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

"Ye-es?" he drawled out his answer, an eyebrow raised. Anyone who knew him well enough knew there was something off. Rhys never mocked (not anymore, at the very least). He was never bitter. Never really ever angry or mad or irritated. What happened? asked a voice in the back of his mind, which he simply pushed away. He wouldn't think of that now.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

"Emotions don't always hurt you know." In some ways, they were opposites. Arizona was never content, yet had this silly optimistic cover she enjoyed yet still on the inside she was struggling and frustrated. An activist, maybe. The average finding-out-who-I-am story, with an interesting twist.
((And Zone gains depth.))

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

"I never said they did." Rhys shrugged again. He was a realist, not a pessimist. Just a realist. He was also just another human.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

"I assumed, you seem to think displaying them should be against the law." She mentally shunned herself for jumping to conclusions, the curfew dawning on her concious.

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

"I don't, in fact, find them illicit. I merely do not want to be an open book," Rhys replied coldly. "Perhaps (I don't think this has occurred to you yet) I find them to get in the way" He practically spat the last four words, the old scowl tugging it's way onto his features.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

"That's too bad. Because trust in an emotion." She whispered, not wanting to fight with him. But her protests were crushed, as well her heart. Before, she shut his reasoning out, refusing to listen. Now she has, and realizes, whether falsely or not, that with platonic relationships comes emotion, and all that comfort she had taken in friendship was another false accusation. And now she didn't mask her hurt, letting her persistence drop and shatter on the ground with a gaze to follow.

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

He felt guilt. Just the slightest bit. He hurt her. But guilt didn't outweigh his anger. It wasn't even close to anger in the mix of emotions that had stirred in his mind. In his hidden soul. "And trust I have none."

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

"I understand." And for once in five years, a tear fell from where it had been pooling in her lashes. Now in hindsight she realizes she protecting herself from the affects of the world in her own little world. Turning from him, in a last attempt to scavenge the last of her pride and hide her tear she took a step, then whispered something barely audible. "Feel free to forget that night." Closing her eyes, she shook her head in a small motion. Not waiting for a reply, she promptly left.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

"I understand." And for once in five years, a tear fell from where it had been pooling in her lashes. Now in hindsight she realizes she protecting herself from the affects of the world in her own little world. Turning from him, in a last attempt to scavenge the last of her pride and hide her tear she took a step, then whispered something barely audible. "Feel free to forget that night." Closing her eyes, she shook her head in a small motion. Not waiting for a reply, she promptly left.

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

Rhys watched her go. It was hot. He felt cold. Rigid. He could hardly make out her figure as it disappeared in that crooked darkness. Had he just lost a friend? He had. Is that what that ache was? That sort of dry negativity freezing under the cold that was anger and frustration and hatred of confusion. Was that it? Losing a friend. Losing a friend. Foreign. Like everything else. Turning, he shoved his fists into his pockets and with the same cold composition that he miraculously maintained, he walked back to the Hecate cabin.

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

Frege wrote: "Narcyz, who was merrily humming a song pranced around the grounds, nearly hitting a bunch of Aphrodite girls and somehow managed to get away from the giggling girls without getting any makeup on hi..."

((I'm so sorry! EOCTs and all that.))
Matt was momentarily taken aback. He backed up quickly and instictively reached towards his sword before he realized it was just a friendly (if not confused) camper. Parinoid much? he thought to himself.
"No harm done," he replied outloud, giving the other guy a small smile. "At least you survived the gaggle of Aphros," Matt added, eyes sparkling as he noticed the retreating group of girl.

[[deleted user]]

((I'm so sorry! D:))

Narcyz nodded in agreement. "I'm rather lucky, if I do say so myself. Last time I fell into their hands..." he shuddered at the sole (sp?) memory of the encounter. "And the worst part is that I suddenly fell asleep then too. So I was unconscious, with about six Aphrodite campers. They threw me in the lake, after giving me a make-over. Luckily, a naiad helped me up." He all said that very fast, so he took a deep breath and turned around, feeling that he had given to much information to a mere stranger.

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

Anfisa had managed to untangle herself from the horse reins and drag herself out of the stables. She was making her way to her cabin, slowly. The poor child was exhausted, and she hadn't the faintest clue why. Pausing her feeble journey under a somewhat small birch tree, Anfisa panted. She took a moment to look over her hands. They were completely cut up. She only had one spare pair of gloves back at her cabin. What would Nana think?

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

A surprisingly pleased Phobos camper continued down his path, day dreaming about a specific priestess. Taking no notice to the bloodied girl, he almost ran right into her. Stumbling, he murmured apologizes. When he caught sight of the girl, he frowned.

