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All children, except one, grow up.
“I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.”
Jacob McIntyre | 17 | Son of Hebe
Four things to know about me:
My favorite story and movie is Peter Pan
I'm ridiculously shy and it frustrates me
I can't dance to save my life
I have a girlfriend, Ginger, and she's lovely
This is an RP account. Face Claim is the lovely Rollo Weeks. All gifs are actually mine, unless tagged as 'not mine'. If reblogged, it's probably from my personal account.
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That's really good to hear.
I missed you so much.
The war's over, right?
“Yes!”
“And Ginger’s here, sweetheart.”
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The war's over, right?
So then, has anyone seen Ginger?
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This is where my girlfriend would come in handy. She's a daughter of Hecate. Y'know ... magic, and stuff.
I, uh, haven't seen you around before ... though that's not really saying much. Are you ... are you new? I'm, er, Jacob. Son of Hebe - though not much like her, unfortunately...
I've been stuck in Cabin 9 for the war,
Sorry. Can’t help you there.
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I've been stuck in Cabin 9 for the war,
and I still haven't managed to talk to anyone. This whole 'shy' thing is getting ridiculous. Anyone got a spell or something to cure it?
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Favorite movie and movie genre?
Peter Pan, and ... Kids movies. Does that count as a genre?
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What animal do you think that assembles you the most?
I guess the obvious answer is a mouse.
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The first thing you thought when people started talking with you in Camp..?
I could barely believe it. I guess my first thought was 'why?'
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Hebe
by Antonio Canova, 1800-05,
Hermitage Museum, Saint Petersburg, Russia.
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About a month and a half, I think.
Which should have been more than enough time to settle into camp, but I chose to hide in my cabin instead. Hermes kid, huh? That's cool. I hear your cabin's always full to bursting, though.
Seems like the wave of new people never stops.
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