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Shiloh and Ryder[]
- Shiloh: The divorce papers are final. They're split, in different households. And he's here, wasting away his life as the biggest Ares disappointment. His sword reflects dully in the fire light. So I guess I have to adapt. A silent sigh escapes Shiloh, swirling into the chilly air of the New York night. He has a cute purple sweater on, but hopefully, no one notices how soft he looks in this moment. That wouldn't be good for his reputation. As long as he's been at camp as a summer camper, he's never had to really... live here live here. And it terrifies him. No one has picked a fight with him yet, but he's expecting it.
- Ryder: Ryder was walking around the camp late at night, a thing he had grown to do since becoming immortal. Though it was mostly to clear his mind, he found pulling all-nighters were a little easier when you didn't need to worry about how detrimental it was to your health. He saw the campfire and, in a moment of impulse, decided to sit down at one of the logs. He could tell someone else was there - he couldn't say who - but decided to ignore them for now. Most people tended not to bother him if he looked serious... perhaps that was one of the few perks of being Ares' Counsellor.
- Shiloh: Oh no. Shiloh silently attempts to bring the sword on his lap closer to his stomach. He's certainly spotted Ryder, the biggest camp badass, allegedly, and his half brother counselor. The camp fire seem to enhance the shadows on his muscles...he could probably flick Shiloh and send him across the long island sound. Don't think like that Shiloh, you're tough too, remember? He tries really hard not to look, but every so often, his glance towards Ryder obligatorily. Most of his time at camp, he's done his best to avoid the guy. The less in the spotlight he is, the less likely anyone could see right through him. He's a fraud of a demigod, after all. He's not even sure how he's managed to avoid his roommates, but he has.
- Ryder: When he sat down, Ryder was, initially, lost in his thoughts. He paid little attention to the person - whoever they were - until he felt the odd stare every so often. He paid no mind to it initially; people liked to stare at the counsellors. It wasn't until he began to steal glimpses back out of curiosity that he realised it was one of the new half-siblings that'd joined the cabin. He felt a little guilty, being all too aware he was meant to show the person around but had forgone it in lieu of spending some much needed time with Beau. He decided not to say anything, mostly because the name of the person escaped him at that moment, and instead offered a smile. He'd been working on being nicer to people and what better way to put that to the test than to be nice to a new half-sibling?
- Shiloh: As Shiloh glances at Ryder, he catches the smile. Is it a smile? It's hard to tell. Sometimes the campers smile when they're about to pull some sadistic bullfuckery. The camp is crawling with sociopaths with parental issues. Like me. He shakes his head. Bad thought. Oh gods...maybe it's a pity smile. The worst he could receive, from his half brother and leader. He doesn't think I'm a threat. The boys face is suddenly flooded with emotion- relief, anger, and shame. What else is he supposed to do here, it's always a Catch 22 when you're a fake. He picks up a pack of marshmellows from the floor, doing his best not to tremble. His eyes feel watery. Maybe he wants to cry for no reason. It's okay, just eat your marshmellows.
- Ryder: Ryder noted that Shiloh seemed to not react to his smile, unnerving him slightly. Had he done something wrong already? He hoped not - he'd just met his half-brother. His glance stayed on Shiloh as he watched the younger pick up the marshmallows, subtly forgiving him. He'd always choose marshmallows over a sibling as well. It took him a few seconds before he remembered a name or two that Theia had told him. Clearing his throat, Ryder decided it was better to say something than to sit in silence. "Uh, you're Shiloh, right?" He asked after a few poignant seconds. "New Ares kid?"
- Shiloh: Oh gods... The tremble in his hand becomes more noticeable. Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry... A small tear escapes his eye, but he hides it by bringing the bag of marshmellows up to his face. If he doesn't get his act together quickly, the game will be over before it's even begun. "Oh. Uh. Hi." Slowly, Shiloh moves the marshmellow bag from his face, trying his best to make eye contact, and not look scared. It's just THE Ryder. No big deal. He clears his throat. "Sorry, was distracted. Marshemellows, you know. Do I know you?" The demigod's last few words have an edge to them, making it sound almost as if he has an attitude. He couldn't help it.