Camp Half Blood (RP)

Snake- Taking my spirit away, and basically it's torture.
You are taken to a shelter for spirits and it takes centuries for you to get a home. -sighs-

 

Tarragon: "Wow. I never knew something like that existed."

 

Snake- -grins- Well I'm a spirit. Nothing I can do about it. But my master has over 10 spirits. I the lowest rank.

 

Tarragon: "Who's your master?"

 

Snake- Dina. You must know her. ~sighs~ She hates me literally though.

 

Tarragon: smiles. "But how could anyone hate a sweet little girl like you?"

 

Snake- -thinks- I'm not always so innocent, I don't know. I just think that I act like a child too much.
I don't know. Dina kept telling me I shouldn't be wasting time.

 

Tarragon: "But it's what kids do. You never want to loose that."

 

Snake- -plays with fingers- But I'm not a kid.

 

Tarragon: "Could have fooled me. You look like one."

 

Snake- I'm more than 900,000 years old.

 

Tarragon: surprised. "Woah."

 

Snake- Yup, basically I'm the youngest. 

 

Hawk- Should we get her now? She's socializing too much.
Dina- Yeah. -calls- Snake. Come here.

 

Ryan: Tarra who are you talking to?

 

Tarragon: "Sna-" notices that she's gone. "Where did she go?"

 

Ryan: was it one of Dina's goons?

 

Tarragon: nods. "Wait, goons? She was so sweet."

 

Tate: -grabs my back of stuff and heads into my cabin-

 

Ryan: Not goons, I mean stuffed toys.