bet you're looking for something new;

Hana had been in the infirmary for less than fifteen minutes but she already wanted to leave. The crowded place was too much, the stench of people was intoxicating, specially after she spend months upon months without any company. It felt strange, made her feel uncomfortable. Their stares didn’t help, the satyr had told her this place was filled with demigods, told her that in here she could be normal but so far all she got were weird glances. Why? Hana couldn’t know. The girl had no idea how skinny she was or how pale she looked, the girl was completely oblivious as to how weak she looked and of how bad her health was. It was to be expected, Hana barely ate, barely had time to take care of herself. All she focused on was running and staying safe from any weird attacks. 

Her mind kept going what the satyr had told her, she was trying to remember it all. She had been here once before but she couldn’t remember a lot, only the orange shirts, campfire and arguments. Part of her brain had shut down that week, after all why would a fourteen year old have to believe that she was a demigod? Shaking her head she looked at the person walking her way. Without thinking about it twice she spoke up. “When can I leave?” Hana didn’t stop to introduce herself, or to ask who the person was or if they worked in the infirmary, the girl was too shaky to think properly. All the daughter of Selene wanted was to leave, go to a place where she didn’t need to listen to others.

Gen was often a regular visitor for the infirmary. She’d done it once again, end up in a fight with another camper that hadn’t ended well. At all. She was covered in brusies, cuts, and she looked incredibly pale. It was with great reluctance that she returned to her bed, after having been caught by a healer trying to sneak out. She wasn’t one for looking after herself, anyone who’d seen her during training could see that. She just kept throwing herself into it, when she was clearly too weak to cope. It was no wonder she’d lost so badly. 

As she was walking, she was stopped, a frown forming at the question posted to her. Genevieve raised an eyebrow at the other, a look of pure annoyance on her face. “Do I look like I’m a healer?” The girl replied, gesturing the wounds that hadn’t yet been cleaned as she’d tried to escape. “If I was, I’d feel sorry for the state of this entire fuckin’ camp.”

“You can’t ignore me Luca! I will find you and torture you if you take away my coffee when I visit.” She growled into her phone before she hung up. “Sorry, half-brother.”

“Well, that’s not at all worrying. Should we fear his safety?”

                     ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ                        

“Right, yeah.. Sorry.” Caroline scratched fhe back of her neck, “Is it dumb that I can’t really acknowledge when someone is being sarcastic?”

She shook her head. “It’s not. I know lots of people who could do with a few lessons in it.” Namely, the entire village of Northbridge.

———— GEN’S sarcasm and laughter had only made a smirk appear onto his lips. In fact, her very presence had made a small twinkle in his dark eyes. Aphrodite has definitely blessed her in the looks department. ‘’Hey, I have you know that I am very polite. In fact, I was being polite. It was juuust a little constructive criticism and honesty, that’s all. And you know what they say about honesty,’’ He had swung down from the statue and had jumped right in front of her with his combat boots and folded arms. Leaning in slightly, the son of Phobos said quietly. ‘’…some people around here can’t take it, and if I don’t keep my mouth shut my real nose would suffer a worse fate. Then again, people think I’m-’’ Kian had paused, narrowing his eyes at the girl. She was probably new; everyone knew about his death. And the statue too. But this was the first person he had to introduce himself to ever since the d e a l. He started walking back to the block, sitting down on it. ‘’If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.’’ He decided, leaning against…himself?

She raised an eyebrow. “Polite? Oh, you’re about as polite as every other pigyn around here. Especially those in the Ares cabin.“ She commented, rolling her eyes as she looked up at the statue. “There’s a big difference between being offensive and constructive criticism. There people here made a statue, and I’m going to assume you probably didn’t request it, and you’re critiquing their work as though it’s an assignment. Completely uncalled for, and honestly? They probably had better things to be working on.” Genevieve shrugged, refusing to shrink back, despite him having startled her when he jumped down. She remained in place, her eyebrow quirked this time in curiosity. “I’ll probably believe you. I’ve seen much weirder shit in the time I was growing up outside of this place. Trust me, I can handle it.” I deal with that kind of weird bullshit every time I try to do anything.

———— KIAN had stood in front of the statue of himself outside of the Phobos cabin, studying his features and standing on the block it was fixed onto. Holding onto the statue’s arm, Kian had stood on the block and had placed his finger on the nose. ‘’Okay, I r e s p e c t the Hephaestus lot but…’’ He pulled away his finger, placing his face next to the statue’s face. ‘’They definitely got my nose wrong…right?’’

She practically snorted, a sound of amusement that was replacing a laugh. “Oh wow, so polite, aren’t you? No wonder they made a statue for you.“ Genevieve commented, a sound that vaguely resembled a laugh falling from her next. “Why have you even got a statue, anyway?” She then questioned, frowning to look at the inscription. If she was honest, Genevieve had never really been towards this end of the camp before, but today, she found herself wandering to explore the quieter areas, and honestly? She was regretting it a little. “Who the hell are you?”

“I don’t want to master it, just um, recognize it?”

“Exactly. It’ll take time to recognise.”

“–Are you telling me swimming is actually a part of training? Yeah, no thanks.”

“That’s what I said.”

A soft chuckle escaped Karina’s slightly parted lips as Genevieve spoke, shaking her head in amusement. “Have it your way, then.” And before Gen had the chance to respond, Karina lept forward, sweeping the girls feet out from under her, knocking her over. This should be fun.

She wasn’t expecting it; it all happened incredibly fast. Genevieve’s reflexes weren’t quite up to scratch yet, as she’d never really had any proper training for this, but before long, she found herself on the floor below the other girl. A scowl formed, and she quickly reacted the only way she could think of; a calculated kick in her general direction.

“Oh, oh yeah..” She scratched the back of her neck anxiously. “Yeah, sorry. I’m not really good um, figuring sarcasm out..”

She shrugged. “It’s fine. Takes many a while to master it.”

“As should everyone. That, or absolutely despise me and everything I stand for. That’s fun.” At the promise of help, Mal nodded, “Grab me a couple of unicorn horn shavings and catch me a frog or two. Then we can get to work.”

“Unicorn horn shavings?” She’d been about to call the girl insane, before she remembered that, despite popular belief, the mythical creatures actually did exist. She nodded a little, looking towards the stables. “I’ll try my best.. see what I can do.”

The girl had been talking to herself in greek, her words came out rushed as she read a book. Gen’s words had made her stop talking, looking up from the book. “Oh! I’m sorry. I uh, didn’t mean to disturb you..”

She chuckled softly. “I was being sarcastic. Don’t worry.”