Madam Amora's Fortune and Future Tellings

Samuel Anders leaned against a tree, surveying the area through sunglasses. The son of Morpheus looked like someone out of The Matrix with his shades, trench coat, pants and combat boots--all pitch black. He certainly didn't look like any sort of romantic gentleman, and he wasn't.
Samuel was an all-round pessimist. His overall viewpoint on life was dark and gloomy, but there were few things he held more contempt for than love. If asked, he would tell you very brusquely that love was fickle, unreliable, shallow, compromising and in general, worthless. So why was he hanging outside Madam Amora's tent? Because for the moment, that place had less people around it than the main barbeque area.

Samuel nodded back at the first girl, sizing her up briefly. Then his attention wandered to the slogan on the purple tent.
"Give thanks for what you are now, and keep fighting for what you want to be tomorrow."
Well ain't that great, Samuel thought. People actually want to become weak and soft?
He snorted, then heard a quiet rustling of leaves, and shifting of bark behind him. Most people wouldn't have noticed that little sound, but Samuel Anders had survived on the streets for years largely because he hardly ever got blindsided.
"Your discretion could use some work," he said to the girl in the tree, barely turning his head.

OOC: Only one person is actually in the tent. Everybody else is hanging outside it.

Kenz came to the clearing in front of Madam Amora's tent. She was definatly in a pouty mood. How come nothing romantic happened to her? She always tried to get a boy to notice her, and out here, in her best silk dress, no boy even acknowledged her presense. She suspected the Aphrodite kids were snickering when they said she looked great.

I'm trying too hard, she thought. Fate can't be swayed. Just let it happen.

Even so, she couldn't resist going toward Madam Amora's tent. Just let it happen, she thought. She waited in front of the tent for her turn to see the future.

[color=#99ff33]I looked at the fortune lady."Um.. Yeah.I'm Sean."Then I thought a minute."Could you tell me what's in my romantic future?You know,like,girls." I asked her.

Solania and I had heard about some fourtune teller. I convinced her into letting us go. I had said it was just because I wanted to check it out. But secretly I wanted to hear if someone in camp liked me. I think Solania bought the excuse though. I walked up to the the line outside the tent and stood. I saw a couple of kids off to the side talking. One was a boy about 16 and a girl around the same age. I was vaguely aware of a girl about a year younger than me sitting in a tree. I turned to Solania and said," You know? That Ares kid from earlier at the bonfire was kinda cool."

Some chick had told Thalia and me about the camp fourtune teller and she wanted to go. I personaly thought it was stupid but I humored her. She said she just wanted to check it out but I didn't buy it. I figured she wanted to find out if that Ares kid liked her. Or maybe one of the Apollo boys. But I can bet it is about a boy. We waited in line while she looked at the kids hanging out off to the side. She turned to me and said,"You know? That Ares kid from earlier at the bonfire was kinda cool." I knew it! " Yeah. He was alright, I guess. You like him?"

"N-n-n-no!Why would I?"I turned red. "I mean. I kinda like this other boy. But he is too old for me and why would he like me anyway? I mean he is like hot and I am, well, not."

I was surprised. I did not see that coming. "You are very pretty. Don't put yourself down like that." I hated when she did that. She is so pretty and she doesn't even know it. "Who is he?"

"I don't wanna talk abo-" I felt a sharp pain up my leg and into my chest. I fell to the ground and shook. I cried and rain poured down. Tears wear streaming down my cheeks. By now, I was laying in a puddle of blood...my blood. My eyes were flickering from white(panic) to black(pain) to blue(crying). "Solania, hel-" My vision blurred and I blacked out.

Thalia was about to say she didn't wanna talk about it when she crumpled to the ground. She started shaking and crying. Like it always does, it started pouring rain. Her eyes were flickering. I knew she was in pain and was panicing. She was lying in a puddle of blood and I was looking around in desperation for help. She blacked out and stopped breathing. I dropped down beside her and shook her. "Thalia? Thalia. Thalia?! Thalia!" I was crying now. I stood up and ran to the two 16 year olds. "Help! Please! Help her! She isn't breathing!"

Kenz immediatly ran from the entrence to the fortune booth to the unconcious girl.

"Some inside effect caused this," she said, voice shaking. Her emotions always played up at the wrong times. "We need to get help, unless any of you can magically heal."

Samuel rushed to the girl's side and checked her pulse. He could barely find one.
"Pulse is extremely weak. Whatever condition this is, it's deadly. Get her to the infirmary. Now," the son of Morpheus instructed coolly. He didn't sound at all worried--it was all business, all the time for him.

OOC: I made a topic about Thalia in the Infirmary. It is name Please! Thalia don't die!

-Please do not double post, and you must get in line, and only one in the tent at a time. Thank you!

What is the order? Who's next?-

~I cant remember the number for Sean's color.Dang it!

I nodded to Madam Amora."Thank you." I left.Then I looked to see who was next in line."Go ahead."Then I walked off.