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[Trixon Malker]

Oddly enough Trixie hadn't actually felt the need to stay cooped up in her cabin today. After all, she did need to keep up with her exercise, and her many many sports. Which all consisted of her regular exercise routine mainly, which she absolutely had to keep up with, because Trixie would swear that she would one day marry junk food. Chips and cake were officially amazing. Needless to say, if it weren't for a wicked metabolism and track and field, soccer, Volleyball and the other eight or so sports she did. She probably wouldn't fit through the cabin door right now. Thank gods and Aphrodite that it wasn't like that. So far she had only been out for that and the mess hall so far, she had a lot of snacks stored in her cabin, therefore it really wasn't necessary to get out too much.

Which had, in full truthfulness had been a good thing. Usually she was rather panicky with people, but after a day of running and exercising she felt like the calmest she had in a while. Jogging into the Aphrodite cabin she scooped up a change of pajamas and continued on to the bathroom. Trixie wasn't a girly girl, by any means. She didn't mind getting dirty or getting wet or slipping in mud. Those things simply didn't bother her. But being all sweaty and sticky. Was gross. By any means, it was just gross. So, logically she had decide to take a shower before doing anything else at the cabin.

After her shower she had rather just flopped on her bed and chilled out. Not much to do when it was this time. Not early enough to go out, but not late enough to sleep,

[Liam Hart]

Liam found himself to be quite bored, that afternoon. He had walked around camp for a bit, muttered some soft greetings here and there, but had not found anything to do to kill his time with. He had even done as much as visited the Arena for the very first time, something he had not had looked forward to at all. Weaponry still had the tendency to scare him. It had been no surprise he had fled the Arena as fast as he had entered it when he had seen that the Armory contained both some interesting as well as dangerous equipment to kill the other demi-gods with. He was relieved he had not ran into some Ares kid, unsure of the fact he would have been able to tell the tale if one had been there to threaten him with a mace. He had returned to the cabin he shared with his five sisters quickly, intending on just busying himself with writing a reply to the letter he had received from his father.

When he opened the door to enter the cabin, however, it began to cross his mind that he had not really spoken to his other sisters, except for Caìtlynn. He figured he might as well make an effort to get to know the other girls, seeing as they would need to spend a lot of time together of, what he had heard to be, a few years. He swallowed thickly as he glanced around the room, surprised to see that it was spookily empty as he walked further into the cabin, on his way in an epic quest to find his sisters.

He seemed to be victorious fast enough. Propped up on her bed, he saw one of his sister he believed to be named Trixon – looking like she was not at all busy, in that moment. He cleared his throat slightly to, hopefully, catch her attention, cheeks already turning a lighter shade of crimson as he approached her. His shaky voice broke the silence in the room, the most awkward smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he stood at the end of her bed. “Trixon?” he asked, simply, not knowing what else to say. He just hoped she was as outgoing to get some sort of conversation going.