Author's Note: No comment. :/ I just felt the need to put this here.
Travis and Connor Stoll were currently sitting in their overly messy cabin, on the floor. That might not have been a great idea, since there was candy wrappers, spilled soda, and a suspicious green liquid coating the ground. Nonetheless, those small details couldn't stop their game of rock, paper, scissors.
"Rock, paper, scissors, GUN!" Connor shouted, pretending to blow Travis' head off.
"Hey, that's cheating!" Travis complained. "There aren't guns in this game!"
"Now there is!" Connor replied in a sing-song voice.
"Let's play bingo instead!" Travis insisted.
"No! That's a game for old people! Like Mr. D-"
Connor froze, as someone behind the two brothers cleared their throat. They spun around, only to see leopard print pants, a Hawaiian shirt, and a angry looking man to complete the outfit. Travis gagged at the man's choice of clothing, and just resisted from making wretching motions.
"Mr. D!" Connor exclaimed. "We were just saying how...That shirt compliments your...Eyes?"
Mr. D rolled his eyes, "Whatever Collin. I just wanted to tell you and Tannner that a new Hermes brat just arrived at camp, and you're responsible for explaining whatever."
With that, the god left, leaving Connor and Travis with mischievous smiles on their faces.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Travis asked.
"Yes...To the handbook!" Connor declared, running to his bunk.
He dropped to his stomach and searched under the bed for a few minutes until he came up with a hastily typed 'hand book,' covered in coffee stains and crumbs.
Just at that moment, a girl of around twelve with curly hair walked in,
"Uh, Travis and Connor?"
"That's us!" The two Stoll brothers said in unison, grinning from ear to ear. "And you're our new sister?"
She nodded reluctantly, and Connor shoved the book into her hands, "Read this!"
The Hermes Cabin Rulebook:
Written by Travis and Connor Stoll.
1. Use anyone's money except your own!
2. Give Connor all of your candy!
3. Ignore the rule above this one...
4. You must hate birds. Don't ask.
5. In accordance to rule 4, no matter how much you hate birds you cant burn them to death. Unless it's Thanksgiving.
6. Put a padlock on all of your stuff. (One that can be picked, for our sake of course)
7. Never, EVER, use the 'o' word. (Obedient)
8. Don't try giving a monster caffeine. Trust us. It doesn't work.
9. Never start a prank war... Unless you let us in on it.
10. Campers don't seem to like pranks, so write your shroud preference somewhere. Just in case.
"That was...Interesting," the new Hermes camper said, shaking her head.
"Oh, but you didn't read it all yet!" Travis chimed.
"Yeah! Turn the page!" Connor demanded.
"Fine," she muttered, turning the page.
She may have just arrived at camp a few hours before, but she could tell that these two brothers of hers would be her cause of death. Not the monsters, or anything like that. Not at all. Just those two siblings. As she started reading again, she realized that this would be a LONG night...
Author's Note: I just had to make this... :P
