cool kids don't dance

cole... wasn't exactly the dancing type. he was from camp jupiter, and camp jupiter didn't do dances. it was simple. easy peasy. just like that. he was a leader, he needed battles and weapons and sacrifice and orders and blood and guts and courage. not... this. a few decorations where hung up here and there, a couple'a pumpkins standing around sadly. cole wondered if they wanted to dance too. wait... what? too deep, man. too deep. he shuddered with the thought. a few of the venus girls back at camp had told him and convinced him to go as a 'smoking hot vampire'. it was a pretty intresting stament. hot or not, he did it anyway. his hair was gelled completely back, giving it a count drac look, and a few trivia's had manipulated the mist to give him vampire teeth. his eyes were covered with blood red contacts, and he wore a ankle-long cloak with high red collar for the extra spice. he was wearing some totally out of place red converse, a black t-shirt, and a pair of black khakis underneath. he had been asked to dance, like, around three times now. every single time he had said no. most of the girls were not his type, and the other one was dressed up so freakily, he couldn't bear to look at her. nonetheless, on the inside of his cloak he carried a long IG dagger, and his golden necklace was strung around his neck. (a.k.a his golden shield. cool weapons for the win.) and eventhough cole was sorta lonely, he still decided that it was quite fun. he had a glass of blood red punch in his hand, a slice of pizza on a paper plate, and a few sweets in the other hand. he couldn't really eat though. the vampire teeth really were unconventional.


miles had shown up just because he wanted to drink. his eyes were foggy and misty, his headache getting worse and worse, and to put it simply; he was pretty darn drunk. hermes kids and told him to chug down quite a few sneaky shots. it wasn't the greatest expierience of his life, but some of the hot girls had been cheering him on. that was a plus, wasn't it? right now he was just standing there, leaning over a table, throwing up into a plastic bin, another girl holding a hand on his shoulder. he was homesick and sick and everything he could think of at once. he mumbled something to the girl, his blue lips formed into a fake smile. "i'm okay." he grumbled and leant over to throw up again. that punch must've gotten some alcohol in it, too. some of the other kids had gotten argus to go away, aswell as any other mentors or camp directors. for all he knew, this party wasn't exactly his party. halloween partys were supposed to be fun. it had just gotten a little out of hand for miles. all the others were just softly drunk and dancing happily with others, a slight happy slur to their words. but not miles. miles had to get the full-on treatment, oh yes. the girl inched away from him, and as he tried to grope for her hand, she gave him a 'sorry' look and dissapeared into the thrumming crowd of other people. crap. now who was going to incourage him to puke out his stomach? he heard another guy mumbling to another and pointing at miles. miles waved his hand in a dopey movement, a stupid, drunken grin plastered to his chalky face. miles hadn't dressed up very much. he had gelled back his messy black hair, thrown on a black denim jacket, some trainers, his best jeans, and a white-t-shirt. a couple girls a flirted with him, but when they realized he was p*ss drunk they hurried off and acted like nothing happened. his eyes swam, probably with tears of pain from the splitting headache, or possibly because he felt like it. he retched once more into the bucket, and then he finally felt like it was over. he vomited again, however. this was so unreal. no one else had this. one other person. and they had been carried back to their bunk with by a bunch of underdressed girls. that wasn't bad. he, however, was gonna get kicked in the podex by chiron and mr.d and everyone else. and he would have a hangover. those were the worst, i tell you. the worst.

Ooc: please include the BoO spoiler tag in the title since you're posting with a Roman demigod :)

Bic:


As a cabin leader, Lakisha was required to attend dances and events -- most of the time because she helped organizing them. This year, the Halloween dance was well decorated in her opinion, the dance floor and its surroundings having been set in the meadow around the Mess Hall. The meadow itself had been transformed into a huge graveyard with crooked crosses and tombstones, a hue of green fog snaking around the place. Jack o' lanterns dotted the place, the Demeter cabin obviously having had fun judging from the unnatural size of the pumpkins and the creativity of the carved faces. The Hephaestus's had engineered small devices that made smoke in the shape of a ghost puff up so that phantoms randomly appeared here and there. Lou Ellen, dressed up as Moaning Myrtle, was having fun making her body translucent with a spell and spooking everyone who looked like they were going to the bathroom.
The buffet was in the meadow but the main part of it was in the Mess Hall, where tombstones had been arranged into surprisingly comfortable chairs and tables, lit by a black candle or a carved pumpkin. Hovering stroboscopes floated over the dance floor, party music crashing into their ears.

Lakisha was making a point to stay away from there -- she wasn't exactly here to dance, more to help supervise the whole thing. She was dressed as the White Witch, in a flowing white haute couture dress, icicles holding her up-pinned auburn hair. She had blue eye shadow and white gloss to appear cold -- well, colder than she actually was. In her right hand, she held an ice staff and from time to time she'd make ice grow under her feet when she walked so it left an ice trail behind her.
She spotted a boy she didn't know, dressed as a vampire though figured he must be a Roman. Lakisha wasn't exactly the type of person to go buddy-buddy with people but since she cared about the Greco-Roman friendship, she gave him a polite nod.