Mr Sketchticles
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- Posted: Mon, 08 Oct 2012 18:09:04 +0000
Prom queen, Miss America in the backseat, in a pair of cuffs.
From a small town with no scene. Looking for a shot on the big screen.
- Arabelle sighed sadly as she watched the flames being put out. People overreacted way too much when they saw fire. Really, it wasn't a big deal. She still felt the presence of the staff member behind her so she turned her head upward again to look at him. "The fire's gone. You can leave now. There's nothing that interesting anymore anyways." She said coldly then turned back around. In her mind, she was above most of these people. The staff had no power over her and the other kids to her were just circus freaks. She huffed a sigh and rested her chin in her hand as she was the stage and trees smolder to ashes. The man stayed silent, heck he probably wasn't even listening to her. Maybe if she told him right up she was going to start another fire he wouldn't even listen. She felt like a criminal with the staff standing so close behind her, as if she had been the one at fault.
When the man behind her left Ari became curious as to why. She turned in her seat to see the man who grabbed her away taking something from one of the two toned hair guys. She saw he had a lighter, but couldn't tell what the other thing was. But he had a lighter, and maybe he had more. If she managed to just take one from his stuff there was really no way to prove who it belonged to, the only thing she really had to do was figure out where his stuff was. Obviously in the boys' cabin but which bed. So far she had seen at least six boys. When the kid punched the man she nearly let out a laugh. 'Wow, this kid must be trying to get himself in worse than he already is.' She thought to herself covering her mouth with her hand so she wouldn't laugh. Arabelle watched as he stormed away wishing she would have had the chance to get a lighter from him, maybe later though.
With that event over the stage once again became a boring place to be. The man who had been watching her was gone but there were plenty of other staff around to keep her there. This camp just plain sucked. She deeply wished she was back home with her best friend, and yes even going to school seemed better than this. Looking around Ari saw the other dual toned hair guy get pulled back to the stage, the purple haired kid had returned, rainbows and too cool for school were laying on the ground doing who knows what, more people looking pissed as ever and what not. These people were of no interest to her right now. The only person she was really curious about right now was the kid with the lighter, and he seemed to be missing still. Eventually the kid came back though, which made Ari smirk. Deciding to take a leap of chance she stood, brushed her skirt off, she hated it when it was wrinkled or dirty, then walked stright up to the boy. "Hey Smokey." She said smirking again and placing her hands on her hips. "Listen up and listen good. I know you have a lighter, and possibly more. So would you mind helping a girl out and give me one. My parents took all mine." She stated. No fluff just straight to the point. What was the use in adding useless information when a staff could be right next to them at any moment.
Not so innocent, on the street hustlin’.
Never be Miss America in the backseat of a stolen car.
Never be Miss America in the backseat of a stolen car.