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 Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 6:20 am
Word Count: 681
Pleasant Distractions – Camp Prompt #2
Paris was supposed to be watching the children. With water involved, there was no telling what sorts of trouble the little brats could get into – on accident, or even on purpose. Paris had been paying especially close attention to Peter as of late, who seemed to be getting more and more desperate to find some kind of phone service. The two violent children he’d pulled from the lake before were also now on his list of Problem Children. Today, the triathlon was the perfect opportunity for more trouble to brew, and Paris wasn’t exactly in the mood to deal with it when he felt so damned tired.
Chris’s distraction couldn’t have come at a better time.
Paris tried to avoid the lake as much as possible. Swimming was out of the question for him, given the obvious swimsuit complication, and the water provided an excellent breeding ground for mosquitos, who took it upon themselves to eat him alive. But the hot sun and the water had their benefits, too, and on the day of the triathlon he was rewarded for all of his hard work with some much appreciated eye-candy, as Chris monitored the triathlon’s progress and waded through the water to help some struggling kids – all without a shirt on.
Was that even allowed? He wasn’t sure, but he doubted Chris would do it if it wasn’t. He was so straight-laced, so concerned with doing the right thing. He would never even so much as stretch the rules to his advantage, or so it seemed. If he ever did, Paris had never born witness to it.
Had he ever seen anything so perfect? He was sure he had, though he couldn’t immediately bring any specific memories to the forefront of his brain. Chris wasn’t the only good looking guy on the planet; however, he was one of the more good looking guys at camp – in Paris’s opinion – and Paris felt a certain sense of pride that that was the guy he was sort-of-but-not dating. If he had to attach himself to someone, better for it to be someone like Chris Gallo.
He was so handsome – all bright, friendly smiles and tanned skin, strutting around all authoritatively in his shorts and sunglasses, blowing his whistle whenever he felt the kids were getting too rowdy or going too far out of bounds. A few of the kids whined that he was being too strict or unfair, making their excuses or blaming others for their mischief, but Chris just smiled – had he ever seen such a charming smile? – and sent them on their way -- unless, of course, Peter was involved, at which point Paris was treated to the rare sight of Chris with his feathers ruffled, testy and annoyed and looking so adorably frustrated.
Paris couldn’t recall ever associating the word “adorable” with anyone.
The heat and the fatigue must really be getting to him.
As he continued to stare – “observe,” he told himself – he forgot all about the children, except for when some of the older female campers "injured" themselves just to gain Chris’s help and concern. Paris suspected they were doing it on purpose… or faking it. He frowned and thought they should be mooning after someone their own age, even if some of them were only a year or so younger than he was. Either way, he found it horribly inappropriate. Chris wasn’t there for them to play the damsel in distress with.
He ignored the irony of such a thought, considering he had done far more inappropriate things in his seventeen years than bat his eyelashes and smile coyly at a senior camp counselor.
But he had a perfectly good excuse for being suspicious, and he had more of a right to Chris's company than they did. They were together, after all.
Sort of.
Not really...
No, no, they were. It was just… complicated.
Paris sighed and watched Chris blow his whistle and shout at Peter. There were times when he regretted coming to camp, and then there were times when he was very, very glad that he did.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 6:29 am
Word Count: 668
Rain – Camp Prompt #3
Rain.
Why did it have to rain?
Paris had nothing to do. He’d thought camp would be an utter bore at points – how exciting could watching a bunch of kids really be? – but so far he’d been quite pleased with how things had gone. Until now. Now that he was stuck inside, Paris was bored out of his mind.
He hadn’t brought anything to entertain himself with. There had been no point in lugging his crappy laptop around, as he’d formerly been under the impression that he wouldn’t even have the time to use it, and he wasn’t much of a reader so he hadn’t thought to bring a book with him. All he had were clothes, and shoes, and make-up. The essentials. Everything else had been left behind.
He couldn’t even text. He was lucky if his phone ever even got one bar in this place, so sending a mass text of “I’m bored” in the hopes that someone would bite and develop an amusing conversation with him was out of the question. Now, without anything else to occupy himself with, Paris began to understand some of Peter’s desperation. To be stuck in the middle of nowhere without any means of communication or contact with the world at large felt insanely isolating. He couldn’t believe he’d made it this long without so much as a “hello” to anyone back home.
It didn’t help that the cabin he and Lily had been given to stay in was utter crap. It hadn’t been so bad at first. They’d cleaned it up a little more every day, to the point where Paris had thought it might actually be livable the next time camp opened up for the next group of overexcited children. It had been a little dusty, and the mattresses definitely needed to be replaced, and it could probably do with a visit from the exterminator, but other than that it had been pretty bearable, and considering how tired he usually was by the end of the day, he typically ended up going to sleep right away and barely even noticed the cabin’s shabby state.
When it rained, not noticing was a bit harder to do, and ignoring it was nearly impossible.
