Medusa (solid_gaze) wrote in metem_log, @ 2011-09-16 09:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | medusa, triton |
Characters: Medusa and Triton
Date/Time: Friday/Sept 16
Location: Triton's Frat house
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language and snark
Summary: Welcome to the first line of Poseidon's army, kid
Fucking New Jersey. Medusa didn't come here on a bet, but Poseidon could get her on a train to Princeton. Asshole. At least it wasn't Newark. She was here to meet his newly realized son, Triton. Her goal was to try to get a feel for him, see what his motives and aims were before Poseidon agreed to meet him.
Stepping off the train and into a cab she ignored the beginnings of Autumn that were showing on the trees. Central New Jersey wasn't the cliche that the northern part of the state was, but she didn't care. It was still fucking New Jersey! The university was just as ivy and home looking as it could be, and was just as unappreciated. Even the tidy looking fraternity house the cab pulled up in front of was sniffed at indignantly. She wanted this over with.
Dressed impeccably in a short, pressed skirt, high heels and a stylish blouse she switched her way up the walk towards the fraternity. The residents that were outside the house were flat out ignored as they openly watched her walk past and step through the front door as if she owned the place. The young man behind the little reception desk was given a withering smile as she locked eyes with him, her power wrapping around his mind. "You will bring Boden Murphy to me."
He nodded vapidly as he got up from the desk. "Y-yeah. Boden. Right." He couldn't get away fast enough eager to satisify her.
[*lyrics: Rolling Stones (not that piece of shit Guns and Roses!) - Sympathy for the Devil]