live while we're young [kenzie]

Oliver laughed as he sprinted off from his group of friends, their game of tag had traveled to the forest. It was an immature game, but entertaining for the kids none the less. This wasn't just any tag, this was Greek Tag. The small group had made it up one day, where you didn't get tagged with a hand. No, you got poked with a weapon and then were out. Clad in a loose shirt with armor underneath, Oliver continued through the brush.

The path the demigod took was sprinkled with red and orange leaves, quickly swept up by a sudden burst of motion. Oliver never lost this game, he made it up himself. "Catch me if you can, slow poke!" he taunted with a bright grin. The son of Aphrodite's hair was in a ruffled mess, similar to the ground he was running through. No voices came back after his outburst, which was a surprise. Normally they would yell something else back, but that didn't matter to him.

Oliver had realized he was lost when he came upon a river. Setting his hands on his knees, he slowly steadied his breathing from the long sprint. He had his weapon on him, and wasn't worried about a monster coming out and attacking him. Oliver figured that his friends would find him before anything dangerous would.

Hearing a ruffle behind him, Oliver spun, grabbing his dagger. "Jack, you know you can't touch this," he said with a laugh. He was ready to pounce, when he noticed the figure was feminine. "Er..."

Oliver slid his dagger back into it's strap, not seeing the girl as a threat. "Hey," he breathed casually, taking a quick second to observe the girl. Casual clothing, a camera, and some paper in her hands, maybe the daughter of some artistic person?  "I'm Oliver."

A small smile floated on his lips as he crunched towards the other demigod. "What brings you out here?" he asked with the raising of an eyebrow. Even when his friends traveled into the deepest depths of the forest for their games, they hardly ever came across someone.

Oliver leaned against the side of a sturdy oak tree, his brown eyes continuing to make small assumptions about the girl. He hadn't seen her around recently, which wasn't long, considering he had only been at camp for two months. The demigod wondered if he had startled her with his rapid responses, judging by the expression on her face.

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Oliver gave her a softer smile, unlike his childish grin he usually wore. "I don't think I've ever met a Halona before," the demigod muttered, picking up one of the yellow leaves and running it through his fingertips. Letting the wind blow it away, Oliver looked back up at the girl.

Nodding at her response, his chocolate gaze fell to the ground, littered with an assortment of reds and yellows. "Nice," Oliver said with another nod. He noticed how this girl, unlike most he has talked to at camp, didn't talk much. Anna talked a lot. She gave him things to think about all the time, things he couldn't think about if she wasn't his friend. Then again, maybe not talking was okay too.

Staring at Halona's sketch, the demigod ran a hand through his hair. "Oh... m'sorry,"Oliver muttered sheepishly, a faint blush showing up on his fair skin. "You're a really good artist." He dared to glance upwards at Halona, trying to figure her expression. Oliver couldn't figure her out. He normally could judge people, like Anna the talker, or his friends the rascals. "It looks kind of like lightning if you look upside down."

Oliver watched her reach for a red leaf and tuck it into her book, wondering what she would do with that later. He didn't ask, but just listened to her. The demigod smiled at her and shook his head. "No it's not," he muttered, thinking about how he could never draw that well, even if he tried.

Seeing her redirected her gaze, the demigod tried to stop blushing. She must've noticed him observing her... a tad bit excessively. "Yeah, that's a compliment," Oliver quickly slurred, rubbing the back of his neck with a free hand. He felt flustered, like someone had just figured him out. The demigod tried to keep his plans and endeavors to himself, but it seemed he was doing a a crappy job of that today.

Halona's smirk steadied him a little more. Smirks were his type of thing, and it was fair play for the trickster son of Aphrodite. "I'm out with my friends," he began, but then noticed how lame that sounded, since he was by himself. "But we got lost, kind of." Oliver sputtered, feeling the confidence drain out from him. Her stare wasn't making it any better, as he felt his palms growing sweaty.

Oliver was about to decline her invitation to go back to camp when his conscious kicked in. When a pretty girl asks you to walk her back to camp, you walk her back to camp. As he looked up to answer him, the demigod felt her big brown eyes staring into his soul. "I uh," he began, feeling his hands getting calmy. "Sure."  

The demigod rubbed the back of his neck once more, trying to rid of the sudden perspiration on his hand. Who knew a girl could have this kind of effect on him. Oliver didn't ever get this way when talking to Anna, and she was a girl. A talkative girl, but a girl none the less. "Should we get going then?" he mumbled motioning towards the path he had come down.

Oliver followed behind Halona, watching and listening for any of his friends that might've come out from their game. Personally, he hoped they wouldn't, but who knew? Anything was possible. The demigod also listened as the girl kicked away the fallen leaves and stones as they went, slightly amused by the sound it made. Meeting her gaze temporarily, before it light up like a Christmas tree, a smirk curled onto his face.

Feeling a bit of confidence return to him, the boy gave a small shrug. "Most people think Hermes, but it's Aphrodite," Oliver admitted. He tried not to frown at the sound of his mother's name, he wasn't fond of her. "She's actually a really disturbing person to meet. Really happy and bubbly," he added with a half smile. Hearing a rustle, or maybe it was a shout, he tried not to avert his gaze. "You?"

He couldn't have listening long, as one of his friends, Davis, jumped from the nearest maple tree, flattening Oliver on the path. "Jesus Davis," the demigod groaned, blinking up at his friend, who poked him with the tip of a sword. "You are it!" the son of Khione said with an impish grin.

Davis called to the rest of the gang, which made four boys in total. The son of Khione, then Jack and Mitchell, both sons of Ares. "Halona, meet my friends, uh, Davis, Jack and Mitchell," he muttered, motioning to each as they were introduced. His movement was limited, due to the foot still pressed against his chest.