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indentthough ariadne liked to sleep, apparently, she was really bad at it. she'd go to bed at a decent time, think she'd fall asleep in two seconds, and end up not resting for four hours. more or less. she'd often wake up early on top of that. in those times, she'd sit in her 'ferocious' cabin, decorating the place like it was a warrior and she had the warrior paint. various markings covered the walls in different places; curious looking symbols of many colors. sometimes she painted when she was half-asleep but couldn't fall into slumber completely, and even though using paint whilst groggy sounded bad, the results often seemed quite interesting to see by morning.
indenttoday, she sat on the creaky floorboards in front of a wall criss-cross-apple-sauce and sported a few different paintbrushes with paints sitting next to her in mostly fire-related colors. a brush swirled around on the wooden wall over an old painting that was dull-looking by now. all of the wall was covered, parts repainted all the time. her cabin no longer had walls of aged brown wood; everything was colored. later, she'd stumbled to her bed and fallen asleep with reddish hands and a brush loosely clutched between fingers.
indentan alarm rang in her ears and she groaned, waking as soon as the first 'beep' came. she pretty much punched the clock which seemed to make the noise stop, so she smiled to herself slightly. stretching her arms in front of her like she was superman, she pulled herself into a sitting position and messed with the sheets tangled in a very odd way around her torso and legs. after a few minutes she had gotten free from the mess of white sheets and yelled in triumph, "haha! ariadne one, bed-sheets zero!" pumping a fist in the air and ignoring the glares of two other ares children. crawling out of her bed, she trotted to her dresser and pulled out a bright orange, camp half blood t-shirt, taking off the gray one she wore with a pink mouse on it. shoving it over her head rather forcefully, she grabbed some tan pants that ended a little above her ankles and dragged them up her legs after taking off her pajama shorts. even if it was cold, she preferred to sleep in shorts, finding regular pajama bottoms uncomfortable under blankets. she either dealt with the cold or got extra coverage.
indentsometimes, there were advantages to having a cabin with only two other people in it.
indentaria navigated her cabin with ease though it was slightly messy, traveling to the door and harshly putting on her vivid red converse as well as a matching red hoodie that she left unzipped. she realized she forgot about her hair, which was always a bird's nest after sleeping; she was restless in her sleep, and moved around a lot. at least she didn't sleep talk; galenus, a thirteen year old cousin of hers mumbled in his sleep quite often. the other child, judas, was silent and unmoving in his sleep, though extremely rambunctious awake. trudging back to her dresser, she brushed through the knots quickly though it pulled her head down and hurt a little. she put two hair-ties on her wrist. one was for if she wanted to fix her hair later, and the other an extra, just in case.
indentariadne then flew out the door and slammed it shut, sprinting full-speed to the mess hall. bursting in, she saw it was empty except for fox. a smug smile found it's way onto her face. slipping onto the bench of the table he sat at, she propped up an elbow and rested her chin on her hand. "heyy there, foxy." she said smoothly. "looks like you beat me for once. at least our team got the good side." she eyed his map (and his food) with curiosity. "what's tha--hold that thought," she said before hopping over to the food, the aroma's tickling her nostrils mockingly. gathering her food on a tray speedily (but messily) and humming to herself, she sat back down next to fox quite ungracefully after a few minutes. aria put her hair in a ponytail promptly, and then took a bite of waffle covered in syrup and whipped cream. "so. you seem to have started a plan. care to explain?"

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daughter of marsxxxxlocation mess hallxxxxtagged no one, openxxxxmood calm

xxxshe flinched slightly at the quick response before squeaking in panic at the almost bruise to her face. she nodded slightly accepting her apology, laughing softly at sierra's comment on her pegasus. watching her and iduna interact, glancing over at finlee with a chuckle as he was too busy admiring the food the made was given. "come on, fin." walking over towards the mess hall as the other rider caught up, kicking up at the dirt while they arrived, the aroma of food filled her nostrils. "looks like someone already got their share.." mumbling quietly to the girl beside her and the pegasus not too far behind. trudging over and grabbing her a plate, placing the slightest bit of food that only covered half her plate before glancing over at the scattered tables. biting the inside of her cheek, choosing an empty table that was far from the other occupants and right by a window. slowly nibbling at her food, seeing the shadow of finlee's head peer over her own, feeling the soft winds of a nicker from him. "hey, boy." mikah stabbed a small slice of her damp french toast, flicking it off before he snatched at it in frustration. her eyes slowly hovered up to see where sienna scampered off to, watching fox and ariadne with an expression of consideration of the two beings. resting her chin on the palm of her hand which rested on the table, picking at her food. jabbing her fork at the winged horse that was trying to snag pieces of her breakfast.

