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Jul 21, 2014 04:28PM
"Oh," Chrys laughed. "I like swimming too."
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"What else do you like?" Aubrey asked curiously.
"I like animals, drawing, archery, and sports," Chrysanthemum replied with a smile.
"Hmm. Is your godly parent..... Hecate?" Aubrey said with a wild guess.
Chrys laughed, "No, Apollo. My best friend's Hecate," she giggled.((I always get them mixed up, I believe she's Apollo.))
((Okay.))"Well. I tried." Aubrey said with a laugh.
Chrys laughed, "good guess."((xD))
"Take a guess at mine." Aubrey said smiling at the thought of what she might guess.
" I'm sorry about that, I must being going insane. I heard the horses talk."
(( Before I reply... Did you mean to put Percy?))
(( He had no clue who that is.))
He looks at her weirdly" Who's Percy? And.... I'm the horse whisperer!"
Hamato eyes go wide" Wait.... Can I ride a Pegasus? What about a unicorn?"
" I'm not going back there." He says stroking her hair gently.
Winter looked around. Nobody was there.
((Hahaha, that's hilarious...))Genevieve tossed her brown curls as she wandered the paths of this infernally large camp. It was too big! How was any regular person supposed to find their way around here? She wished she were back in France. She'd known the secret passageways at the castle back home like the back of her hand. But then, she'd been trapped in her room for the majority of the time she'd been there. So perhaps it was better here.
She wore the typical Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. She absolutely despised orange. It clashed with her skin tone, and made her hair seem dull and lifeless. She was also wearing jeans. The infernal things. How was she supposed to walk in them when they suffocated her legs? She missed the light breeziness of skirts and crinolines. There were many layers, certainly. But she was free to move how she wanted. She wore simple black flats with this ensemble, and she had to be careful not to step in anything that might ruin them. And, of course, the ever present knife that Enjolras had given her was in her hand. It was the cause of a bandage that was wrapped around her left hand. She'd dropped it, and failed to catch it by the handle.
As she wandered, she came across a young girl, hardly in her teens with dark brown hair and eyes to match.
((that's not really what I look like))"Oh, hello!"
((Well, that's what you put as the appearance, and I'm not psychic, so...))She hardly glanced at the girl, already knowing her to be of no consequence. She was just another girl of hundreds at this rag-tag summer camp, all assuming they were far more important than the rest. She twirled a single curl of her elegantly curled hair around her finger as she wondered whether this girl even deserved a response from her. She decided that although she might no longer be a princess in this time, she might as well remain courteous and polite.
So she smiled at the girl as if she cared, and replied "Hello." Simple. Yet it fulfilled the wishes courtesy demanded. A Bonjour, of course, would not be well-received. This drab girl didn't seem as though she would be well-versed in the French language. Therefore, she remained with Hello."
((sorry.))Winter noticed that this girl seemed to think that she was gross, so she
decided to ask this girl something that she would probably not answer, but maybe. "What's your name?"
Genevieve the Lesser, princess of France. She had a long list of titles, any of which she knew would impress this random girl from the masses. But she wasn't in the mood to have to have to answer many questions, so she simply replied with a polite "Genevieve. And you?" She didn't really care, of course, and it wasn't as if it mattered in the slightest what her name was. But it was polite to ask, and it would do her no good to completely alienate the somewhat idiotic members of this camp.
BTW? What on earth did that mean? It sounded vulgar and uncouth, whatever it was. And Winter? Why would someone want to name their child after the coldest season? What a dreadful name. She felt sorry for the girl. Even with the unknown word, she assumed that last bit was a compliment. She did love her hair, and took great pride in it. "Thank you. Yours is lovely as well." It didn't compare to hers, of course. But you had to return a compliment with a compliment.
((No, not really. She was hated for the majority of her life, after all. And an assassination attempt doesn't do much for you.))
((I did not attempt to assassinate her! What are you talking about?))
((No, but someone else did... And it didn't exactly help her trust in others.))
((oh...i see...good. I liked being able to tell people that I never tried to kill anybody. shall i use more text language to make this funny?))
((If you want to... She'll just think Winter's crazy, though, probably.))
((okay. how about we become enemies? like not you and me, but Winter and Genevieve?))
((Genevieve wouldn't sink down to that level, I don't think...))
((Yeah, Winter would probably walk away and find Nick...))
((Do you just want to continue and see what happens? Because I don't really control what Genevieve does, and it's difficult to tell her what to do...))
((Sure.))"Um...what cabin are you?" Winter politely asked Genevieve, trying to get Genevieve to like her. Or at least not hate her by the end of this.
"Aphrodite, I'm told," she replied. Her cabin was filled with people who seemed to care nothing about anything but love and beauty. Certainly, those two things were important to her, but not to the extent that some of them took it to. It was quite silly, really. "And yourself? I don't believe that you are in my own." Ugh. It almost pained her to call them 'her own'. The majority of them were frivolous idiots.
"Aphrodite. That makes sense. You're very nice-looking. And I'm in Athena. That's why I don't look so nice." Well, that was true. Everything. Well, lets see how you respond.
"Athena, hm?" That cabin seemed to be filled to the brim with bookworms and people who seemed to think intelligence was the only way to go. That was one of the problems with this camp, she decided. The people here followed one thing their entire lives, and never deviated from it. "And thank you." The hand once again went to her curls, twirling absentmindedly.
Well, she's a little vain. Umm... what should I do now? Athena children were not the best at being social. So... um. "Do you like kittens?" Whoops. That was random. Maybe I shouldn't have said that Winter thought.
"Do I like kittens?" she asked, slightly shocked out of her thoughts. She betrayed herself with a slight stunned laugh and a "What?" Alright, then. And she'd thought children in the Athena cabin were supposed to be intelligent. The thought of kittens reminded her of the kitten she'd had when she was younger. It had been a light grey, she remembered, with a white belly and paws. And it had had the softest fur she'd ever felt. But her father had taken her away as a punishment when she'd attended a party she hadn't been supposed to attend.
