Astrids easy going attitude dropped like a rock with Thanes remark, as well her mouth. "Shoddy-, Shoddy fucking paperweights!" A small flame flickered through her hair in her anger, "You didn't just call my blades shoddy god damn fucking paperweights!" Reaching down to pick up a blade she pointed it towards Thane, "The blades a nearly perfect, celestial bronze, and sharp as a god damn razor. I would know I've cut myself on them plenty of times."

Trying to think of a way to prove her point, Astrid reached back an arm and with perfect aim threw the blade towards Thain's cabin. It quivered as it stuck out of the door. The throw had not been quiet perfect on her part, but she had mostly practiced throwing a spear instead of a sword. "You tell me if that's a fucking paperweight."

Thane dully watched the fiery redhead who seemed to be taking his comments exceedingly poor. Some people were took very poorly to constructive criticism and, as always, Astrid was one of those people. When she first growled at him, enraged by his first statement. 'But I did, didn't I?' Thane thought, somewhat confused by her belligerent questions, perhaps he would have to speak up in the future, it appeared that the poor girl's ears didn't work. The girl then went on to start barking off factoids about her blade, including that she had cut herself several times on her blade, cause Thane to blow out a puff of air through his nose in amusement.

"Poor thing can't even handle her own blades," Thane said softly, watching as the girl took a sword, leaned back and went about lobbing the damned thing at their cabin, the sword sloppily listing past Thane as it plummeted into the door. Thane's head dropped back as a soft groan poured out from his lips, his desire to deal with shit having already run dry after dealing with the son of Ares. Thane held up a single finger to Astrid, his pointer, to indicate that he wanted her to wait a moment, as he turned and walked toward his cabin. He took the blade by the grip and yanked it out of the door, spinning it in his hand, his fingers nimbly dancing along the hilt and the pommel as the blade spun in his hand. He took a quick glance back at the crowd, opening the door as he did so, and slipped inside, letting the blade slide from his hand and plummet blade down into the floorboards before the door. He'd have to patch up the damage to his cabin later tonight once the crowd outside died down.

He slowly drifted through the cabin, finding his door which he opened with a sharp turn of the knob. The door glided open, revealing his room. The arrangements were immaculate, his bed properly dressed, his bookshelves filled and dusted, the pile of books that was nearly as high as the bookshelf standing next to the shelf organized by size. He homed in on his desk which was home to his pen, a small device of silver and gold, and his latest journal. He had just under a dozen journal sitting on atop his bed, each filled with every intimate thought that crossed his mind during the day. If he didn't have business to attend to, he would've taken this chance to fill up a page or two for today's events alone. His fingers danced along pages, stopping on an unblemished page which he ripped from his journal, making a note to trim up the blemish it left near the spine later as well.

When Thane reappeared to the small crowd that had to be gathered outside of his home, he waved the paper in the air briefly, ripping the blade up from the floorboards and dropped down into a crouch, placing the paper onto the ground. Carefully, Thane placed the sword down atop it, placing the hilt just beyond the edge of the paper and stood, stepping back and looking down. As if on cue, a gust of wind surged past, blowing the paper free. Thane's lips pressed together and his puffed his cheeks slightly with air and raised his eyebrows, giving a shrug. He picked up the blade, looking it over slightly before stepping away from his cabin, toward the girl. "My apologies. It seems that I was overconfident in the uses of your swords. Perhaps they'll make fine scrap for future projects." Thane said softly to the girl's face, dropping the blade flatly on the ground besides them. He turned his back toward her, giving a wave over his shoulder to the agitated girl.

Faris heard the cabin door open but was ignoring the noise and presence of whom she could only assume was her ‘brother’ Venny. She was too busy practicing although she had stopped singing the moment the door opened to avoid embarrassment. She only glanced over to him when he asked if Ares had given them to her. She shrugged, stabbing the spear into the floor for a moment and just carrying the shield as she went and sat on the corner of his bed next to him, avoiding sitting on his things. “Yeah I guess he did. See anyone else here who would want to give me a present?” she asked sarcastically. She could only hope other people here appreciated sarcasm rather than get offended by it. She ignored his comment about his sword, finding men who liked to talk about how special their swords were tended to not handle them the greatest.

