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− | {{Post|Alexander|Alexander sits at the ever burning campfire as the sun finds rest behind the hills. The night is cold, but uncharacteristically still. His flannel shirt and jeans, his only worldly possessions at the moment, are doing a good enough job protecting him from the elements. His muscles are stiff and his limbs are heavy, but the extra thoughts it takes move them in this state are all that keep him awake right now. That and nicotine. Alexander flicks a cigarette butt into the flames after taking it's final drag. As the smoke escapes his mouth, he looks up at the sky and mutters a couple prayers. |
+ | {{Post|Alexander|Alexander sits at the ever burning campfire as the sun finds rest behind the hills. The night is cold, but uncharacteristically still. His flannel shirt and jeans, his only worldly possessions at the moment, are doing a good enough job protecting him from the elements. His muscles are stiff and his limbs are heavy, but the extra thoughts it takes move them in this state are all that keep him awake right now. That and nicotine. Alexander flicks a cigarette butt into the flames after taking it's final drag. As the smoke escapes his mouth, he looks up at the sky and mutters a couple prayers. "Thanks for getting me back here alive" He doesn't necessarily say this to anybody in particular. He's just thankful for a change of pace again.}} |
{{Post|Aikaterine|Aikaterine's feet subconsciously led her down to the campfire, the smell of burning logs drawing her to the very spot that Alexander appeared to be nestled. She had come prepared with her own protection against the subtle gusts of wind; a plush blanket that was cyan blue in color and somehow managed to bring out the brown tones in her hair. "Mind if I join?" she inquired, hoping the other didn't mind if she sat and watched the fire for a while. It wasn't like she had anything better to do. All the packing had already been completed thanks to her manipulation tactics and ever-so caring brother, Jack.}} |
{{Post|Aikaterine|Aikaterine's feet subconsciously led her down to the campfire, the smell of burning logs drawing her to the very spot that Alexander appeared to be nestled. She had come prepared with her own protection against the subtle gusts of wind; a plush blanket that was cyan blue in color and somehow managed to bring out the brown tones in her hair. "Mind if I join?" she inquired, hoping the other didn't mind if she sat and watched the fire for a while. It wasn't like she had anything better to do. All the packing had already been completed thanks to her manipulation tactics and ever-so caring brother, Jack.}} |
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+ | {{Post|Alexander|Alexander quickly scoots his boot a bit to the right, patting the area he used to be, "Not at all." He leans back a little, using his arms to prop him up so he can comfortably stargaze. After a couple seconds of silence, Alexander sat back up and extends his hand to her, thinking it would be polite to greet her, "I'm Alexander. What's your name?"}} |
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+ | {{Post|Aikaterine|Aikaterine gratefully took the spare spot he had crested for and perched before the warmth of the dancing flames, her gaze soon directed toward the raven-haired male. "Aikaterine Diamandis - daughter of Deimos." She offered her hand for him to shake with an accompany smile that dripped with charm.}} |
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+ | {{Post|Alexander|Alexander's lips curled and his cheeks raised, obvious signs of a genuine smile. "Son of Thanatos," he replied. Every syllable is accompanied by the light puff of steam as his hot breath hits the frigid air. Alexander raises his arms over his head in a hefty stretch, sighing softly once he finds his muscles satisfactorily relaxed. "So, Aikaterine," The name feels weird as it rolls off his tongue. He can speak Greek, but he's never fully been able to feel comfortable doing it, "How long have you been at camp?"}} |
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+ | {{Post|Aikaterine|She allowed the folds of her soft blanket to envelope her body, soon snuggling into the fabric and bringing it well up to her throat. She inhaled the familiar scent and tossed him a look of genuine amusement. "I arrived this morning," she admitted and then focused her attention on the flames. She enjoyed watching them flicker and dance along the dry wooden logs. After a bit, she pulled a flask from her pocket and took a swig before offering it to Alexander.}} |
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Alexander and Aikaterine
Alexander: Alexander sits at the ever burning campfire as the sun finds rest behind the hills. The night is cold, but uncharacteristically still. His flannel shirt and jeans, his only worldly possessions at the moment, are doing a good enough job protecting him from the elements. His muscles are stiff and his limbs are heavy, but the extra thoughts it takes move them in this state are all that keep him awake right now. That and nicotine. Alexander flicks a cigarette butt into the flames after taking it's final drag. As the smoke escapes his mouth, he looks up at the sky and mutters a couple prayers. "Thanks for getting me back here alive" He doesn't necessarily say this to anybody in particular. He's just thankful for a change of pace again.
Aikaterine: Aikaterine's feet subconsciously led her down to the campfire, the smell of burning logs drawing her to the very spot that Alexander appeared to be nestled. She had come prepared with her own protection against the subtle gusts of wind; a plush blanket that was cyan blue in color and somehow managed to bring out the brown tones in her hair. "Mind if I join?" she inquired, hoping the other didn't mind if she sat and watched the fire for a while. It wasn't like she had anything better to do. All the packing had already been completed thanks to her manipulation tactics and ever-so caring brother, Jack.
Alexander: Alexander quickly scoots his boot a bit to the right, patting the area he used to be, "Not at all." He leans back a little, using his arms to prop him up so he can comfortably stargaze. After a couple seconds of silence, Alexander sat back up and extends his hand to her, thinking it would be polite to greet her, "I'm Alexander. What's your name?"
Aikaterine: Aikaterine gratefully took the spare spot he had crested for and perched before the warmth of the dancing flames, her gaze soon directed toward the raven-haired male. "Aikaterine Diamandis - daughter of Deimos." She offered her hand for him to shake with an accompany smile that dripped with charm.
Alexander: Alexander's lips curled and his cheeks raised, obvious signs of a genuine smile. "Son of Thanatos," he replied. Every syllable is accompanied by the light puff of steam as his hot breath hits the frigid air. Alexander raises his arms over his head in a hefty stretch, sighing softly once he finds his muscles satisfactorily relaxed. "So, Aikaterine," The name feels weird as it rolls off his tongue. He can speak Greek, but he's never fully been able to feel comfortable doing it, "How long have you been at camp?"
Aikaterine: She allowed the folds of her soft blanket to envelope her body, soon snuggling into the fabric and bringing it well up to her throat. She inhaled the familiar scent and tossed him a look of genuine amusement. "I arrived this morning," she admitted and then focused her attention on the flames. She enjoyed watching them flicker and dance along the dry wooden logs. After a bit, she pulled a flask from her pocket and took a swig before offering it to Alexander.