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Arthur searched his pockets. "Sh*t!" he said loudly. He wasn't one that watched his language.
Anthony glared at him and also searched his bags and found nothing.
Annabelle felt around her pockets. "I haven't got any more... Sorry," she muttered appologetically.

Cassidy followe quickly. "Sorry," she began appologetically. "I got caught up with some stuff back at the cabin."


"There are some pretty strage people here, myself included," Cassidy shrugged. "Not many people will point it out, though."

"Trust me, you have no idea," Cassidy chuckled. "I see your point, though. I admit that it's a tactful plan, but just be yourself when you talk to someone. Don't try to weird them out."



His brothers started laughing, mocking how ridiculous Andrew looked wrapped in plastic foil.
"You looked like a stuffed fish in a market!"
He grumbled back: "Very funny."
He got up and said: "I have to go right to wherever Myra is, to set things right. Be right back, Anna."
He ran to the battle arena in a hurry.
Arthur said: "Well that's something you don't see every day."

"Tell me about it" Anthony commented.
Arthur sautered to the Apollo cabin.
Cassidy strode out of the Battle Arena, blue paint spattered across her shirt and neck. Her hands were casually placed in her pocket, as though wearing paint in that awkward fashion was completely normal.
"I kicked someone and they shot me with a paintball," Cassidy replied. "I tried to make that as least suggestive as possible."
"Nyup. What have you been up to?" Cassidy asked. She had a small urge to clamp her hands ontop of one another and rotate her fingers in an awkward turtle.

Arthur sighed. "Willow was pretty."