<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Duke1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Duke Parker. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10249160#msg10249160)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Athena.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Lake.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 21st, 4:32 Free Time.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lux, Open.<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Tank, Pants, and Chain. (http://imageshack.us/a/img841/6607/8dqqv.jpg) Uniform Taken Off temporarily.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>This had been a specficially stressful morning for Duke, and for no reason in particular. Perhaps that's what drove him craziest, the fact that there was no trigger this time. It had just happened, minutes after waking up, and had not relented since. The pain that shot through his head had returned, and done so with a vengance, taking Duke completely off-guard. When it came, there was no stopping it unless something drastic happened, or someone with the sufficiant skill helped him. Yet today was not a day where something like that was available for him. He'd woken up with everyone else, had his breakfast and attended his classes, but today was a uniquely busy one. There were more people than usual, more claimed sons and daughters of the Gods, all arriving at once. While the thought made him genuinly happy, he could not linger upon it. There were more pressing matters.<br/><br/>At around 9 A.M he tried to drop in for a visit to the infirmary, figuring a Nymph or a child of Apollo could nip the pain in the bud early on, yet there was a kid dying from Chimera venom and everyone seemed to be occupied with that. Duke simply turned around and left. The man needed more attention than he did, and Duke had survived longer times before. He'd manage...or so he convinced himself anyways. He struggled through the rest of the day, class after another until he was finally reaching his peak. The pain had only gotten worse as time went on, and finally he snapped. His friends and Cabin mates were crouded around him during a game of Capture the Flag, and everyone was relying on Duke to direct. This was his forte, after all. Never has a team lost this game under Duke's leadership.<br/><br/>"What should we do now?"<br/>"We can probably flank them from the other side, cut around the oak trees and circle the water."<br/>"What do you think Duke?"<br/>"Should we just charge forward and go for a steal?"<br/><br/>Question after question thrown at him, his head constantly and automatically coming up with hundreds of answers to each one. He couldn't turn it off anymore, the pain was like a sharp knife digging through his skull inch by inch. "Ramirez, come here." He motioned for a son of Ares, quickly taking off his team captain uniform and handing it over to the large, Mexican man. "Lead for the rest of the game, I have to do something." His words were spoken through clenched teeth, and without further explanation Duke made his way out of the forest and back to camp. He'd left himself with just a black tank-top he wore underneath, a signature chain he liked to wear wrapped around his neck, a pair of white pants and Vans. He needed to get away, if just for a bit, and he knew where he would find some peace and quiet.<br/><br/>Duke made a B-Line for the lake on the outskirts of the camp, figuring that people would be far too busy making new friends or meeting the new kids to bother for a swim at this time. He came here with Jamal and Chester often, when they were coming up with another scheme or when they wanted to go for a swim with the Aphrodite girls. Right now though, Jamal would be the worst thing to have next to him. The guy didn't shut up sometimes, and it'd only make his headache worse. Finally he reached his destination, and he walked along the large wooden deck that extended into the lake. It was often used as a pathway form which you dive, but Duke simply sat down and let his feet dangle into the water, taking off his shoes carefully and placing them to the side. His hands reached up to rub his temples, trying to ease the pain in his head, before his eyes glanced something.<br/><br/>For a second, perhaps because of his headache, or perhaps because his eyes were deceiving him, he thought he'd seen a Mermaid. A beautiful, slender, blonde Mermaid.