[IC] Camp Half Blood IV

[Shadow Dragon]

"Pretty much." He smiles. "Where else would I be?"

[Sharidi37495]

Ren chuckles. "Oh I don't know somewhere that makes you seem less shady?"

[Shadow Dragon]

"I'm a blacksmith. Where else would I be?"

[Sharidi37495]

Ren shrugs. "Hey, I'm not complaining. It's nice to know where someone is." She sighs a little.

[Shadow Dragon]

"You need to vent about something?" He looks at her, mildly confused.

[Sharidi37495]

Ren raises her eyebrows, then looks at the door and sighs, her confident, carfree facade fading. "How did you know?"

[Shadow Dragon]

"You're not insulting me. You came here looking for me." He shrugs. "Pretty easy to put together."

[Sharidi37495]

Ren shrugs. "I guess I feel like your the only one that wouldn't judge me."

[Shadow Dragon]

"I have no right to judge you. You are who you are, and I can't make you change." He smiles softly.

[Sharidi37495]

Ren frowns, blushing faintly and she looks away. "Could you stop looking at me like that? I'm already embarrassed."

[Shadow Dragon]

"Ok." He rests his hands on his hammer, leaning on it. "So what did you want to talk about?"

[Sharidi37495]

Ren sighs and fidgets with her hands. She hands him her cigarette pack, then she starts to talk. "I guess I'm just so damn tired of feeling useless. Everyone here has something they like to do, people they hang out with and be normal, be kids with... I've been on the streets so long, too long I guess, because in a somewhat normal situation as a group of teens hanging out, I have no fucking clue what to do. I'm just so used to second-guessing every action made, every word spoken, that I don't even trust myself anymore. I don't have something that defines me, like the rest of you. I paint but I'm stuck, in every sense of the word."

[Shadow Dragon]

He sets the cigs down, and smiles softly. "Your power is healing, right?" He turns up the flames so no one can hear what he's saying. "If you want to heal others, you must first heal yourself. It does no good to try tossing yourself into unfamiliar situations. You have to get used to it, get comfortable with it, over time." He sighs softly. "I know what you mean about feeling stuck. I'm trapped here, in my forge, because I have no idea what else to do. You paint to relieve stress. I forge armor, weapons for mine. Maybe.....maybe we both need to step out of our comfort zone...." He smiles gently.

[Sharidi37495]

Ren sighs, frowning faintly. "I told you to stop looking at me like that. I... I'm not used to it." She shakes her head and her carefree grin returns. "Out of our comfort zones, huh? What do you suggest, a club?" she jokes.

[Shadow Dragon]

He grins softly. "If that's what you want, then sure."

[Sharidi37495]

Ren raises her eyebrows slightly, then she grins. "You at a club, this will be interesting. I saw one close by, so dress nice. See you in a bit," she winks and leaves with a wave.

[Shadow Dragon]

He smiles softly, and turns off his forge, locking it up as he goes to get dressed.

[Sharidi37495]

Ren goes to get her bag, and she chuckles to herself as she retrieves a dress. "Never thought I'd wear this." She shrugs and after about fifteen minutes she stands in the main room. Her hair is down, her natural curls brushing her shoulders. She wears a black leather jacket over a sleeveless v-neck white bodywrap dress with black boots. "Lukas?" she calls out.

[Shadow Dragon]

He walks out of his room in a flame patterned red and black suit, tossing his comb onto his bed as he gives up on his near rats nest, and shuts the door. He smiles softly when he sees her, and whistles softly. "Nice."

[Sharidi37495]

Ren turns towards his voice and she grins. She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, thanks. I don't dress up, so don't get used to it. You don't look so bad yourself." She chuckles when she sees his hair. "Sticking with the caveman hairstyle I see."