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"Oh, you just won't admit to yourself that you had fun," Lucas replied in an irritable scoff. Now that Anfisa was out of sight and he had time to think about how long that had been stuck on his shirt...Dear gods.

His face felt hot and he felt completely clueless, not like the feeling was foreign, but he seethed inside for not noticing. "I most certainly did not love it," he added, the seriousness in his tone lacking in both amusement and, surprisingly, anger. The real damage that had been done here was to his pride, something that could be easily fixed.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Bottom lip sticking out, cerulean blue eyes widening, Myra crept on closer.

"I'm sorry if it insulted your pride," she whispered in his ear, nuzzling his cheek and brushing it with her full lips.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

((That Adrian me is groaning inwardly))

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[It's OK, the awesome of your posts from before makes up for it]
"I s'pose it was just for a good laugh," Lucas allowed after awhile, weighing his options and deciding it wasn't very fair to get mad. After all, he had been expecting revenge.

At least she didn't take my clothes when I was in the showers or something. Even though half the girls in camp would swoon over him bare-chested in only a towel.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Good," Myra said, and smiling widely, she wrapped her arms around Lucas' neck, thumping her nose to his with a wink.

"You're not mad?"

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"A little, but that's just me," Lucas said, mouth twitching up into a faint smile. "I'll get over the fact the entire camp saw my back--" He tickled her sides for good measure, planting a soft kiss on Myra's forehead. "--And you finish that 'paperwork', eh?"

[., Goddess of Bacon]

A rich giggle burst from Myra and she traced the side of Lucas' face with one of her endearing smiles.

"I didn't mean to make you mad," she murmured.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

Whimsicality wrote: "[I'M DRUNK SO I'
M SPORRY IF MMY P;OSTS SUCL :(]"

((AHAHAHAHAHAHA I ALMOST DIED OF LAUGHTER FROM THAT! xD))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[HAHAHAHAHAH
I'M GLAD YOL AUGYE.D.]

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((XD))

"You should have known I would have gotten a smidgen mad." Lucas looked down at her with an accusing look, brow puckered in the slightest and lips in a small pout.

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

With a rather ghastly look on her face, Cassidy stumbled through the grounds. Her fingers fumbled in her pocket, and her eyes grew wide.

"Sh*t."

She'd throw her dagger in the fields. And she'd left it there. And there was no damn way ((no reference intended)) she was going back after meeting the Deimos girl.

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Keelyn hauled a box across the grounds, pulling lamely on a rope she'd attached to it. The idea came to her without much thought, and she ignored the fact the rope would give her hands painful burns when rubbed against her skin.

So she walked the grounds, dragging around the heavy contents that were to go the forge around with great difficulty. "I have the muscles of a seven year old, why me?" she muttered to herself crossly, inspecting the red skin of her hands.

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

Glancing back at the fields, then down at the ground, Cassidy found her gaze fixated on a girl, to whom she recognized as Keelyn, pulling a box. With a rope. And a cheap one at that.

Slowly, as to keep her mind off the panicky thoughts, she made her way towards Keelyn.

"Need help?"

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Rubbing her sweaty hands on the cloth of her jeans, Keelyn glanced at Cassidy and nodded with a relieved exhale. Finally, someone who probably had a better idea of how to move this box with more ease.

"Do I ever. It's full of supplies for the forge, but it's so freakin' heavy."

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

"Well, there's handles on their for a reason other than ropes. Grab that side, I'll get the other."

Cassidy moved to the other side, and grabbed one of the handles with both hands. She gave an expectant look to Keelyn.

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There are handles? What the--Oh.

Keelyn hadn't taken care to examine the box properly, and only until now did she notice the convenient handles with a slouch of her shoulders. This was one of the things her not-so-keen eyesight often proved to miss.

Hooking her fingers through the loop of the handle, she counted down to three and raised the box.

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

With a heave, Cassidy lifted the box and, sucking in her breath quickly. She started towards the forge slowly, as the box still proved to be a lot heavier than she'd thought. Meh.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

Mallory walked onto the grounds, and she was not a pretty sight. She had an ugly bruise on her cheek,which was swelled up like a baloon. Her hair hung around her face in messy curls. But there was a wide smile on her face, anyway.

