<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: bookman old style;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Tracy "Tray" Coppola</em></span><br/>"Can't you hear it calling?<br/>Everybody shaking<br/>Tonight everything is over."</span></div><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i55.tinypic.com/fozmfo.jpg)</div>It was still fairly dark when Tracy woke up, the light glowing from the small window only bright enough to chase away the most stubborn of darkness.  She blinked sleepily for a moment, her eyes focusing on the grid of wooden beams that crisscrossed the small patch of ceiling in the small closet like room.  She knew the beams continued into the larger, main room of the cabin, and eventually converged into it's center, with heavier beams running length wise across the room.  Following the decor from the outside, barbed wire ran along those beams, as if to keep anyone from climbing up on them.  Despite the barbed wire, Tracy always thought the ceilings were too pretty for a small camp cabin.    But she appreciated the fact that this small room she slept in, was bare of all decorations, and sparse in furniture, at least in her own room, there wasn't anything to distract her wondering mind.<br/><br/>Finally, as if sensing her shifting thoughts, the light brightened, and swamped her room in light.  Groaning, she pushed herself up, her elbows resting heavily on her knees, as she rubbed sleep from her eyes, before taking in her small room in the light of early morning.  Yeah, it still looked like crap with four walls.<br/><br/>Pushing herself off, and swinging her door open, she stomped into the main room of the cabin.  The large warn band shirt she wore had the words 'FatalPosse' written in white lettering across her bra-less breasts, striking against the faded black background of the shirt.  And her bright neon green boy shorts covered the rest of her body that needed covering, not that she was worried about propriety since everyone in the cabin were her brothers and sisters.<br/><br/>Most of her siblings were still in bed, Jake, the one closest to her age had already risen, and his small bunk like bed was already made and in order.  He raised he head from his hands when she entered the room, and sent her a small sleepy grin in welcome.  Lyra was the only other person up as well, but she was smoothing her sheets down, the rest of her bedding laying in a pile at her feet.<br/><br/>Tracy sent her half sister a large sweeping wave, and than prepared herself for the morning wake up call.  A few moments before the blaring sound of the Satyr's wake up horn could penetrate the camps peaceful air, Tracy planted her feet firmly on the floor, cupped her hands around her mouth, and let out a loud and booming cry.<br/><br/>"All right guys, get your lazy asses out of bed."  She waited a few moments, and watched as most of them twitched themselves awake and pulled themselves up into sitting positions, she even waited until the groaning sounds quieted down, and only a few snores from those still asleep filled the room.<br/><br/>"I said GET.YOU'RE.FAT.ASSES.UP.NOW!"  Already a few of her siblings were smirking sadistically, sleep all but gone from their eyes.  Everyone in cabin 5 knew that no one ever got to sleep in, it was some unwritten law or something.  All but one of her brothers managed to pull themselves awake, but no one paid them any mind, their sharp eyes focused on the one still slumbering brother in his bed.<br/><br/>"Don't say I didn't try, have at 'em guys"  And with that, Tracy turned her back on them and slipped not too silently into her own room, the door closing just as the first sounds of her way ward brothers' shrill cries of pain filled the air.  Chuckling, and pulling off her shirt, Tracy couldn't help but feel a slight sense of nostalgia.  She'd been new to the cabin at one point to, and had made the mistake of sleeping in; that one time had been the last.  And sure, they were, as a bunch, violent and unforgiving, but roughing up their cabin mates, it was good for them.  It taught them the hard lessons in life they needed to know to survive.  And plus, getting punished by their own was far more preferable, not to mention tolerable, than getting it from an outsider.<br/><br/>She only took a few minutes getting ready, barely bothering to brush the tangles out of her hair before heading back out, a tooth brush dangling from one hand.  Everyone else was ready as well, plus one sullen and slightly bruised up brother, and they followed her out of the cabin, and towards the fountain in the middle of the buildings.  They splashed water on their faces, and spit out toothpaste into bushed before finally putting away their toiletries and heading over to the dining pavilion.  The poignant smell of food hit Tracy than, and the gnawing hunger from the night before returned in full force.  Leading her group over to where the food was laid out, they silently filled their plates, Tracy choosing a hard boiled egg, cheese, bread, some grapes, and several lean pieces of ham, before scooping up a goblet and leading their small precession over to the burning brazier.<br/><br/>Now, it has to be said, Tracy<em>is</em>sort of ambivalent towards her father.  Non of her parents really sparked any admiration in her, and the fact that her father was a god, only made him a tad better in her mind than the mother, who for all intents and purposes abandoned her.  At least her father had done so before holding her in his arms when she was a baby.  But, again, he was a god, and it was because of him that she had grown stronger over the years, so she willingly tipped her plate, and offered him most of her meat.<br/><br/>With her duty now complete, she watched as her siblings did the same, and than trudged over to their table to sit and break their fast.