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 Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 11:07 pm
The Amityville Guidance counselor hmm'd and humm'd for a few minutes, taking the time to give both sets of siblings another look. Really, these Gorgon and Cerberus kids, every other decade it was the same old feud. Doctor Hyde rolled his eyes, trust idiots to breed true. Well, might as well make the attempt, fail, and then let the teachers have joy of them. The man covered his rather sinister chuckle with a slight cough, and began, in tones that very clearly conveyed the facts that: 1. he was bored 2. they were all very stupid 3. this is waste of everybody's time 4. they were going to do this anyways "Alright then...those are some... lame quaint stories you have there. But lets try to put the past behind us." Another eye roll. "So let us start out by understanding and conveying your feelings about each other." Hyde had ceased to even bother looking at the would-be students, and began doodling on his clipboard. "So uh...go do that. Come back in three days and you'll show us all how you really feel about the others, and see how they feel about you." Pause. "Go away now." Stage Two ChallengeGorgons: ICly create something to convey how your student views the current Cerberus Brothers. Cerberus: ICly create something to convey how your student views the current Gorgon Sisters.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 11:09 pm
Rules- You must post your entries together as a team. You may do a full collaboration or make them singly. - These can be drawings, photos, baked goods, poems, macaroni pictures...feel free to get creative with it! However there must be SOME visual element to it.- It can be as serious, amusing, or anything in between as you want. This is a creativity contest! - You have exactly 3 days to come up with your entry! This thread will close on September 9th at 11:59 pm PST
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 10:11 pm
TEAM DOG EAT DOG
Moving Pictures, Kuro-Mizuki, Mobster Goose
So, after that weird guidance counselor told us to express our feelings of how we really felt towards the Gorgon sisters, I figured I'd, you know, try and bury the hatchet. After all, it's a centuries old grudge. It doesn't need to affect us now, eons later, does it? And yes, the Gorgon sisters have bickered a bit with me and my brothers, but I decided to just let bygones be bygones. So I grabbed my trusty pens and colored pencils and decided to draw the Gorgon sisters a pretty picture, just so they'd know that we were over the whole "holding a grudge thing" and that my brothers and I were open to kindling a new friendship with them.
........apparently they're not as open to the idea of a new friendship as I thought they were. B|;;;
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 6:04 am
TEAM CERB ( Canine Runners )
_-Cheeky_Chobit-_, Elissa Cousland & Ririka . I have to admit this is the weirdest thing I have ever been forced to do. I have always hated doing assignments’, writing has never been a strong point as you can tell from my records my grades are not that high and that is for a reason, if I am not interested in the topic then it will show. Personally with this mentality I do not see why I even bothered to pick up a pen. I could not imagine a more dull and uninteresting topic than the Gorgon sisters even more so my feelings towards them because I have always thought that was quite clear. Hmm. What do I think of the Gorgon sisters? Now, that's a question which is hard to pin point. As if everyone does not already know... Everyone who has met them would clearly think the same thing. Anyone with half a brain cell at least. They're all ugly. They're all stupid. They're all fat. And, lets not forget they're all total dorks. That’s putting it bluntly. I could go on and on... None of them are what you would call the brightest crayon in the box, they're the blackest of blacks which reflects the void between their ears, or that of the person that thinks we have any chance of settling this feud. Simply because I have no interest in resolving it, it's like asking a Jew to shake the hand of Hitler. It's just never going to happen. They're so ugly they turn people to stone... Need I say more? I mean they're all going to die virgins because let’s just say the first guy they're going to try something on with, will stay hard forever. No, not like that! Clean your mind you dirty, dirty person! They would never be convincing enough to do anything as such, even under the influence of alcohol. The person would die first and even then their lifeless corpse would reject them. Truth is reasons for our family hatred stems much further down, on to a personal level however it is an argument brought up too often to no avail. We know who is in the wrong and things that cannot be forgiven should not be forced. In fact I realized trying to write a damn response that this was just a waste of time, time I would prefer to spend with my brothers, people that really do matter. Whatever dude, I could say a lot about them... However they're not worth the time or energy. So, my final answer is simple...  CERBERUS RULE! NA NA NA NA NA!
