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Delbrook Academy High School

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Delbrook Academy High School

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𝐸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒶 𝒮𝒾𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓈

_{"𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒿𝑜𝓎, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Eretria Simmons ∞ Tria ∞ Simmons ∞ Gwen Stacy ∞ Scarlet Witch ∞ Lilura (Wiccan Name) O N L I N E - N A M E ∞ Arcane_Mystic A G E 21st of March - Seventeen (Autumnal Equinox) G E N D E R cis Female S E X U A L I T Y Bisexual N A T I O N A L I T Y American P R O V E N A N C E Los Angeles; California ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Voice: ∞ Talking ∞ Singing Height: 5' 4" Weight: 114lbs Hair: ∞ Orange-Red Eyes: ∞ Blue-Green Body Type: Delicate - Petite, classic hourglass figure Body Marks: ∞ Ears pierced ∞ Various Rune Tatts ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single - F.W.B Arrangement Crushes: ∞ TBD Benefits: ∞ Sawyer Lockwood Current: ∞ None Past: ∞ Castor Barnes F A M I L Y Father: Leigh Simmons Mother: Thalia Rey Simmons Siblings: ∞ Ryker Simmons (Older Bro) Others: ∞ None P E T S ∞ Nutmeg; her feline familiar ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Any chance that she gets to spend at Disneyland; whether it be with friends or family ✔ Spending time going out on hikes surrounded by nature, or relaxing down by the ocean ✔ Getting out of the house & into the fresh air, & any time she spends tending to her garden ✔ Skilled at tarot, bones & runes; she rarely ever says no to people who ask her for a reading ✔ Reading - Eretria loves to read, especially when it comes to Ancient Civilizations, or her craft ✔ Spending weekends with friends, simply hanging out, or going on long rides down the coast ✔ Welcoming new witches into the craft, & helping them out by teaching them all she knows ✔ Enjoys dressing up for various occasions, & getting to party with friends - loves bonfires D I S L I K E S ✘ Excessively cold weather; especially snow, although it is very pretty to look at ✘ Tree nuts - Eretria is highly allergic, & is extremely careful when working with them ✘ Having to deal with Karen's, & other difficult or rude customers that come into the store ✘ When people make assumptions about her craft & her without even trying to understand ✘ People thinking that just because she's a cheerleader, she's either dumb, a bitch, or both ✘ Moldavite - Always warns people, especially friends, against using it before they're ready ✘ When people assume its okay to go through her things, especially her book of shadows ✘ Brussel sprouts, asparagus & anchovies - doesn't get how anyone can like them ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Confident | Lovable | Genuine | Down-To-Earth | Social | Playful | Enchanting To be written. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y To be written. ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O Y E A R L E V E L Senior ⧿ Year 12 G P A & A V E R A G E 3.8 ⧿ B+ / A-Average F A V O R I T E S U B J E C T History ⧿ Ancient World History E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R ∞ Cheerleading (Year Round) ∞ Photography Club R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ Tutor T R A N S P O R T A T I O N ∞ Motorbike (Nicknamed: The Broomstick) P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N Caught at a crossroads; Eretria isn't sure which path she should follow after graduation has come and gone. Does she follow her head and go to college and follow the career path that she's worked so hard for..? Or does she follow her heart and go travelling, photographing the beauty of the world as she does..? ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R S C H O O L I N F O E M P L O Y M E N T ∞ Practical Magick ⧿ Wiccan Store (Part Time) F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ Her garden ∞ The Beach ∞ Disneyland R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ Her work ∞ Attending coven meetings ∞ Tending to her garden ____________________________________________________________________________ H O M E S W E E T H O M E ∞ Bedroom ∞ Bedroom 2.0 ∞ Reading Nook O T H E R Eretria is a multilingual individual & is fluent in English, French, Latin, & Irish Gaelic/ Celtic. Despite the hate & misunderstanding that comes her way, Eretria is a practicing Wiccan/ Witch. Has a cute habit of giving random gems, runes & crystals to her friends & family for various reasons. A good set of lungs, trained through years of singing lessons, her scream is very loud & ear piercing. Is very much one of those people who loves anything pumpkin, or pumpkin spice; including her latte. Though she does, Eretria doesn't particularly enjoy scrying with fire as it's extremely unpredictable. Enjoys playing peek-a-boo with her pet cat - usually using her cloak or one of her many blankets. She's willing to go to any lengths to help out, or to protect her friends, family, & others she loves. Has a very unhealthy amount of candles & crystals, & just can't seem to get enough of them. T H E M E S O N G "Monsters" by Katie Sky Face Claim: Katherine McNamara | #B43757

