"oh, hey! hi!"

You would think that after your coach revealed himself to be half goat, he would stay and explain a few things such as what "exactly a half-blood is" or why "he doesn't wear pants when he's in camp when he really should, because being a goat doesn't make you invisible". Instead, Coach Willow trotted down the other side of the hill and left Noah standing there with his book bag and a ton of curse words forming in his mind that never left his lips.

He had changed clothes since he was first technically kidnapped, now in a pair of jean shorts that hung slightly off his hips and a clean white t-shirt. His white-and-grey Jordan's had not changed and had him once again on the verge of screaming out a surge of expletives because they were creased. He jogged up the hill to catch up with Willow, but instead saw a girl with daggers. If she was crazy enough to wear all black in this heat, then Noah should have greatly reconsidered this place that Willow had called "safe". His first reaction normally would have been to get ready to fight. He didn't do that. He just stared at her with this vaguely confused expression on his face for a while before calling to Willow. "Coach? Coach! Come back, what the hell do I do with a crazy chick with knives?!"

"You tellin' me that there's more freaks running around this place?" Noah grew up in a rough place. He knew crazy when he saw it, and usually the people who tried to convince you that they weren't crazy were the craziest people there. He took a small step back, even though there was more than enough distance between them already, and shouldered his bag. She went on asking who he was and if he was "new" and whatnot. Should he answer? He didn't want this girl knowing who he was, then turn around and shank him when he wasn't looking. He didn't answer the first part, rather moving on to the second part in a way that could be seen as rude. "Yeah, I'm new. Who's asking, and why do you need to know?"

Noah was definitely paranoid of entering this camp if there were more ladies with knives (so what if she had put them away? She could have blades) and it was the norm to walk around with other weapons. It was Detroit all over again. You couldn't exactly blame the guy for being a little bit overwhelmed - one of his people turned into some kind of monster and three days later his coach was a barn animal, then Psycho over here was speaking about guard duty - and you couldn't exactly blame him for coming off as a little bit rude.

Guard duty and "Big House" made this place sound like a prison, and anything having to do with getting locked up was not in his agenda. But as she continued, he heard her mention stuff about a music room. He was sure that prisons normally didn't have music rooms. He eyed her carefully before finally saying who he was. "Noah. Now you gon' have to explain some stuff to me to get me to enter this loony bin."

"...Is y'all into that weird stuff here? My Pops ducked out on my mom before she had me." He wanted to go on a rant, but she didn't need to know all of that. Funny enough though, as she explained he had a feeling that her words were true. It would explain the monsters that had tried to kill him on his way here. He didn't know who Chiron was, but assumed that he was in charge. He'd talk to him to see if he was also on that stuff too, and if he was then Noah was going to head back...where exactly? His foster family probably wouldn't take him back after "leaving". Damn it. He had no choice.

"A'ight then. I'mma let you take me to talk to this Chiron guy, but don't try no funny sh!t." Noah made the "I'm watching you" motion and walked up the rest of the way, sure to keep more than enough distance between them. "Now where's this Big House at?"