Team Cerberus Entry catmagick, yeomso, KanamiTenjo
Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:51 pm
TEAM NAMES ARE FOR CONFORMISTS. Gosh. (Quirm, Random Artist, and iStoleYurVamps)
The youngest sister... Had prepared a rather simple (what, you want me to actually spend time on this stupid assignment?) poster with two pictures and minimal text (wouldn't want the recipients to be unable to enjoy their gift, right?).
The title above the two pictures reads, in slightly loopy capital letters, 'FICTION VERSUS REALITY' and underneath that, in smaller text, is the words 'A comparison of the effect of delusion in doggy teenagers'. The first picture, which seems suspiciously to have been taken from some sort of book (do you know where all your library books on Cerberus mythology are right now?) reads simply Their Imagination. The other one is painstakingly labelled Reality.
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As for the second sister... What's a better way to mend a relationship other than presents? After all, it's the thought that counts, not the item inside, right? So, this particular gorgon bought them all gifts to make them look gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. She even went out of her way to buy them and everything!
Each cerberus brother was presented a box, wrapped prettily and unopened. Each gift catered to a different brother, since it was just be rude and unoriginal to give all three brothers the same presents.
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..................... The looks on their faces were absolutely priceless.
The presents event came with a really nice card. A lovely card with pictures of pretty little puppies on the outside.
So the card reads:
"Your idiocy outside can now match your inside, suckers B)!! HEH. ♥ "
Apparently, one gorgon sister is willing to mend their relationship. (or not.) She sat there on the edge of her desk, hand covering her mouth but she didn't bother to stifle her laughs. "Teehee~" One leg was folded over the other, head tipped up to look at the cerberus brothers with a winning gaze of victory. Sweet victory. Utterly sweet.
It sure made them look gorgeous all right. ♥
(WHY ONE IS HAPPY WITH IT IS MAKING THIS GORGON SISTER HORRIBLY MAD ):<<< ) @ copyrighted to the pokemon picture that inspired this!
Her letter smelt like wilted roses at least. It also came with a picture of each of the brothers. The Eldest, the middle one, and the runt. She smiled at them. "I do hope you understand why I just can't take them seriously Dr. Hyde. They're no good animals is what they are. Little puppy dogs that can't do anything." She sighed.
Team Gorgoners Tsunake, Lady_Ourania, CuterThanYou
There is no account more tragic than the one we poor Gorgons have kept throughout our entire lives. And though we strongly believe Amityville's "guidance counselor" has a python lodged in a crevasse somewhere, pulling gaily at his little twit strings, we're all agreed that the time has come.
The time to reveal the book.
Three irritated sisters piled into the counselor's office for the second week in a row. Each bore a scowl more terrifying than the next, though as much as they loathed being in the office, they were here on a mission.
A square object was retrieved from one of their backpacks and passed around between them. None of them wanted to be there - hell, it was clear that he didn't want to be there, but he had requested reasoning and hard, cold undeniable logic is what they planned on giving him. The pages within the book they possessed held nothing less than some of the most traumatizing, horrible, ghastly experiences they'd ever had... none of which any would like to relive again.
The youngest of the sisters took her place in the center, presenting the siblings' case before the guidance counselor as she outstretched the object in her hand.
"This is," she said, pausing dramatically, "is the book."
"It's an ancient, cursed tome, relaying to those who dare look upon its sixteen whole years of suffering and misery, all springing from a single, negligible accident. Truly, an accident! Children perform silly, unthinking actions without acknowledging them at the time, and apparently, the Cerberus boys are forever trapped in just such a juvenile mindset. You see, as little girls—babies, really, innocent, adorable, finger-hungry infants—we accidentally found out that the Cerberus triplets had a pet.
A really bizarre pet. What sort of respectable mutt owns a cat...?
... And, well, we couldn't have known that we weren’t supposed to so much as gaze at the cat. Or unwittingly freeze its little bones to the consistency of stone. Or even bat at its stiff body with a rattle until one of its ears chipped off. We were young, uninformed, and certainly not responsible for our behavior."
Clearing her throat, the second sister snatched the book from the youngest and turned the page to reveal another horrific story.
"Well, as you clearly know by now, those unweaned pups went and found a way to be offended. And made it their goal in life to make our existence difficult beyond imagination. It would be a long and bitter struggle, but we know you’ll be able to see that we Gorgon sisters are the victims throughout all of this!
From that day forward, a rivalry sprang up between us lovely Gorgons and them. We tried to be nothing but nice to them, but they were determined to get back at us for that tiny mishap involving Mr. Muffins. We tried to share with them, play with them.... Then again, they didn’t really seem to enjoy our games of Doctor... (Maybe it had to do with the syringe...)
