Friendship is freakin' magic, pal!

"Eeeh?! Nihon-jin desuka?" [Means: are you Japanese?] I stepped away from Scout, not that it made a real difference anyway; except for altering how idiotic I looked.
Suddenly I heard Scout say "Excuse me I could very possibly be well versed in Japanese. Domo arigato and stuff, you know?" to Ashton. Sure you are Scout, sure you are. Then he said something in French and then invited the girl to sit with us in English.
   I tried to suppress my accent as much as possible as I said "Hi, I'm Hiroshi, this is of cou-se Scout, and that corr... corulu... correction of emo-ness over there is Ashton." I said with a grin on my face while thinking please don't kill me Ashton, it was just a joke, please don't kill me Ashton, it was just a joke, etc. and Damn! the 'L' is a hard letter to pronounce!
   "Dare de-, I mean, who are you?" I asked the girl. Talking without an accent was harder than I thought, it felt as if I was wrestling with my tongue.

Ashton rolled his eyes at Scout. He may not be Japanese, but almost everybody knows those phrases.
"Oh of course, how could I have missed it?" He said with sarcasm at Scout.
He then brushed some of his black hair out of his eyes after he heard Hiroshi make some remark about being emo. He gave him the deadliest of glares.
"Do I look emo? Just cause my dads the god of the dead and underworld doesn't automatically make me an emo! What if I called you that?" He said with his temper rising.
He then looked at the girl, Nirvana. He took a deep breath in and then elbowed Hiroshi in the gut hard. And then gave her a nod.
"Sorry bout that. Hate when people do that. Nice to meet you." He said with no emotion.

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My introductions were pretty much drowned out by the other two campers and I watched as the girl suddenly had a lot on her hands to reply to.

More Japanese words were exchanged as I guessed they finished up their secret second conversation. Hiroshi introduced Ashton as Emo and I couldn't help but let out a loud unattractive snort in response. For someone not so fluent in English Hiroshi can still manage to be pretty hilarious. I tried to stifle my laughter when I noticed Ashton was not too happy with the description. Hiroshi was punished for his hilarity with a jab in the gut while Ashton continued to talk in monotone speech. It's hard to say it's nice to meet someone when you are completely expressionless.
"You know what? Ashton's right." I nodded with fake sincerity. "Emo is a contraction of emotional, which means Ashton has to have a sliver of feeling left in him to actually qualify as 'emo'."
I gave the two boys a cheeky grin and glanced back up to Nirvana. Wow that was a cool name. I stood up and outstretched my hand in attempt to be friendly, but then I remembered Hiroshi's response, how he had kind of looked confused. Nirvana didn't seem to be that aware of American culture either so I tried to awkwardly turn my outstretched hand into a wave and then place it behind my neck.
"Nice to meet you too. Nirvana is a really cool name, did your parents just really like Kurt Cobain or does it mean something else?"
I glanced towards the fire pit at the front of the Amphitheatre as Chiron stepped forward in front of the bright yellow flames, beginning to call out to the chattering demigods and quiet them down.
"It's just turned 9, everyone please keep quiet while our Apollo campers begin to lead the sing alongs."
Why we even bothered to 'keep quiet' was beyond me, everyone began hollering and laughing a good few verses into the songs anyways. The flames grew bright yellow tonight as well, as someone who was super interested in the way the fire changed size and colour depending on mood, I quickly began to associate the bright yellow flames with the excitement of the other campers. It could be the fact that maybe the campers were really excited that the Apollo cabin basically brought out an orchestra this singalong, or maybe everyone else was also making new friends and drinking in the euphoria of a great summer night.
Either way, I quietly sat back down, hoping Nirvana would follow suit and the four of us could talk some more as the Apollo campers fumbled around with their reed pipes and doing their last tune ups on their string instruments.

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PoV: Anníka Erlendsïna, Daughter of Dionysus

Anníka walked in to the Ampitheater, something she rarely ever did. She usually stopped inside her cabin by herself and watched 'The Real Housewives of New York'. The daughter of Dionysus, not the party type of girl whatsoever, walked in with her earphones plugged in and her hands wrapped around her leather journal and pencil. She wore a gray sweater, jeggings, and sneakers and her hair in ponytail, nothing special as usual.
She sat down on a log, not bothering to introduce herself and politely ignoring the Apollo kids' talented music skills.
What she was writing, you ask? She was either writing herself into a fantasy world or drawing a scene of meaning, whether it be happy, normal campers, little birds she was rather fond of, or a mortal family having fun on a Sunday afternoon.
Looking over at the fire, it was pretty yellow and bright and big. There was a grayish blackish little flame that had just formed on the side, an ugly little thing tainting the happiness of the night and metaphorically speaking that little flame was Anníka.