”Look, it’s going to be boring as hell here unless we can spice things up now and again. At least a party or two that gets out of control. I’m not much on pranks but if there is ever anybody you want to challenge as a team I’m up for that too. I definitely think there should be a party tonight at least,” she smiled, trying to set the tone of their relationship as plotters and co-conspirators. She didn’t want some sentimental brother sister crap where they share secrets and dreams. She wanted to inject a little war into the atmosphere of the camp to liven things up.

”Although if you start dating that little creampuff she might not be impressed by fighting and what I’m guessing are typical Ares kid antics,” Faris shrugged, not wanting to lose her fighting buddy before their time at camp even began. She was curious to whether or not Venny would avoid conflict simply to get a girl or if he would still act out like Faris planned to.

Astrid stood there watching the paper fly away in the wind. She couldn't help the thought that crossed through her head, "That's littering..." Stupid ADD. Slowly the sparks in her hair faded as her mood returned to normal. Well maybe a slightly pissed off normal. Picking up the sword that Thane had dropped on the ground she tossed it on the pile for the newbies.

Thinking about how she could get back at Thane, Astrid walked up next to him throwing her arm around his shoulder. "Eh don't worry about those swords, you were probably right about them being trash. I'll get to reforging them all soon. S'not like I haven't been doing that since I was first born but.. eh whatever. Anyways cutesy why don't you go ahead and show me what you all have been doing with the place." She called him cutesy, even though it hurt to do so, because she thought as a child of Hades he would hate any sort of affection. "You do know that I used to live here right? Yep, probably right in your bed too. Did you ever find my name carved in the headboard?"

Faris looked at Venny expectantly when he responded to her about little Syleste. His response made her smirk. ”Good!” she said. She couldn’t respect someone who let others push them around. That’s why she kinda liked their tour guide today. ”Nah I think Goth chick would probably get down at a party. She seems like she just hates bs. But since we’re doing this together I won’t intentionally let her know,” Faris shrugged, following as Venny yanked her out the cabin door. She almost tripped in her beaded white sandals, not the type of shoe for running. She hesitated once they were outside and furrowed her brow, looking around at the other cabins. ”Who is the god or goddess of booze? We need some supplies,” she said, hoping Venny knew more about Greek mythology than she did. ”Ah well, we could just knock on the other cabin doors, invite everyone inside and raid their fridge at the same time,” she said with a quick devious laugh, walking up to one of the other cabins and peering in the window.

Kyle found himself staring into a pair of absently unfocused eyes that reminded him of his mother when she was in the muse, though the color was wrong. He grinned at her. "Aye, I'm the son o' Morpheus," he confirmed. "An' I'm very pleased to be meetin' you. So, you're my sister? Half, sister, anyway, which is close enough for me."

He spread his arms, offering a hug.

She can't see you, you ass.

What do you mean? Just because Syleste didn't react right away, it was an awkward moment and he turned the movement into a stretch, making his back pop. The I'kok wasn't a concealable weapon, it rode in a leather cylindrical tube, the sort of thing that an artist might carry a canvas in. He wondered how she'd react to it, if she'd received a similar mark of favor.

Thane waited patiently for Astrid to stop speaking, the thin layer of smugness in her voice making him think that she was sure that she was making him uncomfortable by being so sloppily flirtatious. The touch of hers was incredibly unpleasant though and that alone had bothered him to some extent. Erin knew full well, as did many campers who were reasonably observant, that Thane had never instigated in touching anyone. His almost crippling fear of harming someone preventing him from so much as laying a hand on anyone. His fear only subsided when someone else has already instigated touching and with Astrid's arm around him, well, very well. It took two to tango and Thane loved to dance.

