<div align="center"><em>Vincent and Abigale head to dinner...</em></div><br/><strong>"A family..." </strong><br/>Vincent walked in silence for a few minutes as he thought about it, looking over at her a few times then back towards the camp, holding his thoughts to himself. Many had claimed in the past that they would be his family and like clockwork he was sent away, after the third time he didn't really think that word had meaning anymore.<em>Cabin Leader huh?</em>Shoving his hands into his pockets he shook the silly ideas away as he wanted to change his mood a little.<br/><strong>"Then I want a rack of ribs and an entire plate of lasagna and if I have room a slice of pecan pie." </strong><br/><br/>His stomach grumbled loudly enough for her to hear, if anything was going to keep him around would be good food. The loss of alcohol was a bit concerning, but he was sure he could find a way around that, this camp could not be dry not that he drank much unless he was out hitting the bars.<br/><strong>"Some questions, alright...when did you lose your virginity?" </strong><br/>He smiled, even if she did not answer his mood had shifted back to his normal self.<br/><br/><strong>"I quit school at fourteen, the only thing I was ever good at was wood and metal shop. I aced auto shop, my teacher joked that I was born with a wrench in my hand. Around that time I got a job at a car shop and quit school, they wanted me to clean but when their techs couldn't drop and engine and put it back in by lunch time I got my shot. I made a lot of money, so there I was fifteen with my own place, I had to get credit on my bosses name...or I'd get no utilities. Truth be, I was kinda happy, so being brought out here...is not exactly what I wanted. Who would lay in a cemetery, that is stupid!"</strong><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><div align="center"><em><br/>Clint and Cecilia "catch up"</em></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://derek.broox.com/photo/crystal-head-vodka/15581/red-crystal-head-skull-vo.jpg)</div><strong>"Much better, now I can't see you..."</strong><br/>It was not like them to show true affection in hugs and kisses, the alone was reserved for a lover and nothing more. His body under his clothes was bruised and battered but he would heal in due time. Yawning loudly he tossed the shirt back at her, connecting with her face as she did with his earlier.<br/><strong>"Keep your crap of my bed"</strong><br/>With a groan he sat up and faced her, pulling his bag over to dig into it as he began to speak.<br/><br/><strong>"Do you remember that dusty basement dad has back home?"</strong><br/>A wicked smirk crossed his face, only she would know that he was talking about the underworld itself and while he would not normally tell anyone of his "adventures", Cecilla and him were as close as any "normal" sibling could be. It had to be because they had to stick together, being the offspring of the God of Death meant they were normally singled out by the others.<br/><strong>"Well, I decided I would be a good son and clean it out for him...and I ended up losing track of time..."</strong><br/>The smile on his lips sharpened, if she deciphered what he was saying then she would pick up that he went down there for the purpose of strengthening the mastery over his powers. Not even the offspring of Ares could kill like a child of Hades could.<br/><strong>"And I found this...for the cabin" </strong><br/>Pulling out red looking orb, on closer inspection it was a perfect replica of a (human) skull carved out of red crystal. He had no idea what it was but it would make a great door stop for the cabin or even a paper weight.