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 4:18 pm
Team Stone Cold Bitches (Gorgon Sisters)
Sosiqui, Meeki, Miliardo Kason THE ELDEST SISTER: THE MIDDLE SISTER:Hello Guidance-Man-Monster-Beast Sir, I have my project around here somewhere... oh.. now where did I put it? Oh yes, that's right! It's at my twitter account. You can get to it here! THE YOUNGEST SISTER:
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 5:15 pm
TEAM ADORABLOODTHIRTSY FOR CERBERUS!
Tuatha De, Remove, Wotcher
[click the links for tons of pics and awesomeness] First Brother:
The first Cerberus brother, upon hearing that he and his siblings would be enrolled with the Medusas at Amityville, thought perhaps it might be time to bury the hatchet. And what girl can resist the delicious charms of lovingly handcrafted baked goods? Pumpkin spice cupcakes, certainly, would do the trick. Appropriate to the season, and neutral ground even for certain canines who cannot eat chocolate. Frosting was dyed an appropriate hue. ...and the cupcakes were even decorated with the Gorgon sisters' noble visages!
BUT WHATS THIS? ARRANT VANDALISM!
HOOLIGANS! Alas, it is true. The Cerberus brother could not hold back his instincts. Faced with three poor, innocent cupcakes defaced with Gorgon heads - by his own hand, no less! - he did what he had to do.
He put them out of their misery.
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Second Brother:
The second Cerberus brother had a similar idea to the first. Maybe it really was time to get over the age old feud, and what better way than to do it with gifts straight from the heart? Rather than baking cupcakes, however, he took it upon himself to make an adorable doll. Would the Gorgon sisters ever be able to continue the fighting when they saw their own faces reflected in the love and care that gone into the doll's stitching?
But what, the doll needed one final touch? To the work table! The brother would have been shamed to hand the doll over in such an incomplete condition, so he took it upon himself to fix the thing. No, no, too high, that wouldn't help at all. Maybe here? No, too low! This doll had to be absolutely perfect! Ah, this should do the trick.
In the counseling room, the doll was turned over to the sisters in two pieces. It was the perfect look for a Gorgon, after all.
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Third Brother:
The third brother also thought it would be a good idea make peace with the sisters. To start the healing process, he would make a movie for the Gorgons. Creative passion! Artistic whimsy! Lame humor! What more did one need to settle a raging battle? Nothing whatsoever, according to the film industry. With this movie he would simultaneously highlight his personal regards towards the sisters and free the two families from generations of hate:
CLICK HERE FOR THE BEST MOVIE EVER.
Oh.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 5:26 pm
GOOOORGOOOOONZ: THE A TEAM
[ Ol-j-man/Mediciner, JetAlmeara, & She-Ra of Etheria ]
They traipsed into Hyde’s office in single file eldest to youngest, and each bore various degrees of either disgust, displeasure, and disinterest respectively. The sisters had been called in after their latest spat to identify just what was it that made them so averse to making friends with the Cerberus triplets, but the three knew that the teacher knew that everyone knew this was pointless. Still, thinking that this would obviously show them to be the better of the two groups, the girls had complied with Mr. Hyde’s request and came back three days later with their opinions written in stone. Or crayons and cutouts, as was the case for Athanasia.
Almost as if their minds were linked, the oldest and youngest of the pair produced their pictures to him at the same time, Athanasia’s green eyes glittering smugly, Anastasia merely yawning and retreating back into place.
 
The background set, the middle sister Aeronwy plucked out a scroll from her bodice, undid the little red bow that held it, and unrolled it dramatically. She cleared her throat and recited in a sing-song voice.