xxxmikah finished her plate, seeing she was the only at the moment without the orange shirt on. shot! she bit on the inside of her cheek gently, placing her hands on her thighs while glancing around nervously. finlee was licking the sweet liquid, that was one on the french toast, off her plate, greedily. crossing her feet over the other, her fingers softly caressed the snout of the stallion. the girl's hair flowed down her back in soft, small waves that looked like a large wave when the breeze flowed through the window, also causing her to tremble. she moved her hands over her unshielded forearms, feeling the goose bumps easily. i forgot my shirt and im forced to sit here and shiver -great. after awhile, she let her eyes linger on the door to see if any other camper she knew came strolling in or at least someone worth talking to.

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xoxoxo son of; aphrodite, goddess of love xoxotagged; marceline, atticus xoxolocation; camp grounds, mess hall-ish


xxxxxxwhen he awoke he was unaware that he was the first riser in the aphrodite cabin, which overall would have been unbelievable, he was never the first to rise. he rolled out of bed in his usual morning dazed state and dragged himself to the bathroom where he found himself baffled by its emptiness. he paused in question, where was everyone? normally he would have to fight with the younger aphrodite children for some space in the mirror, at least he could show his thanks to hand held mirrors. he owned a few to many, for a good reason though, they always disappeared.
xxxxxx after finishing up in the bathroom without any interruption, elijah assumed that everyone was already awake and at it. he made his way back to his space in the cabin, fresh eyed, perfectly styled hair, and ready to get dressed. he leaned down to a chest with his name painted on top, it was over flowing with clothes, there was never enough space for clothes, he had even stuffed some under his bed. the first thing he picked up was the hideous camp half blood shirt that had become the unofficial uniform to the camp, "yuk," he muttered. the boy had come to own about twelve of these shirts, countless if you include the ones he had thrown away, due to his refusal to wear one. it was assumed that since he wasnt seen wearing his that he did not own one, or that he had lost his, so they kept giving him more, but he was never going to be caught dead wearing one. instead he wore what he wanted, even if he stood out, the attention was a blessing. today he decided to throw on a black v-neck accompanied by a red and black checkered oversized shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows. for the bottom half were a pair of black skinny jeans with tears at the knees, and some red high tops to match his shirt.
xxxxxx elijah was about to leave the cabin when it came to his attention that he had not been the last to rise like he assumed, but the first. a smirk quickly crept to his face as walked to the bathroom borrowing one of the aphrodite childrens hair brush that was sitting beside the basin and picking up a bucket from the corner of the room that was used to catch water from a leak in the roof. everything was quite as the boy made his way to the center of the cabin with both items in hand. he marched himself the furthest back wall from the door of the cabin, rose the bucket and began to hit it with the back of the hairbrush. anyone in their right mind would know never to wake the children of aphrodite from their beauty sleep unless they wanted to declare a war, to bad that he was one of them, they could not fight each other, unless they wanted a massive lecture.
xxxxxxup and down the center of the cabin he marched, stopping his third time down at the section that the venus girl had occupied that night. "oh marceline," he teased as he stood at the end of her bed. he had stopped the racket he was making as upon finding his way to the end of marcies bed he had found a note written in lipstick from the pluto girl, "someones got a secret admirer," he joked placing the note at her feet. he gave her a soft smile before disappearing from the girls sight. he thought of marceline as a younger slightly annoying sister, on the bright side she was less annoying then the many half ones he already had.
xxxxxx outside there were few students scattered as they met their friends before heading to the mess hall. no one he knew so far, not until he was half way to the mess hall that was. his eyes caught the back of atticus, a brotherly figure in his eyes. "atticus!" he yelled from the distance, cupping his hand around his mouth. "wait up," he continued as his average walk turned into a jog.

