Calling all Demigods! discussion

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Caspar lounged on his bed, eyes closed, his purple iPod blasting music out of his headphones. His deep violet sheets were crumpled and there were grape vines slowly growing on every surface of the cabin.
He sighed and turned to face the wall, opening his slanted green eyes.

Carter walked in and groaned. "Dude where have you been? This camp has been hetic and I couldn't find a single trace of you." He groaned.

Caspar stretched to his feet and stood, yawning hugely.
"Aw, man. I'm late for archery," he said, swearing under his breath as he checked out the clock.

Carter closed his eyes. "Well before you go you should know, cloud died and came back to life same with Squall in 24 hours." He said. "Bye."

Caspar shrugged on his hoodie. "What the hell are you talking about? Are you kidding?" He sighed again. "The instructor's gonna whoop my ass. I'll talk to you at lunch."

Carter shrugged and walked out.

Caspar strolled back into his cabin, changing into a pair of jeans and a v-neck T-shirt. He flipped open Wine Weekly and perused the article, muttering, "I can't believe Yellowtail didn't make it in the top 10. Pairs beautifully with roast beef."

Diona stormed into the cabin and climned up onto one of the top bunks. She plopped her stuff (clothes, stuff from home, etc.) on the floor. She threw up the covers, and buried herself in them. She began reading The Deathly Hollows for the third time. Mad she was being shipped off to a summer camp.

((WOOHOO GO HP. now I'm done. But it's spelled Hallows))

((wait, did she like, just show up? or was she there the whole time? o.O))

((She just showed up.))

((k.))

Iviana (The Sign Painter!) wrote: "((WOOHOO GO HP. now I'm done. But it's spelled Hallows))"

((sary))

((...is Caspar gonna say something? Or shall I rephrase my comment?))

((he's at the campfire now.))

((Oooh I didn't know he left))
Diona got bored, she jumped off the bunk bed and left.

Diona ran in and jumped up onto her bunk and began reading The Deathly Halllows.

"Slow down, kid," Caspar said, slamming the violet door behing them and breathing in the comforting smell of ripe grapes. He was about to change into his sweatpants for sleeping, but remembering that he now had to share a cabin with a seven-year-old girl, left, grumbling about privacy, to the bathroom.

Diona laughed silently to herself.

Caspar emerged from the bathroom clad in his sweatpants. He glanced at the girl. "Um. Lights out is in ten minutes."
He wasn't really sure when seven-year-old-girls went to bed, but eleven-thirty sounded like a good time.

Diona rolled her eyes and got a flahlight from her duffel bag, and engulfed herself under the covers.

Caspar sighed. "Dude. All lights out. And that includes flashlights."

She flipped the covers off, and took a pen beam out of her pocket. She showed him the label. "Pen Beam " She explained like he was 3 yrs. old.

Caspar narrowed his eyes. "A beam is a light. Turn it off."

Diona raised an eyebrow. "Who made you in charge?" She asked.

"Um, the camp director. Also known as Dionysus. Also known as our father. And also there's the fact that I'm twelve years older than you and the counsellor. Satisfied?"

Diona stared at him for a moment, her jaw set. "Not really " She said but hopped down and grapped some clothes from her bag and her book and walked into the bathroom.

Caspar moaned with frustration into his violently purple pillow.

Diona changed into pink shorts and a silk baby blue night gown and began reading in the bathroom.

((kindof oldish for a 7-year-old, right? :/))

Caspar pulled the sheets around his bare torso. "Okay. Diona? C'mere for a sec."

((Exactly))
Diona came out of the bathroom and shoved her old clothes in her bag. "Whaaaa?" She asked.

((that's really weird. :/ like an eight-year old wearing a water bra.))

"Please. Can we just get along? We're related, right?" Caspar raised his head off his pillow and fixed Diona with his puppy-dog eyes.

((Night gown? Uhhh not really.))
Diona raised an eyebrow. "Exactly, you're my older brother. What are we doing in the morning?" She asked. "I don't usually get up until 8 AM" She said.

((a SILK gown?? dude!))

Caspar shrugged. "Well, breakfast, and then you get your schedule. It all depends."

((Silk is not see through. Silk is a soft material that they use to make some baby blankets.))
"Isn't it summer?" She asked.

((... i never said it was see-through........))

"Yeah. But you've got to train, and we still have chores to do."

"Train? What for?" She asked, climbing up her bunk bed.

((Silk is like..nvm))

((honey, i know what silk is. i've gone to designing class and i'm 17.))

Caspar peered up at her. "We've got to train to fight against the bad guys," he said simply.

((lol kay I just dont get why its innapropriate))
"Okay how many times do I have to explain this? I'm not an average seven year old. You have to emphazize and not just say bad guys. Bad guys could be anyone." She said.

((a silk nightgown... mf. whatever.))

Caspar yawned. "Monsters. Listen. You should talk to our dad about this. I'm beat. If you want, I'll talk to you more about it tomorrow at breakfast."

"Okay." She said, climbing down and putting on her shoes and jacket.

((Wuzup?))
Diona began lacing her tennis shoes.

Diona stalked out of tha cabin in a T-shirt and jean shorts. *not the short-short kind and I have seen seven year old wearing this*

Diona walked into the cabin and changed into a t-shirt and flannel pants. She climbed up her bunk and began the last few chapters of her book, her hair held back in a ponytail.

Diona got dressed and left for breakfast.

Caspar walked back into the cabin, his mind rolling over the memorized words of the prophecy. "Good gods," he sighed. "What does it mean?"
He stripped off, pulling on pajama bottoms, ignoring the wind from the open window that swirled coldly around his bare chest. He paced around the cabin for a moment, then swore.
"Don't--know--what--it--means," he growled. After another moment or two, he threw himself on his bed. Realizing that he'd left the light on, he raised a hand. Grape vines grew around the light, tightening with every second, until the smell of burning grapes filled the air and the light smashed to pieces. Caspar sighed. He never was any good at releasing his anger.
It was 3 AM when Caspar finally drifted to sleep.

Diona silently stalked into the cabin around 4 AM.

The annoying tweeting of a bird woke Caspar up at the ungodly (excuse the pun) hour of half past six. Rising up and cursing the nonstop cheeping, Caspar stumbled to his feet, throwing off the violet sheets. He was about to pull on his orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt, but as he wasn't feeling particularly united to his camp at the moment, opted for a grey V-neck instead. Caspar sulked all the way over to the archery range.
He was not in a good mood.