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Post by Margaret Fox on Dec 12, 2011 16:04:46 GMT -7
Margaret walked into the Hermes cabin, wearing baggy jeans, and an over sized T-shirt with The Ramones logo on the back, along with converse, and a baseball hat. She had a nap sack slung over her shoulder with clothes shoved into it. She stood in the empty cabin, boredom looming , and lurking in every corner. Margaret had made the trip to Camp Half blood on foot, and now, had made it to Camp Olympus on foot with nothing but the cloths on her back. “Helllllooooooo…?” she mused. “Anybody Home?” there was a pause. She rolled her eyes. “Anybody care?” She walked further into the cabin. And spotted a hammock.
She looked over her shoulder, still, nobody, and there weren’t any markings on the hammock, not a claim to it in sight. Margaret eased herself onto the hammock, sitting on it like a chair. She sat there for a few minutes, board. She rehearsed what had been told to her by her father, Hermes, how to get to Camp half blood, and Camp Olympus. She had never seen his face, it was more so like a whisper, back ground music to her life. She stayed in the hammock, and began to think. “Lord Hermes… now that ya got me, what do you want?” she mused softly.
She had never seen him, but his voice was all ways there. She had looked up Hermes before, and he seemed like a nice guy, and from what she had heard that kids that had met him, he was a pretty decent Dad. Margaret had gotten a lot of herself from Hermes, her blonde hair, her love of travel, and that abnormal ability to run like Flash the Super Hero. “Mehh.” She groaned.
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Post by Briony Lewis on Dec 12, 2011 17:41:33 GMT -7
Gods, today sucked. It wasn’t like Brie had expected a happy homecoming, but she had definitely expected better than what she had got. Nico had been pissed at her for disappearing, and then even moreso for her asking for a favor, setting off a PMSy fit in him that leveled with the wrath of Zeus himself. Perhaps it had been bad timing, but Brie did need his help- he was the only one that she knew of that could do what she was trying to learn. Brat. Even despite his less than enthusiastic welcome, Brie couldn’t help but be happy that she had seen him. She had missed him.
She figured her next stop on her list was to track Hermes down, but she wasn’t quite ready for that. The only note she had left was for Nico when she had left six months ago, but Brie was pretty sure that Hermes knew where she was, at least part of the time. She had made a few offerings to him, once in Paris, again in Rome, and she had thought she had seen him at least once in California. They had never made contact, but Brie wasn’t big on contact to begin with. She had started making an effort towards a relationship with her father after making him the cave offering shortly before she left, but they still had a long road to go if they wanted a real father-daughter relationship. She still didn’t trust him.
She didn’t trust her siblings, either. Brie had grown up an only child before her mother’s death, and she got along well enough on her own that she had never been one of those kids wishing they had someone else there. When she had been orphaned, Brie had become even more independent. Upon finding out she had a ton of half-siblings, Brie hadn’t known what to do with them. She didn’t want to get close to someone else that she’d lose to the monsters or gods-knew-what, so she kept them all at bane with her snappy attitude and her kitchen knife. So far, it worked. Most children of Hermes avoided her the few minutes a day she was actually awake in the cabin. She did them a favor and avoided it for the most part.
She opened the door to the cabin, looking to grab the gladius she had in her bag to go practice with, in hopes of getting some of her irritation out. However, instead of a way to lose tension, she found another source to gain it: someone was sitting on her bed. Brie growled in the back of her throat, fixing the stranger with a look that would rival the one that Nico had given her earlier. “Get off my bed.”
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Post by Margaret Fox on Dec 12, 2011 18:14:29 GMT -7
Margaret looked at Brie, and raised an eyebrow, smirking. “And you would be..?” she asked slyly. She stayed on the hammock. “So, I assume you’re like… My half sister.” She laughed slightly. “So cute, you going to make me get off your bed girlie? Or are you just going to stomp your foot and call for your Mommy and Daddy?” Margaret was being abnormally cruel, but she couldn’t help it, she needed to make sure this girl knew that she wasn’t fresh meat, and certainly wasn’t bottom of the food chain. Margaret was predator, not prey, and force to be reckon with. Margaret stood up, sizing the girl up. She looked maybe a year or so younger. She grinned. “It’s not nice to be so mean to your big sister.” Margaret was enjoying this all too much, but, in the end, she decided that she had dished out enough.
