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[Kevin Cook]

Kevin was frustrated in more ways than one. The Hephaestus boy he was trying to see just up and left camp and none of his siblings seemed interested in pulling good pranks. So he had to take out his frustrations one way or another. He was reusing a prank from before, but thank the gods that it was a really hot day outside.

He had filled up a bucket full of water balloons and he was on the roof of the cabins. He would wait on one of the roofs until a camper came outside. Then he would get them with a balloon then teleport to another cabin roof so he wouldn't get caught. He had done it about five times already and he was on the roof of another one. He was getting bored with this prank so he decided this one would be the grand finale. Soon enough, he heard the cabin door open and he waited until someone was below him before he dumped the entire contents of his bucket on the unsuspecting camper.

[Dru Alberts]

It had been such a nice day. Dru had been just early because she was finally out of her cast. Finally! She could actually wear some cute clothes that wouldn't be ruined by her obnoxiously large boot. She had a good training day, and how she was about to go develop some of her film in one of the dark rooms in the arts building. It had been part of what she had shot that day in the woods when she has met Ash. Nice kid, though there was a lot of gossip around camp about him. Whatever it was it was no concern to her. However on this how so nice day, as she walked out of her cabin, film stripes in hand, out of no where what felt like a bucket of water had hit her. More like water balloons.

"WHAT THE HELL" She literally screamed at the top of her lungs and she shot her head up. Some boy, so boy sitting on the roof. H e w a s d e a d. "What in the name of Hades do you think you are doing?!?! Im soake-" No. nononononon. She looked down in her hands, what has once been her box of film was now filling a small pool of film, slowly dissolving. "MY FILM" She threw her box down in rage. If he had been close enough he could probably feel the heat radiating off her or see the flames in her eyes.

Dru had never been one to train on her powers, she didn't like to use them. So when small stones and bones started to literally fling themselves out of the ground she freaked out. Stumbling backwards and falling to the ground, into the now wet and muddy ground. Let's make a list shall we. Film? Ruined. Cute new dress? Ruined. Dru? Soaked to the bone. Kid on the roof? "IM GOING TO KILL YOU." Dead. The daughter of Hades declared him D E A D.

[Kevin Cook]

Kevin laughed to himself once the grand finale was finished and he got the reaction he was looking for. He should've teleported away once it was over, but he decided to stay and admire his handiwork. And that was a long enough of a stall for her to catch a glimpse of him. Show time was over and he was going to teleport away to safety when he heard her scream again. Her film? Oh shit. She was an artist like him, but her medium seemed to be with cameras. And the fact that he probably ruined whatever project she was working... it didn't settle with him right and he had to fix it even if the damage was done.

So he teleported down to the front of the cabin just in time to catch the girl falling into a mud puddle. He winced a bit when he realized that this situation was worse and it got much worse when she announced his death. He put his hands out in front of him as he tried to calm her down and attempt to rectify the situation. "I'm really sorry about your film," he said calmly as he winced a bit. "Like, really sorry." He took a step closer to her as he lend a hand out to her. "Do you need help up?"

[Dru Alberts]

Dru was often told she was too hot headed for her own good. She still didn't know what they were talking about as she plotted this kids death. This was justified. This was only months of work, while in a cast,ruined. Yes, Chiron would completely understand this. This wasn't over reacting. Okay maybe it was but she did not care at all.

When he suddenly appeared near her, she figured he must have power similar to her shadow travel. Water balloons, a type of teleportation. Great, figures a Hermes kid. She huffed as she glared at the guy he was trying to apologize to her, small stones still making their way to the surface, feeding off her angry."Sorry about my film? That was MONTHS of footage! Who am I am even kidding, not like you care." she spat back, livid was a understatement. She took a breath to try to calm her powers down before a freaking skeleton appeared or something like that. She closed her eyes for a second, long enough for the boy to think she had calmed down before swiping her hand across the muddy dirt, straight towards him. "No, No I don't." She said very coldly, slowly pushing herself off the ground and attempting to futilely dust off the mud that had already stained her dress probably. "I don't need any help from you." She said before turning around to see the damage. Good news, when she threw her box down most of the water got out. Bad news is pieces were sticking out of the mud. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her murdering vibes down before she actually did kill the boy, picking up her box and sorting through what she could salvage.

[Kevin Cook]

Kevin knew he screwed up and he screwed up badly. His pranks were never meant to harm anyone and it was not the case. He swore underneath his breath and ran his hands through his hair once he realized that she wasn't going to accept his hand up. He screwed up badly and he understood that there was probably no way to remedy it.

And she was mad enough to splash mud onto him. He winced a bit, but he took a deep breath as he said, “I totally deserved that. You're welcome to do that again if you want to.” It seemed like the least he deserved after what he had pulled on her. But he watched her dig around in the mud salvaging her film and he wanted to help, but he didn't want to upset her again.

