Adam and Kylie
Adam: He steps towards her, still oblivious to her anger. His optimism makes him think she's just tired. "So you like everything? I mean, ya gotta admit; not bumping into statues of dad all the time was pretty annoying.."
Kylie: She makes a short, noncommittal noise which was almost grunt-like in nature. Her eyes survey the cabin interior for a moment before landing on Adam again. "What brought on the change anyway, apart from all those statues of dad?"
Adam: "Welp... main reason is I just wanted to do something nice for everyone. Sucks growin up doesn't it? Ya learn this counselor gig is about everyone except you.."
Kylie: Despite her grudge against her half-brother, she ends up smiling sadly, sympathizing with Adam and remembering her own time as counselor . "It's not easy thinking about the welfare of others when it's hard enough living the life of a half-blood."
Adam: "Duh" He says it in a jokingly mean tone. "Especially when you have a relationship to maintain. Speaking of which wasn't Kiana going on about shipping with you with some Pandia guy..?" He chuckles a bit, not able to imagine Kylie dating before.
OOC: Kiana's broken's sun brat btw, i'm pretty sure she was doing that so chances are it'd spread throughout the cabin.
Kylie: She feels the urge to facepalm upon hearing what Adam said but resists, remembering that she has a number of pointy arrows in her arms. "Please don't talk about it," she says in an almost helpless manner. "It feels weird to know someone 'ships' me with someone else... even if the so called ship has sailed." She says the last part in a soft murmur, more to herself than for Adam to hear.
Adam: "Aw is my little sis in love now?" He can't help but laugh. He bites his tongue, trying to come up with a new topic. "I swear Leonor is like the most useless Lt ever.." He rolls his eyes, remembering the lazy girl.
Kylie: She makes a >.< face at his first comment. "None of your business." Then she thinks about her half-sister before shrugging somewhat half-heartedly. "I wouldn't say she's useless... She didn't exactly volunteer to become the cabin lieutenant, you know. More like the position was dumped on her."
Adam: I guess, having someone who actually freakin helped is all I want really, like honest to Zeus I hate everything about Infirmary work. It's really just..not my scene." He pouts, remembering how his healing skills tended to be second class compared to his siblings.
Kylie: She rolls her eyes. "Infirmary work isn't all that bad. It's mostly just inventory and minor treating anyway. Half of the time, it's just plain old sitting on a chair, waiting for something to happen."
Adam: "I guess, I tend to f*ck that up alot honestly, but Kylie can I admit something?" He looks down a bit. >.<
Kylie: She tilts her head to the side, curiosity getting the best of her. "Go ahead. So long as what you're going to say isn't something that may cause trauma, I'm all ears."
Adam: "You were the better counselor aight.." He says very mumbly, she could barely hear it.
Kylie: Not expecting that sort of confession, she stares at her half-brother silently, mouth hanging open. After a few moments she shakes her head, complete disbelief on her face as she mutters to herself. "That's it. I'm totally dreaming. This is some sort of dream and I will soon wake up."
Adam: "I hate to say it, but you're not. Like I was just in it for the glory. You actually cared about everyone, listening to everyone's problems, settling arguments and all that good crap. I mean I try and do my best but..." He sighs, still averting his sister's gaze.
Kylie: She feels oddly uncomfortable, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She stops staring, instead bringing her gaze to the skylight. She bites her lower lip, not quite believing she's saying her next words. "You're not that bad. I mean sure, your methods are different from mine, but that's only to be expected since we're two completely different people."
Adam: "Really?" His confidence quickly resurfaces. "Any positive comments you'd like to share? And yeah other than godparent and hair color we have nothing in common." He rolls his eyes a bit at the last part.
Kylie: She shakes her head in amusement. "That's where you're wrong, bro. We both like music and we both absolutely loathe losing. As for your positive comments..." She then grins rather cheekily at Adam. "Well, let's just say I think you'd make a great interior designer."
Adam: He flicks his hair back. "All true statements!" His expression turns serious as he places his hands on Kylie's shoulders. "Look.." He pauses for a brief moment. "Can I ask you something pretty heavy?"
Kylie: She raises an eyebrow at the sudden shift in the atmosphere but nods in consent. "Go ahead."
Adam: "Look Leonor quit the other day, i've been keeping in a secret from everyone. I've thought about it I can't think of anyone to take the spot, well....except this one chick i'm talkin to.."
Kylie: Feigning ignorance, she tilts her head to the side in what she hopes looks like curiosity. "Oh? Who's the lucky girl who'll get to work with you? I must say I kinda feel bad for her, what with having to put up with you." She grins jokingly at him, wishing that Adam doesn't take her words the wrong way.
Adam: "Uhhhh...." He's somewhat frozen, since her words did sound dirty to a hormonal teen boy like Adam. He shook the non PG-13 images out of his head. The atmosphere getting somewhat awkward.
Kylie: She merely blinks at her half-brother, still waiting for an answer to her question. Confusion sets in at the sudden tension in the air. Her eyes begin to flit from one end of the room to other, waiting for the sudden awkwardness to dissipate. "...Erm...."
Adam: "Uhm..." His eyes open wide, realizing he REALLY should move the conversation forward. "So yeah, enjoy the position, have fun running the infirmary and helping me deal with all the drama around here." He backs away a bit, thinking the conversation is almost over.
Kylie: She grins at him. "Will do, captain."
Adam: He flashed her the beloved peace sign before heading out.
Kylie: She watches him leave before turning on her heel to head to her room.
Bryson and Layla
Bryson: He gets up out of his bed, fully dressed. It's 4 in the afternoon and Bryson's eyes are bloodshot, his pupils are quite small and he possesses an all around droopy appearance. He facepalms as he sees random syringes littered across his room, he does his best to collect them all and hide them in his trunk under his bed like he always does.
