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

"I think it is."

More curious than anything, Cassidy knelt down beside the box. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to figure the thing out. It's completely out of proportion...

"Gods that's a fat hamster."

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"Dear Nemesis...well, I guess that's where a diet of oil will get you."

She had some experience with furry little pets, so she thought no harm would come in holding the android hamster. In fact, if you got past the robot part, it looked kindof a cute. So, she stuck her hand in the box and pulled it out. Or tried to.

"Oh my gods," gasped Keelyn with wide eyes. "This thing is obese."

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

"Well why do you think it's so heavy," Cassidy retorted, holding back a laugh. "Whoever made it made it completely unrealistic. Like, they were trying to make it chibi-ish or something."

Quite honestly, it was a bit adorable, but the fact that it was, well, a robot took away from the attempted cuteness.

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"Right?"

But if Keelyn wanted to hold it, by the gods she going to hold it. Cradling it in the crook of elbow, she observed its jerky leg movements. "I feel a little bad for it, y'know, it's not his fault he's overweight. Assuming it is a guy."

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

"We could always take it to the forge and take off some of the extra crap off of it," Cassidy suggested.

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"Maybe that's why it was headed for the forge."

Keelyn never got the chance to say what she was thinking, however, because as soon as she set the robo-hamster down on her knee, it bolted. It was surprisingly fast (due to the fact it had wheels), and was racing through the grass in seconds.

"Aw, dammit!"

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

"I don't think it had a lot of oil, hence all the squeaks from the motors and stuff. It won't get far." She picked up the box. "Let's go."

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Jumping to her feet, Keelyn already started to follow the narrow trail of flattened grass. "At least it's not a real hamster," she reasoned.

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

"That would suck. It would know how to survive in the wild." Cassidy scanned the area as she ran, narrowing her eyes as if that would help her see.

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"I'm pretty sure something would eat it."

Keelyn followed the trail easily, but was trying to take care of where she walked. Her foot could crush the robot hamster and break it, or feel like kicking a rock.

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

"You'd be surprised."

Shrugging, Cassidy's gaze fell on something sparking several meters away. A smirk found its way onto her lips. "Found it."

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

Whimsicality wrote: "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..."

Sam returned her smile, unfazed by the mention of her ex-boyfriend.

She's probably looking for some kind of reaction to prove that I'm still cray about him. Hell, I haven't seen him since our break-up date. Well, I won't give her any satisfaction.

"Ah," she said smoothly. "That would explain the basket." Her voice wandered off as she noticed her somewaht of a friend's distant look.

"Um... Airlia? Are you okay?" She had noticed the pout of her already full lips, and worry replaced her attempt at nonchalant.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Snapped back to stable reality by the sound of this girl's-- Samantha-- she could never think of her as Sam-- voice, Airlia's eyes remained light and calm as did her voice.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking." Ironic that you would.

And still the disposition towards envy fluttered nervously in her chest. Airlia's lips tightened for a fraction of a moment and the grey-brown-green of her gaze solidified, glared, but she recovered quickly and her smile grew.

She must be dying of envy right now as well.

"Yes. So... I'll suggest doing something together, the three of us, to him sometime soon?"

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Iviana (The Sign Painter!) wrote: ""You'd be surprised."

Shrugging, Cassidy's gaze fell on something sparking several meters away. A smirk found its way onto her lips. "Found it.""

"Huh. That was faster than I could've done it."

Wary of the sparks coming from the lump of scrap metal (it was probably malfunctioning), Keelyn approached the hamster. It twitched occasionally, but other than that it was quite still.

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

"It comes with being a Hufflepuff," she replied simply.

Slowly, Cassidy followed, box resting against her side. As the hamster grew closer, she knelt down and placed the box on its side.

"Try nudging it in..."

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Keelyn's initial confusion from what Cassidy had said first was quickly pushed aside at the task of corralling the mechanic rodent. The sparks did not cease, and she had the eerie feeling it might try to bite her.

"Um, okay. Just let me, ummmmm..." Aha! Her gaze fell upon a stick; one that would properly get the job done.

Of course she started with poking the hamster. It twitched and a few sparks flew, but it seemed to do the trick and the hamster was in the box in no time.

