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xxxC H E R I S E x B O Y S E
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx• x archer x • x protector x • x saint x •

"You can bring the people around you up, or you can bring them down."
- Cherise Boyse

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n i c k n a m e s x // x Cher , Cherry (Misreading of name)

a g e x // x20

g e n d e r x // xfemale

s e x u a l i t y x // xheterosexual

o r i g i n x // xcalifornia

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

p a r e n t a g e x // xapollo

D E C O R U S

h e i g h t x // x5' 6"

w e i g h t x // x137 lbs

h a i r x // xmidback length, dark chestnut waves. Typically just air dried and loose.

e y e s x // xdark brown

o d d i t i e s x // xterribly calloused palms, various scars - all minor.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xCherise, if she had to describe herself, would say she is classically beautiful with nasty calloused man-hands. There's nothing to really see there but some girl that grew up in California that did a lot of pointless things in life. However, when other people describe her, they talk about her smile, of which is wide and lights up a room. Her prettiest features are actually her eyes and teeth, both seeming to shine brilliantly when her soft coral lips break out into one of her endearing smiles. It's because she is always smiling that she is relatively easy on the eyes.

She loves to dress up, but keep it casual and playful at the same time. A little brightness never hurt anyone! Or a lot, in her case. Dark hues don't suit her much and kind of drown out her skin tone, and they don't fit her mood. She keeps her hair long and loose, allowing the air to dry it and for her waves to take their place. Overall, she prefers frilly dresses and adorable little outfits that make her happy to look at herself. She is womanly and soft with hints of musculature in her legs and arms reminiscent of hard labor and athleticism. She is not Ares child fit, but she definitely holds her physical self to high standards.

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I N G E N I U M
xxxxxxxxxxxx• x a b i l i t y x • x \ ə - ˈ b i - l ə - t ē \ x •

h e a l i n g x // x While it is a bit on the tiring side, Cherise can heal minor injuries and up to even insignificant ailments like colds or the flu.

l i g h t x m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x She can cause a blinding flash or summon a powerful beam to use as a light attack. She is still exploring the depth of this ability.

m a r k s m a n x // x She just doesn't miss her target, and she is deadly with a bow and arrow in hand.

F O R T I T U D O
xxxxxxxxxxxx• x s t r e n g t h x • x \ ˈ s t r e ŋ ( k ) t h \ x •

n u r t u r e r x // x She has a maternal soul, she swears.

d e v o t e d x // x Once a friend, always a friend-- through thick and thin, in life and death.

c h a r i s m a t i c x // x Can you really say "no" to that smile?

I N F I R M I T A T E
xxxxxxxxxxxx• x w e a k n e s s x • x \ ˈ w ē k - n ə s \ x •

j e a l o u s y x // x She has been known to have issues with this, whether it is over a boy over material things.

k i n d n e s s x // x Kindness is just as much a crutch as it is a good thing.

d a y d r e a m e r x // x She can really get caught up in her own little world and tune everything else out.

M E T U M
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c o n f r o n t a t i o n x // x She's really sweet, so being confronted is not something she's eager for. As much as she likes to put on her brave face, she really just wants to be loved by everyone.

e n e m i e s x // x Enemies mean that she disappointed someone, and that scares her because it usually means she did something that she didn't mean to do. She probably doesn't even know she did it.

l o s s x // x She fears any kind of loss; herself, friends, loved ones - it doesn't matter. Everything and everyone in her life means something to her, and she'd like to keep it all.

She is impossibly kind, and maybe even to the point of cloyingly so. There's nothing about life that she simply doesn't love, and she loves living it-- living it with others, too. She is always surrounded by people, whether they are friends or if she just started some random conversation somewhere with someone. She has a genuine desire to be liked by others, and to help others that can't always help themselves. Thus, her nurturing soul; maternal and warm to those in need, she is a caregiver of sorts in some instances. She has wonderful bedside manners in terms of healing, and utterly devoted to her friends regardless of what may transpire between them. She's hard to displease, but it is not impossible.

It isn't that other people can hurt her, it's simply that she draws up this entire daydream only for most of it to fall to pieces at her feet. She's so friendly that when others are not the same, it can be kind of disheartening. However, she tries not to get too upset by it. She can begin to feel jealous, though, and that is her biggest and heaviest negative emotion. Jealousy can sometimes drive her kindness if she is not careful, and it can also make her more sweet than usually - overly so, scarily so. It can be downright creepy and stalker-like. If jealousy is borne of material things, she will seek ways to obtain it. If it is borne of self-reflection, she will find a way to change it. If it is a man, she might stalk him. A friend, she might try to get in their way hoping that they will eventually befriend her. While this is all a rarity, when the green-eyed monster strikes, the outcome is always unfavorable.

Her protective nature stems from having to deal with her step-father, of whom was an abusive figure in her life. Cherise has always been scared of him, but she was forced to stand up to him often. She feels the same way when she is defending other: brave on the outside but trembling on the inside. Maybe it makes her stupid, she doesn't know. She believes that she has a duty to those that couldn't stand up for themselves; someone that she needed when she was younger and more vulnerable. She sees herself in others, and the urge to change it just takes over the fear of confrontation. Until she is alone - then she can worry about the latter.

H I S T O R I A R U M

Being Reworked.

h e x c o d e x // x #fa8072 x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x Crystal Reed x // x c r e a t o r x // x * * * x // x c s x // x Scar.-

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Cherise Boyse's Story

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#2019-09-17 10:27:06, as written by SparxALot

Hephaestus | HEX:#780707 | Outfit

As he escourted Liv to a pegasus in silence, she broke off and seemed to be whispering something to the horse. Strange behaviour had to be somewhat expected in a camp full of demigods so he waited back as if it were a privvy conversation. Once it concluded with Liv and the horse straightening, Duke lifted Liv on the back and climbed on, shuffling forward to assure plenty of room for the daughter of Poseidon.

She placed her chin on his shoulder and spoke to him during flight. ”It’s not about respect. It's about… being caught up in this millennia-old game that our parents have been playing with each other. It's about not being used. Maybe even about not falling into the same traps. If I were down there, I wouldn't want to be judged because of my godly parent."

Duke turned to face her as she pulled away. "I don't think they see it like that."

He didn't get the chance to explain further as she said to hold on tight and the horse lowered down by the ocean. Shit. Automatically Duke's grip tightened on the mane, ready to redirect the horse. Liv was moving around behind him and he paid a confused glance or two over his shoulder before she dove in. For a moment he looked at her diving space expecting her to surface and flag him down but he reminded himself she was a daughter of the sea and willingly dived.

He landed without a passenger which probably wasn't a good look to anyone that saw him pair with Liv. He climbed off with a huff patting the creature once, grateful that it hadn't thrown him overboard or diverted course. He walked to his cabin briskly. Duke had earned some rest and sleep.

Hades | HEX: #05105E | Outfit

Apparently the girl wasn't used to being a first to anyone and if he cared a little more, he would have assured her she had her perks.

"You say that as if your presence is usually intolerable."

Mason smiled a little. "I'm top three of most intolerable in camp." Because even when he was approached by the odd camper or two, he had an attitude that chased them away. It's just the way he was. He couldn't help but let the coldness in his heart show.

"You don't have to be so polite," she said. She stood like a statue for some time and Mason thought her preference clear. "I just wish to avoid Sylas for as long as possible. And if you want to be alone, I understand," she answered finally.

In honesty it probably was for the best that he headed his way and she heads her own. "If you say so," he shrugged and nodded. Just as he got a step or two away, she spoke again.

"Aren't the two of you... a thing?" Mason frowned, prepared to ask for context but when he saw the big guy and Eve, he drew the lines.

Mason narrowed his eyes on small brunette. Eve and he didn't play discreet but he didn't think they particularly drew attention to themselves either. He glanced between the pair on the horse and her, tongue pressed to his cheek. "Sloane, right?" He wanted to be sure that was her name since they'd never officially met and gone through all those formalities. "How long have you been playing fly on the wall?" Mason didn't really care for her answer or retaliation so he waved it off. "Let's say it's complicated."

"I can go take Liam off her hands, if you wish to talk with her. I doubt my presence with you would make her jealous. I'm not the type of person that other women are jealous of," she said.

Mason rose a brow and looked her over. Sure her dress looked like it belonged on a fashionable older woman but Sloane wasn't ugly. Actually she could have snuck in as one of his top 4. He appreciated the offer too, more so if he actually cared about Eve. "Don't undersell yourself. But if you want to take Liam off her hands for the sake of it," Mason nodded in their direction. "I'm not really the jealous type when it comes to our relationship." And the lack of jealousy was exclusive to their relationship.

"Goodnight, Sloane." He headed off. He was in two minds, one to see Andy and another to go direct to his cabin. The latter won. Andy needed some time to cool down and so did he.

Mason pulled his tie off glad to get rid of the foresaken thing. He should have checked the underworld but he didn't want to deal with another problem for the day. Jacket and shirt came off, then he kicked his shoes off.

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He had a ready smile for Cherise, but it dropped when he saw the weapon she was now equipped with. A crossbow. Well it looked like it would be a nervous flight inbound and outbound. Keith rose his hands in surrender hesitantly.

“I call front this time, and maybe a nice upbeat tune. Unless you're waiting on someone, then, well - I can just hop on a flying horse with someone else. I don't want to seem like I am just clinging to the first cute face I see.”

"If you want the front and to pick the music, you can just shotgun you know?" He lowered his hands back on the horse. Then he picked up on some other certain words she said. "Cute face? Thank...thank you." Keith wanted to say her face was cute too but he wasn't good at the whole compliment business. Especially as the timing would have made it sound forced. Okay snap out of it. She probably meant nothing of it.

Keith hovered his hands out to lift her. "May I?" When Cherise was on, Keith clambered on behind her. He couldn't hug her as tight as he wanted on the rollercoaster with the crossbow in the way, so it was indeed bound to be a nervous flight back to camp as well. Before they took off, Keith brushed aside her hair softly to expose an ear and gently placed the earbud in, then handed her his music to pick a song and readied an earbud in his own ear.

He was relying heavily on company and music to distract him from the fear of falling and on uncertain angles, he would tighten his grip around her. Despite nerves etc, he did believe they made it to Camp in one piece. Being too eager to dismount, he stumbled a little, but other than that, they were dandy. "Made it again, woo." He went for the high five again before realizing he hadn't helped her down yet. "Sorry." He grinned and held out a hand for her.

"I think I'm developing a phobia of crossbows," he confessed uneasily. "You're not gonna live with that thing attached to your back, right?" That might have caused some friction in their developing relationship. A lovely girl with a crossbow was a real mixed message. The camp was already loaded with nasty, feisty and fighting demigods, she didn't have to add to those numbers.

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#2019-09-18 08:58:44, as written by mombie

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"God, you're ever so charming. I'm sure you'll find something fun to do." she tells him, and he takes this as a compliment. There was this smug little grin on his lips because this gal was stroking his ego - and he has a relatively large ego that required daily care. No innuendo intended unless you wanted to think of it that way. Eve effortlessly dipped back into being flirtatious, and he wasn't about to be that guy that was going to not drink it all up. In fact, those blue-green eyes were pinned to the obviously plump flesh she chose to flaunt so selflessly for all of his observational needs.

He could have put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer, but something was telling him not to. Something was telling him that there needed to be some kind of distance maintained. Something - this shadow hovering in the back of his mind, was begging him to set his testosterone aside and get a grip of himself. So he does not touch her, but he does look. She was offering!

Then there was the laughter that tore away the facade of the vixen and placed her in a different persona for a moment. This one was slightly less interested and a touch goofier, which made all that blood rushing to unmentionable places retreat. Or did it? Maybe not, but it was undoubtedly confusing on both the hormonal and emotional level. "I mean, there's swimming, horse riding, nature hikes, making friendship bracelets. You're going to have a great time here," she responds to his inquiries in what he is sure is in jest.

Though Liam making friendship bracelets would be a hilarious sight.

"Being serious for a moment, you should really check on Trin. I mean, after what Theo said Wes did…"

His brows furrowed; that gaze crawling over her expectantly. He didn't know Trinity that well, but she is family to him. Just as his mind began to race with all the possibilities of what can be done to physically harm this Wes, Sloane's words whisper softly to him. Not that he can hear them in as much as they were this ephemeral thing that crawled from the recess of his mind and tamed those blindly violent thoughts to being open to reason. For a lack of a better phrase, his mind heard them. As he stared at Eve, confusion settled into his features, a hand reached up, and fingers scratched at the stubble along his jaw.

"Don't worry your pretty little head, lass, I will take care of this Wes guy. Thanks for the warning," he said finally, and before he could say anything else, the blond began to scurry away. He leaned a bit to the right to watch her rear-end, as she no doubts expected of him.

He found himself shouting, "Hey, wait! Don't you want to come to my cabin and -" He did this thing where his fingers tensed up like claws right under his chin, and he sort of growled. Why are women so fucking confusing? One minute they are flirting, the next they are leaving - it's a horrible game to play with a man as brutally honest about what he wants.

By the time Eve departed, he looked to the side and - SHIT there was a Sloane in hearing range. She must have heard everything! The man stammered because, for some reason, this dainty little thing unmanned him, "I was going to say - to make friendship bracelets." Of course, without all of the other context, it was just an out of place comment. He points in the general direction that Eve had bounced off to, but it was the wrong way.

This was all going wrong.

"I mean, we can make friendship bracelets, too. I would make friendship bracelets with anyone. Even a guy! I mean, we could have a bracelet making party in my cabin." Oh gods, he was never going to shut up, was he? What was wrong with him? Women were of no problem to Liam. He had always been confident. He didn't know how to stutter or stumble over his words because he just knew he was wanted. But now that he is staring down at her, it is like he left his body and he's having this ethereal experience of looking down at a dweeb trying to talk to a woman. He is that dweeb.

His eyes fix, not her body, but her eyes. They were like dark liquid; secretive and kind of ominous if one really delved into them. Brown eyes were kind of like that, Liam found. They were married with complementary hues - yellow, gold. He wasn't sure what to make of them. If he weren't a manly man, maybe he'd confess to finding them as disturbing as they are enthralling.

In that moment of silence, which probably looked like awkward gawking to her, he had forgotten that he meant to ask for the two names from earlier. Instead, he cleared his throat and spoke. This time, it wasn't just a bunch of vomit spewing from his addled brain and out his stupid mouth, "Can I walk you to your cabin?" After all, the day was beginning to settle down. From what little he saw during the trial, demigods were a hair away from turning against one another.

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Before the Pegasus took off, Cherise perused his music collection with a series of hmms and oh's. She would have moved her crossbow for him, of course, as to not cause him much injury. However, the thing was a tad bulky even if it was of a slender build. By the time she had settled on the song, she hadn't been able to shuffle to it in time before the winged horse takes off. That caused her to grip the device for dear life, thus the song playing ending up being "New Rules' by Dua Lipa," which she would totally sing the lyrics as they flew and maybe even bounce around a bit in that sort of dance one does in a car.

She's just that kind of gal - the one that dances in a car, or in this case, on a flying horse. Cherise seemed like a genuinely happy person, but it was maybe too comfortable on her that it could make anyone question what it was about life that was so joyous.

The ride was over in a short time, and she took his hand and slid off. Reaching for the earbud in her ear, she plucked it out and offered it to him. "I think I'm developing a phobia of crossbows," he confessing, moving on to question her. "You're not gonna live with that thing attached to your back, right?"

Once he has his earbud, she retracts her hand, and the smile faded from her lips. Her eyes averted to the sand that her heels sunk into. She just sort of stared at it all for a second. Since the moment he bumped into her, or she into him, it seemed he had been waiting for something horrible to happen. Even worse, for her to do something terrible to him. Something that she never gave him any reason to believe. Something someone else gave him a reason to believe. It wasn't that she faulted him, but it still felt awkward that he's implying that the weapon was in the hands of someone that shouldn't have it. That only the bad guys could have them.

One of her hands rub at her arms, and after she gives things a moment or two to come into clear thought, she takes in a deep breath, looks up and him, and smiles gently. Her tone is soft and warm, as though trying her best to be reassuring and soothing. At the same time, she couldn't tell him lies. She wasn't going to paint the picture of this sweetly smiling girl that didn't have a bone in her body dedicated to survival.

"I - um, I think you and I have some kind of chemistry. Whether it's friendly, or..." she opens, letting that trail off into the unknown. "We just met, but I like you, Keith. I want to be friends, but that means you have to be friends with more than just my sunshine." A sigh fell from her lips, her gaze venturing over her shoulder at the calm waters behind them. Other Pegasuses were dropping off their passengers, demigods were walking this way and that way. "I'm a daughter of Apollo, and I've studied and practiced archery all my life. I don't know why, but rich people love archery. I'm really good at it. If I were going to use it to kill someone, I would have done that a long time ago to someone that really hurt me badly. I didn't because that's not the kind of person I am."

She tilted her head to the side, making sure that he was listening to her - looking for signs that he understood her. "I'm a healer, first and foremost. I have some other manipulation, but I don't even know where to start with that one. When my father told me I would be coming here, I decided to bring my bows with me. I'm a good person that knows the worst things happen to the most vulnerable people. I guess I just want to be able to be that person that I wish I had to help me when I was vulnerable to someone else. Sometimes that means that the good guys have to have the big guns. Or in this case, the big bows."

She paused so that he could get a word or two in if he needed to, or not. She'd continue anyway, "I think, Keith, that you need to trust someone. You can't spend your whole life believing that everyone you meet is going to attack you. There are good people. We are never going to truly know anyone, but you can take the risk - compact bow and all, and get to know me. Maybe I can even teach you some archery." By this time, she's walking backward toward the woods and the cabins.

"I'll see you later," she waves at him, turning away to head to her cabin.

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#2019-09-23 17:16:58, as written by SparxALot

Hades | HEX: #05105E | Outfit

She went on about a pillow fight which she should have saved for a lesbian lover , and seven minutes in heaven which would probably come soon enough in camp. His physical reaction was a roll of his eyes.

