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Post by Margaret Fox on Dec 16, 2011 16:59:19 GMT -7
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Margaret was in a huff. How could Hermes do that to her? She opened up to him, and he did nothing more than too shut her down. He had made the entire situation awkward. Why couldn't he have just explained himself calmly, been gentle with her.
He had seen her cry, and in Margaret book, that was the one thing that meant trust. He had abused that, and he didn't even seem to care. He huffed into Hermes cabin, slamming the screen door behind her.
She cursed under her breath at Hermes. She went over to the two mattress she had stack on top of each other that’d she gotten from the Goodwill for a around 50 bucks each, along with bedding sheets and blankets, and various pillows. She plopped down on her back in a head and let out a sigh.
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Post by Briony Lewis on Dec 16, 2011 17:16:04 GMT -7
Brie had come back to the cabin to find most of her siblings sleeping or blissfully absent, and as such, she had climbed into her own hammock. She wasn’t anywhere near sleepy, but given that Nico was not speaking to her and she had nothing more important to do, she had decided to try and trick herself into falling asleep by looking up at the ceiling. So far, she had counted one thousand five hundred and seven sheep, but sleep didn’t come. Maybe she should make an offering to Hypnos…
She sat up a little when she heard the door open, and blinked at Margaret. She was tempted to huff and turn her back to her, going back to trying to sleep, but something about the look on the girl’s face caught her attention and held it. She frowned slightly, sitting up and crossing her legs, careful to balance herself lest she fall off the hammock backwards. Had Margaret been crying?
Better yet, why did she care? It wasn’t like they were anywhere close to friends, but it didn’t take a genius to realize what must have happened. New to camp, Maggie had met Hermes during a fight with her- after doing her punishment, she had probably gone to talk to him. One thing led to another, and the questions had been asked- the very questions that Brie had asked, at one point. Why?
The answers were painful. Brie didn’t wish that, even on her worst enemy.
“You talked to Hermes, didn’t you?” She asked softly, her voice surprisingly soothing when there wasn’t any anger in it. Her expression was slightly sympathetic. “I’m sorry.”
Fu*king Perfect - Pink
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Post by Margaret Fox on Dec 16, 2011 17:35:19 GMT -7
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Margaret sniffed, trying to be quiet. She sat up in the semi-darkness, her legs crossed. She wiped an arm across her face. "Y-yea.." she sniffed again. She looked down at her bed. "He sounded... so.. rehearsed..."she said feeling as though she had just hit rock bottom.
She looked at Brie as she spoke sympathetically towards her. "Thanks Brie... Least one person in this camp has some sense." she sighed, emotionally drained. "He should just stop having kids... If he really has one true love, why the hell dose he go on fuck'in a bunch of strange women..." she shook her head, knowing that the answers already.
"Gods.. I dropped an 'F' bomb in front of a God..." she whispered, holding her head, shaking it. "Gods Brie... I'm sorry about earlier... I swear on the river Styx I'll make it up to you." she managed to smile. Margaret was still new and didn't know how serious that was. "I promise, kay?" she said and patted her bed. "Um... I know this is awkward.. but, sit with me?"
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Post by Briony Lewis on Dec 16, 2011 18:04:19 GMT -7
"Y-yea…He sounded... so.. rehearsed..."
“He does that.” Brie stated bluntly. “I imagine he’s had thousands of years of his kids coming up and yelling at him.” Gods knew that she had. He had been the first god she had met, too, and she had screamed and railed and all but threatened to try and kill him herself after they had their chat.
"Thanks Brie... Least one person in this camp has some sense."
“Funny, just a few hours ago you threw me into a tree,” she responded wryly, raising her brows. It was hard to tell what she was thinking- she had got a lot better at hiding her emotions while she had been away from camp.
"He should just stop having kids... If he really has one true love, why the hell dose he go on fuck'in a bunch of strange women..."
“I’ve stopped trying to figure him out. You should too, if you like your sanity.” She rocked herself a little back and forth, sending the hammock swinging. Thinking back on her own conversation with Hermes made Brie miss her mother with a fresh pang, and she curled up with her chin on her knees as the hammock swayed. She missed her real home, looking around the cabin- the bustle of the streetcar on St. Charles street, the smell of beignets, her mother’s violin through the open windows as she lolled on the grass in the back yard, sweating and too hot to go in out of the oppressive New Orleans summer heat. She missed the simpler times, the smell of magnolias, what it felt like to be safe and wanted. Brie bit the inside of her lip, hard, and tasted blood that brought her back to reality. The past was the past- her mother was dead, her home destroyed, the remains sold to someone who no doubt had paved over it and made something new. There was a reason she hadn’t gone home to New Orleans while she had been out of camp. She didn’t belong there anymore.