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

Carefully, as to not disturb the robot, Cassidy tipped the box back to its normal position. She glanced down at it, her expression morphing to something like pity as she rose to her feet.

"Let's get it to the forge."

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Keelyn nodded, tossing the stick aside. After making sure the lid was closed properly, she put her hand in the handles and lifted.

"I feel like I'm going to miss it a little bit," she said.

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

""Who said we were gonna give it back?" Cassidy laughed. She had a playful smirk on her lips. "I have my ways with tools."

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"What if someone else misses it?" Keelyn found herself asking, walking toward the forge again.

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

"We can always say it ran away..." Cassidy replied. "Or we could ask for it."

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"I'm opting for asking for it," Keelyn decided.

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

"Mmkay." Cassidy shrugged and reached down to the box.

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

Whimsicality wrote: "Snapped back to stable reality by the sound of this girl's-- Samantha-- she could never think of her as Sam-- voice, Airlia's eyes remained light and calm as did her voice.

"I'm fine, thanks for..."

Not this old trick again.

Sam's slate eyes nrrowed for a second before she forced them to their normal look. What was Airlia planning?

"Yes, I think you mentioned horseback riding," she replied in a guarded tone.

She must be wanting to gloat about her and Deon. Me dateless. Good plan. B*tch.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Or pegasus diving."

Giving the girl what in her opinion was a wholly undeserved but genuine smile, Airlia looked down again at her basket.

Is this a good idea? -- Be mature. What if Deon sees us in contrast and decides otherwise? -- Be trusting. She dislikes me. I see it in her eyes and the set of her voice. -- Be calm.

Then a sudden fear, so real it nearly set her knees knocking, of losing Deon made that old fire blaze in Airlia's eyes as she looked at Sam again.

Well then, my pretty little flowerpot. We'll see.

"Deon's sort of got a thing for that."

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

"And dancing."

The comment was out of her mouth before she could stop it. Warmth spread up to her cheeks. Even though she was blushing as if in shame, she couldn't help but feel a small twinge of satisfaction. She knew Deon well, too.

Still, thoughts almost identicle to Airlia's haunted Sam.

What's going to happen if he sees me single and wants me back? I am jealous of Airlia, but I wouldn't stoop as low as stealing her boyfriend away from her.

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

Stumbling away from the gazebo, Tinh clutched his notebook in one hand. He was biting the inside of his bottom lip. God, what's wrong with me?

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"Do do dah do, do dah doo..."

Humming a upbeat tune, Hayley danced her way along the small dirt path that led toward the Apollo cabin. If you called the spinning and hopping around she did dancing.

Not watching where she went, Hayley bumped into someone who was going the same way as her. "Oh gods," she began, stepping back and peering at the boy she'd hit. "I'm sorry."

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

Stumbling backward, Tinh blinked several times. He looked up at a girl who'd bumped into him, trying to determine who she was before coming to the conclusion that he hadn't met her.

"S'alright," he muttered.

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"Tinh, right?"

Hayley didn't remember most people, but she was particularly keen on learning the occupants of the Muse cabin. They were highly talented in the Fine Arts, and she that caught her attention. "I'm Hayley, of the Apollo cabin."

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

"Yeah, but, er, how did you know...?"

Tinh trailed off, and shook his head as if to clear it. He offered his hand for her to shake. "You know where I'm from, I think."

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"Muse cabin, child of Polyhymnia, I believe."

She took his hand and shook it, pulling her arm back when she felt the familiar, light clawing on her shoulder. Jink had crawled out to greet the new person, giving Tinh a curious look as he sized him up.

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

"Right..."

Peering curiously at the creature on her shoulder, Tinh dropped his hand and narrowed his eyes. "Erm... Is that a ferret?" he asked curiously.

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This delighted Hayley to no end; he hadn't mistaken her beloved pet for a rat, unlike others who seemed to be lacking in brains.

"Yep!" she chirped, plucking him off her shoulder. "Want to pet him? He doesn't bite." Most of the time...

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

Tinh shook his head slightly. "No, thanks... Sorry." He scratched the back of his head.

