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Hello anywhere I could find a CS would be awesome this seems like allot of fun.
So how is everyone here?
Nikolai understood what the girl was saying, she was one of those people. He figured she was one of the peace loving tree hugger types he'd heard about. He watched the pretty girl get up and saw the horse man Chiron, he could never get over the anatomical issues for a man such as him. His mind just surfed with possibilities and questions. He crossed his arms and heard the horse man speak. After he had finished a collective sigh rained throughout the mess hall. After that a bunch of murmuring about people being confined to their cabins, he figured this wasn't a good thing. Where he was from this typically meant something big was happening, an inspection, or something very bad had happened or was going to happen. He grimaced and walked back to the Hermes cabin, he noticed one of the younger kids looked nervous. Nikolai stood at the entrance watching his relatives go inside. He didn't like this, he went inside and over to his bunk and reached into his pack, he felt the familiar grip of his axe inside. He clasped his hand around the woven leather handle, the tip of his thumb could feel the cold steel just above the handle. It reassured him, he remembered what Chiron had said when Nikolai had first shown up with his axe fastened to his belt,

"That axe will do you no good," He had said, "Give me four days time and I will fit that axe with what you will need to do any good against the monsters you may encounter."

Within days Chiron had returned his axe and it's blade and back blade glistened in bronze. Nikolai felt stronger when he held it. He snapped back to reality as he heard chatter inside the Hermes Cabin. Kids were saying someone lit the stables on fire, some kids were going on about how there was a nymph or two with a screw loose, one kid even said there was some kind of flying giant in the camp. Nikolai couldn't help but laugh at all these theories, none of these would have matched how serious the horse man was in the mess hall.
Still here
Thanks Nallore.
I'd like to have a spot for Part Two.
"Nick is fine," Nikolai said with a smile he liked this kid, he was fairly confident and seemed to be of good humor, "The guy over there, he give you trouble often?"

Before Nikolai heard a response a shorter girl walked up and put her hand on Walkers shoulder. Nikolai looked down at her and noticed she seemed to care for people, he had noticed her tending to the war child earlier as well. He shifted his eyes towards Walker and then back towards the girl, he didn't know how things were done in America but he felt as though mentioning anything between them would be rude. So instead he attempted to answer he question.

"Tray hit him in back of head," he said motioning it with his own hand against the back of his head, "Then he bite ground. It was type of funny."
They either have kindness through the language barrier or are agitated because of it.
So now I wait on Walker, I need to know how are his head
Enrique had watched as the boy died, he felt a pang in his heart but ignored it. He pushed on as his companions had what would pass for a wake over the boy. He gripped his axe head and tightened his coat around him as he and the others made there way to the hostages room. He pulled a pack of cigarets from his pocket and lit one .

Hearing shots Enrique sprinted into the room his pistol drawn. He saw Thomas standing there with his pistol smoking then he set it back into its holster, the prisoner lay dead. He saw it as far too easy. Enrique would have cut the mans fingers off. He would have executed justice, as he did with that bastard that shot the kid. Enrique remembered slamming his boot heel down on the mans temple even after he had out two shots into his chest, Enrique remembered wanting more. That the mans life wasn't enough but that he shouldn't even be allowed honor in death either, the blood still sat dried on his boots.

Enrique glanced for a second toward Thomas then he saw movement. When he saw Phon aim at Thomas he raised the rifle he had snagged off of the dead man and aimed directly at Phon's face. Enrique looked down the sites with no emotion in his eyes, if Phon's finger so much as twitched he would squeeze his own. Enrique let Reggie and Thomas discuss this before he did anything, Enrique agreed with Thomas's point. He heard Thomas let out a sob, then he saw his friend sink to the bed and cry. He grimaced and lowered his rifle.

"Thomas," Enrique said, "It's okay man, your allowed your feelings man but right now we should figure out about these new pains in our collective asses."
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