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located in Camp Athens, a part of Camp Athens II, one of the many universes on RPG.

Camp Athens

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor
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andromeda bolton
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Andy stood in front of her mirror, her fingers running over the field of purple and blue that plagued the left side of her ribcage. She sighed. Scrapes bruises and whatever else covered a majority her body from the neck down. She tested their tenderness with her fingertips, wincing slightly at the pressure on her side.

Andy had been spending all her time since the war breathing, eating and sleeping her training. It kept her mind busy, and focused. Regardless if they won the war, that couldn't be the end. Demigods always had a target on their heads, and she refused to have anyone taken from her like her brother was. But the training wasn't all beneficial... She was almost constantly covered in scrapes and bruises, and it was beginning to take a toll on her.

She rested her hands on the edge of the sink with a sigh. She wasn't wanting to go to this party, it wouldn't be the same. But, if she didn't go, she knew Trinity or Ajax would be at her door in no time. Andy's gaze drifted over her bruises once again before walking over to her closet. It took her nearly half of her wardrobe before finding an outfit that covered the purple marks on her skin perfectly.

Andy started to make her way out of her cabin, stopping in the doorway when she realized she forgot something. She hurried back inside, grabbing her locket. She put it over her head as she walked her way through the woods towards the bonfire. As she neared the sounds of music, seeing the warm glow between the tree, her gaze drifted to the beach where she saw a figure lingering away from the party that had barely started.

Instead of walking towards the party, she instead walked towards the beach. As Andy got closer, she noticed it was Mason. She stopped a few feet behind him, crossing her arms over her chest as she saw him light up. "If you die from lung cancer... I'll find a way into the underworld and kick your ass myself." She slowly stepped closer, crouching down behind him. Her hands moving to rest on his shoulders. She sighed softly, resting her chin on the top of his head. "They know we miss them, Mason."

Andy leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him in a gentle hug. "Plus, if they saw us being party poopers... They'll come back from the dead to drag us to the party themselves." She smiled softly, then quickly snagged away his cigarette and chucked it into the water. "Oops," she laughed before standing up. Andy then moved in front of him, holding out her hand. "Come on."




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Wes took the empty right sleeve of his shirt and sweater, stuffing it inside the torso of his shirt. There isn't many ways to wear an empty sleeve of a shirt. Leave it dangling looks weird, so that's not an option. Knot the end... Or tuck it in. That's what he went with. He knew some of the new campers still start at him like he's fragile. Might as well just have it right in their face that he's only got one arm.

After wrapping a scarf around his neck and putting on a beanie, Wes checked his appearance in the mirror one last time. He looked alright, that was good enough. He contemplated a leather jacket, but he hasn't had the heart to cut off the right sleeves just yet. It's too soon, and his jackets are good leather. He adjusted his beanie and scarf over and over. Wes couldn't put a finger on why the party made him nervous. He'd been to multiple since he came to camp. It had nothing to with his arm, or the new campers.

Wes sighed, smiling at his own stupidity. It was Trinity. It always was Trinity. He pursed his lips, heading out of his cabin before he second guessed his appearance again. His left hand was tucked in his jean pocket as she trudged his way through the trees. Before he realized it, he wasn't at the party but at the bottom of the stairs leading up to Trinity's cabin. He thought about leaving. But what if she saw him? He could just run into her at the party... Or, just walk there with her.

He probably pivoted back and forth like four times before forcing himself to walk up the steps. Wes knocked on the door. "Hey Trin, how about escorting a one-armed loser to a party? For old times sake." He leaned against the door frame, waiting patiently.




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Sloane sat in the window seat, turning the page in her book to a new chapter. It was then that she heard the door to her cabin open without a knock. She sighed, knowing full well that it was Sylas and his lack for personal space. Instead of getting up to meet him or anything else, she kept her gaze on her book. She's much rather continue to read about the Trojan War rather than deal with her brother.

"Why won't you just stay in a cabin with me?" Sylas asked, propping himself in her doorway.

Sloane sighed, turning the page but not even sparing him a look. "Because we're not five."

Sylas sighed, slipping his hands into the pockets of his pants. "You going to this party..."

"Is that a question or a demand?" Sloane closed her book, holding her place with her index finger.

"Does it matter?" He stared at her, waiting for an answer. Sylas tapped his knuckles against the wall.

Sloane sighed, patting her book against her lap. "No."

Sylas walked over to Sloane, taking the book from her lap. He looked over the cover with a scoff, tossing it backwards onto her bed. "We've been here how long? And you've done nothing." Sloane pursed her lips, crossing her arms over her lap finally looking towards her brother.

"You're going." Sylas reaches his hand out, brushing away a loose lock of hair. "I have some prospects that need your... special touch. So, I will see you there." He leans forward, pressing his lips to Sloane's forehead. "Wear something nice. You need to turn heads." With that, Sylas stood up and made his way out of her cabin.

He strutted his way down the paths towards the beach. Sylas was in no particular hurry, instead watching the other campers run and scurry around him towards the party. He watched them all intently, taking in their emotions, making a list. Who was worth his time, who wasn't... The camp was like his own little toy box with so many things at his disposal, it was hard for him to choose want to pursue first. A party is the best place to start slowly extending his tendrils out, testing the waters and starting his work... Especially with Sloane there.

Sylas finally reached the beach, looking around at the small group of campers that have already began congregating around the bonfire. Not many, but he was early. He made his way over to the food and drinks, grabbing himself a beer. He popped it open, taking a drink as he watched others arrive. This was going to be fun.

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Sloane paced around her room for the better part of ten minutes trying to decide if it was really worth the effort, going to this dumb party. She wasn't a partier by any means. And honestly, a party was the last place she wanted to be. But if she knew Sylas, and she did, he'd show up at her door the second he realized she wasn't going there. Which would only make her life more complicated than trying to be invisible around a bunch of immature demigods.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, with a sigh. Sloane threw open the doors to her closet, fingering through her clothes. Wear something nice. She scoffed to herself, pulling out the first outfit she found. It didn't take her long to get dressed, hoping that what she was wearing would help be ignored rather than draw attention to herself. Before leaving her cabin, she grabbed her book from her bed, sighing when she noticed that Sylas folded some of the pages. She cursed under her breath, slipping it into her bag.

Sloane, checked her reflection one last time before heading out her front door and down the steps. She adjusted her bag on her shoulder as she walked slowly towards the beach. She was in no rush to get there, and wouldn't mind if it took her the whole night to walk there. So, instead of rushing to please her brother, she pulled out her book, picking up where she left off, reading while she walked.