#para:cameron

Gabe pulled lightly at the sleeves on his sheer shirt as he and Cameron walked up to the Delta Lambda Phi rush party being held at the fraternity house.  Windows and doors were open, voices and music spilling out everywhere.  Lights were strung everywhere outside, and groups of people were gathered out front, and he could hear more voices out back.  Gabriel wasn’t exactly an introvert, but this party felt like a bit much.  He looked over at Cameron and nudged their shoulders together.  “So this is the one right?  And if tonight goes well, we’re actually going to try and pledge?”  Gabriel had researched the fraternity himself when Cameron had mentioned it, and had to admit that this one seemed like a good fit for the two of them. And the idea of having a group, a brotherhood, to share the college experience with seemed nice.  He was missing some of the groups he’d belonged to in high school and the friendships he’d had there.  At least he had Cameron here with him at NYU.  He turned to Cameron; “okay, one last look check.  Hair?  Clothes?  Teeth?  Face?”  

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Rydel scurried around the rather spacious apart, trying to clean up whatever she could get her hands on. After picking up the same cushion three different times, Rydel decided it was time to take a breath and calm down. It's only Cameron, She tried to tell herself, taking a few deep breaths as she moved into her room and looked over herself. Who am I kidding? She thought, grabbing a brush and running it through her messy hair. She'll never be 'just Cameron'. Shaking her head, Rydel tied up her hair away from her face before moving towards her closet for something more... presentable to wear. she was currently in a pair of yoga pants - that had never seen a gym - which cut off just after her knees and a Doctor Who themed vest top. She was in no shape to greet her friend with the mounds of paint plastered to her clothes, her face and in her hair. Maybe she would just have time to take a quick shower. She had miscalculated the time she had before Cameron would arrive after getting inspiration for a new piece that she just had to get on canvas. 

Taking one last disapproving look at herself, Rydel moved toward the bathroom to - Bzz Bzz. Rydel's head turned, no. She couldn't be here yet. Praying to any God she could think of, Rydel moved to the con system, hoping it was just a repairman or someone hoping for a different apartment. "Who is it?" She called, pressing down the button so that her voice would be carried down.

"Its me, Cameron, can I come up?" Came the reply in a sweet, very Cameron like voice. Rydel groaned before quickly checking that she hadn't accidentally left her finger on the button for her noise of misfortune to be carried down to her friend. Thankfully, she had not.

Jessica woke up extra early that Saturday morning. The brunette didn't roll out of bed tired as she usually did. In fact, she was the first one awake, happily puttering around the cabin and getting ready. Cameron was picking her up early to go out and get some things for their house. The pair hoped the sneak out early and be back before anyone even noticed they were gone.

Right on time, Cameron was at the door, knocking lightly. It didn't take Jessica long to slip out of the cabin and meet him on the walkway, quickly pressing a kiss to his lips. "Hi babe.." She grinned, smiling up at him.

As Piper made her way to the cabin, there was a noticeable pep in her step. The past couple of weeks had been great, and her Dad had even found a few moments in which to pay her a little bit of attention but there was nothing like coming home. Home being the camp itself as a whole and not the Aphrodite cabin specifically which Piper saw as she marched through the door was a mess. Mountains of clothes were scattered everywhere, her sisters lounged in little groups giggling and braiding each other's hair. The whole scene made the brunette want to vomit, so she was quick to march into her room and dump her bag on her bed, not caring if she stood on someone's clothing along the way.

Chairs scraping against the floorboards, dishes banging against the cutlery; the Grill was as crowded as usual. Lucy leaned back against her chair, watching the other customers closely while pretending to be concentrating on stirring her latte. She’d taken care of everything, now she just had to wait. Frustration was the key in the gradual breakdown of her obedient attitude. Following orders had become mundane and hadn’t helped the ongoing massacres of the town’s residents. She’d come to realise that the hunters were more concerned with their own safety rather than the safety of the mostly innocent and oblivious residents.

Breaking into the Grill hadn’t been difficult at all. Matt’s keys had allowed her to easily slip in and out of the facilities without anyone noticing a thing. She had pulled the flask of wolfsbane and shaken fragments of the purple dust into the milk, sodas and  even some of the instant coffee mixture. Then like a flash of light, she had scampered out, leaving no trace that she had ever been there.

Nico didn't really feel like she was going to fit in here, she thought it was going to be just like her old school was. The brunette had too much imagination and not enough outlets to let it out. Her feet padded down the sidewalk in the early morning of the campus that she'd arrived at only a few hours ago, meeting several people already and they didn't seem so bad. She even met another art major that didn't think she was off her rocker. That was always nice. She sat down at the fountain in the middle of the quad to wait for Cameron, attempting to calm her nerves and picking at the little fringed parts of her very worn converse that were covered with various little doodles that she'd done from when she was bored.