The Fear of Death Follows From the Fear of Life. [PRIVATE]

Twirling his index finger, Benjamin played with the shadows of the trees; an open book laid out in his freehand. The book was a gift from his father, Thanatos, early in his life that he decided to bring with him to Camp Half-Blood. He still had more back at the cabin, but this one was always his favorite.

He whispered silently to himself as he read the words off the pages, reviewing his necromancy abilities. Ben grew more impatient as time flew by as he waited for the sun to set. During that time, he'd be able to disguise himself in the darkness with his manipulation of the shadows. It was all simply for training, and he actually prefered being alone rather than with flocks of demigods.

The sound of a twigs breaking broke through the quiet atmosphere. The son of Thanatos looked up from his book, noticing a feature-less figure approaching him. As the image became more clear, Ben noticed that it was a girl with a unique shade of red hair.

The teenager bit his lip. His privacy had been disturbed, and now the girl would figure out what he was doing. It's not like that would matter to anyone else, but it matter greatly to Ben. He was the guy at camp hardly anyone knew, and that was because he always kept a low profile.

Ben closed his book with a light snap.

"Hello," he greeted, tipping his gray fedora.

"I'm Benjamin Reed, son of Thanatos," he said simply.

Ben watched as Izzy took a seat accross from him, holding what seemed to be a camera in her two hands. Besides that, he was taken a little off guard at her bright red hair and lipstick. He sticked to dark colors, and it wasn't everyday to him to see someone like her. In fact, it wasn't everyday that he actually socialized with a person. He was almost always alone.

"I suppose you're into photography?" he asked, nodding at her camera.

"I've been here ever since I was ten as well." Ben looked down at his book, remembering the years before Camp Half-Blood. He remebered it so well-- so, so vividly. He could almost hear the screams of his mother as he fought the wild boar at such a young age. He could feel the sweat and blood dripping from his face, and staining the dirt on the ground. The growls of the beast forever burned themselves into his memory-- the only thing he would never be able to forget about his past.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, he returned his attention to Izzy. "So I guess we've been here just as long as each other," he concluded. "Seven years flys by quickly, huh?"

"Actually, I've been here for only two years. My fathers didn't want me to leave them, they wanted the best for me. Up until my best friend got killed by a monster, then they had to explain. So after my freshman year ended they sent me here. But it does feel like seven.. Sometimes this place is just so boring. Maybe we could sneak out together and get something to eat?" It wasn't a date it was just two strangers breaking free of their camp for a change of pace. Besides she needed to see her dads. ((OOC: I'm going to make this longer to distracted right now))

Ben considered the offer, but didn't know whether to accept. Some stranger was asking him to sneak out of camp with her to get something to eat. It made him sort of uncomfortable, though he never truly expressed him emotions.

"Well, I don't know," he began, placing his book in his backpack, "I just met you."

~ My muse has been a little slow now also.

Benjamin gave it a little more thought. After a while, he finally said, "Sure."

He packed up his belongings in his backpack and started for half-blood hill. "Ready?"

~ Short post, I know. D8

"I'm fine with anything. I've sort of forgotten my way around anyway."

Ben followed closely behind Izzy. He thought about all the trouble they could get for sneaking out. He never left camp before, nor did he ever have a reason to. Maybe just one time wouldn't hurt. After all, he had a talent for hiding.