Tattoos and Makeup don't go well together, but now they do

What time was it? Douglas checked his watch. 00:23 in the morining. Douglas wasn't tired at all, he was punching the not-even-living sh!t out of these dummies. He hed his sword at his side, but he preferred using his fists for this sort of thing. And hit. And punch. And kick. And hit. One more punch. Carry on, Douglas. And hit. That had been his routine for the last... 2 hours? He had done some press-ups and other things to warm up. By now he was standing around shirtless, sweat-drenched but still ready to carry on fighting. His blade was poisoned, as in that there was pain-causing substance laquered carefully onto his sword. The CB light glowed faintly in the darkness, but the moon was shining so bright today, there wasn't a need for any of the Celestial Bronze. Douglas grunted as he got out his sword, and shouted insults that could've been heard halfway across the camp, as he had cut his arm accidentally. He ignored the pain, and got out a tissue to cover it. It wasn't even bleeding that heavily. Douglas practiced sparring and stabbing, and then some more defensive or trick moves. His shirt was lying in a heap near his water bottle. "Sh!t!" He called as the pain of the poison started to kick in. It was quite unbearable. He carried on though, shouting insults at himself and mainly the world and camp and everyone else in it. He panted once, drank something, then carried on. Most of the dummies had been shredded to the tiniest pieces, but there were still around 10 remaining he would need to finish. This is mainly how he kept in shape. And he was in good shape.

Douglas saw someone walking in from the side. A girl? Probably. Douglas turned around to her, the tissue now soaked in blood. He smirked and called, "Well, whilst you're here doing absoloutely f*cking nothing other than cleaning your nails, can you go grab me some nectar?" He raised his eyebrows, because the girl was pretty. Really pretty. But Douglas couldn't stand pretty Aphrodite girls. Well, he could potentially stand pretty demeter girls or maybe Dionysus ones or whatever, but Aphrodite? No. Sorry, but no. But maybe if the girl got him some nectar he would decide to be nicer. "Go on now, run along." His muscle flexed as he turned around again, heading to the dummies in all calm-ness. He carried on hacking and slashing, and eventually, all the dummies were shredded. He walked over to the girl, but stopped a few feet infront of her. He came closer, and eventually he was whispering in her ear. "Didn't I tell you to grab some f*cking nectar? Or Ambrosia, I don't give a sh!t."

Douglas raised an eyebrow. Then he couldn't stop himself. His laughter started with a short pff and then ended up being uncontrollable. He coughed and then regained himself. "Oh, I sure wouldn't mind if the person was intresting, or perhaps attractive. But you asked me if I would like it if you were up in my space. And personally, I believe you aren't attractive or in any way intresting." Yes, Douggie had said earlier on she was pretty, but now? She was somewhat good-looking, but really not Douglas's type. At all. He then stalked off to get his shirt. As he put it in, he glanced at her then stuck out his tongue in a 'What're you looking at?' gesture. He walked off to that weird shed that was standing at the edge of the arena, and he picked up some ambrosia. Ate it. Hm. It tasted like cookies, although Douglas didn't even like cookies. Weird. He walked back out, then picked up some dummies and placed them down. He heaved more and more over, one after the over over to the place the others had been shredded. He could pick them up with no problem at all. He carried on with his procedure of slashing and hacking, and then started going back to sit-ups and press-ups from time to time. He shot the girl another 'What're you looking at' look, and went back to the dummies. He took his shirt of again. His lip piercing was quivering from exhaustion, so was his eyebrow one.

Douglas almost overheard the girl, as curses and grunts poured from his lips. "Hm?" He asked, all though he knew what the girl had said. "Douglas." He said and turned back around, taking another sip from his water. He wasn't in the mood for talking, he wanted more dummies to shred. Honestly, he wasn't here to chat with someone, much less someone from the Aphrodite cabin. Really. No. His black vans were muddy and Douggie didn't care, al, he wanted were some f*#king dummies. But he supposed he could talk to the strange girl for a few minutes. He threw his shirt over his shoulder and atleast tried to look somewhat un-annoyed. Which was basically impossible, because Douglas York looked like he was ready to kill someone at all times -- Eyebrow, lip and ear piercings, aswell as multiple tattoos over his body that showed all kinds of things like, for example, a rose that went around his ankle and left wrist.