Post by penguins on Apr 20, 2015 19:32:29 GMT -5
Adelina Britton stood on her tiptoes, scanning the Mess Hall, her big brownish-greenish doe eyes wandering from person to person, sometimes staying there for a few more seconds she thought they were good-looking.
Kids of Hermes and Athena= totally hot. She blushed.
Addie pushed her wire-rimmed glasses up her nose, wincing as it bumped against her small but very painful nose pimple. At was very inconvenient, that nose pimple. She always seemed to get pimples on her nose, and, gods, they hurt. She tucked a dark brown wavy strand of hair behind her ear in thought (most of her hair was braided, but she always seemed to miss one strand). She tugged on her t-shirt, the black one with Gwen Stefani on it. Biting her lip, she held her food in one hand and used the other to pull up her jeans.
Addie had already made her offer to her father, Dionysus, though she had felt really silly about it, because if she turned her head she could see him. Addie knew she was supposed to sit at the Dionysus table, but, honestly, it was getting sort of boring. The same people at the same table from the same cabin was driving her nutty. Seriously. Just because they were related on the godly side didn't mean they had to be together all the time.
Addie felt a surge of defiance. Who even makes these rules, she thought, they're stupid! People should be able to pick where they sit by their friends! Though, at that moment, Addie had no friends to speak of. But, whatever. It was still unfair.
She spun on the heels of her red Keds, turning away from the Dionysus table. She started to sing under her breath, distractedly, "So what? I'm still a rock star. I got my rock-" She stopped as soon as she noticed she was doing it. Seriously, was she always singing?
Her eyes landed on a table with a free seat. Humming, but stubbornly not singing, she walked across the Mess Hall and plopped down on the seat. "'Sup?" She said to the person next to her, popping a fry in her mouth.
Kids of Hermes and Athena= totally hot. She blushed.
Addie pushed her wire-rimmed glasses up her nose, wincing as it bumped against her small but very painful nose pimple. At was very inconvenient, that nose pimple. She always seemed to get pimples on her nose, and, gods, they hurt. She tucked a dark brown wavy strand of hair behind her ear in thought (most of her hair was braided, but she always seemed to miss one strand). She tugged on her t-shirt, the black one with Gwen Stefani on it. Biting her lip, she held her food in one hand and used the other to pull up her jeans.
Addie had already made her offer to her father, Dionysus, though she had felt really silly about it, because if she turned her head she could see him. Addie knew she was supposed to sit at the Dionysus table, but, honestly, it was getting sort of boring. The same people at the same table from the same cabin was driving her nutty. Seriously. Just because they were related on the godly side didn't mean they had to be together all the time.
Addie felt a surge of defiance. Who even makes these rules, she thought, they're stupid! People should be able to pick where they sit by their friends! Though, at that moment, Addie had no friends to speak of. But, whatever. It was still unfair.
She spun on the heels of her red Keds, turning away from the Dionysus table. She started to sing under her breath, distractedly, "So what? I'm still a rock star. I got my rock-" She stopped as soon as she noticed she was doing it. Seriously, was she always singing?
Her eyes landed on a table with a free seat. Humming, but stubbornly not singing, she walked across the Mess Hall and plopped down on the seat. "'Sup?" She said to the person next to her, popping a fry in her mouth.
