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[Flynn McAlister]

Flynn could've been working out with her fists at the moment, but something about being around those punching bags and then the idiots who thought they could take her on wasn't very appealing at the moment. Instead, she decided to grab her football from her locker and head out to the Fields of Mars. As far as she could tell, she was the only one in the legion who actually liked football. Or well, what those Americans liked to call soccer, but made no sense for her why it was called that.

But she was here and practicing, but not in the traditional sense the legion had taken on. Flynn loved football. It worked on her speed and agility, plus it helped her focus for a moment. And that was all she was focusing on right now as she dribbled the ball up and down the field. But she wasn't just dribbling, she was working on her fancy footwork as well. She didn't come from a mother of a professional football without being able to do the fancy things.

[September Storm]

September just wanted to be left alone in all honestly. He couldn't deal with the loudness of camp or New Rome. Heck he could barely deal with the loudness of his own thoughts. He was hoping to just lay in the soft grass of the Field and listen to the sounds of nature, the gentle breeze kissing his pale skin like dew drops.

Unfortunately the Field of Mars wasn't as empty as he'd hoped. A girl had occupied the space, chasing after a soccer ball like it was the only thing in the world. A small sigh escaped his blue lips as he considered going back to the Forum, dreading the length of the walk. Physical activity wasn't exactly his favorite thing in the world. He'd much rather be curled up with a book than running laps or swinging around a sword.

After some careful consideration he decided he may as well enjoy the nature and hopefully the wild-eyed girl would leave him be. He plopped down in the grass, yelping slightly as the wet dew hit his bum. Instantly the entire field became speckled with ice, every dew drop on every piece of grass effected by his powers. His control over them were rather nonexistent to many's dismay.

[Flynn McAlister]

Flynn didn't notice that she was joined by someone else. But she really didn't care as long as they didn't bother her and she didn't bother them. It was more like a silent mutual agreement. So Flynn was running and dribbling really paying no mind to the outside world. She didn't notice that the dewy grass had started to freeze up and that caused her football to stop and freeze in place. Flynn just ran to dribble it further, but managed to trip over the ball.

She tumbled into the grass as she heard the crunch of ice. She paused for a second to collect herself as she sat up. "Bloody hell..." she said to herself as she looked immediately around her to see ice. Ice was everywhere. And this wasn't something that happened normally. She looked up and noticed a person there for the first time. "Did you do this?" she asked as she raised an eyebrow and pointed to the grass at the same time.

[September Storm]

The small boy's eyes widened as his handiwork resulted in the nameless girl's fall. He groaned to himself, mentally preparing to be ridiculed or even beaten for his own incompetence. He was physically prepared as well, tiny body tense as he raised his arms to cover his face. Hades knew he needn't another black eye.

The air grew colder around him as she approached, dropping atleast 10 degrees. He was slightly surprised when she spoke, as her words weren't exactly as angry as he'd expected. Of course, he could deny having any involvement in the freezing situation, but there wasn't exactly any one else in the field to blame. Besides, September was rather well-known around camp as the useless idiot from 5th who frequently lost control over his powers.

"I didn't mean to... R-really..." He stuttered squeakily, avoiding eye-contact the best he could. That didn't last very long as there eyes quickly crossed paths. He tried to follow the statement with an apology but was caught rather speechless, unable to pull his eyes away. Her's were like the eyes of a caged animal's, wild and hungry yet kept at bay, making it only angrier with a touch of sadness. He'd known that feeling before, but it was crushed and broken long before he'd left childhood.

[Flynn McAlister]

After she pointed to the ground, Flynn got up as she brushed herself off. Her clothes were going to be damp for a little bit, but that only gave her an excuse to steal clothes from her fellow legionnaires, especially some of the boys in her cohort. Once she was on her feet, she walked over to the person which she started to see was a boy. A boy with ice powers...

As she got closer, the boy started apologizing for what he had done. Flynn brushed off his apology. There was no harm done to her, so there was no foul. She looked down at him as she put her hands on her hips. "Can you do that by will?" she asked as she tilted her head to the side. "Like I hand you a warm beer and you touch it and bam, it's cold? Because if you can, I need someone like you in my life."

[September Storm]

She needed him. September wasn't sure if he'd ever heard those words before. No one had ever wanted him, let alone needed him. Of course the boy realized that her words were virtually meaningless, just a joke on his behalf. Yet he couldn't help the light blush that blessed his pale cheeks.

"S-sometimes," he stuttered truthfully. He didn't have full control of his powers. They happened rather frequently without him wanting them too, and would occasionally disappear when he needed them. It was generally a lose-lose situation. He immediately regretted telling the strange girl this though, as without his powers he feared being deemed useless. "I mean I could probably cool a drink if I tried..."

