[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F5BCC9]Desdemona Pemberton[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/8FJsUlhnBf5OvF0NBM/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=F5BCC9]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Half-Blood - Dining Pavilion
[b][color=F5BCC9]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center]

Mona had originally paid little mind to the clique that sat at her table. They were stereotypical preps. You'd think they would have an ounce of uniqueness to them to prove what everyone thought of Aphrodite, herself included. It was nice to see she wasn't wrong about her initial assumptions. So when Arthur sat down, she stared at Annabelle, [color=F5BCC9]"Something amusing to you? Say it out loud and to my face if you feel up to it. Mess with them, mess with me. And I don't play on the frilly side of our parent's powers. I will mess you up. Hear me?"[/color]

Once the threat was given, she turned back to Arthur and now Theresa, who had joined them. [color=F5BCC9]"Well, could be better. Woulda thought there would be some camaraderie amongst my siblings, but apparently not. These American Eagle clones seriously piss me off. Why couldn't I have been the daughter of Hades? Or Zeus? Or someone else? I'm nothing like Aphrodite, and I'm proud of it."[/color]