|Georgia Hales ~ Child of Prometheus|
No man ever wetted clay and then left it, as if there would be bricks by chance and fortune.
|As she walked around camp, water bottle in hand, she looked around, taking in the scenery. Looking at all the flowers and very few birds, she took a few pictures. Hanging around her neck was a vintage camera that the pictures came out at the bottom as soon as you took them. She also had a leather bag where she stored them in the front pocket. She had on a crisp black skirt and a pale cream top. She walked slowly, trying not to miss anything, her brown leather boots tied carefully. As she felt a bit tired, ready to take a break from her photographing she found a nearby bench. When she saw the boy, she stood, looking right in his eyes and said, "Mind if I sit here?"|
|Owned by: Kathyun ~ Posted on: 04:41, December 27, 2014 (UTC)|
Nick: About to finish the last of his drink, he flinched, startled at the sudden voice he heard making him whip his head up and, to his surprise, met the girl's eyes. He refused to talk and instead continued sipping the straw and just sheepishly shook his head in response to the girl's question. He slightly moved to the side and gestured for the girl to sit on the space he had given. He fixed the bill of his cap, lowering it a bit more and then continued to watch the demigods playing his favorite sport as if nothing really happened. He actually felt a bit envious that they could have fun and play like that. He wished he could talk to people more. The only reason he loved baseball was because of his uncle. It was his uncle's pasttime and so he shared it with Nick so the kid would have something to do to let the time pass. Nick fell in love with it although he never really got to play in an official game nor with others.
Georgia: She saw him put his cap lower and wondered if she had a dirt mark on her or something. Then again, she thought, he could just be trying to get the light sun out of his eyes. Georgia decided to go and talk to him. She took out a sandwich she had packed, and chewed it, she was starving. Tapping him on the shoulder lightly she asked, after she had finished the sandwich part in her mouth of course, "Is something on my face or..." Although she could have said that in a better way, she was more of a get-to-the-point type of girl. He acted as if I'm not alive, the only possible thing is that I smell, I'm dirty, or he's just rude, she said finalizing her thought.
Nick: Yet again he got startled when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He snapped his head to the girl, assuming it was her since no one else was there. When he was asked if there was something on her face, it made him feel a bit uneasy and awkward since they were strangers to each other and yet the conversation they had after the 'can I sit' dialogue was 'is my face messy'. But then so he wouldn't appear rude, he looked at her face shifting his attention from one part to another, from forehead to chin. After checking, he shook his head and answered in a rather shy manner, "No, ma'am."
Georgia: Although she knew it was risky and made 0 sense, after all, she barely knew the boy. She finally was able to breathe once he replied back to her. The guy didn't seem so bad once he talked. She nodded carefully, turning around again, he didn't look like he wanted to be bothered. She continued eating her sandwich slowly, savoring the tastes of ham, cheese, and turkey. Taking out a water bottle, she took a long sip. That's when her bag fell, with all of the photos inside it. Of course, she was too busy looking and eating to even see it.
Nick: When he just brought his attention back to the playing demigods, he heard something fall to the ground and quick flips of papers. He looked down and saw the girl's bag, along with xattered photos. He reached for the bag and attempted to gather all of the photos. "Um, miss?" he tried to call her attention but he was quite hesitant thinking that she didn't want to be bothered with her meal right in front of her. "I believe these are yours," he added while he picked up everything.
Georgia: She looked at everything around her. From girls giggling about something to the boys playing baseball. She was fascinated with it all. Once she heard the other boy next to her, she was a bit confused not turning herself toward him slowly. Once she finally turned, she saw that he had her photos and the bag. "Oh dear," she said groaning. "Thank you for picking those up. I mean it's manners, but still. Thank you," she said sincerely. "And sorry for bothering you."
Nick: After being able to gather everything, he carefully handed her stuff back to her and managed a sheepish smile under the shadow of his cap. "No thanks necessary, ma'am," he said, "and don't worry. It's not a bother at all. It's not like I'm super busy with anything." He let out the smallest and softest chuckle he could ever do. "Hope I got everything. Mind if you check if I missed something?" He looked down the ground again and even behind the bench as he stood up to check if there were, perhaps, smaller objects he wasn't able to see.