all's fair in love and war...[kaye/open]

[viktor]

One year at Camp Half-blood had been overwhelming for Viktor, but this, this was way over his head. A whole new camp of demigods (and legacies as well as), a Roman one, all new names and customs...it was very drastic. The prophecy was starting to look a little better as well, at least about the seven who were to go on it. Viktor couldn't envy such a group, he actually felt sorry for them. Sure they might be saving the world as they knew it from the earth goddess Gaeu, but they were still risking their lives in the process. He might not envy their quest they've been assigned (or will be assigned no doubt), but he did however envy their courage.

Viktor joined the Greek camp just a year ago, and that was toward the end of the hug Manhattan battle. Being from Russia, Viktor hadn't understood all that much they told him about the giants and Kronos, but he did hear the name Percy Jackson a lot. Evidently he was the hero in the end; and up until recently he'd been missing, but now they'd all found him at this other camp. To say this was all confusing for Viktor was a deep understatement...

Much talk and gossip was exchanged between his fellow campers around him, that is, to Greek campers. It seems that during the beginning they'd all be separated during meal times. The Greeks on one side while the Romans were on the other. The customs about cabin sitting with cabins seemed to be long gone. Not that anyone actually cared, new places called for different ways of doing things right?

Viktor sat a little ways off from the other crowded tables of Greeks and stared down at the food on his table. He'd gotten some french fries and a shake from one of his favorite American restaurants (steak n shake) and wasn't even touching it. Viktor was quite out of his comfort zone here, and this was normally his comfort food- but of course, did comfort food ever really comfort? Sighing, he sat and tried to tune out of loud talking as he stared at the lumpy drink, slowly melting in the heat of the afternoon.

The young Hermes boy was so out of sorts that he didn't even bother trying to take anything off anyone else's plate as they passed.

[palmer canton]

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Today had been one day that Palmer did not mind being here at camp. To be honest, she hated it here on most days. People were always arguing, ordering others around, and the work that went into training was like a nightmare. Usually meal times ware the most peaceful, besides being in bed and sleeping. The Romans and Greeks were split, that meant less conflict automatically. Something Palmer couldn't grasp was the difference in all of this. Weren't the Greeks and Romans the same people with different names? Sort of like Hannah Montana, right? Apparently that was not right. Apparently there was some enormous difference between the two. She got that their living style was different. That Romans were all into fighting and what not while Greeks liked their culture. Sure they blamed each other for different things in history but hadn't that all passed? In Palmer's eyes this whole feud was ridiculous.

Dinner time was probably one of the best meals because, well it just was. People always had good stories to tell about what happened to them that day or about the outside world that Palmer didn't feel a part of anymore. It had only been six or so months since she had been to camp, but she felt as though the camp was her life and everything before that didn't really happen. Not everything had changed for Palmer since moving to the camp. She still couldn't remember a lot of things very well, had problems with her impulsiveness, and she still ran on her own clock making her either very early or very late to most things. Today, she happened to be a few minutes late to dinner. Already the greek side was nearly full with very few spaces available for sitting. "Great." The single word was expressed through a sarcastic tone in a mutter with an eyeroll as she walked into the mess hall.

Her eye caught two seats that were open. One was by a group of girls gossiping about gods knows what while the other seat was across from the same kid that had stolen her favorite silver bracelet from Mexico during the first month she had gotten here. It was a tough choice, but the thief seemed less intimating then a group of girls. Palmer ran her fingers through her blond hair and made her way to the empty spot across from that kid who she couldn't remember the name of. In her mind she just called him 'The Thief'. She had seen him around since then, but never said more then four words to him. Palmer wasn't hungry, she only put a glass of water and a small salad in front of her. A few moments went by without a word before Palmer looked up at the kid across from her. She noticed he seemed a little... down? Maybe not down. but quiet. Well... there's no one else to talk to. "So... stolen any good wallets lately?"

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Word Count: four. nine. five.
Tagged: Viktor!
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Notes: There you go!

