Jonathan

*he stands quietly looking at the ground then scratches his wrist*

uhh..... i don't know....

"Well... that is quite peculiar. Nevertheless, you should stop scratching your wrist, else you damage it further than just the skin"

He told the strange boy with a tiny bit of concern in his voice.

sorry... it's a habit ><

*scratches face instead bc why not*

"I would recommend to not scratch any of your limbs."

He told the boy with a slightly concerned frown

*he stands quietly looking at the ground then scratches his wrist*

uhh..... i don't know....

"Well... that is quite peculiar. Nevertheless, you should stop scratching your wrist, else you damage it further than just the skin"

He told the strange boy with a tiny bit of concern in his voice.

Ooc//I saw this and wanted to do this too

Trauma candy salad!

Hi I'm Freddie and I was raised very harshly by my maternal grandparents until I was 10 and I brought classic Haribos :D

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I'm Jonathan and I was abused by my ex fiance... and almost forced to marry her. Twice. I brought Maoams

Early November 1777, The man walked around the british camp, only wearing his coat to warm himself. He was humming a small tune. @cathy-joseph-hayes

A much shorter soldier shielded from the cold by her cloak and scarf, comes up to him with an anxious expression

"Oh, Mr. Hayes. To what do I owe the pleasure?" The man asked gently with a slight shake from the cold, seeing as he didn't have his quite effective cloak with him. Which was quite the loss.

Cathy had inquired to 99% of the camp on Freddie's whereabouts and turned out completely dry. She knew Jonathan and him were tentmates, he must know something!

"Everyone has been saying frederick deserted.... Smith, you..you two shared a tent. You must have some idea of his whereabouts!" Her tone sounded almost pleading in a way but she did her best to remain composed.

"yes he has.." his expresion turned thoughtful

"Did he not tell you? I thought he told you." He said with a frown, but a fond shine was also entering his eyes as he thought about the farewell he had given the boy and vice versa

She looked down with furrowed brows and gnawed her lip.

"After what happened with Hamilton and the hanging...I find it doubtful he'd tell me anything. But I didn't think he would desert. He's not a coward."

Jonathan sighed frustrated "this fool!" He almost groaned

"You are correct, he is not a coward, however he does prefer to deal with the things bothering him alone, 'tis quite frustrating, especially when he chooses to go into the enemy encampment to do so" he explained with a bizarre mix of frustration and fondness in his voice

Cathy's eyes went wide, her jaw agape. Her mind started racing and she honestly looked horrified and terrified...and hurt.

He'd throw himself into enemy territory? an espionage mission? a potential suicide mission, should he be caught...just to get away from me?

She didn't utter another word before just running away to her private tent.

Jonathan cursed under his breath and followed the soldier, but stopped outside the tent. It didn't feel right to intrude in someones privacy.

"Hayes?"

He called into the tent. It was quite the silly sight, a soldier talking with a tent.

"I do not know what exactly has happened between you, but I know m-... I know Kenneth. He best handles his inner turmoils alone. I agree, it was foolish of him to run to the enemy, but what is done is done." He spoke with conviction. He knew Frederick. He knew him better tha some others here, so he knew the reason for leaving. "I need to clear my head" the farm boy has said. "Understand, I need to leave else I will not function properly, neither as friend, nor as solider" he had begged for Jonathans understanding, for his approval.

"I believe he shall return. He would be foolish not to. Not after-" he cut himself off.

Not after the confession from which Frederick walked away, distant, in his head?

Not after Jonathan had begged him to return, to stay, to not die or get wounded, to return in one piece to Jonathan, to which Frederick only slightly reluctantly, but still enough to instill a fear into Jonathans heart and mind, agreed?

He sighed.

"I shall hope he will return. I know nothing, but I know he considers you close to a brother. Such a quarrel should not be a permanent stepping stone for you, not with him."

It looked silly, admittedly, but...she poked her head out from between the flaps of her tent. Her face was red and tears were brimming but her expression was stern.

"I know not the details of his mission....but..., should he not return come January 1st-I will personally find and retrieve him myself."

She looked dead serious.

It's not that she didn't trust his capabilities. But she wasn't sure she could hold out much longer with their unfinished business weighing on her and also didn't know how intuitive Washington's men were.

Jonathan laughed a little

"May I join you, then? I just worry about him, that is all." He asked her with a small laugh and a pat to the soldiers shoulder.

He did take her seriously, as he did every soldier here, but the relief of not being ignored and / or met with anger stole a small laugh from the man

She pouted for a brief moment then sighed and averted her gaze

"I suppose so. And I appreciate the honesty, Smith."

