Gods, there goes my sanity... [p r i v a t e]

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Petra doesn't quite know what dragged her to this specific part of camp. She just found herself wandering towards the area, barely even awake to register what's going on. Before she became fully aware of her situation, she had already managed to snag a pencil and piece of paper from one of the packed counters. There were some pretty neat stuff around. Statuettes made of sticks, paintings that looked abstract, and a lot of carved busts. Interesting. Petra glanced around warily before proceeding to draw a circle right in the center of the smooth white paper. She let out a series of snickers before drawing a vertical line underneath the circle, somehow connected to the circumference. After a few swift hand movements, her masterpiece was finished.

In her opinion there was no finer stick figure in the world. Feeling a bit goofy, she pretended to dab fake tears from her eyes. "It's beautiful." her voice was a whisper but obviously carried out a sense of comedy.

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Ace Ashfield

Whistling quietly to himself, Ace scratched his ear and sauntered into the Arts and Crafts building before coming to an abrupt stop. He hadn't expected someone to be there at such an hour, and the Arts and Crafts area was usually pretty deserted. No time for making little macaroni crafts with the war in full swing around them. Shaking himself out of it, he eyed the girl warily and cleared his throat in a semi-loud way. Mainly to get her attention, he didn't want to just pop up behind her and be responsible for causing some sort of momentary heart failure.

Not entirely sure of what he should say, he ran a hand through his short, messy black hair. He wasn't exactly the greatest at making chit chat. Squinting further, he realized that she was focused on something and he snorted at the picture. "Wow, that is such an awesome drawing. It really displays the obviously high level of skill of the artist."

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"You bet it does. It took me a a few seconds to draw it. I'm so proud." Petra decided to go along with the joke. She couldn't really nag at him for making fun of her exceedingly inadequate drawing skills, since even she had no idea what got into her head. "I ought to post this in a museum, under the section 'Too Awesome To Be Seen'. What do you think?" She pivoted on her right heel to face the speaker who Petra couldn't define as sarcastic or witty. Well, the boy did look startlingly familiar. He looked like one of the guys who went to the Arena every so often just build up their muscles, err, scratch that. He looked like one of the guys who went to the Arena to further improve on their skills. Hmm, what was his name again? Trace? Casey?

Deciding it was high time to break the moment of silent awkwardness, Petra cleared her throat and brandished the drawing directly in front of his face, arm outstretched. "You may cry and worship the drawing now." She gave a little flip of her hair which obviously went unseen because the paper was directly covering his vision.

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Slightly uncomfortable with having something waved in his face, Ace slid back a few steps and scratched his neck. "Thanks but I'll have to pass." He said, rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn (( I actually yawned while writing that. xD )) from lack of sleep. Say, why wasn't he in his cabin, sleeping like any other normal demigod? Wait a second. Could demigods even be defined as normal? He guessed there were two categories of demigods, the-almost-normal-but-not-quite-normal demigods and then the-ones-that-belong-in-a-loony-bin demigods. Maybe he fell in the latter category, or maybe he was somewhere in between.

Anyways, his mind had strayed again. "Huh. So why are you up at this hour?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Now that the drawing wasn't blocking his view, he could see the chick better. Her hair was pretty funky (well it wasn't like his was that hot either), the electricity and all. Definitely a child of Zeus. For some odd reason he always compared children of Zeus and Poseidon to Reese and Lawrence, probably because while they had only met briefly, they were the only two people he had ever really gotten along with. And Ronnie, but she seemed to disappear a while back.

Come to think of it, Reese and Lawrence had disappeared as well. They'd never really talked after the Thalia's Pine incident. Oddly enough, he kind of wondered where they had gone, although he never really spared another glance to the people who deserted him. It didn't feel like the had, however, it was like some mightier force (( Liiiiike, Pink and Chiv. xD )) had just removed them from his life.

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After giving the drawing a disappointing once over, Petra sighed disapprovingly then reached for an uncapped marker from a badly lit table barely four paces away from where she stood. "If you want the truth, I'm usually up and bored at four or five in the morning. I should be training around this time or lounging comfortably at Thalia's Pine. However, if you want a lame excuse," She examined the drawing to look for something to add, obviously distracted, then continued "I have a natural talent for art and felt a desperate need to attempt to draw the Mona Lisa, which obviously ended up becoming better than the original. Leonardo da Vinci must be turning in his grave as we speak. Or, should I say, feeling owned in the Underworld. Same banana." Petra dismissively waved her hand then proceeded to draw a crooked mustache smack center of Stick Man's head. "Freaked out by my hair? Yeah, I get that a lot. I want to add several different highlights in the order of ROY G. BIV. In case you've missed out on childhood and don't know my friend Mr. Rainbow who I just mentioned, ROY G. BIV stands for Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet. Ingenious name, honestly."

