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CLOSED STARTER .ᐟ @ HALF - BLOOD HILL, half an hour before leaving time — late morning, closer to noon than eleven, a send - off where nobody is waiting to see them off ( because everyone has already said goodbye and it's easier this way ), a moment stolen between friends - turned - sisters.
an uneasy stirring in her belly, something awkward, like tough meat that wasn't chewed correctly now sitting in her gut. bunny hasn't left camp since she arrived, not even to visit the city or get some prohibited snacks from the gas station up the road. anything she needs someone else can get for her, someone more adventurous, with more courage, a clear mind left untouched by the plague of wracking paranoia. she begged her father to let her stay — xander would do just fine defending his honor in the wild, he would be a great son to show ot zeus, all to fall on deaf ears. dionysus is as agitated as the rest of them and even chiron, whose eyes look more tired with each passing day, couldn't do anything but give her a sad look and an empty statement that he had seen many heroes return. they both know that she's read enough to understand that most heroes don't return at all.
standing next to @omorfias, bunny's eyes hide behind a pair of sunglasses, golden aviator glasses also stolen from her dad ( thank you, tony ! ). she heaves a sigh, which is followed shortly by a groan and she clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “ we'll be fine, right? ” she asks ga - eun. it is obvious she's trying to soothe herself rather than the newcomer. “ they're relatively easy, nothing should go wrong. we're just finding the — fates, easy peasy, right? ”
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CLOSED STARTER .ᐟ
@ CABIN 10 with @omorfias, LUNCHTIME ON THE EIGHTH.
NORMALCY, WHATEVER IS LEFT OF it, is found in cabin 10, where things are pink and smell like roses and ga - eun is content with bunny's most pressing concern ( ran out of hair conditioner and needs some as soon as possible ). with the conditioner in hand, bunny lies on ga - eun's bed, flipping through a glossy magazine left behind by one the aphrodite campers, biting on her lower lip while avoiding the outside. but, she doesn't smoke indoors, and well, if she doesn't, she might turn this glass, heart - shaped perfume into wine. which is worse? "whose perfume is this?" she nods toward the night stand. "yours? would you be put out if i were terribly thirsty and needed a drink?"
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@ AMPHITHEATER with @bloodymiinded, BEFORE THE BONFIRE, ON THE SEVENTH.
A LESSON BEST LEARNED AT camp: if she gets here while chiron and the apollo cabin is setting up, they won't miss her when she leaves early. bunny did show up, they'll say, i remember seeing her near the back where she always sits — and then they'll point to the vague section nearest the exit where they saw her earlier. her skin has been covered in gooseflesh since she woke up, even through the drinks and the cigarettes and the ... other extracurriculars that happened about the dionysus cabin. this bonfire is making her shoulders stiff, just like dinner did, and oh, yes, the policeman visiting camp; if she has to listen to the apollo cabin's rendition of down by the aegean, she'll induce her own madness. "oh, eli," bunny drones as he walks by, lifting her foot to wave. "my father was asking for you, but i told him that you were reading — which," she says, cutting her glare upward toward them. "were you? the bacchae, the thing i told you about."
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@ ARTS & CRAFTS CENTER with @claervoyants, MID - MORNING, ON THE EIGHTH
NOT THAT THE ARTS & CRAFTS center needs much organizing, necessarily, or any sort of up - keep ( it was deemed most hippie - like, plus or minus a few magical canvases ), but bunny is making herself scarce, staying out of the way of the demigods most busy; dionysian children, after all, don't often find themselves in the middle of any tasks deemed curious — the athena cabin is disgusted at their lack of effort, and in response, bunny's siblings are hiding in their own cabin, claiming hangovers ( or, sympathetic hangovers, according to the teenagers ). bunny keeps shuffling papers to look busy, lips pursed just so before she drops them and pretends to be organizing vials of glitter, creating more mess that someone else will have to clean. her eyes peer out at the moving demigods, watching their lips moving, trying to listen to as much as she can — and all she gets is more questions. what did he ( the policeman ) ask chiron? was he kind of cute? should i write home?
half distracted, she barely recognizes piper as she passes, but instinct alone has her insides curdling at something so shiny, so touched by the stars. a scowl appears on bunny's face before she clears her throat, leaning out of the arts and crafts center a touch. "wei!" she calls after piper. "you spend a lot of time in here, don't you? apollo cabin, or whatever." bunny pauses and the scowl reappears briefly. "someone's made a mess."
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@ DOCKS, CANOE LAKE with @etherialises, AFTER ( DURING? ) THE BONFIRE ON THE 7TH.
