DISCLAIMER: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Rick Riordan does. I only own my OCs and the idea in this fanfiction.
A/N: Just something I came up with out of the blue. This is just intended for writing practice, I guess, although I do not guarantee constant updates. I apologise for any mistakes, or any OOCness from the canon characters. Please leave a review, and enjoy.
By the Hermes Cabin
An Idea
Travis and Connor Stoll did not expect to walk through the door of Cabin 11, or the Hermes' cabin, to find their half-siblings in hysterics.
Actually they did expect it; after all, the Hermes' cabin was infamous for their unyielding terrorisation of Camp Half Blood. A trait that they had all inherited from their father, Hermes, god of travellers, roads, messengers, thieves and pretty much all those who used the roads. But to his children, he was not only a god, but their father.
On their second day back, they did in fact expect the Hermes cabin to either be in: uncontrollable bouts of laughter, complete chaos, planning their next prank and target, or all of the above. They just did not anticipate what they were laughing at.
"Connor Stoll," Hayley squinted, as she laid stomach-down on her top bunk, trying to read the rest of the scrawled handwriting. "You are…going to pay," she recited slowly, struggling to decipher the words. Despite the headaches her dyslexia was causing to read the message, she decided it was worth it. "The next time…I see that…wr-wretched face of yours. Corey Sanchez," she unsuccessfully bit back a laugh, as the cabin erupted in laughter.
"That sounds familiar," Connor tapped his chin, as if in thought. "Very."
He eyed the cover curiously, trying to piece the clues together.
This time, Valerie read a message out, "Consider, your death…" She squinted, rotating the book in various angles, "contract signed, the next time I see or hear from you, or your brother. Love, Stella Alloy. It's even signed with a love heart!" She cackled.
"That's your yearbook, you idiot," Travis answered Connor, unbothered that they were reading his brother's yearbook aloud, as they walked towards their bunk. Connor flopped onto the bottom, as Travis; as soon as he climbed the ladder –which wasn't very long –hit his pillow on the top bed.
"I see you've gathered lots of hate messages," Chris chortled, as the book was passed along the cabin, fingers flipping quickly through pages as eyes scanned over the pictures.
"We've had…" Travis trailed off.
"An interesting year," Connor finished the sentence. Together they smirked that trademark Hermes smirk. Recollections of their pranks played back in their heads like a movie, before they were snapped out of it, with but four magical words to the ears of a Hermes child.
"I've got an idea," Hayley said smugly. The elfish ears of the entire cabin perked up at the sound of those four words.
"What?" the cabin asked energetically in almost perfect sync. Another new year of unrelenting pranks had arrived, and they wanted to hit it off with a bang. An incredibly big and loud bang. Something that would make their father proud, something that would be forever remembered –maybe even on a bead.
"Why don't we make our own yearbook? Well, summer-book. We can put in stories, photos and stuff of people at camp, and publish our own summer-book. Published by the Hermes cabin –I like that."
"Not bad," Travis tapped his chin, as his lips quirked into a smirk. "Not bad at all."
"We'll need a camera, well cam-er-as. Anyone have any?" she asked the cabin, while she sat up. Orange-shirted kids of a variety of ages were sprawled all over the cabin, from the beds to the carpeted floor.
"Just steal it," Connor answered. "Ellie, steal some from the camp store."
"Roger that, Co-cabin Counsellor Connor," 10 year old Ellie saluted from the floor, with the same mischievous smirk. A cheeky twinkle sparkled in her brown eyes.
"Wait, why did you even bring your yearbook?" Chris asked from his bed, entangling his fingers into his black hair.
"We were going to burn it as an offering to dad," the Stoll brothers answered in sync, trying as hard as they could to control their laughter.
In stifled giggles Connor asked, "Awesome right?"
"Are you guys serious?" Hayley questioned as she laughed at the idea. "You've done him proud men. You've done him proud."
Together, they collaborated in the making of their next greatest prank, the greatest prank since the golden mango. The main idea was to catch "interesting" moments onto their cameras –something memorable. Translated into the language of the children of Hermes, it basically meant something embarrassing. But who knew what they'd return with?
The Fates knew, but that wasn't the point.
"Got the cameras Elle?" Travis asked, awaiting a confirmation.
"Yep, one for each person," she answered, looking beside her, where the cameras lay stacked in a fallen tower. "And a few back-ups. Just in case. You know? If they get destroyed and stuff."
"I've heard the Ares cabin is incredibly vicious at this time of the year," Travis nodded in approval. "Good idea. Remember guys, if we get caught, two words: DENY EVERYTHING. And it wouldn't hurt to get rid of the evidence. I don't think this is against the camp rules anyways. But you know how things go."
He shrugged. "Oh, and maybe back it up if you can."
"We're kicking this plan into gear tomorrow," Connor announced. "Right now," he glanced towards the digital clock by one of the bedside tables. After reading the L.E.D display, he continued, "Right now, is dinner time. And time for dad's special sacrifice."
"I can't wait for that sizzling smell of burnt paper," Travis snickered.
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