Samantha Adams

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Samantha was deep in concentration at her desk, a finger twirling through a strand of dirty blonde hair, writing out her thoughts in her private diary. It was another rant about her arch-rival Evelyn, the girl was taking up more and more of her reports lately. Mostly due to the awful pranks she kept pulling on her, what was that girl’s deal anyway? From there her focus shifted to Sage and her other half-siblings, writing out who was up to what and which ones she’d need to keep an extra eye on. They were fortunate to have such a caring older sister like her who gave so much thought to their upbringing.

When she heard a knock at her door her eyes shot up off the page. Who could it be? She thought, the answer came very quickly when she heard the high pitched voice calling for her and…moral support?! That was her cue, so she shot up from her chair real quick and bolted towards the door. Opening it, a large grin on her face, “Willlloooowwwwww” she called out embracing the girl with a tight warm hug. “How are you girl?” It had been awhile since she’d seen her friend and she wanted to know everything. Out of her many friends from camp Willow was the one she had the most hope in. So many other campers thought Samantha was crazy for not wanting to indulge in all the…extra curricular activities Camp Halfblood had to offer. And while she had opinions on some of Willow’s behavior, the girl never seemed to shun her and she always appreciated that. If Willow needed support, Samantha was here to offer it!

Samantha paused, thoughtfully taking in everything Helena was saying to her about the permanency of love, to be honest she wasn’t completely thrilled with everything she was hearing but she knew Helena had a trustworthy reputation when it came to sharing advice on love. Samantha’s eyes flashed briefly when Helena casually mentioned not being able to control who you are falling for, man…or woman. Shoot, she cursed inwardly, had the girl caught onto her? These Aphrodite children were tricky when it came to picking up on stuff like this, plus if she was honest with herself she hadn’t exactly been very subtle. Perhaps it was time to reveal more? No, no she couldn’t do that! Samantha’s internal dilemma was building to a climax and it actually started to make her feel physically nauseous. What to do, what to do, what to dooooooo?? Helena's words hit her; ‘no risk, no reward.’

“EVELYN!” she finally burst out loud, “I think I have feelings for your sister!!!” The dam inside her had burst and there was no going back now, but her hands immediately clasped over her mouth in shock. “Oh gosh, I can’t believe I said that!” she said, panicking slightly, but it did feel good to get this off her chest. “Helena, what am I going to do? I can’t be falling for her? I hate her! No offensive, I know she's family. But come on, you have to know just how much this DOESN'T make sense right?!?” she looked straight at the Aphrodite girl, eyes pleading for answers that she couldn't find herself.

Samantha did her best to stifle a giggle as the poor frightened Hephaestus girl squeaked out her name. She could see her embarrassment, this poor girl clearly was inexperienced when it came to social skills. Samantha could read just about anybody but Aphrodites so she easily picked up on Kenna's kind and gentle soul. This little girl might be shy but she wanted friends and lucky for her she was about to make friends with the best girl on camp! Samantha’s motherly instincts kicked in as she promised herself internally she’d protect this precious little treasure.

“Awwwww sweaty, I’m sure you are VERY interesting. You Hephaestus campers build things right? That’s an incredible skill, something I could never do. We all have our talents and strengths and Athena can teach us how to use them to accomplish all of our goals. As long as you don’t allow yourself to get distracted!” she warned at the end. She knew Kenna was probably too shy to ever get in trouble with boys or other interruptions, but a good lecture never hurt anyone.

Smiling, she waited patiently watching Kenna run to her bag, curious what the girl would bring back. When she saw what it was she was struck by the genuine kindness shown to her. “Kenna, thank you so much! You didn’t have to do this?! I absolutely will practice with it. You know what, who needs stance training? I wanna test this out!” she beamed turning from the dagger back to Kenna. “Want to practice with me?” she challenged.

No one, #StayPure

I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!

Samantha Adams

“Ohhhh no no no no it can’t be love can it??? This is just temporary right!? ” Samantha didn’t know much about how Aphrodite empathy worked but she was aware they could read and pinpoint emotions well. For much of her life love was just a distraction from her goals; a side path not worth taking. Sure at some point it would benefit her to marry, but that was based around strategy, not feelings. Being the daughter of a powerful senator, she knew the important role she would have to play to further her family’s legacy and the family of whoever she’d end up marrying. The one and only time she’d opened her heart to the possibility of love was a couple years ago, but he had only wanted her for a fling and once he got that he was gone. Since then she’d determined any future coupling would be on her terms.

