Ericka Porter [] Zeus [] 15 [] Open, I think?
With a huff of slightly irritated air, Ericka threw a handful of grass out in front of her, watching as it sparked and sizzled, finding it's way into a pile of ashes on the bare spot she created. "Just can't believe it." She mumbled through clenched teeth. Her eyes flickered towards the beach that looked a little tiny from the distance she sat. The brunette found herself strolling towards the sand. And despite how hot the sand was, she found the sharp pangs of 'ow that's hot, put on some shoes', addicting. Long fingers passed through her lengthy hair. The frustration that was built up inside her was causing a major chemical reaction in her hands. The energy transformation crackled, "Ugh, why do they do that?"
She took more steps towards the shoreline, abruptly halting in place when another series of pictures encaptured her vision again. Some she couldn't make out, others that were familiar. One exactly the same to the one when she discovered what was on Chase's arm. Whatever. This must be heat exhaustion or something. Ericka blinked her eyes several times, quite confused in that matter, when she was kneeling on the ground. Im insane, great. My day gets better and better by the second, huh? She realized these "visions" wasn't hear exhaustion, but just pure loss of her entire sanity itself. Eric brushed off her pants and stood slowly. Hoping her little scene went unoticed, though with the amount of campers at Camp Half-Blood, it was unlikely. "I hate this." She began to rant, shooting a bolt if electricty towards the water, immediately feeling guilty after she did so. The thought, 'Bipolar much?' came to mind. But that was offensive towards a few people she was close with.