Post by Jade "Jadie" Duvalier on Nov 24, 2013 23:51:52 GMT -5
This whole place was somewhat paradoxical, Jadie had decided upon stepping within the camp borders for the first time. She had accepted, at this point, that there were such things as Greek gods and - well, apparently - half-blooded offspring. She still wasn't sure whether to be relieved or concerned; relieved because all her childhood quirks could be attributed to whatever the hell this was, concerned because everybody around the camp seemed to be walking around the place in the perpetual state of "whacked-out ball of angst." Not to mention the fact that her mother and the satyr visitor had dropped her off here with no more than two days' warning. But she didn't have very many options - did she go around denying what she had learnt to be the obvious, or did she join the people who tossed around casual statements like "Mr. D banned me from singing around people because my mom's a siren"? Ridiculous. And yet, she'd learned in her first month at Camp Half-Blood that this was all true. Accepting it would be healthy, she'd decided.
It had been a month since she'd been dumped here, and Jadie had yet to figure out who her divine parent was. At this point, this was what concerned her the most; it seemed that the cloud of worry looming around her would go away if only her godly parent would grow a pair and show their face. The unclaimed kids were treated by the rest of the camp's occupants to be the bottom of the pyramid. They slept with any spare blankets or sleeping bags they could find on the already crowded Hermes cabin floor; they were regarded as lower because their godly parent was, thus far, ashamed to associate his or herself with them. At least, that was how the Hermes kids made it to be - they were better because they knew who made them magical, or whatever. The whole concept annoyed Jadie to no end, but since she was new, she couldn't exactly complain about it without being ridiculed further.
She'd spent the past four weeks living inside a sleeping bag, with no more than one rolling suitcase's worth of belongings. Half of those weeks had been spent sneezing because of the excessive amount of dust inside the cabin (how long had it been since the place had had a proper cleaning, anyway?). Jadie could already see the day she moved out into one of the cleaner, more spacious cabins; now it was only a matter of time. She was pretty sure, at this point, that she didn't belong with the Hermes children. They were all so cheeky and pissy and that weird combination of oversensitive and apathetic.
Jadie wasn't that annoying. Right?
It was one of those afternoons that was sunny but cold as hell and Jadie had decided that it would be spent organizing the small collection of things she had brought with her from home to camp. Admittedly, it was not much more than her favorite clothes and a fraction of her music collection, as well as a photo album, but at least it was something. Within an hour, she had organized her shirts into a rainbow, and then sorted them by pattern, and then by neckline style. There wasn't much to do in this place until you were claimed; at least then Jadie could have some sense of belonging.
She could picture herself in lots of different places. The Apollo cabin, where she could play her violin without being scoffed at. The Aphrodite cabin, where she could give her beautiful sisters makeovers and get boy advice from ridiculously hot half-brothers. She could even see herself in the Minors cabin, making friends with all sorts of different people.
But for now she was stuck in the Hermes cabin, waiting for a future she wasn't sure she'd have.