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daughter of venus ;; location cabin and mess hall ;; tagged elijah, vixen, calista
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if marcie were to say the aphrodite cabin was her favorite place, she'd be lying. honestly, it was the last cabin she'd consider staying at if it was her choice to make, whether it was the constant chatting about boys and fashion or the overall blondness of the cabin. if it hadn't been for marceline's ghost like appearance, she'd blend right in. it wasn't that they were dumb, marcie couldn't deny their bimbo disguise was clever, but they had this aura about them that didn't sit right with her. but ultimately it wasn't her decision, so here she was, stuck in a dollhouse.

marcie's sleep was fairly pleasant up until she was woken by a high-pitched laugh that belonged to one of the aphrodite demigods with a small love letter lying on her bedside table. she rolled around, denying the fact that it was morning for a few minutes before sitting up, still groggy. by that time elijah had come over and observed her note, placing it on her lap. "well, that would make one of us." marcie teased her half-brother, picking up the piece of paper herself, she eyed the smeared, red lipstick writing. mess hall. love, calista. the message immediately woke her up, mostly just because she longed for a good conversation with someone she actually respected that wasn't her long lost sibling. after crawling out of her lower bunk, marcie's petite body shimmied over to one of the dozen mirrors that decorated the cabin, pushing a few barbie blondes out of the way while doing so. still in her pajamas, marceline quickly washed her face and grabbed her tar black pencil eye liner and messily, yet quite presentably lined her eyes with it. over the years, she had become a pro at the lining of the eye. marcie still didn't understand why her kin wore all that makeup since they were naturally blessed with their mother's flawless complexion. then she simply brushed out her hair and grabbed the camp-half-blood t-shirt she had been given upon entering the camp. it was bright orange, sporting a little pegasus on the front. it wasn't necessarily something she'd usually wear but it seemed appropriate since they were going to have a capture the flag game later. whatever that was. over that, marcie wore a black cardigan that ended just under her butt and a pair of jeans. briefly marceline scanned the cabin, trying to remember if she forgot anything. in the corner of her eye, she could spot one of her other brothers snoring, still very much asleep. how could someone as perfect as a son of aphrodite snore? ignoring the thought, she exited her living quarters, heading for the dining pavilion.

when she arrived, calista was already awaiting her arrival, accompanied by vixen collins. for some reason she couldn't stand the athena girl, marcie didn't know if it was because of her competitive and smart-ass nature or just because, but the two were constantly trying to kill one another. but for the sake of their mutual friend calista they tried to keep the casualties at a minimum. "hey, got your message." she said, lifting up the paper for calista to see, "you know you could have just woken me up, right?" her gaze then turned to the brunette girl across the table. "vixen." she politely greeted the girl to avoid a lecture from her best friend as soon as they were alone. "so, i'm guessing we're all on the same team." marcie chirped, motioning towards the bulletin board where chiron had pinned the schedule. red team, she thought, squinting to see what other cabins they were teamed up with, venus, pluto, athena, mars, a... ares? that was all she could catch from the distance. meanwhile, the two other girls carried on their conversation while she absent-minded as ever ignored the world to see who she was teamed up with for this greek game while fiddling with her two imperial gold daggers.

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son of mercury xx location hermes cabin xx tagged lorenzo, milo

cassius has never been an early bird. in fact, he was not a night owl either. his sleeping schedule varied from day to day without an apparent reason, therefore predicting the time when he will wake up was rather impossible. the last night, however, the roman spent nowhere else than in his bed, having a good night's sleep and perhaps being the first occupant of hermes cabin to go to sleep. this was the exact reason why cass could have been seen leisurely wandering through the grounds of camp half-blood in an early hour of morning by anybody who would have bothered to notice him. before exiting the cabin he put on the gaudy orange camp half-blood shirt which seemed like an incredibly bizarre choice of color for a practically uniform shirt to be worn by almost every camp member, however, his dark grey hoodie, light blue jeans, and pair of black sneakers managed to somewhat cover the eccentric piece of clothing.

