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Cleo slowly gathered her own emotions as the girl seemed to make connections onto the event that just happened. She sighed and ran her hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face while she finished calming down. Trying to cheer her up? She didn't know that ESA dogs were allowed in camp but she pulled back from the dog. She wasn't taking any chances today, she was having a hard enough time not going into a panic at this time. "Thanks but no thanks. I don't need cheering up." she hated that stereotype, that they just needed to be magically healed and it'll go away. The only thing that will make it go away is her being able to feel safe. To fight. She needed to be able to feel stronger.

"Cerberus?" she questioned at the girl, shaking her head. "No. A hell hound." she said simply, correcting the girl. She had to be new,
just judging by the way she processed the information. She listened to her commentary on her own matters and tilted her head. Must have had a run in with a minotaur. "I...guess." she said questionable, curious as to the girls motives for talking to her. "The likely hood of that is extremely low though. Dogs on the other hand are very common."

Sentiment was never one of Cleo's strong spots. She had left with the idea of never coming back. She was a adult after all, she could take care of herself and do what she wanted with a bit of freedom. She had that freedom all her life, as a kid she could come and go as she pleased and really lacked and restraint. Troublemaker was synonym for her name at this point. However as much as she thought it was behind her, her past defined her.

When she made it back to New York, the priestess that took care of her as a kid once again found her, no doubt knowing how to find her easily after years and years following her when she snuck out. Cleo ignored all warnings of danger, she just wanted to move on. She got a part time job at a bookstore, she flopped from place to place staying where she could. Some of her godly siblings that had left to live with her now husband, others, old friends and new. However as time went on she grew comfortable and that was her mistake.

All of her training had gone to waste when she was attacked. She was helpless. It had been in a dark alley and before she could react a hell hound had her pinned down and was trying to rip out her throat. She screamed and shook and nothing changed, she would have died had it not been for a lone demigod that had saved her. She doesn't remember much afterwords. They had walked her back, and she began to cry she remembered. Arrogant arrogant girl. She left for camp the next day.

And now she sat here, in the mess a day of food in front of her that was untouched. She needed training. She needed help. She never wanted to feel that weak again.

Cleo let his words sink in, not saying much after he spoke. Theo had a point but it was a point that she had a hard to visualizing. Having a home and going away? Special talents that was hidden? None of those seemed to peek Cleo’s mind or make her feel any better than she did currently. Cleo was cynical and she knew that. She saw the worst and always attributed it to how she grew up, but he made her think for a moment. What if she was cynical not because of how she grew up but because she wanted to be, she wanted to see the worst in the world.

She blinked twice at the boy before raising her eyebrow “You make it sound like being a normal person is the equivalent to the plague.” She said taking another bit of her food before returning to what she was saying “Being normal isn’t terrible, it’s just a idea. And like all ideas some people believe it and others don't. It doesn’t make them any less than us for believing it or us anything else for wanting to join it. But to answer your question no, I don’t want to be different. I'm already ordinary, i don’t see different as a way to describe me.”

Cle had enjoyed their walk to the mess, but now there and with food, she didn't know how to take his questions. Interested  wasn't usual for cleo, and now she had to think back. Does she lie? Save her stories for herself? Keep her life simple? That wouldn't work. besides he thinks she is interesting, maybe he actually wants to know. His last comment made her laugh as she sat down with her food, staring at it for a while before she stared.

"I don't remember my dad. He is the only thing in my life i've never been able to remember. The first real memory I have was at the orphanage. I was there all my life. After a dgo attacked me and a few others, they stopped setting up adoptions for me. When I was sixteen, I found someone apparently had tried to adopt me but couldn't since I had no papers. He never came back after that, guess there weren't second chances after all. I gave up hope, so I left." she said with her hands wrapped around a cup of coffee before taking a sip. "I wouldn't odd jobs here and there. Then attacks became more frequent and only a year ago I found out who I was from my 'caretaker' and came here. No adventures, just staying alive the best I could." she admitted, picking at her food, before looking up. "okay. eye for a eye, what's your story." she said taking a bite of her food.

Theo was something else alright. Cleo wouldn’t believe anyone that said that this kid was going to come and do this to her day. Was it a bad thing? So far not, but he seemed to dig into places she wasn’t use to being dug into. It unsettled her slightly, not that she’d ever tell. Maybe she was just not use to people trying to get deeper into her, she prided herself in making people run and making them run fast. The girl with no emotions, the fearsome lurker of the Athena cabin. As if.

A Good eye for reading people? Cleo was spectacle and raised an eyebrow at the boy. Reading her huh? She highly doubted his ability to read her, but then again who knew what magical little abilities he had. “Just as long as this reading doesn’t include tarot cards or a crystal ball.”

Isn’t it enough to know that at least one person sees something that really separates you from the rest?

That made the girl stop her joking for a moment and turn serious? Was he for real? She doubted it but, if it was true. That would be a first. She had gone her whole life without anyone and without being wanted. Interesting wasn’t in her skill sets, she didn’t know how to react to someone, well, complementing her. Her hand around her camera tightened slightly as she thought for a moment before putting back on her clear face. “I Guess so.” She said very simply compared to before. She didn’t know how to take that information, it wasn’t fact or theory it was opinion and it messed with her rational brain. “Being interesting isn’t something I strive for. “

“magnificent huh?” Cleo raised a eyebrow at the similarly named boy and laughed. “Must be some sort of magic to earn a magnificent.” she smirked slightly before looking back at the water. It was some sort of trick. Most people wouldn’t know now to handle that kind of happenings, her overly logical brain took over before she could do anything really.

She laughed at what he said. “Bonus points?” This kid was something else she’d give him that. “I’ll guess I’ll take them. Cash them in for a prize later” She recognized the look in his eyes, that said he had seen pass whatever wall she put up. Few people did, maybe he earned some bonus points of his own. He said nothing of it though and that was the real surprise. Most people didn’t know how to keep their mouth shut or keep things to themselves. Some serious bonus points, she thought to herself. Interesting. He thought she was interesting? Cleo sorta stopped at that second. Cleo had always seen herself as someone who was unoriginal and plain. This guy thought she was something else. “I wouldn’t say interesting.” she said simply, looking out at the fog settling on the lake “I just am how I am”

Cleo had to admit, this guys sarcasm was a good match for her own which was hard to come by. For once her smirk wasn't leaving her face and she was actually enjoying talking to someone. She chuckled slightly when he made a comment about her experience. "I wouldn't say experience, more like I know how to capture things that are." Her smirk grew slightly "Magical."

"I'd hope I have some talent or else I have wasted so many so many years on a skill i'm not even good at." The idea of that sank in her soul, geez how much of a waist of life time would that be. She saw no point in wasting life, she wanted to use as much of it as she could before she enviably died. No one lived for ever and she knew that much. "Good, then my strategy has worked this long." she joked when he sad he had never seen her around. That was sorta hypocritical though. Didn't want to waste life yet she spent most of her time alone in her cabin. She lazily held up her hand in a slight wave "Nice to meet you, I'm Cleo." Yes she did completely ignore her actual name, no one was allowed to call her that though.