Talking To Myself `(`PAFP`)`

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    Hello there, the angel from my nightmare The shadow in the background of the morgue The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley We can live like Jack and Sally if we want Where you can always find me We'll have Halloween on Christmas And in the night we'll wish this never ends We'll wish this never ends

    Eliza sat by the lake, little bugs drifted lazily in the air, and Eliza's hair followed. The warm day was soon to become dusk, and a few of the evening stars had begun to show. She watched in deft awe, as light turned to twilight. Her large round eyes blue like the night sky, were obsidian obolisks compared to the milky creme of the fading day. Eliza listened as birds began to settle and night creatures began to awaken from their day-long slumber. Her beautiful silence was interrupted by light footsteps from the cabins.
    "Yes?" she asked. She turned her face towards a shadow that had accumulated.
    "Who's there?" she asked. Her long snowy hair layed at her hips, and fringed in the breeze.
    Her thick eyebrows drew themselves together, crinkling the skin between them. 'It's probably one of the Hermes kids' she thought.
    "Listen if you're trying to scare me I already know you're there!" she raised her voice a bit.


    Plot


    Where are you and I'm so sorry I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight I need somebody and always This sick strange darkness Comes creeping on so haunting every time And as I stared I counted Webs from all the spiders Catching things and eating their insides Like indecision to call you and hear your voice of treason Will you come home and stop this pain tonight Stop this pain tonight Don't waste your time on me you're already The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you) Don't waste your time on me you're already The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)

    Nickolai appeared from the darkness. "Sorry to disturb you. I was practicing travelling in darkness and I came to the wrong spot. He walked into the moonlight. He wore a black trench coat, dress pants, and boots. He wore an old-fashioned white shirt under his trench coat and stark white gloves that almost glowed in the moonlight. He had long black hair, white skin, and golden eyes. He seemed pretty old, like he had been at Camp Half-Blood for a while now. He looked around 17 or 18, he may have been older than that. The dark night made it difficult to tell his exact age. "I'm Nickolai. What is your name?" Nickolai asked, ever the polite one.

    Eliza looked Nickolai over, her pale blue eyes searching his form. Then she turned a bit, as though she was thinking of leaving.
    "Eliza" she said reluctantly. The name flew from her mouth, sending a low note into the night air. She wore a striped long-sleeved shirt, that was beginning to unravel at the ends. The straying strands tickling the edges of her fingers, moving like spiders across her skin. Her dark pants almost made her figure blend seamlessly into the shady grass, where small bugs made their asylum beneath the long fronds.
    "And it's fine, it happens a lot" Eliza looked down across the mirror-like lake. Flecks of the fleeting sunlight pooled across it's billowing surface. Fish swam towards the surface to catch the bugs that lay near the edge, sending ripples across the seemingly flawless reflection.

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    "If I may ask. What are you doing out here at this time of night? I am simply curious. You don't have to answer me." said Nickolai calmly. He looked at the smooth surface of the lake and the shining moon. "It would probably be best that we head back into our respective cabins before the harpies catch us out of our beds." said Nickolai, mentioning the fierce bird women who worked in the kitchen's, and who were rumored to eat children who were out at night.

    "Since you're so worried, I guess I will leave now" Eliza said standing up. She was unusually tall, and had a well built frame. Shoving her hands in her pockets, she began to walk away. Not before looking back for a moment.
    "And I was sitting in the grass." she stated firmly.

    Nickolai blinked. "Alright." he said quietly. He saw her walk into Selene's cabin. He knew that she was a very old goddess and had been the first goddess of the moon, before Artemis replaced her. He doubted the former moon goddess was to thrilled about that. He shrugged and went back into the Hades cabin. He was the only one that stayed there. Other children of Hades had either not been born yet, or preferred it in the Underworld. Nickolai personally, had had enough of speaking with ghosts.

    OOC;; skipping to the morning because sleeping is for the weak


    IC;;
    Eliza shuffled out into the brisk morning air, her cheeks a bit red from the cold air. 'Jeez, who left the freezer open?' she thought while hugging a jacket close to herself.
    The sky was a bluish grey from the leftover fog that had settled overnight. The grass beneath her boots made quietly squishing noises as she made her way towards breakfast.

    Nickolai was heading the same way when he bumped into Eliza. "Sorry." he said, stepping back to let the girl through."Oh, good morning Eliza." he added quickly as she was walking away. He wondered if she would remember him. Perhaps not... He shrugged and pulled his trench coat closer to his body to keep warmer. Despite being son of the ruler of the Underworld, he wasn't very fond of the cold, though it was preferable to the sweltering heat of the day.