there was a striking contrast between the greek camp where he currently was stuck in as an exchange camper and camp jupiter for roman demigods, his original camp seeming like military service compared to a summer holiday program for children of all ages. cassius certainly did not mind the difference, for a moderate amount of time at least, as he had the chance to gain new experiences and spend time with awesome people. he didn't even have to search that far away, the hermes cabin where resided a bunch of his greek siblings and things could easily go missing without a trace if you weren't careful enough to look after your belongings, or you might have a problem if you are not comfortable with sharing a room with about seven other children. he managed to get along with most of them, though a steady friendship had formed between him and milo. not only blood relation connected the two because all hermes/mercury kids were technically siblings, they also shared a passion for pulling pranks and entertainment. there was also lorenzo, son of zeus, who seemingly enjoyed taking part in their trickery and consequently quickly became considered a friend by the roman. as he aimlessly strolled through the camp and remarked the differences and very few similarities in both places, the sun was slowly and steady reaching the horizon and more children started making their way out of cabins. thus cassius made a decision to go back to his cabin and search for somebody he was familiar with.

thankful for the uncomplicated situation with finding friends, as he approached the place where he came from, it would be hard not to catch a glimpse of two companions of his. hearing his name being mentioned in a conversation, cass finally spoke, "i'm right here." lorenzo and milo were the two people that could make his day better with just their presence, or perhaps ruin his mood which luckily hadn't happened yet. "hey guys. it's breakfast time, i guess. well, at least i am starving." with a quick glance at the watch he often wore on his wrist, he inferred that it was time to head to the mess hall for a meal, now when the trio had gathered together.