“You know, I admire your restraint.” That surprised him. “Pete’s been a major tosser lately, but if someone hurt him, I’d ripping their fucking head off. Well- I’d make someone else do it cause I’m not some hot-headed idiot. And we both know people like me and you wouldn’t get some bullshit trial like Alex.”

Mason nodded along. "Who would you get to do your dirty work then?" She probably didn't think about it beyond just getting someone else to do it. Unless she was talking literally ripping their head off, then that deducted it to one of Ares's kids.

There was hardly time for him to care about her answer. “Now, are you planning on putting a top on?” she said, placing her hands on his thighs and kissing his jaw. He smirked a little to himself. “Or is that just one less thing to take off later?”

Mason drew her in, cupping the back of her head and kissing her, prying her lips open with his own. He then pulled her on top of him, helping her straddle his lap. "You're not a virgin are you, princess?" he taunted and slipped his hand under her clothes, before grabbing the hem of the material and peeling it all away. Mason laid a kiss or two on her exposed body then returned to her mouth. He gradually shifted on top of her. Poor girl would have to deal with couch sex.

As much of a bitch she was, the girl had a great body. He knew that with her clothes on but naked was much better. During sex it was easy to relish in. Plus, she wasn't nutty or clingy, expecting a commitment from him. Mason caught his breath. "Alright, time for you to leave." There were no nice ways to say it to a girl you just screwed. But Mason gave her the full brief in the beginning, "no sleepovers". He got up, pulling on some boxers and helped her collect her items of clothing, but any more compliments or generosity for the day and he'd make himself sick, even if it was in order to get her out faster. Mason escorted her right to the door, giving her a last look over. "See you." Feeling satisfied for the night, thanks to a little fix of blonde minx, he blew her a kiss and closed the door after her. If he weren't tired he'd a suggest a round two, but he waited a while before dosing off to sleep.

Mason yawned and stretched out to face another crappy day. He didn't get out of bed right away seeing as the day promised nothing but a shit storm. He reluctantly got changed in order to try beat peak hour at the hall and eat his substance before it was littered with demigods. Still, his mind was in another space, trying to imagine what he'd do if a Valis came in first or what happened last night at the trial. Stupid. And what if he saw Andy? He felt dirty again, not even able to touch more than a mouthful of food.

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Cherise looked slightly uncomfortable before a gentle smile finally graced her features and she began talking again. "I - um, I think you and I have some kind of chemistry. Whether it's friendly, or..." Keith frowned, unsure of where she was going or what it had to do with her beloved crossbow. "We just met, but I like you, Keith. I want to be friends, but that means you have to be friends with more than just my sunshine."

Oh. Had he offended her accidentally? He didn't mean to and he didn't want to give the impression he used her company for sunshine purposes only. "I..I'm fully aware a person isn't one dimensional," he began in defence, though her eyes were elsewhere.

"I'm a daughter of Apollo, and I've studied and practiced archery all my life. I don't know why, but rich people love archery. I'm really good at it. If I were going to use it to kill someone, I would have done that a long time ago to someone that really hurt me badly. I didn't because that's not the kind of person I am."

Keith nodded, returning to his frowning state. He supposed there was some assurance in the fact that she could have killed this 'someone' that hurt her but didn't. "I'm sorry," he offered quietly. Sorry to hear that someone had harmed her in the first place and that he had insulted her character.

"I'm a healer, first and foremost. I have some other manipulation, but I don't even know where to start with that one. When my father told me I would be coming here, I decided to bring my bows with me. I'm a good person that knows the worst things happen to the most vulnerable people. I guess I just want to be able to be that person that I wish I had to help me when I was vulnerable to someone else. Sometimes that means that the good guys have to have the big guns. Or in this case, the big bows." His own experiences were hurdles - no big brick walls, but he had to get through it otherwise he was going to self-sabotage any decent relationship he could get. And the good guys were completely entitled to bring their own weapons to retaliate with.

Her pause and eyes seemed to be an invitation for him to speak up and he did. "I have no doubt you're a woman of many talents and crossbows don't trigger themselves. I'm just used to...-" He huffed out. No matter what he said his words wouldn't come out in the right way. "Everybody here trains to use their powers or other gifts against others. So, it's what I'm accustomed to." Keith shrugged, his eyes suddenly fascinated in the sand. Cherise didn't deserve such a category as everybody else and Keith realised that but bad intentions could lurk in others and she could become the weapon.

"I think, Keith, that you need to trust someone. You can't spend your whole life believing that everyone you meet is going to attack you. There are good people. We are never going to truly know anyone, but you can take the risk - compact bow and all, and get to know me. Maybe I can even teach you some archery." Keith pulled a sorry excuse for a smile as Cherise backed away, leaving him in his own company and thoughts to dwell. "I'll see you later." She waved and spun around, gradually disappearing from vision.

With all said and done, Keith sighed and put his hands on his hips and hung his head down. "I really don't like bows," he said to himself as if his problem was with the singular weapon and not lack of trust.

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Sleep wasn't all the peaceful being riddled with what Hecate said then Cherise. Keith took himself to the hall, travelling on autopilot. Once inside, he caught sight of the red hair meaning help. Keith rushed over as if he had other people to race to Evelyn's table. He sat across from her, scooting as close as he could. "Evelyn, hi. I was wondering...um...first that you look nice today and how you're doing?" Keith asked, before the real rushed blabbering came out in a hushed voice, "Then I was wondering if you could maybe...sort of help me out. I've been told to bury deep and have words with people from last year but I...don't know where to start. I want help figuring out what's wrong with me, but I don't know where to begin. I'm lost," he confessed. Lost in so many ways.

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#2019-09-24 22:39:49, as written by mombie

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Cherise typically woke around that time no one else would even think to call a morning. By the time she fed herself something quick and easy - an instant packet of oats - pulled herself into a sports bra and pants, and tugged on her running shoes, the sun was just barely cracking through the darkness.

With earbuds in, she left the confines of her cabin and proceeded to get her early morning run out of the way. The first path she took was unbeaten; a rarely traveled space through the trees where she crunched the twig-laden ground noisily, caught a glimpse of some early rising fauna and the freshly rising sun. She had only been here for a day and a half, but part of settling in had been to scope out the places of the camp that were passive and refreshing to run through. After all, the last thing she needed was to see other demigods before her first sip of coffee, and even worse - before she could put on some make-up and actually brush that mop she called hair.

This path would take her for miles, and she was already reaping the benefits of a solitary run. It washed away the nightly terror of having to close her eyes and be reminded of the life she was trying to leave behind.

She'd stand someplace, a clearing that overlooked the beach, with her hands on her hips. Cherise breathed in the crisp of saline air, smiled, and turned right around to go back. This time, she'd make the jog to the hall to grab an actual meal, given all of the time that has gone by. Maybe an hour and a half, at most. She led herself back to the path of the cabins, now running through them. Her head looked this way and that, observing who was coming and who was leaving. There was probably honestly not much to see at this point and time - it was still much too early to think about being alive.

A cabin catches her eyes, and she brings herself to a slow stop. One of her hands reaches up so that fingers could pluck one of her earbuds out as if she needed to hear something before approaching. Her brows knit curiously together because the cautious walk up the porch stairs painted the picture of something gone wrong. A door was clinging to its hinged, and it was obvious that something had gone awry at some point. It was still slightly ajar, but as she brushes a hand over the other arm, she remembers what Keith told her about Demigods using their training against their peers.

It was Sylas' cabin. Not that she knew it.

She stepped up to the door, pushing it open just enough to not break it any more than it had been. She didn't know who lived here, and something about this cabin gave her the creeps. Maybe it was just the sinister air that the unknown gave off; a chill that bristled the hair at the back of her neck. But this was what she was here for - to help others, and maybe someone inside needed that help.

"H-hello?" Her voice just barely parts the silent space as her head pokes in a little bit. Both of her hands clung to the door, her body still outside as though whatever was inside might come at her. "I was just -" she began, her soft tones cracking the more nervous she became. But Cherise could be brave. Fake it till you make it, she always tells herself. So she gave her voice a little more umph, and called out, "Does someone in here need any help? It's, um, Cherise. Apollo's daughter." Not that anyone knew who she was with the exception of Keith, Liam, and Liv. She was aware of Liam only because he liked to stare at her when she jogged past his cabin - the pervert.

Then she stepped fully inside. More like inched her way in. Something was trying to tell her that maybe going inside wasn't the greatest idea, but she's also compelled by the thought that there may be someone in need.

"Maybe no one's home," she told herself, not daring to venture any farther into someone else's space. She turns around to head back out, still just as confused as when she entered.

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Liam's night was not unlike Sloane's own. It ws restless and uncertain. By the time he woke up, it was fresh off of maybe after just having fallen asleep an hour or two ago. It was one part the couch being a touch too small for him, and another part a woman lying in his bed in fear and tears. His cabin's energy was intense, and the emotions came from the two of them all at once. Even the dog felt it.

He rose from his half on the couch and half on the floor state and moved to get his dog some food. He bent over to pick up the bowl and tiredly opened a can to scoop it out. As he poured the food into the basin, he brought the back of another palm up to stifle a weary yawn. He set the food down, cracked open his front door so the pup could go on its own recognizance, and stepped out himself.

And just in time to see Cherise run by with her sports bra all bouncy and whatnot, too. One good thing. He scoffed as she covered up her chest and gave him the middle finger. Classy lady. He just gave her a lecherous smug grin, but she wasn't his type - too happy. Even nice breasts couldn't make up for her intolerably jovial personality.

Oh, but Sloane - right. Not that she was his type, either, but she's here in his cabin and he never even had the decency to make sure she wasn't injured. Hell, he didn't recall noticing because he was so angry. He could have killed that fucker, and next time he just might. Just before he turned to head back inside, he noticed that the Apollo girl stopped short of Sylas' cabin. He should probably tell her not to go in there, but she's too far away to shout at.

She'd be okay. Cherise didn't have a punchable face or personality, but he does make a note of it. Just in case.

He finally went back into his cabin and walked toward the hallway, stopping short of actually continuing. He could hear her shuffling about in there, which meant that she was likely awake. She probably didn't get herself much rest at all, and he didn't blame her.

He knocked at the door once he approached, giving Sloane an opportunity to make herself decent if she wasn't already. He'd enter only when she told him that it was fine, or if she said nothing at all - well, he warned her with plenty of time.

He sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched slightly, and both hands dangling crisscrossed at the wrists over his spread out thighs. His shoes tapped the ground, and there was silence for a second or two. He didn't look exactly at her, maybe it was just a little bit of shame. He couldn't remember the last time he looked like a monster, and he has seen himself in a state of rage before. He may not have noticed her wounds, but he did notice that she looked terrified back at her own cabin, and an inkling of his mind thought that it was in part due to him.

However, he did look over his shoulders just enough to snare her figure in his peripheral vision, "How are you doing?" he asked, even though there had been another question at the tip of his tongue. A serious one, at that.

He was still in the same clothes from yesterday; disheveled and in desperate need of the shower calling his name nearby.

"Do you have friends to stay with?" He then inquired, believing that he wasn't the best alternative to other peers. He was better than Sylas, but he was aware that he lacked a lot of things that made him intolerable to be around, much less live with.

"Not that I am kicking you out, Sloane. You can stay until... you want to leave, I suppose. Your choice. But," his expression and tone took on a slightly comical note, "we are going to have to share the bed because that couch is not having me. It's okay if you are a blanket thief, but I draw the line at snoring and drooling."

He was just a funny guy.

Not really.

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Liv had also awoken sort of early, and like Mason, to beat the horde of malicious Demigods that would soon be stirring and coming up with new ways to piss everyone off. It was of utmost importance that the beginning of her day was not marred by the pessimism and dismay as the end of yesterday had been. Maybe, just maybe she was also trying to avoid Trinity.

After a lot of self-reflection, she realized that it was best to let the camp cannibalize itself while she sits back and does nothing. Life was always more manageable that way. Maybe that's why her father preferred the ocean life - far removed from everyone else's shitty drama. It was like the gods, themselves, were reborn again, and their epic battles were now that of their children. History repeats, or so they say.

She put a book in her hand in hopes that it would inspire fewer people to open up to conversation with her. To make sure that she appeared extra nerdy for the ones that just love to come up and converse regardless of obvious avoidance of the other person, it was Blood Meridian, by Cormac McCarthy. Surely no one would talk to anyone that would read that - if any of these people were smart enough to read anyway.

She grabbed her food while she held her book up to her face with one hand and sat down by herself. Did she notice Mason? Yes. However, after the trial, she was pretty sure he wanted to avoid her as much as she did him. She also saw the new redhead, but since Mason became the object of her attention - well, there goes that.

She was content to sit, read, and eat in peace.

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#2019-09-25 18:20:10, as written by FeistyDeadlySins

Son of Zeus || Hex: Green Outfit: XXX

~Okay Ajax, I'll ride with you, but I won't be able to talk with you until we get back to camp.~ That was fine by him since he needed to go over his own thoughts anyway about the entire trial. Seeing everything his sister had done due to manipulation, and the feeling of not being able to protect her from it in the first place. He blamed himself, yet again.

~Lia is my nickname. So, after you I guess?~

He could tell she was finding it awkward, or that she was feeling anxious about the entire situation he had invited her into, but she would be ago once he had given her the time to warm up to him.

Ajax motioned his head to the horse with a smile. "Ladies first." he carefully took hold of her waist and hoisted her up onto the horse's back before hopping on behind her, before he took the reins and chuckled as he felt her tense up slightly with his arms either side of her. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you, or throw you off mid-flight. I promise. That's only for those who start singing annoying songs." he joked, knowing that she wouldn't be able to with being quiet. It wasn't long before they were back at Camp. The horse executed its landing perfectly before he hopped off and helped Iliana down gently. "See, wasn't so bad was it?" he asked, and gave her shoulder a gentle, comforting rub. "I swear I'm not all Mr.Angry."

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The following day, Ajax woke with the feeling that he hadn't slept that well. The trial still lingering in his head, the feeling of his own girlfriend hating him more than ever, and how everyone was going to be now Alex was free.

There was always going to be tension in the air no matter what, and after yesterday... they needed something normal. Something that could at least allow them to relax for a little while Maybe a beach party like last year? It would be easy to set up. Daniel was the only person, so far, that he knew was enthusiastic about music, or maybe they could set up a cushioned area on the beach, huge fabric screen to watch a horror movie or something like that?

He got out of bed and put on some clean clothes after quickly using the bathroom to wash etc, and headed outside and headed towards the canteen to get some breakfast.

He sat in the far corner by himself, for now, hoping that he wasn't looking unapproachable to those who needed him as the staff announcement came through the speakers. "As soon as you can, head to the staff cabin and vote for the poll that is pinned outside. Movie night and games with drinks and food, or Just a traditional Campfire, music, games, drinks and food." the speakers squeaked slightly as they turned off, and Ajax remained to enjoy his morning cereal of cornflakes. He had voted for the movie night.

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#2019-09-26 17:38:19, as written by mjolnir

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Did Wes get a single moment of rest that night? No, no he didn't. For half of the night he didn't even move from the place he sat when Trinity left. For at least an hour he simply sat there and stared at the wall. Eventually he decided to turn on some music. But it always seemed the songs that make you feel worst were the ones that come on, no matter how many times he skipped them. When the sun finally started to pour into the windows of his cabin, Wes decided to finally get up. He was exhausted but he couldn't handle being alone with his thoughts anymore.

So, he forced himself into a shower. Wes was so lost in his own mind that he nearly stepped under the water with his new mechanical arm still on. He didn't get the chance to ask Duke if it was waterproof or not. But by the looks of the inner workings of his terminator appendage, he'd bet it wasn't. He untied the straps and placed the arm on his bed so there was no chance of water getting on it, then stepped into the shower. The hot water was almost therapeutic and helped him to think straighter, a little at least. And that's when he realized he was so caught up in his own issues yesterday, he didn't even see Alex after the trial.

That revelation snapped Wes out of whatever funk he was in. He quickly finished washing, hopping out of the shower so fast he nearly slipped on the wet floor. Whatever extra time he gave himself by showering quickly he lost when he tried to put his arm back on. That was going to take some practice. But he'd eventually get the hang of it... Maybe. Wes then grabbed the first clean outfit he could find, rushing out of his cabin as he pulled his shirt on over his head. He wasn't much of a runner, so instead he just took long strides as he beelined for the main hall.

Wes weaved his way through the tables, not paying much attention to everyone else who might have been in there. He quickly grabbed a fresh coffee to go and a couple doughnuts. Then he left as quickly as he entered. He hurried back to the woods, heading toward the Valis cabin. Wes didn't bother knocking, instead let himself in quietly, and made his way up to Alex's room. When he reached her room he gently knocked before he opened the door. "Peace offering from a shitty best friend?" he asked as he made his way over to her bed, setting the coffee and doughnuts down on her nightstand.

"I'm sorry I disappeared after the trial. I thought you might have wanted family time... I was kinda lost in my own world." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Trinity and I had a fight. Somehow, someone got it into her head that I invited another girl back to my cabin. So, turns out she doesn't trust me... and I told her I love her." Wes let out a weak laugh as he shrugged his shoulders. There it was in a nutshell. He never kept anything from Alex and he wasn't going to bombard her with all of that yesterday leading up to her trial. But now that she was safe and things could start getting back to normal, he told her.

"So, yesterday was shit. We can agree on that. But!" Wes flopped onto the bed next to Alex. He put his hat on Alex's head and flicked the bill before he propped his head up in his left hand. "I've decided that it is mandatory we have fun today. You have to laugh at least 5 times. No tears unless they are from laughter or joy. And I shall redeem myself from being a horrible friend." He smiled toward her, tilting his head to the side slightly. "What do you say?"