[Flynn McAlister]

When Flynn saw that light blush on the boy's cheeks, a slight smirk crept onto her lips. But when he started stuttering, she raised her eyebrows as well. From the sounds of things, it sounded like this boy needed some practice and maybe a friend. And maybe a little more than a friend. Flynn wasn't going to push him too much, but she figured there needed to be a start.

"Are you new to this demigod thing?" she asked before she decided to sit down beside him on the icy grass. She was already damp in the first place, so it didn't bother her at all. "Because I can give you some practice if you need it. I always need cold beers and the like... I'm Flynn by the way. Daughter of Hercules and legacy of Bacchus and fourth cohort and whatever else bullshit titles you need. What's yours?" She looked at him as she raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him.

[September Storm]

Flynn. That's pretty. "New? I've been here for like... Three years," It seemed like a lot longer than that in all honesty, but the mental math checked out. He wasn't really offended by the fact that the girl had never noticed him. He wasn't exactly noticible. He was somewhat of a ghost at camp. He had noticed Flynn, though. She was kind of known for her wild parties, though September never had the courage to attend them.

Yet here she was, sitting besides him. "I'm in fifth cohort. We... Well, I'm sure you know all about our failures. Son of Chione." He hesitated on his mother's name, atleast the goddess who was supposed to be his mother. He often wondered if she watched over him. He doubted that she had too many other kids, and he hadn't met any at camp. The boy did kind of wish he had an older icy sibling to guide him though.

[Flynn McAlister]

"Three years?" Flynn said as she shrugged. "I guess you've been practicing, but we could use someone like you at our parties. You'd wouldn't be doing any party tricks or anything, but you'd have a whole lot of friends around here if you can serve up a good cold beer. I for one will help you with your powers or whatever shit. You seem pretty cool... no pun intended."

But the boy seemed pretty cool in her book even if he was trying to put himself down. "Nah, Fifth Cohort is cool. Probably a bunch of cinnamon rolls or something but my friend Jen was telling me how she got one chick drunk from there and she seemed like she could hang and hold herself. So I wouldn't put yourself down." But she noticed that the boy was holding back some pretty important information on her. "That's fine and dandy, but what's your name? Or do I start calling you Vanilla Ice or some shit?"

[September Storm]

A small giggle escaped the boys mouth to his utter embarrassment. He hated his laugh. If he even felt that he was passing as a boy then the feeling was shattered the moment he laughed. It was too high pitched and he usually went out of his way to avoid it. This time it just slipped out though, making the small boy blush slightly.

"I'm September. Like the month. Stupid, I know." he said shyly, hoping Flynn wouldn't give him flack for his name as so many people had in the past. He'd considered changing it all together, but seeing as he had yet to leave the camp since he arrived that seemed virtually impossible. Gods only know if he'd ever get to have the surgeries he needed. Binding was reasonable for day to day, but when in battle it wasn't an option.

[Flynn McAlister]

Flynn smirked as he heard the boy's laugh. It was cute and it was definitely a welcomed change from all the stuttering and blushing he was doing earlier. She raised her eyebrows as she waited to give her his name. But she finally got it after a few minutes and it was definitely a name she wasn't expecting. "September..." she said, trying the name out for herself. "I fucking like it. It's not stupid at all. It's unique." She chuckled a bit as she smirked a bit wider. "We need more unique names around this damn camp. I think it's just an American thing or some shit. But I like September. My mum's born in September, so I'm a bit biased to the month as well. But September... I think we'd be the best of friends once we get those powers of yours controlled. Have you ever been to a cohort party?"

[September Storm]

He slowly let his guard down the slightest bit, a small grin splitting his face. "I was born in September too!" He proclaimed with a childish excitement. He found his own joy embarrassing, whispering a small "sorry" as he averted his eyes. The boy was far too used to being ignored and his passions brushed off. He'd gotten way worse than disapproving looks for reacting too eagerly.

He shook his head slowly at her second statement. He'd seen the parties from afar but just the thought of being near so many people made him dizzy, and that was only the top of the iceberg. No doubt there'd be loud music and drunk teens and so much touching. He hadn't ever wanted to go to something like that, but if it got him closer to Flynn...

[Flynn McAlister]

"Ya?" Flynn asked with a chuckle and a wide smirk on her face. "Well I guess that month is good for more than one thing. And you can't forget which month you're born in, ya?" She stood up to brush herself off as she straightened up to catch the boy shaking his head. He had never been at a party before? What kind of life had he been living? "Well I'm gonna change it, but probably not right now. Maybe tonight. I'll definitely hit ya up when I hear of a killer party. But in the meantime..." she let her sentence drag on a bit as she extended her hand out to the boy. "Do you want to do a football scrimmage with me? Nobody here is good enough for a scrimmage but you might be an exception."