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season: late fall | weather: chilly


everyone is currently at breakfast, which has recently been moved inside due to the cold winds that have been plaguing the camp. the events of late seem to have not taken a toll on the general atmosphere of the dining area, but there are those that are still mourning. though the mood seems airy, it sobers and becomes heavy as brutus, the camp director, calls the attention of all the demi-gods present. the loud and obnoxious conversation dies down as he begins to speak. 

 

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brutus

time: 8:30AM


this was the type of thing he dreaded as the director of camp daybreak. young deaths were an inevitable part of the lives of all the young demi-gods that currently surrounded him, but that didn't make it any easier when someone he felt paternal instincts towards was ripped from his grasp. now, four of his 'children' were dead and a fifth was barely hanging on. he couldn't leave it unaddressed. he had tried, but he could feel the panic levels of the camp beginning to rise.

it was easy getting the attention of them all, surprisingly, for once and he shifted uncomfortably where he stood. not because of all the attention, but because of the topic he was going to be speaking about. he had fought in many battles throughout his life and none of them had scared him nearly as much as this did.

"i hope this morning finds you all in good health, but there are pressing matters that we must discuss as a whole. as a family," his tongue ran over his lips. "the death of our fellow demi-gods has indeed taken a toll on this camp and on those who knew them. the possibility of another death is not helping those feelings of remorse and grief. with that said..."

he paused. he didn't want to say it out loud. didn't want the possibility of even more deaths to be real. once he said it, it was set in stone and the consequences would follow whether he wanted them to or not. but, he had to.

"some of you may have noticed that ander is not present. that is due to the fact that his ability of foresight has been acting up significantly since the mysterious poisonings. this morning, he was struck with a vision that caused him to bleed from the eyes."

the silence was loud. the fact that not a single one of the young adults/teenagers had whispered to their sibling or friend next to them was frightening. it was driving him mad, but he let his tongue lave over his lower lip a second time, before he continued.

"when he came to after the vision, he spoke of a quest."

that was when the talking began. excited shouting filled the room. there hadn't been a quest in years and for most of the demi-gods, it was the one thing they wanted to be apart of, simply to prove themselves. it wasn't a topic that was mentioned lightly, especially by any of the staff when talking to the younger demi-gods, who got over-excited at the mere idea of one. with the help of maggie, he was able to quiet them so he could continue.

"he described the prophecy that had filled his head. he's convinced it was said to him by the spirit of the oracle herself. i had my suspicions, but due to the deaths we've experienced, it is not surprising that a quest would rise up at such a dire time. not only did he hear the prophecy, but he saw the faces of those that will take part on the quest."

more shouting, though this time it was harder to quiet.

"i will not reveal the names here, for i know how competitive the majority of you are. but, this quest is not a joke. the very life of the camp and everyone within it will ultimately depend on the success of these five people. they will have to use their skills to pick apart the prophecy and to master the challenges that lie ahead. enjoy your breakfast."

as he left the hall, he could hear the shouting growing louder. he hadn't seen this level of excitement since the last quest. he couldn't help the sick feeling rising up in his stomach.

 

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           jax

attire | mood: restless | tags: fe @Mortem
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There wasn't any physical training for Jax that day, which was both a blessing and a curse. His lack of physical strength, even though he was a dancer, was undoubtedly troublesome not only for him but everyone who had to train with the Canadian. Nonetheless, the posh 19 year old never let his weakness get to him and like every other day that he spent working on his abilities, he showered first, dressed, and joined the rest of the camp for breakfast.


Felix was easy to spot, his strawberry brown hair standing out like a rose in a field of daisies. He made his way over to his Australian counterpart, a smile on his face as he thought of how he'd antagonize his friend today. As his bottom met the hard surface of wood, he let out a content sigh as warmth radiated from his left. After a few seconds of idle chatter with the other's who sat near him, Jax turned to Felix, a mischievous grin dangling on his lips.


"Good morning," he purred in the male's ear, a hand resting dangerously on Felix's thigh as he ignored the stares of others. His sea blue eyes observed Felix's reaction with amusement, before his attention, like the rest, was thrown towards their camp director, Brutus.


The words that left his lips were not a surprise, and yet it was at the same time. Jax was not a mind-reader or foreteller, but his uncontrollable ability to enter the dreams of others meant he'd inevitably catch things. A part of him knew what had happened to Ander, because he could almost feel something last night. It kept him up later than usual, one, because he'd never felt something like that before and two, because he could literally see fear. 


At the mention of a quest, goosebumps began forming quicker than thoughts. The fear he felt suddenly became overwhelming and vivid flashbacks to all the indescribable dreams began resurfacing. His hand tightened on Felix's thigh, to the point of his knuckles turning a ghostly white. The pain Jax felt in some of his dreams was fighting its way back and the urge to vomit became increasingly strong. He didn't understand why everyone was so excited to take part on a quest, but then again, so few were able to witness and experience the things Jax could.

 

[Aster]