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xxxxxxx"Rise and shine!" a short immortal brunette shouted to the world. Her voice bounced off the ground, and her words raced across the wind and faded in the distance. Ivy had leapt out of bed long before the sun rose. For the hunter's morning routine, she only required a quick brush of the hair to rid of any irritating tangles and a minute of brushing her teeth. Without applying any form of makeup like the daughters of that vain, despicable goddess, Aphrodite, Ivy would head out the door with her bow and arrows about an hour before sunrise. This was one of her favorite times of day, for the air was cool and crisp. The grass was still covered in a fresh blanket of dew, and mist danced in the air. "It's beautiful," she would breathe to her stunning surroundings every time she stepped outside. It was also a calm time when nothing could be heard except for the whistling wind and a few hushed whispers emanating from nearby cabins. Ivy enjoyed the exulting feeling of wandering around when all others were asleep. It was like she could do whatever she wanted while the rest of the world was frozen—and she did do precisely what she wanted to. The hunter of Artemis slung her bow across her shoulder and began her stroll. Although it was forbidden, she snuck into the woods, like she had done the previous morning and the previous morning and so on. It wasn't like anyone paid much attention to the hunters, anyway. They practically got away with anything.
xxxxxxxStill, Ivy remained at the edge of the woods, where she the rest of the camp was still in view. Only once had she had a run in with a monster when she wandered too far, but it was definitely worth it to be free if only for a little while. For a half an hour each morning, Ivy was granted the chance to practice archery in the woods at the camp. She never shot at animals, which were not common anyway, but rather set up her own targets, then, fired away. Four bull's-eyes later, color appeared on the horizon. Before the sun could rise in all its glory, she packed her things and climbed the highest hill she could find at camp and breathed in the morning air. She watched in awe as the majestic sun began its ascent into the sky. It rose from the ground like a fiery phoenix being reborn from the ashes. However, the real phenomenon was yet to come. Some moments later, the sky was splashed with endless colors. Radiant hues of blues, violets, magentas, red, yellows, periwinkle, and lime lit the morning sky. No photograph nor painting could capture the true splendor of the sun. The spectacle was over as soon as it began. Sometime before the sun was high in the sky, the hunter of Artemis dozed off. It was a short nap, and she woke up with a jolt, wondering how she had fallen asleep. She sat up and yawned. Ivy ran her hand through her hair, pulling out leaves and twigs. Some debris was still in her hair, but Ivy did not notice. She stood and brushed the dirt off of her jeans. Ivy slung her bow across her shoulder and began her descent down the hill, still rubbing her eyes. Ivy took a moment to take off her bow and arrows. After, she made her way toward the dining pavilion for breakfast.
xxxxxxxOn the way there, she spotted a few familiar faces. There was Calista, her sworn rival. She was quite the character. The daughter of Pluto was, in fact, extremely sweet when one got past her intimidating exterior. Moreover, the talented archer's skills took Ivy's breath away. Simultaneously, she felt threatened by the Roman. Now, Calista was on Ivy's turf, so the hunter of Artemis was determined to prove her worth. Nonetheless, she would be willing to ignore the tensions between them because Calista was walking with her two of her friends, Vixen and Marcie. However, to Ivy's dismay, they were on separate teams, so she kept her distance. Elsewhere, there was Milo, Lorenzo, and Cassius, yet Ivy was not close with the trio of troublemakers. Milo never seemed to like her all that much, and she never spoke more than three words to Lorenzo. Likewise, Cassius and Ivy were not on good terms. The failed prank built up bitter loathing within Ivy for Cassius, and it resulted in embarrassment for the son of Mercury. She preferred never to look back on what happened the first day they met. It was a secret they were both willing to take to their graves. Then, there was Sierra, who Ivy never really got to know, and Mikah, the very lovely daughter of Mars Ivy got along with. A few feet away, there was despised Elijah and Atticus. The son of the goddess of love was probably Ivy's least favorite person in the world. Elijah was vain and egotistical, and he was too attractive and charming for his own good. Worst of all, they were exchange partners, so she was practically stuck with him every second at Camp Jupiter and would most likely be, too, at Camp Half-Blood.
xxxxxxxHis partner in crime was not much better. Atticus was sort of, well, mean-spirited, and the hunter of Artemis was not the nicest either when she was with him. Ivy pointed out his flaws, and he pointed out her biggest flaw: her height. It was okay as long as Mikah was around, but if she was not, Ivy felt self-conscious and irritable. By now, she was almost at the mess hall. Ivy watched Aria and Fox slip into the mess hall and disappear, so Ivy followed their lead. Before she entered, she read the bulletin board with the teams for Capture the Flag. Ivy was on the red team. When she read the cabins on her team, Ivy puffed, blowing away a strand of hair. She wanted anyone but the children of Aphrodite on her team. They were arrogant, difficult to work with, and too prim and proper to get their hands dirty. Not to mention Elijah was a son of Aphrodite, and he would be on the same team as her. Ivy was on decent terms with Ashlynn, but Ivy plus Elijah was a recipe for disaster. Same goes for Dane, the son of Apollo. Lorenzo, the son of Zeus, and Sierra, the daughter of Neptune, seemed like he would make a good addition to the team although she did not know them well. Finally, the Bellona kids would be on the red team. Atticus was annoying, but Pilar was alright. Their intelligence, logic, and strategy would be an excellent addition. There was a very good chance they would crush the blue team. Unfortunately, none of her friends were on the red team, so Ivy was not in the best mood. With a sigh, she pushed open the door to the mess hall and stepped inside.

[goneleft]

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sierra continued to walk in a reposeful manner, head sinking down. there was a flicker of silence, and most of the time sierra would break that silence. "yeah, I guess they did." at that her stomach growled, whereas, sierra gave a very sheepish smile, crossing her arms against her stomach. maybe she was too hungry to admit. with a defeating glance at people crowding the mess hall, mikah seemed to depart. odd. quickly shrugging, sierra picked her way through people, orange shirts brushing together. plates clattered, silverware spilled out on the floor. she wasn't in all the way--on the outside something caught her attention. the large bulletin board, with the teams. red and blue. sierra felt somewhat amused, because red was one of her favorite colors (despite having the assumption of liking blue for her parent).

a huff rose from her throat to the girls dismay, as her eyes raked across the participants. aphrodite, zeus, bellona, artemis and apollo, besides her. she hardly knew anyone on this team except for lorenzo, who she looked up to. pilar and atticus would be there too. "I'll do my own thing I guess," was her muttered choice of words, deciding to side-step the twins. shouldering her way into the mess-hall, sierra scooted towards the plates, lined up, and began piling too much food onto her plate. that was probably a bit too much, but hell, she was hungry. nothing was going to get in the way of that.