Petra shifted from foot to foot, quite annoyed that she wasn't seated. Without saying another word, she walked over to the table where the busts rested then placed herself between two old looking ones made of stone. "If my premonitions are right, you're a child of Hades. Why are you up at this hour? And why did you come to the Arts and Crafts area? Well, I don't mind anyway. Just curious." Her gaze was intent and directly pointed at Ace. She couldn't care a dime about how he looked so her eyes shifted lazily to the macaroni statues of Athena. The material made her look fat. Having an odd sense of humor, she snorted loudly before placing both her hands on top of each busts' head beside her.

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This chick talked a lot. Laughing slightly, Ace scratched his neck and glanced at his watch. Sure enough, 4:30 AM. "Really that easy to tell who my father is, huh?" He asked dryly, though it really wasn't a question. Somehow, everyone seemed to tell that his dad was Hades. Not much of dad, always seen as the villain, but he liked him anyways. Not loved. No, never loved. Hades wasn't around enough to have Ace's love. After all, the lord of the underworld had more important children to talk to. He didn't have to bother with Ace. That was fine. Ace suspected that if Hades tried to pay attention to him, he would just hate him more.

Ace didn't really love anyone anyways. "Me? I can't sleep lately." He said, leaning against a table and noting that she didn't really look at him. Weird. She seemed to be okay with waving a piece of paper in his face but she didn't look him in the eye? Made him feel sort of indignant. "Thought I'd come to a place that isn't really populated. Turned out it had some people though. Or, one person." He added, looking at her and waggling his eyebrows before staring out the window.

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"Well, then, you must have really lucked out in meeting me." Petra chided innocently. She was never really one to beat herself up and look back at what's happened. Often, you'd see her beaming with self-confidence; eyes twinkling as if she's found an adventure by just talking to you. Another peel of laughter escaped from her mouth, she waddled her finger at the boy and said, "Can't sleep, huh? Tsk, tsk. You have to stop abusing the coffee machine.". Was there even a coffee machine in camp? Petra didn't know. She enjoys saying things that are humorous to her- but barely make sense to anyone else. Inside jokes, if you will. "Meet my two friends, Bob and Robin." The random statement escaped from her lips before she could hold it back. "Bob," she addressed the bust to her right with a small pat on its head. "has mental issues and can't seem to sleep without a night light turned on. While Robin here," The head made a hollow noise as she patted the left bodiless statue. "is a party animal who likes to 'woohoo' every now and then." Petra flashed a lazy grin at the dude who was hopefully paying attention.

OOC: Mehn, fail post.

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(( It's a lovely post. >/ ))

"I don't abuse the coffee machine... that much." He said the last part quieter, snickering a little bit as she introduced him to her two friends. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or something, but he found that it was getting easier to laugh. "Why hello Bob and Robin. Ya know, Bob, I can really relate to ya. I have trouble sleeping sometimes as well. Is an inner war taking its toll on ya? If so, you have my sympathy. Heck no. Scratch that. You have my empathy, friend, I feel your pain. Say, Bob, I feel a connection between the two of us. How would you feel about being best friends? Don't worry about that girl over there, she can have Robin. We'll be-" I rambled, I got cut off by a yawn and I blinked a little before looking at her apologetically.

"Excuse me. I was kind of going on there." I said, laughing a little bit before extending a hand. "Ace Ashfield, and you already know who my father is."

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Petra chuckled at his conversation with her little inanimate friend here. This guy wasn't half bad at all. "Petra Osborne, daughter of Zeus." She shook his hand momentarily before letting it drop to where it was before. "So, you're telling me you sleep with night lights? Oh man. I gotta see that. You know, I slept with night lights once before. Best years of my life. The night light was called a glow stick. Isn't it wonderful?" She somehow found entertainment in her horribly shallow jokes. They were, in truth, childish and random in a certain sense.

