A Perfect Day for Ripping Someone's Head Off (Open!)

(Thanks for the advice! Sounds good.)

I laugh and put my hands up in the air and yell, Fine. I surrender! I reach into my Kiss concert bag and pull out two Cokes. I look around suspiciously to make sure nobody was looking. I hand him one quickly and whisper, I definitely did not sneak out of Camp last night and get one extra.

"why do you make sure to reassure me of that?" i ask, "whats wrong with coke?"
I was new i admit and maybe a bit ignorant.

I roll my eyes and mutter, I'm being sarcastic, kid. Take the Coke and hide it. I take a sip of mine and put it back in my bag.

"once again why would i need to hide it. its coke, not anything illegal," i ask confused

I laugh and say loudly, We are not allowed to have any food products in Camp Half-Blood that is not provided to us by the nymphs, therefor Coke-a-Cola is prohibited. I think for a moment and ask, How long have you been at Camp?

"yesterday," i say simply, "and thats kind of a jip. so its like the prohibition here except with coke-a-cola instead of alcohol."
"reminds me of old times," i say with a smile, "my grandfather used to tell me stories of how he was a bootlegger during the prohibtion."

I laugh and nod at the mention of his grandfather comment. Wow. How... interesting... He sounds like a fun guy to hang out with. And welcome to Camp Half-Blood. Any other questions should be submitted in writing to "Alexia Logan of Apollo." I laugh and take a quick sip before stuffing the Coke back in my bag.

"why you?" I ask, "what makes you so special?"

I become serious suddenly and blurt out, I know you just came here yesterday and I should let this slide, but I really don't care at this point. You need to stop the whole 'the world sucks' attitude and deal with it. I'm sorry if you had a hard life, but you need to learn that we all have our problems and get over yourself.

(Sorry, Alex just needed a moment to get mad. Haha no offense to you or your character at all. She just gets huffy easily...)

i cock my head and lift my eyebrow quizzically. "you aren't the best at reading people are you? my attitude doesn't even slightly resemble a 'the world sucks',as you put it, attitude. and seriously dudette calm down," i say soothingly

I calm down the slightest bit and mumble, Okay, then. I'll chill. I sit down and take out my iPod and put in one earpiece and start listening to some Beethoven.

i sit down next to her and say "so what is the deal with this camp?"

I smile, feeling a thousand times more calm now. Whatdaya mean? I ask, thoroughly confused.

"whats the point of it," i elaborate, "why do people stay here."

I think for a moment and reply, Well, why did you come here, first of all? That would help me give hi ma better answer.

"my parents final wish," i reply dispassionately.

Oh. I reply slowly. Ok then, well demigods from any and every god come here to escape the constant fear of a monster or god attacking or killing you, so that you can focus and train for when you leave and have to defend yourself.

"why run?" i ask with lots of emotion in my voice, "why not just fight," i say with a sigh, "why live in fear?" i ask very softly

That's why we're here. Many demigods die fighting without trainig. We stay here for a few summers and then we can be on our way. It's not running. It's preparing, because not everyone is ready to face Medusa empty-handed. I say these words proudly, thinking of how this camp has saved my life.

"how long have you been here?" i ask

I look around quickly and relax more, knowing that I wasn't being watched by anyone else in the Arena. Seven months. I'm still a newbie, but I know a lot already. I'll be here full-time though. I'm not going back "home." I make air quotes around the word "home."

"things tough there?" i ask

I nod and look down, trying to think of the right thing to say. Mom wasn't too honest about dad, and I got mad and kinda burned down her kitchen... I smile, thinking of the ironic memory. I left during the night, said bye to Miami, and here I am.

"So you ran away?" i ask, "and why were you so angry? how did you burn down the kitchen? are you a daughter of hephaestus?" i bombard her with these question and i seem to be very terse as i utter the last one.

I close my eyes and keep them shut throughout the interrogation. Yes, I guess. I was mad that she wouldn't answer any of my questions about him, and she kept making excuses. I reply as quickly as humanly possibly. I was mad 'cause she wouldn't tell the truth. I didn't mean to burn it down. It just... happened. I say, laughing. And no, I'm not.