Lily's bunk

Lily sat down on her bunk, tapping her fingers restlessly on her leg. Truth be told, there wasn't much to do in here; as much as she liked her brothers and sisters, after a year or so here, she barely knew them. While their godly power seemed to translate into inventions and computers, she loved the battle side of things and to strategize; she'd inherited the warlike side of the goddess more than the clever one. This wasn't to say she wasn't smart, far from it, she was just clever in what seemed to be a different way to most of her siblings.

Sighing with boredom, she continued to tap out the rhythm on the hilt of her one-handed celestial bronze sword. It had been a gift from her father, although she'd not known why at the time, or how it didn't work on other people, only her, or how it looked like a waterbottle if she wasn't paying attention. That was its power; a strong affinity with the Mist.

Glancing across at the other bunks, wincing as sparks flew from someone's malfunctioning automaton, she pulled out her own laptop, a sleek model she'd saved up two years for, and opened the usual program. This was a game Lily liked to play, first programming real battles into it, frame by frame, with each tree in place and all the armour authentic, saving that, then changing it, making it better, making it how she would have done it if she had been in charge of the battle, taking into account every unforeseen circumstance and flaw in the terrain. Invariably, she did twice as well as the original general.

Darcy, even though she was from Aphrodite, walked in with an air of confidence, head held high, smirking. 'I'm not supposed to be in here, but I'd like to say hi.' Her loud British accent filled the room. She walked over to Lily, in her black high heels, a MCR tank top, ripped skinny jeans and blood red lipstick with dark black eyeliner.

Lily glanced up with surprise at this sudden apparition. "Hi," she said, trying not to visibly wince at her very audible Scottish accent. The other girl certainly didn't look like one of her sisters. She herself wore jeans and a CHB t-shirt, nothing special, and certainly not makeup. She had never really seen the point.

Raising an eyebrow, she said, "And you are...?"

Darcy glanced at Lily's clothes and repressed a snort. "Darcy. Daughter of Aphrodite." Placing her hands on her hips, she glanced round the cabin.

"Are you here for a reason or what?" she asked, her voice coming out a little sharper than she had intended. Darcy, like many of Aphrodite's children, seemed to represent exactly the kind of person Lily didn't like. "Because we could really do without that stench you call perfume."

Darcy raised her eyebrows. 'I was here to say hello! And it isn't a stench! You Athena kids always insult us for no damn reason!" She snapped, glaring at Lily.

Lily rolled her eyes and looked down at her laptop, tapping away at the keyboard. "Sure. When you come up with some good insults, let me know. If not, hello, and goodbye."

Darcy snorted, made a nasty comment on Lily's style and walked out, her hair swishing.

Lily raised an eyebrow and made a note to herself to avoid that one. Sighing as she gave up trying to make the grass look realistic, she tossed her laptop down onto the bed, grabbed her sword and left the cabin.

Darcy was now standing outside of the bathroom door, which was locked, banging on the door and yelling at the campers inside to hurry up and unlock the door. She held a large makeup bag, stomping her feet in frustration. "Hurry up! Unlock the door this minute or I'll curse you!I need to do my make up!'

(I think you posted this in the wrong place?)

(nah I didn't hehe)

(Oh ok, sorry xD)

Lily looked up as she heard the sound of Darcy's yelling and rolled her eyes, walking out to see what was going on. "Can you shut up and wait your turn? You're yelling loud enough to hear you in the Athena cabin."

Darcy snorted. 'I wont listen to a snobby Athena brat.' She then huffed. little did Darcy know, is that the girls in Athena were keeping the door locked, trying to get Darcy's temper to flare.

Lily sighed, knowing exactly what her sisters were doing but not wanting to mess with their plans. "You know, maybe if you were a little nicer, we would be nice to you? Just a thought."

Darcy mumbled a quiet "sorry.." and looked down, feeling ashamed. Why had she been so rude? Darcy sighed. "You know what, I can do without makeup.."

Lily felt a little bad. "No, it's okay. I'm sure they won't take too much longer... Aren't there mirrors in your cabin?"

She shrugged. "I'll go without makeup. Honest. But, im sorry.'

"Don't worry about it." Holding grudges had never been Lily's style; she was always careful to know who her enemies were, but that was a different thing.

Darcy studied her. She suddenly grinned. "holy hera, I just got an idea.'

Lily raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing at her mouth. "And that idea is?"

"Makeover?' She asked, slightly nervous.

"What - on me?" Her voice was full of surprise and laughter. "I don't think I've ever worn makeup in my life."

Darcy giggled, grey eyes twinkling. "A tiny makeover?"

She sighed. The things she did to make peace. "Fine," she agreed. "But only a little one. If I look in a mirror and you've given me face armour like your sisters have, I will cover all your million dollar clothes in mud." She wasn't very good at making threats when she was laughing.