THE SECOND HBH TEST DRIVE MEME!

[halfbloodhillmods]

The Test Drive Meme
A chance to test out character voices in an in-game setting before playing with them!

Who: Campers from all pantheons!
What: It's your free time! Grab some lunch or do one of your favorite activities at camp!
When: Mid-June, around lunchtime.
Where: Camp grounds.

This meme is open to anyone thinking of checking out the game, whether you've apped in or not! Feel free to tag in under one of the prompts or create your own thread. Have fun! :)

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Naomi Mikano (OC) - Daughter of Demeter

[serenesuccessor]

[Somewhere hidden among the rows of strawberries is the small form of a thirteen year old Naomi. She's taken to hiding in the fields, curling up and trying her best not to cry since she's arrived at Camp Half-Blood. Trying being the keyword.

Right now she's not all that successful, her face buried into her knees and her skinny shoulders trembling. She really doesn't want to be here. She doesn't want to be a demigod. She wants to be home with her family.

It doesn't help that if she did this back home - hid someplace to cry - Kou would always find her. He would appear, letting out a long suffering sigh before wiping her tears away and picking her up. But her big brother wasn't here now. Naomi was all by herself and the little girl just can't stop crying.]

[wordtechgodhood]

[Oh. Crying girls.

Dave doesn't do well with crying girls. Or.. crying anyone, but especially crying girls. Finding said distressed damsels weeping in strawberry fields isn't generally on his list of things to do, but it seems today the Fates want to have a bit of fun with the sixteen year old Texan.]

Er.

[Fuck, no, don't do that! Turn around and walk the fuck away, idiot, don't let her know you're there.]

.. 'S up.

[Smooth, Strider.]

[serenesuccessor]

[Her head shoots up at the voice, and almost immediately she wiping her eyes with her arm. Trying to hide them.

Still sniffling she blinks up at the teenager standing in front of her. Eyes unmistakably red.]

H-Hi.

[That might not be the answer he wanted, but she's not sure what else to say.]

[wordtechgodhood]

[Dave looks down at her for another moment. He can't very well leave now. Well, he could, but that'd make him one hell of an asshole and he's not really feeling those vibes today.

Besides, she's done nothing to bring that on herself.]

What are you cryin' for?

[serenesuccessor]

[That might not have been a good question to ask because her face crumples, an semblance of composure going up in smoke. The tears are back, slipping down her cheeks as she tries wiping them away - because she knows other campers think she's a crybaby. She doesn't want anyone to think that but!]

I-I wanna go home! I mis-miss my bi-big brother an-an-and Mom and D-Dad!

[Sorry Dave, you're stuck with a crying little girl for a bit longer.]

[wordtechgodhood]

[Oops.

His fists clench and unclench by his sides, then he crouches down by her, pulling a tissue from his pocket and holding it out. Time shenanigans, anyone?]

Always wondered why there weren't more sad kids in this place. People take it too easily, y'know? Fuckin' Stepford-esque if you ask me.

[serenesuccessor]

[She keeps wiping at her eyes, futilely, until she notices the tissue. With a mumbled 'thank you' she accepts it, blowing her nose.]

Peo-People keep telling me i-it's only for the sum-m-mer but I don't care. I wanna go home...

[Granted she's only been here for a few weeks but in Naomi's mind that hardly matters.]

[wordtechgodhood]

At least you ain't stuck here, right?

[He shifts, planting himself on the ground. Looks like he's in this for the long haul. Well, serves him right for being such a hopeless knight in shining armour.]

You get to go home, even if it ain't right now. I know, it's shit, most of us don't want to be here but that's how it goes. You take the good with the bad, make the best of it. Somethin' like that.

[Really, Dave? You're just talking out of your ass.]

[serenesuccessor]

[Her eyes widen, voice a little bit shrill.]

I could get stuck here!?

[wordtechgodhood]

[Hrk.]

Yo, lower the pitch an octave before you rupture half the camp's eardrums.

[He rubs one of his ears as if for emphasis.]

You got a home to go back to, right?

[serenesuccessor]

[She flushed, clapping her hands over her mouth. To his question she nodded, not wanting to risk high octaves again by accident.

[wordtechgodhood]

... Then you're probably fine. You miss your folks now, but you'll go back to 'em. It'll be done before you know it.

[serenesuccessor]

[Behind her hands she frowns. She doubts it will be done before she knows it but...

She holds out her pinky to him. Pinky promise Dave?]