butting heads [private]

Today felt like a cherry jello type of day.

The Mess Hall, devoid of most of the rabble during this time in the afternoon (a little after official lunchtime, but far away from dinner), was tranquil despite the obvious sounds of the harpies literally squawking at each other in the kitchens, where they might have been trying to clean up or, like, murder a poor camper for not picking up after their own butt before trying to leave. Stella was pretty sure it was the latter at this point. Working in a customer-service industry was a tragedy in the making.

Standing in the doorway as she surveyed the tables, the daughter of Ouranos was frowning to herself as she debated how much jello she should get and if it were worth the hassle of avoiding the harpies to steal some for herself later on. Disappearing was an option, but she didn't like how warm it would get thanks to the summer heat, and surely waiting for it to cool down in a fridge wasn't viable. She wasn't patient enough.

Heaving a sigh, Stella turned to the right of the doors and started walking towards one of the buffet-esque lines -- not really looking to see where she was going because F O O D.

[ooc: bad starting post yay]

Gina was not happy at having to come to the mess hall for food. Seriously, its like the crowds just dont end. She grumbled a little under her breath while shuffling forward in the line, desperately trying not to touch anyone. Running a hair through her long red hair, she thought- not for the first time- how she really needed to get around to cutting it. Her hair, unruly and choppy as always, had grown ridiculously long and lay swept behind her shoulder like a fine red curtain. She felt a slight tug on her hair and whipped around, only to find that the offending moron had dissapeared into the throng of campers. Gina may not have been around at camp for a while but people dint need to know her to be able to sense that they needed to avoid her apparently.

Her fingertips twitched and when she looked at them, Gina found that they were emitting small purple sparks that were becoming less small by the instant. Cursing under her breath, Gina fought to keep herself calm forcing herself to breathe evenly. Only when her breathing had returned to normal and her hand stopped sparking did Gina feel safe enough to open her eyes and take another tiny step forward in the line.

Its even worse than I thought. Trouble with her temper had always been part of Gina's personality but this new..loss of control was unnerving to say the least. It seemed to have been happening gradually..fingers sparking, cracks appearing in the ground as she strode, things flying off shelves.. but Gina had thought nothing of it. That is, until the incident in Portland. Gina shuddered slightly and shook her long mane of hair. No, it does no good to think of that. What's important is, it wont happen again, thats what she'd told Chiron anyway. Promised even.

Lost in thought, Gina was paying little attention to her surroundings. The loud obnoxious sounds of the mess hall seemed to have dulled to an annoying buzzing in the background and the tall yellow form that was heading straight toward her seemed almost unreal- ghostlike, that is, until it crashed right into her. Yanked rudely out of memory lane, Gina yelled out as she fell backward, the stranger falling on top of her and realised, too late, that her hand had burst into a merry blaze of purple fire.


ooc: I'm literally writing after months lol your post was great

Ooc: Kenny plz
#doublepostbutteredtoast

[ooc: grl i'm srry + don't double-post u kno how i fel abt tha

also bad post but is this magical fire or just funky natural fire with a weird color if it can't be put out by just water i'll edit]

Thank the gods nobody had seen this -- nobody who seemed to care, anyway.

But of course Stella's reflexes didn't let her react in time. Of course. She'd been so concerned about her jello that she hadn't reacted in time to the person's presence, hadn't bothered to concentrate even the slightest to sense the other person moving towards her as she'd turned, and now down they went like London Bridge to the ground with a loud thud as Stella felt her knee and elbow strike the floor hard and a too-warm sensation by her ribcage when she fell over the person, weirdly concentrated at her torso like suddenly her rib cage was being slow-cooked. Was this the heart burn Adele sang about in her hit song "Rolling in the Deep"?

And who was this person she'd so elegantly fallen on? The only thing she knew was that it looked to be a girl with long, choppy hair and a vaguely familiar face -- but thoughts of how they identified and what they looked like faded when the demititan faintly smelled burning cloth and, suddenly, a flame was licking at her side and burning her: an unnaturally purple fire was crackling below her, setting the cloth of her t-shirt smoldering and maybe a bit on fire. With a yelp Stella sprang up from the ground, wincing at the pain from moving too fast with her now-bruising knee, and taking a goblet from a rack dumped water on the burning cloth.

"Jesus on a flatbed truck!" she swore loudly, turning on her heel to face the mystery offender. "Trying to set me on fire? The ****. I just wanted jello, who cares if I maimed your cousin three times removed? Can't I live a little?"