She didn’t know if this girl would like, start crying or something. Gods know this girl had known Hermes longer than Margaret had, for she had yet to even see him in the flesh, and the last thing Margaret wanted was for her first time meeting Hermes to only be for a scolding. Margaret had never had a male figure in her life, and if she were being completely honest, the thought of Hermes angry with her shook her to her core. She wanted to please him in all honesty. She hadn’t had a parent since she was 5 years old. She still craved the parental attention and love, and if she where able to take the form of a 5 year old girl just so she could sit in Hermes lap and fall asleep, she would.
She was hard on the outside, but once you cracked her shell, there was nothing but a melting girl, desperate for affection of someone who would all ways love her. But Margaret would never let that show; never in a million years would she allow that to show. She had to be so hateful to feel safe inside of her own skin. She said an apology to her half sister in her head, so she and only she could remember, and know that she wasn’t really all bad.
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Post by Briony Lewis on Dec 12, 2011 19:12:30 GMT -7
“And you would be..?”
Brie raised her brows, surprised at the girl’s gumption. Who the hell did she think she was, anyway? “It doesn’t matter. Move.” She was getting tired of telling her nicely, and already Brie knew what she was going to do if the girl didn’t wise up.
“So, I assume you’re like… My half sister.”
“Aren’t you a fucking genius,” Brie growled, rolling her eyes. She didn’t have time for this. She had things to do today.
“So cute, you going to make me get off your bed girlie? Or are you just going to stomp your foot and call for your Mommy and Daddy?”
Brie’s cheeks flushed, and the look on her face was downright sinister. She wasn’t a stranger to defending what was hers, and this girl was about to get a rude wake up call if she thought that just because Brie was little, she could be pushed around easily. “I’m asking you one last time. Move.” Brie had defended herself too many times in the streets to be surprised that someone saw her as weak- it was hard not to. She was a skinny girl, short, and looked younger than her age. Easy pickings for bigger bullies, be they the other homeless in New Orleans after Katrina, or the bitchy kids in the Ares cabin. Apparently the bullies had just recruited another one- and Brie was about to teach her a valuable lesson: if she liked her face the way it was, she wouldn’t mess with Briony Lewis.
“It’s not nice to be so mean to your big sister.”
“I don’t have a sister.” Brie pulled the kitchen knife out of her waist band, having freshly sharpened it until it was more a weapon than a utensil, and with a swift downward cut, she cut through the rope that held the hammock up- sending Margaret toppling to the floor. Brie looked down at her, cold anger radiating off of her. “Stay the hell away from my stuff.” Satisfied that she was done teaching her a lesson, she stood on the nearest bed, leaning over as she untied the other side of the hammock. She would have to repair it before she could go to bed. This day would never end, would it?
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Post by Margaret Fox on Dec 12, 2011 19:32:14 GMT -7
Margaret only knew two things at this moment. One, She was on the floor. Second, she was going to kill this girl. She stood up, and grabbed her by the ear hard, and drugged her out of the cabin, walking at first. Once she was satisfied, she ran away in one direction, and came back at her top speed, which was near 80 miles an hour. In her mid sprint, when she was about 20 feet from Bri, she jumped up, her speed propelling her into the air, simulating the act of Margaret flying. She had to jump so far away due to the fact that jumping so close she would miss, a painful lesson she had learned before the hard way.
