Go Away [Private]

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Looking for her sister, Chanel strode into the Hera cabin with all her weapons on display on her belt. Her soft amber eyes weren't soft as she stared down the two in the corner. She advanced over to the corner, a dagger in her hand. "Alyssa, go," She told the girl. Alyssa's dark brown eyes flashed in annoyance. Chanel returned the look and Alyssa stalked off, obviously annoyed and cursing along the way. Chanel snapped her head back to the boy that Alyssa had been talking to earlier.
"Who the hell are you?" An annoyed expression crossed the teenager's face. Her lips twitched in annoyance again. She advanced over to the boy's bunk with the dagger steady in her hand, her combat boots making soft thuds against the cabin's hardwood floor. Chanel left her left arm resting against the headboard of the bunk and her right hand dangling at her side dangerously. Her right hand was carrying the dagger so of course it'd be the dangerous one.
The smell of stale smoke hit the girl's nose and her nostrils flared ever so slightly. "You smoke?" She asked, curious. She'd never been one for heaters for the sole reason that she knew exactly what would happen when that tar hit her lungs. "Doesn't smoking make it kind of hard to run away?" She said sweetly, her eyes glinting cruelly in the light. Chanel wasn't cruel herself, she just enjoyed a good challenge. That's all the boy was to her. A good challenge.
Chanel appreciated a good runner. Although, the boy in front of her didn't look like he'd lifted a finger his entire life. He looked like type of boy without a care in the world raised in a rich family with a rich daddy to take care of all his expenses.

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Chanel, unlike the boy, didn't flinch. "Sounds like a boring game. My favorite game, however, is called slit the throat on the loser." Quickly before anyone could move, Chanel had the dagger on the boy's throat with slight pressure added to the blade. She had no intention of actually cutting him unless he was secretly an enemy demigod. She just liked to give people good scares. Chanel latched onto the boy's light green gaze with her own amber eyes. Anger flickered in the depths. Genuine and true anger. She lowered the dagger and took a step back. No sense in angering somebody that was already angry.
Chanel didn't feel like introducing herself and felt that the conversation was done here. "Don't touch my sisters," she stated simply, her tone somewhat casual but with threatening implications. She figured the other demigod would've done a decent amount of damage to her sister. Whether it was good touching or bad touching, he would have hurt her. Chanel could see it on the boy's face that he was a bad boy. He was an angst-ridden, angry teenage boy who wore leather and saluted the world with a middle finger.
And with that, Chanel turned on the heel of her boot and moved towards the door with a graceful walk. The daughter of Ares had a certain sway to the way she walked. Left, right, left, right, left. She kept her strides perfectly even as she went. Chanel slid her blade back into her sheath and stepped out of the cabin doors, the sharp, winter wind hitting her bare arms like individual needles. She didn't mind the cold, though. Chanel was good with harsh weather especially on her bare skin.
As she padded through the snow, the warrior girl kept her sense open for any impending threats as she moved. In the case the boy decided to follow her out. Chanel's hand drifted to the crossbow strapped to her back. Just in case, she reminded herself.