Fabien Sanders

[SIZE= 12px] Fabien was a lot of things but grim was not one of them. The death of his fellow peers undoubtedly weighed heavily on the back of his mind but the male had been lucky enough (surprisingly) not to have developed any notable bonds with those who died. He mourned for them nonetheless, like any caring individual, but continued to carry out his days with the same air of nonchalance he always carried. Times were getting harder and there was no doubt about it; however, it was up to them on how they'd like to face the upcoming troubles. Fabien, for one, would much prefer to face it with smiles instead of frowns. It made the place much more livelier.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]Seated at the table with his spoon drawing shapes in the taste-less mash on his plate, dark optics glanced around the dining hall, landing on a particular Australian male seated at the table across him. The sight of Felix had always drawn a smile out of Fabien easily, though he could never put his finger on the reason why. The two hadn't talked much but Fabien found that they did not need to for him to have a good impression of Felix. The happy gesture left as quickly as it came the moment Jax slid himself besides the strawberry brunette.  Smile fading from his visage, the spoon in hand sank deep into the mash, causing metal to clink forcefully against the surface of the plate. When the director called for the students' attention, Fabien was more than glad for the momentary distraction.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]Dread pooled back in his stomach as Director Brutus made his announcement, concluding it with the promise of a quest for five chosen adventurers. While those around him cheered and chattered in hushed excited tones with high hopes of getting chosen, Fabien was in the far opposite.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]Getting chosen for a quest meant attention and running away from the spotlight was exactly what the male did best. The last thing he wanted was to get chosen for something as burdensome as an all-important self-fulfilling prophecy. Should any of the questers fail, it would only mean the certain doom of many. Blood would be on their hands. But if they succeeded, well, all goes well and if they're lucky enough people will sing tales of them for a good duration of three weeks. In Fabien's mind, the cons definitely outweighed the pros.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]A quest-er, hah. No, thank you. Fabien was perfectly fine staying at camp ogling at pretty faces like Reuben and Agate. Of course, destiny had other things in store for him.[/SIZE]

 

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ander

time: 8:37AM | outfit (x) | mood: bleh


the first thing that registered as he woke was pain. his eyes hadn't even opened, but he knew that as soon as he opened them, the bubbling of feeling in his head would turn into searing pain. but, despite this, he opened them and quickly groaned, clutching his hands to his head tightly. he curled into himself, letting the pain reduce to a dull ache, before he removed his hands and pushed himself up.

ander considered taking a shower, his body feeling greasy and gross, but eventually decided that he wasn't going to. even though it could, potentially, help with his head. his brain was too clouded with the visions that had tormented him for what seemed like hours when, in reality, it had only been minutes. the thought of the quest and those going on it was making him sick to his stomach, for he wasn't among them and wouldn't be able to provide any guidance should they need it.

a sigh raked it's way from his throat and he stood from the bed, walking over to look out the window directly across from the bed. it was breakfast time. he could tell by the vacancy of the camp and the lights on in the main hall without even sparing a glance a the clock. he considered exiting the main house to attend, but ultimately decided against it. he settled for crawling back into the large bed he'd been given. it was much nicer than the small bunk he normally slept on and he would relish in the comfort of it for as long as he possibly could.

he wanted to stay in that bed forever and not move. not suffer from another vision, not crawl onto a stiff bed with a body aching from the classes he'd been teaching. he wanted to world to freeze. he knew that was impossible, but it didn't stop him from wanting it. but, for the moment, he continued to lay there and let himself be consumed by sleep, his mind exhausted from the stress it had undergone.

 

[eclipsa]

 

R O W E N
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mood: lol -- attire: x -- location: cafeteria -- mentions: ander & caine & donovan - tags:  n/a
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In truth, the two girls at the table had no qualms about who went on the quest -- unless it was either of them, or a select handful of people they cared about. With any luck, they'd be fine and so would those aforementioned. They weren't that powerful, and frankly, they didn't have the most useful skill sets when it came to questing. Though, Rowen still didn't realize how powerful she was and Acacia was far from aware of the depth of her necromantic abilities.


Ander had had the vision, which sent a sense of scorn through Rowen. Why she hated him, she wasn't entirely sure, but she wanted to rip his throat out.  She could only imagine Caine rushing to his side to comfort him, pathetic really. She couldn't stand either of the males, and wouldn't be phased to watch them die. The thought of the two together brought visions of Donovan into her mind. A brief smile passed her lips as she scanned the crowded room for him. Truthfully, she had worn heels simply for the fact that he tended to stare at her when she did.


"Stop daydreaming about the counsellor and focus." Acacia huffed. "What if it's Red? Or Rai?"


Though you wouldn't know it if you didn't know her personally, the daughter of Persephone had a soft spot for those she cared about. The only thing about the quest that she paid any mind to was the fact that someone was going, and it could very well be one of those people she cared about. Red was one of her closest friends -- ranked as high as the girl sitting across from her -- and the thought of her going on such a dangerous quest scared the raven haired girl, despite knowing full well that her friend could handle it. Then her thoughts shifted to Rai. Where was he anyway?


"Look," the porcelain skinned vixen responded, turning to face her friend, "even if they do go, they'll be fine. They're both perfectly capable of handling themselves. Stop worrying, it'll ruin your perfect complexion." A glare to a passing stranger and then another smile to her friend.



 

A C A C I A
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mood: worried -- attire: x x -- location: cafeteria -- mentions: red & rai -- tags: n/a
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rita morroe

attire | mood: eh | tags: girl trinity
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A quest. That was something Red both dreaded and found exciting, though overall she could have cared less. Yes, possibly being chosen as one of the five would be an honor, but there was no denying the empty worry she felt. And she never worried.


The danger that came with a question was unavoidable, and she'd only hoped the more experienced demi-gods were chosen. Red knew, however, that regardless of skill and power, a prophecy was a prophecy and there was no going against that.


The dark-skinned Honduran glanced at her two friends, who sat not to far from her own table. Her jaw clenched at the thought of one of them being chosen not out of jealousy, but fear of losing them. What if it's one of them? she thought, her temperature rising at her own question. 


Sighing and calming herself down, Red left her fellow brothers and sisters to join her best friends. Her lips weren't curved upwards, of course, but her friends understood the serious woman enough to know that a simple wave meant a thousand hellos.

