Sitting at the Aphrodite table, Darcy twisted her dyed black hair around her fingers, silent. She sighed as she watched the taller, tanned and popular girls whisper and giggle. She sat alone at the end of the table, knowing full well the girls were gossiping about her. Darcy left her food untouched and she plugged in her headphones to her phone,and began listening to 'The End.' by MCR.
Nearby at the Athena table, 16 year old Ariana was sitting and reading as she ate breakfast. She was wearing her long brown hair in a messy bun over her Camp shirt and denim shorts. She flipped through the pages of her thick book quickly. When she took a bite of her food, she accidentally dropped her book on the floor, creating a loud noise.
Darcy looked over at the Athena table, taking off her headphones. Suddenly one of her cabinmates said 'Lose some weight, Darcy, you look like a fat walrus!' The girls went in fits of hysterical laughter. Darcy stormed over to the girl, raised her fist, and growled 'Don't you dare insult me again. Or my fist might be smashing your silly face in.' Then Darcy huffed, walking to the Athena table and plopping down, ignoring the stares from the campers.
Ariana, who had bent over to pick up her book, looked back up. "Oh, hi. I don't think we've met. I'm Ariana, daughter of Athena. And you are?" She smiled, placing a bookmark in her book as she talked.
Last edited by maya149 on 4/2/2016, 10:46 am; edited 2 times in total
Ariana glanced over at the other girls. "Pleasure to meet you, Darcy," she said, looking over at the Aphrodite girls, "What did they do this time?" Ariana's English accent seemed out of place at Camp Half-Blood, and she was speaking fairly quietly.
Darcy grumbled in her strong British accent 'They called me a fat walrus and told me to lose weight...' Her eyes looked sad, but her expression and posture was tough.
Upon hearing her accent, Ariana's eyes lit up for a second. She then went back to the conversation. "Don't listen to them. Most of them are bloody idiots. So, where are you from?"
She frowned at the use of the word dear, then responded. "Oh, really? I'm from Sheffield," she said, "Not too far from Manchester. So, did you arrive at camp recently?"
"Well, then, welcome to camp. Are you unclaimed?" Ariana was fidgeting with her hands under the table, not sure if she was doing a good job socializing. She tended to over examine everyone's actions and words, and she wasn't sure if Darcy liked her. Besides, she had been in the middle of a great book.
After a hard night of partying in NYC after a show the son of Himeros walked into the mess hall looking tired as hell and noticed Darcy there as well. Getting a cup of coffee he walked over to the table, sitting next to the daughter of Aphrodite and giving her a meaningless kiss on the cheek, something he picked up from greeting the French often. Good morning madame. And how are we today? He asked as he took a sip of coffee then pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter for when he was finished with the drink. Old habits die hard and smoking was definitely one of them.
Cyrus chuckled and handed her the box and lighter. I need to have a coffee first or there is no way in all of high hell I will be nice today. Giving a chuckle and drinking more of his coffee the teen enjoyed the cooler temperature.
Darcy stuck the cigar in her mouth. 'Hope I don't get in trouble. But im a daredevil. So,' She flicked the lighter and lit her cigar. 'I live for trouble.'
There aren't really rules here in regards to smoking. He explained as he finished his coffee and took the cigarettes to light one of his own. The flint sparked and within seconds he had a lit cigarette between his teeth. Puffing a few clouds of smoke out he chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. So what shall I do today with the prettiest flower in the garden. The son of Himeros chuckled and took a large puff of his cigarette.
'Oh Cyrus, im not the prettiest...Those brats over there at my table are.." She trailed off, glancing at the girls who had called her a fat walrus. She blew some smoke out and sighed.
Cyrus chuckled. Everyone hates their god parent in one way or another. I simply dislike mine because he and I have never had a chance to meet. He blew a smaller smoke ring and watched as it drifted over to Darcy's.