"Did you ever find my name carved into your headboard?" the daughter of Hephaestus asked, Thane's eyes drifting toward hers, his lips forming a small grin. Thane's being a pacifist was more a blessing than a curse, especially in situations like this. Before the Ares kids had aligned themselves with the Hades cabin, Thane had gotten into many fights with the kids and won a fair amount of them by tiring out his opponents. Thane was incredibly quick on his feet, perhaps a trait passed on from his father. His father had wings to soar through the skies quickly, he had killer calves. Thane's eyes darted down to Astrid's legs, quickly returning to her face as he wrapped an arm around her waist, sweeping her feet out from under her as his other hand rose to catch her. Thane moved in, pausing close to her face, his lips hovering just above hers. "How about you and I take a trip to my bed and find out." He nearly whispered, his eyes glowing like a predator about to pounce on its prey.

Thane blinked heavily, his eyes watering up as his head suddenly leaned back, a large yawn escaping his mouth. He unceremoniously dropped the girl, his eyes returning to their typical dull state, his expression muted and unexcited. Thane stood up tall once more, giving Astrid a short lived glance before turning back to the others, stepping away from the redhead. He wiped his hands off on his pants, before shoving them into his pockets. "How much longer must we do this, Erin?" Thane sighed, almost sounding bored.

Astrid was turning to reply to Jessica when Thain swept her off her feet. Her breathe caught as she felt a momentary second of weightlessness before he caught her. His face leaned in close. "How about you and I take a trip to my bed and find out." His black hair sweeping over his eyes and his lips so tantalizingly close. She was about to throw back a witty reply when Thain unceremoniously let out a yawn and dropped her. Astrid drew in a quick breath once again before smacking into the ground.

Rubbing her head she looked up at Thain with an evil eyes she said, "My my Thain, you sure do know for to treat a lady." The sparks in her hair were back, but this time they seemed to be more, glowing brighter. The sparks traveled along her hair, under her shirt and down her arms. Were the sparks met clothing, while moving along her skin, smoke started to rise and the fabric burned, holes opening. Her shirt was quickly burning itself away. Pushing herself up she brushed herself off. "You might want to be a little more careful next time, Thain. I'm a child of the god of fire, and accidents happen all the time." The obvious threat slid out so fast, Astrid hardly knew what to think about it.

Smelling something smoking Astrid glanced down and saw the sparks of fire flowing over her skin, igniting her poor clothes. The shirt was full of huge holes, exposing her bra to the entire crowd of people. Letting out a small squeak Astrid's arm shot up to cover her chest, while the other tried to pat out the burning clothes. "Shit shit shit." she swore as she began to back off towards her cabin.

If ever a dog did walk with swagger, it was Auguste De La Fontaine. Son of Aphrodite, King of Parties, Lover of All. Auguste walked with a smooth gait, his eyes continually scanning the crowds of campers, a perpetual smirk on his lips, always on the watch for the next little chicken to add to his coup. He was dressed to the nines, always was. A personally tailored suit that hugged him in all the right places, stylized after Prince William's morning suit with a minor adjustment to the buttons that made it oh so much easier to slip in and out of at a moments notice. The fates were kind to Auguste, giving him hair that rarely failed to fall just right, nails that never grew too long, teeth that refused to yellow, a body that took any abuse and remained in peak physique. Life was good. Always was for Auguste and as he surveyed the crowd that was slowly unraveling before the infamous dorm of Hades' daughter and her pet demigod, he could tell today would be no different.

Some new kid seemed to be putting the moves on Syleste and oh my my my my, that simply would not do. He watched from a far, absentmindedly running his fingertips along his beard as his eyes danced from camper to camper. They were all so cute and he was already marking his future targets. Syleste was a constant target of his. She was too pure to spoil just yet though. He'd savour every step with her. She was always a complete fascination of his and forever would be, and not just because of the pink hair. It's not like he had a thing for dyed hair. He totally did. Let's see, other targets, other targets, other targets. Well, Ares boy was cute. Perhaps he'd have to be educated on the finer things in life, Auguste thought, licking his lips from anticipation. "Een-ee, mean-ee, mine-ee..." He softly spoke, pointing at campers, looking for another target, stopping his finger on the flaming girl who was currently griping at Erin's pet, "Def-fin-et-lee minie-ee."