 

[Sophrosyne]

      
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    Oliver Alcott 

| mood: calculating | attire: xx |
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| Mentions: Maë, Gemini, Ander |
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   With fingertips picking at the stray threads of wool that hung off his beige sweatshirt, Oliver slid through the row's of seating until he found a section of tables that were, for the most part, abandon. On a good day, Oliver would generally seek out the company of Maë or Gemini and join them for breakfast, but seeing how both of the two had not arrived yet, he figured it'd be a perfect place to sit and escape the early morning gossip that had recently plagued the camp. Setting his plate on the table, Oliver dropped onto the wood seating, retrieving the book he had brought from his cabin. Despite the thick material the burgundy haired male had on, he still couldn't shake away the cold sensation that rippled down his spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. It was almost as if the weather could sense the tragedy of the events that have occurred and shifted colder in a period of mourning. Like Picasso's blue period, except using the wind as the form of symbolism, instead of paint. The Son of Phobos shifted the tray away in the slightest to give adequate room to place the book. After the poisonings, Oliver rather not risk eating for a bit.


    Arm's wrapped around his middle, Oliver wasn't sure how long he had been reading before his attention was drawn from the novel by an unusual silence that suddenly filled the pavilion. Upon further inspection, he realized that Mr. Brutus, the camp director, had stood and was prepared to speak. Oliver gently closed his book and tilted his head at the realization that the director's features were hinted with fear. Surely, he couldn't be afraid of the attention, Oliver was convinced, seeing as how he's spoken many speeches in front of the crowd. But as the man began to speak about the recent deaths, Oliver got his answer to his confusion. He could understand the anxiety the older man was feeling; one bad choice of wording could cause a worse panic than was already present. In all honesty, he considered himself lucky. Oliver hadn't been close to the four campers that had passed away, hell he hadn't even known their names until after the news spread through the camp. He wasn't sure how he would have handled it if he found out that one of the fatalities had been someone close to him. But he did know Ander. A friend of his friend was all, but it was still hard to hear about the poor shape the boy was in.


   With the soft mention of a quest, the Son of Phobos exhaled sharply as terror seeped into his blood, turning his veins to ice. The essence of fear had blossomed far too quickly for the dark haired boy to throw up any mental shield. Taking a deep breath, Oliver's blue orbs flickered around the room, trying to pinpoint a few of the individuals that were saturated with such a heavy level of distress. But with the campers being closed knitted, he found it nearly impossible to focus on a single aura and trying to single out the emotion was causing his vision to strain. Instead, Oliver chose to turn his attention back to Mr. Brutus as he continued to explain what little details of the quest he had to offer. When the man finished his speech and turned to leave, the volume of the pavilion cranked up. Oliver didn't understand how some were so excited for being one of the chosen. Sure, you get to leave the camp, but at what cost? Joining a quest was like a death sentence, Oliver would say if asked. But this time, there would be no joining. No free will. The five had already been chosen. Their fate decided. He couldn't think of a crueler destiny than one that you couldn't choose.


   Oliver lifted his hands to rub at his eye's, a headache setting in from the stimulus presented. 

 

[philocaly]

 
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Charlotte "Charlie" Zhang

Location: Cafeteria // Attire: xxx // Tags: N/A
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Charlotte didn't like eating in big dining halls. In fact, she dreaded eating in big dining halls. They always felt so empty and spaced out. Especially now, when the death of her peers brought her mood down tenfold. Actually, no, it wasn't the death that brought her mood down. It was more of the guilt that came with the knowledge that she still had stolen items from them stashed in her closet, it made her feel like a grave robber, though the items were stolen when the few were alive, the fact didn't comfort her one bit. Her eyes wandered across the table, sighing as she ultimately realized that she really had no friends here. Probably because they didn't want to risk their items being stolen, because Charlotte was such a kleptomaniac. She chuckled to herself in pity, before prodding at her food with the shoddy metal fork she'd been given. It wasn't very appetizing honestly, kind of just looked like a glob of... Stuff. Definitely not food.
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She apprehensively took a small portion of the food, chewing slowly as she let the flavor sink in. Was it even a flavor? It kind of just tasted mushy and bland, it left a bad after taste in her mouth, a gritty soggy after taste. She left her food alone as she thought about the mission. Charlotte wouldn't mind going honestly. Death seemed like some form of sweet release to her. But she'd definitely be a little worried if say... Maë were to go. She wasn't exactly super close with the girl, but Charlotte felt like she knew her well enough to say that Maë was a friend. Sort of. 
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Charlotte took a sip of her water. It was just plain water, washing away the gritty aftertaste of the lump of... Mush? A deep sigh left her lips as she set her glass down. Well, it probably wouldn't be her anyway. Probably one of the more talented people in the camp. Red? Acacia? Maybe even Blake. If it really was Blake though, she'd be worried too. Not that Blake couldn't handle herself of course, she was probably one of the most capable people she knew. The thought of losing a friend though... Ouch. 
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[chamomile]

// G R E E R    B J O R N
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greer // feeling anxious  --  location // cafeteria
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  outfit // (x)  --  tags // n/a
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The morning was going great. Beautiful weather, cold winds on her skin and no food on her plate. All until the director called for the attention of the campers. She watched and listened intently as he spoke of the grave and alarming news. News well known for providing the restlessness around camp, staying there, sealed in a container. Tension that will never leave. To add, Brutus announced a quest, which had the dining hall erupting in noises of approval.


Greer ran her fingers over the short braid of her hair, as low chatter continued after Brutus had left the hall. Quest? Ha, she couldn't care less. Unless, of course, she was picked.


There was nothing more troubling to her than thinking about the odds. This was what they trained for. The archery, the sword fighting, the powers. All to fight monsters. Monsters they haven't seen before, and monsters she didn't want to meet. Or maybe it's not monsters and something worse altogether. Was she ready? The blonde couldn't tell. Maybe it's because they were too comfortable living in this dome of shelter. This safe haven.


It's not so safe now, is it?


"Greer, aren't you excited?"


