OPEN -- colors and promises.

[Bobbi Rianne Koester]

Spending the whole day down at the beach, running and swimming, can really tire a person out. Although Bobbi didn't usually like to admit to herself that something had tired her out, there it was in black and white. Her hair was hanging loose around her face, oiler than usual, she was panting, and she was pretty sure she might have a pimple on her forehead, for once in her life.

Running back to her cabin quickly for time to make herself up before dinner, Bobbi hastily dabbed some concealer and illuminator on the new gross zit and ran a brush quickly through her hair, hoping that she didn't look that terrible. Why was she so tired? She wasn't sure. Her mom always said that she could run a marathon in stilettos and still be able to surf for hours on end straight afterwards.

And it was true, Bobbi was not easily tired out most days. But today? Definitely not one of those days.

Making her way to the buffet-style dishes set up side by side, Bobbi spooned some luscious-looking strawberry slices onto her plate, filled a glass with fizzy lemonade, took half of a turkey-lettuce-tomato sandwich, scraped some of the strawberries into the fire as an offering to her father, Poseidon, and sat down at her table. As always, the blond-headed girl was alone there. There was no one to talk to in her cabin, at dinner, or practically anywhere. And Bobbi was just fine having it that way.

Planning on not having to talk all night, Bobbi speared a strawberry like it would kill her if she didn't beat it to it first and put it into her mouth, savoring the taste. She took a sip of lemonade and felt a hand on her shoulder.

Almost spitting out her lemonade in surprise, Bobbi quickly swallowed and and turned around/ "What?" she said quickly.

Words: 317
Muse: Overflowing.
Notes: Hola.
Outfit: Click!
Tags: Open!

[James Darkwood]

Jamie ran his fingers through his hair, but was stopped in his tracks. Pretty blonde Poseidon girl alert. Holy shit. This girl better watch out, because Jamie had a thing for blonde surfers. He finished spiking up his hair - which he tends to do a lot - and headed over to her

The son of Eros was totally aware of the fact that you weren't allowed to go to another table, but this he couldn't resist. This was a matter that he had to attend to now.

There was no particular reason as of why Jamie liked surfer girls. He just thought it was a bit strange how girls surfed, because it had always seemed a bit boyish to him, but the girl was blonde. Blonde and surfing. The best type. They were just the best next to flirty foreign girls, which was Jamie's favorite type of girl. Elegant, graceful, foreign girls. Pretty slanted eyes, lovely black hair.

The best.

He strolled over to the surfer drinking lemonade - even better that she was drinking a really nice drink - and tapped her on the shoulder. Now, his assumption was that she had seemed a bit cranky. The girl had had a very grumpy aura, but he didn't think she would give him such an annoyed What?. So he dove in for the kill,

"Well, cranky, lemonade-drinking, blonde girl," he started "I was just coming over to say how amazing you looked from the Minor Gods' table," he put on a big, goofy, James Darkwood-worthy grin, and crossed his arms across his black leather jacket.

Of course, he didn't really like the cranky surfer girl. Just a shot at it. I mean, she was a bit too crabby for his liking. He made a mental note to go hit on some naiads and tree nymphs later. He had always found them particularly hot. If you could pick up a dryad, they're the best. He liked slanted eyes and pointed ears. Nature spirits and naiads, the best next to blonde surfers and foreign girls.

[Cinder Maebell Lynn]

Cinder strolled into the mess hall, her dark locks flowing and her skirt as short as ever. Everyone was just getting here, so thankfully she wasn't as late as she thought. She did a classic hair-over-the-shoulder hairflip just because it seemed to be the right thing to do at this time. She was about to get some food, before she spotted a familiar face that was not at the right table.

She walked towards Jamie, a bright smile on her face. She walked all the way across the mess hall, attracting a few stares like 'why isn't she sitting down? She's in the Minor's, right?' but she ignored them. When she got right up behind her favorite flirtshiper (what? It's a thing!), she took a moment to choose what to do. She finally figured the simple thing was the best corse of action.

Cinder gave him a smile and turned so they where face-to-face. ''Hey, Jamie, I was just wondering when you became a Posidon kid.'' She said, then cracked a smile. He was her favorite one to flirt with, because they both knew there was nothing there -- or that's what Cinder thought -- and that meant no hard feelings.

Sometimes Cinder would forget about nothing being between them, and for a second get lost thinking about having a solid relationship. Maybe she did want one, maybe not. But she did have to keep reminding herself that if she did date Jamie, it would end in a borken heart. So no matter how much she wanted a shoulder to lean on that knows she likes him, she had it firmly punded in that Jamie was not that guy. She was not having a broken heart.

[Bobbi Rianne Koester]

"Well, cranky, lemonade-drinking, blonde girl. I was just coming over to say how amazing you looked from the Minor Gods' table."

Bobbi whipped around, and there was a guy standing there with his hand on her shoulder. Completely randomly. Ugh. He had mussed dark auburn hair and the lazy, you-know-you-love-me smile typical of boys like him, the kind of guy that flirts extremely nonchalantly. She'd seen the boy around, but she hadn't made an effort to socialize with him, barely noticing him and just figuring he was one of those people that would come to you if they were going to be nice to you.

Okay, so here's a word to the wise: If you flirt with Bobbi, she's going to bite your head off. She won't suck it up, she'll just get annoyed. Tucking a strand of cornsilk-like hair behind her right ear, she said, "Who the hell are you?" She never got boys that humped anything that moved. It was just stupid.

''Hey, Jamie, I was just wondering when you became a Poseidon kid.'' Another girl had come over. Seriously? She had glossy, thick, black hair that fell in cute waves down her back and front. Her skirt was short and her makeup was expertly applied. Bobbi remembered that her name was Cinder. She figured she knew the girl's name through osmosis or something since she'd never talked to her before. Or maybe it was the fact that she was practically a queen and almost every girl at camp wanted to be her. Not that Bobbi paid much attention to that kind of girl.

Bobbi was so not in the mood for this. "Yeah, flirt at my table right within puking range, why don't you?" she snapped.

Words: 298
Muse: Fair.
Notes: --
Outfit: Click!
Tags: Open/Jamie/Cinder