stabbing the mound with her fork, absently she stood out like a stick-in-the-mud, at a loss for where to sit. there were plenty of empty places to sit, since they were preoccupied with getting food. her eyes quickly scanned over the crowd, and a black, winged stallion stuck out quite horribly amidst the orange. lips twiddling with the starts of a grin, sierra approached cautiously. once at the edge, her tray slid down the table, while sierra flung herself across the seat, sliding roughly. "a-a-and I shouldn't have done that..." she winced. reckless idiocy. probably half the reason people didn't like her, for being so careless.

with a shrug, breaking the thoughts, sierra weakly smiled at her friend. "so, we're on opposite teams." she pointed out blatantly, jabbing at the french toast quite hungrily. then, her smile grew. she was itching to blurt out whatever it was, but at this point she swallowed heavily. "no hard feelings, eh?" if it came down to that, she'd be a cheater and snag her mare. there were hardly any rules the last time she watched a game. honestly, sierra didn't think her team had come up with any sort of plan yet. was it a hit and run? hit and miss...? it would all pan out soon enough.

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( child of apollo // tags ivy, open )


hunters were usually out bright and early; that was no exception for dane. except he had rather shot some arrows, lounged in a tree, and was proceeding to climb down with difficulty. inwardly he felt like he was going to be sick. every now and then he would glance down, roll his head back and groan. now, he was weakly laughing with a feeling of light-headedness, fingers gripping the tree branch. his fingers were trembling, knuckles white from clenching the tree. his bow was slung over his shoulder, however that didn't help him. "why... why did I even try to do this?" he asked himself heavily, practically scolding himself. tossing his head over his shoulder again; the world took a dip, and spots dotted his vision. muscles were locking up, and his sight was blurring. finally, with a faint groan, his vision went black.

there was a searing pain throughout his body, and dane woke with a jolt. immediately it had him gripping his head, his neck. with labored breaths, the man tossed on his side. his eyes took forever to adjust to the dim, forest lights. hand above his brows, dane glanced about wildly. camp wasn't here... oh, yes, he took an adventure. and this particular adventure, he felt like climbing a tree. too bad his insufferable fear caught him at the right time... "great."

he was going to be sick.

hobbling back to camp seemed to take forever, until it was in his sights. he snuck in the 'quiet' way, making his way to the mess-hall. his hair was disheveled, and he felt awful, for once. no matter, the other archers would pick on him. he was as pale as a ghost, too, leading the affect on. with a twitch, he gave a mere glance at the bulletin board, right behind ivy. she was bound to notice him by now; labored breaths, rubbing at his head, twigs and leaves caught around him... his feet lead him over to the food tables, giving him a good reminder: should have stayed in bed. piling a decent amount of food on, dane slid on the nearest table, picking at his food while stifling a tremble. heights, trees, fainting. not the best way to start off a day.

[woodland]

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she followed vixen's raised eyebrow for a moment, wondering whatever she could be looking at. oh yeah, it was the ebony dagger strapped around her hips. "you can never be too careful around ares'-kids. i'm sure you athenas' don't like them much either?" man, if fox was here, he'd probably be fired up already. usually he was the knowledgeable when it came to 'know knew more' about the other camp. he'd be so proud that she actually listens to his rants; how the ares and athena cabins generally have a rivalry against each other, that was one of the few things calista had managed to pickup from him. she studied vixen for a moment, trying to decide if she saw the pugio as a potential threat. calista had never liked carrying weapons herself, but after a run-in with an ares-girl, she hasn't quite trusted the graceus like she used to- or at least children of ares. aside from a select few that she found 'nice', she could easily relate to everyone's distaste for much of the ares cabin. she found that the kids were very...unpleasant to put it in a nice way. some of them were just too aggressive, too competitive, too violent, and calista was sheepish to admit to herself that a good portion of them were eyesores. however, they are grudgingly good fighters, quite handy to have in a game of capture the flag. even ariadine, a girl who calista despised, was really good and pretty.