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Sylas sat for a long while on the floor in Sloane's room after she and Liam departed. It was the first time in years that he'd be caught. He felt like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. But it was much worse than that. Now someone other than Sloane saw a glimpse of the person he was... The person he really was. He couldn't help but wonder how much her sister shared with the giant mad man. She wasn't dumb. The son of Hades was a formidable ally, but if any of these truths surfaced, he couldn't imagine himself have many friends, if that's what you could call it.

Sometime had passed before he finally pulled himself to his feet. Sylas could feel his muscles already growing sore. Bruises on his neck were already forming from Liam's grasp, while he, no doubt, had a few broken ribs from being thrown against the wall. Sylas was in shock at what had happened... But more than that, he was angry. Angry that his sister could so easily find his insecurities and unsettle him with words. Angry that some dumb brute was so easily manipulated by his sister. But what he was really angry about, was that he lost.

This made things complicated, far more complicated. Now that Sloane had her protector and as far as he was concerned, that was two people out of his grasp. No doubt his sister used her abilities on Liam, knowing full well that would keep him out of Sylas's grasp. A direct approach was no longer valid and his window of time before people believed her over himself was quickly closing. He began to pace around the living room, his hand clutching his ribs as he thought. He lost the battle but not the war and whatever part of it he thought could be won with brawn or Sloane's help was unobtainable.

No doubt someone as dumb as Liam assumed beating him around would make Sylas hide his wounds, keeping the knowledge of his ass kicking secret. But he wasn't the type to cower, even when he knew he was outmatched... But only physically. That's when it struck him. Sylas wasn't going to hide his bruises or cower. Instead he'd do the opposite of what either of them thought. Sylas would be the victim.

By the time he had reached this conclusion sun light was already shining through the cracks of the broken front door. Sylas didn't bother trying to clean up the cabin, instead leaving it. The state of chaos needed to remain. If he was going to go with this story, the more evidence to support him, the more others would be on his side. He went to his room, deciding to change. Sylas had only managed to put on a fresh pair of pants when he heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the entrance. "H-hello?"

Sylas froze with his sweater in hand. He didn't know who had welcomed themselves inside. Was this the doing of his sister or Liam? Had word already spread of what he did? Or was it something else? "I was just - Does someone in here need any help? It's, um, Cherise. Apollo's daughter."

He peeked his head around the door frame, unable to hear what Cherise said to herself as she turned to leave. Sylas grabbed his shirt from his bed and called out to the girl. "Sorry, I was just getting out of the shower." He walked out into the living room as he slid his arms into his sweater. He went to pull it on over his head, making a little extra show of how sore he was, wincing at the movement. There was enough time, a brief moment that the bruises on his ribs would be visible. It was intentional... all of it. He adjusted his collar bashfully, as if he was trying to hide his other bruises.

"Cherise is it?" he asked, clarifying the name she shared earlier. Sylas then extended his right hand toward her, giving a timid smile. "I'm Sylas." Once he had a hold of her hand, he let his powers flow through their touch. He was the victim. Someone attacked him. "I appreciate your concern." The person who did this must be a monster, hurting an innocent man. Sylas was sure to be subtle, quiet thoughts that anyone who stumbled upon this scene might think. He gave her a sheepish smile as he released her hand. "Sorry to have distracted you from your run. I was just about to go get some breakfast... If you wanted to join." He said each word with a hint of nerves, like he was hiding something, like he wanted to divert the conversation and remove them from his cabin before she asked questions. Like a real victim would act.

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Andy tossed and turned most of the night. She might have fallen asleep for half an hour or so here and there, but most of the night was filled with her staring at the ceiling while her mind raced. Eventually she got fed up with trying. She should have been thankful, that evening instead of her mind being plagued with nightmares from her time in the Underworld, it was other burdens. The struggles of her fighting with her boyfriend or whatever the hell was going on between herself and Mason. But honestly, she would have preferred the nightmares.

She was used to being up before the other campers, that had been her routine now for nearly a year. Andy finally took off her ridiculous dress that she wore to Olympus and had half a mind to throw it away. It wasn't like her to dress to try and impress anyone. And who was she even impressing anyways? It seemed in the span of a single day she went from everything being relatively ok besides her PTSD and absence of a brother... To now half of the people close to her being pissed off at something she did or didn't do.

Thankfully the mornings were her time to clear her mind, just herself and nature. Andy put on athletic clothes that felt much more at home for her compared to a dress. And that day, she was even more of a mood to zone out the world. So, on her way out, she grabbed her phone, tucking it into the waistband of her pants before putting in her earbuds and blasting music. While others might think her playlist would be something from Rocky or other cliche workout scenes from movies, she always preferred serene classical music or instrumental tunes from her favorite movies. With the mindset she was in, it was the soundtrack from Jane Eyre. And she was off.

It didn't take her long to get into her rhythm. She had run this path so many times she could take it with her eyes closed, able to dodge every branch and jump over every root. And at one point she nearly ran into another brunette girl she wasn't familiar with who had a similar idea to her own. If Andy wasn't on such a war path with clearing her mind, she might have stopped and introduced herself, maybe even asked if the girl would want to jog together the next morning. But she wasn't in the right mindset for that. Maybe tomorrow.

Andy hadn't realized where her feet were carrying her at first. Maybe because it was routine, kind of like when someone goes on autopilot driving home and forgets how they actually got there. Because suddenly she stood there, stopped dead in her tracks before the Valis cabin, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Andy's heart sank seeing the familiar place but feeling like a stranger. She looked around almost like a child caught somewhere they shouldn't be before she slowly approached the building. Her feet carried her up the steps and to the front door. Her hand reached out until her fingertips brushed the doorknob... and she froze.

Just go in. But why would her feet not listen? Andy was too damn stubborn for her own good. Stubbornly loyal but even more stubborn when she was pissed off. Her hand finally grabbed the handle and started to turn it when she heard a branch snap in the woods behind. Her head spun around finding Wes approaching with breakfast in hand. Andy's hand fell from the door before she quickly retreated back onto the path. The blissfully ignorant Aphrodite son completely unaware of her presence.

This time, she ran with a purpose and toward a destination. Trinity's cabin wasn't far and it was the one place she'd be safe from judgement or boys. When Andy arrived, she hurried up the steps. She knocked on the door before opening it and peeking her head in. "Knock knock," she said softly when she caught sight of the blonde sitting at the counter. Andy pulled out her earbuds before she entered and closed the door behind her. She took up a seat beside Trinity, resting her arms on the surface in front of her.

Before she could say anything else an announcement rang through the camp. "As soon as you can, head to the staff cabin and vote for the poll that is pinned outside. Movie night and games with drinks and food, or Just a traditional Campfire, music, games, drinks and food."

Andy tapped her hands on the counter. "So, the choices are booze... or popcorn?" she stated more as an observation of the two options. "Is that really a choice?" She was trying to make light of the situation, maybe get some laughs but it felt strained. Neither one of them seemed in the laughing mood. "We could always just stay locked away from the world. Play Mario Kart, eat too much chocolate and cry over boys." She looked over at her friend giving her a weak smile.

Then with a soft sigh, Andy finally turned to face her, placing her hand on Trinity's in a reassuring manner. "Do you want to talk about it?"

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Surprisingly, Sloane dozed off at some point but only to be quickly reawoken at the thought of Sylas lurking around outside the cabin. Maybe it was a nightmare. It seemed that since she arrived at camp, everything was turned on its head. Not that she was missing the days of secrecy, her brother using her like his own personal punching bag or her time hidden away from the world, but it was a lot to be thrown at her all at once. So, it really wasn't any surprise that she slept worse than a new born infant.

Once she heard Liam begin to stir around the cabin, she knew she could get up and move around without fear of waking him. Sloane slowly moved to her feet and went to the door, closing it softly for some privacy as she sifted through her bags. She didn't think about what she'd need to wear when she snatched up her duffle in a rush the previous night. Luckily, she hadn't done much unpacking so there was a fair bit still in the bag but it was her more casual clothes that she rarely wore. It'd have to do.

Thankfully she had a shirt with a high enough collar to cover a majority of the bruising on her neck, so Sloane used that to base the rest of her outfit around. Right after she wiggled into her shorts and fastened them, she heard a knock on the door. She grabbed the cardigan she had laid out and quickly pulled it on so that it hid any bruises she had on her arm. Unfortunately, a split lip wasn't so easily hidden by clothing and she didn't have any makeup in her bag. So, with a sigh and a slight adjustment of her clothing she addressed Liam. "Come in."

He was still dressed in the same clothing he wore the day before and somehow managed to look like he got less sleep than she did. Liam was silent as he crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Sloane waited patiently for him to say whatever he needed to say, leaning back on his dresser, lightly crossing her arms over her chest. "How are you doing?"

Sloane shrugged her shoulders, her fingers toying with the sleeve of her cardigan. "I'm alive," she said, giving a slight smile.

"Do you have friends to stay with?"

If the situation wasn't so serious she might have laughed at the question. It wasn't like Sloane went out of her way to make friends or get to know anyone. Currently, Liam was the closest thing to a friend. She looked down slightly, trying to find a way to answer his question. She was already imposing, so she wasn't surprised he was wondering where she was going to go or stay. But she didn't have an answer.

Liam filled the silence before she could answer, causing her to look over toward him. "Not that I am kicking you out, Sloane. You can stay until... you want to leave, I suppose. Your choice. But we are going to have to share the bed because that couch is not having me. It's okay if you are a blanket thief, but I draw the line at snoring and drooling."

His offer was nice, but part of her felt he was just saying it to be nice... if you could call it that. Liam had pulled himself into a weave of drama he might not want to have been part of. And now he was stuck unwilingly with the burden of Sloane. She tapped the toe of her shoe on the ground, chewing on her bottom lip. Her guilt had been clawing at her all night. At this point, there was only one secret between the two of them, at least on her side and she couldn't keep it to herself anymore. "Liam... I have to tell you something."

Her hands gripped the edge of the dresser as she tried to find the words. "in Olympus... I used my powers on you." Sloane swallowed, daring a glance up at him. She saw the fury he had yesterday and she'd be lying if she wasn't slightly afraid of igniting it. She quickly continued speaking before he had a chance to argue or yell. "I only warned you about people like my brother at camp and gave you strong enough influence to not be manipulated by people with powers like my own. By someone like Sylas." She felt like a monster. Here this guy nearly murdered her brother for laying a hand on her and what did she do for him? "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I knew that the moment my brother saw you he'd do anything to make you his puppet... That scared me. An Ares son under the influence of... Sylas."

Sloane's hands trembled slightly as she began to shove her dirty clothes into the dufflebag. "It should wear off in a couple hours and I will never do it again without your permission." She pulled the bag onto her shoulder and moved toward the bedroom door. "I'll... figure out somewhere else to go." Her voice trailed off before she made her way to the exit. She'd be lucky if he'd ever want to talk to her again after what she did. Sloane wasn't an idiot and someone like Liam, he wouldn't want her staying under his roof. Not now that he knew what she did.

Once outside his cabin, Sloane froze in the middle of the path trying to figure out which way to go. Her hands clutched the strap of her bag as she sighed softly, the tip of her tongue tracing the scabbed over split in her lip. Where in the hell was she going to go?

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#2019-09-27 08:59:42, as written by SparxALot

K E I T HxxM A D D E N
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Evelyn's last tip was to seek help from an older demigod, taking on a more teasing tone when she suggested they could do it together or he could wait for Cherise. He chuckled quietly, looking away modestly before he paid the thought some actual mind. Cherise wasn't here though and he wanted the bandaid off. "I don't want to bring her into all this," he said. "She doesn't know anything about my problems. Aside from my lack of trust in everyone and level of confidence," he admitted. She had happily called him out on that fault last night. Yeah...that was fun. "She's the Daughter of Apollo and I didn't even ask her to heal me, can you believe it?" There was no time to ask for a heal and he didn't think he could manage to ask her for anything regardless.

So the lovely Cherise, as Evelyn said, not himself, was disqualified. Leaving Evelyn and him as detectives. She gave him the whole suspect list, or rather, key witness list making them halfway there. Now he had to casually approach one of the unapproachable.

Then another thought struck. "I believe you have a certain guy you might prefer as company over breakfast, huh? Mr. Scary." He might have been rambling to buy himself some time. Keith wandered off to fetch a piece of fruit for himself and Evelyn and returned. "I did not get friendly vibes from that guy. Sy..Sylas?" It was as if he had the ability to conjure the devil because soon enough, who else should arrive but Sylas. With Cherise.

He shoved the apple in his mouth to hide his jaw hitting the table. Who she kept for company was her business but if Sylas was suddenly the most charismatic guy and biggest lady killer, the camp must have turned upside down. Lady killer was certainly never in the titles for Keith, and Sylas hadn't proven to be evil or anything but the girls could have gone with a more boy next door type guy.

"Good morning, Evelyn, Keith." He jumped a little. Did she come right over to them? Willingly? However, being met by her smile, he couldn't help but mirror the grin. When his eyes dropped slightly, he realized he could observe her stomach and sweat because she was standing there in her....sports bra crop top thing. Nothing was wrong with wearing it, it was decent - it was just workout gear but it was startling to acknowledge her feminine figure. Right there.

Keith opened his mouth to croak out a hi but she had beaten him. "I - uh, need food and... a shower... real clothes that are not these clothes..."

He nodded understandingly then facepalmed. He probably scared the girl by looking at her body then making guilty dog effort not to look at her again. The only way it could have been worse was if he stared. Not that that was much of a margin.

Oh she's back. "Bye," was all she added.

Keith looked up to Cherise and tried to smile, though he was disappointed she didn't want to stay longer. In her short absence, Keith looked between Evelyn and Sylas. No person or circumstance could make him sit and stay with Mr. Intense, who looked a little like hell actually. Beaten up as a matter of fact. "Hey." Yeah, he couldn't do it.

Glancing to Evelyn, he continued, "We'll...we'll get back to that other thing later. Thank you." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cherise near the door. He popped a hurried kiss on Evelyn's cheek. She was like his fairy godmother/angel counsellor and it's how Keith...never expressed gratitude before. By then, he was already hurrying to catch Cherise. Crap. He'd have to apologize later.

He grabbed the brunette's waist before she disappeared. "Hey, are we okay? I mean, I'm sorry for not taking in more than your sunshine, I didn't mean to offend you." The conflict didn't seem to reach a conclusion last night. Immediately, he realized he wasn't only touching Cherise uninvited, but touching her bare skin. Keith quickly removed his hand. "Sorry for that too," he said cradling his hand that would burn for that. "Can we...do you wanna sit outside while the sun's out?" He held open the door for her nervously.

Any minute he had to face the sharp "no!" or a swift kick in the jewels for his behaviour. "I do owe you a coffee," he said, somehow still hopeful. Cherise just bought that stupidity out in him he guessed.

Outside wasn't completely vacant of demigods. Under a tree was where Mason resided. Keith bit his lip considering the bandaid. The son of Hades was one of the worst options to talk to, he'd probably only ask his soul in return for answers. No biggie. Sure Keith had a bit of brightness to cancel the darkness but...no. His morning wasn't getting off to an eerie start and he couldn't ask favors of Cherise.

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#2019-09-27 11:50:14, as written by xNocturnax

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Keith was reluctant to involve Cherise in his turmoil because of the emotional tether to the girl. Using logic and reasoning, the daughter of Apollo was a superb guardian and support through thick and thin situations. Traditionally anyway, but Evelyn didn't have to comment or share her opinion on every thing. Just like she didn't share her opinion on the announcement party poll.

“I believe you have a certain guy you might prefer as company over breakfast, huh? Mr. Scary.” Mr. Scary could be nearly every guy at this camp at one stage or another. Thankfully, Evelyn was gifted in reading hidden context.

In addition to attempting to be suggestive of the relationship or regard Evelyn saw Sylas in, he retorted far too late. “Are you truly resorting to a change of subject?” she said.

Keith left the table momentarily before returning with a couple of apples, dodging the question and bearing gifts. “I did not get friendly vibes from that guy. Sy..Sylas?”

She tilted her head and nodded once, confirming his name. As for breakfast company, it depended on the subjects rather than the people and Keith had a most interesting subject.

Cherise closed to the distance to their table, whereas Keith seemed blissfully ignorant of them approaching. “Good morning, Evelyn, Keith.”

“Good morning, Cherise.” That bright grin wasn't for Evelyn, but she was by no means disheartened or excluded. Instead, her eyes had taken opportunity to study Sylas.

There was some shuffling and muttering about near the table. “I - uh, need food and... a shower... real clothes that are not these clothes...”

“It's fine,” Evelyn tried to assure, but the girl was already away. Or so they thought but she pivoted back around. “Bye.”

Cherise left in an awkward fluster and Evelyn's eyes flickered to Sylas. The shortest visit may be performed by two demigods rather than one since they entered together. Since Sylas didn't look healed yet and to reap the benefits of the daughter of Apollo. But it was Keith who lost his nerve. “We'll...we'll get back to that other thing later. Thank you.” Just as she turned her attention back to him, he leaned across the table and pecked her cheek, startling her. He was welcome but the kiss on the cheek was plenty of thanks.

No matter. “Would you like to sit?” she asked Sylas. Evelyn would personally have loved for him to sit so she could inspect the marks on his neck closer. She would have touched it if he allowed, seeing as Sylas was a master of acts and deceptions. There were so many angles, so many reasons, his neck could be bruised. Being with the likes of Cherise, he had probably already been through the typical questions “what happened, who, why?” Obviously Evelyn wondered these questions herself. Her ability to judge could only take her to an extent.

What was worse was she felt slightly sorry for him. The neck was such a vulnerable spot, somebody literally had Sylas's life in their hands. Finally, she reached out very slowly, like she would approaching a wounded predator. “Let me,” she whispered. She couldn't heal him. She could, however, dull his pain receptors faintly, although Cherise may have already done that. Mainly, Evelyn wanted to see if her hunch was correct all the while witnessing Sylas's reactions. If that was her wrist slammed down on the table so be it.