She held onto Bri making sure she was along for the ride. She could steer the slightly younger girls body like a plane, as she was used to going as such fast speeds. She had Bri’s body going vertical, as she had been standing straight up when she had jumped at her, and landed feet first. Margaret could see in the distance a tree coming up. “Perfect.” She muttered, and within seconds, Bri’s Body was slammed into the tree, as Margaret bent her knees and jumped away as Bri hit the trunk of the tree. Margaret dusted herself off. “You better watch yourself a little better baby sister.” Margaret decided to have some mercy, and didn’t give Bri and kick with she was on the ground.
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Post by Briony Lewis on Dec 12, 2011 19:44:28 GMT -7
Brie should have seen it coming. The fact that she hadn’t was just one big sign that she had a far bit to go from thief to warrior princess. As the older girl grabbed her ear, Brie snarled, grabbing at her arm and raking her fingers into her flesh as she was being pulled from the cabin. Her grip wasn’t good enough to push the other girl off of her, but she had definitely left some deep scratches, and she was rewarded with her freedom- temporarily. Before Brie even had a chance to grab her weapon and thus properly defend herself, the girl slammed into her, knocking her backwards into a tree. Brie recovered from that quickly enough, her face flushed with anger. She was going to KILL this girl, camp rules be damned. “You. Are. Not. My. Sister!”
She regained her footing, her head pounding, and she dropped the knife. She was going to rip this girl’s hair out and hang her with it from the very tree she just thrown into. Brie rushed at the other girl, slamming into her and knocking her to the ground, beginning to whale on her. She didn’t care where her punches and kicks landed, and they rolled around the ground for a few minutes as she scratched and clawed, pulling hair and hitting, determined to teach this girl not to mess with her.
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Post by Hermes on Dec 12, 2011 20:06:23 GMT -7
 IT WAS LIKE A TIME-BOMB SET INTO MOTIONwe knew that we were destined to explode------------------------------What a nice day, Hermes mused as he reclined in his chair inside the Main House. His gaze was on the window and what the god wouldn't give for any reason to go outside. He was being strict on himself, trying to make himself just stay inside and not go bothering his children and their friends. However, he'd been 'strict' for far too long and he was going stir crazy.
Huffing, the messenger kicked his feet down from the table and stood, making his way slowly outside. He stood in the sunlight, squinting around until his eyes adjusted enough to let him move around without seeming human. The sandy haired god ran his fingers through his hair and set off, walking through the camp. Hermes greeted a few campers and paused to ask how they were doing or what they were doing, depending on where he had wandered to. After a fair bit of wandering, Hermes found himself wondering where Briony was. The last time they'd spoke, he'd screwed up their relationship and then she'd disappeared for almost six months. He'd gotten a few offerings from her and even thought he'd seen her on one of his deliveries but they hadn't communicated in any other way.
Hermes stretech and kept his arms behind his head as he walked around, searching absently for Briony. Silently, Hermes wondered if Zeus could give him a sign as to the whereabouts of his daughter. Almost as if an answer, Hermes heard an odd sound. He couldn't exactly say what it was but it sounded familiar and brought feelings of dread to his gut. Slowly, the god made his way toward the sound and sighed quietly to himself at the sight. Briony was fighting another girl and they were rolling on the ground.
Hermes easily shifted stances, going from relaxed to stern in mere seconds. His arms folded across his chest and face set in a scowl, Hermes cleared his throat loudly.
"Ladies," he said in an icy tone. "LADIES." His voice rose and displayed his stature as a Greek god in that short shout. "Ladies, cease this fighting. Now." His tone, while still icy, was also hard and promised consequences if he was argues with. Hermes narrowed his eyes and waited to see if the girls would comply with his wishes.------------------------------and if i have to pull you out of the wreckageYOU KNOW I'M NEVER GONNA LET YOU GOtagging; Briony, Margaret
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Post by Margaret Fox on Dec 13, 2011 9:47:49 GMT -7
Margaret growled and bared her teeth at the girl, taking on several punches to the face, and getting her hair pulled. “Fucking bitch, get off me!” Margaret yelled, and forced herself on top of Bri, not noticing that Hermes was just a few feet away. Margaret was the proud owner of a bloody nose thanks to Bri, and she planned to return the favor. She delivered 3 final blows, punching Bri in the face, holding her down by the neck with her left hand and punching with her right. “See, bitch?” She said through gritted teeth, pulling Bri up by the front of her shirt collar. “You’re just a little shit who doesn’t know her place, I'll whip your ass night or day baby girl, you just watch.” She released Bri, and stood up, looking down at her little half-sister. “Damn it, Margaret.” She thought. “Can’t beat up your own kin like that.” She scolded herself, even though it was a tad late for this realization.