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Iviana (The Sign Painter!) wrote: "With a heave, Cassidy lifted the box and, sucking in her breath quickly. She started towards the forge slowly, as the box still proved to be a lot heavier than she'd thought. Meh."

"What's in this anyways? A boulder?"

Keelyn lagged behind, trying not to let her sweaty grip loosen. If that happened, the other end of the box would have fallen on someone's foot.

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

Ivan wore a large grin on his face as he walked alongside the daughter of Aphrodite. His dark eyes glanced back and forth between the various trees which dotted the grounds.


Cassidy shrugged. "Supplies. Use your imagination."

A small smirk tugged on her lips as she walked on. Her grip was stiff on the box. "Or you could ask the Hephaestus kids."

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

Mallory looked up, a confused expression crossing her face as she saw him staring into the distance. Trying to get his attention, she squeezed his hand. "Watcha lookin' at, Ivan?"

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

Ivan shrugged. "Different stuff. Like them," he added with a glance at the two girls hefting what seemed to be a rather heavy box.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

Mallory met his gaze, tilting her head at the scene. "Should we go help them? That looks really heavy."

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"They look kinda scary." Keelyn put her other hand on the box, hoping to steady the teetering that threatened to spill the heavy contents. "But like the Ares kids, though."

She eyed the box, again; the inside rattled a little each step they took. Hammers...?

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

Ivan shrugged. "If you want to," he replied.


"It'll probably be something we least expect," Cassidy replied. "Like, I dunno, if I say something it might be the exact opposite."

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

"Do you want to?" She swung their intwined arms with a smile.

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

"Sure," he chirped and started towards them.

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"Like, marshmallows or something. I'm sorry, that was stupid." Keelyn automatically apologized without even finding reason to. It was a habit. She turned her head, hoping to hide the embarrassment from Cassidy's view. Think before you talk, she slowly reminded herself.

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

"S'alright. Don't think marshmallows can be this heavy, though. Maybe it's like a puppy or something," Cassidy chuckled.

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"Like a robot puppy," Keelyn breathed, taking another glance at the box. Her grip began to weaken the further they went, and she had to stop.

"I can't go on any longer. Let's take a break," she suggested, near panting.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

Mallory followed him, hand clamped arond his. "Hi," she said in a timid voice.

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

Cassidy nodded, carefully placing the box on the ground. "We should just look at what's inside," she commented.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Heads would no doubt turn as this daughter of Eros made her way around the grounds. Airlia Colomba hardly paid any attention to her appearance at camp, knowing that she didn’t need to enhance her beauty, but a recent shake of her stable confidence had forced her to do so immediately. Her hair was tousled irresistibly down her back in a golden mane of bed-head curls. Bronze legs were bare for the looking in a short denim skirt, their fine shape put on display in red sandal wedges. Those startling eyes were smouldering in eyeliner, pouting lips kept bare, eyelashes lengthened by a mascara wand sweeping against her cheek every time she blinked.

Yes, Airlia Colomba was every boy’s dream. Every boy, she fretted, but her own? Was it possible?
She shook this thought from her mind as she continued her stride across the grounds to the Zeus cabin, a basket filled with lunch goods swinging from her arm.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

Many less heads would turn at the arrival of the Iris girl's enterance, but that didn't bother her. She was just glad a few heads turned in her direction. For once, she hadn't prettied herself up just to step out the door. Her darrk brown locks were brushed down to frame her thin face. Striking gray eyes were professionally accesorized with a thin line of eyeliner, but huge eyelashes that brushed her nealty plucked eyebrows.

Absently dancing through the few trees in the grounds, Sam Taylore weaved through the plants. Though she looked as happy as could be, thoughts haunted her. Casper... leaving? It was a heart-breaking thought, and the more time she spent with him, the more that fact hurt her heart.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

An apple rolled out of the basket as Airlia swung it a little too hard; as a result she sighed and got down on her hands and knees, offering the camp a rather unobstructed view of her backside. Where had it gone to? Beyond that hedge?

