Posts : 140 Join date : 2013-06-09 Age : 17 Location : in your mum
Subject: lakeside conversations -open- Sun Apr 19, 2015 7:22 pm
Winston kicked aside some rocks that were along the shore of the lake. He sat down, holding his knees, and looked out at the lake. The lake was nearly deserted, except for a few demigods that were either drawing or working. He was wearing a pastel t-shirt with black skinny jeans and purple knock-off converse. He sighed as he watched the lake ripple. He picked up a nearby rock, and skipped it along the water. He watched as the rock sank to the bottom of the lake with hundreds of other rocks and grasses.
Winston leaned backwards, his back on the land behind him. He sprawled out his arms and legs, and stared at the sky. It was always perpetually sunny, with rarely any clouds in the sky, due to the magic atmosphere the camp had. Winston sometimes wished that the camp would give them a rainy day.
Winston began humming so random nonsense, mixing up songs in his head and humming their melodies. It was a force of habit, a thing he had done while in middle school when he was bullied, a calming process that helped him collect himself when he felt like jumbled nonsense.
He heard rustling behind him, and the demigod quickly sat up and turned around, trying to catch a glimpse of what had caused the noise. He looked around suspiciously before opening his mouth. "Hello...?" he asked with his English accent, looking around for whatever or whoever had caused the noise.
winston moore || son of apollo
"my geography teacher literally called me a peasant once."