Auguste made his way over to his dear dear friend and apple of his eye, Syleste, almost gliding along that ground up behind her. He leaned in, his lips just shy of her earlobe as he brought a hand up, putting two fingers down on the edge of her shoulder. "Flirting with the new cuties, are we" He whispered into her ear, his two fingers walking up her shoulder with every word, stopping at the nape of her neck. "You know I don't like to share," He grinned, knowing that while she could not see it, she'd know it was there. His fingers ran through his hair, as he stepped away from her, "Next time you want to see through touch, I'll let you see every inch of me." He said over his shoulder as he walked toward the crowd of fresh-blood, his eyes on the red head he had seen countless times. Thane seemed to be stealing one of Auguste's cherished moves, suddenly sweeping a girl off her feet. Well, that was simply unacceptable.

Flame tore away at the girl's shirt after Thane dropped her and returned to his mopey self, Auguste's eyes now glued to the lovely pair of breasts that managed to remain hidden away by a bra. "Poo." Auguste briefly pouted, breaking into a jog to chase after the retreating girl, ripping off his jacket and coat as he did so. He was on her well before she could make it to her cabin, sliding the jacket over her shoulders and grabbing on to her, reenacting the move Thane did only moments ago. Though Thane and Auguste had very, very different views on the world. Thane liked dark colours, Auguste liked pastel. Thane had restraint, August... not a lick of it. Auguste wasted no time hesitating, planting a kiss on the lips of the red head, his eyes flashing open for a moment, brilliant green orbs peering into the oceanic eyes of Astrid. He pulled away, flashing his trademark grin, "I'd love to see that trick again when I see you tonight." His voice flowed like honey, his eyes expressing an endless confidence that seemed to pour out of every inch of him. He quickly swung her back up onto her feet, letting go the moment she was on her feet. He was already walking away from her by the time she would have regained her sense of balance, giving her a wave over his shoulder. If she tried to button up the jacket and vest, she would find that not only was it fully buttoned, but that her bra was unlatched.

Faris groaned when Venny told her the Mr. D guy who Erin had been babbling about not wanting to piss off was the god of wine. ”Well, just because he’s a drunk and the head of the camp doesn’t mean he has to be greedy right? I’m sure I could charm him out of something. I did it enough with my mom and her credit card, or guys and their cars before,” she shrugged, looking away from the cabin as Venny explained it was Athena’s. She nodded when he said Aphrodite’s kids were probably going to love a party, turning away from him to go find this, God of wine and not seeing Venny never even make it to Cabin 10.

Faris walked around and found a group of the newbies she’d been touring with earlier, grabbing one by their shirt collar so all of them paid attention. ”Hey, you guys want to come to a party tonight?” They tentatively nodded. ”Then invite everyone you think won’t shut it down, got it? And then free drinks on me for you. Tell them it's at the arena,” she smiled sweetly. The newbies kind of shrugged and went off to do Faris’ dirty work, while she quickly found the head of camp’s cabin. She hesitantly stepped up to the door, running her fingers through her long thick hair, adjusting her shorts and top before taking a deep breath and putting on innocent eyes and a cute smile. No one would guess her father was Ares with that expression. She knocked before taking a falsely meek step inside. “Mr. D?” she asked.

Astrid let out a little shout as she was picked up again. She started swearing again, thinking that it was Thain, when a pair of lips planted themselves on hers. Instantly she felt a rush of warmth flow through her and her eyes closed. Her mysterious attacker set her down on her feet only saying, "I'd love to see that trick again when I see you tonight," before walking off. Her Heart pounding in her chest she turned around so see who her attacker was and saw Eli. The sneaky bastard. Cute sneaky bastard.

Glancing down at herself, Astrid realized that he had slipped his coat over her. A act of kindness was something that she hadn't expected out of Eli, especially because she was half naked when he put it on her. Maybe she had just judged him wrong. Stepping forward, Astrid made to move towards her cabin when she felt something slip. Looking down she saw her bra laying on the ground. Fucking Eli.