She sighed, and was still oblivious to Hermes presence. She dropped a hand and pulled Bri up by her arm, standing her on her own two feet. “Make sure you stay away, don't want you like, to die of of concussion.” Margaret said her voice cold. Margaret finally looked up at Hermes, her eyes revealing a haunted kind of look. “Sorry you had to see that.” She said with no true sorriness behind it. In these kinds of situations, Margaret chose to feel nothing, instead of risking feeling too much. She stared at Hermes with a glossy look in her eyes, emotionless, and uncaring.
She than looked back at Bri, and pulled out one of those small carry on tissue packs. she pulled a few out and handed them to her. "For your nose." she said and took a few out for her self, and wiped her face clean of her own blood... which probably was a mix of her's, and Bri's. Margaret looked at her arms, and chuckled. "You got some nice claws there girly, might have to trim them in yer sleep." Margaret had come back down to earth and was no longer the big bad big sister, and now, had decided to be a better sibling figure to Little Bri.Heh... little Bri, Margaret wondered how Bri would like that pet name.
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Post by Briony Lewis on Dec 13, 2011 14:39:51 GMT -7
The sound of a third voice- a male voice that Brie knew way too well- made her stop for one second too long- allowing Margaret to get a good punch in that would have been otherwise at least semi-blocked. Brie was fortunate that her nose wasn’t broken, but she could already feel the warm blood coursing down her face.
“See, bitch? You’re just a little shit who doesn’t know her place, I'll whip your ass night or day baby girl, you just watch.”
“Oh fuck you,” Brie said casually, running her hand under her nose and looking at the blood. She’d had worse over the years. She ignored Mag’s sudden change in mood, as well as her offer of a hand up. Brie got to her feet herself, annoyed as her head pounded from their tousle. It was official- she hated this girl. She pulled her arm out of Margaret’s reach, and when the girl offered her a word of advice, Brie scowled.
“Make sure you stay away, don't want you like, to die of of concussion.”
“Worry about your own damn self,” Brie snapped, her southern accent elegant despite the not so ladylike words. She moved her leg, knocking Margaret’s out from under her, sending her face first into the dirt again. “I think I owe you that.” She moved out of reach, pulling up the hem of her shirt to staunch the blood, showing over a bit of her slender, pale frame. For how tiny she was, the girl was all muscle- lean and wiry.
“Sorry you had to see that.”
Brie’s gaze flickered to her father, her dark eyes like shadows. It was hard to tell what she was thinking as she stared at him, her expression blank. “No doubt he’s used to it,” she remarked mildly, but the intention behind her words was unclear.
"For your nose."
Brie didn’t respond, just gave her the same hollow eyed look she had given her father. She sure as hell wasn’t going to except help from this girl.
"You got some nice claws there girly, might have to trim them in yer sleep."
“Try it and see what happens,” Brie growled. “We’ll see how nicely I carve you up.” She turned her back to other girl, retrieving her kitchen knife from where she had dropped it. She hesitated there, looking between Hermes and Margaret. They had already pissed him off enough- Brie wasn’t stupid enough to risk further irritation by wandering off without his dismissal. At least, not this time.