Oh Cerberus triplets how I despise you so,
How much do you ask? I’ll let you know,
Your boy band looks are really quite sad,
They’re not sexy at all, they are really quite bad.
If you ask me what you are really good for,
I would say for a welcoming mat at my door,
A meal of Cerberus hot dogs for my snakes,
Getting rid of you is good for all our sakes.
One other thing that you are guaranteed to win,
Is the ugliest dog contest, since you’re ugly as sin,
I should cut off your tail, your ears and your fur,
Then you should look even worse than you were.
I laugh that your ancestor was banished from Hades,
And the fact that you clearly are no good with the ladies,
I hear from the grape vine that you like to eat babies,
And hope beyond anything that you contract rabies.
And so Cerberus triplets now you truly know,
Just how much I, and my sisters, hate you so,
If I could do the world but one little favor,
I would end your life, a victory I would savor.
Thus was laid bare their true feelings, a veritable treasure for the psychoanalytical. Athanasia’s kindergarten scrawl, made by a fist gripping the various crayons, was as direct an insult in paper as she was capable of delivering verbally; though she wore clothes like a goddess (a literal steal she was happy to advertise), the eldest was the most capable of brutal action of the three. It did not matter to her that the grudge happened eons ago; she was happy to view the dogs as, well, dogs. Simple as that.
So too was Aeronwy’s poetic gift able to be analyzed: for even finesse with words did not dull the obviously cold edge in her words. While Athanasia was the one willing to knock heads, the middle sister was the most capable of tying tongues and forming the highest brow derisions. The only thing she could lament was the belief the triplets’ collective IQs could not begin to fathom most of them. Her only condolence would be the ability to store every and any of their stupid antics, to one day weave an ironically lengthy epic of the stream of idiocy they left behind that would entertain for ages.
The youngest’s, Anastasia, was the hardest to decipher: for one, she seemed to have put in quite an effort to depict the triplets accurately, though over-characterizing their faces to detract from the art. The picture seemed to belong on the front of a CD and bore fancy writing, yet that in and of itself was parodied by the lack of seriousness throughout the rest of it. Being of dual nature herself, it only made sense that her very nature would be reflected in her entry: existing and left to others to draw conclusions about. Really, the triplets had potential, but most of the time their talent was squandered.
By some unseen cue, Athanasia turned and strutted out, muttering something darkly about a newly conceived revenge plot. This time with apples . . . Aeronwy curtsied as if Mr. Hyde was the audience to her audition to the Poe-try Club and flitted after her sister. Anastasia followed at her heels, never having fully looked the dreaful counselor in the face; her eyes were only for Abaddon, the largest of her snakes who still bore the bandage covering the bite one of the triplets had given him.
One thing was clear: The grude wouldn’t be easy to clear out, if ever. Old habits died hard, and if there was anything a girl really liked, it was to hold onto that grudge for ages.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 5:37 pm
THE CERBERUS TEAM OF MASTERFUL STORY-TELLERS The_Great_Book_Wyrm, Chikagi, an O L I V E masterpiece The Wisest One So, I wrote this poem to illustrate my feelings, cuz I've always liked expressin' myself through art, ya'know? Because I'm such a deep soul, ya'know? God, I really hate those Gorgons, like, I'm serious.
Their stupid, snakey hair just makes me so furious.
I'm not even playin', they're straight-up retarded,
I hate even thinkn' about it, so don't get me started.
Word to your mothers.I also painted this picture, it came out alright. The Middle Bro Dear Diary, Today, I got FED UP with those gorgon sisters. They make me so mad! The other day, we ran into them in Halloween Square... the youngest one called us Mutts and said to go home... I showed her though, I showed them all!  I forgot the camera, so I drew this... HA! That bag was hot though, I think I burned some hair off my hand... I hope they know that us Cerberus won't stand for them anymore, otherwise, I'll think of something even more dastardly. I hope their hair ties itself together and suffocates... >.> The Youngest and Most Forgiving They can all go to hell, like their ancestor did.
