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Thanks to my beta, Iz, for helping me out, as per usual! And crap. It's been like, three months or something. I'm gonna attempt to post regularly, but so far, it's not workin out. I had writer's block for a while, then I got a cold, and my allergies didn't really help either, so yeah. Plus, I was busy with To Be A Friend, The Mansion, Of Evil Plot Bunnies and Hot Characters, Prank Wars (crap), and yeah. But you didn't click this to read about my life's useless crap, you wanted a chapter, so ON WITH EL STORIO!
"Oh, and that one's the Hypnos cabin!" Acacia added, pointing to the specific cabin. I couldn't really respond, since then, she pointed to another one and said, "Never forget about the Nike cabin!"
So obviously, I was still being towed along. All the tugging made me face-plant a bunch of times, but Acacia didn't seem to notice it through her excitement. Then her eyes widened, and she pointed over to to kids—a boy who looked around my age or so, and a girl probably in high school—excitedly.
"OOOH, you have to meet Nico! And Annabeth! They can tell you all about Percy and everyone else! They know him the best minus Grover!" she said, pulling me along. I didn't even notice those two were there before she pointed over to them. They looked kinda familiar. Well, sort of, I've never actually seen their faces or anything, but just like, their outline or something. I don't know, it's just a feeling.
They had sort of grim expressions. They looked like they were having a serious conversation before we got here.
"I'm telling you Nico, something serious is going on! You have to talk to your dad!"
"And I'm telling you that nothing's happening! And I bet he won't even listen to me!"
"Of course he will, your his son!"
"Oh, look how well that fact helped me out. Look, Annabeth, I'll look into it, but I swear—"
"Hi guys!" Acacia interrupted. "This is Nicky, a new camper!"
The boy, Nico, blinked as if he was thinking about something. Then he seemed to realize something, and I swear I could hear the ding! sound, but he didn't say or mention anything about it. The girl, Annabeth, looked like she was doing the same. After a few awkward moments, I waved my hand in front of their faces.
"Hello? Anyone home?" I asked, knocking on Nico's head. "Hello-o?"
Nico scowled at me, irritated, and knocked my hand away. Annabeth blinked again, and seemed to have regained her senses.
"Hi, I'm Annabeth Chase," she greeted. "Daughter of Athena, Cabin Six." She stared at my with stormy gray eyes, that made me squirm a bit. They looked cold and calculating, as if they were analyzing me like a blueprint, seeing right through me. She elbowed Nico.
"My name's Nico di Angelo," he muttered, rather lamely.
"Uh, well my name is—"
"This is Nicky!" Acacia repeated. "I'm showing her around! But I'm wondering if you guys can tell her all about Percy and his quests and stuff! I mean, since you were like, there most of the time."
It was a really awkward moment for, probably all of us. Well, except for Acacia, who kept talking, not pausing once. Does that girl even breathe?
"Oh, and remember that time when you came back from the Labyrinth? That was so cool!" she finished, about five minutes later.
"Heh heh, err . . . ." Annabeth said awkwardly. "Right Acacia."
"Talk about annoying," Nico muttered. He got another rib. I wouldn't be surprised if he had a big bruise there in the morning.
Suddenly, Acacia stiffened a bit, and said, "Gotta go, I think there's something near my tree! See you all later!"
She then proceeded to run off into the woods. The silence was uncomfortable, and made me squirm a bit on the inside. You could just feel the awkward.
"So . . . ." Annabeth trailed off. She asked to Nico, "I guess we should start with Percy's quest when he first came to camp?"
He shrugged in response, and said, "I dunno what he did that year. I mean, I've heard of it, but no one really tells me . . you know, everything. I met him . . . actually, I don't know what year he was in when I met him, actually."
"I think year three," Annabeth said, furrowing her eyebrows. She smirked a little bit and said, "You were kinda like Acacia when we met you."
He rolled his eyes and scowled at her, but I could swear he was blushing a bit.
"Yeah, well . . . I was just a stupid kid. It's different now."
"Um," I intruded awkwardly. "Still here you know."
"Er, right, right . . ." Annabeth said. "How about we get Percy to tell you instead? It's his story, anyway. Nico, go and get Per— "
"Look," I started. "It's fine. You don't have to do anything, really. Just . . . . just show me to where I'm staying, I guess."
Nico looked a bit relieved, while Annabeth just looked at me with another calculating stare.
"Well, right now, you're not claimed by your godly parent yet," she explained, still looking at me. "So you'll stay in the guest cabin. Follow me."
We walked over to the cabins. There was one at the very end, the simplest one of them all. A cabin that you would expect to be at a regular camp, not a place like this. It was a plain white, but not so white that it'd blind you. More like, it would blend into the background.
"Since the gods swore to claim their kids, we don't need anything bigger than one small cabin.," she explained. "You have one cabin mate, but you two will probably be claimed soon, so unless you have the same parent, you don't really have to get used to each other."
She knocked on the door, and called out, "Vendetta! You have a new roommate!" There was a thud, and a girl, her black hair in a rat's nest, opened up.
"Hi," she muttered sleepily. "Welcome to casa de newb. I'm gonna be your roommate for a while, apparently."
Annabeth nodded, and said, "Well, I have to go find Percy to discuss Capture the Flag tactics for this Friday. Hope you two will be there."
I blinked, and it took me a couple of seconds—minutes?—to remember that it was . . . Tuesday? I'd completely forgotten, with everything that happened.
"Uh, sure?" I replied. "I guess." Annabeth seemed somewhat satisfied with that answer, and went off in the direction of the baby blue house I came out of when I first woke up.
I was just standing there stiffly, not really sure what to do. Nico looked the same way after a couple seconds.
"Well, I'm going to go . . . visit Mrs. O'Leary or something," he muttered, walking toward the trees. I thought he was king of the crazies around here, since he was running directly to a tree, but that though vanished when he did.
"Show off," Vendetta muttered. "He does that practically all the time, now that he's got that down for the most part. Well, enough talking out here, come on in then. Why don't we 'get to know each other', or whatever crud you're supposed to do? My name's Vendetta, obviously. Vendetta Romero. Come on in, I'll show you around your new home."
I walked into my new cabin warily, not knowing if this is going to be my new home . . . or my death.
Hehe, couldn't resist the dramatic momento. Thank you for reading, I shall try to update ASAP . . . if I can finally get some inspiration. Good gods, this sorta sucks every time I read it over. *sigh* Ah well, I'll live with it I suppose. Sorry it's so short, I'll try to fix that in the future. Thanks again, and I'd love to hear your opinions!