<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>On high alert<hr/><br/>She smiled wryly at her curled haired half-sister, making a note to give her a good thwack or two to show her was 'boss' at another time. It is impossible to avoid fighting like cats and dogs with a sibling, but Justine was use to it. Oldest atleast in mentality, and Head Counselor, she got use to being maybe types of sister, parent (ish) and such. It was a fun existence to live within the safety of Camp Half-blood. Now if only they could sort of the random monsters coming through, she would have less to worry about on border duty.<br/><br/>The ring of metal had her on her feet, hands curling for the bow she had abandoned next to her post-watch and frantic healing session with Lorelei. Truthfully, he was almost close enough she could have tried to poison him, but she did not want to risk Mariam with a wayward toss of lethal powder. Justine held her hands up, showing the empty, tanned palms to Marcus. Her sister was better at the talking down an armed opponent, she was not. Frankly, she was still tired and hungry enough to eat two or three plates of food, even if it put her girlish figure at risk. Her lips twisted into a smile,<strong>"If we wanted you dead, Marcus... I would have left that Chimera to eat you at the border. I still have to check to see if your arsenal is well equipped or not..."</strong>Even facing a man that was confused, she couldn't help it. It was a bad trait to be cheeky...<br/><br/>