Or choke themselves on apples. Whatever.(It's a pun, get it?)
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 6:08 pm
Team Gorgon
Sayuri_Nitta, Dragain & Naked Satan (( With only 6 hours till the end of this part I thought I would enter what we have already, I didn't want to waste what was done...hopefully I can edit in the final part before the deadline ^_^; )) First Sister Enters the office swinging an interesting doll on a rope Second Sister "How I really feel about them? Ugh, age-old feud aside, they are still a bunch of stupid, smelly dogs... What's there to like? In fact, I think the world would be a better place without them. To illustrate this point, I took one of the brothers - you know, the one who looks and dresses like a silly little girl - and drew him on paper like so. While I don't have my sisters' skills in art, isn't he so cute on paper? Of course, that was before I gave him an apt death... Death by toilet." She chuckled darkly and her snakes hisses happily at her joy, "I had to use the bathroom after I threw him in so I didn't take anymore photos after that, but... You get my point."On a piece of paper, she'd also penned a little ditty that she had taught her sisters;
Sung to the tune of "Joy to the world":
Joy to the world,
Cerb-brothers are dead!
Oh what, should we do, with their heads?
Oh, I have an idea! Let's flush it down the toilet bowl!
And round and round it goes, and round and round it goes!
I can't contain my happiness! Third Sister Unfortunately it's looking as if the third sister was simply properly unable to visualise what she felt, other than this random scribble;
, however if she was asked, it would be easy enough for her to verbalise all that she felt!...She settled for singing the little song that her sister had thought up as no one really wanted a very long lecture on the many evils of the Cerberus brothers
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 6:37 pm
HELL YEAH, GORGONS, TEAM AEGISWitchneko, Dark_Musashi, Madness_insanityThe three sisters strode into the office; equally confident (or, in the case of the youngest sister, equally unconfident). Without mincing words, the pink-snaked female reached into a bookbag (pink gothic swirls on black; quite the fashionable old-fashioned statement) and pulled out a drawing. Her cheeks turned a noticeable tint of red, and she attempted to save face about the awful drawing as she handed it to the guidance counselor. "...This is what they are, Mr. Hyde," the girl muttered in a resentful tone, snakes drooping rather limply at the sight of the childish drawing and forehead-eyes momentarily closing as she looked down. "Near-sighted dachshunds with rabies and pathetically short legs. Definitely suffering from ADHD, if their brains are even big enough to handle that." And with that rather...eloquent...statement, she stepped back; letting her brasher ( and better at art too, chimed the little honest part of her brain) and younger sister take the lead. "There's one thing to describe them," the girl rolled her eyes, stroking the biggest hair-snake almost absentmindedly.  "I might have thought they were interesting as a child, the talk of rivalries and the whispers about the cerberus family's triplets, but I'm disappointed." At this point; a few snakes of the middle sister tossed a balled-up drawing at the black-haired girl; apparently someone had done everyone else's homework. It was unrolled by a delicate hand, and punctured on the fangs of a snake, where it was held up for the male of indecipherable species to see. "And as you asked, I chose to draw a picture." This, again, was pulled out from a bag (although quite different in design and color from her older sister's); and the voice had spoken true: her art skills were, actually, much better than her sister's.  That was that; and she handed it to the insane Cerberus sympathizer guidance councilor of undecidable race. And the eldest stepped forwards, looking relieved: she'd been scribbling on her paper the whole time, the sneaky Gorgon! "Here, sir," the strong voice acquiesced, tossing a picture at Mr. Hyde before leaving the room with her sisters.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 6:51 pm
Gorgons: Team Traditions
The Leech Festival, Roxy_roxanna2, Reeshie Hack The Gorgon Sisters each had their own flair, but one thing they shared in common was a distaste for the Cerberus Triplets. With a unique mindset each one set off to express herself in a different way. The youngest doodled her feelings out first, the middle child wrote a stern letter to the counselor hoping to show him reason, and the eldest decided to take the opportunity to express herself...and get a little revenge to boot. Eury was big on writing in her journal.
