Field berries. (Cameron)

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Hope rubbed her eyes. She had spent the last two and a half hours reading about Ancient Greece laws and capital punishment. Gods, they were cruel back then. Everything was death. You stole a piece of bread; death, you looked at somebodies wife funny;death. It was cruel. It also seemed unfair, Hope believed in justice and the law. Just like her mother, people deserved a fair trial. They deserved justifications. There was so much Hope didn't agree with when it came to Capital Punishment and the laws. But that was how things got changed. Civilization got to where they were today because of the mistakes in the past.

Getting up, Hope stretched starching her head softly. Letting out a long yawn. Hope reached for her sweater hanging on the owl wing coat hanger. Sliding it on she walked over to her desk grabbing a pen and paper. Looking at the picture of her mother, Hope smiled. They had the same curls and color of hair. They almost looked identical. "Like mother like daughter. Right? Hope smiled.

Walking out of Cabin Six, Hope hummed softly walking around the Camp. Walking over to the strawberry field, Hope jogged down. Smiling at the nymphs tending the field, Hope grabbed a basket pulling out her dagger walking down the rows, Hope sang with the nymphs cutting and adding strawberries into her basket.

Tossing off her jacket, Hope tied her hair back into a pony tail cutting off the sleeves of her shirt. The sun was shining brightly down on the field, it was the perfect heat too. Picking strawberries, Hope sighed eating one of them. "Mom, I kinda wish you were here. This would be a perfect time for a heart to heart, or just to talk. Catch up. I miss you mom..." Hope ranted off to herself softly walking to edge of the field sitting down eating a few strawberries before laying down enjoying the bright warm sun.

[Cameron Hale]

It was a rude way to wake up falling out of bed and onto one of his sister's high heels. Unfortunately that was how he woke up on most days. The beds were too small for his taste, and whenever he did fall asleep in his he always tossed and turned until he rolled off of it completely. Getting to his feet, Cameron nearly tripped over the blanket wrapped around his feet. Kicking it to the side, he sleepily stumbled over to one of his brother's side tables, checking the alarm clock. He would've checked his own, but that had been built into the stereo that Julia had destroyed yesterday. The stereo that was still lying in pieces on the cabin floor. I'll clean that up later. He told himself, before slipping a black t-shirt over his head. 

2:30. That'd meant he'd slept three hours if he'd fallen asleep at about 11:30. Personally he would've preferred at least five hours, but three was better than the usual zero. "Damn insomnia." Cam muttered, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. It was never a good feeling being tired all of the time, but it was one the demi-god had adjusted to. He'd learned to fit in sleep whenever he could so if he actually started to feel sleepy at whatever time of the day it was then he would just sit down and crash wherever he was. One time he'd ended up sleeping at the Aphrodite table in the dining hall for six hours. Slept right through dinner, and he ended up with a serious kink in his neck for days.

Snagging one of his many baseball caps off of his dresser, he placed it loosely on his head. It wasn't that his hair looked bad-because heck, it never did; his bad hair days were others' perfect hair days-,but the boy loved his hats. Cameron gave a quick glance in one of the many mirrors of the cabin, before deeming himself presentable and leaving the cabin. 

Wandering over to the strawberry fields, Cam snagged a handful of the berries for a sort of lunch substitution since he had missed it. As he worked his way through eating the strawberries, the boy wandered down the rows of strawberry plants. Luckily the camp didn't have a set schedule for him so he could waste as much time as he wanted.

Smiling to himself as he spotted a younger demi-god girl, Cam approached her. He was always up for a little company, if it was the company of a girl than even the better. One; it was so easy to make them blush. Two; they were typically easier to get along with. Any guy around camp pretty much hated the Aphrodite boys on principle so they weren't exactly too friendly towards him. "Hey, ma cherie." He flashed a charming smile, tipping his hat to her politely. "Mind if I join you? I'm your only option for a heart-to-heart right now anyways. Disappointing I know, but I promise I'm not that bad of company."

