Out and about for supper

Sloan balanced his tray on his knee while grabbing some food with his good hand. Getting food without his other arm was an unexpected challenge, but he was handling it, well enough. He probably looked like a fool, but Sloan had long since stopped caring about such trivial things as how he looked. He looked at the meet, sorrowful because he had recently become vegetarian. It was a joke, but Hayley had reacted so strongly, so he decided to try it. He would miss ribs, and bratwurst, but he was too curious to stop.

Switching his tray to his good hand, he looked toward the unclaimed table, also the newbie table. Someone who had an air of importance around her. About the same age as himself, she had short black hair and blue eyes. "odd combination." He muttered to himself as he walked to the table. Setting his tray on the table, it landed with a sort of clang. "Um, Hey." Sloan said, glancing down at his tray of green. "I'm Sloan." He would've said more, except for the fact that his mind was completely somewhere else.

((sorry it short, need to go to class.))

Vanora turned to look with her side vision to the serving tables. At once she noticed someone new, or at least someone she didn't recognize. He was tall that was for sure, around the same age...and didn't have his left arm. Her eye twitched at the sight as she looked about thinking about going and helping him. Though he didn't seem to need help from the aura that he was giving off. Her thought was confirmed when he headed over to the table she was standing at not even a glimmer of unawareness in his eye. It was almost spooky. The boy set his tray down with a sudden clatter sounding around the table. Her eyebrow raised a smile crept along her lips.

"Um, Hey." said the boy who soon after introduced himself as Sloan. She made a mental note of how to recognize him around camp excluding the fact that his arm was missing. She was trying to avoid it instead she made a note of the scar above and around his left eye. Of course she couldn't help but wonder if the scar and the arm were connected. Mentally slapping herself she turned her attention on greeting. "Hello Sloan, your new to camp I take it. I am Vanora Parthenopaeus. Ironic a Celtic child with a Greek last name huh?" She smiled inwardly laughing at the realization that had just come to her about her name. "Is there anything you would like to know? I'm like your trusty map...that you can't carry around."

Hayley was standing in line just behind Sloan, watching him trying to grab all the greens that he could with one arm. She felt bad for him, but couldn't help but giggle. She knew it was bad to laugh, but the scene was just so ridiculous, that she couldn't help it. She also noticed how he looked longingly toward the meats, but how he picked up the greens instead. "Must be new to the whole vegetarian thing," she thought to herself.
Hayley picked up a small salad, and added a vegetarian sausage (a pickle), to her plate before finding a place to sit. She looked around, only knowing two people at two different tables. Isaac at one and Sloan at the other. Hayley started to step toward Isaac's table, but then, for some reason her feet moved her towards Sloan's table. The was another girl there, with blue eyes and black hair. Hayley was slightly envious of her beauty. Hayley sat down on Sloan's other side.
"Hey Sloan." Hayley flashed a big smile, then dug into her salad.

"Hello Sloan, your new to camp I take it. I am Vanora Parthenopaeus. Ironic a Celtic child with a Greek last name huh?" She smiled."Is there anything you would like to know? I'm like your trusty map...that you can't carry around." Sloan smiled back at her, it reminded him of that show his foster sister watched. Doris something or other. He was quick to notice her looking above his eye, most presumably at the scar that he had acquired. Maybe one day I'll tell her. He thought, before shaking his head slightly. He couldn't allow himself to get caught up in such trivial notions as friends. No, Sloan needed to be in solitude, he was better off alone. James had yelled that to him not long ago either. He sighed a bit, before speaking. Living the life of a loner might be better for the others, but for himself, it ate away.

"Um, a-actually," Sloan stuttered, the thought about the war Isaac had mentioned creeping back up to the front like a bad cold that wouldn't just die, "Someone told me that a way was going on. I was just wondering..." Sloan trialed off, images of the gleam of the gun and the scream of her pain ringing in his ears. Sloan grimaced, trying to push the thoughts away. Now? Of all times they come at me now? But he managed to get his thoughts on track when a familiar voice cut through the tension that he created.

