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[algidity]

[Isaac has what looks like a great impersonation of Derek Hale's "I am not amused make this stop" face on with perhaps a bit more sass instead of brooding. Lips are curled down into what looks like one of the most unimpressed scowls he's ever worn. The teenager is bundled up in enough clothes to make it look like he's probably prepared for some snow storm. Dark scarf wrapped around his neck, clothes layered on and under a coat. He's not to marshmallow level yet, just.

Someone is very obviously cold blooded when it comes to weather, here's a hint, he's a Roman demigod and his name starts with Isaac.

His pale fingers are pressed into his pockets as he wonders to where-ever he's going. Despite the grumpy look on his face, whenever me catches eye contact with someone, he offers a pleasant quirk of his lips, that actually does meet his baby blues. Go ahead, talk to him, he doesn't bite too hard.]

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[usernameallison]

[Scott's on his way back to the Nike cabin from breakfast when he spots him, and honestly? Even at Camp Jupiter, from a distance, it wasn't hard to pick Isaac out in a crowd. The guy dressed like California was Siberia. He didn't know how on Earth the other boy had managed to get more clothes on the way to the Greek camp - well, he had some ideas, but he wasn't exactly ready to entertain them.

Still, Scott bounds over in his purple Camp Jupiter shirt.]

Isaac? Dude, we were worried about you.

[algidity]

[Isaac stops and all but swivels so his full attention is on Scott. At first his jaw tenses in thought, before he shrugs. Ice blue eyes flicker up and down Scott, trying to decide what to think. If standoffish were personified it would probably be Isaac Lahey.

An arched eyebrow raises, unsure of how to take Scott's comment. Worried about him? Worried about him doing what? Hurting other people?]

I wasn't out killing people, or stealing, or beating people up if that's what you thought.

[usernameallison]

No, that's not what I meant.

[He shakes his head, frowning a little - count on Isaac to take things completely out of proportion. Admittedly, he did think that Isaac stole all that stuff, but he wasn't about to make the situation tenser.]

I got separated from the Cohort on the way here - and when I found Derek again, you weren't here. I was worried the same thing happened.

[algidity]

Right.

[See this look on his face? It means he doesn't fully believe Scott, but he isn't pushing the matter. Because, if Scott means he was worried for his well-being, well he'll call that a boldfaced lie. Nobody but Derek has ever cared about that, and he doubts anyone will ever start. He's in a bad enough mood, he doesn't need to be yelling at or punching Scott. The next words are spoken in a tone that is less tight.]

I had stuff to do, my dad died.

[Werewolf stuff, get brought in for questioning, arrested, proven innocent, sort out inheritance stuff, sell the house. Y'know, stuff and things, Scott. That he is far too young to be worrying about.]

So, uh, rest assured, I've actually been doing productive things, instead of juvenile delinquent stuff.

[Okay, it's been a mixture, but so what.]

[commandertoolbelt]

[ Seriously? All those layers, in the middle of summer? Okay, yeah, Leo has a higher body temperature than most people, but it's summer, for crying out loud. Maybe it was a dare? It had to be a dare. That would explain the grumpy look on his face. ]

Dude, aren't you cold?

[algidity]

[A dare? He couldn't just be cold in the middle of summer. Psh.

The lanky teen tilts his head to look at Leo curiously before his lips press together in thought. Then without much of an answer, he withdraws one of his pale hands to press the back of it against Leo, an nonthreatening gesture - he has obviously dealt with this before.

Werewolves may usually run hotter as well, but despite that, his hand is an uncomfortable degree of cold. The back of his hand is withdrawn almost as quickly as it was there, getting shoved back into his pocket.]

Burning up, obviously.

[His words are deemed harmless by the small smile that forms on his lips as he says them.]

[commandertoolbelt]

[ Leo flinches at the contact, startled by the cold, and gives Isaac a sideways glance with one eyebrow raised. How? ]

Actually, you might want to get that checked out. You've gotta be running some kind of fever.

[algidity]

[He's always run cold, probably something to do with the abuse his dad did unto him and bad circulation or something. Who knows. However, Isaac notices the look though and elaborates a little.]

Eh, I'm just weather sensitive.

[Then he shrugs before flashing a bright smile at Leo. He's got 99 problems and the weather is all of them.]

If you find me keeled over somewhere, just throw a blanket on me.

[ospreyed]

Hey! Snowman! [Eponine yells before jumping down from the tree she'd been perched in. Climbing trees was fun, okay? And it got her away from the hustle and bustle of stupid people at camp. Plus, it made an impressive entrance.]

You do realize it's hot as hell, right? [She's standing there in shorts and a tank-top like it's no thing, smirking at the kid. Okay, so he's certainly a lot taller than her 5' frame, and he looks sweet enough. Not that sweet is her normal sort of thing.]

[algidity]

[Isaac stops, watching Eponine's entrance with a quirked brow and mouth slightly ajar. Yeah, a little bit startled, a little bit impressed. Wait, did she just call him Snowman?]

This is not what I consider "hot as hell."

[He blinks slowly before tilting his head to the side with a grin.]

Why were you in a tree?

