<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: bookman old style;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Tracy "Tray" Coppola</span><br/>Dammit, I meant a real war, not a bunch of children running all over the place!</span></div><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i55.tinypic.com/w0qs6v.jpg)</div><br/>"Well wasn't that entertaining."  Although her muttered statement was supposed to be a question, it came out flat and a little sarcastic.  All that to do for a simple message that barely lasted a minute.  Shaking her head, she had to admit to herself that being invited to Hephaestus's forge, hell being invited to their godly parent's home in and of itself, was impressive.  But as impressive as it seemingly was, Tracy was still slightly annoyed that she had walked, or rather ran into a complete and total mess.  As her eyes swept around the hall, she took in the destruction left in the wake of stampeding children, and the still burning brazier laying on it's side, it's burning now subdued and little more than cinders scattered about.  The annoying yet familiar sound of Vincent caught her attention.<br/><br/><em>"Ohhh looks like the princess meatball head is back!"</em>Her eyes narrowed dangerously right before she was suddenly attacked by the fair haired boy, and subjected to an unwanted nookie.  That bastard! ever since she'd met and introduced who she was, he'd been a serious pain in her ass, and his fondness for surprise nookie's made her want to beat the living shit out of him.  The moment she was let go, she came up swinging, but her fist passed through the air as he danced back.  Vexed that her swing missed, she swiftly changed tactics and flipped him off before turning her back on the retreating boy, and walked further into the room.<br/><br/>Although she really didn't want to help with the many younger children, and the mess that the sudden appearance of Hephaestus had left behind, she still had a responsibility to her house, and Chiron had asked the cabin leaders specifically to help.  Well damn, she really didn't have a choice now.  Huffing out loudly and irritatedly, she brought two fingers up to her lips and let out a keening whistle that had her siblings all turning rapidly in her direction.  By now, they all knew the signal she sent when she wanted their attention.  They gathered around her for a moment, and she looked into all their faces, ticking off who was here, and who obviously never made it back to the camp.  Her face hardened, as she mentally shut down any worrying she might have felt for her two missing brothers, and than jumped into taking charge.<br/><br/>"Alright it looks like a war broke out in here, but unfortunately it was just a visit from Hephaestus.  So let's clear this place up before something else surprising happens."  She led the way to the toppled over Brazier, and with the help of one of her brothers, managed to right it again.  Some of the burning embers remained on the floor, but was soon brushed up by an older kid, who wasn't in her cabin.  She lifted glaring eyes at the rest of the mess, but just shrugged and turned away from it.  Thankfully her cabin didn't have any actual children, all of them being at least 14 and above, so she didn't have to deal with any tears, but the youngest one did look a bit shaken up, so she led towards the door, stopping only a moment to consider helping Abigale out with the Cabin 11 kids.  There was already an older, pretty face, helping her, so she shrugged and led her own siblings back to their cabin.  Her stomach rumbled loudly, and she scowled as she remembered that she never got any dinner.  Oh well, she'd eat one of the s'mores at the bon fire, and hopefully that would tide her over until morning.  Usually she skipped it altogether to go to sleep early, there was training after all, but fuck, she could swallow down singing campers for a s'more.