He was taking the veritable flood outside as an opportunity to catch up on some sleep. After braving the storm to go to the mess hall for breakfast and checking on the kids he was supposed to be monitoring, Paris had returned to the cabin – soaking wet – to change back into his pajamas and curl up in bed for a few hours.
Sadly, the cabin refused to let him. The window rattled every time the wind blew, and sometime later he was made aware of a leak in the ceiling, as a steady stream of water dripped against the back of his head.
He sighed and hoisted himself up, glaring at the faulty ceiling and earning himself a drop of water in the eye. Muttering to himself about crappy cabins and equally crappy weather, Paris climbed out of bed and carried his pillow with him over to one of the bunks.
He thought it was pretty clever of him to move to one of the lower bunk beds – the rain couldn’t get him there – but after throwing himself onto the mattress and rolling toward the wall, he came face-to-face with one of the most vile creatures he had ever seen, which seemed to have scurried inside to take shelter from the weather, creeping along the wall his newly chosen bed rested again.
Paris had seen quite a few nasty critters in his life – spiders, roaches, and a variety of disgusting beetles – but this was just too much.
He screamed, jumped out of bed, babbled something unintelligible to Lily about legs, and then ran out the door in his nightgown without bothering to throw on a jacket, heading toward the Senior Cabin to find Chris.
Someone needed to kill that thing, and it wasn’t going to be him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 7:05 am
Some days are better than others — Prompt #2
“Aaaand…. GO!”
It was days like this that Chris loved being a senior counselor. Being able to watch the campers engage in a bit of healthy competition with each other — it was nice. Especially since he wasn’t busy worried about what parties his fellow senior counselors were throwing back at their cabin. He tried not to think about that too much, anyway.
He’d taken his shirt off a while ago, having had to jump into the lake to rescue the canoe paddles that had escaped from where they’d been placed along the shore, waiting for the campers to get in and start their race across the lake. It wasn’t part of the triathlon, but then some of the campers just wanted to canoe instead of swim, so they’d set up another little game for them. They’d all gone off as soon as the whistle was blown, and some were doing better than others.
Ah well, it was all a learning experience, wasn’t it?
“Chris, I think I twisted my ankle really bad~” one of the campers said as she came up to him, her friend beside her.
Chris frowned in concern, before holding out a hand to help her sit down on the grass. “Here, let me take a look…” he said, aware of the looks the girls exchanged even if he didn’t comment on it. Just because he didn’t draw attention to their giggling and shy flirting didn’t mean he was oblivious to it. He just didn’t think it was important to mention or to encourage. He was already sort of seeing Paris, anyway… and that wasn’t even adding in the factor that these girls were much too young for him.
He liked Paris. She was different. Nice legs, which made up for not having boobs. Although it wasn’t like things like that really mattered. He might be shallow about legs, but he did try to focus more on things like personality and just being able to enjoy time with someone. Until it got more serious, at least.
“I don’t think it’s too bad, but you should head up to the mess hall and get some ice, okay?” he told the girl, after checking the pressure points, offering a hand to help her up. They looked a little disappointed (perhaps she were hoping for him to carry her?), but he needed to focus his attention to the children in the water. Thank goodness there were other counselors there who were also certified lifeguards.
Looking up the bank as the girls headed up, he caught sight of Paris sitting and watching from a distance and he lifted a hand to wave and smile at her. It must really suck being on your period during things like camp… Not that he knew much about it, but he thought Paris was taking the pain and whatever else came with it a lot better than the other girls he knew… Usually they were pissy for a solid two weeks, but then again… Paris was different. He rarely heard her complain, which made things a lot easier on him. Still… he’d hate to be a girl.
“Peter! You’re in the middle of a race! Stop fooling around!” he shouted as he turned back to the lake, realizing that his brother was all but causing a riot in the canoe he was in. He was going to be so mad if he had to go in and get him if his teammates ended up pushing him in for being a brat.
Word Count — 587
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 9:03 am
Prompt 2
Lily's week despite being overly tired was getting better, lucky, although unfortunately tired kids meant they were more clingy or unsocial. That meant Lily had no macaroni down her shirt or glue in her hair. No instead she head tired eight to twelve old's gathered around asking for help with gimp bracelets one leaning against her shoulder and even a couple who seems to just want to sit.
This made her frown of course and had her offering more fruits and granola to the kids, who wanted candy but enjoyed the small energy boost they received from the fruit. She was certain at breakfast many of the teens were downing coffee like workaholics and by the end of camp many of the younger would need sugarholics anonymous. She shook her head and put down her gimp looking at the time.
The triathlon was starting soon. She grinned and suggested all the kids participate, saying sunshine might just be just the thing they needed to boost their energy level. Sunshine was good for you as long as you did not overdo it. So she ushered they out smiling as they seemed to perk up a bit once outside, enough to run off leaving Lily to shout about sunblock and the like.
She headed over at a more sedate pace making it as the races were beginning. She watched the children jump right into the event and quickly she found herself caught up in cheering and giving loud shouts of encouragement as she waved from the sidelines.
