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[Usako]

Phoebe giggled to a blush. "I'm not the most interesting of girls. My secrets are far in between." Except for those hard times with Mom when we were desperate for food or my hand.

Wonder warmed her eyes to smiles and she tucked a loose strand behind her ear. All the way, she wasn't the bit self-conscious over wearing one glove. She had thought if she could skitter across the grounds, no one would stop her before sealing herself inside the forge. Who knew she'd bump into him.

"Well, what's your secret? Do you secretly watch She-Ra?"

[., Goddess of Bacon]

I beg to differ, Caliban thought, but refused to embarrass himself further and merely grinned. He couldn't keep that grin from his face.

Why was she wearing one glove? A simple fashion statement? What did her jewelery look like? What was her life at home like? He hungered for more.

"My secret... hm," Caliban said, pursing his lips as he thought of one. "A-ha. My secret is that I have a soft spot for Michael Buble." He blushed faintly.

((I HATE MICHAEL BUBLE. xD))

[Usako]

((No cupcakes for you! Naaw. She's gonna make.))

[Usako]

((I love that one song by him!!))

"Who is Michael Buble?" Phoebe bit the tip of her tongue. "I didn't have a lot of money." Or a radio. "Is he like Michael Jackson? Or an action star?"

[., Goddess of Bacon]

((Zeus forgive me!))

"He's a singer," Caliban said, grateful for her lack of knowledge, for once. "Sort of jazz or new wave-style, I guess. I have a CD of him at my cabin, I'll give it to you sometime," he said, brightening at the thought of seeing her again after.

[Usako]

"You wouldn't have a player?" Phoebe winced with hope echoing her question. "What you see is basically what I have." Eat, sleep and work in the same clothes, every day. "Aside from the tools and materials, Cheron supplies the campers with in the forge. Oh and my," she tapped her bracelet, then her pocket, "my sharper tools. Mom worries about me carrying them since they could poke an eye out but I feel safer with them."

"Jazz though. Is that similar to Louis Armstrong? The old couple next door to us would play a record. Mom and I would dance together to it. And um Moon River." Very Breakfast at Tiffany's.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Yes, it's similar. I'm a terrible singer so I won't scar any association you have of Michael Buble with my caterwauling," Caliban said, grinning. "I do have a player. I have a tiny boombox that I don't use anymore. I'll give that to you."

He didn't comment on what she'd said about the things she owned, but the compassion of an individual who shared the same feelings brought a new light in his eyes.

[Jo]

((Whim, Battle Arena.))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

((Jo, I'm doing a lot. Sorry if I post slow, OK?))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

((Dude! I posted! >.<))

[Usako]

"Oh, I couldn't accept such an expensive gift. Why don't you loan it to me that way if any other camper needs to use one there's an extra around!" Phoebe smiled, clearly unable to accept gifts without work or ensuring everyone benefits.

His smile blew her away. I wonder how he'd look in the forge with the fire glowing about his face. Would his eyes change to opals?

"What's caterwauling? Is that a folk way to yodel?"

[., Goddess of Bacon]

((Forgot what opal looked like. If his eyes look like that, dear girl, HE IS POSSESSED. xD

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"Trust me. It's a small boombox and I won't miss it. Now I'll feel guilty if you don't take it," Cal said, trying to persuade the turquoise-eyed, honey-haired lovely lady.

"Caterwauling is a horrible sound that cats make when they really want to piss you off at night."

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

((depends on the kind of opal))

[Usako]

"Isn't that what Garfield did?" Phoebe caught snippets of old printed Garfield comics in the mobile-library. She giggled, then shook her head in clear embarrassment.

"I honestly couldn't! It would feel right. Um. How about I make you something in exchange? A trade?"

[Usako]

((Blue opals with a bit of flecks in it. In other words, his eyes would sparkle more.))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Maaaaybe," Caliban said with a chuckle to her Garfield reference. His eyes lit up when she mentioned a possible trade, however.