[She is definitely a foot and a couple inches shorter than him, but he isn't trying to intimidate her with height, instead, he's actually slouching slightly, posture lazy and laid back.]

[ospreyed]

Then you are clearly not from the East Coast. [Long Island was humid and muggy as hell. And the winters, damn. Being a veritable island, it was a wet cold that got you to your bones. And in the city? Buildings formed wind tunnels and made everything worse.]

Why wasn't I in a tree? I felt like sitting and getting some alone time. [There was also a hidden flask in the tree, thanks to her, and she'd been enjoying the smooth taste of alcohol.] Why? That a crime or something around here now? [not that it would bother her.]

[algidity]

California, actually. [A shoulder is pulled up in a lazy shrug. While it does get freaking cold in nocal sometimes, he's always freezing when that happens and not at all used to it.

She has a fair point, and his grin only widens.]

Alright, fair enough. A crime? Uh. Not that I'm aware of, and if it were I wouldn't rat you out anyway. [Snitches get stitches or something.

Baby blues flicker over to the tree, yes, he can smell that alcohol, actually. It's only an assumption that it's actually in the tree, instead of hidden elsewhere. His super-sniffer isn't as good as Derek's.]

Not like anyone has any idea what you could possibly get up to in a tree anyway.

[mesmerism]

[Piper's on her way to the Arts and Crafts area, which isn't really her thing but it's where she can usually find her siblings. However, she stops short when she spots this guy and her curiosity (and her worry) draws her closer.

She's dressed like any Greek demigod camper, in her orange t-shirt and cut off jean shorts with sneakers. The only bit of flair she has are the tiny braids and eagle feathers in her hair.]

Hi. Uhh, are you okay?

[algidity]

[Isaac wets his lips when the other camper asks him if he's okay. He's avoided that question all his life, an abusive dad makes that question very uncomfortable. But this time? He is just cold and kind of grumpy about being so.

Isaac offers her a small smile. He still doesn't accept the idea that people can actually worry about each other (well, more so about him) but that is another topic for another day.]

Yeah, just not good with colder weather. [There's a short pause before he tacks on somewhat awkwardly:] You, uh, you okay?

[mesmerism]

Yeah, I'm fine.

[Though she can't help looking confused.]

This is colder weather to you? Where are you from?

[algidity]

Great.

[He smiles brightly, if a bit sheepish.]

California, and I get cold there too.

[perenials]

[ Anna, someone in the business of knowing at least the names of everyone in camp because she's motherly like that, had been running when she skids to a stop in front of him, flowers falling out of her long braid. There's a literary reference to be made here. Maybe Victor at the end of Frankenstein, though (hopefully), there is no Creature around. ]

Are you ill? [ There is concern wrapped around her simple question and the German girl even frowns sympathetically. ]

[algidity]

[He stops abruptly, eyebrows drawn up in slight surprise at her sudden halt, and somewhat thankful for it. Perhaps more like Beauty and The Beast and instead of in plain sight, the beast is standing right in front of Beauty, hidden from everyone for now.

His attention flickers to one of the falling flowers before it's on her face.]

Nah, just cold. I mean, I might be, but, but uh I think I'm just cold.

[perenials]

[ That's a flattering reference, had she known of it. All the same, fairytales are darker than one might expect. She would know, growing up with the German versions of them. Best she tucks away references of last night's reading in bed. There will be no reviving of the dead. Not today. ]

It's usually a temperate climate in camp. You must be ill. Maybe tea will warm you up, or coffee if that is your preference.

-- Of course, that's just me prying. I don't even know your name, I'm Anna.

[lastplaceigo]

[Margot has the habit of wearing ridiculous jackets in the middle of summer herself, but this is taking it too far. Is there even a person in there beneath all those clothes?

Out for her usual daily run around camp, she stops when she spots Isaac along one of the paths and gives him a look.]

You preparing for the second Ice Age or something? 'Cause I don't think it's going to happen quite yet.

[algidity]

[Eyebrows raise and something that seems vaguely snarky in nature passes over his face.]

Second Ice Age? Not sure 'bout that, but, no, I'm just cold. But you never know, isn't that a lot of people's final last words are? "Oh, I don't think it'll actually happen."

[He tilts his head to the side, white teeth flashed in an amused grin.]

If it does suddenly happen, I'm prepared.

[lastplaceigo]

Then those'll be my last words because I'm pretty sure it's not going to happen. Ever.

[Probably famous last words. Who knows.

Her face contorts into a quick grimace as her eyes rove over his outfit one more time.]

Seriously, though. You're gonna die in that in this heat. It's summer.

[serenesuccessor]

You okay?

[Naomi was passing by, but halts when she sees the grumpy looking guy in way too many clothes. Well that was odd. Today was a warm day too, at least for the thirteen year old. She'd been running around with the sleeves of her camp shirt rolled up and shorts.]

[algidity]

[Hello small adorable teenager. Isaac doesn't really know how to small adorable teenagers so forgive him.

He is actually cold, it isn't some weird fashion statement in the middle of summer... However stylish it may be.]

Yeah? [Is that a question, or is he telling you?] Are you?

[serenesuccessor]

Yeeeeees?

[Isaac used confusion. It was super effective.]

Why're you all bundled up if you're okay?