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 Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 1:53 am
In the aftermath of the minipet incident, Killzone had taken several days to heal and adjust his physical and emotional equilibrium. And in searching the depths of his Killzone Place, he'd decided it was time. Time for the annual personal exploration and group bonding camp. Or as he liked to call it: The ******** ZenQuest Bitches.Several hunters would be forced to go by superiors or Killzone himself, others would find small fliers advertising the group therapy camp and be intrigued by the joyous dolphin jumping over a smiling rainbow, Killzone on it's back, waving at the them to come join him. Tie-dyed leotards were both provided and mandatory, as were supplies bags for a good two days of camp fun. Several days after their return home, once the effects of flu were fading, Killzone waited for them to arrive at the facility's front gate, ready to provide some ********> positivity. the ooc This is an orp! But since it is a therapy outing, I'm recommending it mainly to those who are having mental, emotional, and social problems lately.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 2:10 am
Jerry was, by now, used to the leotards. He wore his jumpsuit over his orange and yellow tie-died thing, the arms tied around his waist and his new jacket proudly over that. If he got away with it, it wold just look like a rather tight shirt, which he could accept.
For once, he didn't feel like he was there mandatory. He was feeling better, thank goodness, although if he let his mind wander a bit too much, the shadows in his peripheral vision came crawling back, but a frantic, zenful hum seemed to keep them mostly at bay.
It was all in his head.
He was in charge of his mental spectrum, he could conquer them.
At the sight of Killzone, he perked up, giving a nervous wave as he hurried his way towards the gates, "Francis, Sir! Hi! I brought my guitar! It's not camp without a guitar, right?" He gave it a good pat where it hung off his back.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 2:37 am
It was hard for Jason to be positive about anything at the moment. Ever since he had returned, he had not been well, and less then a day after his return he was bedridden. Unable to move, let alone walk, he was subject to terrible dreams that tore him from sleep and left him shivering.
And that would of been bad enough, had he still not been waiting for his own room to be finished. He was stuck in the hospital, receiving pitiful looks or scornful glances every time he woke screaming.
A week later, and he was mostly recovered save from sudden weak and dizzy spells, but they passed quickly. He had seen the fliers posted everywhere, complete with killzone riding dolphins. He did not know the hunter very well, but if it was a camp that would help take his mind off of things...he was willing to give it a go.
Upon reaching the front gate, he was supplied with a leotard which he gaped at, horrified he was supposed to wear something so...wrong. He was a coward, but he had SOME masculine pride. But then, did he have a choice?
A few minutes later, he returned in the leotard, looking awkward, pitiful, and the complete opposite of positive.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 8:23 pm
It had taken a bit of self motivation for Rep to get up the drive to attend the camp group Killzone was organising, but in the end he'd decided - with a bit of encouragement from Killzone himself - to go along. It would probably be cringe-worthy and embarrassing as so many therapy things often were, but he genuinely did want to get more of a handle on himself and get rid of the damn cuff, so he would go with whatever might have some chance of helping him out of his rut.
When he showed up at the gates and was handed a tie dye leotard as mandatory, he wasn't entirely that surprised. Once upon a time he would have pitched a massive fit over them, this time, he was more resigned to his fate. He even went and got changed into it, putting his denims and jacket on over it.
It didn't look all that different from his usual shirt, he approved of that. He'd even opted for the more rainbowy one.
Suitably ridiculously dressed, he stood off to one side to wait, making fervent efforts not to catch anyone else's gaze. Especially Jerry's.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 8:50 am
Harrison would have been less inclined to intend the camp by its formal title, but he could use some ******** Zen.
Especially since he'd gotten hate-wrecked.
While magic hadn't been a long-term problem (yet) his temper was a different animal. After leaving Killer with a stack of fear candies in the vain hope that he'd eat them gradually, Harrison showed up at the front gate also hoping camp didn't involve more bunk beds.
Even though that might be just the thing to start addressing anger issues.
