Break Me Out (Raya)

[Chase Taylor]

Chase sat in the arts and crafts building. He had been here for the past couple days. Each day was the same. Then again, he was making a very expansive project. His hands were covered in dry clay as he continued to work. His shirt sleeves rolled up past his elbows. He almost looked like a baker. His arms were coated in the dust. A mini replica of the camp. And by replica, he meant it. There was everything. Cabins, forest, canoe lake, ocean, arena, forgery. The whole place. Everywhere that was inside the protective barrier.

It had taken him weeks. And missing lessons. But he didn't mind. He was getting bored of these lessons. So he spent his time here, challenging himself by his memory. He didn't know how he would put this in the kiln. Or how he would glaze it, but when that time came he would figure it out. All he had left to do was the cabins. And even those were pretty much done. Every cabin had every little nook and cranny in it. Even the Hermes cabin looked as if a tiny Bailey could walk through it. He hadn't built the inside of the cabins. That would be way too difficult and he didn't know what all the insides looked like.

He had the Athena cabin last. He wanted to save his own for last. And he had already been working on it for close to a day. He was scoring and slipping. Building and taking down. Adding and retracting. This was a complete replica shoved down to the size of on of those table maps. Everything was proportionate to the next. He almost had the urge to make little people. His friends in particular. Maybe him and Olivia. He smiled at the thought and gave a sigh. For being together, the two hadn't talked that much lately.

He wiped his hand across his face. He had been in here all day long. Ever since he woke up that morning. Hadn't gone to breakfast, wasn't hungry. And then didn't go to lunch because he didn't realize what time it was. His stomach was growling at him as he stood up to stretch. Just then little Timothy from his cabin came running in. The kid looked up to Chase. Always hung around him when Chase wasn't busy. This time he had brought a sandwich into his older brother. "Here Chase! I didn't see you at breakfast or lunch so figured you would be in here and hungry."

Chase smiled at the little boy and ruffled his head before taking the food. "Thanks Timothy. What have you been up to today?" They had a simple conversation. Timothy asking how much longer Chase had until he was done. Chase asking about things Timothy had done. They whole time they talked, Chase's back was to the mini replica. No one had really come into his corner so he assumed his project would be alright. But that comforting thought ended when he felt the board bump into him which toppled the leather hard, dry, and difficult Zeus cabin to the floor. Chase froze.

He blinked a couple times before noticing Timothy staring wide-eyed at the house that was now in pieces. "Even longer than I thought at the beginning." He gave a dry humorless laugh as he turned to face whoever had bumped into the table. His eyes caught sight of the dark hair and for a moment his heart leapt thinking it was Olivia. Until the girl turned around. It was definitely not her. He stared at her with a level stare wondering what she would say. Little Timothy peeked around Chase to see who it was as well.

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Notes; Yay! Their thread! And I'm lazy so no outfit or template xD just pretend he was wearing what he first wore meeting Tara on SA ^.^

[Rayalen Rodriguez]

Rayalen reached up to push some of her bangs behind her ear. She was in a decent mood today, and was wanting to do something creative. What place was better for that than the arts and crafts building?

She kicked a loose rock with her black converse sneakers as she walked over to the building and went inside. She went straight to the music room. That was her specialty after all. She might not be a daughter of Apollo, but that didn't mean she didn't know how to play a piano. She sat down at the bench and for a few minutes just sat there. She wasn't really sure what to play. She wasn't in any particular mood today. Usually when she wanted to play she had some sort of mood she was in. But not today.

With a sigh she stood and moved away from the piano. She was bored. She wanted to do something productive. She looked over at one of the tables in the room, and frowned. Obviously somebody had been busy previously. All varieties of craft utensils were scattered around the table, and it was obvious that someone had used the stuff, and then left it all out when they were done.