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#2019-09-27 17:19:46, as written by Zodia195

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nelly kept her words to herself as Mason introduced himself and began talking about different campers. When he mentioned Liv, Nelly spotted her and remembered her from the trial about finding more evidence. Looks like she was a new camper like herself. Liv didn't appear to be a chatterbox, not like her. For one thing she had deliberately sat alone and was reading. Nelly looked back at Mason when he talked about Ajax. He had also mentioned his girlfriend. Was he jealous? She wondered who this girlfriend was. Whelp, she find out soon enough. One thing was obvious though, Mason hated Ajax and his sister. She remembered his testimony. He comment about Ajax screwing around caused Nelly to raise an eyebrow. Wasn't he one to talk? She had gotten a good whiff of Mason when she sat down and he obvious hadn't had a shower yet because she could smell something on him that totally feminine. He'd been with someone. She wonder if she should tell him that, but with Ajax in the vicinity, combine with her loud voice, and her not knowing who he'd been with, yeah things might not go well for Mason. While Nelly was no stranger to trouble, she did try to avoid causing it if possible. She'll just mention it to him when she got the chance.

All thoughts left her mind when he directed her to follow him to Liv's table. She laughed when he mentioned it was time for Liv to babysit her.

"I am a big girl, daddy, but thank you for your concern."

Liv then proceeded to converse with Mason with a very tart reply. Nelly just let her have her say while watching Mason's reaction. The girl could certainly hold her own. Finally the brunette addressed her.

”Well, on that note - welcome to Camp Athens. I like to call it High School, but with a dash of powers, killer demigods, romance problems on steroids, and whatever else you can imagine, but worse than that."

Nelly giggled before replying, "I've never went to HS so this might be interesting. My mother hired tutors for me because we traveled all the time. Still I only got a GED. Never went to college because by then I was making a living off of my pictures. Oh my name is Penelope, but I prefer Nelly. Roles off the tongue easier. Mason told me you're Liv. Do you prefer to be called that? It sounds like a nickname."

Even though her attention was focused on Liv, she made note of those who also showed up. One in particular caught her eye and that guy looked like he went through the gauntlet. Gees, what happened to him? He'd been silent in the trial, but she remembered he had been sitting with the redhead girl. As she waited for Liv to reply, she also saw a blonde conversing with Ajax, but he didn't look like he was enjoying her company.

"I can see what you mean about romance problems on steroids. I only got in last night, but my dad, Hermes, showed me what happened yesterday through a pensive with his memories. Is there anything else I should be aware of because it looks like I got her at tense time?"

That last question was asked in a serious tone.

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Iliana watched and ate as other campers arrived. She purpose sat in a place where she could see everything. Nothing really caught her attention though until Cherise showed up with one she only saw briefly before, but knew he was on Ethan and Heath's radar. The two had approached a redhead and Keith. Iliana waved back to Cherise when the girl waved to her as she left. Soon Keith wasn't far behind. It wasn't long before that blonde minx showed up. She first went over to the redhead's table and said something. Iliana wished she was closer to she could hear them. Soon the blonde left to get her own breakfast and made a beeline for Ajax. Iliana frowned and would have joined them, but soon the same guy who told her run yesterday, sat down in front of her. She wasn't expecting this at all.

“What's your name again?”

She started writing that down in her notepad, but then he asked her a question she wasn't too surprised with.

“And why don’t you speak?”

She had a feeling that someone here would ask her that one day. She had prepared herself for that too. She already knew she would be as honest as she was able, but not say everything because she didn't know all the answers herself. She wrote down her answers before showing it to the dark hair guy.

~My name is Iliana. What is yours? And I don't know the exact reason why I can't talk because my memory is all foggy and fractured. All I can tell you is that I was hurt . . . by humans last year and it left me traumatized.~

It was then she saw Heath and Ethan enter the hall. The two guys woke up and saw her note. After taking a shower and getting dressed themselves, they headed straight for the hall. Heath frowned when he saw Pete with his sister. Ethan kept his grin on his face though. The two soon got their own breakfast before going over to Iliana and Pete.

"Good morning Lia. Did we miss something this morning?"

Iliana was quick to write down all she heard and saw that morning and showed it to her friend and brother. She also asked one check on Cherise and the other help Ajax. The two nodded and ate.

"Don't worry, Lia, we'll see to it. You take care of yourself then. And you," Heath said turning to Pete,"Next time you tell my sister to run, I suggest you warn us next time. Excuse us now."

With that, the two guys left the hall.

"Ethan, you go help Ajax since you're more familiar with him. I'll check on Cherise. I want to be able to figure out if Sylas had any influence on her and to see what Eve might have said."

"You be careful then. Are you sure you don't me handling that part since Eve and Sylas are able to manipulate people? Since I can influence others myself, they wouldn't be able to affect me."

"That's exactly why I want you with Ajax. You won't be able to get under her influence."

"Righto then. Good luck. Ethan said before returning to the hall.

He approached Ajax and Eve and immediate sat next to Ajax, not even bothering to address Eve.

"Hey, how are you doing? Heath and I woke up a little late, but I thought I heard an announcement. Do you know what is was?"

Heath soon found Cherise, who was with some other guy. He recognized him for he sat with her during the trial.

"Hi there, sorry if I am interrupting. Iliana wanted to see how you were Cherise. She could tell something was troubling you."

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#2019-09-27 21:12:16, as written by mjolnir

wesley preston
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"Slow down. First of all.." Alex took a hold of his arm to get his attention and stop his rambling mouth. "Thank you for the breakfast, and I am so happy to see you this morning, but... I... Pete didn't say anything to you, did he?"

Wes's brows furrowed. "Who the hell is Pete?" he replied, confused.

"You're not a shitty friend, Wes, you just have your own problems going on. I won't lie, though, it did hurt that you and Duke left so quickly after the trial, but it's now obvious that you had your reasons. That's the only reason why I'm not angry with you. Duke... well... he will have to explain his side of things... Definitely a wise choice to bring me coffee and doughnuts." She added with a wink and a smile after she took a sip of her coffee.

"I know my girl," he returned the smile, happy to know she wasn't mad at him. Wes didn't know if he could handle Alex and Trinity mad at him at the same time.

After Wes's proposal, Alex pretended to think hard about it, like she had other options to weigh. She then stuffed one of the doughnuts into his mouth and laughed. "Deal. And that's only four more laughs to go already. What do you have planned?"

Wes laughed as he took a bite from the doughnut before taking hold of the rest of it in his hand. "Well, we could get you so drunk at the party later that you want to kiss me," he teased. Then he shrugged his shoulders. "I figured today is your first official day of freedom. The world is your oyster and I'm just along for the ride. All I ask is you don't make me do something that will piss off Trinity more." He laughed, as he put a dot of doughnut icing on her nose.

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"Sylas... Nice to meet you, and I was done with it anyway. I was actually going to go get breakfast myself, so I wouldn't mind joining you." He nodded his head and motioned for her to take the lead toward the main hall. Sylas followed after her, down the steps and onto the path that lead to the main hall. "So, um - I don't mean to pry, but who did that to you?" There it was. He could tell she was itching to know the truth and it was only a matter of time before she finally piped up and asked. "Not that you are obligated to answer, of course. It's not like I am the Camp avenger or anything. I'm just wondering who to stay away from."

No one who just had the shit kicked out of them, who was a victim worried of a second offense, would just throw the assailant under the bus. Sylas slid his hands into his pants pockets, taking a long moment before he replied. "Let's just say someone close to me wasn't who I thought they were." He had nothing else to add, not yet. If he wasn't playing a part, his entire approach would be different. But he wasn't.

It wasn't long before they reached the mess hall, which already seemed to be full with several campers. Sylas's gaze instantly found it's way toward his favorite red head and surprisingly, his current company lead them in that very direction. He stood there silent, looking between the awkward love birds and their equally as uncomfortable interactions and Evelyn. First Cherise disappeared, suddenly self conscious of her present appearance. Then it seemed at the prospect of sitting with himself, Keith wanted no part of that.

And then there were two...

“Would you like to sit?”

Sylas nodded his head and slowly walked around the table until he was beside her and took a seat. He could see all the questions on Evelyn's face, but she didn't voice any of them. He couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking, how did she imagine the events that gave him his wounds played out. Part of him wanted to ask, but instead he remained silent.

“Let me,” she whispered as she reached out toward him. Sylas nodded his head slightly and remained still as she did whatever she desired, examining his bruises. As she did so, his gaze scanned the hall. There was no sign of his sister nor the giant meat head.

But there was someone else who wanted his attention instead. “Guess who I saw making a cheeky walk of shame this morning?” Sylas tensed when Eve placed her hand on his shoulder, but he didn't turn to look at her or show that he cared about what she had to say. “Your itsy bitsy little sister.” She then turned to Evelyn, whispering to her like a gossiping school girl. “From that big brute Liam’s house. Guess you can’t account for some people’s taste?”

"Last time I checked, I wasn't my sister's keeper," Sylas replied as he peeled Eve's hand from his shoulder. He watched her walk away and head for yet another victim. He couldn't help but roll his eyes. "How many campers is she trying to sleep with?" he asked, looking over at Evelyn.

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“It's more a couch conversation.” Trinity took Andy's hand and lead her over to the couch. She sat down opposite her friend, her one leg was bent with her food on the couch while her other rested on the ground. She rested her arm upon her knee as she waited patiently for Trinity to say whatever she needed to get off her chest.

“Liking a son of Aphrodite is shit,” she laughed. The corner of Andy's mouth tugged into a sympathetic smile, or was it a frown? “He's like a magnet, people are drawn to him, particularly women and I know that. But, um, apparently last night he had a date with that Eve chick.” With the mention of Eve, Andy tensed, sitting more upright. Her mouth tightened while her brows furrowed. She wasn't going to interrupt Trinity, instead keeping the thought on the tip of her tongue as she tapped her index finger.

“I don't think anything ended up happening. He...he dropped the L bomb on me and I couldn't say it back. I'm not like his past model girlfriends! Wes and I are so different. He's a lover, I'm a fighter. And I'm not talking vaguely, I mean literally. I wanted to beat one his groupies to a pulp and kill his beast, and the crazy bastard goes saying ‘I love you’.” Andy laughed weakly, gently brushing Trin's arm. “I'm afraid for him loving me. I don't deserve it.”

"Ok, so first of all," Andy said as she sat upright and pointed at Trinity with her index finger. "You deserve to be loved and happiness... If that's with Wes or someone else." She relaxed back into the couch. "Wes is mad about you. I have never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you. Hell," she scoffed quietly. "I don't even know if anyone has looked at me that way."

"And this... Eve," Andy said with a sneer. "I don't know what her deal is but I would bet anything that it was a lie. Because what I was told by her and Mason that they are a thing." Her brows raised as she made a motion with her index fingers along with her words. "And I road back from Olympus with Wes. He left immediately and went straight back to his cabin." Andy didn't say anything else. In the end, it was Trinity's decision what to do about all of it. But the way it seemed to her was Eve was playing a dangerous game. She wasn't very happy about the fact that the blonde used her friends as her own toys.

After a small break of silence, Trinity then turned the conversation to Andy. “What about you?” She tapped Andy's knee and smiled slightly. “What's going on with you? Are you okay?”

"Gods," she sighed, running her fingers back through her hair. "I don't know where to start." Andy adjusted how she sat, her fingers twiddled in her lap as she tried to figure out how to unload... well, everything. "The other night at the party... Ajax told me he loved me. I said it back and then I... spent the night with him." She didn't elaborate on that, Trinity was smart and could connect the dots and Andy wasn't sure if she wanted to unpack that just yet.

"Somehow Mason found out. I've never seen him so mad at me in my entire life. It's not that he doesn't approve of me and Ajax... He's disappointed in me. He treats me like I'm an idiot for being with someone who doesn't worship the ground I walk on. I can't even tell if it's because of his hatred for Ajax or he's jealous." Andy clicked her tongue in her mouth before nodding her head and continuing. "And during capture the flag I got in the middle of a fight between Mason, Ajax and Alex, because I don't seem to know how to stay out of it," she laughed at her own stupidity. "I called Alex a murderer and pissed off Ajax."

Andy's mouth scrunched up as she tapped her finger on the back of the couch. She sighed as her other hand pinched the bridge of her nose. "Then the whole Eve and Mason thing unfolded. And I got... jealous." For the first time since she started talking, Andy looked over at Trinity. "I don't know why. Maybe it's because I'm selfish and don't want to share my friend. Or, I wanted to be shitty about his relationship like he is about mine... Or, I don't know." She sighed. "And Ajax heard the end of Mason and I arguing. He heard me say I was jealous and I wished Mason could say how he really felt."

Now that it all was out in the open, Andy rested her head against the back of the couch while her hands fiddled with the sleeves of her shirt. She was scared to look at Trinity. She felt horrible. She knew she didn't deserve Mason or Ajax in her life. It was dumb that Andy thought her friendship and relationship could live side by side without imploding. She didn't want to be forced to choose between the two of them but it seemed as each day carried on the more she fought with either one of them. "I feel selfish," her voice cracked as she whispered. "I don't deserve either one of them."

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Trinity and Andy weren't the type to openly unload everything very often. They both internalized whatever struggles they were going through for too long. It was like a small weight was lifted off Andy's shoulders now that she was able to talk to someone about it. And when the pair seemed to reach their limit for sharing for the time being, they decided to wonder off toward the main hall. It was safe to say neither one of them wanted to deal with others, but food was more important than their pride... temporarily anyway.

Andy froze outside the entrance of the main hall when she saw, through the sea of campers, the back of Ajax's head and Eve sitting across from him. She watched as the blonde smiled coyly and leaned in towards him. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she hissed under her breath. Andy's jaw was clenched as she threw open the door and trudged straight over to the table, paying no mind to anyone else.

She came up behind Ajax, conjuring a danger in her right hand. Before the blonde had a chance to look over at her, Andy slammed the knife down through the center of her plate and into the table. "Hey Eve," she said with a friendly smile but a sharp tone. "No, no, please... stay." She put her hand on Eve's shoulder, forcefully keeping the girl in her seat as she sat down beside her.

She half looked over her shoulder toward Trinity, pointing at Eve as she spoke. "If she uses her powers on me, break her arm." Andy smiled toward her present company as the dagger dislodged itself from the table and flew into her right hand. "What in the hell do you think you're playing at?"

Andy held her gaze as her smile faded. She ran the tip of her tongue along her top teeth while her leg bounced furiously under the table. She put up her left hand to stop Eve before she could speak, not really wanting to hear what the girl had to say. "I really couldn't careless who you spread your legs for," Andy said as she motioned the knife from Eve's face down to her waist. "But when you try to weave your little web around the people I care about... That's where I have a problem."

She then scooted forward in her seat so that she was inches away from Eve. "I don't have a say in what Mason does with his free time, but if you hurt him or use him or Trinity for your twisted little games, I will make your life a living hell," Andy said each word quiet enough that only her present company could hear. Her voice was strong and assertive in a way she's rarely ever been. "And if you ever flirt with my boyfriend again... I'll fucking murder you."

Andy spun around in her seat so she was finally facing Ajax, but she still side eyed Eve while her grip white knuckled on the knife. "Now, leave." she concluded. With a flick of her free hand upward, thick glass walls shot up from the ground around Eve. They separated the blonde from the rest of the people in the main hall with only a narrow passage way toward the exit. This left the girl with two options, stand there awkwardly or leave in the provided direction. The dagger vanished from Andy's hand as she looked toward Eve one final time, flashing her a curt smile and a wave of her hand.

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Sloane heard Liam come out of his cabin and cursed under her breath. Why hadn't she moved yet? She went to turn and just walk in a direction, any direction but was stopped when he stepped out in front of her. She didn't stop him as he reached out and took her bag from her shoulder. “Sloane, let’s talk about this later, okay? I trust that you had good intentions, and after seeing what your brother is capable of, I believe that you made the only choice you thought you could. I would have appreciated a heads-up, but I get it. I'm not the most approachable guy, and I am probably not smart enough to notice."

She was surprised he was so... calm about it all. Sloane frowned slightly when he mentioned he wasn't smart, but before she could even argue that statement, he continued. “Stay. I want you to stay with me, even if I have to sleep on the couch. You're not a burden to me." She wanted to thank Liam and tell him he could have the bed back, it wasn't right for her to commandeer his bed.

Sloane parted her lips to speak but said nothing as he stepped closer to her. She watched him raise his hand and didn't recoil when he ran his thumb over the scab on her lip. His hand then fell to her neck, as his fingers pulled down her collar to study her neck. Sloane looked away slightly, not even she fully knew how bad they looked, choosing to cover them up rather than look in the mirror. "I'm fine," she said quietly.

"I mean, you can stand out here if you want to, but your things will be inside. You also stink, so… the shower will be waiting for you, too." Sloane chuckled slightly and slowly entered the cabin after he had already disappeared into the bathroom. It was a weird sensation... feeling safe. It was strange, someone as strong and terrifying as Liam was really just a big, dumb, teddy bear... that sometimes objectified women.

She made her way over to the couch, taking a seat and waiting while he got clean. Sloane hadn't noticed the dog was next to her until she felt a cold nose poke her leg before clunky puppy paws climbed their way into her lap. She couldn't help but smile down at the cute little thing, raising her hand to rub its ears. Liam wasn't in the shower long, her eyes accidentally wondered as he drifted from the bathroom to the bedroom in just a towel. The dog looked toward her, cocking its head to the side. Sloane's cheeks flushed as she sunk further into the couch. "Shh," she said to the dog.

When Liam sat down next to her, the puppy quickly left her and found its way into his lap. "I guess it's my turn then," she said as she stood up and slipped off her shoes. Just before she headed to the bathroom, Sloane looked over at him once more. "Thanks Liam." She leaned down and kissed his cheek before she made her way to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Hopefully that wouldn't start a chain reaction of Liam commenting on the shapeliness of her breasts or child bearing hips.