Like, REALLY into it.
So when the counselor gave them the assignment and she had no idea how to really express herself over the boys like her sisters did, she just started writing and doodling in her journal about them. And before she knew it, this was the result.
 Just in case anyone gets it into their head that I stole the idea from another entry, this was done at least 25 hours BEFORE any entries were shown.
Stheno was sure her sisters would actually take Dr Hyde's words and waste their precious time trying to express how they really felt for the cerberus brothers. She on the other hand was thinking of a less conventional method of expression. She was silent and probably looked like the youngest to most, but as the eldest her desire to see her sisters protected and taken care of was top priority.
She quickly snatched a piece of paper and scrawled out a recipe:
It wasn't in her usual neat handwriting, it rather looked like chicken scratch in-fact, but that was because she was so angry!
Hmm some of the ingredients would be tricky to find but she would find them and then she would bake the Cerberus brothers a DeathDay cake that would convey EXACTLY how she felt about them. It only too her a few days to gather all the ingredients and she cringed as she opened the cupboard and put them up.
Slowly her distaste for the recipe faded as she thought of how the Cerberus brothers would feel after eating it. If she was lucky she'd be rid of them for a good long while. She pulled out a small cauldron and started to mix the cake recipe together. Mealworm Meal as the base, Dragon Egg Whites, Grave dust all formed a horrifically delicious batter of dark grey. Then she started to add the special ingredients to convey how she felt about the Cerberus Brothers.
A bit of Deadly NightShade:
A Spoonful of Glitter:
A Cup of Sugar & Spice & Everything Nice:
3 Tablespoons of Rainbow Juice:
3 Drops of Dog Poison:
A Generous Shake of Hearts, Stars, & Horseshoes:
And then a few pinches of Smiles & Sunshine:
She gagged a bit as she mixed and whipped and finally she added some more grave dust and frogs breath to mask the sickeningly sweet scent. Quickly she set about to baking the cake and covering it until it looked like a real Deathcake. Those greedy dogs would no doubt be quick to devour every morsel and when they got sick to their stomachs they would know her exact feelings. That counselor would no doubt think that she had let her lifetime grudge go as she bestowed the confection upon the boys. Grinning she set the cake on a black plate and headed towards the counselors office.
Cake Note To the Cerberus Brothers: I hope this Deathcake can express how badly I feel about all our past misunderstandings. I have poured my sincere emotions into it and it's a rather fearsome creation for you three to enjoy. -Stheno
(( This Cake is not a Lie XD - Actual Ingredients: White Cake, Oreos, Shredded Coconut, Dark Chocolate Frosting, Cream Cheese Frosting, Food Coloring. ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 7:45 pm
Cerberus: TEAM SCOTT PILGRIM
Melodine Cantus, Nothing Yet, Orestae One of the Cerberus brothers was currently quite at a loss for what to do for the project the guidance counsellor had assigned them. What could he come up with that would be so creative that he could impress, and also express what exactly he felt about the Gorgons? He tried looking at what his brothers were doing, but they shoved him away, and thankfully, an idea then struck him. Surely a SHORT COMMERCIAL would put the point across? The next triplet eyed Doctor Hyde skeptically. This all seemed like nonsense. His hatred for the Gorgon sisters was not going to change, even if someone with that fancy "doctor" title insisted that it must. If it were anyone else? Sure. But their ugly snakefaces were just awful. It would simply hurt his pride to have a positive association with something so terrible. When it was finally his turn, he stood, smiled slyly at Hyde and struck a pose. And then...he began an INTERPRETIVE DANCE.He'd seen it on skelevision once; that's how he knew it was a Real Thing. Which was lucky, because he otherwise would have thought that it was simply too ridiculous. Expressing feelings via dancing? Please. Dancing was for parties. As he reached for the props, however, it became obvious that emotions were prooobably bleeding through. Much like the stuffing of the makeshift poppet. His "performance" (if it were even worthy of the name) was hastily cut short. Promoting violence against Gorgon babies would just not do The last brother watched the other two with arms folded. When his turn rolled around, he gave only a sigh. “This is stupid,” he said, “We shouldn't have to explain this. This is like explaining why Candy Corn tastes like a**. It just does. Candy Corn tastes like a** and the Gorgon sisters are finely sliced a** between two pieces of sourass bread with some assonaise and a side of wedge-cut a**.” He held up both hands, taking a moment to calm himself before wheeling the whiteboard to the front of the room. “And if you're watching your weight, we have an option of a** slices and some diet a**.” “However, since you need an explanation, I took the time to draw up this simple, easy to follow FLOW CHART.”