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

"I'm sorry," were the first words to leave her mouth as the boy stumbled over her. Then Anfisa recognized him, and an involuntary whimper escaped her. She hid her hands into her little pockets.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Not entirely recongnizing her, for rage had temporarily hazed his vision when he had met her before, Devon just continued frowning. Since he had previously been thinking of Petra, he was confused on what to do. The old self would've continued on with out a glance, but now he didn't want Petra to come to the conclusion he was a monster. Even if she wasn't here. So, instead he spoke slowly and deliberately, trying not to scare the girl though he did seem intimidating, it was sorta hard for him not to.

"You should probably go to the infirmary."

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

Her hands were stinging again. Same with her arms and where that boy had hurt her. But she refused to pull them out of her pockets; she didn't want him to see her blood.
At 'infirmary', Anfisa's eyes widened further, eminate fear in them. She shook her head feverishly. The place scared her, and she'd been spooked enough times that day.
"N-No thank you. I-I'm o-o-okay."

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

"They could get infected, and then you'll be in there longer. Let's put it this way: If you go there now, you'll be there for maybe 2 hours tops. If you get infected and get sick later, you'll be there for a day or two minimum." Devon explained, trying to reason sensibly at a level that the young girl could understand. He wasn't good with kids though, and he was shifting awkwardly, he just really wanted to leave. But he also didn't want to be and the point of blame if this girl got further injured.

But his tone was blatant and obviously displeased.

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

Anfisa sniffled, but she nodded. He scared her, too. She didn't want to make him mad. She remembered the last time... She quickly staggered to her feet, feeling even more light headed than before. She took a few steps towards the infirmary, but Anfisa was fatigued enough as it was, and those few steps caused her to trip over her feet and fall face-first to the ground. She sniffled again and attempted to stand up again.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Devon hesitated, raking a hand through his hair. What the hell, I don't care. He thought, and gently reached out to help her out. It didn't cause him pain to help people, it was more of he knew once he did he'd start to care. And caring just hurt you in the end. But he did anyway, helping her stand up he realized how hurt she really was. Probably won't make it to the infirmary. Thinking about how odd he was being, like a cobra helping a mouse, he sighed at himself.

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

Anfisa stared up at him, wide-eyed. You're not bad, she thought. You're helping me. But she didn't voice her thoughts. She didn't want to jinx it. Instead she whispered her thanks, and began towards the infirmary again, her feet tripping over one another. She stopped, and sniffled, and then looked up at Devon.
"Can you help me?" she asked quietly.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Devon opened his mouth to reply, but in doubt that he'd say something encouraging he just nodded instead. His eyes were displaying a war inbetween his emotions, every past instinct told him to leave but his concious told him otherwise. Carefully lifting the girl, he started on his path. His position was awkward, seeing that he had never lifted a child before unless it was to beat them up. But he supported her well enough, not sure another way to help her to the infirmary.

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

Anfisa's head rested on his shoulder. She was far too tired to protest. She'd pulled her hands from her pockets by then, and they were holding onto Devon. They had, by then, stopped bleeding, thankfully.
"Thank you," she murmured.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

"Don't mention it." He whispered, not even sure if she heard. Devon's eyes were focused on the path in front of him, suddenly he felt responsible. But he also felt a kind of relief, like he was on the road to recovery. Awww, sh*t. This is karma. He thought begrudgingly. Next I'm gonna be apologizing for things I did.

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

((poof?))

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

((Sure. Wait: Poof like gone or poof like to the infirmary?))

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

((Do you want to RP at the infirmary or no?))

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

Frege wrote: "((I'm so sorry! D:))

Narcyz nodded in agreement. "I'm rather lucky, if I do say so myself. Last time I fell into their hands..." he shuddered at the sole (sp?) memory of the encounter. "And the wo..."

Matt winced sympythetically as the hurried tale ended. "Yikes. That sounds nightmarish. But why'd you fall asleep? Did they drug you or something?" he added, half curious and half thoughtful. He seems familiar...

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

((lol, Kat! "Awww, sh*t. This is karma. He thought begrudgingly. Next I'm gonna be apologizing for things I did. ^^))

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

((I don't care! :) Light!))

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

((Kat! =D))

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

((hmm... The just fade. :3))

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

((Okies.))

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

Anfisa slowly made her way across the grounds from the infirmary. Her hands were clasped together, and she wore a rather scared look on her face, as if she thought something would jump out at her at any moment

[Moon]

[FINALLY!]