Not having all of her things, she had to shower with whatever products Liam had in his shower, all of which left her smelling a bit like old spice. Not that Sloane minded the smell, but if she expected getting out of this without rumors of her sleeping with Liam, well those chances were shot. She towel dried her hair as best she could, her natural curls coming out from the water. She then put her clean clothes back on and rejoined Liam back in the living room. "I can go make myself scarce... Wonder around camp or get my things so you don't have to babysit me. I don't ruin your chances with the girls at camp." She teased slightly. Her burdens didn't need to be his.

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#2019-09-28 08:17:21, as written by mombie

Ares x Hex: #eb641d x Outfit
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Liam welcomed Rocco with open arms; the pup wagging its tail and sticking its nose up against his neck and under his chin in an attempt to lap at some part of his face. Eventually, he grabbed the dog gently at either side of its face and gave it soft squish - like that kind of subdued pressure you give to little animals when you just want to squeeze them to death because of their undeniable cuteness. Because you can’t - especially if you’re the son of Ares, then you really have to watch how you go about doing that.

"I guess it's my turn then," Sloane said to him, and that drew his gaze from the overly cuddly up trying to climb up his shoulders, to her. "Thanks Liam." Then her lips met his cheek, and it left him just a little speechless. He wasn't used to women that simply pecked him - he was all about the full-blown make-out sessions from the doorway to the bedroom (if they made it to a bedroom anyway). A kiss on his cheek was different, but it wasn't bad.

And no, he wasn't going to objectify her. Verbally, anyway. Hell, not even in his mind as he watched her scamper off to the bathroom. He looked over at Rocco and pulled the canine down to look it in the eyes. They locked gazes, and he inquires seriously, "She looked, didn't she?" The dog tilted its head from side to side, as it had done with Sloane previously - clearly not capable of understanding what these strange humans were trying to communicate. "You think she liked what she saw?" Rocco barked at him, and it was a tiny noise that caused Liam to chuckle. "Yeah, she did. It's always the quiet ones." He offered it a wink, and the dog took off just in time for Sloane to emerge from the shower.

"I can go make myself scarce... Wonder around camp or get my things, so you don't have to babysit me. I don't ruin your chances with the girls at camp." She teased him, and he scoffs at her. "I'm beginning to think that the women here are too smart to sleep with me. I'm sure that you will make me seem less - repugnant, actually." He gave her that single squinty-eyed look that had playfully accusing undertones. He didn't speak for a minute or two and held her in suspense.

Maybe he'd say something sweet to her like: Why would I want other girls when you are a natural beauty? or, I don't care if you stay by my side. You see, these were the things that he wanted to say, but was clearly incapable of croaking out at the expense of sounding like a woman.

"Unless you liked what you saw and you don't want me with other girls?"

Nope, he went ahead and spewed out the dumbest thing he could think of. Probably the less emotionally tethered string of words that coursed through his testosterone-filled brain. Liam was a stereotypical meathead. If you saw the son of Ares, your first thoughts of him were probably the correct ones - high school drop-out, couldn't tell you the name of a single piece of literature that wasn't pornography, sexist pig, smug - a real manly man on that A-type personality level. For him to actually tell a girl that she was beautiful might shrink his biceps by ten inches. To say she had a nice rack, well - that was always the better route. Yet, he couldn't do that with Sloane. Not that she didn't have a nice body - he wouldn't know, but he just… couldn’t.

He had it in his mind - she bewitched him. She was sly. Yeah, he was going to go with that.

He placed his hands on his knees and pushed himself up, "Let's go get the rest of your shit from your cabin while your brother's out. Not that I mind that smell on you," he grinned and wiggled his eyebrows a few times in jest.

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Liv smiled at Penelope as she stabbed a piece of egg with a fork and then popped it into her mouth. The redhead spoke, and she'd offer a nod or two. As she spoke of Eve, her eyes follow the blonde vixen as she meandered through the cafeteria to weave her early morning chaos. Right at that time when literally no one has touched a cup of coffee yet.

"I've never went to HS so this might be interesting. My mother hired tutors for me because we traveled all the time. Still I only got a GED. Never went to college because by then, I was making a living off of my pictures. Oh, my name is Penelope, but I prefer Nelly. Roles off the tongue easier. Mason told me you're Liv. Do you prefer to be called that? It sounds like a nickname."

"Oh, it's just Liv. It's not Livianna or whatever else it might be short for. My mother was a cruel, cruel woman. Loved to keep people on their toes."

"I can see what you mean about romance problems on steroids. I only got in last night, but my dad, Hermes, showed me what happened yesterday through a pensive with his memories. Is there anything else I should be aware of because it looks like I got her at a tense time?"

She nodded slowly, looking back at Penelope with a slight wince. "You should stay away from that one. She loves the drama, I guess. She can literally have the entire camp slitting each other's throats in seconds. I, for one, have decided to make like Switzerland and just sit back and watch as she lays her web. It's not really that hard to do, it would seem. I think she's disrupted pretty much every relationship that has formed. Girl's got skill, I say."

She leaned forward, ignoring whatever else is going on. Just as she said, she would. "A model or photographer?" Liv inquires, trying to find a way to keep the conversation going without immediately shutting this girl out. It didn't hurt to make a friend or two, but she wasn't sure how she's supposed to do it.

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Someone’s bare hand was now on her waist, and it took her a minute to turn and look to see that it was Keith. Who else could it have been? "Hey, are we okay? I mean, I'm sorry for not taking in more than your sunshine, I didn't mean to offend you." He was quick to realize what he thought was an err on his part my withdrawing his touch, "Sorry for that too." But of all the questions going through her mind right now, will you please stop touching me was definitely not one of them. "Can we...do you wanna sit outside while the sun's out? "I do owe you a coffee,"

She nodded at his inquiry about going outside while the sun was still out. Who knows how long it will be until it hid away behind the clouds under a spell of rain again. Not that she minded the rain. As they began to walk, a bowl of cut fruit in hand, she placed a piece or two in her mouth. The first moment or two would be relatively quiet, and maybe it was even awkward. She looked pleasant, at the very least, smiling at whatever her eyes landed on - a tree, the sky.

"You don't need to apologize," she spoke only when she had all of her thoughts in order. "For anything." She turned her head so that her dark brown eyes could land on him and judge his reactions to her words. Maybe there was something about anything that she was trying to subtly get through his head. Maybe.

Then there was the son of Hades sitting under a tree. There must be a joke in there somewhere, but when she looked back at Keith, she narrowed her eyes slightly. Something was wrong there, and her attention travels to Mason curiously. He didn't look pleasant at all - like someone she should avoid. Her current companion, however, seemed apprehensive about something. He wanted to approach, but something was stopping him.

She made sure that her bowl was tightly secured in one hand, and then hooked her other arm through his. Her hand wrapped around his tricep, and she tucked herself in close. It could be platonic, it could not be. It was up for his own interpretation, but she tried to divert him from the Hades child so that they could put this awkwardness aside. She led both of them to a bench, and she sat down after unhooking her arm and set the bowl down so she could scoot close to him.

”I’m the one that should apologize, really. I mean, I got really defensive without considering all that you have been through. You don't know me, and maybe it will take some time for you to trust me. I just want you to know that, as silly as it sounds, my intuition is compelling me to offer you a safe space - something, anything." She paused for a moment, "If you need something, Keith, anything at all - just let me know. But if you need me to beat up the son of Ares, you'll have to give me a few days notice to make sure that I can come up with a clever plan." Cherise laughed at that, even if it wasn't entirely funny. She also hoped that she never had to do that. Ever.

She leaned back against the bench at that point and tilted her head back to look up at the canopy of trees where the sun poked through. She almost snuck her hand very close to his own - maybe a hair away, before another voice caused her to withdraw immediately. From surprise.

"Hi there, sorry if I am interrupting. Iliana wanted to see how you were Cherise. She could tell something was troubling you," Heath said, and she averted her eyes from whatever she was looking at to greet him with her best smile.

"Oh, oh!" She said that twice, caught off guard by the thought that someone was concerned for her well-being. It was a nice feeling that she doesn't often get to savor. "You’re not interrupting at all! Also, I am fine. I think maybe the stress of a new place is kind of getting to me, but I will be just great." Well, he certainly kept her from grabbing Keith's hand, which could have turned out pretty badly anyway. What had she been thinking? "We were just weighing our party options - campfire or movie night. I actually thought that a campfire would be nice if the weather is good for it. How about you?"

Cherise easily slipped into conversation with anyone, and that same sweet smile accompanied every single time. She was still shoulder to shoulder with Keith, just as a reminder that she hadn't forgotten about him.

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Keith didn't mind the silence. It did give him time to wonder just how badly he might have upset Cherise and that she didn't really forgive him but other than that tormenting debate, silence was fine. They were walking in step together so either she was ready to argue or things weren't as bad as they seemed.

"You don't need to apologize. For anything," she spoke after what seemed a lifetime. He visibly relaxed. That could go up for debate, it wasn't fair to see somebody as one dimensional. But he left it alone not wishing to argue or debate.

Cherise linked her arm through his and led him and his attention away from the daunting son of Hades. Keith gave a questionable glance at her touch on his arm. Not that he minded. It was more a matter of 'does she know she's touching me'. She unhooked herself and set down her bowl and the two sat together at a bench.

”I’m the one that should apologize, really. I mean, I got really defensive without considering all that you have been through. You don't know me, and maybe it will take some time for you to trust me. I just want you to know that, as silly as it sounds, my intuition is compelling me to offer you a safe space - something, anything." His brows furrowed slightly. He had to try imagine the extent that would apply. "If you need something, Keith, anything at all - just let me know. But if you need me to beat up the son of Ares, you'll have to give me a few days notice to make sure that I can come up with a clever plan."

There was his answer, to the extent she'd try to outmanoeuvre an Ares son apparently. He hadn't noticed the Ares boy but he did know the daughter and she was a handful without testosterone. "I appreciate the thought. I mean it sounds terrific and terrifying at the same time." He chuckled too and scratched his jaw. "You're here for me though, I get it. And I appreciate it," he stated more seriously so she knew he took her offer to heart. Cherise didn't seem the type to offer things insincerely.

His fingers, whether subconsciously or consciously, skimmed over hers before another male approached and Keith placed his hands in his lap. "Hi there, sorry if I am interrupting. Iliana wanted to see how you were Cherise. She could tell something was troubling you."

Keith smiled at how kind that was. To be looked after from afar and have someone else relay the message...though that part was actually a little strange. Keith lowered his head as he let the two converse and wasn't invited in their conversation. That was until Cherise added a gateway for open conversation, even if it was a lie. "We were just weighing our party options - campfire or movie night. I actually thought that a campfire would be nice if the weather is good for it. How about you?" That wasn't for him then.

Keith drew stray patterns on the bench idly. But maybe he shouldn't let himself get pushed to the background all the time. "I'm a big fan of movies but it's something we can do at any time really with a group of friends if we wish. Campfires are harder to get together so.." he shrugged, not that his opinion mattered, "I'm also voting for the fire, drinks, etcetera etcetera," he told them. Although he wasn't sure if that was including himself or interrupting a conversation.

It seemed fate didn't want him healed or to have quality alone time with Cherise. He wasn't blaming Heath, he seemed a decent guy but it was just a streak of bad luck. When he finally felt he could open up or ask something of her, somebody else was nearby or she had a crossbow. The longer he left it, the more he'd hesitate. He knew it. He could feel the hesitance growing and opportunity slipping. Keith cleared his throat. "Hey, could I ask a favor? Could you heal me?" He rolled up his top revealing his bandaged stomach where an arrow from a crossbow pierced. Very smooth. "This is, uh, my own fault. I played with conjurations and that never goes well. That's like advanced witchery." Keith rolled his eyes to himself and tried to smile. It didn't stop him from feeling like an embarrassed fool. No matter how he downplayed it, he sucked with his powers.

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Oh, it's just Liv. It's not Livianna or whatever else it might be short for. My mother was a cruel, cruel woman. Loved to keep people on their toes."

"Hey that's fine with me, Liv. With my energy I always kept my mom on her toes, but she's adventurous herself so she didn't mind. But anyway it's nice to meet you."

Indeed, she was thrilled to have hit it off with someone so far. Now the problem would be staying in touch consistently. She was always good at making friends, but keeping them was hard for her.

Liv then warned her about the blonde not too far away. She was sitting with a gorgeous guy and as clueless as Nelly could be when it came to 'romance', she could tell that the guy was not interested in her.

"Oh I'll definitely keep an eye on her then. This should be interesting. I do plan on getting to know everyone here. I do remember her from that court scene and even though she wasn't speaking up, I do remember her sitting with another guy. One of my abilities is my photographic memory so that helps."

She continued eating and was almost done when Liv asked if she was a photographer or model. The model part caught her a bit off guard and she laughed in response.

"Definitely a photographer, hun. I am too independent for my own good and do not take direction well. I've met a few models and omg, it's like that have no meat on their bones at all! And oh, I do documentary pictures mostly from landscapes to city scapes."

Suddenly, all hell broke lose when Andy arrived with who Nelly remembered being Ares's daughter, Trinity. The dark hair lady zeroed in on the minx and really laid it on her, even going so far as to physically threatening her and using her powers. Even Nelly was a little scared of her. Her own skills were the 'threatening type' like Andy's so seeing those kind of powers being used now was unnerving. So this was Ajax's girlfriend. Now the pieces were coming together bit by bit. The blonde, Eve, started to leave, but soon had a few words of her own. One part definitely caught Nelly's attention.

“Now that I think about it though, that must make you feel pretty crappy. Ajax is such perfect, loyal boyfriend to you, and you can’t even fake loyalty. Since we all know you're not a one man kind of gal.”

Now that was eye opening. Nelly's gaze looked at Ajax's reaction and saw him clench his jaw. Did Andy have feelings for someone else? She immediately thought of Mason who appeared to have a thing for Andy based on what he told her. Oh lovely, a love triangle and you add Eve into the mix and it was just one big mess. After making a comment about the 'birds and the bees', Eve left and it wasn't long before Trinity as well as Ajax and Andy. Nelly whistled and turned back to Liv.

"Wow! Now that was intense! You know, Mason told that Ajax has been with other girls, yet according to Eve, Ajax is the loyal one and Andy is the one who is having issues. Now I can already tell Mason doesn't like Ajax, so I am wondering in all of this mess, where does the truth lie? My mom is a journalist and that is always her ultimate goal, to find the truth while being as unbiased as possible."

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Iliana watched as the whole confrontation between Andy and Eve commenced. It was so intense that it left Iliana in shock and she couldn't even take in all the emotions from all parties present. She sensed Ethan using his own serenity inducement immediately to try and help the situation, but it seemed to bounce off of Andy. Only Ajax seemed to be the only one to calm down Andy. Her heart went out to the girl. Her powers were terrifying. Now she had an idea on how Heath and Ethan felt when she used her powers when mad. At least Andy had better control of her abilities because she could have easily killed Eve. Both Ajax and Andy ordered Eve to leave and she did, but not before getting the last word in. She had felt the girl's fear, but there was another emotion she couldn't put her finger on. Well, the girl reaped what she sowed. She looked over at the dark hair guy, read his emotions and wrote down down something before showing it to him.

~Are you okay?~

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So there was a beach party tonight? Well that was bound to be something, Ethan thought. However all thoughts about a party exited his mind as Andy stormed in, along with Trinity. Immediately he started using his serenity inducement, but Andy's anger was so big that he had no effect on her. This was surprising to him for it was his best skill. This wasn't a good sign. Maybe he needed to practice more.

The confrontation didn't last long and soon all participating parties left. Great, now what? Ethan looked back at Iliana and saw she was in shock. Well, better to be in shock then an emotional mess. He decided he would keep an eye on her for Heath, but also kept an eye on Sylas and one of the redheads in the room. He noticed a completely new face come into the hall, but she soon left herself. Ethan figured he'd meet her soon enough. He would tell Heath what happened soon enough. Hopefully though he was having better luck on his end.

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"You’re not interrupting at all! Also, I am fine. I think maybe the stress of a new place is kind of getting to me, but I will be just great. We were just weighing our party options - campfire or movie night. I actually thought that a campfire would be nice if the weather is good for it. How about you?"

Heath wondered Cherise was going to be fine. She wasn't lying, but Heath was still a bit pessimistic. Then his thoughts drifted to the mention of a party. He didn't recall hearing about a party. He did sleep in late, so maybe it happened then?

"Was there an announcement this morning about a party? I accidentally slept in this morning so I don't remember hearing one."

He also wasn't sure which party option he would pick. He wasn't the type who went to these kinds of social interactions.

Then the other guy spoke up and Heath finally paid attention to him. Something about the guy seemed 'off'. He was definitely uncomfortable. It wasn't long before he asked Cherise to heal him. Normally Heath was a nonchalant person, but even he couldn't hide the shock from his eyes.

"Wow, it's a miracle you survived. Oh what's your name again? I am Heath by the way. I am new to this camp."

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L I V X P F E I F F E R

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"Wow! Now that was intense! You know, Mason told that Ajax has been with other girls, yet according to Eve, Ajax is the loyal one, and Andy is the one who is having issues. Now I can already tell Mason doesn't like Ajax, so I am wondering in all of this mess, where does the truth lie? My mom is a journalist, and that is always her ultimate goal, to find the truth while being as unbiased as possible," the new gal blurted out a little too excitedly for Liv. Despite the little brawl that transpired on Olympus, drama only left a trace of bitterness on her tongue. It was not a good feeling for her. She is the daughter of Poseidon. The Demigods might think that the Hades children have it worse off, and perhaps they do, but the god that holds dominion over the sea was anything but a kind and gentle deity. People forget that he was greedy and vengeful, that he left a man at sea and put him through the gauntlet of his monstrous children just because he blinded one of them. Hades was not the only one that made enemies - Poseidon did not have many friends in Olympus.

The blood of her father has been running hotly through her veins since Trinity and the trial. She tried to help them - both Alex and the Ares child, only to be met with a lot of flak. Trinity nearly beat her to death. She was aware that she had no tact in distributing her helpfulness, and that there could have been another way to do it - yet it did not erase the fact that everyone's emotional lip was unwarranted and misdirected. One demigod tried to kill her, and for that...