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Post by Hermes on Dec 13, 2011 14:59:22 GMT -7
IT WAS LIKE A TIME-BOMB SET INTO MOTIONwe knew that we were destined to explode------------------------------Oh dear Zeus, he already had a headache. Not to mention he was decidedly livid. How dare they shame his name by fighting outside? He didn't mind fighting because Hermes couldn't count the times he and Apollo had hashed it out. The thing was, they kept it where people weren't likely to run into them. The god stared down at the two girls. He knew Briony and he recognized the other girl as Margaret, the daughter he'd given instructions to get to Camp Olympus.
Hermes stood there, bare arms tight across his chest. He stared at the two girls continued to exchange words. He didn't respond to Margaret's apology; why should he have to? They were idiots if they couldn't tell he was pissed. Zeus, they were idiots regardless! The sandy haired god watched them through an angry haze, waiting silently until Briony stopped speaking.
With a loud, slow, deliberate clearing of his throat, Hermes said, "I am ashamed. I know this does not mean much to you, Briony, but I am ashamed. How dare you?" Arms sliding to his sides, hands curled into fists, Hermes took a menacing step forward. "How dare you shame me like this, ladies? Fighting in public. Anyone could have walked by and what would they think? Not only of me, but of you! Look at the both of you!" He sighed angrily. "I cannot believe you, either of you! Have you no shame?" He looked at Margaret. "I did not have to direct you here, young lady. I could have left you at Camp Half-Blood, but I sent directions here!" He looked to Brie. "And you. Where is your pride? You don't have to be proud to be my daughter, Briony, but I would expect you to have some pride in your self!" The god uncurled his right hand and ran his fingers through his hair, not knowing what to do.
If there was anything he wasn't used to, it was this. He was not used to his children fighting amongst each other outside of war like this to the point of blood. The only assurance the messenger could offer himself was that he had found them first and not Phobos or Hebe. Oh Zeus, that would be bad. Hermes took a deep breath, trying to calm himself to think rationally. It barely worked.
"Alright," he began slowly. "What happened? And if you both talk at once, your punishment will be infinately worse. Margaret, you first." The sandy haired god stared expectantly at his eldest daughter.------------------------------and if i have to pull you out of the wreckageYOU KNOW I'M NEVER GONNA LET YOU GO tagging; Brie, Margaret
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muse; Tobira no Mukoue by Yellow Generation
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Post by Margaret Fox on Dec 13, 2011 15:34:47 GMT -7
Margaret fell to the ground, and laughed as she hit the ground. She was used to pain, and it felt natural to feel it. She giggled us she stood up. “Yea” she continued to laugh. “Guess I did baby sister.” She laughed for a few more seconds than stopped as Hermes began to lecture. Margaret’s face fell slightly, and all laughter or sense of humor vacated from her mind. She was not use to a verbal scolding. Margaret was used to getting her ass kicked, or getting a lashing from a belt or whatever her Step Dad had close enough to him to throw or hit her with. The scolding stung, and right about now she wished Hermes would just slap them on the wrist and let them go. Having a Father that actually cared was really sucking right about now. Margaret sighed as Hermes asked her to explain what had happened. Margaret was a lot of things, but she wasn’t liar.
“Well… Ya see I kinda just got here and I sat in Bri’s hammock thing, and then she came and asked me to get off, and I didn’t… So yea, than we started getting pissed at each other, and she untied of the hammock holder upper thing, and when she turned around I got up, yanked her outside by her ear, and whammed into her while going 80 miles an hour… Then she got up, and we started fight ‘in, and well, now we’re hear…” Margaret said and then looked at the ground. She was going to seriously regret this, but it might get her off of some punishment Hermes was thinking of. “So… Ya see...Sir…” Oh Gods that word burned her mouth like fire.
