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(New account. Not really new to RP.)

It was a cool winter morning at Camp Half-Blood. The enchantment that kept the weather out of the camp was allowing a soft drift of snow.--

--Julia had just woken up an hour before daylight. She was dressed in a camp t-shirt, a pair of gray faded jeans, and her black converses.--

--She slipped on her jacket, walking out into the cold atmosphere, heading for the arena, her sword on her side, where it alway was.

{| Deleting my tweets because yeah.