And she didn’t belong here.
"Gods.. I dropped an 'F' bomb in front of a God..."
Startled out of her sad memories, Brie gave a surprised bark of a laugh. It made her look her age, surprisingly young for someone so bitter and angry.
"Gods Brie... I'm sorry about earlier... I swear on the river Styx I'll make it up to you."
“I wouldn’t go saying things like that lightly,” Brie said, narrowing her eyes slightly. “But I appreciate the apology.” She still didn’t exactly accept it, but it was a step.
"Um... I know this is awkward.. but, sit with me?"
Brie gave it consideration before letting her legs dangle over the edge of her hammock again. “I will, but don’t go trying to pull any of that touchy-feelly crap on me. The minute you try to hug me, I will deck you. And that is a real promise on the River Styx.” She hopped down, barely making a noise as she landed gracefully like a cat. She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, just out of reach, and looked at the girl. All right, maybe she wasn’t so terrible…
Little Lion Man - Mumford and Sons
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Post by Margaret Fox on Dec 16, 2011 20:29:38 GMT -7
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Margaret nodded. "Yea... I guess." she said shrugging. When Brie mentioned the fight, Margaret frowned. "Yea... Sorry... I was a total ass...I know... I'm sorry" she sighed. She nodded to what Brie said about keeping her sanity. She smiled lightly. "Can't lose what you never had babe." she smiled. "Sorry if that like... offended you.." she shrugged. She didn't know the do's an don't's of Brie yet. She smiled as brie came over to her bed, and chuckled lightly. "Don't worry, I learnt my lesson." she said, extending her arms, revealing the marks from Bri that dug deep into her skin. "Trust me, I don't plan on getting a beating from you until I had fully body armor, and college football team." she smiled. "Hey.." she grinned. "Wanna help me trap Hermes in a giant pinata, and charge 5 bucks for kids to take a swing at him with a bat?" she giggled.
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Post by Briony Lewis on Dec 20, 2011 15:31:35 GMT -7
"Yea... I guess."
“If it makes you feel any better, I yelled at him too, the first time I met him.” Brie didn’t know why she was telling her this, why she was giving her even a single molecule of trust. The girl certainly hadn’t earned it. But at the same time, Brie knew what it was like to feel totally abandoned by her father. The fact that they shared one, well, that was new, but the feeling was an old one, simmering on the backburner.
"Yea... Sorry... I was a total ass...I know... I'm sorry"
Brie shrugged. She wasn’t going to deny it. She wasn’t going to apologize, either.
"Can't lose what you never had babe."
“That goes for a lot.” Like siblings. Brie had never had a father, or siblings, or a lot of things. She didn’t really know what to do with them now that she had them.
"Sorry if that like... offended you.."
“I’m not offended.” She just didn’t think the girl realized the oath she had uttered. Had Nico been around…. A small smirk came to her face at the idea. He’d think Mag was an idiot, she was pretty certain of that.
"Don't worry, I learnt my lesson."
“I’ll do you one worse if you try it again.” She set her jaw stubbornly.
"Trust me, I don't plan on getting a beating from you until I had fully body armor, and college football team.
“Smart woman.”
"Wanna help me trap Hermes in a giant pinata, and charge 5 bucks for kids to take a swing at him with a bat?”
Brie stared at her. “Are you joking?” Even Brie wasn’t so stupid as to fuck with a god. Steal from them? Sure. Try and hold them hostage? Hell no.
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Post by Margaret Fox on Dec 20, 2011 16:30:09 GMT -7
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“If it makes you feel any better, I yelled at him too, the first time I met him.”
Margaret nodded. “Yea, I figured that much… I mean, the man’s obviously been screwing his kids over like this for centuries, he probably knows every trick in the book.” Margaret smirked slightly, and rolled her eyes.
“Are you joking?”
Margaret rolled her eyes. “No, I totally want Hermes to turn me into a stone statue for punishment. Please, you honestly think I want to risk my ass? He’s not even worth the effort.” This was how she honestly felt. She would rather have no Father in her life, rather than one who just made more kids, only to let everyone of them down. At least when she had no Hermes, she could at least glorify him in her own image, and have some faith that he wasn’t all bad.
But now, with the truth smacking her in the face, any drop of the hope of having a real Father was dead. Sure… he cared in his own awkward way, but Margaret didn’t want awkward, she had, had awkward her entire life. “Hey Brie?” Margaret asked. “You ever wish you’d never found out you where a demigod? Like… you got to stay with your mom and like…be almost normal?”
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