Hurriedly picking it up and storing it inside the coat, Astrid ran off towards her cabin. She had her hands clutched over the coat to make sure there was no way it would open. Only when she was inside the cabin, did she relax. No one would bother her here. Changing out of Eli's coat and into one of her t-shirts she couldn't help but stare at the coat wondering what it smelt like. Looking around to make sure none of her brothers or sisters saw Astrid stuffed her face into the cloth drinking in his smell. It was so... tantalizing. Stepping back shocked at her own moves Astrid moved quickly away from her bed and into the basement.

Anytime that she needed to think about something she always went to code. She was a very adapt coder slash hacker. She could be in the camps main frame within minutes if she wanted. Besides that once she got started coding, all the intrusive thoughts of Eli would melt away. This was the only time that she could properly focus. Sliding into her chair Astrid began to type away with a vengeance. She had something in mind for earlier today. Something for the cabin of Hades.

Kindle had never fit in when he had lived in the normal world, he had always felt different from the others. When he had first learned of Camp Half-Blood over a month ago, the concept had been a bit hard to swallow. Nevertheless, a fleeting hope ran through Kindle, making him believe that maybe he would finally fit in, find his place in the world. When he was brought to Camp Half-Blood, Kindle decided that he was wrong.

Everyone here was special in a way, powerful. He didn't have any special abilities, his brain wasn't hardwired for combat, he wasn't a hero. The thought made Kindle feel small. At least in the normal world Kindle knew what was in front of him, no matter how miserable it had been. Here everything seemed uncertain, and it scared him. Sighing, Kindle pulled himself out of bed for another day.

The entire cabin felt cold and empty. His room was comfy and spacious, though it felt off, as if it were bound to disappear. Kindle's body shook as the blanket left his body, the cold morning air bombarding him. Kindle had always hated the cold, his body was extra sensitive to it and even a slight chill would give him shivers. Out of bed, Kindle stepped forward to his dresser. He had never owned much clothes, though what he had was comfortable enough.

After dressing, Kindle studied his appearance in the mirror. He reached his hand down and smoothed down a wrinkle on his favorite knit coat. He was ready to go, but was nervous to leave the privacy of his room. Finally sucking in his gut, he'd exit the cabin, stepping into the morning light.

He had slept in late again, Kindle realized. Sleep hadn't come easy to Kindle for the last month, most of the time spent curled up in a ball, his mind running with uncertainties. Everyone was already out and about, and Kindle longed to join the other campers, cheerily conversing and having fun. A bubble of anxiety rose up in his throat at the thought, and Kindle reached one hand up to grip the upper arm of his other, nervous about the day to come. He would never break past his fears if he just stood around and moped, but why did the prospect of other people scare him so much?

I want to see the room.

Kyle blinked as his half sister left the building, then shrugged and headed down the hall. Maybe she was just shy. That was probably it, shy or nervous. Ok, that was fine. He could wait.

Sticking his head in a few doors, he found a room that didn't smell funny and seemed to have reasonably clean furnishings. He set his bag down, stretched his back till it popped like a gunshot, and taped a map of the camp to the inside of his door. I suppose I can wear you openly. I'll need some sort of sword belt.

Now unburdened, he headed back outside in search of sunglasses and a leatherworker. Hey, you think those stories about nymphs are true? Think any are here?

If there are, would you like my advice?

Only up to a certain point. After her shirt comes off, I want you to shut up and stay that way till I give you permission to speak again.

The I'kok fell silent again, and Kyle walked on.

That's a lot of kids in Aphrodite's cabin. You think any of them ever...

The I'kok vibrated very slightly in its scabbard, the nearest it ever came to laughter. Just stay away from the daughters of Ares and Athena when I'm not there to help you. They could hand you your ass without effort.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," Kyle drawled aloud, as he found a crafting bench. He rooted around in a drawer and found a pattern for a pair of attachment straps that would keep the sword at an angle for suitable drawing. The curved weapon wasn't much like any others around the camp, Kyle wondered if he'd be mocked for carrying a scimitar instead of a falcata or short sword like most other campers. Oh, well. If they mocked him too much, he'd show them. The sword was a ruthlessly pragmantic creature when it came to combat.