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 9:32 pm
A Team Cerberus Entry by Ruriska, Three Tailed Fox and La Fantome de le opera What are your feelings about the Gorgon sisters?
"Hate."
"Disgust."
"They make me want to curl up in a ball and go away..."
The third brother got a quick elbow to the stomach. "I mean!... And puke! And kill them. They suck." This answer was received better with his siblings.
The undead guidance counselor stared blankly at the three Cerberus siblings squeezed into the hard plastic chairs across from him. They'd refused to come alone, and now the answers were hive mind-esque. Not that he cared. The clock behind them screamed as it hit the hour.
He briefly thought he was hungry. "I want you to be creative. Express your feelings."
"Wait, what? Other than blowing chunks all over your desk?"
"Or bringing you their heads on a pike?"
"Or yelling?"
A sharp glance from his older brothers. ".....Profanity?"
They nodded. Sighing in boredom, the counselor shook his head. "No. Not quite. Or at least, not in my room. Too messy. I won't clean that up and the janitorial service has skipped my room ever since I lost that hand in the heating vent..."
The Cerberus' brothers noses twitched in unison. So that was the smell. . .
"Pictures. A poem. ANYTHING. Go away and show me your feelings."
"But we already-"
"GO.... It's time for my break. I'll call you back in 3 days."
-THREE DAYS LATER HERP DERP-
"....Nothing?"
"I can't draw worth a blind cyclops."
"Poems are for wieners......."
"I forgot. . . .I mean, yeah! That's lame."
He put an undead hand to his head. He didn't get paid enough. And corporal punishment wasn't allowed. Did Amityville even have special education? He pulled a bag of fresh toe-chips out of his desk and chewed on them. For a while.
Crunch. Crunch. Oh. They were still here? Darnit.
Eugh, damn toe-chips always made him phlegm. . . Another reason the janitors skipped his room. . . Wait.
He glanced with one lazy eye at his clipboard. There were no notes, just scribbles. A half-assed game of tick-tack-toe. A grocery list. He hocked a loogie on it, the rubbery, tar-like substance stinking like the toe-fungus it came from.
Heh. What did they call those things again? Ink-blots. They were some psycho-mumbo-jumbo. It was worth a shot, and it would get them out of here at least. He raised the black, greasy spot to the disgusted faces of the Cerberus siblings. "What do you see?"
For a minute, the brothers were speechless. A little bead of liquid from the boogie slid down the paper, dripping onto the already stained carpet. They shivered.
Finally swallowing, the eldest spoke up.
"I see....Me stomping on the Gorgon sisters. Those freakin' nasty split-end snakes of theirs' are all over, because I cut them off. BARBERSHOP, beotch."
Smirking, he crossed his arms and leaned back into his seat.
"I see those traitors horking up the golden apples they stole from our great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandpa. It's because I fed them dynamite in a rat. Greedy pigs fought over it like.....um, pigs!"
Brothers number One and Two high-fived once he finished.
It took the third brother the longest to make up his mind. A large grin came across his face.
"I see a butterfly!"
The room was speechless.....Then One slapped Two, who glared and slapped Three on the back of the head.