Her hands where folded neatly behind her back as she took a step further, and looked up. “This is my fault… Bri didn’t do anything… So don’t be ashamed of her… I was being a bad example for my little sister… I’m sorry.” Margaret stood up all the way, and closed her eyes, expecting a slap, or something. She’d grown up in that kind of world. She figured she’d take her punishment with a brave face. She was a lot of things Margaret was. And she was a damn good faker. She meant a few things, but this was the ‘I’m trying to get out of trouble’ side. If anything good came of this, Hermes would let Bri go. Margaret figured Bri hated her, but hey, that didn’t mean she had to hate her back.
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Post by Briony Lewis on Dec 13, 2011 15:57:28 GMT -7
She shouldn’t have been surprised that Hermes was scolding them. It seemed like Hermes was always scolding her for something or other- Brie didn’t understand it. She hadn’t met him at all until she showed up at camp a year previously, and now that she had, she didn’t know what to make of him. If the two weren’t bickering about something, they were ignoring each other- and honestly, that was how Brie liked it. She didn’t know how to deal with suddenly having a father around- particularly a godly one that didn’t seem to know what to do with her, either.
Which made getting scolded all the more irritating. Brie’s cheeks reddened, and she sniffed at him, but surprisingly held her tongue. She might be impertinent, but she wasn’t stupid. At least, not completely. It was unfortunate she had a temper.
"And you. Where is your pride? You don't have to be proud to be my daughter, Briony, but I would expect you to have some pride in your self!"
“Don’t pretend to know what I do or don’t take pride in.” She set her chin stubbornly. It was stupid to sass a god, and she was sure her mother was rolling in her grave. Brie had enough pride in herself as was healthy- she wasn’t going to let someone kick her ass and get away with it. As for pride in being his daughter, well, the jury was still out on that one. She could do worse, but she wondered if she might have done better, too. Hermes always seemed exasperated with her- surely there was a god out there that would have been proud of her?
"Alright, What happened? And if you both talk at once, your punishment will be infinately worse. Margaret, you first."
Brie let out an angry hiss. She definitely couldn’t believe it- he was already picking favorites, and he chose that brat over her. Swell. Why was she surprised?
“Well… Ya see I kinda just got here and I sat in Bri’s hammock thing, and then she came and asked me to get off, and I didn’t… So yea, than we started getting pissed at each other, and she untied of the hammock holder upper thing, and when she turned around I got up, yanked her outside by her ear, and whammed into her while going 80 miles an hour… Then she got up, and we started fight ‘in, and well, now we’re hear…So… Ya see...Sir… This is my fault… Bri didn’t do anything… So don’t be ashamed of her… I was being a bad example for my little sister… I’m sorry.”
Brie rolled her eyes, examining her nails as if the whole mess bored her. She wanted to go have a proper sulk, hiding out in Hades cabin, where at least she felt wanted. “Pretty much.” She agreed simply, shrugging. If the other girl was stupid enough to throw herself under the bus, Brie wasn’t going to stop her. She just wanted to know what she was hoping to accomplish by getting Brie off the hook- was she looking for an ally? Brie wasn’t interested.
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Post by Hermes on Dec 13, 2011 16:40:12 GMT -7
IT WAS LIKE A TIME-BOMB SET INTO MOTIONwe knew that we were destined to explode------------------------------Hermes tried not to flinch at Brie's words. They were true but they still hurt him because they showed how much Brie didn't like him. Hermes sighed and was thankful for Margaret's explanation.
“Well… Ya see I kinda just got here and I sat in Bri’s hammock thing, and then she came and asked me to get off, and I didn’t… So yea, than we started getting pissed at each other, and she untied of the hammock holder upper thing, and when she turned around I got up, yanked her outside by her ear, and whammed into her while going 80 miles an hour… Then she got up, and we started fight ‘in, and well, now we’re hear…So… Ya see...Sir… This is my fault… Bri didn’t do anything… So don’t be ashamed of her… I was being a bad example for my little sister… I’m sorry.”
The god rolled his eyes and he shook his head. "I am discinclined to believe that it is entirely your fault. But if Briony agrees with you, then there's not much I can do." He smiled brightly at the girls. "But I hate liars, oh so very much. So I hope both of you are telling me the complete and utter truth because if I find out otherwise, I think you'll find Lord Hades' wrath easier to deal with." The smile slid from his face and Hermes looked between the two girls.
