<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>Around the Cabins<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 24rd || After lunch<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Tanktop, jeans and boots<hr/>The last three days seemed relatively uneventful, this was overall for Justine- as who can top pegging a Chimera in its rather large eyeball, and trying to save a convulsing demi-god she was sure was as crazy as one of the Poseidon girls. The jury was still out on his godly parent, and the brunette’s interest in knowing exactly who had dwindled. There was this thing about knowing, about belonging because you were claimed. On one hand, it was amazing to finally know- like any human, the knowledge of where you came from was life changing. However, now that Percy Jackson had made the gods promise to claim their children instead of leaving them to suffer for years, it seemed more like an afterthought.<br/><br/>Justine crouched among the flora, the fingertips of her left hand- the fore and middle specifically- beaded with crimson liquid. The tiny beads painted the leaves, smearing across the underside of plant after plant until smallish square of flowers blossomed wildly- stretching out their petals to receive the strength of the afternoon rays of sun filtered through the canopy. The trees above danced in the wind, bending further down than a mere breeze could account for. There was something in them that answered the call of a daughter of Demeter’s blood. It was a skill to control the towering pines, one she had yet to master except in fits and starts, and easily in the direst of consequences.<br/><br/>For some time, it had felt like the whole world had taken a breath as one and held it. The earth trembled, the skies bled until it came to a climax. Fighting in a war she could only read about in history books, Justine felt consumed by the mistakes of her parents- and by extension all the other gods. Even fully gods, they were so, so human. To conveniently  forget their children, to begin wars based on tormenting a humans for giving them insult- the mythology of the gods was full of them. It was difficult to judge them, as Justine was no better in some regards. She hated, and loved, and lived in any way she could- damn the rest of those that would hold her back.