Silvio Suarez

Silvio just raised an eyebrow when she mentioned things about killing people and being cold. He grinned a little, amused. He could understand how someone who barely knew him would think something like that. But those who had spend a lot of time with him knew just how sweet and gentle he was. As the girl in his room continued to talk Silvio learned a lot about her personality and how silly she was.

When she struggled with the lighter, he was kind of amused again. With a grin he said, "You know you're kinda cute,". Did he mean to say something flirtatious? Probably not, did he mean it? Yes. He laughed when she coughed out her name, "Well okay SAGE," he tried to imitate her coughing her name out as if to tease her. A smirk running along his cheek. 

He took another puff, closing his eyes as he felt the smoke in his lungs and the calming effect it had on his brain. "Well let's see, my past huh." he paused a bit, staring at the wall opposite of him, but you could tell that he was not really looking at the wall, it was like his presence disappeared for a moment. "So my father worked with a drug lord, planted poppies for their opiods," he took in another smoke from the joint, "Then he had me, broke a deal with the drug lord, we spent our entire lives together running away from them," he continued, smoke coming out from his mouth, eyes still staring ahead looking at nothing and not blinking. "They eventually caught up, tied my old man to a chair in our own living room, beat him senseless, his teeth painted red with blood, eyes nowhere to be seen from the purple bruises, they did a bunch of things, torture stuffs, while they made me watch the whole thing before finally killing him off," his tone was neutral, no emotion whatsoever in it. "Then they took me and wanted to raise me as their own, another worker for their dirty work. But something happened and their vehicle crashed, so I took the opportunity to run, I ran through the dark forest," he went quiet momentarily, "I ran for days," his words lingered. Then as if he came back in touch with his body, his eyes came back to life, he continued, "But yeah then a hellhound attacked me and a satyr saved me and took me to camp." he finished then took a deep drag from the joint. 

"Any questions?" he looked at her.

Silvio let out an amused breath as she asked him that, oh he knew why the cabin leaders would not want to talk about it. "You could have just asked y'know," he said, he could be open to people if it was requested, the only thing he could not do was being vulnerable. He could share his entire life story with someone but if they showed him any sign of sorry or remorse for him he would feel annoyed and irritated. "Thank you," he thanked her as she handed him back the bag of weed. He chuckled when she called it that, Mary Jane, "Why don't you try figuring it out yourself," he smiled, "Plus you'd probably need it if you want to hear the story I'm about to tell.".

From the box she found the weed, was sheets of circular papers, he took two sheets and laid them beside him on his bed. He opened the bag of plant cannabis and began to slowly pour it in a line on both sheets. He finally rolled them both up so now it looked kind of like a cigar. By the way he moved you could tell that he had done this a bunch of times already. "Here," he said handing her a joint. He took out a lighter from the box before, he placed the roll on his mouth and lighted its tip. As it began to singe Silvio took a deep breath in before puffing a smoke out, it had a very foul stench but he was used to it by now. He handed her the lighter and walked up to the window and opened it wide. Expecting her to do the same as he did and did not need any further instructions on how to smoke a joint.

"Oh yeah what's your name by the way," he said as he went back to sit on his bed, knees up and back against the wall.

The girl did have a point, he could get kicked out for owning recreational pots. Silvio did not want that to happen of course, he had been there for years already and it was his home, he did not want to get kicked out. The thought of having to leave the place scared him more than the thought of the monsters waiting for him out there. He rolled his eyes and let out a tired sigh, "Ugh, okay fine, I'll let you go, what do you want? Why were you looking through my stuffs?" he said defeatedly as he dropped and sat on his bed. "And can I have that back, please?" he pleaded while extending an arm out. He really did not have the energy to fight and argue he just wanted to chill out. 

The Demeter child loved the energy Finley was giving him. It was encouraging and thrilling all the same. The night gave him a kind of high he did not know existed, a satisfactory distraction for sure.

Silvio chuckled imagining the other boy as a fish, it seemed really silly. He wondered what kind of fish Miro took the form of. He burst out laughing now trying to imagine Miro butt naked walking the streets of New York. He was really mused by the story and was definitely enjoying himself, perhaps socializing with others was not as bad as he thought. Or perhaps it was the adrenaline rush still pumping in his blood. Silvio let out another laugh now trying to imagine Miro in a barbie dress. "Yes I am very satisfied," he replied grinning while unwittingly biting his lower lip, though he immediately stopped that once he noticed he was doing it. 

