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Post by hazel levesque on Nov 2, 2011 11:03:52 GMT -5
The sun was shining, and although camp jupiter was just a bit overrun then it normally was, it was all in all a perfect day to spend outside instead of beeing cooped up in their respective barracks or rooms. Hazel, for one would like to spend the day outside, and she'd appreciate it very much if one of her friends could join her today. Specifically, one Luke Castellan whom she hadn't seen for the whole damn week, and the pint-sized thirteen year old was getting quite fed up of his lack of presence around, which was very obviously due to the Argo's appearance. Hazel may be young, but she wasn't stupid, and she's seen how Luke avoids the Argo at all costs. And really, she was quite annoyed at how she hadn't seen him at all ever since she came back from her quest. Never mind the fact that she almost got reclaimed by Thanatos at Alaska, did Luke even know of that? Really.
Sometimes, Hazel let things past when she didn't like what was going on. This wasn't one of the times, and her friend can just count himself unlucky as she stalked across the cabins where the campers slept, and knocked on the door of the dormitory, crossing her fingers that Luke would be inside at least. Ever since coming back from the quest, Hazel has had more confidence and shies less away from the campers, which would probably explained the determined look on her face as she stood there expectantly, her hands on her hips resting upon the ride of her baggy army pants. Before the quest, Hazel would've been the last person on earth to announce her presence like that, but right now she didn't know how else is she supposed to even see Luke, much less spend any time with him.
But now... now Hazel was just at her wits ends. She's tried ambushing him in hallways, but she just couldn't get to him fast enough due to her small size. She's tried trying to look for him, but that obviously didn't work. So here she was on a fine afternoon crossing her fingers that Luke was in when she knocked on his cohort door. The girl had earlier went to the mess hall to scavenge some food, and as a result a basket sat on the floor next to her feet, with food in it waiting to be eaten. "Luke Castellan, you better be in there! I'm not capable of finishing all this food by myself." she added in as an after thought. No sense in not using some bribe to get him out, right?
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Post by luke castellan on Nov 13, 2011 14:58:57 GMT -5
Constantly dodging anyone who looks like they want to ask a question, and hiding from friends was bound to take its toll eventually. Luke knew this from the beginning, and yet he kept it up despite it. He was getting extremely tired of this; avoiding his friends wasn't something he wanted to do. It wasn't even something he would do, no matter what he had done. His history was a completely different situation. Here at Camp Jupiter he had built a new reputation, where the others would judge him for who he was that day. The Greeks arriving only meant that the reputation was now melting ice. Everything he had worked for would be shattered once his past was known. This lead him to avoiding everything like the plague, which he slowly realized could be the big mistake he would make this time around.
It wasn't him betraying the camp all over again, but it came close. Luke was mostly sure that they would pin him as the Greek spy, and once again he would be outcast. Once again, he would have to make up for his idiotic decisions. Even now, he still had to figure out how to explain this to the others without upsetting everyone. It was stressing him out, and since he couldn't work out the stress in dueling practice as often as he wanted, it was all building up on him. Usually when there was some stress build up, he stayed in the training grounds to work out his anger or whatever was bothering him. He didn't deal with others in case he would wrongly take things out on them. Now that he was doing both – being scarce because of the Greeks and so he didn't take out his stress on anyone – he hardly left the barracks.
Playing sick only worked for so long, but when he heard a knock on the door, he still started to mess his hair. That was until he heard the voice of a certain girl that had crept ever so close to Luke over his time at Camp. Perhaps it was the fact that they had risen from death at the same time, by the same person that brought them close, but he knew it was the way he saw her as a little sister that kept them that way. When he heard her mention food, he couldn't help but grin as he made his way towards the door. “Well Levesque ,” Luke spoke as he opened the door, “You certainly know how to appeal to others.” A joke, as usual, along with a smirk. Having a meal with Hazel, while catching up, sounded like a great idea to him. After all, he was sure they had a lot to talk about.
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Notes?! Holy crap, I can't believe this took this long >_<; I was going to reply the next day, then my muse poofed for a bit. Sorry!
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Post by hazel levesque on Nov 21, 2011 9:12:44 GMT -5
Tapping her feet on the wooden steps leading up to the cohort bunk beds, her face was arranged in what was suitably an irritated face, as she waited for his response. And Hazel was hoping he didn't come up with a shitty excuse like being sick, or she just might stuff a jug of ambrosia down his throat. When the door finally opened, her pair of golden flecked eyes glared at Luke, only to huff and mockingly looked away from him when he spoke. "Ah, the zombie appears. Did a banshee get your hair?" she asked, eyes sliding back as a smirk crawled to her lips.
Flicking her gaze down to the basket of food resting at her feet, Hazel rolled her eyes at his final comment, and laughed as she aimed a friendly punch at his arm. Not that it hurt of course, there was only so much strength a thirteen year old could pack in a fist, and without her spathea and abilities she is quite incapable of harming a fly. "With your black hole of a stomach, it really isn't hard to figure out what I need to lure you out of the cave you've been living in ya know." Hazel reasoned, giving him a triumphant look. Hooking her arm around his, the pint-sized girl grabbed the basket and shove it in his hands, before using both of her arms to clasp his, making sure he didn't make a run for it again. Nope, the daughter of Pluto was making sure she found out just what was going on with her friend here.
Regardless of any protests that he would put up, Hazel started pulling him down the steps, towards the slow bubbling river that was the Little Tiber located in a corner of camp Jupiter, her steps soon slowed when they got a fair distance away from the rest of the camp area. "Now, have an explanation why trying to locate you is like looking for a needle in a haystack lately?" her accusing question was finally voiced, as she gave a pointed look at Luke, as if daring him to say that nothing was up.
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