Using the Mess hall, not making Messes (private)

Angel lightly tapped her fingers on the beautiful pieces of wood that was crafted into the table of the Mess Hall. Her hand sliding along the very last one where she slowly sat down and rested her head on the table. Her shorts up to her mid thigh and her violin hanging from her belt that was just under her bright orange camp shirt that was a horrible colour. Angel wore her favorite pair of Converse today her grey ones with a bunch of sketches on them, they were old and warn out from all the years of use. Her hair pulled over her shoulder, straighten. Angel reached her arms across the table and grasped the other end, it seemed she had been coming here more often. Although that didn't matter since it meant she met new people.

Allison walked into the Mess Hall with her nose stuck in a book. She had memorized the layout of the Mess Hall and knew exactly where she was going. She was in her Camp Half-Blood orange tee-shirt with dark jeans and black flats. Her usual golden feather behind her left ear. The Mess Hall didn't sound busy so she sat down at the Cabin 10 table, still reading. She felt comfortable here.

((Sorry I'm really busy.))
Angel looked up slightly to the people who had just entered she smiled slightly. Angel stood and moved over to the Cabin 10 table and sat down across from the girl who was reading the book. "What's that about?" Her curiosity getting the best of her as she studied the cover.

Allison lifted her head, surprised that someone was talking to her and it wasn't about makeup or fashion. "Oh uh it's about this Albino little girl who was abused and while she was in a coma, she went to another world inside her head." She changed the angle of the book so the girl could see the cover better. Allison smiled a little, excited that someone was interested.

Angel glanced up at the girl who seemed to be limping slightly over. She raised an eyebrow, "Are you okay?" she asked. Angel's fingers tapped rapidly moving along the table she glanced back at the other girl's book and smiled sheepishly. "That sounds very interesting. I'm Angel Rei, Daughter of Epione, goddess of healing. Nice to meet you, who are you two?"

"My name is Allison Ferren. Daughter of Aphrodite. Nice to meet you as well." I looked up to the other girl heading over to the table and put my book down. "Yes, are you alright? Can I help?" She chuckled a little. "Although I'm pretty sure Angel would do a better job of healing than I." She smiled and looked at the two girls. I messed with the feather behind my ear and gulped silently.

Angel stretched out her arms and smiled she moved her hands to fondly with her violin and readjusted it on her belt. She nodded in the direction of Bobby, "What's your name?" Angel asked tentative her fingers plucking some of the strings on her violin. She looked into Bobby's eyes before standing and putting her hair into a high ponytail. She pulled back onto her seat and adjusted her shirt. Angel smiled cheekily and looked back to Bobby.

Allison blushed when asked about the feather. "I-I uh got it from my dad." She smiled and messed with it behind her ear. She looked at Angel, who had her back turned to her, watching Bobby. She was still worried about Bobby but decided not to say anything about it, just so it wouldn't annoy the other two girls. The limping girl looked tired, must have been training. Allison laughed in her head. She didn't train much, unless it was necessary.

Angel stretched her delicate arms and re strapped her violin before getting up from her seat. She bowed slightly and murmured an excuse to leave before turning and walking out the door.