She glanced next to her. Her eyes landed upon Janni, a young sibling who was practically hopping in her seat. Excitement is the last thing she would feel in a situation like this. Annoyance flashed by as her brows furrowed, before relaxing again. She peeled away her jacket and tied it around her waist.


"No," she answered, "because someone is going to die on that quest." Her monotonous Swedish accent only gave away composure and self-control.  But inside, thoughts flew around at the possibilities of the worst case scenario. She was worried for her friends, worried over the safety of the camp and worried slightly for Ander, whom she has never been close to but nonetheless cared for. Maybe she should visit him afterwards. "I don't want to be there when that happens."


[SIZE= 12px]Greer found solace as she took another silent sip from her beverage, filled with clear cold cubes which added warmth trickling down her throat and spine. Janni forcefully plop herself back down and grumbled something about her pessimism. She ignored her and downed the rest of her drink into her lips, crushing the ice with her molars. The stiff sensation in her chest escapes.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]She sighed. Now we watch everything unfold.[/SIZE]

 

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         silky

attire | mood: lmao | tags: maê @m o n a c h o p s i s
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Cold air seemed to finds it's way under Zevon's off-white hoodie, even with the petite Maë perched on his lap and providing warmth. It was odd how Zevon felt nonchalant towards Brutus's words, but it wasn't surprising. He's always been somewhat detached in regards to things such as death. The only thing that seemed tp spark a thread of interest was the mention of a quest.


Like a majority of his other demi-gods, excitement filled him quicker than any other feeling could. A quest meant something life changing, life threatening. It wasn't the honor that came with being chosen as one of the five that Zevon found alluring; it was the fact that his life would possibly be put in danger. Twisted, he knows. But he felt all the more enraptured with each passing second.


The 21 one year old Caribbean male could suddenly feel the sadness being shed from his redheaded friend, giving her a small, comforting smile in hopes of making her feel better. Maë was always the compassionate type and if there was anyone who loved people more than Zevon, it was probably her. In fact, he didn't know anyone who cared for others more than she did. He almost felt jealous.


"Don't feel too bad, Maë," Zevon said as he placed a hand on her own, allowing his ability to produce tiny amounts of serotonin, the happy hormone, in her body. "We knew this was going to happen when we first arrived. Now go look for your other friends. I'm sure they could use your pretty face right about now."

 

[tsuneni]

maë leslie mccrae
attire ;; xxx // mentions ;; everyone



[SIZE= 11px]to say that maë's morning routine is the same every day is an understatement. it's the fucking same shit. and it's a long and complicated process that confuses everyone else but her.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 11px]she always wakes up at exactly 6:00 am in the morning, an excited smile plastered on her freckled face. but for some reason, something felt off today. something was disturbing the somewhat-peaceful atmosphere. it kept her distracted that morning, and she almost misplaced a shoe in her closet.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 11px]and she never keeps anything misplaced or disorganized. but, maë didn't put too much worry on it. it was one little mistake. what was the worst that could happen? clearly, everything.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 11px]now, maë likes to wake up so early because it gives her time to greet just about everyone, before making her way to the dining hall. so, today, she did just that. she greeted and addressed every staff member, every demi-god, child, teenager, and adult that walked by her. most of the time, she was given a smile or a reply in return. that always put a wide smile on her face.[/SIZE]


today, the people that would usually greet her in return, didn't. they all looked guarded and distracted, especially the staff members. though maë was incredibly curious, she decided to not ask. instead, she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her tweed trousers, and continued to walk to the dining hall.


inside, maë went back to her usual greeting. first the trinity, which consisted of red, rowen, and acacia. then charlotte and blake, both holding looks that read they were up to no good. greer, who looked a bit annoyed. fabien, felix, jax, oliver, agate. all of them. but, it seemed as if someone were missing. maë took a seat at one of the empty tables, looking all around her. maybe something would give her a sign as to what was going on.


[SIZE= 11px]instead of a sign, director brutus came in. just his presence clutched the attentions of everyone in the room. and then spoke. explained.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 11px]death. ander. quest.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 11px]it was all too much for [/SIZE]maë, even in the short two minutes that the director talked about the situation. a tear trickled down the right side of her face, falling on her hands, which trembled on her thighs. she may look pathetic for crying, but maë fears for the sake of the five demi-gods to embark on the quest, and she fears for the sake of ander.


while everyone around her broke into curious and excited shouts, maë rose from her seat, walking across the room. she really didn't know how she did, but she ended up in silky's lap, staring at nothing in particular, pouting.


she thought about everything. 'i hope the five questers will be safe. perhaps i should go visit ander? bring him some flowers? no. that'd be odd. god-'


she was pulled out of her thoughts when silky told her to go find her other friends. she weakly nodded, standing up from his lap. "see you later, silk."


maë began to walk away, but soon enough, a few of the younger children in the camp came up to her, asking her all sorts of questions. just to keep herself occupied, she crouched down, eye level to most of the children, and began answering their questions.


"no lillian. i don't believe princesses like you will be going on the quest. you'll stay here with your friends... yes jack, you can still get food... i don't know... yes... no..."