It was exciting and really just the break she needed from crafts. A pocket full of sunshine. Lily grinned as the song popped in her head. She had to fight to keep from bursting into song and looking quite silly on the sidelines. It only resulted in her giggling and grinning before she resumed her cheering.
Was the Chris's brother she saw? What was his name Peter? It didn't really matter, she gave a shout of support as he got ready in her canoe, but that turned into a frown as the boy seemed to cause a problem and then was reprimanded for it. She shook her head before looking to Chris and giving a wave to her friend. She had felt very guilty for not being able to volunteer at the shelter that weekend she said she would come, but she was very happy she could make up for it a camp. Not that it had matter that she hadn't shown, Lily may have felt guilty, but it seemed she did not need to be.
Her eyes traveled the crowd to wear Paris was sitting and she noticed that Paris had not swam at all the thus far and she wondered why. She thought surely it was not because of the swim suit issue, and wondered if maybe Paris could not swim. She would have to make a note to ask later. She grinned and waved, then turned her attentions back to the event. Giving a shout of joy when one on the girl from crafters was having a go at rowing a canoe.
Word Count: 520
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 10:49 am
A New Game — Camp Prompt # 2
Ainsley had been more and more tired over the weekend than she ever had been ever remembered being before. It was strange, it didn't seem to matter how much sleep she got but every morning she'd wake up feeling weaker than she had been when she went to sleep. She couldn't believe camp activities were wearing her out so much! She had to assume that all camps were like this but now even doing something she normally enjoyed before, and something that required very little physical exertion, such as arts and crafts had been nearly putting her to sleep in the middle of the afternoon. She couldn't imagine what was wrong with her but she felt like she needed to try something new.
News traveled fast from cabin to cabin as it took over the camp and before the child knew it she was already walking towards the lake for the triathlon that was going to be taking part there. She only vaguely understood what a triathlon was but she certainly wasn't prepared for it. Although Lissy tried to teach Ainsley to swim, it probably wasn't going nearly as well as the other child had hoped. By the end of camp, maybe, she would be able to do the doggy paddle, or otherwise thought of as, the kitty paddle. The Cora Paddle. The child pushed her way through the crowd until she was able to find someone and inquire about the activity. She asked what it was, and what it required to take part in. Although the child liked the water, a race wasn't really her thing and she really didn't want to do something that might otherwise cause trouble for the rest of the children. She could barely manage to float. She'd just watch.
"Thank you," the child replied politely. "I will just watch."
She wandered away and found the best seat she could manage, placing her bunny plushie Octavian Oswald on top of her lap so he could see as well. She looked around as they divided up the children into teams. She seen a bluenette being divided into one of the teams and waved, hoping it was her new friend Lissy. Oh. She wished she could swim as well as Lissy could! Lissy was so good at swimming! Ainsley could barely manage to float, and she still didn't feel very comfortable in the water without her little inner tube to keep her feeling safe and above water.
It wasn't as if participating was the only way to enjoy the activity though and in another way, even though she wasn't in the race, she was still participating. Her eyes were moving with the race just as their bodies were and her voice was pushing itself just like their muscles. Even the thrill of the race was boiling in her blood as she watched it unfold, eagerly hoping to see who would win and cheering for everyone she knew who was competing. It had become a game of her own to see just what would happen. Just how would the end of this story turn out to be?
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 11:47 am
Prompt 3
Lily woke feeling tired as she had everyday and frowned at the rain that fell outside the cabins. She wasn't extremely fond of rain, but not because of the rain itself so much as the abundance of mud. She dragged herself out of bed and got ready for the day literally running to the mess hall for a breakfast umbrella not really withstanding the rain, her legs and feet get soaked and splashed with mud. Ew, ew, ew. Lily was not at all happy.
Her breakfast was eaten in slow motion as she did not wish to attempt any sort of event or activity in the rain. It was already a damper that the camp song contest would start a day later that proposed.
It can only be imagined how elated she was when the days activities were cancelled and she was allowed to retreat to her cabin for the rest of the day. A quick greeting to Paris who seemed about ready for bed himself and she was pulling out all of her things. Laptop, iPod, camera, and Kindle, could she have possible brought anything else.
She picked up her camera and quietly snapped a photo of the half asleep Paris before going about turning things on and getting ready to upload and organize. She turned on her iPod putting her headphones on and immersed herself in her music, going through her library, her camera which she had sat down lay forgotten. Music was and always would be Lily's thing and she loved it so much, so it was easy for her to get caught up in it.
Time seemed to fly by and before she knew it she had read several chapters of a good book, accidentally burst into song several times, apologized just as many and hardly noticed it was mid-afternoon, going on dusk as she wasted a day resting and allowing her energy to rebuild itself.
She did grow board as the day finally turned to night and so she pulled out her favorite stationary and a pen to write a couple letter. She could easily write a few letters in a hour or two time before she was ready to head to bed.
