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Liza’s comments from the Cᴀmᴘ Hᴀlғ Bʟoᴏd R.P group.

((Haha I didn't even notice that XD))

Christine tried desperately not to wince as Sam put the bandage on her cut, but she did anyway. She deliberately didn't answer his question for a moment, debating internally, before making up her mind. At least he'd helped her so far, she reasoned. And he'd told her his name. Besides, what could he do with her first name anyway? "Christine," she replied.

"It's fine," said Christine, even though she could feel the stinging. It hurt, but at least she hadn't fainted again.

((Lol that sucks))

"Whatever, go ahead," Christine said, annoyed. Then her vision blurred and she blinked hard to stop it, hoping Sam hadn't noticed.

"I told you, I'm fine," muttered Christine, sitting up even as pain shot up her arm. She knew she was hurt but Christine was stubborn. She glared at him, as if daring him to protest. "But fine, if you want you can get a first aid kit or whatever." She adjusted her glasses with her less injured arm.

((Lol XP)

"Why should I?" asked Christine suspiciously. "How old you think I am, four? I'm not just going to eat that! I don't even know you! How do I know you're not trying to give me drugs?"

"Kyle, stop it," Christine complained, still mostly dreaming and thinking that Sam was her friend trying to bother her as he usually did. Then she woke slowly, and a realization sunk in. "Kyle! Oh God! Kyle..." She glanced around frantically, before remembering the past few minutes and seeing Sam.

((Hi.))

Christine dreamt that she was back in school at the beginning of the day with her best friend Kyle. In her dream he had goat legs and horns, which confused Christine. She knew he had walked funny but that was because of a deformity in his legs. He certainly wasn't a goat...was he? She wasn't aware she was sleep talking.

((Bye))

"I'm totally..." Christine's vision went black for a moment from shock, stress, and pain. Now that her body knew she was no longer in immediate danger, the adrenaline had worn off and she was left feeling exhausted. "Fine." She blinked into reality again, but her eyelids felt very heavy. "I like the name Sam," she said dreamily before fainting.

Will you?

"No way," replied Christine. "My dad died and there is no way my mom is a goddess." Then she looked around her at the camp and sighed. Maybe Sam was right. Or maybe Christine was crazy. Or maybe it was all a dream. She pinched herself, hoping to wake up, but all that happened was it hurt. A lot. She glanced at her shoulder to see she had pinched a wound.

Sounds good

Christine stared at him for a few more seconds before taking it. "Thanks," she muttered. "So...how this son of Athena thing even work?" She rubbed her eyes, hoping she wasn't looking the idiot she was certain she looked like.

Wherever, you can choose.

"Whoa whoa whoa," Christine exclaimed. "This can't be happening." She ran her dirty hands through her hair in frustration. Then she began crying, the tears making streaks of clean on her dirty and bloody face. "This can't be happening," she repeated. "Then that means that Kyle..." The tears kept pouring, Christine standing staring shell-shocked at San.

"Maybe you have been brainwashed," Christine mused. "Yeah, this must be some kind of deranged summer camp for schizophrenic whack jobs. Maybe I'm schizophrenic too, seeing that monster." Christine was trying to explain the craziness, attempting to rationalize and make sense of her surroundings. "How long have you been here, Sam? If that's even your real name!"

Sure that's cool with me.

Christine was still stuck on "son of Athena." "You can't possibly Athena the Greek goddess," replied Christine skeptically. "And I'm fine." She waved off his concern, more interested in who exactly this kid thought he was. "What is this place anyway?"

You can rp with either Sky or Benny if you want since I don't think either of them are busy. :)

Christine took his hand cautiously, still finding it hard to believe that the monster was stuck behind the barrier, or even existing at all for that matter. She looked at him suspiciously, aware of the many cuts and scratches she had, including one on her forehead which stung but luckily wasn't too deep, just bad looking. "Who are you?" she asked.