dancing around the lies we tell [private]

Fern had heard about the campers that had been found on the hill a few days ago. She was suspicious about them. How could they not know what hurt them that bad? She didn't understand it. She didn't know anyone that had been found on the hill, but she had looked into the campers. Most of them had been at camp a while, but one or two were brand new. For once in her lonely life, she pitied those that didn't understand the demigod world and were thrown into it rather painfully. Fern was slightly scared eve though she'd never tell anyone that. There were seven campers, and she didn't think they killed whatever did that to them. She had to give the monster brownie points though for bringing the bodies back as if to rub it in their faces. Then the thought occurred to her, what if it wasn't a monster? It could be a someone.

Since Fern was starting to get nervous, she decided to go to the arena. Training helped her think, and that's all she usually did at camp anyway. Fighting was the only thing that kept her alive in the outside world. She'd been training almost everyday for the last five years at camp. Her dagger was the weapon she preferred, but today she didn't to try something different. The bow and arrow. Fern didn't understand. It was only good when you were fighting far away, and in her eyes, it was the coward's way out.

A son of Apollo had tried to help her, but she had gotten too frustrated. She'd rather learn it by herself. Every time she tried to hit the target, it wasn't even on the board. She'd managed to hit the bull's-eye by accident. Everything else was on the outer, last rim of the board. Fern turned around to load another arrow when someone stood in front of the target. "Could you move out of the way, you-" She said angrily, ending with a cure word. It was bad enough she didn't know what the hell she was doing, now someone had to stand in front of her target? Today was not a good day for Fern, and it looked like it wasn't going to get any better.

As soon as the girl turned around, Fern recognized her immediately. She was June Prenston, the Ares cabin leader. Fern had her fair share of fights with the Ares campers, and she was ready to start another one. She noticed the bandages wrapped around different parts of her body. June was on of the victims. Fern smirked at the thought. Looks like she wasn't as tough as she thought she was if someone or something hurt her that bad. She had to give her some credit for working out while she was probsbly still in pain, but Fern would never say to anyone.

"That's the point in training, to get better at it." She huffed. Fern had her celestial bronze dagger in her back pocket. She was definitely good at using it if all she did was train with it every day. When the brunette crossed her arms, Fern couldn't help but do the same. She'd already dropped her bow and arrow but hadn't taken her dagger out just yet. "What happens if I do?" Fern challenged her. Fern wasn't scared, if anything she loved the adrenaline that oumped through her veins when she fought. "Looks like you're not as tough as you think," She kept antagonizing June, "if a monster or a person hurt you that bad."

ooc- sorry for the delay in our other topic I should be able to post there later today!

Fern watched June's movements cautiously. She wasn't a daughter of Athena, but when she first got to camp they taught her how to watch someone's movements to see how they fought. This girl needs to be taken down a notch, She thought to herself. "Obviously your powers must be defective if you got to... that." She responded, referring to June's current state.

Fern had fought plenty of people before at camp. She didn't mind adding the Ares cabin leader to her list. She wasn't scared or afraid of anyone. If she was, she didn't show it. She had plenty of practice at hiding her emotions. She realized that she probably could've been friends with June, but Fern ruined any chances of that happening. She rolled her eyes as June kept talking. What she was saying was going through one ear and out the other. She couldn't care less what she was saying. Fern smirked when the daughter of Ares said she was one of the toughest people at camp. "Ready to be taken off that list?" She said rather confidently and quickly. Fern put her right fight behind her left one, automatically getting into her fighting stance. She was an excellent fighter, but she had a way with words that made people hate her. Maybe it wasn't a gift she received from her real mother, but her step-mother made up for real mom.

At the mention of boyfriends, Fern flinched slightly. She thought about Nathan and what he would say if he saw her right now. He would probably ask why she got herself into these messes. This only seemed to fuel her anger. He was gone, he couldn't help her anymore. "Go ahead," She challenged loudly enough for bystanders to hear the fight that was about to go on. "I'm right here." Her smirk only got bigger. She was ready to whip out her dagger the second June made a move.