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[white] Closing her eyes, Hope sighed a bit eating the strawberries. They were honestly to die for. Camp Half-Blood was known for their strawberries. Hearing a voice Hope opened her eyes sitting up. Great. Aphrodite children. Putting on a smile, Hope got up wiping the strawberry juices off on the back of her leg. Laughing a little, Hope smiled, "Bonjour, je suis Hope." Smiling sweetly as she spoke French. Hope blushed a little at the boy. A girls one weakness. Sons of Aphrodite, even the Hunters would blush if one of them came up tot hem.

Now, the thing with the Aphrodite children is that they enjoy 'fooling around.' Mostly with other peoples love lives. And most of the time it was the Children them selves going into the battle field of love and breaking hearts let along helping the cause. Well, that was at least Hope's understanding. They were probably good people and all. Maybe. Some of them at least. Others Hope had heard were straight up mean and cruel. Those were the ones that think love is just a game, and nothing serious.

Sighing, Hope looked at the boy then at the fields, Hope nodded. "Well, I guess you do have a point there. Or I could just ignore you and continuing picking and eat the strawberries myself? The other option would be to continue picking strawberries with me and talk?" Hope asked her French accent extremely noticeable. Flashing a flirtatious smile as she got up walking towards the field. Stopping, turning back around, Hope looked at the boy. "You must think I'm terrible rude. I've seen you around before, many times actually but, what is your name again? It seems to be slipping from my mind." Hope asked sliding her hands into her pocket looking at the boy then at the ground not wanting to stare at his looks. Sons of Aphrodite were defiantly cute but like many cute things they had a dark side.

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[Cameron Hale]

Cameron raised his eyebrows a bit in surprise. He knew the girl definitely wasn't one of his sisters, so he hadn't been expecting her to reply in a foreign language, specifically French. "Bonjour mademoiselle Hope.." He greeted her politely., smiling back just as kindly. He could enjoy the company of almost anyone who could speak French. Sometimes he liked to think of it as his first language instead of English. It was just so much more beautiful and fluent than any other language. Well Italian was a nice flowing language as well, but French was just his preference. "Ravis de vous rencontrer."

Despite the fact that the girl was smiling at him, he could tell that something was off. Her smile was a little...fake, perhaps. He got that sort of a smile a good portion of the time. It was the oh-great-it's-an-Aphrodite-kid. Oh, how he loved the automatic judgement. He'd never actually done anything to bother the girl, but she was bothered anyways. Cam knew that was the fault of most of his siblings. Some of them weren't very nice people, and they could be extremely self-centered. And that attitude from them had given every single Aphrodite kid a bad reputation just by relation.

Cameron could tell that he knew this girl from around Camp, he just needed a minute to pinpoint the cabin. He'd never communicated with her directly, but he'd seen her just a few times and he'd heard of her. The boy had been around Camp a considerable amount of time now, and he'd taken it upon himself to know most peoples names and cabins. It just seemed like the polite thing to do, or at least that's what he thought.

"Well yeah I guess those are both options. However, the second one sounds a lot nicer than the first." The demi-god grinned right back, amused by the girl's flirty nature. Girls around camp hardly flirted with him anymore simply because they assumed his parental lineage made him automatically annoying. "Not at all," He plucked a strawberry off one of the many present plans. "I'm Cameron," He introduced himself, holding out the ripe strawberry for the girl, who'd he'd now identified as one of Athena's daughters. He knew it would come to him after a little bit. "So, you're from France?" Though it was more of a statement then a question. He knew the accent when he heard it. It was possible that she was from a part of French speaking Canada, but he was pretty sure she was just from wonderful old France. The accents, and the French used in the two areas often varied greatly. He'd been to both places so he knew the differences now.

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[white] Hope was impressed. The boy wasn't just a dummy who thought about his looks and ruining others love lives. He spoke French. Smiling she laughed a little. "Je suis pressionné. Vous n'êtes pas seulement un enfant idiot d'Aphrodite, vous êtes intelligent et parlent couramment le français. Bravo." The cute flirtatious smile came back across her face again. Hope was defiantly impressed with the amount of French the boy had known and understood. First impressions were something of great importance to Hope, not like it really mattered. She didn't plan on 'going out' with the boy. Just decided to have a little fun with him, that was all. A friend was slightly needed too.

