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it's like you're trying to get to heaven in a hurry

but the queue is shorter than you'd thought it would be

james had no clue how he was still alive: after going through hell and back with faye only two days before, he had spent the last thirty hours still trying to calm himself down. they had both rushed quickly back to the infirmary: james was bleeding quite heavily from the slashes down his face, and he hadn't seen faye since they had returned. he hadn't been able to: the death of kalina had made the camp explode into panic. he hadn't know her personally, but he knew that there was something happening. he knew that he had to put his name down, because he really didn't want anymore deaths. and he didn't fancy letting another beast lashing at his face, as he must've had fifty stitches running from the long, fresh wound that ran from the corner of his right mouth to the underside of his eye. he was not going through that again.

ex-cabin leader quickly moved down the path towards the lake, his leather jacket and jeans barely being enough to keep him warm, but allowing him to be flexible enough to move. he was better armored now: he had a celestial bronze sword sheathed beneath the waistband of his jeans, and a smaller blade tucked into his shoe. he was ready, even though he wasn't a great team player. this is when he saw the other boy standing by the lake, looking as if he was waiting. james finally stopped in front of him, frowning into his horizons as he searched around. if a sibling of his was on this team, he knew that he would be able to at least work with that, but he struggled to work with people he didn't know. he eyed the guy in front of his up and down - same height, yet james believed he was slightly broader, yet he was probably faster - and just nodded once, "you got any clue of what we're looking for?" he asked, his english accent ringing out to fill the tense silence.  

it's like you're trying to get to heaven in a hurry

but the queue is shorter than you'd thought it would be

the son of ares had not know the next member of the small team was coming up behind him, and his heart dropped when he heard her voice. his jaw clenched immediately and he looked down at her as she stepped forward to the two of them, his icy gaze drilling into her face. he lived faye with all his heart - or, at least, as much a someone like james was able to love someone else - and therefore he started to build up with anger that she had even volunteered to go: she had nearly died. james was going out to try and protect her and others in camp. if he thought she would listen, he would try and march her right back up to the infirmary. but faye was stubborn, and he knew that she would never oblige. "yeah, i guess." although james didn't really mean to sound cold, he did.

dionysus. james would usually scoff - he didn't feel like any other cabin except for ares, zeus and hades had any credibility when it came to fighting - but he didn't feel like causing an argument with this jovan if they had to have each other's backs. he just nodded, starting to turn in the direction that lead towards the edge of the pathway. "james, ares." the seventeen year old pointed to the cut on his face, "a hellhound did this, so i wouldn't be surprised if we run into one of them. just keep an eye out, i think. because it was a fast little bugger."

starting down the pathway, james threw a glance over his shoulder at faye, not wanting to speak too loudly, "do you really think this is a good idea? 'cause i don't." cold, once more, unintentionally.