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Kat: I use bold to show whose talking, "" for speech and **/ italics for thoughts.

RP:

Bree: Bree stood at the Hecate cabin door. Runes covered the white walls and at the front porch were two old torches crossed over each other in an X shape. Bree was dressed in tattered jeans and jacket as she clutched onto her mace. She looked like a rabid animal staring all around her, overwhelmed by the fact that this was still real and not a dream. But she would soon meet someone, someone special. A girl like her... yet so different.

Freya: Freya saw the young blonde girl at the door of her mother's cabin and she knew she was her half-sister. They share the same mother but come from different cultures. "Welcome, you must be the newest child of Hecate, my mother. " Had a feeling that Bree was different from the other Hecate children.

Bree: Bree looked at the young girl. Her attire was rebellious and strong and Bree could respect that. "Yea, no. I'm not a daughter of magic or whatever. I'm just trying to adjust." She replied but found herself slipping down the stairs. She cursed in Greek as she warily walked up again. "I'm just here to get this curse off me."

Freya: Freya catches the girl before she falls. "Watch your step and as for your curse, good luck with removing it. You have a strong ancient curse on you." Freya has a special skill when it comes to curses and ancient spells. Which she learned from her siister's books.

Bree: Bree grabbed onto Freya's arms and skeptically eyed her but shyly thanked her no less. "So are you gonna open the door or..." she pointed towards the door in an impatient tone.

Freya: Takes her arm and unlocks the door. "A piece of advice, be polite and nice then things won't be tense for you."

Bree: Bree preferred not to be touched and although it was understandable when she fell, here she just found it rude. As they walked through the door, Bree looked around. She could see thousands and thousands of books stacked everywhere, inscribed with magical knowledge from necromancy to clarovancy. Looking up she awed at the glowing orbs that served as light in this mysterious cabin. She tried to cover her amazement with a "Not bad." But it was blantenly obvious, she was impressed.

Freya: "Don't make a mess."

Bree: Bree ignored Freya as she ran towards the books and the shelves. Skimming through books about curses and hexes and all sorts of voodoo. "Hexes? No. Love spells, no. Spiritual cleansing?" She mumbled to herself as she kept searching, littering the floor with books.

Freya: Grabs Bree's arm and asks Bree "Please pick up the books and put them back where they were. I asked you nicely not to make a mess, Can you please respect that? Freya knows how to remove Bree's curse but won't do it because she considers Bree to be very Rude.

Bree: Bree clenched her mace. "Do you really want to do this? I've been waiting two years to finally be rid of this curse. Besides technically as a priest, I have a higher standing then you. So you should be listening to me." Bree argued for Freya had yet again touched her, which sent chills up her arm. "Now if you'd like respect, you're gonna have to earn it." She then grabbed Freya's arm and tried unclutching it from hers.

"So far, you haven't."

Freya: "I am asking you nicely to not create a mess cause my sister hates messes when she is working." Freya asks her with a heavy accent, trying to stay calm.

Bree: Bree crossed her arms as she snickered "You try living with a curse for over two years that could either make you lose an eye or cut your face!" Bree was really starting to get annoyed. "Look I get it. But this may be my only shot at getting a normal life back, so I'm sorry if that's too much for you to handle." Bree then continued skimming through books and they fell to the ground like leaves from a tree.

Freya: "We all have problems, I am an immagrint who can barely speak english and that would cause major problems anywhere else in this country. Complaining does nothing, So I am learninng it, I dont think its too much to ask to clean your mess. And if you asked nicely, I be willing to help you break your curse. Its called common curtosity." Trying to be mature but is about to lose her temper.

Bree: "I'm sorry, but did I ask for your life story?" She snarked. "If you're so bothered by this mess, why don't you clean it up? Besides you have magic so messes shouldn't be that big a deal."

Freya: " Look, I get your restless about your curse but that does not give you the right to be a slob. I do not care if your priest or even the priesident of the USA. You will treat this cabin's property with respect. So instead of being a brat who whines about her curse with a fake tough act, why don't you just grow up and ask for help? Have you ever considered your attitude might be the problem? Maybe that is why you got cursed in the first place? Instead of being rude, try being nice to people and they be nice to you in return. And last thing, just because you have the goddess of luck for a mother, doesnt mean your luck is instant. You have to create your own luck. IIt's simple, change your voice tone and say Freya will you help me break my curse please? You be surprised how far being kind will get you instead of acting like a thug with an insecurity complex. I am not trying to be mean but cant we find a compromise?

Bree, please. lets take a breath and talk about a compromise. I just want my mothers cabin to not be a mess, I'm sure there is a way to break your curse? I can help you if you calm down and let me?

Bree: Bree ignored her as she continued skimming through books. But she soon got a vision, Freya attacking her with a left hook to the eye and Bree getting a black eye. *Hmm.* Bree thought to herself as she discreetly prepared herself for an attack.

Freya: Clutches her fist anf punches the book shelf

William: Honestly, a lot of Hecate's children were considered loud, and he'd learned even more about it by being one of the counsellors of the Hecate Cabin. Noises and shouts were common inside the otherwise peaceful cabin, so he'd dismissed the discussion two young girls were having in the living room up until he heard a loud thump coming from some sort of piece of furniture. Rolling his eyes, he stood up from his bed, exited his room and crossed his arms. He recognised Freya, but not the other girl. The room was a mess, with sacred books scattered across the floor. He arched an eyebrow. "Freya, could you please explain to me what the hell is going on here?" He asked in a loud, firm and authoritative voice.

