I guess teenage themes in this?

The size of the loogie Jayne hocked up could have blinded a child. He watched it fly across the water and land with a small plop as he zipped up his pants.

"I really wish you wouldn't do that," the naiad below him frowned.

"What? Spit in your bed or finish in your mou-"

"You know what I mean, son of Ares." The water spirit began to flow backwards slowly. "I don't understand why you do that."

Jayne shrugged as he brought his feet up on the dock and began to tug his socks back on. "It's fun to watch the fish come up to it like fuckin' moths and flame."

"If you want a fish so bad," the spirit waved her hand and formed a bubble of water around a small trout. "Here!"

The demigod rolled his eyes and stood up, adjusting himself in his shorts. He looked down at the naiad. "I gotta go meet Chiron. There's a new camper I gotta show the ropes to." His grin was a little malicious. "Hopefully I can show the squirt what makes me the big guy on campus." He cracked his knuckles and began to walk towards the Big House. He was hoping this new kid would be claimed by Ares, he was running out of fresh meat to fight. It's always fun to initiate his new siblings by tussling on the wrestling mat or hunting them down during capture the flag. A little friendly fire never hurt anyone. Well, anyone wearing armor, at least. As he neared the end of the dock, he turned around, effortlessly walking backward as he called, "Same time next Thursday?"

The naiad sunk below the waters, a small air bubble popping at the surface was the only indication she was ever there.

Crap, it was another girl. Jayne wasn't not fond of girls, he just preferred ones that were easy to look at. Or fight. Generally, girls that were ugly could hold thier own in a sword fight or stand for more than a minute in a wrestling match against him. At least the girls in his cabin could, and most of them were a little on the ugly side. But as he neared the Big House, Jayne saw Mr. D and Chiron talking with a short and fat woman; she was wearing a backpack and had a little roller suitcase next to her. Wasn't this new kid supposed to be a year-round head councilor like him? She only has one damn suitcase? Her back was to him as she leaned against the railing of the porch. She was wearing jeans (in this heat?), and an old t-shirt. She had her hair up in a ponytail and tucked into a hat. Jayne gritted his teeth and crossed his fingers that someone summoned a kobalo and it went after this little green shit.

"Ah, Jayne, there you are!" Chiron smiled down at him in his natural form. "This is our newest councilor, Elizabeth Craft." The girl turned around and smiled up at Jayne. Ew. "Ms. Craft, this is Jayne Cobb, acting head councilor of the Ares cabin, and another year rounder such as yourself."

Jayne watched the young woman stick her arm out, he watched her upper arm wobble.

"Nice to meet you, Jayne!" He sneered, and used the tip of his tongue to clean the back of his top canine. This poor little thing was going to be eaten alive, not just in capture the flag or in day to day activities, but by any camper who laid eyes on her. She oozed naïveté and purity; she's probably never even seen through the Mist before. He would have smiled at the thought had he not been keeping a scowl on his face. No need to be chummy with someone who didn't even know what was going on. He heard a quick tapping sound.

Looking down to the floor of the deck, he saw Elizabeth's left foot tapping incessantly on the wood- she still held her hand out in greeting and had put her own form of sneer on. Her head was cocked and her eyebrows raised. Clearly she was not going to withdraw. He continued to ignore her and addressed the superiors.

"She been claimed yet?"

"No she has not, but I'm sure she can find her own way around." Elizabeth's mocking tone was unpleasant to his ears. She picked up her suitcase and began to retreat but stopped when Chiron called.

"Uhm, Ms. Craft, we haven't told you where you'll be staying."

"Where will I be staying, Mr. Chiron?" She pushed a button and the handle on her suitcase retracted.

"For now you will be housed in cabin 11, the house of Hermes," he trotted a little, re-administering his weight. "Hermes watches over all travelers. We expect you will be claimed tonight at the campfire."

"Sounds good!" She turned to leave again.

"Ms. Craft, you cannot just go..."

"You are absolutely right, Mr. Chiron." Elizabeth brushed past Jayne, but he kept his arms crossed stiff so that his elbow hit her heartily in the shoulder. He heard a small grunt come from her and he smiled to himself. Elizabeth once again held out her hand, this time, to Mr. D. "Lord Dionysus, it has been an honor and a privilege to meet you." Mr. D simply humphed and walked away. She smiled and lowered her hand. "No worries, Mr. Chiron. From what I've been told and watched in the orientation film, I should be able to learn the ins and outs of the camp just fine on my own."

Jayne kept his tree like stance and didn't budge as she bumbled past, he glimpsed her hat. It had white cursive on the front and he think he saw the word "Shakespeare". He listened to her suitcase hit every step down the porch as she drug it along behind her; a small patch of sweat the size of a quarter already making an appearance on the small of her back.

He couldn't wait to see how she adjusted to camp.

"What do you mean she hasn't been claimed yet?!" Jayne sat at the pinochle table on the wraparound porch of the Big House. Mr. D was playing solitaire on one side of him while Chiron crossed his arms and stared at nothing, deep in thought.

"Precisely that, Jayne." Chiron inhaled deeply. "She is 22 and has never been claimed, never moved homes or even schools, and is convinced both the people who raised her are her birth parents." Jayne could see the gears rotating in Chiron's ancient head, but it seems even he didn't know what was going on. "She appears to believe everything we have told her and is taking it very well. But claims she has no recollection of ever even seeing a monster in her youth."

At this Mr. D let out a sharp and quick laugh. Jayne glanced at him as he reshuffled the deck. "Memories can be easily swayed."

Chiron raised a brow. "Mr. D, are you suggesting you know the origins of the child?"

The deity sneered. "Oh please. I've never met the child before. I'm just saying there could be multiple reasons little Emily Post has gone this long without being claimed."

The table was quiet, the only noise being the quick thwacking of the cards as Mr. D laid them out in rows. "You up for another round of pinochle yet, Chiron?"

Chiron had his fingers arched and lips pursed, his ancient eyes seemingly lost as they stared at the worn table. Jayne banged his hand on the surface, "Horse-Man! D is talking to you!"

Chiron looked up and shook himself from his daze. "My apologies, what were you saying?"

Jayne squinted at him. "Where your thoughts off to, old man?" Chiron smiled a little sadly but said nothing. "...there another big prophecy we don't know about?" He whispered. Jayne felt his back tingle a little and straighten subconsciously.

"No, nothing like that, child. There are just a lot of thoughts in this ancient head of mine." Chiron smiled a little wider, his back legs tapping a bit as he shifted. "Now that I think about it, we should play a hand, Mr. D!"

Mr. D rolled his eyes and begrudgingly scooped up the cards he had already began to order around.