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halfbloodhill2014-05-10 03:59 pm
catpiss) wrote in halfbloodhill2014-05-10 03:59 pm
Bolt I ➵ IM
[She's barely been at the camp for a few hours. Everything here is vastly more expansive than she was thinking it would be, and to be quite frank, she's -- a little overwhelmed. Maybe the reason that she's posting this is because she hopes a familiar face she suspected of being here will pop up. She pulls her hand through her hair (it's dirty and unkempt, maybe someone should tell her where the showers are located?) and heaves out a breath that's just as tired as she looks. She might look calm because of that, but the way her leg is rhythmically bouncing just off-screen gives away how she's really feeling.
She stares dumbly into the rainbow for a moment or two, like she's still a little disbelieving that this is how things actually work. From the background around her, she's probably at the edge of the forest.]
...uh, hi.
[She casts her gaze back toward the camp, then swallows. So eloquent, this one. Is she seriously supposed to be the daughter of someone who's a poet? Maybe a really bad poet.]
Is there some sort of student list here? I need to check up on someone.
[She'll vehemently deny that she's worried about Finnick. He might've paid attention to her in school, but he was still sort of an ass. She's just -- grasping at straws for any hint of familiarity, okay? Some of the creatures here have legs like deer. She's suddenly worried she might've accidentally wounded one of them in the past, hunting in the back woods of her house for food.]
She stares dumbly into the rainbow for a moment or two, like she's still a little disbelieving that this is how things actually work. From the background around her, she's probably at the edge of the forest.]
...uh, hi.
[She casts her gaze back toward the camp, then swallows. So eloquent, this one. Is she seriously supposed to be the daughter of someone who's a poet? Maybe a really bad poet.]
Is there some sort of student list here? I need to check up on someone.
[She'll vehemently deny that she's worried about Finnick. He might've paid attention to her in school, but he was still sort of an ass. She's just -- grasping at straws for any hint of familiarity, okay? Some of the creatures here have legs like deer. She's suddenly worried she might've accidentally wounded one of them in the past, hunting in the back woods of her house for food.]