“You're more than welcome to destroy my notebooks,” he said after a few moments of silence. “I write novels and those take months to complete. You're welcome to destroy them in the mud so we're slightly even. I know it won't make up for anything, but you might feel better doing so.”

[Dru Alberts]

She sighed as he apologized again, seeing a skull starting to appear in the mud before very angrily stomping in back into the ground, probably more dramatic than she needed to. It probably looked like something out of a anime but boney no more was all she cared about.

More mud, this kid could definitively deserve. Dru could see it was seriously obvious that he was sorry back it. Whatever, deal with your guilty conscious then. Wasn't her fault. She stopped midway picking up the piece of film when he gave his offer. He was writer? Destroy his stuff in return? She stood up and slowly turned around to look at him, with the biggest WTF on her face. She honestly had no response for what he said. She stared at him for a moment before walking up closer to him, with her box under her arm. She looked at him for a second before quickly pushing him backwards into the mud.

"There. That made me feel better." She said simply, her voice a lot calmer and softer than before. "I have no deserve to destroy someones work purposely." Okay, yikes, even Dru knew that was harsh. Very Harsh. She sighed out and ran her free hand through her wet hair, moving it back into place. "Sorry. I know you didn't mean to. It was just a prank that went too far. I have more film anyways It will be fine." eventually. He seemed to be honestly taking it worst than her.

Now the hero came in, Fire soared through the walls of the cabin, makings some sort of hissing noise and started to pull at the boys shirt. He was so angry that even the kid had to be able to see him, his heatless flames pouring out of the little foxes body. She shook her head and tried shooed him away. "Fire now is not the time to play hero." Nothing but more growls. She facepalmed and shook her head. "So vicious." she said rolling her eyes "He wont hurt you. He couldn't if he tried. Just kinda, nom on you."

Okay Dru wasn't a genius but she knew a good plan when she felt it. "You're a writer?" Maybe this day wasn't going as south as she thought. "You want to make it up to me?"

[Kevin Cook]

Kevin thought he was trying to be helpful, but he could tell by the look on the girl's face that he was anything but. He swore underneath his breath as he reached up to rub the back of his neck. In his novels, he could just make everything better, but there was no way that this could transfer to reality. He wasn't really paying attention to notice that the girl walked up to him before he noticed his balance was off and he fell backwards into the mud. And there he was laying on his back soaked with mud. "I'm glad that did," he said with a bit of a smirk as he decided to lay there for a moment or two. He didn't want to get up too soon in case he made her even angrier.

But as soon as he tried to get up, he was attacked. It was a cute little ghost fox, but he was aggressively tugging on his shirt. "Oh for fox's sake," he said with a laugh as he sat up and moved to shoo the creature away from him. "Vicious little attack animal you got there," he said with a chuckle as he looked up at the girl with a cocked eyebrow. "I am a writer. How can I be of your service?"

[Dru Alberts]

Dru had to admit, seeing him covered in mud made her want to laugh. She didn't but she wanted to. He wasn't forgiven yet, but his death was no longer the first thing on her mind. It was a start. For the hot headed girl she was calming down rather quickly. She rolled her eyes when he smirked, but not as harshly as before. It was a step.

One chuckled, then two escaped her lips when he made that stupid freaking pun, and a stupid smile wouldn't go off her face no matter how much she tried. "fox's sake? Really? Gods I hope your writing is better than your puns." She said one thing, but the smile still plastered on her face said otherwise. "Vicious is a way to put it. Guess you must have some guts in you if this is how you are reacting to Fire. Most people think they are literally losing there mind. In your case though i guess you have to have one first." Her tone was shifting more from the harsh voice it had been before to her normal sarcastic tone of voice.

"The film that is now unusable was for a film contest I was planning of enter in a week." She said simply, looking down at the boy, hand on her hip. "Since I'm short on time I need to switch it up quickly. Write me a screenplay. Something original, That way I don't have to rethink the entire concept myself. And help me film it so I can make it on time." Honestly, she was shot on ideas towards the end of filming so this could work in her favor. "Make it something good and I'll completely forgive you. No hard feelings or literal skeletons in your closet." she said with a slight smirk, holding her hand out to him in a all too familiar stance from moments ago. "Deal?"

[Kevin Cook]

"Hey now," Kevin said as he moved to sit up in the mud as he looked up at the girl. "Don't go around dissing puns. They're beautiful works of art when executed properly, like just then. I saw that smirk on your face." He chuckled before he winked at his potential murderer. If he could keep her smiling and laughing, then she would be less likely to murder him and not being murdered seemed to be Kevin's main goal of the day. He glanced over to the little ghost fox as he shrugged his shoulders. "I've seen weirder in fiction," he said before he looked back up at the girl. "But it's cute in a I'm gonna nom on you to death kind of way."