"Oh, and don't worry about losing yourself in fantasy land. I won't tell anyone you've been talking to inanimate objects. I'm actually like that too. There was a time when I named rocks. Now I name shaped rocks."

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Laughing, he crossed his arms out of habit and half grinned (no full grins just yet). "Night lights are pretty sweet but I've never slept with them. I never understood how people named their possessions though. I mean, they're just things." He said, knocking on the hollow bust as if to prove a point.

(( I'm braindead-er now. Sorry, I didn't give you anything to work with. e____o ))

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"Sentimentality, dear. I name objects because I want to make them seem worthwhile even if they aren't that special. Think of it as trying to find the best in others even if everyone else disagrees with you." Petra tapped her chin, trying to find more metaphors to suit her purpose but she eventually shrugged the idea off and returned Ace's grin. "It seems that I've hurt their feelings," She pretended to sympathize with one of the busts- Robin, if her memory served its purpose right- by patting one of its shoulders which was barely an inch thick. "Hey, it's cool. I'll try and make you seem awesome. You won't be so invisible soon." Petra winked at the hollow rock as if it could see her as well.

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"Sentimentality, huh?" He asked, giving Bob a dry look. "Never understood stuff like that." But that's probably because I don't bother to find the best in people. He added mentally. Shutting his eyes for a brief second, he rubbed his temples before lowering his hands and looking back at this Petra girl. "So, how old are ya?" He asked, deciding to change the subject for no particular reason. Changing the subject was fun, especially when the previous subject started to get him to think negatively. Make him focus on his flaws. He preferred not to dwell on his flaws, he preferred to forget about them and just be okay with them.

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A mischievous smile escaped the corners of her mouth. "One year, six months, and two weeks." Petra said bluntly, trying to tame her smile into a straight line. "I was magically transformed from a baby to an amazingly good-looking young woman." Her voice provided more emphasis on the latter part of the statement. However, noting Ace's serious expression, she added, "One year, six months, and two weeks in dog years. In human years, seventeen." Petra's laugh hung in the air, somehow soothing the awkward silence. "Gods, you should've seen your face. How about you, Mr. Insomniac? How old are you? Secretly fifty?"

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"I'm not an insomniac, I just can't sleep at times." I said, pressing my closed eyes with my hands for a moment before lowering my arm. "I'm 18. That would be about one and seven tenths of a year - in dog years." I said, grinning humourlessly before jumping when the Mighty Morphins Power Rangers blasted from my cellphone in my pocket. That song never got old. Scrambling to get the darn thing - it almost gave me a heart attack - I flipped it open and tipped my head at the latest text. I wrote a quick reply before flipping it shut and tucking it in my pocket again.

"So, do you have any hobbies?" I asked, twiddling my thumbs.

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He got texts this early in the morning? What time is it? Five? I shook my head, chuckling at the false thought that Ace was some kind of a busy pop icon that barely slept because people have been bothering him for a meeting. "Erm, dude, who do you text at five in the morning? Got an overseas girlfriend?" Sometimes, curiosity got the best of me. You can't really stop it, though. I cleared my throat, disregarding the last statement that spilled from my mouth. "Hobbies? Well, sleeping, training, eating, and more sleeping. Oh, and admiring pretty sceneries. What about you?"I counted each hobby with a finger, therefor gesturing five fingers at him to signify five hobbies.

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"Dude, some of my friends NEVER sleep, I swear. Probably because they're in college, studying half the time." He said, shaking my head before laughing. "Girlfriend? Yeah right. I don't like anyone enough to go through the effort." Ace scoffed, scowling at the wall for a moment and ignoring the phone when it vibrated this time. She'd asked him a question and the texts weren't urgent or anything. "Sleeping, eating, and training are pretty sweet. Myself, I like napping and wandering about camp for no particular reason." He replied, stretching out his arms. "What's your favourite food?" He asked, scratching his neck.

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"As long as it's food, I'm happy. Even if it's fried dung beetles. Screw those grapefruit diets and liposuction surgeries." I snorted, waving my hand dismissively. I never really liked the way media portrays beautiful girls to be thin and tan. Hell, I can name a hundred girls who could do better as a model. Myself included. Well, fine, not me. I'm not girly enough for that. Unless it has something to do with hair. "Wandering around for no reason? That's epic. Have you ever discovered anything by accident because of your little excursions?" It was worth a shot asking, wasn't it? I really want to get myself in the middle of some adventure for a change.

