Post by Deleted on May 3, 2012 4:42:45 GMT -5
Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance as tall, dark waves pounded the empty beach. Empty, that is, except for December.
Her moods always distorted when the weather got strange. Before she’d come to camp, it had been a little weird, though she’d managed to curb most of her impulses. Like, in the middle of a slumber party it would start to rain, and then she would feel this irresistible desire to run away to a place where she could be completely alone… that was already weird in itself, since Em was a certified extrovert and usually hated to be alone. At camp, though, her whims had taken a stronger turn; which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, just really, really weird.
Something had pushed her to walk all the way out here—the small strip of beach right next to the boundary between Camp Half-blood and the mortal world—and just sit… on a rock… in the middle of what she defined as ‘nowhere.’ Huzzah.
Ugh. Wearily, December pushed a limp strand of brown hair behind her ear and glanced over the scenery again. Rocks, waves, sand, rocks, waves, sand… person? Through the thin mist that had been creeping up onto the sand, the daughter of Hermes could just make out an approaching silhouette. It was a male, she decided finally, and turned away indifferently.
In her current mood, it really didn’t matter who the person was, just so long as they didn’t bother her. December was particular about that kind of thing, and interference would not be appreciated. At least, the stumbling-bumbling kind of awkward interference that one person meeting another person in the middle of nowhere would dictate. If whoever-it-was could make decent conversation, though, that would be a whole different situation. Not that the likelihood of the person being able to do that was very high.
As the crunching footsteps grew louder by the minute, Em focused on one rocks out of many that littered the sand. It had a queer shape, and pleased her for some unknown reason.
Words: 341
Muse: Eh.
Notes: Heya.
Her moods always distorted when the weather got strange. Before she’d come to camp, it had been a little weird, though she’d managed to curb most of her impulses. Like, in the middle of a slumber party it would start to rain, and then she would feel this irresistible desire to run away to a place where she could be completely alone… that was already weird in itself, since Em was a certified extrovert and usually hated to be alone. At camp, though, her whims had taken a stronger turn; which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, just really, really weird.
Something had pushed her to walk all the way out here—the small strip of beach right next to the boundary between Camp Half-blood and the mortal world—and just sit… on a rock… in the middle of what she defined as ‘nowhere.’ Huzzah.
Ugh. Wearily, December pushed a limp strand of brown hair behind her ear and glanced over the scenery again. Rocks, waves, sand, rocks, waves, sand… person? Through the thin mist that had been creeping up onto the sand, the daughter of Hermes could just make out an approaching silhouette. It was a male, she decided finally, and turned away indifferently.
In her current mood, it really didn’t matter who the person was, just so long as they didn’t bother her. December was particular about that kind of thing, and interference would not be appreciated. At least, the stumbling-bumbling kind of awkward interference that one person meeting another person in the middle of nowhere would dictate. If whoever-it-was could make decent conversation, though, that would be a whole different situation. Not that the likelihood of the person being able to do that was very high.
As the crunching footsteps grew louder by the minute, Em focused on one rocks out of many that littered the sand. It had a queer shape, and pleased her for some unknown reason.
Words: 341
Muse: Eh.
Notes: Heya.