'What the hell was that?' he thought. 

He looked again at Miro, admiring the boy's features as he asked Alyssa for truth or dare. He then sneaked a glance over at Finley, admiring his features this time, and thought about the kiss they shared earlier. 

A thought came to mind, he wanted to try out something after all of this was over. 

@ Finley Walker  @ Miroslaw Mihailov

'Truth huh', he crossed his arms with a hand under his chin as he thought of what to ask Miro. Thinking of a fun dare was much easier than a truth question, and Silvio was not really one of a creative mind, or so he thought. But when Miro encouraged him to give his best it kind of inspired him a little, A wide grin appeared across his face. He was not sure how it will turn out but hopefully it'll end in some laughs. "Tell me the most embarrassing thing you have ever done, something you don't want any of us to know," he said with a playful smirk. He just stripped down to his briefs in front of all of them, surely whatever embarrassing thing Miro did could not be more embarrassing than that right?

@ Miroslaw Mihailov

He sat up straight with his arms still crossed as he awaited for Petal to give him his dare. When she told him what his dare was, a hint of redness could be seen across his cheeks. He was prepared for anything but he certainly did not expect something like this. But well, there was no turning back now. 

"Well," he began as he stood up from his seat, "If its a show you want," he grinned at her. 

He wasted no time and lifted his shirt up, before throwing it at Finley's direction, teasing him with a smirk and a flirtatious wink. The fire highlighted his olive skin and toned muscles as his hands then reached for his belt and unbuckled it. He hoped they were all watching and enjoying this, they won't get anything like this anytime soon. He then proceeded by unzipping his pants and unclothed himself leaving him only in his white briefs and the silver chain around his neck. 

Silvio, with a grin and a flush on his face turned towards the mentioned tree and began to cat walk towards it, one foot in front of the other as his hips rocked left and right. Oh he knew what he was doing alright. 

It would have been hard to treat the tree as a pole, it was rough and sharp rather than smooth and clear. But well they say you got to rock what your momma gave you. He took a deep breath in.

When he reached the tree he turned to face them. He first moved his arms from his hip up to his torso as his body arched with it, his hands snatched at the tree and grabbed on to it firmly with his legs wide apart. He moved his legs gracefully and spun around the tree, hanging his body out as he held onto the tree with one hand. Then he grabbed onto the tree again with both hands and legs wide apart. The boy then flirtishly moved his hips down and up arching fluidly. He dropped his body down in a squat as he slowly air humped at the tree with a playful smirk across his cheeks. 

Silvio stood up and grabbed at the tree before climbing it with his knees as if riding it, with the help of his demigod gifts, he grew branches where it was needed for him to climb up. When he was at a satisfactory height, he flipped his body and brought his legs up and his head down, showing his bottoms up at the sky. He slowly spread his legs wide apart, once it was at its widest he began to spin his legs around the tree followed by his body, moving exquisitely in the moonlight. He finally flipped his body again and hugged the tree with his legs, slowly moving his hips up and down elegantly and rhythmically as he descended from the tree. When he touched the ground he casually did a split before turning to finally hop up off the ground. 

He jogged back to where the others were with a wide smile on his face. It was exhilarating and he really enjoyed himself. He quickly put his pants back on and grabbed the shirt he threw at Finley before, "Thank you," he would smile breathlessly, if Finley had been holding on to his shirt all this while. 

He put his shirt on, still smiling wide and ruffled his hair as if to fix it. "I hope that was a satisfactory show m'lady," he said to Petal with a wide grin. Silvio went back to his seat next to Finley. Adrenaline clearly still coursing through his veins, a kiss AND pole dancing in a single night, Silvio got the action going. He looked around the group, still trying to catch his breath, "Alright who's next, umm, you, Miro is it? Truth or Dare." he smiled as his eyes locked on the other boy.