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"I don't understand half the things that people do to their body." Ace said, shaking his head in disapproval. "Nice to see someone so thankful for food, especially when it's so near Christmas." He said, grinning a little bit at her snort. So entertaining - and attractive at the same time! "Nah. I'm usually napping when I wander around. But I have found some nifty little places. For example, did you know that there are a few hidden rooms in the Amphitheatre? Yeah, it also has a little basement thing."

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"You nap while you wander around? Ace, isn't that sleep walking? Well, if you sleep walk, you're hot. The Amphitheatre, huh? Never really bothered going to the sing alongs. My voice is too beautiful for that. Every time I sing, someone faints-- in pain. I think they're just trying to act the song out." I added the last part in in a low whisper, as if I thought the walls could hear. Not that it's top secret or anything. "Did you find anything besides spiders in the basement? Don't tell me roaches or rats. Unless they're talking rats, then that would be cool." I trapped a few strands of blonde hair between my index and middle finger, examining the ends. Yeah, I'm pretty obsessive about my hair. Sue me.

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Ace listened as she spoke and he snickered a little bit. "Do you find it hard to find places to breathe while you're talking or do you have a superior set of lungs or something?" He asked, chuckling quietly. "No - I wish I sleep walked though. Or actually, sleep walking would kind of suck, having demigod dreams and all. You'd just be walking around and having a fit." He said, looking thoughtful for a moment before scowling at a chair. "No, it's pretty empty. There's a bunch of furniture covered by old sheets and dust though."

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An extra pair of lungs? That was new. Most of the time, people told Petra to calm down and talk in a more civilized way. "I don't want to breathe. I'm scared of breathing because of the last time I inhaled. It was a sad thing, really. One of the campers, who's notoriously known for passing gas, accidentally let out an atomic bomb of methane while I happened to take a nice long breather. Sad story." She said, taking a deep breath in an exaggerated manner. Obviously the whole statement was for the purpose of comedy. She never was really good when it came to sarcasm. "Hmm, dreams while you walk, eh? I'd love to see you pretending to sword fight while moaning 'How dare you kill my pet rock!'..." Her voice eventually trailed off as Petra tried to envision the scene.

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"Well," Ace said quietly, blinking a few times as he was overwhelmed by the rush of words that flew from Petra's mouth. "That fear of breathing must be an inconvenience to you." He finally remarked while paying copious amounts of attention to a stray thread of his shirt. Gods, he hated it when his clothes took it upon themselves to fall apart. It was so irritating. Was it so hard to just stick together and just endure the ridiculous things he went through? And for another thing, why did he have to go through such ridiculous things? Seriously, what had he and all the other demigods done to deserve it? Dang mortals and their tendency to fall in love with all the wrong people.

"What?! I have a pet rock that I know nothing about? I've been neglecting to feed it, oh no! Don't call the anti rock abuse activists on me, I won't do it again. I won't let dear Frodo get taken away from me either!"

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"You have a pet rock names Frodo? Oh my. Well, I'm in the Anti Rock Abuse, err, Squad!" Petra said those last few lines a bit matter-of-fact-ly. "Don't worry. Just give it lots of love, hugs, kisses, and a few strolls around the park while skipping up and down to a nursery song." She slowly enumerated each with her fingers. "That's about it, really. Anyway, how long have you been talking to inanimate objects? I've been talking to objects for most of my life. Sinks and toilets included."

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"Well, just now actually." He said, corners of his mouth upturning slightly to form a small smile. Not a complete smile, but still, you couldn't expect a full on ear-to-ear grin from him so early on. Ear-to-ear grins hurt his facial muscles anyway. Well, not really, but he liked to claim that they did. Made his street rep go through the roof! Well, his nonexistent street rep. He liked to think he was this great, legendary thing. Ha. To be legendary Ace would have to master sword fighting. He was realized that he had no talent for necromancy long ago, sure, he still tried, but he knew he wouldn't get too far.

"Do you ever get tired or are you always booming with energy?" He asked, weary look to him returning just as quickly as it had disappeared. Most things never left for too long. Take monsters for example. Those. Things. Never. Died. Or stayed dead, that was. They died, they just didn't remain in Tartarus for very long. If they were lucky, the monsters took longer periods of time to gather themselves together and return in their complete forms.

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