A Long Day Later (Piper)

[jared hawthorn]

OOC: Sorry for the long wait. Just a very busy week on my part.

Jared changed into a fresh orange Camp Half-Blood shirt after a long day of training. It had been nearly a week since he had discovered. Discovered that his whole life had been a lie. That he was someone else. A half-blood. A son of Zeus. Jared tried the words in his mouth for what felt like the hundredth time, but somehow, he still couldn't quite make them fit. He liked them, they made him sound special, powerful, but not like himself. He hadn't really felt like himself since he'd left his home. Part of that probably sprang from the fact that he didn't entirely understand what precisely it was that a son of Zeus did. He had a feeling working that out might take a little while.

Perhaps that was a question for one of his siblings, more likely it was something he had to work out on his own. And where better to think about that than outside? It was cramped in here and nearly impossible to think with that statue watching him. How did anyone get anything done in there?

[Piper Millie McLean]

OOC: I don't mind. BTW, where is he(cabins, lake, e.t.c.)?
IC:Piper was wearing her everyday casual winter clothes, a long black skirt trimmed with white fur, a Camp Half-Blood T-shirt under a jacket that matched skirt, & earmuffs with the skirt & jacket. To top it off, she had matching boots. She was thinking about how it had been since she got to camp half-blood. Things were different. She was still the same girl, but she was different too. She still loved music & fashiom & all the things she had before, but she was a half-blood. A daughter of Apollo. "I never knew about this world before," said Piper.

OOC: Piper likes to make sure her clothes match sometimes. LOL.

[jared hawthorn]

OOC: He's just outside his cabin. He just walked out.

As Jared walked out of his cabin into the clearing, he noticed a girl standing there, wearing the ubiquitous Camp Half-Blood t-shirt coupled with something a bit more unusual, a skirt and a matching jacket. Seemed a bit fancy for this place to him, but what did he know? He was just one half-blood. Maybe there were others who actually liked dressing up. He highly doubted it. They were hard-wired for battle, not fashion. He'd already picked up THAT much. Maybe it was different for the girls, although this one was certainly the first Jared had seen dressed up quite so...elegantly. Seemed a bit presumptuous to him, like she thought she was something special, better than the rest of them. But what did he know?

The girl said something, something rather obvious to the effect that she'd never known about this second world, suggesting she was new too. He wasn't sure if she was talking to him or herself. If she was talking to him, than maybe not so presumptuous after all. Sure, none of them had known, but admitting it straight out like that took some guts. At least, Jared thought it did. It was entirely possible that here, everyone admitted it.

"You talking to me?" Jared asked, looking up at the girl and noticing absently that, asides from the fancy clothes, she was pretty. Dark-haired, about his age, nice eyes. It didn't mean that much, but she was pretty, "If you were, I don't think any of us did. How could we even begin to imagine? I'm Jared, by the way. Sorry to bust in on whatever was going on in that head of yours."

[Piper Millie McLean]

"Oh, i didn't notice you. I was just thinking about how things had changed since i got here. I'm Piper, daughter of Apollo," Piper smiled. "How new are you? I've been here maybe a week or two. It's kind of hard being new, but it's also a fresh start. When i first got here i was afraid everyone else would hate me. Guess i was wrong, because i've found some friends by now," she said. I always wished these myths were real.
Guess i finally got my wish, she thought. She looked at her outfit. It was a little fancy, but she had to be careful what she wore in winter. Hey, not that this means anything, but he's kinda cute, she thought. But remember girl, looks aren't everything. There's more to a person than meets the eye.