She wrote in the not so silence of she and Paris' "special" cabin, which was leaking and creaking in the wind and the rain, but for the most part Lily easily ignored it by throwing herself into anything else. She had been writing for a bit after changing into pajamas when Paris screamed and jumped up causing Lily to jump. She called after the boy as he ran out, but it seemed not to matter since Paris disappeared quickly.
Lily backed up further onto her bed and wrapped herself in a blanket not willing to brave the rain in her pajamas, no being soaked through in silk was not her idea of fun. She looked warily at Paris' bed for several minutes before relaxing slightly and going back to her writing, though her eyes strayed to the bed every so often wanting Paris to return. Whatever it was she hoped it was nothing to serious.
Word Count: 523
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 12:05 pm
The Day of Rain — Camp Prompt # 3
By the time Ainsley had woken up on Wednesday morning, it was already pouring out. She could hear the water as it dropped against the windowpane with force and she could only smile as she listened to it. The sound of rain was beautiful, wasn't it? It had such a relaxing ability and if Ainsley hadn't been tired enough, she managed to fall back asleep as she listened to the sound of it hitting the window. It was a peaceful sleep and it seemed to allow Ainsley's body to produce a bit more energy from it until she managed to wake up promptly around 8:30, feeling much more awake than she had previously. She was much more hungry though too, her stomach growling as she sat up off her bed. Normally eating when it was raining wouldn't be very difficult when there was a kitchen in your house, but the only place Ainsley could get food was outside of the cabin and down the long path to the Mess Hall.
Most of the child who braved the weather were forced to find whatever they could to cover themselves from the downpour, but not Ainsley. She had come prepared with an umbrella and after retrieving it she stepped outside with it, opening it up and covering herself as she made her way to the Mess Hall. Who would have guessed that an umbrella that you brought to protect yourself from the sun would have such a handy double use? Ainsley certainly had thought it would rain at camp when she packed it, and that's exactly why she packed it!
She wasn't completely dry when she go to the Mess Hall, but what could you do? She was certainly dry when you compared her to all of children sulking inside about the activities that were canceled, and the fact that they were soaking wet. She kicked her feet off on the step before she went inside and found herself finally giving in to the pancakes on the menu, but only because today there was actually strawberry sauce to put on them and that was the final temptation. Oh, how the child loved strawberries. That was healthy after all, right?
It seemed like a lot of the children, after getting to the Mess Hall, decided they'd rather not go back out in the rain and instead worked on crafts. Ainsley didn't want to be coped up all day though and using her umbrella to keep her protected from the assault from the sky, she went outside and headed straight back to her cabin. Lissy wasn't there when she got back, and Ainsley managed to pass most of the morning by in the cabin by braiding hair. It wasn't enough to keep her occupied the entire day though and by the time she finished lunch she wasn't ready to go back to the cabin to be coped up the rest of the day. Instead, she used her umbrella and went for a walk. It was so peaceful out, listening to nothing but the sound of the rain bouncing off the top of her umbrella.
She spent the most time by the lake, watching the rain patter off the top of the surface. She thought about her mother and her father, wondering how they were doing. Did they miss her like she missed them? Had they gotten her e-mail with her grades? Were they happy with it? Would they reply to her e-mail this time? Would she see them soon? Maybe they would reply to her e-mail, ecstatic about her grades and offering to let her come home! She hoped she would be able to see them soon. Although she missed them, she was even missing Bell and Xavier back in Destiny City. She'd taken Cora with her so Bell might be lonely! Ainsley hadn't thought about it when she'd taken Cora with her but now that she and Cora was gone, was Bell alone? Xavier would take good care of her, right? She knew he would, he always took good care of her! He wouldn't let her get lonely.
There was a small sigh escaping from the child's mouth, and a slow spin on her heel as she danced under the rain. What about Senri? She was beginning to miss the fact she couldn't just go sneak up on him and visit! Did he miss her? She hoped he did, but at the same time she hoped he didn't miss her too badly! She didn't want him to be all sad about it. Maybe she would make everyone something in arts and crafts while she was here. Yes, that seemed to be a good idea and that's exactly what she did. She went back to the Mess Hall and joined in on the activities for the rest of the afternoon, trying to make something everyone. She continued to do that until they began to serve dinner, and after dinner she went back to the cabin.
It was still raining and the sky was so dark. All the usual evening activities were canceled and instead Ainsley got comfy on one of the beanbag chairs and read more of her Redwall book. She was so close to the end of the book, the excitement of finding out how the story would end was building. There was a bit of sadness that lingered with the idea that the story would end, but Ainsley knew she had the next volume of the series with her in her bag. She was off in her own world for the entire evening and into the night until she finally finished the book before crawling into bed and falling asleep.
It was a peaceful night as the patter of rain fell onto the roof and windows. There were no creepers this night and the the child woke up really early, something she hadn't managed to do since the first night at camp. She did her morning rounds, including getting dressed and setting out food for Cora. She looked for Cora, looking to give her feline companion some early morning loving, but she couldn't find Cora anywhere. How strange, maybe even stranger than the fact the child could have done jumping jacks with all the energy she had. Who knew a day of rain could be so beneficial?