∗ IN THE COMPANY OF LIKE - minded individuals, silence has a way of making itself passive, its angry aggression fading into a blooming comfort; silence when it is coveted most. the loudest sound in a half an hour is the flipping of a crisp page from bunny's book, or the shuffle of alicia's body on the docks, or a water nymph tossing a pebble onto the lake, breaking the surface and creating ripples that soon lap against the docks. when she reaches a part of her book ( line 289 - 290, ' i'll quickly end this perverse nastiness, / this bacchic celebration. people say / some stranger has arrived, ), she looks up, gazing first at the lake before her eyes drift toward alicia. "the visit today," she says, and then follows up shortly with, "unsettling, right? too unsettling for there to be a bonfire, surely."
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CLOSED STARTER .ᐟ @ CABIN 12 PORCH, dusk, the day everyone returns to camp ( JUNE 22 1977 ) — a funeral cancelled, mourning interrupted.
her reward for returning alive is a satyr shaped lollipop, cherry flavored but ambrosia colored. it sits in the pocket of bunny's cheek, jostled around by the tongue every so often — like, when she reaches a particularly funny comment left by rob or when an excellent line ( when they see you, they will only see themselves ) is burned away by the singe of an angry flame. the paper feels crisp, sharper than they were when she first gave it to him ( which, how long ago was this? she can hardly remember handing it off to rob — read this, rob, if you can even do it — i think you'll really like it ).
she spares @aresrisen an upward glance, hollowing her cheeks around the ill - flavored lollipop before flipping another page. bunny looks back down without a word, thumbing a colorful phrase and committing it to memory. she says, “ it's kind of sad, you know. i really thought you had died on the quest, ” but it doesn't sound like someone who thought he was dead. she removes the lollipop ( now headless, what a sight ) and chews on the hard candy, closing her manuscript and tilting her head to the side in thought.
“ rob, do you really think you're not a bad guy? ” she inquires, setting the ( annotated, angrily and passionately — the mark of a good villain ) book on the small table beside her. “ i mean, actually — nobody's named, technically, in here. maybe you just ... relate to the bad guy. ”
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@ BIG HOUSE with @cageslip, JUNE EIGHTEENTH.
from the porch comes a steady tapping, a foot against the old, weathered floorboards, the slow exhale of a girl with cheeks burnished pink from time spent lazing about in the strawberry fields or with her back against the docks. she presses her palms against her cheeks, already warm — half from the morning heat of the summer, half at the mere thought of traipsing around florida in the june humidity. her very group is making her left eye start to twitch. she decides not to think about it. or them. bunny stops tapping her foot in waiting and begins to pace, hoping to stain a pattern against the floor.
she sees oc before she hears her, peering at her from the top of the stairs to the porch with her arms crossed. bunny starts to rummage through the bag she has packed ( with wine and cigarettes and also some wine and some cigarettes, not to mention the wine and cigarettes — OH, and the last book oc brought for her, half read and ostentatiously marked up with her scrawled handwriting ) in search of the special wine she prepared for oc. bunny says, "i was kind of hoping you would be late — then i could miss the fucking quest," and hands her the bottle. "it's meant to be aged, there's some drachmas at the bottom — enhances taste or whatever, i don't now, someone in the hermes cabin said it would give you luck, i don't know if they're right. probably not."
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@ ON THE STEPS OF THE BIG HOUSE with @diamondsfromcoal, NIGHTTIME ON THE SEVENTH, AFTER THE BONFIRE.
THE DOORS ARE LOCKED, AND bunny can't decide whether it's a blessing or an obstacle. she's chewing on the inside of her cheeks while thinking of their earlier visit — and she can feel herself unraveling, bit by bit, thinking of the mortal who came to a place he was not welcome. her legs are stretched down the stairs, her arms holding her up while she looks out at the camp from her vantage point. not that this place matters much to her, it isn't home so much as it's a hideout — something that she feels like her peers can easily forget. this is not so much a place of heart - warming permanent residency. it is more a reminder of who they are and why they hide behind the mist, what's left of it. to perry, approaching the house, she says, "doors are locked," and it sounds bitter instead of as neutral as she's used to, so she coughs and says, "i think that bonfire wiped them out, or the whole — visit ... well," she trails off. "do gods sleep, or do you think mr. d is just pretending?"
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@ THE CAMP STORE with @stingraze, THE EIGHTH, AFTER DINNER.
THOUGH IT'S STARTLING, AT TIMES, it is never much of a surprise to see banks in a place assumed to be empty. loneliness ( the kind sought after by bunny, but languished by others — maybe banks, but she won't ask; some stones are better left unturned, bubbles left un - popped ) has gone from being an orange slice to chew on by oneself to a slice of heaven shared by two. more often than not, they are drawn to the same places, like - minded, but not same - spirited. to the forge at midnight, to the beach, to the crest of half - blood hill, intending to isolate themselves only to happen upon company. it's not as off - putting as it once was. bunny, in fact, brings at least two cigarettes whenever she goes to be somewhere by herself — two bottles of water, two matches. she says, "fancy running into you," as she always does when going to the camp store. and following her same script, continues, "i thought this place would be empty. how unfortunate ... i'll make do, i suppose. cigarette?"
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