, fearsome to behold, but Tyrion had always thought it a great improvement over Clegane’s hideously burned face.

“The prince will remember that, little lord,” the Hound warned him. The helm turned his laugh into a hollow rumble.

“I pray he does,” Tyrion Lannister replied. “If he forgets, be a good dog and remind him.” He glanced around the courtyard. “Do you know where I might find my brother?”

The sound of a familiar rapping against the door of her cabin pulled her attention away from the words that were written clear over the pages of her novel; three knocks, a pause, and then two more. It was clear as day who was calling her at this hour, and even clearer as to why they were calling around her cabin; though why he hadn’t called ahead and told her that he was returning back to the camp was far beyond her. This was always how it went; he left without so much as a word about where he was going, she would get pissed off for a couple of days before falling back into a normal routine, and then on his return he would bring her a gift to try and ease the anger she felt towards him- it was a system that he seemed to have perfected over the years that they had been close with one another.

Whatever it was that he wanted; he could piss off. She knew what was going to happen. The very moment that she opened the door for him, he was going to bring up the fact there was a party going on a couple of cabins down; and he was going to continue to bring it up until finally, she gave in and decided to go to the stupid thing. Jericho was special… not just for being a male, but also for a demigod; and it had nothing to do with the fact that he was the son of Artemis- it was something she had quickly figured out when the both of them began speaking with one another all those years ago. Sighing out in exasperation at the fact that he wasn’t going to leave without some sort of response from her, she shook her head lightly, her soft pink lips parting slightly as she went to speak; her words completely cut off as the sound of her door opening, and a fresh voice that she didn’t know quite as well reached her ears and filled the room, the interruption however never once causing her hand to stop moving over the felines black fur.

“Curious… Would you look at this Salem; the bimbo from the Aphrodite cabin meets with me once, and she believes that she has the right to come barging into my cabin. And then on top of that, she believes herself worthy of asking to borrow some of my clothes- how... misguided.” Slipping the hand that she had been using to pet the black feline, she twisted the book around and placed it down on the coffee table as she lifted herself up from where she had been perched on the couch, holding Salem close against her chest as she turned to face the both of them; her dark eyes lingering on Jericho’s figure for a few moments before she turned her attention over to the girl who had waltzed in as though she owned the place, the corners of her lips turning up as a small though amused and slightly devilish smirk played over her features.

“No- please, what would make you think that this is a bad time..? Come right on in; we’ll have a drink, change into our pj’s, watch a movie… maybe even braid each other’s hair.” Tilting her head ever so slightly to the side, she shook it slowly, her dark eyes never once leaving her figure as she took only a few steps, making her way around the couch; though being sure to keep distance between her and her uninvited guests, “I don’t know what sort of deluded impression you got from our little meeting, but you and I… we’re not friends. We’re not going to sing karaoke; I’m not going to paint your nails, and we don’t go sharing clothes with one another. So unless you’re here to test the limits of my patience; get out of my cabin, and don’t come back unless you’re invited… and that’s never going to happen. So try not to drip too much on the runner on your way out.”

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

Syleste Astrea Nioré

The Cabins ~ Camp Half-Blood

The very thought that he wasn’t going to be going out of his way to tell the others that she had been drinking without asking them first, helped her to relax. People around the camp always seemed to have mixed thoughts about Simon; but in all reality, she just couldn’t see any of what they said to hold any truth to it. He was one of the people in camp that she felt she could really be herself around; someone that didn’t seem to have an issue with her being blind- maybe that’s why she liked him… Wrapping her fingers firmly around the can that he had not long given back to her with the slightly new look about it, she nodded her head excitedly up and down at the thought of heading off to the party- it was one of the things you could always count on when it came to Camp Half-Blood; if there wasn’t a quest or some sort of event, there was always a party going on somewhere, and then if not, there was always one being organised by someone.

Taking a few steps after him as she heard him call out her name for her to follow along behind, she quickly came to a stop, her smile seeming to fade ever so slightly from her lips as she remembered just why it was that she was heading back to her cabin in the first place. She wanted to change her clothes. Shorts and a singlet top were fine during the day when she was out and running about with her friends, but they weren’t something appropriate for a party. Dropping her head down slightly so that her eyes were glancing in the direction of the can in her hands, she hesitated for a few moments before she motioned back over her shoulder and in the general direction of her cabin.

“Simon… do you think that you could wait for me for just a few minutes..? I want to get changed before we head to Ky’ vie’s… if that’s okay I mean; you don’t have to wait, I can meet you there if you want to go ahead.”