wtfluffy
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 |  Subject: observation - crispy & allie  Sun Feb 03, 2013 8:13 pm | |
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To be honest, Ryann was not an artsy person. Gathering her hair to her left side, she slid down the wall, doodling in a worn journal her mother had given her. She made sure she was in a corner blocked off by an easel (it had an unfinished imitation Mona Lisa resting on it). It was to be used all those days spent at the bookshop when she was younger. Twisting her blonde strands over her newly sharpened number two pencil, she wandered inside her mind, observing the few campers in the Crafts room silently.
She adjusted her headphones, using it as a headband. Muting the volume, she licked her lips and drew nonsense on the lined paper, tongue stuck out in concentration. After scribbling for a bit, she fell something cold splatter across the leg of her jeans: a splotch of red paint. Some campers, younger than her, were play-fighting - turning arts and crafts into a round of paintball. She scrunched her nose, dismissed it, and gulped out a soft "sorry." No one heard her. She got in the way. Shrugging she clamped the side of her jeans with her fist, leaving a red stain on her palm. She could get mistaken for murder, or you know, spilling the Kool-Aid.
Putting away her journal, she pulled out a book and began to read, every now and then sipping a thermos filled with tea and honey.
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Nico
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| | Subject: Re: observation - crispy & allie Mon Feb 18, 2013 1:30 am | |
|  june helen prenston
June didn't remember why she had wound up in the arts and crafts room, but she assumed it probably had something to do with Caleb. Most things did recently. Staying away was harder than keeping him close, and slowly she was being torn apart. Each day she grew more bitter, the stress of missing her best friend killing her. She didn't have patience for people anymore, yet she put up with them, because she was a Cabin Leader, and it was part of her job. Plus, she had promised she would stay alive, for him.
A paint splatter hit June in the back of her neck, and without much thinking, she spun around on her heels and grabbed one of the younger looking boys by his shirt collar. "Listen, runt, I recommend you stop playing this little game of paintball and scamper off, before you actually make me mad." June ground her teeth and let go of the boy, watching as he grabbed onto his friends and hurried them out of the building. Rubbing at the paint, June groaned as she saw it was bright red. It looked like she was bleeding, which was exactly what she felt like was happening. She was practically bleeding out, waiting for her life to turn around. The same red color flashed several places in the room, one of them being on a girl who seemed to be listening to something and blocking other people out. She seemed innocent. Perfect. June needed someone to push around, to manipulate. She was feeling lost.
Without thinking too much, June gathered herself and sat across from the girl. Loudly, June shouted. "Hey! Those brats hit you, too?" June's hair was pulled into a messy side ponytail, left in it's natural curly state. The paint had hit it, but barely, although the color was noticeable against the blackness of her locks.
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