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POSTING ORDER: Me, Carina, Kendall, Morgan, Jake, Lindsey, Ari, Apo. Fit yourself in accordingly.

IF YOU DO NOT POST WITHIN 2 DAYS, YOU WILL BE SKIPPED.

"EVERYONE ON THE BUS! WE'RE OUT IN TEN MINUTES!" Harry yelled to everyone from the bus. They were taking a trip to Canada on a cramped bus with people that they didn't necessarily like. Harry had on a blue button-down and a pair of pleated khaki pants, with a pair of brown dress shoes. His bag contained a replica of his father's robe, a replica of his helmet, and a replica of the Chitauri scepter, plus everything else he needed. He put it under his seat and waited for everyone else to pile on. He took his Razer laptop out of the pack and sat it on the tray that retracted from the seat in front of him. He booted up Steam, plugged his headphones in and put them on, and began playing games.

Ochita heard the calling for the bus heading to canada. She quickly got on the bus and picked a window seat and pulled out her phone and started listening to music on spotify. She then took out her laptop from her backpack and started to boot up Sims3. What a fun game to playon a roadtrip with people you hate.

Aidan made his way onto the bus, lugging a bag a little bit smaller than half of him, and he was a tall guy. He squeezed it through the door, and walked towards the middle of the bus. He sat down next to a window, next to an emergency exit. In case he wanted to jump out on the way up. It wasn't that he hated the people on the trip, but the people he wanted to go decided not to come, and well, he wasn't too fond of everyone else here. Luckily, his huge bag would impede anyone from trying to sit next to him. Aidan was optimistic he was going to make friends. After all, it was Aidan. He got along with everyone! Usually.
He set his bag (well, shoved,) into the space next to him and pulled out a travel cup of tiny oreos and a McDonald's milk jug to go along with them, from the red side pocket. His lunch was somewhere in some other pocket, so this was all he had until they stopped again. Even though he was a bit solitary, he was excited. He had his passport handy just in case, and he was so ready to go to Canada. He's heard lots of good things about it.

Benji was dragging her feet as she walked to the bus -- not because she thought her bag of stuff (extra clothes, tissues, tampons to throw at boys and deter them from speaking to her if she thought they'd be annoying, a weapon or two, most stuff she might need) was too heavy, but because the damned snake wrapped around her head was talking a mile a minute in his excitement for this trip. It was he who had persuaded her to get out of camp for once and, hey, it would be nice to see Canada and not a bunch of sweaty teenagers with weaponry running amok.

Of course, that meant she had to sit with a bunch of sweaty teenagers on a bus for hours to get there. But really, Terron had said to her, when would she get the chance to go to Canada again? And maybe she could make friends, too.

She didn't need friends. She had plenty of friends. Sort of.

And you know, I hear they have this bagged milk stuff up in Canada, Terron was saying, but I feel like I'd fall in and almost drown in it, y'know?

Ignoring the mindless rambling, Benji lifted her bag and got onto the bus unceremoniously, selecting a seat by the back next to a window to suffer in silence for the bus ride. She had her iPod, of course, with its cracked screen and her favorite orchestral pieces, but Terron's rambling would probably drown all that music out. When she had sat down and thrown her bag under her seat, Benji laid her head against the window to recover from the sheer physical effort of lifting her bag -- and then, after a few moments of hearing her snake friend blabbering about mounties, smacked her head against it -- where his tail was located, right above her left ear -- to get him to shut up.

It worked for five seconds.

Maddy arrived a bit late. She always did. She had a thing for staying in bed late, but for nothing in the world she would have missed a trip to Canada, her home country. The moment Harry had said they'd go to Montreal, she was with them. Who knew, they could go partying, and she knew alst all the Montreal clubs.

Putting her backpack at her feet, she looked at the others. Harry, Ochita, Aidan, Benji...I'd they were only five, it could get really great.

Elijah honestly didn't know why the heck he had agreed to do this, but he supposed he needed time away from camp. Honestly, staying in that place for 24/7/365 wasn't the best option for a teenager like him. Elijah wanted to see things and look at new places. He wasn adventurer, just like his mom. Although she didn't go on adventures. She just liked the idea of it. Anyways. Elijah was wearing a simple black and red flannelwith a leather jacket and jeans, aswell as some fingerless gloves. He didn't want to start any fires in here on accident, nervousness or excitedness. He took them off though, and decided to sit in the row opposite some guy playing computer games. His fingers tingled. He really wanted to fiddle with something, and he was glad he had brought his 'Fiddle Pack.' His long fingers searched through his shoulder bag, and found a small pouch filled with screwdrivers, bolts, screws, corks and small bits of wood for just building material. He grinned and continued a project he had started earlier -- a small automaton frog. He started screwing about with small lenses, who would end up being out into the eyes. Was he going to take the blue lense for blue froggy eyes, or the red lense, to make the frog bite peoples fingers and look kinda deadly? Elijah grinned and took the red ones, then replaced his self built memory card of 'Friendly Nature' with 'Aggressive Nature'. These were some secrets he had been working on, these kind of worked like a personality, but a fake one. Now the frog would annoy everyone Elijah told it too. If he could only finish the thing now.

