Heathens (Sapph, Turtle and Red)

Caleb didn't do anything much these days. He just aimlessly explores, which is quite unlike him. Without plans, Caleb had no purpose. And without a purpose, Caleb was just plain irritated. Well, he was always irritated, but today he was even more so. That was why Caleb chose to enter the forest. He assumed there would be less kids in here, and so less people to deal with. Just the sight of the other campers annoyed him.

So absorbed in his thoughts, Caleb didn't realize that there was a pale boy nearby. He bumped into the boy's shoulder, and took a step back. Caleb felt a pang of irritation at the presence of another camper. Was luck against him today? A closer look at the boy told him that he was also in a sour mood.

"Sorry," Caleb muttered, but his tone indicated that he wasn't the least bit sorry. "You should have watched your step though," Caleb couldn't help but add. Well, it was his father's fault for being the god of blame and criticism. It was Momus's fault for passing on those negative characteristics to him, Caleb thought. He looked the boy in the eye, as if daring him to respond.

Felix awoke to at the sound of voices below the tree in which he was sleeping. This miffed slightly, as he had been in the middle of a particularly... pleasant dream about Logan. He hooked his knees over a branch and let himself hang upside down. "And what's got you two so sour, hmm?" The faint Irish lilt in his voice, which normally gave all he said a genial quality, did nothing to mask his frustration.

Caleb pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, seriously getting pissed now. "Who died and made you king?" he said sarcastically, glaring into the boy's eyes. It was not that easy, seeing that the boy was slightly taller than he was. "A thing, did you say? Are you blind? Perhaps you didn't notice that I'm also a human. Figures, since you don't seem to be exactly human yourself," Caleb said. He knew that it was low for him to drop to that level, but he can't help it. He was just. So. Angry.

He could tell that all of them there weren't the least bit thrilled. He turned to the newcomer, his eyes narrowed behind his glasses. "Well, since we already attract monsters with our 'noise,' then it would do you some good to stay away now, wouldn't it?" Caleb said, aware of how rude he sounded.

This wasn't going to turn out well.

Felix sneered. "Well, pardon me, Queen Elizabeth. Why don't you just haul your pretty little behind back to whatever bank vault you crawled out of, you primped up pony poon?" Lovely, a rich brat. Felix HATED rich brats. They always ruined parties, forcing people to pay attention to them, acting so superior. "Were that to happen, maybe us decent human being could have a bit of fun for once!" The disgust in the air was palpable.

Caleb was at a loss for words, but the boy hanging from the tree pretty much summed up his thoughts. In fact, the insults were rather perfect. Caleb couldn't have hoped for better ones. However, in the midst of the two's conversation, he started to notice something else: a dark shadow creeping up behind the pale aristocrat. He adjusted his glasses and peeked behind the boy, only to see a huge figure looming over them, quite a distance away.

When the pale boy in front of him turned on his heel and walked to the shadowy figure, Caleb did nothing to stop him. A smirk lit up his features as he watched the boy come face-to-face with a giant monster. A hellhound, straight from the Underworld.

"I don't have any more business here," Caleb said coolly, still smirking. He didn't even want to go. He just stood there and stared at the demigod and the hellhound. He felt a great sense of satisfaction as he watched the scene unfold before his very eyes.

Ah, the sweet smell of revenge.

Felix righted himself in the tree and pulled out his pipes. As the chorus of Fairytale of New York wafted across the clearing, vine of ivy curled way from a tree, skunk over to the aristocrat, and pulled the sword from his belt. In one deft movement, the blade was across the clearing, stuck in a tree nearly seventy feet off the ground. "You're so mighty, let's see you kill this thing unarmed!" Felix knew that he himself could do it, but was interested to see if this pretty was all talk or not.

When the boy on the tree, 'tree boy' as Caleb nicknamed, nicked the pale one's sword, Caleb's smirk turned even wider. With all his bad mood and irritation, it was such a relief to take out his anger without even doing anything. Doing nothing in this situation was enough to pull Caleb out his misery. In fact, watching the whole scene between the hellhound and the pale boy gave him immense satisfaction. Well, he got what he deserved.

