Apollo Cabin

Wes entered the cabin and walked to her bunk. She dumped her stuff at the foot of the bed and jumped onto the bottom bunk. For a few seconds, she stared at the sheet of music she pinned to the bottom of the bunk above her. It was her first composition. Not as good as her more recent ones, but it brought back memories.
After she got bored, Wes hopped off the bed, almost bonking her head on the bed above her, and headed th the archery range.

(the next day)
After getting bored at the easy archery targets, Wes enters her cabin and walks over to her bed. She lays down and opens up a book.

After reading through to chapters in her book, she closed it and looked around her room. She hated the daily inspections. Luckily it was actually pretty clean, exept for a few items on the floor.
Maybe they'll cut me some slack for my injuries...i better make them tiddy up more first, just to be safe...

I heard rusling on the floor and stoped .." Hello I am Marcus .."
Walking over to the empty botem bunk bed ... And Setting down my stuff ...

Eriks arrow smashes through the window and gets stuck in the wall.

I am sitting down blooking at some maps with a lantern on a table. Then an arrow flies through the tip of my hat, nailing it to the wall. I glare at it, immediately knowing who fired it. I pull out the arrow and yell at Erik, "Stop breaking our windows!" I sit back down, and look it the maps and mumble to myself.

Alex Dashwood stood in front of the Apollo cabin, sweaty and tired. All that running sure tires you out, she thought. I must of lost, like, 40 pounds. With her guitar case in one hand and her backpack in the other, she poked her head in the dimly-lit cabin.
"Hello? Can I...um...come in?" She said nervously. Alex had never been to camp before, so she never really knew what to expect. She anxiously waited for an answer.

No answer. Dang it. Alex thought. I really wanted to meet some of my half-siblings. She sighed. Another time, I guess. She cautiously walked inside the cabin and looked around. Pretty nice place. She looked at the beds and instantly knew what the arrangements were. Most of the campers had their bags on the top bunks- probably the seniors. Alex what that meant. All newbies get the crappy, worn-out bottom bunks. She trudged over and put her guitar gase and her backpack on the bed, then plopped on it. "Hey," she said out loud, "This is better than sleeping under a bridge." Alex then got up, and walked out of the cabin to the Big House to ask Chiron where the bows for archery are. Walking out, she found it odd that she was a daughter of Apollo, and yet she didn't have an archer's bow. She shook her head and was on her way.

(Two and a half hours later...)

Alex walked into her cabin, her arm suprisingly sore from 2 hours of archery. She sat on her bunk and opened her battered guitar case. She took out her well-preserved guitar, strummed a chord, and strained her ear to see if any campers were near. Nothing. Alex got up and headed towards the mess hall to eat and hopefully gather some campers with her guitar playing. But she hoped that wasn't a long shot. Alex slowly walked out.

Luna knocked nervously on the Apollo cabin door."Hello?",she asked,"Is anyone there?".She waited for an answer.

Cynthia slowly walked in. Cynthia's orientation didn't really go well. She wasn't able to handle surprises or being told secrets. Cynthia put her bag down.

Dominic lay on his bunk bed staring at the ceiling from behind a pair of sun glasses. In his hands he held his guitar which he strummed absent mindedly. He hadn't noticed Cynthia walk in. In fact it was hard to tell if Dominic was even awake.

Cynthia didn't want to bother him so she was too timid,she didn't know anyone here. Cynthia put her things out of her bag. Cynthia pushed a dark brown hair out of her face.

'Watch your step. Someone was tunning a lyre in the middle of the cabin and didn't clean up the strings.' Dominic warned but didn't look up from his bed. He slowly reached up to his sun glasses and pushed them back before he turned to look at the newcomer, 'So...you're the new addition to club sunnny children?'

Cynthia nodded,"Yeah."Cynthia said softly before glancing at Dominic.

'Cool.'Dominic said before swinging himself off the top bunk and jumping onto the floor. He propped his guitar up against the bunk bed before crossing over to her and extending his hand, 'How do you do? Names Dominic.'

Cynthia shook his hand."i'm Cynthia."Cynthia said.

'Nice to meet you.' Dominic said and shook his hand before turning back to his bunk and walking over to his guitar and picking it up before sitting on the bottom bunk and strumming some chords, 'Rough journey to camp? Usually is with first timers.'

"Yeah . . . "Cynthia said and nodded slightly. Cynthia took her bag out that had her gold arrows and put them to the side.

Dominic glanced at the arrows and then at Cynthia. He stopped strumming his guitar and rested his arms on top of it.
'You're still freaking out aren't you?' He asked, 'This entire thing has blown you away and you can't relax. Everything you once thought was normal has been turned on its head and now you are completely on edge.'

"Yeah..."Cynthia said and nodded slightly,glancing at him.

'You're very talkative I see.' Dominic said before tunning one of the strings of his guitar, 'Relax. You have time to figure this all out.'

Cynthia nodded,"I will figure things out."Cynthia said she closed her bag."Just later when I have time too."Cynthia added before sitting on the bed.

Dominic shrugged before he lay back on the bottom bunk and began playing 'All by myself' on it.
'Word of advice; get comfortable quickly.' Dominic spoke, 'If you don't then you'll crack.'

"Thanks."Cynthia said and smiled a little.