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 12:21 pm
One Bar — Prompt #2
Sometimes Peter was miserable about no cell phone service, much less any internet, but there were other times that… he almost forgot about that bit of plight and was actually finding camp to be more enjoyable than originally expected.
He might not be the fastest runner or the fastest swimmer, but he thought he did pretty well with keeping his triathlon team in the running until the very end. ‘Second’ might be a fancy word for ‘loser’ but at least they’d done their best, right? And it totally wasn’t his fault that Susie had tripped as she ran around the lake, but he was trying not to hold any grudges towards her for that and just be thankful that she was able to keep herself in the race.
But now that all of that was over, he and some of the others were still pumped for competition. And since they were already on a lake, what else would be better than a canoe race? Yeah, he thought it was an awesome idea, too. Even though his lameface older brother had forced them all into life vests, that was still okay because they were in the mood to get out there and win another race!
“Go go go!” Peter shouted, taking hold of the canoe handle and pushing with all his tiny might to move the canoe along. “Left, right, left~” he directed. Being the littlest put him at the front of the boat, but that was fine with him. He liked being able to see where he was going and more or less control what was happening.
They were in the lead and he knew they would win at this rate!
And then he heard it.
It was a pretty little chime that he had missed and so immediately recognized. But… it was impossible… right? There wasn’t any way… He must have been hearing things…
And then it chimed again.
Peter all but dropped the paddle, causing his teammates to throw frustrated questions and comments at him. “What are you doing?” “Are you crazy?” “We’re in the lead!” But he wasn’t paying attention to them. His hand had immediately gone into his pocket, pulling out the clear plastic bag that contained another plastic bag, which held his phone.
Of course he had his phone with him! He didn’t go anywhere without it, if he could help it! But he wasn’t stupid about it going near water — not a drop would get on it with his ingenious ideas.
He pressed the button to unlock the phone, staring in shock as a couple updates for some of his applications flashed across the screen. W-what was this?? How was it even possible?? Golden eyes shot up to the signal bar, gasping at what he saw.
“ONE BAR!!”
He could have danced had he not been in a canoe in the middle of the lake, his teammates yelling behind him to get back to paddling. He ignored them, trying to get the touch screen to register his fingers through the plastic bags, but it wasn’t working.
No… no no no! He had to check his email and everything else! He couldn’t let this opportunity pass!
“Peter! Paddle!” “Come on! Forget the phone!!”
And then, as soon as it was there, it disappeared and Peter let out a strangled sounding sob.
He was going to cry now… And they were now losing… great…
Camp sucked...
Word Count — 569
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 7:02 pm
Oh snap! Remember, this prompt is not to announce the actual Talent Show: that will be taking place tomorrow at 4pm PST! More details will be posted with the event, but don't worry too much about it. It's supposed to be fun and easy, so enjoy coming up with a performance!------------------------------------------------- CAMP PROMPT #4Despite the poor weather of late, there is a new announcement ringing out with the morning wake up. The Talent Show will be held tomorrow! Campers are advised to spend some time getting their performances together. Every camper is welcome to participate, and there will be small prizes for the winners, including a trophy for the Audience Favorite. All campers are also invited to attend as a camp event. The promise of candy and popcorn is also meant to entice. The camp immediately thrummed with the announcement, excitement, coupled with endless chatter, filling the air. Every camper is allowed to perform or put on their own individual entry, as well as perform in the entries of others. While not on stage or waiting on deck for their turn, campers will be seated in the audience. Kookaburra will be heading the endeavor, and the counselors are more than welcomed (as Gently was reading this part of the announcement her tone seemed to shift from This is the News to Oh God Please) to help. And are invited to perform as well. Campers now have the rest of the day and the following morning, between their activities or even during, to plan and practice their performances, recruiting each other and excited bouncing their ideas back and forth. Any props or sets must be homemade. Hopefully everyone had so far been paying attention in Arts and Crafts. Music or technical aspects may be provided by the counselors, but need to be cleared. The woods are a fickle mistress, and technology seems to be in short supply with nature so prevalent.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 1:08 am
Wet Soggy Kitty Blues
(Response for Prompt #3) It was summer.
SUMMER!!!
Why was there rain?! In the woods, ********* had been napping in her little hidey hole in the tree when the rain had started. The tree had been a rather convenient place to rest, but apparently it was not the best of shelters she could have picked. The moment the rains started getting heavy, her shelter began to leak. It started with a single drop, which caused the cat to twitch in her sleep. However, that spot just kept on dripping, slowly at first, but soon enough the pace picked up as more water fell from the sky.
In an exasperated tone, she cried out "AAAAAACK!!!" as she woke up. That was not the right way to wake up. With a momentary frown, the cat lifted her head up, blinking sleepily, before leaning it towards the opening of the tree and looking out.
