Camp Half-Blood (reboot) (all are welcome)

"Well I happened to see you walking in and over to a table and you didn't exactly look or seem happy, so I wanted to just check in and see if you were okay, and hey if I could make a new friend in the making why not give it a shot. Well, that is if you want to be friends," he put a hand on his neck with a slight chuckle.
"I don't want you to feel forced into anything." He shook off a weird feeling in the back of his Brain.

Well, shoot. Someone who actually came up to her, concerned for her well being, and wanted to be friends? This guy was a rare jewel to Dove, and how timely. But she wasn’t comfortable enough to tell him everything, of course. As of now, he was still a stranger.
“Well, thanks for your concern,” she said sincerely. “And I’ll be okay… eventually. I don’t mind being friends, either.”
She rubbed her arm, then reached over and took another bite of her grilled cheese.

(the awkwardness reminds me of myself when speaking to people)

Azriel looked up at Chiron and smiled a devilish smile, his trademark smile; really. Honestly, how weird could this hallucination get? A half horse, half man? I mean come on! You have one wild imagination. He thought to himself, then stuck his hand out, his lips giving a goofy grin.

"I didn't know I was a demigod." He said truthfully wow! And you're a demigod! This dream hallucination couldn't get better! He thought and his smile grew even bigger than before. "But i'm Azriel, Azriel Dezerase. Nice to meet you Chiron, may I please be showed to the bathroom? I really, really, really have to pee, I've been holding it the entire time it took to get here." He said with a slightly embarrassed, sheepish grin. He did actually have to pee, but he also needed some privacy so he could figure out if this was a hallucination or not, and also admittingly, not have a panic attack.

Charon nodded. "Follow me Azriel." He showed the young boy to the big house, the nearest available bathroom. He was strange boy. Normally children were terrified, confused, or in denial. But this boy seemed to take in stride. Curious indeed. He was interested to see what great things this boy would do. Charon believed he would thrive at camp, if he was this accepting.

(Shhhh it'll be fine. We know who I'm talking about lol)

Amelia ate small bites, occasionally interacting with her other cabin mates. She tried to keep herself from glancing at Wynn but she couldn't help herself. They trailed to him everyone in a while. She hoped her cabin mates wouldn't notice. She didn't want them teasing her, or worse, going after Wynn. Which they could. Aphrodite children didn't usually associate themselves with the Hephaetus kids. They were messy and loud. And yet somehow she became friends with him anyways.

Azriel went into the Big House, locking himself in a stall to pee. Where he slid against the stall and kept going until his behind touched the ground, he brought his knees up in a protective gesture and sighed into his knees. "God… if you're there, please let my hallucination be real, this is freaking awesome." He whispered, then stood up slowly, his jeans rubbing together and making a sque sque sque sound.

He then peed, flushing the toilet and opening the stall and going to the sinks, where he pulled up the sleeves of his tattered brown jacket and put soap onto his hands, turning on the water he rubbed his hand together thoroughly, looking into the mirror above the sink he saw his reflection. He looked pale and sickly, a scratch ran from his forehead to underneath his eye, from climbing through the brush on the way here. His cheeks showed no sign of color, his lips were cracked and severely chapped, and underneath his eyes supported dark purple half circles. This what I'm going to look like when I die. He thought as he dried his hands and then walked out of the Big House, to where Chiron was standing and looked up at him "okay, I suppose we can continue now" Azriel said to the centaur politely, his hands jammed into his jacket pockets.

(You can take the lead on when you get claimed.)

Chiron waited slightly uncomfortably while the child was in the bathroom. He looked down at Azriel when he reappeared. "We wait for your godly parent to claim you. Which parent are you missing at home? Mom or dad?" He asked. "While we wait for you to get claimed, we'll show you around camp, show you what we'll do here. Either the cabin leader of your godly parents will give you the rundown, or you'll be placed with the Hermes kids and they'll show you the ropes until you are claimed. One thing is for certain, you are safe here. No one can hurt you. Though you might get a little bruised from training. But that's for another day. Dinner is ready. Let's get you cleaned up and fed, then we'll worry about the rest later."

