CLOSED RP
Chrissy was running.
From what, exactly, she wasn’t sure. She had decided to go outside of camp to run to a Starbucks, and a mobster had managed to find her within five minutes. She swore under her breathe and turned a corner, immediately running into someone. “Woah!” She nearly fell over, but managed to right herself.
Percy stumbled slightly but quickly righted himself. “Sorry!” He looked at her. “…I think we should run….”