"...rain..." she said flatly as both of her ears flattened back against her head. It wasn't like she had never experienced rain before, but it didn't mean she had to enjoy it. And to make matters worse, the round manx was hungry.
There was no avoiding it. The cat had to go into the camp for the day and find some cover there. As if she was about to go underwater for an extended period of time, she took in a huge breath, then jumped out of the tree into that nearby bush. She was already soaked by the time she landed, and to make matters worse, she splashed up a bit of mud from the ground. It was raining heavy enough that all the mud was washed off in about 5 or so seconds.
The kids might have been tucked away safely in cabins, but such was not the case for *********. As quickly as she could, she ran to find herself a hiding place near the mess hall. If any children were looking outside, they might have seen a blur of pale gray and white rush past. Unfortunately, the mess hall did not have a porch area for her to squeeze under. So the closest place she had for easy shelter was underneath the Sr. cabin.
It was not where the food was found. However, she was now wet and cold and teasingly close to the Mess Hall. Even though her senses were flooded with water, the faint smell of food mixing with the scent of rain water managed to reach her nose. For a long while, she remained under that cabin, shivering in an effort to keep her body warm. Even for *********, this wasn't acceptable.
I have to do it! Once again, she took in a deep breath and held it before once again darting out into the wet world outside. The whole way, she couldn't help but mentally cry out Wet, wet, wet, OH GOD I AM SOOOO WET!!!!
Somehow, some way, she managed to find her way to the Mess Hall. It wasn't a meal time at the moment, so it was relatively empty. The manx shook herself off and trotted in, almost as if she owned the place. Rather than hang out in the dining area, she made her way into the back where the food was kept. Eventually, the cat had managed to eat her fill of food and left the premises. Later when the cooking staff arrived to work on the next meal, one could hear their groans throughout the whole building.
SOMETHING had managed to get into the food.
That something had somehow managed to find her way back to her temporary shelter under the Senior cabin. Now completely overstuffed with food, ********* puffed up slightly to get some of the extra water out of her fur, then curled up for a food-coma induced nap.
Such a nap was responsible for the cat sleeping far later than she usually did and for completely throwing her sleep schedule off.
It was thanks to that skewed sleep schedule that ********* was awake the next evening. It was thanks to that unexpected pattern in the summer weather that the guardian realized there was much more going on with this day camp than any could have predicted.
The Negaverse?
There was no doubt about those energy signals she could feel. ********* would need to find someone to tell about this discovery.Word Count: 724 (NOTE: obtained permission to have ********* sense Negas at the end of this RP )
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:22 pm
in response to prompt #3
and my sad excuse of why Ridley has missed several things xD
It didn't matter, rain or shine. There could be a typhoon or a hurricane, or a heavy blanket of snow, Ridley would be outside. Well, something that could ultimately kill her like a hurricane would probably prompt her mother to keep her indoors, but as much as she could manage she would be out playing.
There weren't many articles of clothing that had prepared her for rain, but being a summer rain even as torrential, it was still warm enough to frolic in shorts and a tshirt. At least a jacket was found, and while Ridley was tempted to turn a trash bag into a parka, the idea was ditched as it would hinder her movement. It wasn't so much fun to have no arm movement and feeling like a burrito or something of that nature. Besides, her jacket did well enough being water proof. Too bad the rest of her wasn't.
While her cabin mates and friends occupied themselves in the cabin or went off to the mess hall for other activities, Ridley was playing around through puddles and skipping between trees in the woods. Frogs were being caught and worms were being admired. She even took some time to watch the lake as droplets of water rippled upon the surface like a series of drums. It was super cool, amazing and something Ridley didn't get to see everyday. The downpour didn't bother her at all like it did with some people. Absently, Ridley did have to wonder how ********* was faring and had spent a good hour trying to see if she could find the small cat, but she was unsuccessful really. So she went back to playing for a few more hours until she felt satisfied and returned to the cabin where the other girls resided.
Apparently she had forgotten that home had its many advantages over camp. Camp lacked the piles of blankets she would be able to drown herself in after her romps in the rain and the puddles, or her mother's soup - which was really just an opened can of Campbells, but that didn't matter since it was still delicious. No, camp had only a nice warm shower which still had to be traveled to and from through the rain and cold wood walls and not enough blankets. Ridley simply developed a cold during the night, a fever pounding her head and her sinuses stuffing her up.
When she awoke, her nose could barely function and her throat felt raw. And she felt hot and cold at the same time. Could she get out of bed? No. Not really. Ridley felt terrible and sick and just terrible.
It took some urging from Ainsley for her to roll out of bed [not really roll, she would have hit the floor thanks to having a top bunk, but she managed to get down somehow. Just slowly] and go see the nurse. She didn't even change her clothing, still in her pajamas and a pair of slip on shoes for her travels to the infirmary. The crisp sunny day mocked her the whole way, as did the happy birds and the happy kids enjoying their camp day free of rain.
