<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Dani</span></div><hr/><br/>Dani looked around, watching the progression of kids and people her own age or older lowly moving towards one direction.<em>probably the way to the mess hall</em>, at least she knew that she wouldn't be getting lost tonight, after all, there wasn't really anything else to do but go eat at the moment.  She waited for her brother to finish up cleaning himself up, and rolled her eyes as he put on some smelly aftershave.  Sure it smelled good, but she never really saw the need for it.<br/><br/>"Alright, now that you smell good, why don't we get some chow."  Grinning, and walking side by side, she couldn't help but think that she was somehow suppressing a lot of things lately.  She knew it wasn't normal that she was taking everything in stride, but she couldn't help it.  If she thought about it right now, than she'd panic, and panicking in front of Aaron was never a good idea.  She spent her life making sure that he was shielded from such things, even when they weren't in the same foster homes over the years, she'd made sure that she kept in touch and took the brunt of the worries.  She wanted him to be normal, she wanted to be like their mother, who had protected them.  Now that she was gone, it landed on Dani to do that, and she wouldn't die, she'd be there for Aaron for however long she could.<br/><br/>They had almost reached the mess hall when the pretty girl from their cabin stopped them.  Dani's eyes traveled up and down the woman, evaluating whether she was just a pretty face or if there where a brain somewhere in there.  Unfortunately she couldn't judge that on looks alone.  And the girl seemed nice enough, if not a bit hesitant.  Glancing at Aaron, she sent the girl a small smile and was about to agree to her tagging along when another girl asked the red head something.  Not wanting to keep Aaron from eating, she tapped the girl on the shoulder lightly, and sent her a friendly smile.<br/><br/>"We're going to head in right now, but when you come in, your more than welcome to sit next to us."  There, she had played nice.  Usually she was a bit abrasive, rejecting a lot of friendly offers for company, but she was never that way in front of Aaron, in front of him, she always tried to show a friendly facade.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Desmond</span></div><br/><hr/><br/>Desmond had been on his way to greet his brothers at the entrance to camp half blood, but had gotten rather distracted by something rather pretty looking lost in by the fountain.  Helping the pretty boy had, at the moment, made him forget about his brother's arrival.  Cursing himself for his weak priorities, he jogged the rest of the way to the mess hall, sure that Zach and the others where already there.<br/><br/>The fact that he hadn't gone on the "quest" with the rest of them was due more to his refusal to do it.  Their father wouldn't care if he went or not, it wouldn't change his relationship with the mighty mighty lightning god, so he saw no need to go.  So he spent the time alone sun bathing, and practicing his mist mojo, not that he had gotten very far with that.  Sighing he decided that he really should ask someone for help with it.  But honestly, he wanted to be able to do it on his own, not to prove to everyone that he could be good at something, although that would be a plus, but to prove to himself that he could be successful at something other than getting into some guys pant's.<br/><br/>His entrance into the pavilion went rather unnoticed, but he was in time to hear Mr. D and Chiron's opening speech.<em>some things never change.</em>Sending the camp directors a saucy grin and a wink, he sauntered over to his brother's side's.<br/><br/>"Hey Mr. Doom and gloom, it's nice to see that your alive." He never really talked to Clint, seeing that the boy had rather...negative feelings towards them in general.  But when he did, he enjoyed messing with him as much as possible.  "If Zachs not number one what does that make you?  fifty sixth?"  But poking at the boy's pride came second to his first favorite thing to bother Clint.  "Ohhh, but I'm sure there's one thing you could come up on top of."  Very slowly, and very deliberately Desmond's gaze swept up and down the boys frame.  He'd grown out a little more since he had last seen him, and he could very well imagine what he looked like sans clothing.  Once his mental undressing of the boy was over he turned his attention back to zach and slapped him on the back enthusiastically.<br/><br/>"Man am I glad to see you guy's back!  For a moment there I thought I'd have the whole cabin to myself this time.  I was thinking about pushing all the beds together so that I could really stretch out and relax you know."  He was joking really, but still he was glad to have them back.