![]() Yes they still have community bathrooms at camp. One thing she didn't miss about Camp Jupiter, the community bathrooms. With her armor off she moved to the bathroom. She decided it was fine, a mere scratch compared to the usual demigod wound. The skin around it still enflamed, but blood wasn't covering anything. Her fingers grazed the flesh wound gently. The golden chest plate being cast aside next to the helmet as she decided to examine her knee once more. With her hands free, Hazel undid the straps to her armor. Nico must have been helping the infirmary again, or seeing his boyfriend. She smiled to herself, tossing her helmet to her coffin-like bed, and dropping her sword to the side. Humming to herself was she swung open the door, Hazel was greeted by a vacant cabin. Even if one was Greek and the other Roman, Nico was still her brother. Nico could always protect himself, no assistance required, but Hazel felt like it was a duty placed upon her by their shared father. As well as possibly threaten him if he would ever to hurt her brother. Unable to resist, Hazel also came to camp to meet him. It was a nice gesture, Hazel supposed.Īnd two, Hazel learned that Nico has began dating a certain son of Apollo. Although Jason had pictured it for Camp Jupiter, the Greeks felt the need to honor Jason as well. One, Camp Jupiter sent her to help the camp out as well as help achieve Jason's dream of building cabins. Hazel was merely visiting for two reasons. She couldn't ask for the cabin to change, after all, she didn't live here. The green torches shining through small windows Hazel insisted on creating gave the cabin a ghoul-ish feel. Her cabin, although made of obsidian, was easy to find. Scurrying to her cabin, her golden eyes scanned the area instinctively. "Might as well get ahead of the ache." Hazel murmured to herself. As soon as the adrenaline wore off, Hazel would be more sore than she was at the moment. She walked to the Hades cabin again, faster as she felt her hands stop shaking. The shirt she wore stuck to her back as sweat continued to come from her. Sighing contently as it cooled her body for one moment. She smiled and savored the short flash of cold, crisp summer air. Compared to the 90° weather the day before, the 76° weather she faced now was heaven.Ī rare wind blew at her. The air was humid, but the weather was overall not as bad as it had been previously that week. The sun beat down on her viciously, not that Hazel minded. The cabins surrounding her as she stumbled on her way. The dirt paths of Camp Halfblood seemed rural. Her shoulders trembled, her body was still at a level of physical strain from training. The helmet she had on her head was quickly discarded and placed under her arm. The injury remaining clean and not bloodied as the 14 year old walked to her cabin. Her jeans had ripped at the knee, and the skin was barely injured. She grimaced as her feet fully throbbed with each step. Curls sticking to her forehead, the sides of her face, and the back of her neck. Her body desperately trying to calm its rhythm with each breathless laugh escaping her lungs and through her lips. The adrenaline from sparring against a younger camper had yet to wear off. Her clothes were drenched under her armor, and her hands were shaking. If she was lucky, she would get to shower. With her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, Hazel wanted nothing more than to go back to her cabin and change. Hazel Levesque was tired, sore, and most importantly, Hazel was sweaty.
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