uhhh, I don't care. (bren <3)

Andra Evans ~ Daughter of Ares

You are the hole in my head
Your in my head Your in my heart

Andra put her on her leather jacket and her combat boots. She already had her jeans on and she added her bracelet. She loved it because people never knew it became a whip. She walked over to a mirror and did her hair. She always liked to look decent when she left her cabin. She walked out of her cabin saying bye to her brothers and sisters as they just sat there. Some sleeping, and some being loud. She looked both way seeing if she could spy Nathan, but he hasn't been back since that girl he has been hanging with almost got killed. She turned and headed out. She walked with her head held high because someone people called her a loser for her crying because of her mother. She didn't care for the others and she wasn't scared. She was stupid even if she listened to them which is why sometimes she would just zone out on them.

Andra bumped into some friends and they talked for a bit. She really just wanted to be left alone, but she didn't want to be an ass. She left her friend and walked towards the beach. It was the first thing that came in her mind. She knew a lot of people would be there, but what a good way to see if Nathan was there, right? No. The beach was full of people because it was hot as hell. She took a deep breath and walked in the beach. The sand looked like it would burn if you stepped on it with bare foot. And Andra hated how these people were just bumping into her.

Andra kept walking and found herself in a group of dancing people. She pushed people out of her way and some girls fell. Some people just let it go and she really did give a rats ass ash she pushed her way out of that annoying group. She brushed herself off and took a step bumping into another person. She growled because she almost fell "Could you move your ass out of my way." she said pushing the guy out if her way and started to walk off.

Mat didn't even know what he was doing at the beach. It wasn't the typical scene for him. People were loud, music was blasting through several different audio devices. Wet skin glistened everywhere, almost more than Mat would have preferred to see. Sand was kicked up as people's feet tromped around the minuscule hot dunes. Others shrieked as the were splashed with water by their friend, or laughed as they splashed their friends back. It was all just one big commotion that, in Mat's best judgement, he would have avoided.

However, Mathieu had moments where he was not in his best judgement. He was, in fact, somewhat possessed by his own Aphrodite-based mind at the moment that he had mad the decision to go down to the beach. He was in his cabin, peacefully reading a novel, when his eyes happened over his legs. They looked a little bit paler than usual. This caused Mat to roll the sleeve of his shirt up and take a look at his skin. Indeed, his skin did not have a very sun-kissed appearance to it. As much as Mathieu valued the indoors, he also valued looking appealing. So, he pulled on a tank-top and some swim trunks. He grabbed suntan lotion, a towel, slid on his flip flops, and headed to the beach.

The sun was at an optimum height for a nice even tan. Positioned at the top of the sky, its rays cast straight down onto Camp Half Blood. The time was around noon. Mathieu had laid on his back with his arms outstretched for quite some time before he now rolled onto his stomach to begin to tan on his flip side. his tank-top laid to his side, and the sun baked his skin for a long while. He could feel bubbles of sweat beading on his skin and occasionally sliding down his ribs and legs. Every now and then a camper would not be paying very close attention and toss some sand onto Mat, who in turn swung his arm out and tripped them to the ground.

After maybe an hour of this, Mat decided he'd been out in the commotion for long enough. He wanted to curl up in the coolness of his cabin and read in peace. So, he pushed himself up off the ground and snatched up the towel. He dabbed his body down for droplets of sweat before he pulled on his sleeveless shirt and slipped his feet into his flip flops. He then made his way through the mess of campers, people's moist skin occasionally coming into contact with his dry skin. Squinting in the sun and aggravated, he quickened his pace. Once he was almost off the beach, he accidentally rammed straight into someone this time. He heard a feminine growl from the person he had bumped into. He cupped his hands over his eyes to see who he had come into contact with.

"What did you say to me?" Mathieu snapped, spinning around as his assailant began to strut away. "Do you want to watch your mouth?" he snarled, his french accent thick and tone very angry. It was bad enough that this girl had ran into him in the first place, but who did she think she was to dismiss him and swear at him?

Andra Evans ~ Daughter of Ares

You are the hole in my head
Your in my head Your in my heart

Andra turned around looking at the boy and smirked "D-D-Di-Di-Did I stutter? I think not pretty boy." she told him taking a few steps closer to the guy. She looked at him with his light brown hair and brown eyes. She smiled as he told her to watch her mouth. "Or maybe you can watch it for me." she pursed her lips together and then stopped. She studied him from the look of it he looked like a Hermes child or an Aphrodite child. She glared at him as she looked at him. Why did he have to say anything should could of been at the middle of the beach right now.

Andra rolled her eyes "One. You're a waste if my time. Two, you don't know who your talking to like that. And three, goodbye." she spoke her french accent showing. She shoved him out of her way, walking towards her cabin. She had enough of this. Trying to calm down or trying to be nice, but there is no point of even talking to people you probably will hate. And if he said another thing to her she would slap him.

Mat watched the girl swing around, and got a pretty good full-body view of her. for some reason, the girl was wearing boots and long pants. Not very good beach attire. She didn't even really look like she was here for any particular reason. Except for the fact that maybe she came purposefully to pick a fight with someone. With the attitude that she was putting out, she was doing a pretty good job of it already. Although she tried to be intimidating, perhaps she was not aware of her own height, for when she approached Mat, the boy had to look downwards to view her.

When she spoke to him, her sentences were oddly confusing. Mathieu was not exactly the best at understanding or applying humor, nor sarcasm. For a moment or two, he couldn't really tell if she really meant to call him pretty or not. Mat's mind struggled to find out whether she was trying to be witty or if she was serious. One thing he could distinguish in the girl's voice was a french accent, diminished somewhat by time in America, and not quite as thick as his own, but still present.

He glared down at the girl as she basically dismissed him as nothing but a nuisance. But that was not enough to set off his anger. It was her shove that caused a welt of anger to boil up inside of him. He could feel his temper rising, and clenched his jaw hard to suppress it. But her behavior could not totally go unpunished in some respect. As she was walking away, Mathieu angrily snarled a few choice words at the back of her head in french.