frus·tra·tion

“That may have crossed my mind a few times already.” Sophia quietly commented as she peered down at her hands. From the moment she realized her ring was missing, even up till now, she conjured as many possibilities as she could that would result from her irresponsible act. Whether it would be, as the camper mentioned previously, being in the precarious hands of a child of Hermes or even unknowingly dropped in a crate full of strawberries that would later be sold in the city. All of those possibilities led to innocent people being in peril, and it would be her responsibility to prevent that from happening. She pushed herself away from the table, and right before she walked away the second time, she said, “Thought I should warn you. Can’t afford to be careless yet again, you know?” Sophia nodded once to herself, and she stepped away to resume her search.

She decided that ignoring his bitching was the best course of action, jogging ahead of him and knowing that Arson wouldn’t just leave her. She jogs into the center of the arena, smiling when she turned and he came to a stop a little bit away from her. “The last thing you need is extra cheese and pepperoni, tubby.” She let’s out a soft laugh, eyes narrowing playfully as she bounced on the heels of her feet, feeling herself getting pumped up as she gestures him over, arms moving to her sides and hands tightening into fists as she did a little one two jab, throwing punches in the air. “Come on, if you beat me then I’ll get you whatever pizza you want.” She says, bouncing back some when he moved closer, “And if I beat you… then… You let me write on your forehead whatever incriminating sentence I can think of.”

“You know calling me fat isn’t going to make me comply and spar with you right?” He says, giving her an unamused look as she hyped herself up on the mat. “No, no, I cam here because you’re going to by me pizza even if I lose, which I won’t, by the way. I didn’t come here for a competition,” he states, crossing his arms at the pout she gives him but he stands firm on his words. “You’re not writing anything on my forehead, we’re only sparring enough for you to let go of whatever crawled up your ass, and then you’re going to buy me pizza because you made me miss dinner. Again.”

“Good to know. Well then, enjoy your meal, I guess,” she said with a hint of uncertainty. The tone of his voice just then seemed to contradict his earlier concerns, and to her, that may have been brought on by her overstaying her intrusion. Sighing, she decided to move onto another table nearby until a dreaded thought suddenly came to mind. As she slowly returned back to the Ares’ table, she was debating on whether or not she should bother the demigod any further. However, it was better safe than sorry. She rested her hands on the edge of the table, leaning towards him so that he could hear her lowered voice. “Sorry, just one more thing. If you find my ring, whatever you do, don’t break it. I’m not saying that you would do that intentionally, but under no circumstances should the ring be broken. Trust me, it’s the last thing you would want to deal with today.”

Arson looks up when Sophia comes back after having begun to walk away. He quirks an eyebrow as she places her hands on the table, telling him that he shouldn’t break her ring under any circumstances. “What is it bad luck or something?” He asks with a slight snort, thinking it was just a case of Sophia over exaggerating consequences as she always did, but he nodded anyway. “Relax, I won’t break it.”

“Hecate.”

“Then you’re in that general direction,” he says, motioning behind the boy.

“No,” Isabelle sighed, adopting the boy’s attitude. “I can sit here.” Slightly uncomfortable, she leaned closer to her plate, staring complacently at her oats. Her cabin was large, and therefore so was it’s corresponding dining table. Having people watch her eat made her admittedly uncomfortable; even if they were her own siblings and as more campers shuffled in, she cringed at the thought of meeting new brothers and sisters. With no other option in sight, Isabelle had slid onto the nearest, relatively empty table, to the dismay of it’s occupants. “None of this, you sit there, I sit here shit.” 

The question he posed her was met with a cool stare, though her lips failed to suppress the smirk that stitched itself across them. Her top teeth grinded against her bottom set, lips pursed as he ran his eyes over her, the eerie feeling that he was mentally undressing her causing her fingers to clench. They lingered too long on her lips, her pulse rising as she sunk her teeth into her lower lip, the plump skin puckering as she slowly released it from her teeth. He definitely knew how to play the game. Sons of Ares always did. She bet he was a killer in the bed room. Her teeth sunk into the banana once more, eyes fluttering shut as her lips tugged against the fruit, swallowing another bite, her eyes locked on his. She loved it when they played back; it only spurred her on.

