Who: Hermes Where: apartment When: after lunchtime Why: George and Martha went AWOL, and since no one will help, he's looking, for the sixth time open: roommates and anyone who wants to help him find them who happens to hear the greek cursing within the apartment.
The living room was utter chaos. Hermes had almost everything over turned, the couch was diagonal from the television, cushions and pillows thrown about like a tornado had been through. He was getting more and more frustrated. Either he'd severly pissed off his snakes, as he did every once in a decade, or they had had an arguement amoungst each other and seperated. He started looking in corners, if George had annoyed Martha, she would be in some sort of corner sulking, and no telling where George would be. He was used to their annoying bickering ,after all he'd found them that way and had a truce struck up between them for awhile. He pulled the cabinets open in the kitchen, crawling up into them and looking around for any sight of green.
"GEORGE!" he yelled, "MARTHA!?" he cursed in Ancient Greek loudly, he pulled back and hit his head on the cabinet drawer, "DAMN I WILL HAVE YOUR SOUL!" he kicked the drawer, stubbing his toe in the process, he finally gave up on the cabinets and started looking around the table and in the corners. "MAR-there you are!" he picked Martha up, who knew snakes could look red-eyed? "Where's George?"
Pfft I don't care! Hateful creature! When will you let me end him! I loathe him! I want to rip out his throat and...Hermes do something! Martha curled around his wrist, looking up at him hopefully.
"Well if I knew where he was at!" he said,glaring. He really needed someone to help him find George, of the both of him he was the one who could hide himself well.