The Good Stuff (tag)

[jay]

It was dinner time after a long day, and Jay was tired. He walked into the mess hall with a yawn and scratched the back of his head. Today had been one of the few days where he had actually done something productive. He’d practiced his swordsmanship and archery. He was good with a sword already, but he admittedly wasn’t the best. Practice helped him, even if he was lazy and didn’t practice as often as he should have.

Stepping into the mess hall, he glanced around for a friendly face or two. He knew a lot of the legionnaires, but that didn’t mean he talked to them nor was friends with them. He grabbed a drink and took a seat in the back of the room. He noticed some very familiar faces, people he occasionally talked to, and sent them a charming smile from where he was seated. He didn’t get up to greet them, however. He took a sip of his drink and sat back.

The teenager was more so thirsty than hungry. He finished his drink quickly and shamelessly grabbed another. His eyes wandered across the room, making contact with a few demi-gods before pulling them away and setting his gaze on the floor. He pretended to be interested in his shoes. It wasn’t that he was shy. It was just his flirting hadn’t put him on the nice list of some of the other guys. Apparently not every straight guy liked being flirted with by another guy. Go figure.

He yawned and slumped into his seat. He wished something exciting would happen. He didn’t necessarily want the camp to get attacked, but a quest would have been fun. Or something other than practicing. Perhaps he could convince some friends to come with him and sneak out of camp? …Yeah, if he wanted to die. He was cocky, but not entirely stupid. Besides, he wouldn’t risk his friends’ lives for that. Well, if he could even consider anyone a friend. He wasn’t above saying someone was his friend, but he never wanted to say he had a friend unless he was sure the other person felt the same way.

He set his drink down and pulled his feet up on the seat, hugging his legs to his chest. He rested his head on his knees, his eyes wandering around yet again. He was able to catch snit-pits of other conversations, but he didn’t pay much attention to them.

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Tagged: Lance, Lilith, Zidane, Val (if Val wants to join <3)

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Lilith walked into the Mess hall looking at the buffette table, she was so hungry she could eat a cow in that moment. She came from the fields of mars where she had been practicing with her bow and arrows. She needed to be as perfect as Apollo if she wanted to accomplish her mission under Mors' orders without hurting anyone. In order to do that she needed to be a perfect archer, not just a 99% accurate one, but one who wouldn't miss a target, not a single one. So she spent nowadays a lot of her free time practicing there. Her arms were already sore and even bruised at some points, but she didn't care, she needed to be sure that her betrayal wouldn't end up hurting more campers than needed.

As she walked into the place, some campers looked at her and didn't nod or waved at her, most of them got away from where she was and looked at her as if she could unleash a plague or something like that. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. How was it possible that they hadn't learned that she couldn't do such things, that Mors hadn't given her those kind of gifts! She just sighed and walked to where the food was. She looked at the food and grabbed a plate, then put some meat on it and a salad. Then after she also grabbed a cup with soda, she went to take a seat, but then she peeked at Jay, he seemed to be lonely that day, now mayor number of girls flirting with him that day, or better said him flirting at a mayor number of girls.

He seemed to be really thoughtful or even down. She knew it wouldn't be good if she got closer to him, being her friend wasn't right, it could put his life in danger, but also could save his life. If Mors kept his promise, all the people that she cared about would survive in the future, so maybe it would be good for him if she got a bit closer. She walked to where he was sitting. She placed her plate and cup in front of where he was sitting at. "Good day!, cutie!" she smiled at him with her sweet half smile and waited for him to reply or at least say something. She only hoped he would still talk to her and that he hadn't heard the rumors about her, the rumors of her being a murder at the age of 8.

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Normally Lance tried to avoid large crowds, but he was just too hungry right now to care. He had begun to try and gain info on all the people in camp, in case he talked to someone. It was a lot more tiring than just focusing on one person like he had done with Gwen. He wasn't going to pry into lives, just a bit on likes and dislikes, general moodiness of people. Things that could help with the first impression mostly, maybe some about birthdays. Anything that should be celebrated really, and that was easy since they didn't think of too many things as being present worthy. Lance had tried to make a line for how far he would delve into peoples lives, and was attempting to get his concentration up high enough to pay attention to multiple people and what he was doing. It was difficult, especially practicing archery while listening to someones conversation. His adhd helped a bit though, and he was glad for it. It sucked back in elementary school, but was so nice to have here in the legion. Lance wondered if he should stay for bit after growing old enough to leave. He wouldn't mind, as long as he got to explore the world a little bit.

The food smelled far more appetizing than it had for a long time, since he was training at the Wolf house to be more precise. The thought made him upset with himself, he had not been training anywhere near as hard. He had to change that. After getting some food, using his mind more than his stomach he knew how much he could eat despite what looked good, he saw a familiar face. Lillith. A broad smile spread across his face as he walked over. She was sitting with someone that he vaguely recognized, more as a son of Cupid that anything else. Lance had heard a few things about his flirting but as always preferred to see it with his eyes than anything else. “Hey Lilith, mind if I join you?”

It a strange feeling deep inside of Lances soul that said something was wrong. It was directed toward Lilith, a kind of burning, screaming sensation that he had not felt before. He immediately felt betrayed, and he had no idea why. Lillith had been nothing but kind to him, and seemed to be a very nice person. She was ostracized because of things she didn't have control over and things she didn't do. Lance had not even had this feeling last time he saw her, and it had not been that long ago. Lance did not know what was up with the usual state of his heart, and was a bit annoyed at it. He shut out the feeling, ignoring the uncomfortably feeling it gave him. Slowly it subsided to a dull annoyance still directed at Lilith, but Lance would not let it come out in the way he spoke, or anything else that would hurt Lilliths feelings. She had done nothing wrong.

“H...hi, I'm Lance.” he said putting his food down so he could shake the males hand, he released the tray too soon and it clattered to the table dropping some of his food on the table. “S..sorry, I;m sorry.” he said blushing while using a napkin to clean up the small amount of mess he had made on the table. What he cleaned up was far less than what many people would have even noticed.