Fuzzy Blue Lights (Dylan)

[Darcy Hawk]

Rain pattered against the window. Darcy felt awake but didn't want to open her eyes. She had always liked sleeping next to the window. The rhythym of the rain mesmerized her. She opened her eyes, sat up, stretched her arms out, and starting into her short morning routine.

First, Darcy showered herself down. She shaved her legs and then proceeded to brushing her teeth. After brushing her teeth, she dried out her hair with a hairdryer. She curled it loosely, noting that her one, thick white streak was fading. She would have to dye it back to full color again soon. She out the first clothes she saw on the top of her trunk. A light tan shirt with thin, black stripes, a cropped leather jacket and some ripped jeans. She slipped them on and sprayed a bit of Beyonce's "Heat" perfume on her. She didn't want to lay it on too thick. No need to go overboard.

Darcy only applied light makeup. She wanted to look normal, but not overdone. She put on her mascara first, spreading her black lashes out. Then she fluttered some silvery/gray/sparkly eyeshadow over her eyes so that they "glowed" a bit. Finally, she spread some smooth, light pink lipgloss over her lips. She grabbed a cute necklace with two owls on it. A little crystal baby owl was snuggled against the bigger crystal owl. They were sitting on a branch. Hearing the rain, she put on some Sperry rainboots, lacing them up quickly. After a quick glance in the mirror, she headed out the door at 9:26 AM.

Some campers were aimlessly roaming, some carrying umbrellas. Darcy almost facepalmed. Her umbrella! Hey, how could a little rain hurt her? She bounced along, trying to raise the spirits of the healthier campers, who seemed down.

Darcy Hawk knew that she had some things to think about. Soon she would be twenty-one. A counselor. Wow. She never thought this time would come. But it wouldn't exactly be super fun to be a counselor with all of the sick kids. Plus, she heard that one of the trees in the forest fell. Thunder must have struck it or something. Or maybe it just died. But a tree fell! Trees rarely fell at Camp Half-Blood. Something wasn't right. And it wasn't just the sickness.

Darce thought about everything as she drifted across the smooth, clear lake in a carved canoe, feeling the soft raindrops patter down on her. She was smart to have all waterproof makeup. And she asked the Hecate campers to charm every article of her clothing so that it was completely waterproof. If something bad happened she wanted to be ready for her clothes not to be obliterated. She closed her eyes, keeping every thought of sickness and counseloring and waterproof clothing in her filled mind.

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been a long cold 477 words. lonely winter finished. feels like years Dylan Hawk. since its been clear outfit. slowly melting welcome to darcyland. its alright REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

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[Dylan Hawk]

By the time Dylan rose himself out of his top bunk, which was above his sister, she was already long gone. He sat up, looking out a moment of the window. He couldn’t help but grimace at the rain. Sure he liked it, but it wasn’t normal. Especially for how endlessly it had been recently. It was weird. There were even mud puddles out there for Pete’s sake. He didn’t know why the Gods and Goddess’ haven’t stopped it yet. He shook his head. Even though he turned twenty-one soon, that didn’t change anything. He couldn’t stop it. The kids were going on a quest that he couldn’t go on and hopefully they would bring back the answer.

He slid off of his top bunk, and looked around. This cabin was always so full. He wondered if he could change that when he became a counselor. Maybe make it bigger. Or maybe make a cabin specifically for the kids that were unclaimed. He walked into the bathroom, but before he did he grabbed everything that he would need. He quickly shaved his face while he was in there. He couldn’t stand the shadow he would get over night. It made him feel dirty.

After his shower, he pulled on some jeans, a light gray V-neck, and a leather jacket. A tiny bit of Calvin Klein’s “One” cologne, and he was good to go. He slid on some boots, covering the tops of them with his jeans so that his good shoes wouldn’t get ruined in the water. These were pretty much water-resistant. He stepped outside the cabin and was greeted by a blast of cold air thanks to the rain. His hair had been done sort of styled messily, and thanks to some shampoo from the Hecate cabin that he had borrowed. It wouldn’t get riddled down with the rain.

He headed off towards the Canoe Lake, knowing his sister liked to go there when she had to think and she was thinking a lot lately. Sure enough, by the time he got there, she was in the middle of the lake drifting along peacefully. He looked around and spotted a canoe close to the shore that wasn’t being used. He slid in it, and started his way out to her. It would be no use calling to her right now, since the rain would probably just make his shout disappear. After a couple minutes of hard stroking, he was able to finally stop as his canoe, slid up next to hers. He smiled at her with his ever known grin.

His light brown eyes caught her darker ones. ”Well sister. What are your thoughts now?” He gave a small laugh as he looked at her. Since she was still moving, he slowly moved his oars to keep the pace with her. Twins in every way. Well almost every way.

TAGGED . Darcy
WORDS . 480
NOTES . Sorry this took so long ^.^
CLOTHES . Clicky!

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[Darcy Hawk]

Saying that he scared her shitless would be an understatement. Darcy was shaken out of her thoughts by a familiar low voice. Darcy jumped up, causing her canoe to wobble. While Darcy was trying to regain her balance, the canoe flipped over, and Darcy slipped into the water.

"Holy crap, Dyl! You scared me to death!" she told him, her dark head popping up out of the murky water. Her hair was matted down wet, but her clothes remained dry. You would think that she would notice a six foot two blonde guy drifting toward her in a huge canoe. But Darcy, obviously, had been lost in thought.

Carefully, Darcy flipped over her canoe and scrambled inside, immediately freezing her ass off. "You're buying my new white hair dye bottle for that, Dylan." she grumbled, lifting up the now-not-so white streak in the front of her hair and examining it.