Freya: "I am a daughter of Hecate, William. You know that, I lived here since summer. This girl came and started to make a mess with our books. When I asked her to clean up, she ignored my request. She was being rude and I offered to help her if she cleaned up her mess of our books. But she is still being rude.

William: "I know who you are, Freya, there's no need to be redundant. And you, girl," he said turning towards the other, the one who was a stranger to him. "You have no business here unless you came with one of the Hecate kids, and judging from your previous interaction with Freya I doubt you're her guest of honour. Please clean after yourself and leave the premises if you have no intention of following the rules from the Hecate Cabin."

Bree: Bree stood tall as she replied "I may not be a daughter of Hecate but I have just a right to be here as much as anyone else." She looked towards the young man and calmly walked towards him "William was it?" His stature was tall compared to Bree. "I am the priest of this cabin so I don't really feel like being bossed around by people I don't know." She said matter-of-factly.

She then turned to Freya and replied "I won't deny my actions but for the last time. I'm trying to read!"

William: He didn't feel any superior for being taller than Bree and in fact, condemned those who did find a false of authority in something as trivial as physical presence, but he didn't appreciate her insubordination either. He balled his fist and closed his eyes to calm himself down despite his growing irritation. "You are correct. You have a right to be here as much as anyone else so long as you follow the rules and obey the counsellors, conditions which you are not fulfilling. And Priestess or not, you are not exempt from these conditions or from my authority as acting Lieutenant Counsellor of this cabin. Like I said, you are welcome to read here, but clean up after yourself and don't bother any of the campers."

Bree: Bree's eyes glowed with fire. "Oh? I'm sorry. Did you forget the part where she -She points with her still unsheathed mace- forcefully started grabbing at me?" She whined. Bree knew she was in the wrong but she didn't care. She was too annoyed by Freya's comment and William himself.

She began to clench down on her mace, flabbergasted William was taking Freya's side. But she steeled herself to stay strong and convince this man to see things her way. “Ask her... or does the Hecate Cabin take everything at face value?”

Freya: There is no need to get violent, these are our cabins rules and We want our property to be respected.

William: William paid attention to Bree as she spoke. Indeed, he knew there was always two sides to every story and he wouldn't neglect her just because she wasn't a sibling of his. "I did not know she'd grabbed you in such a way. Freya, you must know that was wrong of you, too." Still, this didn't ease him from being vexed by the situations "And I'm not going to ask her," he said after turning back to Bree, to continue his comment for her. "I'm not either of you two's kindergarten teacher to be involved in this he-said-she-said, and you two aren't children anymore to not know better than this. You both did things you shouldn't have done, so just own up your corresponding responsibility and stop arguing over such trivial affairs," he said, eyeing both girls in an attempt of intermediation.

Freya: I know I lost my temper and I was wrong to do so. I'm sorry Bree and sorry for causing my half of the issue William *still getting used to having an older brother, no one ever really taught Freya how to react to situations like this since her father was always busy and her twin was not involved in the issue.*

Bree: Bree huffed "Fair enough. I'm sorry too." She begrudgingly apologised. Looking towards William she asked "So what now after we just finished fighting? Can I find my book now?" She questioned him.

Freya: William do we even have a book to break her curse or should we ask one of the adults to help? Freya looked at William. Or do you want to continue to fight in the training area of the camp Bree?

William: "I honestly don't know. What kind of curse do you have?" he queried, turning his face towards the girl in question. "What are it's symptoms, per se? How'd you acquire it? That could help us figure out a solution," he said tenting his fingers, glad that his cabin was now in a much more calm state.

Bree: The young girl felt like she was in an interrogation. It was if every single beady eye in camp was waiting for her to spill her guts.

"I.. I don't know." She choked out.

Throughout Bree's entire life she's never really looked at her curse that deeply because most of the time she'd survive from most of her unfortunate accidents unscathed but the one piece of info she could reveal was that

"My curse can also affect others. I don't why or how but it just can. Don't ask any more questions.” Her eyes nervously scouting the cabin for any unwanted listeners.

Freya: Bree this camp is a safe place for kids like us.Our mother is the goddess of Witchcraft which includes curses and hexes. Bree it is okay to ask for help and people can handle more then what people think

William: The son of Hecate sighed. “I cannot help you if you keep withholding information from us. We’re not going to hurt you. If you won’t open up to us to let us try and diagnose whatever it is that’s going on then I can only recommend to visit the Bethel in the forest. Maybe you’ll find some answers there.”

Bree: "Don't you have a spell or something that could just HELP!? And what the heck is a Bethel?!" Bree was getting frustrated, the atmosphere around felt colder then the ice in Argentina as a dark memory resurfaced in her brain but shortly went away. She looked towards William's exhausted face and Freya's angry yet compassionate glare. All these people were here to help but Bree was a stone wall, she'd never let up. *Never again.* "You know what? This is my problem I'll deal with it, I should've never have asked." She grumbled as she stomped towards the cabin door to retrieve her belongings. "Just point me towards the Bethel, please?" She moaned.