I had to admit that today had been a slightly, if not very, annoying day. After enjoying a large granny smith apple, I decided to put another one in my pocket and then 'stumble' around any random Cohort and see what was going on. I enjoyed doing this because I always had the excuse that I was looking for a friend of mine, a good excuse that almost always worked since I had at least one friend in all cohorts. Yesterday I had gone to the Third Cohort and actually had a good time with the people inside. They just kept on bantering with one another and bickering over the smallest things. I eventually helped bring arguments to an end, most of the time, but some were just to funny. One pair was fighting over socks and the colors they had. Others just made jokes and stories about the past. as a ten-yearder of the Legion, I did tell em about a couple of my stories, like the time when I tried to fight a Hydra, but ended up with a huge wound on my chest that still holds some scars to it, although they are almost impossible to see, or when I met my dad Mars in Olympus and started to talk about ancient strategies with him. It seemed to please him to talk about successful battle tactics and I enjoyed reading about older leaders so we had a mutual connection, but aside from that, it was a rather platonic meeting. Nothing particularly intimate or emotional, but then again, I didn't really expect much from him in terms of deep emotional connectivity.
Right now I was walking around the Second Cohort Barracks and met a couple of nice-looking faces and a couple of not-so-nice faces. I really didn't let those not-so-nice looking faces bother me, but I did smile back to those who at least had the courtesy of purporting to be nice. As dark, denim, bootcut jean covered black boots, moved across the Barracks I realized that my earlier assessment wasn't really right. I knew at least one person from all Cohorts except the Second one. Great, this meant that i had no real excuse to be in the Second Cohort. Oh well, I hope I get to meet someone soon enough. I just continued to walk down with my simple outfit consisting of a blue tank top with a black belt and my dark denim jeans with my black shoes. Along my neck hanged my dagger-necklace and in my hand was my mom's silver ring which I wore for no reason other than just liking it.
Right now I was walking around the Second Cohort Barracks and met a couple of nice-looking faces and a couple of not-so-nice faces. I really didn't let those not-so-nice looking faces bother me, but I did smile back to those who at least had the courtesy of purporting to be nice. As dark, denim, bootcut jean covered black boots, moved across the Barracks I realized that my earlier assessment wasn't really right. I knew at least one person from all Cohorts except the Second one. Great, this meant that i had no real excuse to be in the Second Cohort. Oh well, I hope I get to meet someone soon enough. I just continued to walk down with my simple outfit consisting of a blue tank top with a black belt and my dark denim jeans with my black shoes. Along my neck hanged my dagger-necklace and in my hand was my mom's silver ring which I wore for no reason other than just liking it.