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cissy’s scrap storybook
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everybody knows I'm a motherfucking monster.
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@mas-mac
I don't know you but I want you all the more for that
words fall through me and always fool me and I can't react
you have suffered enough and warred with yourself it's time that you won
take this sinking boat and point it home we've still got time raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice you've made it now.
child of the goddess hestia
hestia is the goddess of the hearth, home and family. one of the original twelve olympians. cronus’ and rhea’s first-born child, she was pure and peaceful. however, since she always had to stay at home, tending the fireplace, hestia is not involved in many myths.
“I am here because when all else fails, when all the other mighty gods have gone off to war, I am all that's left. home. hearth.”
notable powers:
pyrokinesis: absolute and divine authority over fire.
food generation: the ability to produce meals on command
*resides in hestia’s cabin.
child of the goddess eris
eris is the goddess of chaos, strife and discord. eris played an important role in the events that eventually led to the trojan war. all of the olympians had been invited to the wedding of peleus and thetis, who would become the parents of achilles; however, eris was not invited, due to her inclination to cause discord. as a means of revenge, eris dropped the golden apple of discord into the party, which had the words To The Fairest One inscribed on it. hera, athena and aphrodite started quarreling over who the apple should be given to, so zeus appointed paris, prince of troy, as the person to solve the dispute. the goddesses offered paris various gifts, but he eventually picked aphrodite, who promised him the most beautiful woman in the world; helen, wife of menelaus, king of sparta. eris has shining eyes and a smile like of a serial killer. she wears a black toga. eris appears as a slender woman with pale skin, long, straight hair and blood-red lips. she wears a black dress.
“I am the darkest. wars and strife! I have caused all manner of death!”
notable powers:
chaos manipulation: absolute and divine authority over chaos.
strife manipulation: absolute and divine authority over strife.
discord manipulation: absolute and divine authority over discord.
*due to eris not having a cabin, winnie resides in hermes cabin with the other thieves and rogues.
TASK 002 - Memory
September 14th, 2012
Josh sighed, staring glassy-eyed at the front door. He knew he’d have to go in eventually, no matter how long he put it off. And he had put it off. Deciding to take the long way home, he walked the full twenty blocks instead of taking the subway. He made desperate small talk with the guy manning his favorite Halal cart on 10th Avenue until he was finally told to go home, kid.
But home was the exact place he was trying to avoid.
He had messed up. He messed up bad.
TASK 002 - Memory
October 20th, 2007
Poppy ogled at the blur of red and orange outside the car window. Her family’s Ford Taurus ploughed down an Oregon highway at a steady pace, tires crunching over caramel-colored leaves. A James Taylor track played softly on the radio, one of her dad’s Old Man songs. Something about rain and fire.
“Do you know what happened to Anne Boleyn, Mouse?” Her dad asked.
“Come on, David,” said her mother, earrings jiggling back and forth as she turned to shoot her husband a reproachful gaze, “Don’t you think that’s a little, I don’t know, grim for a seven-year old?”
“She got her head cut off!” Poppy chirped from the back seat.
“That’s right, Mouse,” said David, proudly. “She was decapitated.”