Movie Theatre

Prince entered with Ari. Prince hadn't left CHB in the last two years, but he seemed to be weirdly carefree. "What are we going to watch?" He asked and paused for a moment. "Anything that scares normal people." He answered to his own question, smirking.

Ari smiles and points to the movie sign for "The House at the End of the Street". "That?" She asks.

Prince shrugged. "The one with Jennifer Lawrence? It's probably another cliche, but I have mortal money to waste."

"Haha, okay yeah." Ari led Prince to the ticket booth and they went in.

They watched the movie, that seemed to be quite slow. Theatres made Prince claustrophobic. Places filled with people did, in general.

Ari glanced over at Prince. He looked uncomfortable. "You okay?" She whispered over to him.

"No. I'm never okay, so don't ask me." Prince murmured back. He realized that he sounded rude, but it seemed to be too late to apologize.

Ari sighed and looked back up at the movie. Honestly, her thoughts were flowing more than the blood out of Jennifer Lawrence's wounds. She really wanted to get out of the theatre and walk a street of New York later in the evening with Prince, but she questioned if he wanted to too.

Awkward silence, again. There was an imense list of people who couldn't hold a full conversation with Prince and Grace was only the first of them. Why was he still thinking about Grace, anyway? Deep inside his mind, he wanted to cry/hide in a corner/run away/die, but fortunately all the other cells of his brain thought he could control himself very well. "So... What.. Do you want to do now?" He tried to resurrect the conversation.

Ari shrugged and thought. A big smile went across her face. "Want to walk a bridge or something." She was always fascinated by support structures and alternate ways to go. "I think there's one connecting Manhattan and Long Island City. We can walk down to Camp from there if you want."

OOC: I actually don't know if there is one xP

Whoa... There is one. YES SCORE.

Prince shrugged blanky, although he considered the idea. He touched the wheels of his wheelchair with he tips of his fingers, melancholic. "I can't walk at all, you know. Do you have money for a taxi?"

Ari smiled, "I know. And no. Taxis are bad memories." She slipped out her ivory wand. To the mortals, it was just a simple eyeliner tube. She waved it and Prince's wheelchair faded, and she intended to unparalyze his legs until they get to the magical boundaries of camp that would counter the charm. "Try to stand. If this doesn't work, I could bring back your wheel chair and call a chariot."

Prince got almost scared with that. "Don't... Spell me... Without my permission, okay?" He wanted to explain her that his legs were just broken, he didn't need any magical help and etc, but he wouldn't be able to say anything until she brought his wheelchair back.

Ari brought the wheelchair back and lifted the spell. "Sorry... I'll call a chariot."

"No." Prince stopped her before she could finish that sentence. He tried to explain his wounds' story, although he couldn't remember the most important details. There was a monster... And then he was knocked... And then he started bleeding... And everything darkened. He would rather to be dead. "I think I'm fine. You could make my plasters disappear. It's been a few months and I think I'm fine." He didn't think so, but didn't want to disappoint Ari. She was his only true friend in a couple of years.

Ari shrugged, "You sure? I.. I could do it permanently you know."

"Stop. Please." Prince scolded. He was getting really pissed with that. Fortunately, he could control his aggressive reactions the same way he could control his crying feelings and fear of death. He was suposed to be afraid of nothing, anyway.

She heard the forceful tone in his voice and stepped back. "Okay. Sorry..."

"Sorry." Prince echoed her, staring at the ground in a desperately try of hiding his blush. She was his only friend, and he took less than a day to lose her.

Ari looked back up at him, "So how do you want to leave this place?"

"I don't care at all. Will you let me go walking?" Prince replied. It seemed like he was talking to himself.

"Uhm, sure.." Ari didn't really understand what he was meaning. He would freak if she tried to fix his legs. She felt like she just messed up her friendship with him, and she blamed her mother for it.

OOC: They're so weirdly similar. They'll be best friends or kill each other.

Prince smirked at her expression, forgeting about all the grudge that he felt in the last moments. He stood up slowly and almost stumbled, immediately regeting his impulsive attempt. He tried a few more steps and realized that he waited too much to go back walking. He didn't know he would miss that feeling that much. A very pessimistic side of his brain thought that he would quickly be beat by a monster and get paraplegic again.

OOC: I know right? Hah!

BIC: Ari smiled and helped Prince. "I'd imagine battling isn't in your favor. I could help you with that later. But now, a walk on a pretty bridge." She seemed to enjoy this feeling of success with her powers. Usually they just blow stuff up and cause problems. Maybe she could be in the medical side of magic? With her powers, it is unknown. Ari was just happy that Prince was a bit calmer. She carefully helped him and glanced at the sky. Cloudy. That was a change. Being in Camp Half-Blood for so long gave her a sense of naive-ness with the weather. Now that she wasn't in the valley, her radars were on high.

Prince walked by her side with hesitant steps. He kept watching Ari because he couldn't find another point to focus his gaze. "Are you cold?" He asked suddenly, although that seemed to be obvious.