Artsy fartsy (Open)

David set the notepad down on the white slanted desk in front of him. It was full of pencil marks and eraser marks. The only thing consistent about it were the five horizontal lines transecting the paper over and over, and the small squiggle that marked a treble cleff in the left hand margin of the paper. He pushed up his glasses and turned in his chair to glance at the clock near the head of the room. He let out a dramatic sigh to see that he had only been there for about twenty minutes.

David actually despised the arts and crafts section of the camp. It was for the little campers, mainly. However, due to the lack of space in the scheduling of other camp activities, the arts and crafts area was the only place that he could sign up for his cabin to have activities in today. The muse cabin leader had not done too much training with his cabin, since a lot of them were not very talented at fighting. So, here he was, with his cabin, writing music as the other campers fashioned makeshift instruments out of strings, created clay acting masks, and painted wonderful pieces of arts on canvases. Even if David didn't like it, he had to admit that his cabin kind of fit in perfectly here, being talented with many various forms of art.

David had made a few progressions in his music after the course of the next fifteen minutes, but not much, and he was so unfocused that he suspected he had broken quite a few writing rules. Soon, David heard a voice that completely broke his focus, and the brunette lifted his head and set his eyes upon a boy staring over his shoulder. A little surprised, David shifted in his chair. He twisted his body to be able to look at the boy straight-on better.

"My, uhm, my staff paper?" David repeated, quirking an eyebrow. It was a strange inquiry, mostly because he didn't know many people around that liked to compose, and the ones that did were usually his siblings, or Apollos. "Uhm, this is mine, I brought it from my supply. I don't think they provide it here. But, if you would like, you could have a few sheets," he said, turning back to his paper. He tore a couple sheets out of the writing pad and offered them out.

All the while, David tried to keep a smile on his face. As boring as he found their current activity, he wasn't ever known to be rude or mean. He knew the importance of being kind and understanding over moody and closed-minded. If anyone ever needed someone to be unconditionally nice to them, David would be the ideal candidate. If he ever grew annoyed, it was after constant prolonged pestering, and if he were ever sad, then something had gone seriously wrong. But, to this boy that he had just met, he had no reason to be anything less than caring and considerate.

"Hey, Dylan," David replied, pleasantly. His eyes shown a small twinkle. "No, i'm afraid neither of those names are mine. I'm David. It's nice to meet you." David set the rest of the papers back on the table, and nodded his head towards the ones in Dylan's hands. "I don't meet too many people around here that write their own music. A lot of people like to just do covers," he said. He was actually quite glad to have found someone who shared his desire to compose. David placed his hand in Dylan's, noticing they were quite soft, like his own. After shaking his hand, he brought it into his lap.

His eyebrows might have gained a slight bit of altitude when he heard that the other was a child of Aphrodite. That explained the well defined features and the seemingly-flawless complexion. Children of the goddess of beauty were undoubtedly the most good-looking group of teens to ever undergo puberty. Zits and squeaky voices were not associated with them, but rather perfect skin, beautiful eyes, a great head of hair, and it all came with a very self-righteous attitude. That last trait, however, David did not see displayed in the other at all. It was quite shocking that he was a child of Aphrodite in personality terms, hence the eyebrow raise. But based on appearance, it made sense.

"Me, I am a child of one of the Muses. Euterpe, you've probably never heard of her," he guessed. Not an insult, but just a general statement. Not many knew who his mother was, as she wasn't a major goddess. Many expressed confusion if he said 'Euterpe' and he'd learned by now to say 'Muses'. The group of children belonging to the minor goddesses of art were so under-appreciated that they were lucky to even have their own cabin.

David was glad to see that the other was more talkative than he. It gave him a reason not to feel awkward about having little to say. Of course, he could spark up conversation pretty easily if he had to. He just preferred to keep to himself, and all of his conversation starters were rather boring and tended to die out quickly.

"Ah. The Muses is just the group of goddesses associated with like the arts, basically." It was odd that he'd never heard of them, since that was what David's cabin was called. A lot of people didn't know their individual names, they just labeled them as the muses. It was a good blanket term so that they wouldn't have to put effort into memorizing them.

When Dylan began to ramble a bit, answering a question that wasn't asked (although David was admittedly a bit curious), he smiled kindly, a small tinkle in his eyes at the other's innocent spewing of words. When he heard that the other had gotten yelled at for his attire, David's eyebrows scrunched together, puzzled. He glanced over his clothes, noting each article. He didn't look bad at all. In fact, Dylan was probably a little bit better dressed than David was who wore only jean shorts, a striped shirt and converse. It was a very boyish look, and he felt a bit silly, wondering what Dylan thought about the way he dressed.

"Oh, no, it's quite alright. Better than anything I have to do here." David glanced back at the room, his cabin members still contentedly crafting away. His staff paper remained untouched, so he was glad for the company. Maybe time would tick a bit faster. "It's weird that they would criticize your dress, but I know the feeling. My twin drives me crazy sometimes."