“I understand love can be good and work out well for some people, I’m not opposed to the idea of it happening to me…but why on earth did it have to be herrr…him why did it have to be him of all people?” she berated herself internally for almost slipping up and giving away too much information. She just knew she’d turn bright red if Helena figured out these feelings were for her half-sister, plus she wasn’t sure how much she could or couldn’t trust Helena with this information. “It’s just…none of this makes sense why I would fall for this…person. Plus I have no idea if they even have the same feelings for me, they’re kinda….hard to read. At least it's hard to read for me. This is all very uncharted territory. Let's say you're right and it is worth a shot, I'm honestly not sure how I'd go for it...”

“An outfit?” Samantha knew Helena had a gift for fashion but she had forgotten that was what most campers sought her out for. While that wasn’t what she originally planned on asking, it suddenly occurred to her, Evelyn was a fashion model, would she need to change her wardrobe if she ever wanted to act on her feelings? Where would she even begin? Most of her outfits were, in a word; practical. Nothing that would ever catch the eye of a model. Focus, she reprimanded herself, these weren’t feelings she could ever act on…could she? “Ummm no not really” she started, not sure how to get the right words out. “You see, I have been having a bit of a crisis lately…something happened and well….they started as just thoughts at first…glances, but now I can’t get someone out of my head and….uggggggggghhhhhh” she put her head in her hands in defeat. Why was this so hard?

“What I’m trying to say is that I’m having feelings…romantic feelings…lustful feelings…I don’t know maybe a bit of both I guess. But they’re about someone, someone I don’t think I could ever admit them to, someone I should never admit them to. And…well, I don’t know what to do with them, the feelings I mean. Soooooo I figured you might have some advice about what I should do, or maybe even how I can get rid of them?” she asked hopefully. If anyone could give her life advice right now it was Helena. 

Samantha was in deep reflection as she was wont to do when overthinking a problem. The previous month had been one that had challenged her deepest beliefs on a level she’d never experienced before. Prior to those events she’d been very set in her ways and sure that her path to betterment was the only way. That her lifestyle pursuits, or rather, the type of lifestyles she didn’t pursue, would lead her to the achievement and happiness she was after. But between Killian’s party, the incident with Levi at the lake, and now that stupid volleyball game, everything had come into question. And the biggest question mark now was Evelyn Scott…her arch rival, thorn at her side, the literal antithesis of everything that was Smantha. But now…well…Samantha was having thoughts and feelings towards someone that she felt like she never should have. Romantic emotions like this were not something she had expected to deal with. This was a problem she would need help with and the solution might just be related.

Helena, despite being an Aphrodite camper, was one that Samantha didn’t mind as much. Unlike Levi or Evelyn, Helena had a much better reputation in her eyes, plus she was known for helping campers navigate through their love life challenges, and this certainly was a challenge! So Samantha had asked Helena to meet her at the Amphitheater at a time when it would be deserted, she couldn’t afford to have anyone spot her and start spreading rumors. So here she was sitting near the bottom, occasionally looking up and around waiting for Helena.

@ Helena L'Amour

Samantha was breathing heavily now, she had never really done a dance quite like this with such rapid and frequent movements. Thankfully Killian had taken the lead and she’d survived the encounter, she had even had…fun? This was not the experience she had expected coming to this party and it was forcing her to reevaluate some of her preconceived notions she had about some of her fellow campers. She certainly wasn’t ready to stop lecturing altogether, but, and this was still a big but, maybe it was ok to let loose on certain occasions; like the end of the year holidays.

“Thanks for the dance Killian, it was something I didn’t know I needed” she smiled, toasting the holiday with him. “You know, for a Dionysus kid you’re not too bad. I can see why Willow has taken a fancy to you.” Smantha ended up staying at the party for a couple more hours, talking with Killian, some other campers and mostly avoiding Evelyn. She knew the reputation she had with the campers she didn’t approve of and the glares they gave weren’t the friendliest. So when she did finally leave it was definitely with a big mix of emotions and lots of self-reflection. In fact, maybe before heading to her cabin she’d take a walk by the lake to clear her head, yes, that could be very nice indeed.

