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As Hunter shuffled his body around the crowded areas of the party, Alina not far behind him it seemed, he couldn’t stop himself from flashing a smirk back at her. Something about the way her round face filled in nicely with the head of hair that was nowhere even close to being what he was used to just...made him feel like he could be himself again.

Which wasn’t to say he couldn’t when he was with Niki. Wade wasn’t Hunter and Hunter wasn’t Wade. But at least in this environment, she didn’t seem to be getting all up in his grill for being named Hunter.

Oh, God. Did you really just think that?

Note to self: keep self from thinking about Niki if at all possible.

Hunter needed booze. And not the kind that came in cheap, glass bottles. No, what he needed was something more in the lane of bitter and burning aftertaste. He needed friends who were dons and captains, who had Jack in their name and a nasty temper.

Smiling, he surveyed the immediate area for a moment, which prompted him to stop in front of the shorter Alina. Maybe that would cause her to bump into him, but it would only be momentary as he expelled out an approving noise.

Whether it was his excitement for stronger alcohol or what, he latched onto Alina’s hand, pulling her in a guided tug, almost running to the free table, bulldozing past those unsuspecting partiers. In this act alone, Hunter would prove two things: his spot on the football team was well-earned and that he desperately wanted to forget anything about this night.

And maybe a third thing was he wanted to make a really stupid decision with this girl he barely met.

Stopping in front of the table, Hunter’s brown eyes widened at the possibilities and he turned to Alina. “So, what’s your poison? We got Julio, we got Morgan, we’ve got Daniels, and we’ve even got some of their bastard children, abandoned in red solo cups!” Hunter eyed those cups with cautious optimism, though his current mindset was centered around four letters: Yolo. “I mean, you did say you wanted more than just craft beer, didn’t you?” He asked, nudging her shoulder in an almost playful, teasing-like motion.”

Yeah, he really just did that, didn’t he?

Fuck it! Yolo exists for a reason!

Welcome back! Always sucks when life throws you under the bus so it can shine its annoying wings. Glad it's your time to shine now! :D
Color me interested!





When Jackson tried to reassure her that she didn’t have to worry about sticking by his side and that she could go enjoy the party, she was overcome with so many conflicting emotions and thoughts. Not only as the Queen of Liberty who always owned the town whenever it came to any Liberty-led party, but also as his friend. That and she promised him she’d be by his side. So she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was going to betray him if she did the very thing that he was urging her to do.

“Jackson…” She frowned at him seconds before some guy planted a kiss on Jackson’s cheek, which was clearly without his consent. And she watched with a sense of pride in Jackson as he pushed the guy away, exploding after him.

He identified himself as Rico. If she was the type to like men, he’d certainly fit it, but then she had a moment of remembrance. This was the guy from earlier in the week. On the skateboard.

And then she couldn’t help herself as she laughed, mostly at how he was Jackson’s tour guide. “He doesn’t seem too bad, honestly,” she thought aloud, looking at Jackson. “You should totally take him up on his offer, J!” She encouraged him, bumping his shoulder somewhat. “And if he gets handsy again, you can just tell him you’re seeing me or something. Saying that to a guy like him will most certainly render any further unwanted advances useless.” She flashed him a smile.





Location Camp Half-Blood Infirmary
Interactions Kalinda @MarshiestMallow, Zane @Theyra


To someone like Vivian, the sudden shift in Kalinda's face that had traces of anger (rightly so, too) to what she was surmising as mild fear, she couldn't help but frown at her sister. And she understood why her sweet sister who had always been so worried about her since the California Valley Girl came to Camp Half-Blood. Vivian's first impression of her sister had always been one of love and admiration. So there was no doubt in her mind that, when she heard Dionysus call Viv and Zane's name (though more at Viv's name, of course), she became worried. Or maybe Viv was reaching.

But the fact remained that Kalinda's energy changed and she instinctively grabbed her sister's hand, squeezing it. As she turned her frown upside down into a comforting smile that mirrored the action of her hand, she began to speak. "Don't worry! I mean, he probably just needs me for something non-quest related, right? I'm sure it'll be okay!" Though she spoke with confidence on the outside, inside Vivian wasn't so sure. All of those names that were called, Viv being one of them made her think they needed a healer for something. Or again, maybe she was stretching herself into believing something that wasn't there. "Or whatever it is, uh.."