"One of my dad's friends had a ferret. We, er, didn't exactly 'get along'," he explained quietly.

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"Oh. Well, Jink's a friendly ferret. Besides, if anything did happen (which it wouldn't), I would heal it in a snap."

Hayley was ever curious of Tinh, ever since she had laid eyes on that notebook of his. There were probably tons of wonderful poems and words that could be woven into a song when paired with one of her tunes. If she befriended Tinh, he might open up and show her the contents of the book.

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

"Oh, right. Apollo."

Tinh felt a slight redness coming to his cheeks. He should've remembered that... No matter. He still wasn't used to the godly parent thing. Shouldn't he have adjusted by now? Two days already.

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Against his pale skin, the blush could be easily seen. Hayley remembered with a small jolt how new he was, and realized her exuberance was probably a little too much for Tinh.

Releasing her ferret so he could romp around their feet (looking for something to amuse himself, probably), she softened her demeanor a notch.

"So, how do you like camp?"

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

"It's been fantastic."

Tinh smiled slightly, thinking of his own cabin and most of the people he'd met so far. "Everything's been amazing."

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"And you've only just arrived," Hayley remarked cheerfully. "It's a really cool place, I remember when I first got here."

Thankfully, Tinh didn't have a clue what happened when Hayley arrived at camp. She had been to confused and outraged at Apollo the entire cabin had to face her childish wrath and moodiness for about three weeks.

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

"Really? What happened?" Tinh asked innocently.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Silverfur wrote: "And dancing."

The comment was out of her mouth before she could stop it. Warmth spread up to her cheeks. Even though she was blushing as if in shame, she couldn't help but feel a small twinge of satisfaction. She knew Deon well, too.

Still, thoughts almost identicle to Airlia's haunted Sam.

What's going to happen if he sees me single and wants me back? I am jealous of Airlia, but I wouldn't stoop as low as stealing her boyfriend away from her.

At that word memories of galas and dances, thrown by her socialite mortal side of the family and attended by her and Deon, rushed into Airlia's thoughts and a beautiful smile lit up her features, eyes fixed bashfully down, serenity setting her divine features aglow with love.

"I know," she said with a faint sigh, then looked up suddenly. The transformation was near ridiculous as the features made eternal in their love went to confusion, suspicion, and then a quiet kind of fury. Daughter of the god of lust, the personification of the most carnal human emotion, Airlia read such things easily.

He danced with her. When? Where did they go? Why? How dare she even suggest-- even imply-- even think--

A strangely controlled smile now graced her enviably pouting lips as the blonde stared at Sam, tilting her head to the side suavely as she surveyed her. Those eyes seemed calculating beyond measure-- as if she knew every single on of the Iriad's weak spots and was prepared to dismantle them each one by one and cruelly so.

"I'm afraid that dancing is a couple activity," she said with the alpha smile of an omniscient girl. "And if you think that I'll be the one watching from the sidelines, think again, Samantha."

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

((Oh how I love Airlia^^))

The dark haired Iriad's cool gray eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't been implying that she would dance with Deon.

Oh gods. Not again. Well, the gods gave you a tongue for a reason, Sam Use it.

Her full, pouty lips pulled back into a grimance, then into a full out snarl. Her eyes narrowed in anger, unique color barely visibly underneath her long lashes.

How dare this girl even think that I would stoop as low as something like that! I may have a rep as a whore, but I don't go as low as that.

"Airlia," she started in a sickly sweet voice that was striking for innocence. "Sweety just because you would be slutty enough to try and dirty dance with Deon with me watching doesn't mean I would."

Her lips transformed into a cold smirk. She'd been dying to say that. Lifting her head up, flipping dark locks behind her in the process, she faced the girl of lust again.

"Who would ever think that you be on the sidelines, anyway? Aren't you always the one getting physical?" She placed her hands on her hips, giving the older girl a cold look. Fury coursed through her even hotter than before. With a small smirk of satisfaction, she leaned toward Airlia, eyes glinting coldly.

"And don't you ever call me Samantha ever again. Ever."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

One golden eyebrow raised in shockingly amused incredulity. I give her so much to work with and she goes down to that? Pretty as a flowerpot and empty as one too.