calista shimmied her purple hoodie over the black dagger, hiding it from anxious eyes and probably for vixen's sake. she had a feeling that carrying daggers probably wouldn't make a daughter of pluto, such as herself appear very inviting, and she was pretty sure that it might put her friend on edge. "better?", flashing a hopeful smile at vixen.

the two girls trudged along the walk that lead to the dining pavilion. along the way, calista did a little conversing as well as taking in camp halfblood's scenery. she knew she had the rest of the summer to do so, but how often would she really be able to revisit camp halfblood after the exchange program? it's not like camp halfblood was ever meant to house romans. a part of her would even miss seeing fox everyday, that little punk. calista centered her thoughts on something else, thinking of how she's gonna say goodbye to camp halfblood was a bit premature as of now. she started thinking about the creation of children of athena. "hey vix, do you have a bellybutton?", the silly thought jumped to her as she and her friend were entering the mess hall. "like, for us romans, athena is the equivlent of minerva, goddess of crafts. but your mother is still a sworn maiden in both roman and greek forms..." calista blushing now, unsure of how to word what she was thinking without making things too awkward. "what i'm saying is, how does your mom have kids without actually 'doing it'?" the daughter of pluto was turning redder and redder as she pulled a chair up next to marceline, which is a great deal of blushing considering that her skin complexion was sunkissed, meaning it takes a lot to get her cheeks rosy. she greeted fox who was sitting across from her a welcoming nod, and a friendly bump to marceline. calista would have greeted ariadine, but there really wasn't really anything chummy between the two. either way, she didn't have much to say at the moment as she was more focused on hiding her blush rather than talking, masking the rouge on her cheeks from fox in particular. oh, how happy fox would be to know that calista's actually showing interest in camp halfblood.

the redness of her cheeks slowly receded as calista listened in to vixen's explanation. to her surprise, it wasn't as awkward as she had thought, but she made sure not to meet her gaze with fox for a few minutes afterward. she wasn't sure if she really wanted to see his stupid, satisfied grin. in the meantime, she fixed her attention to marceline. "oh marcie, and get the whole barbie cabin started on their routinely beauty-fest? i'm be bound to be sucked in and made a living doll if i stayed." calista placed a hand on her friend's shoulder, looking deeply into marcie's eyes, "but i'll make it up to you. how would you like to have a sleepover at my cabin tonight? plus some friends maybe? i'm sure you'd like it better than your doll house." she was grinning from ear to ear now, of course marcie would accept, calista would have invited fox and vixen on the spot, but she didn't want to exclude ariadine in front of her face. calista hated aria, but she wasn't cruel.

a neatly drawn out map of the woods was sprawled out on the table, and it quickly caught calista's eye. "fox, did you do this? someone really wants to win tonight huh?" she studied the drawing, and waited for someone to suggest battle strategies for tonight's game of capture the flag. no one spoke, so she decided to might as well break the ice, "sooo guys, the red team's got the guns tonight, but we certainly have the brains. any ideas? i'm thinking we're gonna have to trick the red team into something. there's no way we can defend ourselves against all those arrows, the sky's not safe for us either." calista grabbed a plate of waffles, giving everyone some time to think. before she dug in, she started garnishing her breakfast food in whipped cream, getting carried away with the fluffy treat as the tower of creamy goodness reached a good four inches in height. she then dropped a strawberry on top. she was about to attack her high-calorie breakfast with her fork, but pushed the pretty plate over to marcie who was looking a little too detached, the imperial gold daggers were starting to make her feel a little nervous.

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daughter of marsxxxxlocation mess hallxxxxtagged sierra, danexxxxmood embarrassed
( sorry for the shortness, writer's blocker atm. :c )

