<div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/9e750b6c7884ea06168459e03c21ad5a/tumblr_n8omnp2xXi1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Henry<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong> Claimed and Unhappy Child of Ares<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bloodied Camp Shirt and Jeans<br/></div></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Avery1.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Avery<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong> Longstanding Unclaimed Resident of Hermes<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pajamas--&gt;Armor<br/></div></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><div align="center"><strong>Location:</strong> Standing outside of Hermes Cabin<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 23, Late evening <br/></div></div><br/>Henry would likely have nightmares for weeks to come about this particular moment when faced with not one but dozens of angry glares from the other side of the door. He stepped back and almost tripped over his own bag but managed to somehow catch his balance. What occurred next was an absolute blur because it happened entirely too quickly for his mind to process.<br/><br/>Someone cursed at him...again...and before he could even blink they were surrounding him like rabid dogs. Being much smaller, it felt like he was dwarfed by them. Henry was too frighten to even lift his hands in defense or shield himself. Instead, he cowered away from their overt threats of violence. He cried out loudly when suddenly a fist crashed into the side of his face, hard enough for his teeth to click down painfully on his tongue and fill his mouth with blood. The force of the blow knocked him off his feet. It hurt so badly and his eyes instantly overflowed with tears. Only, that brought more pain because it stung since one of his eyes were slowly but surely swelling to a close. He had read and been read to about stories where heroes faced off creatures with huge fangs and hairy faces about a million times but he never imagined his nemesis would come in the form of another demi-god. His bags and toys were abandoned as he scrambled to his feet when the goons were distracted, running all the way back to the safety which was Hermes cabin. Henry banged loudly enough at the door to wake the entire cabin with his closed fist.<br/><br/>"Please," he cried pathetically and banged once more before falling down to his knees. "Please don't make me go. AVERY!"<br/><br/>The door opened to reveal Avery already dressed in her usual plain baby blue pajamas with a very confused look on her face. "Henry, I know you don't—." She stopped what would become a lecture when Henry looked up at her and she noticed the state of his face. "Henry, go inside right now and let Jamal clean up your face, okay? Your bed is still empty." It was tempting to linger around and see after his care herself but her blood was beyond boiling despite the calmness of her voice.<br/><br/>She watched as Henry walked with his shoulders sulking and head down before she returned briefly to her room and with shaking hands pushed off her pajamas then redressed in appropriate clothes (http://imagizer.imageshack.us/a/img850/328/zqw7.jpg). Despite her anger, she wasn't stupid. She picked up brand new sword, hand created by Vincent, then stormed out of the cabin with the intention of decorating her weapon, Joybringer (http://s247.photobucket.com/user/onilobo/media/Joybringer_zps1e3b3f74.jpg.html), in someone's blood tonight. The moonlight glinted off her armor as she walked before she spotted someone else a little ways in front of her. She knew the confident fucking swagger anywhere. "Ezra," she called out, voice no higher than a whisper but still managed to carry across the distance since it was carried by a playful breeze. Joybringer gleamed in the moonlight as she lifted it up into a combative stance. "I suggest you arm yourself. You have ten seconds."