Hey! Another update, like I promised. Making up for late updates! TeamPiper wrote the idea! Oh! Someone a few reviews back asked how I can have writers block on an idea I didn't come up with. The answer to that? Some ideas, if they don't truly stick out to me, I can't put them into words. With the idea for chapter 10 of Camp Half Titan, it was so well-detailed, that I could put it into words easily. I'm still dealing with minor writers block, but I have Adele and One Direction on shuffle :3. On with the chapter!

D: I just realized I haven't done a Disclaimer in a while... so I do not own Percy Jackson, or anything else. Or the idea for the chapters.

AJ's POV:

I woke up at I'm guessing... around 8 or 9 or so AM. Not being a morning person, I roll over onto my side, pop my earbuds in my ears, and pull the pillow over my head.

"5 more minutes, mom..." I grumble even though she's not here, unless you consider Ray as my mom... And that's a little creepy, if you think about it. Ugh, I can't even think about that without tasting my dinner from yesterday again.

After Ray attempts to wake me up again - failing, - he gives up and jumps on top of me and ruffles my hair.

"Get up you little munchkin!" I have no idea where the Hades that came from.

"I'm up, I'm up!" I toss him off of me and onto the ground. He curses under his breath and stands up again, straightening his leather jacket.

"Good. Didn't wanna pull out the dog slobber on you." he laughs, and its so funny I do too.

I throw myself onto my feet, and walk into the girls room.

Bay sits on her bed, tossing a ball of fire from hand to hand as if it was a toy.

Mac was drinking a bottle of water, sitting on another bed.

"Hey AJ," she says, taking a drink from her bottle.

I ignore her and walk over to Eme's bed, pulling the covers off her. "Eme, we've got to catch the train at 11:15. Get up."

"Merr..." she ignores me and pulls the covers tighter over her head.

"Gods..." I mutter. "Will!" he walks past, drinking a bottle of Coke.

"Need some help?" he asks.

I nod. He walks in and thrusts his hand between the box-spring and the mattress. I do the same.

"On 3," I say, tilting the mattress a bit. "1... 2... 3!" We roll her bed over and she falls to the floor with a squeal.

"What was that for?" she shouts. Bay and Mac snicker, and Bay extinguishes her flames.

"Ha," she laughs, walking over to us.

Eme rolls onto her side, grabs the edge of the bed, and hoists her self up.

"Not. Funny." she growls. "Does it look like I'm laughing?" then we start laughing at her attempt to glare at us. She gives in and starts laughing at herself also.

She walks over to her bag, pulls out a pair of jeans and a black and yellow tank top, and walks into the bathroom. A few minutes later, she walks out with them on, and stuffs her pajamas into her bag.

I realize I'm in only my boxers after a bit... and blush crimson red as Mac laughs at me. "Oh my gods! Spongebob! Really!" Will laughs his head off, and I glare and run back to our room.

I slide into my blue jeans and fix my hair messily, then slip into an evergreen tight-fittingish t-shirt.

We pack up all our stuff, and walk out of the hotel room, locking the door behind us.

Written by TeamPiper:

10:00 am

"Cosa vuoi dire? Abbiamo bisogno di questi biglietti! Per favore, noi deve arrivare a Roma!" Bay was saying. I had no idea what she was saying, because she was speaking Italian.

The guy at the ticket booth rolled his eyes and said "Kid Ci dispiace, ma fino ad ottenere il denaro, non è possibile ottenere su questo treno."

Bay walked back to us, and said "We don't have enough money. We can't get on until we can cough up another 125 bucks"

"How are we going to get that kind of money?" Will asked. Eme's face lit up.

"Like this!" she said, pulling Will's hat right off his head.

"Eme, what are you doing?" Ray asked her, as she threw the hat, facing upwards a few feet in front of her.

"Doing what I can do best!" she said, with a smile.

Then, I realized what she was doing. Eme was becoming a street performer. She started singing a familiar song, and got a little louder every second. By the chorus, she had a circle of people around her as she belted out.

"We could've had it all
Rollin in the deep!" she sang.

Even though she said she was an alto, she had a remarkable range. She sang this song in a full belt, and I got chills listening to her.

She finished the song, and a few people came up and gave her a few dollars. I motionened to her to keep going. She far me a smile.

She did some songs I recognized like Mean, Set Fire to the Rain, and Dynamite but I few that I'd never heard before, but she knew like the back of her hand. I think they were something like Ireland, On My Own, and Seasons of Love (I'm guessing it's broadway stuff).

