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Subject: Skipping rocks (Open) Sat Mar 28, 2015 10:33 pm
Son of Demeter
The sky was awake, so Scott was awake. And so Scott must play.
The son of Demeter searched desperately throughout his bright day. The sky was clear and blue, excellent weather. Campers had flooded to the beach to go swimming, surfing or just sunbathing. Other's relaxed around eating popsicles, or laying in the shade. And yet others were training, playing volleyball or basketball. And Scott didn't want to do any of those. He despised swimming, he was not much of a fighter, and he wasn't big on sports. And still, he sought something to do for he was not the kind of guy to just lay around, especially on a day like this.
Unable to find sustenance for his adventurous and active appetite, Scott wandered from on end of the camp to the other. He first started at the forests, but found it was a little creepy. He then moved on to the strawberry fields. Perhaps, he thought, his garden-based talents could be of use. Although the strawberries were enticing, however, it seemed that enough people were harvesting that there was no need for Scott. And so he moved on. He remained wandering from activity to activity only until he ended up at the lake.
Scott bent down and plucked a rock off of the shore of the lake. There were no canoe races going on today, but that didn't mean Scott couldn't find entertainment some other way. He held the rock in his hand and examined it, turning it on its side. Silently declaring that it was indeed flat enough, Scott looked out onto the lake. He put the rock between his first finger and his thumb. He then bent his knees just a little bit in order to level himself to the water.
"Alright, let's go for five," he said to himself. His arm wounded up behind him, and then pushed forward as if he was throwing a frisbee, only backwards. The rock flew from Scott's hand and slapped onto the water, skidding a little, and then glided along the top of the water. The rock did about four skips and then dove into the lake with a plop. Four seemed to be the most that Scott could get in the fifteen minutes that he had been trying. After watching the stone submerge, Scott's eyes fell down to the ground at his feet in search of another flat rock.
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Subject: Re: Skipping rocks (Open) Sun Mar 29, 2015 1:37 pm
WE CAN SWIM IN SILENCE, YOU CAN PULL ME UNDER
i will drown until you care
Today, Will's face brightened when Robin knocked on Cabin 6's door - a direct contrast to the squinted eyes and scrunched brows he always sported. "Wow, where'd you get it?"
"Munching on a bush," Robin said proudly, holding up the insect on her palm. "So?"
"Golden Tortoise Beetle, often found in gardens," the son of Athena replied, leaning in for a closer look. "They're relatively harmless. Gardeners sometimes keep them there just to enjoy the sight."
Grinning, Robin watched the beetle resume its ticklish crawl across her palm. True to its name, it had a golden shell, its metallic sheen even gleaming in the sunlight. Robin could see why gardeners let them be - they were pretty much golden marbles that moved on their own. She thanked the son of Athena and sped back to the lake, eager to find more. The other boy wistfully watched her go, perhaps wondering why the redhead acted more like a nine-year-old than a sixteen-year-old.
This was Robin's new routine. She'd take her jar somewhere - the strawberry fields, the forest, the lake - and look for little critters that stood out. At the end of the day she would release them, and the next day she'd catch some new species. To be honest, Robin didn't know if it was boredom that spurred her to this hobby, only that she'd rather be catching bugs than doing weapon-training in the arena.
Plus, half the fun was the look on campers' faces when she 'innocently' dropped a bug on their shoulders. Girls had the best reactions. The Brown Marmorated Stink Bug elicited the best responses too, though Robin had to run as far away as possible from the scene of the crime.
Robin found four more Golden Tortoise Beetles, keeping them in her jar for the meantime. Pleased with herself, Robin stood and wiped the sweat off her brow. She smiled mischievously as she scanned the faces around her. That was when she spotted the lone boy that stood silently on the shore. She had seen him in the strawberry fields as she picked out strawberries to put in her jar (in case her temporary pets were hungry). He wasn't the ideal victim because from her experience, guys had less amusing reactions, but sometimes they would jump and scream in surprise and it drove her into hysterics. What kind of reaction would this boy have? Only one way to find out.
Robin snuck up on him as he flicked a pebble to the lake. Carefully, she removed the cloth covering the jar, scooped up two beetles, and just as the boy looked down to find more rocks, she dropped the bugs on his shoulder.
"Hey!" she said innocently, hiding her jar behind her so the boy wouldn't see. "What's that on your shoulder?"
Scott watched the ripples atop the lake slowly creep up to the shore, diminishing in size with every little inch. Soon enough, the ripples were completely gone, and the water surface was motionless once again. The boy almost dropped his head, but instead turned it quickly as a female voice startled him. Looking around quickly, eyes a bit wider than normal, Scott found a girl who was smiling devilishly, pointing a warning finger his way. At first, he glanced over his shoulder, thinking maybe the girl was warning him about something behind him. But hearing her next sentence, he had to crane his neck backwards and stretch his face to let his eyes fall to his shoulder. Yet another surprise found him, and he drew in a sharp breath. Anyone would get scared at a foreign object on their bodies, especially if a person pointed it out with a somewhat loud volume. But, as soon as the shock passed just enough for him to register what it was, his body relaxed a little bit.
"Hey! What is that?" he said, basically repeating what the girl said. His shown a light of fascination. "It's all small and shiny!" Scott brought a hand up to his shoulder and carefully poked at the object. He didn't expect it to move, so when it did he took in another sharp inhale. "It's a bug!" he said, looking from it to the girl and then quickly back to it. "It's all shiny!" The bug began to scuttle down his shoulder towards his arm. Scott wasn't too squeamish about bugs. Mainly ants and wasps got on his nerves, but other than that he didn't find them particularly repulsive. When the bug reached the end of his sleeve at his bicep, Scott put his hand out and the beetle continued to crawl down his arms and into his palm. "Is this yours?" he asked, looking back up at the girl who had strangely appeared behind him.