Gabriel slows to a walk, resisting the urge to jump or flip, something to keep moving. He's done several laps, but he's so jittery he just wants to keep going. He's got this inexplicable energy. But that's not quite the right word, is it? It's adrenaline. A part of him wonders what the fuck it's for. He runs a hand through his hair, messing it, and makes his way to the bath house. Maybe he'll feel better after he gets the sweat off of him.

Reagan follows the guy with the manbun for a minute or two before he decides to make his presence known. "So are you new, or what?" he asks, slipping down far less gracefully than he'd have liked from his perch on a nearby tree.
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Darya hums contemplatively, takes one last look at the strange blade, and turns back to Artemis. "I apologize for my distraction. Shall we?" She bobs her head towards a low, solidly built cabin on the edge of the lake and begins walking.

Tony wedged himself between two Egyptian artifacts and started to draw with his wand

Damien yawned as he sunk into the warm waters of the bathhouse. After a day of talking to killer girls and his mother the Roman baths would fix himself right up. "damn I forgot my body wash " he said before sighing and just relaxed and put his head back.

He sighs, and wanders though the camp, feeling out of place, the shadows slowly reaching out to him.

Artemis smiles an nods. "Its ok....I get it...You happen to be into weaponry." she said to her. "Well...i think if you want i have a scetch book for that." she said as she followed her. She smiles as she walks in and Looks around. She smiles as she picks her bed and then stuffs her stuff under it. "Thank you for showing me this place...." she said with a smile. "Ok...i have to ask...is your hair natural....or do you die it?" she asks with a smile.

He starts slightly, hand twitching again, and frowns. He heads over to the tree, looking him up and down, and the crease in his brow lightens. "What? Yeah. Just got here. I don't- do you know where do I go to get checked in?"

Gabriel slips into the bath, an absentminded scowl on his face. He doesn't seem to register Damien, setting right away to washing his own hair.
He glances up, then right back down. His voice is rough and heavily accented, something decidedly European. "Fuck. Sorry. Didn't realize there was someone in here already."

Darya doesn't spare Artemis a glance as she corrects her. "No. I just think his scythe was interesting. We don't have many who can summon weapons from shadow, let alone such rare weapons." Sliding a sheathed sword over her head and arm and across her back, Darya turns back. "No problem. Want a tour?" she offers, opening the door and pausing to turn back to her.
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"Oh! We don't- Do we have check-in? Wait-" Reagan looks slightly alarmed. They turn towards the Big House, then turn back. "Right! This way, uh, dude?" They look Llewellyn up and down once, setting him to memory. "I'm Reagan, by the way."

Artemis sighs and nods. She was still not good in conversations. "Sorry i did not mean to over step....I just really like your hair color." she said bowing. She smiles. "Not right now....i want to settle in first." she said with a smile as she sat down on the bed and then pulled out her sketch book. She smiled as she thanked her for the offer and then got to her art.

He grips his scythe nervously, spinning it slowly in his hand, and he looks down at his feet. "Um....large groups make me….nervous...."

A few moments later everyone was at the campfire. Chiron had been smiling and making sure the two campers from Camp Jupiter a silver headed kid and a pink haired kid were comfortable and liking Camp so far. Most of the new campers by now had been claimed , turns out the one known as Devon is a child of Hades as the camp figured out when he had a nervous breakdown. So far the campfire was reacting well to the campers moods now, it was large as a bonfire and bright purple.

Tony's eyes closed a bright orange as he finished his spell. For two hours he had been trying to tame the Griffin known as freak. Which in itself wasn't easy , he had to dodge those razor sharp hummingbird like wings and the screetches of FREAAAK! After getting permission and help from Carter Tony nodded farewell to the Brooklyn house as he went to find this "camp " from his visions.

Back at Camp Half Blood the Camp was in a middle of a sing along when suddenly they heard a large screech come from the air. " A-Ahh! Fuck why are you so goddamn hard to control! " Tony yelled as he barely controlled the Griffin to land near the camp fire. After climbing out of the boat attached to the griffin and pushing up his glasses Tony talked to freak in ancient Egyptian sending him back to the Brooklyn house. Tony once again pushed up his glasses and did a awkward smile to the campers " umm hello everyone" he said a thick Irish accent lilting his words and getting worse and worse as he got more embarrassed trying to explain why he was there.

Devon hides in the back, lurking in the shadows. He shudders, and his body flickers for a moment, and he goes looking for Nico. Maybe my....half brother will know what's going on with me.... He shivers, not from cold, but from nerves. He draws his scythe when the screech from the griffin startles him, the blade glowing brightly.

Arty sighed as she was now in a bikini with some shorts on. She had a shear fishnet top on and her hair was pulled up into a messy bun....She had been surfing For hours witch is why she had her surfboard on her....She sighed as she landed it against a tree near where she was standing.....She had since gotten a weapon well a few....A massive scythe that was now hidden, it was the beautiful Chain Bracelet she had on....There where a few charms hanging from it, One was a trident....The symble of her father, There was a Crystal heart, And two Empty bottles, They all contacted to her Sythe in one way or another, She smiled as she span it around her wrist. She also had a body chain on that was her archery set. There was nothing to special about it, It was silver in color. She watched as a Griffin Landed with a kid on. She blinked and waited for something to happen. She walked up and stood next to the kid with the shadow scythe. She waited for an expiation from the new kid.

He looks over as a lady with a surfboard wanders over, still in her swimsuit. He takes a step away, and his scythe flares, flickering softly with black flames, though he doesn't notice the fire.

J.R. had been led in by a very strange goat man. She brushes her hair behind her ear, still uncomfortable with its short length. Blood from her, street squabble, lets call it, still stains her hair and half of her face. Her mind still reels from the fact that not only is myth real, but she just so happens to be the daughter of a god. She sighs and winces slightly at the screech of a... is that a griffin?! She finds her way to a giant purple flame surrounded by all sorts of people. And other species. She listens to a very nervous boy, around her age, talking with a fairly strong Irish accent.

Devon backs away, holding his scythe out protectively as he slides away from the group, his eyes looking around in fear, watching the kid on the griffin.

J.R. raises an eyebrow as she watches an emo-looking kid edge away from the group, suspicious. “You alright there, mate?” She asks with a faint British accent.

He jumps when he's suddenly addressed. "N-no, not really."

Arty sighs as her temple throbs. "OI! SPIT IT OUT!" she yelled as she got a bit hot under the collar. She marches up to him and then glares at him. She crosses her arms across her large chest and waits. She had never been a vary patient person. She sighed. "Look...Take a deep breath...ok...." she said trying to help him.

He jumps when Artimes begins yelling, and his scythe and eyes begin burning.

JR sighs in irritation. “Aye! Hot tempered surfer chick! Calm yourself, would ya? Your not helping anyone by getting all hot and bothered.” She glances at Devon and huffs. “What the hell did I get into?” she mutters.