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KENDALL DIXON -- nineteen, daughter of aphrodite, head of cabin 10 ❝ I'm sitting pretty on the throne, there's nothing more I want-- except to be alone. ❞

[kylexgrey-blog]

“Ow! What the fuck?”

[ctrlkendall-blog]

“Wasn’t me-- but that was pretty hilarious. You alright?”

[cressidabeauchamp]

“Are you going to chicken out now?”

[ctrlkendall-blog]

“Chicken out? You obviously don’t know me. Bring it.”

[lily-armstrong]

“What do you mean I can’t do this? It’s my birthday!” 

[ctrlkendall-blog]

“Doesn’t mean I’ll let you burn yourself with a curling iron, Lil,” she scolded, clicking her tongue and taking the curling wand from her sister, “Here, let me do it.”

[ronnie-pearson]

“Perfect,” He moved over the stereo that one of his siblings had set up next to his bunk and put the CD in. When the first song played, he smiled, “I remember this one,” He said quietly. A pang of nostalgia washed over him and he grinned cheekily, “Dance with me?” He asked, holding his hand out to her.

[ctrlkendall-blog]

“Are you sure?” she asked hesitantly, her wind wandering to the thought of Jasmine. Regardless of this, Kendall stood up and took his hand.

[bridgetstafford]

“Will you ever forgive me?”

[ctrlkendall-blog]

“I’ll consider it,” she teased.

[ctrlaspen-blog]

“Good, I’m glad,” Aspen said. “I’m Aspen, by the way. Daughter of Khione.”

[ctrlkendall-blog]

“Kendall, head of Aphrodite cabin.”

[jfcdakota-blog1]

“Sister, you wound me.”

[ctrlkendall-blog]

“Somebody in this family has to be honest with you.”

[jfcdakota-blog1]

“Sister, you wound me.”

[ctrlkendall-blog]

“Somebody in this family has to be honest with you.”

[ronnie-pearson]

“Care to listen to it with me then?”

[ctrlkendall-blog]

Kendall was a little hesitant with her answer at first, for some of the songs on the album had a strong sentimental value for her when it came to Ronnie, but she gave in. It was his birthday after all, “Sure-- why not?”

[bridgetstafford]

“I was totally listening… for the most part.”

[ctrlkendall-blog]

“Sure you were, sis,” Kendall clicked her tongue before laughing.

[ctrlaspen-blog]

“I agree, it’s certainly not worth it. No, I’m sorry, I just wanted to apologise for seemingly listening in. I didn’t want you to think I was doing it on purpose.”

[ctrlkendall-blog]

“Well that’s decent of you,” Kendall couldn’t help but admit. “I accept your apology.”

[orionmurphy-deactivated20250209]

“Like I said then, Kendoll.”

[ctrlkendall-blog]

“So if it wasn’t from anybody that matters-- who was it from?”

[jfcdakota-blog1]

“My luscious hair, that certainly has no split ends,” Dakota insisted.

[ctrlkendall-blog]

“Mmhm,” Kendall hummed in a judgemental tone, letting her sister’s hair go.

[lily-armstrong]

“Do you believe me? If I can avoid making that, It’d be so great.” 

[ctrlkendall-blog]

“Of course. It’d be a waste of time making that anyways-- and there’s a risk you’d ruin your manicure.”

[jfcdakota-blog1]

Placing a hand over her heart, Dakota stared at her sister. “Split ends? Not even possible, Ken. I’d never let that happen.”

[ctrlkendall-blog]

"Then what are these?” Kendall fussed, taking a few strands of her sister’s hair in between her fingers.

[lily-armstrong]

“To prove it to you, defiantly.” 

[ctrlkendall-blog]

"Well there’s no need for that, sis.”

[ctrlaspen-blog]

“Very hard not to do when you’re talking extremely loudly in a public place. But, yes, I’ll be sure to try harder next time.”

[ctrlkendall-blog]

"I naturally speak loudly. But never mind-- I’d rather not waste my time arguing about such petty things. Did you need something?”