"Ouch!........I mean it looks like a Gorgon." He paused, squinting. Then blushed in embarrassment. "The oldest one, with the green skin... Kinda like she's in a bikini. With her snakes going all everywhere around her....yeah."
Silent. Three was punched in the arm. Obviously this wasn't the correct answer.
"But she looks gross! Because she's all scaley-"
"And snakey-"
"And gross!"
"-and snakey and gross. And we cut off her head...."
". . . . Get out of here. Now."
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:30 pm
TEAM LAST MINUTE!(Ho-fluff are we early!? Craaaaap!!)Xxsky_goddessxX, Shiningamisgirl, Loki Saimar
While journals are indeed, the epitome of cliche - we sisters felt that, maybe we each did one on our own, it would better convey our individual feelings for the lesser species.. And get that lazy jerk of a counselor off our backs that much quicker!
-!Youngest!-
Day One
Okay so Mr. Counselor wants us to talk about our feelings, and come back in three days? Well then, I guess he can listen to them, or read them if he’d like.
My sister thinks I ramble a lot, so I guess I should organize my thoughts on paper before I blurt it out to the counselor. Should I just get another journal? I really don’t want to tear three pages out of my journal. Whatever, I’ll just speak my thoughts after I organize them.
Okay so, let me first analyze my feelings based on the legend. The way this tale was passed down to us pretty much sums the Cerberus brothers up. They obviously have a terrible lack of communication and stuff. How could that mutt not have told his other siblings about the deal the gorgon had with them? How are things supposed to go right when you and your fellow guards don’t communicate? Wow.
And when he lost the apples? GOSH. I’d thought when you gave a dog a treat they’d eat it up like the gluttons they were. But no, the one lost them! Then his coveting instincts sunk in the same time his stupidity level rose. He left the gate to look for the apples while leaving the gate open. If the Cerberus brothers are related to that dumb blob then I can only hope that evolution helped them along in the mental and smarts department.
But our ancestor did make a dumb move too… She trusted Medusa… Even if they are both gorgons, she should’ve known that one locked in Tartarus can’t be that nice.
Okay erm… I need to gather my thoughts, I’ll write tomorrow.
Day Two
I’ve had one sleep and another day to think about my feelings. Personal experience! I don’t really know them personally actually. Well, besides a few brief encounters. Like the time I walked by one in the hall, PHEW did he smell! (I’m positive it wasn’t because we were only a few feet from a public washroom). It was the worst stench ever! It was probably his lunch of earthworms and decade old bones buried in the ground! Terrible stench.
OH! And another time I was a bit younger than now. I was going down a slide right before Cerberus. When he slid down a bunch of hairs got stuck on the slide. Who knew what was on those hairs! Who sheds these days anyways? Isn’t there a shedding brush these days?
And this other time, I, erm … Saw them … I need to gather my thoughts again.
Day 3
Oh s**t, I have to meet the counselor today! SHOOT! Okay, well I have one final point of view. Um… In the animal kingdom! Mutts are disgusting! Dogs can’t clean up after themselves. They are gross and smelly and since when have they gotten along with snakes in the wild? Never? Um, yeah that’s right!
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s**t he’ll never buy this crap.
So, in conclusion. I don’t like them very much AT ALL. If I could turn them all to stone I would. But erm, I’m not too mad at them about trapping our ancestor. It’s not their fault they are stupid, right? And I guess our ancestor may have made one wrong move or taken a few false steps.
But naturally I’d hate them! Like snakes are so much better than dogs. We are stealthy and smart and charming. They are dumb and … Playful … and loveable … in a dumb and stupid way!
And then Mr. Counselor asked for a picture. FINE I’ll give him one.
s**t I DREW IN PEN.