 

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rai

outfit (x) | mood: annoyed | imp. mentions: acacia


really, the entire situation was shit. he'd been forced to wake up early to eat breakfast, just so he could start cleaning the dishes as soon as the other demi-gods filtered in. all because he'd been caught smoking some of the herb that the demeter cabin was infamous for growing. well, infamous to the kids, not the staff members. he'd been a good customer and hadn't ratted them out, but his brain was quickly thinking up ways to get revenge on them, even if it was his own damn fault.

he kicked at the cabinets in frustration as water sloshed forward and dampened a spot on his black and white striped shirt. with how many kids there were at camp, he pretty much figured that he'd be stuck doing the dishes all day and then all night after dinner commenced. 

his frustration was quickly forgotten as the noise he'd grown used to stopped and he turned where he stood, a keen ear directed towards the cafeteria. a quest? boring. ander hurt? typical. he wasn't one to delve into the affairs of what had been going on at the camp. he hadn't known the campers that had died, but he attended the vigil that they all sat for them, despite his inability to not talk for extended periods of time. acacia had managed to keep him quiet with the occasional right hook to his bicep.

he was startled as the noise started up again, this time amplified by the sheer amount of shouting going on. rai turned his attention back to the dishes, a grumble on his lips as he scrubbed fiercely, though this time being careful not to get his shirt wet. he knew that the sudden urge to clean the dishes spotless was produced by nothing but worry. he'd never admit it to anyone, not even acacia, but the thought of the quest left him uneasy. quests meant death. it didn't matter how talented those going on it were. quests meant death.

he had friends at the camp, sure, but their deaths would only be a temporary wound, one that would heal over time. the person he was thinking about, well, the wound would last for the rest of his life and he wasn't okay with that.

 

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felix

outfit (x) | mood: ?!?! | imp. mentions: jax


did felix ever mention how much he hated the cold? because, change the hate to absolute loathing. he couldn't imagine why anyone in there right mind could stand it, much less enjoy it. his cabin had been freezing that morning, much to his annoyance, and he'd dressed himself in more layers than were probably necessary.

his mood hadn't improved much since he'd entered the cafeteria, getting in line to get some of the crap they called 'food' around here. it might have been packed with nutrients but it's flavor was significantly lacking. he stirred his spoon around miserably in the stuff, before he felt a familiar presence next to him.

felix glanced at jax for only a moment, before feigning ignorance of him being there, continuing to push his food around. it was only when i hand slid to grasp his did he react to jax being there. he could feel heat beginning to rise on his face and his ears were hot too, which was something he didn't even know could happen until jax had taken an interest in the strawberry-brunette. he couldn't help but shiver at jax's greeting, as much as he had tried not to, and didn't respond. luckily, the camp director had picked the perfect moment to speak up.

felix turned his attention to the front and became less aware of the hand that still rested on his thigh, becoming immersed in brutus' words. a quest. great. if the deaths as of late hadn't been enough, they were going to risk having to grieve more. this was the reason so many demi-gods dyed young; they were all too eager to die just to prove themselves. idiots.

he was brought back from his own thoughts by the painful squeeze of jax's grip on his thigh. he turned his attention to the other and watched him for a few moments, before he reached forward to shake the other, just slightly. he looked spaced out, almost in pain, and if the squeezing on his thigh was any indication as to what the other was feeling, he was eager to snap jax out of it as quickly as he could.

"jax, you alright, mate?"

 

[eclipsa]

 

G E M I N I
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mood: (( -- attire: x -- location: cafeteria -- mentions: ander & caine - with: oliver - tags:  @Nikki Rodgers
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The son of Venus and daughter of Diana seemed connected only by being Roman demis, But they had a deep rooted love for one another, regardless, He sought her out to walk her to breakfast, knowing how she had to be feeling. While neither of the two really knew the fallen campers, she was a healer. She should have been able to help -- and she couldn't.


They hadn't even sat down when the speech occurred, and he watched as the color left her face with the mention of Ander's condition. He produced a passionflower, long used to quench anxiety, and tucked it behind her ear. "I can see your heart racing." He said as he did. "Go on, I know you need to go be a mother duck."


A slight smile tugged at her lips as she felt the relief from the flower. "Go flirt your way through your own worry, sandwich." Her remark made him reach for the flower, but she dodged his hand and immediately found her way to Oliver, sitting herself next to him. As an only child -- as far as she knew -- it was no surprise that she found as many "siblings" as she did. In the form of Ander -- and almost Caine, despite her irrational fear of his magic  -- who she could not help, and also in the form of the red head she now sat next to.


"You need to eat," she spoke, despite the hypocrisy of her words as she hadn't eaten in almost two days. The quest added a new worry to her already impossibly long list of them. "How are you feeling?"


Reuben, on the other hand, slid into a seat next to Fabien. "Hello, lover boy." The male spoke, leaning back in his chair and making himself comfortable. "Can you believe the amount of nerves in this room?" A light chuckle escaped his mouth. He scanned the room, eyes landing on Greer for a moment and the sincerity of his smile made him look away sharply. The son of love didn't allow himself such a burden. He much preferred the ease of lust to the pain of love, and so when he had an actual crush, he avoided it. Usually in the form of a few lovers. 



 

R E U B E N
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mood: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯-- attire: x -- location: cafeteria -- mentions: greer -- with: fabien -- tags: @Aster
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maggie

i hate these kids


breakfast would be over soon, she knew that. but, maggie was as quick as she was fierce and administering a couple of notes throughout camp certainly wasn't the most laborious task she'd ever done in her life. she didn't even get emotional at the thought of some of these brats running off to save the camp. maybe she'd get emotional if the camp ceased to exist. maybe.

she hadn't bothered to hide the notes, because with the dimwittedness of some of these kids, she was sure it would get lost and she'd have to inform them verbally. she left it on their bunks, in plain view, so that they could deal with the torture of their siblings being jealous. she chuckled to herself at the thought. 

she made her way back to the main house after she completed her task, catching sight of bruno through the front window. he was pacing. great, just what she needed. a group of kids who were flipping their lids at the idea of the quest and a nervous, forlorn camp director. it was going to be an interesting day.







the note


please report to the main house at once

you have been chosen by the oracle of delphi to participate on the upcoming quest. you've been summoned to meet at the main house with both the camp director and ander, who will fill you in on the prophecy and his predictions as to what it means.

in case you're not who we want this to be found by, here's a list of the individuals that have been chosen:
maë : @m o n a c h o p s i s
acacia : @orphic
fabien : @Aster
greer : @Chamomile
oliver : @Nikki Rodgers
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[Aster]