... Well, she could watch this whole camp burn to the ground and help no one. That was the insidious nature of her father snaking through her; a vengeful disease that corroded whatever hope she had for anything and anyone while she was here. It instantly burned all the bridges of any friends she made.

That meant that her sole purpose for being here now was to train - to grow, and she'd not be able to do that while neck deep in everyone's shit. So, she turns her gaze to Penelope and gets straight to business. "I'm only going to say this one time, dear. You will be better off staying out of their drama. These girls here, they don't want help. They want everyone to feel just as sorry for them as they do for themselves. They want all the boys here to revolve around them and their fragile little egos, and these silly boys are more than happy to oblige."

She leaned closer to the new girl, staring her straight in the eyes with the pointed look of a woman that had lost all care and concern. She glimmered with genuine hatred, a lack of empathy - like all of the emotion she could have had suddenly drained from them. "I say, let them consume each other's time with all their bullshit. Me, I have training to do - things that are more important than your quest for gossip. Because while all of you are busy playing high school, I will be busy exploring all the ways that my powers could make people pay for their slights." Sylas might have come in at the tail-end of their conversation, and the second that he aimed to sit down, she stood up.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt. I was just wondering if this seat was taken. I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Sylas." She looked up at him and cocked her head to the side. A hand gestures to the general emptiness of the table she sat at, and she replied with a snappy, "Oh, sure - I must be saving a whole table for my horde of friends. I am Liv, Miss Popularity, after all." The sarcasm dripped from her lips, and her eyes rolls. If he was expecting sympathy from her, well - he was better off asking Mason.

"If you don't mind, I have things to do, clothing to choose - and all that other fun stuff." That said, she turned sharply and made for the exit. Once she was outside, her gaze landed on Trinity and Mason, but the exchange of looks would be fleeting at best, for she was soon on her way to some destination. Likely the beach, which is probably the only place that she could just... be left alone. No one ever went to the beach, and it was best to get there before the drama-mongers made the space unbearable.

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She, for one, is glad that Keith managed to interject himself into the conversation. It wasn't that she just wanted to talk to Heath, but that she just happened to be looking at him, too.

"I'm a big fan of movies, but it's something we can do at any time really with a group of friends if we wish. Campfires are harder to get together so.." he shrugged, "I'm also voting for the fire, drinks, etcetera etcetera," he replied with a shrug. Cherise took a moment to look over at him, her smile warm and bright - as it is seemingly always. A couple of her fingers seize the ones of his that were tracing invisible lines along the bench, and it was a momentary touch.

"You know, I brought with me an old, old movie." She laughed at the thought of how nerdy she must be to have actually thought about towing this particular cinematic novelty with her when there are literally hundreds of other movies that were more entertaining. Now her attention was on Hecate's son, and the way she chuckles so softly might imply that she was feeling rather bashful about admitted that she had certain cinematic pleasures that were not normal in this generation. "I actually brought along a VHS without thinking that no one makes those anymore. One of my favorite movies is the 1922 Dracula movie Nosferatu." And because Keith seemed that that kind of guy that likely has an arsenal of movie knowledge in his head, she goes ahead and nods her head before he could say what she thinks he is... well thinking, "Yes, the silent movie. I know, I know - I am such a dork. But I do love to play around and do little voice-overs."

Now that they got her dirty secret out of the way, back to the real world. Her fingers had long since left his after she offered up a light squeeze, and she sighed. It was a content sigh.

"Was there an announcement this morning about a party? I accidentally slept in this morning, so I don't remember hearing one," Heath broke the silence, and she laughs a bit, "I am just a very early riser, but sleep is important."

Then, just as she thought she might steal Keith away for something silly, like a walk or whatever, he went ahead and created a more valid excuse. When he cleared his throat, as though requiring some sort of attention, she averted her gaze to him and tilted her head expectantly.

"Hey, could I ask a favor? Could you heal me?" And that was the second that she became perplexed because he did not give her context before that. Her brows furrowed a bit, and she waited for more information before proceeding with her own words. That was granted when he rolled up his shirt, and his bandaged stomach comes into view. "This is, uh, my own fault. I played with conjurations, and that never goes well. That's like advanced witchery."

Cherise sighed again, but this one was different. It accompanied the look she gave him - the one that said, I know that probably didn't happen this morning, and you had me last night... so... why, you dummy?. She didn't say anything for a short while; instead her fingers grab hold of his shirt to roll it back down gently. There was no reason why the wound should be displayed to the whole of Camp Athens.

Luckily, Heath was able to break the silence that had settled once again. Inside of her head, Cherise was choking Keith to death. However, her facial features were gentle, and a slight smile found her lips - a very thin one. "Wow, it's a miracle you survived. Oh what's your name again? I am Heath by the way. I am new to this camp."

She rose from the bench, her expression was kind yet also sorry when she peeled her attention away from Keith to Heath. "A pleasure to meet you, Heath. Maybe we can catch up at the party?" Then she turned back to Keith, "Well, it looks like you are going to conjure up a VHS player for me. Then later, you owe me coffee plus a date. Preferably a movie in which you get to play the voice actor of Count Orlok. Comically, because I think you'd be good at that, and I live to be entertained."

With that settled (if he considered that he probably didn't have much choice), Cherise was on the move toward her cabin already.

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"I'm scared of him," she began, and he could already feel his jaw tense. There were so many familiar emotions rushing through him. He kept his gaze elsewhere for the time being and allowed her to continue, "Sylas... threatened to kill me if I ever spoke ill against him. He keeps his word." And that was all that needed to be said. There was nothing that he could offer her that he hadn't already. Liam could say so many things about it, but he didn't want to pour salt in her wound. The only thing he could do for her now was to make sure that she had nothing more to fear. Maybe it sounded as silly to others as it does in his own mind, but she had him. No one messed with him. It was true that he would not always be able to have eyes on her, but someone will now that she is no longer forced to be alone with that monster. He hoped that maybe this small sense of freedom would build up to something bigger. Maybe even confidence in her own self. Maybe the willpower to fight back in some way.

"So... Why did you get involved? You could have ignored it. Would have been safer for you," she posed the question as she went through the drawer that he surprisingly left untouched. He didn't answer her. Not yet. He wasn't sure what to tell her other than... he just knew that he could. How does he put that into words without sounding like an arrogant ass? Furthermore, why was he so concerned about not coming off like the arrogant ass he knows he is?

The duo stepped out of the cabin, and Sloane takes a good look at the walls that had once held her hostage with her brother each night. He couldn't imagine what it must have been like, and what it felt like to take that deep sigh one often took when there was a light on the horizon, and maybe the sun was finally rising.

Rocco would be fine with just the leash for now, as there was no one else really around to disturb them. Most of the demigods have made their way to the cafeteria, and it was still early. Yesterday had been long for everyone, so it was expected that there would be a lot of late risers. The pup happily paraded his new toy around like he just conquered something; shaking it, throwing it up in the air only to chase after it, pawing it - all those cloyingly sweet things dogs do.

Just as Sloane thought her last inquiry would go unanswered forever, Liam stepped up to her. His hard, lumbering physique came in intimate proximity to her petite soft one. His chest pressed against hers, and he brought a warm palm to the mid of her back. He was significantly taller, which put her face somewhere at his shoulder. If she looked up at him at this very second, she would catch a glimpse of the underside of his chin. His head dipped forward, mouth narrowingly missing her ear. Right when she thought that maybe, just maybe he was going to pull off something sly...

... he reaches for the strap of her duffle bag and pulls it over her head and off of her shoulder. He wasn't going to make her carry it, but he will be damned if he will be caught dead pulling a rolling suitcase like someone that had inferior strength. That would look silly.

He did stay there for a moment or two, in that closeness. However, his hand had removed itself from her back since she had made it a point to remind him that she's not that type of girl, and he didn't want to invite the suspicion that he could touch her as he pleases. He looked down at her and shrugged, "Because you needed me, and I was there. You can't honestly tell me that you were standing there, taking his wrath, and not hoping that I would still be there to see it. I was, and I did something because you needed help. You were scared, and I could see it. You shouldn't have to be scared of anyone. If you leave it at that, Sloane, then it's simple. I did what any man should do."

Then it was time to begin walking back to his cabin, and it was his turn to question her once more. "Do you regret me stepping in?" He had wondered if things would be made worse by his interference, but never thought to ask her how she felt about the whole thing. Maybe he had only thought of himself, in some way, that he was making up for his own errs against his mother by rescuing this one woman. Maybe it was true, but that didn't discount the woman that would be staying with him now. If she had fears or regrets, then he wanted to know them. It was one thing to keep her safe from physical harm, but it was another to protect her from everything else - herself or whatever power her brother could hold over her.

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xEthan Knox ~ Hestia ~ #8B4513 ~ x

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~It was pretty evident that Nelly put her foot in her mouth again after a few reactions from Liv and even Andy. She saw Hecate's daughter look at her and instantly felt regret. Nelly knew one of her biggest flaws was to say what she was thinking and that often rubbed people the wrong way. She wasn't going to apologize for it, but she would apologize if it hurt someone. Seeing the couple leave, she made a mental note to apologize later. It wasn't long before Liv spoke to her though.

"I'm only going to say this one time, dear. You will be better off staying out of their drama. These girls here, they don't want help. They want everyone to feel just as sorry for them as they do for themselves. They want all the boys here to revolve around them and their fragile little egos, and these silly boys are more than happy to oblige."

~A little late for that, staying out of trouble at least.~ Nelly thought.

Also, Liv seemed to be jumping to quick conclusions here. She sounded so sure here. Also she wasn't making much sense either. What do these girls not want help with? Nelly couldn't help but look a little perplexed at Liv's statement there.

"I say, let them consume each other's time with all their bullshit. Me, I have training to do - things that are more important than your quest for gossip. Because while all of you are busy playing high school, I will be busy exploring all the ways that my powers could make people pay for their slights."

Ooh, that really burned, but Nelly wouldn't let it get to her. Liv was definitely someone to be aware of. Her being a child of Poseidon meant she was more powerful then her. She would make sure to stay on her good side. And being a gossip wasn't something Nelly tried to be, it just happened at times. Her father was definitely a talker himself. Her thoughts became jarred when someone showed up.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt. I was just wondering if this seat was taken. I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Sylas."

Liv was quick to introduce herself before leaving. Nelly kept her eyes on the new guy though. Even though she had her normal 'nice smile' in place, if there was one person she'd been told to be wary of, it was this guy. Her father told her Sylas was a Child of Eris when she inquired about him. Hermes knew how bad Eris could be. This was the person who was ultimately the reason for the Great Trojan war so Hermes never pulled pranks on her like he had with others, even Hades. Nelly then noticed that Sylas was bruised in some areas.

"Hi there Sylas, my name is Penelope, but most call my Nelly. And as you can see it's just me here now and I wasn't waiting for anyone. I actually got in last night from another trip. Now I hope I am not being a bother here, but are you okay?" she asked, pointing to his bruises.

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Pete's answer to her question scared Iliana. Yes he was definitely not fine. He was furious, but unlike Andy's temper, his was more like a volcano about to erupt rather then a storm, and those kinds of tempers could be more dangerous. He suddenly left and Iliana thought about him for a bit. She could tell he wanted to ask her more about her ordeal and in all honesty, she wasn't ready to talk about it. His statement about Ethan and Heath though had caught her off guard. It also made her think. It never occurred to her, but Pete was right, those two did do everything she asked them to. She had gotten use to Heath's attentions even growing up for he always wanted to protect her. He always been that way, especially after what happened to her recently. And Ethan had taken a break from college just to help her. Was she being selfish? Had she come to rely so heavily on Ethan and Heath so much that they didn't have their own lives to live anymore?

"Now that's a serious face. Care to share Lia?"

Ethan's sudden appearance caused Iliana to gasp in surprised.

"Oops, sorry Lia. I should have realized you were deep in thought."

Ethan saw Pete leave and figured he would check on Iliana. Iliana soon calmed down before answering his question. Ethan saw Iliana's serious face again as she handed him her notebook.

~Do I take up too much of your free time?~

"Where did this come Lia? Ethan asked, confused.

~Pete, the guy that was here. He mentioned something and it made me wonder if I demand too much of your and Heath's time. You two are always with me and rarely do anything for yourselves. Ethan I know you took a hiatus from college to help me. I don't want you and Heath to be around me so much if it means it's taking away from you enjoying your lives. I am sorry for being selfish.~

This gave Ethan pause. True, much of his currently life did revolve around helping Iliana, but he had made that choice. He knew how dangerous humans were and it was his choice to help Heath and Iliana. Heath had even told him how grateful he was to Ethan once and it made him feel wonderful to feel useful. Heath wasn't one to dish out compliments, so when he did give one, he always meant it.

"Listen to me Lia. You've been through hell and back in your life and I wanted to help. I think you're one of the strongest people I know and you've made great strides from the tragedies you've been through. You're also one of the most selfless people I know too and I've known a lot of people because you always are trying to help others. You're not forcing me to do something I don't want to do. I want to help. I know there will be plenty of times at this camp when I'll get to do my own thing. For now I am just content to hang out with you two since I am more comfortable with ya'll. Believe me though, I do want to meet everyone in this camp, even the more complicated ones."

Iliana listened and nodded. It was a lot to think of. One thing she knew she was going to do though, try to spend more time away from Heath and Ethan. She didn't have to meet everyone in this camp, or least get to know them, but there was no hurry either. That's when she remembered this morning's announcement.

~We're suppose to vote for a movie night or a campfire party night by the way. I don't care either way honestly, but I think I would prefer the campfire since there be more space so I can be alone if I want to, or leave early. I am going to go walk by myself for now. Can you tell Heath I will see you two later?~

Ethan nodded before Iliana got up, took her dirty dishes away and left. He soon left himself.

After Iliana walked out of the Main hall, she spotted Mason and another blonde. Her name was Trinity right? She remembered her from the trial. She didn't see anyone else though and not knowing what to do, just walked wherever her feet guided her. She ended up coming upon some cabins and saw the state of one of them. It had seen better days. Horrified, Iliana ended up approaching it before seeing two people exit it, one being a huge guy who look capable of damaging the cabin and the other was a dark haired woman. She had yet to meet these campers. They also appeared to be talking with each other. Not wanting to interrupt them, she started heading in another direction. Still the state of that cabin haunted her thoughts.

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Heath saw he was being a third wheel when he saw Cherise look at the other young man.

"Thanks for the information Cherise and yes, I'll see you two later.

He started heading back to the main hall when he saw Ethan coming towards him. Where was Iliana? He didn't have to wait long because Ethan took initiative.

"Iliana wanted to walk alone and wanted me to tell you that. Oh and a lot just happened after you left." he said before telling Heath everything that happened between Ajax, Alex, and Eve. He then talked about his talk with Iliana. Heath sighed.

"I'll be honest Ethan. I am always terrified that something will happen to Iliana when I am not with her. But my practical helps keep me sane because I know Demeter is even more protective of her daughter. So much so she told me she'll always have something watching her, even at this camp."

"Like what exactly?"

"Like tree nymphs or her own personal servants. Being the Greek equivalent of Mother Nature, Demeter does have a LOT of connections. Only Poseidon would have more since water covers more of the Earth then land."

"So what do you want to do now? Oh, there's an vote we have to do. We need to decide if we want a movie night or campfire party."

"Really? I'd rather stay in my room and read or work on my latest book. But then again the party idea might be best because then I can keep an eye on other campers. I still don't trust Mason when it comes to Alex. And we still need to find out what happened to Sylas."

"How about this then? I've been wanting to find time to work on some architecture ideas so why don't we head back to our cabin so you can work on your book and I can do that. Well we can do that after voting. Then this evening we can do the party. I was going to vote for partying anyway because I've been wanting to meet the rest of the campers anyway."

"Good idea. Oh, thanks for everything Ethan. You've been a great help, and I know you didn't have to be."

"Anytime man! I am just happy that Iliana is trying to do more things on her own."

This caused Heath to smile and the two headed off to make that vote.

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#2019-10-08 23:18:51, as written by mombie

C H E R I S E X B O Y S E
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Cherise caught cheating.

Keith cringed knowing he was due for some trouble again as Cherise looked at him the way she did and pulled down his shirt so he didn't have to flash the world for a second longer. Was it disgusting or just a decency thing?

"Wow, it's a miracle you survived. Oh, what's your name again? I am Heath by the way. I am new to this camp."

Keith frowned. "I know" was his initial response but he erased any bitterness or confusion quickly seeing as saying it in trial and in person were very different contexts. "Keith," he answered.

Cherise was a great buffer for his short reply, being pleasant and talking away as only she could. Her words assured the parting was all on good terms, although Keith could feel this undertone of mentally waggling her finger at him. He got up after her and followed, expecting more scolding to come at any second.

The walk to her cabin was short and sort of quiet, and that is due to the fact that she was inwardly trying to think of all the perfectly good reasons he had for not asking her earlier. But there were none. Then again, she sort of scolded him, so maybe he simply didn't get the chance to. However, more than likely, he was just a guy and guys are stubborn. It was simple, and that's the reasoning she let in.

Cherise opened the door to the cabin, and it was pretty bare. It appeared that she had tried to move the television someplace, but couldn't exactly carry it. It was sitting on the table, screen down. Also on the table are various types of ranged weapons that exist in the same family as a bow and arrow; crossbows, regular bows, and a compound bow that looked the most intimidating out of all of them.

A foot in her door was enough for Keith to freeze and take in the weapons. He wasn't sure what he was doing in her cabin anymore, whether that was to be healed or shot again to identify the arrow and bow that caused it. Silently and hesitantly he crept in a little further eyeing her bow collection. He managed to tear his eyes away to evaluate the space of Cherise's cabin.

Cherise took a moment to look back at him as if to assess his expression and judge his comfort level. "If I would have known you were going to end up in my cabin, I would have put them away. But don't worry, I don't have any in my room," she offered up that last bit as if it was the only comfort that she could bring him. He'd have to get used to it if they were going to be friends, as she told him before. Regardless, she nodded her head towards the room and slipped inside. Her bags are still mostly packed, and a few bits of clothing were strewn about as she looked for something to wear this morning. Otherwise, she's not a dirty person - just disorganized.