( Hope none of you mind if I get Griffin in here . : ) The boy could do with some friends . )
Griffin's Point of View:

Wonder if anyone her would make for interesting footage? I thought lazily, opening my camcorder and immediately started rolling as I entered the general area of the Amphitheater. This was usually my hot spot when it came to uncommon happenings. Over the five years attending this place, well, let's just say I had enough awesome footage to make you roll on the floor laughing. For a few passing moments I taped the Apollo campers. I've seen a similar routine plenty of times before, but being a fellow man of the arts, I knew to appreciate the performance. Having my couple minutes of the performance tucked under my belt, I scanned the crowd for interesting people, or at least people I knew. Turns out my crowd wasn't here tonight. No problem, no problem.. Adjusting my beanie, I looked for the more friendly groups. You could easily make out the prat kids. All Aphrodite kids really.

Giving a snort to suppress my laughter, I realized I'd just video tapped some kids snogging off in a corner. "Oh that's lovely footage," My thumb and index finger pinched the bridge of my nose. "So spawny, that bloke.." Scanning the crowd through my camcorder, a particular crowd caught my eye. Quite a mix it was. You had the stereotypical looking cold and collected guy sulking behind everyone, the eccentric, tall, lanky, and seemingly uncoordinated guy. Matched with a pair of friendly, chill looking people. None of them looked toffee-nosed, so that was plus side to possibly making conversation.

Shrugging, I made my way over there, dodging and stepping over feet. I continued to video tape as I made my way over, but wasn't getting anything interesting. I had to get some good film or my lot was going to show me up, witch is something I am not allowing. Father never let someone bypass him! The thought seemed to lift up my spirits, even if only by a smidgen.
British Slang Used:
Prat = (slang) an incompetent or ineffectual person, a fool, an idiot
Snog/ging = (slang) a 'French kiss' or to kiss with tongues (US: deep kiss, not necessarily with tongues)
Spawny = Lucky
Bloke = Man, fellow
Toffee-nosed = anti-social in a pretentious way, stuck up

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I couldn't help but snicker when Nirvana asked if Ashton cried every night. The poor guy was just getting pummelled with insults just because Nirvana and Hiroshi were trying to figure out what the true meaning of emo was.
My smile grew into a big toothy grin when Nirvana told me about the origin of her name. It was nice to hear that she had taken the name of something that meant a lot to her and made it her own. We were surprisingly a lot alike, I remembered when I changed my name to Scout. I wanted to get rid of my birth name as soon as I could. No matter how hard I could try, I couldn't find myself comfortable with myself with the name 'Sasha'. I guess it was kind of like trying to integrate into a new country, but more to me like trying to integrate into a new mindset- a new lifestyle. I didn't really have some totally spot on reason for why I chose Scout- the name just felt like it suited me. Even if one of the only well-known characters with that name is a little girl, Scout from To Kill A Mockingbird was my own small inspiration I guess. I doubt she was a transgender male, but what set her apart from other young tomboys is that she questioned the gender role she was put in throughout the whole book.
"No, not at all. In fact, I find that really interesting." I thought about telling Nirvana that Scout wasn't my birth name either, but I still didn't feel fully comfortable telling an acquaintance that. "That's a good reason to change your name. It suits you."
I still didn't know how people viewed me. I didn't know how androgynous I passed as, and I certainly didn't know how often people assumed I was one gender or the other at first glance. I didn't want to give myself away even for a second, so I kept that a secret for now.
I smiled at the cute snort she made as everyone took a seat for the sing a long.
"I've only been here for a few days, but usually every night they do a singalong. It's the first time I've seen such a large variety of instruments, but I think it's basically the same thing. Right now they're just trying to finish preparing their instruments, tuning it and practicing and stuff? It kind of sounds like a dying cow, but it's the Apollo cabin so I'm sure it'll sound when they actually start playing."
The string instruments began to play first, then the air slowly began to fill up as the other instruments joined in. The harmony was spot on, and the music felt joyful and relaxing. A few campers recognized the tune and started singing along, but it was some sort of Camp song, because they started singing about Poseidon's trousers and I had no idea what verse they were at.

I knit my brows when a portion of the yellow-y flame of the campfire began to lose its colour until it was a diluted gray tone. My eyes began to search through the crowd, wondering who had all of a sudden died in the middle of the sing-along to cause such a change in colour. I turned around to see Hiroshi had begun to speak to a girl he was sitting besides. It was impressive how sociable he was for someone not completely comfortable in the english language and he gained a lot of respect from me- I remember how it was like, not knowing a language everyone else was speaking.
"Hi, I'm Scout. Nice to meet you." I told her, ready to have Hiroshi's back just in case he needs any help.
The leatherbound book that the girl had caught my eye, and I wondered what she could be writing about. Whatever it was, she didn't seem too excited about it.
I spotted a familiar face behind the girl and I began to wonder if by the end of the singalong if I'd have a small army of demigods with me.
"Hey Eli!" I waved towards the scrawny boy. "How's that Ares girl doing? Do you think you scared her into avoiding you?"
The conversation didn't go far until another boy appeared- or rather, a lense belonging to a camcorder that was attached to a boy swung into the small army of a group I had going on. I decided to humor him and I stuck my tongue out and pressed my thumb against my nose. I hoped his audience wouldn't mind.
"Hey, dude! I don't suppose you have a copy of that script of yours? I seemed to have forgot my lines." I told him.
Wow Scout, so witty.