I'm not doing Frank, Grover, the Stolls or Luke due to not having any ideas for them. All this takes place 2 years after BOO. And before you ask, no I am not depressed. I just have a very morbid imagination.
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Percy (I think he'd be 19 after 2 years from BOO. Correct me if I'm wrong)
Percy couldn't help but feel depressed on this particular day. He just found out his mother and stepfather were killed in a drive-by shooting, Annabeth broke up with him to focus on school (a decision he saw coming in all honesty), and to top it off, he was broke and homeless in New York City. The only good thing he had going for him was that he was employed. Even then, it was a minimum wage job at a sandwich shop in Queens. Not really enough to pay for a decent apartment. Still, it was something and Percy could always break into inheritance whenever he needed to. But he had to get another job quickly and find shelter.
And that leads Percy to where he is now: in an ally behind Delmar's, his current job, and praying that monsters would leave him alone and that obviously drunk woman would stumble away. But his name isn't Percy Jackson for nothing and his luck isn't famously unlucky for no reason either.
The woman spotted him and began to walk- stumble- towards him. He could barely make her out under the dim lights of the alleyway. But he could clearly see her scantily short red dress leaving nothing to the imagination on her chubby frame. And her terribly smeared makeup. That was something Percy didn't need light to see. Her hair was a rats nest and her feet were bare against the filthy concrete floor. Even though he wasn't close enough, he could somehow smell the cheap perfume mixed in with equally cheap alcohol. It made Percy gag and want to get away. But the possession she held in her right arm stopped him.
She was holding a bundle of something as she made her way to Percy, and it was moving. Moving like it was in pain or trying to get away. The lack of light may have been playing tricks on his eyes but at that moment Percy knew what was in that bundle was in danger and needed help.
Thankfully, Percy didn't need to do anything. The woman had walked- stumbled- right up to him and, without a word, dropped the bundle in his arms before walking- stumbling- out of the alleyway.
Percy stood there for a moment in shock before looking down at the squirming bundle in his arms. He noticed it looked filthy and was tightly wrapped around whatever was inside. Obviously, what it was wasn't able to breathe properly and Percy carefully began to unwrap it. What he saw floored him.
Inside the bundle flailing around was an infant. A small, helpless infant that once she could sense (Percy checked for gender) fresh oxygen again, began to breathe heavily.
It was obvious the small girl in Percy's arms was mistreated. She was obviously smaller than she was supposed to be with her ribcage showing and her head a lot bigger than her torso. Percy was appalled at how someone could treat a child this way and instantly thought to take her to Camp, where Will would be able to heal her properly. The only issue was what he would do afterward. Would he take the small girl in? Leave her at Camp? He would cross that bridge when he came to it. For now, he had to wait till morning to ask Mr. Delmar for some time off.
Jason (I have no clue how old he is. Someone please tell me)
All Jason could do was pace around the waiting room he was forced to sit in. Piper had just gone into labor and it had been a very high-risk event from the beginning. Pre-Clamps had set in very early on in the pregnancy and had ultimately gotten worse as it progressed. Doctors had warned the couple that continuing on with the pregnancy may result in E-Clamps during labor and the result may include the life of Piper or their unborn daughter.
