Karla's Bunk

Karla was in no hurry today. She sat at the small desk near her neatly made bunk, the neatness of the bed contrasted starkly against the messiness of the desk. Papers, scrolls, books and maps lay piled and scattered as if thrown there by the hand of an uncaring god. At the desk, seated on a large black leather swivel chair was a small demigod, her bright ginger hair happened to be tied up in a tight ponytail, her blue eyes focused upon the Greek writing of the scroll before her. She wore a bright orange camp half-blood t-shirt with dark blue demin shorts and a light brown studded leather belt, her white trainers lay scattered under the desk, revealing her blue socks.
Wrapped around each of her wrists was a pair of beaded bracelets, one on each, they looked similar to the necklaces worn by each camper. This happened to not be the product of mere happy accident, they once had been the necklaces of her two closest friends, Jimmy and Anya. Unable to return to camp with their bodies, Karla took their necklaces, she wore them so that in a weird way they would still be three, even if physically only one of them remained.

The taciturn young woman's face was a mask of calm, completely relaxed as she read through her work. Karla rolled the scroll up, tying it close with a piece of rope. She put the scroll on the very top of one of the piles, she searched through something else, shuffling through the piles of books, papers and scrolls with her hands. The red head found the book she happened to be looking for, one of the piece of work that she herself wrote. This one was all on ancient siege warfare strategies, a near perfect doctrine if she did say so herself. Though, the small demigod could not find the right piece to make it purely perfect.
She would in time, but for the present it frustrated her... Not that Karla would ever admit to being frustrated or seek aid from her fellow children of Athena, she made her own way.