"You can just sit," she gestured to the bed. "And you know - remove your shirt completely so I can see the damage. I'm not a master of healing, but I think I am pretty okay." That was reassuring. Right?

Keith moved around complying. Sitting on the bed was easy and usually taking off his top was too, but he normally didn't care what hired nurses thought of his body, whereas Cherise was a different case. Internally, he knew nothing was going to get done with a shirt on and he didn't want to test her patience. Keith forced himself to nod and took it off. He bundled his shirt on his lap. Just because she had bits and bobs of clothes laying about, didn't mean he could throw his top wherever. "I guess so long as you don't make things worse, that's fine." He didn't know why he had bippity boppity boo you're healed standards from Cherise. He guessed that was kinda like her thinking he could conjure her things with a flick of his wrist.

"You know I'd like to get that perfect date with you," he began, observing her. At first, his eyes were on her hands, interested in how she healed him, if it required physical connection or if she hovered over him and would be done in a ray of light. Then he fixed his gaze on her face, perhaps missing the process entirely. "I'm not really in charge of my powers. I could always run to the hall and make you a coffee. Getting a VHS player for movie night might be a lot harder." He smiled slightly.

Being honest with himself, there was something intimidating about sitting on a girl's bed shirtless with her wearing a sports bra. And the rest of her running gear of course. Keith had to remind himself that's all it was. He was getting healed and she had gone for a run. He couldn't ruin things by touching her or kissing her no matter how close they got. Cherise was beautiful, approachable, helpful and had a love for bows but that didn't mean he could take advantage of her kindness.

She chuckled softly at him, turning away so that she can prepare herself. It took some fine-tuning her state of mind to get her healing to work. Normally she just healed herself if she was in pain, but to deal with others was...foreign. There hasn't been much practice out there. "Don't worry. I was partly joking, and I'm sure that everyone here isn't in complete control of anything. That's why we are here. Right?" She turned and flashed him a quick smile.

Then she walked to him, slowly closing the distance. Her eyes assessed the wound's severity, and she concluded that she could take care of most of it. He will still have a scar - she wasn't that great.

"Have you, uh, named your bows? Is there a Tyler and Fred out there?" Keith had to talk to distract himself from the thoughts as well as show he understood the bows and her were a package deal.

"I never thought about naming them," Cherise replied with a small shrug. She should have told him to lay down so it was all less awkward because she has to get much closer than she thought. Not that she minded. One of her hands laid over the wound, the other encircled his closest wrist. She leaned down just a bit, his face likely caught someplace at her neck. She probably smelled like sweat.

The fingers that rested against his abdomen would begin to feel warm, and if his eyes ventured down at all, they illuminate like golden rays of sunlight. Cherise was quiet throughout the whole process; eyes closed and grip tightening just a bit over his wrist. The deepest injuries would be healed first - sinew and soft tissue mended. There was no pain, only the slight pressure of muscle and perhaps even visceral tissue being repaired. The process took longer than one might see in the movies - a few minutes, give or take, for her to mentally gauge when she had healed the most damage she could. It was like...intuition or something. She wasn't sure. Regardless of the time, she eventually withdrew both of her hands, and herself, and looked down to see her work.

She was going to need a whole lot of practice.

The superficial damage at the skin level, unfortunately, remained. At best, it looked like a wound in the middle stage of repairing naturally. That is mostly because it's kind of tiring for her.

"Sorry. It's not that I can't, it's just that it's... draining." she sighed at him, a bit disappointed. "We can do it again tomorrow and see if I can get the rest. Unless you'd like to keep the scar?" She'd let him think about that some other time, leaving it as a sort of redundant question lingering in the air for now.

He felt around his stomach and smiled at her gratefully then cleared his throat. "I can let you have a shower and get changed." That was her initial plan over breakfast anyway. "I can also make it not weird by not sitting in your room as you do." Keith got to his feet and wandered out. "Hey, seeing as you don't even have your television set up - I mean I could help you with that if you wanted but what're your feelings towards some board games?" he called, unsure if he was competing with a closed door and water running yet. Keith spun sharply on his heel remembering his shirt then lowered his head. No, he couldn't storm on in her room now, he'd have to wait. Stupid absent mind. He slowly crossed his arms over his bare chest waiting awkwardly.

Cherise did close the door, but only partly. After all, she could get dressed and undressed in the bathroom. "Board games? Oh, I love to play games. Let's do that. Kill time," she agreed and shouted all of that from the shower. The shower only took a couple of minutes, and she threw on a comfortable pair of shorts and a tank top.

When Cherise was done, Keith reentered her room and plucked up his shirt promptly throwing it back over his head.

"I hope you are ready to lose," she teased him with a hip bump as she passed by. As they played, he'd find that Cherise is the world's worst cheater. So bad that, depending on the game, it backfired on her. Not that it stopped her from moving ahead one place when she thought he wasn't looking.

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After a decent play date, one without coffee and a VHS player, Keith left the daughter of Apollo's cabin, thanking her excessively. "Thank you again. I'll see you at the party. It's not far off now." With one more smile to her, and a last show of his clumsiness by stumbling out the doorway, he left for his own cabin. He should probably have reviewed his own choice of wear and how not to make a fool of himself.

She hung out at the door and leaned against the frame while he stumbled about. She wiggled her fingers at him, "See you later." She turned and closed her door so that she could take a nap before trying to figure out what to wear that says she is totally ready for a sleepover but isn't desperate.

That was hard.

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#2019-10-11 05:51:46, as written by mombie

C H E R I S E X B O Y S E

Apollo x Hex:#fa8072 x Outfit

She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she had a night out. The last few years had been relatively hard on her social life, and it almost seemed like she was starting at the very beginning of it all. If she were honest with herself, she’d say that she wasn’t really feeling up to going to a party. However, now that she was here and people saw her face, she might as well as show up.

As she passed by a mirror, she caught a quick glimpse of her face without make-up. She wasn't looking all that bad, and if there were going to be drinks involved, she considered leaving the heavy face paint at the door. Yeah, there was no need for it. Her complexion was perfect as it was aside from maybe a subtle wrinkle here or there that defined the fact that she must have worn a permanent scowl sometime in the past.

After perusing her bags for something worthy of gaining attention, she plucked out a dark red blouse. It was her favorite one because when she popped on some nude lipstick and thick black eyeliner, the features of her face really hogged the spotlight. She decided to pair it with a short black skirt that had cute leather accents and a pair of boots - without heels. Heels and the beach were not the best match, but this outfit sent the message she wanted it to. She held it up in front of her while standing at the mirror in nothing but a towel wrapped around her.

Yes, this was the outfit. It was true to Cherise's nature - a dash of daring, a splash of confidence, and all without having to look like a total bimbo on the hunt for a nightcap. She thought that it said she was ready to party and drink and maybe even get a dance or two with a couple of people. No one could love music more than an Apollo child. Well, perhaps Keith could rival that passion.

She tugged the attire on, buttoning and zipping things up while she roamed from here to there picking up pieces of jewelry that would compliment. She moved into the bathroom to put on a little bit of make-up - some eyeliner, mascara, and her favorite nude shade of lipstick that had a little pop of pink. She left her long hair down since it dried in soft waves.

"It's just a party, Cherise. Get a grip," she reminded herself in front of the mirror. The looking glass was her best friend; the one chance that she got to really look at herself and reaffirm or dismiss the way she felt about her life when she peered at her own reflection. Arriving at camp had given her a whole new set of insecurities, and the words of her father were still forefront. She couldn't afford to be a mess if she had responsibilities.

It didn't matter. She walked out of her room, located her super-secret stash of rosé, poured a glass only to end up drinking from the bottle. A little liquid confidence never let her down. And just so that she could have a reason not to hear anyone, she put in some earbuds and brought along her favorite tunes to stick in her pocket and listen to. Loudly.

After that, the walk to beach for campfire things, and she didn't bother to stop anywhere to see anyone.

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She arrived near the party at first, looking left and right and all around to see if anyone was watching. She drained a bit more of the rosé from its bottle, and gently laid it somewhere behind the trunk of a tree so no one would notice. Sure, she was a lively woman, but this was a new situation with new people.

She passed by a few people she knew, but with music in her ears she could get away with a little wave. Everyone seemed busy chatting away with others, so she took a moment to scope out the crowd - as... dull as it was temporarily. Did someone forget the party, or did demigods do it differently?

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Artemis x Hex:#ff0064 x Outfit

Just as she dared to stop, a familiar voice rang out behind her. "I see that someone is hitting the fermented fruit of the gods a bit early, hmm?" Rae stood behind her, beaming with bright sarcasm from her bright red lips with a smile that pretty much said, really?. She had the bottle of wine in hand and the other hand on her hip. "It wouldn't happen to be because you are nervous about that boy I saw leaving your cabin, would it?"

Cherise turned around to look at her, gaze flat and shoulders slouching. How does she always know?

"Oh, I always know, sweety. Nothing really gets by me." Cherise blinked. Was Rae a mind-reader, too, or just that good at reading her by now? She shoved the bottle into Cherise's chest after taking a sip or two herself, then clapped her hands out in front of her while her eyes scanned the growing crowd. "I am to stay only long enough to drag a guy to my cabin. "

She tangled her arm with Cherise's own, and ventured off to the party with her. They were a good looking pair of women. "That cute boy that left your cabin - does he like the two for one deal, or am I going to have to work the charm that I learned from self-help books and copious amounts of counseling?" The worst part was that she was actually being serious, and the thought that she'd actually ask him that kind of made Cherise laugh a bit.

Rae could tell that it was nervous laughter because the daughter of Apollo had a very nasty jealous streak, and she's seen it firsthand. Of course, Rae had only been mostly joking. Any guy that would hang out with Cherise probably wouldn't go for a gal like Rae, and that was fine. Someone around here was bound to exchange cabin numbers.

"Oh, I am only joking. I am fine with sharing, but not okay with your sloppy seconds. You know - because you'd murder me in my sleep and I would very much like to continue living." True story. Rae taught Cherise a great deal of things, and she didn't want it to come around and bite her in the ass later. Besides, they were besties, and girls have a code. At least... that is what she has been told. Many, many times by many, many other women that used to be friends. She didn't understand denying someone else what another person lost because of a set of social rules. Alas, in order to function in society with the fucked-up personality that Rae had, she obeyed these social nuances to the best of her ability. For the sake of her friends. And by friends, she meant friend - Cherise, which is the only person in the world that genuinely forgives her for all of the crimes against social norms that Rae commits unknowingly.

Cherise cocked her head to the side and spared Rae a brief glance, "I thought you said you weren't going to come at all."

Rae sighed, "You know very well that this is purely for educational purposes. I'm curious as to how the children of gods interact with one another. I wonder if they have the same likes and dislikes, or if they are paired the same as their parents - romantically and such. I'm fascinated, really. I don't think I am anything like my mother." That was a lie. She was just like Artemis, only slightly sociopathic.

The two girls would chat along the way, arm in arm and looking like they were the best of friends.

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#2019-10-11 06:43:53, as written by Zodia195

xEthan Knox ~ Hestia ~ #8B4513 ~ x

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xHeath Taylor ~ Athena ~ #808000 ~ x

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xxIliana Remington-Taylor ~ Demeter
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xxxxPenelope Givens ~ Hermes ~
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sylas was quick on the uptake and replied to her question.

"Oh, I'm peachy."

That obviously was a lie, considering the smile he gave when replying. Oh, well, she'd find out sooner or later. It wouldn't surprise her if he got into trouble and got beaten up for it. Sylas warned her about the Ares kids and about picking her friends wisely. There was a hidden meaning in that. Why the children of Ares in particular? Was one of them responsible for what happened to Sylas? It wouldn't put it past them. Trinity had been told to break Eve's arm if she misbehaved not too long ago and the blonde would have done it. She didn't remember Ares's son name, but she remembered he was a very huge man.

"Thanks for the warning. I like my face as it is."

Soon she finished her breakfast and Sylas took his leave of her, saying he hoped to see her at the party. She waved goodbye too. He was interesting, but she would still be wary of him.

After breakfast, Nelly spent her time exploring the camp and taking a lot of pictures. At one point she also made it a point to exercise at a training facility at the camp. By the time she was done with that, she had enough time to eat an early dinner, take a shower, and get ready for the party. She had been to different types of social events in her life, but none of them had been beach parties. She didn't have a traditional life by any means, which included a regular teen life. Keeping with the 'beach theme' though, she changed into something fun. She thought about taking her 'good camera' since it could take pictures in the dark, but seeing how this would be a party setting and it was a big camera, she decided not to bring it this time. Tonight was a night of getting to know people and having fun.

Exiting her cabin, she walked towards the beach and soon came upon the party. There were people already here. Soon she saw someone she had been wanting to apologize to, Andy. She came up to her with a cordial smile.

"Hey. My name is Penelope, but you can call me Nelly. Um . . I am sorry if what I said earlier this morning hurt your feelings. I am known to say what I am thinking and it's gotten me into plenty of trouble. Just know that whatever my actions are in the future, I would never intentionally hurt anyone. So yeah sorry."

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Both Ethan and Heath were able to get plenty of work done that day. Each spent their own time working on projects. They did take breaks though to get outside and jog a bit some time after lunch. Neither of them had seen Iliana almost all day. She did text them to let them know she was okay though. Iliana herself been exploring the forest area mostly, all the while keeping an eye out for other campers. At one point she ended up close that damaged cabin again and had felt such rage coming from it, even from a distance. It scared her so much she ran for the trees again. She sat behind a tree and rocked herself back and forth. Suddenly a figure came out of the tree itself and hugged Iliana. This startled Iliana but she settled down quickly realizing what it was. A tree dryad. Her mother told her a number of them had decided to stay at the camp for lookout reasons. Iliana let the dryad comfort her and soon fell asleep. She woke up and checked the time from her cell phone and this was when she texted her brother and Ethan. Seeing how late in the day it was she figured it was almost time for that party. She had no plans for 'dressing up', but she figured she'd better get something else to write on. She had a tablet to write on when it got darker. Decision made, she got up and headed out of the forest area, only to see someone coming out of that damaged cabin. Even from a distance she knew this wasn't one of the two people she saw earlier. Coming up closer and softly, she was close enough to make out it was Sylas. Was he the one she felt earlier that was raging? He didn't seem mad now. She was too far away to make out his emotions and she didn't want to risk getting any closer. She waited until he was out of her eyesight before rushing in the opposite direction, taking another route to her own cabin.

Ethan and Heath had just changed when Iliana came through the door. She was out of breath and both guys took note of that.

"Did something happen Iliana?" Heath asked her.

Once Iliana got her breath, she quickly wrote down all she saw after breakfast.

After reading what Iliana wrote, Heath asked, "Did you happen to get a good look at the two campers that came out of the cabin?"

~Unfortunately no, but I do remember them being male and female. The male was muscular and the female had dark hair. Um, can I take a shower really quick?~

Heath nodded and Iliana left the room to take a quick shower and get changed.

"I don't know about you, but this situation has me confused," Ethan commented.

Heath was trying to piece things together himself. If Sylas had been furious, there had to be a reason for it. Nothing ever happened without a cause. It might have something to do with the pair that Iliana saw earlier. And one of them had been a muscular male. Didn't Sylas have bruises on him this morning? Did they male have something to do with that? Iliana had been fortunate to not have been noticed by Sylas this afternoon, but the same couldn't be said for that couple. He would keep an eye out for two people that fit those descriptions.

"I am thinking that this muscular guy had something to do with the state of that cabin and Sylas's bruises. Now was for why Sylas would throw a fit, it could be a number of reasons. One thing is for sure, that man is dangerous as well as whoever damaged his cabin. We best keep an eye on Iliana too because she doesn't know if that one pair saw her."

"Right. Aw, there she is. I see you used that 'wind' technique to dry your hair, Lia," Ethan remarked as Iliana came back into the room, dressed and hair dried.

Iliana hated hair dryers and would normally let her hair dry naturally, but the only time she willing used her wind ability was to allow a little draft come through the window and it would dry her hair that way. She only used this when she was in a hurry though. Iliana nodded in response to Ethan's comment and grabbed a tablet.

"Lia, I want you to have fun, but let's be watchful and careful too okay?"

Iliana nodded and the trio left for the beach. By the time they arrived, others were there. They saw a redhead greet Andy, along with Sylas interacting with Evelyn. And Mason was with someone too. They had to do a double take. Heath himself looked very perplexed. Was that Keith? It looked like him, but by his mannerisms, he was acting totally different. Wanting to understand who this person was, Heath, followed by Iliana, approached the two.

"Good evening, um, Keith? Did something happen to you? You look different," Heath asked, coming straight to the point.

Iliana watched her brother. She never seen him look so baffled in her life and wanted to see if he would be okay.

Ethan had decided to mingle with others. He soon spotted Cherise with another camper. They looked to be close friends. Deciding to greet them, he headed over.

"Evening. Cherise right? I don't think I've properly introduce myself yet. My name is Ethan, and I am friends of Iliana and Heath. I was studying abroad in Scotland and that's how I met the two since I was staying with Heath. Who's your friend?"

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#2019-10-12 05:07:22, as written by mombie

C H E R I S E X B O Y S E & R A E X M E A D O W S

Apollo / Artemis x Hex: fa8072 / ff0064 x Outfit / Outfit

"Evening. Cherise right? I don't think I've properly introduce myself yet. My name is Ethan, and I am friends of Iliana and Heath. I was studying abroad in Scotland and that's how I met the two since I was staying with Heath. Who's your friend?" Right there, right then, Ethan must have realized that - at some point - he's about to walk into the Cherise and Rae sandwich that people think they wanted, but didn't know that they really didn't. Together, the girls were wild. Cherise had always been lively and outgoing - a free spirit that liked to have a lot of fun. Rae just didn't give a fuck about what the world thought about her, so she did as she pleased so long as there was a reason behind it.

