open rp, (now closed)

"Uh, probably the smoking zone?"

A young teen in an orange jacket had appeared behind him, her hair a mess of knots and leaves. She had a sly look about her, like she'd just pulled a prank and was waiting for him to notice. As it happened, she had been roaming the woods for about an hour, looking for good ways to trick the dryads, but to no avail. However she had found about eight places to build a tree house, five awesome trapping spots, and one cool-looking rock. That rock was now in her pocket, and she was toying with it wondering if she should keep it or put it into someone's shoe. But all those deep questions had vanished now she'd stumbled upon one of her fellow campers. And with a cigarette at that! Smoking was heavily prohibited at camp, especially when there were trees around. The nymphs hated it.

OOC: She's wearing sneakers, cargo shorts and a NASA shirt, all second hand. Her jacket is covered in sharpie doodles of planets, aliens and little space rockets. She has a pixie cut with carvings on the side and there's dirt on her face.

Lee clasped her hand over her heart and dramatically dropped to her knees like she'd just suffered some fatal blow. "Oww, that burn! How… could I … ever… recover??" She flailed like a chicken and made a big point of falling to the ground. "Seriously though write a diss track." Spitting out a few leaves, she rolled over and jumped back up. The guy seemed like the type of dude a lot of straight girls at her old school would fall for: he had that dark, mysterious sort of vibe, the cool clothes, the brooding look, everything. Lee always thought it would be infinitely better if "tall dark brooding guys" were actually brooding. She felt like she might have been slightly hetero if guys routinely carried eggs around and sat on them waiting for the little baby birds hatch, but still looked serious and dramatic while doing it.
So yes, these were the thoughts that went through her head as she grinned at the guy, imagining what he'd look like hunched over a basket of eggs like a mother hen. "I think the smoking zone is the place where there are no trees, no dead leaves, and generally zero chance of starting a forest fire, my guy. Unless you're one of those water powered kids...?"

Lee immediately erupted in a posh British accent: "Goodness me, you're absolutely right! I do apologize, I was simply looking out for the environment. How preposterous of me-"

She had to stop there, cause the smoke he was blowing in her direction started to make her cough. "Wow. Thanks for that. Did I tell you you're a particularly charming person?"

Lee crossed her arms with a chuckle. "I don't need to be charming with boys, and I'll interrupt their precious alone time whenever they can set fire to something. Do you know how many nymphs would die?"

She then stole a glance at the sky and cracked a sly grin. "See, if I went to bed now, I'd miss out on the very fun plans I've made for the evening. Can't let that happen."

Lee yawned, then giggled. Her shape blurred and suddenly she had gone from her spot to a tree stump about six yards away, overlooking the water. The move had lasted about a second. She was very lightly out of breath. "I was more thinking a midnight dip," she said with a smirk that didn't clarify whether she was joking or not. "No hetero, but you're free to join in."

Lee shrugged and grinned back. "Sorry mate, you don't exactly have the bits I'm looking for." She pulled her jacket and shirt over her head, and popped her feet out of the dirty old sneakers. She'd had those since she was like, 12.
But Liam wasn't quite wrong, she was watching him, just not for the reasons he thought. She fumbled with her cargos, happy that the light was finally fading as she followed Liam to the shore.

"You're quite right about that," Lee said and uttered a mischievous giggle as she popped her clothes back on and scooped up his, dashing off into the dark. As a child of Hermes, she was very quick and nimble and slalomed through the undergrowth like a young chamois. Would it be enough to leave a pissed off son of Phobetor behind though?