Damien and Lucy (PRIVATE)

Lucy walked out of her cabin in jeans, boots and a sweater. As she walked across the courtyard, her mind was elsewhere and suddenly, she almost slammed into someone. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry. I'm such a clutz!" she said, her accent thick.

Damien was returning from his amazing workout. His arms were bare and his only articles of clothing were a dagger-like necklace with a black tank top and a pair of loose gym shorts that looked like bermudas. He was musing about how he needed to work a bit harder if he wanted to be the top arm-wrestler in camp. He was smirking with his black hair styled backwards due to some sweat in between the strands and his tanned skin held a large bag over his shoulder. He however clashes into someone with lovely eyes and blonde hair. He was going to growl at the person, yet refrained from actually being mean to a girl, since that was not-cool.

"Um, it's ok. Want some help there?" Said Damien as he sprung up and gave her a hand and a smile.

Lucy smiled at the guy. "I'm alright." she said softly. "I'm Lucy, Daughter of Chione. Sorry about bumping into you like that. My mind was elsewhere."

She curled her hair behind her ear and smiled up at the guy. He seemed pretty interesting and she loved making friends.