Her fingers twirled absent-mindedly at one of her platinum locks, tugging hard at the hair and feeling the sensation in the root of her scalp as his eyes locked on hers once more. Dangerous, she confirmed. Sinful. But she was sure if push came to shove, that wouldn’t prevent her from letting him show her the stars. The good Lord died for her sins after all, so she might as well make it worth it. Slipping her hand under the table, her fingers found his knee cap, hand beginning to slip temptingly up his thigh. “I mean animal instinct. Savage, unadulterated lust. I want nail marks on my skin. Bruises like a birth mark. Teeth around my jugular. Pants around the steering weel, riding like stallions in the back seat of the car.” All the while, her hand still moving, digging deep into the skin until it at last came to rest at the bulge between his legs, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she gave a violent squeeze. Her hand was gone as soon as it had got there, returning to her lap, a face of angelic innocence with bouncing blonde curls as her lips slipped around the banana to take another bite.

Arson’s eyebrows quirked up when he felt her hand on his knee, sliding up his leg like a black widow crawling towards it’s prey. She began to describe the kind of sex she craves, Arson growing even more intrigued at her shamelessness. He’d known shameless girls, of course he did, but none had quite the aura around them that this girl seemed to. He made no move to acknowledge the hand now inching up his thigh, nails pressing into the denim of his jeans, only slightly painful until her hand rested against the front of his jeans, closing in a violent squeeze that made him jolt. It was gone as soon as it came, but the pain didn’t recede as quickly. He makes an annoyed and pained noise, electric blue eyes meeting hers in a deadly glare. He could feel the heat of his anger crawling up the knobs of his spine, boiling his blood as fire seemed to gather just beneath the skin of the tips of his fingers. Arson knows he shouldn’t, knows that if he were to hurt this girl in some way he would be reprimanded, but the temptation ate at his insides like poison.

“Well I’ve got a fun fact for you,” he starts, voice low, angry, him leaning in, hand coming up to wrap around her fragile wrist and yank her in close. “Guys don’t really want to fuck a girl who pulls their dicks like they want to tear it off,” he growls in her ear, fingers tightening jest slightly before he lets go with enough force to push her back just slightly. He knew that likely wasn’t the best course of action, but the alternative was something that even in his anger, he wouldn’t allow himself to stoop as low as to do. He goes back to his food now, completely ignoring the bird of a girl beside him, simply waiting for her to either retaliate or get up and leave.

Alycia shakes her head some, standing up to her feet and resting a hand on her hip, looking over to Arson, “If I remember right you were going through the,”  Alycia dropped her voice a few octaves, doing her best attempt of an Australian accent as she pressed her hand to her heart   ’oh i hate my life, why am i at this stupid camp, no one understands me’”, she actually laughed some at the look on his face, her eyes rolling before clearing her throat, "Whatever phase.” She teases as she shrugs one shoulder, glancing towards the empty camp borders again and letting out a sigh, “So don’t even act like you can’t understand why they’d be scared.” She mutters, biting her bottom lip before dropping her arm, “So if you’re obviously not here to welcome new campers, why are you here? Trying to sneak out?”

Arson gave her look, eyes completely showing how unamused he was at her sad attempt to replicate his accent. “First of all,” he starts, following her and standing up as well before continuing. “I don’t sound like that. You sound like Steve Irwin on speed. And second of all, being angry and being scared are two different things,” he states, tone matter-of-fact before she asks him if he was trying to sneak out and he shrugs, looking around them. “Pretty much. My connect is waiting in the city and I’d figured I could kill two birds with one stone and replenish my cigarette stock,” he says, azure eyes coming to meet hers once more. “Wanna come?”

