A Stroll in the Cemetery

Jordan walked through the graves. They totally creeped her out. What if a dead person rose from a grave? In this world of demigods, anything was possible. Seeing another girl, Jordan analyzed her with her silver eyes. "Hello." she said, simply.

"I'm Jordan," she said, portraying no emotion in her voice. Brushing her hair out of her face, she said, "'Knew some of these people. A lot of them risked their lives in battle," Jordan looked around, at the gravestones. Good for them, dying in battle. Probably going to Elysium. She recognized a few people's names, and it was kind of spooky. You would be talking to someone one day, and the next their dead.

She also handed her a poster.

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"Running for cabin leader," she said, with a real looking fake smile, "Vote Jordan Hale for Khione, okay?"

Jordan nodded, though she really didn't care for sympathy. Wakanda. What an odd name. Curiously, she asked, "Do you have any nicknames?" Jordan guaranteed it would take her 10 minutes to forget her name.

Jordan cocked her head slightly, not getting the joke. Glancing back at Wakanda, she said, "I'll just stick with Wakanda. Who's your immortal parent?" she asked, curiously. Jordan couldn't tell what god or goddess was her parent from a glance.

"Hahheehehhuh..." I started, stumbling over my words. What was her name again?
"I know it begins with an H?" I shrugged, trying to be cool. I knew for a fact this was not cool.

It was quite odd. She didn't know the name of her own parent? That was pretty sad. Not portraying any feelings of this, Jordan studied her, "Surely, it can't be Hera or Hestia. Hermes, I'm guessing? Or maybe, Hephaestus, Hecate; Maybe Hades?" She said, recalling gods that began with 'H'.

Jordan nodded. "Hecate? Can you do any magic?" Jordan had always had an interest of observing the powers of others. She wondered what this daughter of Hecate could do.

[color=indigo]Juliet Sniffled. "He was my Twin Brother....It's our birthday today..."[/color]

Stephen walked among the graves. Though he had no friends or family here, this place was one of reverence to him. Many of the people here had died in the last Titan war, and any death that came as a cost for bettering or protecting the world was a blessed one indeed. He hoped that being in the resting ground of so many heroes would help him connect with Macaria. He continued to walk, occasionally pushing his shaggy hair out of his face. Eventually, his gaze his gaze happened upon a group of demigods. Usually, he didn't interact much with the other campers-especially in this place since they came here to grieve, but he decided to go say hello. As he walked toward them, he made sure to walk heavily-people didn't like being surprised or sneaked-up on in this place. Before he got to them, he called out "Hello there" so they would know he was coming.