triple play [ moonie ; blazy ]

destinias “destine” leeos

daughter of moneta

Destine had never really been such a massive fan of Haunted Houses, mainly because she’s never really been in one. Today, not only was she going to be in one for the first time of her entire life, she was going to be in one with two people she considered to be close with, Nick and Ragnar. Both boys nearly one hundred percent different in Destine’s mind, and yet she hangs out with them both. Unbelievable, no? It made her roll her eyes every time she thought about it, but that smile just had a way of coming back onto her lips. Ridiculous. Pushing her wavy brown hair away from her face, she continued to make her way through the camp towards the Haunted House. Both boys would be meeting her there, and she hoped they were both already waiting for her, but nonetheless, she knew it would be fine.

It wasn’t that Destine was scared; no, accuse her of that and you will be dead. It was just that this was a time where she actually got together with more than just herself and another person. She’s heard the saying “three is a crowd” before, but never knew how much it really meant until today. Her brown eyes just looked towards the direction in which she was heading as she sighed. “It’ll be fine,” she muttered to assure herself, but not even Eon’s thoughts could calm her down. The little sugarglider himself was all the way in her Cohort room, resting in her pillow. He said that he was too fragile-minded to be in a Haunted Bath House.

Just as she had finally calmed herself down, Destine realized she had reached the Haunted Bath House. Involuntarily, her heart began pumping faster than normal. Neither of the boys were there yet, but she expected them to get there soon. Leaning on the wall, Destine crossed her arms and waited lazily. She wasn’t in a hurry, so might as well let them take their time. Sundown was half an hour away so they still had plenty of time. Now, if only she could mute out the screams that were already going on inside.

destinias “destine” leeos

daughter of moneta

Destine figured it would have been Nick when she heard footsteps come towards her. Shifting her position slightly so that she was one hundred percent comfortable, she couldn't help but smirk softly at Nick. “Maybe, maybe,” she said with a shrug glancing towards the house somewhat nervously, but her face immediately masked it. It was hopeless though, she knew, around Nick. He could read her like a book, but then again, she could too... literally. As she stared right into his eyes, she grinned. “Glad you could make it, Nick,” she said almost thankfully.

Another scream was heard from the inside that almost made Destine jump. She had the urge to glance at the House again, but she forced herself not to and glance towards the ground instead. What kind of First Cohort Leader was afraid of Haunted Houses?! No, her reputation could not be shamed because of this whimpy event. “I heard that some of the Lares were trapped in there. Maybe it's them screaming...” Destine shrugged at the idea almost immediately. It was a possibility. Looking up at Nick again, a shine in her eyes arrived. A smug look seemed to crawl its way onto her face. “You ready to scream louder than them?”

Suddenly, Destine realized that Ragnar still wasn't there. Hopefully he would get there soon so that all of this could be over with. Glancing towards the direction of the Cohorts, she frowned. Where was that flirty co-cohort leader of hers? “Where is that flirty co-cohort leader?” Involuntarily, she found herself echoing her thoughts. Her voice was probably loud enough for Nick to hear, but perhaps the screams of the Lares had drowned it out.

destinias “destine” leeos

daughter of moneta

Destine couldn't help but smile softly at Nick when he mentioned her favorite, and only, sugar glider. Her gaze wandered off towards the direction of which she had come. “As thoughtful as that is, Nick,” she began lightly, “The little guy ditched me today. And after everything we've been through he's only scared of a measly Haunted Bath House.” She glanced through the House again, almost annoyed that it had to be so terrifying that its news was all over the camp. She muttered something about Eon being such a whimpy mammal, but eventually shrugged it off.

She looked over at Nick then and smirked lightly as he practically agreed that he was ready to be scared. Frankly enough, Destine really wasn't. If it were a mortal's haunted house, fine. But this is a Camp cup of demigods with powers unheard of. It was then when she noticed Nick looking at the ground and was about to question if he was alright, but Ragnar had appeared out of nowhere yet again, interrupting her thoughts. “Mhm, I definitely missed you,” she said with sarcasm and a hint of annoyance, slightly ignoring the kiss on her cheek; nonetheless, she was smiling. Normally, when she had made skin on skin contact with another person, she would see their memories but its been happening less and less lately, only happening on her own will. She was proud of herself for some reason when Ragnar's memories didn't fill her mind when he had kissed her cheek, and that's mainly what she was focusing on too.

Just when Ragnar was dragging her in, she grabbed Nick's hand. “Let's go,” she said as Ragnar said something else. As they went in, she found herself squeezing both of their hands. The front doors had looked perfectly fine with the exception of the decoration, but she hasn't expected anything to come at them right away anyhow. The sounds of screaming was still ahead and above them. It was weird, but Destine assured herself that everything would be fine. Heck, these two wouldn't be sending out stories of her screaming anyway right? If they did, shed kill them before the House did.

destinias “destine” leeos

daughter of moneta

A shake of her head was pointed at Nick as he mentioned that Eon was still probably traumatized. "No, he ditched me," she said softly as they were in the House by now. Her chocolate brown eyes glanced around, making sure that there wasn't anyone moving around just yet, but among the screams, she couldn't hear if anyone was moving. That was a bad thing too seeing as she hated being at a disadvantage. When she heard a scream directly next to them, her head whipped towards that direction, and her muscles tensed immediately.

