Rolling Dice (Tal)

[Dylan Hawk]

Dylan was currently in the Big House. He couldn't bet, he wasn't 21 just yet. But there were the pinochle games. At the moment Mr. D was kicking his butt. He had won the first game, but he believed that the God had just been pulling his strings. Letting the son of Hermes get over confident before smashing his game. Which he had done the next game. And the game after that. And the game after that. And even the game after that. Dylan was about to give up. D was too good. Way too good. For a moment, the son of a thief had wondered if he was being cheated.

He still wondered that. And occasionally he would throw out a random move in order to judge his opponents reaction. But the Wine God never showed a reaction. Dylan gave a frustrated sigh as Mr. D won again. "That's five games boy. I think you are done here." Dylan glared slightly at him. Before speaking. "No. I will win this one. In fact..." He pulled out a couple drachma. And Mr. D raised an eyebrow. "Let's make it a little bit more interesting, Wine Dude." He slightly mocked him with the nickname and saw the Gods eyes darken a shade out of anger.

"Listen here boy. I don't need your drachma. But for your rudeness with the name I will beat you again. But this is the last game. Then you will leave." Dylan looked at him for a minute before nodding. And so the game started again. The sixth game. This time Dylan was determined to move. Every play the God made, Dylan made one the same or better. His hopes were rising and he could see the God getting irritated that he was actually losing.

As Dylan made the last move he grinned. The Hermes smile coming into play. "And I believe that means I won." Mr. D just looked at him for a minute, trying to figure out if the boy had cheated before waving his hand in a careless gesture towards the door. Dylan rolled his eyes at the stubbornness and headed out. He didn't get why he wanted to be a counselor if he had to deal with that. He gave a small smile. Oh yeah, the kids.

All the Demi's that lived here year-round. Or just during summer. He wanted to make their times here better. He grinned down at his shoes, the winged ones. As of now, the wings were still. But as he stepped outside, he clicked the right heel against the left and the wings flapped lazily before flapping faster as they woke up. He lifted up slightly higher and higher. Doing a backflip in air he forced them to take him towards the roof of the Big House. And that's where he perched himself. Watching the goings on of the camp. The wings once again still as they hung over the edge of the house.

[Talia Winchell]

A mere span of several hours had a certain daughter of Hermes thinking completely differently than she had been in the morning and the night before. During the latter period of time, she had been the slightest bit content; the knowledge that she would not lose her closest friend had sung her a comforting lullaby until she finally fell asleep. Her dreams had filled her up with stars, but the momentary happiness she had felt that morning when she opened her eyes had quickly slipped away, eluding her. It replaced the vacant spot that the joy had left behind with heaviness, and with that, the only thing she knew was that she had had to speak to Luke again.

Reaching him became easier every time she tried, and Tal was eternally grateful for this. However, when the two had begun to speak to each other, the conversation twisted and turned and became difficult. Now, several hours after his image had disappeared and she had been left alone, Tal wandered around the camp slightly aimlessly. Though she was unsure what her goal was, or even if she had one, she was content to walk for who knew how long until she could properly shrug off the increasingly unsettled feelings she had about Uriel Mikhail.

When she reached the Big House, she was set to turn around and meander elsewhere to clear her mind. However, as soon as she spied her older brother on the roof of said house, she knew that this would segue into a conversation. "Dylan?" she inquired before biting her tongue to the point that she could taste blood. Tal wasn't sure how she was supposed to act around Dylan now; she'd gotten upset around him the last time they had spoken. "What, uh, what're you doing?"


ooc; this is horrible; i'm sorry.

[Dylan Hawk]

Dylan was enjoying the sun. It was great. And the Big House took him away from all the noises of the camp. Of course, the peace and quiet was broken by a voice. The voice of his sister. Not just any sister. Talysus Winchell. The one whom he had gotten in a little spat the last time they talked. He looked down at her raising an eyebrow and sighing. Should he answer out of anger at their last fight, or ignore it and start over. But at her tone he couldn't stay mad at her.

He smiled slightly and waved. "Oh you know. Just hanging around. Beat Mr. D at the last game and figured I'd hang around. Maybe tell kids not to play if they wanted too. After all, he might actually turn them into a dolphin or strawberry vine."

[/b] He gave a sigh and paused a moment before clicking his heels again, which woke up the wings on the heels of his showed. They flapped lazily a few moments before picking up speed and getting him to the ground. Once there they froze again, awaiting him to command them.

He paused only a couple moments before rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Look. I'm sorry about yelling at you the other day. I hadn't meant to. I just got so angry and before I could stop myself that happened. Seriously Tal. Before you go hurting yourself come to to us, or even Uriel. It's better than self-harm." He stood there waiting for her reaction. Would she get pissed off and go on a full ranting rage? He doubted that. That wasnt really her. But hand could get ticked and start answering in those one syllable words she answered in. Truthfully, he didn't want that. He just wanted to help her.

OOC: Sorry this is so late ^.^[/blockquote]