[viktor]

Potatoes, Potatos, was there anyother way to put the two separated groups of people? When the Augus II came over here, the whole Roman camp had acted like they were some possessed zombies coming to suck out their brains or something... Well at least, that's what Viktor had seen it as. He'd watched The Walking Dead, he knew what he was talking about- er, it was the first show he'd watched upon coming over here, don't judge him.
As he looked around the mess hall, Viktor noted how the Roman side and his own side of the room were giving the others suspicious glances.

One might think this was a stalemate...who exactly started this rivalry anyway? Viktor really hadn't learned all that much a bout the Romans and Greeks history, so he didn't understand what the hubbub was all about; so they had different customs and might have stomped on one another's feet back in the day (and I mean WAYYY back), did that mean everyone should be so hostile of the other? Viktor had never been one to judge anyway, sadly not everyone was like him- thank gods for that! No one would have any body jewelry left if that were the case...

He'd been observing with such concentration that Viktor hadn't even heard the person come over. Her words took a few seconds to translate, but the young man eventually understood what she was referring. "...I do not steal the pocket books." He slowly replied in his strongly emphasized Ruissian accent. His eyes were sincere enough, because it was true! He didn't steal money (or in this case, wallets- but he normally saw them as pocket books), he just stole things that appealed most to his eyes, and money..well if it wasn't a Ruble (his home country's money), well evidently, he had no fondness of it. Shiny tokens were usually his ticket, and wait a minute- was this supposed to be her version of a greeting?

Viktor was confused once more by the way in which she greeted him that he kept pause for a while before awkwardly clearing his throat, "I do not understand- is that how you greet people?" It was a simple question, and poor Viktor was not (even by a year's time here in the States) at all accustomed to the many different forms of greeting here. He might daresay she was mocking him? No, that couldn't be it. This girl wasn't even someone he recognized...or was it?

Viktor's memory wasn't too great, but he vaguely remembered her face and perhaps a shiny chain, but a name? That was out of the question. He would have to ask her, because it was rude not to know her name right? He'd just be talking to a stranger if that were the case! Frowning slightly, Viktor awaited the blonde's reply with a terribly confuzzled expression.

(yes, I just made up that word)

[palmer canton]

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The response from the boy across the table was more then what Palmer had expected. Well, she didn't know what to expect, but it was something along the lines of an eye roll or a head shake. This guy actually responded. Not only did he reply but he was... foreign? Palmer had never taken the time to realize what he sounded like, all she knew was that he was known for stealing things and her bracelet somehow ended up with him when she first started here. Palmer kept her eyes down at the table when her responded and she couldn't help but scoff and raise an eye brow. Really? She shoved her food from one side of the bowl to the other without responding to his previous comment. Wouldn't any good thief steal money? Wasn't that like the number one thing to steal?

The sound of his voice threw her off from throwing back another snappy comment. He sounded so sweet and innocent making her almost feel bad for him. It was too bad that this girl knew how to hold a grudge. Aside from her happy, upbeat attitude she could be quite a little brat. Then again, Palm was all bark an no bite. She could talk all she wanted but by the end of the conversation she usually sounded like a bit of an air-head. When it came to actions that followed those words... lets just say that Palmer rarely stands a chance.

Palmer continued to mess with the food in front of her. Her eyes stayed down on the green salad, her foot shook constantly, and her free hand was folded neatly in her lap. When the boy before her spoke once more asking her how she greeted people Palmer's eyes came up to his, her head lifted and she sat back. For a moment her face held a stare that would probably say something like 'how dare you' but a second later she busted out laughing. "My bad." She said still laughing as she tried to compose herself. Once she calmed down, Palmer took a quick sip of water before speaking again. "You don't get greeted with sarcastic comments where you're from? Wait hold on... How's this?" Palmer sat up straighter then she already was, lifted her chin, a put her hand in front of her offering to shake his hand. "Hey, I'm Palmer. Nice to meet you.. I guess." At this point she was just messing with him. It was nice to be the one sort of in control. She was usually the one getting told what to do and what not. That's probably why she jumped at the chance to mess with this boy across from her. That, and she already had a little bit of a grudge against him anyways.

