David's Bunk

Ferro quickly pranced up to the Titan cabin, humming some tune that was entirely unrecognizable and no one would be able to point out in a crowd or whatever. She was, as usual, way too happy for anyone's good or sanity. Then again, it was Ferro. Her sanity was pretty questionable.

She entered the cabin in her usual innocent way, not even bothering to look around as she skipped across the floor to her bunk, hair bouncing wildly off her shoulders. She grabbed her bag, reaching a climax in her little humming concert, before turning to leave the cabin-

And catching Stella and some guy having some interesting lip-to-lip contact. She gave a little gasp of surprise, covering her mouth and trying to figure out what was going on, before something clicked. Her hand stayed over her face as she giggled childishly, throwing her cabinmate a little wink before continuing merrily out of the cabin, humming only interrupted by short laughs of some mix of euphoria and that feeling you get when you know something no one else does.

Bloodied and sweaty Gabriel grinned looking over the body of the two broken bodies beneath him, they weren’t dead mind you. Stella and the horse man had given him some strict warnings about not killing things here and although he didn’t truly listen he figured it was more fun this way. If the idiots were dead they couldn’t come running back for round two or three. Point numeral uno would be the idiot Son of Ares and Kratos that he was standing over. For two Strength and or War God kids they weren’t exactly the power kids as he hadn’t even needed to use his powers to defeat the two of them. Shaking his head he grinned, winking at the crowd, and disappearing in a flash of light.

Only to re-appear in the Titan Cabin by his bunk. Once in he grabbed a towel and the first aid kid he always kept in his nightstand. Spinning on his heels ready to walk out to the showers he stopped dead in his tracks having heard Ferro. Normally he’d ignore her giggling but he was curious and was glad he looked this time because Stella was snogging on some guy with black hair. Raising an eyebrow he looked the guy over before shrugging. “Not bad Stella, not what I figured your type was but not bad.” With that he followed the daughter of memory out of the Cabin off to get himself all nice and cleaned up, and less covered in other people’s blood.

Crystal entered the Titan cabin shortly after she had seen Gabe and Firefox enter it. She was in there to change, obviously. Firstly, her color change was going to wear off and she really didn't want to waste more energy on an outfit she was probably going to throw out after she wore, so she was in there to go through her closet. Sliding open the closet she had built for her by some Hephaestus boys she manipulated a few weeks ago, she went through and looked at some shirts and cringed. Eugh. Last season. Bye.

Finally, she found a shirt that she wanted and headed into the bathroom. When she came out, she had new perfume sprayed on and a shirt she bought from a town in Montana which was surprisingly stylish. She headed towards the door, but Gabe and Firefox were staring at Stella's bunk. Huh. She glanced in that direction and saw Stella kissing some dude. Weird. Stella wasn't the girl who would be caught snogging another dude -- more so caught even kissing anyone. She gave off that weird vibe that told people to stay away from her or she would cut them.

First of all, who was this guy? Second of all, "I'd totally ship it," she said softly as she turned around, following Firefox and Gabe out the door.

At the sound of the cabin door opening, Stella let out a little surprised squeak and almost reluctantly pulled away -- not when/because David had gone in for the kill, but when [bleep]ing three of her cabinmates had all of a sudden decided to have an old family gathering in the cabin. Of all the damned people to walk in. She honestly would have preferred if Gaea herself had waltzed in to harass the two, not Ferro with her goddamned rock sister or Crystal the Living Barbie or Gabe with his insistence on reenacting Fight Club his entire life. Briefly she wondered if Thea and Wolfgang would gladly join them too.

Her face felt just the tiniest bit warmer as she laid there, feeling her cheek with the back of her hand and noticing how cold it felt in comparison. What a wonderful day this was. It was almost like she felt elated or.. something. Something sickening like that. She didn't like to examine herself too much or else she'd begin to find things she really didn't like and then would go through some amazing existential crisis.

"[Bleep]ing morons. That's what you've missed the past few months." Heaving a sigh, Stella shut her eyes and sniffed the air slightly, opening one up again to give him a critical once over: "You need to take a shower; your hair looks oily enough for a country to want to invade it."

"Go [bleep] yourself," she called back in response, inwardly groaning as he left the cabin. Had she made a giant mistake accepting his date? Perhaps. Basically all their cabinmates knew now so it would be no use hiding it -- but she didn't think she (or they, really) would survive for very long if they decided to tease her about it. She hadn't blown up a person's lungs in so long that she was almost excited at the very possibility, fellow demititan as a victim or not.

Half-rolling off the top bunk to land safely on the ground, Stella gazed around the room as she tried to remember what she had been looking for: was it her phone? To just lay down and sleep? She couldn't remember, but it must not have been very important if she'd been completely thrown off by David coming back. Sighing to herself, she pinched the bridge of her nose as she struggled through her memory to find the goal of the holy quest she had been trying to comp--

Oh yeah. The damned Aphrodite girls.

Going through a little set of drawers by her bunk, Stella pulled out one of those funky Greek fire bombs she had managed to steal from some Hermes kids -- and then practically bounced out of the cabin on her way to murder those vapid mannequins.