@ Petal Price  @ Finley Walker  @ Miroslaw Mihailov

When the girl tried to turn back the question on him, he made a perplexed look. "T-This is MY room. MY cabin." he stood his ground, still pointing the branch of stick at her. He went quiet for a bit when she asked him what he was doing with the bag of weed. It was clearly something prohibited. He paused to think, before; "If you give me back MY property and not snitch I won't spread the news that YOU've been snooping around other cabins where it is none of your business." he negotiated. "You do not want to start a war with us demeters we feed you.". He did not want to get into any trouble for keeping and using cannabis. He was so afraid of not wanting her to snitch on him that he even forgot to wonder what she was doing there in the first place, in his room out of all the places she could go. 

Silvio actually laughed when Henry did her dare, her switch in personality was something musing to see. The girl who joined just in time to witness his kiss with Finley was next. She had a really cheerful character, but when she picked truth and had to share what possibly traumatized her, he could see her switch in personality, and it was not musing this time. When she mentioned a dog and brownies, he knew what would come next. His arms crossed and his facial expression stayed neutral throughout. He had seen a lot of things in his life and had build a really strong exterior. Something like this immediately made him close up. 

"Dare." he answered simply.

He already knew picking truth in this game was the worse of both options, and seeing Petal sharing her trauma discouraged him further to share anything with these people he barely knew. Anything Petal would dare him to do he would do it. Silvio had always been a man of actions rather than words anyway. 

When Silvio sat and the guy next to him greeted him he responded with a timid, "Oh h-hey,". 'Fuck what was that' he thought to himself. He had never been that shy before. But he simply brushed it off, they were people he barely knew, would make sense for him to feel a little bit shy, at least that was how he justified the slight red flush across his cheeks. It did not help with how he felt the guy's gaze on him for a while. 

He watched a poor boy coming back from the lake, wet from the dip. He smirked a little. He learned their names by observing, Shi Jin, Henry, Loukas. 'Oh come on,' he thought as he heard Shi Jin's answer. That could not have been the darkest thing, or perhaps the guy was just a nice person. Then he learned that the guy next to him was called Finley. Silvio looked at Shi Jin, wondering what he would dare the guy. 

'Kiss.. a guy?..' he had never thought of something like that, probably because he was not exposed much to things like that before, it was a new idea to him. When Finley looked at him and they locked eyes, he could feel his heart race, 'Oh fuck.'. But when the child of Iris drew near, his body seemed to give in. When their lips collided he could feel a tingling sensation spread through his body to his fingertips, something he had never experienced before. When Silvio felt the touch around his waist he gasped a little, surprised but a welcomed one; and somehow his hand found its place on the side of Finley's face as they embraced each other in the passionate heat. 

When they pulled away, Silvio smiled at Finley's gaze. The high from the kiss still lingered in his brain. 

That was until he was brought to reality as he looked around. Heart still beating as fast as a race car. His cheeks still flushed bright red. But hey it was a fun experience, he smiled to himself. He wondered why he had not felt that way before with the other girls he had kissed...

Silvio laughed at the word 'respawn point' it was a silly a term to use. He continued laughing with her as she described him as a monster at reading, which he knew he kinda was. He could finish hundreds of pages in a single night if he wanted to. He can get lost in his imagination and fantasy quite easily. "Alright I'll be sure to enjoy my time reading," he replied.

Silvio did not like how she described it as stupid, "Well injuries happen, that's what I'm here for," he said with a straight face, though his words carried enough weight. 

He grinned at the comment she made about reading books, "Well you know where to find me. I'm all done here." he said as he stood back and looked at her now treated wounds.

Silvio was just glad that they took the brownies so he could be rid off it. He handed the tray to one of them so they could all pass it to each other. He guessed that it would be finished in a couple minutes with how crazy teenagers' appetites are like. He was thinking of leaving until Henry invited him to join them. He did not know what they were all up to nor did he knew many if not any of them. But a memory then came to him, a voice of someone he knew saying how he should try to socialize more. Guess this was his chance. 

He was too tired to walk all the way back to the cabin anyway, so why not chill for a bit. "Yeah sure why not," he said as he took one of the empty seats next to @ Finley Walker . He looked at him for a bit before he looked at everyone else in the circle. He felt a bit awkward being there but hey the summer night breeze were nice so he focused on that as the group continued playing truth or dare. 'Huh so it's just truth or dare,' he thought to himself, anybody would knew what the rules were. 