Smiling at his pick of options, Hope wrapped her petite hand around his wrist walking into the fields with him. Seeing him pick a strawberry, Hope smiled finally hearing his name. Cameron! She finally realized who he was. The look and named finally clicked. Cameron was only a few years older then Hope was and spent a year at the Camp longer then she did. Stopping to face him, Hope gently placed both of her hands around his taking a bite of the ripe strawberry. "Mhmm... Perfect..." Hope muttered softly chewing the strawberry covering her mouth as she spoke. Strawberries were one of Hopes favorite fruits, she always remembered her father cutting up fresh strawberries and pouring cream over top with just a little pinch of sugar.

Nodding, Hope wiped the corner of her mouth. " Oui, I am from France. My father is still living in France. I've lived there my whole life until roughly a few years ago when the Camp was attacked from the cave," Pointing towards the form entrance to the Labyrinth. Hope had come only 20 minutes before that bloodshed of a battle broke out. "A demi-god who was well into her adult years was teaching at the school I attended when I was attacked at a very young age and she brought me here when I got attacked again." She sighed softly remembered the memories of her demi-god protector. Picking another strawberry, Hope bite into it looking at Cameron smiling. "What about yourself? Where are from? French isn't your first language obviously." Smirking as she ruffled with his hair just a little teasing him.

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[Cameron Hale]

Cameron wanted to roll his eyes a little at her surprise. Yes, some Aphrodite kids did have brains. What a shocker, he commented internally. "Merci. Vous etes tres intelligente trop." He chuckled, fixing the hat on his head till it was more to his liking. He wasn't too concerned if she thought he was a bit appearance conscious, because well he obviously was careful about maintaining his appearance. He couldn't help it if he liked to look good, that was all his mother's fault. "But I guess that figures since you're Athena's kid." The boy gave a small shrug of the shoulders. He didn't like to generalize, but with Athena's cabin it was safe to say that they were all a bunch of geniuses. Not all of them were complete nerds though, but there were quite a few that he'd met that that'd fall under that category. 

The son of Aphrodite was noticeably surprised as Hope leaned and bit off of the strawberry. Not that he really minded, but that wasn't what he had meant for when he'd offered her the small fruit. "What? Me or the strawberry?" He joked, chuckling to himself beneath his breath. Probably not his best joke considering some of these kids around camp couldn't take a joke, and would actually think he was being serious. This girl didn't seem that uptight though, so he figured she'd catch on. Plucking another strawberry off of the plant, Cam twisted the stem off of it before popping it into his mouth. "Not bad." The strawberries were slowly starting to satisfy his hunger after missing lunch..very slowly, but still. Growing boys needed to eat, and all of those other little annoying quotes that parents used on their little kids. Personally he'd never listened to a lot of those little tidbits of advice. Don't talk to strangers? Broken that rule. Eat all your vegetables? Broken that one too, but really who didn't? Broccoli and the like was all pretty tasteless, or worse, they just tasted terrible.

"What part of France?" He inquired, because he'd only ever been to the popular Paris, Nice, Nantes, and Lyon. Him, his dad and his little sister had gone on one of those few month long tours of Europe so he'd been to almost at least one city per European country. "Sounds like you showed up just before the worst of the battle, huh?" That was kind of unfortunate. If she'd have showed up only a couple of weeks later then she could've avoided that mess of a fight altogether. Cameron could easily remember the final battle and that was less than pleasant, not only to watch, but also to participate in. He'd seen a number of people get ripped up by monsters, and he, himself, had practically had his arm snapped like a twig. "Hey, hey! Don't diss my French and watch the hair!" Cam laughed, reaching down and messing up her hair with his fingers. "And me, I'm just from Seattle. Not nearly as impressive as France, but not a bad city."

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