Lindsey had been surprised when she chose to go on the road trip, especially since it appeared no one from her admittedly small circle of friends happened to be going on this trip. Canada, why not? After all she spent all of her time at the camp, she was there every day, every year. She could go home, yet she decided that she wasn't able to. Lindsey had chosen an outfit of dark blue jeans with a leather belt, black combat boots, a black t-shirt and black turtle neck jumper. Her hair a bright ginger hung loose, surprisingly outside of her usual ponytail.

She had a few items in a dull brown leather messenger bag, slung over her right shoulder. Lindsey made her way onto the bus, sitting herself down towards the back of the bus, one place away from the back. There she opened her bag taking out a book from it, she still managed to read despite her dyslexia. She opened it at the page where she'd previously left her bookmark, time to keep reading Stalingrad. It would help to pass the time, more importantly it provided an excuse not to talk to her fellow Demigods. Lindsey found making friends to be rather difficult.
She would never admit it to anyone except Sawyer but Lindsey wished that a few of her friends chose to go to Canada, not just Lindsey by herself.

A bus? Really? Surely someone could have got something that didn't smell like old socks. Nix didn't even know why she was here. She didn't know any of these people well, someone just came up to her and asked if she wanted to go on a road trip. She's agreed of course, why not? But she was hoping the smell would go away. It would be a long ride if it smelled this bad all the way to Canada. She groaned, sitting in a seat kind of far away from everyone else. People generally weren't fond of the bees that followed her everywhere.

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Ochita got annoyed by the amount of people coming onto the bus. She hated to socialize. People made fun of her accent since she was from Japan, and she had a mixed accent from living in America. Many people didn't see her as a daughter of Apollo. She could see why for she had nothing in resemblance to Apollo. But she could sure shoot an arrow perfectly.

She pulled some food out of her bag, all she did was eat. Thank god she had a high metabolism, or by now with the amount of food she eats she would be very overweight. She ate some of the Japanese Candies she brought with her from the secret stash in her cabin. She was up to share if that meant she could make some friends.

The sims game was getting boring so Ochita shut it off. Instead she decided to surf the internet. Maybe watch netflix. She did come prepared. She had brought bagged popcorn for the occasion. Ochita was rather excited to go to Canada. It would be country number 9 that she went to. Hopefully the ride would be smooth so they could get to canada fast.

Secretly Ochita had her bow and arrows with her, she didnt exactly trust going unarmed. And when they get to Canada something could go wrong, so its good to always be prepared. Ochita hoped some of the people on the bus liked boba, or hoped they would try it when they get to Canada.

As everyone finally started to pile onto the bus, the doors closed behind the last person and they began their route to Canada. Harry was still playing games on his laptop, and everyone else seemed to be pretty chill as well. He was beginning to get bored. He brought up his list of games. "Hm... Skyrim, Grand Theft Auto, Defiance, Dishonored..." he whispered to himself. "Dishonored it is." he said. He booted the game up and immediately began playing.

Aidan sighed and settled into his seat. And then he saw Benji. He jumped up, knees on his seat, and faced the back. He ignored the bus rules, like: seat belts, staying in your seat, and being somewhat quiet. He stared at her for a while, or, her talking snake. He had seen Benji around, he had seen everyone, but he hadn't seen the snake. Holy crap. "Benji!," he yelled across the bus. "Is that snake real?!"

Do I look stuffed to you, kid? I'm too pretty to be fake. Terron hissed at the boy, poking his head above the seats to glare at -- what was his name -- Aidan. (Benji only remembered his name because she had a girl cousin named Aidan. Otherwise, she probably had forgotten everybody else's names by now; she didn't see herself becoming friends with many of them, anyway.)

"Ignore him," Benji called, banging her head against the window again to see if the rattlesnake would get the picture. Ow. "He's cranky today -- something about drowning in illegal milk. But he's real enough."

Attempting to make herself more comfortable, she had curled up in her seat with her knees pressed against her chest, leaning her head against the window. If she was going to try sleeping any time on this bus, she might as well sleep like this instead of letting her head flop around as they drove. She should have brought a pillow or something....

ANNOUNCEMENT: IT HAS BEEN TWO DAYS, AND MORGAN HAS NOT POSTED. SHE IS BEING SKIPPED.

OOC: Woops, sorry guys. I've been busy. I'm typing up something pretty in my morning.