She wasn't sure whether she should be angry at Freddie for not telling her or start coming up with an elaborate plan to get back on his good side. She was leaning towards the latter.

Jonathan smiled "I appreciate you worrying abt him, he needs such friends as you, regardless of your disagreement." He told her honestly.

To be honest Jonathan was relieved that he was not the only person who worries about Frederick and misses him.

Cathy wasn't too certain they really were 'friends' anymore. Regardless of what Jonathan had told her. Leaving like this at this moment felt like getting stabbed.

She gave him a fake smile.

"*chuckle* I suppose you're right. Now, if you excuse me, I uh have some writing I'd like to work on."

Before he could even respond, she ducked her head back into the tent and closed the flaps. She needed to think.

Jonathan blinked surprised and then just shrugged and walked away

Early November 1777, The man walked around the british camp, only wearing his coat to warm himself. He was humming a small tune. @cathy-joseph-hayes

A much shorter soldier shielded from the cold by her cloak and scarf, comes up to him with an anxious expression

"Oh, Mr. Hayes. To what do I owe the pleasure?" The man asked gently with a slight shake from the cold, seeing as he didn't have his quite effective cloak with him. Which was quite the loss.

Cathy had inquired to 99% of the camp on Freddie's whereabouts and turned out completely dry. She knew Jonathan and him were tentmates, he must know something!

"Everyone has been saying frederick deserted.... Smith, you..you two shared a tent. You must have some idea of his whereabouts!" Her tone sounded almost pleading in a way but she did her best to remain composed.

"yes he has.." his expresion turned thoughtful

"Did he not tell you? I thought he told you." He said with a frown, but a fond shine was also entering his eyes as he thought about the farewell he had given the boy and vice versa

She looked down with furrowed brows and gnawed her lip.

"After what happened with Hamilton and the hanging...I find it doubtful he'd tell me anything. But I didn't think he would desert. He's not a coward."

Jonathan sighed frustrated "this fool!" He almost groaned

"You are correct, he is not a coward, however he does prefer to deal with the things bothering him alone, 'tis quite frustrating, especially when he chooses to go into the enemy encampment to do so" he explained with a bizarre mix of frustration and fondness in his voice

Cathy's eyes went wide, her jaw agape. Her mind started racing and she honestly looked horrified and terrified...and hurt.

He'd throw himself into enemy territory? an espionage mission? a potential suicide mission, should he be caught...just to get away from me?

She didn't utter another word before just running away to her private tent.

Jonathan cursed under his breath and followed the soldier, but stopped outside the tent. It didn't feel right to intrude in someones privacy.

"Hayes?"

He called into the tent. It was quite the silly sight, a soldier talking with a tent.

"I do not know what exactly has happened between you, but I know m-... I know Kenneth. He best handles his inner turmoils alone. I agree, it was foolish of him to run to the enemy, but what is done is done." He spoke with conviction. He knew Frederick. He knew him better tha some others here, so he knew the reason for leaving. "I need to clear my head" the farm boy has said. "Understand, I need to leave else I will not function properly, neither as friend, nor as solider" he had begged for Jonathans understanding, for his approval.

"I believe he shall return. He would be foolish not to. Not after-" he cut himself off.

Not after the confession from which Frederick walked away, distant, in his head?

Not after Jonathan had begged him to return, to stay, to not die or get wounded, to return in one piece to Jonathan, to which Frederick only slightly reluctantly, but still enough to instill a fear into Jonathans heart and mind, agreed?

He sighed.

"I shall hope he will return. I know nothing, but I know he considers you close to a brother. Such a quarrel should not be a permanent stepping stone for you, not with him."

It looked silly, admittedly, but...she poked her head out from between the flaps of her tent. Her face was red and tears were brimming but her expression was stern.

"I know not the details of his mission....but..., should he not return come January 1st-I will personally find and retrieve him myself."

She looked dead serious.

It's not that she didn't trust his capabilities. But she wasn't sure she could hold out much longer with their unfinished business weighing on her and also didn't know how intuitive Washington's men were.

Jonathan laughed a little

"May I join you, then? I just worry about him, that is all." He asked her with a small laugh and a pat to the soldiers shoulder.

He did take her seriously, as he did every soldier here, but the relief of not being ignored and / or met with anger stole a small laugh from the man

She pouted for a brief moment then sighed and averted her gaze

"I suppose so. And I appreciate the honesty, Smith."

She wasn't sure whether she should be angry at Freddie for not telling her or start coming up with an elaborate plan to get back on his good side. She was leaning towards the latter.

Jonathan smiled "I appreciate you worrying abt him, he needs such friends as you, regardless of your disagreement." He told her honestly.

