Peeping Tom (Open thread)

[Roland Prescott]

It was slightly unusual to see Roland out and about at this time in the afternoon. Usually he lurked around camp in the evenings and would stay up until past curfew...an act which had earned him several lectures from Chiron. The old centaur didn't seem to understand that Roland was simply more inclined to the darkness. As the son of the God of Fear, he needed to put 'bump' in the phrase, 'things that go bump in the night'. It was his duty, though Chiron only saw it as defiance. The old horse-man wouldn't be wrong in saying that, but couldn't he pretend to believe in one of Roland's excuses for once? Even if it was for several seconds? Still, it would take more then boring lectures and extra chores and cleaning harpies to stop Roland from his late nights. Extra chores he could easily ignore and those beasts were really old softies once you got over how ugly they were. They were still women after all, albeit women of a different species, and all Roland had to do was spit out some lies and he was in the clear.

Heh. Prettier then Aphrodite? Dream. On. Though on second thoughts, Roland decided that he didn't want to know what went on in the dreams of harpies. Probably some really weird sh*t, he thought as he rolled his eyes. At the moment Roland was just wandering aimlessly around camp, feeling more and more resentful that he couldn't curl up under his sheets and go to sleep. But they were a very noisy bunch in the Minor God's cabin and it seemed that this was even more true these days with Riddle being perky all the time. She had apparently found someone new to stalk and Roland wish that whoever he was would just adopt her and bring her to his cabin so that they could finally get rid of her.

Not that he had anything against Riddle though. The girl was fine if she could keep her mouth shut and she always had an extra pair of binoculars that Roland could borrow. Which brought him to another activity of his which Chiron didn't approve of. Roland was a peeping tom, he couldn't phrase it any other way and didn't want to. His favorite cabin to spy on was the one belonging to Artemis. It was no secret that Roland was jealous of their immortality but it didn't change the fact that they were hot girls. Since he couldn't get any sleep, he might as well glut himself on eye candy for the rest of the afternoon.

Reaching the tree that he usually spied from, Roland cast a quick look around before he started to climb. It was wishful thinking but he hoped that he'd at least manage to catch a glimpse of girl on girl making out today.

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[Camille Tiffany Lee]

It was odd to see Camille Lee wandering around the grounds near the other dorms. She tended to stick towards her own Titan Dorms and at the current time, on a normal basis, Cami would be sitting at the seaside, listening to the roar of the waves and watching them crash onto the wet sand. But today she wasn’t. She wasn’t sitting at the beach, at the seaside or even at a balcony overlooking the ocean. Instead, she was moving towards the Demi-God dorms. She had no real reason to; she just wanted to see if anyone would protest to her being there. Sometimes the different half bloods didn’t get along anyways.

She absently twirled a strand of her hazelnut brown hair in between her fingers, feeling a light breeze sweep by her. The strands tickled her cheeks and Cami brushed some of the flyaway strands back from her face, stopping in her no destination walk. There was a moment of pause and she looked around rather lazily. Then she blinked. It took a moment before she realized she kind of had no idea where she was. Cami knew she was in the area where the Demi-God’s dorms were, that much she knew but she didn—wait a minute.

Cami looked up, brows furrowing and she squinted slightly up at a tree a couple of feet away. She had her moments where she was blind sometimes, but she was definitely sure that the “thing” climbing the tree was not a ridiculously giant beetle. After all, what kind of a beetle wore clothes? Her brows furrowed together a little more and Cami looked up at the dorms, trying to figure out which dorm it was.

Aha! It hit like a thousand of Zeus’s lightning bolts. Well not really but it was close enough. It was the dorms of Artemis’s huntresses, the immortal ones. Cami inched a bit closer, trying not to make noise and she watched as the tall, lanky boy climbed up the tree. There was no doubt what he was about to do. Even a blind person could tell—well, you get the point. It was obvious he wasn’t there to study, well maybe to study the girls in the dorms but anyways.

Cami hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering around nervously and she gently chewed her lower lip. She could go up to him and try to drag him away or she could scream and alert people on the grounds what was going on. Of course, one of few things could happen. 1. The youth turns out to be scary powerful and well, kills her on the spot; 2. he could fall out of the tree and injure himself, 3. the huntresses could come out and proceed to kill the both of them, 4. he doesn’t hear her. The fourth option seemed quite unlikely. One of the other three seemed more likely to happen.

Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained right?

Cami slinked towards him, her small form trying hard not to make noise and just as she was a feet from him, maybe two or three, she took a deep breath. And the next second, her voice, strangely enough for such a small person, rang out strongly and even Cami herself was startled.

“YAH! What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”

Word Count: 551 (actual count w/o coding)