One look from the nurse - not the nurse she had encountered before, she dully noted, this one was older - and she was placed into another bed and checked over; her head was felt, a little light in her eyes and a thermometer into her ear to inform the nurse that yes, her temperature was just a little too high. The nurse seemed to disappear for what seemed like hours. Ridley didn't know what she was doing, nor did she really care at this point. Her head felt heavy as did her eyelids and all she wanted to do was sleep. The nurse returned, papers in her hand and babbling some nonsense about what she could give Ridley to battle her ailment. A few pills were then handed to the little orange haired girl, along with a cup, and the nurse eased her to lay down.
word count: 704
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 10:30 am
Prompt #4
Lily of course was very excited for the talent show. As soon as it was announce she gave a huge grin to Paris. She wanted to perform, it was as obvious as the day is bright. Excited whispers broke out and Lily couldn't help, but to be drawn into the excited chatter all around her.
Several children were talking about music and how their hadn't brought much if any technology with them, so of course Lily piped up offering hers. She had her laptop with her entire iTunes library on it, not only that she also had her iPod. She figured there was probably a way to hook the iPod up to the sound system, the laptop at least for practice was loud enough on it own.
Their meals were finished quickly and suddenly Lily felt very popular as a gaggle of kids found the need to follow her, chatting excited about this and that and asking for her opinion on performance ideas. Lily had no doubt most of them just wanted to use her things, but she did not mind. It was better than messy crafts and sweaty sports.
She headed straight for her cabin, gathering her things and rushing off with the campers to grab a space to practice. It was decided they would do so close but not in the woods and would take turned with the laptop for the time being. Lily was happy to watch them dance, sing and act, enjoying the bright smiles and laughter the event seemed to be garnering. For now the complaints of tiredness were gone and excitement filled the air.
The campers insisted Lily take the floor at one point and she left it up to a vote what she would do and as most had already heard her sing, but not all had seen her dance, dance won. She turned on a bit of music from the nutcracker and danced the piece she had danced for her audition to be Clara. Despite being in sandals, she did a very good job of not botching the dance and most of the camper watched rather mesmerizer. At the end a few even suggested she dance for the show, but she informed them that they would rather watch Paris and singing was what she did best, so she would most likely sing.
Lily sat down asking who was next and getting a chorus of me's before she picked at random and the little impromptu practice session continued on. Later when they were done Lily decided to walk around the lake and practice a song for herself to sing. She did not really wish to compete and would ask to be left out of the judging, but she wanted to sing. She had really come to enjoy sharing her talent and camp seemed to be a wonderful place to do it.
She walked slowly, her red curls almost glowing in the light of the setting sun. She felt so at peace in the moment and she almost wished camp would never end. No more war, and long days of endless fun to the point where you collapsed in you bed exhausted every night and dreamed of the next fun filled day.
With that thought she opened her mouth and began to sing "When I look at you."
Word Count: 554
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 11:42 am
CAMP PROMPT. THE FINAL.
This prompt is the end of camp prompt. You may still back date the solo prompts to say that your character has done them and post either here, in their own thread, or your journal. Which ever you'd like.
Also thank you all for participating in camp! It was a lot of fun and we were glad that you all wanted to be a part of it. I apologize for the delay in getting the ending Solo up. I just found out Zipped isn’t feeling well, so let’s send her the best of wishes too! This wouldn’t’ve been possible without her. ^-^ And without further ado you're ending camp prompt.------ It’s the day after the big battle and the camp site lay in ruins, there were a limited number of foods that was still decent to eat. Most of it was different flavored poptarts that had been salvaged from the wreckage and passed out to the kids, in which they had to share. Only once each! Afterwards the kids were ushered onto the busses as quickly as possible! Did the kids forget anything? Do they have their stuffed animals? Their blankets? Their favorite shirt? What about those cats, did the kids remember them too? What did your kid tell their parents, after they were home; when they were asked about how was camp? We’d like to know!
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 8:05 am
Final Prompt
Lily frowned as she looked around at the damage done to the camp. She had packed up her things, surprising her cabin had been left standing. It was far off as were all the other cabins, but muk had been flung everywhere and most everything else was destroyed.
She looked down at a tug one her shirt and gave a hug to an over tired eight year old. "Are you sure it was a tornado, Nightengale? It really didn't look like one."
Lily nodded, "Yes I sure. It looked so strange because it went over water after pulling up so much dirt and the like." Lily wasn't to worried about the truth of it at the moment, she knew when news reached Destiny City that the most likely story they would give. Lily would confirm it for now, but not to other senshi and knight.
She looked up to the morning sky, "Come on it the last day, lets go get some breakfast so we can get on the busses and head home."
The girl nodded to Lily and ran off, Lily following at a much more sedated pace, after grabbing bags. She would be to busy carolling campers to return to her cabin and she had checked five or more times to make sure she had everything.
Breakfast it seemed was quite an ordeal, filled with whining and much crying as well as the kids were allowed just one pop tart each. Lily figured after the night before more of the attitude had to do with the desire to go home. Either way she took her pop tarts, split it and half and gave it up to two crying eight year olds.
