Chapter 1 is here! Yay! This one introduces three questers. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO/HoO, etc, etc.

The Unclaimed Cabin was much larger than the others, with high limestone walls and a domed roof. Recently, Jordan O'Reily, one of three cabin councillors, had decorated it to impress Rosemary Hill, the sort-of-daughter of Persephone.

If the cabin looked like Jordan thought it did- an Italian style garden wall with roses and passion flowers climbing up the stone- then Rose would be hers in no time.

Then again Rose probably didn't have time to notice Jordan's three weeks of redecorating, what with her tour guiding the Roman focus group and all. Romans could be incredibly inconvenient when they wanted to be.

Speaking of Romans….

"And this is the Arts and Crafts tent," a low, musical voice floated towards Jordan's bench by the kiln. In her peripheral vision, she could spy a shock of white hair followed by a group of five uncomfortable looking Romans come through the tent flap. "It's usually manned by the Hephaestus, Vulcan to you lot, cabin. But when they're busy, the satyrs, or fauns, head it. Unfortunately most of the statutory tools are being used by the- Oh, hey Jordo!"

The Egyptian girl arm jerked, accidently knocking the kiln heat to maximum. She screamed out a curse, something she wouldn't normally do, and pulled her arm out of the pot just before the flames rose up. "Ow ow ow!"

One of the Romans, a short Mexican girl with slanted, blue eyes, grabbed the fire extinguisher from where it was rolling in the paint section. She squeezed the trigger, Jordan spun out of the way to avoid a jet of foam.

"What? You're afraid of a little fire?" A Roman, probably an ex-supporter of that scrawny Pointy Max guy, scoffed. Only when he looked away, did Jordan send her best death glare in his direction.

"Listen here, sunshine," Rose jabbed a dark finger in his face, her Welsh accent becoming more and more prominent. "If you're not gonna play nice, you'd better get out of my Camp."

"Our Camp," Jordan corrected tentatively. Though it was times like this, when Rose defended her, that she felt like she had a chance.

Rose turned to her, as if only just noticing Jordan standing there with an extinguisher foam moustache. "What? Oh, yeah. Our Camp," she spun back to the Roman, glaring with poison green eyes. "Go back to your boss, you're a waste of time."

"As are you."

Punch!

Rose clutched her hand to her stomach and let out a long gasp. She faced the other Romans who were staring at her in shock, apart but the short girl who put out the fire was hiding a little smile. The boy who'd insulted her was doubled over on the floor. "Come along, you miserable lot," Rose groaned, cradling her fist. "Lots to see."

On the way out of the art tent, she turned to the short girl, "do all of you have metal stomachs?"

John Talbot slammed his book down on the tree branch, hoping that the gaggle of annoyances below would take the hint. The sound was unheard over their giggling.

"Have you seen what Holly's wearing?" The rest of the group hmmmmed in harmony.

One girl, Alison Something-or-other, took her hair out of her mouth. "She's wearing orange."

.An older girl with a wiry build hidden under her loose designer cardigan frowned at Alison. By the almost reverent looks she received, she would be the leader. "What?" She raised a pencilled eyebrow, under the pencil she had hardly any eyebrows at all.

Alison hastily backtracked, a sign that she wanted the approval of this group. It wasn't surprising, most of the group were her family. Her boots were only buttoned halfway, she would've hurried to be first out of the Aphrodite cabin to impress her siblings. She also had biro marks on her fingers, the longest one her right hand from between her thumb index finger, indicating that she had been writing (left handed) before being rushed out of her cabin. "I mean, the orange doesn't flatter her skin tone."

Pencil-Brows smiled at her, but the one end of her mouth curled down. "Uh, huh. It makes her look like a jack-o-lantern," she turned to her audience of five, "am I right?"

Over the giggly agreements, John was seriously considering dropping The Return Of The King by J.R.R Tolkien on their heads. The only reason he didn't was because he hadn't finished it yet.

"You know what?" Allison leapt to her feet. John leaned back into the trunk of the tree, putting his book on his knees and steepling his fingers. "You're- you're- you're horrible!"

John decided to call the boy that spoke next Vaseline because of his shining face. Vaseline let out a laugh, "we're only trying to help!"

John tried to tune out the rest of the argument, turning back to page 135, but he failed miserably. It hadn't even been three minutes before he climbed back down his tree, careful not to twist his perpetually sprained foot. He wasn't staying anywhere near that group for anything less than a million dollars.

Things were bad even before Alex asked Nadie where Will Solace was.

Alex Vitale was another demigod in the Unclaimed family. From the moment she entered Camp Half Blood, she'd been infatuated with the Apollo cabin and the Apollos- narcissists that they were- accepted her as a surrogate sister. She spent more time with the Apollos than with the Unclaimed, so Nadie wasn't particularly fond of her.

She pulled her coat tighter around her- winter was coming and Nadie had been feeling the chill for over four months- and motioned for Alex to start again.

"I haven't seen Will all day," Alex ran a hand through her hair. "He didn't show up for his 9:00 shift, I was there until his shift ended with his soda, and I asked Kay if she'd seen him. She said that he's been on the track field with the Hades freak all morning. So I went there and neither of them were there."

Nadie blew on her hands to warm them up. "You've told Chiron haven't you?"

Alex looked down, blonde hair hiding her face. "You don't get it. Will is gone!"

So, chapter one, introduced three important characters. What do you think?

Also, this is really weird, I was in the supermarket the other day, when the shop started playing Gangnam Style. The beat was really loud, and soon enough the whole shop was covered in people shopping to the beat. Literally nobody could move without doing it to the beat. It was terrifying.

Also, if your character is OOC, tell me so I can fix it.