By the Ocean Shore {Private with Remplissage}

The beach. Those two simple words ran through Adam Dunlap's head. All he needed was a place to forget the day's worries, to be alone. He just wanted to get away from everyone else. He absolutely loved the shoreline. The sand, the water, the smell of sea-salt that just seemed to float through the air as if it were pollen. It was something that, even after five years, still seemed amazing to him. In Missouri, his past home, it was always dry, it seemed. There was no beach. The closest the boy ever came to one was the edge of a pond that was located at his uncle's house. Despite the fact that he thought it was a bit warmer than usual, and the air seemed a little more humid today, he still desperately clung to the fact that almost no body went there.

The son of Hades nearly grinned as he neared the beach. A gust of sudden wind blew a mass of black hair into his face, and he pushed it away in annoyance. The air grew warm once more, he shifted a bit uncomfortably in his shirt, which was black, and advertised the absent fact that he had gone to some kind of metalcore concert in 2006. He also wore a pair of black jeans that seemed almost like a sin in the weather. He carried nothing with him, and walked in silence, his mind lusting for peace and quiet. Adam wasn't planning on swimming, he just needed to get away.

As he walked, his mind drifted away a bit. Adam began to think about the work he'd have to do later. Being a cabin leader was often a hectic job, and occasionally it became overwhelming. The only problem was that his thoughts now focused around his job, and not his feet. It was only necessary they reminded him he was walking, and get caught up on a rock a few feet into the sand. This resulted in a face covered in sand, and a rather unpleasant landing someone else, a girl, who was on the beach.

A few moments passed before the girl, who he had fallen on, addressed him. "Hi..." he started. Laughing nervously, Adam scrambled off of her, his face apologetic. "Sorry about that!" He laughed a bit more, his face plastered with a rather goofy looking grin. "I wasn't um...paying attention." He took the first opportunity of silence to examine the girl, slightly curious as to who exactly he had landed on.

The girl had long, sandy blonde hair that accented her hazel eyes. She had a nice figure, and she was fairly attractive, that much Adam could admit. She wore rather revealing clothes, and a necklace with an eight note on it. He stared at the necklace for a moment, examining it. That was, before he realized just exactly where he was staring. His face turned a light shade of crimson, and he glanced away quickly. "I'm Adam," He said, introducing himself. "Son of Hades."

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"Apparently, but neither was I, so it's okay," she said. "I kind of deserved it." She sat up, beginning to wipe the sand off her arms. For this reason, she didn't notice his observation of her as he tried to figure out who she was. Ariadne flipped her blonde hair behind her so it curtained her back instead of hanging over her shoulder. She ran her fingers through it again, noting the sand close to her scalp. She knew it had been inevitable. She was going to get sand in her hair regardless; she'd wash it out later.

She looked at him again as he studied the eighth note around her neck. She glanced down at it questioningly, not really sure exactly what he was observing, before looking back at him again. She wasn't uncomfortable with the staring. It happened when she went back to Los Angeles. Her brother, Lysander, on the other hand, would've been extremely offended, if that was the proper word for it (protective older brother... what can you do about them?). It was just rare for her and, being a child of Apollo, she took any boost to her ego she could get. This did it for her.

Her own eyes trailed over him, but unlike him, she wasn't ashamed or embarrassed by doing so. In fact, she was quite open about it. He wasn't beach boy cute like her brothers. He wasn't as plain and didn't put off the nerd vibe to her like the Athena kids. Not as "Rebel Without a Cause" as the Ares kids. The list went on. But he was certainly attractive. Her eyes rested on the scar on his cheek for a moment. Well, girls always loved a good battle scar. When he said he was a child of Hades, it all made sense. It wasn't often she met a child of Hades. They all seemed so isolated from the camp, sort of like their father was to Olympus.

"I'm Ariadne, daughter of Apollo," she introduced. She held out her hand to shake, noting the blush on his cheeks. So, had he actually been staring at the charm around her neck? "It's rare that I meet a child of Hades. Much less have one check me out." She chuckled.

OOC: Don't worry. I will probably be down to two soon.

