Lunchtime -- after a hard morning working in the infirmary, Nelly wasn't sure she was really up for... meat. Some kids had gotten some pretty nasty gashes today during training that even happened to disgust the daughter of Apollo, despite her five or six years' worth of experience. She'd seen some nasty stuff during the wars, but for some reason hearing those kids blubber got to her more today than the several battles she had participated in as a healer. Maybe it was just because she was tired, or 'cause she had spent all night awake because she'd sort of had a nightmare about said wars. Ugh.
Running a hand through her hair and sighing, Nelly stepped into the Mess Hall just a little before the lunch rush was going to begin; most of the tables were empty, with a few nymphs and kids milling about chatting idly because they'd skipped their scheduled activities or were on kitchen duty. Like most of the other kids there, Nelly was wearing the typical camp attire: the orange Camp Half Blood t-shirt and a pair of black cotton shorts, black Vans, her camp necklace. Not much of a fashionista, but still: she looked great and that was the first step to loving herself and damn right she was great. Taking a clean goblet from one of the tables, she sat down at the very end of the Apollo table all by her lonesome, leaning her head in her hand as she muttered to the goblet: "Baja Blast Mountain Dew, please." Immediately, it filled with the light green-blue soda, fizzy and probably warm since she hadn't specified she wanted ice, but Nelly didn't really care about the temperature. (She was one of those freaks who liked warm soda, believe it or not.)
Tapping the side of the goblet, she frowned intently down at the Apollo table's marble top. Maybe she should get something to eat. Or not. She didn't know. Did she want a turkey sandwich? Or... maybe a salad? A salad would be nice, yeah, but she was too lazy to get up. She sat there and weighed the consequences, now drumming her fingers on the tabletop as she thought to herself, soda for the moment abandoned as she sank further into her frankly very stupid thoughts. Salad... or no? How far is the salad bar anyway?
[ooc: starting posts are fun]
Running a hand through her hair and sighing, Nelly stepped into the Mess Hall just a little before the lunch rush was going to begin; most of the tables were empty, with a few nymphs and kids milling about chatting idly because they'd skipped their scheduled activities or were on kitchen duty. Like most of the other kids there, Nelly was wearing the typical camp attire: the orange Camp Half Blood t-shirt and a pair of black cotton shorts, black Vans, her camp necklace. Not much of a fashionista, but still: she looked great and that was the first step to loving herself and damn right she was great. Taking a clean goblet from one of the tables, she sat down at the very end of the Apollo table all by her lonesome, leaning her head in her hand as she muttered to the goblet: "Baja Blast Mountain Dew, please." Immediately, it filled with the light green-blue soda, fizzy and probably warm since she hadn't specified she wanted ice, but Nelly didn't really care about the temperature. (She was one of those freaks who liked warm soda, believe it or not.)
Tapping the side of the goblet, she frowned intently down at the Apollo table's marble top. Maybe she should get something to eat. Or not. She didn't know. Did she want a turkey sandwich? Or... maybe a salad? A salad would be nice, yeah, but she was too lazy to get up. She sat there and weighed the consequences, now drumming her fingers on the tabletop as she thought to herself, soda for the moment abandoned as she sank further into her frankly very stupid thoughts. Salad... or no? How far is the salad bar anyway?
[ooc: starting posts are fun]