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𝒮𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒶 𝐿𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓏

_{"𝑀𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁... 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Sasha Lopez ∞ Sash ∞ Jasmine ∞ The Pink Ranger O N L I N E - N A M E ∞ Onism (All Platforms/ Apps) A G E 13th of June - Seventeen G E N D E R cis Female S E X U A L I T Y Heterosexual N A T I O N A L I T Y Spanish-American P R O V E N A N C E Los Angeles; California ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Voice: ∞ Talking ∞ Singing Height: 5’ 4” Weight: 123lbs Hair: ∞ Dark Brown Eyes: ∞ Dark Brown Body Type: Toned - Slim figure, classic supermodel type look Body Marks: ∞ Ears pierced ∞ Avicii Tatt (Behind R. Ear) ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: ∞ Daniel Dean Murphy Current: ∞ None Past: ∞ None F A M I L Y Father: Adrien Lopez Mother: Theresa May Lopez Siblings: ∞ Myra Lopez (Older Sis) ∞ Damien Lopez (Older Bro) Others: ∞ Diego Lopez (Uncle - In Spain) ∞ Samantha Claire Rhodes (Best Friend) P E T S ∞ None ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Musicals & collecting programs from each one she sees - Favourite: The Lion King ✔ Is an absolute sucker for spaghetti Westerns, & loves to watch them with her big brother ✔ Kids, & visiting the children's ward in costume - always the last to stop hugging them at work ✔ Sims & Stardew Valley - gives her that sense of control that she doesn't have over her own life ✔ Going to school, & parties, & just getting to hang out with her friends like a normal teenage girl ✔ Her work & cosplaying at Comic-Con - it gives her the chance to be someone else for a time ✔ The drama department, & participating in plays; though she isn't allowed to do so anymore ✔ Enjoys singing, and is particularly skilled in playing the piano, the cello, & the bass guitar D I S L I K E S ✘ Being forced to sit through her older sister lecturing her; it's always something ✘ When there's a flu outbreak, or when someone at school is sick - means she can't go ✘ Just the thought of having to say goodbye, or having anyone find out about her Leukemia ✘ The way that her ears pop, & that she always gets nosebleeds when she travels by plane ✘ Hates having cancer, & the fact she has to give up things because of it; like school plays ✘ Chemotherapy - It makes her feel like utter crap; nauseous to the point of throwing up ✘ That look of pity that people get in their eyes whenever they find out that she's sick ✘ Burdening others with her problems, moods, or thoughts - they have their own ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Warm | Quiet | Talented | Kind-Hearted | Mature | Unafraid | Reserved To be written. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y To be written. ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O Y E A R L E V E L Senior ⧿ Year 12 G P A & A V E R A G E 3.0 ⧿ B-Average F A V O R I T E S U B J E C T Drama & Music E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R ∞ None R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ None T R A N S P O R T A T I O N ∞ 1968 black Ford Mustang P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N Believing that she's not going to be around too much longer after graduation comes and goes, and completely at peace with that thought; Sasha has no set plans for her future beyond staying on at her job, and maybe doing some travelling. What's the point when you're just going to die anyway, right..? ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R S C H O O L I N F O E M P L O Y M E N T ∞ Disneyland ⧿ Princess Jasmine/ Park Princess (Part Time) F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ Disneyland/ Her work ∞ California Adventure ∞ Universal Studios ∞ The music room ∞ The Hollywood Sign R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ Her work ∞ Meet & Greets with guests (Adventureland & Fantasyland) ∞ Character Dining Experiences ∞ The Parade ∞ Fantasmic (Night Show - Has to sing) ∞ Aladdin: A Musical Spectacular (California Adventure - Sings and acts) ∞ Special Events ∞ Her health ∞ Attending doctor appointments ∞ Attending chemo appointments ____________________________________________________________________________ H O M E S W E E T H O M E ∞ Bedroom I L L N E S S Sasha has Leukemia and is currently undergoing treatment. Though not wanting to worry her friends, she hasn't told a soul outside her family, her boss, and the school staff - aside from this, Sasha has come to terms with the fact that she's going to die. 𝒮𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒶'𝓈 𝐿𝑒𝓊𝓀𝑒𝓂𝒾𝒶 Leukemia : ۵ Leukemia is a type of malignancy (cancer) of blood cell; in luekemia, abnormal blood cells are produced within the bone marrow- the cells that are responsible for fighting off infection- however, the abnormal cells within leukemia don’t function in the same way as normal white blood cells. The leukemia cells continue to both grow and divide, eventually crowding out the normal blood cells, and more times than none the end result is that it becomes too difficult for the body to continue fighting off infections, to control bleeding, and to transport oxygen to where it is most needed. There are different types of leukemia, each based upon how quickly the disease develops over the course of time, and the type of abnormal cells produced. The exact cause of leukemia is not known, however, it is thought