Home, Sweet Home

Or, at least, she hoped. It wasn't like Annabella was negative, and hated every second she spent at the camp. She loved it here, the outdoors, the sun and all the things she got to do. But, sometimes, training just became boring, and being a year-round camper, she missed her mom and sisters.
She laid on her bed, sighing, looking up at the celling of the cabin. Twirling in her fingers, was the pick she got from her father. It wasn't magical, it wasn't important, but it was enough, it meant enough to her, for her to want to go to camp. It let her know her father did care. At least, a little.

Annabella sat up, holding the pick tight in her hand. "Umm... hello?"

Annabella placed her feet on the floor. She wasn't a fan of the dark, and having the door shut meant there was dark, encroaching on her home, shrine of the sun god. It was supposed to be light in the cabin, causing her to grow increasingly more uncomfortable.
"Annabella," she replied, not mentioning her father, due to the fact that she was in Apollo's cabin. "Do you need help with something?" She wasn't sure why he had come to visit, she didn't seem to get many visitors until camp got into full swing.

Without warning, she felt pressure on her back. So much, that she went tumbling down, falling off her bed, landing on her hands and knees on the floor. The pick in her hand was pressing into her skin, she was holding it so hard it was starting to indent her skin. She gave a huff, standing up and opening the door, letting light back into the usually bright cabin.
"If you're going to be a jerk, Logan," she said, anger in her voice, "Then why don't you get out?"

Being called weak didn't bother Annabella. She knew to pick her battles, and she knew not to fight with Logan. Had he not left, she would have.
She sat back down on her bed, then laid down. Going horizontal was her mistake, for as soon as her head hit her pillow, she was asleep

I Walk in I Follow. i hear snoring, and whisper to kyle "I Think she is asleep."

Annabella didn't wake, she was a sound sleeper. After all, she had slept through two hurricanes before. She just rolled over, the pick still tight in her grasp. She didn't snore, or drool or talk in her sleep, but she had a tendency to flinch and twitch a bit. Not so much that it looked like she was having a seizure, but like a dog looked when they were dreaming, like they were chasing something.

I Make the mistake of making a wall collapse.


OOC: Indigo kyle.

Annabella twitched in her sleep. Whined a "Go away," and rolled over, still asleep, assuming the noise came from her dream

As the door made a thud on the ground, Annabella woke up, sitting up, looking around at the cabin and cursed to herself. "Who did this?" She yelled.

Annabella had no clue who she was, or who here brother was, but at the sound of a monster, off in the distance, but seeming to get closer, she stood and prepared to arm herself. From under her bed, she grabbed her sword, about three feet long made of shining metal. While she and her siblings were all skilled at shooting a bow and arrow, she did her best to grab a sword whenever possible. She didn't want to limit herself. "What was that?" she asked, still not sure of the girl's name.

"Well, that's not good." She put on her running shoes, tying the laces tight, and walked out the cabin door. "I'm Annabella, by the way. You are?" she asked the girl.

"Nice to meet you," Annabella said, smiling at the girl.

2 Knifes sprouted at my feet, "KYLE!!!" I Land beside her with gashes on me. "Its here." i say getting up.

Annabella watched the girl's arsenal expand, and when she yelled 'kyle,' assumed that was the brother she had mentioned.

Seeing the large monster, made Annabella stand stiff for a moment. It was the first monster she saw up close and in person. "Somehow, I don't think puff the magic dragon is that large..." Where was a child of Ares when you needed one?