Silvio had finished cooking early for dinner that day and he was tired. He did not even bother to eat at that point. When he was tired he was easily irritated and he hated the crowd, all the noise and the lights was too much for him. He needed something to clear his mind. He just wanted to chill. He disappeared from the back of the kitchen and made his way back to the cabin, knowing just the thing that could calm his mind down and release the tension from his aching muscles.

He walked in through the front door, and went to the hallway where his room were. While he neared he noticed a smell, "Oh fuck," he must have not sealed the bag properly after his session from before. He could not let anyone else discover what he had been doing. He swung his room door open and immediately looked under his bed, but it was not there. "Fuck," he thought that someone else must have discovered it before him and probably took it away. 

But as he turned, there it was. His box of pot. But the bag of pot itself was missing. He could still smell it, the smell was still strong. He looked around, the only place where someone could hide...

From the tree plant by his window sill, he broke a branch off. Then he swung the closet door open as he pointed the branch at whoever or whatever might be inside. Threatening someone with a literal stick might look silly, but not if it was in the hands of a child of Demeter, and he knew whoever inside would know as well. 

"What are you doing here?" he asked angrily as his eyes scanned her for his bag of pot. 

It was quite late already but Silvio was just about done cleaning up everything in the kitchen place from the dinner session earlier. Being a cook means cleaning up the mess you have made, which sounded silly but Silvio did not mind the work. He liked working, it gave him something to do, something to distract himself with. He could use substances for that but he felt like he was better than that. He had read about herbs and their many uses and he did not want to go through any kind of addiction of withdrawal, he knew better. But he was desperate. 

He let out a short breath of relief as he was done with everything, he looked around to see if he had missed anything. He did, there were some leftover brownies. He wanted to throw it in the fridge but when he opened it it was full, as always. There were still a lot of the brownies left and he did not want to waste it by throwing them away. So he walked out with the tray of brownies in hand, hoping to find a group of adolescents and teenagers who were still hungry at this hour, which a lot of them are.

Under the moonlight the silver chain he wore around his neck and on his collarbone glistened. He was just wearing a plain white tee, some part of it still wet from all the cooking and cleaning. He could use a shower. Thankfully the mint he wore did not make him smell of body odor from all the sweat from before. He paired his white tee with a ripped tight black jeans and a pair of sneakers. His usual cook attire you could say, light and breezy. Comfortable to move in. 

As he walked he saw a bunch of people gathered around the fire. He walked closer towards them. When he was within their proximity, he said "Hey we got some leftover brownies, you guys wanna finish them?" while showing the tray still filled with the sweet looking brownies. 

Silvio did not really care what they were doing gathered together so late in the night. He was used to seeing kids doing stuffs like this. Especially when he came back late from the kitchen just like that night. He noticed two of them smoking as well but he was not one to talk much or mind other's businesses, let alone snitch. "Oh and they are not pot brownies if you're concerned," he grinned. 

Despite everything he had done until that point. Silvio was not really good at dealing with emotions. One might even say that his coping mechanisms were not healthy at all. But when it comes to other people, he just couldn't help but to empathize and try his best. But when Dahlia started crying, he did not know what to do. He had never been in a situation where he was with a person crying, he rarely, if ever, cried as well, so seeing her tears, made him froze.

Silvio could only stare into the thickness of the woods as her half-sister apologizing for what he had to go through and offered her shoulders if he needed to. He did not know how to response. He was quiet. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. 

He tried again, "As the seasons change, you'll learn how to live with it," he looked at her for only a moment. 

He stood up and brushed off the dirt from his clothes, "I have errands to run now, you can stay here as long as you want. I'll see you at the cabin," he smiled before he walked off. 

Maybe he did have errands to run, or maybe he was running from his emotions, again. 

Silvio smiled at her reply, "We could use a few helping hands," he responded. The kitchen could use all the help it could get, feeding a bunch of mouths is not as simple as it sounds. 

He heard her question, "Parties huh, I have never really thought of that. Don't think I've been to one either. I guess I was too busy doing everything else, I think I'd enjoy going to one though," he answered her question after a bit of rumination. He wouldn't know what he would like if he hadn't tried it. He wondered how one would go to parties, if they were invitations or they accept walk ins. Or perhaps he was overthinking it all.