to involve a combination of genetic and environmental factors. Leukemia cells have acquired mutations in their DNA that cause them to grow abnormally, and to lose functions of typical white blood cells; though it is not clear what causes these mutations to occur. One type of change in the cells DNA that is common in leukemias is known as a chromosome translocation. In this process, a portion of one chromosome breaks off and attaches to a different chromosome. One translocation seen in almost all cases of CML, and sometimes in other types of leukemia is an exchange of DNA between chromosomes ‘nine’ and ‘twenty-two’, which leads to what is known as the Philadelphia chromosome. This creates an oncongene (cancer-promoting gene) known as BCR-ABL; this change in DNA is not inherited, but occurs sometime in the life of the affected individual. Most cases of leukemia are not believed to be hereditary, however certain genetic mutations and conditions can be passed along to offspring that increase the chances of developing leukemia. A condition known as Li-Fraumeni syndrome is characterized by an inherited mutation in a tumor suppressor gene known as TP53, and individuals with this condition have an increased risk of leukemia and other cancers. Other hereditary conditions that can increase the risk of developing leukemia include down syndrome, neurofibromatosis type one, ataxia telangiectasia, and Noonan syndrome. Signs & Symptoms of Leukemia : ۵ Symptoms and signs of leukemia depend upon the type of leukemia; slow-growing or chronic leukemia may not cause any symptoms at the outset, while aggressive or rapidly growing leukemia may lead to severe symptoms. The symptoms of leukemia arise from a loss of function of the normal blood cells or accumulation of the abnormal cells in the body. Signs and symptoms of leukemia typically include the following: ∞ Fevers. ∞ Night Sweats. ∞ Swollen lymph nodes that are usually painless. ∞ Feelings of fatigue, tiredness. ∞ Easy bleeding or bruising, causing bluish or purplish patches. ∞ Recurring nosebleeds. ∞ Frequent infections. ∞ Bone or joint pain. ∞ Weight loss that is otherwise unexplained, or loss of appetite. ∞ Enlargement of the spleen or liver, which can lead to abdominal pain or swelling. ∞ Red spots on the skin (petechiae). However, if leukemia cells have infiltrated the brain, symptoms such as headaches, seizures, confusion, loss of muscle control, and vomiting can also occur. Treatment for Leukemia : ۵ There are a number of different medical approaches to the treatment of leukemia. Treatment will typically depend upon the type of leukemia, the patient's age and health status, as well as whether or not the leukemia cells have spread to the cerebrospinal fluid. The genetic changes or specific characteristics of the leukemia cells as determined in the laboratory can also determine the type of treatment that may be most appropriate. Watchful waiting may be an option for some people with a chronic leukemia who do not have symptoms. This involves close monitoring of the disease so that treatment can begin when symptoms develop. Watchful waiting allows the patient to avoid or postpone the side effects of treatment. The risk of waiting is that it may eliminate the possibility of controlling the leukemia before it worsens. Treatments for leukemia include chemotherapy (major treatment modality for leukemia), radiation therapy, biological therapy, targeted therapy, and stem cell transplant. Combinations of these treatments may be used. Many patients opt to receive a second opinion before beginning treatment for leukemia. In most cases, there is time to receive a second opinion and consider treatment options without making the treatment less effective. However, in rare cases of very aggressive leukemias, treatment must begin immediately. Someone should discuss with a doctor the possibility of obtaining a second opinion and any potential delays in treatment. Most doctors welcome the possibility of a second opinion and will not be offended by a patient's wish to obtain one. Treatment & Survival Rate for Leukemia : ۵ Treatment may involve some combination of chemotherapy, radiation therapy, targeted therapy, and bone marrow transplant, in addition to supportive care and palliative care as needed. Certain types of leukemia may be managed with watchful waiting. The success of treatment depends on the type of leukemia and the age of the person. Outcomes have improved in the developed world. The average five-year survival rate is 57% in the United States. O T H E R Sasha is a multilingual individual & is fluent in not only English, but also Spanish, & ASL. Though some people think that she might be lazy, Sasha often has to sit down or take naps. Despite not being able to participate, she still attends every P.E class; but only assists or studies. Does her best to attend every lacrosse game & swim meet; though... maybe not just for her brother. Has a large collection of gifts that various park guests have given to Princess Jasmine over the years. Refuses to get a pet, despite wanting one, becuase it just means hurting someone else in the end. Enjoys using her employee discount at the parks in order to spoil her friends & family with gifts. Is always willing to share with her friends all the Disneyland secrets & hidden menu items. Her all time favorite Christmas movie is Home Alone - it never fails to make her laugh. T H E M E S O N G "Train Wreck" by James Arthur. Face Claim: Naomi Scott | #5097A4