"Hey Sloan." Hayley's voice called out. sloan turned around to see her sliding in a chair next to him. He looked over at Vanora, then back to Hayley. I guess that an introduction is in order. He decided before he spoke up. "Hayley, this is Vanora. Vanora, Hayley." Sloan exclaimed, before taking a bite of his salad. Not bad.

"Hayley, this is Vanora. Vanora, Hayley." Sloan said while taking a bite of his salad. Hayley looked down the row to the girl. So that's her name, Hayley thought to self, going back to her previous thought of the girl.
"H-hi Vanora." Hayley mumbled and took a bite of her vegetarian sausage (pickle). "A-as Sloan said, my name is Hayley...".
Hayley felt the need to get to know Vanora. She didn't know why, but she just did. The need was worse than her wanting to make Sloan happy for almost all of the time.
Hayley looked at her salad, and for some reason wasn't hungry, despite the fact that her stomach was growling so loud that it probably could have scared the birds out of trees, only moments ago.
Hayley looked at Sloan, and again felt tired. She just wanted to go sleep now, but the only problem was, she didn't know where she was supposed to go to.
"So...uhh...Vanora," Hayley mumbled, moving her plate up a little from herself, "Where do we go to sleep at?"
Hayley moved a tad bit closer to Sloan, for just in case Vanora talked at the same quiet level as herself.

(I wrote the whole thing out and it didn't post GAH so angry)

Sloan sighed. The only thing he was getting out of this conversation between Vanora And Hayley was his sleeping arrangements. not that they weren't important, but his mind was grasping for something more...substantial to sink his teeth into. Like meat. Sloan missed his meat already, but he had told Hayley that he was a vege...veget...veg-something and he needed to stick to his word. Sloan made sure that he wouldn't fall through on any other promises he made. He didn't want a repeat of last time. Last time, someone died. Three people. Michelle, the burglar, and the innocent Sloan all perished in the same night.

Taking a solemn bite of his salad, a memory flew forward, almost making him gag. THe weight of the gun, the gleam. Oh gods, why now? Of all times, why now? Sloan asked himself as the memory flash flood began. A girl's scream, a burglar's haunting last words. THe beast in the woods, Blood. Pictures and sounds flashing by so fast that Sloan couldn't even process them all. Then his stomach clenched, he felt light-headed. Sloan knew what was going to happen, and he didn't like it one bit.

"Guys?" He slurred, looking up at them with round eyes, "I'm..." He struggled to find the words before he fell. "I'm passing ou-" Sloan didn't have the strength to finish as he passed out, falling out of his chair and his mind into a dark void.

(Since I post right before this, I guess someone needs to post before me.)

"Guys? I'm...I'm passing ou-" Hayley looked up just in time to see Sloan fall, but then, he was caught by a strange man. Hayley could tell something was different about him, but she just at the moment, didn't know. Then, the man gave Sloan a new arm, some armor, and a staff, and set him back on the bench. Hayley looked at Sloan, and was overcome by a need. A need for Sloan so to speak. She wanted to hug him, and maybe even kiss him. Ask him if he was okay, but she knew that that would be...awkward, for, they were after all friends, at least she thought they were friends. So she settled for asking him how he was.
"Sloan? Sloan?" Hayley gently nudged Sloan to see if she was even awake. "A-are you...okay?" Her eyes widened as she starred worriedly at him.

Vanora's question went unanswered so she was never truly sure if Hayley was claimed or not. The next part of, well, dinner was Sloan passing out and a man appearing in the middle of camp. The aura radiating off the man and the sudden appearance told her he was nothing less then a god and the fact that he appeared in person instead of through the mist of a glob on their end told her that he didn't spend much time in the castle which pointed out that he wasn't one of the thirteen. Slightly unsure she grabbed her sword attached at her waist prepared to fight a god if he tried anything.

The god walked over to their table, 'a claiming in person?' Vanora thought having had a smiler experience. He grabbed Sloan by the shoulder of where his missing arm was and held him in place keeping him from falling over. She received a glare from the man and in her head she heard a deep voice tell her to stop staring. Her eye twitched and she cringed hearing his voice. Though she didn't obey she just averted her eyes from seeing him. She wasn't one to not give into curiosity though so her head tilted away she looked out the corners of her eyes. A dark rainbow colored flame appeared consuming Sloan as the god pulled out a wand giving, what Vanora could now only conclude as, his son a new left arm. 'A magician god, Gwydion' she thought before it was confirmed, "Let it be known that Sloan Hawthorne is my son the son of a magician." he said giving him a staff and walking away, vanishing before their eyes.

