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@naomi-grey
rosie-castro:
“Medical tape? I got some of that shit in my room, ven conmigo.” She starts down the hallway, dropping the soccer ball as she walks and just leaving it there. “Seriously though, long time no see. Have you been at camp this whole time?”
Grey hoists her bags back onto her shoulders and follows Macey into the cabin. “Nah, I’ve been in New York.” Grey scratches at her rib through her shirt.
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Rosie enters the Hermes cabin, a soccer ball under one arm and her hair tied back off her face. There’s a bounce in her step that makes it clear she’s in a good mood. She’s too preoccupied with the granola bar she just found in her pocket to notice the other person until she looks up, and she swallows quickly before grinning at them. “Howdy there, stranger. You been re-unclaimed? Being a wifi parasite? Up to some shenanigans?”
“Re-unclaimed? Shit, probably.” Grey leans against the doorframe, dropping her bags at her feet. Grey tried for as long as she could to avoid returning to camp, but was falling rapidly behind on the rent that her previous dance job had so comfortably paid for. Out of a job, out of a home, and out of couches to crash on, Grey returned to the one place she hoped would take her back. “I just need medical tape. Do y’all still have that pile of crap?”
Colin Kennedy sat in the Headquaters for the defiant demigod children that decided to take a stand against what things were. With grace and glory, he has constructed about 17 folded paper cranes of all sorts of colours. He’s working on his 18th when he catches someone approaching out of the corner of his eye. “—Be cafeul.”
"Yeah, yeah." Grey steps around the paper birds. "I'm not gonna crush your damn swans."
She shrugs. “For now. I’d be cool teaching that monster assault one or whatever, too.” After a pause, she laughs. “Wow, you’re one to talk, though, Miss Doesn’t Have A Class At All Yet. Damn.”
"Well, what the hell am I supposed to teach? 'Using your surroundings'? Please."
"Pegasus riding."
"That's it?"
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Walking closer, she sits one row in front of Grey and looks up at her. “Oh, yeah, I am.” She nods. “I don’t think it’ll be too bad. Why? Are you going to?”
Grey shrugs. "Thinking about it. Which one are you doing?"
"Oh, woah. Never mind, then." She grimaces and shakes her head. "They’re like, the worst buzz-kills ever."
"Ain't that the truth." Grey sits up and hugs her knees into her chest. "By the way, are you gonna sign up to teach a class?"
Viv has been dancing in the centre of a large cluster of young campers for a good half hour now, laughing and encouraging them on to the music blaring from a stereo on the sidelines. After finally explaining to the group that they need to take a break and ushering them from the amphitheatre, she turns to face the person in one of the rows whom she has yet to address. She calls out, “Really? Not even one dance? One?”
Grey is sitting forward, her head on her hands. "Cramps."
Have you seen a blowtorch? I swear I had it two seconds ago!
Oh yeah, lemme just get that for you. [Grey inverts her pockets. They are linty and otherwise empty.]
For the next six days, you want to kill Chase.
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[Turns around] Oh um, nothing.
Mhm. You better not be pulling some Satanic ritual shit.
[Is in the dining pavilion just staring at everything and smiling.] It is complete!
What?
[Gives her a judgmental, knowing look.] Hell no, I’m not sitting on your face.
Just let me sniff your underwear.
[He cursed loudly and started crawling away until he was a safe distance away and started pulling up his pants.] Never fucking do that again.
[Collapses like she's just had some very good sex and gives a thumbs up.]
[He tripped and fell over when she pantsed him. He grunted, as his boxers were revealed.] What the hell is wrong with you?
[Grey ignores him, targeting his underwear. Like a hawk, she swoops in, inhaling loudly.]
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Right… [She nods.] I have to go to the arena. [She nods again and then starts walking away.]
[watches her leave]
Shit, no! [He started running away.] Fuck off!
[Grey chases after him, grabbing a firm hold on his pants as she catches up. She yanks downwardly.]