Delbrook Academy High School || SOL RP

I feel as though I should mention my face-claims so that others know I'm using them, loll

∞ Katherine McNamara - #B43757
∞ Cody Christian - #8F9779
∞ Naomi Scott - #5097A4

Delbrook Academy High School || SOL RP

Obligatory "I have arrived" message :'3

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Head resting against the cool pane of the window; it was hard not to enjoy the refreshing breeze that lightly flowed past her. Bringing with it the rather enticing aroma that came from the wild rosemary growing freely outside of their cabin. It was intoxicating. Relaxing. The exotic scent of florals, pine, wood, eucalyptus, and clove all mashed together in perfect harmony. It was no wonder their ancestors in Ancient Greece used it heavily in their every day lives.

"Adeline?"

Her brother's familiar voice floating towards her through the cabin; Adeline turned her head towards the sound. Her bright blues searching the general area in an attempt to locate him, though they both knew that it was never going to happen. She was never going to be able to look him in the eyes... or anyone else for that matter, "..I'm here..."

A gentle weight pressing suddenly over her lap, catching her off guard, Addie's head drew back around with a light snap. Relief washing through her as she felt the familiar warmth seeping into her being from silky fur coat made of the most romantic of browns, and kissed so strawberry-cream that it almost matched the orangey red tones of her own hair. Ce-Jay. Where the rascley little fox had gotten to that morning, she couldn't tell, but... he always seemed to be around at just the right times. Always there when she needed him; even if she wasn't exactly aware of it herself.

