07-15-2018, 02:01 PM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
Bastille, naturally, was not really here by choice. Margy had mentioned in an off-hand (read as: entirely deliberate) fashion that the camp needed more counselors that year, and low and behold, here he was. He'd put up a fairly weak fight, knowing there was no point in arguing with Cecily once she got it in her head that this was good, proper thing for him to do. A few days in, he'd relaxed a little bit, and the competitions helped. Particularly when it meant trying to destroy Margy via small campers for landing him here.
"Hey, Leo," he greeted as he sauntered up to the front of the second boat, Blue boat. He was convinced Margy had assigned him Blue to match his eyes, which was just... ridiculous, frankly, but he could only silently thank her for not sticking him in the same group as Hazel. He opted for a blue t-shirt today as opposed to the bandana, and he glanced towards the other boats before smirking slightly. "Ready to sink some losers?"
"Hey, Leo," he greeted as he sauntered up to the front of the second boat, Blue boat. He was convinced Margy had assigned him Blue to match his eyes, which was just... ridiculous, frankly, but he could only silently thank her for not sticking him in the same group as Hazel. He opted for a blue t-shirt today as opposed to the bandana, and he glanced towards the other boats before smirking slightly. "Ready to sink some losers?"
[b]BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS — ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — TAGS
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]