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Word Count: four. six. seven.
Tagged: Viktor!
Outfit: Click Here.
Notes: There you go!

[viktor]

Viktor wondered if he had offended the girl when she hadn't responded back right away. Plus, it wasn't unusual that he would do such a thing, given how he was raised up in a different country and all. Misunderstandings were by the dozen for a guy like him; especially around other teenagers- and camp half blood was chalk full of those!

The laughing was a little uncalled for, but Viktor merely stared at the girl, wondering why she was so tickled, but at the same time he was trying to place where he'd seen her before. Of course, seeing someone at camp half-blood was like seeing a sea of fish; it was nearly impossible to remember everyone, but you at least saw them once or twice during the week.

Her bad was something he recognized at least- he'd heard that one a lot. It meant something like 'oops' or 'my mistake' evidently. He didn't quite know what she meant until she went on however. The mention of 'sarcasm' made an eye-brow raise. Oh yes, many people liked to use that. He normally had trouble picking it up, given the whole second language barrier. He'd need to listen more carefully next time...

At this point Viktor didn't know if he should be amused or offended. It was actually hard to choose, either or. Given the fact she was a stranger to him, perhaps he should be slightly nettled, but hey she was actually spot on with the greeting, or second greeting. He had to force himself not to smile, he didn't want to appear odd or like he was making fun of her attempt.

"That was very good actually!" He said with a nod, taking her hand from across the table as she offered, and shook with soft firmness. This was actually the exact way to do it! Now if she started speaking in Russian, now that would just be like home. "I am Viktor. You have 'the funny bone', da?" He was refurring to her earlier fit of laughter, which didn't even appear to have offended him in the least. "I am not so good with the humor here you see." He admitted, tentatively shrugging his shoulders. Viktor had already let go of her hand, and was now studying her with apparent skepticism. It might have been seen as impolite, but Viktor wouldn't have seen it as such- he was still attempting to remember where he'd seen her. He had a slight feeling he was going to find out though.

[palmer canton]

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In a way Palmer felt bad for messing with the boy across the table. He seemed to be so innocent and confused. It reminded her of a lost dog that was sitting out in the rain or something. When she spoke she tried to slow down and keep her words sharp, but it was hard. There are very few words to describe why Palmer was doing this.

When he shook her hand Palmer had to fight back another fit of laughter. Was he for real? He complimented her new greeting. "I'll be sure to greet you just like that next time I see you then." Palmer pulled her hand back after it was released and went back to pushing the lettuce around in her bowl with her fork. Sure she was still laughing in her head, and when he ever said something about the funny bone... da? Da? What was that? That sounds like it belongs in a song! Palmer, who had a half of a mouth full of water nearly began laughing again. She nodded her head as she tried to swallow the drink. Eventually she did get the water down and began cough-laughing. Why this was funny? Who knows. Palmer found a lot of dumb things funny... that's just how she is.

She barely caught that his name was Viktor. "Nice to meet you." She said through her fits of laughter. It didn't take long before she was calm again. Viktor then spoke of not picking up on humor too well. It made sense, he was from... well somewhere else. Palmer was never good with geography. "It's okay. You'll pick it up. Just don't take anything people say too seriously and you'll be fine." What she really wanted to say was something like 'What? They don't have humor where you're from?' but that comment was held back... a little too harsh for the moment. They had just officially met, she couldn't be full-blown sarcastic quite yet.

She liked this change of things though. Being new around here meant that she was always being led by others, being told what to do and everything. This was one person who seemed even more lost than her. Palmer wasn't sure how long Viktor had been here, who his parent was, or even how old he was.. but none of it mattered to her too much. She could care less about playing life trivia with people, it got rather complicated.

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Word Count: four. zero. eight.
Tagged: Viktor!
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Notes: Sorry it's so short! I was in a hurry.