IC:Chris Swung on his Crutch over the Cabins, He Quickly Found the Hephaestus cabin Scince it Was the One With the Monsterous Looking Chimneys That Santa Whould Have had no problem at all Slideing Down. He Nervously Swung Himself On His Crutch Inside the doorway, Its Wasent Extreamly Full... well not as Much as the Hermies cabin anyways. It Did take him Awile but He Picked out a Bed back in the Corner that looked as if Someone had Dumped a Bucket Full Of Dark Chocolate All over. " Boy This Will be a Long Summer..." he Leand His crutch Against a Post, and Sat Down on his Bed, sending a Small Puff of Charcoal Ash up into the Air. Despite the Small of Sulfer, Which made Him Sneeze Alot, and the Dirty beds, This Felt As If it were His Natural Surroundings... his Shelter.... his Home.... . His Mind Shifted back to that Faithful Day he Had Discovered his Powers... And how he had burnt His Familys Home Down.
He Slung the Small Black backpack Full of Clothes onto the ground next to him. Its All he had left to Remember of His parents, a bag Full of clothes and a Single Picture. Chris Felt his Eyes Watering, Wether from Sulfer or His Feelings he Wasent Sure. He Quickly Wiped his Eyes and Slammed a Fist Down on his Bed, Sending Much of the Charcoal dust Flying All over. It Cleared very fast after three more Fists. He Rubbed the rough Cloth Covering his leg and laid Down, his Vibrant tan Skin shineing in the light of the fires. At the Constant Rythem of the Clanging that nSound Like a Hammer being Bashed into a Fence, He Quickly passed out, he Turned over.