Destine couldn't quite control her tongue as she heard Nick say something, but she couldn't quite hear him anyways. As a shadow to the left of them moved, Destine continued to walk, but more attentive now than ever. When Ragnar hid himself in the darkness and let go of her hand, Destine squeezed Nick's hand a bit tighter. Yes, she was nervous, that was true, but she would never say it aloud and kill anyone who tried to say she was if they had found out. "Maybe this was a bad idea," she thought to herself, but then her "Roman" side got the best of her. Sucking in a deep breath, her face hardened and eyes scanned the place. But then that shattered the moment Ragnar has sneaked up behing her.

Biting her tongue hard to keep from yelping, Destine couldn't help but jump. Immediately, she whirled around and punched Ragnar's arm. "Leave the scaring to the scarers," she mumbled so low she wasn't sure they heard her. She was being caught off guard, and that wasn't good. How off guard? Well, she wasn't caring right now that Ragnar had his arms around her even, and normally, she wouldn't tolerate that. Turning around again, she stepped forward and kept walking. "C'mon, you two," she said, pointing towards a small path between to large pools, "More scares await." Alright, Destine was being complete giveaway letting her voice crack when she said that, but she will still fight for her reputation no matter what.

destinias “destine” leeos

daughter of moneta

Destine couldn't help but frown as she continued to walk towards the narrow path. She was just about to open her month to actually let both Nick ad Ragnar to on ahead first when she heard Nick begin Tito talk. Her eyebrows furrowed at what he said, and her head tilted ever so slightly. “All over me? What?” she asked as if he had spoken Greek or something of the sorts. Destine didn't know what it exactly was but there was something about Nick's tone of vice that made her actually wonder. In the end, she took a small sidestep from Ragnar so she was at a relatively even distance between the two boys.

In all honesty, Destine was going to let it go, but then a bunch of things had happened and rather quickly at that. Ragnar had retorted; falling webs; falling spiders; and even Ragnar nearly kicking a poor camper. Blinking slowly at what Ragnar said, she furrowed her eyebrows at him. “Stop it; it's no use really starting anything in here,” she said, but Destine wasn't sure if these two would listen to her right now. When the webs fell, luckily Destine heard the turning of something to know something was coming, but then the spiders had to happen. She was used to creepy crawly things, but something in her gut made her look at the sliders in disguise and flick them off. Glancing at the two boys she just sighed. “That's not all of it so lets go,” she said not very enthusiastically.

destinias “destine” leeos

daughter of moneta

Destine couldn't help but frown more by the time Nick began talking. She shook her head, hard and tried not to freak. “He isn't trying to get rid of you, Nick,” she reassured him, but then the daughter turned to Ragnar with a slight glare. “You're not trying toget rid of him, right?” she asked somewhat sharply. She didn't want any fighting going on, but for some crazy reason it seemed like these two friends of hers were looking for one. She shook her head mentally at the though. Now was not a stress reliever for either of them.

Honestly, Destine could tell that things were going downhill rather quickly by the time they had gotten to the next room. The tension itself was heavie than a few minutes ago from when they entered the building. She had always noticed that, but never wanted to think about it. But the situation now called for it. Destine tried not to rack her brain about Nick's irritation of Ragnar being so close with her, but she hugged him every now and then too, right? Alright one time, but still! When she entered the room, Destine passed Ragnar. “Weapons down,” was all she said as she studied her new surroundings.

The daughter of Moneta was squinting at the lights when Nick spoke again. She felt his eyes boring into her as bespoke so she had no choice but to face him. “But what is he doing?!” she asked exhasperatedly. She honestly couldn't figure it out. Destine shifted slightly when he talked abou the Cohort Leaders room. Her eyes glanced at the ground as she hesitated. “Nick, all co-cohort leaders share a room. We can't really do anything about it.” She still wasn't very much comfortable with the design of the room either but hat was Ragnar's idea, not hers.

Just when she was about to ask Nick to come down, she immediately felt the presence of Lares behind her. Whirling around, Destine found her father there, standing with his arms crossed. Her mind went through all of their bad times together at that moment. His voice as cold as steel as he yelled and screamed at her. Her brown eyes narrowed and she felt like she wanted to scream and cry at the same time. Flashbacks were her specialty but the ones playing in her mind at that moment just seemed as real as ever. They continued to play and as second passed, Destine found herself shaking, from fear, sadness, or anger, she didn't know, and the situation with her friends just wasn't helping her either.

destinias “destine” leeos

daughter of moneta

Everything around Destine had been nothing but a blur until she was able to tear her eyes away from the Lare that was imitating her father. Tears were flowing down her face, but she didn't care anymore. Let demigods try to sell out the story that one of the first co-cohort leaders was crying their eyes out and the other was turning into... Something. Wait. What?

