Post by Bobbi Rianne Koester on Nov 3, 2012 9:20:00 GMT -5
Why had she been asked to meet a child of Ares here? Bobbi knew something bad was going to happen, and she should have ignored his request altogether. And yet, something about it gnawed at her. Maybe he would reveal something about her past - that would be nice of him. But he hadn't sounded relaxed when he asked her first. He sounded strained and definitely had looked more unhappy than was normal, even nowadays at camp where everybody was worried about everything.
At first, the daughter of Poseidon hadn't wanted to come, but she didn't want to go back on her promise now. Luke had made it sound slightly urgent, and she wouldn't feel right just ditching him when she knew that whatever this was would be important to him. And so she had donned a pair of dark-wash jeans - some seemingly old ones with rips in both knees - along with a camisole, an Aéropostale sweatshirt, and rain boots so she wouldn't ruin any other shoes. After that, she had gone sloshing through the mud and trodden on the weakened grass until she finally reached the place where she was to meet Luke.
It was all so weird. She didn't even know him or anything. Not now, anyway...but they had probably known each other before Bobbi hit her head. It kind of sucked to be an amnesiac - you never knew what anybody was going to do to you. Staring up at the sky, she tried to forget about the weird situation at hand and think about other things. But whenever you try not to think about something, it always creeps back to you. Soon enough, she stopped trying to repress her wonderings and just stood there, half sheltered by a tree as she waited and her mind raced with possibilities, each one more feeble and unlikely than the last.
The rain was pouring down harder now, making it difficult to see. If Bobbi had moved, she would have easily fallen - she didn't like messing with rain; just large bodies of water. The blonde debated going back, but by now it would be less fuss to just stay. And so she did.
this post was made of suck. SORREH. </3 damn muse...
