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Post by Caly Meer on Apr 3, 2012 9:23:18 GMT -5
(oh, sorry for not replying. life kicked me in the butt, xD)
"Well, welcome to camp Scott. I'm Caly Meer, the camp director." She replied with a smile. "Yes, having Mr. D and Chiron around would be nice. But we'll manage I suppose. Mr.D runs on his own schedule, so we probably can't expect him back for a while. Heck, he could be gone a century." (short, but I'm still busy)
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Scott
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I will stay, less I pay...
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Post by Scott on Apr 3, 2012 21:28:56 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you." Scott nodded to Caly. "Anyways, I've never heard of Diet Coke. What is it?" The son of Hades did NOT want to sound stupid, but he was more curious than embarresed at that moment, and just wanted to know. "Is that a weapon or something?" Wait. That was stupid. If Diet Coke was a weapon, then why was Ginger drinking it?
"Not a weapon! Just...Ya know..." Scott had no idea what to say. "Uh...Food of some sort, I'm guessing."
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Post by Lamia on Apr 7, 2012 21:52:02 GMT -5
Lamia rolled her eyes as Lycaeus introduced her for her. It got annoying, but at least she didn't have to do it. She walked over to the fridge and grabbed a can. "Yeah, it's a drink." She tossed it over to Scott. "Try it." Experience was the best way to learn, and she was too impatient to be teaching. Besides, hanging out with a bunch of people who were eager to chat wasn't her thing, and she was contemplating leaving.
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Scott
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Post by Scott on Apr 8, 2012 13:44:30 GMT -5
Scott opened up the can difficultly, then took a sip. "Hmm...Not half bad." He said as he looked inside the Diet Coke can. "So...Camp Half Blood is a camp for kids with greek god parents?" Scott was trying to get all the facts strait. He might not be the bestest friend there ever will be, or the best listener, but he tried to fit in the crowd, even though his gaze was cold and his temper was fiery.
(Don't know what to post XD)
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Post by Ginger on Apr 9, 2012 18:26:12 GMT -5
Ginger nodded, "It's basically a safehaven for all Demigods, nymphs and satyrs." She took another sip of her drink. "Unless they die, or just decide not to come." She said, "Or if Mr. D runs them over with his truck..." She added, absentmindedly picking at a thread that was unraveling on her tank top.
Mr. D's gonna kill us when he finds out we've been drinking his Coke... She thought, taking another sip. She shrugged, she'd been in trouble with him before and she'd be in it again soon enough. Wasn't to big a deal.
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Post by Lamia on Apr 10, 2012 23:04:12 GMT -5
Lamia remained silent, glancing towards the fridge. When Mr. D returned, they had better had cleared out by then. New kids shouldn't get into trouble. Or...she wasn't going to get into trouble. Since when did she start caring for others? "I'm going to go train." She commented to no one in particular before slipping away out of the room like a shadow.
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Post by Ginger on Apr 22, 2012 15:26:29 GMT -5
Ginger watched Lamia leave before turning to smile at Scott, "So has anyone showed you around Camp yet?" She asked curiously. If they had missed is arrival, it was pretty likely they'd forgotten to show him where he could and couldn't go, where the boundries were, all that fun stuff.
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