Rainy Day Cabin Fever (Private)

Blair Marques didn't have a whole lot planned for the day. All they really had to do was training and drills when the time came ready for it. The daughter of Neptune decided this would be the perfect time to catch up on some of her reading that she hadn't been doing. She had just went through her stuff in her selection of things that she brought to camp with her and grabbed out at least two different books to read.

Reading was Blair's solitude of peace, it was the most relaxing part of any day because getting so into a story had made it feel like she was there, it was the best way to escape reality when you just didn't want to be in it anymore. It was her number one go to when she lived with her family back in Montreal. They would argue all the time and yell at her for various things or tell her to be better, but books never did that. Books helped her cope in some unhealthy ways, but they got her through and she made it to today.

The B's had their own little spot on one end of the barracks. They had convinced their centurion's that this was okay and would have to be allowed. They had two bunkbeds over to the side, but blocked off with sheets so no one could see in. They called it their Beehive and it was invitation only. The only part of the beehive you could normally see was the empty top bunk that no one slept in. The bottom bunk closest to the exist of the fort was Berkeley's bunk, the bottom bunk across from that was Blair's bunk and the bunk above her was Bess' bunk.

Blair had climbed into the empty top bunk to read, just to get a bit of fresh air and away from the beehive a little bit. She had been reading for thirty minutes when the smell of cigarette smoke came lingering over to her. Blair scrunched up her face a little bit and began to look around to find who it was. When she laid her eyes on the culprit she sighed, of course it had to be Max, the most infuriating person in the cohort if not the whole legion.

"Hey four eyes, if you want to smoke go outside and do it. We don't all need to be infected with black lungs. There's children in here for gods sake. Do you even have brain cells to think? Vous avez le cerweau d'un sandwich au fromage."  Blair said rolling her eyes.

The daughter of Neptune was used to the conversational stylings of Maxwell Bachmen. In all truth Blair hated the guy, he was beyond frustrating and always had some sort of stupid agenda, but either way it wouldn't be the first time she's butted heads with Bachmen, so she was well prepared for anything he may have coming her way. When she heard the name 'Madame B!tch' she couldn't help but laugh as she shook her head flipping another page of her book.

"That's a good name, I'll have to keep it for when I introduce myself to your parents." She joked, it wasn't one of her greatest jokes in the world, but hey, she was at home turf she didn't always have to be at 100%. "I really look forward to meeting them, Four Eyes." Blair was adamant on calling Max four eyes, it was a fourth grade level insult if that, but it was the one she choose to stick to unless the conversation called for something worse.

"Don't you have a Seamus in a prison cell to get back to?" Blair quipped not giving more details on what she meant about the whole Seamus bit. It wasn't long before she actually answered his question, "Sometimes I like to watch from up here and torment people like you." It wasn't an actual serious answer, in all truth the lighting was just better up here than it was in there.

Flipping another page as she listened to Maxwell speak still and asking what she meant exactly. Of course she was going to have to explain this one to him. The smell of the smoke was still lingering and if it didn't stop she was going to grab it and put it out by herself, Blair didn't have any problems with getting right up in someones face and telling them what she thought, but for the moment she was going to let it play out.

"I'll have you know, I'm a pure delight, your mother would be lucky to meet me." Blair said flashing a smile down to Max. Before she turned back to reading her book. She had to collect her thoughts a bit so she came out more well organized than she actually was.

"Well, prison meaning you belong in a prison cell and well have you heard what happens to guys like you in prison?" She asked looking over to him again raising an eyebrow before speaking again, "I sure hope you have a rope for that soap....That's all I'm saying. I'm sure you have some brain cells in there to put two and two together on what I'm saying to you, Four Eyes."

It wasn't too long until she closed her book and started to shift into a more upright position than a laid back sitting position on the top bunk. She looked over to Max and shrugged her shoulders a little bit, had the mention been a little too crass? Maybe, but did Blair care? No. "If you want to get creative with insults you have to dig deep into things people don't want to hear or talk about." Blair said as she began to climb over the railing of the bunk, making sure to drop down without disturbing anything on Berkeley's bunk because lets be real, she'd never hear the end of it.

"Nothing really, take it or leave it." Blair stated simply as she walked over to the window in the barracks, opening it up and then walked over to Max and crouched down to be at eye level with him. "I'm mostly just surprised you aren't in jail yet, you're a real pest most days." She said and grabbed the cigarette from his mouth and part of her felt like putting it out on his forehead, but that'd be a little too mean even for Blair. She got up from her crouched position with the smoke before she put it out and chucked it out the window.

"I find that hard to believe." Blair said, she wasn't opposed to asking people nicely to do things, but was she about to? No not really. Especially not in a case like this. She looked over the Max, "Well, even if I did ask kindly you should still know not to smoke indoors. It isnt' just your lungs or my lungs you affect, there are thirteen year old children and even ten year old children in here sometimes, it's more than just us, so smarten up cheese brain." She said her eyebrows knotting in, but she quickly dismissed it as she walked back over towards the 'beehive'

Stopping before she got back to her beehive, she turned on her heel and started to make her way back over to Max who was now pretending to smoke a cigarette, what in gods name? Blair almost wanted to slap him to make him stop, but she was sure slapping someone inside of the barracks was a bad idea. She couldn't be that mean and callous in front of everyone, besides if you hit someone they have proof of your wrong doings. Blair learned that growing up with her mother and her sister. They would never hit her or at least not hard enough to make a mark, they would just say things that would slowly get into your head and change and f*ck with who you were.

"It is scientific fact that subjecting yourself to cigarette smoke no matter how long and how much you get used to it that it'll make you stronger. Besides we both know you don't give a sh!t about that, so why don't you stop playing pretend and stop saying little words about what you would do and actually grow a pair to do something, huh?" Blair asked, he was so focused on tearing down the legion and having a little rally of his own, but he was all talk, he would never do. "You also look like an absolute idiot pretending to have a cigarette in your hand."