|
|
Post by Tillie Antaie on Nov 10, 2010 21:01:47 GMT -5
The door to the cabin swings open on silent hinges, revealing a girl, short for her age, and slender almost to the point of being underweight. Though she is small, she is strong, with wiry muscles hidden under a baggy grey jacket. Her black sneakers make small puffs in the dust at near the door as she walks inside and drops a suitcase on a bed, then looks around. The bunks are pushed against one walls as if sleeping doesn't matter much. Most of the room is filled with workbenches and tables and sets of tools and weapons. The back of the room is a huge library crammed with old scrolls and leather-bound books and paperbacks. There is an architect's drafting table with a bunch of rulers and protractors, and some 3-D models of buildings. Huge old war maps are plastered to the ceiling and sets of armor hang under the windows, their bronze plates glinting in the sun. A couple of large, overstuffed armchairs sit in a circle in the center of the room.
"Woah…" she breathes, stepping over to a bookcase and running her fingers over the spines of the books. She stops on one of her favorites, The Giver. With a gentle flick, she pops it off of the shelf and drops into a deep purple armchair, curls her feet under herself, and opens the book.
|
|
|
|
Post by Flora on Nov 10, 2010 21:15:50 GMT -5
Flora passed the cabin galloping on Eagle. "HELLO!" she called.
|
|
|
|
Post by Tillie Antaie on Nov 10, 2010 21:36:36 GMT -5
"Hi…" she replies, her nose still buried in the book.
|
|
|
|
Post by Flora on Nov 10, 2010 21:38:07 GMT -5
eagle backed up. "Reading?" she asked.
|
|
|
|
Post by Tillie Antaie on Nov 10, 2010 21:42:09 GMT -5
"Mm-hmm." she mumbles, then carefully marks her page with her finger and looks up. "It's The Giver. One of my favorites." She stands and walks toward Flora. "I'm Tillie."
|
|
|
|
Post by Flora on Nov 10, 2010 21:43:10 GMT -5
"Flora." she replied. Eagle nickered softly.
|
|
|
|
Post by Tillie Antaie on Nov 10, 2010 21:44:29 GMT -5
"It's nice to meet you." She extends her free hand, palm up, toward Eagle.
|
|
|
|
Post by Flora on Nov 10, 2010 21:48:25 GMT -5
Eagle pushes the hand softly with her nose. "Nice to meet you too. Oh and your lucky! eagle actually doesn't want to kill you!" she was serious about that.
|
|
|
|
Post by Tillie Antaie on Nov 10, 2010 21:51:14 GMT -5
She laughs. "Don't worry, I've been around lots of horses that have tried to maim me, so I'm pretty used to it by now."
|
|
|
|
Post by Flora on Nov 10, 2010 21:53:26 GMT -5
"I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing!" laughed Flora.
|
|
|
|
Post by Summer Anderson on Nov 11, 2010 16:47:43 GMT -5
I shadow traveled right into the room, by accident. "Oh, hi! Don't mind me. Just passing through." I wasn't sure that helped. I winced at the sight of the pegasus. "Oh darn."
|
|
|
|
Post by Crystal Anne Robinson on Nov 11, 2010 16:50:57 GMT -5
Crystal walked by the Athena Cabin and paused to look in quickly. She'd been doing this alot, trying to know what all the cabins were like. She backed off when she saw Eagle because the last time she'd been around horses...well...never mind.
|
|
|
|
Post by Summer Anderson on Nov 11, 2010 16:57:15 GMT -5
"Erm..." I tried to leave, but it didn't work. Great! The one time I actually want to leave, it doesn't work! I couldn't control my traveling. Whenever I touched a shadow, I would just go somewhere random, without even meaning to. Once, I did that when I was in my pajamas...
|
|
|
|
Post by Crystal Anne Robinson on Nov 11, 2010 17:20:44 GMT -5
(hahaha)
Crystal rolled her eyes at the confused and obviously trying to escape Hades girl.
|
|
|
|
Post by Tillie Antaie on Nov 12, 2010 18:42:07 GMT -5
Her eyes flick back and forth between Summer, Crystal, and Flora. If there's one thing she can't understand, even with her mother being Athena, it's people.
|
|
