Post by Talia Winchell on Oct 12, 2012 0:54:40 GMT -5
It was weird. For the past few days, Tal Winchell had felt as though she had to get somewhere else that wasn't camp. There was that little voice in the back of her head saying that she should just get back to normal and stop being such an idiot; she was probably going insane if she felt this way. But then, she herself just felt as though she needed to be alone. So that was why, on a bright and crisp Saturday morning when basically everybody in her cabin was still sleeping completely soundly, burrowed beneath their rumpled sheets...she slipped on an old T-shirt and acid wash jeans. Because she didn't feel like putting her contacts on, she slipped on her standby pair of glasses used to treat nearsightedness. The child of Hermes tugged a brush through her tangled excuse for hair, slipped on an old pair of classically colored Converse and stepped outside. The morning air tickled her skin like soap and made her feel a little more confident; but then again, that wasn't really saying much.
She didn't really know where she was going, but the serenity of the camp so early in the morning made Tal feel a little more at peace; both with herself and with the camp itself. She stared around at the trees that were swaying in the slight breeze, and then beyond that, where the sun was still making its trip to the suitable spot in the sky. And then her eyes wandered and landed on the unusually quiet and still Ares cabin. A lump formed in her throat as she was jolted back to reality with a crash and a bang. The momentary emotions she had felt were completely gone as her eyes darted back in front of her. She would think of all that later. Right now, what she wanted to do was just get out. She didn't know why; her brain had refused to think without the slightest bit of fogginess for the last few days. It was as though her train of thought was being stopped. When would it start again?
Unsure of where her feet were taking her, Tal finally stopped about ten feet away from the dining pavilion. Though it wasn't bustling with campers (it never was this early), she could see several early risers who were eating already — but they were all alone at their tables. Nobody had siblings eating with them. Most were staring glumly or apathetically down at their plates, stabbing strawberries with forks or crunching cereal while holding magazines up to their faces. It struck Tal as slightly pathetic and, being a member of one of the largest cabins, made her look around to see if a Hermes or a friendly unclaimed was eating. She couldn't see one, but these glasses were from years before and her eyesight had changed since then; she really needed new ones.
Blinking sleep out of her eyes as she placed a cream cheese bagel and a scoop of fruit on her plate, Tal scraped a few slices of pineapple into the ever-burning offering fire. "For Hermes," she said quietly before ambling over to the Hermes table and looking around. Sitting with other people wasn't really allowed, but suddenly, she was just starved for conversation.
ooc; any and all welcome XD
