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 Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 7:05 pm
Scrapped Camp and Scrapbook Memories — Camp Prompt # 5
What do you do when the camp you're attending has been destroyed by a bunch of sludge monsters? You know, Ainsley wasn't sure and she was certain they never covered that in the camp brochure. She could still remember the feeling of the sludge that had covered her body and with disgust she found her hands unconsciously wiping at her body even though it was perfectly clean. She didn't think she'd ever be able to swim in that lake again, or what she'd call swimming via an innertube, not after that night.
She'd packed her bags early in the morning, including a very tired and worn Cora, who she carefully placed back in the original bag she'd bought her in with the addition of the bracelet she'd made for her. Maybe Ainsley hadn't thought making a cat a bracelet through, but it was the thought that counted right? In a pocket in the same bag, Ainsley had made sure to pack the other four brackets she had made, one for her sister Bell, one for Xavier, one for Senri and one for the librarian Mr. Darrow. She certainly didn't want to forget the gifts she made, not after all hard work she put into making them!
That bag seemed to be settled and Ainsley had a few final tasks. She'd made sure to make a list of all the clothes she had brought with her to camp so she wouldn't forget them so that wasn't a problem, all already packed away between the two bags but she'd brought other stuff as well! She carefully searched the cabin for her hair brushes, yes brushes, as well as all of her accessories that had been thoroughly used during that particularly rainy day. She'd also triple checked to make sure she had packed up both library books, and with a smile upon finding them in her bag she sat down for a moment. There were a lot of memories in the cabin. She could remember the first day, and the tent Istas had made on the bed then. She'd met new friends, and continued her friendship with old ones.
A small linger of a smile on her face, the child grabbed both of her bags and carefully left the cabin. Outside was a disaster. Everything but the cabins seem to had been destroyed, and for that Ainsley was thankful as she stepped down from the porch of her own cabin. She'd would have declined the poptart, but after all the excitement last night and the fact she'd been practically thrown into the air with Sailor Juno, she decided one poptart in the morning wouldn't hurt her. It was surprisingly good, and not covered in sludge at all.
There were children putting their things on the buses while counselors helped them out. Were there less counselors than there had been the other day? It must have been the child's imagination as she surveyed the area around the bus. Perhaps they were at the other end of the camp, although there wasn't really anything at the other side of the camp now. A broken shed, a lot of muck, some broken cabins.
She'd eaten half her poptart whens he thought about Cora in her bag. Ainsley was unsure of the last thing Cora had eaten, and while carefully setting the bag down and covering it with her body she opened it up and carefully put the poptart inside for her worn out guardian. If Cora woke up, there would be something there for her to eat! Zipping it back up, the child smiled and put the bag in the corner of the bus, using her other bag to protect that one before she turned back around.
One last look is what she took. There wasn't much to look at, but her eyes were looking at the past the disaster and to what the camp had looked like when her and Sam first got off the bus. It was a few moments later before she was finished and climbed up onto the bus, taking a seat once again, making sure to save a spot for Sam. This time she'd sit by the window and hopefully he wouldn't fall asleep on her in the window's place. If he did, well, she wouldn't wake him up.
The bus pulled out of the camp and Ainsley took one last look at the cabin's direction. Goodbye, she thought as her hand pressed against the window in a half-wave gesture as the camp began to disappear from her view.
She had been unable to fall asleep but the bus ride seemed shorter than it had on the way there and before she knew it she was home again, unpacking her bag. It was good to be home, putting all her stuff back to its determined location in her room. It seemed like she had everything back into its place, except... the child frowned. How did she forget that? She'd been half into the year with her Word of the Day calendar and she managed to forget it at camp? Hopefully the store still had 2011 calendars so she could get a new one and continue. However, she'd do that tomorrow. For now, she'd just enjoy today as it already was.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 6:16 pm
Words 544
Camp Log Day 2 (Prompt 2)
Istas watched those getting ready to play in the triathlon some were warming up for racing, others for swimming and some even seemed to be getting ready for whatever various activities that were there for them to play. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to try; she didn’t think she could make the distance swim, or the diving. The race around the lake didn’t seem all that fun either. However, she noticed there were some stray games going on while waiting for races and swimming to start. There was a game of beach ball, volley ball; and she noticed horse shoes.
There was also croquet going on. Istas watched as the balls were hit around the marks, reminded of watching Alice in wonderland. Only the mallets weren’t flamingos and the balls weren’t porcupines. Lilac ringlets bounced as she moved closer watching curiously as the ball zipped through the metal rungs. Eventually she asked if she could join in, since it seemed like they were still just starting out.
Istas picked out the yellow ball and a mallet, setting on the ground like one of the older girls instructed as she eyed the pattern of the rungs and how the ball needed to go. The older girl that was playing seemed to be the one that knew the rules and was keeping score. So Istas stood and listened to the girl until she was finished. “So basically I have to get it to the wooden peg without missing one of those?” She asked pointing to the metal things.
When the girl nodded, Istas smiled and nodded seeming to ponder how hard she wanted to try to hit the ball. After a few moments the girl gave the ball a smack with the mallet and watched as it rolled through a few metal pieces before rolling to a stop close to the other balls. Istas seemed to be proud of how far she’d managed to get the ball since there were three other balls on the course and it seemed they were all in about the same area.
