<div align="center"><em>Abigale offers a deal...</em></div><hr/><hr/><br/>Abigale smirked as he said showing him her whole tattoo would make her father angry. She doubted that it would. Her father slept around quite a bit, judging by the amount of kids in her cabin that had elfish features and were so good at picking locks. Claimed or not, it wasn't too hard to pick out a child of Hermes. All you had to do was wait for them to steal something. No. She knew how to irk her father and showing some unclaimed boy her tattoo wouldn't do it unless she did it in her father's presence, "If you want to see it all, then you're going to have to try a bit harder than saying it'll bug my dad. Yours are nice though. I'm not big on looking at other women, but it's good work. I was thinking about having my father's symbol tattooed onto my back. Kind of a Christmas present for him," one she knew he wouldn't like, "He's Greek, so I thought about having it done in a more modern style or even Japanese. He'd really hate that..." Abigale sat up a bit and fished a picture out of her jeans pocket and handing it to him. It was a picture of someone with modern style caduceus (http://www.ratemyink.com/images/ul/881/Caduceus-tattoo-88185.jpeg) tattoo on their back, "Like that. It's called a caduceus, most people associate it with medicine, but dad's been using it for...umm...a long time."<br/><br/>It had been a while since she'd actually talked to someone her own age. Usually she just helped out the younger kids, but Vincent seemed to need the help and it was kind of nice. Despite having been brought here by a 'cop' against his will, Vincent was taking things fairly well. That was refreshing, "There are things here that are a lot more interesting than magical cups. I can promise you that."<br/><br/>"Looks like the others are starting to file in. Mr. D and Chiron should be here soon," probably with Zachari. If the son of the Sky Lord was successful, then there would be a small speech to honor him. Mr. D was unlikely to give a good speech, but he'd at least say something halfway decent about Zachari, "After dinner, we'll head back to the cabin and find you a bunk. All the good ones are likely gone by now, but we'll find something. If you're good and don't steal anything else from the others in our cabin, then I might just show you the rest of my tattoo. Deal?" she could care less if he stole from the other cabins. Those weren't her responsibility to protect.<br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><em>Sarah meets another new comer, Harold...</em></div><hr/><hr/><br/>Harold's swearing didn't affect her. She'd heard monsters say worse to her. Sarah let off a few curses of her own when she got injured, so it didn't bother her in the least. She watched him tumble to the ground and eyed his metal leg. It certainly was different. She wondered how he'd gotten it. If he was here, then she assumed it was because of a monster attack. Maybe a missed attack had left him open and something swatted his leg open or off, "Really?" she questioned when he said he was fine. Sarah had seen enough injuries to know that he was probably faking. Putting on a good show for a girl. Trying to be all tough and strong, "Cause you don't look it. You look like you just stumbled out of the Underworld after being chased by a Hellhound."<br/><br/>Sarah turned when she heard the same annoying voice from her cabin. It was her brother. The great war leader. All she did was roll her eyes and turn back to Harold. She fought the urge to pick up a rock and chuck it at Goldberg's head. She didn't know why she had such a dislike for her brother since she'd only met him an hour ago, if that. She assumed it was just sibling rivalry. She found herself wanting to be War Leader of the Ares Cabin, "I'm Sarah Moret, daughter of Ares," she was proud to say that, "You got a name?"<br/><br/>She figured he had to be a half blood. What other kind of person would have a leg like that? And from what she understood, mortals couldn't get into the camp unless they were invited. She saw no other people around him, so he couldn't of been invited.