xxxjabbing her fork playfully at finlee, who occasionally tried to lick the syrups. that's disgusting. wrinkling her nose at him which made him tried to lick her instead. "finlee.. no! ew!" she wiped her neck coated in saliva, sighing heavily as she had to go back to her cabin to clean herself and change her shirt. seeing sierra squeeze around for food, she covered her mouth and silenced soft giggles that slipped through her small fingers. "teams-.. we are?" she forgot to the whole capture the flag also, she groaned miserably. "no, just dont beat me by much, okay?.. well.. who's on your tea-" mikah was bombarded by someone sliding down by her so she turned to see who it was after regaining herself. dane?.. why is he covered in twigs and leaves? the child shot a confused and giggly look to the other rider. feeling bad for him though he did look like he tried to bond with mother-nature -which looked like it didnt go so lovely. "you alright, dane?" reaching over and plucking everything gently out of his hair, avoiding eye-contact to make things less awkward.. maybe less embarrassing for the poor kid. attempting to fix his horrific hair,"after you eat, you have to come to my cabin." her fingers slowed down in moving around his hair, looking at the other girl's face at what she said. oh no.. "i mean! -err.. so i can brush your hair out." quickly feeling a heap of embarrassment show on her cheeks, and hoped her friend, dane, didnt get the unintended definition of her earlier phrase. well, she might have a small thing for him though she didnt quite know for sure.. plus, she was the one helping him decide on a girl and he noticed the other girls. like the aphrodite children -not mars. sighing heavily and hiding her face within her palms while finlee just reached over her and attempted to beg the boy for some of his food.

xxxpeaking out between two fingers she had spread apart to see their faces. soon placing one arm onto the table then ran the other one through her hair, ruffling it up a bit to push away her embarrassment. mikah reached up and stroked her companion behind his ears, sliding with one leg on each side. biting the inside of her cheek, glancing over to see if he was done with his food. gesturing her hand for him to lead the way out of the structure into the hot rays of the sun.

[toadstool]

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xx // son of: bellona ' ( tags: elijah )

atticus was not necessarily the one to sleep in. his constant restless state led him to wake at the break of dawn. of course, this was considered both a problem and an advantage in different perspectives. to mount early, it gave him the lead to make the day for himself, and added time to his schedule. plus, he wouldn't switch it for the world. it was a breath taking sight to see every morning the sun rising into the gray sky and lighting the cloud with vibrant orange colors. later in the day, though, he wouldn't exactly have the energy to 'play' the greeks' foolish and unnecessary games. he didn't understand how capture the flag would be entertaining. it's just a mere mundane game of steal the bacon. how low could they be to consider this? weren't they demigods? they should be training and perfecting their blessed skills.

he stood in what they called their 'arena'. the greeks in camp half blood say they use it to practice their skills on swords, just his specialty. he could bet his arms that they're not as half as good as him. a smirk stretched his lips. in his grasp was a simple xiphos sword with a bronze handle. he had been training for a little bit over a hour. the thin shirt that he was wearing was hung over a weapon rack. a heavy sigh escaped his mouth, and he leaned his head back, closing his eyes. sweat rolled down his back and neck. be straightened his posture after a few seconds, and went to the rack. he slid the sword back to his place, and snatched his shirt from the rack. he quickly crunched his shirt into a ball, and dried his neck and back. the bellona child glanced around, and began to make his way out the arena, tucking his balled shirt at the back of his jeans. he stealthily strode over to his cabin, enjoying the sun warmly kissing his bare skin. quickly, he threw his bundle on his bed and grabbed a plain white shirt. he then padded over to the wash room.

a grimace of disgust twisted his face as he made his way inside. this was nothing compared to the one back at camp jupiter. atticus shuddered. a yearn to be back home made a pit in his stomach. it hadnt been long when he had first arrived, and so far, he wasn't exactly enjoying this. he had expected something as great as his own camp. but who was he to say? of course the greeks would live in such a mundane and dirty place like this. the bellona child walked to the sink, clasping his shirt under his armpit, and gave his face and neck a quick rinse. he threw on his shirt, and ran a hand through his naturally messy hair before walking out to the dining pavilion. he hadn't realized his demanding stomach until now.

before he could walk inside, a smooth, but loud voice sounded through the air. he stopped in his tracks, and slowly turned around with a smile on his face. immediately he recognized the caller. "i can hear you just fine without you waking half of long island," he muttered, waiting for a jogging elijah to join him.

"how excited are you for capture the flag?" he said sarcastically, shoving his hands inside his pockets. it was quite clear that he did not approve of the game, no matter how fun it sounded to others. it was childish, and everyone should already now that the red team was going to win.