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Something about getting under  Jordan's skin just made Cleo smile like the Cheshire cat. She smiled and looked at her brother before laughing at her sisters comments. "Well Jordan why don't you tell use how you really feel." she half said and half laughed. "Maybe that's why Chiron didn't pick you, they don't want cabin leaders that think so lowly of their siblings and mentally abuse them." Ever word she said she wanted to act like a stab. She may not be a fighter but Cleo knew mental warfare. She looked back to her brother. "I personally think we could use a bit more optimistic views considering the salt that is currently in this cabin."

Cleo rested her hand on her brothers shoulder, softening her voice slightly to just talk to Jeremie, "Don't worry about Queen Waspie, she doesn't ever cool off, she just goes from bossy and angry to not as bossy and angry." she said with a slight smile. Honestly she could care less if Jeremie was a good leader or not, as long as he wasn't that prissy she would be fine. "And don't worry, I'll keep her attacks at bay." she said with a laugh and a wink, peeking at her sister before looking at her brother. She meant it though, he was innocent in his ideas of peace and bringing together but this wasn't the last of Jordan's play for Cabin leader, it never stopped till she had the power. If Cleo had to say she finally found something more fun than messing with Jordan, protecting Jeremie from her. He was only slightly younger than her but he was the perfect Athena kid, he had his flaws of course but someone needed to balance our the cynical cabin. "I believe in you."  

Ah yes,  Cleo loved to walk up to her cabin and hear the usual screaming of Jordan inside. Who misplaced a book now? Cleo calmly walked into the cabin to see her yelling at Jeremie. Poor kid looked like he was about to burst into tears at any second.   Broken glass,  boxes filled with computer parts overflowing, the tension was so thick wouldn't be able to be cut by a knife. Alright well time for this to stop.

"What a surprise." she said unemotionally as she walked over to the two, picking  put a piece of hardware that had flow away she guessed. "Jordan yelling at someone for no good reason." she said, looked at her sister for a second before turning to her younger brother. She shot him one of her few smiles. Jeremie was optimistic, she'd give him that. She wished she saw the word better than it was like he needed. He was almost too pure for a tainted world.  "So what is the Furies  screaming about this time?" She said and smirked slightly. "Oh by the way congrats on the promotion boss, Heard the news from Chiron." She nearly ran for it just to spite Jordan but it was too much responsibility for the girl who wanted to just exist simply.

Okay, Cleo had a limited amount of patience anymore and this girl was testing it. She laughed at the word punk. "What is this the 80's?" Cleo rolled her eyes and looked up at her and sat up, sitting criss cross on her bed. This girl was snobby and held her self like a goddess. She is such a Narcissistic  it made her sick. She had this thing about perfection which was stupid. No one person can be perfect let alone her of all people. She had flawed written all over her. Probably some terrible backstory but who cared, that didn't make up for her behavior.

She actually laughed out loud and leaned foward towards her. "Yeah but you are forgetting one thing dear. You aren't the cabin leader." She said with a sly smirk. "Nor will you ever be" she said, testing her nerves. "No one wants some control freak how yells at them every second for not doing what she wants as a leader and Chiron knows that."

For Cleo she wasn't sure what expect anymore but this last new week at camp but she had to say, the cabin wasn't something she was really proud of. It will filled of people who all thought they were the next thing to well, Athena herself. They all believed that they could be the best and were the next big thing. Cleo on the other hand was just there. She wanted to be normal. Wanted to make her own future but there was no point. Everything was black and white, good or bad, and she was the grey. She was the background character in some hero's' story.

Most of the time in her cabin she just spent on her bunk either reading or messing with her camera. While all her other siblings cleaned and planned and worked out she just spent her time doing well, nothing. Anything she could to past the time. Today though she was just sitting there playing with her hair, her bed was messy and unmade, she hadn't even bothered to leave her pj's. It was noon. What could she say an existential crisis and being stuck in a summer camp when she should be in college wasn't her dream. What did it matter if she did the small things.