Astrid sat back in her chair with her headphone blasting music in her ears as she worked. She was coding and nothing was going to stop her while she was doing that. Unfortunately coding isn't like most people think where you just get a brilliant idea and in seconds you have some amazing code. It's a few lines of code, check, few lines of code, check, ect. And after repeating that process a few thousand times you get to actually test it. The test generally leads to more coding, as you figure out where you were stupid in your coding, but that's what happened. Thankfully after years and years at the keyboard Astrid had picked up a few tricks and she nearly done with the code.

Finishing up the last lines, Astrid glanced over it all before downloading it onto her phone. Fun on the go was just fun time two. Looking at the time on the clock of her phone, Astrid jumped up out of her chair. Forgetting that her headphones were still plugged into the computer she got halfway out of the chair before reaching the end of the cable. Her head jerking to the side, she sort of slid down the chair landing on the floor. "Fuck." She was supposed to be getting ready for the party. One of her sisters had told her about it excitedly. Well more precisely she had been talking at Astrid while she was coding so the words soaked in, but didn't register.

Hurrying over to her room Astrid threw on a beautiful rose-red dress. The dress was a beautiful clothing that didn't cover her shoulders. It flowed perfectly so as to hug her body and show off all her curves nicely. Fixing her hair, she slipped on her Nike running shoes under her dress. Just because she was looking nice doesn't mean she wanted to be uncomfortable. She forgo the makeup because she thought it was much too girly.

Running up the stairs as fast as she could without stepping on her dress Astrid burst out the door. Calling back over her shoulder she yelled, "Hey Nick i'm heading to the party, I'll see you there!" Trying to walk quickly without looking like she was hurrying Astrid felt the bubbly excited feeling most get before an exciting event. Tonight was going to be a great night. Maybe Eli would even be there. The thought stopped her in her tracks. Why the fuck did she care about Eli being there. Besides his perfectly messy hair and amazing looking body. She actually recoiled at that one. Shaking her head softly she continued to stride towards the arena. Something weird was happening at with her head.

A massive figure filled the doorway behind the redheaded daughter of Ares, the figure smelling faintly of grapes and fertilizer. A musky aroma of sweat and smoke surrounded the figure, it's muscular form threatening to tear through the strained white shirt that clung to his skin. "I know whatcha want, kid." Dionysus grumbled, squeezing past the girl, his form seeming to fill the room as he stepped in. He gave a quick look around, his eyebrows dropping slightly as his sweat lined brow furrowed. "Looks like ya haven't stole nothin, so you ain't in trouble, kiddo." he sniffed the air, sighing heavily as he chose to address the girl directly. "You one of Ares's girls, eh? Drop the innocent act. All my brother makes are bitches and brats, either way I ain't gonna buy your act." Dionysus stepped heavily toward his fridge, yanking it open with a heavy air, his massive hand darting in to grab a drink, retreating with a mug of coffee. He swished the murky water sadly, mentally cursing his father for the banning of wine. Dionysus was surrounded by the vineyards all day, spent most of his time making wine, spent his entire life perfecting the concoction, and now he was forced to drink the bitter piss that is coffee or the sweeter piss that is coke. Life was hell.

"I know what you want, kid. You ain't getting it from me. Just host your little party and don't start any fires, that Aphrodite boy will probably bring wine. Always does. Thinks he's slick when he steals it." Dionysus dropped down onto his lazyboy, the chair groaning at the massive muscular form's weight, "Get the fuck outta here kid." He all but growled, chugging down bitter piss.

