It seemed, that this particular morning, there was a new kid who didn't understand that you cannot, under any circumstances, sit at the hades table unless you are Nico DiAngelo, his sister, or one of his close friends.
The strange boy had black hair past his shoulders, the style in a small ponytail. He wore hipster-style black rectangle gasses perched on his proportionate nose.
He did not eat much, simply a slice of bacon with some toast, along with glass of water. The by was pale as death itself too. But there was no way he was a child of Hades so it was obvious he just must be a new camper. Of course, the other evidence pointed to that conclusion as well, for example, he was wearing a grey jacket, styled after a suit coat, except there were medium sized pockets that almost looked like ammo pouches on the chest and bottom.
Said bottom half of this piece went down to his hips and the collar of this coat was pulled up, resembling the style of Sherlock Holmes's coat when he was trying to be cool. He also wore a yellow long sleeved shirt with the buttons undone enough to see the black T-Shirt snugly fitting his chest. This collar was also turned up.
Yes, many were staring at his top half. The teen had his legs crossed, one loafered shoe tapping against his yellow trouser clad leg as though he were very impatient for breakfast to be over so he could do something important with brown belt was occasionally flashing in the morning light.
After Chiron's usual announcement, Percy had taken it upon himself to help the new kid before Nico came and sent him away to be on the list of the most colourful things in the Underworld.
Standing up, the Son of Poseidon walked over to the Hades Table, and tapped the boy's grey-clad shoulder.
Said boy stiffened at the contact and nodded for Percy to go on with what he wanted to say.
"Hey man, sorry if your cabin mates didn't tell you, but you should really get up before the Son of Hades comes for breakfast."
The boy stood up abruptly, both brown loafers smacking against the ground.
"PERSEUS ACHILLES JACKSON THIS IS MY TABLE AND I WILL SIT HERE."
The boy turned his scarily calm-but-still-pissed-face to Percy as he yelled and the Son of Poseidon was shocked. 'N-Nico?"
"EH?" Yelled most of the camp, interjecting on the goings on of that table.
Angry pitch black eyes stared at the Jackson boy. Finally the hipster-version of Nico calmed down to explain. "Persephone and Demeter. I didn't want to eat the Fruit Loops."
"I am so sorry man. After breakfast, I'll call Thalia and we can go gruesomely kill some stuff to make you feel better then go for a bite at McDonalds. No worries. I got your back."