Name: Samantha Adams

Face Claim/s: Milly Alcock

Type of Graphic:  Aesthetic

Images: Any except from her house of dragon character

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Mood/Colors: athena blue

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Samantha prided herself on her ability to hold her composure, but it was not an easy task with these two Aphrodite troublemakers throwing barbs at her left and right! She did her best to match them tit for tat but they seemed to just shrug them off, she couldn’t help but feel a little envious at how nothing seemed to ever bother them. Must be a perk when your only goal in life is pursuing your next lay in the sack. She shuddered as Levi explained the clothing curse to her, her arms instinctively reaching to cover herself as if it had actually happened. “You wouldn’t dare! And seriously, clothing curses? Permanent makeup? Your powers are just as ridiculous and silly as the two of you are!” she glared at him, an angry clown not breaking his stare until she heard Evelyn’s sultry voice teasing her.

“Don’t you disrespect my father, he’s done more in his life than you could ever hope to! Do either of you really think you can get everything you want in life with beauty alone? Do none of you care or think about the longterm??” She paused, trying to turn off her lecture mode, it was useless with these two. When Evelyn teased her about her love life though she froze. It was true she’d been so focused on advancing herself that she’d left little time for romantic pursuits, not that she’d ever had any admirers here. “Le…learn from you?” she said softly, taken aback by what exactly that comment even meant. “What could I possibly learn from you that would give me any respectable date and not just a floozy? Either of you for that matter!” Blushing now, but more from Evelyn inquiring about her tastes than the clown makeup on her face. Truth is, she had never really given it much thought. She just assumed she would end up with a man because that’s how…wait a minute, was Evelyn flirting with her??? It was so hard to tell with Aphrodite children.

Of course she'd be here, Samantha thought. Evelyn was a real thorn in her side but she'd learned over the years to try and play it off. Taking a look at the very revealing outfit the girl had chosen. "Ummm Evelyn this is volleyball not Tuesday night at a strip club. I might have overslept but at least I remembered to put my clothes on." she rolled her eyes. Deep (very deep) down inside she had to admit, the Aphrodite girl did pull off the swimsuit well, it certainly hugged her curves. Wait, why was she even thinking that??? She'd found interruptive sexual thoughts in general becoming more frequent since the incident at the lake with Levi. But to have them about Evelyn of all people?? Maybe she needed that nap to be longer than it was as she moved onto the court to play.

Samantha was sprinting through the cabin area, worried she’d be late. The last few evenings had been exhausting and filled with more drama than she’d ever have an appetite for. Because of that she had decided to reward herself with an afternoon nap which was a rare treat. She must’ve been more tired then she realized because as soon as she’d closed her eyes she was out. Next thing she knew it was ten minutes until game time! Scrambling through her room she rushed to put on her athletic wear and barreled out the door in a hurry. Thankfully making it with just a bit of time to spare she arrived and leaned down supporting her arms on her knees and she regained her breath. "Sorry if I'm late! Overslept!"

Samantha knew better than to get competitive with a Nike camper so she was relieved that MK didn’t seem to hold any grudge over finding her with Levi. Not that there was any sort of love triangle here…ohhhh no…not one bit. Samantha knew it was going to take SEVERAL cold showers to wash away the evening. Not to mention a ton of reflective meditation to figure out just what happened to her emotionally tonight. Levi swore he didn’t have any power to make her feel the way she had; the desire that had almost devoured her was apparently all her own. Had she repressed physical intimacy for so long that it could just burst out of her like this? It wasn’t like she’d done that on purpose, she just appeared to have terrible luck finding her ideal man and at this hormonally driven camp that was looking less and less likely. What did that mean for her chances of relationship here? Would she ever find someone who understood her? These were clearly questions for another night because at this point she was exhausted and clearly she was becoming an awkward third wheel.

"Well you two, I’m off to sleep and try to forget this night happened. Hope you guys figure out whatever it is between you. I’d lecture you on keeping it modest but I haven’t got it in me. Good night!” and with that she turns and walks off back toward her cabin. “Ugg those Aphrodite campers, trouble with a capital T! Thank AthenaI I don’t have to deal with one romantically. MK will certainly have her hands full” she muttered to herself.

Samantha really didn't know too many of the Hephaestus cabin campers, her interactions with them were limited other than when she needed a weapon forged or repaired. Plus, they mostly seemed to prefer keeping their own company not to mention how awkward they were in conversations. Samantha even felt a little bad for them, being introverted must be so lonely, here was her chance now to get to know one better and maybe even draw them out of their shell? Yes, that's what she would do and she just knew Kenna would thank her for it. "Ohh no! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! I'm actually glad you're here I don't think we've had the pleasure of a proper introduction. I'm Samantha of course" she said extending her hand.

