master of the disco

So Joel had tracked her down and invited her to go along with him to one of the trails near camp where he would attempt to disco mountain bike. Mia found it nice that he remembered her. After all, both of them had so many friends and so little attention span. They walked to the trail, as it was only an hour away from camp, and it gave them time to continue their conversations they had when they met on the beach. Mia felt bad that she had to leave early, but with Joel's creative mind, she figured he'd discover something to do. The movie she saw was bad, and she would have much rather spent the many hours it took walking to the theater, seeing the movie and walking back talking to Joel. No, she did not have any "feelings" for him or whatever those hopelessly in love demigods called it. Relationships were not her thing, as she had told every guy who tried to ask her out. Mia didn't tell them while they were trying to hit on her because firstly, she couldn't tell that they were hitting on her, and secondly, she enjoyed conversation and would never turn a person down if they tried to talk to her.

Mia and Joel had been walking for forty-five minutes, and Joel told her minutes ago that they were almost there. But all she saw was forest ahead of her. Though, she'd never went through the woods this way. Joel must have known where he was going, and she didn't have any authority to tell him otherwise, but just in case. . .

"Are you sure this is the right way?" Mia questioned him. I mean, she didn't have any other important plans, but being lost in the woods wasn't her ideal activity of the day.

ooc: sry 4 the sucky starter post

Joel said he had tracked down some of her half-siblings to find her. She figured he had to do a lot of talking to do so, because there were barely any Circe kids at camp. The amount of people he must've had to talk to could've totaled more people than she could talk to in a month. The daughter of Circe, although she knew a lot of people, people hardly could tell you where she was. She could be anywhere. Mia was adaptable. She'd be fine in any environment or place, as long as it wasn't some creepy area. She could even control herself in those haunted houses that were set up during Halloween. Being a child of Circe, nothing should scare you. But a lot of things did scare her.

Mia pushed through the the thicket and squinted as the sunlight hit her eyes. After forty-five minutes of walking through a dense forest that let in barely any light, it took a while for her to adjust. Once she did, she looked around to find Joel, who was looking at a fairly large hill to their left. The hill blocked the light of the sun, so she could look around without squinting. "It's nice here. Do you go here often?" Mia inquired. As the son of Bia explained his procedure to her, her eyes followed his fingers up to the hill he pointed out. "It's a little steep...but I'm sure you can do it! I'll be happy to provide beat-box noises," she giggled. "Uh huh. Let's do this," Mia replied in a cool, joking tone before leaning against a tree.

Mia waited patiently as the energetic son of Bia peddled his way up to the top of the hill. That must've been an exhausting ride. She couldn't clearly see Joel from the bottom of the hill, but she could see his heavily panting figure getting ready to ride off of the top of the hill. The steepness of the knoll was unbelievable. It was like skiing down a mountain that went straight down. Mia didn't feel unsure about him doing this; he could handle himself, and she knew that. So she let him ride off the hill without speaking up. Halfway down the hill, she stood in shock as he flew off the bike. Her first thought wasn't to run to help. Instead, it was her trying to figure out what had happened. The moment replayed in her mind again and again. Though he was riding down the hill at an abnormal speed, she thought it was manageable. At least for him. He must have hit something.

Only then did she run out into the field he was lying in after practically rolling down the hill to help. She knelt down next to him and looked at his scratched self. "J-Joel?" she managed to squeak out. Mia wasn't used to seeing many injuries. She could never hurt anyone, nor would she ever do anything that could cause an injury.

Mia winced at his bent leg comment, but cracks of a smile formed on the edge of her mouth. Even when he was probably losing tons of blood, Joel found a way to stay positive. Her optimistic personality couldn't even reach that far. But she felt it wasn't the time for jokes, especially when his leg was bent and he was lying in a dirty field. Gods, how many infections could this cause? The thought of dirt and other gross things infesting his wounds made her want to run to the nearest bush and vomit. "I don't think anything should be bent that way," Mia corrected while staring at the injuries he sustained, her face as white as ghost. She was surprised she kept her cool this long in the presence of so many injuries. He was probably suffering so much pain, it made her cringe just thinking about it, as if those were her injuries. Oh dear. If those were her injuries, she'd be sobbing her eyes out. The demigod pushed the thought far away.

Joel reassured her, saying that he was going to be alright. She almost wanted to believe him, but once she took a second look at his injuries, she worried more and more about him. But somewhere deep in the back of her head, she knew he'd be okay. "O-okay," Mia stuttered. She obeyed, helping her fellow demigod up. Mia helped him face toward the forest path they took to get to where they were, and she took one step towards it, hoping he could follow suit.

Mia followed Joel as he hopped towards his bike, which was relatively unscathed, minus the handles and some spots on the bike being scratched or covered in dirt. She helped him pick the bike up and waited for him to get settled. Once he did, he stated that traveling on bike would be much easier for him that limping all the way back to camp, and Mia nodded in agreement. She was still too shocked to speak, and she probably could only manage two sentences at best for the next day. The Circe child began walking towards the forest path, with Joel right next to her, pushing himself along with one foot on the bike.

From the corner of her eye, she could see his pained expression. She felt bad, as if she encouraged him to do something that could've gotten him injured. "I-it's okay...I'll be okay..." Mia mumbled indistinctly, fiddling with her fingers out of anxiety. She hadn't felt this anxious in...ever. "Y-yeah...get better, okay?" Mia requested.