Cabin's Courtyard

Florence Welch wrote:

Master George wrote:

Florence Welch wrote:Anita took less than a minute to notice that she was being watched. She looked back at the boy with a typical Mona Lisa smile.

I smirk. I wave slightly at her. I look around at the cabins, noticing the different qualities that distinguished them apart. I shake my head at the Aprodite cabin "so much perfume I can smell it from here." I mumble (Jackson)

Anita heard his mumble and she was absolutely sure that he was talking about her, but she preferred to ignore it. She wasn't in a very good mood, and she was afraid to reply in a rude way and scare that unknown. Perfume is a bad thing only if you're allergic to it, She thought.

Jordan wrote:

lillylillypad wrote:I felt my stomach drop out from under me. "I... wasn't even expecting to be right!" I admit. "Is it hard, hearing them all the time? Do they ever..." I trail off. How do you respond to finding out someone hears and sees ghosts?

I ran a hand through my hair as I sighed, "Oh boy, you don't even know the half of it." I told her and shut my eyes for a few moments. "They never stop talking. Some want help, some want revenge, some want to know how they died. I can't ever sleep anymore. Most of the time my head is like a noisy cafeteria, so much noise... all the time. I've prayed to my dad, Mania, Hades... Nothing. The voices never stop. If I focus, I can keep some of the weaker spirits away, but that makes me tired..." I explained. "Now that you know I guess I could explain more. I've only ever told one other person... But I have three ghosts that follow me everywhere. Most ghosts don't follow me if I move, but three are... connected to me. There's Periander. A tyrant of Ancient Greece, who killed people who tried to steal power from him. He's the one who gives me the most trouble. I was talking to him earlier... He was wanting to find a spider to terrify you. So I told him that, that would be mean." I brushed a lock of hair out of my face, it felt good to get this off my chest. "He's constantly trying to push me to do wicked things... Then there's Alexander III, but most know him as Alexander the Great. He just gives me pointers and tips during battle, and wants me to to fight for justice and blah, blah, blah. And I am eternally punished by Homer... the great poet who wrote the Odyssey and the Iliad. He just wants me to be non-violent, and wants me to search for spiritual peace. Bull Crap like that." I explained and sighed, I was telling someone my secret...
"Bull-Crap!?" Homer protested.
Alexander laughed, "Dora, if I were alive I would kiss you."
Periander scowled, "You couldn't have said anything scarier about me?"

Isabelle_Aphrodesia wrote:I nodded. "Mine's light blue." I smiled. "Food? I like Italian, something like tomato, cream, or pesto based. Hmm... or Panini? How about you?" I asked, I stare on the floor to my feet, looking at my pink polished toes that Isabelle did two days ago.