Sinking Ship

Chowilawu sat down by the side of the Little Tiber. It was just one of them days when he felt down in the dumps. It didn't help that camp thought him as dangerous even after Percy Jackson came. Whoever that is. The son of Neptune's hair was unkept with one braid in his hair. He liked it like that for some odd reason. Even sense before being trapped in the Lotus Casino. Chowilawu's  white shirt was torn slightly from him being upset and stretching it. His shorts were yellow. An awful yellow that he hated, but didn't complain about it. He still decided not to wear any shoes. It wasn't that it he didn't wear them back home, he just never felt the use for them. The seventeen year old demigod knitted his eyebrows together, staring at the river rushing faster and faster as he got more and more confused. Why didn't he stay and fight?

"Father..."

The son of Neptune turned his head toward the other Roman male who was addressing him. The other's body was seemingly perfect, but Chowilawu resisted the urge to stare. "Chowilawu Mohawk." He answered and turned his head back toward the Little Tiber. He had a Native American accent. He glared at it, causing the water to come up and splash over it's sandy boarders. "I've been here for a month." He pulled gently at the braided part of his hair and looked away from the Tiber. Someone must've sent him to talk to me.The demigod thought to himself before sneezing, causing a slight shake in the earth. "I rather not talk to any of you white settlers." The first born Big Three in America said.

Chowilawu nodded his head, overhearing what the other mumbled to himself. "Apparently I'm the first born...here." He hugged his knees to his chest, the water calming more as he continued to talk to him. "Who's your...divine parent?" He asked him, still staring away from him. This was a relief from the constant looking and pointing fingers in Camp Jupiter. This world was different from the one he grew up in. So many changes. So many obstacles. His hair flowed in the wind blew.

Chowilawu's heart dropped him the other said that he was a son of Jupiter himself. "He's the king of the gods...for you Romans."He stated. The water now seemed to urge quicker. He knew that he had to keep his emotio-- why was it now colder so quickly. The son of Neptune hugged his knees to his chest, letting his hair flow in the wind that was being produced by the water. He could feel strings connecting himself to the Little Tiber. This wasn't good. He quickly got up from where he was sitting and started to back away. The waters started to leap out of the sandy boarders and onto the shore. Chowilawu backed up so much that he was about to run into the other male. He outstretched his hands to the Tiber which only made matters worse, causing it to burst in some areas. "Make it stop.."

The son of Neptune felt his hand on his shoulder which made him tense up more. He tried his hardest to focus on not flooding the area. Closing his eyes, he imagined himself back with his mother and the other women of his tribe dancing in a circle around the fire. He tried to remember the smells of natural spices and meat that would be prepared by the elders in the enter circle of the fire. With those thoughts coming back to him, the water started to become more calm. After about a couple of seconds, it was back to normal. W-we calmed the waters.." Chowilawu tuned to face him, looking him up and down. "Thank you...son of Jupiter." He reached for his hand from his shoulder and squeezed it before letting it go.

Chowilawu smiled slightly, looking down at the thing that was in his mouth, then back up at the son of Jupiter. "I am hungry..." He touched his stomach which growled on cue. He blushed slightly, cocking his head to the side. "Do you mean...uh, hunting mates?" He asked him. Chow was still new to the American ways of this century. Quickly looking down at him looking at the son of Jupiter's hand touching his wrist. His cheeks were now red with blood. "Yes, the Mess Hall...We should go." He bowed his head slightly to him and headed toward the tunnel, not knowing the mess hall was in the opposite direction.

Chowilawu paused in mid bound. "Oh? My...apologizes, settler." He looked up at the son of Jupiter for a quickly second before brushing past him, his single braid scrapping against his chest. "Yes. Lead the way." He slowed his gait down so that he could follow him. "Single? I, yes. Why do you ask, son of Jupiter?" Chowilawu's somewhat bushy eyebrows knitted together in that cute sort of way along with that clueless expression on his face.

Chowilawu looked at the other Roman, cocking his head to the side. "Love? No, not really, but have I been...attracticted to a few people, yes. Shanno, he was the chief's son. Around my age and there was Tïnu...a beautiful gatherer maiden, but she doesn't count. She was to be married to Pioonco so I washed them away. I didn't want to mess up the relationship. I feel those who hunts after someone who is already taken is immortal and worthy to be killed." He answered him, scratching the back of his neck. "What about you, son of Jupiter? Have you?"