Fabien Sanders












[SIZE= 12px]No one, not even in their wildest dreams would have expected an half-baked demi-god like Fabien Sanders to get chosen for an all important, possibly life-threatening quest. So when the topic of 'who do you think is going to get chosen?' came up, Fabien put in his two cents, betting on capable people like red or greer. The bets were made out of pure humor and fun and while the other betters were genuinely rooting for their favored demi-god, Fabien was not. If he was lucky enough (haha, as if) hopefully the people he selected were people he didn't know. The less people he wasted time worrying about, the better. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]An inexpiable weight of apprehension dragged its way down heavily on the boy's spirits. Sucking it up with a forced grin, he tore himself from the meaningless conversation and was more than delighted to see Reuben at his side. The corners of his eyes wrinkle at the nickname no one but the son of Venus would use. He rolled them and leaned forward in his seat, arms resting against the table top.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"I know right? It's enough to set a thousand bunnies hopping. I just hope this quest jazz dies down soon. It's my turn to spar with Jordan tomorrow and you know what he's like when he's pumped..." Fabien said, heaving a sigh. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]Jordan Peliksky was one of the many sons of Ares who had it out for Fabien since day one of his time in Camp Daybreak. Fabien had a hunch it was most probably due to the fact that he had pointed out that his zipper was down in front of his crush and later refused to "sort things out like a real man". The underlying threat was familiar and the brunet was certain that Jordan meant "fight" when he said "sort". Outside compulsory practice matches, Fabien had done pretty well at evading the male, as like many of the other people he unwillingly irked. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]He groaned once more at the thought, rubbing the space between his eyes with his index finger and thumb before turning to face the handsome Egyptian male beside him. His smile fell from his face, a very rare serious expression replacing it. "What do you think of the quest?" he asked his friend quietly. The smallest tinge of a frown pulled on the young man's lips. "Do you think it's worth all the hype?" He frowned, genuinely in thought as he allowed himself to address the pooling dread in his stomach. Another emotion nearly outweighed it and horrifically enough, that feeling was excitement. [/SIZE]

 
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[SIZE= 12px]Interactions with: Reuben @orphic [/SIZE]
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[Sophrosyne]

      
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    Oliver Alcott 

| Mentions: Gemini, Ander |
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| Tags: @orphic |
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   Sometimes, Oliver really missed being a simple-minded child. Even though he was the type of kid that would worry too much about silly things, he still looked at the world in an optimistic way; always finding the good in a bad situation. He wished he could say the same about himself now. Instead, he's finding it difficult to keep a positive outlook about the recent deaths and promise of a quest.

   He wished he could be naive enough to be excited about the whole thing like some of the other campers, but at the same time, he was thankful that he wasn't oblivious to the situation. He knew that some of the kids at the camp hadn't the slightest idea of how brutal a quest could actually be, only hearing about the excitement of slaying beasts and coming back as heroes. What they didn't teach was that not everyone always came back from these missions and that sometimes the fame just wasn't worth the damage it left in its wake.

   Oliver didn't want to think about the five that Ander had seen in his visions, about the very real possibility that one of those five could be someone that he deeply cared for. Oliver lifted a hand to his hair, pulling gently on the burgundy locks before letting his hand drop back to the page he had been reading over and over again for the last five minutes or so. The teen could barely keep his attention on the words before his mind wandered back to the news, no matter how much he didn't want it too. 

   "Screw it." The teen exhaled quietly, flipping the book shut as a figure slipped into the seat next to him. Oliver set the book in his lap and turned to the person, pleased to discover it was Gemini. "Good morning to you too," He replied sarcastically at the pink haired girl's remark of concern, before shrugging at the girl's next question. "I'm feeling okay." He replied, "It's just weird. Almost everyone is exhilarated with the thought of being chosen for the quest that they forget the reason behind it. They don't realize people are dying."

   Again, the Son of Phobos shrugged, not wanting to overspeak. Instead, he shifted his attention to the lovely flower the other wore. Oliver reached forward and gently brushed a strand of pink hair that had fallen out of place, obscuring the view of one of the petals, behind her ear. "How about you?" He inquired, allowing his hand to drop back into his lap. "How are you feeling, Gem?" 

 

[tsuneni]

maë leslie mccrae
attire ;; xxx // mentions ;; oliver and gemini // tags ;; @Nikki Rodgers and @orphic



[SIZE= 11px]she loves children. she loves to see the bright glow in their eyes, the power in their smiles, their tiny hands and feet, their innocence. being with them, maë feels like she's fully herself. she's a child, even at her age. she's six years old, not twenty one years old.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 11px]but god, she wanted to just get away from these kids. they kept pestering her about the quest. honestly, maë didn't care about much of the quest. she did care about the people that would be going. she hoped they'd all come back safe and alive. there was a certainty in her that she wouldn't be going. she didn't have powers like some of her friends, and she really had no survival skills. hell, every time she tries to throw a dagger at a target, it ends up going backwards.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 11px]so, with said certainty, it just left her to worry about who would be going on the quest.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 11px]when most of the younger demi-gods dispersed, joining their groups of friends, she rose back up to her full height, amber eyes looking searching around the room, finally settling on her redheaded and pinkheaded friends. she plastered a smile on her face, putting up a facade of inner ease, and walking over to where both are sat.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 11px]"hi guys," she greets loudly, even though she tried so hard to keep quiet and calm. she groans, taking a seat in front of them, on the other side of the table. "sorry. i'm just..."[/SIZE]

 

[Aster]

Elspeth Vlasis





 