The game continued on as the older girls went first and then Istas. It seemed like each turn a new person was in the lead, at one point Istas’ yellow ball was ahead of the others. Then that red ball, and then the green one had tied with the orange one and then the orange one lead by itself once. They were coming to the end of the course and all four of the balls were close together. The girls had decided to let Istas go first and the child seemed to be pondering how to get her ball to move without disturbing the others too much. Eventually Istas sat her foot on the orange ball, since it was directly behind her’s, she’d seen something like this done once on a cartoon so she didn’t know how well it’d actually work, and smacked the orange ball hoping the yellow ball would go the last little distance towards the peg.
However watching her ball it rolled just short of the peg and she frowned backing off. Well she tried, now it was up to everyone else… either way even if she lost at least she had fun, Istas thought.
((Sorry I've been working on these so there's a little back log that I need to post.))
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 6:40 pm
Words: 579
Camp Prompt - Rainy Day (Prompt 3)
Istas sighed as she found when she woke up that it was raining. This was not fun and not planned for, though she did actually bring an umbrella. However, she had been hoping not to use it at all. She opened the ducky umbrella and ran out into the rain heading for the mess hall to grab provisions. Anything that wouldn’t spoil and anything that ********* would want later, she couldn’t really set up a tent nor could she do anything much to keep the kitty dry but to feed her was another story.
Making sure to get apple slices as well Istas had stopped to shove the food into her back pack and then she would be able to go back to the cabin and hide in her little tent all day. She had plans of coloring, though she paused by the crafts that had been set up to see if there was anything she wanted to do before returning, finding nothing she gave a small nod to the counselor in charge before heading back out into the rain. It was windy too, it was all horrible and slipping around as she headed back to the cabin.
When she finally managed to get back she pulled off her shoes and wet stockings and laid them out to dry before crawling into her bed tent. She pulled out a small battery operated lamp, since it was pretty dark considering the rain and the fact she’d made sure not much light was going to get in. She yawned stretching out on her bed, laying on her stomach she sat her bag down and unzipped it reaching in for apple slices and the little thing of caramel she’d found to dip them in and started eating. When she finished the apple slices she pulled out her coloring books looking to see which one she wanted to color in, picking out Scooby doo.
Dragging a bear that looked a lot like Barnaby from her pile of plush toys she laid him beside her, on his stomach and had adjusted his arms so he was resting his head on them watching her color. “What do you think Arty? Should I make Shaggy’s shirt green like it normally is? Or did he find a new color to wear?” She giggled as she colored the picture of Shaggy and Scooby in a tent looking terrified at the wind howling outside. They seemed to always be afraid of the scary things and monsters, but they came through in a pinch and saved the day.
It was something to think about really, something that made the young girl sigh as she colored the tent to look like the mystery machine. With the blue and green, as well as the flowers she hummed adding colors of Scooby doo to one sleeping bag on the floor and Shaggy colors to the other one. “Maybe if they had some snacks they’d feel better what do you think?” She asked the bear as she continued to work on the picture; it was like this the whole day until she had to come out for lunch and supper. However that was about the only time the lilac girl was seen unless someone poked their head in her tent then she normally made sure they couldn’t see the little bear beside her. She didn’t need anyone that shouldn’t know figuring out she was a senshi just from her bear pal sitting beside her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 9:08 pm
Words 468
Camp Prompt – Going Home (Prompt 5)
The trip home was interesting, Istas had grabbed a seat hoping that she’d catch Ridley but there was no tellings which bus had who. The child sat there waiting to see who got onto the bus eventually finding herself pretty well alone for the trip. Istas had packed everything; double and tripled checked that she had indeed packed everything. The only thing left to do was wait on the bus make sure she had enough snacks for the trip back.
It was a lucky thing she did indeed have a few snacks left, which had been put into her penguin back pack and kept with her, as well as a few coloring books and a hand held game system that she hadn’t really touched at all since she’d been at camp. Her parents had bought it in case it rained and she didn’t have anything else to do. So at one point she did play some of the game, it was a pokemon game that Ridley and Sam had mentioned when they were at her birthday party.
Between that the occasional coloring and drawing Istas kept herself pretty busy for the whole ride home. She missed Ridley though; she wanted to see ********* as well. Perhaps after they’d all rested up from the excitement that was camp she could find ********* and Ridley and talk to them. There was a small storm stewing in her brain, something about how to make the other senshi believe they weren’t so useless. Istas was tiring of the fact that just about everyone seemed to think Kids shouldn’t be in the fight, while certain fights that was most probably true. Istas wanted a way to prove they should be in the game. No matter if they were small or if their power sucked, they had to prove they were someone the older senshi could also trust to hold their own.
The Pale Haired child was working on a picture, something she decided to doodle on her own. It started out in pencil as a teddy bear; of course it was hard to make it look anywhere near decent. There was a frown as she continued to work and try to make it look more like a teddy with a bow, and then she added a teapot. She’d have to find Miss Bailey; she knew the art teacher could help her with this.
She was looking at the poor, squiggly lines and sighed hoping that it’d be recognizable enough as a teddy bear. Tapping her pencil on the edge of the sketch book she had. Finally deciding to put it away and find something different to work on, though Istas didn’t really find anything so she pulled out the handheld game again and started playing one of the games she’d gotten for camp.
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