Both Nick's and Ragnar's voices had made her turn towards them. Her vision blurry for a moment, but she was able to blink away the unwanted tears just in time to see Ragnar's form change. It wasn't his usual changing of forms either. This was completely different. Destine's body seemed to be in a state of shock as she watched Ragnar about to cut Nick, and she knew she would regret it just later. She was in a state of numbness, but when the actual voice of Ragner reached her ears, her eyes narrowed and she fisted her hands.

The moment he gun had come into vision, Destine screamed. “No!” was all she could manage as she tackled Ragnar kicking the gun away from him. Naturally, an electric pulse went through her leg as she did, but at the moment it didn't matter. Not even when it felt rather numb. Once she had at least tried to tackle Ragnar's arm, the daughter of Moneta knew he just shake her off, but she tried to get some sense into him nonetheless. “Ragnar get a bloody hold of yourself or else I swear I will resign from being you co-cohort leader!” she tried to yell. Was she British? No. Was she serious? Maybe. Was she exasperated out of her mind? Yes. Glancing over her shoulder, Destine tried to catch a glimpse of Nick. “Are you alright?” she tried to yell, but her voice cracked as she did.

destinias “destine” leeos

daughter of moneta

Even with everything going on. Destine couldn't help but roll her eyes and smirk playfully at Nick's response, the grin on his face making her own smirk broaden into a grin. While her friend spoke to her other relatively insane friend at the moment, Destine tried to look into Ragnar's memories, but all she got was nothing. Casting a glance at the demigods who were about to walk into the room, the daughter of Moneta saw them scream as they saw what was happening, thinking it was part of an act then ran away.

She turned her head to catch a gaze at Nick, but when she saw blood, Destine's gaze hardened. Alright, so maybe getting her friends together wasn't a good idea afterall. That was when a cold, steel thouhgt came into her conscience. This was her fault. She dragged them both into this. Destine cringed at the thought, and the nagging voice at the back of her head telling her it was true. "No one can be friends with you without getting hurt," the voice chided, "This proves it, daughter of Moneta; you are not meant for having people close to you. Let them go." Destine shook her head, trying to block the voice from her mind, but it was no use. She still heard it, even when she was thrown to the other side of the room.

For a moment, her vision was nothing but a blur, and her head throbbed, the voice still saying the same thing. When her vision focused, she found Ragnar shallowly stabbed and seemingly unconscious in one part of the room, but she couldn't see Nick. Nonetheless, she had a strong feeling that he was bleeding and probably off his feet as well. Her facial expression hardened over. The voice was right. Everyone was hurt because of her, but should she let them go?

With a hard shake of her head, Destine sat up. Slowly but surely, she was able to get up and face toward's Ragnar's direction. However, she soon realized she couldn't particularly walk properly; the leg which she had kicked away the electric-charged gun felt like pins and needles were stabbing themselves into her skin. With a sharp intake of breath, Destine was determined and eventually limped over to Ragnar to make sure he was still breathing and still had a pulse. Luckily, he did. She checked the stab, which was much easier now that his armor had disappeared and noticed it wasn't too bad. Looking up and around the dimly lit room, Destine turned towards where she thought Nick would be. "Nick?" she called, her voice sounding somewhat choked. "Please don't tell me you're unconscious too. Are wounds deep?" As she spoke, Destine took off her sweater, leaving her with only a black v-neck as a top, and began whiping Ragnar's head with it with the bottom half. If Nick's wounds were still bleeding, she'd improvise and use the sleeves as a bandage for him for now. Not bothering to think about her leg, or the small thin cut across one side of her forehead, Destine just wanted to get out of the House right then and go out to think. What were the demigods who controlled the Haunted House right now doing? Probably scaring other demigods, gladly leaving Destine's group alone.




OOC ~ This... this is deep, man. *dying*

destinias “destine” leeos

daughter of moneta

Destine was relieved to hear Nick's voice as she glanced towards the direction where his voice came from. She heard him shuffling over and a wave of relieve cam over her yet again. "Okay. Good, good," she muttered softly, trying to think things through. At her friend's suggestion, she didn't hesitate to agree. They needed to get out of this stupid House, and they needed to get out fast before any of the other campers notice their situation. "Yeah... We should get him to our Cohort," she suggested, standing up. Is your wound deep?" she asked, hoping it wasn't. If it were, she would be carrying her co-cohort leader alone and they might not have been able to get by quickly enough without being caught.

Destine smiled slightly towards Nick, partially upset at herself that she had made them go through this. She still had a lot to think about when it came to that, but not now. "You mean to see the sky at least, right?" she asked with a soft laugh, getting up. "It's probably dark out by now..." Pursing her lips as she glanced down at Ragnar, she shrugged. Taking his right arm, she pulled him to his feet and wrapped his arm around her neck. "Well, let's go see how Eon is doing on his own now shall we?"

ooc; shall I make a topic in the First Cohort Barracks? >D