So, the two girls looked at each other and grinned wide. They were devilish little grins that all but sealed the fate of this poor soul, and he would soon find himself on their radar. Hey, he approached them first. They were hot, so no one was going to blame him. Cherise laughed, already feeling the onset of slight inebriation, "This is my best friend in the whole wide world, Rae Meadows, daughter of Artemis."

The vibrant redhead pointed at him, "If I am judging the situation correctly, then I believe that you approached us first which means you are interested in something. In exchange for whatever it is you want, we require a dance. You see, we have these moves we used to bust out in school. We were always the talk of the dance." She placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side. The music was bumping and tunes that can really be bopped to are starting to kick it. This naturally made Cherise feel like she was in the right place, and Rae would do anything to seem more normal and blend in. As her mother insisted.

The two ladies grab both of Ethan's wrists and dragged him out, potentially against his will, toward the main scene where all the dancers were. If there were any. If not, well, that was well and all. At some point, Rae yelled out to Daniel, "Hey, Cherise's boy toy - grab us some beers and get some good music going!" They could get into themselves. Once they were placed where the music was most optimal for the gyration of bodies, the two of them assumed positions to the front and back of Ethan and began to dance.

Only, this wasn't the dance every guy dreamed of as he was sandwiched between two girls. They busted out the most ridiculous 70's dance moves that they could muster. They were getting funky with it, and likely to Ethan's embarrassment. These moves included things like the Bus Stop, the robot, the sprinkler, the bunny slope, wax on and wax off, the face wave, and so much more. Hell, they probably threw in their own made-up moves. That isn't to say Cherise didn't know how to dance in a way that would make a guy much more satisfied, but she's just going to have a good time for as long as she could before she, too, got roped into anything serious.

Yet, as ridiculous as the two looked, they were both drama-free thus far and generally jovial. They wouldn't trade their sorry dance moves for any drama in the world, and Cherise hoped that Ethan might join in the fun. Maybe that anyone would. Rae might not have the ability to be social with very many people, but Cherise knew how to kick her big smile into gear and get her into the spirit of a carefree good time. And carefree and out of control was really hard for Rae.

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#2019-10-13 19:48:42, as written by mjolnir

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Andy was about turn the handle and go back inside when she heard music just about blare behind her. Her face scrunched up slightly at the sheer volume of the party. She never remembered it being that loud. Who in the hell was in control of the volume? Maybe it was her subconscious telling her to just go inside or was it telling her to go to the party?

"It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life. For me. And I'm feeling good."

Andy's heart skipped a beat when she heard Daniel's—Keith's voice. What in the hell was he doing? She slowly spun around on her heels, glancing over her shoulder in the direction of the music. "Keith?"

He did some showy moves, flipping the microphone and kicking in beat with the song. "Oh freedom is mine, and I know how I feel." Andy's brows furrowed in confusion. Maybe it was everything that's been going on but nothing was sinking in. Was this some cruel prank that Keith thought would be funny? Was this Daniel? Had she officially lost her mind and was hallucinating?

"Andy, if you don't go to the party, who's gonna control your brother?" Daniel then extended his arms toward her expectantly.

"Daniel?!" her voice cracked. Andy ran toward him, jumping over the steps down from her porch. She practically leaped into his arms, nearly knocking him over when she collided into him. She held him so tight, that he'd probably complain about not being able to breathe but she didn't care.

"Hi, sis," he said quietly as he held her.

"How are you here? You died!" Tears fell from her eyes, ruining her makeup... again. But she couldn't care less. Gods did she miss him. "I can't believe you're here. I've missed you so much," she whispered.

"Now come on, things to do, people to see. 50 dollars says I can get 90% of camp's population to dance."

Daniel tried to pull her away and hold her at an arm's length. But Andy quickly wrapped her arms back around him, shaking her head. "Just one more minute, please?" She practically begged. Andy had no idea how time passed for him or what it was like. But for her, it was an eternity. Over a year without her brother. He could spare another moment or two before they went to the party. Gods knew she needed it.

Andy sighed as she finally let him free from her grasp, almost scared that if she let go of him, he'd vanish. Like it all was an illusion in her head. "Did you need to complete that outfit with a big long fluffy coat?"

She managed to actually laugh as she ran her fingers under her eyes, trying her best to fix her makeup. "It's not like I'm wearing a sequin jumpsuit," she quipped in response. Gods how long had it been since she had a normal lighthearted conversation? It felt nice. As Andy and Daniel walked side by side to the party, it almost felt like some of the weight had been lifted from her shoulders. For a brief moment she could breathe. But unfortunately, that didn't last long.

Andy's paced slowed when they reached the party as her brother quickly made his way toward Mason. On any other day she would have been right beside him but they still weren't talking. And if she smelled Eve's perfume on him it'd make her nauseous. She stood there awkwardly at the edge of the tree line scanning the people who had arrived. But before she saw anyone of worth a red head popped up right in front of her with a smile. She remembered the girl from earlier, gossiping about Andy's personal life like it was some trash TV. Suffice it to say, she did not return the smile.

"Hey. My name is Penelope, but you can call me Nelly." Andy didn't care. Maybe under different circumstances she would have been her old bubbly self. But not now. It was hard enough for Andy to bite her tongue the first time. "Um . . I am sorry if what I said earlier this morning hurt your feelings. I am known to say what I am thinking and it's gotten me into plenty of trouble. Just know that whatever my actions are in the future, I would never intentionally hurt anyone. So yeah sorry."

"Just leave my personal life out of it," Andy said before she felt an arm drape across her shoulder. Some of her tension faded away when she saw it was Trinity, even managing a soft smile.

"Look who decided to show." Andy rolled her eyes playfully at the comment. Like Trinity would have let her stay locked up in her cabin. "Hey Nelly, I'm Trinity." She gave Nelly a firm handshake, which Andy could only imagine was far more aggressive than it looked. She had to resist the urge to laugh. Trin wasn't the subtle type, one of the many reasons they were friends.

Trinity turned her attention to Andy. "Did you want to get a drink, Ando?" She was doing what any good best friend would do, getting her out of an awkward encounter. In time she'd forget Nelly's comments, but it was still fresh and she was in no mood to fake friendly. Trin's head then leaned toward hers as she spoke lowly, "You good?"

Andy held her friend's gaze and gave such a minor shake of her head, anyone else might have missed it. But it didn't seem Trinity was good either. The arrival of Wes caused the blonde to instantly tense. "I know that look," Andy said quietly.

But before she was able to tug Trinity away toward the drinks table, or just far enough away from a private conversation, Nelly had more to say. "Hello, Trinity. Nice evening huh? I got in last night so that's why I am late. I am still learning the ropes here so if you have any recommendations, I'll gladly take them. Is this ya'll's first year here or have both of you been here before?"

Andy's arm wrapped around the middle of Trinity's back, her hand gently grasping her friend's side. "Sorry, not to be rude." Although she kind of did. "But we need a moment in private."

Without anything else to add to the present conversation, she led Trin away, slowly walking them toward the drinks. Which, coincidentally, was where Wes was. "Do you think maybe you're being a little hard on him?" Andy asked, nodding her head toward Wes who's back was toward them. "He never questions you about your male friends." She saw the look Trinity made when she saw him with Alex. She understood her jealously, it was natural. But Wes had better tastes than Alex. "I doubt he has a dishonest bone in his body. He's arguably one of the nicest guys at camp. He's crazy about you... And he makes you happy." With her final words, Andy slowed them both to a stop, turning to face Trinity.

"Don't be dumb like me and ruin a good thing." She gave Trin's arm a reassuring squeeze with a smile. "I'm going to go take a shot... or like five," Andy joked. "But you should go talk to him. 5 bucks says, he's already forgiven you." Not that Trinity was in the wrong, she was entitled to her own feelings. But if she tried to apologize, Wes was already over it. He was too infatuated with her to stay mad.

Andy retreated, walking backwards towards the refreshments. She motioned her thumb toward Wes's back and gave Trinity a wink. She then spun around and went to the far end of the drinks table, giving Wes and, in particular, Alex, a wide birth. Have a good time. Don't think about it and don't get too drunk. Easy. Then it seemed the second that all went through her head, it went out the window. Andy took two shots of whatever was out, then grabbed a bear. No more.

She started toward the bonfire and almost froze when she saw the back of Ajax. Andy took a deep breath, not wanting to divert her path. She felt like that would be obvious and someone would notice, someone like Mason. But he wasn't dumb and probably could tell without anything being said. Andy slowly approached and took a seat on a different log than the one he and Duke sat on that was a couple feet away. After taking a couple sips of her beer, she sparred a glance toward Ajax as he stood up to follow after his friend. When she caught his gaze, Andy gave him a slight wave of her fingers and a brief smile before he left. It was weird. They were so close but felt miles apart. Any other party she'd be right there beside him, maybe even sitting in his lap if he had his way. But, now they were like strangers.

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Evelyn did not seem pleased about Sylas asking her for a favor. And here he thought she'd love the opportunity to have the upper hand, a moment to revel in the fact that he came to her for help. Regardless of how minor his ask was. After a moment she took the bottle. "I would but you didn't even say please." Her smug expression made Sylas chuckle. "In fact, you should be begging me for this small little favor of yours. Or at least make your case of why I should help you," she added as she hid the bottle behind her back.

Sylas took the bait stepping forward to close a little bit of the distance between them. "Please, Evelyn, would you satisfy the demon in me by charming that little bottle?" His brow raised while the rest of his face remained fairly serious. He leaned his head in so that his lips were near her ear as he spoke softly. "I'll make a fair trade for your services." Sylas pulled his head back just enough so he could hold her gaze. "I'll give you one question," he said as he held up his index finger. "Any question and I'll answer it, honestly. No lies, omissions or ambiguity."

After a moment or so, Evelyn withdrew the bottle from behind her back and held it out to him. "Our little secret."

"My lips are sealed," he grinned as he took the bottle from her delicate fingers.

"Don't get too excited. Really wanting somebody varies on intention." Sylas nodded his head and gave her a silent salute with the top of the bottle to his forehead. "I look forward to seeing who you're after. Good luck."

Sylas might have added a comment about how he didn't need luck, or something else around those lines. Instead he gave her a wink and headed toward the bonfire where he planned to announce his fun activity. But then he saw the big idiot arrive with none other than his sister, which temporarily diverted his attention.

The fresh air from their walk to the beach cleared Sloane's head. Being lightheaded and dizzy was not an ideal condition while drinking. Not that she was the drinking type. She stopped just outside the tree line, taking everything in. Nothing too crazy was going on yet, some dancing and drinking, but fairly calm. Maybe she'd be lucky enough to wonder about for an hour then disappear back to Liam's cabin, away from everyone. She was about to take a step forward in the general direction of the bonfire when she caught sight of her brother beelining straight for them. "He's coming this way," Sloane said under her breath toward Liam, but didn't divert her eyes from her brother's fiery and direct gaze.

Before Sloane could even try to grab Liam's arm and divert them in a different direction, Sylas was there. "Sloane. Liam." He gave his best fake smile as he grabbed Liam's shoulder. "How's the new roomie situation going?" he asked with a grin and a tight squeeze of the brute's deltoid. While they were still in physical contact, Sylas let his powers flow into Liam. Kick her out. You don't want Sloane. She's a burden. Pathetic. After a moment when nothing happened, he moved his hand from Liam to point at his sister. "You used your powers on him... didn't you?"

Sloane shifted where she stood, her fingers twiddling and tugging at the sleeves of her shirt. She didn't say anything, just sideways glanced up at Liam before looking back to her brother. Sylas shook his finger as he laughed smugly. "She's a smart one isn't she?... Makes me wonder what she sees in a big idiot like you?"

Sloane quickly spun on her heels, moving between the two. She turned her back to Sylas as she pressed her hands to Liam's abdomen, trying to stop him from lashing out. "Don't. He's just trying to get under your skin. If you to hit him first, you'll look like the bad guy," She said quietly as she looked up at him. Sloane wouldn't be able to stop Liam if he was set on murdering Sylas in front of everyone. But she hoped he'd listen to her rather than her brother.

"Yes, tame your beast. It's only a matter of time before your control over him fades. And then what, dear sister?"

"I don't control him," Sloane replied coldly, before looking over her shoulder toward her brother. "I'm not you."

"How adorable. You asked his permission didn't you?" Sylas shook his head, laughing softly as he tossed the bottle in his hand. "She's obviously taking advantage of you big boy. You fought her battles, give up your home... even let her worm her way into your mind willingly. Is she that good in bed?"

Sloane's jaw clenched as her gaze moved to the ground and her hands fell from Liam's chest. Her cheeks began to flush, getting so red it nearly outshined her lipstick. "Who are we kidding? Sloane here is a prude." Sylas raised his hand to stroke his sister's cheek with his index finger. "I doubt she's ever been kissed." He chuckles before wrapping his arm around Sloane's shoulders. "Let's change that, shall we?"

Her eyes went wide as Sylas tugged her away from Liam. Although his face was friendly and he appeared to be walking with her amiably, his grip on her arm was strong, almost challenging her to struggle against him. She was barely able to keep up with his long strides, frequently glancing over her shoulder toward Liam. She didn't want him to start a fight, not here in front of everyone. That'd give her brother what he wanted. He was going to continue to push Liam and herself until one of them caved.

Sylas came to a halt near the bonfire, but didn't release his hold on Sloane, instead leading them both to step up on a log. He raised his free hand to his lips letting out a loud whistle. Once he had everyone's attention, he gave a charming smile before speaking. "I don't know about all of you, but my sister and I think that what this party really needs... Is a game!" He holds up the bottle, wiggling it slightly.

He jumps down from the log, leaving Sloane to slowly step down on her own while he walks around the fire. "I'm sure you've all heard of 7 minutes in heaven." Sylas smirked. "I was content with a simple game of spin the bottle, but Sloane's itching for something a little more exciting." He slowed his pace until he was standing before Andy. "Andy, would you mind conjuring up something a little more... private?"

Andy slowly sat up right, tapping her fingers against her beer. She didn't want to be a part of this game, but Sylas didn't look like he was going to let anyone get away with sitting out. She sighed, before extending her left hand with her palm up. As her hand raised, a closet rose up from the ground on a farther edge of the beach, a hundred or so feet away.

Sylas smiled as he turned back around to face the rest of the campers. "I'm sure you all are familiar with the rules." He tapped the brim of the bottle to his bottom lip as he scanned everyone. "Now who should go first?" At one point he slowed down before Sloane. "It'd be unfair to give it to you first. After all, this was your idea... You'll just have to wait your turn." He grinned looking between her and Liam.

But then he spun around and walked directly up to a particular blonde, that he was very interested to learn more about. Eve. Sylas flipped the bottle in his hand, before holding it out to her. "The honor is yours."

Sloane crossed her arms over her chest. She hated when he did stuff like this, spun things around on her. He made it seem like this was her master plan, so if she left... Well, she couldn't. With a sigh, she took a seat on a log as far from her brother as possible. This was going to be a long night.

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"You've never allowed one arm to get you down, though, which is pretty damn awesome if you ask me."

Wes chuckled softly. "Well, thank you. I couldn't very well bitch about something that was my own fault, now could I?"

Alex hooked her arm in his as they headed through the woods toward the party. She seemed happy at the little decorations of lights leading to the beach and the prospect of a party. It did always seem to lighten moods for most of the campers. Wes just hoped that it might be an opportunity for him and Trinity to... move forward maybe. If that was still an option. He hated it that she was mad at him for something he didn't do. Or maybe he did and he was just too much of an idiot to realize it. Wes just hoped, whatever it was, he could fix it.

"Let's make this a night to remember."

He smiled toward her, then quickly ducked away when she tried to tickle him. "Woah, none of that." He laughed, holding his index finger up in contradiction.

Wes slowly trailed after Alex toward the concession table, where there was an ample amount of food and a variety of drinks available. He hadn't quite realized how completely famished he was until he smelled the food. He wasted no time fixing up a burger and snagging a beer to drink along with it. He barely ate all day with his stomach in constant knots. Now with food in front of him, he had to fight to urge to shove it down in a single bite.

"If there's any dancing... you going to ask Trinity?"

He froze with the burger held to his lips. "I want to... I just... I don't know if she'd agree."

Wes took a large bite out of his food as he turned around to observe the party. He froze, mouth full, when he saw Trinity standing a few feet in front of him. He stood there... awkwardly as he tried to quickly chew and swallow the the food. "Trinity... You look gorgeous." Wes looked awkwardly between his burger, beer and then Trinity. He quickly set what he held onto the table and dusted his hands off on his pants. "Can I get you a drink?"

Shortly after he asked, Sylas made a loud show beckoning everyone to join in on a game. Wes didn't know how he felt about partaking. He didn't need another reason for her to be mad at him. He slowly took a step toward Trinity, motioning toward the bonfire. "Did you want to join? I wouldn't kiss anyone... just stand there awkwardly for 7 minutes." He quickly continued adding another comment. "I mean, you can kiss whoever you want though... Or we could just walk around. Or I could leave you alone. I just want you to enjoy yourself... to be happy."

Gods was he putting his foot in his mouth. Wes awkwardly chewed on his bottom lip. He didn't know how to fill the silence, so instead he grabbed another beer. He popped it open, then held it out toward her, almost like a silent peace offering. He was content to wait until she decided his fate for the evening.

7 minutes in heaven

1. The person who receives the bottle, spins it and it will land on whomever they want. Doesn't have to be for romantic reasons, just whomever they desire.

2. They are locked in the closet for 7 minutes.

3. Afterwards the person who the bottle landed on (not who spun it) picks who goes next.

disclaimer: I suggest writing a collab between the two characters going into the closet, so that it isn't a bunch of back and forth posts and so it doesn't take forever for one round. It could be easy enough to include the spinning of the bottle, time in the closet and choosing the next person in a single collab.

Any questions, let me know :)

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a character in “Camp Athens II”, as played by mombie

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