<div align="center"><em>Vincent </em></div><hr/><hr/><br/><strong>"I'll keep an eye out for him and make sure to call him a goat boy when I find him..."</strong><br/>A light smile spread across his face to announce his amusement. Listening to her as she began to speak of one of the cabins that interested him the most out of all of them. Vincent returned his eyes to the smoking cabin with a new interest, almost compelled to go introduce himself. He was never happier then we he was fixing something or his hands were oily from digging his hands inside of an engine.<br/><strong>"So it is like the shop of my dreams...I am willing to bet the shirt off my back that not one person in there can out do me when it comes to cars."</strong><br/><br/>As the red head got into the story of who the god and the history of his wife he slowly began to realize if he was here that meant he was a son of a god. He went silent and simply listened, mulling over this new realization that his father or mother were a god.<br/><strong>"His father sounds like a dick and his wife is a skank, I'd be pissed also. Who the hell puts up with such bullshit?" </strong><br/>He crossed his arms across his chest after popping the last fork of his pecan pie into his mouth, leaning lazily in his chair to declare that he was full. Trapped with his inner thoughts he shook his head and jumped on the chances to change topics.<br/><strong>"I guess it is what I was good at, yea...if you know him put in a good word with me, at least get me a tool belt I see lots of things that need a man's touch round here." </strong><br/>The urge to leave was fading, it would last until he would learn that the camp was "dry" of liquor.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Clint and Zach, meet and greet, round 2. </em></div><hr/><hr/><br/>Clint heard his familiar voice and hid the sneer across his lips when he turned with an obviously fake smile across his face.<br/><strong>"You never could handle coming in second Zachy...better get used to it." </strong><br/>His head tilted to the side as he looked over the rest of Zues's children and tilted his head back with a scoff as he walked towards an empty table. Dropping himself into it, he ate and with a single finger etched the symbol of Hades in the wood once more. This was the table that had been "his" five years ago, lots of buffing and lacquer had all but removed all traces of the brand he was burning into the wood once more.<br/>