She rolled her eyes and walked over to the table and slowly started gather everything into two boxes. She put the construction paper, scissors, glitter and other such things into one box. Into the other she placed the loose pieces of clay that was scattered about, yarn, glue and any other number of odds and ends. By the time she was finished she had two very full boxes of odd ends and pieces. She piled them on top of each other and started to walk towards the crafting room. She assumed that's where all this stuff had come from in the first place.

This was one of those times that she cursed her small frame. She wasn't very tall, or broad, so she all but disappeared behind the two boxes. She certainly couldn't see very well where she was walking. For a second, she considered taking one box at a time...but hey, what fun would that be right? What's life without a little whimsy.

When she reached the closed door to the crafts room she groaned. She leaned against the door frame, the two boxes shoved between her small body and the door, and with one hand she reached down to twist the handle and with the other the desperately tried to balance the two boxes. As the door opened she quickly reached back to the two boxes and smiled. Success!!

With the boxes again lifted up she walked through the doorway and towards the back corner where she knew the supply corner was located. She hadn't taken very many steps when her hip slammed into something hard."Oww!!"

That was definitely going to leave a bruise, but that thought was forgotten when she heard the crash. She'd knocked something off, and by the sound of it, it had broken. She started to turn around to see what she'd knocked over and ran into yet another table. This time she dropped the two boxes, causing the floor in front of her to become showered with paper, glitter, and all of the rest of the supplies she had so carefully put into the boxes. She groaned and slipped down to her knees to begin cleaning up her mess.

She had momentarily forgotten about whatever it was she'd knocked over, but now, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the clay pieces that she hadn't remembered packing away before. Her face paled as she looked up to see the two boys watching her. "Oh.."

She immediately felt horrible. She glanced up at the table, and even from where she sat on the floor she could see the immense detail that had gone into the boys' project. She cast yet another glance to the fallen house and, even with the pieces destroyed, she could tell it had been detailed. She didn't bother saying she was sorry. It wouldn't be enough. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth and she glanced up at the boy who seemed to have been the most involved. She didn't say anything, just stared, waiting for him to start yelling. That's what most people did when most of their time turned out to be wasted right? If it had been her work that had been destroyed like that she certainly would have been pissed.

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words; 753
tagged; Chase
outfit; HERE
notes; lol she feels super bad. She's scared to say anything lol
credits;
lyrics by Demi Lovato!

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[Chase Taylor]

Chase gave a sigh and closed his eyes for a moment. She had been helping clean up. The two boxes she had been carrying had spilt all over the floor. He turned towards Timothy giving a small smile to the little boy. "Thanks for the sandwich. I will probably be at dinner. So you don't have to come back here again." The young boy nodded and said a quick bye and paused for a moment before running out of the running after giving a shy bye to Raya.

Chase had to smile. The little 10 year old had lost a lot. But he was still a good kid. He looked back to Raya taking a deep breath to calm himself. It wouldn't be good to go into a yelling rant at her. It hadn't really been her fault. He bent down next to her and picked up the pieces of clay first. There wasn't anything he could do with them. They were too wet. It would be simpler just to make another one. He tossed them into the trash can full of tossed out clay before going back to help her again.

Her face was pale and he was pretty sure that she thought he was going to blow up at her. He had been about to, until he noticed what had really happened. Which is why he hasn't. He gave another sigh and handed her a hand broom and a scoop so she could get up the pieces of glitter that littered the floor. He himself started picking up the bigger pieces. "Your lucky I saw Timothy's little glance at you. I couldn't possibly get mad at someone the little kid deems as cute."

He glanced up at her with a small smile. Sure he had Olivia, but he could appreciate a good looking girl when there was one. As long as he didn't act on it. And he wasn't going to. "And he was right. You are beautiful." He gave her a gentle smile, wanting her to not feel uneasy around him. After picking up a few more pieces he held out his hand. "Chase Taylor. Son of Athena. Who might you be?"