To be honest Jonathan was relieved that he was not the only person who worries about Frederick and misses him.

Early November 1777, The man walked around the british camp, only wearing his coat to warm himself. He was humming a small tune. @cathy-joseph-hayes

A much shorter soldier shielded from the cold by her cloak and scarf, comes up to him with an anxious expression

"Oh, Mr. Hayes. To what do I owe the pleasure?" The man asked gently with a slight shake from the cold, seeing as he didn't have his quite effective cloak with him. Which was quite the loss.

Cathy had inquired to 99% of the camp on Freddie's whereabouts and turned out completely dry. She knew Jonathan and him were tentmates, he must know something!

"Everyone has been saying frederick deserted.... Smith, you..you two shared a tent. You must have some idea of his whereabouts!" Her tone sounded almost pleading in a way but she did her best to remain composed.

"yes he has.." his expresion turned thoughtful

"Did he not tell you? I thought he told you." He said with a frown, but a fond shine was also entering his eyes as he thought about the farewell he had given the boy and vice versa

She looked down with furrowed brows and gnawed her lip.

"After what happened with Hamilton and the hanging...I find it doubtful he'd tell me anything. But I didn't think he would desert. He's not a coward."

Jonathan sighed frustrated "this fool!" He almost groaned

"You are correct, he is not a coward, however he does prefer to deal with the things bothering him alone, 'tis quite frustrating, especially when he chooses to go into the enemy encampment to do so" he explained with a bizarre mix of frustration and fondness in his voice

Cathy's eyes went wide, her jaw agape. Her mind started racing and she honestly looked horrified and terrified...and hurt.

He'd throw himself into enemy territory? an espionage mission? a potential suicide mission, should he be caught...just to get away from me?

She didn't utter another word before just running away to her private tent.

Jonathan cursed under his breath and followed the soldier, but stopped outside the tent. It didn't feel right to intrude in someones privacy.

"Hayes?"

He called into the tent. It was quite the silly sight, a soldier talking with a tent.

"I do not know what exactly has happened between you, but I know m-... I know Kenneth. He best handles his inner turmoils alone. I agree, it was foolish of him to run to the enemy, but what is done is done." He spoke with conviction. He knew Frederick. He knew him better tha some others here, so he knew the reason for leaving. "I need to clear my head" the farm boy has said. "Understand, I need to leave else I will not function properly, neither as friend, nor as solider" he had begged for Jonathans understanding, for his approval.

"I believe he shall return. He would be foolish not to. Not after-" he cut himself off.

Not after the confession from which Frederick walked away, distant, in his head?

Not after Jonathan had begged him to return, to stay, to not die or get wounded, to return in one piece to Jonathan, to which Frederick only slightly reluctantly, but still enough to instill a fear into Jonathans heart and mind, agreed?

He sighed.

"I shall hope he will return. I know nothing, but I know he considers you close to a brother. Such a quarrel should not be a permanent stepping stone for you, not with him."

It looked silly, admittedly, but...she poked her head out from between the flaps of her tent. Her face was red and tears were brimming but her expression was stern.

"I know not the details of his mission....but..., should he not return come January 1st-I will personally find and retrieve him myself."

She looked dead serious.

It's not that she didn't trust his capabilities. But she wasn't sure she could hold out much longer with their unfinished business weighing on her and also didn't know how intuitive Washington's men were.

Jonathan laughed a little

"May I join you, then? I just worry about him, that is all." He asked her with a small laugh and a pat to the soldiers shoulder.

He did take her seriously, as he did every soldier here, but the relief of not being ignored and / or met with anger stole a small laugh from the man

Early November 1777, The man walked around the british camp, only wearing his coat to warm himself. He was humming a small tune. @cathy-joseph-hayes

A much shorter soldier shielded from the cold by her cloak and scarf, comes up to him with an anxious expression

"Oh, Mr. Hayes. To what do I owe the pleasure?" The man asked gently with a slight shake from the cold, seeing as he didn't have his quite effective cloak with him. Which was quite the loss.

Cathy had inquired to 99% of the camp on Freddie's whereabouts and turned out completely dry. She knew Jonathan and him were tentmates, he must know something!

"Everyone has been saying frederick deserted.... Smith, you..you two shared a tent. You must have some idea of his whereabouts!" Her tone sounded almost pleading in a way but she did her best to remain composed.

"yes he has.." his expresion turned thoughtful

"Did he not tell you? I thought he told you." He said with a frown, but a fond shine was also entering his eyes as he thought about the farewell he had given the boy and vice versa

She looked down with furrowed brows and gnawed her lip.