Chowilawu listened to what the male had to say. It was rather touching and caused his heart to warm up to him. This Damien sounded like a guy who didn't deserve him. Although he never heard of Donald O'Connor, but the quote he recited was even more touching. The son of Neptune stopped in front of him and placed a hand on the son of Jupiter's heart. It was a powerful beat too. The only heart he knew that beat like that was one of a warrior. He felt the rain fall down on him and didn't care that he became wet because, honestly, he wanted to be. "Son of Jupiter, I wouldn't do that to someone. I would never hurt someone like that. In my tribe, we had a saying, "It's easier to take a man down by the heart than it is stabbing him in the heart". " He then took the other Roman hand and put it on Chow's chest.

At this point his heart was racing and his eyes, large with anticipation. He could feel his body heat rivaling his own, but in a good way. Looked up at him and slide his hand from his chest to his shoulder. "Drink? I would...uh like that, but first you must tell me something...tell me your name." Chowilawu asked in a whisper, darting his eyes back and forth to search the Roman's eyes. He wanted to bury himself in him, or rather, bury the Roman into his warm heart. Was he developing feelings for this son of Jupiter or was it just basic human attraction? He himself didn't know, but he was sure as hell needed to find out.

The rain was still pouring, but he didn't mind it. As long as he was standing there, it was okay.

"Horace..." He repeated, getting use to that name. Chowilawu smiled slightly and said his name again, "Horace..."' Maybe being up in this new world was a good thing. He felt Horace hold and pull his hand in the direction of the first cohort and smiled even wider. This experience he was new to him. No one had held his hand, no one had opened up to like this. It as refreshing; refreshing like a spring of water in a dessert. "No, I never had alcohol before. Is it some type of medicine?" The son of Neptune cocked his head to the side with tha confused look on his face. Adorable.

When Horace wanted to race him, Chowilawu started to run, sprinting toward the honorary first cohort of Camp Jupiter. This sprint was good for him. He finally caught up with Horace and looked over at him with a wide grin. His hair was flowing in the wind as he inched farther and farther ahead of Horace.

OOC: *cries* So beautiful

horace laughed and laughed and laughed, his wet hair blowing in the wind. "alcohol is great!" horace chimed, then grinned mischieviously and concentrated before lifting himself up off of the ground, feeling the wind blow even stronger in his hair. horace sped up until he was going at around 60kmph; whooping and shouting and twirling in the air, doing backflips. he knew he wasn't supposed to do it around the barracks, but who cares? horace was free. he was happy, and he had a crush on someone he knew wouldn't toss him into the dirt. he slowed down a bit, giving chow some time to catch up with him. he was floating by the door of the barracks, smiling like an idiot.

ooc: ikr? ;-; anywho, do we need to make a new topic at the first cohort or nah? xD

OOC: nah, I don't think we have to. But if you want?

Chowilawu ran as fast as he could, but couldn't beat the son of Jupiter. "Ah! You win, White Eagle" He blushed when he called him that. The name just popped into his head and his lips couldn't stop it from escape. "My apologies."He turned his red face down  and walked into the first cohort. However when he did this, a couple of the demigods and legcies left out, giving him a few worriful glares.

Chowilawu walked into the first cohort and was hit with a sudden burst of cold air. He didn't like this feeling though, but didn't complain about it. He followed Horace to his bunk and smiled slightly as he opened the suitcase that he brought from underneath his bunk. Apparently he had a secret stash of alcohol hidden inside. When the son of Jupiter handed him the green bottle, he examined it, turning it all around to try and see what kind it was. Shrugging his shoulders, he followed. Horace's lead and took a gulp of the champagne. "Oh, gods!" He exclaimed, coughing at the unexpected fizziness of the drink. However he didn't cough it up, rather, swallowed it completely.

When Horace went to go change, he decided to take another sip of the drink. It was good and the son of Neptune wanted more. After taking two more good sized swallowing of the champagne, Chowilawu placed it on a table near by. The bottle was close to being empty which made Chowilawu blush deeply. "Oops..." He looked up at Horace once he came back with an innocent look on his face. "Um...I will change." He grabbed a pair of faded jeans and a gray v necked t-shirt and went into the bathroom to change. He came back out a few minutes later with another brain in his hair. Chowilawu put his wet clothes on the foot of his bunk and walked back over to Horace, running his hand over his two braids.