The smallest of smiles tugging at the corners of her lips; she ran her fingers through his fur. The corners of her eyes crinkling and her smile brightening ever slightly as she felt the rough dampness of his tongue brushing against her arm, Adeline reached forward, pulling him just that little bit closer. Her hand sliding up the length of his back, all the way to the top of his head where she lightly scratched. Illiciting a few soft yips from the animal, "..Greyson and Michael are both going away for a while... Mr. D called them to the Big House..."

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Hand rising up from where it had been resting in her lap; Octavia held it idle just slightly above her line of vision. Her bright greens lingering on the light from the sun as it danced back and forth over across her olive colored skin. It was just so peaceful here... sitting on the edge of the forest, and if she was being completely honest with herself, it was one of the few places she could go where she could actually take a moment to just... think. Lowering her arm back down, her hand once more returning to its place over her lap, she instead let her gaze draw up to the canopy. The tree was old, one of the biggest in camp aside from the great Thalia's tree itself, and it's branches seemed to extend out, reaching towards the sky. It was no wonder that it was where she went when she felt as though she needed to recharge... when everything around her just started to feel far too overwhelming...

Movement catching in the corner of her eye; it was only a few moments later that she was turning her head towards the source. The sight of probably her best friend in the camp causing her to raise a brow, though she'd long gotten used to the deshevelled looks. Cyrus was always rushing off to play the hero... and she was sure that a day was going to come when it would be his undoing. Even she knew that there was a distinct difference between a hero, and a fictional superhero. But then, there wasn't exactly a point to revisiting that conversation. She'd voiced her concerns so often enough that it would just make her sound like a broken record; playing on repeat. The grey and black tones of the ash and soot covering his familiar figure, however, now that was a new look for him.

"Well, if it isn't my favourite Greek boy, doing his best impersonation of the Aphrodite girl's cooking."

Dropping her head back, Octavia let it rest against the trunk of the tree. Watching him draw closer, and waiting until he had before she gave a light shrug of her shoulders and a look that clearly said that she wasn't about to even so much as ask. His business was his business, and besides, she was pretty damn sure that he'd tell her the story by the time the day was done, "You're late. And you missed a lot..."

Her hand lifting; she took a moment to run her fingers back through her long dark locks. Pushing them back and off her face, though there really wasn't exactly a point to the action. The moment she returned her hand to her lap, her waves fell back into place. Once again framing her features, "Cyrus, I need... advice... I don't know how to talk to my brother..."

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The headache was becomming more prominant... Where the fuck was Chiron with the asprin when he needed it..? Seriously.

His hand lifting up, Dionysus pinched at the bridge of his nose. His brows furrowing as the dull, pain he felt pulsed against his forehead. Now was one of those distinct times he felt true contempt towards his father and the punishment that had been handed down to him. In times past, he wouldn't have to worry about these types of things, but now..? How cruel could a father be by taking away his childs tried and true coping mechanisms..? He just had to keep reminding himself that by the time his infernal damnation in the mortal realm was over, the sweet nector that were the alcohols he'd collected would have aged beautifully.

But until then...

"Sir, I couldn't help but notice you only suggested one replacement, though the group going with me needs two. I'd personally like to make a suggestion. Ky'vie Morgan."

Ky' vie Morgan..?

Lowering his hand back down, he let his dark gaze turn on the one who was speaking. His half-mortal cousin, for lack of better descriptions. The fact that he was surrounded by a handful of them-... He shoved the thought from his mind. Instead motioning for the child to continue talking- letting him know that, despite how he was currently coming across, he was, in fact, listening to what was being said.

"She and her brother are from Australia. I've been through on tours a few times, but I wouldn't know my way around as much as she would. I think it would be very beneficial for her to tag along with us. With your approval, of course, sir."

"..yes, yes. That's fine. Take her." He had to admit, the kid did at least have a point to what he was saying. Dionysus let a heavy sigh fall from his lips. The fact that he was actively beginning to care enough to involve himself even slightly in the affairs of his campers-... He really needed a vacation. Thank fuck he was an immortal, because he was pretty damn sure that these kids were going to be the death of him otherwise.

