Down by the lake Where nobody goes (Xephos, Brandon and I)

Escaping seemed like the thing that Adelina Young could do best. That and screwing up her life, of course. The sixteen year old demigod made her way around Camp Half-Blood, dodging any signs of Chiron or Mr D. An unlit cigarette hung from the corner of her lip as she greeted other campers with the universal 'sup' nod. Over her Camp Half-Blood shirt and dark-denim washed shorts, she wore a leather motorcycle jacket that she had grown fond of. When it caught her eye in the store, it appealed to her since it contributed to the bad-girl style she had. Having combat boots helped to her image, as well.

She tried to look for a place where she could smoke and increase her chances of lung cancer. Could demigods even get lung cancer? It was a question begging for an answer. She considered smoking in one of the empty stables, but one of the prissy Aphrodite kids would kick her ass if they recognized the stench of smoke. The cabins were too risky, having people walk in and out any time. The last thing she needed was someone ratting her out and being thrown back to the streets. The daughter of Penthus had already wasted majority of the money she earned from modeling gigs on a fake ID, drugs, and alcohol. Despite her young age, she already was well-aware of the consequences of having the personification of grief as your god parent.

Her bluish-grey eyes caught sight of an empty area from her peripheral vision. A smirk tugged on the corner of her lips. Perfect. Moving towards the pier, she pulled out a lighter from the pocket of her shorts. She adjusted the cigarette in her mouth and almost lit the cigarette until she noticed someone else was there. Addy came to a sudden stop, the echoes of her footsteps on the pier halting. "Great," she muttered to herself, lighting the cigarette and plopping down on the pier as far as she could from the girl.

Adelina was absentmindedly flicking the shavings of the cigarette butts into the water when she heard a commotion behind her, resulting into her dropping the cigarette in the lake.. She jumped to her feet, pulling out a shrunken from the pouch resting on the waistband of her jeans. When she had expected to be faced with a monster that had broken into camp, instead, the sight of a girl on the groaning on the ground greeted her, surprisingly. The girl looked like she was about her age or a year younger. The dark color of her short hair contrasted greatly with her pale complexion. What would normal people do in this situation, Addy wondered. "You okay?" she asked after pausing for a moment of thought. People in television shows seemed to do that and probably it was applicable in real life.

She helped the girl to her feet, gripping her forearms as she stood up. Her hands dropped from the girl's skin when their eyes met. The girl's eyes were a weird shade of light pink while her lips were two shades: black and purple. One thing was for sure: this girl didn't have an ounce of human blood in her.

"What are you--" she began to say, but she was cut off by someone else walking towards them. Addy tore her gaze from the strange girl to look at the figure approaching. This time, a boy made his way towards them. He was tall and had a mop of black hair. She couldn't quite see what shade his eyes were, but judging how she was immediately captivated by it, she could tell it was electrifying. She was taken aback. For someone who looked, well, handsome, he was dressed in modest fashion.

Her eyes darted between the two people before her. Her lip curled downward in a frown. Did someone send them for her? Could they be delivering a message? "Hello," she greeted them warily.

Adelina cocked an eyebrow at the girl, wondering what she was so nervous about. After muttering something about shoes and feet, Addy theorized that this girl was possibly extremely jittery. She guessed that both of their personalities would hold no similarities at all. While she was perpetually pokerfaced and an introvert, this girl's face clouded with different emotions. If the two ended up being friends, she bet that they would make an interesting pair.

She forced herself to look at the boy who had just arrived. Her eyes traveled down his figure as she studied him. He looked about sixteen or so, judging by his tall frame. He towered over the two girls and wore a smile on his face. While the boy returned the greeting, the other girl remained silent.

Smacking her lips together, she rocked back and forth on her heels. "So," she started to say. Conversing with any other member of the human species was a difficulty for the sixteen year old. She found comfort in talking to Siri on her iPhone. The application proved to be a great companion. It was a sad sight, yeah. Seeing a young girl muttering to her phone and giggling like an idiot. Hey, Addy found happiness in the weirdest ways. As a child of misery, she found it rare to ever be in a good mood, actually. With her mind racing with different ideas on how she could kill herself, where would she ever find joy in a sick and twisted mind like hers?

"Are you new?" she asked the boy. Addy has never seen him around camp before and if she did, she would quite remember him. She was good with that stuff. Her gaze flitted over to the girl next. "Are you a demigod?"

Her mind was filled with questions that she wanted answers, but the young demigod forced herself to control the urges to spew out random inquiries. Having ADHD made it hard to, though.