Shooting a glare behind her that rendered those wolf-whistling teenage boys silent, she reached out to swat blindly for the apple and instead hit what was either some weirdly textured plant or someone's leg. Gasping in surprise Airlia scooted back to look up.

"Oh," she murmured, regaining her composure and forgetting all about the lost apple, "it's you."

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

It's you?

Sam's eyes narrowed for a moment. The way Airlia had said 'you' gave Sam the impression that she was unwelcomed by the beautiful daughter of Eros.

With a sigh, Sam crossed her arms over her well-filled out chest. "Yes it's me," she replied evenly. "And that's you."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Rising up on such high heels would have proved difficult for some but Airlia did so with a grace that had the boys swooning all over again. Scowling darkly at them (and therefore shutting them up for a second time), Airlia turned to Sam, that scowl lingering for a second before she replaced it with a calm half-smile.

"Yes, it is," she agreed.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

Sam resisted to roll her eyes at the males surrounding them. She found them tolerable at times, but wanting to slap them at others. She did her best to ignore them by returning the smile.

"How are you, Airlia?"

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Fine," the Eros beauty replied lightly, repositioning the basket on her arm, taking care not to swing it.

Those ever-calculating hazel-green eyes studied Sam for a long moment before tilting her head to sweetly ask, "And you?"

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

Her voice was sweet, like honey. In Sam's opinion, it was much too sweet. Sickly sweet, perhaps.

She hesitated. She could easily lie to her, but just as easily pour her heart out.

"I'm... fine," she decided stiffly. Her intense gray gaze falling to her blue pumps.

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Iviana (The Sign Painter!) wrote: "Cassidy nodded, carefully placing the box on the ground. "We should just look at what's inside," she commented."

"I don't think we're at liberty to do that," Keelyn said in a cautious tone. Although, opening the box and seeing what weighed so much wasn't really a crime.

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

"Touche." Cassidy pulled her hands away from the handles, examining them for any signs of cuts or splinters.

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"But it isn't like they would know. I mean, they don't have like, spies or anything." Keelyn managed to keep the eager curiosity out of her voice, making her words seem as nonchalant as possible.

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

"Yeah, 'cause if they did, that'd suck," Cassidy replied with a grin. "Shall we?"

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Silverfur- (I love Edward!!!!!!) wrote: "Her voice was sweet, like honey. In Sam's opinion, it was much too sweet. Sickly sweet, perhaps.

She hesitated. She could easily lie to her, but just as easily pour her heart out.

"I'm... f..."

"That's good. Well, I was just going to see Deon," Airlia supplemented lightly, keeping her tone light and calm, giving Sam a glowing smile.

In truth the girl was dying to get to the Zeus cabin in order to force an interrogation out of her boyfriend-- now being stalled by what seemed suspiciously like an ex-girlfriend, Airlia's mood had been greatly diminished.

If she's still not completely over him-- and that's so obvious-- wouldn't that mean that they actually had something true going for each other? Suspicious thoughts cradled the envious ones and Airlia's bottom lip stuck out in a pout as her eyes unfocused and went to the distance.

What if I ruined something-- what if she could have been better for him than I...?

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"We shall."

Not hesitating a moment more (more cautious thoughts were bound to come into the usually careful girl's mind), Keelyn pulled the box closer and slowly lifted open the lid. What was revealed wasn't even close to what she'd expected.

You're kidding me.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[Whim is confused.

o.O]

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[:P]

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

"What the f*ck is that...?"

Cassidy peered over the edge. What she saw was a mechanical lump of whirring motors. Then she recalled her own words.

"Told you it'd be something we wouldn't expect."

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Raising a brow, Keelyn fully opened the box and had to hold back a squeal when it...moved.

Awkwardly scampering about in the bottom of the box was a mechanical hamster, no less. It was made out of scrap metals, you could tell, for all the colours on it were different and patched together. The face was made of minuscule nuts and bolts, and the whole creation was about the size of a grown man's fist.

"Is that supposed to be what I'm guessing it is?"
Maybe one of the Hephaestus kids had a fondness for animals.