Flake 01 - Open to Action

[wintershepard]

[The IM starts with someone grumbling a bit, though all you see is his blue hoodie first]

Is this thing--oh! Ha.

[Jack settles back and the camp can get a good look at him. He’s incredibly pale, with bright blue eyes and stark white hair. Being outside like he is, it's even worse. He doesn’t seem sick, though, and he’s smiling]

So, this is how everyone here communicates? No cell phones or anything? Weird.

[Hey, he’s new to this]

Cool, though making the rainbow was kind of annoying. Anyway, I was told I should probably introduce myself so--hey. [He waves] I’m Jack Frost, and according to Manny my dad’s, uh, Boreas? God of ice and winds and something, and yeah I know. Jack Frost, and my dad’s a snow god. Talk to Manny about that one--he named me. The horse guy--Chiron?--said I was staying in Cabin One for now.

[Jack just sort of laughs again. He doesn’t mind the name, really]

So, what do you guys do for fun around he--!

[He's cut off by someone crashlanding into him. All you hear is a surprised "Tooth?!" from Jack before it cuts]

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[mrbarrow]

[Well, hello there, Camp Halfblood, have a bored looking young man, crossing his arms, and staring out at you with an expression of boredom and arrogance at the same time. Surveying his kingdom, as it were. At least, until he huffs a little, and something of that drops into merely a sulk.]

It occurs to me, Gods favor and patronize whom they will, of course, but back in the real world, that I’ve left behind, there are places where we leave the children no one wanted so the rest of the population can get along with, and go about their daily lives without getting their wrists stepped on each morning, or god forbid, being forced into pretending that we’re all some sort of…happy family

[There would be airquotes around that, if Thomas wasn’t more polished, and as it is, they certainly can be FELT from the way he drawls it out like that. The disdain is more than palpable, even if it IS a tad bit overblown and ventures toward melodramatic.]

As I’ve so lately been informed, this may not be the real world anymore, but wouldn’t it be nice, just think of it, if there were somewhere we could stash the lot of you who Mummy or Daddy hadn't felt the need to bother with just yet until such time as you might become interesting?

And Gods forbid not getting walked all over, but can anybody get a decent cigarette round here at least?