REGARDLESS, we Gorgons were a prime example of terrifying, yet sweet, and the Cerberus boys were deliberately out to ruin us. Ruin. Us. At the tender age of seven, or maybe it was eight, we decided to hold a bake sale of sorts! Lemonade, spider-cakes—you name it, and we made it. How were we supposed to know that when the triplets volunteered to help out, it meant ruining our fine delicacies? And by ruin, we’re referring to the dog hair in the scab brownies, the strings of drool that shone on the pus custard... and, well, other unmentionables that will never be completely forgiven.
The photographic evidence does not lie."
Her pause lingered for dramatic effect, memories of fur-filled drinks filling her mind. A shudder passed through her, but her hand remained steady as she turned the page, only to have the book grabbed from her hand by the eldest, who was obviously displeased with how her sibling was storytelling.
"School should have meant education and fun, but it remained an uphill battle thanks to you know who. We were blameless little fifth-ghoulers, just wanting to learn and scare the wits out of potential prey one day. And if we allegedly shoved any of the triplets into lockers, that was only because we were helping to teach them the rules of their own dog-eat-dog world. We had their best interests in mind, always.
That was before the day they decided to shove their icky, slimy gum into our hair. A girl’s hair is part of their identity, part of our serpentine prestige, and while those mongrels might be used to licking themselves clean, we certainly are not. But that wasn’t the worst part, oh goodness, no.
For it seemed that our snakes... our snakes liked said gum. They liked icky, pre-chewed, dog cootie gum. Which meant that our poor, unknowing snakes were quite happy to blow bubbles all day and only make the entire mess worse! And they fought with each other over it!
Have you ever tried to wrestle gum from a snake? Have you???
After that, there may have been an incident where one brother became very... clean shaven. In our defense, it was done largely to protect him from having to deal with the same trauma that we had. If there was no hair, there was no foreseeable problem. Right?"
One hand rose to absentmindedly swat at a wayward snake. Gum had been forbidden from the household from that point onward - none of the three ever wished to see another piece again.
But as she turned the page and glanced at what story remained, her nostrils flared and her eyes narrowed. Shaking her head, she bit back a snarl, allowing the youngest to once again retrieve the book. Her voice was dry, but the very memory of that fateful day was enough to curl their snakes and it was apparent that she was forcing her temper into check as she spoke.
"And the worst... ohh, the very worst, we’ve saved especially for last. An act so despicable, so unthinkable, that it forever scarred and warped our young minds. How unfortunate! How disgraceful! Woe, how were a trio of girls supposed to handle such trials and turmoil?
It was our Scary Sixteen birthday, a very important age, as you should know. But instead of a relaxing morning consisting of sleeping in, were were bombarded. It turned out those runts realized that one of our windows was open just a crack, and had prepared water balloons to make sure we were up bright and early.
And also ensured that our faces would be covered in bite marks. How do you think snakes react to water being dumped all over them?!
Disgruntled, but not defeated, we valiantly made our way to our closets, determined not to let some water get us down. And there, well, that’s where the horror started.
Pink. Everywhere we looked, our eyes and those of our serpents met pink, boundless frills and taffeta, an explosion of repellent colors and style. Our old clothes were gone, replaced by sparkle and glitter and glam! We almost passed out from fright on the spot. Regaining our composure, we flew downstairs, fearing the worst, AND THERE WAS MORE OF IT. A pink frosted cake, sitting so primly on our table, oozing sugary sweetness! Decorations, pink, pink, AND MORE PINK! It was a good fifteen minutes before we could bring ourselves to skirt around the wretched heap and flee outside! It was unjust! It was a DECLARATION OF WAR.
That was the final push needed for us to create this book, to record every single grievance that befell us. But we’ll have our vengeance, one way or another, and it will be something much, much worse than a ruined wardrobe."
With the sudden, dramatic pause, silence swept into the room like a cold chill, and the three girls were staring at the guidance counselor with an eerie sort of intensity. Considering just moments ago they’d been dramatically throwing themselves about the room to replay their stories, the calm, cool collectedness was an unnerving switch.
“So,” The first began.
“Now you know why we hate them,” Said the second.
“Can we go now?” Came the exasperated interjection from the third, snapping the book shut between her hands before slipping it into her book bag. They hardly even waited for an acknowledgement before they swept out of the room, whispering to one another almost furiously.
Dr. Hyde might just have caught a glimpse of lacy, perfume-scented collars clutched within their little hands before the door slammed shut. It was going to be an interesting day at Amityville.
Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 12:29 am
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