Jerry was here, which he could have guessed- Jerry and Rep were both on the psychological s**t list for treating company property with more job-enthusiasm than the financial department liked. Jason he remembered. They hadn't talked too much in between dodging rocks and parasitic flowers, but Harrison wouldn't mind ZenQuesting with the guy.
He got changed and stood beside Rep, honking congestion loudly into a tissue.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 11:35 am
Sasha hadn't been entirely keen on wearing a leotard, but she needed some Zen like she needed her next breath. After grimly choosing a very unflattering yellow and lime-green number, she briefly excused herself to put it on.
She returned the the small group - pants and jacket on for the time being - and promptly tucked her ipod's ear buds into her ears while she waited.
Skirting the edge of the group, Sasha tried to relax a little as she listened to the music that filtered through her headphones. She didn't make eye-contact with anyone, instead busying herself with tucking her hair into a low ponytail while she waited.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 12:55 pm
Ami quietly filed in after Sasha, looking pissed off as ever. She actually had had high hopes for this when Sasha recommended the zen session to her. Some yoga, maybe a little meditating. Sure, that sounded relaxing.
She wasn't expecting ******** leotards. She had her hair pulled in a tight top knot, her jacket firmly zipped up over the embarrassing leotard. Why had she ever thought something involving Killzone would be fun.
Like Sasha, she'd brought a music player that was softly playing disney in her ears. DISNEY WAS TOTALLY ZEN OKAY.
To her disappointment, neither Marcus, Tori or Kat was there. At least Wilson wasn't here to make it awkward. Alright Killzone bring on the therapy. She didn't say anything, just quietly waited in the back.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 1:37 pm
Rin definitely needed some ******** zen but she wasn't sure how zen she would feel after squeezing into one of these leotards she found herself greeted with.
Still, she needed this so she picked a nice greenish, bluish, purplish one then proceeded to cram into it. She returned feeling way too exposed and naked in it... so she kept back in a quiet tucked away hiding spot. Hopefully avoiding catching gazes with anyone else as she just... waited... in awkward silence.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 3:08 pm
It took a moment for her to catch Ami's eye, but when she did, Sasha gave Ami a small 'it's good to see you here' smile. She'd suggested to the other woman that she come along on Killzone's Zen-palooza - even though she hadn't known about the leotards. Friendly gesture aside, Sasha went back to listening to her music.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 4:56 pm
At Sasha's quiet nod, Ami's grumpy face relaxed a little. Right, she needed to remember what she came here for. Relaxation and whatever. If she was sullen, the entire thing would be worthless.
The leotards really didn't help her mood though.
Silently she slid over to Sasha. She didn't say a word. They just sat there together with grumpy expressions.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 5:06 pm
Harrison got a smirk as he arrived back, a smirk that almost conveyed Rep's bemusement that they both found themselves here.
Sasha's arrival was met with much less positivity, the smirk vanishing entirely into a very cold glare, which he maintained even despite the life huntress' distraction.
"This should be ******** fun." he said dismally to Harrison without taking his eyes off Sasha.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 6:37 pm
Rin was quite pleased to find all attention seemed to be on Sasha. This meant no one was staring at her, so she quietly came out of hiding enough to actively glance around for Killzone, where was he? The sooner this s**t gets started, the sooner she could say she was fixed and could go back to her own room.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 7:38 pm
"Hey, bonding experience, remember?" Harrison muttered back, finishing with wiping his nose.
"Call it a ******** opportunity."
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 7:43 pm
His glare didn't budge an inch. "Aye bonding."
He set his mouth into a grim line and asked quietly. "You think they have pillows on a campsite? You know, the ones you could suffocate someone with in their sleep?"
His tone was ambiguous.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 8:17 pm
Harrison snorted.
"Ha. If she'd stayed a bird, I would have made one for you."
He pocketed the tissue, and tapped his wrist. "But you've got a deadline, right? For certain s**t? You got to choose your friends wisely."
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