<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Darien</div><div class="spoiler_body"><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/></div></div><br/><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/><hr/><br/>Mariam laughed at his response and shook her head. She found it hard to believe that Damien would have difficulty sparring, but stranger things had happened in this place. "Well, getting your ass kicked usually does," she answered, knowing full well how it felt. She'd been battered and bruised in sword and shield practice more times than she could count. She didn't particularly<em>like</em>it, but it was a useful skill to have, being a demigod and all.<br/><br/>When the Apollo kids broke into song again, Damien's reaction had her giggling, and she leaned over slightly, bracing one hand against the bench seat she was sitting on to better see Damien from where he lay on the ground. His flirtatious response to her question had her blush deepening, and she gave her curls a toss. "Why not?" she challenged him, that blush still in place, "My lips will heal just as well as my hands do." Tilting her head slightly, she added after a moment, "I think they will, anyway. Never actually tried. But," Mariam's eyes found Darien's again, "it couldn't hurt to try. First time for everything, yadda yadda."