The slight blush remained on his face, and he cursed mentally as it grew darker with each word she spoke. "I wasn't...um...nevermind." Adam was about to say that he had not been checking her out, but simply examining her. In all face though, he had indeed been checking her out. It was hard not to, really. She was attractive, and Adam was a teenage boy. It all worked together. "Sorry," He said once more. "So...Apollo?" He asked, or well, stated. "That's cool, I don't really know too many Apollo kids around here." There was an abundance, he knew, but he had always tried to stick with his own crowd.

He sighed inwardly, his mind now somehow drifting from their conversation to his 'peers'. He was one of them stuck with the group of people others considered 'dark'. The Thanatos kids, the Nyx kids, etc. He was never able to break away and be his own person. This limited those he met, and how many people he met. The of Hades tried to be outgoing, he really did. The only problem was that he was restrained. No one considered him like them. He was either too dark or too 'exclusive'. Being a Big Three child was already a huge step above the rest, it seemed, but being a son of Hades made it even odder for him. He wasn't ever quite sure where exactly he fit in.

Adam nearly shook his head, reality crushing the memories of past years. He was suddenly back on the beach, his hair covered in sand, staring at the girl once more. Shock overtook the boy, and he almost scrambled around. Had she said something while he was daydreaming. He studied her expression, searching for any signs of patience. Was she waiting for an answer? Did I fail to listen. Ugh...

He shrugged, regaining his piece if mind. "Just...trying to get away, I guess," He explained, staring at the water. "I figured I might just take some time away from camp." A few moments passed, a slight breeze blowing his hair side once again. Scowling, Adam sighed. "Anyway..." He started, looking back at the girl. "What are you doing on this nice sunny day?" There was a lot of things, the son of Hades realized, that she could be doing. Apollo children, he had learned, loved sunny days. Or so he'd been told. Apparently, the sun affected them none. Adam blinked at the glare, suddenly wishing he had that power.

He waited for her answer, his hands digging through the sand. Holding up his left hand, the boy watched as the small particles slipped through, falling back into the desert of grains. He could fairly keep his ADHD retracted, but occasionally it showed in some of the small things he did. Things such as glancing at something else, changing the subject, and sometimes as drastic as forgetting what he had been doing entirely. It happened rather rarely, but every once in a while it popped out of it's internal prison. He blinked a bit, and returned his attention back to the girl, his cheeks once again shading a bit.

Still waiting, he glanced up at the sky, the bright shine of the sun making his eyes water. He blinked the liquid away, looking back at Ariadne once again. For some reason, and to his despise, he was once again suffering from a sudden outburst of ADHD.

A few moments passed before the raven-haired boy answered. "Yeah...sometimes, like just a moment ago. I so hard to hide every once in a while..." He let his sentence drag out, watching her. "I guess you get used to it though. It's hard not to." He thought about what he had said, sighing a bit as a slight breeze began, keeping at a rather steady gust. His hair once more began blowing around profusely, and he gave up trying to tame it, letting it blow around as it pleased.

Staring past her and into the waters, he thought about when he had first gotten here as the conversation grew silence. It was great, yes, but it all seemed so...boring now. Things rarely happened lately. Back at his arrival, it felt so exhilarating. He was something special. He was half-god. Nowadays though, the only thing that happened was battles. People died, but no matter what, Adam's help was never needed. He was left alone, and he was stuck doing normal demigod things. Maybe he was just odd, but he did crave something in his life. He wanted something that would differ from the average schedule.

A few moments passed before the boy responded. "You don't know...?" His face grew serious and he continued. "There's a war going on right now." The words were simple, but he believed that they were hard to comprehend. War. It was common in the world, yes, but it was so...gruesome. Death, fighting, bloodshed, anger, wrath, and the like. These were the symptoms of the disease called War. "People are fighting day and night against enemy forces...but there's only been three major battles here." Silence overcame the two and Adam scratched the back of his head, unsure of what to say.

"So..." The situation grew awkward. He wasn't sure how the girl was taking it, but he didn't say anything. He just simple waited for her to say something, and instead just pulled at the sand, scooping up handfuls and then just letting it slide back down onto the ground. What to do now? He sat in silence, waiting still.