<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mariam</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207683.msg10270393#msg10270393">Quote from: midnight diamond on 18-07-2014, 02:24:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Mariam1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mariam Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10253399#msg10253399)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong> Demeter<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Campfire<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 23rd, evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Darien<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> wearing black yoga pants, Camp Halfblood t-shirt, black flipflops, black zippered hoodie<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It had been a full day for Mariam, and she was looking forward to finding her bed. Unless, of course, something--or someone--more interesting came along. He had been singing along with the Apollo kids until a short while ago, and now she had stretched her legs out towards the fire, resting her elbows on the seat behind her, content to listen and watch her fellow campers. It was always interesting, people-watching. It was something she didn't often get to do, with everyone here always moving around, hopping from one activity to another, but campfire and meal times were the best places to do so.<br/><br/>She noticed Darien the moment he arrived at the campfire. But then, she <em>always</em> noticed him. He was showing off a pretty fantastic black eye that looked as though it was still a bit sore, and she wondered curiously when he'd managed to get that. Before she was able to lift a hand and wave him over, he disappeared, reappearing next to her and sitting down in the empty space. Mariam jumped, always caught off-guard by his ability to do that, and laughed, flushing a little and playfully swatting his shoulder. "Dammit, Damien!" she exclaimed, her eyes dancing and a grin still tugging on her lips, taking the sting out of her words, "You know I hate it when you do that!" Sitting up as the song ended, she shifted slightly so she was facing him a bit and lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "Not much, really. Terrorizing Justine, as usual." Tilting her head forward, she motioned to his eye, asking teasingly, "What's with the black eye? You Blink yourself into a door or something?" Bumps and bruises, around here, were a common occurrence. She was used to healing a few scrapes and bruises if it meant it would make her fellow campers more comfortable. "I can take care of that, for you," she offered, hoping the firelight would hide the blush that rose in her cheeks, "if you like."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Darien.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Darien Alexander (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10257075#msg10257075)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Hermes<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Campfire<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>9/23, evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mariam, open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>sporting a black eye<br/><hr/>"not a door, some jerkwad's fist," Darien snorted when she brought up the subject of his black eye and how he'd gotten it. He flashed her a wry smile. "Sword and shield class was a little boring this morning so I thought getting my ass kicked might liven things up a little."<br/><br/>The truth was he hadn't done<em>that</em>badly but it was Darien's way to always downplay things. It was like a superstition, as if he let himself get too pleased with himself something would have to come along and take him down a peg or two just so he didn't get a big head. It was also a survival strategy on the street -- the quickest way to make yourself a target was to walk around like you hot shit. It was a far more sensible strategy to be just a guy, one that wouldn't take any crap mind you, but otherwise without a target on your back. Enthusiastic voices launched into a new song and he groaned, clutching his head before rolling off his seat and sprawling out on the ground melodramatically in protest.<br/><br/>"I don't want to hear for hundredth time what color socks granny wore into battle," he bemoaned then rolled over on his back and peeked up at Mariam who had just made her kind offer to do something about her eye. That little blush, it was lethal, and another good reason not to tempt fate and hang around too often but he found he was liking the attention tonight. His tone turned teasing. "Are you going to kiss it and make it better? I think I'd be onboard with that. Though I suppose that whole healing touch thing would work too, however you want to work your magic."<br/>