Eager to see her handiwork, he nodded, stroking his imaginary goatee. "M'yeeees," he drawled out slowly. "That would be very much to my liking."

[Usako]

Relief eased Phoebe's tension. Now the gift wasn't a pity gift! She shuffled the materials in her arms to one side in order to sneak fingertips toward her jacket pocket. Teeth bit on her lower lip as she focused on reaching but couldn't make the connection.

Wincing, she sheepishly asked, "Would you go into this pocket to fish out a pendant? That's the type of work I do."

((gimme a sec to find the site of jewelry items))

[Usako]

((A simple piece. I need to hunt for the more complicated designs. http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4... ))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Hand already reaching for the pocket in his chivalrous way, Caliban's fingers brushed the side of the curved hip he'd tried not to gawk at earlier. Her jacket was a soft material.

He pulled out a cool pendant and regarded it with wonder. It was a dark blue crystal hanging from delicately curving silver loops, graceful in every way possible-- simple, elegant, and understated, with a subtle engraving to the handiwork.

"This is incredible," he breathed, enraptured, his eyes flitting to Phoebe's. "You made this? You're... wow."

[Usako]

She tried NOT to comment on how his hand felt in her pocket. Intimate. Warm. Now he knows I'm not thin like most Aphrodite girls. Sigh.

"Father's influence," Phoebe claimed about the piece. "You'll discover most in my cabin are capable of doing these basic pieces. For me, it takes double the time and effort. This piece in particular, I wanted to showcase the gemstone while maintaining an ethereal or whimsical design. The Demeter and Aphrodite girls will be thrilled. They get what they like and I get a few extra dollars for socks and the rest sent to mother."

"So what design were you thinking?"

[., Goddess of Bacon]

The skill of the Hephaestus cabin was so far apart from his own that Caliban merely stared in shock for a few moments before wetting his lips to speak.

"My gods, Phoebe," he said softly. "The talent in this is utterly remarkable. You could get so much more for selling a piece of this jewelery than socks or a radio-- it's priceless."

[Usako]

"But I don't own the materials, forge or most required tools. I give what's necessary to Cheron for his kind donations but mother needs a lot more. I have a place to sleep and she," Phoebe's eyes glistened sorrowfully and vast like the ocean at sunset, "she might not. I have a few holes in these socks so new ones would be nice. And . . . " She shrugged.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"That's unfortunate," Caliban said, sighing. He longed to reach out and help her but there was really no way for him to do so-- he was lacking in funds himself. "Why don't you strike up a business opportunity with a Tyche camper?" he asked suddenly, eyes alighting with possibility. "They could give you profits for materials now, and when you're rich and famous as a jewelery designer-- which you no doubt will be-- you could pay them back!"

[Usako]

"How do I know the Tyche isn't taking more of the profits? That's money my mother could use. Cheron hasn't told me if she's been found. We haven't heard from her in over a month." Phoebe wrung the tip of her fingers together. "Dad's no use in contacting since I'm not his brightest child." She sheepishly smiled and frowned.

"Who in that cabin would you recommend I talk to? I . . . strangely do trust you."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

You poor girl. You don't see how extraordinary you and your talent is.

"I recommend you talk to Felix Faust," Caliban said without a moment's hesitation. "He's kind and he's filthy rich already, so there's less point of him trying to cheat money from you. And even if he wasn't, I doubt he'd do it anyway."

Though the feeling of being trusted was no strange one to Caliban, he felt as if a warm balloon was swelling in his chest at Phoebe's hesitation, at the frown, the fluttering thick lashes.

"That's good, because I like you," he said playfully, prodding her gently in the shoulder.

[Usako]

The prod produced an easy smile from Phoebe. "Really?" Surprise there. "Well I like you, too." The innocent statement clearly was oblivious that Caliban might have meant he likes her enough to stare longer at her lashes.

