Target Practice

"You do know that I'm only about five inches shorter," Miranda said, annoyed. "And, I mean, it's nice to have a compliment once in a while. When was the last time you got one?" She asked him.

"You don't need to whisper, by the way," Miranda told him, noticing the lowness in the volume of his voice.

"Before I did," Miranda added quickly, but she was too late. The boy had caught her mistake and used it to rub it in her face. Miranda shrugged. "Nevermind. Not like you would care, since you apparently hate spending time with people."

"Sorry..." Miranda trailed off. "I actually don't know how to keep a conversation going myself. Not that I really talk to anyone at all. Anyway, what's your name? I'm Miranda," She asked, her voice softening to it's normal tone: kind and cute. Well, it was like that most of the time. After Sirius, her voice sounded depressed. Anyone could notice, but she didn't want to tell anyone that she had just broken up with a guy, cried about it for thirty minutes, and pondered over him twenty-four seven.

"I just need someone to talk to right now. If you don't want to, that's fine," Miranda told him.

"Nice to meet you Chris. Or, er, do you want me to call you Christian?" Miranda asked him. "And, I guess an issue..." Relationship issue. Gods, why the hell did I respond with issue? She out to herself, mentally hitting herself for making that mistake. Then it would all spill out of her, en she would burst into tears, and Christian would leave. As usual.

OOC: Sorry for the sucky post. No muse.

"W-w-why d-d-did y-you say C-Christian then?" Miranda stuttered. "Oh...nevermind. I'm sorry I asked that. You probably get that a lot from people who know your name. You must be really annoyed about that," She guessed. "A-anyways. I actually don't want to talk about what happened, unless you want to of course. It would just end up with me sobbing and you annoyed," She told him. Maybe she could tell him. I mean, he already trusts me with his first name. I don't think he would want many people to know. At least she should tell him something...

Miranda walked with Solitude and sat on the other side of the bench. "I'm not going to cry right in front of a bunch of campers. Would a guy do that? I don't think so. Would anyone do that? Sure, maybe, but not me," She rolled her eyes. He acted so chauvinist-like it was hard to tell if he was one or not. Some parts of him showed a little sympathy. Maybe none at all, but he acted like girls were weak and emotional. "And anyway, it's just a break-up. No big deal."

Miranda's mouth started to form a smile, more like a grin though. "And you have a soft side," She stated. Solitude would probably just cover it up and say something that made him sound tough and not as opened up as he was at the moment. "It's just... I've been with him for two years. One year was a long distance one where he left to train and become stronger. It's a bit hard on me," She said.

"I know, but he was special. If you had someone and you went through the same thing I went through, you would feel that part of you die and be replaced with a sorrow-filled part. It would then make you be normal, or turn you into someone cold who hates everything."

"Sure it is," Miranda shrugged. She watched his head turn away from her as if he was embarrassed or something. His head had turned to the target that had an arrow lodged in the tip of the outer ring. He also said something about not understanding what she said about you-know-him. She quietly repeated it slowly so he could understand her. His response would probably be something like, "I'm never going to feel that way," or something that a person not interested in love would say.

OOC: Sirius should totally come in now.

"Almost," Miranda smiled. "Just a bit of coldness, so it doesn't feel like a soft side," Miranda added. She quickly saw the small grin on his face before he looked somewhere else to probably hide it. "So...er...where do you come from?" She asked. Miranda had come from a womanizer father that probably had about ten kids at the moment. She had never went back to see if any of the kids lived with her father. She also was a bit curious if one of her siblings was a demigod, like her. She doubted it, but it was always a possibility, seeing the way her father attracted women.

Edmund walks into the shooting range and sees three people. He leans against a post and crosses his arms. He doesn't say anything, he just watches them.

Miranda looked up at Sirius. "Oh nothing. I'm just talking with Christian," She winked at Solitude unnoticeably. "Anyways, hey Sirius," She gave him a warm smile. The daughter of Hestia suspected that her "ex"-boyfriend possibly thought that she and Solitude were dating. She wasn't fully over Sirius, and she didn't want to move on just yet. They were just having a conversation... Oh. She realized that he had been assuming things, like when she was assuming that he had found another girl on his travels. It was a piece of her own medicine, and Sirius probably didn't realize it. The once kind, energetic thirteen year old that had fallen in love with a caring son of Aristaios, had become a overdramatic, hormonal fifteen year old.

Edmund leaves

OOC: Cheedos, could you um, please leave? I don't mean to be rude, though.

"Sirius, it's not what you think this is," The worried girl mouthed. She didn't want any of them to get hurt. True, she had just met Solitude, but she didn't want him to get her because of her. She didn't want Sirius to get hurt either. If he did, she would have never forgiven herself. Ever.

"Y-yeah..." She muttered, stumbling a bit in her words.

ooc: No worries I'll leave. I think I'll just edit my post.