First Moring at camp. (Open)

Leaning against a sturdy pine tree, Caleb spotted the silhouette of a black-haired boy not far from him. Caleb was slightly irked, since he thought that he would be alone at this time in the morning. He didn't think anyone would be up while the sun rises. After all, most kids liked to sleep in. A flicker of what seemed to be fire pulled Caleb from his thoughts, and intrigued, he moved closer. Caleb widened his eyes at what he saw--a burning piece of metal on the ground. And it was close to the grass.

"Are you trying to set this place on fire?" Caleb asked the boy, unabashed, as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His critical and skeptical side, which he inherited from his father Momus, kicked in. What if the grass caught fire? They were on a grass-covered hill, he thought with a frown. As much as he hated this place, he didn't want it to burn all because of someone's simple mistake.

Caleb was watching Marcus with eyes that were a mix of amusement and irritation. Marcus was sure talkative, he could see that. Caleb's eyebrows raised a trifle as the son of Hephaestus lets a clockwork mouse roll down the hill. Caleb shut his eyes as the mouse exploded, leaving a crater where it did. Caleb turned his attention back to Marcus. Is this boy insane or something? he began thinking. Is he showing off his talents as a demigod? Tch.

"Caleb," Caleb said simply in answer to Marcus's question. Caleb was a boy of a few words, as opposed to Marcus. He squinted at him. Apparently, Caleb was already starting to analyze so early in the morning. "Talkative, aren't you?" he said icily. He didn't sound impressed.

((OOC: lol, Caleb's quite a rude char xD))

"Hmm well good morning to you! It was nothing just a little mouse that scurriend off" Marcus said trying to hide the grin from comeing across his face. "You see I wanted to see if I used a litle bit of this and that what would happen." Now there was no hideing the smile on Marcuses face he was ready to start rolling around the grass. "This here is Caleb we were just talking about our Godly parent" Marcus looked at Caleb as if giveing him a cue to pitch in and help him out. "Oh ya I was going to make him a little animal and I'm almost sure I can keep it from explodeing." Marcus paused "At least this time I think I have it right"

Why... oh why me? Is this karma?

Caleb had his two fingers pressed in between his eyebrows, his eyes closed. When he opened them, he realized that Marcus had asked him who his godly parent was and if he wanted something made. He gritted his teeth. Damn Hephaestus kids thinking only they can invent things, Caleb thought, irritated. Before Caleb could respond with an icy answer, another boy joined in the mix. Caleb jerked his head, annoyed, as JC referred to him as Marcus's friend. He was nobody's friend. He was about to correct JC when the son of Tyche demonstrated his predicting powers. Caleb was starting to wonder if this was 'Demigods' Show Off Your Power Day.' Or maybe 'Let's All Stop Caleb From Talking Day.'

"I was merely asking if Marcus had any intention of burning this camp," Caleb finally said. "And no thanks, I can manage on my own," he turned to Marcus, answering his previous question. Caleb chose to ignore the question about his god parent. If both boys were smart, they would figure it out after a while. If not, well, Caleb didn't care.

"Alright then, now be quiet, keep explosions to a minimal, and please Marcus fill in that hole somehow and hope Charon did not hear", Jc gestures towards the crater. He acutalley hoped neither of them got into trouble, he just was grumpy and taking it out on them. "I am going to breakfast, the two of you are more than welcome to join me after you get that hole filled in". With that Jc walked away towards the mess hall.


OOC: Breakfast (Open)
Just let someone else post, then feel free to come up and sit by me or something, Thanks :)

''He wasn't very nice, was he?'' The boy said, making sure that JC was gone. He looked tired, like he'd been up all night. ''I was on border patrol. At about nine last night, I heard there were some bronze bulls trying to get through the boundaries. They would've done it if it wasn't for me.'' He explained proudly.

''I'm Zak, by the way. Nice to meet you.'' He holds out his hand for a handshake.

I walk in the area. if anyone's here, they don't notice me. I smile. just like I like it. I walk in the camp.

Nikola drifted sleepily into camp, his dark hair completely cover his eyes but he stills seems to navigate his way around perfectly. He stumbles over to an upright log and has a seat. HE looks around and mumbles to himself " is anyone here"?