Genevieve Starr Cohen was lost.
No, she didn't mean to (who wanted to get lost?) but this place was just so confusing. She wasn't a permanent camper, only hovering over at the place every few months or so to hide from others—and by "others", she meant monsters and paparazzi and sometimes both. Being a well-known demigod actress took its toll in more than one way.
The daughter of Loki was perched on a wooden bench near the edges of what she guessed was a courtyard, her posture near perfect as she studied the campers milling about. Some were laughing and talking, some were making out (yeesh, get a room), some were ambling around with confused expressions on their faces. She could relate to the last one, even though she didn't let it show.
Tossing her tame black mane of waves over her shoulder, Starr looked around for someone to approach. She didn't want to look clueless or anything.
No, she didn't mean to (who wanted to get lost?) but this place was just so confusing. She wasn't a permanent camper, only hovering over at the place every few months or so to hide from others—and by "others", she meant monsters and paparazzi and sometimes both. Being a well-known demigod actress took its toll in more than one way.
The daughter of Loki was perched on a wooden bench near the edges of what she guessed was a courtyard, her posture near perfect as she studied the campers milling about. Some were laughing and talking, some were making out (yeesh, get a room), some were ambling around with confused expressions on their faces. She could relate to the last one, even though she didn't let it show.
Tossing her tame black mane of waves over her shoulder, Starr looked around for someone to approach. She didn't want to look clueless or anything.
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