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Walker scoffed at Press and his little reprimand. "How about next time, you mind your own damn business, huh?" His tone was light and his smile, sharp, but there wasn't anything friendly about it. Sure, if Press hadn't distracted him, Adrian might have pursued him harder, but that was between Walker and Adrian. He didn't know if he was an Ares kid or not, but he respected the unspoken rules of battle as if he were one.

He looked back to the girls and all the animosity melted off of him. The smile became genuine. "Capture the Flag? Sweet." He loved that game. Plus, it gave him a chance to settle the score with that dunderhead. He wasn't about to let that kid go on thinking he won one over him. "Hey, maybe we'll be on the same team. I could use someone to point me in the right direction," He said, chuckled at himself and rubbed the growing bump on the back of his head. The chuckle turned into a wince when he brushed it. "And a little luck wouldn't hurt." He tipped his head slightly to one side. "Do you think you're lucky, Zula?"

He remembered seeing her around the Hermes cabin and erecting shelters around it. And, honestly, who could forget a generous, good-looking daughter of Aphrodite? He certainly wasn't one.
Walker chuckled at Ariel's protest. She never got what he was referencing when he called her "princess". The fact that she took it so literally tickled him a little bit every time, but this time it was short lived. He heard her cut off with a gasp, but before he could look around to see what happened, the tray knocked him square in the back of the head, throwing him off balance and then sprawling face first onto the floor.

His skull throbbed and black spots danced in his vision for a second. Then he saw the tray beside him and put together what happened. He grunted, cursed, and shoved himself to his feet, using the table beside him for leverage. He rubbed the back of his head and noticed that he had his hand on the Aphrodite table. At least one of the girls was an Aphrodite chick, but he couldn't remember the name of the other girl. He took his hand off the table like it burned him. Some people were very territorial about their tables.

"Oh. Hey. Uhm," What did he saw now? "No better way to start the day, right?" He flashed them a sheepish grin and bent down to pick up the tray that knocked him in the head. He looked over to Ariel and saw her trying to appease a child of the god of war and the- missing? - gadget boy. She was wasting her breath on them and he felt half-responsible for inciting the incident. He just want to screw around with the Ares kid, not start a whole thing. He stood beside the Aphrodite table, weighing his options.
Probably not. Heheheh. It's fun to make him uncomfortable, though.
Walker saw the punch coming and twisted his tray to act as a shield against the fist while simultaneously flinging his syrupy breakfast onto Adrian. Adrenaline surged in his veins and he watched his tray connect with the punch and the force sent him almost airborne a few steps before the tray split in half. The rest of the punch met the air in front of him, but he wasn't going to wait for him to give one that landed. He didn't even hear Press warning them off of each other.

He flung the broken halves of the tray at Adrian. It didn't matter if he aimed, it's not likely they would have met their target if he did, and so he was already turned, running and swallowing the rest of that waffle before he could see where the trays went. He made it not three yards away from Adrian that he saw ahead to Ariel standing in his path. He skidded and swerved around her, all the while saluting and greeting her with a, "G'morning, princess."
Name: Shiloh MacKenzie
Gender: Male
Age: 21

Description (photo optional, writing required): While he isn’t very tall, he has a lanky quality about him. He’s skinny and pale, but by no means sickly. He has a few moles and freckles on his body, the most prominent being the freckle about the size of a pea on the top of his cheekbone just under his eye. He has long, straight, black hair that ends a few inches below his chin. His eyes are hazel, but predominantly green in the shades of brown and gold. He typically wears his gray hoodie or some other long-sleeved something and jeans. It’s hard to see him without his journal.

Occupation: Pre-Med Student

Personality: Shiloh doesn’t particularly care to touch or be touched unless he’s treating someone for something. He’s quite skittish and has a weak constitution for violence or verbal abuse directed towards him. Not a lot of backbone on this one, but he’s always willing to help someone else if they’re in trouble or injured. He’s otherwise a very gentle, unassuming person. He’s an introvert and thinks well before he talks.

History: Shiloh came from a very turbulent, lower-class household. His father had an explosive temper and his mother was a drug user. The fights became progressively worse and more frequent that by the time he was five, a neighbor called the cops on them. After the investigation, the authorities deemed it unsafe to leave him with either of his parents, so he went into the foster care system. He doesn’t remember his biological parents very well at all. He was fine for a long time, went through two very pleasant families over a period of nine years, but shortly after arriving at the third family he stayed with, he was date raped by a family friend he had a crush on.

His family found out and he was let go to his fourth and, finally, adoptive family. They had him through the rest of high school and set him up for college. He considers them his “mom” and “dad”.

Reason for arriving in Saint-Vienne: The car broke down on their road trip to New Orleans and they walked to the closest town in search of help.

Start off items: His inhaler (moment?), a couple of painkillers, a water bottle, a few granola bars, and a rape whistle. The water, food and painkillers are in his drawstring backpack.

Name: Nadia Miller
Gender: Female
Age: 20

Description (photo optional, writing required): Nadia typical wears band t-shirts, ripped jeans, combat boots. She wears a stud in her nose and sometimes a bindi for fashion or religious statements. Her hair is dark brown to the point of being black and with a natural wave that reaches the top of her collarbones. Her eyes have an amber brown tone to them. She’s fairly tall, 5’9”, and with a caramel complexion. She has full lips and a Monroe; A piercing on the side of her top lip.

Occupation: Air Force ROTC student

Personality: Nadia developed a hard shell from spending a lot of her childhood following her dad around since he was in the Navy. She’s not trusting of strangers on principle. At her worse, she can be stubborn and condescending. At her best, she’s distant and indifferent. As a friend, she’s surprisingly intellectual at times while still maintaining a tomboyish attitude. She knows herself well and could easily quantify her limitations, even though she would never admit them aloud.

