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The Lake
Apr 15, 2017 17:20:58 GMT
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Post by Iason, the Uniter on Apr 15, 2017 17:20:58 GMT
'I like the sound of a Zeus cabin. Go see the big guy up close.' He rubbed his hands together with a sparkle in his eyes. 'I'm in!'
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The Lake
Apr 15, 2017 18:22:08 GMT
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Post by Child of Lightning on Apr 15, 2017 18:22:08 GMT
Prochorus gestured with his hand. "Let's go then," he said, bringing them behind him.
(OOC: Moving to House 1).
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 15, 2017 18:51:29 GMT
Stelios was taking a stroll towards the lake. He looked out over the sparkling water as he approached, a content expression on his face, not happy, not angry. He had come to almost enjoy the scenery around the camp, much better to the hustle and bustle and the infuriating din of the cities. The gentle breeze rustled his cloak as he walked, his rucksack swinging from his shoulder. His cloak had been repaired by one of the Athena kids after it had been torn by one of the monsters back when he'd been running for the gates. Stelios hadn't really interacted with the other kids besides those who he'd sparred against in the arena. He seemed to get on alright with the children of Ares and Athena as they all had that one key thing in common: fighting. As for the other kids, the children of Aphrodite did their best to avoid him, put off by his harsh features. They also seemed to scowl at him as if he were some sort of old perverted creep. He and the other demigods seemed to move in different circles.
Still though, he was content enough with his current situation despite the fact that he still hadn't opened up much or even introduced himself to anyone. Most people just called him 'mercenary', only Sophia had ever referred to him as Lykos and Iason was too busy trying to come up with annoying nicknames for people it seemed.
As he got nearer the lake, Stelios spotted Prochorus, Sophia and Iason wandering off though they hadn't spotted him. Instead, he just continued onwards and set his rucksack down by his side as he sat by the shore of the lake, gazing out over the water, soaking in the sun. Despite of his love for fighting, it was still nice to have a day off from training every now and then.
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