<div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr/><br/>Sarah had settled herself down near the bonfire. She wasn't interested in s'mores right now. Today had not gone at all like she'd planned. Sarah felt silly for having expected this place to be good for her. She kind of wanted to leave. She could do well on her own. It wasn't like she needed more training. She'd been fighting since she was little, she didn't see anything the old centaur could teach her. And she certainly wasn't looking forward to seeing Harold around or her brother. Right now she just wanted to be alone.<br/><br/>For now, she just sat staring at the fire. She didn't really notice her brother coming by, but she did notice Harold sitting only a moment before limping off after some pretty redhead. Neither he or her brother were bloody or beaten, so she assumed Chiron had managed to stop the fight. Guys never chased after her like that and she knew why. The last boyfriend she'd had broke up with her because he was too much of a man to have a girl that was stronger than him. Most guys broke up with her because of that. They didn't like being shown up by a girl. It was kind of embarrassing, but she'd only been with a guy intimately once. Most guys never hung around long enough to get to that point with her.<br/><br/>Sarah found it a little odd that people seemed to pair up so quickly around here. She guessed it was probably due to the stress levels. Many of them had been chased in here by monsters and the comfort of another body was probably very welcoming. Also, many of them knew each other. It was probably very emotional to see each other again.<br/><br/>She saw an Asian looking boy playing what looked like a video game and sighed. She didn't understand how people could want to play those things. It was nothing compared to a real battle.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr/><br/>Abigale didn't speak much as the two daughters of Aphrodite talked. She knew that it was sometimes difficult for siblings to interact when one was claimed and the other wasn't. Fights broke out over it sometimes, but she doubted daughters of Aphrodite would fight with fists over anything.<br/><br/>Thankfully, nothing seemed to happen. Rosetta and Lexi both excused themselves and she leaned back against her seat a little as she looked at the fire. Today hadn't been so bad.<br/><br/>Without thinking, she pulled out Vincent's iPod and shoved the earbuds into her ears and turned it on. She saw Vincent coming towards her and she pulled one of the buds out as he leaned in to whisper to her, "Okay. Sleep well," she figured he was heading to the cabin to find a bed or a cot. Curfew was coming up and most of the kids would be heading to bed soon. Those that didn't would find out that Mr. D wasn't joking about letting the harpies eat them, "I'll see you in the morning."<br/><br/>Abigale crossed her legs in front of her and lounged back on the ground, feeling the warmth of the fire and listening to Vincent's playlist. After about a half hour of this she climbed up and headed back to her cabin. Several of the younger kids and ones that had come in injured were already in their beds. Either sleeping or trying to figure things out in their heads.<br/><br/>What Abigale didn't see was Vincent. All the kids in here were too short to be Vincent. He was going to sleep and she figured he'd of been in here by now. Sighing, she walked to her closet room and tossed his things onto her bed, having completely forgotten that they weren't her's, before heading back out and looking around for where he might be.<br/><br/>She checked the usual places for kids to hide out, but he wasn't in any of those...Finally she eyed the stables. Surely he wouldn't go in there so close to lights out. Sighing, she decided to check anyways. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80976.msg3598344#msg3598344)<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Nigel</em></div><hr/><br/>At first he didn't notice the small touches going on between his cousin and his sister. Nigel just crawled back onto the stone edge of the fountain and looked out past the two of them to the water. Clint's voice caught his attention and he noticed just how close those two were standing. All he could do was roll his eyes, "I'm...going to bed..." he hopped off the fountain and made sure to zip up his pants before walking off, "Try not to get eaten by the harpies," he waved over his shoulder before getting out of their eye sight.<br/><br/>With nothing better to do, he headed to their cabin and laid out on the porch like front of it. He could will himself completely dry, but he enjoyed air drying after a swim. If anyone needed him, it wasn't like he'd be that hard to find.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Mr. D</em></div><hr/><br/>The young God was busy with his own thoughts. Too much so to care about the campers around him. He couldn't wait for the day when he could leave this place. He hated heroes.<br/><br/>The only thing that caught his attention was a new image in his head. One that wasn't even relatively close to anything he'd been thinking about. It was one of Chiron and himself. Normally the centaur went around with a shirt on, but nothing else. Finding pants for a centaur wasn't easy. But in this image neither of them had even a shirt on. Mr. D had seen male centaurs aroused before and it was not a sight he'd ever wished to see again. But, very clearly, in his mind he saw Chiron excited. Himself just as hard and wanting. The two of them kissing feverishly.<br/><br/>The image came so suddenly that he jumped and fell out of his lawn chair. Jumping up, he glared at a few of the campers that were eyeing him with confusion. He knew it was a prayer sent to him and he knew, again, that it was someone in the camp. He doubted Chiron would be doing such a thing, even as a joke, so he was positive that it was a camper.<br/><br/>Grumbling in annoyance, he stormed back towards the Big House to get away from the campers. He felt that if he put enough distance between himself and who ever was doing this, then the images would stop. But they seemed to only increase as he got closer to the Big House. Mr. D didn't understand why anyone would think of him like that, "...immature brats..." he snapped to himself as he yanked open the fridge and pulled out a Diet Coke.<br/><br/>The wine god walked over to a window and looked out over the dark hills that lead to the borders of the camp. He didn't even notice that there was a camper outside the back of the house even though Desmond wasn't too far from the window he was standing it. Lack of wine for fifty years had dulled his senses a bit. It was like Poseidon not being allowed to touch water for a few decades. It made there senses weak to not do what their powers allowed them to.