To keep herself from freezing to death, Darcy squeezed the cold water out of her hair and ran her fingers through it. As she organized it on her head, she quickly ran him over with the details from her rudely interrupted thoughts.

"Well, I was thinking about how we're gonna be counselors soon. Do you think they do some sort of odd initiation thing for us? It would really suck if they did, because I'm sure it involves a really nasty prank. But don't you think it would really suck to be a counselor right now with all of the sick kids and questing and shit like that? And do you we move out of the Hermes cabin? Because it gets really tight and nasty in there. And the new Tal Winchell is scaring us all. And sometimes the new kids can get annoying ..." Darcy trailed off, realizing that his ear would fall of if he had to endure anymore of her constant blabbering.

Darcy wasn't going to deny that sometimes she could get a bit annoying. Her cheerful sense of optimism had pissed off numerous people, and her constant rambling was a bit of a bother, too. But she wasn't really aiming to be perfect or anything. Just herself.

"Anyway," she went on "what about the rain? We've been here for ten years and I've never seen it like this. I heard a tree fell the other day. I've never heard of a tree falling either. A few dryads aren't too happy about dying, either. And did you hear that the first sickie died? This little depressed redhead girl who was one of the first to get it. I heard she was in this huge fight with her best friend over this guy because apparently him and this sick girl were talking trash about the best friend or something. I heard the best friend had the whole scene where she forgave the sick girl and then she just died. I think it's sort of ..." Darcy was about to say sad, but shook her head. "I'm rambling again, aren't I?" she asked him, chuckling at herself while she shook her head lightly. Sometimes she needed to ramble to someone, and Dylan was the least likely to judge her for her constant chattering.

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been a long cold 541 words. lonely winter finished. feels like years Dylan Hawk. since its been clear outfit. slowly melting I cracked up at the mental picture of Darcy falling over her canoe. xD. its alright REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

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[Dylan Hawk]

When the canoe flipped over and his sister fell into the water, he couldn't help but give a soft laugh. That was great. She got the crap scared out of her for something that he thought made noise. She must've been really deep in her thoughts. "Shouldn't you always be on guard Dar?" He said with a smirk. Once she flipped her canoe over, Dylan leaned over to steady it for her while she got back in. Her clothes must've been charmed as he noticed that only her hair got wet, not them. For him it would be the other way. Why he hadn't thought of that he wasn't sure.

He heard her grumble about her hair and just smiled and nodded. "Of course. Does it have to be bought though?" He said with a wink, his face breaking out into a huge grin and his eyes seeming to twinkle. Why wouldn't they? They were just showing his mind whirring with the task of being able to steal for a good cause. His sister's hair. It was always fun to steal things, but when for an actual reason it was even better. He watched as she started the task of getting the water out of her hair while talking to him.

Initiation for being a counselor? He hadn't really thought of any of that. He just assumed that Chiron came to them and asked to be counselors or they went to him. But knowing the Hermes cabin, if two of their cabin mates were going to be counselors they would do something to them. Quest and training, a major part of being a counselor and they would have to take care of it. Sure it would be hard but it would be worth it. Her thoughts seemed to mirror his own about the cabins; even he didn't know the answer to that one.

Darcy seemed to pause for a moment and he knew it wasn't to take a break. She probably didn't want to seem annoying or something. But it wasn't like he minded. She started up again after that short pause. The rain was an oddity. Everyone seemed confused by it. A tree falling! How had he not heard about that? His eyes widened for a moment. This wasn't good at all. Wait what?! He had to backtrack on what she said for a minute. Pandora died? When had this happened? He was just way out of the loop these days. He shook his head with a small frown; this wasn't a good year for Camp Half-Blood.

She finally seemed to be done and he smiled at the last thing she said. "Really Darcy? You think I care if my sister who I have lived with for all of my life rambles off to me. I'm fine with it. I grew up with you remember?" He said with a grin and a laugh. Now it was his turn to start talking back and answering all the questions she had asked. He gave a sigh to get a good breath then started.

He held up his hand to start ticking off the things that she talked about. Though he wasn't as bubbly, he could manage to fit all this into a short conversation. "First, I'm not sure about the initiation. I'm sure our cabin would do something to us, but you never see the other cabins doing anything to their cabin mates who decide to stay to be counselors. Second, sure it will be a pain since we would have to train those kids and stuff but it needs to be done. Third, I'm not sure about the cabins. I mean you would think we would move out to like a counselor building, but if they have one I'm not sure. I think all the counselors stay with their cabins. We should try to see if they will make a separate one for counselors though if there isn't one." He paused to take a breath. He wasn't used to talking as much as his sister was, but he knew she probably would get impatient waiting for him to finish talking.

"Fourth, yes the rain is weird. And that thing about the tree. The poor dryads are probably going crazy right now. I talked to a satyr the other day, but he seemed in a rush. Now I know why. Fifth, Pandora died?! Have they not had the ceremony or something yet where we burn the shroud in her honor? I don't get any of this. It's all just happening too fast." He slipped into a saddened face, his usually cheeky grin replaced by a frown at the news of the fallen tree, dryads dying, and Pandora dying. He hadn't known the girl personally but he had heard that she was a sweet girl.

TAGGED . Darcy
WORDS . 803
NOTES . Haha same here xD But Dylan's so nice to his sister. <3 Wow. Muse...is high.
CLOTHES . Clicky!

CREDIT . this lovely template was made by Arro from Caution 2.0. and features lyrics belonging to the oh so amazing Jason Mraz. please leave all of this credit stuff in tact and leave a link for Miss Roro here if you are going to be using this anywhere.