"What weapon am I training with? Wellllll I usually prefer to start with swords but this morning I figured I would......" she paused, thinking the situation over. She wanted to practice her poses and flows of hand to hand wrestling, but was embarrassed now at how Kenna might react to seeing how bad she was at it. Getting the stance just right meant the difference between victory or falling flat on your back, exposed to the enemy for a fatal blow. Often during practice the campers would line up and and round robin their way through one-on-one wrestling tournaments. Samantha just knew that one day she might have to face Evelyn and there's no way she could ever live it down if she lost. Well she thought, it was better for Kenna to see her struggle than for Evelyn to beat her. "I figured I would practice my stance and flows. You see, I'm not very good and need the practice. How about you? What are you up to? In fact, I don't think I really know much about you. Tell me everything!" she proclaimed with a warm smile.

If Samantha had one glaring weakness it was charging into situations without fully accessing them. Being a daughter of Athena plus simply growing up in politics had granted her plenty of skill in strategy, but her pride in believing that she could handle anything often prevented her from applying it. As other campers began to pile into the mess hall she realized too late she’d walked right into an Aphrodite trap! Standing here in this ugly makeup in only her pajamas was not the intimidating image she had hoped to conjure up when she had burst in screaming. Thankfully the makeup at least hid her blushing as it dawned on her how mortifying this predicament was quickly becoming. As Levi circled her like a cat playing with its prey she grew confused “At least my clothes still fit? Are you daft or are you calling me fat? Of course they fit!!! I work hard to take care of myself!” Levi had his looks sure, but everytime he talked she assumed Aphrodite must have dropped him on his head as a baby. Whatever, he was just a distraction from the real enemy here so she re-focused her attention to Evelyn now.

“Annnnnnd youuuuu! Don’t you play coy with me, this has your level of nasty written all over it!! You’ve disliked me from the moment I arrived here, of course you did this. I’ll have you know I’m the most well respected, most well behaved leader Camp Halfblood as ever had the pleasure of receiving!” Samantha was mad now as her emotion poured out in every word she spoke. “You know what, I think I have you figured out. You’re jealous of me. People come to me for leadership and wisdom, what would they come to you for? Lessons on how to open their legs?” Leaning in now she glared directly at her arch rival. “Or maybe you’re just jealous that Athena seemed to give me better looks than Aphrodite gave you?”

As Samantha waded fruitless through the lake looking for her lost shoes she tried her best to collect and control her emotions. She felt hot tears forming at the edges of her eyes and she honestly didn’t know if they were from sadness, embarrassment, frustration or anger. “Anger…definitely anger” she muttered, just then her bare foot painfully struck some kind of root lodged at the bottom of the lake. “DAMNIT!” she screamed hitting the lake water with both her clenched fists as hard as she could; that made her feel a little better. Looking up she saw Levi desperately pleading with MK but she couldn’t hear the words. What was up with those two? Levi seemed like a different man now, or at least the kind of man he wanted MK to think he could be.

She was shocked then, to see Levi strip down and enter the lake with her, offering to help. Even more shocked when he apologized for his behavior. Samantha was so stunned at first she didn’t know what to say, after an awkward pause she finally composed herself long enough to respond. “I’m sorry too, it wasn’t ladylike of me to throw them at you…even if you totally deserved it” she smirked. She still didn’t care for Levi, but he was at least trying to be a gentleman now and she wasn’t going to scold him for it. First one shoe and then the second were found and returned to shore. Stepping out of the water, thoroughly soaked, she collected her shoes and jeans tucking them under her arm. No point in putting them on and getting them wet too. She was hoping it was late enough she could make it back to her bunk in just a shirt and underwear without being spotted.

But before she prepared to leave she turned and, pointing first to MK, said “I don’t know what sort of spell you’ve put on him but he’s acting almost tolerable now.” then pointing to Levi “And you, not a word of this to anyone or so help me I’ll…I’ll…I’ll…well I don’t know what I’ll do but I can promise you you won’t like it ok?” Then finally her finger darted back and forth between Levi and MK in a rapid motion. “I don’t know what is going on between you two but I suggest you both figure it out quickly and leave me the hell out of it. I think I’ve had enough excitement for one night.”

Rumor has it Aphrodite men are the worst!! No related reason...