Once all the poptarts were gone Lily gathered up the campers that were to be on her bus and hurried them onto the bus, doing double and triples checks of everything, along with another counselor as to make sure nothing was forgotten in their haste to leave.
Most everyone simply slept on the ride back, their was no music and laughter from the ride up. Everyone was very tired and Lily herself found she had to fight to stay awake on the long journey. Still she managed and before they reached their destination, Lily decided to explain once again about the tornado.
Lily was very happy to be home and as all the buses arrived she quickly made her way to her car. She had a wonderful time at camp, but her next cabin stay would be at her own cabin, with friends and no negaversers. She hoped both Chris and Paris got her letter, she didn't need to write to them, but she wanted to and she gave them each a letter as she said seeya.
Word count: 460
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 4:35 pm
A Talent for Trouble — Camp Prompt # 4
The child named Ainsley McMahon was up and about in a rare scene around the camp. Speaking of rarities around the camp, the child was looking under beds and behind furniture with gusto before any of the other children had seemed to wake up. She couldn't sleep, and instead it seemed she cleaning? She didn't have a broom in her hands, or even a duster. In fact, even though she seemed to spend so much time looking under the furniture with her hands under them as if she were trying to reach the dirt at the far back: there was still dust under the furniture even after her inspection had finished and she had moved on.
Whatever had the child in such a state of panic wasn't the fact the room was dirty under all of the furniture due to lack of cleaning on the camp's part but the fact she could still not find Cora anywhere in the cabin. She hadn't come home to the cabin even after the leeway the child had given, at least as far as camp was concerned, and the child didn't know what to do. She was really worried now, having not seen Cora for days. She had five cabinmates but she couldn't exactly walk up to any of them ask them if they had seen her magical talking cat anywhere! She couldn't even go ask Sam about it and he was her fountain of knowledge about all things camp related. What about camp related missing magical talking cats? She frowned and sat on the bed as the morning wake up call finally arrived. Another day at camp, nothing new but the fact Cora was not there.
Wait.
No.
There was an announcement with the wake up call. A talent show tomorrow? A momentary distraction came into place as her thoughts moved from thoughts of Cora to thoughts of the talent show. It sounded fun but the child had to do other things! All the camp activities barely gave her enough time to find Cora as it was, and she had to carefully plan her day to make the best use of her time! She'd done the cabin inspection, and the next thing on her list was to get some food from the Mess Hall and eat it as quickly as possible so she could use the remaining breakfast hour to look for Cora outside the bushes.
Breakfast went by quickly, just as the child had planned. The only time in the Mess Hall she had spent was the time it took for her to wait in line for the food. She had grabbed the most idle of all the breakfast foods and had taken it with her as she began to search outside. She had searched many bushes, peeking in and behind and all around as she called to Cora while trying to eat at the same time. During which, a number of adults seemed to stop and stare, questioning the child as she tried talking to the bushes all around the Mess Hall area. she'd answered them, and told them that she was looking for her friend. 'In a bush?' seemed to be the general answer that the adults replied with before they walked away leaving the child in her search.
The hour seemed to pass by so quickly and the child still hadn't found Cora. Where could she have gone? The child hadn't paid much attention during the activities, constantly drifting away from the group as she tried to look for Cora in the various places the activities were taking place. More than once the child had to be reprimanded about her behaviour, having even tried to look under one of the adult's dress when she thought she seen something wiggling under it. It hadn't been Cora, it had just been the tip of a cattail plant that the adult had been stepping on. How was she supposed to know?
It was lunch time and the child finally had a good amount of time to look for Cora. Of course, after all the work she'd put into finding her cat in the morning and the fact she'd eaten very little for breakfast had the child starving and forced to actually go back to the Mess Hall. She'd pouted, and once again picked the quickest thing she find as she ran back out of the Mess Hall with it, only stopping for a moment to listen to a group of older kids talking about their ideas for the talent show. She'd forgotten about it, and for a moment she'd once again found her mind wandering to thoughts of it. Wouldn't it be fun to do something? They all sounded like they were having fun. Her thoughts lost, the child ended up leaning too close to the side of the Mess Hall wall and fell to the side, nearly dropping her food. It snapped her out of it, and in a rush she hurried off to make use of the two hour free time that involved lunch.
The two hours of lunch as well as the two hours of activities and two hours of free time had nearly come and gone, but she still hadn't been able to find Cora. This wasn't anything like Hide-and-Seek at home! She'd been looking all day, to the point of exhaustion, and still hadn't found her cream coloured guardian. She was sad, and tired, and with the rest of her energy the child wandered back to the Mess Hall for the final time. She didn't care what they gave her this time, and after eating it very slowly, the child dragged herself back to Azalea Cabin, looked under her bed one last time and then crawled under the covers, burying her face into the pillow to cover her sobs.
To this she fell into the sweet arms of Hypnos, brought into the realm of her own dreams.
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