While Silvio tended to Annie's wounds, they naturally conversed. "Well I was having fun until a certain someone showed up," he said in a snarky tone but teasing manner. "Yeah sure, the book isn't very thick anyway so I can probably give it to you by tonight or tomorrow." he answered casually while referring to the three hundred pages book. "I'm sure you'll like it," he added. 

When she told him how she had felt, the pain she was experiencing, he asked her, "Does it still hurt?", while also moving to one of the shelves, taking out a glass jar. He opened it to reveal a brown looking mixture of ointment. It smelled of chestnuts, woody and sweet. He took some of the ointment and began rubbing it gently on her foot that was injured. When he was done with that he took another bandage, but this one looked a little different, it was more elastic. He wrapped it around her foot so that it would speed up the healing process.

Silvio heard her thanks and calling him a true friend, but it was as if he did not hear it at all as he did not respond. He had always been like this. He was never good with words, he could only show his care through his actions. 

He did not mind when Annie 'stole' his book, she sure seemed really interested in it. "Can't wait already huh," he smiled.

Silvio was a bit surprised to hear that Hailey helped in the kitchen too, he must have missed her before. Well to be fair the kitchen was a big place, there was a lot of mouths to be fed, so things can get pretty hectic and heated in there. "Well I'm one of the cooks and things can get pretty intense in the kitchen." he let out a little laugh. He gets really focused when being the cook, most probably why he had not noticed Hailey before. 

He was actually glad that him not being that into sports was not much of a turn off for her. He was also delighted to hear that she felt okay to show him her artworks. "Yeah I'm pretty much always in either of those two places, but I do like to wander off alone sometimes, just to clear my head y'know." he explained but did not mention his sacred spot in the forests. It would not be sacred if people knew they could find him there when he goes missing. 

His face was stoic as he listened. But he understood, he understood so well. He remembered the day he lost his father. How he felt lost, scared and confused; Overwhelmed by it all. As if the world was looming and closing in on him. A balmy breeze past through and rustled the leaves again, oh how he loved that sound. It soothed the storms brewed in his soul. 

There was a lot of things that Silvio could say. But he was not sure what to say. He was not sure if there were any right words that he could say at that moment. But he knew just the thing he'd do that would feel right. He began to sing, 

"Light of home,

I feel like I'm falling I've just got

to close my eyes and I'm looking for something

to recognize."

He started, his voice was naturally high for a male, giving a sweet melody to it, a bit melancholic yet it was smooth as silk.

"The light of home,

burned out and dark now.

You held me captive,

a thief that takes it all from me.

No more.

A love not to return.

Light of home."

He finished. Still staring at the branches of leaves above. He did not feel like moving yet. He simply wanted to stay there for a little while longer, until he feels alright to get back with the rest of society. He hoped that through the song he just sang, Dahlia would feel her feelings. He didn't want her to bottle up and die inside, like he did.

Silvio was surprised by Hailey's knowledge on different languages. "It means wood or forest in Spanish," he answered. He wondered if she was one of the Iris's children. They are great with languages and such. "Oh I won't say I'm a healer, I'm more of a medic, treat wounds and practice medicine in the conventional ways, far from what the children of Apollo can do. Though I can help with locating herbs and making sure we're stocked with herb supplies." he explained, knowing his place in the infirmary as just a helper and volunteer. But he was happy just being able to help with what he can, things can get overwhelming sometimes and any help was appreciated and welcomed.

Silvio had some appreciation of art, how its beautiful and original form captures the mind and grasp the soul. But not so sports. He never saw the point in them. But really he was just bad at them. "Oh well sports is not really my thing, I prefer a good book instead." he said. "But I do like to see some of your artwork if you want to show me sometime." he added with a smile.  

Silvio was not used to being there, doing this grounding thing, alone. It was weird to have a voice, talking to him. He didn't know if he liked it or not. Not being alone was nice, but he also liked his alone time. Nevertheless, it was still nice. 

"Whenever I feel lost," he answered. Not delving much more into the question. 

"Do you know why you were brought here?" he asked as they laid there on the cold dirt soaking in the warm sunrays that peaked through the partings of leaves.