Samantha (and probably Levi) would always wonder what words would have been said had they not been interrupted at that moment. MK might as well have been a literal bucket of ice cold water splashed on her because the effect it had was the same. “Oh fuck!” she cried out, perhaps the first time she’d ever said that curse word in public or maybe at all. Immediately aware of her somewhat naked state now, her arms instinctively tried to cover up her breasts. How could she have not known better? If she stumbled upon Levi then surely someone else would have too. She knew MK well enough from their shared years at camp, but the two weren't particularly close. What would MK think of her now? What would she tell the other campers? Would rumors spread?

As these thoughts raced through her mind she noticed Levi was in a big hurry to catch up to MK; that was when things began to click in her head. “Hold up Levi! Were you thinking of her during all of that?!?!?!? Why…why you… low down, disgusting, no good dog!!!” she shouted throwing her shoes at Levi, they missed and with a “ker-plunk” sank into the lake. Barefoot and embarrassed she began to wade into the lake trying to guess where her shoes landed, leaving her jeans folded by the lake. “Fucking men…I'm done with them” she mumbled angrily.

Samantha writhed underneath Levi, her face contorting in relucent pleasure from his fingers and sneering demands of submission. When he resumed his assault on her hard nipples her resolve broke like a dam. Despite her best efforts to hold it in, a low and needy moan burst out of her. He was causing her nipple pain and yet it also felt so good, how could such a feeling exist she wondered in astonishment. Levi was awakening feelings in her she never knew she had; and she both loved and hated him for it. Her thoughts were interrupted though when she felt his tool begin to press against her. Even between his pants and her panties she could feel the impressive member that was desperate to enter her. Between the pleasure she was feeling, and her own embarrassment at feeling it, she was bright red.

"He knows,” she thought to herself. “He knows how much this predicament is embarrassing me…and how much that’s turning both of us on…” But she could no better withhold her emotions than she could withhold the moans that kept slipping out every time Levi thrusted against her. When her hand was moved to his pants her body acted without her permission, fingers fumbling with buttons and zipper. Finally rewarded, Levi's cock was freed from its restraints at last. Her blue, doe-like eyes widened at the sight of it. This is it, she thought again, if I ask him for this there’s no turning back…I’m giving in completely. Her mouth opened to begin to say the words she knew he wanted to hear; Levi's victory was near at hand.

@ McKayla Johnson

Samantha really felt like she was finding herself here at Camp Halfblood. It had taken a couple years but she’d really established herself as one of the most important campers here, someone who could give wise advice and lead these kids into being their best, most pure selves. At least, that’s what she told herself anyway. But not everyone at camp wanted to hear how they could improve their lives. The Dionysus kids wanted to spend every night partying, she could fix them though, she would fix them. What she couldn’t seem to fix was those damn Aphrodite campers! Those kids seemed to be completely unable to restrain themselves and she had to comfort the many broken hearts they left behind. They were all bad news but the worst of them was Evelyn! Ohhhhhhhh she made her blood boil!!! How was that girl ever going to find a good and decent man acting the way she did? Not to mention the way she dressed!! If you could even call those clothes. No, the two of them did not get along and had already had several verbal altercations. She’d have to do something about Evelyn, but right now what she needed most was sleep. Only, sleep came rough and when she awoke she didn’t feel rested at all. Getting up early like she did every morning she made her way to the cabin bathroom to get ready for the day.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!” The scream was loud enough to wake up the entire cabin and possibly the whole camp. Turning on the water she frantically began splashing it on her face, when that didn’t work she tried the shower head, then makeup wipes…nothing washed it off. “Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” a second scream, not as loud, but equally as anguished erupted from her mouth. No matter what she did her face looked like a cheap birthday rent-a-clown!! It wouldn’t go away! Rubbing her face raw she finally stared, defeated, into the mirror. “This has to be a bad dream, no, a nightmare!” she moaned out loud. “Who could have done this?” That was when her eyes suddenly flashed with anger as the answer dawned on her. “Evelyn” she said, spitting the word out like a curse. Fueled by passionate rage she marched straight out of the Athena cabin towards the mess hall.

With one loud shove she slammed open the door to the mess hall, eyes darting through the room until they found their target; the Aphrodite camper table. Usually deserted at this early hour it was populated by exactly who she thought; Evelyn sitting next to her troublesome brother Levi. “EVELYN SCOTT!! YOU SICK EXCUSE OF A DEMIGOD! YOU…YOU…YOU HARLOT! HAVE YOU NO SHAME!?! NO DECENCY!??? WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME??????” she shouted, voice booming across the room as she marched straight toward her nemesis finger pointed in accusation. It was only then that she realized the extent of her situation, standing here in the middle of the mess hall in nothing but her pajamas and slippers in full clown makeup...