“W-what a f-fucked up d-day.”

"..I'm inclined to agree with you, Mr. Stevenson..."

"Atlanta. I doubt it would be hard to track down that girl."

That one... he had no answer for. He couldn't say. Had he even been to Atlanta..? He couldn't remember, but he was pretty sure that at least one of these brats had to have gone there at some point in their lives. Eh, who cared anyway. They'd figure it out, and if not, what was a rescue party for the rescue party..? It's not like that hadn't happened before.

"So is that everything, Mr. D? No more surprise claimings or things we should know?"

"Hm..?" Pulled from his thoughts, Dionysus let his attention be drawn to the child who was now addressing him. Simply staring at the kid for a moment or two before understanding seemed to dawn and he gave a nod. His hand lifting to wave the group off dissmissively, "Yes, yes. Go. Get out of here already before I turn you all into minnows. You've wasted enough of my time, you brats."

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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Silence…

It was either, neither of the boys agreed with her little ultimatum, or they both knew she was right and just didn’t want to admit it out loud, especially in one another's company. She was leaning more towards the latter being the answer. And really, it wasn’t the first time. Four years of being in each others lives, they’d been in this position a handful of times. And each time, for some Gods forsaken reason, she’d been the voice to keep the peace. Her. Daughter of the devil.

It was rather laughable concept.

Holding herself back from lifting his hands to her lips once she was finished; Erin instead gave Tyler the smallest of smiles. Her hands gently squeezing his for reassurance before she was letting them go. Her heeled boots making soft thuds over the polished wood as she made her way into the kitchen so that she could throw the wrapper and used wipe away; though the sound of her cabin door opening not once, but twice caught her attention. Causing her to turn her head towards the familiar figures that were coming in to join the small group that was already gathered in the lounge room.

"I am here. Now, who's ready to go bird watching?"

She wasn’t even going to dignify that with an answer; instead, she merely rolled her eyes and once more turned her back to the group. Taking a look around the kitchen. Why, she wasn’t quite sure, but her eyes darted to the clock on the barely used microwave. Checking the time before moving to the fridge and removing five bottles of water. Five. Because that was all that was there. All that had bothered to show up- not including Ezra, of course.

"So, I assume we'll be leaving as soon as everyone gets here? Now, now, no fighting. Save it for the scary monsters out there."

Great… she didn’t particularly even want to think about what they’d be facing outside the camp's barrier. Forcibly shoving those particular thoughts from her mind as she turned back to the group, Erin shook her head. Her hips swinging in time with each step that she took as she returned to the group, and not a moment later, she was passing a fresh, cold bottle of water to each of them - Brandon, Carlos, Zeru, and Tyler.

“No. We’re leaving now.” She knew how that sounded. It was going to come across as cold… cruel even; but the truth was, she didn’t exactly have time to waste sitting around waiting for people to show. Even with her fear being kept in check - Ezra was a Godsend… literally - there was still that ball of anxiousness rolling about in the very pit of her stomach, though it had nothing to do with leaving the camp anymore. Just everything to do with returning to it. Getting the damn quest over and done with as quickly as possible.

Right now, that was all she cared about.

“Look, Spencer said it himself- the sooner we leave, the better. And ironically, he’s the one person who isn’t here.” They’d had a plan- a semi plan. Spence had a place outside of Italy that they could travel to and start out from once they were ready to do so. Well, that plan was now out the window. Well and truly. She had to think on the fly instead, “I can’t wait for him to show up; not when it’s my life on the line. If he wants to play catch up, then he can. I don’t care. And yeah, I know the… creepy bitch in the attic said six; but we’re just going to have to deal with five. So… brace yourselves. Whatever the fuck you have to do, but… we’re heading through the shadows. Now.”