"Hey, no, don't feel dumb. It's totally an understandable mistake. Greek mythology is always totally confusing, it's hard for anyone to keep up with all the parents going on around here." David gave him a reassuring smile in attempt to comfort him. He wouldn't want his conversation partner to feel silly at all. David didn't much care for elevating his own image, and he'd rather be on pretty equal terms with the other.

David smirked at the next question, nodding. Yeah, his cabin leader definitely was there, or at least he'd hoped. Suddenly, as if revelation hit him, Dylan surmised that David was likely the cabin leader. He was a little surprised that he'd arrived at that conclusion with little evidence. He doubted that if he were in Dylan's position, he would have guessed it.

"Yeah, I am," he replied, his half-grin still present. He didn't really think of himself as much of a leader. In fact, the only reason he had auditioned for the position was because nobody else had seemed to be running. He didn't want some lazy guy to be in charge of their entire cabin, so he decided, hey why not? When he landed the role, as with anything, he strived for perfection. He attended every meeting, took ample notes, learned quickly, and acted effectively. He wasn't sure if he actually was good or not, but he sure did try to be.

"Well, i'm sure that they don't really know what they are talking about. It's more likely that they are just concerned with their own image and have to criticize everyone else's because of it." David knew one thing for sure. If Dylan's siblings didn't like the way he looked, they were definitely crazy. Dylan's clothes looked fine, especially since Dylan seemed to have a tan that went along with the color scheme as well as a radiant white smile.

"Yeah, a bit," David chuckled. He'd heard that line numerous times. It seemed when people discovered he was a twin they tended to ask the same question as everyone else. Something about their names getting mixed up, or who was the oldest, or the kind of trouble they could get in by switching places. It all got rather tiresome, but David didn't let Dylan know that because Dylan had no idea about other people's questions. "But nobody mistakes us very often. We are pretty different, mostly about how we act."

"Yeah, I think Greek mythology is pretty unique in that way. A lot of other mythologies aren't quite as attractive, though I don't know why. Egyptian mythology has a little bit too many deities, in my opinion. And Norse doesn't focus enough on the impact of the gods on the mortals, like in the Iliad. I don't know, I just think Greek is probably the coolest kind of stuff to learn about." David didn't even think it odd that Dylan had said he liked to learn. It was something he was used to. Being surrounded by kids of the muses meant being surrounded by kids with passion, drive, and self-motivation to pursue things that they liked. So Dylan saying he liked to learn seemed kind of ordinary to him.

"Thank you! I try my best," David giggled, thankful for the compliment. He was glad that an outside perspective thought he was a good leader. He hoped that his cabin members thought the same. "Oh, well, I'm glad I could help. Your clothes look good," he assured Dylan. He didn't want the other to feel uncomfortable in his clothes, because it was almost like feeling uncomfortable in your own skin. Plus Dylan didn't look bad at all, so David was being truthful.

"Yeah, he's a bit..." David paused, glancing down at his hands. He'd hate to speak badly of his own twin. He was quite fond of Chris, when it boiled down to it. They were kind of each other's opposite halves, and a coin wouldn't be balanced with just one side. He had to think of a way to describe Chris without using a demeaning term of any sort. He bit his lip, swimming through his thoughts for the right descriptors. "Well, let's put it this way. Chris is pop and i'm classical," David explained finally, once again only able to properly express himself in terms of music.

The question came as a bit of a surprise, and it certainly wasn't something he'd ever considered before. He didn't take up the position because he thought it would be enjoyable, and he hadn't really ever considered it as amusing. There were some perks, obviously. A few duties that he got to do that made him an exception to the general camper population. He didn't feel all too important, obviously, because Muse campers weren't particularly valued especially compared to Ares. In battle they were usually just as useful as Dionysus campers.

"I guess it can be kind of fun," he shrugged, giving an innocent look. "There's some more responsibility than usual, but that's alright for me. I like to keep myself busy. Being idle," he glanced at his blank paper, "doesn't always suit me."

David remembered the initial reaction of the campers upon receiving the twins. They were both decently handsome, funny, personable. But finding out how different they were took only about two minutes when each of them had had their chance to open their mouths. David had spoken lightly and shyly whereas Chris was loud and assertive. They quickly made friends with two kinds of crowds (though David insists that he is on good terms with everyone- just some more than others), Chris's crowd being the one that would sneak out of camp frequently and play pranks on innocent campers. David's crowd was a little bit more serene. He instantly made friends with people who enjoyed to sing, he made friends with many Demeter kids because he appreciated the beauty in their flowers. There was no way he could have explained all of this to Dylan.

"Yeah, they are both good." Despite their differences and occasional bickering, neither Chris nor David could live without the other. They spoke to each other more than to anyone else everyday, and it was almost a yin-yang relationship.

David glanced at the time and noticed that it had struck the hour, meaning their time in the Arts and Crafts room was over, and they were to migrate to their next activity, which was an individually scheduled one, not cabin-wide. David sighed, not really wanting to move but at the same time wanting to get out as fast as possible.

"Our time at this activity is up," he told Dylan, trying to sound a bit upset. "What are you doing, next? We can still hang out, if you want."