Vivian drifted her SoCal, ocean-at-sunset gaze to Zane, already feeling her body getting hot and cheeks flushing when she met him at his jaw and immediately went further north to his eyes. "Zane is coming too. I'll be fine. Promise!"





In normal circumstances, Nicholas Grey would have stuck by his sister’s side. She had the tendency to attract trouble and Nicholas liked being near her to see how much worse she could make it before he had to apply a bit of his brotherly touch to act as her safety net. Conversely, she always was by his side as his safety net in case he needed a get-out-of-jail free card, especially if someone’s boyfriend or girlfriend decided he was encroaching too close on their territory. Then again, if they posed any real danger to Nicholas, his twin sister, much to his semi-approval, would deck them long before they could ball their fist up.

Fortunately, though, this was not one of those times.

Indeed, Nicholas was riding solo. But it wasn’t all bad.

As Nicholas’ blue eyes surveyed the room, seeing those engaging in the typical party behavior, he made note of those who were doing so alone and who already found like-minded souls that complimented them in at least one way that drove them to drink and dance with them. It brought him a foreboding sadness that a couple who were occupied by company had been people he thought could benefit from his company. Of course, anyone would be lucky to have Nicholas Grey’s time of day.

The fact remained, however, he had been standing at one of the scattered tables with refreshments made available (in the kitchen) for more than five minutes and not only had Nicholas not been approached, but he was overlooked for someone else.

And this simply cannot happen again.

Time to choose, Nicholas. And it’s best you choose wisely. Though you may have all the time in the world, your presence is a rare gift and not everyone can handle it.

So he scanned the room, searching for a suitable partner to occupy his time for a few minutes. He landed on the Queen of Liberty and her current boy toy, Jackson Park. As much as he thought Miki Park was insanely attractive and no doubt was the kind of person who knew the gift their presence would provide those nearest to them, he couldn’t help but shake the uneasy feeling in his stomach that Jackson would take an issue with Nicholas approaching, considering he damn near swatted some poor guy away.

And thus the search persisted. And it persisted until he sighed.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

“Hm?” He muttered, tipping a red solo cup to his lips as he caught the alluring sight of majestic, fiery red hair and a rather impressive black outfit that went well with porcelain-like skin, the sort of visage that brought Nicholas back to his childhood and the insane crush he had on Blossom. Then that got him to thinking about how it shaped his attraction for redheads. Nearly every single ex of his, regardless of their gender, had some shade of red, orange, or even strawberry blonde hair.

As he watched her from afar, seeing just how effortless she was in the party scene, Nicholas couldn’t help but become intrigued more and more by this nameless beauty, this girl who captured his attention from the very minute she so gracefully waltzed into his periphery.

And as the moment came when they momentarily locked eyes, though she probably didn’t see him, he most certainly caught the enticing glimpse into her green eyes.

Ah, the perfect compliment. His dark hair and sapphire eyes and her dynamic fiery locks with green eyes with an almost nurturing quality to them.

I must know her.

Nicholas made up his mind and leaped forward into the unknown, stepping closer and closer to the nameless girl. He grabbed another red solo cup from the counter as if it was choreographed by God himself. When he got close enough and they were facing each other, he flashed her his best smirk that was disguised as a less intrusive smile, holding out the hand that had the second red solo cup in it.

“You look like you can use a drink.” That line, no matter how many times he used it, always worked because everyone liked to drink. And with Nicholas’ confidence and ability to make it sound like it was the first time anyone ever heard it.

It, like him, was perfection.



Location Camp Half-Blood Infirmary
Interactions Kalinda @MarshiestMallow, Zane @Theyra


If she was being honest, Vivian felt she was more along for the ride as Zane and her sister talked about what they were going to pack for Erin and those who were going to help her. And she made peace with that - kind of.

On some level, the Daughter of Apollo felt a certain annoyance about her visions. She knew she wasn't the strongest. She knew this and often accepted it because being physically strong wasn’t her forte. She wasn’t going to win any obstacle event or game at the tower. She wasn’t going to be the hero of a great story as the underdog that overcame the odds. She had long accepted this, but it still annoyed her to no end when she couldn’t even stay conscious shortly after having one of her ill-timed visions.