One of them was lying but he couldn't decide who was lying. If it was Brie, then she did have a larger part to play and if it was Margaret, Brie did have a larger part to play in the fight. He didn't like thinking like that. Despite how he felt at the moment, he did not want to make Brie be the bad guy. Hermes frowned gently and watched the girls for a moment before deciding what to do.
"If what you're both saying is true, Margaret, you get the larger punishment. It still remains that I saw Briony throwing some punches, so you," he looked to the shorter girl, "still get a punishment as well." Absently, the god rubbed his chin in thought. How should he punish them? He didn't want it to be too bad since it was the first infraction that he'd seen or heard of from either of them. The sandy haired god looked at Brie for a moment before looking at Margaret, trying to decide something for them to do. "Alright. Margaret, your punishment is stable duty. For one week, you are to clean the stables until they're spotless, every evening before dinner. Briony, you're going to be my assistant for three days. That should do."
Hermes placed his hands on his hips and looked at the two thoughtfully, trying to decided if his punishments were the right things to do. Well, he'd already said them. No walking back from that now. He could only hope that neither of them would be too upset about what he decided for them and if they were, he could always send them to Phobos and his punishments were worse than Hermes' could ever be. Hermes watched them carefully, weary of any outbursts that he could get.------------------------------and if i have to pull you out of the wreckageYOU KNOW I'M NEVER GONNA LET YOU GO tagging; Brie, Margaret
outfit; here
words; 558
muse; Tobira no Mukoue by Yellow Generation
lyrics; Time-Bomb by All Time Low
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Post by Margaret Fox on Dec 13, 2011 16:58:22 GMT -7
Margaret took a step back, and let her arms fall beside her waist. She listed to her punishment. “Okay.” She mused, keeping a steady look at Hermes, not wanting her face to waver and give any hits to the God that she was just putting on an act to make life easier for the three of them. Cleaning stable didn’t sound too bad; then again, she hadn’t set eyes on the stable, lord knows what those horses where capable of.
She didn’t see how Bri’s punishment was a punishment at all, but then again, she had all so taken full blame for the fight, and really, wouldn’t that just be a punishment for Hermes? Bri was his Daughter, but an extremely difficult one no doubt. “Um… Hermes?” Margaret spoke up. “Later, could I speak with you?” wait, who said that? Who the hell was controlling her vocal cords?
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Post by Briony Lewis on Dec 14, 2011 21:39:17 GMT -7
"I am discinclined to believe that it is entirely your fault. But if Briony agrees with you, then there's not much I can do."
Brie furrowed her brow, staring him down. Why was he always so quick to blame everything on her? Couldn’t he give her the benefit of the doubt, just once?
"But I hate liars, oh so very much. So I hope both of you are telling me the complete and utter truth because if I find out otherwise, I think you'll find Lord Hades' wrath easier to deal with."
“Peachy.” Brie mumbled resentfully. Why couldn’t she have a parent that didn’t hate her? Even one that ignored her would be better. If Hermes wanted the perfect daughter, why didn’t he disown her and adopt Lilly? Brie had seen her all but falling all over him, the weirdo.
"If what you're both saying is true, Margaret, you get the larger punishment. It still remains that I saw Briony throwing some punches, so you still get a punishment as well.”
“I was defending myself!” It was entirely unfair- what was she being punished for? She had given the girl fair enough warning to move, it wasn’t her fault she didn’t listen.
"Alright. Margaret, your punishment is stable duty. For one week, you are to clean the stables until they're spotless, every evening before dinner. Briony, you're going to be my assistant for three days. That should do."
Brie glared at him, but shook her head. No point arguing, or else he might force more family time on her. Best to suck it up and go off to lick her wounds. “Fine.” She growled, turning on heel and walking away.
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