Alford's Bunk

Bella walked in and knocked on the door, "Anyone home?", she called out.

Bella hid a smile as she watched the boy she'd.come to.visit scramble about. "Your a child of Anuket arnt you? I wanted to visit you.. I was hoping you'd be able to help me with something." Realising sge was probably bewildering the boy, she added, "Im Bella by the way, daughter of Apollo", she held out her hand cautiously as though she thought he would bite it off.

"Hm?", Bella looked distracted as she withdrew her hand and crossed her arms over her chest absentmindedly. "Why would you able to?", she asked, slightly lifting one eyebrow as she did, "Anuket's Goddess of the Nile right?"

Belled smiled, grateful for being invited in. She perched herself at the edge of the bed, still looking troubed. "Well, this may sound really weird but a year ago when I'd been to Egypt..I um, fell in the Nile." Bella paused, looking embarrassed. "Anyway", she continued, "I almost drowned, I was underwater for almost 4 minutes and..well your mom spoke to me." She looked away hurriedly, and began speaking really fast, "Obviously, I dint realise it at the time since I knew nothing about the Gods and all of this stuff", she gestured around vaguely, still speaking fast, her eyes flitting from side to side, "and I pretty much convinced myself that I'd imagined the whole thing, except I always knew I hadn't. However, since I came to camp it's been bothering me a lot. She-" Bella closed her eyes and gulped, "She said, "Your soul is mine to claim".

"Woah, well that kinnd of makes sense." Bella opened her eyes, "So now my soul belongs to her?"

"Thats true", Bella gave a weak smile, "well thanks for helping me with that at any rate! Good to be clear about stuff"

"That would be great!", Bella smiled, jumping to her feet. "And no problem, she did save my life..and what do I need a soul for anyway?", she joked.

"Well hopefully, I'll have enough spirit to make up for it", Bella said, grinning. "Shall we go? I'm starving"

"Yeah," I said, leaving my bunk.

OOC: Who'll post first? I have to go in....15 minutes.

Bella followed him out the door.

OOC: You post first. Thats alright we can continue this whenever.

OOC: Ok.

Christian defenitely wasn't a dumb guy. He could easily tell the emotions and feelings of the young boy. As soon as he made the voice come out of his mouth, the kid stood up in his bed. His face smacked into the upper bunk, Christian's face forming into a wince. Wow, that looked like it hurt. Real bad. He fell onto the ground, and grabbed a staff. Christian automatically went into a fighting stance, expecting the boy to be scared that a stranger was in his cabin. He didn't blame him. The boy turned towards him, an angry expression on his face. When he realized that Christian didn't look like that big of a threat, his staff lowered to his side. He looked down at his feet, another angry expression slammed onto his face. Man, this kid looked dead tired.  After a couple of seconds of the boy looking down with his angry face, he shook his head. Christian nodded as the words came out of the boy's mouth. "I knew this wasn't a Greek cabin." He glanced around once more, eyes falling upon the boy once again. 'I'm real sorry if I frightened you, but I'm real tired and want to go to sleep desperatly." He argued in his head about something, and finally blurt it out. "Is something troubling you? I thought you were extremely tired, like myself, but it seems to be more in depth than that." He looked at the kid in sympathy. How old was he? 12? 13? A young age to have such a depressed expression and mood at all. He thought that he could help this kid, make his life less miserable for him. His eyes widened suddenly as he remembered something important. Leaving. He jumped up quickly, apologizing to the boy. "I need to go. I am so very sorry." He got up and ran towards Thalia's Tree.

OOC: I'm sorry I forgot that I'm going to make all my characters leave to go somewhere today. I'll send someone else in as soon as I create another character.

Alford played his shirt for a while before he dared to look at the boy. Did the guy just say sorry? After being in a super-depressed mode for a quite long time, an apologize sounded…unfamiliar. It sounded weird…awkward…but warm. Sure, it was only a small apologize for a small thing too (although the small thing did cause a huge trouble for him—falling from his bed, for example), but somehow, it seemed that somebody had thrown him with a bucket of warm water. It was really sentimental…and Alford probably was just being too sensitive, but hey, when you walk into a gloomy day, any tiny bit of kindness worth a lot.

“W-well…” Alford shuttered, almost whispered to the older camper. He took his time on speaking—gah, he wanted to speak at least more clearly—and he kept glancing at the guy, feeling stupidly afraid that he might go away because of boredom. Alford cleared his throat.

“W-well…” He repeated. “T-thank you f-for asking. I…uh…” Alford stopped for a moment. Was he really going to speak his problem out loud to a stranger? A person he barely knew? A camper he just met? But yet, the guy—Chris—seemed that he cared about…about Alford’s source of depression. Alford could see a speck of hope on Chris. He, probably, was really dependable. Alford took a deep sigh. Hmm…why not?

But then, Chris said goodbye... just when he was about to open his mouth. Alford could feel that all the strength and courage he’d mustered up to speak left him in a few seconds. His face went slack and he sat back onto his bed, with mixed up emotions. Did…he just leave? Stupid Alford, he said to himself. You took your time too much! Now look what happened! He left!

Feeling ashamed, Alford wanted to mess things around. He wanted to break down his bunk with his staff. He wanted to flood the bunk with rivers of water…but he knew he couldn’t do that. He imagined the other campers’ expression if he managed to transform his bunk into an underworld playing ground. He imagined his staff broke when he was halfway on breaking the room. He shivered as he imagined Chiron’s expression when he brought gallons of water inside. Chiron wouldn’t be really happy with that…Alford covered himself with his blanket, chocking back sobs and regretting why he was so emotional.

OOC: no, it's fine! Sorry for posting late. Did you get my PM?