Layla: She traipses into the cabin, wondering if she should go and bother one of her friends or try and sleep off her boredom. She walks around the single statue of her father while trying to decide on what to do. With a small sigh, she stops walking before pulling out a single drachma, twirling it slowly between her fingers while she examines the cabin walls with half-lidded eyes. "Heads I bother someone, tails I go to sleep." She flips the coin, but seeing as she isn't exactly focusing on it, it slips through her fingers and rolls down the hallway leading to the rooms, coincidentally stopping a door away from Bryson's room.
Bryson: "F*ck..." He mutters as he looks towards the door. Sighing in relief as he sees all evidence of his questionable lifestyle well hidden. He had heard the coin move, seeing as how the cabin was abandoned. Every other child of travel was off on their own business. He creaks open the door, honestly hoping the cabin was empty.
Layla: She sighs again when her coin fell and rolled away. She walks towards it at a slow, almost dragging, pace. The moment she bends down to pick it up though, the Bryson's door creaks open, alerting her that the cabin wasn't as empty as she thought it'd be. She straightens up and raises an eyebrow at the partially opened door. "Uhhh... hello?"
Bryson: "Crap.." He muttered under his breath. "Sup...whoever you are.." He opened the door more, this is quite awkward since he's returned to camp roughly 2 weeks ago. He never truly bothered to get to know any of his siblings. Spending all his time partying his nights away, getting high as a kite and getting to know a certain daughter of winter didn't leave him much time to befriend any of his siblings.
Layla: She blinks a few times, her expression rather blank, while she subconsciously begins twirling her coin again. She stares at Bryson for a while, thinking that she should know him, seeing as he lives in the same cabin. She tries to put a name to his face but ends up coming blank, so she does the next best thing. "Are you new around here? I'm pretty sure I've never seen you before... or if I have, I don't recall having spoken to you... and if I did, in fact, speak to you, I don't quite remember your name, which is really rude, but seeing as you don't seem to know me either I guess we're fine."
Bryson: "Well i guess so half-pint.." He steps out of his room, looking down at the cute brunette. "Uhm..." He looks up towards the ceiling a bit, staring blanklessly. "Name?" He asked as his eyes met Layla's once more.
Layla: She tosses a half-smile at his direction. "Layla. And you?"
Bryson: "Uhhhh Bryson.." He walks from her, his attention shifting to the lone statue of Hermes. It serves as the centerpiece of the cabin. He scratches his head, thinking about how while Bryson felt imprisoned in his childhood. His true father was exploring the world, seeing exotic places.
Layla: She watches him as he moves from his room to the statue, wondering what he's thinking about. Being who she was, her curiosity got the best of her and she asked. "Whatcha thinkin' about? It can't be how amazing that statue of dad looks like."
Bryson: "Wuh?!" He quickly turns around, being torn from his train of thought. He leans on the statue, trying to act all nonchalant. "Nah it's pretty lame! And I was just spacing out shortstack!" He doesn't say that in a rude or insulting tone, rather calm and very joking.
Layla: She makes a noncommittal noise, not quite sure what to make of Bryson yet. "Well... I hope you won't space out while you train. I'd hate to have to fill out papers on why you landed yourself in the Infirmary."
Bryson: "Nah I wouldn't sweat it, I'm a fast healer honestly. Okay I gotta ask, how long have you been here at camp? Pretty sure I woulda remembered you from back in the day..."
Layla: Her eyes focus on the floor as she mentally counts how long she's been at Camp. "I've been here for about...ummmm about two years and about three or so months, if I'm not mistaken." Her gaze locks onto Bryson, her eyes wide with what appears to be shock. "Oh wow, I've been here for two years now. Just wow. I feel old." She finishes with her expression contorting into something similar to >.<
Bryson: "Ugh get in line, I first showed up 3 years back. I was kinda popular honestly." He bragged a bit. "Granted I almost burned down the cabin several times..." He's clearly not too proud of that.
Layla: She snickers at that piece of information. "I would have loved to have seen your glory days. Seeing as this is practically the first time I'm meeting you... what made you leave Camp?" She makes a :/ face. "I'm assuming you left camp some time before I came here, by the way, cus, like I said, this is the first time I'm meeting you so... yeah." Feeling just a little bit awkward, she keeps her gaze at the coin she's still twirling in her fingers.
Bryson: "Well...traveling is actually pretty f*cking great. See some sights, meet some chicks and swipe some stuff. Come on look at our pops, god of travel. Staying in one place is a waste, trust me.." He pauses for a moment. "Uhm sorry to get all philosophical there.." He turns to the statue once more. "You ever get jealous of em?"
Layla: Her eyes land on the statue, just like Bryson. "You're asking if I ever get jealous of travelers." She frowns a bit before shrugging. "I can't really say I envy them. I mean sure, it'd be great to travel around the world, but traveling... well, that entails being a long long way from home." She smiles a bit sheepishly. "Sorry, I must sound like some pansy to you."
Bryson: "Not really, travelling all depends on what you're leaving behind. And who, if you're ever in a situation where you feel like you're in a rut, bored and just plain hate everything around you. It's too easy to just slip away and be free.." He finally turns back to her. "Perks of being a Hermes kid am I right?"
Layla: She smiles back slightly in response. "Mhm... It's always much easier to just... run away I guess." Her face scrunches up in irritation after a moment. "That came out wrong."
Bryson: "Not really, ugh I gotta jet. See ya later short stack?" He suggested, remembering he had to meet up with some mortals for something.