you wanna be a loser like me [open]

[Talia Winchell]

Tal had woken up reeeallly early that day. Of course, it was because the sun had decided straight into her window, therefore practically blinding her the moment she opened her eyes. Usually, she would just lie in bed until others woke up so she could herd them down to breakfast, being the Cabin Leader of the Hermes kids and the unclaimeds, but today? It was only five in the morning. She estimated her siblings wouldn't be up for several more hours at least—the Hermes and unclaimed kids tended to sleep in—so she had decided to get breakfast by herself, for once in her life.

Since it was barely sun-up, there weren't many other campers getting breakfast already. Shrugging, Tal made her way to the place where food was already laid out and began helping herself...strawberries and two pieces of cinnamon toast. She wasn't really that hungry. She was never the type of person that was always hungry no matter how much she ate, and she was built slightly, so she was thankful that she didn't enjoy stuffing herself.

After dropping her butteriest, cinnamoniest piece of toast into the fire to offer to her dad, Hermes, she carried her meager breakfast over to the Hermes table and began eating. Thank the gods she had had the foresight to tie her hair in a ponytail this morning; the wind was savage and would surely have done something to her hair. Flyaways were Tal's hair's specialty. Always. Never was there a single day when it would oblige. She was thinking about cutting it shoulder-length. Maybe even shorter.

She wasn't really expecting anyone to come along right then, but then again, her expectations were nearly always wrong. Today was one of those times.

Words: 292
Muse: Craptastically awesome
Notes: I'm sure someone will want to eat breakfast at five in the morning...right?
Tags: Open

[Stella West]

Stella walked into the dining hall. It was early and she had wanted more than ever to get away from the pitiful new kids in the Aphrodite Cabin. I mean, gods Mom, if you want to have kids with hot guys make sure the kids are hot too! Stella was starting to think that Aphrodite was pestering with her. No goddess could have more kids. The Aphrodite Cabin was flowing out the windows! Stella's blonde hair fell onto her shoulders flawlessly and her light blue eyes shined with beauty and endless pride. She made her way to the mess hall effortlessly as a small sliver of the sun peaked up from the Long Island Sound behind her. Stella opened the doors to the mess hall and walked in.

Stella then realized that she wasn't alone. She flicked around towards the other girl in the hall. Talysus Winchell. Daughter of Hermes. Stella particularly despised Hermes Children. They spent too much time pranking and less time with beauty and fashion. It was super annoying to Stella. She couldn't get how you could spend so much time pranking. She went over to Talysus.

"What are you doing here, Winchell?" she asked "I'm dying to know." Stella looked at her simply, looking down on Talysus.

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TAGGED! Talysus Winchell, Open
WORD COUNT! 213
MUSE! Suckish
CREDITS! Me

[Talia Winchell]

"What are you doing here, Winchell? I'm dying to know."

Oh, so she was wrong. Some conceited brat was up here too, who was wondering why in the world she was eating breakfast and not crash dieting? Mmhmm. And her assumptions were correct this time as she turned around and found herself staring into the icy blue eyes of Stella Anne West, the somewhat legendary cabin leader of the Aphrodite cabin. Almost all the Hermes guys drooled over her, even the unclaimeds who hadn't been within ten yards of her in their lives. Tal assumed it was because she must occasionally be able to Charmspeak, or something like that. And yes, she was pretty. Those laser blue eyes, that golden wavy hair that cascaded down her back that she flipped all the time. All the boys were mesmerized by this girl. Most of the non-Aphrodite girls in the camp found her obnoxious. That was kind of standard if you were the Aphrodite Cabin Leader.

"The real question is what you're doing here, Stella," Tal said calmly, biting the end off of a particularly juicy strawberry. "You know, since you tend to crash diet so much. Despite already reaching your goal of...hm, forty pounds?" Tal continued to eat, keeping her back to Stella's gorgeous face. Who knew what she was going to do—would Stella Charmspeak her? Attack her using lethal weapons such as ten-hour lipstick? She wouldn't put it past the girl, who Tal had never really spoken to but knew she wasn't the kindest person at the camp. Or the meanest, either. Still.

"And don't you need your beauty sleep?" Tal continued calmly, taking a bite of her toast. "You know, so you don't get bags under your eyes like you have now..." She wondered why Stella was even talking to her...

Words: 312
Muse: Meh
Notes: xD
Tags: Stella/Open/Bailey, eventually.

[Stella West]

Stella laughed "Think you're so funny don't you, Winchell?" she asked "You just can't look at me because your scared, darling...you know that in a few minutes you'll respect me." oh, now this was just too fun. Stella could tell Talysus was thinking, trying to resist her charmspeak. No one resists Stella West's charmspeak. It was impossible. Stella could tell. Guys were captivated by her. She flicked Tal around to face her. She batted her eyelashes. "Have some respect, darling...I know that you disrespect me...just have some faith!"

Stella absolutely adored charmspeak. It was the number one way to minipulate someone. She remembered the day she had discovered that she could charmspeak.

{FLASHBACK!}
A fourteen-year-old blonde girl sat by the Long Island Sound, captivated by the sunset. The girl brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her thin, long arms around them. That's when she heard something. She turned around and saw a blonde boy around her age.

"Hello Mason."

Mason was her ex-boyfriend. His blue eyes weren't filled with deep regret.

"Do you regret breaking up with me...? Please say that you do..." she said.

"Yes..." he said distantly, his eyes suddenly filling with sorrow. The girl smiled at him.

Later that night the girl asked the Aphrodite Cabin Leader about Aphrodites' children's powers. She told of charmspeak. That's when she finally knew...she could charmspeak.
{END OF FLASHBACK!}

Stella remembered the night vividly. She blinked gracefully at Talysus.

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TAGGED! Tal, Bailey(soon)
WORD COUNT! 254
MUSE! Blarrr.

[Talia Winchell]

"Think you're so funny, don't you, Winchell? You just can't look at me because you're scared, darling...you know that in a few minutes you'll respect me. Have some respect, darling...I know that you disrespect me...just have some faith!"

Have some respect, darling...I know that you disrespect me...just have some faith! The words echoed in Tal's head. Have some respect...faith...I know that you...just have some...just have some faith! Tal blinked. Just have some faith...have some respect, darling...faith...respect...think you're so...

Stella blinked at her, twice, fast. She batted her eyelashes. Tal sighed and said waveringly, "I'm sorry, Stella. I'm just not a morning person...I didn't mean it." Breath. "I have my moments...like, a lot...I'm sorry, Stella." How could she have been so snarky to Stella? Had she ever been mean to her? No. Well, maybe she had, "Want to eat with me? I don't think any other Hermes kids will be up for a few hours..." She blinked. And when she blinked, everything was clear.

"You Charmspeaked me! Holy Zeus. You Charmspeaked me...If you're going to argue with someone, at least play fair!" Tal exclaimed indignantly, resisting the urge to shove the strawberry she was holding in Stella's face. "Are you too chicken to argue verbally, without using powers to one-up?" she continued irritably. "You Aphrodite people are so skin-deep...if you didn't have charmspeak, girl, you'd have nothing." With this Tal hoped Stella would just go away...she didn't need somebody Charmspeaking her again. She also hoped some Hermes kid or other person who would be on her side would freaking come...

Words: 296
Muse: Meh
Notes: --
Tags: Stella/Open/Bailey, eventually.