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by anthonyramos77 8/8/2017, 8:22 amOscar was sitting at the wooden Hephaestus table, tracing his roughened fingers over the lines carved into the mahogany. It was 7 am, and he was clothed in denim jeans, a striped shirt and chipped nail polish. He didn't think nail polish was for girls only. This fine morning, Oscar had tied his dark curls in a bun, strands framing his rather handsome face.
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Breakfast. ( OPEN.)
anthonyramos77
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Age : 25
Registration date : 2017-08-08
FinnsRainbow- Junior Member
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Age : 27
Registration date : 2017-07-04
David was coming along the cliffs of Long Island Sound, holding a streamlined contraption in his hands, a bit like a plane, a bit like a hummingbird. He was dressed in hiking pants and an orange camp shirt, his eyebrows as flawless as usual. Normally at 7 am the Mess Hall was deserted since breakfast was usually served at 8, but today he spotted a lone figure sitting at the Hephaestus table. The person had a masculine silhouette, their brown hair curled back into a bun. "Hey," David said in a friendly voice, approaching him. "What are you doing here so early? Everything alright?"
Freya4647
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Age : 23
Registration date : 2017-08-14
Freya slumped at the table with her siblings, with her hair up in a messy ponytail. She had woken up late and was now suffering the consequences, much to her siblings amusement. She had her bow on her back and she sat groggily trying not to fall asleep in her breakfast.
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