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The Painting Spot
Sybil: She carries the box of paint supplies, leading North to the spot. She walked in her usual stride, a small walk with a little skip. She didn't mind the weight of the box, because she was excited to show someone her spot, well and also the box was a few pounds lighter from her spilling the paint.

North: He walks behind Sybil to look at the spot she was talking about. "So I guees you like painting right?"

Sybil:She nodded, "It's my way to express my feelings. Instead of a diary, I paint. Usually, I paint just random things floating my mind or I paint things of nature, like the sunset for example. To answer you question, yes I like to paint." She said as they reached the spot. It was no more than a small cliff, but no greenery was on the land and the sky was in full few. She placed her box next to the already set up easel.

North: "Wow, It truly is beautiful"

Sybil:She smiled to herself, happy that he liked it. Taking a slight interest in him, she asked, "What do you like to do?" She sets out an easel.

North: He laughs"Although people do not beleive me, I actually love cleaning"

Sybil:She giggles softly, "People always say, 'A man's a man if he can clean.'" She tucked a loose hair behind her ear and sat on her stool, smiling.

North: "He smiles as well, I hope that's true, since I will need to clean my shirt"

Sybil: "Sorry again." She said getting her brushes out, ready to use them. She smiled at North.

North: "I guess it was worth it, since I got to know you"

Sybil: She smiles, starting to add the vibrant colours to the canvas, her mouth hanging open just a bit. "You're pretty interesting yourself." She said, not taking her eyes off the paint.

North: He gets dumbstruck, nobody had told him that, ever "And why is that, if I may ask?"

Sybil: She grins, her strokes becoming graceful, "Well, first, you, a hunky male, enjoys cleaning. And second, most members of the BC I see are usually deep and not willing to talk. Personally, I think if I spilled paint on one of the others, they would either snap back or just walk away. But you're different."

North: He blushes a bit "Well, let's say I had a pretty ugly childhood which affected me, i don't know if to good or to bad."

Sybil: She shook her head, "I've had one too, from my creator. Before I was here, I was extremely skinny from my lack of food and I constantly had dark circles." She admitted, her strokes capturing the true marks of the sunset.

North: "That's why you joined the BC"

Sybil: She nodded, "Well, yeah. I was abused by Asteria. I hardly ate, slept or did anything but helped out. But I also joined because I felt it was horrible what those gods are doing to the rest of us, demigods and creations."

North: he nods "If it weren't for my mother, my father would've never died, nor treat me so bad"

Sybil: She stopped painting for a moment, a silence filling the spot, "It's just so... unfair." She interrupted the silence, starting up again.