Is My Hair...Blue? (PRIVATE)

Niccolo 'Nico' Orion Fox • son of Chaos

Dressed with a plain white shirt and some jeans that fitted him well, Nico walked straight into the Arts and Crafts part of camp. Although he didn't expect it as clean as it was, considering the fact that teenagers weren't exactly known to be as tidy- and the cabin's weekly ratings had proven this theory-, he didn't exactly think it'd be this empty as it is now. True, there were some people who casually finished their works of art, being too spaced out, he found the place comfortably spacious and wide enough.

Hands in his pockets and head hung low, Nico made a beeline to the nearest bench. As expected, it was filled with paint splotches and other art chaos. A few art materials also covered the pace, but it was neatly piled up in the corner of the table. Grabbing a paint brush, he nonchalantly started to dip in into a cool and shocking color of blue when he realized he had no paper. Shrugging a bit, he stood up and grabbed his needed materials on a separate part of the place, nearly tripping on someone's left over mess and catching himself before he made a dive on the dirty floor. Recovering, he hastily manages to right himself up- hearing someone snicker and paying no attention to the person- he grabs a pile of paper.

As he walks to his designated area, he cautiously walks around the obstacle he unfortunately found and proudly sat down the bench. The stack of paper he recovered was neatly besides his arm and, as if he could, tried to paint the familiar blue hedgehog he wanted to place on his bunk. In his preoccupation, he didn't try to get the pieces of bond paper that fell to the floor from the cool breeze. When he was completely sure he didn't have such artistic talents and therefore throwing the unwanted piece of blue mess he'd manage to make on the white sheet, Nico grumbles to himself about talents and blue.

As he went to the last piece under the table, he hits his shoulder on the side and there was a odd sound of 'SPLUNK' and an empty bottle of dark blue pain landed on the floor. Scrunching his eyes, Nico got to it when something fell on the floor.

Blue paint?... Cursing his clumsiness, he stood up straight, his brows knotted together.

"Is my hair...blue?"

Niccolo 'Nico' Orion Fox • son of Chaos


Nico rubbed the back of his neck. Hypnos and Zeus huh? Not really bothering to gawk at their godly parents or anything, all he did was sit back down to a colorful table and pick at his blue shirt. "So what brings y'all here ma'am?" He asks nonchalant as he tried to rub the pink stain off his shirt- not wanting to have it the color of the Aphrodite cabin. Without noticing it, his words slipped into a more respectful tone, something not common in this date and time. "Before we became human paint brushes that is."

His looks up and looks at the eyes of both girls. The one that called herself 'Cookie' was also the one he was looking at. A small scrunch appeared on his forehead. "Is you're name really 'Cookie' miss, or am I being placed into one of your tricks again?" he asks, trying to make it sound as polite as possible. "Cause back in my day, cookies were eaten. And you too Alex- miss. Back then, there weren't any Alexes nor Cookies that I knew of." he brushes a lock of his hair off his face.

"And then again, back in my day Hellhounds didn't exist and gals were called like 'em flowers." he told them, sighing as he thought about it. He gave them a smile and went back into failing to remove that nasty shade off his colored shirt.