A few moments after she allowed herself to get lost in her thoughts, she heard her name from Zane’s lips and the very sound of his deep bravado made every bit inside her tremble.

God damn his voice is hot! She thought, feeling herself getting warm as she met his eyes, those emerald gems of pure handsomeness.

To save herself from any embarrassment, Vivian pulled herself out of her simping pool just in time to hear her name, among others, being called out on the loudspeaker. She knew it was Mr. D’s voice who had called hers. A few names belonged to her friends, like Grayson, but then as she heard Zane’s being heard, she gulped.

"Wonder what he could possibly want with me?"

And then the sudden urgency in Mr. D’s voice, that scary, intimidating urgency he was sometimes known for, send shivers down Vivian’s spine.

It was enough to get her right up to her feet, blood rushing to her head and causing her to stagger for a few seconds.“Whoa,” she said, shaking her head and she no longer felt dizzy.

“I guess that packing will have to wait!” She cheerfully stated, going past Zane with a bright smile on her face. “Sorry, Kali. Hope you can handle it without us. Seems we are needed elsewhere!”

Yeah, as if Vivian has any idea why she and Mr. Defined Jawline are needed at Mr. D’s office.



"It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance."

Wesley || 14 || Male

Appearance Details
  • 5'3"/ 105lbs
  • Pale skin but not unhealthily so
  • Skinny, untoned body
  • Black hair and greyish-blue eyes
  • Wesley's has a somewhat relaxed take on formal wear for his every day outfit, though usually it contains a few of the following:
    • A buttoned-up T-shirt with a plain white or black shirt underneath
    • Slacks
    • Dress shoes for events and sneakers for everything else

Belongings
  • A black backpack that contains his notebook and a few pens and pencils
  • His camera that is always on his person due to his love for taking photos and having a passion for photography.

Character Summary and Crest
It's ironic that Wesley Alexander Cross becomes the digidestined to represent friendship when making friends is incredibly difficult for him. Despite this, there was one person who knew him the most.

Growing up in upper class London in a family that had wealth but also prestige, it was hard for Wesley to feel like he was recognized, but there was nobody who made him feel valid in a family where only the oldest mattered and who also saw him as someone who could do great things. This person was his older brother of three years, Sylvester. Sure, he had other siblings but they were younger. Sylvester was the one who he looked up to most. To his parents, Sylvester was the apple of their eye, the one who Simon and Yvonne could place all of their hopes and dreams on. Sylvester always encouraged Wesley to follow his passions, which always centered around photography. First with polaroids, which his brother gave him for his ninth birthday, and eventually giving him his first "professional" camera that the pros use.

Sylvester was his best friend and his hero.

So when Sylvester was taken from them suddenly, by an illness of unknown origin just three days shy of Wesley's eleventh birthday. It rocked the Cross family to its core, felt not only by his parents but his younger brother and sister, Benjamin and Cassandra. The biggest change of all, however, was not the emptiness that his passing left in their home, but Wesley becoming the focus of his parents expectations. Perhaps it was their way of coping with Sylvester's death, but it didn't change anything. Simon tossed him straight into the pit of more work than fun and Wesley's confidence was practically eliminated. He became something of an empty shell who didn't speak unless spoken to and became a well-mannered, almost timid boy, doing what his parents told him to (mainly his father). His mother gave him some leeway.

Thus why he was at summer camp. His mother persuaded his father to allow him to experience some fun, claiming balance was good for him or something. The only way he'd allow it, however, was if they temporarily relocated to Salt Lake City, which was roughly an hour away.

So, Wesley has that cloud looming over him.

Digimon Partner

At his Digicore, Hawkmon represents everything that Wesley could be: confident, able to speak up without being addressed, and sure of himself. But they also share a certain genuine compassion for those close to them. Hawkmon is an assuring bird-type Digimon who always makes calculated decisions based on what's best in the given situation. That being said, he is also fiercely protective over those closest to him and if they are in danger, regardless of the size of said danger, he will do everything in his power to defend them from it - which sometimes can lead to a sliver of impulses taking over.
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