{Tal} Time to think.

[Chara Nicolaides]

Chara stared down at the body lying before her. It was that of a man twice her size and weight, and clearly one who thought he could take advantage of the petite, poor, "young" and beautiful servant of the queen, who was elsewhere and distracted by the matters of getting the king back into shape. That, and taking care of her newly born son - which the other servants did help out with, of course. But here Chara stood. Before trying his luck, the man said he knew there was something wrong with the girl. For years, she had been working for the royal court. Yet... the girl had not seemed to age a day. There was something peculiar with that... but instead of openly stating the servant as a witch and having her sentenced to death, the man forced himself upon her. Only to be met with her blade to his throat, and purging all chances of continuing life.

Quickly, Chara thought. She could not be accused of the murder of such a nobleman. Without hesitation, Chara moved and arranged the body to appear as though he had committed suicide and left abruptly to join the other servants who would come to back her up should the servants be questioned for their location. The other servants quietly greeted her, and allowed her to join in on their activities. And whilst she did so, she continued to listen to them. As though she had never been elsewhere. It wouldn't take them long to forget exactly how long Chara had been with them, and so her alibi was fixed. The other servants were used to it, too. They often thought of Chara as a quiet girl, and believed her name to be "Jane". Nevertheless, it was a reason why the queen seemed to trust Chara... being so quiet, she was willing to listen. And, unlikely to tell another soul. Besides, who would she tell apart from Artemis?

Eventually, Chara's eyes opened after having been broken away from the dream she was previously having. She rubbed her eyes and looked around the cabin. Was everyone still asleep? Well, it didn't matter anyway. All Chara needed right now was a long walk. Perhaps somewhere she could feel a little more at peace. The strawberry fields, perhaps. Rather than whilst sharing a cabin with a bunch of pranksters, the strawberry fields seemed like a better place to think. Because Chara couldn't seem to tell anyone anything, she had to think over things herself. No one could know exactly what she was thinking... otherwise she would blow her cover. Although, now was a time of peace. Somewhat. So why did she remain in hiding? In case the chance of war should come, Chara could not openly show her allegiance to Artemis. Not even the huntresses knew of her loyalties. Only Artemis. Right now, she was an unclaimed camper. That was it. A camper of no importance and in need of no attention.

Pulling herself out of bed, Chara slipped out of her nightwear and into her camp clothes and moved out of the cabin, heading towards the strawberry fields in the hopes of some peace and quiet and some time to think. If someone was to join her, it shouldn't matter too much. She would just have to postpone her thinking time to a later point.

Eventually, Chara found herself in the strawberry fields. It was a beautiful sight. Perhaps why she loved it so much. After finding a clearer spot, she sat herself down and smiled as she began to drift into her thoughts abouts every person, place and situation. It would help in case there was anything of importance that she should forward to Artemis as soon as she could.

muse: idek. xD Chara is fortunate to have quite a lot. It's the posting muse that's just aksdaglkdsag.
notes: Sorry for how much it sucks. D: It starts off in the Hermes/unclaimed cabin but ends up in the strawberry fields, I guess. So, yeah. How's that? o;

[Talia Winchell]

Tal knew that she spent a disproportionate amount of time around this part of the camp, especially given the fact that it was wintertime. There were no ruby red strawberries to be picked and eaten whole, as per the norm for campers in summertime; she never met anybody here, but preferred to come alone and in the frosty hours of the morning to boot. It was a place where she could be alone with her thoughts which, honestly, was something that she preferred. She had vaguely registered earlier that morning that Chara Nicolaides, one of the many unclaimed campers that resided in the Hermes cabin, had slipped out as well. She hadn't expected, however, that the girl would be headed for that same spot.

It was a truth that she had left the cabin about a full quarter hour after Chara had, but it was nonetheless a surprise when she found her surrounded by the plants that were to be strawberries come summertime. "Oh," she said softly when she realized that the dark head of hair she had seen in the distance was, in fact, the girl that had made her way out of the cabin mere minutes before. Approaching softly, she tilted her head several centimeters and, after a few moments of consideration, greeted her. "Hey."


sorry this is so short. D;

[Chara Nicolaides]

Chara snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the soft approaching footsteps of another demigod. Hearing the greeting, Chara turned her head. As she saw Tal, a corner of her lips turned up into a slight smile and she nodded. "Hello." She returned the greeting, in what appeared to be a friendly tone. Shuffling around, Chara had turned to fully face the girl, although still sitting upon the floor. She knew Tal as the Hermes cabin leader, and hence also that of the unclaimed campers such as Chara. As far as Chara knew, Tal was a very complex girl surrounded by many unfortunate events. Especially those in recent months, of which both her best friend and her boyfriend were found dead. Suddenly, Chara set a slight frown upon her lips. "How are you?" She asked, appearing as though it was genuine concern. And then, she tried a smile. "How was your day?"