Pursing her lips slightly; Erin’s dark gaze moved from one figure to the next. Trying for a moment to gage what each of the boys were thinking before she allowed her gaze to fall instead to her things. Her body stooping down, she slipped her bottle into one of the side pockets of her bag before hoisting it up and over her shoulder. Securing it and her staff in place over her back before she made her way over to the corner of the room where the shadows seemed their darkest.

If she was being honest, she loved shadow travel- it was just part of who she was. It came naturally; like breathing. But it was also a double edged sword. It could harm her as much as it could help her- not… that she ever let on to others about that particular little downfall. It just wasn’t a topic she discussed much.

Staring into the darkness for a few moments; she pondered. There were a few places she knew in Italy- hell, it was where her and Dany’s family were. It was their homeland. She knew it as well as she knew Los Angeles; not that she ever wanted to go back there anytime soon despite the fact that that was where her mother and majority of her friends were. Argh, what was she doing..? Shoving the thoughts out of her head; Erin took a moment to reconcentrate, and as her eyes blackened in color, the shadows in front of her seemed to rip open. Growing bigger, twisting; and soon enough, before them stood an open door into complete darkness.

Lips parting slightly as she stared up at it, she turned just enough to give the group her profile. Her head turning further, and her black eyes staring over at the group of people she trusted.

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

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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“Yay! So when do we leave?”

This child...

It was like having to put up with a mini Apollo. And having dealt with his brother long enough, he knew for a fact that there were two types of cheerful. There was the quiet kind- the soft type that came quietly like the trickling of a river on a sunny day. That one he could deal with. But this girl... she was the second kind of cheerful. The loud and in your face kind of cheerful. The kind that, in certain situations, could have the effect of closing others down, even if not meaning to do so. It was exhausting.

"While you're enthusiasm is admirable, Miss Lucasta- curb it. Now..." Opening his mouth to continue speaking; Dionysus closed it almost at once as a firm weight fell upon his shoulder, catching his attention and drawing it away from the group of kids in currently stood in front of him. Great. Another interuption. The dull pulse signalling the makings of a headache had already begun to stir to life thanks to everything that had gone on that morning. What more were his family about to dump on him and the little shits he supervised..?

Eyes narrowing slightly as the familiar figure of his brother, Hermes, leant down towards his ear; Dionysus remained quiet. Listening, and taking a few moments to process what he was being told before his dark gaze was drawing up. Meeting with Hermes' gaze, "..and you're sure..?"

"Oh, I'm sure." Squeezing his brother's shoulder, Hermes gave a single nod of his head before standing himself back to his full height. Hand slipping from Dionysus before he slid both of them into the pockets of his suit jacket, "I'm more than aware of my daughters current situation, and I'm dealing with it. Least as best as I can given her mother's stubborn nature. This one, however..."

Pausing a moment, Hermes shifted, and reaching into his inside pocket, he eventually held a folded piece of paper out towards his brother, "..this one needs help."

A frown etched on his worn features, Dionysus took the paper as it was offered. His gaze lingering on his brother's for a moment longer before his attention fell to the words written in front of him, "..very well." This whole day was just one mess after another. The end couldn't come soon enough. A heavy sigh falling out through his lips, Dionysus nodded. His brother taking a step back as he got to his feet; his hands resting on the polished surface of his desk, "..and yet again, there has been a change of plans. Mr Blacklight; please escort my brother to the infirmary and help him in anyway he needs, I believe he has a rather large delivery to make. And should you see Mr Schneider or Miss Engracia, tell them they are no longer needed."

Motioning for his brother to go ahead; Dionysus was patient. Waiting until Hermes and the demigod he'd assigned to escort him had left the office, and the door had shut behind them before he moved out from behind his desk. Crossing back over to his cabinet so that he could pull out names to replace the demigods that were no longer needed, "..there are no changes to the first assignment. Lockwood, Nahng, Ito, and Underwood will still be heading to Georgia. Miss Ito is in charge; and in place of of Mr Schneider, you will instead be taking... Pierre Vos with you."

