<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Justine.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Justine Cornett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10185332#msg10185332)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Demeter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Halfblood Infirmary<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 21st || 1615<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marcus, Mariam<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Smug<hr/><br/>The daughter of Demeter lived to throw people off their game and did it in the most inappropriate and over the top methods. As always her approach to the situation was just a touch more than necessary, especially since she felt a particular kinship with Marcus. Justine had never been a healer, so to save a life? It was exhilarating. She stepped over, slipping her arm around his- her deft, tan fingers wrapping lightly over his bicep. Leading him down the path toward the ring of cabins, she grinned over her shoulder at Mariam with a little wink.<strong>”This way… You’ll learn to love your Hermes brethren- eventually. I’m going to hazard a guess you’re strong enough to take a shower alone. Though it wouldn’t be any fun for us if we stripped out of our clothes to match- I would hate to be disappointed for our first time.”<br/></strong><div class="floatright">(http://www.fanbolt.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/20120622-ricky-whittle.jpg)</div><br/>At almost five, the Hermes’ cabin was bustling with activity. It was close to dinner time, and as usual with so many unclaimed campers, they were gathering to sort themselves out. Justine to a moment to introduce Marcus to a few of the campers scurrying around, promising to come to come find him later to make sure he was settling in okay. One of them stepping up to the trio of Demeter sisters and Marcus, sticking out his hand as the girls left them to their own devices, “Seth, I’m unclaimed as well. Dinner is pretty soon, so we’ll get you mostly sorted with some clothes and a shower before then.” The kid tossed Marcus a towel as they stepped into the bathroom and its line of showers, dropping a pile of clothing he’d wrangled from the rest of the male Hermes campers. There was a little amusement in his voice, and a healthy dose of respect before he shuffled out the head door, “You hang with Justine? Props man… She’s not usually part of the welcoming committee for new campers."<br/><br/><em>(Any continuation for this can go to the Cabin thread.)</em>