juniper||female||'19'||hunter of artemis||tags;; none
The wood nymph hardly slept at night- due to the act that she was both a nymph and a Hunter with Artemis' Blessing, she hardly required sleep. As soon as the sun began rising over the camp, she was up and about the cabin. However, simply being in the cabin of her Lady Artemis sent shivers down her spine. According to most campers, this cabin was simply honorary, but was accepted for use by Hunters whenever they came by the camp- which wasn't often. After receiving orders from her Lady to remain at camp and give regular updates to the Goddess, she had been more then happy to abide in the cabin. However... Being around all these... Male demigods sent her lip curling in disgust. And it didn't help that the satyrs were constantly bothering her- as she was a nymph- apparently the object of their infatuation. Shaking off such disgusting thoughts, the nymph quickly dressed herself in her usual clothes. The silvery garb of a Hunter- even if the beautiful bodice that Artemis herself had presented Juniper with had been replaced with the tacky, bright orange T-shirt of the camp. "Stupid camp," she growled lightly under her breath, shoving a hand through her long, light brown hair, "they even forced Aia to sleep outside the cabin." Speaking of her glowing white companion, as soon as Juniper stepped foot out of the barren cabin, the snowy white wolf was on her paws and standing at attention. "Yes, good morning, Aia." She purred fondly to the she-wolf.
jacob rhodes||male||17||son of athena||tags;; none
Slowly rolling into consciousness, the long-limbed child of Athena slowly sat up in his bunk, gray eyes sleepy and an extreme case of bed-head. "My body is not ready." He murmured sleepily, a wide yawn stretching his cheeks. A loud groan emanating from his mouth, Jacob rolled from his bunk and quickly shuffled through his clothes. Deftly stripping his shirt, he pulled the bright orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt over his head and quickly pulled on a pair of gray sweat pants and slipping on his sneakers. "Still not ready." He sighed regretfully, already dreading the tedious day ahead. "Might as well get it over with," he grumbled, stretching his long, thin arms over his head before shuffling from the cabin. "Who's gonna get me some breakfast?" He called out to the bustling camp, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Once, he'd asked a nymph politely- and she'd gotten him a doughnut, which honestly amazed him. Although, he doubted that trick would work a second time.