The girl had even got so far as to mimic her method of interrogation-- however Airlia was confident that she as the daughter of the lust god and supermodel Gianna Colomba did it better.

She took one step forward. A dangerous step. The fiery rage that had made even the son of Phobos turn his head now blazed inferno in her oddly coloured eyes. The further Samantha instigated this battle, the further Airlia saw how truly further up she was on the pedestal: she was the girl with the greater beauty, charm, and wit, and it delighted her to no end to see the girl, so foolishly confident in her own comeback.

Airlia took one moment to savour the victory that was inevitably hers for the girl’s insults were as a drop of water to a bonfire. Insubstantial. And she was prepared to evaporate Samantha Eve Taylor until she fully disappeared. No one dared get on Airlia’s bad side. No one. And she was making no exceptions for this harlot.

Amusement and pitying, condescending, patronization shone in her furious look. She was exactly one inch taller. One year older. So much more experience. And the tongue of acid-dipped steel, usually masked by the extraordinary features, revealed itself.

“Do you know,” she said quietly, her Italian accent making the words playful and purring, “this has got to be the first time I have ever agreed with you. You’re quite right. I would never be on the sidelines. Positions like that are reserved for those such as yourself.” As to what Airlia thought of Sam was plain in the look she gave her now, sharpened on years of other girls threatening her prime status at camp, a look that was an insult in herself.
“Physical? Yes, yes I do.” A secret smile. “With my boyfriend. Unfortunately I have yet to attain the status of campus whore.”

And, cara, it’s no wonder why you can’t think of any proper insults, which I can see that you think you have. Your mind is much more occupied,” here a look filled with such contemptuous disdain as she fluttered those heavenly eyes pointedly down, “with other matters. If you catch my drift.”

One more step. The two girls were nose to nose and Airlia noticed with a pleased smile that she was exactly one inch taller than Samantha. The lip that had enthralled so many boys in the past curled in a sneer. Airlia took a step back, looking at Samantha like she’d found a hilariously shaped stain on a public toilet seat. She turned around, swivelling in her corked heel, and took a few steps towards the Zeus cabin.

She stopped, blonde hair swirling down to her waist, and turned her head so her caramel profile was facing Samantha. A smile—an angelic and ethereal smile. Words of absolute hostility—terrifying any who dared defy her.

“Prettier and smarter—not to mention classier-- girls than you have fallen, Samantha. Don’t make me break a nail on you.”

With a last dazzling smile Airlia turned back to the Zeus cabin, basket swinging on her arm as before. She climbed up the steps quickly and opened the door, eyes glinting at Sam for a swift moment as she entered, fully intent on releasing the rest of her fury on her poor boyfriend.

[Sorry I went a little overboard. Things you should know-- Airlia's not known as the camp whore, at least I never said she was anywhere and she's not that type of girl. Secondly... well I made the rest clear in my post. ;)

So do I. Hahaha.]

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

((I know that! O.O I think Airlia is awesome. I was just trying to put it in Sam's point of view.

Moop. That's fine. Dunno how to respond, but I'll do my best.))

Shock thrummed through Sam, and she struggled to keep her cool down. Airlia had no idea who she was, so why think she could get under her skin?

As hard as she tried, Sam couldn't stop but let the words get under her perfect moisteruzed skin. Angry fire coursed through her, but this wasn't the fire she was used to. It was an angry fire. One that forced herself to struggle to keep her hands at her sides. Jumping Airlia wouldn't solve any problems.

"Airlia, dear?" She called out sweetly, giving her another cold sneer. "I just want you to remember who's tongue was down Deon's throat before yours." With one last look of cold hatred, Sam turned toward the Dionysus cabin.

I need a drink. Or two. Maybe even three.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[Ha. Airlia PWNS at these things. ;)]

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

((Sam is dim^^

Airlia is awesome!!!! So are you, obviously!! XD))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[LOL yeah she is, but she's cute ^^ Heehee. She's a much hotter version of me.]

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

((Sam: JUST CUTE!? D:

Me: *shakes head* I could tell^^))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[Sorry, Sammy, I don't swing that way. ;)

Hahaha. I'm good with my insults.]