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Maggie, Gaea shall smite you all.
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Sep 01, 2010 03:03PM
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Fiona ushered to the camp with a Hermes guy following her.
Sidney was so happy to see a store at Camp Half Blood. She wondered around, slowly looking at everything there. She looked at t-shirts and necklaces. She waited for someone to talk to her, someone interesting. She kept looking as she waited.
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((sorry, I edited my post))
Sidney left in boredom after she purchased the t-shirt.
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((If so, ask someone to role-play with you...))
((Yeah, but only one of my friends is on this site and I don't really know anyone else...))
Jade walked into the camp store and quietly snuck behind the counter. So far no one saw her. She looked around to see if there was anything good stealing.
A sleeping bag and a water bottle catched Jade's eyes. Sneaky and fast Jade dashed, grabbed the sleeping bag and bottle and ran to her cabin.
Michelle was picking the camp store lock to get inside and steal a sweater she really needed, bt she was broke.
((*caught)) Joe was gazing around the store, looking for some toothpaste that wouldn't taste like shit. The last tube of toothpaste he had purchased had made him gag. He'd given it to Jess so now he was looking for a better flavor.
Michelle inmediately heard someone coming, and desperately tried to act natural covering the lock, but her desperate face gave her away.
Joe saw a girl with a desperate look on her face. He smirked at her, "what's up with you? Did you drop your tube of lipstick through the floorboards?" He asked sarcasticly, smirking again.
Michelle's eyes narrowed at the smirking boy. "None of your business, whoever-you-are." She whirled and accidentally revealed the open lock.
"Well, first of all my name is Joe. Second, if you tell me what your problem is, I bet I can open that lock." He unsheathed his Kandjal with a grin.
Michelle's eyes widened. "You won't...rat on me?" she asked. The first guy who hadn't called Chiron to pick on her.
"I really don't give a damn if you steal anything. It's not like I haven't done it before," he snorted, and grinned. "Now, let me see that lock."
She smiled and let him pass as she asked, "What if I don't give a shit if you steal something?" mockingly taunting.
"Then neither of us give a shit!" He announced quietly as he started to pick at the lock with his blade. When it didn't work, his patient ran out. Taken the blade, he wacked the lock with as much strength as he coukd muster. The lock broke, and he grinned after calling the lock a 'bastard.'
"Wow." She laughed a little and picked a sweater from the pile. "THank you" she said, and whirled out of there. A little notebook the size of a Post-it pile fell out of her pocket.((read it!))
((what does it say?)) Joe looked at the little notebook, and bent down to pick it up. "Hey..." but she was already gone. Shrugging, he picked it up, and flipped through the pages.
((:D where are they? Her diary entries?)) Joe snorted at the interesting comments in this... Diary? He figured that it had to be a diary. He glanced up at the shelf that held bathing supplies. He glanced at several bottles of toothpaste, then made a face, returning to the diary.
Andrea entered the Camp Store, looking for something new. She looked at some t-shirts. "What is that?" she asked Joe. She tried to snatch it but missed.
Joeseph lifted the diary out of her reach. "Nonya," he replied, smirking down at her. ((ugh. This is what Nelson used on me when I asked about his tatoo. *rolls eyes*))
"Whose is that?" Andrea asks, irritated. She hated when people teased her- and knew something she did not. Andrea atempted to reach for it again, snatching it from him and tried to read it.
Easily, Joe had her in a head-lock. His grip wasn't tight, but that coukd change as quickly as a king cobra could strike someone and bite them. "Hand it over," he growled at her. This was his responsibility until he could find the girl and return it. And there was no way in the underworld that he was going to let this obnoxious girl take the diary and red it.
"Fine," she choked. She handed it to him. She never understood why Ares children took everything so seriously. I don't what their problem is, she thought.
Joe smirked, and flipped through the pages again. He studied some cinnamon toothpaste before opening it and squeezing some on his finger. Sniffing the red gel, he turned to tge girl that was testing his patience. "Taste it," he said, moving the finger toward her mouth.
Andrea studied him. Cinnamon toothpaste? she thought. I'll pass. She guessed it probably was some sort of trick. She cleared her throat. "If I say I would not like to taste it, will you force it down my throat?" She studied him, waiting for an answer.
[Is Joe demanding she taste it? Andrea does not particularly like to be forced to do something. I suppose if it would amuse him, she would do it even though he is not necessarily her favorite camper. Strange. Andrea always thinks everyone is her friend. Well, I suppose Joe is definately not her friend.]
((he's like that)) "Possibly," he said, shrugging. He didn't want to end up with crappy toothpaste again. He didn't want to taste crappy tasting toothpaste either.
She stared at the paste, reluctantly. After a minute, she tasted it. She thought for a moment. She did not like it when people forced her to do things, but if he forced her it would not be worth it to refuse.
"Why did you want me to taste it?" Andrea asks, not bothering to say what she thinks of it.
[Joe is making it hard to stay with her personality. Some friend he is. Well, unless he wants to be her friend.]
[Joe is making it hard to stay with her personality. Some friend he is. Well, unless he wants to be her friend.]
[What do you think? Is she too obnoxious? She can be less so.]
((hahaha. Joe isn't exactly friendly anyway)) "Because I don't want to end up with shit in my mouth. How does it taste?" He asked her, not really paying attention to her. His eyes drifted to the shattered lock, and he smirked, hus hand touching his Russian sword. It always did the job for him.
"It tasted fine," Andrea said. She waited for him to let go of her. "Can I go?" She pouted, impatiently. The cinnamon toothpaste was not the best. She hated cinnamon.
Joe snorted at her pout that had no affect on him whatsoever. "Yeah, sure. Just don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya," he said, rolling his eyes. That was his mother's favorite thong to say, especially after she was high. He pushed the girl toward the door, and examined the bottle of toothpaste in his hand.
Michelle wandered in the camp store, looking for the diary. If the Ares boy read my notes in Much Ado About Nothing, he's dead!, she thought wildly.
Joe was smelling the bottle of toothpaste when he saw Michelle. Oh, shit. He gently touched the diary that was in his back pocket.
Michelle inmediately saw the boy. She looked over at him like he was a criminal with various guns in his pockets. She spotted the lump in the back pocket and gasped.
Joe walked toward her with a smirk on his face. "Hey," he said, stuffing his hand in his pockets and ignoring her accusing stares. "Taste this for me?" He handed over the tube of toothpaste.
"Fine" she replied with a smirk, and for one moment, drenched the whole tube on him. Using the moment, she snatched the book form the pocket. "Nice meeting ya!" she shrieked as she ran out.
"Damnit!" He yelled, and he ran after her, drenching in red gel. "Get back here!"
She sprinted to the javelin range, hoping to lose him on the way. She was fast.
((pouyf?))Joe ran after her, and prepared to pounce on her when she could. She was fast, but he was strong.
