[color=00aeef][u][b]The Rebellious One[/b][/u][/color]

The summer smell hit him as soon as he left his cabin. His nose was filled with the scent of fresh breakfast from the pavilion, the distinct smell of the ocean off the coast, the scent of campers already sweating it out in the arena, and the almost humid summer air. He honestly loved it and it made his mornings rather peaceful. He typically immediately went to the Dining Pavilion after waking up, but something made him choose otherwise this morning. He had a call to the ocean. He hated his father, but he still loved the water. That part of him wasn't going to die just because of his daddy issues.

He made his way to the Long Island Sound and stared out at the water. He breathed in heavily and lifted his shirt above his Camp Necklace. This was his favorite accessory and he has never been seen without it on. He even goes into battle wearing it. After placing his shirt on the ground he removed his shoes and then his pants. He placed them in a pile on the sand and walked into the water only wearing his boxer shorts. His boxers had small pegasi all over them. It's a long story. He didn't need to remove his clothes to go into the water since he didn't have to get wet, but he felt no fun in that. It also took a lot away from the sensation. He continued to walk until he couldn't feel the sand beneath his feet. He hovered slightly leaving his head above water while looking around. After about thirty seconds of doing so he dove under the water and looked around. The beads on his necklace seemingly danced under the water as he swam.

He never worried about his father trying to kill him under water or sending a serpent to do so. He was known for that kind of thing after all. Despite it being his jurisdiction this was one of the places where he felt the safest.

He thought about heading to the arena after finally eating. He a lot of time there and it was still a wonder how he wasn't a child of Ares. He definitely had similarities with the kids. He tended to be angry a lot and he was an excellent fighter and considered one of the best at the camp. He wasn't the bragging type though and never underestimated an opponent. He might play around with them a bit, but he still recognized their abilities.

[color=0054a6][u][b]Death's Kid[/b][/u][/color]

Dorian walked through camp looking at others as they passed him by or ran in front of him. He felt sorry for them. A lot of them didn't know what was coming. He was sure that some of the ones that had stronger connections to their parents knew about the upcoming war. He was sure Chiron knew as well. He wondered what he'd try to do to prevent the war from entering the camp. The first thing that came to his mind since entering camp was breakfast. He forgot to eat the night before and he knew better than to try and eat anything in the Underworld.

He continued to walk making sure not to bump into anyone or get in their way. That wouldn't be too hard. When he finally reached the pavilion he sat at his table. He got what he usually got in the morning. Apple juice and pancakes with maple syrup. He had bacon on the side as well as some hash browns. He considered this to be a really good breakfast. He started eating while living in his own little world while others talked to their friends at the tables around him.