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 Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:45 pm
Hazel smiled wider, her eyes crinkling. Her gaze scanned the crowd of kids that were in no way the same. "Well I'll call you Harold because creepy kid could be anyone,"
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:48 pm
Harold laughed, "Well, I can usually tell when people are talking about me anyway. what's wrong with you though?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:59 pm
The girl frowned and looked to the kids playing and hooting in the cabin. She stared at her feet for a moment, shuffling them back and forth. Finally, she sighed and leaned, gently, against the wall. "My mom forced me to come here, I hate it just as much as home," she said, her voice low.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:01 pm
"Oh!" Harold said, "Why do you think this camp is so bad?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:07 pm
Hazel looked up for a split second before returning her gaze to the floor. She felt strange meeting someone's eyes. "I-I'm not really sure," she said, "Maybe because my mom siad it had something to do with my dad,"
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:09 pm
Harold thought for a moment, "Wait, do you what this camp is for?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:10 pm
 ❧Max
❧Son of Hermes Max left the cabin, and headed toward the arena. ”Simple things make life a lot easier.”
“Such as???”
“Toilets, toilets make life a lot eaiser.” –Max and Megan
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:14 pm
Hazel shook her head instantly. That was probably the easiest question he had asked her. All her mother had done was drop her off here saying that it's waht her father would have done. Well woodedoo for dad.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:22 pm
Harold was quite surprised by that, ((I'll assume your character said that)) "Um, haven't you noticed anything... unusual yet?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:26 pm
Hazelopened her mouth and then stopped. She thought it over for a moment before answering. "What do you mean unusual?" she asked, "I've noticed a lot, like the goat-boys and the weird cabins, but...I just thought I'd actually lost it,"
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:30 pm
Harold shrugged, "Well, thats what i thought a long time ago, but I realized that some non-schizophrenics saw it too. Here, look at this." He slid on the indigo mask and morphed into a copy of her, "See, this is probably real also."
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:34 pm
The young girl braced her self when she saw Harold pull on a mask. Nevertheless, she did not expect to see him change into a perfect copy of her. She jumped back and continued to stare in horror. "I've gone mad," she muttered to herself, "I'm in the loony bin,"
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:36 pm
Harold morphed back, "But hey, it's not so ba- OH CRUD!" Harold lost his grip on the umbrella and fell from the tree.
((I have to go for a bit.))
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:42 pm
Hazel jumped up, pushing people out of the way as she exited the cabin. Harodlmay have been a figment of her imagination or the result of too many happy drugs, but he was still nice to her. The first person in a long time. "You okay?" she asked when she reached him, breathless and still feeling crazy.
((Alright, may have to get off myself.))
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 5:06 pm
Harold stood up, "Yeah, I've trained myself to take falls much worse than that. So, have you been to the stables yet?"
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