Pausing a moment, holding up the file for the group to see; Dionysus' torso twisted, though only long enough that he was able to give a light toss, adding the file he was holding to the pile already on his desk before turning back to the cabinet, "..the rest of you- the assignment has changed. The situation in India is being handled... apparently. How my daft brother plans on doing so is beyond me, but I digress. Mr Davies, you are still in charge. There is a daughter of Athena that needs to be collected and escorted to camp; goes by the name Malia Brae. According to the information handed to me by my idiot brother, you'll be able to find her at a place called Braeside Ranch. But while you will no longer be going to India- you will, however, be taking a nice, long trip to Australia instead."

Pulling a couple more files out of the cabinet, making sure that it was closed first, Dionysus made his way back to his desk, "You will be taking Miss Tatiana Hernandez with you in place of Mr Blacklight."

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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She was so... expressive.

A slight quirk of his brow, matching the rather amused smirk that danced over his lips; Kepano's gaze remained trained upon the young women in front of him. Imogen was an interesting one, that was for sure. And if he was being completely honest with himself, sometimes watching her attempts to work through something was better than watching a movie. Especially so when she was trying her best to censer herself, despite the fact that almost no one else in the camp ever bothered to. She was so worried about getting in trouble with the Gods... Truth was, the Gods needed them. And they needed them so badly that even though they might disrespect most of them with their words and general attitude; the responses they garnered were usually nothing more than empty threats. He wasn't exactly a genious when it came to math or anything like that, but about eighty-seven percent of the time the Gods were all bark and no bite.

Besides... the only one they really had to worry about in the camp was Dionysus. And even then, he was a total teddy with as bad an attitude as them.

Give him depression and a fuzzy exterior, and it was that one Supernatural episode brought to life.

"..it's definitely something alright." Attention finally drifting away from Imogen; he nodded his head lightly in agreement. He didn't know everything, and even she had admitted that she didn't know all the details; but she was right on the money when she said it was fucking stupid. Actually, more than that, it was downright impossible. But he had to save all other judgements until he was completely caught up by someone who had been there at the meeting from the very beginning of it. Maybe he shouldn't have taken the longer, scenic route back home...

"..guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens." Hand lifting; Kep ran his fingers back through his green locks. Pushing them off his face, though as soon as he returned his hand to his pocket, his hair fell back down over his forehead. This was going to be one hell of a summer. Gaze returning to he; there was a soft smile on his features, "Right well, I'll let you get back to what you were doing. Grey's name was called... maybe you should go see what's going on. I gotta take my stuff back to my cabin anyway. Start on some orders that came through while I was gone."

His shoulder rising and falling, the action causing his bag to do the same as he brought attention to it; Kep gave her another nod of his head. Though this time, it was more like see ya rather than anything else.

"A hui hou, Gen." Taking a couple of steps back first, his hand lifting to give a quick wave towards her; he turned his back and began to head away towards the cabins. His fingers curling around his phone in his pocket. He should message Brandon- he wasn't stupid. If there was anything going on with Erin; Bran was more than likely to somehow get involved one way or another. But then he also didn't want to bother him, especially if they were getting ready to leave on this quest. A heavy sigh falling out through his lips, he shook his head and shoved the thought to the side. He'd just message him later; maybe call him via Iris message. It was the simplest option. At least then he knew for a fact he wouldn't be getting in the way.

Hand leaving his pocket, he reached for the strap of his bag. Adjusting it slightly as his gaze roamed the area- the people. Family. His smile grew some. Despite everything going on, it was good to be home. Really it was. Each step closer to his cabin causing him to further relax; the grass and wildflowers around his feet grew a little taller- their color becoming more vibrant. It was an involuntary thing. Something he was hardly aware of, and even more so now as his attention was drawn across to a certain familiar figure entering the same area, though from across the grassy knoll. A figure he'd recognise anywhere.

That chiseled jawline... olive-colored skin... that mess of dark hair... and those eyes.

Yeah... green was definitely his favourite color.

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_{A hui hou:}

_{See you.}

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