But then came the terms of making this all better. He cocked an eyebrow at her before he said, "Write you a screenplay? That shouldn't be too hard? Do you have a theme in mind or how long it should be?" But he figured he was might as well do the screenplay, since it was the least he could do for her. "Okay, deal," he said as he reached up to shake her hand. However, he didn't let go and instead tugged on her arm to pull her into the mud with him. He was probably going to die for that act, but he couldn't pass it up.

[Dru Alberts]

Dru rolled her eyes dramatically at the boy who nearly died. "Yeah whatever you say Mud Boy. Believe what you want." Okay, maybe she was still smirking slightly, she just found it amusing, she was still pissed about her work. She wasn't about to forgive this jerk off so quickly. As he spoke of Fire she looked over at the little ghostly inferno, they had always shared a connection, whatever she felt he felt. It was no surprise that she could see his tail dying down as she did as well, still fully ready to attack at a moments notice. Nom to death? Probably but he didn't need to know he was right.

"Shouldn't be too hard?" She laughed and smirked a grin that was more sinister than amused. "Good. Cause you have till tomorrow evening. Not too hard right?" Would it be hard? probably not if he was as good as a writer as he claimed, but she needed to motivate him somehow, and pride was always a assured way. He went to shake her hand and everything nice had broke off as she was yanked forward.

Once again covered in mud by pretty boy Dru took about two seconds before she her face went red again. "SERIOUSLY DUDE. WHAT IN THE NAME OF HIM IS WRONG WITH YOU." She huffed out before she laid a pretty good right hook on her shoulder. Fire had, once again commences his noming, with as little effect as earlier. "Do you just had a death wish or do you honestly think this is fun!" she toned down her voice, splashing what little mud hadn't dried up yet at him angrily. Dru was usually mature, but pouting seemed appropriate right now.

[Kevin Cook]

He had until tomorrow evening and she had no themes in mind? Kevin had his work cut out for him, but he was quite sure that he could handle this. He already had a plot running around in his mind and he had a feeling that she would like it. Hell, he would even volunteer himself as an actor as needed. But Kevin shook his head as he agreed that it wouldn't be too hard. Besides, he would have to write an extra good script to make up for what he was planning on doing to the girl.

And things went off without a hitch. Well, as much as a hitch as you an get for getting socked in the shoulder and have a fox nom on your pants leg again. He winced a bit as he reached over to rub out the spot she had hit. "Have you ever considered taking up boxing or something. Damn. That hurt." He rolled his shoulder as she splashed mud at him. He looked over at her and smirked as he dared to eye her a bit. "Well, I think you're having fun, even if you won't admit it." He shook his leg as he looked down at the fox. "Or at least this one is. Damn. I might need to replace my pants after this."

[Dru Alberts]

Dru felt proud of herself when the boy said something about her taking boxing classes. "Damn right it better, you deserved it." She said rolling her eyes at him. She did smirk ever so slightly when he referred to Fire as at least having fun. Dru chuckled ever so slightly, looking down at him before saying a few phrases in latin, before the fox decided to go give up and make its way to her shoulder to nest. "You probably will need to. Then again I will need to replace everything I'm wearing too." she said, her voice finally loosing all the bitterness and sass. Dru may be hot headed but she did cool down quickly. Well, quick enough.

"Fun? I wouldn't say so much, but I am amused if you must know." she said looking down at the already drying mud. Well, that was one way to flip a entire day around. Thanks to this, this, kid. "Though you are luck I am amused. Less likely to Kill you or accidentally summon a army of skeletons. Or launch a a stone at your face by accident."

[Kevin Cook]

"Didn't say I didn't," Kevin said with a bit of a chuckle as he massaged out the muscle and rolled his shoulder a bit more. The pain was now a dull ache, which he decided he could live with for now as he moved his hand away before eyeing the girl. Yes, she was a mess with mud all over her outfit, but other people would find it hot if there was also a second girl with her covered in mud. But at the mention of replacing her clothes, Kevin eyed the outfit a little bit closer before he stated, "You can get it out. Might need a little bleach and a few tears, but mud is relatively easy to get out." He shrugged his shoulders before he added, "Or I can go shopping in the Aphrodite cabin for you."

"I'll take that," Kevin said as he laughed a bit. "I found that people are less likely to murder you if you can make them laugh or at least amuse them. I'm glad that I can live to see another day."

[Dru Alberts]

Dru smirked slightly as he joked with her. Maybe being pranked wasn't the worst thing that could have happened this day. She just shook her head at the boy and laughed. "For now, If you can't get me a screenplay in time I can't say you won't die. I still have to submit this in time." she said playfully serious. She needed to submit that, unlike everyone else here she planned to leave and go to college and have a life and a name for herself outside of this place. "Well I've going to go see what i can scrap and change." she said simply, looking at the boy with a slight, more innocent than the prior ones. If he fucked this up though he was dead. So dead. "You have till the end of the week Kevin." she said simply before heading back into her dark cabin for a gods damn shower.