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[color=crimson]LOCATION[/color] - Dorm 4-G, Lounge

[color=crimson]INTERACTIONS[/color] - Hunter [@Apokalipse], Alessandra [@Fabricant451], Cecily [@lovely complex]
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There was a visible twitch in Atticus’ left eye as the tiny boy paid no heed to the titanic Sanguine Son before him. The hulk of a man was used to people cowering in fear or pleading for their lives, but [i]this[/i] one? He prattled on his phone. The incessant tapping of the screen - that sickening [i]tick, tick, tick[/i] – plunged Atticus into a deep seated rage. He didn’t act in his anger though, too baffled by this mouse in front of him. This was a quiet anger that waited patiently to unfurl.

The man’s hazel eyes watched as Honey finally got up from his bed and made his way out the door without a single word or motion of acknowledgment to his roommate. Once the click of the front door was heard, the carnage began. The wicked dagger in his hand plunged into Honey’s mattress, its serrated blade deforming and warping the fabric with every stab. Again and again, his hand hammered his weapon into the poor, defenseless bed while the waves of fury coursed through Ares’ son. By the time Atticus was finished, Honey’s place of refuge looked like a murder scene. The mattress was no longer a commodity for sleeping, now turned into a torture rack fit only for the masochistic to lay upon. 

Content with his disaster, Atticus took a deep breath and focused, returning to his calm state of mind and returning his knife to its resting place. From his pocket, his hand fetched a tiny, eloquent notebook and a pen that appeared to cost at least a hundred dollars. He immediately began writing in elaborate cursive, inscribing a message to the mouse in his regal handwriting. 

[center][i]They gave you a faulty mattress. Call maintenance.
-S.S.[/i][/center]
The Sanguine Son tore the message from his notebook and placed it on the obliterated bed before he took his leave, stopping momentarily by the living room to toss his belongings to the ground. Someone would be here soon on his accord to straighten everything up for him. By the time he returned tonight, this dorm would look like Scarface’s mansion. As Atticus exited his apartment, he brought up his phone and tapped out a quick message to his half-sister, Alessandra. 

[quote][i]Dear sister,
[indent]I hope you are prepared to die tonight.

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[indent]Love,
Atticus[/indent][/i][/quote]

The ominous message carried a strange vibe to it, one that didn’t quite make sense. In truth, his relationship with his sister was the quite the same; it was hostile and competitive to the point things were bound to get bloody, but Atticus had an overprotective vibe to him when it came to Alessandra. Hurting her would be signing a death sentence. Stowing away his phone, the man made his way through the corridors to find the nearest lounge, overlooking any that might get in his way. His stomach required sustenance that only Peanut M&Ms and Cherry Coke could satisfy. 

The lounge was about what one would expect. Several tables were scattered about with plush chairs of a variety of colors sat around them. Two comfortable couches sat against the wall for the students' leisure. One of which was occupied by a single dark haired woman, sipping on a soda and apparently daydreaming about nothing. Her eyes blankly stared at the wall, but spoke a tale of sadness. If his memory served him right, that was Zeus' daughter: Cecily. He paid relatively no heed to her though, marching up to the vending machine and admiring the options presented to him. Scrounging through his wallet, he found a couple dollar bills hidden within the stack of hundreds, watched the machine swallow his money, and clicked his options. The Peanut M&Ms appeared without any trouble, but the Cherry Coke... The machine flashed SOLD OUT to him with its red LED lights. Flustered, Atticus had no other option but to choose the much inferior choice of Dr. Pepper. His hazel eyes flashed over Cecily and grimaced when he saw the last bottle of Cherry Coke in her hands.

Marching up to the girl, he towered over her and snapped twice in front of her face, breaking her concentration. [color=crimson]"Normally, I would tear apart the person who took my prized Cherry Coke from me, but I assume you are ignorant of such things and spare you of that horrible fate, Daughter of Zeus."[/color] he informed her with tiny, cold smile. It was hard to tell if he was being serious or not. [color=crimson]"Come. It is almost time to test your mettle in the Arena."[/color] With a tug, he pulled the woman up and began pushing her toward the doorway.