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Subject: Loitering with a Bit of Attitude (Dean) 
Wed Sep 26, 2012 1:09 pm
Flann was walking up Half-Blood Hill. His cabin was still in ruins after the attack and he'd currently been living in another Cabin where he didn't feel too welcome. The Zeus children and some Hephaestus kids were busy working on the Zeus and Hades Cabins. He sat down at the base of Thalia's Pine and rested his head against the rough bark of the now soulless tree. A tear slowly made its way down his cheek but before falling, Flann caught it with the white sleeve of his shirt. He wouldn't cry. He was too strong; Flann didn't cry anymore. He found himself in capable even when he thought back to the mass murder that had happened only a few days ago. He reached for his iPod and his Beats earplugs. Roughly shoving them into his ears he turned on Florence + The Machine as loud as it could go trying to block the world out. He was so tired of all the bad things that were happening one after another that he couldn't deal anymore. It was proving to be too much for Flann. The Irish boy pressed his knees as close as he comfortably could before resting his head on them. All he thought about were his fallen siblings as he softly sang along with Breath of Life. 
