<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>Outskirts of Camp<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 24rd || After lunch<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Tanktop, jeans and boots<hr/><br/>Sucking on her bloody fingertips, the taste of iron burst over her tongue- and the pricks closed slowly as her saliva touched them. The amusing part about being out away from everyone, was that she did not expect the voice behind her. Whirling, she crouched- fingers going to the blade at her hip with a subconscious move that had everything to do with a fighter's spirit and nothing to do with Marcus. Demi-gods were normally harder to surprise, but he was unusually quiet. Her grey orbs roved over his dirty clothes, and the oddly adorable proof that he seemed just as interested in plants as she was. It was weirder still because it threw a wrench into the idea that he was the son of a warrior god.<br/><br/>Justine shook her head, banishing the thought of his godly parent and clearing her vision of the strands of brunette hair that escaped her messy updo. Raising her eyebrows at his cheeky, sarcastic and utterly obviously statement, she focused on the flowers near his feet- their leaves trembling at the tendril of power that coaxed them. They bend and stretched, curling around one of his ankles- their petals stretching open like fingers on a hand to grip at his jeans.<br/><br/>Pointing at his feet, she grinned with the same manner of cheek,<strong>"You know, if I used water... It wouldn't give me the same power over plants."</strong>