He looked back at his mini map of the camp and looked to the spot that once held his cabin. He spoke in a light manner that held a slight tease to it. "You set me back a couple days in this project. Just when I was pretty much finished with it." He finished putting away the rest of the supplies and leaned against the wall waiting for her to speak or react. He could take a small break from it. Otherwise he would just end up getting mad at the project. And he couldn't have that.

Notes: He's just like gahhhh fine. I can't get mad.

[Rayalen Rodriguez]

Rayalen gave a nod to the little kid who walked by. She was looking down at the mess she'd made when his hand entered her field of vision, and in it the broom and dustpan. She looked up cautiously to make eye contact with him, and slowly took the broom. She started to sweep up the glitter that covered the floor, looking like it had exploded out of it's cylinder.

She was content to sit there in silence while he fussed about the inconvenience she'd caused. But then when he spoke there wasn't any anger in his tone. She looked up at him confused. Then he said the kid had thought she was cute. Her eyes widened and she quickly lowered her head to look at the glitter. Cute? The kid thought she was cute. She smirked, that kid, Timothy? Was a little young for her.

"And he was right, you are beautiful." Her eyes widened once more and she gave her head a slight shake, causing her hair to fall and she looked sideways. Between the two she figured he wouldn't be able to see her face. Which was her goal at the moment since she could feel the blood rushing to her face. She knew her it was red. She didn't say anything in response to that. What should she say? Then he said his name. She felt her face return to normal, and she took a deep breath before she moved her head to look up at him. She was done with the glitter anyway. She bit her lip before answering his question. How much should she give him? She didn't know him. She decided to keep it short for now. Camp was small after all. She was kind of surprised she didn't already know him. Now that she thought about it she supposed she'd seen him around. But still, he didn't need to know everything about her. She timidly took his hand. "Raya."

She looked back down to focus on her work, cleaning up the mess she'd made. She picked up a few of the puff balls that were strewn about the floor. Then he was talking again. About how he'd set her back. It kind of sounded like he was teasing her, but she didn't really appreciate it. She sighed and looked up at him. "I'm sorry..."

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words; 391
tagged; Chase
outfit; HERE
notes; lol she isn't feeling very talkative.
credits;
lyrics by Demi Lovato!

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[Chase Taylor]

Her hair dropped in front of her face and for a moment Chase grinned and chuckled inwardly. She was probably hiding her face. He supposed he caught her off guard. He kept cleaning fine with it being quite. He didn't care how long it took her to relax around him again. After a couple seconds of him introducing himself she spoke as well. Just her name. Or nickname. He wasn't sure. He looked at her curiously for a moment. Now why would she have done that? Why only her name? Why nothing else? "Well nice to meet you Raya. You looked familiar but I don't think we've ever talked."

But he shrugged. He could figure it out later if he really wanted to. She said sorry and for a moment his anger flared back up. But after a slight pause and a couple deep breathes he sighed. "Luckily it isn't for anything so it doesn't really have a time limit. And also luckily that you didn't break more than just my cabin." He took a moment to look at the layout and then back at Raya. Or more precisely her hands. They were small. Perfect size. The wheels in his head started turning.

"Say to make up for it, would you like to help me out? I wasn't able to get some of the detail on the cabins thanks to the porches. Your hands are smaller than mine and can fit through it easier. Would you like to help?" Timothy had started doing that, but Chase had been watching him. His hands were a bit shaky. Perhaps Raya would have a steadier hand. This would also give him a bit more time to redo the Athena cabin. Then he wouldn't have to rush to try the detail.

Sure he didn't have a time limit, but if it got to dry it would be extremely difficult to get it into the kiln without other pieces breaking and falling off. If that happened, he shook his head, all his hard work would go down the drain. It would be for nothing. He sighed. He needed this done so he could move onto other things. Besides. He had made something for Olivia that he still had to glaze for her. It was for their six month. Six months. He had been with the daughter of Zeus for that long. Thinking of her brought a soft smile to his face.