"Felix Faust. Felix Faust. There's a presence with that name. Like with the name Hilton and Trump. It resonates. What cabin is he in? And where would you like to go to discuss your piece of jewelry in exchange for the boombox? Maybe we could play your Bubble," Buble she meant, "and it'll inspire designs."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

How was everything that she said so endearing? From the simple, "I like you, too," to the "Bubble", Caliban found himself absolutely entranced.

"Tyche, goddess of luck," Caliban said, taking her arm in the crook of his and steering her to his cabin. "Yes. Let's play some Bubble and think about the design. Though I feel horribly guilty for trading you a mere stereo for a work of art."

[Usako]

"If you're smart, you would speak with the children of Hecate. Their magic infused with these designs have brought luck to some. I do try to avoid creating any cursed objects; it seems wrong to be so cruel as to hide harm inside a beautiful piece."

Phoebe erked quietly at the Wizard of Oz arm-in-arm link. Her eyes peered from his face to his feet, half-wondering if they would skip. So, she followed him to avoid any horrible displays of kissing the ground.

"Aside from maces, fish and Bubble, what else do you like?"

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Clearly I've found someone cleverer than I," Caliban said with a grin, nudging Phoebe with his elbow.

The line of cabins in the distance made for a stately landscape; the dark forest, sparkling lake, and strawberry fields all put together in one beautiful collage of nostalgic memories.

"I... well, let's see," he mused, eyes taking on a faraway look as he thought of the question. "I really like cupcakes," he said with a jaunty wink. "Sports-- I sound like a complete jock-- music, though I can't play anything or sing-- swimming, honesty, reliable people, and taking walks with pretty girls."

[Usako]

"I can help with the pretty girls. You'll want to meet my sister, McKenna. She's one of the most beautiful girls, I know. Candice is, too, but she's a little young for long walks with a boy."

Phoebe stuffed her gloved hand into her jacket pocket, enjoying their meandering pace around the camp. It was picturesque, a storybook setting for adventure.

"Do you have a favorite cupcake flavor? During the holidays, I made an apple spice with cream cheese frosting cupcake and a chocolate cake with peppermint filling with a cream cheese frosting and crushed candy canes on top. Cheron's kind enough to loan me ingredients so long as I feed his children's sweet teeth." She flushed, then thought long and hard over the sports part.

"All sports or only contact sports? If you aren't specific, you may end up with a badminton charm."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

So much to say, Caliban thought with a chuckle. "All sports," Caliban clarified. "Though I do enjoy contact as well. Badminton is nice so long as your opponent knows what they're doing. As for cupcakes, those sound amazing. I'm salivating. I like dark chocolate myself. And as for pretty girls, Phoebe, you already have," Caliban said with another self-conscious smile.

He really was going to have to stop slipping up. His honesty would be the ruin of him.

[Usako]

"Caliban, you must have had wine snuck into your meal by a Dionysus. I'm not pretty." I'm deformed.

"But thank you all the same for trying to make me feel better. I cannot imagine you playing badminton. Rugby? Now," she sighed contently, blushing far too hard, "ever watch clips on YouTube? I caught a few at the library of the New Zealanders. It reminds me of how brutal Capture the Flag gets here except there's no powers."

Dark chocolate. I'll have to remember that.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Still, there is that brute strength, isn't there," Caliban said, tucking away the remark for later. "It's a power all on its own. The All Blacks could be minor gods of rugby for all we know."

He swerved; they were in front of his cabin now, going down the path. Caliban stopped in front of the log house and looked at her.

"No, you're right. You're beautiful."

[Usako]

All stopped.

Phoebe chortled down the laugh of joy and bitterness. He doesn't know the truth. The glove to him may be a fashion statement.

The turquoise in her eyes glimmered with that dreaded thought. Swallowing, she laughed again. "Thanks for the joke. And you may be right about the All Blacks. Cheron would know but would he tell us?"

((POOF to Cabin?))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

((Sure.))

[Stephanie]

Kaley walked out into of her cabin and started kicking the rocks at her feet around. She smelled the fresh air; it was so nice.