There was a group of teenage boys, who were staring at her. It took me a few seconds, but they were checking her out. Yeah, no. They weren't coming close to her. Mac noticed this too.

She walked over to Eme, and whispered something in her ear. Eme nodded, but looked uncertain.

"What did you tell her?" I ask Mac as she walks back over.

"Well, those guys were checking her out, so I figured to take advantage of it"

I didn't know what she ment, but the first line to get next song told me exactly what she ment. Eme took off her hoodie, and reveled her yellow tank top. She sang

"Look at my ass, look at my this! I'm catnip to the guys!" This was a stripper song from some show she loved (Legally Blonde?).

The guys watched her as she moved former anorexic body into positions that even Will wanted to take a peek at. She finished the song (thankfully) and those boys came up to her, and put about 20 dollars in the hat!

Eme looked embarrassed and pulled her hoodie right back on. She ran back over to us.

"Guys, I feel like a freaking prostitute. Do I have to keep going?"

Bay looked into the hat, and her smile faded a bit.

"Sorry Eme, we need a bit more." Bay said, feeling bad for her. Eme sighed and went back out there.

As she started singing again, those guys walked up to her. One reached his hand down a bit, and I watched as he grabbed her butt and pinched it.

Eme let out a yelp, jumped forward. Another guy did the same thing. She stopped singing, and said "Please stop." with her eyes on the floor".

"Oh come on, babe," one of the guys said. "Just a few minutes?"

"No sir, please stop," she begged. He put a tight grip on her arm and started dragging her the other way.

By now, I was pissed off. But, not as much as Bay. I charged up to this guy, and threw a punch at him straight in the nose.

"What the fuck dude!" he said.

"Stay. Away. From. My. Friend!" I snarled. He started to walk away, but Bay still wanted a turn at this.

"You bastard! You can't just go up to random girls you don't know and hit on them! If you ever try this again, I will hit you in the balls so hard you'll wish you were dead,"

The guy backed up, and I collected Eme in my arms. She let out a small sob, but held it in. She was so innocent. Her mind was so young compared to the rest of us.

"You okay?" I ask her.

"Yeah, fine. Let's just get on this train." she said, the pep totally drained from her voice.

The rest of the gang didn't say anything when we got back.

"Well, we need another 25 bucks," Bay says. She gets a smug look on her face, and says "Κάντε διπλό!" which I translate to 'double!'. The money quickly doubles, and we have 200 dollars!

"Bay, is that save?" Ray asks.

"No, but do you want it or not?" And that's how we got all the money we needed.

So, in a few minutes, we were cramped into a box set of a train.

Eme fell right asleep, and was crashed out hard. This was a good time to tell Bay.

"Bay, we need to tell you something" I say. She nodds. "Well, a line of the prophecy is 'The daughter of song will be hurt the most' which we all know means Eme. We decided that was have to kind of look out for her. So, if you could help us with that..."

"Yeah. I can do that," Bay says. "Why can't she know?"

"Because Eme doesn't like to be babied. She gets into stuff like this all the time, but always says she can get out of it. She never can,"

Bay was about to respond, when Eme's eyes fluttered open.

"Who wants to see a picture of a goat hanging off a power line!" she says as she wakes up.

Only Eme.

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That night we decided to sleep in shifts. My eyes slowly fluttered asleep knowing that Will would be a good watchman.

My dream was something that I never thought I would ever dream of.

I wasn't part of it, but I watched myself in it. As I I were watching a movie I stared in.

I was finishing a letter, in what looked like a was shelter. I was behind a giant baracade. I see myself look up at a soldier. He looked extremely small, and un-manly. Dream me looked shocked, and yelled out "Eponine! What are you doing?"

I realized what this was. I was Marius in Les Mis. I knew this so well because of Eme. This was the French revalution.

"Please, take this to my love," Eponine, dressed up like a dude, looked a little upset, but ran out.

My dream shifted to a few hours later. I was bent over Eponine, who was bleeding. Bad.

"You know Misure Marius, I do believe that I was a little bit in love with you." and her eyes shut closed from death overcoming her.

When I looked at Eponine's face, I saw a recognizable face. It was Eme.

I bolted awake, by Will shaking me. He said one word that made me go into panic mode.

"Cyclops."

Hey! :D LONGEST CHAPTER EVER! Sorry for errors, I had to update at 11:44 PM. I'll edit and re upload tomorrow.

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~PerseusSlayerOfMedusa