[SIZE= 12px]While everyone had gathered for the speech given by Camp Daybreak's director, a tiny blonde demi-god did not. Crowds had never been her thing and whether or not she went would not have changed the distribution of news. One way or another, word would catch on and when it came to things as big as a quest, it spread like wildfire. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]Having wandered away, Elspeth had spent her time rummaging through the cupboards in the cafeteria, brushing past canned beans and unopened packs of pasta. Her stomach growled odiously, as though protesting against the babe's refusal to eat with all the other campers during meal time. Normally, her appetite was sated with little snacks and sneaky tidbits she took while she was on cooking duty - she much preferred the hot stuffiness of the kitchen than being stuck in a cafeteria filled with people. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]People meant histories and history triggered the uncontrollable knack to sift through one's most private memories. Delving into one's mind, even unconsciously, came at a price and the invasion of privacy almost never went unnoticed. She was only lucky that it would be harder for one to look for the culprit in the sea of faceless humanity. The smaller the range of people, the easier it was for her to keep a lid on her recalcitrant abilities; besides, she enjoyed her moments of solace.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]The quietest hum of approval was made when the babe caught sights of a can of tomato soup. Nabbing it, she scurried out of the scene before her crime was caught. By then, the other campers had dispersed into their own groups. Some remained in the cafeteria while others retreated to their rooms or training grounds. Scanning the area for a relatively quiet place to eat without disturbance, Elspeth caught glimpse of Greer and would have made her way over to her had it not been for the demi-god besides her. Janni was more or less a stranger; but then again, to someone like Elspeth, almost everyone was.[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 12px]Mentions: Greer @Chamomile[/SIZE]
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[chamomile]

// G R E E R    B J O R N
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greer // slightly calmer  --  location // cafeteria
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  outfit // (x)  --  [SIZE= 12px]tags // elspeth [/SIZE]@Aster
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To say that her sister talked her ear off would be an understatement. She was a chatterbox. Greer mostly tried to ignore the non-stop droning voice of the younger girl's 'why are you so pessimistic' rants, overwhelming interest in multiple boys from camp and still that stupid quest. The only reason she agreed for Janni to stick around is the expectation that this is one of those days that she would be much more relaxed. But unfortunately it wasn't. 


[SIZE= 12px]Why was she still here anyway? She could just walk away, and the cafeteria doesn't exactly offer her anything but food she doesn't want to eat, and noise she doesn't want to hear. It's probably the fact that Janni keeps her anchored to this table, and also because she was not in the mood to have another surprise wrestling fights. Ever since she expressed interest in the form of combat, those pesky war demigods keep pulling her into matches she isn't ready for. In the panic state she brawls in, usually ends up giving someone a frostbite. They, in turn, gives her a punch in the gut as they roll off of her. Truly, nice people.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]There's Janni's voice again. "-been training for a long time! I'd love to be in the-"[/SIZE]


"You need to shut up," Greer finally said, as her eyes darts around indifferently around the dining hall. "Stop babbling about the quest."


And with those firm words did Janni stopped spouting all her opinions on attending campers and her own worthiness of on the journey. [SIZE= 12px]"See sis, this is why you don't have friends." She harrumphed, and folded her arms. "I bet you can't just wave someone over because you're so tactless."[/SIZE]


Greer gave the blonde next to her a stern look. She sweeps the whole room in a glance. There was a pause, then she waved. And [SIZE= 12px]Janni, with furrowed eyebrows, turns to look behind her. O[/SIZE][SIZE= 12px]f course she doesn't see who she's waving at and to be considerate, the daughter of Boreas didn't throw blames. Amongst the all individuals that stood and sat at the generalised direction in which she signalled towards, there was one in particular. And from the way she was looking around, Elspeth wanted somewhere to sit. Greer would gladly have her in comparison to her sibling over here.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"Shoo." she said.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"What?"[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"Obviously, you don't want my company and you've finished eating, so... shoo." She rests her chin on her knuckles, giving her sister the sweetest smile she could muster. "Please?" The touch of politeness at the end didn't ease the sounds of restrained aggression that Janni was making as she left. Greer presumed it would mean 'you are a rude person' along with multiple 'I hate you's'. But that's normal with sisters isn't it? That love/hate relationship.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]Regardless, she raises her limbs and waves again. Now that the annoying threat had disappeared, her lips tugged itself into a smile as she gestures on the now empty seat next to her.[/SIZE]

 

[Aster]

Elspeth Vlasis





 







[SIZE= 12px]Stuck in a standstill and silently debating what to do, Elspeth was more than relieved to see Janni leave Greer's side, despite the grumpy look on her face. She could feel her own visage lightening in pale contrast to the leaving babe. She waved back, movements tiny and small to keep attention on her to a bare minimum. A smile, childlike and pleased, spread like streak of colorful paint on a canvas. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]The small blonde shuffled over, sitting herself down at the empty space available. Despite being inside the cafeteria hall, sitting next to Greer was almost no difference than sitting outside. Unlike some, Elspeth found the rush of cool air refreshing and beamed up at the daughter of a gelid god. "Did you hear the news?" Elspeth asked, question raised but her attention set on opening the can before her. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"Five people will be going on a quest again. Apparently, the names are already out," she said, remembering what she had overheard when exiting the kitchen. Being small had a few perks in being unnoticeable. She frowned when she snapped the soup can's ring off by accident and picked at the small opening left with her nails. Slowly but surely, the lid came off with each painful pull. The tips of her fingers were stained red, briefly touching the surface of the cold soup inside while the pads of each finger turned white under the pressure exerted.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"Hopefully it's no one we know." she grunted, her opinion clearly unpopular to the many ignorant, glory-loving demigod fools. A wrinkle formed between her brows at thought. She had made few friends throughout her twenty years of existence, and even fewer in the camp. Having them all leave for the quest would leave her undeniably alone.[/SIZE]

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[Novus]

 [SIZE= 24px] c a i n e[/SIZE]


|mood: alarmed, territorial\\ dressing flavor: same as before, try reading.\\ mentions: @orphic @m o n a c h o p s i s @Aster @Nikki Rodgers |