She looked around and shrugged, heading somewhere else.

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"And I also enjoyed getting the smell of saltwater out of my favourite jeans," Holly said with a good natured eye roll, linking her arm in his. She closed her eyes for a moment to savor the happy moment before either of them ruined it with their playful banter.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Really? Strangely enough that's not what I remember when I think of that day," Ajax said in that buttery baritone of his, mouth moving close to Holly's ear again and breathing in her pure sweet scent. "You sure you haven't changed your mind about water?" he continued in a murmur.

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"You should know I will never like water as long as I live. I admit that I'm too stubborn to change my mind, but I can make exceptions." Holly captured his lips in a kiss, a long, hard kiss. As if to torture him, she pulled back slowly, tugging enticingly on his bottom lip. "Just for you," she purred.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Fox," Ajax accused, eyes firing up with the ardent desire he reserved only for his lovely Athenian.
He leaned into her, lips meeting hers again as his hand went to her neck to slant her head up, kissing her deeply, nipping playfully at her lips--

And then he pulled away rather suddenly, acting as if he had ended it with satisfaction.

"How's your past day been?" he asked in a chipper tone, slipping his hand into the back pocket of her jeans mischievously.

[I hope you've seen couples do that so it doesn't sound as weird as it is. xD]

[[deleted user]]

((Let's just say I've had my fair share of Keelyn moments. :( Gotta go.))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[Awwwwwwwwwwww~ :( Bye!]

[[deleted user]]

Why did everything sound ten times better in that delicious, heartthrob accent of his?
Holly shrugged, her playful attitude toning down. "It could be better." Reminded of her predicaments back at the cabin, she lost the faint skip in her step.

[Usako]

((I love the hands in the back pocket. It has that certain bad boy element!))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Attentive boyfriend as he always was, Ajax turned so his profile was tilted to Holly. "Oh?" The sound was quietly inquisitive.

His other arm went to trace the cheekbones of the striking face that was so familiar, wanting her to meet his dark eyes with her stormy blue ones.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Tanja wrote: "((I love the hands in the back pocket. It has that certain bad boy element!))"

[Ajax is such a bad boy. ;)]

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"I would tell you what's wrong, but I find it hard to explain my complex thinking in a way easily understandable for you. No offense," Holly added hastily, forcing a quick smile for good measure. She refused to meet his eyes, avoiding them for a few moments, but failed and ended up letting him see right into the lugubrious depths. For all the smiles and laughs, there was a world of gloom in her gaze.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

The grief in her melancholy look, the heartrending emotion that shadowed those pools of twilit sky, made Ajax stop his walking altogether and slip his playful hand from the back of her jeans. He didn't take offense but wanted for her to unload some of that grief on him, so he continued caressing the porcelain skin of her cheek, silent for a few moments, trying to find what to say in the miserable eyes of his beloved.

"Why don't you try, Hollywood. I'm not so completely inept at thoughts as it may seem." His words were spoken with a tenderness that seemed to go against the very morals of his appearance-- that those eyes could look softly, that the long-fingered hands could stroke skin as gently as he was doing. That the low, rich tone could plead so effaceably.

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"Well, I know something I'm not supposed to know. And the person involved with the something I'm not supposed to know doesn't know that I know, and I don't want to force it out of them with telling them I know. I want them to know that I know the thing I'm not supposed to, but I want the person to let me know voluntarily." After finished her spiel Holly realized she had phrased the problem in the worst way possible. It was far too confusing, and she'd abused the word 'know'. "Point being, I've lost someone's trust. Or so I think," she concluded.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

There was no hiding Ajax's confusion and he stood silently for a moment, his hand still kissing her skin softly as if it had been born to do it. And in a way, he felt as if he had.

"So..." Dark eyes flickered for a moment and he pursed his lips. "Before you go completely bonkers on me, I'm going to go ahead and rephrase what you just told me. You saw or heard something about a person you care about, something they keep a secret, and it's destroying you."

There. Spoken without the word know.