pjo pick me

chiron: we have a new camper name- cindy: CINDY! Im not like the other girls!~ im one of the boys actually~ anyways im a child of circe. I dont wear makeup AT ALL *wearing a crazy amount of makeup* cindy: im soOooo good at fighting- *she sees percy* cindy: omgggg Hiiii~*her voice is too sweet and cringy too. cindy clings to percy arm* percy: um.... *Annabeth glares at cindy. then thats when it click, cindy was a pick me. everyojr groan in quiet. chiron went to do- whatever chiron does*

*she looked annoyed that her half sister was here and her brother also looked annoyed that she was here too*

*cindy notices Luna and Ocean, her eyes narrowing* Oh, look. It's my dear siblings. *she says with a fake sweet voice*

*flinches at the sarcasm, forcing a laugh* "Joke"? LOL, you’re, like, SO edgy! *spins dramatically, nearly tripping* Whatever, I don’t CARE if you’re a hater! Percey-wercey LOVES my *unique* vibe! *Percy subtly tries to detach himself from her grip*

*Cindy's grip tightens even more, and she whispers in Koi's ear* Cindy: you should stay away from Cott. She's mine.

“SHE’S 9-“

*Cindy's eyes narrow even more. She pulls away from Koi, her face filled with rage* Cindy: she's not too young for me. I'll take her away from you if I have to.

Cindy: you're dating Cott, aren't you? *her tone is still sweet, but there's a hint of hostility in her eyes*

“No.”

Cindy: then why are you holding hands with her? *her eyes narrow even more, and she looks like she's about to explode with jealousy*

*whispers* Never, tesoro.

*Clarisse comes over, she is wearing a pink dress and has her hair in a ponytail* Clarisse: what are you doing?

*cindy turns to face you, her voice dripping with fake sweetness*

?

Cindy: oh? Who are you? Are you one of the boys?

chiron: and this is cindy, the new camper. cindy: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII