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    Post by honey 2/25/2014, 7:52 am

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    Benjamin likes to avoid the armory, the arena in general, for a very good reason. Contrary to popular opinion, Benjamin does not like to be punched in the face, or beat up at all. Almost every time he approaches any place like this--with big burly Ares children around, eager for a fight--he ends up bruised and bloodied. It's rather tedious, really. He really can't help the deductions that provoke the Ares kids, because they're true, and Benjamin has never let things like social norms stand in the way of his deductions.
    In any case, he finds it necessary to go to the armory at times, to restock on his small stash of weapons he has in his bunk. Last week, he was attacked by an Aphrodite girl with a sword. Apparently she was offended by the insinuations about her and boyfriend's best friend, which were completely true. He had only been able to protect himself with the dagger under his pillow, but it had ended up shattered in two.
    So here he is, frowning at the selection of daggers hung up on the wall, trying to discern which is the most resilient.
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    Post by Kevin 2/27/2014, 6:48 pm

    Jamie pursed her lips as she leaned on the outside of the building, looking at and silently mocking the camper that went in. However, she recognized one camper. Just one specific camper. And she knew it was a chance she couldn't pass up. The camp wasn't all too large but this particular camper was good at staying hidden... that, or she had been getting distracted. Was it her Sebby keeping her away from her main objective? And then there was Ian...

    Jamie shook her head slightly, clearing the thoughts. It didn't really matter know what had been distracted, she figured, because now she had him. She grinned, closing her eyes. This was going to be fun. Oh so fun! Jamie thought, letting a dark chuckle escape her lips. In the structure next to her there was a completely unsuspecting Holmes, which was all too much of a coincidence to believe. The daughter of Loki decided to make her move.

    Jamie slipped silently into the building, pretending to mind her own business as she "examined" the weapons she passed. Her dark eyes scanned over the campers moving about, darting around until they finally settled on Benjamin. Jamie's grin broadened slightly as she spotted him. Let's hope he's in no mood to punch. She joked to herself as she made her way towards the selection of daggers and Benjamin, still being just as quiet so as not to alarm him... ahead of time, at least.

    She stopped just behind her rival and grabbed his arm, cold fingers and hand gripping his limb tightly. Jamie then whispered four words. Four very simple words:

    "Did you miss me?"
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    Post by honey 2/28/2014, 9:39 pm

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    Benjamin was in the middle of examining one particular dagger that had minute scratches all over the blade, but it still shone and didn't seem brittle, when small, frigid fingers pressed into his arm. "Did you miss me?" a girl asked.

    Said dagger slipped out of his hold, his eyes widening in shock. Memories flashed through his head; he remembered a cabbie screaming out a name whilst Benjamin stepped on his arm; he remembered phone calls and five pips; he remembered crown jewels; he remembered the fall. He could recognise the girl's voice--sing-song, high, and sly. It was Moriarty, he knew, even before he turned around. He stayed very still as he struggled to compose his face into one of indifference--or the coldest indifference had ever been. He turned slowly, wrenching from Moriarty's grasp as he pulled his arms behind him, clasping them behind his back.

    "I am not one often given to flattery, so no, I cannot say I did." He said coldly, drawing himself up to full height, which was at least a head taller than her. The fact didn't make him feel any better--rather it made him angry that such a girl could divert his life in the way that she had.


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