Vanora cleared her throat continuing what she had been saying, "And the children of Gywdion stay in the cave of Branwen. Because we've established fire with magic. On to other matters, Sloan are you alright?" Vanora asked echoing Hayley. she shifted a little wondering what she should do in this situation. The cave was still silent so she looked out at the others, "Back to your own business" she barked at the others. Gwen landed on her shoulder and offered her the meat that she grabbed. Vanora smiled petting the black bird she grabbed one and took a bite.

Sloan awoke with a tingling sensation in his arm. Which was odd, considering the arm he felt it in wasn't there. He blinked a couple times, and someone nudged him in his shoulder. THe last thing Sloan remembered was feeling like he was passing out, something bad in his memories, and the blackness. Sloan coughed, partially hearing something that Hayley was saying. He looked around at the astonished faces of nameless campers and the shocked ones of his companions. What are you all staring at? Sloan wondered silently, and then he looked down at his arm. He almost cussed in French, from living on the Island. THere where the bareness of his stump was, a brand-new pale arm. Sloan's eyes went wide. He wasn't used to something being there for a while, and now here was a new arm.

"And the children of Gywdion stay in the cave of Branwen. Because we've established fire with magic. On to other matters, Sloan are you alright?" Vanora Finished, as if the events that took place when he fainted hadn't been important at all. "A-am I all right? Wait....Gywdion? Fire and Magic? Someone explain!" He practically shouted, before looking down at his hands. He flexed his new arm, the feeling as foreign as sleeping in a bed or christmas. Or having parents, though, if Sloan was right, all this was from his parents, or, parent. Holding up his arm, he looked at it quizzically, maneuvering it, working the knuckles and stretching the fingers. It looked like his old one, well before it was mangled and torn off.

After seizing his staff, he held it on his lap, with both hands, trying to hide the confusion and glee hidden in his face. Sloan had a dad, the God of Magic. Your a Wizard, Sloan. He imagined a fake Hagrid would say, and Sloan smiled that crooked smile of his. He looked at Vanora, then to Hayley, who had been almost obsessively worried when he passed out. He was still grinning, but then remembered what he had been thinking about before passing out. The memories seemed more distant, but Sloan realized that with his claiming, he could start training. But for what? Sloan was a pacifist now, he didn't want to rob someone of their most important asset, Life, ever again. Sloan was filled with mixed emotions, because he loved the aspects of being able to be a real magician, a son of the Magic god, but that means that he would be training to use his talents on others. He felt so conflicted. So Sloan decided to resolve that at a different time. And then he listened in for the answers that he felt he already knew, but wanted to hear anyway.

"And the children of Gywdion stay in the cave of Branwen. Because we've established fire with magic. On to other matters, Sloan are you alright?" Vanora said, and Hayley looked over at her. Oh yeah, that's right, Hayley thought to herself, I'm supposed to tell her my parent...
Hayley's thoughts were immediately interrupted by Sloan's outburst. "A-am I all right? Wait....Gywdion? Fire and Magic? Someone explain!" Hayley jumped out of her seat, almost onto the floor, but she caught herself before completely falling off.
"S-sloan? A-are you...okay? Like...really okay?" Hayley said nonchalantly starring at Sloan's new arm.
Oh...Uhh...Vanora...by the way...my mom is Rhiannon. I-I just thought you might....like to know that."
Hayley looked at her food, something of which she hadn't touched since she got it. She felt like getting up and leaving camp. She felt like she didn't really belong among these strangers. She knew the names of three people. That was it, three people. One of which she was certain wasn't very fond of her. Hayley picked up a fork and started playing with her lettuce. She didn't want to sit at this table anymore. Why did she even bother making friends? Especially when she knew it would eventuall lead to nothing but trouble in the end.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled quietly, half to herself and half to the others, grabbing her plate and starting to move towards an empty section of table.