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I walked into the mess hall with my coat flapping slightly. I notice people staring in fear at me. 'A combination of a cold expression and a sword on your back tends to do that' I think, chuckling softly.

I follow into the mess hall and grab a plate and a goblet. I sit down at the Phobos table, eager to not break any actual rules today. I order some milk and a very complicated breakfast, consisting of breakfast pizza, yogurt, and a fruit salad. After the fifth attempt to ask nicely for the meal, I give up. Sometimes I swear that the plates here hate me. I've probably lost about fifty pounds over the last three months.

OOC: you spelled my username wrong o.o I feel like you don't even know me

OOC:OHMYGLOBIAMSOFRIGGINSORRYIAMSTILLLIKEONETHIRDASLEEPWHYAMITYPINGINALLCAPSWITHNOPUNCTUATIONORSPACES

BIC:I chuckle softly and order a piece of mostly raw steak, causing several people to edge away from me and look at my with fear and disgust.

I find an apple on the salad bar (Why they even have a salad bar when most people just order salad to appear on their plates, I don't know.) and bite into it. Its granny smith and extremely sour. I pucker up and motion Ace over to sit at my table. It's not breaking the rules if [i]he[i] does it.

I see Ce-Le beckon me to her so I stand up and walk over. I sit down next to her and continue eating.

"So, what's your story? You know, how you got to camp?" I ask, finishing my apple and tossing it into a nearby trashcan.

I sigh quietly. "Well, I drove here by myself. It goes deeper than that, but I won't tell anybody just yet." I say.

I shrug., and wince at the slight pain in my shoulder. I hadn't fully recovered from the attack just yet. It still hurt to do certain things, like walk.

I hear Ce-Le wince and frown worriedly. "Are you okay? Here." I say, handing her a small flask of nectar and a peice of ambrosia.

"No, I'm fine. I got into a hellhound attack a few weeks ago. Just some aftershock, I guess." I tell him, handing him his ambrosia and nectar back.


OOC: In the same way you love killing off your characters, I love attacking mine randomly with hellhounds.

OOC Oh My God! I have had 3 or 4 of my charries killed by hellhounds!!! XDXD

BIC "Oh. Okay." I say, clipping the flask to the inside of my coat and putting the ambrosia in a small metal box in an inside pocket.

OOC: Great minds think alike xD

BIC: I grab another apple off the salad bar. "I don't know why, but you seem like a son of Thanatos. Maybe it's the cloak." I tell him, clearly realizing its a trench coat and not a cloak. I twist the black ends of my red hair around my finger.

I shrug. "Yeah.I get that a lot. And by 'a lot' I mean never." I say.

"Well, you're welcome." I reply, sarcastically. "I think I'm running out of things to talk about."

"Hmm... Do you like cake?" I ask.

"Well, it depends on what kind. Which reminds me, kiwi is never a good flavor for a baking." I say, remembering the horrible incident. "But, yeah, most flavors."

I chukle at the thought of kiwi cake. "Yeah. I like a... 'special' kind of cake." I say. "I have... unique cravings." I say.

I nod, resisting the urge to look at the raw meat. "I would've never thought."

I chuckle. "Yeah... usually I can resist it though. So. Onto a different subject. Do you like fighting?" I ask.

"For training?" I ask, cautiously. "Yeah."


OOC: Okay, that sucked

"Yeah. What kind of weapons do you use?" I ask.

OOC This Sux Too

"Throwing stars. What about you?" I ask, fingering the bag hanging across my shoulder

I wore an expression that said 'Really? You haven't figured that out?'.

OOC Really? She hasn't figured it out? He has a sword on his back O.O Look at his picture it is a pretty noticable sword XDXD

OOC: OMG! xD

BIC: "What? What is it, a dagger? A hammer? A bow and arrow? I bet its a dagger." I say, sarcastically.

That did it. I start laughing, but eventually it becomes coughing, and I end up coughing blood. I wipeit on my sleeve and say "Sorry. As you can see, I am sick." I say.