The Cabin's Courtyard

She waves to Lucian,, and turns back to Katrina again. "Demeter, I think. I know that it's Cabin 4." She says pleasantly.

"Who's Nike?" Willow asks, on having heard of the Olympians. She was glad that her mother was an Olympian.

"I've heard of the shoes, but not the goddess. " Whatever. It wasn't like Nike would come after and kill her.

Ooc: LOL!! I love Rping troubled demigods, which I don't have. One I figure out who my sweetest one is, she is dead.

Bic:
Willow dodges the anger issue tour guide's dagger before it actually does any damage. "Sheesh. What's her problem?" She says, a bit annoyed.

Fellin walks out. Man, winter was cold, even with the barriers. He had his camera, and his laptop in his backpack. He had his favorite skyblue coat on, with mittens that came with it. His boots were so slippery he was sure he was going to fall and die. Fellin slowly walked through the courtyard, going to a weird shelter-house thing. A Hephaestus kid probably made it, he thought. Fellin found the spare keys by a plant, and went in.

Fellin looked around the Hephaestus-mini cabin. He put him backpack down on a chair, and sat in the chair across from it. He admired how the floor had a strict pattern of aqua and cyan. The elegant kitchen sparkled. It looked like a rich-person's living room/kitchen. Fellin thought about possibly making one of these for his self. But, as a son of Hades, he probably wouldn't be good with building like this.

He got up and went to the kitchen, opening the oven. Right inside, was a big batch of cookies that were freshly made. Could he steal like this? Eh. Who would suspect a Hades kid? He imagined the Hephaestus kid knocking down the Hermes' cabin door. Fellin took the cookies and put them on the table. He ate alone, in silence.

Fellin saw the girl and fell in alarm, with the tray of cookies falling all over him. He thought this was the Hephaestus child. "I should warn you, I'm a child of Hades, so attack me, and you'll be paying a visit to my father!" he shouted in alarm. Fellin got up, throwing away the dirty cookies.

He quickly drew his CB knife.

Leslie grew cautious as the self-proclaimed son of Hades shouted at her and then drew a knife. She was a calm natured person, sort of, but when a weapon was drawn on her, Leslie wasn't going to sit by. Hades is a Big Three god who doesn't deserve that title. I could freeze you in place and not allow you to move if you move that dagger any closer to me. My mother would do likewise with your father. So stand down son of Hades and put away your weapon or the wrath of Khione will strike you from my own hand. Leslie lowered her hand to her sword but kept it still sheathed in place so as to give the kid a chance to calm down.

Leslie glared at Fellin and then lowered her hand from the hilt of her blade. She was still not entirely trusting of such an impulsive demigod. If it hadn't been for her frozen arm, she would have already dispatched him and dealt with his threat in a heartbeat. Yet he seemed to be worried about some Hephaestus kid. No, I don't know of any Hephaestus kid building this. Although it is convienently placed. I am Leslie Ross, daughter of Khione, and I do not enjoy being threatened by you.

Fellin nodded slowly. Then, he heard the Hephaestus kid. He panicked, jumped out of the window, and ran away.

Fabian Black walked in. His dark grey eyes scanning the area. There were a few people milling about. Fabian adjusted the strap on his guitar case slung over his shoulder before sitting down on the bench.
He closed his eyes and just listened. He could hear faint conversation, the rustle of leaves in the trees, and the soft tread of feet.

Eveleen Burns walks in quietly. Her footsteps are barely heard. She looks around shyly and walks to the nearest unoccupied area to watch the people talking among each other. She studies each face she sees quietly as she sits toying with the pendant around her neck.

Fabian cracked one grey eye open. He pulled the guitar out of it's case and strummed it absentmindedly. Notes climbed up several octaves before falling back down. Then Fabian looked around spotting a girl who looked roughly his age sitting a few benches away. He looked back down at his guitar.

Evey closed her eyes for a moment, only to open them back up when she heard the sound of a guitar. She smiled softly, though she hid it by resting her chin in her arms. Evey watched him quietly, listening to the sound of his guitar playing. Evey stood, and attempted to move a bit closer to hear better but she tripped on her own feet. Blushes a crimson red, she stood back up to her feet and moved back to her original seat hoping no one saw her fall. She hid her face in her arms embaressed.

She Knees looked pretty scratched up from the fall, so one could assume she hit the ground pretty roughly. If you had watched her, it would seem that she twisted her ankle. Yet she just seemed to get back up, without so much as a limp.

Fabian saw the girl fall out of the corner of his eye. Hurriedly he put the guitar away in the case and hurried over to help her. Fabian was a naturally helpful person by nature. The girl had fallen pretty hard, she must have at least hurt something.
"You alright?" Fabian asked, he was standing right in front of the girl. Up close one could see he had slightly spiky blonde brown hair, dark grey eyes, and a killer smile. He also had muscle which was sinuous like a cat under his skin.
"It looked like you took a rough fall."