•James•

After eating dinner, a torturous sing along, and being sent to his cabin- James couldn't take it anymore. It was only 11, but what Nico had said put him on edge.

Was it meant for him? Or Will?

He groaned, having thought about this and fought his brain over it many times, too many times actually. Sighing, James looked at the clock he placed on the self, that was on the wall, of his bunk of the bunk bed 'side.'

11:14

It read, much to James's disappointment. He needed that answer!

Maybe I'll go to sleep. Set an alarm, say it was meant for noon, and then head out after a few minutes.

James planned.

Yeah

His mind agreed. Yawning, he blinked slowly, then reached for his alarm clock. Setting an alarm, he fell asleep.

Never get an alarm clock from the Stolls.

Boom, freezing water in pants as soon as the 'alarm' was scheduled to go off.

"Stolls!" James muttered angrily, carefully noting that everyone in his cabin was sleep. He scowled, then carefully changed his pants.

"Finally." He breathed, opening one of his cabins back windows.

The doors hinges were too loud, the window was easier. James put half of his body out of the widow, dangling for a few minutes.

Then, gravity decided to be a b*tch.

James nearly screamed as he fell. It wasn't very high, but it still hurt. He quickly landed himself in a bush, twigs scratching his bare arms, face, and feet.

"Ow." He grumbled to himself, before picking himself back up to get to the Hades cabin.