Watching Movies

I want to feel in photographs. Every picture I'm gonna burn or every smile was a lesson learned. I wanna say, "Break down, all on me." I'm gonna figure this out but I don't know how. Break down, all on me. I wanna run until I get out. You'll be the reason I'll be uneven, you've got me on the edge to jump for you. You'll be my fire, call me a liar. We'll make mistakes the way we always do. And now I'm starting every sentence with an apology. What's your reason for leaving now? Is it too late to follow you out? I wanna say, "Break down, all on me." I'm gonna figure this out but I don't know how. Break down, all on me. I don't wanna be selfish but would it kill you to be a little more precise, more polite when you speak? You'll be the reason I'll be uneven, you've got me on the edge to jump for you. You'll be my fire, call me a liar. We'll make mistakes the way we always do.

Kassidy walked into the amphitheater, her earbuds jammed into her ears. She'd had Home by Gabrielle Aplin on repeat all day. And no, she was not homesick at all. The fact that Carly played it all the time around the house meant nothing at all.

Well, alright, maybe it did. Kassidy hadn't even been at the damned camp a day and she was already homesick. She was a home girl. Not in the sense that she missed her home. No, that was hard to do when you were a Navy brat. It was more like she missed her family. Whenever Kassidy was away from her family, she always had friends around to talk to. She had never been so far away from home and alone at the same time. Kassidy wasn't sure she liked it that much.

She noticed that someone seemed to be watching a movie. The Avengers, to be specific. 'Great movie,' she thinks, smiling to herself. She can see a boy sitting closer up to the screen, although he didn't look like he wanted to be bothered. So sh plopped herself down in a bean bag towards the back of the room, pausing her music and turning her iPod off.

Kassidy was kind of baffled as to why a summer camp would have a movie room, but whatever. She didn't run the place. Besides, it obviously wasn't a normal summer camp. Most summer camps weren't exclusively for the children of the gods (or titans, in Kassidy's case). Nor did most camps have actual weapons. Aside from rifles, because some camps did. But Camp Half Blood didn't have rifles, yet they had swords and bows and arrows and all sorts of stuff. It was kind of ridiculous, if Kassidy were to be honest. She hadn't had a problem with monsters until just before she went to camp. Which was weird, because weren't demititans supposed to be more powerful than other demigods?

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I want to feel in photographs. Every picture I'm gonna burn or every smile was a lesson learned. I wanna say, "Break down, all on me." I'm gonna figure this out but I don't know how. Break down, all on me. I wanna run until I get out. You'll be the reason I'll be uneven, you've got me on the edge to jump for you. You'll be my fire, call me a liar. We'll make mistakes the way we always do. And now I'm starting every sentence with an apology. What's your reason for leaving now? Is it too late to follow you out? I wanna say, "Break down, all on me." I'm gonna figure this out but I don't know how. Break down, all on me. I don't wanna be selfish but would it kill you to be a little more precise, more polite when you speak? You'll be the reason I'll be uneven, you've got me on the edge to jump for you. You'll be my fire, call me a liar. We'll make mistakes the way we always do.

Smiling brightly at the boy, Kassidy said, "No, thank you." Maybe he was friendlier than she had originally thought. Then again, he still had this air to him that kind of said he didn't want to be bothered. So she kind of curled up into a comfortable position in the bean bag, watching the movie tentatively.

After a while of sitting there, she started to shiver and looked around for a blanket. Lo and behold, there was one on the couch behind Kassidy. She reached up to grab it, but it was just slightly out of her reach. Frowning slightly, she stretched further to grab it, but ended up falling to the floor with a soft 'thud'. As she hit the ground, Kassidy quietly said, "Oof."

Carefully, she stood up and walked over to the couch and grabbed the blanket. On her way back to her bean bag, Kassidy wrapped the blanket around her and plopping herself back down into the bean bag.

Eventually, though, her attention started to drift. She began to wonder if she was supposed to have any powers. I mean, Kassidy's half titan, and the titans are more powerful than the gods, right? So wouldn't that mean she had some wicked-ass powers or something?

Kassidy closed her eyes and concentrated really hard. On what, she had no idea. Just...something. She opened her eyes a few minutes later, her heart beating wildly.

Nothing had happened.

(Well, the setting had changed in the movie; Agent Romanov/the Black Widow, whatever you prefer, was talking to Dr. Barton/the Hulk and trying to convince him to join S.H.I.E.L.D. But nothing really important had happened.)

Kassidy sighed. She had no idea what she was expecting to happen. Just...something, really. She was a demititan, dammit! Wasn't she supposed to have some totally awesome powers?

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I want to feel in photographs. Every picture I'm gonna burn or every smile was a lesson learned. I wanna say, "Break down, all on me." I'm gonna figure this out but I don't know how. Break down, all on me. I wanna run until I get out. You'll be the reason I'll be uneven, you've got me on the edge to jump for you. You'll be my fire, call me a liar. We'll make mistakes the way we always do. And now I'm starting every sentence with an apology. What's your reason for leaving now? Is it too late to follow you out? I wanna say, "Break down, all on me." I'm gonna figure this out but I don't know how. Break down, all on me. I don't wanna be selfish but would it kill you to be a little more precise, more polite when you speak? You'll be the reason I'll be uneven, you've got me on the edge to jump for you. You'll be my fire, call me a liar. We'll make mistakes the way we always do.

Kassidy smiles at the boy and says, "Yeah, it's an awesome movie." She brushes her overly frizzy hair away from her eyes and tucked it behind her ears, even though she knew that it would fall back in front of her eyes within a few minutes. Frizzy hair was just annoying like that.

"My name's Kassidy. Daughter of...Asteria, I think? I just got here, so I'm still a bit confused." Kassidy laughs nervously, hoping she doesn't sound too weird. She's kind of in desperate need of friends, because if she doesn't have someone to talk to, she'll get lonely and maybe she'll slip back to the way she was in England and before she got over him which would really, really suck.

Besides, this boy seems nice enough. He offered to share his sweets - no, candy, this isn't England - and he initiated conversation. Surely that means he's nice, right? People don't initiate conversation if they don't want to talk, or if they aren't friendly. Unless he's some stalker who would try to kidnap her and kill her in -

'Calm down, Kassidy. He isn't going to hurt you. You're overreacting.' She runs a hand through her hair, wondering why she's acting so nervous. This boy is just a person, and this is just a camp. Even if it's a camp that has weapons and where people learn to fight and apparently some people fought in a war, and for Christ's sake, these people couldn't even be over eighteen and how did everyone hear about that and -

'Calm. Down. Now.'

It's not that Kassidy is always like this. She isn't, really. It's just that she's in a new place where she doesn't have any friends, and sure, she's done this before, but she doesn't have her family this time. Going to a new place isn't something Kassidy hasn't ever done before. She just haven't ever done it alone.

In fear that she'll start biting on her fingers again or something, Kassidy pulls a pack of gum out of her pocket and pulls one of the sticks out, popping it into her mouth. Chewing on gum is always better than having bloody fingers. Even if chewing on something that's more solid feels better.

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