<div align="center"><em>Abigale has to explain the purpose of Camp-Halfblood to a rock (Vincent). </em></div><br/><strong>"Under a sword? Why would you want to do that?"</strong><br/>He looked at her facial features a little closer, thinking it was an ex-girlfriend and if she was...chances were she had every right to be made at him. His brow raised again as he tried to think about it, finding no sense in it all and simply shrugged it away as she mentioned a uniform.<br/><strong>"Wait, what? A uniform? Can't I just go to a boot barn or something, I have some cash still. If you model something for me I might even pick up out something nice for ya."</strong><br/><br/>Vincent's voice had a Texan twang to it but lacked the manners since he did not have the "proper" upbringing most children needed to show common courtesy and respect. People loved or hated him, he was the kind of guy that did not know how to lie as he never saw the reason to do so. Looking over at her outfit he shook his head.<br/><strong>"Nah, that aint going to work for me...looks good on you though"</strong><br/><br/>Glancing up at the sign he blinked his eyes as the words became readable.<br/><strong>"Hermes? Hermes...ohh this is your dad's house...wait should I be here? Is he home?" </strong><br/>He looked around, looking for this "Hermes" and hopes that he was not pissed off in some room. She had his curiosity, something inside of him really wanted to find out who his parents where. But he quickly dismissed it.<br/><strong>"Wait my parents? Like my real parents? Bull shit! Fuck them and this, last thing I need is being told what to do after being on my own for the last five years." </strong>Turning he headed for the door, annoyed and pissed off at where he was. He mostly needed to blow off some steam.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www3.images.coolspotters.com/photos/192126/zachary-quinto-profile.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Clint comes "home"</em></div><br/><em>Camp Half-Blood...</em><br/>Clint walked up the barrier into the camp after sheathing the bloody dagger at his hip. Behind him he left a macabre ward to any other monsters in the forest who thought the could get away with pissing off the son of Hades. Pleased with his gore inspired totem, he took a deep breath of the death scented air before walking up the trail to the camp. It had been a long time since he had been back, his attitude indifferent about being back within his "family".<br/><br/>Walking pass the crowds that were assembling for dinner, he walked into the cabin of Hades and was surprised to see someone there.<br/><strong>"Hey sis, long time no see." </strong><br/>The strap across his shoulders was undone, dropping the duffel bag on the floor next to his bunk. Throwing himself onto the bed he groaned softly and yawned, planning on taking a nap for a few minutes.<br/><strong>"You look ridiculous in that shirt by the way, trying to fit in with the rest of them?" </strong><br/>He scoffed with another wide mouth yawn, turning onto his side to catch up with her, it had been a few years since he saw her last.<br/><br/><br/>