Caleb smirked. "It was actually better than I thought it would be," he said with relish, looking around the place. It actually looked like the pale boy had caused the whole destruction with the hellhound gone. "In answer to your question, yes, I am completely overwhelmed with joy," Caleb continued in exaggeration, looking at the blood trickling down the boy's temple. His eyes shifted to the boy's leg, which was twisted in an unnatural angle. "So how do you feel now?" Caleb mocked, imitating the tone of a psychiatrist.

Jesse had been quiet watching how this kid fought, fast and smart but a stuck up brat. Jesse walked up to the kid "Sit down dude I am pretty sure your leg is broken, however that was a pretty awesome move with your shield, next time though use this" he said handing the kid his sword. It had a buckle over the hilt so that you had to un-button it to draw the sword. "It will be a lot easier slaying a hell hound with a sword, and a lot harder for somebody to take it." He glared back at the boy in the tree, he knew this kid was not very smart, almost risking the life of another demigod just for laughs, he wanted to tear the kid from the tree and see how he fared against a hell hound with only a shield, and no weapons. "One of you need to go get one of the Apollo healers, his leg is broken and I'm afraid even if we carry him it might get worse." He shouted to the two boys still looking at them as if they did nothing wrong.

Felix sneered. "Ehh. I don't think he needs that." A few notes later Marius' sword was bye his side. Felix slid down a few branches, then allowed himself to fall feet first out of the tree. He stuck the landing, gave a mock flourish and smirked slightly. "Point of advice- Your money won't do you any good in here. Living this far off the grid, we're equals- all of us. The inferior ones here are the jerks. So I suggest you be a bit less uppity." he winked, "I wouldn't have let hellhound kill you, bye the way. Murder is below me." He turned and began to walk away, but held up his pipes as inconspicuously as possible. He didn't trust the rich brat, not at all.

Caleb turned to see the tree boy's retreating back. So he was not going to let the stuck-up pale boy die? Wait--what was Caleb thinking? Was he seriously considering letting the kid die? Caleb grunted as he scratched the back of his head. He needed to calm down. A lot.

"I second what he said," Caleb said, jerking his head to the direction tree boy went. But he wasn't going to let them know that he only agreed with the first thing the boy said. "If you keep throwing us 'commoners' insults, don't blame us when we... ah, let's say, let these kinds of things happen," he said with the slightest trace of a smirk as he turned to leave.

Felix turned, and wandered back. "You underestimate me, rich boy. Well, overestimate, really. Fact is [I]I don't really care[I]. That's neither here nor there, though. When I grow older and leave this place, I'll sweep my little Leggos off his feet, bring him with me, and start a bar somewhere all your money can't touch me. Fact is, you don't have a very good chance. None of us do. I simply take comfort in the fact that when the monsters come, and they will, I'll have people at my back who can help me against them. I really doubt that private security firms use clestial bronze." he sat down a few feet away, considering the wounded Ares boy. "I'll probably get an Asclepius or Apollo kid soon. You should talk to Trenton some time. Might learn something from him. Like hw to be rich AND a decent human being."

Caleb snorted at the pale boy's speech. He wasn't entirely sure he would believe all that stuff about him being elite. Well, it would explain the attitude, but hey, Caleb wasn't about to believe in something that had no concrete proof. He yawned behind his hand, only half-listening to tree boy. When the tree boy was done speaking, Caleb kicked one of the rocks beneath his feet towards the depths of the forest beyond. He watched the rock disappear in the shadows, before throwing a disgusted look at pale boy.

"And I thought I was the worst thing a fifteen-year-old could hope to be," Caleb remarked, scrutinizing the pale boy. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I'd rather not waste my time sticking around for this," he said, his eyes shifting towards the pale boy's injured foot. And with that, Caleb turned on his heel and started to leave.