Try to ignore the crossed out part.
ahem
-Middle Sister-
Day One
Intrigued - I find that the counselor's need for us to create images to be..annoying, as expressing our feelings with words would be far more productive, swift, and leave less room for the silliness that is sure to ensue from his request. That, and I truly do not wish to see whatever it is the mutts think of me... I honestly could care less one way or the other, what I think of myself is what matters most after all. Really it is the fact that they already slander us with their words, is a picture really needed to further show their distaste for our kind? I think not.
Day Two
Observation - I wondered if maybe my perspective on things might be changed by a bit of observation. Maybe the beasts were simply putting on a show, barking and whining as they did about things of the past, trying to be..macho was it..bad a**..Whatever it is their large ego's and small brains tell them is 'cool' behavior-wise.
Of course, as it would happen, observing them only furthered my reasoning for having an unpleasant view of them. There appears to be nothing at all that is distinctive between the three of them, either in personality or looks, and I swear I can barely tell them apart as it is! Except for the eldest, he seems to appear more dog like then the other two, maybe its the collar?
Day Three
Final Judgement
Annoying..nuisances..unchanging beasts who can not see the world for any way except the way that they paint it! Blinded by the past they are! Barred from seeing the light, by they're own errant paths! How dare they blame our kind for everything, the sniffles, bad weather, their foolish ancestors banishment.
The grudge annoying and pointless as it is, may as well exist as it has for the past millennium. I have no reason to like or dislike the Cerberus any more then I already do, and find they're bullheaded ignorance and indifference to it all, to be quite headache inducing.
That is sadly how it will be, It's hardly my fault as I tried, the beasts will simply remain below any level of acceptance, a blip on my radar....an occasional onset of fleas if you will..and nothing more.
And for the sake of culling the counselors tongue..I drew a picture. Truly I could see nothing outstanding about any of the brothers, so this will have to suffice.
Annoyingly Unremarkable
~ The Eldest ~
Day one -
Journals..pfft..plzz!
Honestly its-its..Bah! Its bad enough he's making us wait three days to get into this school, I swear I'd normally be more calm and reserved about such things..but three whole days..and a picture..what are we in kindergarten? Is this his way of putting us in 'time out' for having a tad bit of past tension welled up inside of us. Please, whats wrong with a healthy grudge anyways, I hear it keeps your skin looking young and scaly, and keeps away all those pesky smile lines that can build up..eugh..
Ah well, the day wont get any younger, and the mutts wont get any less alive...and really when it all comes down to it, I don't know that much about them. On a personal level that is, outwardly they're about as transparent as any specter or ghost..no offense...Day Two -The grudge..it is totally worth it! All the years of hatred, I approve of them! I swear I cant tell tweedle-dees gender, haha and that babyface, damned cute I'll admit, but I cant help but snicker whenever he walks by. Tweedle-dum reeks of..of something, gahd what did he roll in? Why is he always covered in something, the band-aids, the stench..does he need a cone collar mabye? Does he have fleas? The only one worth any reputable note has to be the eldest..mnnhmm, heck it might be worth ignoring our loooonnnngggg hatred of each other just to get a bit closer to him. Collars are hot man, don't care what you say..ehem- Anyways, the mutts are mutts, and mutts they shall stay until I decide otherwise! Day Three - The torture is over, we can finally head in to see the counselor and get this abhorrent mess over with. All we want is to get into the school, is that so terribly terribly hard, do they pass all their students through such..exams? I suppose I cant complain too much, if anything good came out of this, it was three days worth of stalking McHotty's fluffy tail around the school and having a completely reasonable excuse for it. I suppose..secretively..the mutts arent so bad, I'd never let them date my sisters or dare to say it aloud! After all, I always thought I'd be the absolutely last one to be getting my snakes all in a tangle over some pup. Oh if my ancestors saw me now..-shudders- Either way, assignment done, road trip, over, McHotty..is now on my stalking list..and his brothers, well maybe if they accidentally trip off a cliff it'll leave more room for me in his life? After all, emotionally traumatized boys are hot too! Just as hot as collars.. How Are they Related to HIM!?
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