losing the feeling of feeling unique;

It felt like some kind of joke. Abigail had been minding her own business, for the most part. Her OCD was affecting her worse here at camp than she’d ever been affected before, and she knew exactly why; the Hermes cabin. While she was grateful for the bed, her urges and compulsions were slowly beginning to spiral. She cleaned her own bedsheets on a daily basis, ignoring the fact that they were washed weekly by the cleaning staff at camp. During spare time, she’d usually be found cleaning every square inch of the cabin, and when you added that to all the training she was doing, Abigail felt exhausted. She hated the fact that she couldn’t relax, but it was beyond her control. If you don’t clean, things get messy. If things get messy, accidents happen, people can get injured, and if germs spread you can get sick. She shudders at the idea and continues to dust the windowsills. A couple of the younger kids were running in and out of the cabin, and while it looked pointless, date she say it? She almost wished she could join them.

A soft pop rings in her ears, and as Abigail blinks out of a confusion, she suddenly finds she isn’t in the Hermes cabin any more. She’s in a garden, surrounded by roses and people. It scared her. “Wie bist du?” She demands, terrified and switching to we default language. “Who are you?” She then adds, walking towards one of the walls of roses that was on either side of them. “Where are we?”

The other girl seemed to ignore her questions completely, asking her own instead. In German first, and Isa opened her mouth to reply with the little German she still remembered from school, but the girl already repeated herself in English. She closed her mouth again, and watched the girl wander off with some annoyance, “I’m Isa. And does it seem like I have any fucking idea?” she replied. She had just as little of an idea what was happening, but so far no one had attacked her yet, so it couldn’t be too bad.

The camp experience just kept on getting worse. Isa was just out of the infirmary, but she still felt sore in places she didn’t think she could. She thought she’d feel relieved to finally be able to move around camp freely again. It still felt like a prison, but at least she wasn’t confined to a bed anymore, right? Except that she had forgotten how hectic her assigned cabin was. It was just as bad, if not worse, than she infirmary. Which meant she had to go find a quiet place elsewhere, especially with Valentine’s Day coming up.

Isa had never really cared much for the 14th of February. She simply didn’t have the time for such a trivial holiday. But last year, when she’d finally had a boyfriend, that had changed. Still, it was a useless holiday. But to be taken out on a surprise date, receiving a huge bouquet of red roses… it had been cheesy, but also perfect. And the fact that she was here, at this day, and that he was back in the Netherlands, probably taking out his new girl… she felt like she wanted the rip her hair out of her skull every time she thought about it for too long.

It felt like some kind of joke. Abigail had been minding her own business, for the most part. Her OCD was affecting her worse here at camp than she’d ever been affected before, and she knew exactly why; the Hermes cabin. While she was grateful for the bed, her urges and compulsions were slowly beginning to spiral. She cleaned her own bedsheets on a daily basis, ignoring the fact that they were washed weekly by the cleaning staff at camp. During spare time, she’d usually be found cleaning every square inch of the cabin, and when you added that to all the training she was doing, Abigail felt exhausted. She hated the fact that she couldn’t relax, but it was beyond her control. If you don’t clean, things get messy. If things get messy, accidents happen, people can get injured, and if germs spread you can get sick. She shudders at the idea and continues to dust the windowsills. A couple of the younger kids were running in and out of the cabin, and while it looked pointless, date she say it? She almost wished she could join them.

The daughter of Poseidon was wiping some color from her face after having come back from painting at the stables. The door of the cabin she’d accidentally left open began to creek and she looked behind her with the mirror to see who it was. “Hello,” she said, still sounding as friendly as always despite how tired she was.

She thinks for a moment. “I am unaware what unclaimed means. Someone did mention that I am only in that cabin temporarily however, if that helps you. I don’t believe in any of this, because I know it is not true.” Or at least, she thought she knew. 

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She still found herself in a constant state of disbelief. Abigail was slowly but surely coming around to the idea of these Greek Gods, but she still couldn’t fully let her Amish ideals go. Perhaps it was being surrounded by so many people her own age who genuinely seemed happy to be here. She couldn’t remember any time in her life prior to camp where she’d seen so many people so overjoyed, besides when she had spent time with-

Was that Harper? Abigail frowns; she’d become lost in her thoughts while walking, and now, she couldn’t believe it, but it genuinely seemed to be the person whose friendship she’d cherished so much was sitting on the ground, a few feet ahead. “Harper?”

His eyes were one of those things that Harper learnt not to trust, or perhaps it wasn’t so much his eyes as it was his mind. Placing images of things he knew where something else stood. Blondes were hard to see as blondes, and not as a the small girl he knew so long ago. The small girl that he held so dear to his heart. The illusion of a memory stood before him, he blinked at with his blank stare. But the mirage, it did not falter or wave. Abigail stood before him, as clear as day. Then, his name. It came crashing in, filling his ears, threatening tears at the corners of his eyes that glassed up in an instant.

The look of alarm and confusion quickly turns to one of happiness; the first big and genuine smile that she’s felt on her face since arriving at camp. Abigail often felt disconnected from her past, from her home, and it made her feel all the worse for being here, but seeing his face, it filled her with joy, all the memories of the early times when she couldn’t leave her bedroom. It really makes her think about how far she’s come, but a sense of fear and dread begins to fill her heart. You can’t do this. 

He seems so.. ordinary. It’s confusing to Abigail, and certainly begins to tilt the scales towards everyone here being right. How is this even possible? Just when she begins to come to a conclusion, she feels as though she’s been hurled back into uncertainty. “Abigail, they have placed me in Hermes.”