Reckless decisions vol. infinite (open rp)

George was pissed off at himself. Another fight he had picked that he couldn't win. Some days of training and he had started acting like he was good. And he couldn't even tell why. He usually wouldn't act like he was good at anything.

So, in reaction he did what any logical person... would never have done. He got his sword and ventured in the Deadly Forest. At least there would hopefully be no campers. Only monsters. That he would either kill and feel good about himself, or get killed. He didn't know which part was more tempting.

He stopped for a second. He was far enough that no one from camp would notice him. Hopefully. He sat on a rock and started whistling a melody. He racked his mind to remember what it was. Sabbath maybe? He could not remember.

He heard a sound somewhere close. A camper, he thought. A monster, he hoped.

There was something to be said for running. Evander loved it. It was one of the few things that cleared his mind, that and fighting. Just focus on the breathing and the mild pain in his legs, his footfalls landing lightly enough to adapt to most of the dense terrain in the woods. He liked running in the woods, or around the lake, or by the beach, because it gave him different terrain to adapt to, and the chance of something cool happening.

The Ares kid spotted a rock near where he was running, a kid wearing an orange camp shirt was there too. That was odd. He didn't usually see fellow campers in the woods on his runs. The teen changed his course and slowed to a jog, heading towards his fellow camper.

"Lost or just hoping for a monster to attack you?" Evander asked, his breath heavy from running. He put one hand on his kopis hilt, more to keep himself from fidgetting than anything else. He studied the kid, wasn't he one of the new guys? Claimed by...owl lady. Athena. That's right. Greg or Geoff or something. Geek.

A buff and tall guy appeared from the woods, and asked him wether he was lost or to be attacked. Great, an Ares kid, he thought. In defense, he did what he had excelled at the past few years. He gave the guy a serious look. Not talking, not showing any emotion. This kept on for some seconds. He took a deep breath. This was a habit he had decided to drop with his arrival here. He decided to speak to the guy.

"The second. Who are you, to begin with?" his face still not showing any emotion except maybe his seriousness.

Evander matched Geoff's staring, was he sizing him up? The guy started talking and Evander relaxed a little. "Evander. I'm from Cabin 5. Aren't you in Cabin 6? Geoff, right? Or Greg? I was not really paying attention when Chiron announced that. Sorry. So, do you like it here at camp? Found any good monsters out here? So far I haven't seen many monsters, just a lot of driads...and a squirrel. I like squirrels."

Evander looked around the forest again, his eyes taking in every scene, and then back to Greg. Geoff. Whoever. The teen did not look like the type who appreciated ADHD small talk.

The guy sounded rather friendly actually, at least by George's standards. He relaxed, forced a smile and started replying to Evander's questions.

"Camp is amazing. But unfortunately, haven't found any monsters today."

He gave a look at his surroundings, almost hoping for a monster to come out.

"It's George by the way. Cabin 6 indeed."

He paused for a moment to think what to say next.

"What brought you here?"

"Now that's a funny question to answer. Here to camp or here to this place in the forest? Here in the forest, I was running. I like to run, it helps me think, or not think, actually. You know, the ADHD thing with demigods, it's kinda bad, I really wish there was a demigod strength Adderall or something, because I can never get my mind to shut up. But here to this camp, well, that's because my not-my-father and I got into a brutal fight and we nearly killed each other, and then I got attacked by giants and I got rescued by a former teacher who turned out to be half-goat. You?" Evander asked, smiling genially. He usually didn't admit quite all of that. The fight being the big thing. He wasn't proud of that. Well, he would do it again in a heart-beat, but he still wasn't proud of it.

Evander started to fidget a little, playing with his sword hilt, and the scabbard. He didn't mean to, he just really wasn't good at staying still. He had too much energy. All the time. It felt like ants crawling through him urging him to move if he didn't. He wished he still had his old fidget, a simple little toy that let him twist it around and around, it gave his hands something to do when talking to people.

"Running, huh? I meant the forest, but since you said how you came to camp, l'll join. I ran away from my foster home, and got told to come here by a half goat. Not as heroic or action-packed as your arrival." he said, trying to joke, not succesfully enough.

He noticed Evander fidgeting. Clearly the guy didn't like doing nothing. He smiled.

"Mind me join the running? Maybe two of us will attract a monster easier." he said casually.

Evander looked up at the Athena guy when he offered to join in running. Usually the brainiacs didn't mix with Ares kids, but maybe this was a good sign, right? "Yeah, sure, cool. We're a little off my usual track, but it shouldn't take much to get back on track. Wouldn't want to get lost in here, you know? Although, I think I brought a compass." He said, now searching his pockets of his jeans. He searched for about forty-five seconds, then realized it was on his wrist, on a survival bracelet. "Let's just pretend you didn't see that, eh?"

As the guy was searching for the compass that he had on his wrist, George started asking himself how he actually dared to ask him to join. He wasn't that comfortable with anyone. Did it help that the guy was a male? Anyway, as the guy noticed the compass on his wirst, George couldn't help and grin.

"Pretend I didn't see what?"

The guy would probably leave him behind in the first 2 seconds, so he prepared himself.

"Come on, Private. Running is in my blood, was running from monsters for an undisclosed ampunt of time to come here." he said.

Evander shot George a look for the private comment, but didn't say anything. It was a joke, right? Because, you know, he wasn't a private, they didn't have ranks here, and he had been a cadet master sergeant at Puller. The Ares kid shook his head, then started jogging. It wasn't worth over thinking everything, was it? He was suppose to be making friends with this guy. The strange Athena kid.

"So, where are you from? I mean, aside from a foster home."

George was following one step behind. The guy didn't like the Private joke, which was bad. He decided to not make any more bad jokes if he were to make friends. With him or anyone.

"Detroit." he replied in a tone of voice that hinted he didn't want to say much about it. "You?"

The guy was right. George actually found running with him -even this little time- relaxing. That was probably gonna become a habit of his too.