Minnah’s eyes roll, ignoring him as she kept  a grip on his wrist dragging him out of the pavilion and in the direction of the arena. “You’re gonna lemme punch you,” She mutters, walking a bit slower and dropping her hold on his wrist once she was sure they were far enough away from the pavilion to keep him from running back, “And I’m always the one that buys pizza anyways,” Minnah whines as she looks up at him, “Always buy the fucking pizza, cause you’re cheap.” She crosses her arms over her chest, before reaching up to tighten her ponytail some, her shoulders slumping and her arms dropping to her sides. “I think i might have gotten myself into a little bit of trouble,” Minnah wasn’t completely sure what was going to come with her little encounter with Cecily, but she was sure it wasn’t good, and she was sure it was going to end with some sort of magical curse on her, and Cecily with a bloody nose, “But I didn’t even start it so i'ma need you to back me up if the bitch tries anything.” Minnah was sure he would, though she was also sure he would be a dick about it, “Since you love me and all,” She threw in jokingly, to make him less worried like she was sure he might be, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder and jogging ahead of him some when the arena came into view, “If you let me punch you i’ll buy you two large pizzas!”

“Because you’re always the one that makes me miss dinner,” he snaps back without missing a beat when she whines at him, sighing and walking beside her as she tells him she might’ve gotten herself into some trouble. His brows furrow, worry beginning to settle into his stomach. Minnah never knew when to just back off ever, even if it meant for her safety. One day she was going to mess with the wrong person and get herself seriously harmed, and Arson would probably be kicked out of camp for beating them to a bloody pulp when that did happen. “See this? This is why you’re gonna end up getting yourself fucking turned into a fly,” he tells her, giving her a look when she said he loved her to ease the tension growing between his shoulder blades. He spots the arena coming into view and he lets out a groan when the honey blonde jogs ahead. “Min, Minnah I want food,” he whines. “I don’t want to spar. Minnah!” He sighs when she doesn’t listen, instead picking up her pace. “It better fucking be an extra cheese and pepperoni,” he mutters, picking up his pace to a jog.

It was clear to Andromeda that most of the people in which she ran into had been at the camp before. This was her first time. She didn’t know the locations, campers or anything else about this place. Getting lost was bound to happen at some point. Cheers, laughter and a constant babbling echoed all around her; it made her sick. Andromeda was not used to being around this many people that were genuinely happy. Making her way to what seemed like a dining area, she glanced around at several tables unsure of where she could go. Did it really matter? From the words of the male seated before her, it appeared that it was so. “You’re kidding…” a sigh escaped from her lips. “Want to be so kind to point me in the direction of where the Children of Hades sit?” she questioned, a curious brow raising as she awaited his response. ‘Children of Hades’, the words sounded like they’d come from someone completely deranged. Demigods, gods, mythological creatures – it was all meant to be a myth and now here she was; a living story.

“Or…we could start our very own recording studio, with him as our first signed artist. Maybe we’d get extremely successful and finally get bigger cabins.”

“Half-Blood Enterprises,” he hums, before wrinkling his nose. “Or something more creative, like, Ambrosia Entertainment or something. As long as we go platinum off his first rap album.”

River gave him a worried look as he scanned the area. His siblings weren’t in sight, and he didn’t know where e he had to go. “I don’t,” he mumbled.

Arson sighed, setting down his food. “No need to have a panic attack about it mate,” he says, looking around them. “Godly parent. Who is it?”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his statement, a grin finding its way onto her features. “You could pretend to care about the whole welcoming process for one summer though. It would make Chiron happy. Don’t you want the centaur to be proud of you?” The words are laced with an amused tone as she snagged a piece of fruit from his plate. “You should put some of that food into your system, Arson. You’re not going to have any stamina for training otherwise.”

Arson gave the girl an unamused look when she asked if he wanted Chiron to be proud of him. “Yes, completely. I want Chiron to finally be proud of me, it’s a dream of mine,” he deadpans, giving her a look when she took some of the fruit from his plate. “I have perfect stamina, thank you very much. And if you want more food, there’s an entire table of it over in that direction,” he states, motioning behind him. “Better get to it.”