History: Nadia’s parents separated when she was thirteen because of a hunting incident that happened when she was thirteen. She and her dad were out hunting and she accidentally shot and killed a guy she thought was a deer. Her father hid the body, but she couldn’t keep it a secret from her mom. Her mother didn’t turn them in and they were never framed and the case went cold.

She was put under her mother’s custody and she felt stifled by her oppressive company, so took it out on her mom and her boyfriends when she started dating again. The next year, they switched custody and she went with her father all through high school, having the time of her life travelling with him and making as if nothing happened.

She decided to follow in her father’s footsteps and joined the military, but made an agreement with her parents that she would still go to college. So, now she’s studying Engineering in an ROTC program. She likes to draw and met Riley in one of their classes in college. She’s not so familiar with the other guys in their road trip group.

Reason for arriving in Saint-Vienne: Road trip with her friend’s friends that went awry, now they’re searching for a mechanic.

Start off items: Swiss army knife, a small plastic water bottle, a candy bar, and her dogtags.
Walker stopped when the chid of Ares stood up behind him and slowly turned around to face him. Sure, he was taller than him by about a foot, even when Walker straightened up, but if he felt threatened, he didn't show it. If anything, his grin grew a little wider.

"What's-a matter, beefcake? Can't take a joke?" He picked up a waffle from his tray, dipped it in the small puddle of syrup beside it, and took a bite out of it right in front of the other boy. "But really," He said with his mouth full, "I'm sure someone here would miss you if you died on a piece of toast or something." He couldn't get through that last line with a straight face. He was laughing at the end, but his eyes were sharp, watching and waiting for that first punch.
Name: Walker James Pritchett
Age: 15

Class 1: English
Class 2: Astrology
Class 3: Phys Ed.
Class 4: Algebra
Class 5: Industrial Tech
Class 6: Art
Class 7: History

Appearance: Walker is 5’8” with a lean, athletic build and an olive complexion. His eyes are primarily blue with a mix of green and sometimes gray and they’re narrow in shape. His hair is dark brown, unkempt most days, and medium in length. He's scruffy, but not in a good or bad way. That's just how he is. He favors grays and blues and usually wears cargo shorts and solid color t-shirts. He has a few faded scars on his shins and forearms, mostly from being reckless and pulling stunts on his skateboard. It's not uncommon to see him with a new cut or bruise at the end of the day. His smile is lopsided.

Personality: Walker is a fun-loving free spirit. He’s the kind to stay out past curfew and push the boundaries of camp. For fun, he’s up for just about anything so long as another person is involved. He’s a very loyal friend, but still has trouble with touch-y feel-y feelings things in other people and himself. He can be a shoulder to cry on, but it’s a hella awkward for him. He’d rather shake off the bad feelings and drown it out with work or a hobby or by being around other people.

He can be a bit of a smartass around people he doesn’t like which are mainly bullies or jocks that think they’re better than everyone else. He inevitably gets into fights with these people and doesn’t win very often, but he can hold his own.

He’s struggled with depression for a long while, but he started on some medications recently that’s put him on a more leveled path emotionally. He’s a spiritual person, a praying person, but he does have a slight temper when it comes to things he’s sensitive about.

Clubs: Art Club, Soccer

Other: He’s adopted, he just found out, and he has no idea who his biological parents are. He doesn’t usually tell people he’s adopted and standing next to his adoptive parents, it’s not easy to see the difference.

Name: Johanna Crane “Jo”
Age: 14

Class 1: German
Class 2: Astrology
Class 3: History
Class 4: Choir
Class 5: Home Economics
Class 6: English
Class 7: Algebra

Appearance: Jo has honey brown eyes, a heart-shaped face, full lips and often wears natural makeup. She’s small, but with ample curves and dresses to bring out her figure. Her hair is black and she changes her hair style often, since her thick curls are very versatile. She favors updos. She has a medium olive complexion and a fondness for dresses and the color orange.

Personality: She’s a bubbly, outgoing girl that views the world through rose-colored glasses. She’s kind of a “girly-girl” that loves shopping, never takes anything too seriously, and usually gets what she wants, usually by one of her family members. Despite being spoiled rotten, she’s not all that vain or self-concerned. She has her own convictions about certain things, but overall, she’s quite nice, perhaps a little childish at times, and honest. Her flightiness can border on blind compulsion at times and she surely doesn’t think of the consequences of her actions before she does things. Most times.

Clubs: GSA, Drama Club, Student Senate

Other: Best friend with Fox.

Name: Ira J. Fox, goes by “Fox”
Age: 14

Class 1: English
Class 2: Astrology
Class 3: Phys Ed.
Class 4: Band
Class 5: Spanish
Class 6: History
Class 7: Algebra

Appearance: He’s blonde haired and blue-eyed, but kind of a honey blonde and eyes so dark, it’s almost impossible to tell that they’re blue. He often wears a hat of some sort, his favorites are fedoras (he has many in several different colors). A lot of the time, he looks like he just stepped out of the twenties with his bowties and skinny black ties, occasional suspenders or vest, all with colorful cotton-ups.

Personality: Fox is easy-going and carries himself so comfortably that people often mistake him for someone years older than himself. It’s very hard to get him to lose his cool because he tends to let things roll off his back and doesn’t get involved in any altercations that don’t concern him or the people closest to him. He keeps to himself and can be a little impersonal upon first meeting. It takes a while for him to open up to someone and give them his trust.

Clubs: Jazz Band, GSA, Pit Orchestra for Drama Club

Other: He and Jo are inseparable.
Miles has a lot of questions, so we'd better get on that. Can I PM you?
Are they ever going to get out of their cells or....? And is this a round robin or no?
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