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After leaving the group at the lake, Sam had let his amble wanderings lead him where they would. He didn't have a clear destination in mind, although he did consider heading to some of the areas that were bound to be densely populated by campers: The beach, for one, was always very popular, and there was bound to be at least a few people around the strawberry fields on most days. The forest was generally very popular place as well, but given it's size, actually running into anyone was a bit of a long shot, and one could easily get lost absentmindedly wandering through the trees. He didn't expect anyone to be up by the big house, and even if there was, he wasn't sure he would want to head up there. It wasn't a problem of inviting his dad (although he was almost certain that the Dionysus campers who would be the only ones okay with the god of wine being at the party, not that it would matter much, even if Sam didn't invite him, he would know) it was more that Sam wanted to avoid Chiron. He didn't think the centaur would approve of the party that Sam was planning to throw. Even getting alcohol into the camp behind Chiron's back could be difficult.
The big house wasn't usually very active anyways, with the exception of the few Apollo campers who would be manning the infirmary just in case, Sam didn't think he'd find anyone there.
Instead he found himself walking into the amphitheatre, somewhere else that - on the exception of nights when there were camp-wide camp fires - was usually only frequented by Apollo campers and the few other musically-inclined demi-gods. In Sam's experience, generally it was empty. Yet it seemed that on that day the fates had decided to throw someone his way. There was indeed someone in the amphitheatre; a blonde sitting at the piano and playing scales. She looked vaguely familiar to Sam, and after a moment, he figured that she was the leader of the Apollo cabin. Seeing as Samantha was the cabin leader of the Dionysus cabin, Sam could recognize all the other cabin leaders. Of course, as Sam, she was someone different, and wouldn't know them at all. "I'm surprised to see someone around here at this time of day." Sam commented, walking up to the piano, "I would be expecting everyone to be messing around elsewhere, or getting ready for lunch."
Shrugging, he moved around the piano so he was standing beside the girl. ”Although I suppose I can’t talk, seeing as I’m here right now, mostly due to absentminded wandering.” The piano bench – like most – was big enough for two people in case of duets, and without asking permission or commenting, Sam perched on the end of it. ”So, Apollo kid I take it?” he asked, sticking out his hand, ”I’m Sam. Pleased to meet ‘cha.”
|{OOC: outfit: here, fedora: here.
I am so not happy with the size of this post .___.}|
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