Faris Ecklan stood with crossed arms, eyeing everyone else with a skeptical gaze. [i]Stupid, Weak, Aw I Bet She Still Sleeps With A Stuffed Animal [/i] she mentally assigned opinions and first impressions to the others she was being herded around with like cattle. She had calmed down on the plane after throwing just a fit they told her it was jail or just going along with this. She had agreed, after all it was a first class ticket and she could have champagne on the way to this God forsaken place. She was even tempered currently, like the air before a storm, full of electric energy but storing it for an explosion sometime later. Her dark eyes still despised everyone and everything for bringing her here, but it was, after all, better than prison (hopefully).

Faris sighed heavily while the bitch who was leading them around spoke, twisting her long thick, brown hair around a couple fingers and thinking how her ‘cabin’ better have a stocked fridge and satin sheets or she was throwing a fit again. She felt a little awkward around these others, some looking rather meek or hopelessly optimistic, standing there herself in jeans shorts, a loose black designer sweater, and tattoos covering her legs. How was she going to fit in with these people?

Oh right. They were all children of gods. She tried not to snort at the thought, completely having lost interest in whatever the ‘bla,bla,bla’ chick was saying. Sure she was pissed off all the time and had no idea who her dad was, but Ares God of War? She wasn’t sure she believed it. She had a hard time believing in ‘gods’ who were worse than most humans in their behaviors. Seriously. But she’d play along and stay here. After all, it was a break from her mother’s bitching and maybe there were some other ‘children of Ares’ she could fight with for funsies. 

Faris tuned back in just in time to hear ‘Punishments around here suck’ which made her laugh as the girl slipped inside. She’d love to see them try and punish her here. With a sigh, her crossed arms moved and her hands rested on her hips. She was about to walk off and just do whatever the hell she wanted, when the girl came back out and asked if there were questions. [b]“Yeah, what’s your problem? I didn’t ask for a tour, I didn’t even ask to come here, so why let us waste your time?”[/b] she asked, narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips, hands still pressed to the top of her shorts in a defiant stance.