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by courier six 3/7/2015, 8:11 pmThere's a quieter corner off to the side of the Fourth Cohort barracks. It's cold and plain, with small signs of life showing that someone lives there. It feels fake, though, and forced. Like there are too many crinkles in the bed to be natural, too many gifts from parents and too many details. As if everything was a sham.
The sheets are messed up and unmade, with an off-white tone to them that is standard among the demigods. A soft navy-blue bedsheet lays across it, covering up some of the mess. It's faded from the light, and obviously handed down from another person. A brother, perhaps? No, Krzysztof isn't so unlucky as to have yet another shadow to overcome. It's from an older camper who had to get out of Camp Jupiter for personal reasons. A pillow of the same color is at the head, with a white pillow just to the side of it. These are new, coming from the house Krzys originally lived at.
Pictures of a happy, smiling, black-haired boy and a man with greying hair but the same facial structure sit to the side. The smiles are forced, and a thin layer of dust surrounds the frame. At the foot of the bed is a chest filled with pants and long-sleeved shirts; the owner of the bunk wouldn't dare wear anything shorter or more revealing. There's also an iPod, as well as its charger and a pair of earbuds sitting near the bottom.
Despite all attempts of being normal, this bunk will always look wrong.
The sheets are messed up and unmade, with an off-white tone to them that is standard among the demigods. A soft navy-blue bedsheet lays across it, covering up some of the mess. It's faded from the light, and obviously handed down from another person. A brother, perhaps? No, Krzysztof isn't so unlucky as to have yet another shadow to overcome. It's from an older camper who had to get out of Camp Jupiter for personal reasons. A pillow of the same color is at the head, with a white pillow just to the side of it. These are new, coming from the house Krzys originally lived at.
Pictures of a happy, smiling, black-haired boy and a man with greying hair but the same facial structure sit to the side. The smiles are forced, and a thin layer of dust surrounds the frame. At the foot of the bed is a chest filled with pants and long-sleeved shirts; the owner of the bunk wouldn't dare wear anything shorter or more revealing. There's also an iPod, as well as its charger and a pair of earbuds sitting near the bottom.
Despite all attempts of being normal, this bunk will always look wrong.