"After what happened with Hamilton and the hanging...I find it doubtful he'd tell me anything. But I didn't think he would desert. He's not a coward."

Jonathan sighed frustrated "this fool!" He almost groaned

"You are correct, he is not a coward, however he does prefer to deal with the things bothering him alone, 'tis quite frustrating, especially when he chooses to go into the enemy encampment to do so" he explained with a bizarre mix of frustration and fondness in his voice

Cathy's eyes went wide, her jaw agape. Her mind started racing and she honestly looked horrified and terrified...and hurt.

He'd throw himself into enemy territory? an espionage mission? a potential suicide mission, should he be caught...just to get away from me?

She didn't utter another word before just running away to her private tent.

Jonathan cursed under his breath and followed the soldier, but stopped outside the tent. It didn't feel right to intrude in someones privacy.

"Hayes?"

He called into the tent. It was quite the silly sight, a soldier talking with a tent.

"I do not know what exactly has happened between you, but I know m-... I know Kenneth. He best handles his inner turmoils alone. I agree, it was foolish of him to run to the enemy, but what is done is done." He spoke with conviction. He knew Frederick. He knew him better tha some others here, so he knew the reason for leaving. "I need to clear my head" the farm boy has said. "Understand, I need to leave else I will not function properly, neither as friend, nor as solider" he had begged for Jonathans understanding, for his approval.

"I believe he shall return. He would be foolish not to. Not after-" he cut himself off.

Not after the confession from which Frederick walked away, distant, in his head?

Not after Jonathan had begged him to return, to stay, to not die or get wounded, to return in one piece to Jonathan, to which Frederick only slightly reluctantly, but still enough to instill a fear into Jonathans heart and mind, agreed?

He sighed.

"I shall hope he will return. I know nothing, but I know he considers you close to a brother. Such a quarrel should not be a permanent stepping stone for you, not with him."

Early November 1777, The man walked around the british camp, only wearing his coat to warm himself. He was humming a small tune. @cathy-joseph-hayes

A much shorter soldier shielded from the cold by her cloak and scarf, comes up to him with an anxious expression

"Oh, Mr. Hayes. To what do I owe the pleasure?" The man asked gently with a slight shake from the cold, seeing as he didn't have his quite effective cloak with him. Which was quite the loss.

Cathy had inquired to 99% of the camp on Freddie's whereabouts and turned out completely dry. She knew Jonathan and him were tentmates, he must know something!

"Everyone has been saying frederick deserted.... Smith, you..you two shared a tent. You must have some idea of his whereabouts!" Her tone sounded almost pleading in a way but she did her best to remain composed.

"yes he has.." his expresion turned thoughtful

"Did he not tell you? I thought he told you." He said with a frown, but a fond shine was also entering his eyes as he thought about the farewell he had given the boy and vice versa

She looked down with furrowed brows and gnawed her lip.

"After what happened with Hamilton and the hanging...I find it doubtful he'd tell me anything. But I didn't think he would desert. He's not a coward."

Jonathan sighed frustrated "this fool!" He almost groaned

"You are correct, he is not a coward, however he does prefer to deal with the things bothering him alone, 'tis quite frustrating, especially when he chooses to go into the enemy encampment to do so" he explained with a bizarre mix of frustration and fondness in his voice

Early November 1777, The man walked around the british camp, only wearing his coat to warm himself. He was humming a small tune. @cathy-joseph-hayes

A much shorter soldier shielded from the cold by her cloak and scarf, comes up to him with an anxious expression

"Oh, Mr. Hayes. To what do I owe the pleasure?" The man asked gently with a slight shake from the cold, seeing as he didn't have his quite effective cloak with him. Which was quite the loss.

Cathy had inquired to 99% of the camp on Freddie's whereabouts and turned out completely dry. She knew Jonathan and him were tentmates, he must know something!

"Everyone has been saying frederick deserted.... Smith, you..you two shared a tent. You must have some idea of his whereabouts!" Her tone sounded almost pleading in a way but she did her best to remain composed.

"yes he has.." his expresion turned thoughtful

"Did he not tell you? I thought he told you." He said with a frown, but a fond shine was also entering his eyes as he thought about the farewell he had given the boy and vice versa

Things Percy Jackson remembers in Son of Neptune:

Early November 1777, The man walked around the british camp, only wearing his coat to warm himself. He was humming a small tune. @cathy-joseph-hayes

A much shorter soldier shielded from the cold by her cloak and scarf, comes up to him with an anxious expression

"Oh, Mr. Hayes. To what do I owe the pleasure?" The man asked gently with a slight shake from the cold, seeing as he didn't have his quite effective cloak with him. Which was quite the loss.