Chara then paused for a while, and turned to head to look over the fields. "Needed the peace and quiet of the strawberry fields, did you?" Nodding slowly, "that's why I came here. It's so... calming. So... relaxing. It's so pleasant here. A much better place to think than when you're amidst so many loud campers who don't know the meaning of the words 'be quiet'" Chara shook her had sadly, then looked at Tal. "I'm sorry, am I talking too much? Ruining your time of hopeful bliss?"

muse: idek. ._.
notes: um, she's feeling so damn sociable today. I don't know what the hell it is. And sorry it's also quite short. xD

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[Talia Winchell]

"How are you?"

"I'm... fine," Tal answered Chara shortly, fidgeting as she took in the dark hair and red lips. Just her presence made Tal slightly nervous, which didn't make much sense seeing as Chara had never done anything negative to her. Maybe it was the aura of mystery that surrounded her, though. She had been at camp for as long as Tal could remember, now that she paused to think about it, although Tal may have been incorrect. Her thoughts were scattered and made of paper; she didn't quite know what she should be making of them anymore. And then, pulling herself back to the beginning of the conversation, Tal asked the obligatory question. "How about you?"

At her next question, Tal frowned. She wasn't good with questions, as most of the Hermes campers knew. She shouldn't have acknowledged Chara; she would much rather have just gone on her way now. "It's been pretty good..." And considering how her days had gone these rickety past few months, that was true. It was what most would consider a plain or normal day, but to her it was nothing short of perfect.

The peace and quiet of the strawberry fields. Tal privately agreed with everything that Chara was saying aloud now, showing it by nodding. When she finally stopped with another question, Tal turned her head to look at her. Inspect the curves of transition between her forehead and nose and mouth, the dark hair that danced mildly with the wind. "It's okay." And it was, it really was. Chara wasn't like most of the campers who came and went; she seemed to understand. Tal wasn't sure why she thought this. She didn't know what Chara understood that she liked so much, but she knew she wouldn't have a problem if she kept on talking. "You aren't talking too much..." Tal trailed off, unsure what to say now. If they were going to have a conversation, she wanted to be helpful and keep it going. "But... yeah. I love the fields. For the same reasons as you." And because that had been the location of the first of many sugar sweet encounters with her late boyfriend, there was something that drew her here.

[Chara Nicolaides]

Hm. So it didn't take Tal long to reply. Chara examined her, thinking the girl to be rather uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because of Chara's being there. It could have made her nervous. That was the last thing Chara wanted. How could she ever get closer to someone if she made them feel so nervous, fidgety and uncomfortable? Not that Chara knew exactly what sort of relationship she wanted to build with Talysus. If she wanted to. For now, they were just acquaintances. But we'll see. Chara thought, smiling softly at Tal as an attempt to make herself look a little more friendly. "That's good, I guess." Pausing for a few moments, she considered Tal's question. "I'm good, actually." And she nodded slowly, looking down at the plants that surrounded her.

"Oh, good." Chara looked back up at Tal, still smiling softly. It was good that Tal was okay with it. It really was. Because, of course, Chara convincingly pretended to look a little guilty. Honestly, though, Chara had come here to think too. And yet, here they both were. Talking and having a conversation. Even if it was a small one without that much talking. This was even practically seconded by Tal. And then Chara nodded, with a warmer smile and a relaxed expression. "It is lovely here." Turning her gaze over the fields, she sighed happily and added, "I think what I like most is that people rarely come here... in comparison to the beach or volleyball courts, at least It's relaxing. And the people that do come here, well..." Without realizing it, Chara's smile slowly turned into a smirk. "I always find them to be the more preferable, more interesting, demigods that inhabit this camp. I mean, some of the others are just brainless." That was true, though. The people that came to a good place to think, usually had something to think about - something interesting, maybe - unlike some other demigods who would just play volleyball all day and call themselves heroes when in actual fact, they're nothing like true heroes. Like children playing adults. There were few in this camp with the physical strength or abilities to call themselves heroes. The rest were all talk.

muse: ._____. posting muse is meh.
notes: weeeell, sorry for the suck. xD And sorry that it's quite short again. D;