Astrid ate in silence, then rested her chin on her palm with a sigh, drumming her fingers on the table. She glanced around the mess hall, accidentally making eye contact with a camper across the room. She looked away, hoping that the camper wouldn't approach her.

Nicolas looked around as he ate, watching the campers. He liked to people watch sometimes. As the son of the goddess of revenge, he liked to keep up to date with any conflicts with campers. The one thing he truly was good at, revenge. Only time campers really came to him. He caught a young girl's eye across the mess hall. He held her gaze with a raised eyebrow, as if posing a question. What do you want?

Amelia kept glancing at Wynn. The jealously was starting to pool inside of her and she hated it. She had no reason to be jealous. They were just friends. That was all. And Wynn could be friends with whoever he wanted to, even date them if he wanted. She couldn't do anything about that. She was in no position for any of that. So why was she so jealous. She couldn't have feelings for him could she? No, no, she couldn't. She was a daughter of Aphrodite. She was the cabin leader and the most popular girl there. But she couldn't help but wonder what they would be like together. "Hey, you have to stop staring before the other notice," her sister, Ivy, whispered, snapping Amelia out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry. I will, am." Amelia turned her gaze back to her meal and remained silent.

Astrid could feel the boy's gaze on her. She looked up and sure enough, he was looking straight at her. She glanced behind her, hoping maybe he was looking past her, but she already knew there was no one there. Oh boy… She thought, as she turned her gaze back to the boy. What do I do? Astrid raised her hand in an awkward wave before turning her attention back to her meal.

Nicolas' eyebrow raised even further as the girl waved at him. No one waved at him. He wasn't the most friendly-looking person. His fingers played with rings on his fingers, watching the girl, even as she focused her attention on her meal. He was intrigued now. Not enough to compromise himself by trying to form a relationship of sorts. But at least enough to want to watch from afar. For now at least.

He smiled at her as she talked, he couldn't care less about what others were saying about him talking to someone from the Hermes cabin, so he just stayed there though occasionally he would cast a glance over at Amelia, he didn't want to rush this interaction bc he wanted to prove he was sincere…but he also didn't want Amelia alone and he warned to spend more time with her.
He looked back at Dove, "Well then, I would love to be friends with you as well. I'm glad you'll be okay but hey I know we're unfamiliar but I still am always an open shoulder. I don't mind listening to whatever, whenever your comfortable with doing so." He smiled at her, "I should probably go…I don't want to take up too much of your time and overstay my welcome."

“Thank you,” she murmured, though it was probably drowned out by the other sounds in the room. “Of course. I wouldn’t want to keep you.”
She turned back to her food, honestly feeling somewhat better than before. Ash seemed to be feeling it too.
“He was nice,” he commented. He raised his head. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, moving to lean onto his shoulder. Ash didn’t seem to mind it. He knew she was probably tired now. “You should eat,” he said.
“You’re such a mom, Ash,” Dove said, leaning back and shaking her head.
He laughed. “And you’re such a baby.”
She pouted at him, but humor glinted in her eye, and in that moment his headache completely disappeared. She went back to eating her food.

Amelia saw Wynn finally walk away from Dove. Her hope dropped a little as she realized he wasn't walking towards her. Her siblings. Right, of course. They weren't really supposed to be close friends. She wasn't sure why or when the disdain for the two cabins came to be but it was getting to be really annoying. But Amelia was too much of a coward to try to break that tension. She didn't want to be an outcast. So instead, she sent him a small smile and even squeezed in a wave, hoping he would see it.

(I can get Ash and do what we planned)

Wendi had finally stopped appearing to fade from existence having calmed herself down. She glanced around to see a large commotion going on within the mess hall and shrank down in her seat. She took a deep breath in and out and waited for everything to calm down, occasionally glancing over at Dove.