Santiago, who sauntered around the area reading a book on Norse weaponry, didn't notice the little girl. He ran into her, and his book fell onto the ground. Almost immediately, he helped her get up from the ground.

The only expression he had now was concern. "Are you okay?"

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

((ROAR. e-O))

"I'm sorry!" Anfisa blurted out, disregarding the question and only feeling guilty for walking straight into the boy. Her eyes went wide, having not seen--let alone met-- him before. She took a small step away from him, lip quivering.

[Moon]

[e.e I'm angry at GR.]

Although he hadn't meant to scare the girl, it had happened anyway.

"It's okay. It was my fault. I'm the one who should be sorry." Santiago tried using a slow, soothing tone, but he had never had little kid siblings (his youngest siblings were only two years younger than him), so he didn't know if it worked.

He didn't see a change in her reaction, so he decided to use a different tactic to make the girl calm down. He tried humming the song "Over the Rainbow".

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

His smooth song seemed to calm her a bit as she stood a little straighter and her shoulders relaxed a bit. Anfisa lowered her hands and sighed quietly.

"You have a nice voice," she said quietly. "I like that song, too."

[Moon]

"Thank you. It's also my favorite. But, if you really want to hear talent, I suggest that you go to the Muse cabin. Now, those campers have talent." Santiago gave a humble bow after he finished, and seeing that she was still sitting on the ground, he sat down beside her.

"I'm sorry that I didn't do this earlier, but what is your name? I'm Santiago, from the Eros cabin."

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

"You're welcome. I know one of them. Her name's Arizona, and she's really nice," Anfisa replied with a small smile. "And I'm Anfisa Cumley." She scooted away a few inches, to make sure he had room. She crossed her legs.

[Moon]

"I'm sure that she is. Mo- A lot of the campers here are nice." Santiago had almost said most, but he realized that that would be a lie. Only some of the campers were friendly, and of those friendly campers, only a few were his friends- or at least, used to be. He hadn't really talked to anyone he really had wanted to talk to, except for his sister. She probably was the only person who was on speaking terms with him.

"So, Anfisa, what cabin are you from? If you aren't claimed, then I hope that I haven't hurt your feelings." He looked at her, but no visible sign of any cabin was shown.

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

"A lot of them are," Anfisa agreed. She knew of some of the mean ones. She wondered where he was at. "Some of them aren't. Like..." She frowned. What was his name? She remembered Jasmine saying it once or twice. She shrugged off the matter.

"Hecate," she answered.

[Moon]

Ah. So, she was a young girl with magic. He wondered if she knew how to control her magic. He hadn't felt anything, so he assumed that she was under the tutleage(sp?) of one of her younger siblings.

Santiago didn't really know who Anfisa meant. It was most likely a child of Phobos. "Is the person a girl or a guy?"

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

((tutelag*))

"A boy. I think his name started with a 'D'. But it wasn't Devon. He helped me to the infirmary," Anfisa explained quietly. She was still confused as to what happened at the stables. Perhaps he knew what happened. He seemed to know a lot.

[Moon]

[Thanks.]

D? D,D,D? Who terrorized the camp and had a name that started with a 'D'? "Dylan? Delwyn? Damian? I don't think any of those guys would hurt people for fun."

Santiago couldn't think of any guy whose name started with a 'D' and scared people. Ironically, he couldn't remember the name of the camper who had broken his nose a few years ago.

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

Anfisa shook her head. "No, not any of them." She sighed. "It's okay. You don't have to try to remember. Thank you for trying, though." She'd ask Jasmine later, if she saw her. She wanted to pay the daughter of Demeter a visit to make sure she was okay.

[Jo]

((Ivi!))

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

Blue wrote: ""Hey",Blue said, skipping up to Anfisa,"where have you been girlie? I have been looking for you all day!""

((Please make your character before RPing.))

[Moon]

[My last day is tomorrow, so I'm hoping that I'll be able to go on more frequently until June 23.]

None of them? Well, it wasn't a surprise. They were decent guys, not really aggressive. Wait a second... he didn't mention any of the campers from Phobos.

"Uh, was it Devon? Last I remember, Devon was from Phobos, and he certainly didn't have any problem beatiing people up. I have to say, though, I feel like I'm leaving someone's name out."

It was a little nagging feeling, not being able to remember the name of a person, but now, Santiago clearly saw the face in his mind.

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

((:D))

Anfisa shook her head again. "No, it wasn't Devon. Devon helped me get to the Infirmary," she replied. She sighed again. "It's okay, you don't have to remember."

She laid on the ground, sighing as she stared up at the almost clear sky.