<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>Amused<hr/><br/>The feeling of his hand in her's was fleeting, and she could not help the mildly dirty thoughts those calloused hands could help her complete. All ideas vanished with his admission about the death of someone who, though not dear to her, was- or had been- a strong supporter of bringing all demi-gods to the safety and sanctuary of Camp Halfblood. Justine struggled to find adequate words to express her regret, knowing that death of someone that cared was even more difficult to let go of. There were more than enough memories she wished she could let go of, and turned back to speak to him. Or would have, barring the bubbly voice (and body) that bounced into view.<br/><br/>It was hard to miss Mariam, mostly for her personality and half from her ability to interrupt at the worst times. Flattening a hand over her face, she rubbed across it as if she would like nothing better than to strangle her half-sister. She closed her tongue between her lips and begged the gods for patience. Today, she was short on sleep and the ability to deal with the curly haired Demeter girl having barely woken- and without dinner.<strong>"Ahh, my <em>half</em>-sister. I'm not in charge of the camp, just the Demeter Cabin, and this one along with a few others. I keep them in line,"</strong>Justine winked, sobering for a moment as she watched him puff away on a cigarette when he already had one behind his ear.<br/><br/><strong>"Mr. Peters believed that we, as half-gods, needed a safe place. That is here for those of us that make it, so we can fight back and keep the ones we care about safe. I, or we, can take you to the Pavilion for dinner if you're hungry..."</strong>The daughter of Demeter offered, smiling at Mariam- because as often as she wanted to strange her younger sibling, she was just as loyal and happy to have her around.