He was probably too immersed in his book that he did not notice someone coming close to his proximity. When she greeted him he looked up to see who it was, it was Annie, the girl who he was familiar with by now with the amount of times she had been in the infirmary. "What happened this time?" he sighed as his eyes darted immediately to her foot where she was tending to it by herself again. His eyes then darted towards the cut on her arms. He was reading a random mystery novel, so he didn't mind her peeking. But he closed and placed the book away so he could start mending to her wounds.

He grabbed the first aid kit he had put away before and the piece of cloth he had just cleaned. He placed the kit near her and went to rinse the cloth. He walked up to her and gently held her arm as he began cleaning it, wiping away all the dried blood, sweat and dirt. When he was done with that he grabbed the bottle of antiseptic and a cotton bud, he opened the bottle and placed the cotton bud on the bottle's mouth before tilting it a little, soaking the bud with the antiseptic liquid. He placed the bottle away, "This might sting a little," he said before he carefully applied the antiseptic on the cut wounds with the cotton bud. He moved so gently and he was so focused. Once he was done with that he immediately threw the cotton bud into the biohazard bin. He proceeded by grabbing the bandages from the kit and wrapped it around her arm.

Silvio was not happy at all that day. He was dragged out from his hiding spot, the infirmary, to the woods to participate in the game. The irritation clear in his face. He pouted, crossed his arms and sulked as he walked around the woods, kicking at stones and looking around. That was when he saw them, and his team’s flag, the blue team’s flag. 

Two were on top of each other like animals, and the other two in a confrontation. The guy looked injured, or at least weakened, when Silvio saw the state of the man something in his gut rose, an instinct, he ran towards them in the deep cover of the woods. When he was within proximity of the flag, he took something out of his pockets, seeds, oak seeds, and threw it at the direction of the woman who was aiming for it. Pillars of oak trees, branches roots and leaves bursted out of the ground, creating a barrier between the woman and the flag.

A simple trick he had learned for his own self defense but had proven useful in this situation.

Silvio was in the infirmary again. Dinner wouldn't be in a couple of hours so he did not have anything much to do in those afternoon hours. So he offered his helping hands elsewhere. Not being much of a fighter he had learned to treat and mend instead. 

He was washing a cloth that he had used to treat a scratch wound of one of the Ares boys. Some of the water got to his shirt, leaving dark and wet spots on it. But Silvio didn't care. He would then hang the washed cloth and left it to dry. He then proceeded to clean the things he had used to treat the wound. A bottle of antiseptic, some bandages and cotton buds, he placed them neatly into the first aid kit container, before placing it back to a shelf, in its rightful place. 

He let out a loud breath, as he was done with that work. He sat on one of the many beds and looked around. It seemed that nobody needed any help at the time so he took out a book and began reading it until someone would come and seek for his aid. 

@ Annie Hernandez

Silvio smiled at the appreciation of his hard work, "My pleasure," he said with a proud smile. In truth he had always loved to help around, and he used his gifts for the better good of those around him. He felt fulfilled having a purpose and place in the camp going around and becoming a branch of support for others. 

He noticed that she wanted to get to know him better. Which he responded with the same enthusiasm. "Silvio," he said when she told him her name. His lips pursed when she mentioned the event. His eyes darted elsewhere avoiding hers. Silvio had been actively avoiding the 'Capture the Flag' event. Whilst everyone was pumped about it SIlvio was not. He was not much of a fighter, he disliked using his powers to hurt others. Well he did not like hurting others period. But that was not what she asked. 

"Uhh well the usual, I'm usually either in the kitchen helping preparing meals or at the infirmary offering some aid where it's needed." he said casually about his whereabouts. Silvio is a person of routine and familiarity, he had been doing the same thing at the camp for years now. "What about you?" he asked, looking at observing her character. 

He acknowledged when the woman started talking to him. As if he was perked up by the sudden voice. He was slightly amused by what she had said. "Well someone needs to supply all the fruits used to make the juices a lot of people have been drinking lately," he said with a teasing tone while he looked at the drink in her hand.

Nobody asked him to, but Silvio just liked to help around wherever he can, and he use the gifts he had been given for the benefit of others.