Rio walked slowly into the woods, a bit more cautious than usual. He was no stranger to the dark, which helped a bit as he stepped into the dense wall of closely packed trees. He began to feel claustrophobic, as though all of the trees were slowly moving forward. No, stop it Rio. This isn't Lord of the Rings. Trees can't move.
But this is indeed Camp Half-Blood, is it not? Are there not tree nymphs running around the place, doing as they please? Rio contradicted himself just as quick. One thing about Rio that most people found odd: He was very likely to quote lines from movies and poems at random times in the conversation. He was also prone to walking off while somebody was saying something to him, because that was just how he'd done it all his life. His ADHD helped a bit, seeing as it made him either zone out or get all jittery when he stayed in a single place at any given time, though sometimes it wasn't horrible. He often found himself using his ADHD as an excuse for him walking off, not the true reason which was that he didn't care much for straying from how his life had always been.
Rio breathed in the damp forest air, no longer claustrophobic. He found that it was that way when he got lost in his thoughts. That he just forgot everything around him and became calm. He doubted that would be true in the presence of an angry god that wanted his head. Rio hadn't met any gods and was almost positive that they all had fairly indifferent feelings towards him. Except for Artemis, who hated pretty much all boys.
Rio thought he heard a noise from behind him. And there were more noises all around him, in fact, and they were scaring the crap out of the unclaimed demigod. Rio touched his necklace, turning it into a celestial bronze sword, stained black like the bead it had been. He held it out and spun around, trying to locate the source of the noise. "Just get out here already, will you? I don't really care much for spinning - it makes my head hurt."