    Eliza turned around, and began walking backwards to see Nickolai. Her hair was tied in a loose braid, and a few colorful beads were visible beneath her snowy hair. She breathed out, sending a loose cloud of dragon smoke.
    "Good morning" she said a bit flatly as she turned around to keep herself from bumping into anyone else.

    Nickolai gave her a small smile. He headed into breakfast. He couldn't wait for the meal to be served. He'd have to give an offering to Hades, his father, and maybe another goddess. He wondered if Athena would e insulted. He decided against giving her an offering, after all, it was his fault one of her sons died... He shook his head, clearing it of such dark thoughts. He yawned and looked toward Selene's table, to Eliza. He kept puzzling over what she was doing the night before. He shrugged.

    Eliza ate her food, the tin fork making harsh scratching noises against the plate. She looked around to find Nickolai staring at her, she looked him straight in the eyes, hoping to intimidate him and make him go away. Her piercing icy glance steady, and unbroken.
    Eliza reluctantly looked away, stood up, and went to make an offering. Standing above the fiery licks of orange and yellow, she quietly prayed to Selene as she watched the fire hungrily devour her offering. Afterwards, she set her plates away and looked back at the Hades table before walking out of the area.
    The morning's cold grasp had all but loosened, and thin fog clung to the ground and all that touched it.

    Nickolai met her piercing stare with his own, a dark aura wafting about him. He was impressed, it took guts to glare at a Hades kid. He saw her get up to make an offering. Then she turned back to look at the Hades table. Nickolai met her gaze once more, this time his aura was calmer. He got up after she left and gave Hades a good chunk of his brisket before putting his plate away. He headed out of the dining hall and just walked around some, not really headed anywhere.

    Eliza made her way towards the archery range. Dodging other campers along the way, as other flocked to and fro. Her hands were still in her pockets, and she rolled together pieces of lint as she waited for the steady stream of campers to give way to the range.
    Pines needles made soft crackling noises beneath her boots as she took a spot in front of a target.


    OOC;; sorry I dot have a lot of muse right now

    OOC: It's fine. Neither do I.


    Nickolai headed to the sword practice field next to the archery range. He took out his sword and began to weave intricate patterns with the blade, moving seemelessly from one form to the other. Nickolai was an expert swordsman, more so than the other campers because his step-dad had wanted him to be proficient with the weapon. So he went from one form to the other without any mistake. His movements were almost flawless, perfectly balanced. He worked on his balance and dexterity, but moved slowly, perfectly at ease. He soon shed his heavy coat to have less restriction of movement. He kept working.

    OOC;; *don't, sorry I was on my mobile and autocorrect is really stupid. ((I'm too lazy to turn it off))


    IC;;


    Eliza retrieved a long band of metal hidden in her left boot. It was celestial bronze with intricate patterns carved into it. She flicked it forwards, and it folded out into a full bow. The patterns all drew together at the front, where a crescent moon shone in iron. Her hand traced to her other boot, and drew a leather pouch, she tossed the pouch over her shoulder and the small bag opened to reveal a quiver with a few arrows.
    Drawing her arms into proper stance, she drew an arrow. The thin shaft gliding into position as she pulled back on the strand. Closing one of her eyes, and adjusting her aim she let go of the string. The arrow bolted through the air, as Eliza watched she shifted her bow towards the ground. Her stance was graceful, but she seemed to almost not be there.
    A shattering ripping sound meant that the arrow had hit it's target, and she had been successful.

    Nickolai stopped his movements to watch Eliza shoot. He wanted to comment on her unique bow, but didn't want to break her concentration. So he simply watched quietly.

    Eliza felt someone's eyes burn into her back, but disregarded it. Drawing another arrow, she loaded and aimed. The bow flung the arrow into the air to meet with the target's soft cover.
    She repeated the process until her quiver was completely empty. Sighing loudly she hurried down the lane to retrieve her arrows. There weren't many other campers, so she didn't have to worry about getting hit by an arrow.

    Nickolai watched as she went to retrieve her arrows. He studied her movements calmly and then left, he had other things to do. He walked over to Hestia's hearth and sent a little thank you her way. Then he warmed himself by the fire.

    Eliza repeated shooting, and retrieving until the archery range began to fill up with more campers. She returned her bow and quiver to their respective boots, and went to sit by the lake. She watched the perilous grey skies, and hoped for rain.
    She hoped for the beautiful crystalline droplets to fall from the heavens, and douse the camp. Pushing a few silvery strands out of her face, she stood up to return to her cabin. She would hate to have the harpies on her back about her cabin not being clean.

    Nickolai walked past her calmly on his way to the Hades cabin. He was holding onto his jacket. As he passed he nodded a greeting to Eliza. "Excellent archery." he said to her as he passed.