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Auguste retired to his cabin shortly after his little afternoon escapades, his lips still tasting faintly of ash after getting a taste of the lovely red head from the Hephaestus dorm. His tongue slid along his lips, savouring the taste as he stood before the floor to ceiling mirror in his room, thoroughly examining every inch of his sleek, muscular body. Each and every hair was just right, his nails were cut and clean, his teeth white but not too white. Once he was satisfied with every inch of his body, it was time to get dressed and get out of he buff. Auguste carefully went through his selection of self tailored suits, various jackets, more shoes than people in camp, and every accessory that Auguste could have dreamed of since he first began creating his wardrobe. If a camper were to ask him how he stored all of his possessions, Auguste would simply grin and whisper that it was a gift from the gods. In reality, he knocked down the wall of a neighboring room, sealed the door, and turned it into locked closet/pseudo-wine-cellar/storage-unit. It's not like the other brats Aphrodite popped out needed the extra space. It was just him and four other girls who were to busy jumping onto any boy that looked their way to appreciate their cabin. He settled on a pair of black jeans and a tan bombers jacket with a white t-shirt and tan workman's boots that had never seen a day of work in their life. It was a simple party and it'd be a simple outfit.

As night crept into the camp, snuffing day, Auguste left the cabin in the company of two blonde tarts who each clutched a couple of bottles of wine to their tight little bodies, their glossy lips, wipe hips, and lust filled eyes easily revealing their lineage. "The new Ares kids are throwing a party tonight, doves. Be sure to tell them I sent the wine." Auguste called over his shoulder, tossing a wave to the two girls who stared toward his back with a hint of confusion. "Where are you going?" One of the two called out, the question drawing a grin from the wolf masquerading as a man, "I'm picking up my date, doves. Now hurry, can't keep our new friends waiting." Auguste never shared with the two that he didn't know if there was a party being held with the Ares children. He had a sixth sense for those kinds of things though and in the end, if they weren't planning on having a party, Auguste would just force their hand once he arrived.

Auguste turned and dropped his back against a cabin wall, the cabin belonging to the pearl of this oyster that is camp half-blood, the Faberge egg that continued to elude him, the porcelain doll that he wanted to keep all to himself. His hand drew up to the window, his knuckles slowly rapping against the window that belonged to a certain pink haired girl. He gave a few seconds pause before he spoke, knowing that she was in there. "There's a party tonight, Syleste and it'd break my heart if I couldn't take you." Auguste said, figuring she'd be listening now. He remained against the wall, restraining himself from peeking in, not wanting to risk catching her in a moment of indecency. "Feel free to open the window," he added, his grin crawling onto his lips, "If you need help deciding what to wear, I can always slip in and help you get dressed."

Faris raised an eyebrow, not saying a word as the burly man slid past her and flopped into a very used looking recliner. She just stood with her hands on her hips, trying not to sigh or giggle, not sure which one was more appropriate for this man child. First she was a kiddo, then a bitch. That much was funny at least. ”Alright I’ll go, but I may drop in again just for another friendly chat now and again,” Faris smirked, being a smart ass before turning and walking out. She was glad she wouldn’t have to be in charge of getting the booze anyway. She had gotten a whole party planned with hardly doing a thing. That was awesome in itself. She might like it here after all.

Faris went back to her cabin and began sprucing up as best as her lazy ass could care enough to. She decorated her room, slipping bright red satin sheets onto the old bed, pulling out her own pillows and fluffing them up. She set out all her makeup on a rough looking dresser, filling it up with her clothes but leaving out her outfit for the party. A basic dark tank dress with some native looking jewelry and black ankle boots. Once her room was set up she got ready for the party, showering, changing, and moving her thick dark hair into a side fishtail braid that laid over the front of her shoulder. She left the last few items in her bag (a personal small stash of vodka not to be shared), and pushed the suitcases under her bed. ”There,” she breathed, smiling. Tonight was going to be fun. And probably end in several fights. But that only added to the fun in her opinion.

She grabbed the box that was playing music loudly in their cabin, turning it to more of a dance party station, and carrying it with her to where the party was being held. Hopefully Mr. D was right and the Aphrodite kid he mentioned was the sharing type. She would just assume he was or she might just go raid his cabin instead.