<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 Half-blood, Guard duty<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 21st; 7:55am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marcus, nameless NPC camper on duty with her<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Armored, totting a bow and short sword<hr/><hr/><br/>The early hours of dawn's colors bleed across the sky, while keeping a wary eye on the borders of Camp, Justine was having issues staying awake. Not that her watch standing partner was doing much better. The time for taking pity was at its end, especially with the oncoming watch not long from relieving them both. She shook his shoulder roughly, griping the hardened leather beneath her glove-covered fingers as she thrust him from his leaning position against a tree.<strong>"Wake up..."</strong>The daughter of Demeter grumbled, her eyes itching with sleep that had been threatening to gather for hours now. Her shoulder length hair was braided flat against her skull, the red tips loose and tickling her nape as she considered the border.<br/><br/>Watches had doubled in importance in a way. Too many people going missing, especially one Hero- namely Percy Jackson. The daughter of Demeter did not mind it, as discovering all the newly claimed campers that crossed the borders or those within the camp was exciting. Not that she said anything, but she shared Percy's distaste for the Gods and their lack of caring for their half-god children. The brunette turned back to see her watch partner up and about, straightening his armor.<strong>"One last round before we get relieved,"</strong>She ordered, leading the way around the perimeter. It had been quiet for a few days, hopefully the trend would continue.<br/><br/>There are those moments when you firmly put your foot in your mouth, and this morning was one of them. Curses came easily and mostly without thought, or creativity. A long string of 'fucks' and so forth issued from between her lips, limbs pumping as she was trailed back to the gate. The sound of screeching metal accompanied with a roar that was bestial drew them quickly to the border. The carnage of twisted metal, a motorcycle? Its remains littered the forest floor, and ended up wrapped around a tree. Fortunately for its rider, or less so, because he looked like shit! She was surprised he was still standing, especially facing down a twisted mashup of a monster. Justine drew back, and arrow notched as she waited for a clear shot. Advancing toward the border, where she was still safe behind the protective magic, she yelled at the Chimera.<strong>"Hey ugly!"</strong><br/><br/>Who does that, by the way? Yell for a mutant goat, snake and lion hybrid to come after<em>you</em>instead?! Chomp, chomp, chomp... The heads twisted in her direction, large head coming to bare down on her with the evilest glare of a trio of eyes she had ever seen. Freaky. Her smile was feral, her arrow tipped with a poison that, well she didn't know what it would do to a Chimera actually. It was no joke to fight a legendary monster such as this. Where was Percy Jackson when you needed him?<br/><br/>Praying to every god she could think of, she released the arrow. It flew true, striking one of the main eyes, that of the lion. Blinded by the rush of blood so dark and grimy it was black, Justine notched another arrow. Her grey eyes flickered to the newcomer, adrenaline in her veins as she aimed for another eyeball- the wildly coiling snake this time.<strong>"Run! Fucking run!"</strong>