AN: Not all of the chapters will be as short as the first two. This is just the introduction of the two characters. Also, I have to give credit; I am not the sole writer of this story. This is a co-op piece. I write Onesimus' parts and my partner writes Eris' parts.
Onesimus rubbed the back of his head where it'd been hit. Rayla, the leader of the Athena cabin and the leader of the opposing capture-the-flag team had thrown him out of the cabin (quite literally) after smacking him in the back of the head with the first object she could get her hands onto (which just so happened to be her laptop).
A crowd had gathered outside the cabin as Rayla yelled at Onesimus (once again) about intruding. Onesimus grinned as she yelled which only made her angrier. The spectators at Camp Half-Blood had become used to this sight: Onesimus, a child of Hermes, being yelled at by basically any other cabin's occupants. He always got caught on purpose. It was more fun that way. Besides, since he was consistently caught, everybody believed he was a horrible thief.
Behind Rayla, in the doorway, stood Krea. Well, actually, most of the Athena cabin were in the doorway trying to get a peek at the action, but the only one Onesimus saw was Krea.
"Do you hear me, Onesimus?" Rayla yelled, finishing her rant with the usual "Don't come in here again or else" routine. Had Onesimus and Rayla not been in front of the entire camp, there would have been much more colorful language.
Onesimus' grin widened slightly. "Yeah, I gotcha." He said, with a slight hint of an accent. "Now, is that weekdays only or does it include weekends?" Onesimus said in a way that sounded like he sincerely wanted to know the answer to his question. Rayla's storm-grey eyes sparked with anger as though lightning was running through her pupils. "Okay, I get it: weekends, too." Onesimus said in mock surrender and started backing away.
Rayla turned on her heel and strode angrily back to her cabin. Onesimus caught Krea's eye and winked, putting a sly smile on his face. She blushed slightly and quickly went back into the cabin.
Onesimus walked away with a spring in his step. He slipped the blueprint from his sleeve to make sure it hadn't been damaged when he'd landed on it. He walked happily to the Ares cabin with his spoils.