[SIZE= 11px]Leaving his Ander to rest a bit on his own, Caine made sure to leave a bloodstained array of sigils on his door. Anyone who tried to open his door without waiting for him to rouse would find themselves taking a dip in one of the Rivers;  he really didn't have the time to specify which one.   "Αποκτώ." he spoke, seemingly to the wind.  However, he knew exactly what the hell he was doing.  [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]It didn't take long for the news of the quest candidates to spread.  Among them was his step-sister, which was a issue he would have to deal with on his own.  He walked amidst the large group exiting the mess hall, heading out to start their scheduled training activities.  As the crowd began to disperse, he found the weapon stabbed into the earth before him.  He withdrew the weapon, grimacing at the airy sweetness of the magic it exuded.  The Sword of Peleus, thought to be lost to mankind.  All it took was some palm greasing and wish fulfillment--and a little backstabbing -- to find the beauty.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]He reentered the building to find the most of the "party" still seated and looking rather mournful, as if death was at their doorstep.  It wasn't, because he would probably be the first to know, but then again the Fates were very fickle ladies to begin with--never ask them to order pizza for you. He tossed the weapon on the table and started striding toward the first weeping twit he could find.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]"Are you all blazing mad or just touched? " He exclaimed, looking at the lot.  He knew their faces, who their parents were and what potential they had if they'd just try. "You're spawn of Gods, great and terrible, and yet you're all shivering here like worms in wet compost.  Chin up, it's a mission not the end of the world. " He said, punctuating his statement with a smile he tried to make soft but only pulled off making fox-like at most. Also, who do I have to kill to get the deets on where Caci is?" he asked,  willing the sword back into his hand from behind him. "I have a going away present for dear Sister."[/SIZE]
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R O W E N
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mood: nervous -- attire: x -- location: cafeteria -- collab: red - tags:  @Post
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In truth, the two girls at the table had no qualms about who went on the quest -- unless it was either of them, or a select handful of people they cared about. With any luck, they'd be fine and so would those aforementioned. They weren't that powerful, and frankly, they didn't have the most useful skill sets when it came to questing. Though, Rowen still didn't realize how powerful she was and Acacia was far from aware of the depth of her necromantic abilities.


Rowen gave the third member of the trinity a smile as she joined them, "talked her up, Acacia." The girl shifted the food on her plate, not really sure if she was hungry -- despite her attempts to soothe her friend the worry had seeped into her veins as well. "We were just talking about the quest and who would be most capable. Personally, I think you would kick ass, our little bird here is worried, though."


"I can already feel the death," the dark skinned girl responded, looking at her hands. "I just don't want it to be either of you, or any of the others I care about." Though, that was an admittedly small amount in the grand scheme. She didn't even have any siblings, the soul child of Persephone, had it not been for Rowen she wouldn't even have anyone in the cabin with her. Her eyes danced between her two friends. "I don't know, I'm sure we'd all be capable of surviving, I just have this feeling."


Rita let out a sigh at her friend's final words, tapping her fingers rhythmically on the table. "What you're feeling is normal, Acacia. We all know someone's going to-" She paused and thought of a way to not bring up death or anything related. "Look, everything's going to be fine. We've all been taught how to survive, like you said. Of course, there's probably going to be casualties, but let's not try to think about this negatively."  But even she, daughter of the god of fire and forgery, could not ignore the swirling black hole in the pit of her stomach.


For the most fear threesome of girls in the camp, the nerves at the table were very much on edge. There were a few mumbled words from Acacia in response to her friends’ attempts to sate her sinking gut, but that was about it. Until she noticed a certain male on dish duty. “I’ll catch you girls later,” she mumbled, rising from her seat — having not bothered to pick up food she didn’t have that to worry about at least — and heading for the familiar face. The sense of relief he brought her was unreal. “What’re you in for?” She replied, cocking a brow and leaning against the wall. In truth, she already knew, but the part of her that knew he would lie to her wanted to let down the part of her that hoped he wouldn’t.


Rai was currently very focused on the task at hand, so much so that his eyes had nearly glazed over as he scrubbed tirelessly at the dirty dishes. He started when a familiar voice rang out in question and he cursed when water splashed up onto his shirt. “You've gotta stop sneaking up on me, Caci,” Rai groaned as he turned a bit so he could get his eyes on her. “Oh, you know, I accidentally zapped some kid in Latin again and he took it to the Director. No biggie,” He lied, shrugging before he turned back to his dishes. He knew that she knew that he was lying, but he couldn't stop himself from lying anyway. He was sure it was going to bite him in the ass again sooner or later.


Persephone’s daughter grabbed an apple from the counter and chucked it at him. “It’s one thing when you lie to everyone else, but me?” Maybe she was just sensitive because of the announcement and the feeling in her gut. “I’ll see you later.” She huffed, leaving with a metaphorical cloud of anger floating above her. As she approached the cabin, where she lived with only Rowen as the other girl was unclaimed and she was an only child, she felt worse and couldn’t figure out why. Well, until she saw the note on her bunk and collapsed onto it in a fit of despair.


She didn’t want to be there when the other girl got back, so she pushed herself up and made her way to the main cabin. Her senses were already numb and she could tell she wasn’t alone despite being alone on her walk to the cabin. “Fuck off.” She mumbled, and the soft feeling of another soul vanished. Acacia missed it when it left, in a way. That same feeling was always there when she went numb. Was always there when she needed help. Yet she always dismissed it.


Her fingers massaged her temples as she entered the room. She didn’t have any questions, and certainly had no room for tears today. She was far too numb. She’d barely been awake this morning and her day was already ruined



 

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mood: fucking done -- attire: x x -- location: cafeteria -- collab: rai -- tags: @mortem
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